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imagineredwood · 4 years

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“You’ll always be mine. No matter what.”

Summary: Worried about what your future marriage holds and getting cold feet, you decide to pack up and leave while your fiance Miguel out. He comes home before you can get out though and when he realizes what you were planning, he’s not happy in the slightest.

Pairing: Dark-ish!Miguel Galindo x reader

Warnings: Rough sex, mouth fingering (Is that a thing? Is that what you call it?) gagging, choking, mild degradation, fear play but you’re actually lowkey scared just a little lmao. It is consensual and at no point is he forcing you/the reader but it is an aggressive encounter.

Word count: 2.2K

***No one asked for this but you’re getting it anyway 😂 Special shoutout to my wife @breanime for hyping me up to get this out there. I was also gonna do a face slapping scene but I just felt like I needed a different set up. Next time 👀 **

You hurriedly stuffed your things into your suitcase, shoving in whatever you felt was important and could not be left behind. You already had one suitcase packed and a large overnight bag stuffed as well. You knew that you needed to hurry, you only had about forty-five more minutes before your guard returned. The guard had been ordered to stay with you all the time. No matter what. Of course, when in the house, you were allowed to have your own space. He and the other guard did rounds around the home keeping a secure perimeter. The main guard had left on break already and now it was just you and the new one. You were sure you would be able to sway him. Miguel was going to be business meetings all day and after a particularly relaxing bath, you had come to terms with something.

You were going to leave.

You did not know if it was going to be permanent or just for a couple of days to gather your thoughts, but you knew you needed to get away. Miguel had proposed around three months ago and the first two had been perfect. It was as if gasoline had been added o the flame that the two of you had. You were always hungry for each other and Miguel was as dedicated and committed to your pleasure as he was to his cartel.

But the reality had started to set in quickly. Once you both had returned from your vacation where Miguel had proposed, it was back to the real world. You had grown even closer and Miguel was starting to let you in a little more each day. But the more he let you in, the more you started to read the writing on the wall.

The long nights where he came home late.

The days where you barely saw him as he was cooped up in his office.

The mornings where he couldn’t stay and eat breakfast with you because he had somewhere to be, so you ate them alone.

You started to see what your married life would entail. How lonely it might be. How you might end up spending more time with your guard than with your husband. That Marcus would probably see more of him that you would.

You saw yourself being lonely, and you were not sure if that was a life that you wanted. You would rather be lonely because you were single than lonely because you had an absent husband. So, with quick thinking you had asked the rookie guard to leave the house and pick up a dress that you had ordered. He had been hesitant, but you had promised him that you would stay inside with everything closed. He had agreed reluctantly and as soon as you knew he was gone, you had started to pack. You had purposefully given him an earlier time for the pick-up so the dress would not be ready. It would buy you just a little more time to hopefully make your escape. You still hurried though, zipping the suitcase closed.

As soon as you finished it, you stopped, ears perked up as you heard footsteps. You could hear the shoes coming up the steps and you cursed under your breath. They were Miguel’s shoes. You could clock that sound anywhere. He began calling to you as he came up coming closer and closer to the master bedroom.

“Mi amor? Where’s Ricardo? I haven’t seen him.”

You panicked, not knowing what to do. You would not be able to put everything away in time, not when he was already outside. You felt your blood run cold as Miguel showed up in the doorway, a smile on his face as he looked at you with adoration. He could see the fright on your face and knitted his brows before looking around the room. And he saw it then. Your essentials almost packed, his brain doing the math.

His smile was gone then as his eyes scanned the room, trying to convince himself that he was just mistaken. The worry on your face told him that he wasn’t though. You looked like a child who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar, except this was much more severe than just having dessert before dinner.

His entire aura changed, and the air went from loving and soft to tense and foreboding. Miguel stood straight then, pushing himself off the doorway and taking one slow step forward. Then another, his voice low and dangerous.

“Where are you going, mi vida?”

You weren’t used to the sound of venom dripping from those words. They were usually draped in tenderness. Now they felt constricting, like they were wrapping you in barbed wire, tighter and tighter with every step.

“Hmm? Were you going to take a vacation? Get away for a couple of days?”

Miguel continued to take slow, deliberate steps, his dark eyes staring unwaveringly into yours. Every move was calculated. He was building up the anticipation and your fear was doubling with each step. He made the rest of the way to you until he was standing before you, the toes of his perfectly shined shoes touching yours, his front pressed against yours. His teeth were clenched in his mouth, his jaw so tight it looked like it could shatter.

“Or were you going to leave me?”

His voice was a low rumble. No yelling, no booming baritone. Just a low, even, menacingly calm voice that had your heart thumping in your chest.

“I…”

Miguel nodded, reaching down to grab your left hand, bringing it up so he could gaze at the significant rock he had placed there.

“Yeah, you were, weren’t you? My fiancé, mi reina, my future wife. My soon to be other half. Planning to leave me while I was away. Planning to disappear without a trace right under my nose.”

He chuckled then but there was no humor, his voice even lower when he spoke again, a veiled threat lurking.

“You know I would’ve found you anyway. No matter where you went, what you did, I would’ve found you. There’s no hiding from me. I will always find who I’m looking for. You should know that querida.”

He brought your hand up to his mouth and kissed your knuckles gently as he chuckled again, sucking his teeth at you and shaking his head.

“So naïve. So foolish. Just a silly, stupid little girl. Aren’t you?”

He moved in a blur then, so fast you couldn’t keep up with what was happening. Before your brain could register, he had you spun around and slammed forward onto the top of the dresser, your ass propped high as you tried desperately to keep your tippy toes on the floor as he yanked your panties down to your knees, the fabric scraping your hip where it snagged.

“I’m sorry, Miguel.”

Your voice was urgent. Miguel loved you and you loved Miguel. You felt that you were high up on the list of those he would never dream of hurting. You felt he would never kill you, never ever, but your instincts were still trying to catch up to that idea. Miguel agreed from behind you, his hands bringing your arms to cross behind your back as he held you there. He latched his hands onto your wrists and held them together with one hand while the other traveled down to unbuckle his belt.

“Oh, I’m sure you are, mama.”

His voice was condescending while yours was pleading.

“I am, Miguel. I’m sorry. I was just-”

“Shut up.”

You listened and stayed quiet, watching him through the mirror in front of you as he freed himself from the confines of his Armani slacks. You couldn’t see him, your own body blocking the view, but the motion told you that he was stroking himself. You locked eyes with him through the mirror, your gaze pleading with him and begging for forgiveness. He leaned down, placing his mouth close to your ear as you felt the very tip of him starting to press at your opening, both making a shiver run down your spine.

“You’re not going anywhere. You’re mine, and I’m gonna make sure you understand that by the time I’m done with you.”

That was it and then he was standing, his hips pushing forward as he entered you swiftly. You were wet from the fear, though you would never admit it, so there was not much resistance. It still stung though, the stretch having you hissing and whimpering. Miguel only paused for a quick second before he was pounding into you, his hips slapping into your ass. He was not taking it easy on you, his thrusts hard and rough. Your body bounced with each thrust, your hips pressing painfully into the very edge of the dresser.

“Everything I do for you. All the ways I spoil you. How much I love you. None of that shit matters to you I guess.”

His thrusts grew more brutal as he continued with the sentence, riling himself up at the thought of you really leaving him without a word.

“I was scared.”

Your small, breathless voice made his hips stutter for a moment, not having expected that to be your response. He picked back up quickly though, his voice a growl.

“I’ll show you scared.”

In hindsight, maybe he would have listened and tried to soothe you if you had only sat down and talked to him. Asked him to hear your worries. To spend more time with you, try harder to be around more. You hadn’t given him that choice though. You had tried to take the choice away from him and you knew he deserved to be mad.

“I’m sorry, Miguel. I am.”

The cartel leader continued his punishing pace, his thick cock disappearing into you with each push of his hips.

“You fucking should be.”

“I am. I am. Please,”

You tried to sit up some, but he pushed you back down, your body trying again.

“Please, Miguel. Let me make it up to you.”

He paused for a moment and you could see the contemplation in his eyes as his chest heaved in both fury and exertion. You used the hesitation to stand back up straight on shaky legs and turn to face him slowly, bowing your head some and looking up at him through your lashes. You tried to make yourself look as submissive as possible, knowing what it would bring out of him.

“I’m sorry.”

His eyes were burning as they looked into yours.

“Get up there.”

He tapped the dresser and you hopped up, his hands grabbing your calves and pushing you up before spreading your legs and coming to stand between them. You looked down, trying to get a view as he pushed into you, but his hand grabbing your throat brought your attention back to him. His grip was firm, his fingers squeezing the sides of your neck as he pushed back into you and began pounding into you again. He kept his eyes on you, watching your face. As angry as he was, he would never want to truly hurt you. Roughing you up was a different thing though. He choked you harder, your vision swimming slightly.

You kept your eyes on him, trying to offer your apology through your gaze.

“You belong to me. You know that.”

You nodded as best as you could in his choke and he let go of your neck, opting to grab your chin in his hand and hold it firmly to keep your eyes on him.

“I know. I know. I’m all yours.”

Miguel sneered and gave a fake smile.

“Forgive me for not believing that.”

You gulped and tried to think of something to say but nothing came to mind. Nothing that would fix the current situation at least. So, you grabbed his hand and brought it to your mouth, taking his index and middle finger into your mouth, sucking on the digits. You felt him twitch within you and hoped that you were onto something. As Miguel’s hips slowed to a stop, you thought that you had, but as he reached up and placed his other hand on the back of your head, you realized you may have just set yourself up for more punishment.

And you were right.

With one hand holding your hair and keeping you in place, Miguel pushed his fingers even deeper into your mouth, deeper and deeper until you gagged. He pulled them back out smoothly but left them in your mouth as he hushed you.

“Shhh. Just take it. Show me that you’re sorry.”

You nodded and tried to relax as he pushed his fingers in again, his fingertips massaging your tongue as they went down your throat. You gagged again but he didn’t take them out this time, only pushing them down to his knuckles and keeping them there for a few seconds more before finally pulling them out to let you catch your breath. He watched as your eyes watered, tears gathering in your lashes, a thick line of saliva connecting from his fingers to your mouth.

He wasn’t nearly done with you though. He was going to ruin you for the rest of the night until you could barely walk, and every step reminded you of just who owned you. His anger seemed to have dissipated for the most part, now only an overwhelming need to conquer and possess you.

“You’ll always be mine. No matter what.”

You nodded and clenched your pussy around him, drawing a groan from the still well-dressed man. It may have seemed manipulative, but you were prepared to do whatever it took to get yourself off the hook. So, with a look of innocence, you kept your still watery eyes on him leaned back against the mirror slowly, pulling your legs up to spread your pussy for him.

“I’ll do anything.”

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yeeroadtogamedesigner · 3 years

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My first journey on becoming game designer...(Introduction to myself!)

Hi this is my first post in this Tumblr blog...

I made this blog in order to share what I’ve learned and to see my progress as I start my path as a game designer.....

As I just enroll myself into one of the game design university in Thailand. I think making blog will also indirectly make me see my own progress....Anyway I think the best introductory post would be.....to introduce myself, and why I decided to become a game designer!!!

So I was actually 23 years old now lmao...I am currently work part time as a private science tutor and only make a few bucks. Most people might be wondering why I enroll myself into a university at this age??? Well actually I used to study in University before and that doesn’t go very well at all....

About 7 years ago I was a dental students in one of Thailand’s university. As a dental students, it seems to be going well. But apparently after 5 years of study, I decided to drop out of the dental school due to depression.

The main reason why I decided to drop is because 1. I’m scared of the environment around me. and 2. I feel like I don’t belong in dental school. It feel like when I learn things there it was not because I really want to learn and use it...but instead feel more like learn it to impress others.

I’m very depressed when I quit dental school, in fact, I’ve become a NEET during my first 6 months after drop out. It feels like the dream that I was destined to be since I was a kid was shattered. My father is a dentist, my aunt is a dentist and even my 2 biological sisters are also dentist. If I want to be a part of the family.....I also need to be a dentist too right? at least thats what I think back then

Also it’s maybe my dad guidance as well that make me only wants to become dentist. I remember a few time I ask my dad about becoming a programmer, psychologist, prosecutor or even a manga artist. When I ask him if it’s ok if I become one he outright said it is a low wage job and you should consider to become something else. There is also time where my sister wants to become a fashion designer, she enrolled herself in art specialty during her high school....but when my dad was furious when he hear this and contact the school to move her to science specialties class.....as if this will also be my fate in the future.

In the end I’ve enrolled myself into dental school...

but now its all over.......

I’m no longer a DDS.....

My life was all about becoming dentist back then but now its all over...

It feel like I was stuck in limbo....

I’m not a dentist....then what should I be now.....

It take me about 2 years after dropping out to realise that I need to excavate the passion that I used to have in the past and see which one I can want to make a career out of.

First one that come to mind is psychology. I always interested in psychology during my time at school. But never really considered it as a serious career choice after my dad turn it down lol

Another one is manga artist. I always wanted to create my own fantasy world and share it with other. Also I love to entertain other people....In fact in primary school I would create several comics and paper games that my whole class would enjoy. But I’m not really good at drawing back then so I’ve never thinking about it seriously....however since I’m no longer a dental student this might be a time to do it?

But then the third choice comes into my mind....

The one that I have a hidden passion for....

The one that mix my love for psychology and my desired to entertain others...

The one that I really want to learn for my own sake and not others.....

Of course....that choice is GAME DESIGNER!!!!

I always love video game back when I was young. I even create a lot of paper game myself back in the day....I created it so much that I can make smash bros. style game using my other games character lol.

I love messing RPG Maker and Game Maker software when I was in secondary school. I also attend several Yugioh and Smash Bros. tournament when I was young.

The funny about all this is that I’ve done all of it while other family member doesn’t know about it lol.

Game and manga are actually prohibited in my house. If they knew that I play game they will punish me as if I was killing a person. So I usually do all this when I was outside the house or when I visited my grandpa place (in fact I kept all my game console there).

So I have a wrong feeling that games are a not something that I can make a living out of lol....but since I already quit my dental school...why not give something that I really passionate about a shot???

And that’s why I’ve decided to enrolled myself into game design school.

Also I don’t blame anyone for my traumatic past...

I don’t blame my dad....in fact, I feel thankful...all he did was for the best intention....and even if doesn’t go as planned, all that past experience built my identity and forge me into currently me that I’ve never imagined I could become

I don’t blame anyone in dental school....yes someone might outright bullied me and teacher also do everything to me for best intention. But it was all on me that I get scared from them.

And I don’t blame myself! Yes I feel like I’m pathetic back then but that was me then, not now. I was really immature in the past and haven’t learn about the world like I do now...so the understanding of social life is different. I believe if me right now get put into the same situation, I would be a dentist by now.

All the past 5 years of study in dental school is not a waste, its actually a life experience that no other can obtain...and hopefully one that I can share with others and the one that forge my identity even further.

Hopefully all these past will help me grow as a person....and a game designer!!!

Oh and also thanks for my 2 sisters who help me with university fee....they really give me a new life

This journey will probably be a great one for sure...a 24 years old me study with 17-18 years old students??? that kinda make me feel like reincarnated into another world lol.

Thank you for reading my introduction and my reasons of becoming a game designer!!! Hopefully you guys will follow on my journey as well.

The latter post will be about what I’ve learn from my study and sometimes just me ranting on my journey to game design.

Hope to see you again soon!

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bigskydreaming · 5 years

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Just wanted to thank people again for their reblogs and donations, I will never be able to describe how I feel about the support - both tangible and emotional - that people on here have given me over the past three months in particular. Especially now that I have a definitive diagnosis and course of treatment to aim for, and an optimistic timeline of maybe even having the surgery within the next few months, at least before the summer....it really just depends there on whether my insurance approves that expense or how much of it, etc.

I still definitely could use continued help, though I’m trying my best to not rely on it as much as possible. Its just...yeah. We’ve kinda hit the point where its really just not possible period for me to make it where I need to get to without support. The slight downside to all the positive stuff I mentioned above is I’m a very goal oriented person. And this has been a very long and constant ordeal for me, where its been nothing but seven days of constant stress and pain a week, not able to rest or relax or take a day off working or searching for work for literally months and months. The only way I’ve managed to keep going is by fixating on some nebulous future point I had to reach and kinda use that to drag myself forward day by day. Its not nebulous anymore. I have answers, I have concrete needs and timelines and all that. But that also means now I have a very clear awareness that I can not make it the rest of the way with just the resources I already have myself.

It’s like...desperation energy, that’s fueled me to get this far and last this long, but there’s a difference between desperation and futility, and motivating myself with the thought ‘just hang in there long enough to get answers and solutions and FIX things’, like, it did what it needed to do, getting me in sight of all that, but it took pretty much everything I’ve got to use all that to tread water, to just stay afloat to get to this point. There’s just not enough there to stretch that out to continuing to stay afloat WHILE doing three times as much work on TOP of that. I know my capabilities and have a lot of self-respect for them, but I also know my limits and I can’t afford to waste everything it took to get to this point just so I can pretend I’m capable of more than I am. Because that’s the other downside of being in sight of the finish line, but still having it far enough away its not anywhere you’re gonna reach in just a few more steps.....like, lmao, I’m fucking tired. I want to rest. And I’ve gotten just enough good news after nothing but years of new rock bottoms that my brain and my body are trying to take that as a sign that its okay for me to just collapse now and take a breather. But I can’t really. Because I’m still not actually there yet.

So on that note, putting the link to my paypal up here nearer to the top for a change, for people who don’t actually need my long-windedness, lol.

https://paypal.me/bigskydreaming?locale.x=en_US

And then on a related note, I just wanted to say again that I’m totally okay with and even eager for people to leave notes with their donation for any writing commission I can do in return. Again, this is totally MY issue, and not something I think should apply to all donation posts: expectations of a quid pro quo. People help out because they want to help out. As long as whatever information a donation post includes is sincere, however much or little that information is, I think that’s the only parameter that matters. People have different personal criteria for what motivates them to actually donate to a relative stranger on the internet. If someone donating to a person whose post is just a simple paragraph of need with no context for why or what their situation is, if that doesn’t make sense to you? It doesn’t have to. That’s not actually any kind of scam. Someone just wants to say, hey I need help and no, I don’t want to explain why? Sure, a lot of people might not feel inclined to donate but anyone who does, they’re not being scammed. Someone asked for x amount of help, someone else decided, hey I can provide this much help and I’m okay with doing that with no further context needed. The end.

Just wanted to clearly express my opinion there, before proceeding on: for ME, personally, I like a degree of quid pro quo for the help people give me, because that’s something that works for my situation. I don’t LIKE not being able to work as much as I want to, because thing is, I have been fortunate enough to make careers out of work that I actually enjoy. My income over the last ten years has almost completely stemmed from acting, writing and graphic design, all things I enjoy. LOL I rant endlessly about how much I hate capitalism, and its true....but I don’t hate doing things I love. Obviously for the past year I haven’t been able to do any acting jobs cuz of my health conditions, and my writing and graphic design work has been unreliable for the last several months for a variety of reasons.

The major way my health stuff (and related mental health stuff) has impacted me is not even with actual work, but finding new work. My headaches and chronic pain have lessened how many hours I’m able to be focused on work, but not so much that I can’t do what I need to get done when I have a clear objective and goal to focus on. It’s when that’s done and I have nothing else to work on and haven’t made the money I need yet. When I try to power through several hours a day of headaches/pain in search of new jobs as my lack of results amps up my stress and aggravates my health stuff even further....that’s what really makes days suck. And because of my mobility issues with vertigo and not being able to drive and all that, going out and getting a non-internet based job just flat out isn’t possible for me at the moment.

So I’m really starting to feel hopeful again that there actually IS an end point to all this and it might be soon even...and then I can get back to business as usual and build new client bases same as I did before, even get back to acting (omggggggg I miss it). But until that happens, as long as I still need to ask people for help and financial support, like, PLEASE do not feel like you’re imposing on me by suggesting something I can write in return, especially if you’re someone who’s been donating to me regularly. Or if you follow me in part because you enjoy my writing and my headcanons and fics and such. It’s not a chore, its something to do that I CAN do, that I LIKE doing, that I WANT to do. It actually helps make all of this more bearable, because like I said....writing and graphic design as my sources of income...they don’t feel like work. I ENJOY doing them. They actually get my mind off my issues, they give me a reason to get up in the morning, they make me feel productive, like I’m actually doing something with my life instead of just existing, and going through the motions day by day just to survive.

So if you make a donation and you can think of something you’d enjoy seeing from me, please don’t hesitate. All I ask is that you understand that I’m not in a place to make guarantees at the moment, but when and where I can devote my time and energy to a direction you’ve pointed me in with your donation, I’m happy to, and hopefully that might result in something sooner rather than later. And eventually, if all goes well, I will get to a point (quite honestly a better place than I’ve been physically AND mentally in years) where I CAN be better about staying true to my intentions.

For now, just a rundown of things I have been writing for people who did make requests (though most of them are friends whose names I recognized and I hunted down and badgered into telling me what they’d like so I could do this, lmao. There were definite GDI WHAT DOES IT TAKE FOR ME TO MAKE YOU TELL ME WHAT I CAN DO FOR YOU convos being had, lolol I’m such a well adjusted person, honestly how do I stand it, science may never know).

Anyway, for anyone interested, the current slate of ‘commissions’ I’ve been working on, just so there’s no need to make a duplicate request:

Lightning Crashes Update - LOL a long awaited update to that beast. Its a 3 POV chapter, Kira, Liam and then Allison, and came out to around 10K. It’s done and just needs a final read through and polish, which I’ll do literally as soon as I manage to finish paying my insurance for the month and get caught up with what I owe my motel. Which means in the next couple of days for sure, if for no other reason then I like....have to make sure to pay those things by then one way or another lmao. But point being, for anyone still invested in that fic or interested in reading more, since its been so long and you’ll probably have to reread the existing chapters to refresh your memory, I think its pretty safe to go ahead and do that whenever, and the new chapter will happen somewhere in the next few days.

As to the rest of the fic after that - this is one of three fanfics that I’ve always sworn I really want to finish someday no matter what, and that remains true. The clusterfuck TW fandom became for me really hurt my ability to write that story the way I originally wanted to, mostly because I didn’t want my resentment of Stiles to affect how I wrote his necessary part of the plot, and by the time there was enough emotional distance between me and the show/fandom to write it again, like....all this happened, lol. So I do think once my health issues are resolved and I’m settled in an actual permanent place, I’ll FINALLY be able to resume it. There’s like, a couple hundred thousand words worth of unposted story already written there, lmao, its just I outline and then write nonlinearly, so most of all that just doesn’t work without me finally writing the bridge chapters that pull it all together.

Born Under a Bad Sign Update - Same thing pretty much, as this is one of the other Big Three fics I’ve always wanted to finish. Largely because its got a sequel that’s already written in full, lmao. The sequel is my YJ version of Under the Red Hood, but builds on the plotline I always had in mind for BUABS. The sequel was just easier for me to write first because it wasn’t as personal. BUABS doesn’t have as much pre-written as LC, but its not nearly as long either, and it has always been totally outlined and with a lot of dialogue for later chapters pre-written. Anyway, this is what I’d like to post after the LC update. It’s not finished, but its also not as long as the LC one. It’s a Roy chapter, and doesn’t have a time break but while writing it I’ve split it into two parts just for my own purposes. The first is Roy and Ollie confronting Catalina, the second is Roy and Ollie talking about their own shit in light of that. For this one, the first part is written, the second has the dialogue written but the rest needs fleshing out. It wont take that long to finish, its really just a day or at most two days of writing. When that’s done just depends on when I can next devote time to it.

Untitled X-Men One Shot - Someone asked if I’d write something about Scott and Bobby’s friendship and some kind of reunion between them after Scott’s return from the dead. I will of course be ignoring AoX completely, lmao. This one’s mostly done, its like 10K lmao (look those two had a LOT to talk about okay), but the last couple thousand words of that is all just dialogue I needed to get down before I had to focus on other stuff. So everything I need is all there, I just need to return to it to finish fleshing out the last quarter or so of it.

Untitled Dick and Jason One Shot - Someone else asked me to write something with just Dick and Jason interacting, set in the comic book universe. I’m going with a blend of pre-nu52 and a little bit of nu52 for the setting, pretty much ignoring Rebirth etc, because a) I think the Rebirth reboot mostly sucked and b) I really don’t know much about post Rebirth continuity cuz I’ve read so little of it cuz what I have read I think mostly sucks. This one is basically Dick and Jason finally airing out their shit and all the things I’ve long wanted them to say to each other and know about each other, so they can try and build an actual functioning relationship as brothers. Its got all the dialogue written, but not much else. The dialogue’s really the only framework I need to build a one-shot, so it won’t be hard to write around it, its again just more about when and where I get the time to do that. It will be Jason POV, as in canon its usually Dick reaching out (to whatever degree) and Jason not trusting his sincerity. So the angle I’m going with is this one shot’s about Jason realizing he doesn’t know his brother as well as he thought, and that if he’s always trying to get the family to accept he’s not the same person he was before, like....the same can be true for Dick. Neither of them are the people they were back then, so the reasons they weren’t close aren’t actually reasons they can’t be close now. And what Jason thinks are Dick’s issue with him might not actually be what Dick actually has a problem with.

Original Superhero Novella - This is likely the last of these things to be finished as its the longest and thus more on the backburner, like just writing 1 or 2K at a time on it. This one’s the request of a friend who knows enough about my original superhero universe (I call it the Ellis Eighteen universe) to know who she wanted to read about specifically. Which - not surprisingly, given that Batfamily is one of our shared fandoms - is my version of a Batfamily. Only not really, because lol I don’t like being derivative or writing analogs of existing characters aka I must be the specialest snowflake ever. So its more like I was like ugh I love the Batfamily but hate how rarely DC lets them like, GET ALONG, oh hey, I’m gonna shove all my resentment from that into making up my own dysfunctional blended family of superheroes who actually love each other even if they’re bad at saying so. Plus superpowers.

So their concept is there’s a C-List supervillain named Murphy, as in Murphy’s Law. He has low grade probability powers. Basically he makes it so anything that can go wrong will go wrong in a designated area. He doesn’t have any control over how that manifests, but he’s great for diversions, so he gets hired for a heist by some big name supervillains to just create mayhem while they do the actual work elsewhere. Except Murphy discovers the corporation they’re stealing from donates a lot to children’s charities and is heavily involved with ‘supporting’ the foster care system...as a means to seek out superpowered children who end up in the system, and exploit them for their powers. And while looking for the best place/way to make a diversion, Murphy stumbles across evidence of this, as well as four boys on site in advance of them being sent to a home specially intended to raise the boys to feel indebted to their benefactors and eager to do whatever they want them to.

Which doesn’t work for Murphy at all, because he’s not so much a bad guy as someone who ended up a criminal due to circumstances and desperation and from there just never found a reason to stop. This though, he’s not okay looking the other way, so he says screw this company and screw the guys who hired me, and he breaks out the boys and they go on the run, keeping anyone from getting their hands on them and moving from place to place while he tries to provide as much stability as he can, let them grow up and decide for themselves what they want to be.

Eventually though, the two oldest, Misfire and Crossfire (I call them the Fire brothers because even though they’re all biologically unrelated, they each have powers that lend themselves to picking the codenames Misfire, Crossfire, Ceasefire and Backfire). So anyway, after a couple years of this, Misfire and Crossfire end up sneaking out to be vigilantes. And Murphy catches them of course and is like wtf are you thinking, do you know how dangerous that is? What if you get hurt? What if they (asshole corporation) find you?

Only it turns out, they just wanted to be like their dad. Which Murphy doesn’t really know what to do with, cuz he never talks about his past with the boys. Because he’s ashamed of it, doesn’t want them to think of him as a villain. Which they don’t of course. He’s the one who rescued them, who gave up whatever his life was before to make it all about protecting them and always doing what was best for them. To the boys, Murphy’s always been their personal hero, so they kind of took it for granted....that’s what he was. Murphy was never a big name player, and they’ve always assumed that he was just some masked hero or vigilante who retired when he took them in so his old enemies wouldn’t come after them too.

So basically its a found/adopted family where the boys grow up to be heroes, thanks to the values and role model their father provided without ever having a clue how they really saw him, due to his own insecurities. And then it backdoors into Murphy eventually becoming a hero as well as its the only way he knows to keep making sure he’s there to look out for them, as well as like....he’s inspired by his kids, who in turn were inspired by him. He wants to be the man they see him as, live up to that image of him, not realizing that like, he always already was that man. That image of him is based on his actions, the way he raised them. So in reality, its not even that he’s inspired to heroism by the example his kids set, its more a gradual embrace of the role he’d always played for as long as they knew him, no matter how he personally had seen it (and himself).

And because I’m me, they end up making it the family business, with the older two boys and their dad working together to expose and topple companies engaged in exploitative practices, while the younger two ignore all orders to stay home and always stow away to make sure they’re part of the action. Like.....its the Batfamily with superpowers meets Leverage, if the Robins came first and Bruce only became Batman to be their partner and have their backs. And also he used to be a crook which is still way better than a billionaire. So, that’s that on that.

So that’s the slowest of the current slate, its at about 18K of a projected 30K, with this particular story being set after Murphy and the two oldest are already established as vigilantes. Murphy’s in his forties, Misfire’s 21, Crossfire’s 18, Ceasefire’s 16 and Backfire’s 14.

I’m open to writing pretty much anything I’ve ever talked about fandom wise, and that you know is something I’m familiar with. If for whatever reason a request is something I’m not open to writing or I’m not familiar enough with to write, I’ll just make a post about it and you can hop on anon and either clarify or ask for something else. And its okay to ask on anon ahead of time if I’d be open to something.

Anyway, on that note, I’m all done here, thanks again for everything!!!

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Update 2021?

Hi! Idk when was the last time I wrote something personal here, but here I go because a LOT has happened and also I've been wanting to write for a while but didn't find the time or whatever. So, it's 2021, I'm turning 29 this year, I've been working from home for over a year thanks to COVID-19 and I recently got married to the love of my life (cliche but it's the truth lol) Anyway. Originally my wedding was scheduled to be in 2020 but shit happens and all of our plans went to waste and I had to re-schedule several times in hopes of the pandemic getting better. Turns out it's gotten a biiiiiit better, at least where I live, so I was able to celebrate my civil* wedding a few weeks ago :) and hopefully we will be able to celebrate the big (religious) one in October this year... let's see how it goes. It's weird to be married (partially, I guess you could say), considering I'm still living with my parents and he is too, because the apartment got delayed as well due to the pandemic. Maybe it will feel more real once we move in together, which honestly is everything I'm longing for right now, like... ever since we started dating it's something I have imagined so many times. Hopefully we will do that soon, let's cross our fingers that the apartment doesn't get delayed again. On that note, we've been dating for 8 years and almost 7 months, engaged for almost 4 years and married* by law for about...2 weeks? Time is crazy. A few moments ago I stumbled upon some records of our MSN chats from 2012, it's so funny and nostalgic to read how we talked to each other back then, and the first time he told me he liked me and all that stuff. Somehow feels like it happened yesterday but also at the same time it's that nostalgic feeling anyways. We've come so far since then... many ups and downs, more ups than downs I must say, but the downs have been... tough (for me and because of me). I'm grateful for what we've built together so far and can't wait to see what we will accomplish in the future together (literally). I'm also meditating a lot on it tonight because idk, randomly I found old blogs from people I was friends or had some kind of relationship with back in the day (2008-2009) and y'all... everything is so... weird. Like, reading their posts brought me back to that time and it's such a weird feeling. I'm glad I got out of both situations, my younger self maybe was insecure about a lot of things but she knew what was wrong and what was not and took action on it. And it just made me realize for the nth time that, it's such a different feeling and it's so obvious when you meet the right person for you. I felt it from the first time we met in 2012 and I still feel it everyday. We may have our differences, arguments, maybe misunderstandings, but when the person is the right one, those are minimum in comparison to all of the nice and warm feelings he makes me feel, and all of the precious moments we share together. I don't know if it was destiny, life or God that put him in my life but I will be forever grateful for it. It's probably top 3 best things that have ever happened to me in my life. On another note; like I said I've been working from home for over a year. It's been quite theg experience, I hope we could stay forever like this lmao but sometimes I do miss the working at office experience. It's been a challenge though dealing with some things from work, like my superiors and some new tasks, and overall I've been feeling overwhelmed, a lot. But the good news is that over the course of 2020 I think I found what direction I wanna take my career path to - which is amazing honestly given that I didn't know 9 years ago what I wanted to do for a living - but I'm so scared and anxious about taking action on it because I don't know if I will have the commitment: online learning is tough... for me at least. Regardless... at least I got an epiphany on what I want to do. That's already a big improvement on my side, to be honest. Anyway, that's mostly everything going on in my life right now. I kinda needed to write it out, I've been

procrastinating it for a long while now. Hopefully next time I write on here things are better, pandemic related, and I got to do the things I need to do without having a mental breakdown. Thanks for reading!

#vessaplz

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1-92?!

Alright sorry for taking forever but here ya go:

1. How many bruises on you right now? Not as many as usual. I always seem to have multiple bruises on my legs 2. You talked to an ex today, correct? Correct 3. Have you stayed in a hospital? Too many times 4. Is trust a big issue for you? I don’t put much trust in anybody so I guess that means it’s an issue?5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? Does my dog count6. What are you excited for? Turning 21 next month7. What happened tonight? I snuggled with my son and didn’t want to put him to bed bc he was being so cute and cracking us both up8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? No?? I’d be the last person to judge ppl for excessive drinking lol9. Is confidence cute? Cute is an odd word for that but sure10. What is the last beverage you had? Water with ACV11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? Nobody lmfao men r trash12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? Several but I can’t stand wearing anything other than sweats or leggings13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?Nothing special 14. What are you going to spend money on next? Probably cigarettes 15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? “Going out” lol this isn’t 7th grade but no I’m not in like a ~legit~ relationship 16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? Of course. Probably not for the better tho :)17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? Nobody, not even myself!18. The last time you felt broken? Shit when’s the last time I DIDNT feel fucking broken19. Have you had a soft drink today?No20. Are you starting to realize anything?I’m realizing that if shit in my life doesn’t change drastically soon, I’m not gonna make it21. Are you in a good mood? I’m sober so that would be a big NO22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? Fuck yeah hopefully they would eat me as a snack that would be so cute23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? Yes (hazel)24. What do you want right this second? I want to be in the woods with a rack of beer n some deer25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? “Nice how was it”26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? Yes27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? I don’t think I’d be able to date anyone in general28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? My sister told me about a podcast she was listening to about a girl who had period sex and afterwards the sheets were covered in blood so while the dude was in the bathroom she shoved them in her backpack and RAN OUT but then at the subway station some cops were doing bag searches and she ended up going back to the guys house WITH the cops to assure them she didn’t commit murder or something LMAO29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? Not really30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? No31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? Nope32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? Idk33. Are you one of those people who never drinks water? YES lmao I only drink hella water the day after getting fucked up34. Listening to? My sister watching Jane the Virgin35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? Ew no36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? Yeah37. Do you believe in love at first sight? Well yeah like when my son had just popped out and we immediately looked at each other..that’s the realest love at first sight I know of38. Who did you last call? My sons dad39. Who was the last person you danced with? My kid40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? Why not yo41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? A couple weeks ago I made vegan carrot cake cupcakes and they were goooood42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? Noo43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? My existence is embarrassing so I mean probably 44. Do you tan? Not even a little45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? Nah46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? No47. Who was the last person to call you? My therapist48. Do you sing in the shower? Yes49. Do you dance in the car? No 50. Ever used a bow and arrow? Yes 51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? My senior photos like 3 years ago52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? The cheesiest. I hate them53. Is Christmas stressful? All holidays stress me out 54. Ever eat a pierogi? Yeah55. Favorite type of fruit pie? Apple56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Teacher or veterinarian 57. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Often 59. Take a vitamin daily? Vitamin D 60. Wear slippers? No61. Wear a bath robe? No those are so weird to me62. What do you wear to bed? A T-shirt and sweats63. First concert? Lady Gaga Born This Way Ball64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Target WhaT the hEck65. Nike or Adidas? Neither66. Cheetos Or Fritos? Fritos67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Peanuts68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? Who?69. Ever take dance lessons? My mom tried to put me in a hip hop dance class and I panicked the first day because I didn’t want to do it and she was forcing me and she got mad haha so no70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? I will not have a future spouse71. Can you curl your tongue? Yes72. Ever won a spelling bee? No73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Yes, when I got a Lady Gaga CD for my 14th birthday and when my son was born74. What is your favorite book? “She’s Come Undone” by Wally Lamb75. Do you study better with or without music? Without76. Regularly burn incense? No77. Ever been in love? Yes78. Who would you like to see in concert? Radiohead79. What was the last concert you saw? Kimya Dawson I think80. Hot tea or cold tea? Both81. Tea or coffee? Coffee 82. Favorite type of cookie? Any as long as they’re vegan83. Can you swim well? No84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Yes85. Are you patient? Depends on what it’s for86. DJ or band, at a wedding? DJ87. Ever won a contest? When I was like 8 I did a fundraiser and won a bike and when I was in treatment 3 years ago I whooped ass in a Rock Paper Scissors contest it was iconic88. Ever have plastic surgery? No89. Which are better black or green olives? The big green ones with garlic stuffed in them oooooo90. Opinions on marriage? Dumb. But it works for some ppl so hey91. Best room for a fireplace? Living room or basement 92. Do you want to get married? Fuck naw

#ask #anon

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