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seiwas · 4 months
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when all the ideas come to you faster than you can type but you have to get it down so the doc now looks like chunks of red paragraphs barely cohesive and without punctuation but the Thoughts are there and that’s what matters 🥲
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heartofwritiing · 9 months
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Rest Easy
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paring: musicianbur x fem!reader
summary: Wilbur overworks himself which results in him falling asleep in your lap in the studio. based on one of an idea I had from this
authors note: I was feeling a little bummed so I wanted to write something quick and fluffy I hope you guys like it!
warnings: fluff, one swear, unedited, and not proofread, please ignore any mistakes!
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The text you got from Wilbur when you were on your way to your apartment was short but sweet.
-Gonna be home later than usual, working on a bug in the studio with a particular song. don't wait up for me if you’re hungry love you <3
It was only around 6:45pm which was a bit late for him work wise. So, since you were close by anyways, and your stomach was growling to eat something, you headed straight for the studio a few blocks away. Making a small stop at the sandwich place on the way he always raved about.
You knew his order by hear so you didn’t bother messaging him, plus you wanted to surprise him.
Arriving at the studio you entered the control room, noticing the red light was on indicating the band was recording. You quietly shut the door behind you, and John-their music producer- swiveled around in his chair to give you a small wave. Everyone else you could see through the glass window in the recording room was chilling with their respective instruments as you guessed, waiting for instructions.
You could hear a backing track of guitars and drums play through the speakers, as the warm baritone voice of your boyfriend mixed in with the instrumentals lulled you into a state of comfort.
"Fuck," he swore through the mic when he messed up a line. It echoed through the speakers reverberating off the walls. He just wanted to get this last bit right and then they would be done. You couldn’t help the giggle you let out at his minor outburst of annoyance. you swore you thought he could hear you through the padded walls because his eye line met yours through the window, a look of surprise crossed his face. Lifting your hand that held the bag of food with a wave, his eyes lit up with alleviation and gratitude, he motioned for you to come in.
You somehow maneuvered your way passed all the wires and various equipment strew all over the studio without tripping. Wilbur Pulls you into and bone crushing hug after a few hours of separation he couldn’t wait to get his arms around you.
“You didn’t have to bring me food,” he says pulling back, giving your cheek a quick peck.
You give him a frowned look. “who said it was food for you, smart guy?” Jokingly of course.
Wilbur just deadpans.
“Come on, you went to my favorite sandwich place,” Wilbur lifted your arm still holding the take away bag to prove a point. He saw the logo of the shop on the front. “walked two blocks just to bring it to where I am.”
Damn, he caught right on to your ruse. You rolled your eyes playfully and threw up your metaphorical flag in defeat.
“okay, fine you caught me, I thought id be nice and bring you something to make sure you don’t starve, especially after such a long day, sue me.” You stepped closer once again to give a kiss to his lips.
Wilbur hummed in appreciation before leaning in.
“and that is why I love you,”
“because I bring you food?”
“precisely my love,”
Joe who was scrolling through instagram on the loveseat against the wall was listening to the whole exchange with a smirk pulling at his lips until he spoke up.
“You two are disgustingly cute,”
You pulled away from Wilburs lips reluctantly and turned your head to the amused Joe, who you didn’t even know was still here.
“we try our best,” you shrug.
You trudge over to where Joe was sitting and plop down beside him while Wilbur gets back to work to finish up this last line. Not knowing he was gonna be here you didn’t think about getting Joe something but he waved you off saying he would get something afterwards.
Watching Wilbur sing into the mic was a whole thing. He seemed so lost in his words when he sang, concentration purely written across his face as his throat muscles bob with each note. You thought he constantly so good but today he just looked so damn good. His hair was fluffed in a particular direction, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose and his eye brows scrunched as he pressed his full lip’s against the pop filter.
You felt so dumb at the jealousy of an inanimate object surging through you as you watched him wet his lips with his tongue and they brushed the mesh.
He must’ve felt eyes staring at the side of his head because, he turns his head in your direction with a smirk and that glint in his eye that makes your body heat. He sends you a wink as he finishes a word, then quickly puts his attention back forward.
Happily, about a few minutes later, Wilbur came to sit next to you, munching away at his sandwich. You both chatted away about your day eventually he had to get back to finish up the recording.
About half an hour later you were both still in the studio. Joe had already left but Wilbur was adamant to get this last track perfect.
"Wil, honey?" you called out, he lifts one headphone and he raises his eyebrows at you.
"I think you should rest, just for tonight, you've done so much and you looked exhausted, and it's getting really late we should head home." concern laced your voice and made him consider stopping for a moment.
You had checked the time once again peering at your phone and saw the time read: 1:33 am. But you knew him too well.
It wasn't fair of him to keep you here all night. You had work in the morning as well. Wilbur felt the guilt gnawing at his chest, the yawn in his voice telling him to rest. rest. rest.
"I'm sorry love, just two more lines and I promise, I'll be done.
He walked over to you and placed a kiss on your forehead quickly before turning back around again.
You always loved Wilbur's determination, but he sometimes could overwork himself to the point of exhaustion. Noticing the growing bags under his eyes and the grogginess increasing in his voice every day, you knew he was over-working himself. Non-stop for the past five days. The new Lovejoy ep was causing him so much stress, he put too much pressure on himself, which worried you immensely. He would go to the studio early in the morning, get home late, fall into bed next to you, get up the next day, and do it all over again. He was tiring himself out more than usual and it wasn't good for him.
You scrolled through your phone absentmindedly in the same spot, fighting off sleep. In your peripheral vision, Wilbur stood in front of you startling your occupied brain. He moved when you noticed him and he laid his head down in your lap, his long legs dangled over the arm of the couch before you could say anything.
Wilbur buried his face in your tummy as his hand snaked around your waist so he could cuddle into you further. It was an odd position he was in, but he seemed cozy.
"you tired?" you tilted your head, running your hands through his messy brown locks. Wilbur hummed at your touch and nodded in response.
"I'm sorry, I should have listened to you," he mumbles into your shirt.
Sometimes you hated his stubbornness, but you loved him so that made up for it.
Not even a minute passed and Wilbur was already softly snoring in your lap like a tired cat. You giggled at your boyfriend and admire his calm features, running the pad of your pinky down the bridge of his adorable nose and watching as he twitched at the contact. A faint smile spread on his lips. He looked too peaceful, so for now, you'd let him sleep. You were happy he was finally getting some well-deserved rest anyways.
"Rest easy, my love."
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spicywhenspeaking · 3 months
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a quick unedited something for @madomens on this bright and sunny Tuesday morning !
Based on her Hired To Kill Ruffilo Moodboard here
Case log: day 3, 07:00
Subject is still asleep. Didn’t get home until late last night. While in pursuit last night he stopped for an ice cream….idiot….
Case log: day 5, 10:34
Subject has left his home. Stopped for coffee and went to a cat cafe. Why am I killing this guy? He seems harmless. Reaching out to contractors today to increase payment…innocents cost extra.
Case log: day 6, 17:46
Subject is the most accident prone person I’ve ever seen. Almost got hit by a bus…twice. I’ve found out the identities of my contractors. Rival band to my target. I’m conflicted, since listening to more of my target’s band I’m unsure if I want to end his career so soon. Continuing in pursuit for now.
Case log: day 8, 09:68
I have killed over 200 targets. I shouldn’t be so hesitant. Kill and take the checks that’s my job. Why is it so hard to kill this guy? Is it his soulful eyes, the kindness in his smile? The way the sunlight shines against his hair….get it together. You are an assassin. It’s what you were made to be…..but could I ever be more. With him?
Case log: day 13, 23:07
The target is gone. I cannot find him anywhere. It’s like he vanished. I can’t see any movement in the home but his car is still parked in front
*tap* *tap* The window of my stealth bus is lightly tapped on. It has decals to make it look like an ordinary plumbing van. I stop moving and try to be as still as possible so the person knocking just goes away and thinks the car is empty.
“I know you’re in there” my eyes bulge when I hear the voice that says it. It’s him. Nicholas Ruffilo, the man you’ve been hired to kill but haven’t yet. You’ve been putting it off, everyday thinking the next will be the one.
“My friend said he noticed I was being followed. That’s you right?” He asks and I’m for the first time in years frozen and unsure what to do next. Should have known that fucker Noah would have said something. I ran into him one time, I was distracted. Stupid Nicholas and his stupid beautiful face. I reach for my gun, the silencer is already attached. All I have to do is open the door and take the shot and the money is mine. It’s that simple.
“Who are you?” He asks again.
“I have to do something first” I yell through the closed doors and jump into the driver's seat. Throwing the car into drive and taking off. “Wait! I just want to talk!” He yells after the car, but I’m gone. I have to do something before I can talk to him. You either finish the mission or change the mission. You never fail.
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Case log: day 15 03:07
Targets deceased. Staged as a murder, suicide. Ah, people just crave success and it just drives them crazy….so it seems. How nice of them to have left me the payment before their grizzly end.
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*knock* knock* my fist raps against his large oak door. It opens slightly and he has a look of surprise and fear when he sees me. “You’re here to kill me. Aren’t you?” He asks and I chuckle lightly. “Is that how you always answer your door when a woman shows up at your house?” I ask.
“Well, when it's the woman who was hired to kill me I do.”
Nodding my head I’m inclined to agree with his actions, “that’s fair. I was hired to kill you, but, I changed my mind.” His eyes widen in surprise , “what? Why?” He stammers. “You’re allowed to just change your mine?”
I laugh again, “I’m allowed to do whatever I want. I killed the guys that wanted you dead instead, got the money anyway, figured the least I could do is take you out? Maybe for dinner? Tonight?” I ask and his eyes widen again, I didn’t think someone could look so surprised and so cute at the same time.
“You’re asking me out? On a date?” The shock in his voice is evident. “Why?” He asks.
“I think you’re cute, and you seem like a nice guy. What do you say?”
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Case log: day 1461 19:16
Subjects are driving me crazy. They’ve finally gone to bed and I can shut my eyes until I take over watch again at day break. This last week has been exhausting, I’m on location in the tropics and these subjects are running me ragged, trying to keep up with them is not easy work.
“Are you writing in your log book about the kids like they’re targets you’re after? Again?” Nicholas asks from behind me. “Nooooooo” my lying has gotten worse with age and since giving up my old gig I haven’t needed it as much.
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Rereading I did notice some weird POV stuff but I am TIRED and didn’t have the energy to fix it 😅
Anywhooooo love youuuu
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lilybug-02 · 1 year
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“The Chara Timeline” Comic- Future Plans:
Since I’m a busy person and it takes me a while to make comic art here’s some information on how the comic is going!
Big Edits:
Next Parts (15-17):
The Next few Parts are being worked on all-together to make it more cohesive. 28 pages currently planned and choreographed, with 20 of the pages very well laid out- ready to draw and finish.
Next Weird Route (4-6?):
It’s mostly planned and drawn as well. (Though the ending needs much work). The only real challenge I have here is waiting until I have my regular route darkworld mostly finished. For my own continuity sake and I don’t like spoiling surprises ;)
Mostly Unedited Commentary:
For the mainline comic there will be about 12 more Parts planned for the end of the arc. And there are about 2-4 more Parts planned for the weird route (these are both subject to change due to my own incompetence, but this is were it relatively stands).
This comic does have a planned ending! I’ve had an end goal in mind for months, so its not something that’s going to come out of nowhere (I hope :P praying it feels organic). I’ve been on the fence on wether I want to continue the comic after my ending, but for now I don’t want to dwell on it too much. I’ll be more open to it when I finish. The most I would do is probably 1-2 extra pages or just a written epilogue. I want to take a nice break after I finish :)
It’s taken me longer than I imagined to get myself to this point in the comic’s story. I have a feeling these next few parts may take me about another 6 months or longer to finish it off. But I mean…. I am a college student and I need to do better for myself than just work all day on comic design. My future career plans have nothing to do with art, THIS IS A HOBBY, so it’s important I take long breaks in-between drawing to keep my sanity. ❤️
But despite the wait, I’m still excited for the rest of the story. I mean this is a passion project and it’s important to me to finish off strong. I’m glad so may of you also love the story and art.
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beetlesau · 1 year
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Chapter 8, long overdue and unedited.
apologiessss.
"It's a flower," you stated matter-of-factly. You were sat in the middle of an empty parking lot, picking at the weeds that grew between the old cracked pavement.  
"I know what a flower is, dummy." Bakugo scoffed as he threw the small bloomed weed at your head. He stood and dusted his pants off before holding out a hand to help you stand as well. 
"Well, you're looking at it like it's foreign to that brain of yours." you followed his lead, but in protest refused the helping hand.
"What is your favorite?" he barked suddenly, eyes boring into yours.
"Wh-what?", the aggression of such a simple question threw you off, "My favorite flower? I don't know if I have one... Actually, does cactus count? Wait, no. I mean they do flower, but--"
"Nevermind." he rolled his eyes. 
"So rude! I guess the Violet? Simple, colorful, smells decent." 
"Okay." 
"Nice conversation, Bakugo. Can we go back noooow?" you moved anxiously to face the direction of his old neighborhood. 
"No," he grumbled. "All day in the cold house and got sick from it." he grabbed the back of your shirt to hold you from stepping further away. 
"I didn't get sick! I just couldn't feel my fingers after a while. Besides, we got the house cleaned and prepped, right? Worth it?"
Bakugo grunted in disapproval. 
It had been at least a month since that night he shared the sadness he held over his mother. Since then, a lot has happened. He helped you set up a perimeter of fencing, wrapping a few houses with the least amount of damage to them. Cleaning out each one, making sure the floors were stable, and the beds were in decent shape. The cabinets were filled with cans of food you'd collected on long tiring trips back and forth with a tin wagon. Not that the Dead had any interest in eating at this point still, but you were determined to be prepped for anything. 
You and Bakugo had just finished setting up an additional house the day before. He noticed you were getting a bit sluggish and pale. The last straw was when he saw you shivering when you thought he wasn't looking. He kicked you out of the house and now today refused to let you anywhere near the project houses. 
The houses were for the Dead. It was your idea that the best way to help them was to give them what they no longer had. A home. A reason to feel alive again. 
You did your best, often overexerting yourself, until he pulled you back each time, forcing you to give him some of this responsibility. 
You had your own house set up, although outside the perimeter. You'd decided living in an apartment with a large hole in the side of it was not as cool as it seemed. It took a good three days to move all of your trinkets and junk.
Bakugo insisted you be outside the fence, safe from the Dead, but still within his bedroom window's view, under his watchful, annoying, borderline obsessive, protection. 
You knew it was for your safety, but you could see all the changes going through the eyes of your new friends. 
You chose the Dead that were all trapped on the bridge to start with. Your long-standing self-appointed friends. After the task of getting them from point A to point B, Bakugo led them inside the new gated community. Alone with you, they were unresponsive, still seeing everything through hungry eyes. But, with Bakugo by your side, they seemed to just... sense something. You couldn't tell if it was... fear? of the absolute death glare, he'd give them if they even so much as looked at you with mouth agape. Or maybe it was the way he stood by you. He was not a weak-bodied Dead, nor weak-minded. You wondered if they could feel the strength that emanated from him. You noticed it more and more every day since enacting your rehabilitation plans.  
He was kind of... amazing. 
And caring.
And as he learned to talk again, you understood him in more ways than just language. 
On more than one occasion, you found yourself staring at him. Which seldom went unnoticed by the firey blonde, considering he was staring right back. 
It was impossible for even the longest Dead to not notice that kind of connection, it would seem. 
You'd never been so impatient about anything in your life. Things were exciting for once, a rare thing. 
But here you were today, following the orders of your co-captain, to get some warmth from the great outdoors, take a deep breath, and talk about flowers. 
"Ugh, fiiiine. Well, what are you making me do next, warden?"
"Hmm. Good question. We need more firewood. You are a baby and will freeze to death at night." he looked off in the direction he intended to head, not so much as a hint of acknowledgment that he'd just insulted you. 
"I- Fine. Aye-Aye, Captain! let's get some firewood." you began to dramatically march off the way he was looking before he grabbed your shirt collar again, pulling an exaggerated yelp from you. 
"Hey, what gives! I'm getting your stinking firewood-"
"Hold my hand," he stated blankly.
"W-what?" you were suddenly a bit too warmed by the Sun. You gulped, perhaps you misheard him.
"I said, hold my hand. I don't want you running off, or falling, or getting into trouble, or leaving my sight." he carried on just enough to make you scream.
"Agh! OKAY! Shut up and take my hand then!" he made you feel less embarrassed right away, you'd do anything to make him stop teasing you so relentlessly. 
You whipped up your hand, making quick gimme motions like a child. 
He smirked. 
SMIRKED.
And just like that, you were embarrassed again. 
"WHY are you making that face, Bakugo?"
"It's nothing. Let's go." he brushed past you. 
"Well, now I don't wanna." you paused, suddenly the most shit-eating grin creeping on your face. You turned your heel and ran as fast as your unathletic, clumsy figure would take you. 
"EH!? NO!" you heard him yell, but didn't stop.
You may have gotten a head start, but you knew there was no way you could outrun him.
It was just a joke. 
You didn't know what would happen. 
But you triggered something unintentionally. 
As you run, you could already hear him gaining on you. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end as he was within arms reach. You set off your quirk, just enough to go unseen for a moment as you made a sharp turn and doubled back, towards the piles of wood Bakugo intended on gathering. 
Unfortunately, as clever as it was, it was not enough to throw him off. 
You gained only a second more before he was behind you again. 
You couldn't see him, but you could hear him. He didn't seem right. His breathing was ragged and animalistic. You no longer felt like you were playing a game. You felt like prey that was in the midst of its final moments of life. A hand grabbed your arm and you were thrown off balance and hit the ground face-first. You could feel the sting on your lip before tasting the copper tang that filled your mouth. You'd busted your lower lip but that was the least of your worries. 
In no time you were flipped over and pinned. 
The way he looked. It was like you were seeing him in your room for the first time again. It was feral. Your running must have triggered a desire he'd been fighting all along. 
This time you had your hands free just enough to push against his chest, your knuckles white from your grip on his shirt. You weren't strong enough to hold him long. 
"Bakugo! Bakugo! Bakugo!" your voice cracked and strained as you screamed again and again. Hot tears blurred your vision before running down the sides of your face. 
"Not like this. Not like this, Bakugo." your terror was not for yourself this time. This time thoughts of Bakugo afterward flooded in and suffocated you. He'd be alone. He'd be angry at himself. He'd never get over this. This isn't something he deserved. It's not something he asked for. 
In your last-ditch efforts, you silently prayed for him to forgive himself. Then, before he'd gotten down to your level on the ground, you pushed yourself up to meet him, taking his mouth to your own. 
You could feel his lips as you desperately tried to claim them before his teeth claimed your flesh. Your torn lip fills the space in your mouth with blood. He was still for a moment, his brain processing the movement. 
His arms snaked around your back, fingernails hard against your skin it felt like he was trying to tear into you with his hands alone. 
But then they kept wrapping, and the touch became lighter. Kinder. 
His tongue lapped at your lip before taking it again between his. One second it was about the sensation of blood filling his mouth then it was all about you. 
You could feel his tears falling to your cheek as he began to sob. 
"I'm sorry. Dammit. I'm so sorry." he held you like you were made of gold. 
He rocked back and forth with you as one, every breath an apology and a curse on himself as you both wept. 
"Bakugo." you sniffled. "Katsuki. You stopped. You did it. God. fuck. That was so scary." you laughed and cried at the same time. 
"I'm so sorry," he muttered, unable to meet your eyes. You knew how much pain he was in. You could feel it like it was your own. 
"Can we go home, Katsuki?" you were exhausted. 
"Katsuki," he repeated.
"Yeah, that's you. Is it okay if I call you that?"
"It's more than okay. I'm sorry. Yes, please. Let's get you home." he was shaking. 
He stood, pulling you up with him. 
Neither of you was ready to move. And you weren't ready to let go of him. He didn't seem to mind. 
"Do you hate me?" he whispered. 
"No. I don't think I could if I tried."
"Stupid."
"I guess we should... talk about what happened just now?" you sighed. 
"Yeah... uh, maybe later?" he laughed humorlessly. 
"Are you embarrassed for once?" you looked up at him.
"Embarrassed for almost eating you?" he scrunched his brows.
"No. For kissing me."
"WH-wh, what! You kissed ME!" 
"No. I mean, I did. But I was in a panic. What's your excuse?"
He turned a faint shade of pink. 
"Wait. Your face." something new. 
"Katsuki, your face is pink. You're blushing!"
"You really are sick. Seeing things?" he lifted a hand to feel your forehead for a fever. "I can't be pink I don't have any blood flow. You know, Dead."
"No, I'm serious. Look at me."
"Stop messing around, come on let's get ba-" Katsuki coughed. Clearing his throat he stopped in his tracks. He looked as though a shock had coursed through him. He held his chest, profusely coughing. 
"Katsuki? What's wrong!?"
Katsuki suddenly fell over, unresponsive. 
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thehandthatleads02 · 1 year
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Taskmaster: Kink Edition
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Welcome back to kinky taskmaster, and today we have the results of our first story task, Without further ado, the unedited replies from our contestants! My commentary will all be in RED. As a reminder, the contestants were instructed to tell me about their most embarrassing orgasm. Let's see how they did!
@thehandthatfollows
mercy
mercy doesn't have many orgasms... But once when she was living with her friend in Arkansas she was fucking herself with her dildo, in the window facing the front yard (it was dark at the time). mercy makes a lot of noise... even more so when she's super turned on and she was. She had been told to fuck herself hard and rub her clit and she was so freaking horny, she couldn't keep quiet. She's pretty sure her friends heard her in their room across the hall. When she got permission to come, she ended up squirting a huge puddle, all the way down the wall and all over the carpet, some even got on the window. mercy was incredibly ashamed and really worried about people seeing and worse saying something
Ah yes, this one takes me back. mercy didn't mention it, but this was a task given by me. mercy did quite well, but unfortunately not especially public
@ownedpuppy
arabella
My most embarrassing orgasm is that i was in my car, in a carpark, and i was rubbing myself. Tumblr had me so desperate and i couldnt help myself, i pushed my panties to the side and started rubbing It wasn’t too busy but there was quite a few people around, some looked in disgust and some just ignored me The humiliation made me cum harder, Sir
A good slut is always horny, and nothing shows that better than being too needy to wait to get somewhere private to rub your slit. Along with being actually seen, this makes for a quite embarrassing story
@hayleythesissy
haley
My most embarrassing orgasm: when I first became a sissy it was through trying on my mums and 2 sister’s underwear and I loved it so much I would wear it everywhere, even to school, this day I had a guitar lesson which was done in a studio in someone house, while waiting in the waiting room (an extension onto the house which lead into the studio and had a wall that attached to a bedroom) for my lesson I heard a girl moaning really faintly and it got me really turned on especially when I was wearing the panties (I was a horny 16 year old at the time) and decided 6 mins before my lesson was the right time to wank. I wanked to the moaning and finished rather fast 2 mins which is embarrassing as it is, what made it worse is just as I finished and put away my dick my instructor came in, saw the panties as I hadn’t done my zip up yet and saw the cum that was on my hand as I didn’t think about cleanup, it was very embarrassing, even just thinking of it now and it was also a very quiet and awkward lesson, I stopped learning very soon after.
Now this is quite a story. And again, too needy to wait until they are somewhere private. Very slutty. Not just embarrassing but formative as well. The kind of experience that makes people look at you differently. The kind I am sure they have thought about a time or two. Well done
@littlesubbygirl
liz
My most embarrassing orgasm happened at New Year's Eve at my grandmothers house. I was laying down on the couch and my family was about 5 feet behind me. I had a blanket on top of me and I was super horny. I was talking to you and I started touching my pussy. I was asking if I could cum that night and you told me that I could only cum if I did it on the couch and so I did and it was so hard to be quiet but I did and I felt like everyone knew but nobody did.
Another fairly public rub session, this one with family. Sitting there rubbing and hoping her family wouldn't discover what a needy slut she is. This is another one that I personally instructed, and she did a great job
@lesbiandenial
jay
My most embarrassing orgasm was one day where i spent all day edging, and decided to give in and let myself cum, but at the last minute i made it a ruin, and lay on my bed so desperate after that ruin
Look, I understand what is humiliating depends a great deal on the person, but I am afraid I just don't see how this is very humiliating. Surely spending all day rubbing your clit is slutty, but this is just not a great effort.
Alright, we had some strong efforts, let's look at our scores. Contestants will be scored from 1 to 5 points based on their relative performance in the task, an here's how they did:
mercy 2
arabella 4
haley 5
liz 3
jay 1
Be sure to comment on this post with your favorite story, and stay tuned for the next task!
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thesapphireprincess · 2 years
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The lost art of reading,
Hey dolls, I once read that reading is becoming a lost art. I whole heartedly agree with this statement even I was falling victim to this. I am a new reader and I am determined to become well read. I grew up in front of the t.v as a kid and the only reading I ever did was in school. I am now remembering a time when I use to love reading as a kid I had an entire collection of books from school & book fairs but after I entered my 2nd year of middle school I pretty much stopped reading for fun. Idk why I think I got a laptop or something or it could of been that I went to a school where it was uncool to be smart or to read and you got called a nerd if you got good grades. One time I got an A on my test and I was super excited then this kid called me a nerd so I lied and said I cheated on my test, the teacher was right next to me….
The past year I’ve been trying to become a reader but nothing was consistent, I tried audio books for a little bit and that helped me finish a few books but that stopped as well. Last week I had an urge to go to my local library and check out a few books. I’ve always had a strange habit of buying books but never reading them. Now I’m reading every day even if it’s a little bit.
The current books I’m reading
- The complete beauty book
- Cleopatra the queen who challenged Rome and conquered eternity
- How to win friends and influence people
- How to be a femme fatale
Now you may be thinking that’s a lot of books to be reading at once (these don’t include all the books I got from the library I’ll talk about those later) and yes it is but I am reading them at different times. The first book I read in my leisure afternoon time because it’s a book on all things beauty. The second book I read in the morning, through the day on my off days and at night before bed. I read the third book during my work week on my breaks because I work 12 hour shifts I get 3 breaks that equal out to 2 hours and I keep that book in my car. The last book is an ebook I bought from a Tik Tok creator at 3am so I read that book when I wake up at random times in the early am. I could just read the same book during these times instead but I get bored easily and I just can’t read the same book all day unless it’s super interesting and I can’t put it down. I also just like reading about different topics that way it keeps reading interesting. I usually read about 4-6 pages every time I pick up a book.
The books I got from the library
- The complete beauty book
- A Cleopatra book
- A style guide book
- In the company of woman ( A career book)
I was super excited to get these books the fact that you could walk into a huge library with books on every subject and learn all these new things that you never knew about and finish with a whole new mindset and lifestyle really amazes me. Go to your local library and get 3 books on 3 different topics. You could get a style book or an ancient history book or a science book. I prefer non fiction books but fiction is also an option. I just love the library because it’s free knowledge and you can become a completely new and improved you. Also fun fact what you consume effects your thoughts and conversation skills/topics. If you find it hard to communicate with others or you never know what to talk about, you should take a step back and review what you’re consuming mentally that includes what you’re watching , what you’re eating and what you’re listening to. Catch you in my next post. <3
[ All these pictures are mine & unedited. I love taking pictures of myself & things in my life]
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notthestarwar · 3 months
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Masterpost of my character webs (webweaves of quotes that make me think of them. usually with a very long explanation of my thoughts in one of the reblogs lol)
Sources and text are in alt but pls let me know if there's any mistakes
Fox
Cody Cody 2
Boba
Kix
Obi Wan
Anakin (1 2 3 4 5)
Jango (1 2 3 4 5 6)
Some extra Jango quotes that didnt make it in to an actual web
Clones
Is Jango a father to the clones
RE: my writing
I know I've mentioned this to a few of you but I wanted to make a post explaining and also I'll add this in to the authors notes of what I've got posted on ao3.
I'm pretty unhappy with what I've got posted on ao3, the editing isn't where I want it to be and I've not been at a point where I can fix it. I'm not intending to delete any nor am I gonna make them anonymous/orphan them, but it is my full intention to rewrite my multi chaps and I consider the very early oneshots I wrote to be abandoned. Though I'm not intending to delete any of them and they'll be there, I am considering possibly making a new account and leaving that one to collect dust as an archive I guess.
I wanted to mention this as I know I've got a few unfinished works and I've been saying I'll update them as soon as I'm in the right frame of mind but I haven't got there and now I'm at the point where I want to rewrite what's there before I move on with them (tho tbh I have quite a lot of chapters from those finished and unposted and outlines for each of them.)
So. I don't consider myself to be on hiatus, however, I do intend to rewrite:
Dead from the beginning (mainly editing)
I think love is something that happens to other people (adding some side storylines)
When is a monster not a monster (mainly editing but also moving chapter breaks)
The lost mand'alor (story changes. I intend to delete large bits)
And before i post new chapters I want to do major revisions to:
What the living do rewrite
No children
Talking to the dead
The glass wall
How the living go on living and the dead go on living with them
I've yet to decide what i want to do with the one shots. If I'm only making small edits it'll be on the same work but for the above rewrites/ major revisions In all liklihood I'll be posting them as seperate works possibly on a seperate account (tho I'll link back and you'll be able to see it's me). I'm just not at a point where I can consider starting this yet and so in the meantime I won't be updating any of those wips and they'll be in their messy unedited state for the foreseeable (dead from the beginning in particular lol which is pretty much entirely unedited)
I am gonna try and get back in to writing by maybe working on unposted wips/starting stupid little things that entertain me, as I think that's probably the best way to build on my ability to get me to a point where I can rewrite the above, so depending on how that goes you may see new stuff being posted, but the old ones remain unabandoned and ready to go as soon as my brain gets with the program, just don't expect it any time soon lol
That said. I'm always happy to talk about my work on here and explain where things are heading
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myulmang · 4 months
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𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏'𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 from 𝐦𝐲𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠❄️
this holiday season i'll be offering a discount on gif pack commissions. from 12/10 through 01/10 01/31* gif pack commissions will be pay what you want/can (pwyw). you can find out more information on this holiday discount below & the commission form and examples can be found in the source link.
*i have to redownload ps & pp on 01/06, so projects are delayed for a day or two while i get things back in order. because of this delay i'll be extending until the end of january.
the maximum amount per commission is 400 gifs.
all of these packs will be public. 'tis the season for spreading the love.
however, if you want a private pack then there's still a discount! instead of pay what you want, it'll be 50% off my normal price and there is no 400 gif limit.
it'll still be pay in advance through whatever method of payment you choose. please include a note on which fc it is for so i can quickly verify and start on your pack.
please do not send payment until i've messaged you that i'm accepting your request.
i don't think this is necessary, but if i happen to get an influx of requests then i'll have to limit the amount of accepted commissions to six (6) at a time in a first come, first serve basis.
again, not seeing this happening but just in case: if the requests i get exceed 6 then you can check the list linked in my pinned to see that i have received your form and around where in line you are. if you don't see your requested fc/amount after 24hrs and i didn't message you personally to deny the commission, then please resend your request as tumblr probably ate your form.
i'm creating a list instead of personally messaging because i don't have the mental capacity to message everyone individually until i am actually sending my acceptance message. sorry, but i feel like this will be the most efficient to both confirm i've received your form and give you an estimate when you will be accepted.
however, with the limitations i will also only accept one commission per person at a time. though feel free to send in another request after i've finished your pack as many times as you wish.
although i'm accepting at a first come, first serve basis, that does not determine the order in which i complete packs. it honestly comes down to the amount and how easy the source material is to color.
ETA: in the instance that you'd like to commission more than 400 gifs then it'd be PWYW + the normal commission prices for additions. ( i.e. 500 gifs will be PWYW + $10 for the extra 100 gifs, 750 gifs will be PWYW + $35 for the extra 350 gifs, 450 gifs will be PWYW + $5 for the extra 50, etc. etc. ) prices can be found in the source link.
misc: unedited gifs are not discounted, all of the information on my commissions page will still be followed, i have the right to deny a request for whatever reason i see fit.
i hope all of you have the warmest winter and happiest new year !!
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lattefissssssssh · 6 months
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Aaaaand I’m late to my promptssssss, who woulda guessed am I right???*sarcasm* anyway, I finished three and I’ll do today’s and tomorrow’s tomorrow so I’m all covered :D (we’re gonna ignore that it’s 2 am as I post this)
In order we have:
Day 4: melt/fire/burn (lil backstory that I made up just for this piece: some humans live near a giant lava cave and some of these humans are ‘cursed’ and immune to lava/fire, these humans escape to the lava cave as a rite of passage to escape society and this lil man just got caught)
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Day 5: little nightmares(I just had to draw Six holding Mono’s hand)
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Day 6: insect(one edited image for dramatic effect and another unedited) [another lil backstory-ish: this gal is a doctor trying to work on finding a cure to a plague of coughing up bugs and she just contracted it—] also can be interpreted as the message of Isaac’s Insects by Isaac Dunbar: feeling as though a million lil bugs are always watching your every move, almost as if they’ve penetrated your very being.
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Anyways— sleepytimeeeeeeee!!!
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horanghaejamjam · 6 months
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October Schedule
Been on a writing streak recently so here is the list of fics that are finished/nearly finished and will be posted within the next week or two. I know I am inconsistent as hell with these updates but I promise it will be worth the wait!
If interested in betaing any of the completed fics below please message me and let me know which one you are interested in!
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↪ Horanghae Chapters 6 & 7: SVT members x reader (chapter 6 finished unedited, chapter 7 in the works) LOOKING FOR BETA ↪ Only Mine: Yang Jeongin x reader LOOKING FOR BETA ↪ Wake Up!: Choi Jongho x reader (in progress) ↪ Siren: Kim Hongjoong x reader (in progress) ↪ Secret Ateez member x reader for Atiny Halloween Project
TBD: May or may not be posted this month
↪ Outlaw: Song Mingi x reader
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sissytobitch10seconds · 10 months
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What am I up to? (6/3/23)
Saturday: On Saturdays I upload one chapter in my fic called Our Love Died (Summary: Dumped into a strange yet familiar world, Viktor falls back into some old habits- including losing contact with his siblings. Eventually, some years pass and they start finding him again. At that point he's not quite sure he wants them to, though.)
I upload oneshots on Wednesdays as I finish them. There won’t be a new oneshot every Wednesday, but if I finish a oneshot it will be uploaded on that day!
I now have a series called 'Of Drabbles and Late Night Thoughts' where I post fanfictions that are drabbles or character study type things that I don't want to waste on a whole upload day on. They're rambly and unedited but they get some ideas out of my head so I can focus on other works.
I am participating in the Year of OTP challenge and I upload the prompts for each month on the first of that month into this series.
I’m also writing an Arcana fanfiction with my best friend. It’s called Luck of the Draw and gets updates whenever we feel like it. (Summary: Asra has some new magic that he wants to test, and his friends are more than willing to help him out.)
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chai-hat-tea · 1 year
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When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass it on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love! 💓
Hellllloooooo hi how are you??? ❤️ thank you so much for sending this ask!!! Hmmmm lemme think! Am I supposed to mention why they’re my favourites? Okay I guess I’ll just do it haha. Also they’re not in the order of my favourites, just based on which I remembered first haha!!
1. My Light - this is the first fic I wrote that was a bit serious and I was surprised at how I ended up writing it. There’s an element of tenderness to it that I’m in love with and the pain Liam goes through before coming to terms is just so much.
2. Fix You - well, this is very personal to me and I was so scared to put it out but I’m really proud of it! Again, it’s vaguely similar to My Light in terms of the theme (sad with happy ending). I knew Louis’ pain and reading it out made me realise a lot of things, so I’m glad I wrote it. I needed to do that for myself.
3. The Subway Scramble - oh this fic feels so cute!!! I love Harry pining on Louis so much (partly because I’ve always seen it the other way round and I sometimes like making Harry suffer then XD). I like to think that my writing was a lot better when compared to my first 2 fics, so that’s also an added bonus!
4. Louis’ “Harry” Christmas - this was so much fun to write!!!! I remember finishing the first draft in maybe 2 days and I was stunned that I managed to do it when I had so much of writing stress going on! I wrote it on a major time crunch, and while I’ve not had the chance to read it as a reader, I remember being surprised by the way I wrote because it felt really upgraded from when I started. Also, the theme is just everything, what’s not to love?
5. I’m Weaker Without You - oh this is the other fic I was squeezing in while writing the previous one and it was wild!!!! I basically wrote 30.4K words in 3 weeks and I was beyond shocked that words came to me (although I had to google the simplest of words and was shocked when I got answers because those were words I used everyday. Basically my brain was fried) that I could manage to write such a long fic!!! Apart from being proud of that, I just LOVE the drama I came up with. It wasn’t as entertaining to me because I knew how the story would progress, but it was a joy to write nonetheless!
6. Basic White Bitch - I’m added a 6th one because this was a very sudden fic and I’m so proud of it XD it’s unedited and was done and posted in a matter of 4 hours I think. It was savage and a dream of mine (that might never happen) so writing it down made so much sense.
I hope my answers are satisfying! Thank you so much for thinking of me and sending this ask! I wish you a wonderful weekend ahead ❤️
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creepypasta-archive · 2 years
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Voicebox: A Ticci Tobi Love Story: Chapter 6
by Absolon-Resonance
The story is long enough to require spliting it in chapters
CW// sexual assault, incest, sexual harrasement, domestic violence, bullying, gore, cannibalism, implied pedophilia, fraticide, homicide, mutation, cheating, torture, eye trauma, improper teen behaviour, nudity, mental illness misrepresentation, cringe memes, Slendermansion
Click below to read the original unedited story
Chapter 6
The next morning after breakfast Toby and I invaded BEN’s room and “borrowed” a laptop so that we could look up the information on Voodoo shops and priestesses. Unfortunately we couldn’t find on within walking distance from our home. The nearest one we found was in New Orleans, Louisiana. So Toby and I went to get changed into our disguises and met back up at Father’s office. ‘Shayla, do not work too hard. I want you to have some fun too. I am sure that you and Toby would like some alone time together as well.’‘Thanks Sissy, but we only have today and tomorrow to finish getting what we need for the spell. Next week Toby and I will be able to relax a bit while Father does the preparations.’‘Alright, just promise me that you will not stress out too much during the wait. Father is quite good with using magic rituals and I know that everything will be alright.’‘Ok Sissy, I promise.’Father called us into his office and after Toby and I hugged him we all sat down to discuss what the plans were for that day. Toby told Father about the Voodoo shop we found in New Orleans that was run by a priestess. “Very well, I will transport you two to New Orleans, but first.” Father reached into a drawer in his desk and handed Toby and I each a cellphone. “New Orleans is too far away for a mind connection to work, so as soon as you finish your shopping you need to call me so I can come pick you up. My number is already programed on speed dial, so you only have to press one. I also programed the numbers of the other Creepypastas into the phones in case you need them.”“Thank you, Father.” I jumped up and hugged him again. I had never been allowed to have a cellphone before. Toby also thanked him, but this time he didn’t hug him. I guess he didn’t want to get on Father’s nerves by hugging him all the time. Father stood up with me still in his arms and wrapped a tendril around Toby.“Shayla, since this is the first time I will be transporting you, you should close your eyes. I will let you know when you can open them again.”“Ok Father.” I closed my eyes and held onto Father tightly. I felt a tugging sensation in my stomach and felt bone chillingly cold for a minute. Soon enough I was warm again and Father said I could open my eyes. I looked around and saw that we were now standing in a forested swamp area. I could see old Victorian houses and newer brick buildings that made up the city. There were thousands of people walking around and I could make out some very old cemeteries with high fences around them. I turned back towards father and hugged him goodbye. After he disappeared Toby stashed his goggles and mouth guard in his backpack with his hatchets and we headed out of the swamp and into the city.The streets were confusing, and it took us about two hours to finally find the Voodoo shop. If we hadn’t been paying close attention we would have missed it because it looked like a private house. The only reason we found it was because of a small brass plaque on the brick wall in front of the building. Toby and I entered the shop and were surprised that it looked like a normal wiccan store. I had expected to find a lot of creepy items in there like jars full of eyes or something, but it was really clean and smelled like vanilla.
As we looked around the owner of the shop came out. She was a tall African American woman with chocolate brown eyes and long hair who looked about 20 to 30 years-old. She wore a long multicolored skirt and an emerald green spaghetti sting shirt; her wrists were covered in hundreds of different colored bangle bracelets and two large silver hoops hung from each ear. She greeted us with a warm smile and gently shook my hand.“Ah, child. Aye knew that ye would be coming today. Aye sees yer sister’s soul is still safe.”“How do you know about my sister and how did you know we would be coming today?” At started twitching all of a sudden and I could hear Toby’s neck cracking like it does when he twitches.“The spirits told meh that ye would be coming, child. It has been over 65 years since Aye last saw someone from the other realm. Tell meh child, is mah old friend Laughing Jack doing well? Aye haven’t seen ‘im since Aye was a child meh self.”“Did the spirits tell you what we were coming for?” Toby asked as he twitched.“Yes, child. Aye have yer ceremonial dagger blessed, the scorpion venom is fresh from this morn, and Aye picked out mah fattest sacrificial chicken for ye. All Aye ask for in turn is that ye tell mah friend Laughing Jack that Saraphina says hi and that she runned out of ‘is candy fer the children about 63 years ago. If he wants meh to help ‘im Aye’m gonna need some more.”I looked over at Toby and shrugged as my twitching started dying down and I started giggling. He shrugged back before looking back at Saraphina.“We can do that. You know you look very young to be over 65 years old.” Toby remarked as I giggled.“Thank ye child, it’s an old secret ritual that was handed down in mah family. Aye won’t be aging again till Aye’m over 150 years-old. Not as long lived as ye from the other realm are, but not everyone is blessed or cursed with living ferever.” She turned and walked behind a curtained area in the shop. A few seconds later she came back with a small black plastic bag and a cage containing a very big, fat chicken. “There ye are children, now don’t be fergetting to give Laughing Jack mah message.”“We won’t forget and thank you for your help.” I promised as Toby and I headed to the door. “I’ll tell him as soon as I see him.”It took Toby and I another two hours to find our way back to the forested swamp where Father had dropped us off. I called Father since Toby insisted on carrying the chicken and the bag. A few seconds later Father came and we were back at the mansion. Father hugged me, reminded me that Toby and I had to go grave robbing tonight and took the chicken and the bags up to his office. Since it was only three in the afternoon Toby headed up to rest until dinner. I headed for Laughing Jack’s room to give him Saraphina’s message. Unfortunately Laughing Jack wasn’t in when I stopped by, so I wrote him a note and used his pile of candy to hold it down so it wouldn’t get lost. I then headed back to my room, grabbed the laptop I had “borrowed” from BEN and returned it.
He wasn’t happy to see that I had borrowed his laptop without asking, but he was too afraid of me and Father to make a big deal about it. After that I headed to my room to catch a nap before dinner. I knew it was going to be a long night, so sleep sounded good to me.That night after dinner Toby and I headed out to the cemetery with a body bag to retrieve Rebekah’s body. Since the cemetery was in the country side and Rebekah had been buried in the back corner we didn’t have to worry too much about being discovered. I cut out a big area of grass, rolled it up and placed it to the side of the grave. Toby and I took turns digging; he would dig for a half hour then I would dig for the next half hour. It took us a total of six hours to finish digging and Toby was nice enough to get Rebekah’s body it the bag so I didn’t have to see what she looked like after being buried for ten years. After Toby and I got the body bag out of the hole we quickly filled it back in with dirt and covered it back up with the strip of grass and stomped it down so that it looked like it hadn’t been touched. It was almost dawn by the time we finished at the cemetery so as Toby carried the body bag we raced the sun to the portal. We didn’t want anyone to see Toby carrying a body bag, though how he carried Rebekah’s body touched my heart. Most guys would have slung the body bag over their shoulder, but not Toby. He carried Sissy’s body as if she were still alive, gently cradled bridal style in his arms. Almost everyone was asleep when we got home, so we headed straight up to Father’s office. Father was waiting for us at the door and gently relieved Toby of Rebekah’s body. He then gave me a quick hug, sent us to take showers and told us to get some rest.Toby walked me to my room and gave me a gentle kiss before heading to his room of the night. I smiled as I gathered my nightie and took a long shower. The hot water eased my tired muscles and relaxed me enough that I was almost half asleep by the time I finished drying off and getting dressed for bed. I didn’t bother turning my light on was I stumbled over to my bed and laid down, snuggled under the covers with one hand resting on the skinner I kept tucked under my pillow. I was just about to fall asleep when I felt arms wrap around my waist and pull me into a hard male body. I was instantly awake and carefully pulled my skinner out of its sheath as I pretended to be asleep. With my eyes half way shut I rolled over and looked at the guy in my bed, with the way my eyes had changed I had no problem seeing in the dark room and I almost growled when I saw Jeff in my bed with a sleeping mask over his eyes. Slowly and carefully I moved my arm down until I had my skinner positioned right next to his crotch. I leaned in close and whispered in Jeff’s ear.“Stay still if you don’t want to lose something important to you.” I felt him stiffen as he woke up. “Tell me Jeff, why the hell are you in my bed?”“Aww, sweetcheeks. You know you want me.”“Stop calling me sweetcheeks. What the hell ever gave you the idea that I wanted you? Didn’t you learn anything from the talk Father had with you last time you tried to pull something with me?”“Come on, sweetcheeks, I know you’ve been checking me out. You don’t have to play hard to get with me.”“Jeff, get it through your thick skull, I am not interested in you like that.
I’m starting to doubt that I even want to be friends with you. I love Toby and Toby is my boyfriend so I want you to stop trying to win me. It’s not going to happen.” As I was talking to Jeff I could hear Father and Rebekah talking in my head. I knew that he would be here in a second to get Jeff out of my room so I just ignored his whining about how he would be a better boyfriend than Toby was. A minute later Father transported into my room and yanked Jeff out of my bed with his tendrils. He disappeared with Jeff and a second later there was a knock on my door. I answered the door and invited Toby in. It looked like he had just gotten out of bed and his goggles and mouth guard weren’t on.“Slender told me what happened, are you alright Shayla?” He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me to him. I nodded as I buried my face in his tee-shirt and wrapped my arms around his waist.“I’m ok, Toby. Thanks. He just pissed me off, that’s all.”“Are you sure? I could stay with you tonight if you don’t want to be alone.” I looked up at Toby and smiled as he blushed.“I’d like that, but I don’t think Father would be happy to find out that you were in my bed. I know that you wouldn’t do anything, but Father would still not like it.”“Alright, but you know where I am if you need me. Goodnight Shayla.” He hugged me tighter for a moment before letting me go.“Goodnight Toby.” I smiled at him as he walked out the door and blew me a kiss. That night in my dreams Rebekah and I laughed and talked about Toby and how she couldn’t wait to find a boyfriend of her own. Turns out she had never had one, but that’s not much of a surprise considering who raised us.It was one o’clock in the afternoon when I finally woke up. I quickly got dressed and heading to Father’s office to see if he needed me to do anything, but after he gave me a hug and told me that he had left pancakes and vocal cords in the oven for me he said he would be busy with the preparations for the rest of the week and that he just wanted me to have some fun. I smiled and hugged him again before heading to the kitchen for breakfast. Toby was in the kitchen when I got there and I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before grabbing my food and sitting at the table. Toby sat with me and finished eating his pancakes. After breakfast Toby asked me if I’d take a walk with him. I smiled and nodded them ran upstairs to grab my running shoes. We walked together for hours, talking and laughing. Toby was so sweet; he lifted me over mud puddles and swept me into his arms when I got tired of walking. It was getting close to dinner time when we came to a meadow and I saw a picnic set up by a small lake. The blanket that was set up on the ground was orange and blue, there were two white candles in candle holders waiting to be lit and delicious aromas drifted on the air coming from a picnic basket sitting in the center of the blanket.“Surprise Shayla.” Toby said as he gently set me down on the blanket. I looked up at him and smiled as he sat down next to me.“Toby, this is so nice. How did you set this up?”“I asked Slender if he would mind setting this up for me. I wanted to take you out on a date, but didn’t want you to feel the need to hide yourself. Do you really like it?”“I love it.”
I watched as Toby lit the candles and dished out the food. Father must have put a lot of effort into making the picnic for us and I reminded myself to thank him when we got home. We had steak, baked potatoes with sour cream bacon pieces and shredded cheese, broccoli with cheese sauce, and sparkling grape juice; desert was triple chocolate black forest cake with vanilla icing. Toby and I talked and laughed the entire time and after we finished eating we laid next to each other and looked up at the stars. For me it was a perfect evening and I snuggled with Toby with my head on his chest was we watched a meteor shower. After a few hours Toby and I packed up the picnic and headed home. Toby kissed me at the door and headed into the kitchen to take care of the leftovers from the picnic. I headed up to Father’s office to thank him and let him know I was back. I knocked on the door and after a minute Father called for me to come in. I ran up and hugged him.“Thank you Father, for making Toby and I that picnic. The food was great.”“Well, I am glad that had a good time Shayla. I did not, however make the food. Toby made it before you woke up today; I only reheated it for you and set up the picnic.”“I didn’t know that Toby could cook.”“He does not tell many people, but his sister taught him when he was younger and there are times when he has had to do his own cooking during missions. I do not tell the others because it is quite amusing to watch Toby annoy Masky so that he will make pancakes or waffles.”“I can see how that would be funny. Maybe I can help Toby next time he does that. Well I’m going to head to bed now Father. I love you, goodnight.” I hugged Father again.“I love you too Daughter, sleep well.” I smiled up at Father before heading to my room. I had a quick shower and, after checking to make sure there were no uninvited visitors, I jumped into bed and went to sleep.The next week passed quickly, every day Toby and I would practice together in the morning and head out to do something fun together in the afternoon. He would surprise me by taking me to a fair in our dimension, or to Laughing Jacks carnival. He would take me on picnics and we would go swimming in the small lake in the meadow. At night we would go out and make a few kills, I would collect the vocal cords and the kidneys to take with me. I figured that I might as well help Eyeless Jack out with collecting since they weren’t going to need their kidneys anymore.Every night in my dreams Rebekah and I would talk about our hopes and dreams. She would give me advice about everything and we would even talk about what we had gone through together when our aunt and uncle were still alive. She never really told me what all happened to her, but by the advice she gave and the takes we had I came to the conclusion that what had happened to me had also happened to her. I didn’t want to ask her if it did, I figured that she would talk to me about it when she was ready. Finally Friday the thirteenth arrived. Rebekah and I were excited and nervous at the same time. Father hadn’t explained what all we had to do, though I did know that we would have to be there for the ceremony. Toby kept me company and calm all day. We watched movies together and snuggled on the couch. Finally it was time for me to get ready for the ceremony. I dressed in the black and silver silk flowing dress and silver sandals that Father had given me for the ceremony and headed out to the back yard.
There was an alter set up under a willow tree in the middle of a pentagram drawn with chalk; I knew Rebekah’s body was on it, but there was a black silk sheet laying over her so I couldn’t see her. I carefully stepped into the pentagram and stood next to the alter. Father then used the last of the chalk to draw a perfect circle around the pentagram. He lit the candles, incense and smudge sticks and placed them around the circle. He picked up the crystals and placed one of each on the circle at each point of the pentagram then started the spell.“Lux oritur tenebris mors ita vita pariunt.” (As light gives birth to dark, so let death give birth to life.)Father picked up the chicken and used the ceremonial dagger to behead it. Again he walked the circle letting the chicken’s blood cover the chalk. And as the circle closed again a purple fog like screen enclosed the me and Rebekah blocking off the view of everything outside of the circle.“Phoenix ortu, anima, sicut de reliquis reviviscat. (Like a phoenix rising from the ashes let the soul return to life.)Da huic formae Calamitosam animam presumpti omnibus quæ habebat. (Give this tragic soul taken too soon the form she should have had.)Et quasi in nocte, conversa est ad mortem, sic, quod sic, ut det vitam. (Like night gives way to day so must death give way to life.)Per vires terrae, aeris, spiritus, aqua et igni iubeo cogam. (By the powers of the earth, air, water and fire I compel the spirits to do my bidding.)Viribus solis et lunae, ac lux et tenebræ eam adducere corpus ad animam illius iterum vivere.” (By the powers of the sun and moon, the light and dark, bring the soul of Rebekah back to her body to live once more.)As Father spoke the last line I could feel Rebekah’s soul leaving me and it almost hurt when I could no longer feel her. I looked over towards the alter and saw a bright lavender light enclose it for a few seconds before Rebekah sat up and the sheet slid off her. She looked just like she had in my dreams, so much like me, but her eyes were still the same silver-blue I remember. She looked over at me and smiled. As the purple fog receded I saw Father breaking the circle of blood and chalk. Rebekah got up off the alter and hugged me, both of our tail swished back and forth in happiness.“Little sister, it is so good to be back with you. I have missed holding you so much, those dream could not compare to really feeling you in my arms again.”“Oh Sissy, I’m glad I don’t have to lose you again.” We both started crying as Father came and hugged us both to him.“I am delighted to finally have both my daughters back, safe and sound. I will never let anything happen to you girls again.”“Sissy, you should tell Father the new name you decided on. That way he can introduce you to everyone.” Rebekah smiled at my enthusiasm and nodded.“Father, Shayla and I talked about this and since she is now Voicebox to most people we decided I should have a new name as well. The name we decided on is Dark Phoenix.”
“Dark Phoenix, that is a very good name, Daughter.” Father hugged us tighter and then led us both back into the mansion. Rebekah stood behind Father and I as Father called everyone into the living room. Toby came and stood next to me with his arm over my shoulder. I snuggled into his embrace as everyone else sat down and waited for Father to speak.“Everyone, I have someone I wish to introduce you to.” He stepped to one side letting the others see my sister for the first time. “This is my other daughter, Dark Phoenix. I expect you all to make her feel welcomed.”Father, Dark Phoenix and I then spent the next two hours answering a ton of questions, like how she came back, why we looked like twins, and where she had been. It was three o’clock in the morning when Father sent everyone to bed. Father had fixed up the room next to mine for Sissy. Father and Toby walked us up to our rooms and Father hugged us both goodnight before heading to his own room. Toby hugged me and gave me a sweet gentle kiss before he said goodnight and headed to his room.I barely had the energy to shower and change. I made sure my room was empty and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out. Rebekah met me in my dreams; we found out that while we were no longer in the same body, after spending ten years together our minds had formed a connection. Like twins were rumored to have, we had developed telepathy between us. We were both happy that we were still connected and we spent the night talking about my birthday that was coming up in soon and how her birthday was only a month after mine. Finally we would both be immortal and we would never be separated again.
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Mrs. Adebisi Kuforiji speaks about her life and her book YOU ONLY LIVE TWICE
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Hello, kindly give us a brief introduction about yourself.: My name is Adebisi Kuforiji, and my maiden name is Adegbite. The first of 6 siblings (I have 3 brothers and 2 sisters in that order). I am a single mother of 4 grown children, and a stepmom to an amazing son. I’m blessed to have 2 grand babies too. I will be 59 years old on the 24th of August 2023. 24 is a special number in my family. My ex-husband was born on the 24th of August, my first daughter was born on the 24th of June, and the twins, on April 24th. What is your book all about? : My book started with an experience I had when I went in for surgery in a teaching hospital in Ibadan, Nigeria. When I came back for review, I had an emergency and I was rushed and admitted to a teaching hospital in Lagos, after a couple of hours, I was declared dead and my sister was given a notification of death so she could go get the death certificate. I was clinically dead. I had a lot of witnesses, around 16 people or so. During the time I was declared dead, I had a major out of body experience and I decided to put everything I saw into writing during that transition because I believe it was God giving me another chance to be able to tell people about that story. Also, I have always wanted to write a book, my dad wanted to write one but he died before he could achieve that. He died in 2013 and in January 2014 I decided to write a book and launch it on my 50th birthday which was August 24, 2014. The book has so many chapters, Memories With Dad because my dad was so special to me. Unlucky In Love because I have been married once and I had a relationship with another so I have 4 children with 2 fathers. I talked about my work experience, traveling around the world because I love love love traveling. I ended the book with The People’s Parliament, an unedited chapter about people talking about the Adebisi they know. What inspired the topic?: Well, it is exactly what the book is (laughs) about. I saw that I had a first life until I was declared dead and the 2nd life is what I am going to live until I go to heaven. So You Only Live Twice is God giving me a second chance at life. The SECOND is in caps and underlined. What would you say is the most difficult part of writing the book?: I would say, distractions. I started writing the book when I was on my way to Abuja one morning and my flight was delayed. I lost my dad 6 months prior so I had so many fresh memories. I started with a chapter titled Fatherhood With Dad, although I had to make it the 3rd chapter in the book. I had almost finished that chapter by the time I boarded the flight. Anywhere I went, I would quickly scribble something on my laptop whenever I felt the urge to write but then, after a while, I started getting distracted and I wasn’t able to write anything anymore. However, it got easier knowing that it is not rocket science to write about oneself. It is not fiction, it happened so you just have to determine how much you want to put out there. What did you edit out of this book? : (laughs) What I really edited in this book was major experiences in both my relationships, my marriage, and the partnership I had with the second person. I edited a lot. In fact, I had to show my kids the manuscript. So many things happened to me that I could only say by mouth, if I had written everything, those guys' reputations would have been destroyed for life but then, I had to remember that they are the fathers of my kids. So I had to restrain myself from writing some things about them. These were the major things I edited from the book. What was your real-life work schedule like when writing the book?: I wrote the book in my leisure time. It was like a hobby. Or watching a movie. Or playing Candy Crush. Or listening to music. It did not really disrupt my real-life work schedule. I have been an entrepreneur since 1989. That’s like 34 years, so my work wasn’t distracted by the book. When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?: it was when I was 10 years old. I have always been good with composition, and how to express myself. I never had the problem of putting down my thoughts on paper or diary. When I was 10 years old, for my birthday party, I wrote a play and my friends came around to rehearse days before we entertained on D-Day. When I was in secondary school, I was really active in the drama group. I used to write a lot of short stories. My parents were abroad, so whenever I write them letters, it was always the stories of what happened to me in school. So I have always wanted to be a writer since I was 10 years old, however, writing this book was inspired by my father not being able to write his own book before he passed on. What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your book?: when I was writing this book, I realized that I have a very interesting life. I realized what I was meant to do while writing this book, is to impact lives with my experience. I knew I was going to inspire people with my story. While writing, I got to know that the book would minister to single women, married women, CEOs, travelers, etc. This surprised me a lot as I found out the book would be more useful than the original plan. Have you gone on any literary pilgrimages? : Oh yes I have. There was a time I went back to my family home in Abeokuta to research my heritage. I even took pictures of my family home. My father’s paternal home, my mom’s maternal home, and paternal homes. I asked questions, went to the grave sites, and got to know more about my family tree. I have my family tree in the book. I treasure my family so much. I got the original panegyrics (Oriki) from old people. All the people that helped me then have died now so it was indeed worth it to embark on the literary pilgrimage and have an audio recording. How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?: Just this book, You Only Live Twice. However, I have another one coming up titled See You Sooner Than You Think. I plan on launching it on my 60th birthday. You Only Live Twice was launched on my 50th birthday. For now, You Only Live Twice is my favorite. Does writing energize or exhaust you? Or both? : it energizes me and I am grateful for that gift. I love trying to get words in my mind. If it was just left to people like me, Google would not be useful. Writing energizes me, it never exhausts me. It only happens when I have to respond to messages like happy new month / happy Easter, which trigger me because my OCD will not rest until I respond to all. If you could spend a day with another popular author, whom would you choose and why?: it would be John Grisham! John Grisham!! John Grisham!!! I love that guy, his stories appear so real. And that’s why I can't bring myself to watch any of his book adaptations in movies because they could not capture the real story. A Time To Kill, The Partner, RunAway Jury, The Partner. I really love John Grisham. If your book were made into a movie, which actors would play your characters?: 1. for my dad, Olu Jacobs would be awesome for that. For myself, it would be either Joke Silva or Sola Sobowale because there are a lot of things they do that remind me of myself. I know both of them are different in the way they act but they can play me well. For the other characters, I don’t know who will play my kids, I would have to research that but definitely, I am going to use Nigerians because there are other factors that the Americans will not get. For example, during your Omugwo period when people are supposed to look after you and you’re making amala for your inlaws. The Americans will not get that one (laughs) but a Nigerian will get that 'if you’re not lucky in marriage, anything can happen'. What are the most important magazines for writers to subscribe to?: The only 2 that I know and subscribed to are The Writer and The Writer’s Digest because they are very relevant in updating on how to do your work. In fact, I got to know that if you’re not on Amazon, you have not started marketing your book. I think The Newyorker too is good but those 2 are my top magazines I would recommend anyone to subscribe to. How many unpublished and half-finished books do you have?: I have one half-finished book and would classify it as unpublished, See You Sooner Than You Think. I have some notes I am helping my daughter with, she is also writing a book and she said I would be a co-author but I won't count that yet, so for now. It is just one. If you could tell your younger writing self anything, what would it be?: just 3 words, No Holds Barred. Anything that you're going to write about yourself, please don’t edit anything out because when you die, who else is going to tell your story? That’s what I have realized about writing biographies. You need to let it all out or just forget it. That’s what I will tell my younger writing self; No Holds Barred. What advice would you give to a writer working on their first book?: take your time, and don’t be under any pressure. For the first book, although it is good for you to get it right it doesn’t have to be perfect. No pressure, do whatever you can, and make sure you enjoy doing it. Writing is not supposed to be a job you’re forced to do, forget about the money, it will come if people enjoy your book. So just do it for your pleasure. For example, if you’re a writer of fiction, make sure you use tangible characters and places people can identify with. When you’re doing things like star wars, NASA, etc, make sure you research properly so you don’t go off point when writing certain scenes. No pressure is what I will really advise a first-time writer because the book is what you’re going to own for life, it’s yours to keep and own. You’ll get paid royalties for life so you might as well do it well but it doesn’t have to be perfect. So again, no pressure, make sure you enjoy doing it. Whatever the topic is, make sure you enjoy it and come out with the best you can because it’s going to get better with your second and third books. Read the full article
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