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cocobittiebites · 3 years

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Hello!! This is my 2nd ask.. I just wanted a Scenario when Hisoka is being Saved by a extremely Powerful Woman who has a very cold Appearance... This Woman saved him during the fight of Chrollo.. Sorry for my Second Ask.. I'm just really loved him.. By the way I'm very satisfied on your blogs😊😊😊😊😘😘😘😘❤️❤️❤️❤️

TELL ME WHY I FORGOT I WROTE THIS A COUPLE DAYS AGO???? LIKE FR THIS WAS DONE ON THURSDAY- talk about forgetfulness 🧍🏻‍♀️

Some things that I added cuz creative liberty and all that jazz: y/n is apart of the main four (well it’s five now on my blog ig), I just love found family ok. Also it gives her depth and a decent reason how she knows Hisoka. Her nen ability was based off of my favorite six of crows character, Nina Zenik (who i also probably based her personality off of)

Also fair warning I can barley understand Nen and how is works whenever it’s explained so yeah here is me bullsh*ting it 🧍🏻‍♀️ I tried for y’all though...

Hisoka x fem!reader

TW: Hisoka being Hisoka, mentions of blood and gore (not that much but still), really this is pretty tame compaired to a lot of things on this app, y/n has strong opinions

Why did she have to get tangled up with this clown yet again? No amount of money is worth dealing with this.

At least she had the intuition to view the fight from her room at Heaven’s arena. From the looks of this the two fighters completely disregarded the sanctity of common courtesy as they brought the audience in their petty quarrel.

Men and their egos.

The hypocrisy of the situation never ceased to amaze her.

He’s mad that Hisoka sold out the troupe and had a hand in the death of their members? Really? After they probably done far worse?

She watched up on the screen as the audience members began flying towards the aforementioned clown, internally jerking back as Hisoka’s arm was completely severed.

Just like his fight with Kastro.

But it wasn’t like his fight against Kastro. This was a fight against the leader of the Phantom Troupe and this Chrollo guy….he was no joke. At least in his fight against Kastro it was like a game in his favor. Here though, he was the prey and this Chrollo guy seems vengeful.

As she focuses on the magician, the situation seemed to hit Hisoka.

It was all incredibly dramatic.

And incredibly stupid.

A huge explosion erupted. Bodies piled up. Chrollo’s the last man standing.

Hisoka is dead.

The words chant in her head like a sour requiem. A feeling of dread washes over her psyche. A wave, a panic arises. Her body moves involuntarily and she runs out the door towards the arena. Once she’s there she stills and takes a breath.

Stop being dramatic….This situation is exactly why he asked you to be here.

As a manipulator she could control a person’s hearts. If she was ever caught in a fight she could practically stop an opponent and give them an artificial cardiac arrest, not that she couldn’t fight her way out without her ability. With this ability she was also able to slow someone's heart rate, either calming them or putting them to sleep. The downside of it was that she had to be within a fifteen foot radius of whoever she’s using it on and there needs to have been a point of contact with the other person within an hour's time frame.

Aura is all around the body you see, and the core of it is the heart. If it was any other organ, like the brain for example, without a modifier like needles, her nen ability would not be possible. Call it her individuality complex, but something about modifiers made her equate it to people like Illumi Zoldyck. It left a bad taste in her mouth.

There also was a chance that if she overexerted herself, say stopping more than 3 peoples hearts at a time, she could overwork her heart rate and die. Then again, there are downsides to everything.

Really it was an ability she was particularly proud of. Well she did develop her nen faster than the others. When she showed Gon and Killua her ability they started bombarding her with endless questions. Though there wasn’t a name for it yet. Leorio and his ever present doctor knowledge just kept spewing out heart-related medical terms.

Cardiac is a good name though.

God. She really missed her friends.

At least you get to see Kurapika when this is all over.

Back to the matter at hand. Hisoka is dead and before he died he asked her to restart his heart to bring him back to life. After much harassment from him against her and her friends, she was bound to say no, however fifty-million jenny is fifty million jenny. A bag is a bag, could you blame her?

Schooling her face she enters the ‘arena’, if you could call it that. The place was completely decimated. The ceiling was ready to crumble completely. Dead bodies littered the entire room. The iron smell of blood wafed up her nose, cringing internally. In the middle lies Hisoka, face mauled, a missing nose, and several severed limbs.

Geez, it's like he wants to make her job difficult.

Peering over to the entrance on the other side she spots a certain pink-haired spider. Machi stands above Hisoka as she uses her nen stitches to put his limbs back together.

Oh so this is his plan.

She takes no precaution in disguising herself through Zetsu, as she pulls her face into a stony exterior. It works as the pink-haired woman senses her presence and turns up in arms towards her.

“You” Machi spits out.

“Me” she says mockingly.

“What are you doing here.”

Pointing to the man himself, “The clown wanted me to restart his heart,” sauntering over to where Hisoka’s body laid there, “a fail-safe, if you will.”

Machi rolls her eyes, “I thought a goodie-goodie like you wouldn’t help a guy like him?”

Shrugging her shoulders she walks up to the spider and brushes Machi’s hair behind her ears, “Fifty-million jenny is fifty million jenny.”

Machi doesn’t say anything. Paying no mind the girl kneels down to the magenta magician. His face, once handsome, now bashed and torn up. She wouldn’t admit it to him but she felt a small pang in her heart at the sight of him.

You shouldn’t feel bad. He’s the cause of his own ruination.

Placing both hands on his chest she feels for signs of where his heart is. Once finding it she focuses her aura into her hands and into his heart. Raising her connected hands once she pushes down roughly, in turn restarting his heart. Hopefully he still had some blood flow still lingering in the brain.

It took a minute but after a while of pumping his heart herself she felt his breath even, indicating that he would be fine on his own for now. In a moment of relief she watched his eyes flutter open.

His eyes focused, slightly dazed and disoriented, but surprised that he is seeing at all. Still he sees her towering over him, as icy as fresh fallen snow. Her expression is blank, devoid of any hatred or fondness. Still she’s ethereal like this. Light shrouded her like a halo, as if she was an angel of death. For a moment he thought he had died and entered a Heaven he did not deserve.

What a welcome sight <3, he thought.

Machi looked at the pair stunned. So that’s what her nen ability is. Chrollo isn’t going to be happy about this. Slipping past the pair, she left the room to tell her boss about this new development.

“What a coincidence Y/N, I didn’t know you cared about me this much,” his signature smirk marring his face. She watches as he fills his gapping nose with bungee gum and covers it with his texture surprise.

Vain as usual.

She scowls at him, “I care about your wallet,” saying it as coldly as possible.

“Ouch that hurts~”

“You literally just died.”

“So now your concerned, hmm~”

Rolling her eyes she asked, “Well, I hope you learned something from this experience.” Raising her hand she checks his pulse, “What are you going to do about Chrollo and his gaggle of arachne?”

“This was a sort of wake up call so to say~,” he sits up moving closer to her face, eyes darting towards her petaled lips. He reaches over to caress her face, but she swats his hand and glares, “From now on I won’t give my opponents a choice when and where we fight, it makes things more...interesting.” The magician reveals at the thought.

Oh how magnificent our fight will be, Y/N

“As for the troupe, I plan on hunting them down,” he moves closer to her ear and then whispers, like a promise between two lovers, “one. by. one.”

Leaning back to see her cold exterior crumble was a sight to see. Her eyes, wide and shocked, looked like a doe in headlights. Her mouth, deliciously agape, felt tempting to touch. There he was, powerful and sadistic Hisoka, toying with whether he should worship the woman in front of him or break her.

Decision, decisions.

“Either way I’m going to need someone to rip their hearts out with.”

Oh~, this is where the fun begins <3

#hisoka #hisoka morrow #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #machi komacine #phantom troupe #chrollo vs hisoka #main four #hxh #hunter x hunter #as always in my writing y/n is a baddie #stan a queen who is in her bag 🙄🤌🏼#felt real creative when i came up with that nen ability #y/n with a personality gives me life #slight phantom troupe slander

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reelwriter19 · 4 years

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Lights Out

Pairings: Erik Stevens X Black Reader

Warnings: ANGST, Fluff, implied smut

Word Count: 2200

“Shit!!!” Erik yelled accompanied by a loud thud so jarring it woke you out of the first sleep you were getting in days.

You replied in a pleading, groggy whisper. “E please! You’re gonna wake the baby. What the hell are you doing anyway?”

“The power went out…and he’s already up.”

You heard your sons faint cry on the monitor and rose from your favorite armchair in the living room like a zombie to go feed, burp, change, cuddle…whichever of the nine things, if not all, that he required at this ungodly hour. You chose to nap here because Erik was PMS’ing…again. You knew raising a child with this stubborn ass man wouldn’t be easy, but lately Erik was on another level of pissing you off. His latest complaint was the fact that you babied Bakari too much.

“But he’s 4 months old E!” ...you exclaimed. He thought he should already be sleeping on his own.

You argued that you’re still breastfeeding and it’s a trek to get to him in the middle of the night. “Are you gonna start producing something more than keloids and muscles out of that chest for him instead?!”

You knew there was a root cause to Erik’s frustration, but you also knew that he needed time to express his feelings. Extra time that you didn’t have to give right now. So, for the third night in a row, he went to bed angry, while you took care of Bakari in his nursery and attempted to find peace in your comfy chair in between.

Brushing passed your husband without so much as a glance, you walk towards the hallway.

“I did that already.”

“You fed him?”

“Yeah..”

“And changed his…”

“Yes Y/N…that’s what I’m sayin, damn.

Bakari’s cries got louder by the minute.

“E…I’m exhausted. Don’t come at me with this attitude tonight ok?! I’m not beat for your shit right now.”

You make your way into your sons’ nursery and gently lift him from his crib. He’s beyond fussy but won’t latch on…not hungry. His diaper is dry…wow, Erik actually did that too. Bouncing Bakari lightly as you pace the room, you start to hum a melody hoping this will work.

“He’s hot…” Erik appeared at the door. “He’s pissed cuz there’s no air circulating. I opened the window, thought the rain would calm him down but clearly. Come on, let’s go…”

You look down to see three bags at Erik’s feet, one being an expertly packed diaper bag.

“Go where E? It’s a whole storm outside. And it’s 3AM.”

“The rain let up and it’s not windy anymore. Don’t you trust me?” You scoffed…

“Just come on girl.”

The three of you piled into Erik’s huge truck. He held the door as you secured Bakari in, choosing to sit next to him in the backseat just in case he started screaming again. Movement always helped when he was this antsy, but you were way too tired to do your usual laps around the loft to get him to sleep this time.

Erik slammed the driver’s side door, which of course scared the baby, making him scream yet again. You shot him a cold look in the rearview mirror.

“My bad.”

Addressing your son in baby talk…

“It’s okay my love…don’t cry. Daddy’s trying to take your place this week. Did he steal some of your diaper’s tonight Bakari? Is that the real reason why he was in your room?? You can tell mama…”

Erik just shook his head. Your teasing, the AC blasting and the sound of the open road actually did the trick. Bakari went from sobbing to giggling to REM sleep in no time. You didn’t bother asking Erik where you were going because, let’s be honest, you knew he wasn’t going to tell you anyway, so you decided to knock out also.

2 hours later

Erik hopped out of the truck and took the bags in to the house. He then gently took his son out of his seat before waking you up.

“Y/N…babe we’re here.”

“Are we back home?”

“Well, home for a few days yeah.”

You reluctantly took Erik’s hand as he helped you out of the car. One quick but GOOD nap wasn’t going to make you suddenly forget that you were mad at him.

“Did you remember to bring…”

“Your pump? I got everything Y/N. And whatever I didn’t pack is available here.”

Erik led you into a BEAUTIFUL beach house. Still holding Bakari, he smirked at your reaction to this surprise. Kissing you on your temple, thoroughly amused at your shocked expression…

“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go put him down.”

You couldn’t even answer. Mesmerized by the sound of the waves crashing, you walked towards the back of the open concept house in awe. The infinity pool overlooked a beautiful pre-dawn sky and the smell of fresh air hitting your nostrils was intoxicating. Truth be told, you wanted Erik to rip your clothes off and take you right here on this patio, but you needed to suppress that urge for the time being.

He walked up behind you, slowly placing his arms around your waist. It had been days since he touched you, his unexplained mood keeping you both in your individual corners of the boxing ring that had become your home. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to lean into him. He traced a line from your ear lobe to your shoulder with his lips. You were a goner.

“Baby…who’s house is this?”

“It’s ours.”

You turned to face him. Erik had a sly grin on his face, a sight you also hadn’t seen in a very long time. Playfully hitting his chest… “Erik stop playin’. Did you steal this house? Are the owners on vacation and coming back in the morning? What’s the deal? Should I go grab Bakari now or…?” Erik caught your hand as you pretended to walk away. He had to admit that he missed this side of you too.

“It’s kind of an inheritance thing. T’s dumbass was gonna get rid of it. Talkin’ bout some…’N’Jadaka, I live in Wakanda, why on earth do I need a house by this polluted Californian ocean?’”

You were laughing hysterically at this point. You loved when Erik impersonated T’Challa’s accent…he was SO BAD at it. You were softening up again, dammit this man was good at getting you to let your guard down. You moved closer to him, hands on his shoulders as he bit his bottom lip….he knew that made you weak too. His hands were now roaming your hips and cheeks.

“Oh really…that’s what he said huh?”

“Yep, just like that. So, I told him, T, don’t you dare get rid of this house. It’s a family keepsake, you know. My badass wife and beautiful son deserve this house T. So here we are.”

“Here we are….”

His lips finally overtook yours. All concern for previous arguments melted away as Erik lifted your legs around his waist and carried you to a lounge chair. He then ripped your clothes off and had his way with you. Filling you almost immediately, the sound of the crashing waves was no match for the moans you released finally feeling his touch again.

A little later…

You walked back out towards the pool wrapped in a blanket to rejoin Erik who was still sprawled, bare chest and as sexy as ever on the chaise lounge. The sun had just started to rise, and you couldn’t be more grateful for this moment with your man.

Nestling back into his side, Erik’s hands found their way back to some of his favorite spots on your body.

“Is he ok?”

“Yeah, I fed him, and he went right back to sleep. I think he loves it here too.”

“Y/N, I owe you an apology.” You stayed silent, this was rare, and you didn’t want any sudden movements to make him change his mind. Erik wasn’t big on words or explanations. He covered you and Bakari like no one else could. You felt protected and loved beyond measure, but there was something about having a child that opened up a new well in Erik’s heart. You fell more and more in love with him in these last few months, which was why the difference in his recent behavior had caught you so off guard.

You sat up slightly to face him, encouraging him to continue.

“I started having dreams about my pops. At first, they were nice, we’d be chillin at the playground when I was a kid or on the courts playin’ ball. He’d be laughing with me, pushing me on a swing. I’d smile cuz I’d think about those times that I’d have with B…then the dreams got dark. My mother would appear, her eyes real dark, black…and she’d end up killing me or my father in one of the dreams. Every time she’d laugh about it and I couldn’t do anything but watch. I was stuck in the corner of the room, in that same blue hoodie I was wearing when I found my dad. She’d walk over and whisper shit like, ‘you’ll never have what we had’, ‘you can never be free’. And then I’d pop up.”

By the time he finished there were tears streaming down both of your faces. You kissed his away and held him close.

“Erik, I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I wanted to; I just didn’t want to scare you. The first time it happened it was really late, and you were in the other room singing to Bakari. The two of you were so peaceful…so I just listened to your voice with him and that calmed me down. I had another one a few days ago. She was in our room, standing over B’s rocker, just staring at him with those dark eyes. Then she looked over at you sleeping with your hand on him. I was stuck to the damn bed, couldn’t move. That shit was so real Y/N”

“That’s why you didn’t want him in the room.”

“Yeah…I’m sorry. I just didn’t know what to do. That seemed like the most immediate solve at the time.”

You readjusted to straddle Erik’s lap. Your love language was touch and luckily you knew Erik found peace the closer you were to him. You felt his heart beating as you retraced the scars on his chest. You steadied your hand there for a minute as he continued.

“T noticed something was off with me…”, finishing the sentence in unison…

“…because he’s T.” You both laughed. You were so grateful for his family and the second chance he had been given with them, in these very moments especially.

“Anyway, his nosy ass told my auntie about the dreams, but she really helped. She reminded me that my parents really did love me, even my mother. And that the dreams were just traces of my old life of violence refusing to die. I guess because…”

“Because you don’t think you deserve this joy…a chance at real peace?”

“Yeah…” He tried to break his gaze from your loving eyes, but you wouldn’t allow it. You held his face and kissed him softly. You moved slowly, hoping that the connection of your lips to his would somehow reassure him of who he was…recharging him in some way.

“Erik Stevens. N’Jadaka. You are my king. I loved you before I knew about your past, I loved you after I found out all of the secrets you tried to hide and since you’ve made me a mother to our gift, I’ve managed to love you even more. I feel safe, adored and beautiful when I’m with you, baby. And you know what, that little boy back there already loves and adores you too. You can calm him down in minutes…you already make him laugh. I know this hasn’t been easy, but you’ve earned this happiness. Life isn’t perfect, babe. But all of that darkness is behind us now. Let me be here for you too. We have a very bright future ahead, but I need you present and here with us to enjoy it…all of you.”

“I gotchu princess. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Erik suddenly had a mischievous look in his eyes. You jumped up because you knew him all too well, but not fast enough. He started tickling you and laughing like a lunatic.

“Erik, stop! Your behind goes from 0 to a thousand in seconds!”

He pauses for a minute, getting close to your ear.

“Let’s make another baby.”

You laugh even louder now at this ridiculous notion and try to escape his arms.

“Uh huh! This birth control stays IN Mr. Stevens! Too soon…WAY too soon. I don’t love you that much.”

He chased you inside and into the bedroom. Hovering over you on this perfect king-sized bed, ready to pounce. There was no way you’d be willing to have another baby this soon, but there was absolutely no harm in practicing the latest techniques with this gorgeous man you cherished while Bakari finally slept peacefully in the other room.

#erik stevens x reader #erik killmonger x reader #erik x reader #blacklove #marvel universe #family #blackout #reelwriter19 #oneshot #black panther #black reader

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dumbass-mha-simp · 4 years

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Hawks x Reader

This is very self indulgent tbh. Mostly gender neutral but does mention make up. Also the reader has mega family trauma cuz same.

Warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, reader is drunk but keigo is vv respectful & doesn't try anything, reader doesn't talk to their family, past family abuse, reader is kinda mean to him at first

I wrote this at like 4am and my phone is wonky and keeps autocorrecting "you" to "he" for no reason but i did like one quick pass through before posting so hopefully it's good enough, this is probably one of the first times I've actually published my fanfiction so hopefully it ain't shit,

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For the last couple months you've been teasing him. Practically any other girl in your position would swoon in your position. But where's the fun in letting him get what he wants so quick?

Pro Hero Hawks, had seemingly everyone wrapped around his finger. With eyes pierced in deep gold and, blazing, ruby red wings, it's hard for anyone to not be attracted to him.

You stood in the back corner of a "special hero party," trying to discern if you should sneak out and do anything more interesting than standing with a bunch of other heros.

"Hello there, beautiful." A thick and sweet voice called as you turned your head to them. "Looking lonely all alone back here, let me join?" Hawks, the number two hero was offering to stand with you. Staying it is I suppose.

"I admire your work, you're really dedicated kid. I like watching your stuff." He says taking a slow sip of his drink.

"You? You watch me?" The disbelief of it rung through in sarcasm. How were you to expect someone like him watched your work. You continued sipping from your drink, even if it was a boring party there was free fancy alcohol and that's all a hero could ever need.

"I wanna see more of you, and not just on the screen or anything. I want to get to know you, you know, maybe take you out a bit, hottie." He uses his middle finger to gently lift your chin up.

"And why do you think I'd immediately just accept some date from a guy I've never even talked to?" You dryly laugh out taking another sip.

"C'mon pretty thing, you know me. Your friendly neighborhood Hawks. The hottest, and most loved person you'll ever meet."

"Ah that's what you are, the hot, amazing, charming, hero to any and all." You scoffed

"The one and only."

You spent the rest of the night either playing hard to get, or annoyed at him. You couldn't exactly tell.

This carried on for months, every event you attended, he was right there on your heels like an abandoned, clingy puppy. He's even started patrolling with you.

"Say when are you gonna quit and just accept a date dollie?" He charmed up behind you.

"I'm at work, Hawks." Your boots cracked on the wet pavement as the last bits of rain desperately clung to the air.

"Why do you play so hard to get?" He questioned in a more serious tone. He was genuinely curious about you. "Most people would kill to have me begging for them, let alone after giving me to cold shoulder so many times." You could hear the upturn in his lips as he spoke.

"Why do you happen to find me the one person worth going for?" You retorted back.

"You interest me. There's very few people I'm genuinely curious about, but one of them's you, kid." He looked up into your eyes from the street. Something you'd never thought you'd see in Hawks' eyes was sincerity over such a topic. He genuinely wanted to know you.

".........Let's just say letting people in isn't my forte." You say quickly but with a slight hint of pain. You begin to walk off again and he doesn't question. He doesn't push you to tell him why. But you could see the way he processes your words on his face.

A bar, on a Thursday night, alone. How pathetic of you. Luckily you had no work tomorrow, a big mission the week before let them cut a couple weekends longer. As you downed your refill you questioned how many you've had.

"How long have I been here?" You whispered slightly to yourself before bringing it to your lips.

The warm rush reflow through your body as you let yourself fall to it. The bartender looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"I'm cutting you off for the night." He looks earnestly at you.

"Now that's not very nice there." You laugh back at him.

You pull out your phone and attempt to call some friends but lucky enough for you, you chose a night they were all at work to recklessly get drunk in the middle of the city. The only other contact you could think of was Hawks.

There's no way he'll pick up. He's gotta be busy. I could find literally anyone else to do it. You mutter in your brain as you go into his contact and start a call.

It rings twice before his voice calls out to you. "Hey this is hawks. ... (Y/h/n), are you there?"

Okay act cool and sober. "Heeeeyyy bird." Shit.

You could practically feel his shit eating grin across the phone. "You in need of a hero babe?"

"Can you please pick me up?" A whine took over your voice. You hated being drunk in front of people like him. That soft affectionate side seems to burst its way out when the alcohol takes control.

"Tell me where you are birdie." He said as you heard some ruffling. "(Bar name idk)." You rough out tiredly.

"Be right there angel." He called before hanging up.

You put the phone down on the counter and groaned. Why him? You try so hard to make sure you don't fall for people. They always end up like the last. You feel like they stop caring once they really meet you. Like they don't want the cake after the first bite.

Used, alone, and forgotten. It's a stabbing feeling that your used to. A feeling of burning heaviness in your stomach.

You sit slumped down onto the bar contemplating your feelings for the winged hero for awhile. Why can't emotions just be controlled?

"Hey-o!" You heard a voice from behind you break through the thoughts corrupting your mind. Hawks smiled and thanked the bartender before reaching his arms around you and helping you off the stool.

I didn't know he could be so gentle..

He walked you out the door and held your arms softly, but supportedly as he looked you in the face. "I'm gonna fly us okay? Don't wriggle to much." With that he picks you up and starts beating his wings.

"Hawks?" You call slurred and quiet.

"Yeah, kid?" He glances down at you with a light smile.

"What's your real name?"

"Well why would I tell you that when you refuse to tell me yours so often?" He chuckled.

"(Y/n) (y/l/n)"

"W..what?"

"My name. It's (Y/n) (y/l/n)." You replied back.

You could see the confusion of your open demeanor. But there was something else in his eyes. Something you couldn't put your finger on.

"Soooooooo....." you trailed off with a smile.

"Keigo Takami." He chortled at your ridiculous smile.

"That's a lot prettier than I thought it would be." You stared into his face. How could anyone not find him attractive. The perfect mix of facial hair, jawline, that dumb grin that was insanely attractive, those eyes that were the perfect gold.

"You're gorgeous, Keigo." You whisper more to yourself than him.

"And you apparently drank a lot more than I suspected." He tried to brush off but you could feel a bit more heat from his face.

"Here it is." He lands gingerly and places you down on the ground, wrapping his arm under your shoulder and holding onto the small of your back. "Let's get you in bed."

"Have you eaten today?" He calls after setting you on the couch and going to the kitchen to get you some water. You shake your head and he looks a little concerned but doesn't push it. He hasn't either so late take out it is.

"What do you want?" He looks to you above the old paper menu he has saved from a place not to far from here. "Cuddles." You pout looking through your phone.

"I meant for dinner (y/n)." He laughs at you. "Oooh that makes sense." You laugh too, "anything with noodles and shrimp, I reaaaaally like shrimp." You smile at him wholesomely as he looks at you with the same missing thing as earlier in his eyes.

He orders for the both of you then takes you to the bathroom and sits you on the counter with your bag. "Makeup remover?" He asked placing your bag on your lap. You pull out some individual wipes as he gentle pulls them from your fingers and moves the bag to the side.

He softly wipes at your face as you close your eyes and focus on the feeling of his hands. After wiping the makeup off he wipes down your face with water to make sure there's no remover left either.

"Beautiful. Now do you want to go watch something while we wait for the food?"

His eyes gleamed at you and it filled you with that feeling of admiration. He was being so considerate and kind. Nothing like you imagined. You were safe. Safe here with him by your side.

You placed a kiss to his cheek.

"(Y/nn)," he closed his eyes softly taking in the tingle of where your lips pressed. "You're drunk off your ass, baby. Lets get you fed and in bed, dear." You nod tiredly as he pulls you down from the counter.

You sit back down on his couch as he answers the door and takes the food. "Someone order shrimp?"

"Oooo!" You clap your hands rapidly and look to him excitedly. He giggles at you and hands you the food.

You sit and eat together. Talking about whatever comes to mind first and building on from wherever it wandered.

"So, what's your family like?" He asked innocently enough. "Eh." You brushed off. A subject you never liked was family.

"I get that." He tried to laugh but it seemed forced. "I was born with two parents and couldn't get a single one to even care about me." You laughed to him.

"Do you talk to them?" He looks like he wants your answer. Like he cares about what you say.

"I try not to. I cut them off when I was a teen, everyone blamed it on me being a dumb rebellious kid. No one ever tried to see what happened in those walls." You trailed off.

"Were you hurt?" He tilts his head as concern covers his features. "That's an understatement." You force a smile back at him and take a bite.

"I...I think I kinda understand what you feel in a way." You meet his eyes as they lazily traveled to the floor. His thoughts stiring from behind his pupils.

"No parent buddies?" You put out your hand for a fist bump. He laughs and fist bumps you, "Yeah, no parent buddies."

You lean a bit closer to him. "I'm sorry you were hurt. They didn't deserve the control they had over you." You went a bit more serious as you draw your eyes up to him.

"Im sorry for you too." He breathed out to you. "Now let's get you in bed." A smile took over as he moved your empty food package onto the table and picked you up.

"PUT ME DOWN KEIGO!" You laugh and softly hit your hands against him. He laughs with you then throws you onto the bed.

"Why am I on the bed?" You frown. "Why wouldn't you be?" He looks as he places your water on the night stand next to you.

"It's your bed."

"And I get to choose who sleeps in it."

He places a feather-light kiss on your temples then goes to the door.

"Keigo-" he turns, "cuddle me?"

"I'll clean up and be back here soon okay?" He smiles at you. "Okay"

After twenty minutes of struggling to keep yourself up you feel a weight press into the mattress, keeping some distance.

You roll up next to him and wrap yourself around him.

"Sweet dreams Keigo."

"Goodnight, (y/n)."

And there he was when you woke up. Right beside you. After awhile you got used to seeing his face when you woke up. Always being able to see the look in his eyes you tried so hard to put your finger on. The lovestruck stupid he was for you.

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brideofcthulhu10 · 4 years

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How would the boys react to their s/o teasing them to the point of them snapping? X)

Oh you thirsty, thirsty fang babies. Do y'all realize my most liked and shared post is the Soundtrack Sex post? Alright you little hungry bats, only cuz I love y'all. Keep in mind since I've done a few like this before, I'm going to be diving more into each guy's individual kink. I think all of them are into some form of bdsm but to varying degrees. They're sadistic killers after all, so they'll crave that same control over their s/o. Again with each vamp having his own preferences. Get ready because this gets pretty graphic. Y'all better appreciate this, it took me two and a half frickin' days!

The Lost Boys Get Pushed to the Brink by Fem!S/O

18+ CONTENT WARNING: Sexual Themes, BDSM, Potential Triggers, Offensive Language! READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

David

David knows all too well what you're doing. You must think you're quite clever. The way you sway your hips when you walk across the boardwalk, dropping your purse "accidentally" and bend over to get it, pressing your breasts tightly against him for even the most casual hug. Don't think just because you're in public he won't fuck you here. David has no patience whatsoever. What he wants he'll have. You're not nearly as sneaky as you think you are when you press your butt against his crotch, leaning back so your lips are just brushing against his neck sending tender little breaths across his chilled flesh. He'll run his hands over any exposed skin you have, and just below your ear he'll coolly growl little threats.

"If you continue to tease me, little doll, I am going to fuck you until you shatter."

The words will send chills down your spine and light a fire inside you. That's not a warning, that's a challenge. When it's finally too much he'll tear you away to the nearest dark corner and rip your panties off. Just look what you did to him, the way he throbs until his erection is aching to break free. You will remember who is in charge when he hoists you right on top of throbbing his cock, balancing you with ease on his hips. He doesn't even have to hold you up, and instead uses his other hand to choke the pretty little words from that naughty mouth. Cautious not to strangle, he’ll tightly press his thumb right over the prominent vein in your neck savoring the rush of blood just beneath the skin.The gruff moans he huff out make your eyes roll back with delight. David loves the way your flesh clings to him, but you better not make a sound. If you even so much as whimper he halts his motions, leaving your body starved. No one is allowed to hear your moans but him. David doesn’t share in any way. Afterwards don't even bother asking for your panties back when you two sneak out of that secretive corner. He'll stuff then in his pocket with the most villainous grin you have ever seen.

"Consider it punishment for being such a wicked little minx, love."

Now if you're in the hotel you're not gonna get very far teasing him. He'll raise a brow, just barely looking up from his book to see you in that skin tight dress, it doesn't take him long to realize you are without a bra. If you don't come to him when called, he'll go to you. You haven't even seen speed until you deny your lover his precious doll. In a flash you're swept into his arms, thrown atop a bed laying flat on your stomach. With a slow touch, David will lift your chin from behind and lean himself against you. You shouldn't have run, shouldn’t have hid your perfect body from him. When you're alone he drags it out so much more.

Leather clad fingers will tease your lips, pushing ever so slightly but denying you the sweet release you so desperately yearn. He's such a cruel one taunting you, massaging your tender breasts just whispering into your ear. Naughty girl, are you wet already? He's just barely started. With a flick of the wrist he snaps his belt from his pants, dragging the cool leather piece over your exposed cheeks. The sting across flesh makes you moan, and again he sends a strike. David’s low chuckle is addicting. He takes a moment to admire your quivering form, tempted to leave you begging for more. That's what he wants more than anything. David desperately craves your wanton voice crying for him to defile you. He’ll just sit back, watching you lay in place. Don’t move, he’ll tell you. Instead he’ll order you to play with yourself. Show him how badly you yearn for his touch. The power fuels him, looking at your glossy eyes while your finger yourself, whimpering his name softly. When you close your eyes it breaks contact, and again he crashes the leather into skin. Never hide from him. The sensation is enough to entice a moan from you, the muscles squeezing your fingers spasming in delight. So, you wanted more. He’d chuckle again. You’re such a silly thing. All you had to do was say so. Slow strips of red surface over your ass with every erotic whip. He’s cautious to etch the border between pain and pleasure, never crossing the threshold. It’s give and take. He sees the way it sends you into a tizzy, which in turn only excites him more. Cum drips down your thighs, but he’s not ready to let you finish. Slowly David will peel away his gloves, taunting you with his precious touch. Clothes are shed to the floor in a mass of black. Lifting himself on his knees he runs a hand down your back. He taunts your soaked pussy with the belt still tightly grasped in his hands. Just look at the mess you’re making. When he pauses, hinting at his next strike you beg again.

“Please, what? Tell me what you want!"

“I wa.. want you.. to hi...hit me again..”

“Hit you..? Where? I don’t even think you said please, you greedy girl.”

“P-Please! M-master please! Hit my pussy! I-I can’t take it, please"

The hit stings, but it sends a bizarre pleasure through you. They mix in a sickly concoction. A heat of fire that causes your lips to pulse, and when he hits it again your eyes spin backward into black. He takes your wrists slowly and pins them behind, leaning over your body with his erection just barely grazing you.

“You did this to yourself, baby doll. I warned you what would happen, didn’t I?”

The wrought leather strap constricts your arms, binding them to each other while you lay face down on your knees. He’s left you completely exposed to him, ass eagerly in the air. Soaked sheets caught beneath your knees, any orgasm he had led you too was quickly denied, leaving you crashing back at the bottom just to be built up again. You're so wrapped up in the pleasure of it all, you don't realize when he commands you to scream his name; he's actually begging. Say his name. He has to hear it, he needs to hear your voice cradle his name perfectly on those luscious lips.

When you give him what he commands he finally takes you. With a hand pinning you down by the back of your neck he'll ram himself so deep you fear you may break. The twisted slaps of flesh crashing against each other is nothing compared to the crying whines that echo these endless halls. Everything is spinning, your walls are torn away leaving you to spiral into madness. Every thrust presses you further beneath. You are at his mercy, and there will be none tonight. Each orgasm you had been denied came flooding back in wild waves, spilling out onto the mattress below. His name practically burns your tongue, there is no other word you worship so endlessly. This creature of the night had you under his thumb. Tonight he had more than your love, more than your body. He was taking your soul into his hands and locking it away. Time is lost to the world. There is no before or after. Now just went on forever. Surroundings blur into wild smears of color. There is nothing beside the bed you two laid upon. His moans are a godsend, they caress your ears. Velvet, silky, David is all you know. It's a tirade of sweat and leather, stained in his cum. You can't even breathe as he fills you in floods, it's just this trembling simper. Not a drop is wasted inside your precious womb. When all is said and done, and you are a cum drenched mess David is, for once, genuinely tired after such heavy petting. Do not fear, lovely. He would never leave you to wallow in filth after he had battered you so. Its almost fluid the way he wraps you beneath fresh blankets, pressed to his panting chest. There would be no rhythm to soothe your body, rather his hypnotic touch bringing you back to Earth. With a cigarette already lit clutched between his teeth he'll coax you into taking a slow drag. You savor the bitter, ashen taste that burns your mouth. The plume of smoke leaves a veil of fog around you two, laying together while he softly praises you. His frustration was long gone giving way to his tender kisses trailing across your rosey cheeks utterly flushed

"You were such a good girl, baby doll. You did wonderfully my little kitten, I couldn’t ask for a more precious gem. Rest, you deserve it. I’ll be here when you awake."

Dwayne

Dwayne is a closet pervert. He's a lot more modest than the other guys, which is ironic considering his attire, or rather the lack of it. But it's true, he's not the type to fuck in the back of a McDonald's by the dumpster just because you went a day without undies. When you show up to the boardwalk in a low cut top he'll aggressively clear his throat with the reddest face you've ever seen. Flustered is an understatement. He'll suddenly comment how cold it is tonight and immediately sling his jacket over your shoulders. So what if he's shirtless? He doesn't get cold.

It's extremely hard for him to resist you when you're running your hands over his chest,sliding your wrapping your arms around him just playfully running your fingers through his hair. It aches, he can feel his zipper about to burst. That leopard print strapless dress doesn’t leave much to the imagination, including your bare breasts left braless just beneath the fabric, it's just perfect under his leather jacket. He’ll swallow dryly. When no one looks he feels your mischievous touch trails down over his caged erection eager to taunt his libido. One wouldn’t assume Dwayne could get so pent up, but when he’s pushed to the brink all bets are off.

You never expected to awaken a panther inside him once you two were alone. Those chocolate eyes were predatorial, wild, and that's when he takes you in his arms. A single kiss is enough to knock you off your feet. It’s melted heaven dripped onto your tongue. He draws breath from you, slowly peeling off his jacket. Your skin is so soft beneath torn, calloused fingertips caressing those trembling bumps spreading through your body. Chills, utter chills. You can’t help but rock your hips against him. Wandering lower he cups your butt until you’re tightly pressed again him, pausing those kisses. His words are soft, a sweet wine that gives you eternal life.

“Tonight, your soul is mine”

The way his voice rumbled deep in your core pushes you forward, hungry for more. But his cruelty surfaces. There will be no wild, tearing sex. He wants to drag it out. Making love can’t compare to those moments when he lays you on your back just to worship your sprawled figure. The deep, dark cave is barely illuminated by the wild flicker of candles wedged inside discarded wine bottles, the warm slips of light dipping over every curve in your body. You look like a goddess to him, and tonight you’d meet your god. Kisses trail up your silky legs, the way he shifts over you is like a tiger ready to pounce. Eyes eat you alive. His teeth drag, leaving tender little love bites. It’s an agony of anticipation swelling you. With a firm grip Dwayne tears your dress from your very body. Those same calloused fingers that taunted your skin now trailed over the dips and folds of your thighs tracing over your pelvic bone. A cascade of black hair veiled his face when he leaned in. You couldn’t see it, but you could feel hungry, labored breaths taunting your exposed womanhood. You draw in a sharp breath when his tongue slowly drags from the base all the way up and over your clit. The sensation envelopes you in waves. Slowly, aching, toe-curling licks prod at you, one after another. You wish he’d speed up, but he has you exactly where he wants you. Begging for more, utterly helpless to his will- just like you did to him. Fire wells in your lungs as you’re only able to writhe beneath him. Resistance was pointless, that iron grip kept your hips perfectly in place. He teases at your clit with wicked flicks, tracing around your most tender place. Grasps of his hair are clutched between your fingers, but it only excites him more. Dwayne will grant you mercy, slipping his tongue inside to lap up your sweet juices.

It’s impossible to truly describe the ecstasy he sends you into, Your legs hook over his shoulders just grinding your hips into his masterful grasp. Shuddering moans reverberate in empty halls, waves serenading just beyond. That edge is so nearby, dragging you by your ankles until your back arches upward. Karma is a cruel mistress indeed. Dwayne’s tongue slithers out leaving a trail of slippery fluids behind. If you try to move he’ll climb over your body, his hands pinning your arms above your head looking in your eyes. Again that monstrous tongue taunts you. Twirling over your perked breasts. With his other hand he prods at your entrance, never breaking eye contact with you. The sheer intimacy of it all is utterly ethereal. When you hear his hungry grunt just under your breath just feel another pull at your abdomen. It’s just too much, you need him. More than ever before. “Dwayne,” you whimper, thighs trembling under him. “P-Please… I..”

“Say it, princess…”

“I need you… D-Dwayne I… I need you”

You’re dwarfed beneath his body, lifted beneath your butt with his hips pressed into your lower half. Something burning pushed itself tightly in. You were barely able to accommodate his size even with how much he had spread you before. Each thrust pushed your body back further into the mattress, firm hands keeping you crushed against his heaving chest. You wrapped a leg over his wait using the base of your heel to push him further inside. Dwayne pushed against your womb desperately trying to pace himself. When he pulled back a slick suction coaxed him back inside, contracting muscles clinging to his veined member. You feel a dull ache in your back all the way up to your shoulders that tightens when he digs himself deeper. His lips caress yours, tongues eagerly tasting one another until you lock lips. He begins to moan louder. It’s a deep, almost bear-like growl. There’s a rapid pace to his thrusts now. They become erratic bucks, moans lost in each other’s mouths until you feel that familiar throb inside. It’s a burn that practically melts you. You feel more fluids squishing out, your nails dragging up his back tearing into skin until his hips stall. It’s a perfect moment, Dwayne lifting his head letting you gaze into his dark eyes carrying a flickering flame. You’re veiled beneath his hair, unable to hold back your glowing smile. When he pulls out to lay on his back you nestle in his arm up against his chest, listening to his shuddering breaths. There’s not much that can be said after that, you’re so worn out that you can barely keep your eyes open and simply savor his company until exhaustion lulls you into a heavy sleep in the arms of your lover. You definitely had to start teasing him more often if this is what you got.

Paul

That boy will chase your butt even if you weren’t teasing him. But catch him off guard, and he’ll make you regret ever getting him that pent up. You knew exactly what was up when you showed up in that busty shirt giving him a mouth watering view of your glorious tits, a teenie little miniskirt clinging to your figure, those hot fishnets under a pair of biker boots, immediately he already tries to swoop you into his arms- except you beat him to the punch. Your breasts press tightly against him, hands wrapping around his waist while you go in for the kill. Oh when you kiss his neck it makes him melt. Fine if you wanted to play, he’d play. And he’ll win. When you think it’s safe he’ll sneak up behind you to get a good handful of your ass, burying his mouth up against your neck growling into you. That’s when you start grinding it up against his pants and you’re really not surprised that he’s already hard. In a quick slip he catches his hands under your skirt.

Oh this just keeps getting better. You filthy kitty cat. He’s had enough, he pulls you to the alleyway in a mess of hot kisses. There’s barely time to react, his tongue slithering in to taste every inch of your mouth. There’s hardly a struggle when he tears a big enough hole in your fishnets for him to get access to your glorious pussy. There's the echo of vulgar clapping barely kept under by the hustle and bustle just only feet away. Paul isn't about to cover your mouth. You don't get the luxury, he wants to fuck you until the whole state of California knows you live for his cock. You shouldn't have pushed him, because now he's determined to make your head spin. The rough concrete walls scratch up against your shoulders, your front completely crushed against his heaving chest growling out snarls and heavy moans. Don't even try to beg for mercy, he'll just laugh. The whole time he's hissing into your ear.

"No more? That's not what your little pussy is tellin' me. God you're so fuckin' cute when you're screamin' my name kitten. Louder, fuckin' louder! I want everyone to know who you belong to!"

If it's not an alleyway he'll happily go into one of the larger ferris wheel kiosks. Yeah he knows you can be seen, barely kept hidden beneath a sheet of metal and a few choice windows. You don't have much choice, pulled into a straddle over his lap as soon as you get on. You're not even ten feet in the air when his fingers start to tease you.

"God you really do get a kick outta makin' me crazy don't you? You're already soaked."

Surprise, Paul had a bit of experience shredding a few tasty licks on a guitar not too long ago. Why did that matter? Because once those appendages slithered in, you almost immediately let out one of the loudest moans of your life. The way they pushed past his knuckles, swirling around, curving up hitting the sweetest spots even you hadn't touched before. It's impossible not to tightly cling to him. While you're utterly incapacitated he'll tear down your shirt and twist your pink nipple between his thumb and point finger. He'll tease you, suggesting maybe you oughta get them pierced. If you try to pull away he'll glance up towards the other kiosks just barely out of sight and smirk pulling you back into place. After all, we wouldn't want everyone else seeing how dirty you were. Everytime your body adjusted to the size he'd slip in another finger. Those muscles just sucked him in so perfectly, your sweet juices drenching his hand as he dug further inward. The moment you whine you're going to come is when the fun really begins. Paul's not just going to give it to you. Oh no, not yet. After all, you teased him, made his poor dick ache until it almost broke his zipper. It was his turn to tease you. You could hear his belt clink against itself and his fly slowly drag down. His cock practically whipped against your pulsating entrance once released, but rather than ram it right up inside where it belonged, he'd grab you by your chin and boast the most cruel, wild smile you'd seen. Stuffing himself inside, he halts watching your head immediately knock back at the sheer rush of pleasure that sent your back muscles into a spasm. With little effort he bounced you atop his lap. But you've still got a lot to make up for. Even while he penetrates you he's shoving his fingers inside as well until you're completely full, wiggling his tongue across your tits. The sensation makes your mouth hang open. There's no moans left. Just guttural whimpers barely able to make it through until you are left panting for air. You can't even keep your eyes open, it's too much to take. When you're on the brink of climax he'll halt again, burrowing his throbbing cock so deep you swear it's about to break your womb. The torture is unimaginable, he's just firmly wedged in place sending spasming pulsations that spread from the inside out. He fought the urge to ravage you. His revenge was just too cruel to give up now. WHen your hips tried to shift he planted them firmly against his naked pelvis. “Don’t fuckin’ move, or I’ll pull out.” The tight ache of your stomach just grew and grew but there was no relief! You beg wildly for him not to stop, tears edging the corners of your eyes. Do it more. Scream his name!

Everything inside burns white hot, gushes of sticky wet juices squirting onto his lap and the seat beneath you. For a moment you could feel your soul trying to fly away. After all you just experienced nirvana, fucking Valhalla on steroids. It's easily a good five minutes before you can even speak instead of just moaning out slurred vowels. When you do come to, you immediately slug him in the shoulder. Jeeze! You were teasing him, he was just flat out torturing you! "Well next time don't fucking tease me, my dick was just dying for you, kitten!" After you've got feeling back in your legs he'll release the ferris wheel attendant and take you out for a sweet treat, probably ice cream. Oh yeah! He almost forgot. You watch as he fishes out a pair of your panties, a souvenir from your many sex exploits. Don't get him wrong, he'd rather you be commando, but you were still oozing out cum. Besides, he wasn't patient but he could wait an hour to tear into you again. W-wait? An hour? Again??

Marko

The moment you stepped foot on the boardwalk he knew something was up. Since when did you own a skirt that short? You practically jumped into his arms when you spotted him, a chill running over his flesh. Your bra was missing, perked nipples rubbing into his chest just beneath the tight fabric of your shirt hugging your breasts perfectly. Now he’s not nearly as ballsy as Paul or David, he can’t just fuck you in the alley. Well, he could, but the situation called for drastic measures. He wasn’t about to give you the satisfaction of riling him up. Rather, he has to plan this out just right. Revenge is a dish best served cold- WHICH ISN'T EASY WHEN YOU'RE OVERHEATING HIM!

God, it aches! Half the time he doesn’t leave any sort of counter or object he can lean on to hide away his pressing member begging to be unleashed. Plans would have to be dragged out, apparently this naughty girl wanted a whole date to torture him with. At the arcade he nearly lost his damn mind when you bent over to fish out your quarters from the machine. Yooooouuu vicious kitten, this was torture! When he stuffs his hands in his pockets he finally finds your panties, snuck in there while you had been hugging him. While you tore it up at the pinball machine he’d lean on you from behind. From any outside point of view it was just a boyfriend hugging his girl from behind. What couldn’t see was Marko’s hips grinding into your tender body barely kept safe under that tiny cut of fabric. When he whispered, he’d warn you what’s going to happen if you keep all this behavior up. Do you want him to go crazy, you wicked kitten?

“Careful what you’re doing, baby girl,” he’ll hiss in your ears, his fingers just barely brushing across the edge of your skirt. “When I get you alone… you’re mine.” At first it seems like a bluff. However you didn’t often send him into a fuss quite like this. Any teasing was at the hotel, little kisses and bites. Never was he denied for so long leaving him clinging to you. Every grasp craves you, but no matter how he snarls wicked begging into your ear you torture him further, even slipping from his arms when he least expects it. Tender kisses could never reach the passion you taunted him with. The loss of touch leaves him cold and yearning for more. At his brink, Marko practically tears you by your waist into his arms, jagged blue eyes cutting past your mischief. He’s taking you home. Now.

The entire ride across wind blown dunes and crashing shores he never releases you. Even as you rapidly step over debris scattered around the hotel’s entrance he cuffs his fingers around your slender wrist. Tonight you’ve made a very grave error denying him. For hours. Hours! Hours of watching you saunter about with nothing beneath, egging him on until he was ready to break. Now, it was his turn to punish you for your wicked ways. Marko had always been a tender lover, his dominant behavior kept cautiously under wraps. After all, he was afraid to frighten you off. No longer. With a firm flick of his wrist he practically throws you on the bed, pinning you in place by your neck. The force from the fall alone nearly knocked the air from you. There was an eerie silence for a moment, a dark tension emanating off of your boyfriend. His breathing would be sharp and trembling just barely keeping himself composed.

Honestly the urge to smirk is just too hard to pass up. Marko loved to tease you, rubbing up against your butt, nibbling on your neck when no ones looking, yet throw you in some tight clothes where he can't have you and suddenly it's unfair. His kisses ravage your mouth. There's little room to breathe. Wet appendages spiral in desperate taste for more. It physically hurt you to feel him pull away, leaning forward trying to keep the kiss going.

"Uh uh," he taunted, fangs poking through his smile, pushing you onto your back again. "You were too cruel, baby girl. Now I get to have my way."

Using the panties you had previously crammed into his pocket he tightly tied your wrists together until the fabric began to dig into your flesh. Slowly he trails his claws over your clothing, tearing through it in one painstaking cut leaving your body utterly exposed to him. The cold night air dances around you, any movement halted as if invisible strings held you in place. Hungry gazes froze your blood. Flicking his thumb nail just over your pelvis, Marko savored the tiny hiss you unleash. Little beads of ruby decorate you with an enticing aroma. Pulling himself between your bare legs he took a slow, deep inhale of that hypnotic ambrosia. His tongue dragged over your wound sending a thin sting up your thigh. While his tongue tore at bloodied flesh his gloved fingers traced just over the flesh above your clit. The anticipation alone made your toes curl. Time slipped through your fingertips tips like sand through the hourglass. Every painful minute he edged closer to you, and when that cold touch reached your aching mound it swept away your thoughts in one foul swoop. How he managed to leave you so weak from a simple touch was beyond comprehension. You tried to squirm when he pet at your entrance with a single finger, but he immediately hooked his arm around one leg while using his knee to pin down the other. "You're not getting out of this," Marko hisses, pressing his nail into the wound until a trickle of crimson fluid spilled over into the crevice between your thigh and pelvis. He tempted it further, smearing layers of color across your womanhood watching it stain.

Already drips of clear, slippery fluids drenched his fingers, just barely pushing in to feel your muscles tighten. Any contact swallowed them. If you were a good girl and held still he'd push further, tempting a third finger. Now come on, he knew you could do better than that. In went a fourth, spreading you open watching with amusement as all your juices spill down onto the mattress beneath you. He laps up the sweet taste, sucking it off his fingers and leaving you still aching from more. Just look at you, so eager for him to be inside you. Marko throws his shirt and pants to the floor. You can see his pulsing shaft pressing up against the fabric of his underwear. Firmly he pulled you up by your bound hands, teasing your bottom lip with his thumb. He’d rub his fingers against your tongue, the soft appendage wrapping excitedly over his knuckles. With his freshy wet hand he'd pinch your nipples, waiting for the inevitable whimper that gave him an opening to ram his own tongue back inside your mouth. A vulgar string of saliva barely kept your mouths connected when he pulled away, holding up your chin with his pointer finger. "I think you need more than just a little tease, don't you?"

When you nod he weaves his fingers beneath your hair and grasp it towards the scalp, bending your head back. Fangs brush on your neck, tugging at tight skin easily broken. Laying with his back against the headboard he yanked you over to him, pulling you down so you were balancing on your knees and forearms.

"Suck it." The command was so firm, you almost thought you misheard him. No, you wanted it so bad? Fine. Now you got it. Open up, or he'd leave you drenched, trembling, on the edge of orgasm. With wrists still restricted you pulled away his boxer unleashing his wild erection that eagerly pressed against your mouth. Marko will sit like a king in his throne with fingers woven through your hair. He makes sure it's all out of the way and in his grasp, watching your mouth bobbing up and down his shaft leaving slippery trails of saliva in its wake. His hips will begin to buck on their own with his tip grinding into your tongue. There’s a small push at the base of your skull, coaxing you further down. “There you go baby, get as much as you can fit in there, suck it nice and good.” You can feel his muscles tense under your grasp but you don't stop, continuing your relentless barrage until he snaps. All that pent up ache will flood your mouth in one foul swoop. It's hot, sticky, sweet and before you dared to open your mouth he pinched your nose. You better not waste a fucking drop. When he’s felt you’ve learned your lesson he gently pulled you on top of him, teasing your aching lips, swelled, pulsing, begging for release with the burning tip of his cock. You were such a good girl, taking all of him in like that, think you can do it again?

Leaning back with you on top where he can watch you, he rocks his hips back and forth with such force it bounces your breasts, his conniving whispers commanding you to never look away. His icey blue orbs lock with your own. Utterly hypnotic. Sloshing squelches of liquids were churned around inside you. It pushed further with muscles tightly contracting around him. Your body is coated in a tender mist of perspiration, whimpers and whines creating a symphony of erotica that leaves you feeling a well of humiliation. There’s nowhere to hide from Marko’s prying eyes, he’s watching every curve, ever fold, every perverted expression contort your beautiful face and he lives for every moment. Your hips move on their own, grinding your clit against his pelvis while his veined shaft spirals around inside you. Vision fades in and out, all you can do is feel fire running through your veins. He felt so cold inside yet it burned. As you edge towards climax Marko lifts himself up and hooks your bound arms over his neck. Your raw nipples rub up on his bare chest, burying your face into his neck where a mass of messy curls cradle you. The intoxicating scent of your body sends him into a frenzy, grasping your ass assisting you in slamming down harder and harder until that deep, overwhelming tension bursts like a flooded dam. A rush of liquids squirt out, feeling him stretch out your insides. It fills you, and rather than pull out he holds you in place. The sensation of you pulsating causes his hips to buck until he slams into your womb with a final spray of cum painting your lower abdomen. Barely able to pull himself out he releases your raw wrists, stealing a hot kiss from your quivering lips. You just look so cute painted in his cum. Maybe next time you’d think twice about taunting him. Now that your punishment has finished, he crashes onto his back with you on top. Even he had to catch his breath. There is no guilt, but that doesn’t mean he won’t praise the hell out of you for being such an angel. He’ll practically hum when you play with his hair while he rubs your back, peppering kisses all over your head and cheeks.

“I’m… sorry for teasing you,” You whimper out, nestled in the crook of his neck. His chuckle makes his chest spasm, lithe fingers tracing shapes over your shoulders.

“Don’t be sorry baby girl, you did amazing. Maybe next time I’ll try to be gentle, hm?”

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JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

GUrll ur so sexy... Like you're Hot. I don't care if you were bullied in school, you're sexy, they lied.

Also bitch I KNEW i related to you too much our ascendants are both in leo we're so hot.

Ok ok no now I'll stop complimenting and start with the roasting here we go:

So the sun is your sense of "self" it represents you on the more base level i guess you could say, like what most people think you're like is represented by your sun. With Sagittarius being your sun it means you're very energetic Especially for those things you are passionate about, you might have gone through a LOT of hobbies, only a few of them stuck around but you like to try things. You're curious about the way people's minds works, you wanna figure them out. If the conversations you have don't involve some form of psychoanalysis or philosophy you might loose interest. You are a Talker, maybe you talk very fast or you are often told to lower your voice but you don't do it on purpose you're just very very animated. You are kina volatile, in the sense that you value freedom in everything, love, work, hobbies. You have a huge rebellious streak and you kinda like testing your luck. Think adrenaline junkie. It's cliché but with this much Sagittarius in your chart you prob love traveling, like i said you will chase freedom because you associate it with happiness. If you find people that make you feel free then you feel happy. Rules don't go well with you. You don't really like being involved with fights per se but you LOVE debating, if you can beat a motherfucker with nothing but facts and logic you will and you will enjoy it.

Your way of flirting or making friends is "lowkey bullying" or my favourite "verbally throwing hands". If they shoot back you get heart eyes (my mars in sag agrees). You can be tactless as fuck tho. Like you will say some outrageous shit that MIGHT be funny if the timing is right or MIGHT make everyone in a 5 mile radius mad.

I NEED to talk about your moon in sag bc Babe, babe the moon tells us about our emotions and how we deal with them, how we express them and how they shape us. But BABE. Sagittarius moons are so bad at comforting people it's embarrassing, trying to make them think of smth else or do smth else to distract from the situation is NOT a good way to deal with your emotions... Avoiding your emotions like the plague is not gonna invent a vaccine... Saying "everything is fine :)" DOESN'T MAKE ANYTHING FINE PLEASE GO TO THERAPY. ok to give you some credit, you don't let shit bring you down, no matter what you always get up and that is a *strength* that i admire, but love you're burning the candle at both ends, especially if you get yourself in More problems by trying to distract yourself from One problem.

Also you've had a horsegirl phase or a dog obsession phase or both huh. AND your love language is sarcasm but the type that you will make someone laugh when you're insulting them. You're also hilarious irl you're prob the "funny friend" but with that scorpio mars and venus baby inside ur sad and dark as fuck ripp.

I also wanted to talk about your mercury in sag... Babe... Do you know what a brain to mouth filter IS?! do you recognize that word?!?! Cuz you have never used yours i think. Like you are hilarious but that's because you have dolphins in the head cavity baby. Not trying to say you're stupid, you're actually very smart and opinionated, probably have been told that you'd be a great lawyer or smth. But miss gurl please think before you speak for the love of god ur gonna make someone cry. Also ur mouth is foul. Have you ever spoken a sentence without a "fuck" or a "cunt" somewhere in there?! God bless.

Now for your scorpio Venus I'm just gonna say, more confirmation that ur Sexy as Fuck, scorpio venuses are just sexy, amazing partners, VERY passionate, whoever dates you will never forget you, for better or for worse you'll forever be on the back of their mind. You had a harsh emo phase huh, maybe loved some obscure shit like witchcraft or just love dressing all black like someone's mother died, i bet you wear silver jewelry a lot, maybe necklaces or rings or chockers. If this isn't how you dress now it was prob a major phase in your life. Or maybe you just love horror movies idk

Being as passionate as you are you don't take well to being mistreated or lied to, you might like to plot revenge and things like those, you wouldn't do anything... You actually prefer letting things go but you WILL make an elaborate scenario in your head at 3am or even as you stare right in the persons face.

With mars in scorpio you might be kinda passive aggressive, maybe you act like things don't really bother you but you throw a comment or two once in a while just to stir the pot bc you can't move on lmfao.

You are attracted to people that are introverts or generally just mysterious, like i said above the nature of the Sagittarius is to Learn and to Study. People that you can't immediately figure out intrigue you. All your crushes are either on geminis or water signs lmfao.

The best careers for you are the ones that allow you some freedom of either movement or expression and something that can keep your mind from flying away, something that keeps you intrigued, like research or writing. You're a very "all or nothing" person and it can sometimes scare people away, i advise you to work on compromising, being less stubborn and more open with your emotions and desires.

(part one bc I'm taking too long and I don't wanna keep you waiting so much) I'll reblog this with part 2

Alright here we go part 2 of Roasting hella until she finds out I'm hiding in her walls.

I will skip over some planets that are Very slow moving and usually don't talk about you as an individual but refer to your generation as a whole.

I wanna focus on lilith for a sec bc worstie lilith talks about our fears, our more "darker" side that we hide from ourselves as well as the people that we love. Lilith in aries in the eleventh house tells me you might be afraid to take charge, you gravitate towards positions of leadership but you let go on the last second, almost afraid to have too much control, very often self sabotaging your own success. Your anger and you own ambition might scare you, you might be afraid of appearing too aggressive bc under your skin you have a deep rooted anger and rebellion that you wish to relieve but you can't find a good enough outlet, some things soothe it but you always feel like it never leaves. It might be related to some form of resentment that you never truly dealt with and now it sits uncomfortably with you and you just can't get over it and it bothers you. You might have been shy in groups as a child, maybe you talked a lot but it was always from a fear of the silence not always because you had something to say. The eleventh house is that of groups and friends and social awareness, technology and your hopes and wishes for the future, having lilith in this house talks about someone who had a hard time feeling comfortable around people OR someone who wasn't very accepted. You might have desperately wished for friends but have found it hard to find any. Or if you did, you deep down felt very alone. I would advise to learn to accept your anger and deal with it in healthy ways instead of brushing it off and repressing it.

The north node talks about what you need to focus more in your life for example in your case with Gemini in your North node you need to focus more on your communication letting go of anxiety and your relation with other people you need to become more interested in intellectual pursuit and growth. You need to let go off the need to always be right and look more at details instead of focusing on on the bigger picture all of the time. When your North node is is in Gemini then your South node is in Sagittarius which tells me that what you should focus less on is your pursuit of freedom and your rebellion. Be more aware of your words and use them with maturity.

Now let's have some fun with the ascendent in leo which we share and now i see why ur so relatable. The first house or the ascendant is that very superficial layer of our personality, it includes the way we carry ourselves, our style, the little habits or quirks we have. One thing about leo ascendants is that we have an obsession with our hair. Hair is important to us, some have huge hair that might remind you of a lions mane, others just have very unique style or color but we ALL are lowkey or highkey obsessed with it, either constantly touching it, pulling it, chewing on it, cutting it or dying it in unique ways you name it. You might have a rather large nose or cat like eyes.

This ascendent is full of life and light, very funny, light hearted and luxurious, you want to live that good life and i don't blame you. A negative aspect is that we come of as intimidating to others. ALL of my friends AND my ex have at some point told me I was intimidating to them. It makes us prone to overcompensating for it later in life so maybe now you're super outgoing and extroverted and you approach people first and try to be super friendly. Also you're an attention whore (affectionate) with a flare for the dramatics, very flamboyant, you basically fill the room with personality, it attracts attention and you love it. You're what people would call a "sunny" person.

You're hella competitive (get it lol) and you LOVE fighting your way to the top and crushing the competition. You're probably a weirdo that low key likes school. Not the way it's run or the teachers or whatever, but the "idea" of school. If you could just learn all your life you absolutely would.

Second house in virgo. The 2nd house is the house of money, work, income, daily routines, values, material possessions, habits, work ethic ect being in virgo it means you can have an extremely good work ethic, you put a lot of thought in planning and mapping your work, you might get overly critical on your work though and often undermine your own success and efforts because they didn't fit your impossible standards. You can be very organized in your work, you want things to be a certain way and if they don't follow your plan you will Make them. Its a good position for virgo but yoh need to be aware of not overworking by trying to do Everything on your own. Let others help you, and let people in your work do their own things don't try to help if not asked to because you will overwork yourself.

The third house is that of the mind, thinking, communication, siblings, interests and early education, in your case it is in Libra which means that you're early education might not have been very stable or it was a period of time that you look back with a lot of fondness but not much substance. You are a good talker but you get lost when it comes to details, you are indecisive when it comes to settling on an opinion on something if you don't have All the facts first, you always want to be right. You are pretty open minded and easy to talk to but you might have the bad habit of rambling off topic. You change interests constantly and you prob like to talk about others, you wanna know the tea if it kills you. You prob had a crush on a childhood best friend or on a hot neighbor. Your relationship with your siblings might be pretty good, friendly, no particular resentment or anything like that, you might be the one that everyone treats a little better, people let you get away with things more often, you might be the one that takes 2 hours in the bathroom lol.

Oof fourth house in scorpio babe how are the mommy issues? 😬 How is your relationship with your femininity? Having trouble with keeping secrets? So the fourth house is the one responsible for your home roots, your family, self-care, emotions, your mother, women and your femininity and having Scorpio here tells me that you might have very strong ties to your family, but they weren't healthy or emotionally supportive. You have grown with people that might have undermined your emotions, people that didn't teach you to set healthy boundaries and maybe even manipulators and gaslighters. You might have been the type to put your foot down a lot a home, assuming a very dominant role as well as the defender. You're very private about your family life and don't want to let people too close.

Ah i just noticed u have like 3 planets in this house including ur Sun and Moon, babe this house is what you need to focus on when you go to therapy. This almost secretive, guarded approach to understanding your own emotions is very prominent in how you see yourself, how you feel and with Pluto there, how you change. I could say the biggest changes in your life have happened in these areas and they have left the biggest impacts on you. Yes you are passionate and protective but don't let bad feelings marinate forever, address them and then move on from them because they're just weighting you down.

Fifth house in sag, also the house of your mercury. This house represents Love, romance, creativity, self expression, joy and childlike spirit. It tells me the way you express your creativity is through words which makes sense since you're a great writer, but not only, the way you express Love is also through your words, expression and free thoughts are your way you tell your loved ones how much you mean to them, think poetry, long rants, music recommendations bc of specific song lyrics, you have been writing form childhood and it's one of the ways you express your view on beauty as well, to you love is freedom and freedom is expression.

Capricorn in the sixth house paired with both uranus and neptune being in it tells me there is something about your knees, joints, bones or teeth in particular that stands out when it comes to your health, maybe you tend to break your teeth, maybe you like chewing on crunchy foods, maybe your joints crack a lot, idk but I'd drink my milk if i was you, take care of your joints and bones. Also for you, being emotionally unwell often translates to being Physically unwell as well, so be mindful of your emotions because they do affect you physically. You need to keep hydrated also and your health plan needs structure for it to work bc that neptune makes everything very chaotic and uranus constantly makes you bored and wanting to spice things up. Take care of your emotional needs just as much as you would with your physical ones. And for the love of jesus be CAREFUL with alcohol or smoking because that neptune in ur health house could mean serious trouble if you let it become an addiction, don't push it.

Aquarius in the seventh house of relationships, marriage, contracts, business partners ect means you are untraditionally traditional. That makes sense in my head let me explain. Aquarius is a sign that seeks individualism desperately, it likes to feel like a special person, impossible to understand. Yet always feels comfortable in the structure of traditional and safe paths. So for example you might marry someone in a way that is not traditional but at the end of the day you wish for your marriage to have a stability you would feel safe falling into. Also it says ur gay. Air signs in the relationship house says ur gay i Make the rules.

Pisces is in the eighth house of sex, intimacy, shared finances, inheritance, taxes, loans, property, mystery, partner's resources. This tells me you fuck with feeling lmfao. Or you simply make your love life something "special", a connection that only you and ur person can share, it's what makes you an amazing lover and an unforgettable one as well. But as amazing as you are at creating a otherworldly atmosphere, ur just as shit at setting boundaries and saying something when you don't like something. You don't like to see things that you love ending and a failed relationship makes you blame yourself too much, you have the tendency to stay in situations where you are being mistreated but you tell yourself It's on you.

A recurring theme I'm seeing is some weakness when it comes to liars or manipulators in your life. So either you irrationally fear people are lying to you because you "lie" to them about yourself or a lot of people in your childhood might have used lying or gaslighting as a way to keep you under control. I would advise to try not to overthink and become paranoid, people love you and they believe in you and they aren't deceiving you, they don't secretly mean something different from what they have said. Listen to your intuition about people sure, but don't confuse it with anxiety.

With lilith and aries in the 9th house of travel and higher education and religion I'm gonna assume you might have religious trauma. Religion might have been a way that people used to try and control you, if not religion then some form of system or government law. Being queer i completely understand the sentiment but in your case it's take a step further because you Value the ideals of this house so much, with lilith here, it's like at som point in your life you were finally awakened to how much injustice there was in the world ant that has made you very inclined to take action, you cannot stand unjust government or non tolerating religions. You might have felt crushed under an unjust system and it took you a lot of will and conviction to find your individuality and build yourself how you wanted once you were free.

Your midheaven in taurus tells me you are one that will achieve any goals you set your mind to. It might take you time, you might procrastinate around it, but at the end of the day, you will do it and you will do it well and it will be rewarding. If your father isn't a Taurus then he was a stable figure in your life, very much a rock for better or for worse. In your career life people will see you as very competent, very down to earth and helpful but you know you just procrastinated till the last second possible and stayed up all night do finish your work... You will seek careers that you believe will guarantee you stable income and a comfortable life. You might indulge in luxury from time to time because you think in order to get the position you want at work you need to look the part. Ultimately it's your sheer stubbornness and spite that gets you all the way up to the top of the food chain.

The eleventh house of groups, friendships, humanitarianism, and social awareness is in your case in gemini. It tells me you value friendship extremely and you surround yourself with a diverse cast of friends, you couldn't mix your different friend groups if you tried and you have tried. You have the habit of being too friendly to everyone which makes you end up with more friends than you know what to do with. You are approachable but people can get the impression that you are putting up a show or a facade and your emotions arent genuine, it's not always the case but you need to be more truthful and assertive, put some boundaries and don't let people get away with shit you don't like. Your public persona is very well liked, seen as fun and bright and smart and overall a joy to be around.

Now that last placement... 12th house cancer, i have the same placement and babe I'm sorry for all the shit you have been through. You deserve the freedom to be unhappy and to express that unhappiness in healthy ways. You deserve to be given unconditional love and support no matter how many mistakes you say you have made no matter how overly pessimistic you are about yourself it doesn't matter you're amazing and i love you and you deserve the world.

With jupiter the planet of expansion in the 12th house of endings, spirituality, solitude and karma?! Gurl i did say u were a cult leader but i didn't think it was astrologically backed up rippp. But it also says you might have a hard time getting the motivation to finish things, you might take a long time to finish a project. This house placements also tells me you're amazing at writing emotional ass fantasy stories which by now we have confirmed, but if you have like, an original idea for a book don't hesitate to get it started babe bc u have a very promising placement for that. Don't get too dragged into a sad whirlpool of emotions and daydreams but bring your creative ideas to life and you'll be fine.

This is all I'm doing today and i think it's enough lol. I'm posting this I'm sorry to my followers for the long ass post I'll tag it so you can filter it. This was a whole psycho-astrological analysis of our favourite writer Hellspawn1975. I have wanted to study her like a new lizard species for a while and i finally got the chance thank you hella for the opportunity.

Final words to @hella1975 i hate you and I'll fuck ur mom tomorrow, gn babe <3

#warning long post #long post #i am sorry #after intense study of this species i diagnose her with #gay homosexual gay #thank you everyone

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Day 26: Doll

warnings: captivity, fear, panic, vaguely asshole-ish giants

sequel to day 17: roasted!

Virgil woke up slowly, relieved to have gotten enough sleep that his headache from earlier had faded. He sat up slowly, cracking his neck, and then tilted his head curiously at a hollow thunking sound from nearby. He looked down, wondering what the hell was making so much noise this early in the morning, and caught sight of the jar in his cloak pocket.

Oh, right. He had a whole new headache to deal with.

The human was yelling at him, banging his tiny fists against the walls ineffectually and spitting vitriolic human curses for all he was worth. Still, the individual words were muffled pretty effectively by the thick glass of the container, so Virgil had no problem ignoring him as he rose to his feet and shrugged out the kinks in his back.

He sniffed the air, ignoring the permeating human scent around him to scout out the nearest large water source. He’d slept all night, and if he wanted enough energy to pass through the next town unnoticed, he’d have to hydrate and find something to eat. Enchantments didn’t run on nothing, after all!

Luckily, there was a river nearby, and he meandered through the woods and hills at an easy pace until he could crouch and drink his fill.

“Let me out, you great gluttonous creature!”

He pointedly ignored the protests as he wiped his mouth, rising back to his feet. Water had been obtained, now something to eat. He brushed his hands through the trees until he found a hollow trunk; the poor thing had fallen victim to a lightning strike and was well and truly dead. He began to pry strips of it off, easily biting into the tough, burnt bark.

Before long, he’d uprooted the whole thing and left only freshly-overturned dirt in its place. The human had gone quiet at some point, and when Virgil glanced down to check that the little thing hadn’t spontaneously combusted, he was looking up at him with the nervousness of a mouse facing a hungry cat. Virgil rolled his eyes, pulling the jar out of his pocket to look at him better. “Quit it. I’m not going to eat you.”

“And why would I ever believe that, coming from a giant?” Roman sassed, glaring up at him fairly fiercely for someone trying to hide wobbly knees. The human had guts. Virgil was almost impressed.

“Because I’m not in the habit of eating humans, no matter how irritating. Clearly, whatever they’re teaching you slayers is out of date if they haven’t even mentioned natural giants.”

“There is only one kind of giant! The evil kind!”

Virgil frowned and flicked the jar in retaliation, knocking Roman back to the bottom of it. The glass echoed with a hollow tone, and the human clutched his head for a moment before glaring up at him again.

“If you aren’t going to eat me, then what terrible plans have you concocted instead? You must at least grant me that knowledge!” He asked, not moving from where he was laid out flat on his back.

Virgil shrugged. “Dunno. Haven’t really thought that far ahead.” He pushed a few treetops delicately out of the way with his free hand. “I’m not letting you go, ‘cuz you’ll bring back more pests and I’ve got business in these parts for a while longer, I don’t need the added stress of looking over my shoulder for slayers every minute of the day. Besides, I don’t pity you enough to just let you off with a warning.”

Roman scowled, kicking against the glass petulantly as though Virgil couldn’t see the trembling in his legs. “Just kill me now then, beast! Surely, you can’t intend to venture through the towns ahead with such a burden?”

“You’d think for a guy in a jar you’d eventually start to understand that you can’t order me to do anything. No accounting for stupidity, I guess.” Virgil lifted the jar up, expression loosening slightly with amusement as Roman scrambled in an odd crabwalk to press against the far wall of it, glaring at him. “Actually, though, I totally can take you into town without a problem. Here, watch.”

He clasped both hands around the jar despite the tiny prince’s protests, and focused on his size-shifting spell. The smell of ozone split the air, his vision blurring and bones creaking until he snapped back into awareness at a much different angle. A much smaller angle.

He was human-sized, now, including all his garments and gear, which meant that Roman was now splayed out in the bottom of the jar, the size of a doll to any random human child. He grinned smugly, turning the jar to show off the new perspective. “There we go.”

Roman shot to his feet, pressing his hands against the glass and staring at the huge landscape around them. “I’m... small? H-How-?”

“I told you.” Virgil wiggled his fingers, sparks weaving between them in a complicated pattern. “I’m much more powerful than a shifter.”

“No… No, this can’t be happening…” The human sat back down heavily, looking stunned, and Virgil frowned slightly. He looked like he was taking quick, shallow breaths, and his face was pale.

“Relax.” He commanded, tilting the jar slightly to snap Roman out of it. The human jolted as he slid to one side, looking up at Virgil with wide red eyes. “You might be doll-sized, but as long as you stay in the jar, anyone who wants to get to you has to go through me. And trust me, you’re staying in that jar.”

“Re- Reassuring.” Roman griped sarcastically, but he did seem to regain some of his previous bravado at the reminder that Virgil wasn’t planning on killing him right away. He climbed back to his feet, pointing at Virgil dramatically. “Whatever… Whatever dastardly plot you have, villain, I will not submit no matter my size!”

Virgil rolled his eyes, tucking the jar back into his cloak as he spotted the town on the horizon. Slayers. Drama queens, every one.

“Whatever you say, Princey.”

#g/t #giant/tiny #sanders sides #ts virgil #ts roman #writing #my writing #oct prompts #hiddendreamer67 prompts #sorry for the delay i caught a really bad illness and ive been sleeping it off #sheer atrocity #sa

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detectivejigsawpines · 4 years

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ORN-Part 12 (Lex talionis)

Ford was an absolute heel.

Actually he deserved a far worse description, but until he could think of one that was harsh enough he was going with “heel.”

At first, all he felt was a kind of numbness in his chest, and all he could do was stand there, staring at his twin’s back. But slowly the full impact of Stan’s words sank in-you didn’t. Say. Anything; I’m pretty sure if I dropped dead nobody would care; It hurts that all it took was one dumb mistake for you ta throw me away-and then the pain came, both vicious and visceral, sending him stumbling back against the cave wall, and from there sliding his back down until he was sitting on the floor.

Ford’s vision was suddenly very blurry, and there had to be a leak in here or something because there was water on his face, except it was a lot warmer than he’d expect cave water to be, and he knew what was really going on but he didn’t want to admit it since their father had drilled it into him so many times that Men. Didn’t. Cry.

Ford closed his eyes, and bit down on his hand, trying to calm himself or at least keep it quiet; he didn’t deserve comfort, even in the unlikely event that Stan would be willing to give it, so he didn’t want his brother to feel any kind of obligation to do so.

Despite his best efforts, though, it was ten minutes before he opened his eyes again. To his relief, Stan hadn’t left; he was still sitting with his back to him, visibly shivering. Ford rubbed his face on his sleeve, and then cleaned his glasses of the “cave water.” His head throbbed, a sign that he’d gotten dehydrated during the last ten minutes of just sitting here and letting “cave water” drip on his face and it was giving him a headache; Ford dismissed it as immaterial in comparison to figuring out what he should do now.

Stan’s dumb mistake that had bruised Ford’s ego seemed so minor now compared to the damage he’d inflicted in return. His brother didn’t even seem to see himself as a person anymore; he’d accused Ford of “throwing him away,” like he was a broken toy or something.

He remembered what Stan’s reason was for coming here in the first place: someone had told him Ford would destroy the world if he didn’t. He didn’t think he could come for any other reason, so as a result he’d spent five years living on the streets.

And it was all Ford’s fault.

Ford swallowed, hard, and felt his eyes fill up again. How could he possibly fix all of that?

He looked down at the teeth still clenched in his hand, which he wished now he’d never bothered to pack.

And he came to a decision.

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“Stanley?”

His brother didn’t acknowledge his voice.

Ford cleared his throat and stood, grabbing the lantern and heading towards him. He stopped three feet away, and spoke again.

“Stanley...I’ve been a terrible excuse for a brother.”

Still no reaction.

“Please look at me, Stanley.”

Stan’s shoulders tightened, but Ford waited. After a minute, Stan’s head finally turned, and the upper part of his body twisted around until he was more or less looking at Ford. Who held up the lantern, and opened his mouth so he could see the gold sparkling inside.

Stan’s eyebrows, which seemed to have acquired a unique ability to defy gravity as he’d gotten older, rose up into his bangs. He blinked, and then asked, “...Did you wash those before putting them in your mouth?”

“No, I just wiped them off on my shirt.” Ford winced at his own words; he’d forgotten what it was like to wear the truth teeth.

“Ugh,” Stan grimaced, “y’know, it’s been awhile since I last brushed.”

“I’ve been trying very hard not to think about that ever since I put them in, and now that you brought it up it’s the primary thought running around in my head, so thanks a lot.”

The smirk he received was marginally better than the flat, challenging stare he’d been on the receiving end of...but it didn’t last. At least Stan turned around all the way, though.

“It seemed fitting to make my punishment fit my crime,” Ford said, setting the lantern down. “Specifically my crime of forcing you to wear these; though if you wanted to take my home away and abandon me to an impossible lifestyle I wouldn’t blame you.”

Stan frowned, but it was Ford’s turn to keep speaking.

“I was so wrapped up in my excitement over the brochure on West Coast Tech that I barely paid attention to what our principal said about you. And even what I did hear, I told myself was ridiculous-because you wouldn’t be stuck in Jersey forever, you’d come up with some clever scheme that would make you a ton of money and before anyone could blink you’d be gone on some kind of crazy adventure.” He closed his eyes. “It didn’t occur to me that-you wouldn’t see it that way. I should have thought about the fact that you would be listening in, and how words can hurt you just as easily as they can hurt me.”

Without considering it, Ford began pacing back and forth in front of his “audience,” hands clenched behind his back.

“And I was so angry when you just blew off my feelings about my project and tried to get us back to the boat like none of it was a big deal, but...you were just a kid, you shouldn’t have been thrown out like that, and I knew it. Just a kid who’d made a stupid mistake.”

Ford squeezed his eyes shut again, trying to calm himself before continuing.

“I...I know this sounds bad, but I liked the idea of going away to college because it gave me a chance to just be myself. It wasn’t that I didn’t care about you or wanted you out of my life, or that I didn’t like the idea of sailing away from everything-I was just tired of the way people always grouped us together, and the only way they seemed to see us as individuals was if they were making fun of my hands or being jealous of my intelligence, or if you were causing some kind of trouble. And I wanted a chance to show the world what I could do on my own-” he swallowed- “but I hadn’t meant to hurt you in the process. I never intended to do that when I talked to you on the swings that evening. And it never did, but it should have, occurred to me that if you were hurt badly enough you might start to-to think your life didn’t matter anymore.”

Stan stared at him, expression unreadable.

Ford started pacing again.

“I know you’re probably right about Bill, I just don’t want to admit it because everything he promised is exactly what I want, and if I’m wrong about him then what does that say about me, that I can be so easily influenced by someone else’s flattery?”

His shoulders hunched in shame. “Nothing good, that’s what.”

“Ford…” Stan began, but Ford cut him off.

“I’m sorry, Stanley. I’m so, so sorry for holding onto a stupid grudge for so long, especially because in the long run the only person who’s suffered because I didn’t get into West Coast Tech is you. I’m sorry it’s taken all this-” he gestured around the cave- “to get that through my thick skull.”

Stan shrugged. “I deserve-” “Stop!” Ford snapped, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him, “Stop saying you deserve to be hurt, you don’t! I almost want to punch you for that, except I realize as I’m saying this that hurting you for saying you deserve to be hurt is a little counterproductive.”

Stan managed a laugh; so did Ford. After a second he released his brother, and took a step back, scrubbing a hand over his face again.

“You deserve better than this. Better than me.”

“Then who’s that leave me with? Shermie? He’s not nearly as fun ta get in trouble with.”

“But he never wanted any of this to happen to you. And I did,” Ford admitted, shame rising again.

Stan stared down at the lantern with a dejected frown.

“...I’m a monster,” Ford whispered.

****

“No you’re not-” Stan objected, looking up.

“I can say it while wearing these teeth, so that makes it true.”

“But I also said that I deserve everything that happened to me cuz of my mistakes while wearin’ them. Ya can’t have it both ways, Sixer. Either we are what we say we are or we aren’t.”

After a moment Ford sighed, and nodded. “I think part of what the teeth perceive as ‘truth’ is based on the perspective of the individual wearer. Which reminds me, you hardly have a right to be criticizing my fashion sense, mullet head.”

Stan looked at a few strands of his hair self-consciously, managing another brittle smile. Then he said at last, “You can probably take those out now.”

Ford pulled out the truth teeth, wiping them on his shirt again. He cleared his throat. “We should figure out what we’re going to do about Bill.”

Even if things didn’t exactly feel resolved between them, Bill had said he was only giving them “a few minutes” to make a decision, and they had taken a lot more time than that; this needed to be dealt with. He hoped that the so-called muse had just given up and left, but something was telling him it wasn’t going to be that simple…

********

Knowing Bill, probably not.

But at least they’ve cleared some of the air between them, right?

#Gravity Falls #stan pines #ford pines #flipside AU #guilty Ford #truth teeth #reconciliation

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kawaiikatanabushi · 5 years

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Hakuouki/Tourabu Family AU Headcanon 1

If Okita Souji was the father of Yamatonokami and Kashuu:

He would be strict when it matters, but more playful and lenient the majority of the time. Ex: "Okay. One more bedtime story after the one more we just had. Whatever. You guys have to learn to read kanji somehow."

To me, they have to be half brothers. Especially, if going by looks. They have enough features similar to Souji, but are dissimilar to each other. Hence, half-sibs.

Souji has an open door policy to his bedroom. If someone has a nightmare, stomach ache, can't sleep or just misses daddy, his futon was made to share.

Supports Kashuu's fascination with nail polish. Wears green or maroon himself, on occasion. Dares the other guys to make fun of him.

Tickle fights, wrestling and snuggles are prevalent in the Okita household. Pillow fights are on Friday nights.

Has to aid Yamatonokami in hygienic procedures: teeth brushing, bathing and hair brushing. The little guy hates being clean. Kashuu can't stand being unclean. However, if daddy takes a bath, both boys will be joining him. Even if he is seeking alone time, he turns to find them at the door.

Either son checks on his whereabouts, continuosly throughout the day at him. "Dad, are you in the bathroom?" Sighs. "Yes." "Oh, okay. Just checking."

Daddy hugs cure every knee scrape. He spends extra money on character bandaids. Popsicles are for fever. Makes a game out of splinter pulling. Surprisingly adept at nursing them, but isn't afraid to take them to the doctor. Any emergency room visit frightens him to no end.

Both sons picked up on sarcasm at an early age. Can't imagine why.

If one son is on daddy's lap, soon the other is.

Correcting his sons in public comes in the form of taking a knee, talking to them in a hushed tone and the behavior dissipates soon after that. Avoids spanking them more avidly than green onions. For serious grievances, time-out, taking privileges away or sitting them both down for a lecture is preferred. He hates seeing them cry. Not an "I'll give you something to cry about parent." His boys mean everything to him.

Feels so guilty if he hurts them while playing around. They are so tiny. He will spoil them with dango if he is the one getting too rough.

The man cannot cook. They survive off of street food, restaurants and ramen noodles. Maybe plain rice for breakfast. The boys let everyone know that daddy can't cook.

For an AU idea in collaboration with @kakkoiikatana, Yamatonokami's mother was Souji's high school sweetheart; a cute, spunky, bubbly and excitable little lady. She tragically died when Yami was a baby. Due to grief and a chance acquaintance, he met Kashuu's mother; she a mix of demure, feist, coy, kindness and compassion with marked fashion sense. Kashuu is born before they decide to get married. She leaves for a time, making Souji a single father. Thus, both boys have their abandonment issues. Yes, it is a bit soap opera.

On lonely feeling nights filled with tragic memories, Souji will slip in and tote the boys to his room. Daddy needs snuggles, too.

On the infrequent occasion that daddy needs a break to be with the guys, Kondou-san, Saito and Hijikata-san are the go-to sitters. Sano is runner up. Shinpachi and Heisuke are no-gos after the test run. He came back to utter chaos each time. When Chizuru arrives, it takes her a while to gain his trust to watch his babies.

He is highly protective of his babies. If anyone bullies his children, even another child, he does not refrain from making his distaste and anger known. Don't mess with daddy. If the boys weren't so afraid of his hostility, they would use it to their advantage. Thankfully, it puts enough respectful fear into them.

He supports both sons equally, but he knows Kashuu is the smarter of the two. As far as schooling goes, it creates an issue, because Yami's grades are average and Kashuu is expected to excel. Having Saito to visit and help tutor is a well-appreciated blessing.

He hates the thought of them growing up and moving on with adult lives, so he takes every moment that he can to be with them. He loves being a dad. He jokes they cannot move out unless they get married and give him grandchildren. Kashuu pushes the notion and Yami obeys. Even when Souji assures them it's a joke, Yami still is happy to stay at home and keep an eye on dad when he is older. Kashuu comes back after learning keeping up an apartment is a lot of work.

They take a few family vacations. He and Hijikata-san double team with their kids. They have a (mostly) rowdy bunch. Horikawa is the biggest blessing when it comes to keeping the peace. Kashuu and Yami go at each other's throats or Izumi picks a fight with Kashuu. If Hori wasn't there to keep the peace and color with the victimized party, Souji and Hijikata-san would throw in the towel.

Having a close-knit family with his Shiei hall friends is vital to the boys' rearing. There is always someone to walk them to the dojo after school and each guy has plenty of advice for the little ones. There is always an open lap at the dojo.

Souji looks to Kondou-san for parenting advice. The man is a master father. The greatest lesson he taught Souji was to love his kids unconditionally and to respect the unique individuals they are. He will always be grateful for that advice.

Still, he does have a tendency to look them level in the eye and say, "No. Not doing that, that's stupid. " It usually involves them manipulating him into a new toy or expensive food. It makes Kashuu mad and Yami disheartened, but a tender hair fluffing usually eases their disappointment.

Daddy is their greatest comfort blanket. Sometimes, wallowing on his chest while dad watches a late night show or movie is the best way to fall asleep.

If either one is crying, they are up in daddy's arms, no questions asked. He'll kill whoever did it later. Even if it was gravity tripping them.

They have no point buying a jungle gym. Daddy is a great climbing tree.

He is fully aware his sons are just as sensitive as he is. He has a limit to pushing their buttons.

In all honesty, he finds it cute when they naturally mimic him. Even their battle craze is cute to him. He may be a dad, but he is still Souji. They will shout "die!" at a video game, too. He just tries to cover it up at an arcade.

They can always ask him anything. He will defer it to one of the Shinsengumi if he is too tired, doesn't know or would rather avoid it.

He has told them never to be afraid of taking a nap in the nurses station.

They are spoiled in many ways and tattle tale on each other, but develope into good adults.

One if the greatest feelings he ever has is when they lace their little hand into his, just " 'cuz."

Souji shows more open affection for them when they are at home and even tells them he loves them before bed. In public, he may receive the affection but reciprocate less. The boys aren't too bothered, so long as they can love on him.

He never knew how much healing having children would be, until he had them himself. He is 1000% against them having the childhood he did.

To them, he is super dad.

If anyone has asks for some other specifics, I can give more! I have so many ideas for this. Next up would be Hijikata-san!

#hakuouki #hakuoki #touken ranbu #okita souji #kashuu kiyomitsu #yamatonokami yasusada #kawaiikatanabushi #kawaiikatanabushi headcanon #hakuouki headcanon #au #random headcanon #souji!dad au #okitagumi!sons au #long post

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xoexoxhoe · 5 years

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Meeting Monsta X in Tokyo after KCON

A/N: YALL. SO- I’m currently in Japan and crying because although im in my mother land- I WAS UNABLE TO SEE OUR BEAUTIFUL BOYS AND GIRLS OF THE INDUSTRY AT KCON CUZ 1) i’m broke, and 2) i’m broke and my dad would kill me if I left my family for that. BUT anyways- I wrote this on the plane because I was just filled with sympathy for myself and literally broke down with my family cause I just wanna be there 😂Hope ya’ll enjoy this imagine! Cuz I enjoyed writing it. (Rant over)

Takoyaki in a park + Tokyo + Monsta X? Oh, sign me up plz 😪✨

MONSTA X & Y/N

The flight to Japan felt way too long for comfort, but you beared with it anyways. The service was amazing, and you couldn’t shake the sense of excitement that you felt as your plane finally touched down in Tokyo. Your mask, sweatpants, and oversized sweatshirt made you unrecognizable to even your own family. Your brother poked fun at you, saying you looked like ‘one of your Kpop boys trying to evade the paparazzi’, to which you nodded and told him that’s exactly what you were doing. He’d roll his eyes as you both caught up to your father, questioning what the days agenda would entail, begging to go and see at least one anime store of the sort.

Your earphones blared a multitude of Kpop songs, ranging from your beloved Monsta X to your treasured ATEEZ. Your parents could barely get your attention after you had a good look at Monsta X’s posters scattered around parts of the airport, all promoting the one thing you truly wished you could attend: KCON Japan.

“Mom, I’m literally going to die if I don’t go one day.”

Your mom shrugged her shoulders, “Sweetie, you never know, we’re here for a few days, maybe you’ll see them after all.” she gave you a quick wink before helping your father with a few bags.

“Yeah, your mother is right, Y/N. We have a lot of walking to do, I’m sure you’ll see at least one famous person.” Your dad heaved your suitcase off of the large conveyer and you smiled.

“Having a hard time there, buddy?” You teased, looking back at your brother for reassurance.

Your dad stuck out his index finger, shaking it while scolding you, “Now, now, don’t start acting up on me just yet.”

Your brother cackled, “Easy, tiger. The trip only began twenty minutes ago and we’re already fighting.”

The car ride to the hotel you stayed at was shorter than you expected, and you enjoyed taking in the beautiful sights of various temples, food stands, as well as locals and tourists alike hustling around the large city roads. Your dad felt the need to find a ramen place as soon as you checked into the hotel and got situated.

“I- I don’t mean to be rude, Dad, but can I go ahead and walk around a bit on my own?” you gave your dad those signature puppy eyes of yours, ensuring that your lips were extra pouty.

“Y/N, if I let you go will you promise to at least hang out with your super cool family for the rest of the trip?”

You winked at your dad after coming out of the bathroom sporting a new outfit and your backpack, heading for the door,“Matta ne! (See you later!)”

Your mom hollered down the hallway as you sauntered towards the elevators, “Back by ten, no later!”

“Ara, umma! (Got it mom!)”

The city of Tokyo was exceptionally beautiful this time of year. The sakura season was coming to a bittersweet end, but the few flurries left of pink flowers signifying that Spring was alive and well created a soft smile that spread across your face. As you crossed a bridge overlooking a small pond, you heard a few shrill screams, causing your head to tilt in confusion. After craning your neck over the trees across the park, you saw a few girls holding pieces of paper with what appeared to be signatures. You rolled your eyes, not at the girls, but at the fact that they’ve probably seen idols who attended KCON, and you didn’t. You continued to walk down the park path, ending up at a bench near a vendor selling fresh takoyaki. The smell was irresistible; a mixture of both sweet and bold flavors wrapped in the essence of crispy fish and octopus. You were certain you weren’t hungry, but your stomach said otherwise.

As you approached the vendor, you pulled out whatever yen you could to match the price of a few cheese takoyaki. You had enough Japanese language skills to get through a conversation with the kind man, thanking him for the meal and heading to the far side of his stand to place a few condiments on your plate. After reaching for sweet chili sauce, you were caught off guard by the pristine porcelain fingers that were now mingling with your own. Soon enough, the hand pulled back and so did you, looking up and bowing, saying sorry a few times before looking the person in the eyes.

With a mouth full of takoyaki as well, a familiar face that you knew stared at you with a sheepish smile, in a shaky voice, he stated in English, “I am so sorry! I reached at same time!”

Your jaw dropped, Yoo FUCKING Kihyun; you knew he was beautiful in pictures alone, but the way his smile captured the dim lights of the takoyaki stand made you swoon. You gained consciousness from your dumbfounded stupor and blinked, starting to speak Korean on instinct, “No! I’m so sorry! You go ahead first!” Your eyes darted to the side of him, and once again, you felt your heart jump.

In a husky voice, Jooheon walked behind him, nagging him about being slow, “Hyung! What’s taking you so long? Shownu hyung is asking for more sauce,” he turned his head to see you and Kihyun staring at each other, “Oh! New friend?”

You shook your head, “I’m so sorry I bothered you!”

Jooheon laughed and his crescent eyes melted your heart, “hey now! No one said you were bothering. Did Kihyun do the awkward thing where he reaches for sauce at the same time as you?”

You gulped, fuck how does he know?

You nodded, “He did- but; It’s fine! Really! I should have been paying attention!” You had a hand behind your head, running your fingers through your hair to distract your nerves.

“AIGOO! Kihyun-shi, you’re so awkward at times!” Hyungwon. With his signature ice coffee in hand, you almost couldn’t contain your laughter and admiration.

“Guys, he’s just trying to make small talk with an obviously beautiful woman.” Changkyun came from behind and gripped Kihyun’s shoulders.

“Yah, hands off.” Kihyun’s goofy smile and the way he brushed off Changkyun’s hands made you laugh as well.

With a small voice you raised your hand, “I… I don’t mean to be-“

You were interrupted by a deep voice, “Kihyun-shi, where’s the sauce?”

Shownu’s tall figure came over to your side and you almost jumped. Minhyuk came to the side of Jooheon with a vlive phone, waving goodbye to the probable hundreds of thousands of fans that were tuning in. “Who’s this?” Shownu smiled, waving at you as you bowed slightly.

“Oh- I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you all.” You bowed yet again, feeling as if you weren’t being polite enough to the people you so loved with every fiber of your being.

The boys all went down the line to introduce themselves rather than doing their typical introduction, and you smiled, thanking them for that.

Jooheon smiled, “Y/N, do you know who Monsta X is by any chance?”

Your cheeks became flushed and you felt yourself get hot, “Uh- Yes! I do…”

“That doesn’t sound too reassuring, guys.

I don’t know if Y/N likes us.” Wonho walked behind you and squeezed your shoulder while laughing, looking into your eyes and winking. This isn’t real.

You wanted to scream, run a million laps around this entire damn park; you were dying to start singing a bar or two of Beautiful, or better yet, start belting Trespass. Your inner Monbebe began to crawl out from the depths of your deep ocean of love for all things Monsta X, but you suppressed it as best as you could.

“No! I actually really admire you all, and on behalf of all Monbebe, I just want to say that we are so proud of all of your hard work and please sleep well, eat well, and live it up.” You snickered to yourself at your Japanese Monsta X song reference and awaited the reaction of the members.

Minhyuk took your hand and bowed, “And on behalf of Monsta X to our Monbebe, thank you for loving us, we hope you all feel our hard work as we continue to progress in our career.”

You were quaking as his soft hand slipped out of yours slowly, followed by his charming smile.

Kihyun shook the sweet chili bottle and poured some into your paper bowl, “I do this and mix the sauce with the homemade sauce here,” he placed another dollop of whatever daisy looking sauce was in the bottle, and all you could do was thank him over and over.

“Hey guys, should we grab a picture with our Monbebe?” Jooheon put up his hands, and the other members nodded their heads in unison. You were frozen, barely able to move with your takoyaki in tow as Changkyun grabbed your wrist and led you to a tree off to the side of the takoyaki stand. Your heart jumped into your throat when his hands grabbed your bowl and placed it on a bench to the side.

“Thank you so much.” You whispered over and over.

“No, thank YOU for not attacking us.” Shownu chuckled and you couldn’t contain your smile this time, staring into the camera as Minhyuk placed a selfie stick in the air, counting down the moments before he clicked a picture. Once you were finished, the boys disbanded from their selfie positions and looked back at you.

You pulled out your Polaroid camera and smiled weakly, “Is it too much to ask if we could take individual pictures?”

They smiled brightly, “Let’s do it!”

After taking brilliantly radiant selfies with each of the members, they grabbed the pictures and signed them, each writing a small note addressed to you. You couldn’t believe it; your cheeks were writhing in pain from the amount of happiness radiating off of your smile and body. They each waved you goodbye, stating that they hoped to see you back in Korea someday, and you lifted your arm in response, allowing your fingers to move freely to send them off. You sat on the bench where Changkyun left your food and stared at your boots in complete disbelief. You found your way back to the hotel around the same time as your family.

“Hey, honey! How was your walk? Have you eaten?” Your mother was at your side stroking your hair.

“Mom; I don’t think I’m gonna eat for the next lifetime because I just got served a full course MEAL.” Your eyes were misty with happy tears, and your brother’s eyebrows knit in confusion.

“What the hell, Y/N? It looks like you saw a ghost?”

You began to belt the chorus to Ghost by Monsta X, tears of joy trickling down your face.

“Whoa! I didn’t mean to hurt you, sis!” Your brother looked shocked as you continued to sing the lyrics while entering the elevator .

“Umma, Dad- I SAW THEM!” You screamed into the elevator wall and your brother laughed hysterically.

You whipped out the selfies and your brother’s face dropped as well, “holy shit…” he whispered.

It was undeniably the best day of your life and you didn’t want to change it for the world. You were thankful for your sweet, kind hearted, and beautiful Monsta X. You held those pictures close to you heart the entire night, thanking the Kpop God’s for sending you this blessing. Although you couldn’t utter all the words you wished you could have, you still cried at the fact that busy people such as themselves took time out of their lives to pay attention to you for more than a second; and for that, you were forever grateful.

#monsta x imagine #monsta x #monsta x fluff #monsta x shownu #monsta x wonho #monsta x kihyun #monsta x hyungwon #monsta x minhyuk #monsta x jooheon #monsta x changkyun #I was not okay after writing this but it was happy tears i promise #kpop is a dangerous thing when youre a sad gorl

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kondo-hijikata · 5 years

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Have you written a story of Kondo & Hijikata and how their feelings for each other slowly developed? Cuz I'd love to read about how their relationship came to be!

Pairing: Pre-Relationship to Relationship Kondo/HijikataRating: TSummary: Hijikata had no particular interest in meeting the new Tennen Rishin Ryu heir…until he saw the size of his shoes. [AO3]

.*Before the Storm*.Chapter 1

Ishida Village - 1851

It all began with hearsay and a pair of ridiculously bigshoes left in front of the Sato Dojo.

Medicine chest strapped to his back, Hijikata stood beforethe porch scrutinizing the larger than life footwear with curiosity displayedopenly in amethyst eyes just a bit wider than usual. His brother-in-law Hikogorowore sandals of typical proportion, never particularly larger or smaller thanany other’s, and yet here they sat dwarfed.

A loud shout of “EEEEEY!”and subsequent sharp clash of shinai echoed from within the dojo, drowning outthe melody of mid-summer cicada song—had Hijikata’s chin snapping up toward theentrance in desire of catching a glimpse of the action. There was none to beseen from where he stood, however; instead, he listened with heed to the poundingsteps taken carefully against the wooden floor, the undoubtable indication ofopponents locked in a dance of wits to match their brawn.

Word had it that the new Tennen Rishin Ryu master possessedintelligence to match his fortitude, and came with some kind of interestingpast to boot. Intellect was subjective, strength was comparative. Hell, anyonecould claim to have a compelling backstory.

But not many in a higher social class would admit to hailingfrom much humbler roots.

And it went without saying that no one could fake the sizeof these shoes.

“Oi, Toshizo,”Hikogoro had said the previous evening, jabbing his sakazuke cup over thedinner table to catch his attention. Taking the bait, Hijikata’s gaze lifted whilehe made quick work of his remaining rice and stayed attentive while he chewed.“You oughta come by to train tomorrow afternoon. The young master is visiting…youknow, the one who just became next heir to Shusuke-sensei’s legacy.”

“Cht.” Hijikata’s brow twitched and his bowl hit the table alittle harder than he might have intended. He reached for the soup next andbefore sipping, replied with an irascible, “The hell do I care?”

To the right was his sister, and far be Nobu to ever pass upan opportunity to lovingly scold him for something. “Toshizo, I keep tellingyou…” When he peered up at her, she pursed her lips and cocked her head, hertone matter-of-fact. “Your face is going to freeze that way if you keep that up.”

Hijikata scoffed. “Good.” —and proceeded to down the rest ofthe broth while Nobu’s eyes rolled to the ceiling.

“Maa, c’mon!” Hikogoro sang, his voice light and airy. “Atleast just meet him, even if it’s quick! I think you two would have some thingsto talk about.”

Chopsticks were laid across an empty dish. “Yeah, like howhe’s some bigshot samurai and I’m just a damn medicine-peddling, textile-sewingfarmer.” Bringing a handkerchief up to dab at his mouth, Hijikata’s expressiondarkened into an unamused scowl. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

A dramatic sigh left Nobu’s lips. “You know, Toshizo, it’sno wonder you’re drawn to writing. You certainly enjoy words—and not to mentionputting them in other people’s mouths.”

Long black lashes fell in a prolonged blink and Hijikataslowly turned his face to her before reopening them. They fluttered as hehalf-glared, expecting a continuation of her criticisms. Nobu had a point, as she often did…not that hewould ever admit to it, but that was a different thing entirely.

“Just come by. Ne?” Hikogoro prodded again.

Folding the small cloth twice over, Hijikata tucked it backinto the sleeve of his hakamashita and brushed himself off. “I’ll think aboutit if it’ll make you happy.” At that, he expressed gratitude for dinner andpromptly stood to take his leave, with no certain intent to waste a single furthermoment on the invitation.

However, just as he approached the open doorway, Hikogorospoke up again. “The young master may be a samurai now but he was born into thefarming class.”

Hijikata’s hand fell on the wooden frame and though hehadn’t looked back, he did pause.

“…Doesn’t that interest you? Even a little?”

His fingertips barely flexed. All he offered asacknowledgement was a slight turn of the head before he stepped out onto theporch and vanished into the night.

The hoursseparating that mealtime exchange from the present had been rife with a heavydose of scrutiny and flip-flopping. Much to Hijikata’s irritation, he had toadmit that a farmer-turned-samurai wasintriguing and it had seemed likely hecould get on well with such a person. Maybe.Still, he’d risen and left the house before anyone else in the family awoke totry their hand at influence once more.

As it turnedout, no further convincing was needed, for there he stood per Hikogoro’soriginal request—before the threshold of the dojo while the afternoon sunburned bright and had beads of moisture lining his brow.

One look. Onelook was all Hijikata would give this guy, because he was damn convinced thatwas all it would take to drown the intrusive questions which refused to stopneedling him. Shusuke-sensei was an old man with a taste for strange company,after all. Surely, he’d adopted some middle-aged misfit who was now walkingaround with two swords at his hip and acting like he was some kind of eminentindividual by birthright. That kind of person might be even worse thanso-called real samurai who lazedabout and drank their fill of sake and milked the privileges of their status.

“Tch.”

Hijikataslipped the medicine chest off his back and placed it on the porch. The strapclasps fell undone under his chin and the hat followed, pulled free from hisperson and set atop his wares. He about-faced to kick his sandals off, refusingto even compare his own with the size of their visitor’s, and then vaulted uptoward the entrance just in time to see…

“EEEEEY! HA!”

Hikogoro faced the door decked out in training gear, hisshinai locked and quivering against the young master’s—whom, Hijikata couldonly see from the back at this vantage point. Upon his sudden appearance,Hikogoro let up with an excited, “Ah!” He backed away several steps. “So youcame after all! Katsuta-san, I want you to meet my brother.”

“Oh, the one you mentioned!”

Hijikata crossed his arms and leaned against the frame, onehip jutting out as he watched both men quickly freeing themselves from their chestguards and facemasks. Leave it to niisan to run his mouth, when it wasn’t evenofficially decided that he’d show up today or not. He respected the hell out ofHikogoro, but sometimes he could really be—

With his facemask pulled free, the young master turned.

…Gold. Golden.Like sunlight.

Hijikata’s chest stilled. His lashes parted a little wider,his mouth went dry.

Young. So much younger than expected. Handsome. Ridiculously handsome. …Approaching. Oh, he was approaching. Hijikata blinked and slowly,almost clumsily, righted himself.

“Shimazaki Katsuta,” the young master said in introductionand quickly wiped at his face with his hakamashita. Was that blush staining across his cheeks, orjust a consequence of the heat? “Ah, I’m sorry to meet you when I’m alldisheveled and sweaty, but…” He bowed, those adjectives not lost on Hijikatafor a second. “It’s a pleasure.”

A large grin pulled out into Hikogoro’s cheeks as he clappedhis friend hard on the shoulder. “This is our future Kondo-sensei.”

The young master huffed beneath his breath in amusement, hisfeatures managing to somehow soften even further as he rubbed at where he’dbeen playfully assaulted. “Hey now, I’m flattered but I don’t share my father’slast name yet.”

Hikogoro’s laugh resounded in the space and he jabbed an armnext, to which Kondo raised his shoulders. “Soon enough, Katsuta-san! Soonenough.” His attention returned to Hijikata while tilting his head and beginningto blot a line from temple to chin with a cloth. “Well? Toshizo? What do you think?”

…What did he think? What the hell more was there to think other than things he couldn’t say?! He wasgorgeous, plain and simple, and a shinai looked too damn good in his strong hand.

Kondo’s whiskey eyes were back on Hijikata, his gaze filledwith curiosity and perhaps a touch of embarrassment at Hikogoro’s flattery ashe awaited his assessment. And when Hijikata suddenly realized that Kondo was, indeed, waiting for an opinion, heglanced quickly to his brother-in-law and unfolded his arms. Hikogoro liftedhis brows with a nod, urging him on.

Say something, saysomething. Say anything.

“You have some big ass feet.”

…Shit. Why did hesay that?!

“You have some big assfeet.”

There weren’t many times in his life when Hijikataexperienced the desire to fade right out of existence, but now…now was good atime as ever.

A sudden forced cough exploded from Hikogoro’s mouth whilehe pounded his chest and Kondo…he simply blinked. His head barely cocked, as thoughhe were processing what had been carelessly blurted out—as if he were wonderingif he’d heard correctly.

It was unfortunate that he had.

The prevailing silence was deafening, horrifying. Someone presentneeded to attempt damage control and though he had no concrete plan for mendingthe presumed hurt feelings of an important fixture in Hikogoro’s life, Hijikata’slips parted to speak. Apparently, he’d still not learned the lesson that sayingnothing at all was often better than speaking for the sake of it. Fate was onhis side, however; just as he was about to come out with some stream ofnonsense rambling, Kondo’s shoulders shook once with a huff. And then again.And before long, he closed his eyes and barked a laugh.

After fingers idly brushed through his hair, Hijikata flippedhis ponytail and winced, trying again. “Look, uh. I didn’t mean—”

Kondo held a hand up to stop Hijikata in his tracks andwaved it, chuckling more and then bringing it back to rub at the tip of hisnose. “It’s fine. You’re right. I’m sorry for laughing, it’s—”

Hijikata snorted. “Don’t apologize. I’m the one apparently beingoffensive.”

Shaking his head, Kondo closed his eyes for a beat. “No, no,not at all. I’m laughing because…okay. I have this friend I visit back home,yeah? And one time he hired a new maid who I hadn’t met before. So, we’resitting there drinking together and suddenly this blood-curdling scream ringsout. Turns out it was her when she saw the size of my shoes in the entryway.”

“What?! All right, look!” Feeling more at peace with thesituation, Hijikata’s posture eased and he shrugged at Hikogoro. “It’s not justme. But I didn’t scream. Remember that.” A huff. “You gotta admit that they do kinda stick out, though, your shoes…”

“Oh, I know it!” Kondo laughed. “But for what it’s worth, Iended up becoming friends with that lady so maybe this is a good sign?”

“Heh…” A smirk pulled at Hijikata’s lips. “Here’s hoping. Name’sHijikata Toshizo.”

Kondo’s chin fell in a nod. “Again, it’s a pleasure.” Hegrabbed Hikogoro by the shoulders—who had gone from looking beyond mortified torather impressed over the span of the conversation. “Hikogoro-san always hasgreat things to say about you.”

“Psht. Don’t believe a word this guy says.”

“Oi, Toshizo!” Hikogoro’s back straightened and he stood tall. “Katsuta-san might accept your disrespect but I sure as hell won’t!”The facade crumbled as soon as he’d spoken and his spine relaxed. “Eh, who am Ikidding?”

“No one, Sir,” Kondo offered with a grin. “But maybe if youwere up against some thieves instead…”

“Well, we can’t win ‘em all, can we?” Hikogoro hummed andthen switched direction. “Katsuta-san, you must be starving. I’ll go grab somelunch for you.”

“Oh, I don’t want to trouble you or your wife, Hikogo—” Andas if his stomach had intended from the start to rebel against such apredictably humble reply, it growled loudly at that very moment. Kondo’s cheeksflushed.

Hikogoro smiled. “You’re no trouble at all. Hang out herefor a bit, yeah?” His expression went a touch serious. “You too, Toshizo. Keepthe young master company. Try not to offend him.”

Hijikata sucked his teeth and tossed his face to the side.

Looking between both, Kondo interjected, “Actually, I’lltake a minute or two and show myself to the well if you don’t mind. I shouldreally wash up.”

“Sure thing. Toshizo, why don’t you walk him out back?”

The protest came immediately. “Oh, it’s all right, really.Today’s super hot.” Kondo chin fell once. “Hijikata-san, why not stay onthe porch until I come back? The shade is better than cooking in the sun.”

“I really wouldn’t mind,” Hijikata offered with a shrug.Indeed, he absolutely would not mindseeing Kondo’s hakamashita falling off his shoulders and getting a qualityglimpse of the obvious muscular form his attire was hiding. Alas… “But it’s upto you.”

After another nod to solidify the plan, Kondo and Hikogorotook their leave, each heading in his designated separate direction. The glassporch chime jingled with the passing of a light breeze and Hijikata drifted outof the dojo, taking in the sight of a nearby tree with its swaying leaves beforeflopping down next to his medicine chest. He stared at the dark plankscomprising the ceiling, allowed his legs to kick and swing off the edge of thefloorboards. From there, his mind began to wander.

The universe worked in surprising ways. Never in a millionyears had Hijikata expected to not only like what he saw, but…actually really, really like it. Experience from peddlingand apprenticeship had honed his skills when it came to dealing with people;he’d been told countless times how effortlessly he cavorted about others, howeasy he made communication look. Some old man with a crooked spine once shook acane at him and said he could probably sell salt to the sea if he tried.

As reality would have it, though, work was nothing more thana performance. It was Hijikata simply doing what he needed to do to survive andget by. If he wasn’t personable or convincing, he’d never sell anything at all.And if he wasn’t selling anything, he wasn’t earning income. And if he wasn’tearning income…

He licked his lips and folded his hands over his abdomen,stopping his thoughts from the derailment they often suffered from. The fact ofthe matter was that talking with Kondo required no great effort on his part.The conversation had flowed so easily that anyone looking at them from theoutside would assume they’d been friends since childhood…which was bizarre,since they’d only just met.

Hijikata drummed on the knuckles of his lower hand. So,Hikogoro had been right. He hated to admit it, especially when he’d been soobstinate about meeting the young master in the first place. But really, all hehad was a first impression. Whether Kondo was truly someone who Hijikata couldmesh well with or not in the long run would be up for debate for some time.

Well…

His fingers stopped their movement.

There was one simple way to find out whether it was even worththe effort. He could simply confess about his desire to become a samurai, and gaugefrom the response. But then again…Hijikata hadn’t felt much like being mockedfor the millionth time in his life. And if he were very honest, he was afraidthat this handsome guy who seemed to have it all together would end up onlyletting him down.

“…Tch.”

He closed his eyes, laced his digits, and let the breezeruffle through his bangs.

There were good samurai and bad samurai in the world.

The first time Hijikata learned this fact coincided with thefirst time he ever picked a fight. It was the summer after he’d turned eightyears old, when he and a couple of boys who lived down the street converged tokick a ball about and then jump in the lake when it got too hot in the sun.Naturally, kids were kids and ever too content to wear their hearts on theirsleeves. Though, upon Hijikata’s crash-landing into adulthood, he quicklyrealized that being too honest wasn’t merely a product of juvenility, butapparently just an irritating fact of human nature.

On that particular sweltering day in his youth, he’d foundtwo perfectly sized sticks beneath the canopy of an old oak tree and promptlyworked them through the side of his hakama—his very own makeshift blades.

That’s when the heckling began again.

“You ain’t no samurai! Stop acting like it!”

“Even if you wore swords and armor, you’d still look like agirl, To-chan.”

“Weren’t you born in some kind of barn? You don’t even havea mom. Or a dad. Idiot.”

Suffice to say, sticks were in no way as effective asswords. Though, they apparently did hurt enough if someone got smashed over thehead with one…enough even to make him cry and run away.

And that was what brought Kano-san from six houses over toNobu’s porch that evening. Hijikata stood at his sister’s side, unaffected bythe angry father who came to exact vengeance for his scorned son. His hair wasworn in chonmage style with scraggly and unkempt pieces falling loose about hisbulldog face, his cheeks and chin stubbly from lack of attention. Hijikatadoubted he even bathed.

“Control your brat.” Kano spat when he talked and his cheeksjiggled. It was unsightly.

“My understanding is that my brother was acting inself-defense,” Nobu replied coolly, and making no move to descend the stairs tospeak face-to-face with him. “…Samurai-san.”

“He hit Hiromasa over the head with a stick, this fucking baragaki¹.” An accusatory finger wasjabbed in Hijikata’s direction. “My kid did nothing to deserve that.”

“Would you like an apology?” Nobu’s inquiry was calm. “Iapologize.” She placed her palm on the back of Hijikata’s head and gently tiltedit forward. “As you can see, Toshizo does as well.”

Hijikata scoffed and shook her hand free.

“You better watch your step, bitch, and control youranimal.” Kano looked down to Hijikata. “And you, you little fuck. I want you totake a good look at this.” Fat fingers stroked the handles of the swords at hiship. “This is what a real samurailooks like, something you’ll never be. Know your place.”

Nobu’s hand pressed hard upon one of Hijikata’s rapidly risingand falling shoulders, both a warning and command to keep his silence.

“You’re a farmer, you understand? You were born in the dirt.You’re gonna die in the dirt. Know your fucking place. You hear me?!” Kano snappedhis eyes back to Nobu. “And you better know yours too.”

Nobu simply nodded once. “Toshizo is not allowed to playwith Hiromasa-san any longer. It won’t happen again.”

“You’re damn right it won’t.” Kano’s hip swung out as heshifted his stance. “You see, I could call in my boys. We could skewer youalive for retribution while you sleep. But I’m a man of honor, get it? I’m aman who knows my place in the world.”

“Indeed, Samurai-san. Well, speaking of places we belong in,I’ll need to return back to my kitchen. I’m making dinner for my family.” Nobupaused. “Unless you intend to stay to eat? I can set a tray out for you. Ortwo.” When Kano’s eyes narrowed, she immediately said, “For your wife, I mean.”

“I wouldn’t be caught dead sharing a meal with trash likeyou.” And on that, he turned on his heels and made for the main gate.

The tears stinging Hijikata’s eyes burned, but he refused tolet them to fall. His teeth gritted, his tiny body trembled. His hands balledinto such tight fists that color drained from his knuckles. That’s when it’dall been too much. This horrible person, this mean and entitled man who didn’tdeserve to be a samurai at all, would get away with how he spoke to his sister.He had to do something. So he drew adeep breath with every intention to shout at him in his wake.

But that was when Nobu’s hand pressed to Hijikata’s mouth.She sunk to her knees beside him and when he looked at her, she quietly shookher head.

“Toshi, let it go.”

“I can’t.” Hisvoice cracked and the tears in his eyes involuntarily spilled over. Still, hefought to stop them.

Nobu brushed at his cheeks and placed one hand against hisstomach. “Hey, let me tell you something important.” Her lips pulled into asmile. “A true samurai knows when to fight and when not to. A real,honest-to-goodness samurai never throws his status around forconvenience…especially when he can’t use a sword.”

“Are you saying Kano-san isn’t a real samurai?”

A boing and a slap from beyond the front garden gatesuddenly rang out, followed by an enraged scream. “Who the fuck left a rake here?!”

“Oh…” Nobu trailed off innocently. “Oh, did Kano-san step onthe rake? It seems to have hit him in the face. What a shame…”

“Neechan, did you…did you put it there?”

“Hm…” She drummed her fingers against Hijikata’s yukata. “Icouldn’t say…” Nobu stood and gave a pat to the top of his head. “In any case,let’s go finish making dinner. I could use a guy like you to chop up somedaikon.”

When Hijikata’s eyes fell half-lidded and unimpressed, shechortled. “What? It doesn’t count as fencing practice?!”

There were good samurai and bad samurai in the world.

Real ones and fake ones.

The persistent, the lazy. The diligent, the entitled. Thosewho served and those who expected to beserved. There were ones who earned the privilege of such a title and ones whowere just born with it.

Just what kind of samurai was Shimazaki Katsuta? And wouldhe go on to actually take over the Tennen Rishin Ryu…would he actually assumehis adoptive father’s family name?

“Yaaa, sorry to keep to you waiting!”

Hijikata sat back up when he heard Kondo’s voice, andwatched while he neared with two wet rags. One he had pressed to the back ofhis neck and the other, he extended out with a grin.

“Here. I think it’s possible to sweat even just from laying aroundon a day like today…” Kondo’s eyes widened and he made a sudden strangled noise.“Not that…I think you’re just laying around. Sorry.”

Hijikata huffed and accepted the offering with a crypticreply. “Thanks.”

Kondo sat beside him with a groan and peered up toward thesky before letting his attention fall to the chest. “So, you peddle medicine,huh…”

Heh…here it comes…

“Aa,” Hijikata replied. “On the days I’m not working my textileapprenticeship.” The ridicule would be disappointing, but not surprising. Hecouldn’t even say it would sting his pride.

“That’s neat.”

Blink. Blink, blink. Hijikata’s brow creased and his lowereyelids raised as he slowly turned his face to Kondo.

“You got something that’ll treat bruises?” Clearly unawareof being under such intense scrutiny, Kondo rotated his arm and massaged theadjoining shoulder. “Kenjutsu hurts.” He laughed. “In the best way, though!”

“Um…yeah. I mean…” Hijikata reached for the box. “Yeah, Idefinitely have something for that.” He stood and rifled through hismerchandise, licked his lips and shook his head.

Just what kind of samurai was Shimazaki Katsuta?

Hijikata’s eyes slid to the side. …He would be damn sure tofind out.

¹ baragaki - Literally “thorny brat” and Hijikata’s alleged childhood nickname.

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Hey. Let me tell you about something that has been bothering for a while now. Few months ago while aimlessly scrolling my instagram feed I came across this photograph shared by one of my favourite activist/photographer /artist instagram story – Jack Harries ( I would also recommend checking out his twin brother Fin Harries – truly inspirational guys) This is the photograph that blew me away:

Amazing right? This photo lead me to Natural Geographic page where I found bunch of alarming articles about plastic pollution. Of course like many of you I knew about this problem before but I never really realized juts how fucked up this situation got and the powerful images they shared truly hit me hard. Check out some of this articles to learn more.

There is a bunch of sad environmental videos, photographs or stories I could share with you but that’s not really my goal in this article. What I want to share with you is the ways we all could make a difference and show you some heroes that have been doing their part and don’t get much recognition for all of their hard work.

So here we go:

First of all I want to point you to this website called worldenvironmentday.global and their project BEAT PLASTIC POLLUTION with inspiring slogan if you can’t reuse it, refuse it.

They came up with amazing idea of organized clean up. Basically you can join a clean up event in your location and help get rid of and properly recycle plastic. Here you can learn more about clean ups and also about this app called Litterati which is simply an app tool to help you encourage others to collect plastic.

If you are more of a leader than follower you can organize your own clean up event and register it at this page and share it with people in your location with map of where exactly will the clean up be. Here is how you can register and start and make a difference.

With this organized clean ups I must introduce you someone. His name is Afroz Shah and to be fair I don’t know much about him but I aspire to be like him. This guy does the most amazing clean ups I have ever seen, he does post on his instagram page his clean up results of the week and there has been lot of weeks since he’s been doing this.

This was the picture I saw that led me to Afroz as he was the one of the volunteers. This truly restored my faith in humanity and I feel such satisfaction and relief that there are people who care and do something about plastic problem.

Here are some other photos I screenshoted that supports my theory about unknown hero:

I highly recommend you visit his instagram page HERE and see for yourself the amazing things he did.

If you’re not into big events such as this you can still do your part by following many eco-friendly tips you can find on the internet and here are some:

The whole point is to reduce the amount of plastic you use every day, and if you are for some reason unable to stop using plastic the least you can do is reuse it. I understand that not all of the time you have your canvas bag with you, or your reusable bottle so you buy cheaper plastic version of this, but I’m sure you could find some use for them afterwards.

The sad thing is how cheap is to get this plastic option instead of ecologically friendly ones and trust me being a drop out student in between jobs, working part-time in KFC – money is heavy step back in my eco life as well. I feel so guilty every time I need to purchase a plastic bag and the amount of plastic waste I create on my own is upsetting. The least I can do is recycle it I – have bunch of plastic bags under my table that separates my plastic, paper and glass trash and once in a while I need to find a recycling bin and separate them. You would think that medicine a pharmacy students would have better access to recycling, but nah – if you want to recycle you must make an effort yourself what is such a difference from my primary school where each of our classes had recycling bins so kids could learn to dispose their trash properly.

This leads me to another topic and that’s leading and teachings kinds to reduce plastic waste. I would recommend you check out this stunning video called Oceans of future by Greenpeace. It’s important we grow sence of responsibility and ecological thinking in this kids. I’m so grateful my parents did that with me.

Since I was little we would always separate plastic or milk cartoons from other trash and recycle them later and my parents do that till this day. They actually fill the truck of our car with plastic and need to drive to recycling bins, because there are none in around our new place.

We would always need to turn off the lights when we would leave the room (sometimes not even when we leave the room – it’s so annoying when your dad turn of the lights off when you’re in the bathroom almost every time), turning the water off when you’re brushing your teeth, washing dishes or shampooing your hair. This might sounds ridiculous to you cuz I believe this things comes naturally to people and I find it useless to even mention such small things but I remember skyping with my grandma when she was living and working in america. She would always ask me if I tun off the water when I’m brushing my teeth and I always found it so weird she would ask me something like that. Of course I do. But the family she was staying at don’t find it as natural as I did and it was upsetting my grandma a lot.

We would always make fun of our family’s plastic bag full of plastic bags we would take whenever we went shopping, but once I moved out and lived on my own I realized how clever this idea is and now I have my own plastic bag of plastic bags.

I feel it’s important to put this sence of responsibility into kids and you can always do it in some fun kid friendly way. My parents would for example give me and my sisters bag and we would have to collect trash around our building – make a competition out of clean ups – who collects the most?

There is just no wrong or too little way to save the world.

How to be more eco-friendly if you work for larger corporations?

I currently work for large fast food chain restaurant KFC and let me tell you the amount of waste our single small store creates is alarming. The amount of food and plastic waste is unbelievable and the sad fact remains that single-handed part-time worker in such corporation can’t do literally anything without risking their jobs.

We do have separated trash bins for plastic, bio and mix waste, but we also have to throw all of the meat out once it reach its expiration period of extremely short 30 min! As a former vegetarian the amount of chicken meat, energy wasted for its preparation and basic situation of world hunger depresses me a lot. So what can I do as an individual ? Girls gotta eat and pay bills.

Sadly I did not figure out answer to this question yet besides to push the big bosses into doing eco-friendly changes for whole restaurant chain. We did switched to paper to-go cups instead of plastic and we also use paper bags what is incredible step forward, but the amount of plastic straws is still bad and hopefully we would also make some changes like our competition did hat really pleases me :

Being a middle european I don’t really understand the demand for straws or ice, but switching to reusable metal straw could make a difference and prevent this from happening:

Of course I understand that if I refuse plastic straw at 27th June 2018 7pm from a cashier at fast food restaurant who has to offer me one I’m not gonna save the world – but if the fast food stops/reduce offering one – this might be actually a huge step forward.

Why do I even write this?

Let me be so full of myself and believe that one day some big animal in some firm would come across this article, or some family member of their would mention Beat plastic pollution project to them and light up a spark of thought process in someone who actually could make bigger impact on environment.

Spread the word, get inspired, some people are really trying to make a change – why not be one of them ?

I’m not saying I’m perfect, I still occasionally buy plastic bag or bottle, I don’t always recycle materials that should be recycled and sometimes I’m just lazy and put plastic into mix trash can. But I also switch to bamboo toothbrush instead of plastic, I ordered bunch of canvas shopping bags (that would get deliver to me in plastic bag – how ridiculous is that? There should be something done by this issue as well, or the recipes – most of us don’t need them and sure as hell don’t have any way to reuse it – you might refuse it but that doesn’t mean it’s not gonna get printed anyway) and the least I can do is trying to be better and spread the word to people who care and even to those who don’t .

Also not every time is our effort met with actual results. I’m talking about fake recycling bins where all of the garbage ends up in same place without any recycling whatsoever. So if you see something like this in your building call out the authorities about it! Some of us are actually trying for crying out loud !

The amount of waste that ends up in oceans is just heart breaking. I grew up in a country without access to ocean and I only got to see sea or ocean at our summer family holidays and the memories have from those trips do not meet the sad reality of how bad ocean pollution got.

Simple hard-working individual can not make a difference unless the individuals with actual powers makes changes to preserve the earth. But I feel like I’m slipping back into depressing side of this issue but I really want to point to positive effort of many people involve in helping solve this plastic pollution problem.

There is a note at our fridge in our dorms shared kitchen that states: “Our problem is that we believe someone else is gonna save the world” after one neighbour of mine got upset about number of plastic people from our hall were throwing away.

If you wat to make a difference but don’t know how to start here you can take pledge at national geographic with simple tips of what to do to reduce your plastic waste.

Take your pledge

Thank you so much for your attention

xo Natalia

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Alright, well...

Vote and you shall receive, I suppose. Underneath this read more, you’ll find the first chapter of my first draft of The Left Behind. This is incredibly embarrassing for me, ‘cuz I wrote this about three years ago with very little plan of what I was doing (hell, I didn’t even actually make an outline until about chapter ten). But hopefully this will encourage you all and prove that growth simply comes with time and effort! And, of course, I’m going to leave the link to chapter one of draft two so that you can compare the two, if you’d like! Without further ado...enjoy, I guess?

Clink. Clink. Clink.

Silverware colliding with glass plates was the only sound to fill the mauve dining room, despite the three person family inside it. Natalia Klysov brushed back a chunk of frizzy amber brown hair behind her ear, looking down at a plate of steamed vegetables and chicken rather than the faces of her parents. Not like she had made any serious eye contact with them for the past month. After all, her time was running out.

Next Tuesday, Natalia would be sixteen. And unless she managed to make a miracle happen, that would be the last birthday she would ever have. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t been aware of this her whole life; even before she went to preschool, Natalia and the other kids in a vast majority of the world were told that if they didn’t find a Coterie, they weren’t worth it. With the lack of resources, overpopulation, and difficulty finding work, the government didn’t need to bother with those without a skill or talent. The girl agreed with the policies that had been established nearly a century ago when President Hawke had taken over the office (and afterwards his ideals slowly consumed most of the free world, too). She just had never expected it would take this long to get herself to first base was all.

The brunette still hadn’t lost faith in herself. Perhaps she was cutting it very close to the deadline, and, yes, she couldn’t think of a single talent or skill that would let her test into any of the Coteries back at her old school (or any Coterie for that matter), but she was certain that something had to be there down somewhere. Maybe deep, deep down somewhere, but her mother had always said everyone had a skill, it just depended on how long it took the individual to find it. She just needed to do so quickly was all.

Otherwise, she’d be dead.

“Um, Mom? Dad?” She started slowly, flickering her eyes up suddenly. Guilt pounded at her ribcage as soon as she looked at her mother’s sullen, darkened eyes and the worry-lines that now permanently stained her father’s forehead.

“Yes, Honey Comb?” Her mother croaked softly. Natalia’s heart shattered further. For the past year, her childhood nickname had been used in more and more frequency. She was surprised to ever even hear her actual name anymore.

She swallowed the growing lump in her throat. So, sure, her parents didn’t believe her constant reassurance that she would make it, but they at least must have had some inkling of trust. After all, they moved her four hours away at the drop of a hat, just to let her find a Coterie at another school. They wouldn’t have done that without believing her. Unless were just playing along in a last ditch attempt, hoping to whatever deity would listen that their daughter wouldn’t have to be executed.

“Um, I-I wanted to say thanks…” Noticing the tears that quickly flooded her mother’s hazel eyes, Natalia knew she couldn’t finish her sentence the way she had intended. She quickly changed its reasoning. “For dinner. You know, I love myself some grilled chicken.”

A faked smile and a half-hearted chicken noise came from her father, who reached for his wife’s hand. A choked out ‘you’re welcome’ escaped her mother’s throat and Natalia shoved a bite of food down her own to keep from crying.

All of their problems are always because of me. She thought to herself miserably, staying silent for the rest of the meal.

Vibrant shades of salmon and violet painted the sky as the golden sun set. Natalia let out a sigh, closing her blinds. Sunsets used to be just about her favorite thing in the world. They were all so different and created things more beautiful than the Classical Artists ever could with their paintbrushes and canvases. By the time she was eight, it became a nightly routine to watch the magnificent light show and she never failed to be brought to awe by how just a planet rotating caused such a sight.

By now, the event had just become a low battery, constantly draining her parents’ happiness and her security.

Natalia pulled out a dark blue skirt from a box, laying it at the foot of her bed. Tomorrow would be her first day at her new school. It would be a hectic day from the very beginning—that was for certain. Her mother would drive her to school early, so even when she inevitably got lost, she wouldn’t be late. She’d stumble through a whirlwind of classes and spend her free periods looking into as many Coteries as she could. And then spend as much time after school looking into even more.

Of course, at this point, Natalia knew there were a few certain Coteries she would never be in. For example, Pin-Ups and Fashioneers, Athletics, and Agriculturals would never take her. She wasn’t beautiful, or even above average, with her muddy brown eyes, too thin lips, and the scar on her right cheekbone from the treehouse she had fallen out of when she was a kid, so she couldn’t be a Pin-Up. Her hand-eye coordination left too much to be desired to be a Jock. Every plant she had ever come in contact with always ended up dead, so no Aggies.

For the Intellects, she knew she would have to be a low level ‘lect, probably teaching kindergartners at best, or maybe being an assistant nurse. Classical and Modern Artists weren’t her worst possibility, aside from CAs and Mods were very picky about the kind of people they let in. She had been so close with that one three years back, but Natalia found herself being told that her work either needed ‘a bit more originality or higher level skills.’ Literary was possible, but about only if she could write small articles for a magazine with a long enough deadline that her procrastination wouldn’t kill her. As for Culinaries, she did well enough with any recipe off a box or in a book, but if she had to make something up herself, there was no way she could make it as a Cookie for life.

Natalia looked all the things she had set out for the morning. Uniform? Check. Shoes? Check. Messenger bag? Check. The monotonous run through helped calm her down a bit. At least she knew that she wouldn’t forget anything. Or, at least was a lot less likely to this way. Somehow, she would probably manage it somehow.

With a final nod, she flicked off her lamp and crawled under the covers. Tomorrow could be the day, she reminded herself.

But the nagging little voice in her head just chirped it was more likely not to be.

#25000 celebration #my wriitng #unfortunately #draft one #the left behind #promptsforthestrugglingauthor #i don't wanna tag this much #big oof

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crasherfly · 3 years

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Weekly Update

It’s never enough.

Be it progress in a hobby, pages written, reps in a workout, miles run, dollars spent at local businesses, weight lost and gained back, video games completed or personal apologies issued to people I’ve been too brisk with online- the prevailing theme of 2020 has been IT’S NOT ENOUGH.

This is, on its face, ridiculous. We are in a pandemic. Whatever reservations you might have about the virus, the fact is economically, we will be in dire straits for some time. Surviving should be enough. Thriving should be considered a rare bonus.

Even so, this December, I’ve struggled a great deal with feeling like I’m bringing “enough” to the table in anything I do. If I play a video game, I lament that I’m not good enough at it. If I write, I mourn the words that go unwritten. In my friendships, I fixate on small arguments that I drew myself into, or a harsh word I shouldn’t have said, worried over their long-term impact. There’s a dozen anime shows I haven’t finished. I have a script that needs pages, an end of year anime blog that needs writing. I keep skipping meditation sessions and forgetting to brush my teeth. The NBA season starts tomorrow- will I watch it to have something to talk to other folks about, or will I settle into something easier to fill the time?

Time.

I have nothing but time. I’m off until January 5th. I’ve had more time off this entire year than I’ve had any year since college. I tell myself this means I should be doing something remarkable, and yet, with more and more time off, I find I’m just doing the same things I would normally do- just in bigger quantity.

My therapist tells me it’s cuz I grew up in a home where praise was hard won- if ever given. Growing up with this deficit, it is only natural that I’d rarely feel like anything is “enough”- and blame myself when I feel lacking.

We’re still working on a solution for it.

I do know there are Good Things that I have accomplished this year. I made new friends. I became more knowledgeable about my hobbies. I picked up some new healthy habits- running, kettlebells, core workouts. I lost a little weight. I disconnected from the violently angry media sources that had wormed their way into my brain since my Gawker days. I got out of a little debt. I developed a more positive relationship with alcohol. I got to therapy. I’m becoming more comfortable with speaking truth to how I feel, instead of burying my feelings.

I still fail in many things. I have a laundry list of moments I failed this week to review with my therapist. I’m still not in a place where I can be a functional adult while also working a full time job. I have lost friends this year because I am a hard person to endure. I have had to issue more apologies this year than perhaps in any year prior. And the people who know me best would still point out, rightly, that I sound like a very different person in online public spaces than I do privately.

As 2020 comes to a close, I’m thinking about the theme I want to bring into 2021- and my 32nd year on this globe. And I think the theme I want to embrace is vulnerability, which is, ironically, the theme I struggle the most with in my personal life. I am, by nature, a secretive person- reclusive, even. Without getting into a whole Thing here, I would just say “meet my parents” and you’d get why. This shit’s been wired into me.

But as I look back on many of my issues the past year- my breakowns and spirals, the arguments, the friends lost and stresses placed on my loved ones- so much could have been avoided if I was willing to just explain what was going on in my life.

I don’t mean the long stylized depression posts I was doing back in August. Those are helpful to a point, but they don’t actually drive toward a conclusion. I mean talking about how I feel in plain terms, and explaining the pressures that lead to those feelings.

‘Cuz I think we can all agree that after almost a full year of relating to each other almost exclusively through cynical tweets and mirthless retweets that we as humans are desperately deficient in nuance- an ingredient essential to understanding each other in actual human contexts. And the only way for nuance to be understood is to speak plainly and directly to one another.

I’m going to try and do more of that in 2021. Here’s hoping the results are good.

So lets talk some vidya games and anime, yeah?

Vidya Games

BlazBlue: Centralfiction and BlazBlue: Cross Tag Battle (SWITCH)

Arc Systems was having a switch sale. I’d enjoyed my time with Guilty Gear and noticed the BlazBlue series was relatively cheap, so I picked them up. I’d seen some of the fighters on Spriteclub before, so I was excited to expand my fighting game knowledge a bit further.

BlazBlue is a 2d fighting game that uses drawn sprite fighters. The effect is a beautiful anime more reminiscent of Street Fighter or King of Fighters, but with modern mechanics that make them feel more approachable. The rosters are huge and the individual fighters varied. There’s a full “episodes” mode, as well as plenty of options for training and tutorials.

Of the two games, Cross Tag seems like the easier to pick up. I’m a sucker for tag systems so that one is an easier sell for me. It’s also fun to see the crew from Persona 4 on the roster, not to mention RWBY.

Centralfiction seems to be more mechanics focused, but also includes a “stylish” mode that plays like Capcom Vs. SNK 2′s EO mode, where supers and command list moves are tied to single buttons instead of complex commands, allowing you to see everything a character can do without being stuck in hours of practice. I’m still trying to learn those damn quarter circle moves, but it’s a nice fallback option for moments where I’m not looking to exhaust my brain and thumbs.

Mario Maker 2 (SWITCH)

I’ve built three levels in the last week for Super Mario Maker 2. One I built during a work meeting, the other two I did as morning exercises over coffee. They’ve all been moderately played since and feature clear rates over 25%, so I’ll consider them a success.

I’ve uploaded over 40 courses to SMM2 since its release. That’s far more than I ever uploaded with the first game. I think Nintendo missed some big opportunities to make this game a centerpiece for the Switch. I also think the diehard fans got in their own way (designing courses on your tv is honestly not that hard- in fact, I prefer it to the portable option now). But overall, I do think that SMM2 is a success- at least for casual fans like me who value standard level design and ease of access.

TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES

My gaming has been somewhat hampered by the sudden implosion of my Samsung television, which houses my XBONE and Switch. About a week ago it shut down and began to flicker on and off. I unplugged it overnight and powered it on the next day to find a long black horizontal line across the panel and discoloration beneath the line. A call in to Samsung confirmed my fears- it was a wire defect and would require extensive service work. Because of the pandemic, it would take at least a few weeks before the part could make it.

The TV is still usable, so that’s a relief. I’m not dwelling on it much. Samsung was easy to deal with and they’ve promised this will come at no cost to me. There are many worse things happening in the world, so this is an easy thing to let roll off my shoulders now that I know what the solution is.

I also MIGHT have a Series X. Key word is MIGHT because I technically got my order in on the 18th, but Gamestop has yet to actually send a confirmation e-mail. However my order number appears valid and does pull up a processing page on their site, so I’m going to hang tight. I ended up pulling the trigger on a massive bundle that includes a very expensive headset and a second controller...as well as a copy of Assassin’s Creed. I can’t emphasize enough how NOT the primary audience I am for AC. However, I doubt I could pay anyone to take it off my hands at this point...so...whatever. At least there’s a chance I’ll have the new system.

My final bit of news on the technical front- I returned Cyberpunk 2077. I have zero regrets. Microsoft processed my refund in about 15 minutes without issue. I was on XBONE and yes, I tried the 1.4 update. Frankly, the update did seem to improve matters, but not so much as to be a game changer. And as I wrestled with the conundrum of powering through, or shelving the game in hopes of a future update that would magically fix everything, I finally opted to take the third option- and get off this damn train at the first possible stop. I will play Cyberpunk 2077 someday. Hopefully, when that day comes, this whole mess will be somewhat resolved.

ANIME

Jujutsu Kaisen

Season 1 has officially earned a “this show is straight fire” tweet from me. It’s just so good. The fights are thrilling. The emotional investment is real. The cast is outstanding. The design is imaginative, moody and the prettiest direction to behold this side of Fire Force.

Do yourself a favor and give this show a shot. It’s my top recommendation for the winter.

No Guns Life

I’ve almost wrapped the first half of season 1. This lovely noir continues to impress as its world unfolds. It is sure to please those itching for a cyberpunk or technoir story. The overall story still feels a bit unfocused, but I’m not minding too much. No Guns Life is one of those worlds that’s just a joy to be a part of, even when we’re unsure what its driving at.

END OF YEAR LISTS

Tis the season for LISTS. Oh man, so many lists.

I’ll be focusing my 2020 end of year stuff on anime and video games this year, because of course. I’ll also talk a little about media I’ve been enjoying. It’ll be a whole THING, either here or on wordpress.

But here’s a quick preview for those who are a bit curious about what titles I’ll be visiting for my Top Experiences list. Bear in mind that these are not confined to 2020 releases- this is purely about what I as a person dabbled in this year. Here’s what you can expect me to touch on in my end of year post :)

Games

Crusader Kings III Call of Duty: Warzone Yakuza 0 The Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel Fighting Games (genre) Consoles Oculus Quest 2 NEO-GEO Arcade Stick Pro Anime

Re:Zero - Starting Life in Another World Gleipnir Jujutsu Kaisen No Guns Life Kaguya-sama: Love is War DECA-DENCE Tower of God

Manga

Berserk Fruits Basket

Tabletop

Dungeons and Dragons 5E: The Lost Mines of Phandelver/Ghosts of Saltmarsh

Streaming

Spriteclub Gawr Gura/Hololive WWE Network

Lifestyle

Kotatsus Sake

Music

Nightcore (genre) Personal Projects Alice and the Pale Horse (script) Legos (various sets) Like I said, this is gonna be a big ol’ THING. But I can’t wait to share it with you all :D

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rundown of tonight’s game!

we started our pre-game off great when discussion of whether or not Optimus Prime is a fascist came to light and then upon discussing transformer balls in the movies, i left a wonderful “AUTO BALLS ROLL OUT” in the chat. i also learn that Tenin doesn’t float like i’ve thought this entire time so my entire world is shattered.

as the fey vampire babushka thing dies, she mutters something sweet under breath like the bitch she is and Tenin feels weak in the knees. literally. Tenin got his shit fucked up with a curse everyone and i bet he’s sworn off women now. we head back to camp and sleep like little babes after we make sure nothing else can attack us.

upon waking up, i’m amazed as i look over and Industria has sprouted white angel wings that glitter gold in sunlight. like cue the heavenly choir on that shit cuz it’s pretty as fuck! i ask her about it and then she lets me touch the wings and they are S O F T. so we pack up and move towards the sound of running water as we wanna get our fishing game on.

we find a cave and look, after everything we’ve been through with that fucking spelunking adventure a few sessions back, we don’t want what that dark hole is offering. no more glory holes in the middle of nowhere, please. We Are Tired. but after reading some thieves’ cant and realizing the water is unsafe, we all decided this cave is our new home and began our trek through.

BUT GODDAMN, the cave is a fucking illusion (obligatory song for this campaign apparently??) and at this point, my illusionary magic PTSD should be cured by exposure therapy. behind it is a sign that reads “Haven for lost children. Harbor”. we head inside and it’s a village in the trees literally full of children. we meet their leader, Luska, and she talks of how children keep going missing. since we need to meet the Guardian and Luska is meeting them in 3 days, we decided to help these kids out.

these kids are ridiculous though cuz get this. they don’t fucking age. they went missing elsewhere and somehow ended up here with no recollection of what happened and some of them haven’t aged in centuries. these children are literally just fucking KFC for fey and are getting picked off by the day, but they’re pretty casual about it. as Luska gathers some resources for us to look into this, we head to the cafe and have a lovely time. Samuel and Xaren share cookies, and both me as a player and Kina as an individual, ship it.

as we search the homes of the missing, Xaren finds many journals that derail into paranoid rambling. i find some claw marks by a bed and we relay that information to the other group as they search some other homes. Elathera, Industria, and Rikius begin concocting a plan to lure the creature out as they realize it’s a bogeyman. these things feed on fear, so best option? scare somebody and use them as bait.

now here’s the things, kids. we are literally in a village chock full of kids. you know what scares easily? children. but what do they decide on? lets cast fear on good ol’ Kina and leave her as bogeyman bait cuz hey, at least i can hold my own right?? pile that PTSD on, folks. for her, this entire campaign is turning into PTSD&D: Mental Trauma in a Basket. the worst part? they decided not to tell me this plan.

they go on a shopping trip for the supplies they need to destroy my mental state and Industria offends Rikius by implying he was an evil wizard at some point. so she continues her beautiful crusade of offending men (#feminism), they get their gear, and roll out. we all meet up at the inn. we manage to scare the shit out of the child innkeeper and Industria makes him cry, so now we quickly work to build this child back up and assure him nothing is absolutely gonna go wrong.

we head off for our rooms and everyone else gathers elsewhere to discuss this plan. Xaren and Samuel are not having this shit and god bless their fucking souls cuz as Industria mentions something of dying as a risk, Samuel storms off to find me and tell him, what’s going on. i am pissed. i am upset. my own friends were planning this behind my back and didn’t wanna warn me, so my fur bristles and i just wanna go ham; but then Industria closes the distance to explain.

as she explains, in understand. best option, less opportunities for causalities and loss of innocent lives. i’m not happy, but i reluctantly agree to be the bait. we say good-night, i thank Samuel and Xaren for alerting to me, and Industria comes into my room to talk. we have a tender heart-to-heart, a sisterly moment, and hug it out. i tell Industria that i know they all have my back, so it’ll be fine. we then get our gossip on, talking but that Juice. Elathera and Tenin being an item? Industria says she caught them in bed and my theory’s proven true. she heads on out, reluctantly.

she gets back top the room and her and Elathera have a big talk about what happened that morning. she tells Elathera to put a sock on the door when Tenin comes in to “practice his sword” and Elathera is mortified. red in the face, she says she has something to show Industria, but Industria doesn’t wanna see it thinking she’s about to get an eyeful of the Nasty. she makes her watch as she swaps places with Tenin, but instead of realizing what’s happening, Industria assumes Elathera ran off out of embarrassment.

Xaren is pacing in his room, fuming, still upset about all of this. Samuel and him have another romance movie moment as they have these tender, heart-to-heart chats. as they bond, Samuel places his hand on Xaren’s, who blushes and both get awkward as they pull away and say good-night quickly. bounce back to me and Rikius and i tell him i had a horrifying revelation. he looks up from his book. “that explains the harness.”. he laughs, but says the Elathera/Tenin thing is a joke. i tell him i know better than that cuz i’ve been traveling with them all long enough to know the truth.

Rikius asks me if the Braid Bandit will strike again so i nervously said that’d be fucked up considering current circumstance. he shakes his head and goes back to meditating. come morning, everybody is downstairs when i get up with the sicks ass Blackbeard-esque braids i put in my mane. i head on down and try to accuse the Braid Bandit of striking again, but i think everyone’s tired of that shit. as the day goes by, i take the braids out and brush the mane out.

come sundown, it’s go time. we pick an abandoned house and they all send me up alone as they turn invisible and get into position. i head in as the wind picks up and the darkness settles and let me tell you, i am already unnerved. i do not like this. as i sit down on the bed, Rikius moves in and casts fear and now i’m panicking. as the bogeyman closes in, i go full fluff and cower into the corner, not sure what to do.

our brawl with the bogeyman is textbook “believe it or not, this isn’t the worst day we’ve had” as our plan just falls to pieces. the bait works! i am perfect bait! but we sprung the trap too soon, so the bogeyman kicks everybody’s shit in as Rikius stays inside to keep an eye on me and drop the fear spell. as i’m in the corner, eternally sobbing, i hear one of my friends scream out in agony and then nothing. it was Industria after seeing a sight that horrified her completely thanks to the bogeyman. probably images of Ryan Cabrera’s hair. have you seen that shit? i’d die too. she goes down, face down in the dirt as this fucker continues punishing us.

as i finally come to my senses too quickly and race outside hoping that my friends are alive. as i leave, Rikius fires off at the bogeyman with a scorching ray and nearly kills it. without a second of hesitation, Xaren punches the shit out of this thing until it’s dead. Elathera panics at the sight of Industria and feeds her a potion to bring our girl back to us. as she does that, Tenin angrily roars and stabs the corpse.

we regroup and get ready to go see Luska to let her know what’s up. Xaren asks me if I’m alright and when i say no, he offers a hug that i take. Samuel joins our hug and then picks us both up and as my friends fill Luska in, i pass out and Samuel takes me back to the inn to tuck me in. after, everybody else goes to get dinner and burns the body.

Industria spends the night practicing and playing her new lyre she took from the corpse. Xaren and Samuel have another date at the cafe where Xaren is haunted by the spirit of my voice telling him to kiss him. i’m plagued by nightmares and go to longingly stare out the window and Rikius asks if i need to talk. i tell him i’m bad at that sort of thing and he says he is too, so we quietly sit in each other’s company as i watch the forest, fluffed up, and purring. i fall asleep, loafed into the window.

as i wake up, still loafed into the window and purring, Rikius is leaning against the wall and waiting for me. he’s trying to be subtle, but hey, boy. ;)

we meet everyone downstairs and and we’re all a little tired and disheveled. my mane is a mess and as soon as Industria mentions we’re meeting the Guardian today, i panic and began brushing my mane out fiercely. Rikius and Samuel help me brush my giant mane and I Am Ready. Rikius fixes his hair and checks his stubble to make sure it’s still acceptable. he turns to me for second opinions and i give him a thumbs up, so like, we’re getting there, folks. he’s mine.

we finally meet the Guardian. a hamadryad named Andruw Mar. we return their book and they seem delighted to see it again. we speak and learn that the Svartalfar are trying to take down the Guardian and his people to get back to the Feywild and do Naughty Things, so we agree to help them out so long as they consider negotiations to ally themselves with our nation. the Guardian agrees and hands us a fancy card to give to New Thaddeus as a way of showing their good fiath so long as we keep our word.

and that’s where we let off.

#adventures of the volunteer fire department #oc: zakina kociak #game: pathfinder crusades

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Cold turkey in Kyrgyzstan. Facing Inner Demons: Stories of recovering drug addicts

Yes yeah your life flashes before your eyes Roslin and you start seeing connections between things yes good woman mine's a simple story wedding spielen started with a beer kissy girl that led to a joint NASA voice and then it got more serious thirty-three-year-old you've gained E is heroin dependent he's married with a child and has used drugs since he was 18 they're no good to you I've taken drugs since the early nineties but Abu Morton it was trendy then one and I was young and stupid war we thought it was something special and I wanted to stand out from the crowd Sergei is 37 with a wife and son he's been heroin-addicted for 16 years when I was 19 did it not yet Mitchell I started taking oxycontin then they went up to 120 dollars each instead of 60 lavazza and they weren't that easy to get anyway then a friend offered me some heroin to try gleb is 24 he lives in the USA with his parents he's been arrow independent for five years the Central Asian state of Kyrgyzstan is a mountain country between the Tian Shan and pamir ranges with beautifully picturesque scenery of wide valleys and stunning lakes what you look like a lot of my patients are ordinary good well bred and educated people but because of different circumstances they found themselves in this position yep see society the government and the politicians generally have no idea cool the drug and its are young or what it means to have one in the family addicts from all over the world have been coming here for more than 20 years when they hit rock bottom they seek help in Kyrgyzstan when you have gained his life was in danger his family brought him to the clinic his wife Maria came with him soon we bought a new car yes yes and I really wanted to keep the sons I hoped I'd be able to drive myself but I just couldn't that's what made me realize that I really needed help the whole point is that he's come off his own free will I didn't want to force him it would be useless if it hadn't been his decisions I didn't want to come at first he has to really want to do it I didn't have enough willpower maria fell in love at her dream wedding and then the child she always wanted with her man at her side it was a shock to learn that her husband was a drug user his sister was the first to realize he had a problem lookin saying you I wouldn't really believe it she tried hard to open my eyes how can you not see it she asked but I just refused to believe I said it couldn't possibly be true suppose it's only natural a woman always thinks her man is the best in the world is the illusion of all the close friends I've ever had only one is still alive some overdosed others were killed or died in prison well well this isn't exactly what you'd call a safe way of life it's been a long road I should have come here way back in 93 but the truth is that I was sent to prison several times and so it wasn't something I could do once the body becomes accustomed to drugs it needs them all the time when addicts don't get the heroin they crave they experience withdrawal symptoms which often include acute pain so their patients are not subjected to that torture the doctors chemically induce a coma this who's his doctor I am his name's of Dar has 29 and at the moment he's going through his fourth blockade he's been taking drugs for five years from 2005 here occasionally used marijuana and then harun from 2007 to 2009 for the last six months has been on crystal meth he alternates between drugs and has taken heroin about once a month in the last six months now he says he's ready for the pilgrimage yellow yellow we give new patients a thorough examination first of all and carry out all the necessary tests after that we individually select the best treatment method for each of them what they think oh so for some patients as few as three or four sessions are enough while others may need five or six or even more comfort they are comfortable in this state cousin you see literally if their temperature rises or the pulse rate increases because of sympathy and renal attack or if the patient's life is in danger that we can bring them out of induced coma at any time there is an antidote drug addicts don't only endanger themselves but also the lives of their families and friends parents spouses and children always suffer as well relatives usually go with the patients to the clinic they take the long road to recovery together loomis today I think by now you all know that the treatment they go through is quite tough and it's easier for the patients when it's a family member who looks after them when a family first becomes aware of addiction the first reactions are often confusion panic and anger doctors describe close relatives of drug users as codependent well as in bloody man what are you feeling now just listen what are you thinking about my only thought is about how to get rid of it what to do right what to do yeah how to help yes what I can do to help haunts me what can be done what steps to take at the organ y NOS llamo the incredible sense of guilt is tearing us apart that make you it's haunting and depressing the birthday that's got that how could it have happened why did it happen to my child story unions what did I overlooked but it's gonna depend what did I do wrong cuz the richness that's what happens when a person's mind is consumed with thinking about someone else another Aquabat sir sometimes these thoughts just take up too much space in your brain it's like that that's what work so you don't have much time left to develop your mind and personality am i right the treatment is intended to help not just the patients but their families as well to ease their guilt pain and fear once a drug addict does give up heroin perseverance is vital for that they need to be calm and relaxed rock-hopper they are medicated so they can continue their psychotherapy treatment with a clear mind we'll work with them for at least a week but that varies for different patients in the con average the psychotherapy takes seven days we can predict quite accurately which of our patients is most likely to fight until the end and which will break what's the swing if they don't have the inner strength will power and an intense desire to overcome their addiction and then it is highly likely that one day maybe much later after a year or even ten they'll eventually started taking drugs again Gleb was always an adrenaline junkie and an extreme-sports enthusiasts he first tried heroin in his search for yet another high nips toy wake up clever clever time to get up brush knees he liked it and was hooked that's how he ended up here in the kyrgyz clinic you're beautiful what first interested me about him was the fact that he'd come from the USA at that time malev was the youngest of my patients that made him the most difficult he was 22 and wanted to see everything there is to see in the world he's full of illusions that's impossible to persuade him of anything he never listens to anyone klebs parents brought him to the clinic last year but he couldn't make it through the treatment he gave up and went home whatever we keep in touch with patients for six months after the treatment we learned that he was taking five pills instead of the one he was prescribed he knew what he was doing but he's a thrill seeker and he was but for a dhryn alene ah the medicine overdose was far too much for him he nearly died now Gleb is back at the clinic to complete his treatment to prove to himself and the doctors that he can do it even at the clinic there is still temptations after the coma stage you have gained II met a patient who invited him to smoke some weed well that's bullshit we had a huge row we have no secrets from each other so one day he just came out and said that he wanted to smoke marijuana I told her honestly that they had offered me some to smoke than I did he said I couldn't say no and then the doctors had to bring me around we use what's called the stress energetic psychotherapy method which first appeared in 1988 any mental disorder is linked to the soul especially we're talking about drug or alcohol addiction it's all rooted in our emotional experience on the shores of Lake is it cool the patients take a 24-hour vow of silence they live or stare lives and meditate in search of inner peace for this spiritual journey everyone chooses their own ritual stone they try to transfer all their fears pain and drug-filled past into their stones the UH LaBelle pass is about 3,000 meters above sea level and marks the starting point for each patient's final trial the pilgrimage 250 kilometers of rugged mountain terrain they'll have to negotiate it on foot and they're likely to suffer from heat cold sore feet and lack of oxygen gleb attempted the pilgrimage last year but failed the rough hike proves too much for him after 50 kilometers the young man could go no further nobody tell me I hurt my back badly either way you have to get out of here look around and make a decision and just it's not that I didn't want to I did show up after all show me where it hurts was here I jumped onto a snowboard to put him about 30 meters and missed now every step I take hurts but it's tonight Gleb our first stop is in two and a half kilometers look what's the point I could go on but what for so you're not going I could go on but it's pointless well at least you'd get that far but I know that I won't get any further what if you really want to give up no but I already know I won't make it when it came to picking a stone I chose a huge one it must have been about eight kilos I think that she's doing I didn't know then that I'd have to carry it 250 kilometers that's why it ended up so badly I have problems with my back I nearly broke my spine when I was 15 so on the first day my back hurt like crazy but they even wanted to give up but decided against it I walked for three days but as my stone was too heavy I broke it into pieces to make it lighter and was disqualified yes now though I've come again to finish the whole 250 kilometers who's a good little glib a lot of people were against bringing you back to the clinic do you understand they still don't really want you here but we've decided to give you a second chance give gainey has also begun his pilgrimage which should take about a week one of the doctors accompanies him and an ambulance delivers everything he might need medicines water and attempt to sleep in this is the second day wow I've got four or five to go it all depends on how fast I can hike there isn't happen to be honest I thought it would be easier especially the first day I didn't think 60k a day would be too difficult I did 20 k and then another 10 and that's when it got really hard for the last 5 or 10 kilometers I haven't been walking as much as crawling yes with you bear Seattle while you're walking your life flashes before your eyes then you start seeing connections between things ok I think about my future about everything really Moisture mobile showroom where there's no one to talk to you so sometimes I hum tunes to myself yeah yellow suit I'm preparing a surprise for my dear husband I want to show him how much I love him of course he already knows good but I want him to read my banner from the mountain so you can see for himself it's stuff up there I want at least to make his last two kilometers a little easier so he'll hurry knowing i'm waiting for him there's no stable means we miss each other so much which Allah silber Maria stood by her husband at every stage of the treatment they cried argued and made up together hoping he'd recover was he a strong man probably if he can do it he hasn't yet he's only been walking for three days he can do it you're confident right I have no doubt at all I know he can make it to the end what will you do if he started taking drugs again again no he won't I'm sure I don't even want to think about it what if well I'd stand by him to the end if he breaks we'll try to cure him again well done what a woman not everyone can cope with the test of the pilgrimage some patients need to face emotional rather than physical trials I'm not well enough to go on the pilgrimage listen there's not the airport I'd like to but I know I'm just not strong enough to get through it what a confusion was it so if you think about it shock therapy seems to be quite a reasonable alternative doctors call this stress energetic psychotherapy but in layman's terms it's shock therapy he came to us was serious withdrawal symptoms and went through six black aids monkey are you sure in your own mind that you'd give up one hundred percent why do you think so many people say that I don't know you have some experience of the criminal world right sure I know it inside out many say they're one hundred percent sure and the next thing they're shooting up again I don't know about them but i can give you my word I'm a man and I always keep my promises that's how I was brought up the doctors have decided that after his induced coma and therapy sessions Sergei should now be given shock therapy at first he couldn't make up his mind he wanted to go on the pilgrimage she said I want to carry this stone with my past and my pain I can do it Sergei has survived severe trials before he was in solitary confinement in prison and I'm sure he can pass the test but the big question though is how important it is to him so I think that for him stress energetic psychotherapy is the best option the procedure takes half an hour the doctors think of it as a psychological reboot bright lights loud shouting and aggressive clapping help clear and reprogram the patient's mind the process induces a cathartic state ok that before it's a little like hypnosis thank you slowly we repeat you're strong you're powerful you can do it there's no need for drugs in your life anymore and these subliminal thoughts become imprinted in their minds the next day these ideas get stuck in their heads though they don't remember the actual words when you say gleb sets out on his pilgrimage again this time he's chosen a smaller stone which will be physically easier for him but psychologically much harder loving parents and a good career are waiting for him at home and he's promised to come back cured romola doom cocky I wanted him to remember the exact moment that he finished his journey Stephanie malish I wanted to make it special mr. i know it was quite a demanding experience for him and I'm so proud of him for proving he was able to do it a cleansing summer rain shower began just as you've gained he completed his week-long pilgrimage the treatment was over the patient's rid themselves of their negative past by discarding their stones and symbolically burning their troubles on the sacred touchdown at our Mountain the most important thing is that I've saved my marriage all this is thanks to my wife who's waited 16 years for me after the treatment Sergei kept in touch with the clinic for a month he claims to have stopped taking drugs now he's not answering his phone and no one knows where he is yo I've been going to university for five years and still have no degree but now i am going to graduate Gleb finished his pilgrimage and returned to the USA he doesn't take drugs and has taken up extreme sports again he is convinced he will never return to abusing drugs again shit up bullet though I flew a paraglider yesterday and I'm thinking of buying one the euros where I live a perfect for it you've gained Ian Maria have returned to their hometown and changed their social circle if gaining has found a new job now it has taken no drugs for six months he wants to give up smoking and hopes for a second child you

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