#and like i haven't eaten since because eh

[catcze]

oh btw i know that a werewolf is a pretty obvious pick for your newest man but he does look like he'd make for a great vampire who has to actively resist the urge to feed on you because "your blood is... so sweet... and you're so... enticing... just a taste, please..."

or not! who knows ehe <3

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「 CWS : 」 A little suggestive due to the intimate nature of blood drinking, but nothing sexual or even leading up to any sexual activity happens. That being said, if ur bothered by Wrio finding the reader tasting delicious + Reader enjoying being drank from a lot, maybe dont read;;; this is 2k words of non-sexual intimacy and love and trust !!

I have a confession;;;; I really really really love the vampire x human trope,,,,,, even just a teeny tiny bit more than I do the werewolf x human trope,,,, so,,,,, SO,,,,,,,,,, vamp! Wrio is setting all kinds of good signals off in my brain rn;;;;;;; i have;;;;;; many;;;;; many thoughts;;;; ON MY HANDS AND KNEES DONT LET THIS FLOP PLS 💔💔💔

You're on his lap. Wriothesley's on his chair, hands practically clawing into the armrests. You wouldn't be surprised if he'd rip it. His eyes don't know where to look— they flit around every inch of his office, avoiding your own. But they always end up glancing back at your neck no matter how much he tries to pry them away.

He gulps.

"You're hungry."

"I'm not," he immediately denies, ignoring the way his fangs ache at just being able to smell your blood so close.

You frown. "You haven't eaten in a week, Wrio."

"I have—"

"Animal blood doesn't count. That shit can only work for so long, and you know it."

He swallows, hands clenching even tighter, nails digging into leather armrests. He looks away from you, rendered silent.

You watch him as how he tries to ignore you. Delicately, you place a hand on his cheek, urging his eyes back to meet yours.

"Why don't you just ask me?" You murmur. "You know I'd say yes. You know I'd do anything for you."

His face twists. "That's the problem," Wriothesley says bitterly, teeth clenched. Even from here, from the limited view you have past the curl of his lip, you see how his sharp fangs gleam. "I— if I drink from you, I won't want anything else. Ever. I already have a hard enough time just being around you, but if i get even just a taste..." he trails off, swallowing. "You're all I'm going to crave, sweetheart."

Wriothesley expects you to pause or hesitate. Maybe even extract yourself from him. He wouldn't blame you. Ever since the first time his thoughts betrayed him and he wondered what you'd taste like on his tongue (honey and nectar and heaven and ambrosia, all in one) he's been so careful to hide how he hungers for you, lest you think he's a monster who'd hurt you for his own gain.

In an ideal world, you never would have had to see him like this— starving, thirsting. Every single cell in his body urging him to get on his knees and beg you for just a taste. He'd get the fear and the apprehension, even though it'd crack a little piece of his cold, unbeating heart.

But you just roll your eyes and unbutton the collar of your shirt. leaning down so the side of your neck is right within his sight. His mouth dries as the thump of your pulse comes ever closer, freezing him in place.

"You're not going to hurt me," you say, conviction in your voice. You inch closer.

Wriothesley feels another part of his self restraint collapse.

Against his better judgement, he's actually thinking about it now. He crumbled so fast that it might be a little pathetic, he knows. Maybe his mind is addled from the hunger, maybe he's addled by his hunger for you, but he knows that he's fraying with every millisecond that you spend so close.

"No, not— not there," He protests quietly, even though he's itching to reach out and sink his teeth into your pulse. Fuck, you smell delicious up close. He's damn near losing his mind here, the object of his love and the greatest temptation to his gluttony practically sitting on his lap, offering up something that he's craved for so long. Still, he gathers what bits and pieces of his restraint that he can and manages to gently nudge you back, just enough that he can think without being driven mad by the idea of his mouth on your neck.

The protest is already ready on your tongue, but he takes a gentle hold of your wrist instead, pressing a kiss to the tips of each finger. His thumb rubs gentle circles into the skin, and the pulse under his fingers makes the emptiness in his stomach increases tenfold.

"Here," he tells you. "It'll be easier to push me away if you need to."

You say nod, pushing your wrist closer to his mouth. "Drink up," you tell him. He pushes away his hesitation, and with one last lingering kiss, he presses his mouth to your wrist and bites.

And fuck, he was right.

Heaven and sunlight and euphoria bursts on his tongue, making his brain practically short circuit. Wriothesley concludes then and there that compared to you, anything and everything else he's ever tasted was bland in comparison. He can barely even attempt to describe it— with each drop you willingly give, his hunger is both sated and amplified. A sound escapes him, a mix between a groan and a whimper muffled into your skin.

When you hum, warm fingers carding through his hair and urging him to take more, he feels like he ascends. Acting on instinct, his arm snakes around your middle to hold you in place— to keep you close. His grip on you is firm, but he's careful not to dig his fingers too hard into your skin.

And as much as this is affecting him, it's affecting you too. Your head grows light in the best way possible, like you're experiencing a euphoric high. You scratch a bit harder at his scalp, pulling a desperate noise from his lips that makes you tremble in his hold. You'll sit here for as long as he needs to feel better, for as long as he needs you.

Quicker than you would have wanted, Wriothesley reluctantly pulls away. By then the color's only just started to come back to his face and he's panting like he's been on a brisk jog. He looks much less sickly, yes, but you observe with a frown that he's still not quite yet at tip-top shape.

Hesitantly, almost reverently, he presses a kiss to the wound on your wrist, then gives the smallest of licks. it tingles, but after a moment the sting of it fades to a dull throb, and then nothing. But before he can push you off, you're leaning down again, same position as before, with your neck in his line of view. An open invitation.

"You need to drink more," you murmur. You try to ignore the rush of blood in your face, the tingle in your core. For as much as he was scared of getting addicted to you, you fear now you're getting addicted to him, too.

"I shouldn't," Wriothesley says, barely above a whisper.

He should push you off— should let you rest. Should wrap you in his coat and get you some water and a snack after you've already let him drink so much of you.

It had been hard enough to resist earlier, but now? Your blood is pumping so hard he can practically hear it. And you taste so sweet. You had made the slightest of noises when he fed on you— he doubts you even realized it, what with the haze you were in. Just the smallest of whines when he drank from your wrist, but each breathy sigh and whisper of his name was enough to make him crave more.

A small, traitorous corner of his mind wonders if you'd be even more vocal with his teeth on your neck.

He swallows, knowing he's already fighting a losing battle. He's so, so weak for you. His one arm doesn't budge from around your waist, but his hand moves up to cup your cheek. He drags your eyes to meet his, and you can see the seriousness amidst the hunger.

"You tell me if anything hurts." Wriothesley's arm around you tightens almost imperceptibly. "Anything. Please."

You hum, happy, nuzzling closer into the cradle of his grip. "Okay. I know you'll stop if I ask." And oh the faith you have in him has heat pooling in his gut and a foreign pressure grow behind his eyes.

His voice is hoarse he says, "Yeah sweetheart. Of course I will."

He comes close and you shift your head, giving him more space to work. First thing he does isn't even bite— he buries his nose in the crook of your neck, decorating your skin with kisses and licks and nips, delighting in the small protest of 'that tickles!' that he elicits from you.

You let him shower you in affection a little bit more, but eventually your hand works into his hair, tugging. "Okay, no more stalling," you say, breathless. "C'mon, time to eat."

And he's still nervous of taking too much— can feel his stomach roil at just the thought of hurting you, but he trusts you. Trusts you as much as you trust him, too. So he takes another deep breath, presses one last tender kiss to your skin, and sinks his teeth into your neck.

A small whisper of him name escapes our throat just as a groan leaves him because fuck— you taste even better. Flavor multiplied times what feels like a hundred, making his cold cold heart do flips and tricks in his chest. The hand you bury in his hair tugs, pulls, but brings him closer instead of away. You push him further into you, begging him to take more, and he happily obliges.

Wriothesley presses kisses and licks to your neck between drinking down mouthfuls, making sure not to waste a single drop. He's pulling you against his chest so tightly— hand bunched in the back of your top that you fear he might rip the fabric, but you decide that you don't really care if he does.

With each drink he takes, each satisfied, muffled noise that leaves him, you feel yourself melt more and more against him until you're boneless in his hold. Despite how he drinks as if it's his last, he still has the good mind to shift you a bit higher in his lap, to make sure he's holding you comfortably. His hand rubs soothing circles into your hip, and he tries to recline back into his seat as much as he can so you can lean into him.

Your heart pounds even harder, the blood rushing to your ears, and you think he feels it with the way his hunger seems to double.

Your eyes are half-lidded, gaze hazy and growing sleepy with each progressive second. But it doesn't hurt in the slightest. You feel warm, if anything— warm and happy that you were able to help him, and make sure he's well.

He's slowing a little. His hunger finally abating and making way for something more tender and soft. You scratch his scalp lovingly and lean your head against his. A sweet, sleepy kiss pressed to his temple makes his pace falter.

Wriothesley soon separates himself from your neck, pressing a kiss and a kitten lick to your newest wound. Like the one on your wrist, it tingles for just a bit before any stinging or pain vanishes entirely.

"Hey baby," he murmurs, pulling away slightly to look at your face, but making sure his arm is still wrapped around you. To keep you steady, to remind you that he's here. He smiles a little at your happy, dazed expression, but even now you can see the lingering worry. "You with me?"

You respond with a hum, nodding as best as you can. "Yeah. 'm okay."

Wriothesley laughs a little, watching you stumble over your words. He lets you fall flat against his chest with you head hanging on his shoulder and cradles you against him. One hand goes to twine your fingers with his, desperate to hold you as much as he can, and the other snugly tucks your head under his chin. In his embrace, you feel the beat of your heart gradually slow back to a calm. It leaves you boneless and tired, the crash of it all finally hitting you and making your eyelids flutter.

"That's good." You can feel the rumble of his voice in his chest. "Did anything hurt at all, honey?"

You shake your head. Too tired to look up at him, so you squeeze his hand instead. A kiss is pressed to the apple of his throat. "Nothing. I'm just tired, 's all. I'm fine."

He holds you closer, the lump in his throat making it hard to speak. "Yeah. Yeah, that's good. Thank you, my love. Let's get you something to eat and drink, then we sleep— how does that sound?"

You just hum your agreement, limbs feeling heavier and heavier with each passing second. Wriothesley places a kiss to the crown of your head. With utmost gentleness, he cradles you in his arms as he stands, trying not to jostle you as he makes his way out of the room.

"I love you, sweetheart," he murmurs, heart growing three sizes in his chest, arms full of the most precious thing in his world.

You bury yourself further into him. "Love you more, Wrio."

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Shadows Of The Past ~ YJN [MATURE WARNING]

CONTINUATION OF THIS PIECE

WORD COUNT: 5.2K

GENRE: mafia AU, established friendships, friends to lovers, financial trouble, joengin helping the reader, always been there for her but she never knew it, SMUT MINORS DNI, protected sex, public sex (kinda) links into the other stories too ehe epilogue with everyone included <3 

PAIRING: Jeongin X Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - February 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

When you'd agreed to go to dinner with Jeongin to talk business you hadn't thought he'd bring you somewhere too sophisticated and fancy and you suddenly felt out of place. You were dressed in your pencil skirt and a white shirt that you were almost sure had stains all over it and everyone in the restaurant looked as though they were dressed for an award ceremony.

The restaurant exuded an air of elegance, its walls adorned with muted artwork that all seemed to be signed by an artist known as "Little Muse" and you felt unease bubbling inside of you. Why did he bring you to such a nice place? 

Soft jazz music drifted through the air, mingling with the clinking of silverware and the murmur of voices.

"Jeongin," You whispered as a waiter took you over to a table, your eyes widening as you saw them pull back some curtains to a private booth the two of you were going to be sitting in.

"Yes?" His eyes landed on you, sending shivers up and down your body something you wish you could shut off instantly. You'd had a crush on him as a kid but it had passed when he moved away, or so you had thought since everything seemed to be coming back up to cause trouble again.

"This is a business dinner, we should go somewhere...I-I don't know, better for business." You stuttered out as you took a seat across from him, your eyes looking down at the table that was draped in a white cloth with candles casting a warm glow on your private booth.

"This place is perfect for business, a friend of mine owns this place so we'll be left alone." He smirked at you, he wanted this to be alone time with you.

After not seeing you for almost 10 years he was desperate for some time alone with you, he hadn't seen you since the two of you were young but his feelings for you remained true.

"Okay, so I was thinking if you're serious about going into business with me-"

"Order something to eat first, you look like you haven't had a proper meal in weeks." You stared at him, a little taken back at just how forward he was with you, how did he know?

You hadn't eaten anything but ramen and something you could scrounge up from the hotel kitchen without being noticed. All of your money went straight back into the hotel, you hadn't even had two coins to rub together as of late but there was no way he could have known that. No one knew about it, not even your employees since you didn't want to have them worry about losing their jobs.

Instead, you cut your payout completely making sure they would still get paid and budgeted whenever you could, even leaving your home so you could sleep in your office. You sighed a little and nervously let your eyes flick over the menu, your eyes catching a glimpse of the prices and you instantly felt sick.

"About this business proposal," You said, your voice uncertain as you refused to look up from the menu.

"Yes, Cupcake?" The nickname made your hands clutch onto the menu. No one had called you that in years, no one but Jeongin had ever called you that and he only called you it because you always made sure to have them to hand if he was around.

Clearing your throat, you tried to shake off the memories that were threatening to overwhelm you. You'd been practically inseparable when you were kids, exploring the hotel together until you knew every inch of that damn place. But then Jeongin moved away when he turned 19, no warning, no letter, nothing he was just gone. Part of you thought he'd died until you were old enough to find out who he was and who his family truly were.

"I want to make sure we're both on the same page," You told him, forcing yourself to focus on the matter at hand.

"I put my heart and soul into this hotel, and I'm not sure if I'm ready to share ownership," You were but you weren't going to come across as too desperate to him. 

Truth was, the hotel was going under and you were left to try and scramble to put it all together. 

When you found out your uncle left you the hotel in the will you'd been over the moon about it. Ever since you were old enough you'd been working in the hotel, starting as a maid until you were promoted again and again till the point where you were practically running the place - your uncle still in charge of the books though. You now realised was because he was losing money left and right, taking out shoddy insurance deals or just flat out refusing to pay for some of the repairs only to do it himself and fuck it up more. 

A bank had recently told you that you'd be better off starting a fire and claiming insurance on the place than getting out a load but you were determined not to give up on the place, not when it had been everything you'd wanted ever since you could remember.

Jeongin's lips curled into a faint smile as he watched you, he knew how much trouble you were in but he wasn't going to let on that he knew. He didn't want you to see this as some sort of pity party, he did this because he loved the place as a kid and couldn't stomach the thought of something happening to it, or to you. 

His men had been watching you since he came into power, he refused to let anyone touch the hotel you had his protection and you didn't even know it. 

"I understand your hesitation, Cupcake. But trust me when I say that together, we could turn that place into something extraordinary." You sighed a little, your fingers tracing the rim of your glass, you knew he was persuasive, and he seemed to be drawing you in against your better judgment. But there was something else lurking beneath the surface, something you couldn't put your finger on.

"What's in it for you, Innie?" Your tone was more assertive now but Jeongin smiled at the nickname you used for him.

"No one's called me that in years." He chuckled softly and you felt your cheeks warming up at how happy it seemed to have made him.

"For me, it's more than business, Cupcake. It's all about reconnecting with an old friend, someone who knew, before all of this." You stared at him, unsure of how to respond to him but luckily a waiter came over to take your order. Jeongin rattled off his choice of food and you couldn't help but admire him from across the table and then he ordered for you. Ordering more food than you'd ever be able to eat but you were grateful for it nevertheless. 

Throughout the meal, you talked about everything and nothing, the easy banter of your childhood friendship slowly resurfacing. And as the evening drew to an end, you found yourself opening up to him in a way you wouldn't have expected to. You still hadn't told him about the money issues, you were scared if he found out too soon he'd bail on you. 

"I'll come by tomorrow with my payment, we'll sign everything with a lawyer," Jeongin told you as you stood outside the hotel, he questioned nothing when you asked him to drop you back here instead of a home which you were more than thankful for.

"That sounds good," You smiled a little, you were still unsure of everything and you weren't sure if you'd be able to trust him but you knew time could only tell that.

The following day when Jeongin showed up he expected to find you at the reception desk waiting for him and he frowned not seeing you standing there. Lowering the bouquet of flowers he got for you he stared at the woman on the front desk.

"Is YN around?" He stared at the woman who nodded frantically. 

"She's probably doing some tasks around the hotel, Miss YLN is a master of all trades." Jeongin hated that you'd resorted to fixing things yourself, he couldn't stomach the thought of something happening to you while you were fixing something.

"Will you make sure these are put in some water and on her desk? I'll try and find her," With that he walked around to try and find you, his footsteps echoing on the marbled floor of the lobby as he made his way to the elevators.

Eventually, he found you in one of the rooms, straightening out the bedsheets while a maid stood shaking in the corner, 

"Did she take over?" Jeongin asked quietly as the maid bobbed her head frantically, and he nodded for her to leave and watched her run off down the corridor. Jeonmgin couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at you, with an amused smile playing on his lips.

"Isn't that the maid's job?" He teased gently, his voice laced with amusement. You glanced up from your work, heat taking over your body. You cleaned whenever you were stressed about something and it seemed you'd hardly stopped since waking up this morning.

"I...Uh...Just felt like doing some cleaning." You mumbled, the truth was you were stressing more now that you knew a lawyer was coming to help you and Jeongin signed everything over. You thought he was going to see the books and run for the hills and you worried you'd be left with nothing. The thought of it had kept you up for most of the night and you'd spent all of your time stress cleaning the entire place. Your office was the cleanest it had been in months and you showed no signs of living there and the toilets on the reception floor were spotless too.

"To relieve stress?" He arched a brow, staring at you as you placed chocolates onto the pillows and brushed your hands down the front of your skirt. The same skirt and shirt you'd been wearing the night before and looked as though you'd slept in, if you'd slept at all. Which judging by the bags under your eyes was a big no. You hated that he could see right through you, you hated that he could tell something was wrong without you saying a thing.

"Maybe." You grumbled a little, pushing the cart out of the room and into the hallway, going to move on to the next room when Jeongin stared at you, freezing you in place. His eyes bored into the side of your head as you let out a small sigh,

"Well, you certainly seem to have everything under control." He remarked, a little admiration in his voice. He was impressed with how well you'd kept the hotel going until now, he knew what his lawyers had found since he'd found it months ago but he said nothing. He knew if you found out about him knowing about the money problems you'd refuse his help, you were stubborn and always had been. 

This deal was to keep the place he loved afloat yes but it was also to stop you from losing something you loved, he wanted you to be happy. He'd do anything in the world to make sure that you were joyful about something. It was the reason this place was still even going, no one was allowed to touch it under his strict rules and no one went against him.

Even some of your high-paying clients had been sent there specifically by Jeongin but it was getting harder to send them when the hotel was going under.

"Just trying to keep things in order." You mumbled, trying to downplay everything as you kept a casual tone.

Your eyes met, and for a moment, the air between you crackled with tension and you felt your throat drying up and your heart beginning to race. Whenever he looked at you like this it made you feel as though all of your problems were melting away, that he would take care of everything.

"Listen, Yn," He began, his voice gentle as he stepped closer to you, his hand gently clasping your elbow and bringing you closer to him. Your steps fumbled a little as you crashed against his chest, your eyes never leaving his as you now felt how hard his heart was racing.

"I know we've got business to attend to, but I want to say...I'm grateful for the chance to reconnect with you..." You nodded at him, not knowing what to say or do, your heart was aching for you to reach out and kiss him but you needed to remain professional. 

"Whatever happens with the hotel, I value what we have more than anything." Your heart fluttered at his words, despite your reservations about all of this you couldn't deny the connection you felt with him.

"Me too, Innie..." You replied softly, a small smile playing on your lips as he leaned down closer to you.

"Boss. The lawyers are downstairs, saying that something is wrong with the books." Your heart shattered into tiny shards, all of which felt as though they were beginning to pierce into your lungs leaving you breathless.

"We'll be right down," Jeongin spoke coldly, his hands holding onto you as you scrambled to get away from him.

"We should go downstairs," You mumbled, refusing to look at him and he missed the time you had before this.

"Yn." He tried to call out but you were already making a B-line for the staircase without looking back in his direction.

In your office the tension hung heavy in the air as Joengin sat across from you, flanked by his team of lawyers. Your hands were shaking as you stared at one of the mn,

"I'm sorry, Yn, but the numbers don't lie." One of them said gravely, you'd been introduced but didn't bother to learn either of their names since you knew this was all going to fall through.

"The hotel is haemorrhaging money, and if we don't act fast, it's going to sink further into debt." He explained, sliding the papers over to you as you stared down at the maths you'd already been working out long before they came into the scene, 

"Our recommendation is to cut our losses and walk away while we still can." The other one said to Jeongin but his jaw tightened, his expression unreadable as he absorbed everything.

"Innie, I know this looks bad but...I-I can fix it. I can get another loan." You tried to scramble for something, anything to keep him from walking away from this.

"Every bank has turned her down." The lawyer stated coldly, making your blood boil as you turned to face him,

"I'll fire some staff, make more cutbacks. I'll stop paying myself." You weren't telling them that you'd already done that, you just needed to buy some time to get him to stay.

"You haven't been paying yourself for months, you've been sleeping in your office." The second lawyer stated making you stare at him, wondering how long he'd been watching you for them to know all of this.

"You've been watching me?!" You snapped at the lawyer who looked as though you'd just bitten his head off. 

"Sir, we recommend walking away." They both stated, standing up slowly as you stared at Jeongin, your eyes pleading with his. A knot formed in the pit of your stomach, the weight of the situation pressing down on your shoulders.

"I'm not walking away." He declared, his gaze locked on yours, your heart thumping rapidly against your chest.

"I made a commitment to Yn and I intend to honor it. We'll find a way to turn this around, no matter what it takes." He told the cooly. The lawyers exchanged incredulous glances, clearly taken back by Jeongin's stubbornness.

"With all due respect, Sir, this isn't a wise investment." One of them insisted.

"You'll be throwing good money after bad." Jeongin shook his head at them, he didn't care what they said he wasn't going to walk away from any of this. They were only here to oversee the signing of everything, everything they found was everything knew already and didn't care about.

"I'm not in this for the money. I'm in this because Yn is my friend, and I won't abandon her when she needs me most. We'll figure out a solution together, even if it means taking risks." You felt a surge of gratitude swell within you, a lump forming in your throat at his unwavering loyalty. Despite the odds stacked against you, he was still willing to stay by your side and you knew you had a fighting chance. 

"T-Thank you...I-I don't know what I'd do without you." Your voice choked up a little and he smiled at you,

"You don't have to worry anymore Yn, I'll always have your back, no matter what," He told you reassuringly, with that the lawyers got out the papers and you all began signing. Jeongin put down more money than he needed but he was willing to do it for you. 

As the night stretched on, you and Jeongin found yourselves huddling together in your office, poring over the financial reports, and brainstorming ideas to salvage the hotel.

"We can have more functions held here, a friend of mine is having a wedding soon and I'm sure I can sway him to holding it here," He stated as you stared at him in complete awe. All night long you'd found yourself staring at him more and more. 

"Sure. It's been a while since a wedding was at the "Celestial"." You giggled at the thought. You'd always loved hosting weddings but everything had died down when you didn't have enough staff to work the events.

"I can bring in other servers and we can slowly build everything back up," Jeongin smiled proudly of himself and you stared at him. The air crackled with tension as you thought back to your moment in the hallway earlier but you quickly went back to scribbling notes onto a pad. Your mind races with ideas other than weddings, you could host parties, charity balls, or anything you wanted.

Jeongin leaned in close, his presence comforting and yet electrifying all at once. You slowly looked up to meet his gaze and linger a little more than necessary. The years of unspoken longing bubbling to the surface, your defences crumbling like sandcastles in the side. Jeongin's hand reached out tentatively, cupping your cheek as he brushed his thumb along your skin. Your breath caught in your throat, your heart pounding against your chest as you leaned into his touch.

"Innie," You breathed out, your voice barely coming out above a whisper as you searched his eyes for any sign of hesitation. But he said nothing, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that ignited a firestorm inside of you.

In that stolen moment, time seemed to freeze around you as you melted into each other, the weight of your unspoken desire finally finding a release. You wrapped your arms around Joengin's neck as he pulled you onto his lap, your lips moving together in a silent promise of love and devotion. 

"I-Innie," You breathed out as you broke apart, completely breathless and dizzy with desire, you knew that you wanted him badly.

"Sofa," You whispered, kissing down his neck and softly biting into his skin as you moved together toward the sofa. Jeongin carefully set you down on the sofa and sank to his knees in front of you, 

"Yn, are you sure?-"

"Yes...Just please, touch me." You begged him, a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips as he slowly rolled your skirt up your hips.

"I've wanted to fuck you ever since I saw this skirt," He moans out, kissing up your thighs until he reaches your underwear, yanking them down in one swift movement, your heart hammered against your chest.

"R-Really?" You felt your body heating up as he wrapped your legs around his shoulders, dragging you to the edge of the sofa quickly.

"Don't act shocked, Cupcake. I've always wanted you," He said plainly as if it was common knowledge for you to know but you'd never had any idea that he did.

"You never said anything to me when we were last together," You battled back with him but he smirked,

"I was planning on it before I was yanked away from you,"

"You never wrote." You mumbled to him, it wasn't the time to get into this now when you were laid bare in front of him but you wanted answers.

"Orders from dad, no contact."

"But-"

"Will you let me eat your pussy? I'm fucking starving, Cupcake." He growled out before you nodded, giggling a little but it was quickly replaced by a gasp as he ran his tongue up your slit. His mouth was hot and wet as he slowly ran his tongue against you, building you up as he ate you out like a man starved. Your head rolled back against the back of the sofa as you cried out his name. You couldn't remember the last time you'd slept with someone or even made yourself feel come but Jeongin was already better than any memory you had.

"F-Fuck," You hiss out, your hips slowly grinding against him as he hummed against your clit, vibrations chilling up and down your spine, as you cry out his name.

"I-Innie," You moaned out, raking your fingers through his hair and pushing him deeper into you, his tongue swirling around your clit as he slowly pushed two fingers into you. Thrusting them slowly and softly, curling them to that one spot that made your head spin. 

"Just like that," You plead with him, your heels digging into his shoulder blades as you feel the tension building deep inside of you. Jeongin pressed himself closer to you, humming against your clit until it was too much your orgasm hit you suddenly, your legs shaking around him as he smirked.

"Good fucking girl," He groans, standing up and chuckling as you quickly removed his belt, throwing it against the room and pulling down his pants.

"Please," You beg as he lays you down on the sofa, kissing you softly as he carefully lines himself up at your entrance, your legs carefully wrapping around his waist.

"You're so hot when you beg." He moans out as he slowly pushes into you, filling you to the hilt as you let out a strangled moan. He was bigger than you'd been expecting and you whimpered a little,

"M-move," You urged, bucking your hips a little to let him know he was good to move and he smiled kissing you roughly as he slowly pulled out of you, only to slam back in a second later.

"F-Fuck yes!" You cry out, your eyes screwed shut as you clutched onto him, trying to adjust to his size as he continued to pound into you. His cock driving into you, hitting that one spot that made you scream louder. Your nails dragged down his back as you searched for something to cling onto, ripping holes into his shirt as your head rolled back in complete ecstasy.

"Jeongin!" You moan out, your clit grinding against him on every stroke of his cock, the pressure building inside of you hitting near its breaking point.

"Cum for me, cupcake. Let me feel you," He moans out, his thrusting getting faster as you finally felt the pressure snap and you came around his cock violently, causing your back to arch away from the sofa. 

"S-Shit, Yn." He groans, unable to hold himself back anymore as he thrusts into you, slowly coming undone inside of you as you lay there. The wind knocked out of both of you as you let out small chuckles at one another.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you lay on the sofa together, the warmth of your embrace serving as a sanctuary from the outside world. Jeongin's fingers gently traced patterns along your back,

"My dad never wanted me to contact you after we moved away. He said it was best to leave the past behind us," He finally told you, his words hesitant.

"I regretted it every day...Losing touch with you was like losing a piece of myself. But now that I have you back in my life, I never want to let go." A smile tugged on his lips and tears brimmed in your eyes at the weight of his words.

"Innie..." You whispered, your voice cracking a little. Jeongin pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, 

"I love you, Yn. I've loved you since we were kids, and I'll love you for the rest of my days." Tears spilt down your cheeks as you clung to him, your heart overflowing,

"I love you too, Innie." You confessed, 

"I always have and I always will," You finished as he kissed your lips softly. In that moment, as you lay close to one another, you knew your love was a force to be reckoned with. That no matter what, with him by your side, you'd be able to overcome any obstacle that stood in your way. 

"I want this place spotless!" You called out to the event hall of your hotel, everyone inside was rushing around at the last second to make sure everything was perfect for you. You placed your hand on your stomach and watched as one of your guards - Carlos - made his way over to you with some snacks,

"You're going to make it obvious," You mumbled to him as you took the crisps from him and started to eat from the packet. It seemed as though ever since you'd hit the 6-week mark of your pregnancy you'd been craving crisps or anything that was savoury and Carlos had been the man to help you. Mostly because he was the only other person who knew about it and he only knew because he found you crying in your office whilst holding the stick.

I think it should be obvious. Too much stress isn't good for the baby and have you told Mr Yang yet?" Carlos was far too comfortable with you, you thought maybe it was time to switch him for another guard but you'd grown comfortable with him also and you enjoyed your talks together.

"No." You mumbled with a mouthful of crisps, shaking your head at him. All week long he'd been trying to get you to tell Jeongin about the pregnancy but you were nervous about it. It had only been a few months since the two of you got together and you knew if he found out he was only going to stop you from working Jisung's wedding that your hotel was hosting and that was the last thing you wanted.

Everything you and Jeongin had been working toward was here and you weren't going to let someone else take the reigns on this.

"Don't you think you should?" He raised his brow at you but you mumbled what he said back to him in a mocking tone and walked toward your office. You opened the door and stared at Carlos with a weak smile,

"I'll tell him when the time is right after the wedding is over." You shrugged not realising that Jeongin was standing inside of your office and Carlos held back the smirk. He'd known about Jeongin coming to visit you and it was his intention to try to get him to overhear everything,

"Tell who what when the time is right?" You cringed as you heard Jeongin and you glared at Carlos.

"You're a backstabber and I hate you." You mumbled slamming the door in his face and making your way toward the chair behind your desk.

"Is there something I should know?" Jeongin chuckled, watching you closely as you shook your head

"No. It's nothing, it's just Carlos worrying for nothing." You hated the fact that you were lying to your boyfriend but you needed to make sure you worked this wedding. You'd been planning it for months now and you weren't going to let Jeongin or anyone else take it away from you, not when it was the first wedding in years.

"Is it about your pregnancy?" Your hand paused midway to your mouth and the crisps fell from your grasp,

"How-" Your heart sank as you thought about him finding out through someone else but you. The last thing you ever wanted was for him to be upset but he didn't seem it in the slightest, in fact, he seemed rather happy.

"Please, you've been eating crisps non-stop, you're throwing up and not to mention some of the maids were gossiping about it when they found the test in your trash." Jeongin had known for weeks and at first, he was a little upset that you hadn't come to him but he could understand why.

"Those little rats," You mumbled to yourself, sighing and looking at him, suddenly feeling the guilt take over you as you whimpered a little.

"I didn't tell you because I knew you'd stop me working." You defend but Jeongin eyes you up closely

"Did I though?" He smirked, raising a brow at you. Sure, at first he wanted to stop you from doing everything but he knew that would only make you worse and neither of you wanted that.

"Well, no, but-"

"I won't stop you working but as soon as I see you stressing that's when I'll put a stop to things." He reached his hand over the desk and squeezed yours softly, 

"Thank you," You whispered, smiling a little as you thought about it.

"Jisung and his bride-to-be are waiting for us in the Restaurant," They were waiting to go over a final plan and you had a special surprise for them as well. You'd been working with a private contractor for a few weeks making sure that the honeymoon suite was perfect for them and it was finally complete which you were going to show them around after food.

The sun dipped below the horizon casting a warm glow over the gardens of your hotel you watched as your daughter ran toward Changbin's son - Rath - who was quickly running away from her.

"Your son is a nousense." Jeongin grumbled, his arms folded against his chest as your daughter continued to chase Rath through the gardens yelling for him to wait for her.

"Your daughter is the one with the crush, it's not my son." Changbin laughed as he wrapped his arms around his wife, your head shaking as the two men began to bicker back and forth with one another. It felt good to have nights like this together.

You found yourself close with all seven of the other wives Jeongin's friends were married to, each of you helping raise each other's kids or just being close friends, it was a bond that could never be broken.

"Wait till he hears that Jisung's son wants to date his daughter." Chan laughed loudly causing Changbin to yell louder and in Jisung's direction this time. You giggled a little lacing your fingers with Jeongin's as you listened to all the children laugh as they played games in the garden and you couldn't think of a better place to be than right here.

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[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC questionnaire

Thanks to @illarian-rambling here and here, @mk-writes-stuff here, @somethingclevermahogony here, @mysticstarlightduck here, and @elsie-writes here.

Ahh these built up again!!

I did another one here where I answer for Robbie, Gwen, Maddie, Noelle, Jedi, and Kelsey.

I'll do the same and answer one OC for each set.

#1- Carmen

Theoretically, since she'd never answer these willingly

What's your favorite legend and why?

“I suppose the one about the cloud riders from Atsila's culture. Maybe because of her, maybe because I like the idea of uncontrollable things being controlled.”

How do you celebrate your birthday?

“I don't. Bad memories. But Jedi makes sure to do something kind for me.”

What's something you'd regret if you died without doing?

“Not finishing what Atsila started. And also organizing the entire base. And the online data collection. And the lab. The alphabet. The local library --”

#2- George

What's the best thing you've ever eaten?

“Oh my powers DEFINITELY the mini cake thing from Ceteri. Cupcake? Yeah that. It was chocolate I think. Don't know about the frosting. I ate way too many last time Noelle brought them. She's warming up to me.”

What's the worst injury you've ever had?

“Physical or emotional? Haha sorry - I have injured myself quite a bit while running at top speeds. We speedsters have faster... Everything *wink* - but I mean I can heal faster which is very helpful. But even with a faster runtime, I make the same mistakes as everyone if I'm distracted. I've hit things, and at top speeds *cringe* yeah it's not fun. Ran into a concrete wall once. Concussion and a few broken bones. More than a few. Eh, I walked it off.”

Do you wish you looked different?

“Nah. Pretty happy with how I look! I guess I wouldn't mind Carla's eye color. That is not fair - neither of our parents even have amber eyes. What recessive gene did she pull out?”

#3- Akash

What is your favourite weather?

“When it's sunny, but not hot. Nice breeze. Not too cold or harsh. Just...total peace. Robbie likes it a little cloudy. I dunno, maybe that's cozy for him. But I happen to like the outside.”

Where would you want to take someone to hang out or on a date?

“For me, I wouldn't mind the classic dates. Movies, dinner. But Gwen... I'd do something special. A cultural gallery or a bookstore. Maybe a play. A Superman-esque flight around the city perhaps.”

What’s your least favourite food?

“Oh my gosh man - I hate asparagus. So many people like it, but I'm sorry. Can't stand the stuff.”

#4- Sam

What is the strangest thing you've ever stolen?

“In fourth grade, this girl Emma brought a laser pointer to school. Well, it was a pen with a built-in laser pointer. I thought it was cool. So I had to stay after school for the music play I was in, and as I was walking from the bathroom, I saw the pen on the floor. I picked it up. Emma was a little rude, so I kept it. She never asked around for it, so I felt okay after that! Plus, I couldn't pass up the opportunity for a pen laser pointer!”

What is your least favorite food?

“Mustard. Can't stand it. Wait, does that count as a food? Okay, nevermind. Uh.... Tomatoes. It's a texture thing.”

Who is the strongest person you know?

“Akash for sure. He's been through a lot of crappy things, and people treated him meanly for stupid reasons. But he's still so positive and helps a lot of people! Plus he's probably the funniest person I know besides my brother. But Akash is just as much a brother to me as Robbie.”

I don't think I've posted much about Sam - other than her excerpts. That was fun!

#5- Lexi

What's your worst fear?

“Oh. Okay. Wow. Um, well, there's my actual phobia of physical contact, haphephobia. Not sure if that counts or not. I guess other than that, it's losing all my friends. Most of my elementary school friends went to different middle schools, so I haven't seen them in person for a while. I don't want to lose anyone else. Ever. I'm not sure what I'd do.”

What's your love language?

“Well, it's not physical touch! *Laughs* I guess quality time. Actively doing things with someone else. That's the best I could ask for.”

When are you the happiest?

“When I'm with my friends! Just whenever we're doing whatever! As long as they're happy, and we're happy together.”

#6- Ash

Would you ever get high and if so, what is your drug of choice?

“First of all, I'm thirteen. Second of all, yeah probably - it'd be a fun risk to take. Not sure what drugs I'd take though. *Pauses* Hm. There are these devices I found that stimulate my telepathy. I wonder if those are anything like drugs. If they are, then whatever those are most similar to.”

Three things you would buy at the store to freak the cashier and the person behind you out

“Walmart has these cheeseburger onion rings I noticed last time I was with Mary. I may buy that just to make the cashier think I have terrible taste. In actuality, I'm just curious. Maybe an urn or something dark. Ooh. A pregnancy test. That would freak a lot of people out. *Pause* Was that too dark?”

What stupid opinion are you willing to die for?

“That American cheese tastes good. Liam told me it tasted like plastic. I'll admit, I need to try more cheeses. He was right about that. But plastic? Come on. He's just mad that Muenster isn't a Canadian invention.”

Why is writing Ash so HARD

Tagging @jezifster @sleepyowlwrites @dyrewrites @willtheweaver @theeccentricraven @writeouswriter @tabswrites + ANYONE

Your questions are:

How good are you with people?

How would you function in a group project?

What's your most valuable possession?

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

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[allemantheias]

Parent triangle. Part 5.

Feeding the Task Force men.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. [Part 5.] Part 6 coming soon Word count: 1302. Warnings can be found in part 1. Read Parent triangle on AO3.

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"Lauren! It's so good to see you again." Soap gets up from his seat and hugs me, before sitting back down. I take the spot next to Alejandro, on the edge of the soft couch everyone's sitting on. "Why did the two of you arrive this late?"

"They were busy fucking." Rudy laughs, clearly had a few drinks already.

"Fucki- Wait, what? I thought you-" The Scot looks confused at my boyfriends and back to me.

"Rudy didn't wanna join this time because he preferred hanging out with the squad." Alejandro sits back and pulls me back too, makes me relax.

"I still don't get it."

"She's our girlfriend since a few weeks."

"What? Really? That took you this long?" Ghost exclaims. "Over five years! The poor girl."

"Yes, but Ale didn't waste a second to get her pregnant."

The guys' jaws drop while looking at me shocked.

"When did that happen?" Even Price is flustered by the news.

"Eh, six weeks ago. We got crazy drunk and had a threesome. It was good."

"That's enough information, Rudy!" I try to keep him from blurting out more details about that night.

"And here I was, not believing in miracles until now." Ghost pulls his mask up and sips from his drink. We all laugh. "It's my turn to get drinks. What do you want, Bonnie?" Soap stretches his arms before walking around the table.

"Sparkling ice tea." I love a fizzy soda.

"Alejandro?"

"The same."

"Go drink, I'll drive us home." I encourage him.

"I don't mind not drinking, cariño (darling)." He smiles when he sees my serious face. "Fino (Fine), I'll start with a beer then."

"Gotcha." Soap goes to the bar to order all of us a drink.

"Are you sure you're okay with driving?"

"Yes, I wouldn't have offered it if I wasn't. I can't drink anyway." I ensure him with my hand on his thigh. He puts his hand on mine as response. "Where's Kyle?" It took me this long to notice he's not here.

"At base, had a bad jet lag and wanted to sleep it off."

"Poor guy, I'll bring him some breakfast in the morning."

"Us too!" Soap is still close enough to hear me.

"Someone missed my cooking."

"Abso-fucking-lutely! Three months in between each time is way too long!"

"I'll make you plenty of Mexican food the next few weeks, okay?"

"Por favor." He pleas in a clear Scottish accent.

"Anything you want." I take my glass of ice tea from the tray he put on the table. "Thanks." He also has something non-alcoholic, is probably the one driving too. "Kyle!" I'm happy to see him out and about. "How are you feeling now?"

"Great, slept like a baby." His eyes trail to the food that I've been preparing for the past hour. 

"You must be starving." I know he hasn't eaten since arriving here yesterday evening.

"Big time."

"Good, I made lunch for the others too." I lay more of the burritos I just made on a plate on the tray and before I can grab it to take it to the gym, where the others are practicing, Kyle gets a hold of it.

"Let me take it." With a smile on his face he walks away and I follow him with the jug of fruit agua frescas, fresh fruit water, I made earlier. It's ice cold now, the tastiest way to drink it. We enter the gym and everyone looks up to us. Kyle places the tray on the table in the room and I put down the jug of fruitwater.

"Bonnie, you're fuckin' amazing! I'm starvin'!" Soap grabs one of the burritos from the pile on the tray and immediately stuffs his face. "So good. Can't believe these two haven't married you yet." He mumbles with a full mouth while he sits down on one of the benches. Ghost finishes throwing his stack of knives, hitting the dummy a few times in his chest and straight between the eyes on the last throw. Rudy and Alejandro are also done with the target practice and the three men grab their lunch. Price makes his way over from the fitness machines. Soap has already emptied his plate when Price thanks me while he grabs his.

"You're still hungry, aren't you?"

"Uhm, maybe.." The guilt is visible in his eyes.

"I'll make some more for everyone, just in case there are more hungry men."

"You gotta feed six hungry men now, instead of two." Kyle laughs.

"Thank god it's only for a few weeks." I joke back while leaving the room. I don't mind it at all to make food for the six of them. It's great that these weeks of training together have been going on for over four years now. They're staying for three weeks to train and practice together. That happens three times a year. They alternate every four months. So one year 141 comes here in the winter and the next year in the hot summer. Rudy and Alejandro always complain about the cold winters in the UK and the Task Force guys always complain about the hot summers here in Mexico. Besides that, they all look forward for weeks before the collaborations actually happen. I don't know if I will join Rudy and Alejandro in going to the UK in four months. I'll be pregnant for seven months when we return here. But I also don't want to be without them for multiple weeks. What a dilemma, I have to think about that for a while. "Did you already eat something, babygirl?" Rudy asks when I put the tray with more burritos on the table, for everyone to grab more if they want.

"I tasted some of the filling while cooking, but still feel a bit too sick to eat more."

"Take care of yourself, princesa, you already passed out this morning."

"I'll try some bread when I feel less nauseous." Thinking about having to eat something makes me gag and I put a hand on my mouth.

"Take it easy when you need to."

"I will. Don't worry too much about me."

"Go home early today." He kisses my forehead and goes back to the others who are still enjoying the food and drinks. It's a joy to see all these hungry men go to town on the food I prepared.

Soap walks over to me with another three burritos on his plate. "Lauren, will you please cook flautas for me somewhere in the next three weeks? Or maybe posole or carne guisada?"

"I'll make everything you want before you leave, Johnny."

"You're the best, Lau. Those guys are crazy for not marrying you on the spot." He laughs and infects me with it too.

"I'm sure we will be in a few years." "Go have a rest, cariño (darling), you have been showing off your cooking skills way too much today." Alejandro tells me with a smile on his face.

"It tasted good, though."

"Of course, I taught you." He proudly smiles. My jaw drops, I can't believe my ears.

"The audacity! You better be inviting them for dinner tonight."

"Doll, you've passed out twice now. I'm not letting you push yourself even more than you already did today." He sees my facial expression change and sighs. "I'll invite them for tomorrow's dinner if you promise me to take it easy until then."

"Fine, I'll behave."

"Good girl." After a kiss, he walks back to his patrol car but doesn't get in yet. "But without kidding, you need to rest. I'll come check on you later tonight." After waiting for both cars to drive out of the street, I close the front door of the apartment complex and go upstairs, to my house, for a warm shower.

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[carriagelamp]

I don't know what to say here this month. February, eh? Hate February, the Thursday of months, I'm just clinging to sanity while I wait for spring. Here are the books that helped me through what is basically a month of overcast skies and fucking winter rain.

Candy Color Paradox v6

Candy Color Paradox is a series I’ve been reading for years now and I’ve really enjoyed how the relationship in this one has progressed over that time. It started somewhat similar to how you’d expect a yaoi manga to start — lots of tension, drama, smut, and some light antagonism between the two main characters who both work at the same weekly magazine. But it’s eased into something that’s really quite genuine. This most recent volume focused entirely on moving in together and all the little complications and insecurities that arise because of that.

Circus of Fear

A 1980s D&D choose your own adventure novel so the quality is exactly what you would expect, but at the very least it was a fun little diversion. Doing a CYOA book with a friend can honestly be a blast, they just feel so silly, and the setting of a magical, vaguely sinister circus is always an enjoyable backdrop. We managed to get a good ending on the second try! So yay! I'd honestly like to read it again and try some of the other routes that also sounding intriguing.

Dungeon Meshi // Delicious in Dungeon v1

Me and my girlfriend started watching Dungeon Meshi because we’d seen so much about it on tumblr lately and wow. Just wow. It really is doing something special and we’re completely enamoured. Since we’re waiting for new episodes, I picked up the first book so we could compare it and the show — it’s really impressive how closely they align! And the art is really lovely, it stands out and not just for it's food glamour shots.

For those who haven't been seduced into watching the anime yet: Dungeon Meshi / Delicious in Dungeon is a DND-style parody in which the adventuring party needs to enter the monster-filled dungeon to save one of their companions who got eaten by a red dragon. They need to get to her and revive her before she entirely digested. However, to hasten their quest (and indulge one of their member’s strange obsessions) they begin to hunt and eat the monsters that fill the dungeon instead of trying to bring food in from the outside. This is 80% a cooking anime and 20% a comedic adventure anime. Book or show, doesn’t matter which, you should give it a try if you haven’t.

Down Among the Sticks and Bones

I really enjoyed the first book of the series, Every Heart A Doorway, and was excited when I found out there was a prequel about Jack and Jill and the world they visited. This can either be read as a prequel or it works fairly well as a stand-alone novella; the story is about twin sisters who have always been forced to fill very precise societal roles by their parents. One afternoon, they stumble across a magical door in the bottom of a chest and venture down into the sinister world of the moors where one sister is taken in by a vampire lord and the other by a mad scientist. The story looks at how the sisters grow and change when apart from each other and their controlling parents. Excellent story, the language is just so enticing.

Midnight Sun

My brother has been watching all the Twilight movies with a couple of his friends. Listening to him bitch about Jacob like it was 2007 reawakened something in me, so after laughing myself sick I had to go and relisten to Midnight Sun. Still genuinely and unironically love this book, it’s pure trash but by god it's my trash. I’m a simple soul.

Odder

I’ve been hearing great things about this book, and it’s hard to go wrong with Katherine Applegate so I was excited to finally read it. This is a book written entirely in free verse poetry about an orphaned otter and her experiences being rescued by the Monterey Bay Aquarium. It’s inspired by a true story (several true stories, actually!) and it's very worth picking up even if you don't usually go for poetry. It's charming and reads very easily.

Old-Fashioned Cupcake

A middle-aged salaryman is feeling worn down by the humdrum nature of his life, which is filled mostly with work these days. This manga kicks off with his coworker suggests that if he wants to deal with the feelings of boredom and aging, then he needs to do something to shake up his life: so he suggests that they “act like a pair of teenage girls” and go to a fancy new pancake shop just because it seems fun, never mind that it’s not something grown men are supposed to do. This manga ended up being pretty darn cute -- it was slow and compassionate and loving -- and it managed to convince me to buy its sequel.

Professor Calculus: Science’s Forgotten Genius

A ridiculous little book I bought on impulse that was nevertheless a lot of fun to read. It’s a tribute to Cuthbert Calculus, celebrating the 80th anniversary of his first appearance in Tintin. It dives into some of the inspirations that went into the character, and also lovingly and cheekily explores some "facts" we know about Calculus as a person… and wildly extrapolates more from there. It was a cute little read for anyone who’s a fan of the series and wants something a little extra.

Return to Oz

I recently rewatched this movie and maintain that I like it more than the original film, sorry. It made me decide to grab the novelization because I’m always a sucker for a novelization <3 This one was pretty solid too, it actually included details that were left out of the film and improve the stories overall cohesion which is always the marker of a good novelization.

Return to Oz takes place several months after the original film, when Aunty Em and Uncle Henry are trying to build a new house and get the farm back in order before winter. Concerned by Dorothy’s continued belief in Oz and her increased insomnia, Aunty Em decides to take her to a doctor who offers healing through electroshock therapy. Yeah, it’s exactly as fucking creepy as it sounds… You get a scary aslyum, a sinister head nurse, being strapped to a hospital gurney, and new baddies that scared the bejeezus out of me as a kid. Anyway, before she can be electrocuted, Dorothy manages to escape back to Oz where she discovers her friends are in dire need of help. It’s like Alice: Madness Returns but from Disney. Go watch this movie.

She Drives Me Crazy

I had very mixed feelings about this book. It’s about high school basketball player, Scottie, who has suffered a bad breakup with her girlfriend who moved schools to play on the opposing basketball team. Things go from bad to worse when she gets into a car accident with her arch-nemesis, the cheerleader Irene. One things lead to another and bada bing bada boom we have a fake dating scheme so that Scottie can get back at her ex.

This book had some genuinely fun moments (I’m always a sucker for a fake dating scheme, and the characters were reasonably fun) but it’s biggest failing is one that I’ve seen more than I like in current queer lit. It just tries so. fucking. hard. to be unproblematic. Like yeah, it’s great to see healthy relationships but it was SO explicit about it. So much therapy speak, way more than feels natural for a conversation or internal monolgue, especially when they’re in high emotions. The “banter” was very scripted. It was a book that felt like it had a laugh track. And while the ending was satisfying enough, it was also… I don’t know. Anticlimactic. We just spent so long tying everything up in a perfectly neat little bow that it really just strolled to an ending that was obvious from a mile away. 

Like look, I get it, we want this to be squeaky clean and beyond reproach, but I have NEVER entered a fake dating story hoping that everyone was going to be really sensible and respectful and level-headed. Fake dating is the slapstick of the romance world, I want some Shakespearean level bullshit, please don’t try to gussy it up for me. Gonna go and rewatch 10 Things I Hate About You or something just to feel things again. Or maybe pop over to AO3, your average fic writer at least understands that when I say fake dating I mean I want something absolutely fucking unhinged and filled to the gill with mutual pining.

So yeah, if you want a sports-based high school sapphic romance: it’s not a bad book. It went down easy, I liked listening to it in the mornings when I needed something light before work. Some bits I even quite enjoyed. But it’s not going to rock your world.

Shuna’s Journey

Well, if nothing else you can really, definitely tell this was done by Hayoa Miyazaki. I’m honestly not really sure how I felt about it. The art was beautiful, and the story was pure undiluted Miyazaki through and through. The narrative was very nice. The story and message was poignant. It was a nice book. I can’t say it’s stuck very heavily in my mind, but I enjoyed reading it. It felt like a precursor to Princess Monoke / Nausicaa, perhaps?

The Witches

The story of one child and his grandmother needing to contend with witches. Not fairytale witches. Real witches. And all their horrible, child-hating ways. One thing I will always love about Dahl is that when he wants to write about something Horrible, nothing will stop him. His villains are truly villainous and the witches are a prime example of that! I loved the description of the witches and their horrible, sinister deeds, especially in the first half of the book. This sure is Child Murder: The Novel! The ending was absolutely not what I was expecting, and I appreciate that. Such a bizarre book.

#queer lit #hayao miyazaki #dungeon meshi #tintin #twilight #delicious in dungeon #dnd #d&d #book review #book reviews #chatter

[sophieinwonderland]

“I think there has been a lot of fearmongering in the community about the concept of plurals helping other plurals…But I've also seen it before with the demonization of the Plural Association's planned warmline for plurals. (This also was paired with a conflation of Warmlines and crisis Hotlines. Note that these are not the same.)”

Eh I do think there is some criticisms to be made about the warmline. Because they are unable to give support to someone in crisis, people who are using that line for that reason are likely to not experience adequate support (and unfortunately when talking about hotlines/warmlines, this can range from how telling someone in crisis to have a cup of tea/take a bath/etc can feel really minimising to even there have been scenarios where people actively mocked for their crisis).

Like already they do not seem knowledgeable on how a crisis/support plan could be something to reject (I reject them from a place of ‘they have been used to harm me’).

I understand there’s a difference between warmlines and hotlines, but as someone who used to have over 20 chatlines/hotlines bookmarked they do sometimes function the same (like some warmlines do claim to support people in crisis) and it’s understandable why someone would think that they are the same.

This ofc doesn’t mean the line shouldn’t exist, I just think that expecting there probably will be some issues is fine (because yeah there probably will be). I also haven’t personally encountered people who seem to really hate the idea of the hotline (besides being suspicious because it’s unclear where funding/donations are going unless you’re subscribed to certain things and/or are inside their plural community platform), so my comments might be a bit off-base (since it feels like I’m maybe missing some context but idk)

I can see how this might be a valid criticism of warmlines in general.

It's absolutely true that peer warmlines aren't equipped to deal with a crisis. (Of course, you can also argue that hotlines themselves aren't equipped to deal with plurality.) But this isn't what they're meant to do. It's not the fault of the warmline if people end up misusing it.

The issue here is that, if this is really their problem, then why not take it up with all warmlines? Why is a plural warmline, specifically, so egregious? Why is it always a problem for plurals to help other plurals?

If you want context, here is popular post from January.

Note that while the title says "warmline/hotline," the post itself only refers to it as a "hotline." Despite the fact that TPA only ever calls it a warmline from what I've found.

As mentioned above, this is also true of most warmlines. Most warmline volunteers are not trained professionals. They're volunteers and peers who might know what you're going through, and may be able to lend an ear when you're in need. That said, the claim that they aren't trained at all is wrong according to The Plural Association.

Obviously, risks still exist. Some may not feel 40 hours is enough. But this would also be true of ALL warmlines. It's not something unique to the Plural Association's warmline. So again, why is it only problematic when it's plurals helping other plurals?

And it's really not like Crisis Hotline are risk free either. Especially with conditions that the person on the other end just won't understand.

Context on this: TPA did a poll. TPA asked if participants felt crisis or hotline providers they've been in contact with understood DID and OSDD. 40% of the people who responded had never used a hotline or warmline.

The claim is that TPA was "manipulating data" by excluding the people who had never used a hotline from their data.

This is pretty obviously ridiculous if you think about it for more than two seconds. It's like if there was a poll about your customer service at Subway, and you said that excluding people who had never eaten at Subway from the statistic was "manipulating the data."

Obviously, the 40% who haven't been in contact with a hotline or crisis line shouldn't be counted given the very nature of the question.

The whole thing feels like a massive smear of plurals for trying to make a warmline for plurals to reach other plurals who might understand them and what they're going for in a way singlets can't.

Overall, even if it's not perfect, this is a goal that I believe should be celebrated and encouraged, not derided.

#syscourse #plural #pro endo #pro endogenic #plurality #plural system #endogenic #multiplicity #systems #endogenic system #system #system stuff #sysblr #actually plural #the plural association #tpa #actually a system

[aquariaries]

Kou Mukami Labyrinth End - Chaos Lineage

***I do not mind if you use my translations as a base for another language, I just ask that you credit both 46snowfox as the original translator and myself as the English translator if you do!***

Original translation credit: @46snowfox

https://46snowfox.tumblr.com/post/617475223016669184/01-02-03-04-05-06-07-08

You can find Kou's previous chapters in @tournesolia's masterlist linked down below!

https://tournesolia.tumblr.com/

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Yui's Monologue:

After choosing not to fight Ruki-kun, we chose to be captured by the Oranges.

I was left in an unoccupied room, while Kou-kun was locked in the dungeon and I haven't seen him for many days.

Right now I can't even check if Kou-kun is still alive.

I couldn't even eat properly, I jusy kept praying to myself again and again that Kou-kun was still alive -- .

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PLACE: Dungeon

Kou: Ugh ... ...

... ... Ngh, Aaah ... ...

Ruki: So you still won't spit it out. The way in which one becomes the overlord, you do know it don't you?

Kou: I already told you ... ... several times ... ... I don't know any way ... ... to do that ... ...

Ruki: You were the one who was always with Eve. Moreover, by her own will.

I can only think that it was for a special reason. Now, spit it out.

Kou: I'm sorry ... ... but I can't answer what I don't know ... ...

Ruki: I see.

*Strangling sound*

Kou: Aagh ... ... !

Ruki: I'll be back. Don't forget that Eve is in our hands.

*Ruki leaves*

Kou: ... ... Ah ... ... Hah ... ..

*He crumbles to the ground*

(I'm sorry, Yui ... ... The fact that ... ... we are in this situation ... ... is all my fault ... ...)

(If only ... ... I had been better ... ... this wouldn't ... ... have happened ... ...)

(Please ... ... Somehow, be safe ... ...)

PLACE: Orange Mansion Spare room

Yui: (I wonder how long it's been since we've been captured ... ...)

(Even I ask Ruki-kun, he doesn't answer me.)

(He just gives me that cold look, and asks me how to become the overlord.)

(If... ... If something happens to Kou-kun, I ... ...)

... ... -–

(Kou-kun ... ... Please stay safe -–)

*Shin enters the room*

Shin: How are you doing?

Yui: Shin-kun ... ...

Shin: What's this, are you refusing to eat again?

I take the trouble to bring you food, so cut it out already. How many times do you think you've done this?

Yui: I'm sorry, I just don't have an appetite ... ...

Shin: So you have no appetite, huh ... ...

You know, today I have something to tell you.

... ... That guy, he died.

Yui: Eh ... ... ? That guy ... ... Could it you mean --

Shin: That's right. Your beloved Kou. It seems that he couldn't bear the punishments.

He should have just confessed, apparently he didn't say anything until the very end.

Yui: Y-you're lying ... ... It can't be ... ... Kou-kun can't ... ... be dead ... ...

... ...That's right. Kou-kun is a vampire, he wouldn't die that easily ... ...

Shin: Even vampires aren't completely immortal. He's not here anymore. Give up.

Yui: No way ... ...

Shin: See ya.

*He leaves*

PLACE: Orange Mansion Hall

Shin: That look of despair on Eve's face ... ... Heheh, it's a nice look.

To think that she would fall for a lie like that.

Well then, I should go finish the errands Nii-san gave me.

*He walks off*

PLACE: Orange Mansion Spare Room

Yui: (Kou-kun ... ... is dead ... ... ?)

Kou-kun ... ... uuu ... ... aah ... ... aaaaaaah ... ... !!

(No ... ... No, Kou-kun ... ... Why…? Why ... ... ?)

Uuu ... ... *crying* ... ... -–

(If Kou-kun is no longer here, there's no reason to continue living anymore ... ...)

*She sits down on the bed, tableware clatters*

(My body, I feel lightheaded ... ... I guess it's because I haven't eaten in days. I can barely sleep at night either ... ...)

(Surely, even in a weak body the blood will continue to flow ... ...)

Yui: (... ... I'm glad I wasn't able to finish my food. Since that way, I was able to get a knife.)

-– Kou-kun, I'm coming to you right away.

*She stabs herself*

PLACE: Room of Time

Kou: ... ... Ugh ... ...

(Where am I ... ... ? Huh, but I should definitely be in the dungeon ... ...)

(Ah ... ... Everyone is here. Are they unconscious ... ... ?)

*He tries to move*

Urgh ... ... It hurts!

(My whole body hurts ... ... What happened before wasn't a dream. Then where is this? More so, where is she -–)

Yui: ... ... ... ...

Kou: There she is! Are you alri --

(Eh ... ... Blood is flowing from her neck ... ...)

Kou: *Gasps* ... ...

*He runs over and holds her*

Kou: Open your eyes! Hey, open your eyes!!

Yui: ... ... ... ...

*He shakes her*

Kou: It's a lie ... ... right? Why won't you open your eyes? Why ... ... Hey ... ... I said hey ... ... !

Yui: ... ... ... ...

Kou: The truth is, you can actually hear me right? You're just pretending to be asleep.

Stop this tasteless joke. I want to talk to you ... ...

Kou: That's why ... ... open your eyes. Hey, I'M BEGGING YOU!!

*Karlheinz appears*

Karlheinz: ... ... It's no use.

Kou: Eh ... ... Karlheinz-sama ... ... ?

Karlheinz: This is my castle. You have all come back from the miniature garden.

Kou: Miniature garden ... ...

Karlheinz: For the sake of my friend's experiment, you were all gathered in that miniature garden.

However, when she, the core of the experiment, lost her life, the miniature garden became meaningless. For that reason everyone has been brought back.

Kou: She lost ... ... her life ... ... ?

Karlheinz: Having been told a lie that Adam had died, Eve chose to commit suicide.

Kou: Eh ... ... ?

(I can't talk to her anymore? We can't laugh together anymore?)

(Everything ... ... We can't do anything anymore ... ...)

... ... No. ... ... I don't want that ... ...

I have to be without Yui ... ...

If this was going to happen ... ... then I would have been glad to remain trapped in that miniature garden ... ...

Karlheinz: If you had to live forever in that isolated world, would you still choose Eve?

Kou: ... ... I would. Karlheinz-sama ... ... I'm begging you. Please ... ... Let me see her ... ... !

Karlheinz: ... ... Very well.

*Magical noise, white light*

Kou: This light is ... ...

(My consciousness is falling apart. But, I feel you strongly ... ...)

(-– Yui, I'm coming to see you right now.)

*Magical noise*

PLACE: Room of Time

Karlheinz: Pitiful Adam, he has chosen to live in an artificial miniature garden with an artificial version of her.

Even though my has friend intervened, this time was also a failure.

Sooner or later I'll turn back time again. But, for a little while I'll allow pitiful Adam to dream.

PLACE: Violet Mansion - Kou's Room

Yui: Nn ... ... Wait Kou-kun. If you hold me that tight it'll be hard for me to breathe?

Kou: Eeeeh? Just a little bit is fine. Doesn't M-neko-chan like it when I do stuff like this?

Yui: I don't dislike it, but ... ...

Kou: Then it's fine right? ♪

*He hugs her tightly*

Yui: Fufu, oh Kou-kun.

Being able to spend such gentle time together with my beloved Kou-kun ... ... I'm so happy, it's like a dream ... ...

Kou: As long as I can be with you, even a dream is fine ... ... Nnn ... ... *kiss*

Yui: ... ... Nn ... ...

Kou: Whether it's a dream, or an illusion ... ... I want to drown in it forever.

Sinking deeper and deeper, somewhere so deep that I can't even breathe.

*He embraces her*

Yui ... ... From here on out I will always ALWAYS, love only you ... ...

Yui: I too, will only love Kou-kun.

Yui: I'll love you forever and ever.

-END-

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #chaos lineage #diabolik lovers translation #kou mukami #yui komori #shin tsukinami #ruki mukami #karlheinz

[jabbage]

#Letters from Watson #lettersfromwatson

[toujokaname]

Seisoukan☆Test of Courage Night / Episode 4

Author: Yuumasu

Characters: Rei, Ritsu, Tsumugi, Mayoi, Tomoya

"Uwaaaah! Aoba-kun, you're so cunning! Ritsu, please be nice to me sometimes too~!"

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Season: Summer Location: Seisoukan Kitchen

A few days later, at Seisoukan's kitchen.

Rei: My cute, cute little brother, what brings you to the kitchen?

Ritsu: Hm~ So he's still breathing~

Rei: How distant...  I wonder if those pastries are the source of this aroma.

Could it be, are they for your beloved big brother? Kukuku, I feel so bashful ♪

Ritsu: Hm... You could say that.

Rei: Eh, huh? T-Truly?! It was a joke, but...!

I can't believe Ritsu baked pastries for me... I might just start tearing up a little...!

Ritsu: Ugh. You got it wrong, no one said it was for you.

Rei: ...Eh?

Tsumugi: Good afternoon, Ritsu-kun.

Ritsu: Here at last. I've been waiting for you, Aoba-onii-chan ♪ 

Rei: "Aoba-onii-chan"...! C-Could it be, those pastries are for...?!

Ritsu: Aoba-onii-chan asked me to make these. Outsider Anija, take a hike.

Rei: A-Asked you...?!

Uwaaaah! Aoba-kun, you're so cunning! Ritsu, please be nice to me sometimes too~!

Tsumugi: Rei-kun.

Ritsu: Ignore him, ignore him. You can leave Anija alone. More importantly, though—

I finished the prototype of the pastries you requested, would you try some?

Tsumugi: Okay. Would you like Rei-kun to taste them as well? Different opinions could be helpful.

Ritsu: Eh~? I don't think Anija's opinion will help you. Well, whatever.

Here, Anija's share. Be grateful to me and Aoba-onii-chan.

Since I'm letting you eat something special, give a sensible opinion, alright?

Rei: While expressing gratitude to Aoba-kun might be complicated, I gladly accept.

Mm, delicious ♪ As always, the taste is impeccable despite its appearance.

Ritsu: You haven't eaten enough to say "as always".

Rei: Nom nom... By the way, Aoba-kun, why are you having Ritsu make pastries for you?

Since he mentioned it was a prototype, I assumed you were going to use it for something.

Tsumugi: Oh, yes. Actually, I was thinking of giving out Ritsu-kun's sweets as participation prizes in the upcoming test of courage at the dorms.

As for me personally, I intended to reuse the recipe for the pie that was being developed for another project.

Ritsu: That's for the café, but it's a different story when it comes to a test of courage~

Because it's for my beloved Onii-chan above all else, I'll be giving it my all, you know?

Rei: Uuu. I'm supposed to be Ritsu's only Onii-chan~...

If this is the case, I, too, will participate in the test of courage and get some sweets from Ritsu.

Ritsu: ...Aoba-onii-chan, can you make sure that only Anija can't participate in the test of courage~?

Rei: Why?!

Location: Seisoukan Dorm Room

Same time, in Mayoi and Tomoya's room

Mayoi: Ah, welcome back, Mashiro-san.

Tomoya: I'm back. I got the materials you asked for.

Mayoi: Thank you. I'm sorry to bother you.

Tomoya: No problem, I was out of town anyway. How's your work going?

Mayoi: It's going well, thanks to your help.

Tomoya: Oh, the dioramas have increased. Ayase-senpai, you're really talented.

Mayoi: No, um, it's not like that. With enough practice, anyone can achieve this level.

Tomoya: Oh no, I can't do it at least. How do you get skills like this? Did someone teach you?

Mayoi: I am self-taught. I've been on my own for a long time, so I've gotten good at this kind of "playing alone" thing.

...um, I realize that might sound introverted and creepy... I apologize.

Tomoya: That's not true. It's amazing that you've mastered it so well on your own.

Mayoi: I'm not even close to mastering it. Compared to the work of a professional, it's garbage.

Tomoya: But if an amateur can do this well, that's good enough for me. What's this lever for?

Mayoi: Since simply shining a light wasn't enough, I added a little trick. If you push this lever forward...

Tomoya: The light on the diorama shifts! I see, the shadow's size can be adjusted by moving the lever.

As I thought, it's amazing... Ayase-senpai, is it difficult to make a diorama?

Mayoi: Hmm? Are you also interested in dioramas, Mashiro-san?

Tomoya: Just a bit. I'm curious about what it's like to give it a try.

If I were alone, I'd probably get bored quickly, but with Ayase-senpai, I feel like I could manage at least one without getting discouraged and keep trying.

If you're willing, could you teach me?

Mayoi: Very well, I'll teach you step by step...♪

What kind of diorama would you like to create?

Tomoya: Well... What sort of things can be made?

Mayoi: You can make anything. People, animals, buildings... You can even make a planet.

When you arrange them around you, you can immerse yourself in your own world. Fufufu...♪

Tomoya: Wow~ It must be fun once you can create freely, huh.

I was thinking of trying to make Hokuto-senpai, but I don't think it would be possible for a beginner...

Ah. Can it be a rabbit?

Mayoi: Of course. Let's make a cute rabbit ♪

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#yuumasu #scout story #illusory noctilucence #rei #ritsu #tsumugi #mayoi #tomoya

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

I have a Lot of thoughts to nerd out about in this episode, so yeah!

So in the "prologue", pre-themesong introduction, I thought the zoom in on a Sqwovet (sp?) was Foreshadowing. Now, I haven't played or researched Galar, I know the ghosts and that's about it. (What can I say, I'm a specialist.) I didn't know what that thing was called until the "Who's That Pokemon" bit turned out to be that thing. {lD So I def don't know what the dex says about them.

But I know Pokemon traits often parallel their real world counterparts, and squirrels gave rise to the phrase "squirrel away" with good reason! So my first thought, "that's the one stealing all the food."

Then I thought, maybe that's too obvious. Maybe it's the Dragonite, who seems content to watch the chaos unravel.

Or... Maybe someone's making a pact to keep it all for themselves. Like the "prankster" Misdreavus and "loner" Sandile that have obviously teamed up here?

So for all I think I'm good at creating Pokemon emoting, I'm not terribly good at figuring out what the anime is showing. So I know they're teaming up, but like... To do what? Figure out who's behind this, I thought? But that wicked little grin on my favorite little ghost didn't look Entirely benevolent. Though the whole "pointing at the empty food trays" sequence tells me that's probably Part of it?

Eh. I was pleasantly surprised that this prankster got enough screen time for me to see expressions I've never seen in those eyes. And in that hair, that amused me! I mean, since I saw Lil' Miss shielded her face with her "hair"/??arms?? I've figured they use them to emote. But those motions were delightfully arm like. The spread of a grand presentation! The holding of the trays! //I think they actually gave the tips finger-like dexterity//, which is! Whew, that's a new one! Also, I think this is the most I've ever seen Misdreavus's eyes and mouth animated expressively! How fun!

Ooooh, and I don't know terribly much about Golurk, I know there have been Some plot relevant things involving them, but I can't remember watching it. Did the dismantling of its hinges really cause the rain? Could it control that or was it an accidental switch? A defense mechanism triggered, perhaps?

--Oh, yeah should've just watched for five more seconds. Removing the seal removes its control.

So this whole time I was like, I've always understood Misdreavus to feed on fear. We see one eating physical solid food at least once so like, clearly not All the time, but it's in the dex entries, so it must be True to SOME extent. So I was like, why's THIS guy bothered? But I guess I wouldn't want to have to go out and harvest my own food every time I'm hungry either?

But then at the end when they lay out more food, you see 'em just floating above everyone else instead of eating. So I have no idea which way it's going, actually. {lD;;

Misdreavus's voice isn't as cutesy as the Japanese voice that always melts my heart, but it's still a lot more fun and, uh, mischievous than that sort of low raspy monotonous voice they have in a couple earlier episodes. I'll take it!

Aaaand I should've trusted my writing senses because it was the Sqwovet after all.

I'm definitely going to go back and rewatch this one, so for posterity, this was the one called "Panic in the Park". (Atm I don't want to watch the Whole Thing again and the time stamp on the player isn't cooperating for me to pinpoint times. Meh.)

Edit: Couldn't help it, watched it again. And the collusion made a Lot more sense the second time around (they were impressing the others by making it look like Sandile broke the tree, and maybe trying to barter food for protection. And then I think when the other group showed up, they were like "Well go on then, protect us!" Which they couldn't do, hence all the Expressions.

And also upon rewatch, I think the Misdreavus floating in a Satisfied way like it has already eaten, with it's tendril-arms on its belly. So I think it does in fact eat physical food too!

(This makes me wonder if there are, perhaps, some essential physical vitamins and minerals their bodies can't synthesize from fear alone? Do different kinds of fear produce different nutrients? I already headcanon that different kinds of fear from different beings "taste" different to them.....)

This has been Zira Gets Way Too Into Their Favorite Pokemon, part 385937.

#rhs pokemon #Why yes I DO overanalyze a children's cartoon about fantasy creatures in a videogame! Why do you ask!!! #I'm sorry to those who came here for rarer fandom stuff like TLT or YGO or TT. #I am also a Poke nerd but I put most of that on a separate blog. #Episode and game commentary have a history on this blog though so here it shall stay.

[safyresky]

SO LIKE. I'M OUT HERE PLUGGING CRYSTAL SPRINGS, PLUGGING FROSTMAS, YELLING ABOUT BLINTER, TALKING ABOUT TWIN FIERY GREMLINS, JACQUELINE POSTING ON MAIN OR WHATEVER

But not ONCE have I OFFICIALLY been like "hey guys come Meet the Frosts"!

WHERE are my MANNERS?!?! 😵💀😵💀😵💀

SO, ON BEHALF OF SAFYRESKY INDUSTRIES, I WOULD LIKE TO FORMALLY INVITE YOU TO MEET THE FROSTS!

Okay, you're saying. Based on the OTHER two plugs for Crystal Springs and Frostmas, I am assuming that this is another plug for yet ANOTHER The Santa Clause related fic. Right?

You are SO right. This was ACTUALLY the very FIRST ONE! SO, what's going on in Meet the Frosts?

Well, Jack fucked up a LOT of shit in the third movie: Sending geese north, snow in the amazon, freezing a volcano, and ALSO, 270 cardboard cutouts of him promoting Frostmas. Mother Nature has a LOT on her plate, so she decides to seek some help fixing these natural wrongs.

And who else would be able to help fix Frost's shenanigans than the Frosts themselves?

And so Mother Nature takes us along (after a bit of healthy procrastinating and lore dumping) to officially Meet the Frosts! The Blorbos themselves! Jacqueline, Winter, Blaise, and the Twins: Fino and Fiera!

And when she gets there she finds that these sprites are horribly, horribly, unbalanced amongst themselves.

SO. She brings them out to figure out what's up, urges them to fix the shit, they talk to one another, and YOU get to OFFICIALLY Meet the Frosts! How cool is that, eh?

Reasons YOU should read MEET THE FROSTS:

Mother Nature is in it and she is being a BAMF

Frost Family PRE Jack's return in Crystal Springs! What does this mean for you, the reader? It means ANGST. It means HEARTBREAK. It means I MADE JACQUELINE CRY. AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN. It means ANGRY TWINS. It means FROSTY SECRETS AMONGST THEMSELVES.

AND YOU GET TO DISCOVER IT ALL!

It is also only 7 chapters! 5 plus a prologue and epilogue. It is SHORT and sweet!

Originally published in 2012, it got a GLOW UP in 2017.

I haven't read it since and at this point in my fanfiction writing life, I am afraid if I re read it I will want to rewrite it, because, as we all know, the CEO of SafyreSky Industries, safyresky herself, IS COMPLETELY OUT OF CONTROL WITH THE REWRITING 😤

[Once again, we here at SafyreSky Industries would like to make it abundantly clear that A) Meet the Frosts is filled to the brim with OCs. If OCs are not your thing, please, scroll on and continue with your hopefully lovely day. B) If you choose to read Meet the Frosts, we here at SafyreSky Industries are not responsible for any emotional duress this short fic will cause you. This is inclusive of but not limited to: anger, sadness, oh noes! due to whump, any and all forms of crying, rage, despair, and creepiness caused by one personification of Fate. Please note that when reading Meet the Frosts, you may encounter any and all of these feelings, and more, so please prepare yourself for what you may experience during use. We here at SafyreSky industries waive any and all responsibility to your emotional wellbeing after you embark on your reading journey. thank you for your time, be safe, and enjoy Meeting the titular Frosts.

And thank you for choosing SafyreSky Industries, where tscs lore can kiss our asses and does not even MAKE IT across the drawbridge into the outer wall of the HQ. It will be eaten by the alligators we have in the moat around the premises.]

#dani speaks #dani writes #fanfic #meet the frosts #the santa clause #the santa clause 3 #csverse promos #frostverse promos #anyway. plugging my work! plugging my work! plugging my work or i'll dIE! #can you guys believe i completely forgot about meet the frosts???? #the OG FIC?? #THE ONE THAT STARTED THE ENTIRE FROSTVERSE?? THE FIRST APPEARANCE OF THE FROSTS?? #THE FIC THAT LAUNCHED ANA AND I INTO BECOMING FRIENDS?? #actually that was reflections. BUT STILL. #I CANNOT BELIEVE I FORGOT THE PROLOGUE TO THE ENTIRE FUCKING UNIVERSE. AH!

[celestialmango]

What other anime do you like? Any good ones you recommend? (Or if you want to keep which ones you like private, that's fine). I've watched a couple of series, like naruto

I watch Naruto for a while but recommendation? I got three off the top of my head. Log horizon, Overly Cautious Hero, and That time I got Reincarnated as a Slime. I like Isekai and Fantasy.

Oh, also Ouran Highschool Host Club, that one's friggin hilarious. Also watched some Hellsing and the episodes I watched were pretty damn good, nice animation. The original Yu-Gi-Oh + season zero where Yami sets a dude on fire and other scary things like feeds a dude to giant worms and has another guy eaten by his own tamagotchi, Yu-Gi-Oh Gx and 5d(after that it just went downhill to me). I liked Shaman King. I watched a lot of digimon, I liked the first one and the second where Kari was older. Also tamers, favorite digimon are Impmon, Wizardmon and Beelezemon. Saw a few episodes of the data squad and thought that was funny.

Played some of the games too, Digimon Cyber Sleuth and hacker's memory, Digimon world dusk. Lost my copies of those and I don't have a ds anymore. Everyone already knows about Pokemon but I watched it up to pearl and haven't watched it since. I friggin loved team rocket and the siblings May and Max because of their character development. Dawn was alright.

Watched some fate but it's hard to track down episodes so I didn't get to watch alot. Did watch Today's Menu for the Emiya Family tho. Even bought the cooking game. It has a little record that has the steps and ingredients to make the recipes and if you have the ingredients for them they're really good.

Mm that's all I can think of right now. I'm probably forgetting some but eh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ don't really watch anime all that much anymore. Not a lot of the new stuff interests me. Oh wait fuck, I forgot about Food Wars, I like that one too, not only is it funny but you can learn cooking tips just by watching it like how honey and onions both are able to tenderize meat.

..I think I'm a little all over the place with the genres I watched.

#mango answers

[irrealismora]

Unashamed Adoration Tag Game!

I was tagged by @druidx! I really loved the idea of this, especially because I haven't even properly done a wip intro for TBOD (whoopsies) but I WANNA TALK ABOUT IT SO THANK YOU!

Rules: Pick lines from your WIPs out of context that you love

[All of these lines are from The Book of Daemon.]

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It's a simple story, really. I don't make it.

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Vey nods slowly, then stabs a piece of tofu with her skewer. “I’m guessing you’re in the same boat?” She pops the tofu cube into her mouth. “Eh,” she says around it. “Same lake, different boat. I’m just a little further out in the water from you.”

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The guy meets Will’s eyes, and his hand closes around Will’s fist, squeezing it. Will hisses, then forces a laugh. “You aren’t joking, are you?” “Up until this point,” the guy says, “you have been nothing but an unruly pest to my clan. Now, you have made an enemy of me.” The guy closes his hand. Crunch. Blood splatters on the concrete. Will cries out, his scream slicing through the air. Blood runs down his arm in thick rivulets. No no no no no “Tell me, Wilthiem,” the guy says. “Do I look like I am joking?”

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“Good. ‘Cause you don’t wanna get fried.” He looks me up and down. “And good on you. No metal in your bones.” I cross my arms over my chest. “Um.” Rayden smacks him. “Oh,” and he suddenly looks apologetic. “I’m sorry, I’m taken. And you’re like my brother so–” Rayden smacks him again, glaring at him. “Jesus, what the fuck do you want me to say?” She hits him again. Bludbone’s face goes completely neutral. “The FitnessGram pacer test is an aerobic–” “Bludbone,” Dante says.

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“And so,” [Father] continued. “You need not blink. In combat, in affairs both personal and diplomatic, if you blink, you will undoubtedly fail to see that which will bring you, and most importantly your clan, harm. Is that understood?” I nodded. “Yes, Fa–” A flash of white, and something struck the left side of my face, the bridge of my brow collapsing. Then, like an afterthought or aftershock, pain blossomed like fire through my left eye socket. A sickening pull, a searing snap. I fell to my knees, my screams spilling across the mesa, carried by the wind. My hands were pressed to my face, my left eye, warmth seeping through my fingers. Bleeding, I thought, stupidly. I am bleeding. “You blinked, Dante.”

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He laughs, shaking his head. “Only Bludbone could drag you to a bar and not get thrown out of a moving plane.” “I only accompanied him because he had accused me of being ‘depressing.’” I sigh. “He said, ‘Well, if you’re not depressing, then go to a bar with me. I need a drink.’” Daemon raises an eyebrow. “He was very distressed about the war.” “I can imagine.” “He had also asked me to eat. I was not interested in the food at this particular bar. In addition, before that bar, I had not eaten since–” “If you say ‘World War II,’ I’m gonna kick you.” I say nothing. He pauses his sweeping. “Really? World War II?” “I was going to say, ‘the development of the internal combustion engine,’ however I did not think you–” He kicks my foot, albeit lightly. I chuckle. “You are a man of your word.”

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“Stairs,” I say. “Stairs. Seriously, who thought stairs were a good idea?” Dante frowns. “I apologize. I suppose it was an oversight on my part. However, it is very simple to entia to the top. The opposite is intended to be difficult.” I glance at him, an eyebrow raised. “Wanna race?” He glances back at me, and he’s gone. My jaw drops. “Oh, you mother–” I entia to the top of the staircase and Dante’s waiting out in the hallway, just outside the door. “You’re a cheating bastard,” I say, fighting off the buzz of entia. “You are accusing me of cheating?” he says, eyes wide. “I would never.” I shove him and he laughs, shaking his head.

Tagging: @bardic-tales @cedar-west @author-a-holme @writingonesdreams-main @indecentpause @kittensartswriting @aalinaaaaaa

#tag games #writeblr stuff #tbod #tbodserial #cw swearing #cw gore

[zonerobotnik]

I just prefer Danny looking scary even while he's alive.

Really tall but gaunt looking.

Well, that's where our preferences differ because I don't like it when people look gaunt and sickly and like they haven't eaten or slept in days, especially since Danny definitely eats and sleeps, even if it's as much sleep as a parent of an infant child (3-4 hours, sparsely, in and out of sleep all night).

I think if Danny did look scary, he'd do everything he can to change that at every opportunity. Gaunt? Eat and sleep. Unnerving to look at? Okay, what does he need to adjust to make himself look more human and not get shot by a ghost-hunter even in human form? Workout? He can workout, go to the gym, get some muscle, whatever makes him look human and not stand out. Being pretty much invisible, even as a human, is what is safest for him. As a ghost, he doesn't want to scare people so he would adjust little things that would scare people. Pointy ears? That's fine. Sharper teeth? Eh...just a few, no need to look like a shark. Go for wolf. Skin? Paper-white or what he had before. Clothes? Stick with the superhero look.

For the Ghost King stuff, he would probably let himself look intimidating, just because most of the ghosts only listen to violence and intimidation and he needs them to listen to him. But, around humans, he tries to look as non-threatening as possible, to the point of being mistaken for a human during the day because his glow isn't as strong. Plus, he could find a way to hide his aura, like Dora did for that beauty contest episode, but that seems redundant when he has a human form to revert to.

#ask zone stuff

[eldritchsurveys]

1179.

Have you ever lived in a mobile home?: >> I lived in a trailer park for a short time.

Have you ever had your bedroom in a basement?: >> When I lived at the Wayland house, yeah.

Do you think it would be cool to have a lion as a pet?: >> I would not want this at all.

What do you think about those little dogs that ride in purses and strollers?: >> I think it's cute.

How many times in the past week have you eaten fast food?: >> Zero.

In the house - shoes, socks, slippers or bare feet?: >> Slippers, usually, but also bare feet or socks on occasion.

Do you consider dogs inside or outside pets?: >> Mostly I think they're both (since I think it's good for them to get to run around semi-freely in a backyard or dog park regularly), but indoors is the best place for pets.

Do you read books for pleasure?: >> Eh. I don't think I find the act of reading to be pleasurable, exactly. I just like stories and information and that's always been an easily-accessible way to get them.

What’s your favorite piece of furniture in your house?: >> My bed. But also the goldenrod-coloured couch, because that's my favourite colour.

Have you ever had a crush on a friend’s parent?: >> I have not. Do you prefer carbonated or uncarbonated drinks?: >> Carbonated.

Favorite thing that you can see up in the sky?: >> The Sun, of course 💛

Would you like it if they sold disposable undies in a pop up box?: >> I... would have no use for this. But I imagine someone would.

French fries. Yay or Nay?: >> Yay.

Which of your friends has the most annoying sibling?: .

Wood floors or carpet?: >> I do prefer wood although it has its downsides for sure.

Would you rather eat at the table or in your room?: >> What table? I do almost everything in my room, so.

A teacher says she’s noticed you’ve looked sad, do you confide in her?: .

Friend asks you to hide drugs, booze etc for them, do you do it?: >> I fail to even imagine how this situation would ever happen to me.

Would you rather have a gooey cinnamon bun or awesome cheesy pizza?: >> That would depend on what I'm in the mood for. (At this moment, I'm not hungry, so.)

Do you like the sound of birds singing when you wake up, or is it annoying?: >> I absolutely love it.

You fill your best friend’s Xmas stocking, what do you put in it?: . You fill your worst enemy’s stocking, what do you put in it?: . You fill your OWN stocking, what do you put in it?: . If someone gave you a kitten, would you keep it?: >> Absolutely not.

What’s your ideal activity for a rainy day?: .

Favorite type of cracker: >> I like pita crackers.

Banana sandwich..yum or yuck?: >> Yuck. I hate bananas. Animal you like to watch but sort of creeps you out: . Have you entered the Lays create a flavor contest?: >> I have not and I'm so glad that's not a thing anymore (or, at least, I haven't seen anything from it lately). Bagels or English Muffins?: >> Bagels.

Do you like or hate to buy new shoes?: >> Hate.

Do you keep your phone on you at all times or forget it a lot: >> It's always nearby, if not on my actual person.

Who is a family member you look forward to seeing on a holiday?: .

Are Easter baskets only for kids?: .

Do you do anything to recognize St Patrick’s Day?: >> I do not.

Do you think nutcracker figurines are creepy or cool?: >> They're neither. Sparrow and family are big into them and I just don't really get it.

Speaking of nuts, do you like them?: >> Some.

Favorite TV show as a kid: .

What do you do when you are nervous?: >> I'm not sure.

Is there a turntable and vinyl records in your house?: >> There is, in my room.

Does your family have an SUV or pick up truck?: .

Do you enjoy doing things outdoors?: >> Sure.

Do you like to daydream about sex?: >> Apparently. Which of your parents do you laugh more with?: .

Have you ever been to an open casket wake or funeral?: >> I have not.

Would you like to get married one day?: >> Well, I did, at any rate.

Who mows the lawn at your house?: . Where do you keep your phone at night?: >> In my bed somewhere.

Do you feel comfortable asking your parents or grandparents for money?: .

What’s the last thing you lost?: >> I don’t recall. If you could have your own car or an apartment, which would you choose?: >> Apartment, always. Have you ever experienced buyer’s remorse over an expensive purchase?: >> I've experienced buyer's anxiety, which is just what happens when you're permanently poor and every significant purchase feels like ripping your guts out.

Last time you hid, and why: .

How do you like your eggs?: >> Depends on the dish.

After a date, do you call your friend to tell them how it went?: . Favorite Mexican food?: >> Just going to say quesadillas because Sparrow made those last night so they're fresh in my mind.

Favorite thing to eat with a spoon?: >> Everything, man. Upcoming event you are dreading?: >> Building Sparrow's PC.

Best Happy Meal toy you ever got: .

Do you make lists?: >> I do.

Do you make pro/con lists before making a decision?: >> I do not.

Do you have a favorite pen? What kind?: >> The only pens I really use nowadays are the Pentel felt-tip ones.

What’s the best meal you cook?: . Do you do more surveys during the day or night?: >> I usually take them in the day. On lunch break, do you eat or do other things?: . Smoothies? Bubble tea? Fancy coffee? None of the above?: >> Bubble tea all day. But also fancy coffee -- just not all day, you know, because of the caffeine.

Do you like romantic gestures or do they make you feel awkward?: .

Five things you need to throw out: .

Do you like the toilet paper your family uses?: . Just shampoo, or shampoo + conditioner?: >> I use shampoo. Scariest driver you’ve ridden with: .

Have you/do you plan to go to college?: >> I do not plan on attending.

Do you write in cursive: >> I love writing in cursive.

#surveys #survey #random survey

[the-pen-is-mighty-and-so-are-you]

A trip to Kilimanjaro - from wp blog, 11/01/2020

Hello, visitor - long time no see, eh? I hope you had a nice break and a solid New Year's celebration. I did - I celebrated the first day of the new decade by climbing Arthur's Seat, eating Pizza Express and watching Little Women. An all round memorable date; a good start. Beginnings are as important as endings. So, of course, I start this year by being a week late with my blog.

Luckily for us, visitor, we can 'begin' whenever we wish, so don't worry too much if you feel like you got off on the wrong foot, like I did at the start of the academic year. I feel as though I have a second chance with this semester. I'm excited to make friends and try new things during refreshers week, and to just do more. I'm awake now, I know what I want, and now I'm going to do it.

That said, for now, let's enjoy a wee tea break. Want a biscuit? I'm afraid I've cheated on the Bourbons and bought Classic Caramel chocolate digestives instead. Oh, don't look at me like that - yes, I've eaten over half the packet already, but there were days when I would eat a whole packet in one day. Anyway, I'm going to be doing lots of dance classes in the next week, so I'm merely making sure I have enough carbohydrate stored for extra energy.

What did you do today? What, you thought I was going to launch into one of my café reviews? I've not done one in a while and you want to hear one, you say?

Well, if you insist. But first, allow me to elaborate on my day.

Speaking of beginnings, this Saturday started a little later than planned (remarkable parallels with my blog-writing frequency). You see, I'd stayed up until past half two, organising and writing lists and planning, spurred on by the mysterious energy a full moon always seems to give me. So, half ten, as I'd set my alarm to, simply wasn't happening.

But that's okay, I've learned to embrace my mistakes and imperfections, so I mentally told myself that I could not oversleep past one. This was a Good Idea - I capitalise the words to reminds myself to do this more in the future. Because it worked! I got up at half twelve, got dressed, made myself brunch, and put on a bold coating of blue eyeshadow because I felt like it. Feeling rather pleased with myself, and having indulged on a Netflix episode, I made my way to the library, spoon earrings swinging with each step.

Don't worry, visitor, it's not the plot twist you think it is - I haven't tricked you out of the café review you so thirst after. You see, I went to the library to Run an Errand, and it is best to Run an Errand before you do A Thing You Like, so as to feel satisfied and deserving when you do The Thing You Like, even if the Errand is miniscule and somewhat pleasant. In this case, I was requesting a replacement student card, which I'd lost (and to be honest I'm surprised it's the only thing I lost last semester, given my reputation).

Ten minutes and ten quid later, I meandered over to our review's destination, weaving in and out of charity shops on my way. It was an enjoyable walk, not least because many of the university students were not yet out of hibernation, but also because I genuinely love the area I live in. It felt good to be back. Back home. Or, back to a home. I seem to have quite a few these days.

I digress. Onto: Kilimanjaro Coffee.

Speaking of homes, a first impression of this café is homeliness, from the red bordering outside to the warm wooden floors and décor, cosy little booths within. I'd actually visited, undercover, on a previous occasion - but this time I came equipped with my laptop and notebooks, so I would actually have something to write about.

I ordered a pot of tea - back to the routine brew, since the season of pumpkin-spice-themed hot beverages has long been over. I was happy to see that the café was only half full, so I quickly settled in the first booth in the row. They're adorable, two-seater spaces, with a little square windows in the wooden divides containing a cacti plant each; more two-seater tables and chairs are on the opposite side, a narrow corridor between them and the booths. It was, dare I say, a perfect place for a writer, especially an introverted one. I felt cocooned and free to type away at my keyboard without feeling self-conscious of strangers, or, more stressfully, the staff watching.

After a phone call I found out my parents wished to join me. Thankfully, the furthest back booth was free, so I moved to there, thinking it would give us more space. While I waited I typed up to page 98 of the written version of my story, feeling very sophisticated with the two painted nails on either hand in view (I like having nice nails, but cannot be bothered with doing a whole set, so I compromised).

I stretched out drinking my pot of tea as long as I could to stay within my welcome as long as possible, downing the last cup when I saw my parents walk through the door. They ordered me a chai latte, which was delightful, and a consumable amount, not like the huge and sickly amount they give you in Costa. It was the right level of sweetness. We had a lovely conversation, the ambience from the lowkey music adding to the wonderful atmosphere. And on the way out, the barista kindly taught me the right temperature of milk to froth it to for coffee, which my work's training had failed to fill me in on. It's 60 degrees, for all types.

Gosh, I really think I fell in love with this café, visitor.

The only mildly amusing fault - if it even is a fault - is that the red paint on its outside blends in remarkably with the colour of the neighbouring British Heart Foundation, so for a long while I didn't even notice its existence, assuming it to be an extension of the charity shop (which, by the way, we visited after our drinks).

I really recommend this café to anyone who wants a cute and warm place to catch up with friends - or, indeed, type up the book they hope to someday publish. If you get the chance, visitor, you should join me, and we can type in silence together. Doesn't that sound wonderful?

If that means I'm silent too, you say? Excuse you, you who outright asked for this review, who basically told me to go on a lengthy monologue about a mundane but very pleasing Saturday. Do you even want another biscuit? You want the rating. Well, okay. Prepare yourself, you might faint at the outcome.

I give Kilimanjaro Coffee:

9/10 - and only because it is dangerous to give something your highest rating.

#i agree that Running An Errand before doing A Thing You Like is pro strats #i love my mums #i also love chai latte #cafe review #i forgot this was pre-pandemic and i was like wait what-