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madraleen · 6 months

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The Promised Neverland - Kaiu Shirai/Posuka Demizu Vol.13-15: A complimenting commentary.

-oh yeah, that's too much kiddie reminiscence, yugo and lucas ain't making it out. they're gonna blow the place up like gilda threatened. that's my prediction

-oof i'm rooting for you guys, but it ain't looking good

-okay, not gilda's explosion, but an explosion all the same.

-one asset of this manga is that it can make the truly sad moments pack a punch. like the separation with norman, ray's intention to die, emma seeing yugo. they’re noticeably more effective than everything else. even if you don't care up to that point, they still make you sit up.

-ah yes the obligatory afterlife scene, nice

-oof, that was a lot. that was heavy.

-is it truly minerva?

-i'm sorry, mr minerva sent two kids that couldn't handle WILD demons to find us...? with no real protection...? that sounds irresponsible.

-hayato's design, i really like it

-i guess hayato is good at stealth but still, they were so powerless against wild demons, what is minerva or "minerva" teaching these kids. i guess not combat, but STILL, he sent them out there

-zazie killing the demons about to eat emma, what a great panel

-a town inside a tree, that's cool

-NORMAN?! also, lol, norman? he grew like three years more than the others. he's a young man (in appearance), and emma and ray are children.

-they've earned that hug, emma and norman, they've earned it so hard

-"oh, my left ear? i left it at the house." lmao, what a way to put it

-gosh, i remember so few names, it's such a huge cast, i'm sorry.

-yeah, i expected ray to hit norman :D

-aww bb ray crying <3

-experimenting on children? hayato a fast runner.

-dude, the babies hanging from the ceiling imagery, the experimented-on children. dark.

-is this the part where we clap for norman's exposition monologue? 'cause it was a good one. too good to be true even.

-aw ray, norman and emma falling asleep together, my heart

-ray with the questions, that's why i like ray. a voice of level-headedness, but not your typical aloofness. just more-aloof-than.

-yeah, see, that's nice, ray knowing what emma truly wants, because ray's lived with emma and grown with emma and seen emma grow for two years now, and norman hasn't

-the dynamic i'm getting is, norman and emma can cordially disagree, and norman won't back down but won't stop emma from doing her thing, and ray is emma's ride-or-die, so whatever emma says, he'll be beside her even if he doesn't quite agree, because he just can't let her face the risk alone

-this is interesting, because it's emma vs everyone and it's never been that way. it's always been emma WITH everyone.

-we stan a friend that meets you where you are, not where *he* is or where he thinks you should be (ray and emma, i'm talking about them).

-lol, not me following the 'how to draw ray' tutorial, lmao

-hm? i'm sorry, hm? barbara eats demon meat...?

-yeah, if emma hears of norman's plan, she'll blow a gasket. back-stabbing alliances. that's not emma stuff.

-hmmm, norman detaching himself from emma instead of opening up and hugging her back. hmmmmm. hm i say.

-ha, my prediction for cordial disagreement and emma and ray going on their separate mission was spot-on!

-okay, an imprisoned demon in norman's basement wasn't what i expected to see when zazie opened that door, niiice

-"that's not what the demons are like," barbara says, a panel away from transforming into a kimetsu no yaiba demon

-yeah, because no matter what, norman technically killed the mass farm kids, or let them die. even if he had no other choice, even if it was seen as merciful in comparison, their deaths are still by his actions and norman actually does have a conscience.

-i'm low-key curious to see how s2 of the anime screwed up as much as i've seen reported, bc the manga structure works really well.

#the promised neverland #the promised neverland manga #manga #manga commentary

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charmixpower · 2 years

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More rambling about "Twinning with the Witches" and "In the Heart of Cloudtower"

Can I just say, I'm like, so upset about how Winx being annoying about witches competely careen this episode off of cliff

The episode is called twinning (with the) witches and YET there is no twinning with the witches!! Crimes!!! Crimes!!

"Oh welcome to Cloud Tower we're all evil witches who use negative emotions for our magic and constantly back stab eachother" shut up shut up shut up this is the lamest shit I've ever heard in my entire life

I'm obessed with these episodes, and I am literally unable to shut up about them, but they suck. They suck so much ass. I need them to be better. That will justify my obessesion

Anyway I wish that the Winx and the Witches didn't just draw a line in the sand and decide to stand on their sides glaring at eachother, constantly fighting like it's so lame

Side stepping the Codex and Darkar for now, bc I love season 2 but God they sucked, it would of been amazing to see each of the Winx actually team up with a witch

Why are they teaming up with Witches? Well maybe there's some external force of magic that needs to be controlled/subdued/fixed in some way, and Witch magic is about interacting with external magic sources, while all fairy magic is personal

While Faries can connect to external manifestations of their cores, it's not as stable or direct. Flora has to send her own personal magic to a plant to start controlling it by integrating her own magic with the present magic, while a witch would just be able to control the magic present in the plant outright. So I'm thinking what ever the things are they're so unstable and volitle that it won't let any external magic interact or integrate with it, ergo the Winx need to hangout with some witches

This is actually more likely in s3 over s2 because of Valtor breaking shit. The things he's stealing the powers from, like the second Sun of Solaria and the Heart of All Oceans, and planets magical cores. Being the most powerful magical cores in the dimension because they're connected to all forms of whatever they represent. They're the core of most environmental magic

Personally would really enjoy a more low key and more low stakes thing where the Winx just hang out with some Cloud Tower witches. Maybe they need help making a very specific potion only a witch can make, but I also offer the more high stakes version because it's more in line with how high stakes the episode originally was

A day in the life of a witch. We don't have any Witch protagonists or anything of the sort because the writers were annoying about Mirta

I want to see witch girlies!!!!

Witches I want to see hanging out with the Winx:

1) Shilly. Girl has A LOT going on in the comics and it would be cool to see her in the show doing stuff. Shilly in twinning witches accidentally makes light enegry instead of dark energy, so I'm taking this to mean she's a incredibly positive person. She gives me anxious extrovert enegry. I've never read the comics about her. I think she'd be better at more support magic

2) Karen. The cheerleader!! I wanna see more of her. I think she'd be a lot like Ty-lee from alta. She'd probably cartwheel places. Does CT have a cheer squad?? She's apart of it. She probably holds some kind of student body position. I think she'd be good at more offensive magic and take a more active role over support. I've always headcanoned she was from Eraklyon too lol

3) Endora. That girl is a noble of some kind. Look at her hair. It has all the prestige she would ever need in her entire life. She looks confident and fiercely intelligent. I think she'd be a fun character to follow around. She seems like she'd be able to do combat magic

4) Hecate. Named after the goddess of witchcraft. This is a bitch with some power right here. I wanna see her get to show off. Plus she styles her hair the exact same way that I do and I'm eternally biased

5) Yakobetta. For the punk girlie energy

6) Pulisatilla. Not much is known about her except that she's flirtatious, like most witches bc they're easy to use for love triangles, but she was the one making the potion (along with Ivey) to help escape Cloud Tower in season 1 so I think she'd be a good witch to call on for help

If we're talking Witches with similar powers to match the twin part:

Lunilla for Stella. For the sake of this she's the witch of more than just the moon, but concentrates on her Moon powers being the opposite of Stella.

Vera for Musa. Vera wears headphones, which is enough for me to headcanon her as the witch of silence, as opposed to Musa being the fairy of sound.

Ivey probably has plant powers much like Flora, and I would love to see Flora hang out with a witch. Flora's love of science is basically her being the closest to a classical witch than the other Winx so they'd vibe

Lucrezia for Aisha. The girl looks like she has liquid powers, probably water tbh

Bloom and Tecna don't have easy analog tho. I'd used Rubis for Bloom and Zulema for Tecna bc they look like they could have similar powers

I wanna see them hang out with some witches!!!

I don't really have anything solid here except for a wish list, but twinning witches being about actually hanging with some witches instead of fighting with them would be fun

Plus. Fairy magic can apparently solve any problem???? That's lame. Give me a problem that faries just aren't equiped to handle at all, give me a reason witches are equally important as faries

Come on, come on, there has to be SOMETHING that the witches can do that Fairies can't that help keep the dimension stable and safe. Some sort of skill set that makes witches a better choice than faries in certain situations

Just, I wanna see them be useful, I wanna see them do something helpful for the plot. Screaming, crying, and begging

DAPHNE SHOULD BE A WITCH!!!!! Hehehehe it would explain how she was able to do fuckery with Domino's magic core??? Would that fuck?? I think it fucks

#rus chatters #winx witches

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galaxylover06 · 1 year

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Hi! I absolutely ADORE your art style. Your wholesome Shadow art is so cute and fun!! And the way you draw Tikal is gorgeous. I saw a post you made back in June of a ghost Tikal design you made for a sonic au you have. If you’re still working on that au, I would love to hear more about it! :D

Hello! Firstly, thank you! I've been just loving making all the wholesome Shadow art, there's never enough of it!

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I am still definitely working on my AU, (which I think I'm definitely gonna call "Reverent Heart" I thought alot about it and I think that's what I'm going with, we'll see) a lot has changed sense that Tikal piece however, I do wish I could go into good detail on the AU but in terms of writing and story I'm still working on it all, BUT I do have key points and things I wanna focus on, so I'll dive a little into that!

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Of course, this AU centers around Shadow and Tikal, in terms of story I have A LOT on Shadow I wanna cover so I'd call him my little main, my protagonist so to speak, I got some deep, emotional stuff I wanna do with him.

HOWEVER I still definitely wanna REALLY explore Tikals character, I feel like many writers don't attempt to dive into her backstory and explore her dark origins so I can't wait till I can really get around to writing it!!

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While my AU is meant to be super close to the canon, I guess there could be a couple things that are technically very different, but more in the way of "this is how interpret this" from the canon, only time will tell

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Also just low-key there's probably gonna be a STUPID amount of couples in this, like my intentions are to explore a good story but I'm also a feral shipper and am genuinely curious on everyone's dynamic and how they function as a couple and teammates in battle (as goofy as that is)

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I can't say production is fast at the moment, I'm taking my time, a rushed story is gonna get me no where so I'm just rolling with it.

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Tldr: story is still in production, my plan is to explore the characters and world of the sonic universe with my own interpretation of it all! And see how everyone's dynamics work and grow!

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Sorry for the long ramble, not sure if this is exactly what you wanted to hear but it's what I got (oh and more Tikal art is on the way so stay tuned for that)

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bythepen98 · 1 year

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Wip

Been reading a lot of hp fics again nowadays and it low-key got me through the week leading up to my exam. Specifically been adding more Tomione and Tomarry to my already full list of stuff to read (with various other harry and hermione ships) and I've figured I'd finally give in to the urge and just draw.

I always get inspired after reading a significant amount of good fics but couldn't work on it last week since I had to be responstible and study. Ugh.

For this I chose Tom bc his face pre-voldy is too pretty to ignore and I've always wanted to draw him the way I envisioned. Just never got around to doing so until now. Taking it slow though bc I mostly just want to get used to drawing him first, along with another character, without much pressure, otherwise I'd just get frustrated and give up halfway.

#wip #wipart #hp #hp fanart #tom riddle #fanart

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smieska-draws · 2 years

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Hello. How are you and your health? Well... in general... I wanted to ask a few questions. 1 - When did you learn to draw and why did you want to do it? 2 - What are your favorite hobbies? 3 - When did you get to know Undertale and Deltarune? 4 - What are your favorite characters of these two games? 5 - How do you feel about such ships as Asrisk and Krilsei?

oh butts I only just saw this ;0;' sorry for the delay!

I'm doing alright, 'cautiously optimistic' is more like it...!

1 - I've always been attracted to making things and seeing how things are made. I remember always looking in awe as a kid when my dad would open up the VHS player to clean it and he would show me how it worked.

So naturally, I kinda just always stuck with drawing because I loved reading comics, I would doodle in class, flipbooks, all that good stuff. I started "taking it seriously" (ex: became obsessed with digimon) at like.. 13 or something, as you do. I lived in the middle of nowhere in the 2000s with primitive internet so I had to teach myself how to draw. I remember constantly taking out the only book on artist anatomy in the library several times.. deviantart tutorials were starting to pop up so mid 2000s there were some of those... But it was pretty much just through observation and making my friends pose for me while I drew lol (I have a whole can of worms about that but oop i won't rant)

2- Bringing back the 'creating of things', I low key scold myself everytime I get invested in a new craft. I really wish crafts were more appreciated instead of it being seen as an old lady or kid thing.. So I enjoy a lot of crafts!!! Sewing, embroidery, painting, MAKING paint, making paper/bookbinding, beading, crocheting, stained glass, cooking/baking, so many damn things. My absolute favourite types of videos to watch are the 'making sculptures out of trash', or restorations (paintings, consoles or old things) just.. HNG. CREATING STUFF AND SEEING HOW THERE'S MADE. AAA 😔👌

3 - When it initially blew up lol it came out in September 2015, I was visiting back home and just enjoying autumn, but my tumblr dashboard was getting inundated with two cartoon skeletons and something about spaghetti? So in October I went back to my apartment and thought 'huh ok lets give it a shot i guess', BAM. heart full, tears wept. Gote boi hugged.

Deltarune was more of a surprise lol Since that day before halloween in 2018, the undertale twitter was being cryptic so I thought it was going to be a Gaster reveal or something. Nope, he just ... dropped a whole ass game on halloween. Amazing. I remember zooming home in the rain after work to play it. I thought it was a troll by Toby, like he saw all the endless AUs being made and decided as a joke he'd make his own AU. But... the game kept going and I thought, 'ok this is too elaborate to be a prank omg' ALSO, seeing Ralsei all cloaked up and mysterious, i sus'd him out IMMEDIATELY (mainly because my fav is Asriel and YOU KNOW the first thing i did was hug Ralsei because i cried like a baby in undertale) The one thing I wanted from undertale was for Asriel to be by your side and supporting you (instead of being a sneaky soulless flower) and HELL YEAH I GOT MY WISH. AAAA

5 - meh I've never been a shipper of any kind. Even when I have 2 characters do a thing together that people immediately go 'OMG HAVE THEM KISS' i'm just like '??? no ??? they're very close friends, are they not allowed' idk idk i feel like i'm on the outside of things like that. I personally despise labels and I just like to play with characters and their different personalities, stories and stuff. Its like playing in a sandbox.

#smii tries not to rant

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cairi-fruit · 1 year

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Been MIA for a while.

I do still make art, not every day but I do still draw. I really like drawing Chlodine still. Not sure if I'mma keep this as a thing really. It's been getting hard. There is someone in the Uncharted fandom who quite literally traumatised me some years ago, and while I kept posting art and stuff (though I almost quit in 2020), tried to post my headcanons and Sims things. But I randomly stumbled across his person still talking about me, for nearly 4 years. I haven't spoken to this person since I almost quit in 2020, and when I did talk to them that time it's because they were rehashing drama and accusing me of things when I hadn't spoken to them in a year at that point.

It hurts. I know it shouldn't but it does. I know you can't control how other people perceive you, but it's a very difficult thing for me to live with, not make peace with because I can't make peace with it, I can just keep going. I've heard other autists mention this feeling, it feels dirty, and dishonest and threatening and unsafe and you want that closure, I want to try but I know with how this person is, it will just make it worse. Don't try to speculate who I've spoken to here it might be, I've never spoken to them with this account.

I feel tainted. This person ruined writing for me. I haven't written in years, and sometimes I get random panic attacks from Uncharted things especially Chlodine things. And Chlodine is my favourite thing to draw but I get sad doing it sometimes. Along with other life things. Excuse my sentimentality, not only did that person come up again but I've been coming to terms with the fact that I have seasonal depression at the end of the year as well as being on a new temporary hormonal medicine for my PCOS. I'm a bit in my feelings lately.

I think I've given up trying to make art work for me. I'mma just keep it low-key. I won't be opening commissions, collabing or trading or anything of the sort any more. If I do it might be strictly in person, on my personal sources, so completely unconnected to the Cairi-Fruit name and stuff.

Thanks for you guys who love my work. Maybe I'll post more Barbie art because I've been doing more of that lately. Thanks for the support, I've been sharing my art online since I was 12, I'm 20 now. Most of you haven't been around for years with my previous handles but I know a few of you have been and I'm grateful, I am. I just don't think my mental health is worth it.

Again, overly emotional right now so maybe I'll realise I was being dumb and post here and there, I'm not abandoning everything completely for good I'm just gonna.... vibe. Or try to, anyway. Thanks again.

#chlodine #artists on tumblr #actually autistic

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ashdreams2023 · 2 years

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Hi, i hope doing good. Can i have a Marvel matchup please 💐 I'm genderfluid, bisexual with male preference. I'm Turkish, i have long black wavy hair. I have thick black eyebrows, brown eyes. I always have rosy cheeks. My body is curvy with very big chest and little tummy. Also i'm 173 cm. I'm Libra, a infp. I always have poker face. Those who know me for the first time describe me as cold, quiet, and distant. I'm only close to two or three people. They describe me as cold, soft inside, calm, resourceful and knowledgeable. They say I make clever jokes and I'm the mom-friend. And i hate phsyical touch. My love language is words of affirmation. If I talk about myself, I've always been on my own. I have family problems, I was never close with my father. Even though we are side by side with my mother, we are distant. I'm just my own mom and dad. That's why I've always focused on academic achievement for salvation. And I think I'm very good at it. My hobbies are drawing, sewing, writing and researching, especially about mythology, cultures, history, fashion. I always wear my headphones and listen to music. I like silence, soft colors, being alone, flowers (especially honeysuckle), spring and breeze. I don't like crowds, noise, children, loud talkers and shiny things. I always wear colorful clothes with floral prints. I also wear interesting earrings and different printed socks. And finally, I don't really have an ideal type. I love every person. I like the fact that there are different people.

Been a while since I did one of these

Bruce banner

To be honest the first time he sees you he’s both intimidated and very attracted to you

He does though think your cheeks are extremely adorable

Bruce is a good listener and would take his time knowing you and discovering what’s under that poker face of yours

He would love your jokes, he tries to joke around too but god bless his heart he can’t land a decent punchline

Bruce doesn’t need a lot of physical touch just reassurance

His love language is acts of service, kept him to randomly find something that reminded him of you like a necklace or a book and get it to you or even send a cute video he knows you’ll like

He respects you academy goals and willing to help you if you asked him of course {no pressure}

Since you love researching a lot he will most likely share with you his own research and you two can work on it together

Try reaching him how to sew, he’ll low key find it entertaining

You’re welcome to his lab anytime you feel like you want to be alone and he wouldn’t bother you either

I can see him learning how to DIY some stuff in his free time and gifting them to you when he comes to visit

Btw he loves printed socks and buys them all the time so he’ll get you a pair whenever he has the chance to go shopping

#mcu bruce banner #mcu matchups

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perpetually-forgettable · 3 years

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Chapter Four

Chapter Summary: We get a revelation from Bucky and we get some background info on an *as of right now* minor character. Sweet Bucky and him teasing the hell out of reader.

Warnings: Swearing, mild sexual content, sexual tension, slightly creepy Bucky

Word Count: 3,004

A/N: Did I title drop? OH YES I DID!!!! Don’t judge me, it just happened. Lol. This chapter was gonna go a different way but then ideas happened and it pretty much wrote itself. Hope you enjoy!!!

Deciding at the last possible second to not ruin your friendship forever, you kissed Bucky's cheek instead of his lips and then slunk back into his arms. You could kick yourself, you knew you wanted Bucky, wanted to be with Bucky, but you knew you couldn't. It was maddening being literally so close to the thing you desired most but not able to reach out and grab it. Well, you could physically grab him, but you wanted more than that. You wanted a love that lasts. A love that consumes them both, body, and soul. You wanted a fiery passion that left you both breathless, you wanted tender moments with soft caresses.

You wanted Bucky more than you've ever wanted anything in your entire life...except his friendship and the irreplaceable bond you shared with each other. You knew if you told him, you'd lose him. And you'd long ago decided that you'd rather not live in a world without him in it. If you lost Bucky, you would simply cease to exist, fading into nothingness. With his arms wrapped around you, pinning you to him, you felt tears prick at the edges of your eyes, a lump forming in your throat. You didn't want to cry, but you did. Your body shook with sobs and Bucky pulled you away from him to look at you questionably.

"What's the matter doll? Why ya crying?" He searched your face for answers as he placed his palm on your cheek and wiped away your tears with his thumb.

You sniffled and pulled yourself a bit out of his reach, putting on a fake smile. "I'm just really glad you found my wallet, Buck." You lied. "Wanna know why I was looking for my wallet the other night to begin with?" You asked, hoping to distract him.

He nodded, not quite believing your lie but smiled sweetly at you anyway. "Sure."

You reached over to grab your wallet and scooted closer to him again, not quite in his arms but definitely in his personal space, your bodies touching. You opened your wallet to grab the small photo of the two of you that you kept there. The edges were frayed and the picture itself showed signs of wear and tear. You held it up to his face and smiled.

His face lit up as he reached for the photo. "Wow y/n, I can't believe you still have this." Admiring the photo some more he turned it over, back, and forth in his hand. "That was a really fun day. I kept mine for so long but now I can't find it anywhere....this is why you were looking for your wallet?" He held it up, his eyebrows rising incredulously.

You shook your head in earnest. "Yea, I thought I'd lost it and that made me really sad. This was a special day. It's my favorite picture of us and anytime I'm sad or happy or just whenever I want to look at it I can." You explained, shrugging at the end.

He beamed at you. Not saying anything, only reaching his hand out to grasp the back of your neck and pulling you forward to kiss the top of your head before placing his forehead against yours. Shaking his head, he let go of you and moved into his seat properly to put his seat belt on, you did the same, putting the center compartment back down to rest your elbow on, so did Bucky, one hand on the wheel. Bucky still didn't say anything as he began the journey home, taking his time. At a red light, he looked over at you, grinning, and flipped his hand over, palm up and open in a silent gesture for you to lace your fingers together. And you did, smiling at him in return. You stayed that way the entire drive, his thumb drawing circles on the back of your hand until he pulled up into his driveway. He begrudgingly let go of your hand to put the truck in park and shut off the engine, looking over at you again in the dark, silent cab. You were overwhelmed. You had to get out of the truck, get some distance from him. You couldn't get your hopes up like this. Opening the door, you slid out of your seat, not even glancing his direction before you walked to your door and opened it, leaning your back against the door once it was closed and letting out a sigh.

"Rough day?" Your mom asked from the couch, looking at you with concern and love.

You pushed off the door and sighed again. "Yeah...but good news, Bucky found my wallet. It was in his truck. So, there's that." You said leaning over the back of the couch on your elbows.

"That's good dear, how was the game?"

"It was good. I got a picture of Blake holding my purse, I'm gonna print it and send it to him." You chuckled. "Bucky made a sweat ass tackle there at the end and Steve brought it home. So...we won...obviously." you recounted excitedly. "Then me and Buck went to Penny's to grab some food. And OH MY GOD, they have a new milkshake. It's key lime pie. It's so good mom, oh my god."

Your mom watched you explain your day, smiling and nodding, chuckling when she thought something was funny.

"Well, I'm glad you had a good time. I'm sorry I wasn't able to come to the game, I really wanted to be there for James."

"What happened with that by the way?"

She sighed. "Well...we found some weird stuff in a client's books. We had to go down a rabbit hole to figure it all out. We're still looking into it all so the next few days or until we can get it squared away might be long days for me, I'm afraid."

"You gotta do what you gotta do." You shrugged. "My truck will be out of the shop on Monday, they said they'd have someone there to let me pick it up after school since I've gotta stay late to go through and edit the photos from the game and choose some for the school paper and stuff. Bucky said he'd take me since practice should be over by then. So, no worries." You tried to put her mind at ease, knowing she's worried about the prospect of you fending for yourself for a while, even though you were pretty much grown.

"Okay baby. I think I'm gonna head to bed early tonight, today was rough for me too, but I wanted to stay up to make sure you got home safe and see how the game went." She said as she stood up and turned the TV off, coming around to hug you before heading to her room.

You made your way upstairs to get some pajamas and take a shower, noticing you smelled like a sweaty football player and shuddered. Before you left though you opened your curtain and saw the light shining behind Bucky's curtain, opening your window, and grabbing a few of the plastic BB pellets you and Bucky use to get each other to open the window before tossing one to his. You waited briefly before throwing two more in quick succession. Eventually, you saw movement as he made his way over and smiled at seeing you, securing his curtains he opened the window, leaning out a bit and nodded his head in that stupid 'what's up motion he knew you hated. It was so dumb.

"Hey." You said, tilting your head to rest on your shoulder, enjoying the view of him in his pajama pants and nothing else.

"Hey." He replied, copying your posture, grinning at you.

Not really having a reason to bug him, you didn't know what else to say. You just wanted to see him.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Bout to take a shower. I smell like sweaty football players. You?"

He laughed, holding up a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. "Reading."

You were shocked. Bucky rarely ever read, especially not a classic from the great Alexandre Dumas. "James Buchanan Barnes...I'm impressed." You said, folding your arms under your breasts as you stood up.

"Guess you don't know me as well as you thought you did now huh baby doll?" He teased, his arms spread wide in a mock bow to you.

"Boy!!! I know you better than you know yourself!!!" You bit back, just the tiniest bit offended he would insult you like that.

He placed his hands on either side of the window and hung his head while shaking it slowly, chuckling under his breath. The image did things to you. You saw the muscles in his arms and shoulders roll when he moved, his stomach tightening as he laughed, making his abs more prominent. His pajama pants hung low on his hips, and you couldn't look away, couldn't stop your wayward imagination, not realizing you were biting your lip and literally eye fucking him. There was no hiding that he knew the direction of your thoughts when he lifted his head to look at you again, arms still spread out.

When his eyes met yours, they were dark, tonguing his upper lip as he smiled at you. “You alright there doll?”

You couldn’t breathe. The way he looked at you, the way he looked period, left a feeling in your chest you’ve never experienced before, you couldn’t identify it or even how to begin explaining it. It was all-encompassing. All you could do was nod your head, returning to a more normal disposition.

He grinned. “Sure, you are. Now get outta here, this book is getting good, I wanna get back to it.” He jerked his head to the side.

All you could do was comply, not able to make any words come out of your mouth. You closed your window, unintentionally leaving the curtains open, and grabbed your things to take a shower.

Feeling y/n shudder underneath him immediately jolted his brain into panic mode, he knew her well enough to know when she was crying like she currently was. Why would she be crying this hard right now, this was a happy moment…right? He leaned her back to investigate, searching her face for any clues. Wiping her tears away, hating that she was upset and worried he had done something to trigger the downpour. She pulled away a bit to explain to show him why she had been searching for her wallet the night of the video chat. Seeing the photo and examining it, he could see how often she took it out of her wallet by the marks of frequent use around the edges of the polaroid-like photo, the plastic over the image itself having a small amount of give in places. He was left speechless and breathless at the notion that such a small thing of them brought out this kind of reaction in her. He was awestruck at the level of devotion to a small piece of paper that held evidence of the strength of their bond, the way she was more upset about losing this small picture of the two of them in each other’s arms laughing and smiling than she was about losing everything else she had in there, all important stuff too. I love her he thought to himself, noticing the way his heart fluttered and warmed at those same thoughts. This was more than the love born in friendship and companionship, this was more…so much more. And he couldn’t stop smiling, truly happy in this moment. He was in no rush to reach their destination, wanting to stay in the moment forever, this little bubble of bliss, holding her hand this way.

But then she bolted. She didn’t say a single word or even look his way as she sprinted to her door and opened it like the hounds of hell were nipping at her heels. He was shocked, standing there for longer than he’d like to admit, staring at where she retreated into her home. Shaking his head with a sight he walked into his house, seeing his parents at the kitchen table eating, they looked up.

“Hey honey,” his mom said excitedly, “We saw you at the game today, nice tackle there at the end!” She said proudly.

He grinned shyly, “Thanks ma, I actually have something I need to talk to you guys about.” He said as he cupped the back of his neck nervously. Both his parents looking at him with concern.

After explaining the ins and outs of what coach had told him, his parents were beyond excited, they both jumped up and down excitedly as they put their arms around him. They’ve always been so supportive, even his dad, despite his many obligations to the U.S. Army. Him and his dad devised a new workout regime that would hopefully help in getting noticed by a few scouts, agreeing to start as soon as possible, his mom throwing suggestions here and there. After some time, they parted ways and Bucky found himself in his room, too many thoughts filling his head for him to consider sleeping. So, he decided to grab a book, selecting a book y/n brought over to read often enough she left a copy there in his bookshelf. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was about but decided if it ended up being boring it would at least help lull him into a state he could sleep easier. He took his shirt off and grabbed some pajama pants, deciding to lay down on the couch and read there. The book was a little confusing at first but was quickly drawn into the retelling of a harsh betrayal, a lost love, a prison escape, and the ultimate vengeance on those that betrayed the man who lost everything, only to rise from the ashes a changed man. He quickly realized why y/n enjoyed this book so much, it was good!

Tap

Jerked from the vision in his mind, brought to life on the pages in front of him he looked around, trying to find the cause of the sudden noise, finding nothing, and eagerly returning to the book in his hands.

Tap...tap.

Now he recognized it. With a slightly frustrated sigh he got he got up and saw y/n across the way, he smiled at her. She didn’t say anything but a shy hello, so he asked what she was doing. Her reply made him swell with pride knowing it was his scent that clung to her. And when he showed her the book he was reading in response to her question she was visibly impressed and even stated so. He was proud he could conjure this type of response in her, simply by reading, noticing the way her arms framed her breasts nicely. He decided to tease her a bit, ‘baby doll’ slipping from his lips, enjoying the notion of calling her that more than he’d like to admit. Her clever retort had him laughing, holding onto the window frame for support. Lifting his head after his bought of laughter he noticed the way her lower lip was caught in her teeth, how her eyes grew darker as they roamed his body. It was blatantly obvious she was checking him out and enjoying what she saw. This wasn’t a new thing for him, many people often ogled him when he was jogging or working out, what was new, however, was that y/n was the one doing it now. This was the first time he ever saw her appreciate his body and he realized he enjoyed it. A lot.

“You alright there doll?” He couldn’t help but tease just a little. He liked the way she always blushed when he got the courage to behave this way, the way her breaths became quicker, and her pupils dilated. He knew what he was doing to her, he knew she was turned on. And the thought excited him in such a way he was fighting back the urge to grasp his pajama pants a little. She didn’t even respond to his question, she simply nodded and tried her best to hide her body’s response to the situation. After encouraging her to go take her shower so he could continue to read, he noticed she left her curtains open, and a sinister plan came to mind. His small sofa was angled in such a way that if he lied down, he could see a great deal of her bedroom, almost all of her bed, her desk, her closet, and bedroom door. He never really noticed this before, but he was suddenly thankful for the bay windows they each had. He also knew that when the lights were off in his room, because of the angle of the roofs and their respective houses, you couldn’t see a damn thing. He’d been in her room enough times to know how his room looked from her window. He was filled with eager anticipation for the game that was about to unfold for him as he turned off his lights and got comfortable on the couch, laying one hand on his stomach and the other bent behind his head, his legs spread as one leg was kneeled up against the back of the couch. His mind played visions in his head at the thought of her being in the shower right now, of the things he might glimpse as he made a plan to make sure the curtains would be open for at least a little while. He also decided that since he’s getting a show, unbeknownst to her, he’d do the same for her, remembering he had a strict workout regime that needed to be implemented from here on out. He grinned like the cheshire cat at how he’d torture her now that he knew she at least liked his body enough to be caught admiring it.

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Would you say it's the same thing for ADHD? I was diagnosed as having 'traits of adhd' a few years back and always assumed it was more a reflection of the fact that i was diagnosed by a med student not being supervised who made some significant errors in the way she tested me as well as omitting what I thought were some significant observations from her writeup, but I've been wondering lately whether I am actually ADHD or not

It’s the same for all disorders - if a diagnosing professional wrote down on a psychology report that you have “traits of” a mental disorder, it means that they felt you did not meet the criteria for a full diagnosis at that time, most likely for one of five reasons:

You didn’t have enough symptoms to meet the minimum required for the diagnosis, or you were missing a key symptom that is required to make that diagnosis.

Your symptoms are not severe enough to warrant a diagnosis; they do not cause significant disruption or impairment in your daily life.

Your symptoms only occur in one specific context (eg. you have symptoms at school, but not at home, work or with friends), or your symptoms are a side effect of medication or intoxication.

Your symptoms have not been going on long enough to meet the criteria for the diagnosis, they don’t occur frequently enough to make the diagnosis, you have long symptom-free periods that negate the diagnosis, or your symptoms did not appear at an age consistent with the onset of that diagnosis.

You sort of meet the criteria for the diagnosis, but there is a different diagnosis that does a much better job of explaining your symptoms (this is sometimes listed as a “differential diagnosis”, rather than “traits of X”).

A report stating that a person has “traits of” a certain disorder or “features of” a disorder is actually extremely common. I’ve probably read more than thousand psych reports at this point in my career, and it’s quite normal for phrasing like that to appear on them. Usually, this is actually a sign that the person is being rather thorough - they are noting that they considered ADHD as a possible diagnosis but ultimately could not make the diagnosis for some reason or other. As I said, other reports may format this differently, and include a list of “differential diagnoses” in the conclusion - this is a list of diagnoses that they considered but ultimately ruled out for one reason or another.

Unfortunately, learning that you have “traits” of a disorder doesn’t really tell us much, especially without seeing the full psych report. Maybe you didn’t have ADHD then, but you have since developed it. Maybe you don’t have it and never did. Maybe you have some other sort of executive dysfunction or disorder that explains your symptoms, but it was missed the last time around. Maybe a diagnosis of ADHD was warranted back then, and still is. Maybe you only have ADHD symptoms in a specific context, which would make you ineligible for diagnosis but suggests there is something going on that needs to be addressed. I don’t know enough about your case to know for sure. All that I know is that the only way to be sure if you have ADHD - or any other mental disorder that you may be concerned about - is to seek a second opinion and get another assessment done.

(I’m going to give some clarification about what having “traits of” a disorder means for other readers who may have similar questions. You should know, though, that ADHD is actually slightly different than other disorders like BPD that you may have “traits of” - ADHD is a neurological condition that responds to medication, and if you are given ADHD medication when you don’t actually have ADHD, you are going to notice pretty quickly that you’ve been misdiagnosed. If you calm down and get more sleep while taking what is effectively speed, you can be pretty sure that ADHD is the correct diagnosis for you. People with other disorders like depression, agoraphobia, PTSD and BPD don’t have the same kind of litmus test available for their diagnosis.)

It’s important to remember that everyone has traits of at least one diagnosable disorder - most people will have traits of several. Some people are more easily distractible than others, some people have more trouble sleeping, some people are naturally low-energy or feel more intense emotions. If you browse through a copy of the DSM-V, you are going to find some stuff in there that sounds like it applies to you. Nobody has perfect mental health, especially in their teens and early 20s. But most people do not meet the criteria for the diagnosis of a mental disorder.

This is where we have to think critically about what a diagnosis actually is, why we do it, and what it actually means. Diagnosing a psychological disorder is not like diagnosing a medical disorder, where we can do some blood tests and scans and know exactly what a person has. Psychological diagnoses are always subjective, to some extent - we made categories to describe common clusters of behaviours and symptoms, and we decided where to draw the line between “someone who is just quirky” and “someone who needs formal psychological treatment”. Where exactly we draw that line has always been the subject of debate.

We could make it so that everyone who has any sort of mental health flaw at all gets diagnosed with a disorder, but that sort of defeats the point of diagnosis - if almost everyone on earth has a diagnosis, then a diagnosis effectively becomes meaningless. There’s no longer meaningful distinction between “someone with an overactive imagination” and “someone with treatment-resistant psychosis” - it all just gets slapped with the same diagnosis. It can also lead us to “medicalize” behaviours that might not need to be “medicalized”. After all, if we diagnose someone, we need to do something about that diagnosis. Diagnosing them means we’ve identified that they need some sort of treatment or intervention. But do all quirks in human behavior really need to be ironed out with treatment? Do we really want to build a world where everyone who falls outside a very rigid definition of mental health gets told that they have something wrong with them? Likewise, if we make diagnosis too restrictive, that’s not good either. Now we have the opposite problem - if we make the criteria for a diagnosis too strict and too narrow, we miss people who might seriously benefit from having treatment. If we say “you need to be severely suicidal before we can diagnose you with depression”, we’re going to overlook a lot of non-suicidal people whose depressive symptoms are ruining their lives, and who could be treated if we just recognized them as depressed. If we are only diagnosing and helping the most severe of the severe cases, we aren’t really making good use of the tools available to us and diagnosis once again becomes basically meaningless, because not having one is no longer a good indicator of whether or not you need help.

Diagnosis is a balancing act, and there are a lot of people who fall in kind of a grey area where it’s not totally clear if we should be diagnosing them or not. People are complicated, and they rarely fit neatly into categories. If we have a twenty-year-old girl who experiments with drugs, has a lot of short-term and casual dating relationships that end poorly, struggles to make and keep friends, and doesn’t really have a stable sense of who she is and what she wants, does she have BPD? Or is she just a normal 20-year-old? How would we decide? If we diagnose her, we might be pathologizing behaviour that isn’t really all that unusual for her age group, and making her feel like she’s defective for struggling with things that are pretty normal for someone her age to be struggling with; diagnosing her could make her believe that she’s incapable of healthy relationships, which could become a self-fulfilling prophecy. On the other hand, if we don’t diagnose her, we could be missing the fact that she does actually have a fairly serious disorder, and depriving her of the chance to get life-changing treatment that might help her develop the healthier, more fulfilling relationships that she has been missing out on. We could be leaving her to deal with her destructive behaviours on her own, without having any of the language or tools she needs to disrupt those patterns.

If you’ve been assessed by a mental health professional and you have questions about how they reached the conclusions they did, I encourage you to ask questions and have an open conversation about your symptoms, possible treatments and needs. If you don’t feel that they have a good understanding of your case, I highly encourage you to get a second opinion on your diagnosis from another professional. Whenever possible, seek a diagnosis from someone who specializes in mental health - this should be a psychologist or psychiatrist (or in some cases, a neurologist), and not a general practitioner or family doctor (some family doctors can diagnose and treat basic depression, but even then, you should seek a referral to a specialist for further treatment and assessment). Also remember that diagnosis does not have to be a barrier to seeking therapy - anyone can get therapy, even if they do not meet the criteria for a psychological diagnosis, and everyone can benefit from seeking out a therapist to improve their coping skills, social skills, and general mental health. Hope this answers your question! MM

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jadelotusflower · 3 years

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June 2021 Roundup

It's been a month of highs and lows. Every year my city holds a cabaret festival, and I've seen some truly amazing acts over the years - including Lea Salonga, Kristin Chenoweth, and Indina Menzel. This year's Artistic Director was the great Alan Cumming, and although due to covid he didn't quite get to curate the program he wanted to, the opening night Gala was still a highlight, as was Alan's DJ set at the pop-up Club Cumming afterwards, where there was much singing at the top of my lungs and dancing to pop anthems and theatre tunes. At one point Alan, dressed in a onesie and perched on the shoulders of a man wearing only sparkly short shorts, was carried around the dance floor while Circle of Life blared. Reader, I was delighted.

I was also able to see his solo show Alan Cumming Is Not Acting His Age, which was hilarious and damn, he can sing!

As for the low, I was meant to fly to Sydney for the weekend to see Hamilton, a trip I have been looking forward to for almost a year, but had to be cancelled because of a covid outbreak and border closures. The tickets have been rescheduled, but I'm still kind of bummed about it (while completely appreciating the need for covid safety, especially when our vaccine rollout has been completely botched by our incompetent, corrupt federal government)

Anyway.

Reading

The Hundred and One Dalmations (Dodie Smith) - With all the bewilderment over Disney's Cruella, I decided to revisit the original novel which I first read as a kid. It's funny, I had very vivid memories of this book, or rather thought I did, particularly the scene where Roger and Anita have dinner at Cruella's house that fixed in my young mind as utterly disturbing with all this devil imagery and the implication Cruella was literally some kind of demon, which must have been either a) my overactive imagination or b) an illustration, because it's not as clear as I thought it was. The strangeness is there (food with too much pepper, Cruella's inability to keep warm, the walls painted blood red) but not the explicit demon imagery I had remembered. There is a part later in the book recounting the history of Hell Hall and the rumors of Cruella's ancestor streaking out of the place conjuring blue lightening, but clearly child me was reading far more into the book than was on the page.

But I still wish they'd gone with this version of Cruella's backstory, because to me an aristocratic, ink-drinking, heat-obsessed, possibly-demon spawn, high camp villain is more interesting and rings far more true than plucky punk against the establishment.

Smith clearly had Facts About Dalmations to share, and she does really craft a wonderful animal-based story that the Disney animated film is largely faithful to. Key differences include: Roger's occupation (he doesn't have to pay tax because he wiped out government debt somehow?!?), Pongo's mate and the puppy's mother is called Missis, Perdita is another dalmation who acts as a kind of doggie wet nurse, Roger and Anita both have Nannies who come to live with them (Nanny Butler and Nanny Cook), Cruella is married to a furrier (who changed his last name to de Vil). Also odd, on her first description Cruella is described as having "dark skin" but later in the novel her "white face" is mentioned, so I'm chalking it up to 50's descriptors not having the same meanings they do today.

The Duke and I (Julia Quinn) - After being just whelmed by the tv series, I wasn't really planning on reading the books, but I saw this on the top picks shelf at the library and damn, the top picks shelf is irresistible. This is very much Daphne's book (and I had known each in the series dealt with the different sibling) so many of the characters and much of the plot of the show is absent, as are some of the more baffling elements of the show like the Diamond of the First Water nonsense, which I always thought was a strange character choice in that it stacks the deck for Daphne when her character arc is better served as somewhat of an underdog (in her third season, the kind of girl who is liked but not adored), and the Prince subplot which was always far too OTT even for soapy regency romance.

It's a breezy, fun read (that scene excepted), even if the misunderstandings are contrived and I'm never going to take "I'll never have kids because I hate my dad" as a credible romantic obstacle deserving of so much angst.

Faeries (Brian Froud and Alan Lee) - A lovingly detailed and illustrated compendium of Faerie and its inhabitants, drawing from a range of European (but primarily Celtic) folklore and mythology. Froud was a conceptual designer on The Dark Crystal and Labyrinth, and the link is clear in the art as well as the focus on faeries as mysterious but oftimes sinister beings, where human encounters with them rarely end well. Lee has illustrated several publications of Tolkien's novels, and was a lead concept artists for Peter Jackson's Lord of the Rings and Hobbit trilogies, and there is a touch of Middle Earth here as well, or rather the common inspiration of the old world. A useful resource for my novel!

Watching

The Handmaid's Tale (season 4, episodes 4-8) SPOILERS - So when I last wrote about this show in the Roundup, I was complaining it wasn't going anywhere. Well, I'm happy to be wrong because they finally changed things up with June finally escaping to Canada. That part of the plot following the survivors and their trauma has always been far more compelling than Gilead, and so it was a welcome development even if I side-eye some of the choices (none of these characters is seeing an actual licensed therapist why?).

This show has always been difficult to watch given the subject matter, and that has not changed after the shift in power dynamics. I will give the show credit for showing a broad range of trauma responses, from Moira wanting to move on and not let it consume her, to June, a ball of rage and revenge on a downward spiral, to Emily, trying to follow Moira's path but being drawn to June's, to Luke, trying his best but utterly unequipped to deal with what is happening.

But it is very hard to watch June go down this path - raping her husband (I concede the show perhaps didn't intend for it to be rape, but that's what is on screen and framing it as just "taking away Luke's agency" doesn't change that), wishing death on Serena's unborn child, and orchestrating Fred's brutal murder by particulation, then holding her own daughter still covered in his blood and it getting smeared on Nicole's face (an unsubtle metaphor in a series full of unsubtle metaphors).

There are interesting questions being asked of the viewer, and the show (perhaps rightly) not giving any answers. I can certainly appreciate the catharsis of Fred getting what he deserves even if I personally find the manner of it horrifying, but where is the line between justice and revenge, is revenge the only option when justice is denied, when does a trauma release become cyclical violence/abuse - the show is, for now, letting the viewer decide.

Soul (dir. Pete Docter and Kemp Powers) - In a world full of remakes/reboots/sequels, Pixar is perhaps the lone segment under the Disney umbrella committed to original content. However, there does seem to be a Pixar formula at work directed to precision tugging the heart strings, and some of the film feels like well-trod ground. On the other hand, it's hard to criticise the risk of centering a kids film around the existential crisis of a middle aged man, even with the requisite cutesy elements (and of course, the uncomfortable pattern of yet another film where the black lead character spends a great deal of the runtime in non-human form - herein, an amorphous blob or a cat). But the animation is stunning, it successfully did tug my heart strings, and the design of the Great Before and the Jerrys is original and fun.

RuPaul's Drag Race Down Under - Drag Race is somewhat of a guilty pleasure for me, since I generally don't watch reality shows, and this is something I really enjoy even if I'm not invested in the fandom (which like many fandoms can be very yikes). This year it was time for the Australian/New Zealand (Aotearoa) queens to show their stuff, although it's been met with mixed reactions. Covid restrictions didn't allow for guest judges, relegating them to mere cameos via video calls, and its clear that Ru and Michelle really don't quite get all the cultural nuances - Aussie judge Rhys Nicholson was however always delightful. But it wouldn't be Australia without a racism scandal, with the great disappointment of the two queens of colour eliminated first, and one queen having done blackface in the recent past yet making it all the way to the top four.

In the end, the only viable and deserving winner was last Kiwi standing Kita Mean, and it was pure joy to see her get crowned. I do hope they fix the bugs and indeed do another season to better showcase AU/NZ talent.

Writing

A far more productive month - to try and get out of my writing funk I had a goal to try and write every day, even if it was only 100 words. While I didn't quite achieve a consecutive month, I did get a pretty good average, at least got something posted and two others nearly there.

The Lady of the Lake - 2441 words, Chapter 4 posted.

Against the Dying of the Light - 2745 words

Turn Your Face to the Sun - 1752 words.

Here I Go Again - 1144 words

Total words this month: 8082

Total words this year: 35,551

#personal #long post #roundup #june roundup #reading watching writing #here's to the second half of the year #I really want to get to at least 100k written #so we'll see

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Match up 🌠

Ahhh your match ups are so thorough and well written I am in love! I'd like to get one for myself if I could bother you🌸 I also hope I'm doing this the right way otherwise I'm so sorry 😭💕

I'm 20, female, dark chestnut hair currently in a short bob/bangs, brown eyes which can sometimes look kinda brick colored, round glasses... I'm 168cm and more thin than curvy.

I'm an INFJ-T with an emphasis on the the turbulent. Kidding- but really I love alone time. I'm a very naturally nocturnal person, I love spending time with people in bursts but I usually can only handle being around calmer people for a longer time. When I'm alone I have a lot of passions I like to work on, studying Japanese, music composition, guitar, playing strategy games, drawing and writing... If I'm needing physical stuff I like to try and self teach choreography from videos when I can. Depression+anxiety have been known to get in the way of these passions for sure- but in the past years I've sought a lot of help+treatment and while I'm not a generally positive person internally- I'm alright 😌💕

When I am with people, I tend to try and be very bubbly and kind- most people know me as a very silly and caring person(but 100% scatterbrained, and a constant worrier- I would lose my head if it wasn't attached to my shoulders). I have a lot of trouble accepting any of that- but I have some very supportive people in my life banging it into my head... I am very easily flustered, and usually end up at the receiving end of teasing. I do pretend to dislike this, and I'm genuinely very flustered but truth be told- it's funny for everyone involved so I'm okay with it~ I do wish I didn't turn red in the face so easily though...

Worrier coming thru here... I don't know if this is too rambly or anything, feel free to let me know- but thank you so much for having these open and doing such great work with them. 💕

Hi, there love! Awwww you make me blush thanks so much for the kind words <3<3! I Hope you are doing well! Here is your long-awaited matchup! Sorry for taking soooooooooooo long..... Hope you enjoy it and have a good day!😊 💕

So I match you with……………. Mitsuhide

The night you saved Nobunaga from the fire; you ran for your life. After meeting Nobunaga and Hideyoshi, all you wanted to do were flee, and you did. You had run away so fast that you almost flung yourself of a cliff… Thank goodness for Yukimura! You were so startled and freaked out luckily there was a friendly face among all the unknowns, and that would be Sasuke. He explained the whole concept of time travel to you and asked if you would like to stay with him. You looked at the bunch of strange men, and they all looked fall less intimidating than the few you had met from the Oda forces. You smiled at Sasuke and gave him a small nod. And so you journeyed your way back to Kasugayama castle with the strange lot.

They were an odd bunch of men, but you had come to really love them and adopt them as your new brothers. The people of Kasugayama castle love your sweet, silly caring personality. You and Kenshin had especially hit it off due to your interests in strategy games. Kenshin had taken his role of overprotective brother very seriously. He will be the one to pull you out of banquets when he sees you getting tired from all the interaction. He is always there to help you and protect you whenever you are in trouble, and he would always send his army of bunnies to comfort you whenever you are feeling sad.

One day you were out in the market shopping for some sake and sweet buns for the banquet that night. You were having a good relaxing time window shopping when some unusual music caught your attention. You followed the music and your eyes widened in awe when you saw a troop of dancers performing. You walked closer to get a better look, and your breath caught in your throat when you saw the most beautiful man you had ever seen, perform a dance. The choreography and music were spot on and almost made you want to dance along to the music with them. You felt absolutely mesmerized watching the white-haired man dance. His eyes locked with you for a brief second and you could have sworn that he gave you the smallest of smiles before he looked away. When the show was over, you were going to congratulate the troop on a beautiful show, but there were way too many women swarming around the men, so you decided to rather make your way back home.

As you were walking back, the white-haired dancer ran up to you and grabbed your shoulder to stop you. “Little mouse it seems you have dropped your coin pouch”. Your eyes widened in horror; it must have fallen during the show, you profusely thanked the mysterious man. Mitsuhide was definitely intrigued by this little mouse he had stumbled upon. He started to tease you and was most amused by the way your face broke out into the most beautiful blush. The two of you had some tea together as a thank you for returning the coin pouch to you. Mitsuhide teased the shit out of you during the whole tea date, not that you minded you found that you really enjoyed his company. After tea, the two of you parted never to see each other again, you had to admit that thought made you feel a little sad on the inside.

One day Yukimura and Sasuke announced that they were going to go to Azuchi to spy on the Oda forces. You low key wanted to go along for the adventure. Needless to say, it took some time to convince Kenshin to let you go, but he couldn’t say no to his dearest sister’s puppy dog eyes. You were so happy and excited that he agreed. You and Sasuke entered into Azuchi disguised as performers while Yuki went disguised as a merchant. You were super excited to be able to use your skills, bringing joy and smiles to all the people around you. You and Sasuke would put on a little performance every afternoon. You danced and played the guitar. And Sasuke performed a one-man play.

As you were dancing during one of your performances, you saw a familiar face in the crowed smirking up at you. “My my little mouse, I never expected to stumble upon you this afternoon, much less witness your beautiful talent”. Mitsuhide invited you back to his Manor for some tea and card games. Which you really enjoyed considering you have been playing strategy and card games with Kenshin, so you definitely gave this sneki boi a run for his money. You really enjoyed the calm aura he gave off; you could talk to him for hours without feeling exhausted. You and Mitsuhide landed up staying up all night chatting and laughing, he was low key surprised when he looked out the window to see the sun almost rising. “aren’t you tired little one”. “Nope, I’m just naturally nocturnal, plus it's in the peace of the night when I get the most work done”. He simply smiled his kitsune like smile at you and offered to walk you back home. On your way home, the two of you stopped and sat down on a park bench watching the sunrise together. The two of you spent a lot of time together after that night. Both of you would always “coincidentally” run into each other all the time and land up hanging out for hours.

Mitsuhide both loved and was concerned for your scattered brain clumsiness. He would constantly worry about you when you weren’t near him. He could swear you would lose your head if it weren’t attached to your shoulders. Whenever the two of you are together, he would insist on holding your hand “can’t let my dearest mouse get lost now, can I”. TBH at this point, Mitsuhide was madly in love with you, he loved your sweet, caring nature. He loves how you could talk his ears off for hours. He also really loves the small doodles you draw on the napkins in the various teahouses the two of you have been to.

He knew you were close with the people in Kasugayama, but he couldn’t help but be attracted to you and feel the need to make you his. One day Yukimura announced that the three of you had been summoned back to Kasugayama, you were honestly so deflated. You had just fallen in love with Mitsuhide, and now you had to go back home. You sat with Mitsu in his manor the day before your departure. He could tell that something had been on your mind. You had told him EVERYTHING. Honestly, he knew of your connections to Kenshin, but he was truly shook when you mentioned that you were from the future. You had also told him that you honestly didn’t want to leave just yet. Little did you know this fox was ten steps ahead of you and had already plotted a plan.

When you said goodbye, Mitsuhide sent you off with the sweetest smile and a small kisses on the forehead, nose and finally lips and promised to see you again soon.

You were back in Kasugayama’s garden playing with the sweet army of bunnies when a small fox appeared carrying a letter. IT WAS FROM MITSU! He had said that we would see you soon. Little did you know the sly fox was in a meeting that very moment with the god of war. They had come to an agreement that Mitsu was allowed to see you, but if he ever hurt you, or if he causes you any tears, Kenshin would hunt Mitsu down and kill him. Mitsu smiled his fox smile and agreed. You were summoned to your brother’s room and boy oh boy were you confused when you saw Mitsuhide sitting there, without Kenshin having a sword at his throat threatening him. Kenshin asked if you loved the fox and when you replied with a small nod. He smiled at you and gave you his blessing. You couldn’t help but ran up to Kenshin and gave him the biggest bear hug thanking him. The second part of the agreement was that the two of you were to attend a farewell banquet for you that night.

The next morning you were off with Mitsu to start your new life together. The Oda forces welcomed you with opened arms. Finally, someone to keep their resident kitsune in check. Mitsu loved you so much and spent every second of everyday showering you with affection. He would always be there for you, especially when you were feeling anxious or insecure. He would wrap you up in his warm arms while soothingly stroking your silky hair. He would whisper words of reassurance in your ears to help ease the anxiety. Your favourite place in the world would be in is his arms. You love how Mitsu even respects your alone time, giving you some space when he sees that you need some time to recharge on his own

The two of you can often be found spending time together, whether it is just the two silently sitting in his room, enjoying each other presence or time spent cuddled in each other’s arms. One thing is for sure, and that is you are truly happy with the sweet kitsune and that you had found your new home

Other potential matches.................... Kenshin

Hope, you enjoyed it, love! 💕@tsuki-no-usagiii

#matchups #ikesen matchup #match ups #akechi mitsuhide #mitsuhide akechi #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide #mitsuhide matchup #submission

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drywallcandy · 6 years

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Journalist Vs Journalist

A Eddie brock/Venom X Photo Journalist Reader story

A/n note: i want to test it out. I think there will be parts but i don't know it depends my mood

Warning: Language and mentioning Masturbation.

Summary: (Y/n) (L/n) is a photo Journalist that is willing to take risks for an amazing big break. When she heard about the San Francisco monster craze, she went crazy and decided to go to hunt that big fish. But what would happen if that big fish hunts her down instead?

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"I'm going to San Francisco." Those are the words (Y/n) said that made her brother spit out his drink. "What?! Why!? " (B/n) looks at his sister like she is crazy. And she is.

"I'm going to get photos of the San Francisco monster. Its everywhere, kids put this so call "sightings" on YouTube and I want to see it myself."

(Y/n) walks to her room and start packing while (B/n) is watching her in disbelief.

"You just came back from Korea and now you are heading to San Francisco?! Do you ever rest?" (B/n) shakes his head. (Y/n) looks at him and gave him a small smile. "No actually. I'm always hustling (B/n), I've always been doing this. "

After packing her clothes, now she starts packing her equipment. Cameras,lens,note pads, pens and pencils, two computers. "What else..." (Y/n) looks around to see if anything is missing.

(B/n) smirks. "Mom is not gonna like this." "So what?! I'm an adult." "Yeah but mom wants you to have a boyfriend." He chuckled. "You know, to at least take a vacation and plus mom wants grandkids." (Y/n) grabs her pillow and chucks it at (B/n) "Then why isn't she asking you for grandkids?!" "Hey! I'm not a father material!" "Yes you are!" "No I'm not"

This continued all night.

*Ding* please take off seat belt and grab your bags from above.

Welcome to San Francisco.

(Y/n) got her bag and her two luggages, she called a uber to drive her to a cheap apartment complex for her to stay. She doesn't trust hotels with her equipment and evidence out in the open.

"Thank you Jimmy." (Y/n) thanks the driver, gather her stuff and head inside. The owner gives her the keys and tells that a guy that used to lived there mysteriously disappeared. (Y/n) shrugs it off and head to where she will be staying. Its on the end of the hallway with a window and two doors between it.

"okay this is mine" (Y/n) tries to reach the key from her back pocket, probably regretting that, but she drop her bag which causes the luggage to tip over. It made a loud thud. Making (Y/n) cringe at the sound. "Oh no.."

A door opened behind her. "Oh you okay?" "Yeah I'm fine-oh you're Eddie Brock." When (Y/n) turned around she wasn't expecting Eddie Frickin Brock to be her temporary neighbor.

Eddie gave her a small smile. "Woah I have a fan." He chuckled. He picked up her luggage for her. "Here ya go." "T-thanks." (Y/n) is low key losing it. She didn't notice that she is blushing. He noticed. "Ermm.. you okay you look like you're burning." He pointed out making (Y/n) snap back to reality. "Oh its just that I'm a little tired from flying. " "Where you fly from?" Eddie asked. "Oh I'm from (Your state and hometown)" [sorry if you are from San Francisco]

"Nice." "Y-yeah.. well i better go. " (Y/n) turned around to put her key in the door. "No!" Eddie yelled, making (Y/n) jump and turned around. Eddie saw her and holds his hand out. "No not you! I mean!- gotta go!" He quickly went back inside. "Oookaaayyy." (Y/n) got herself and her stuff in, close and lock the door.

With Eddie and Venom

Eddie has his hands covering his face in embarrassment. "Why?!"

"She smelled good. We should eat her."

"No! She is not a bad guy. And- SHIT i didn't even ask her name. Arrg!" Eddie hit the back of his head on the wall. "You made me look like I'm crazy." "But you are crazy Eddie."

"Shut up!" Eddie gets up and goes to get himself a beer from the fridge. He takes a sip and smiled. "She is a fan of me." "Careful maybe a stalker." "I thought I told you to shut up." He hears Venom growls. Then silence, leaving Eddie enough space to think. "She looks familiar but i don't know what..." he mumbled and takes another sip.

"Probably one of the models you masturbated to-" "STOP!"

Meanwhile with (Y/n)

She checked to see if any of her cameras are broken from the fall. Good thing none is broken. She gets a call and answers it.

"This is (Y/n)."

"(Y/n) it's me."

"Oh hi ma."

"How was the flight?"

"Its good but turbulence still scares me."

"Haha good. Good that you are safe and in a safe space."

"Uhhh..."(Y/n) looks out her window and see a Raccoon and a cat fighting for a bagel. "Yeah! Its completely safe."

"Good now what are you doing in San Francisco exactly?"

"I'm doing a full on essay and pictures about the Monster that roams here an-"

"Ah (Y/n) still doing that picture news thing. I thought South Korea got the energy out of you."

"First its Photo Journalism. And also South Korea made me more hungry for storys of people and Hoaxes."

She can hear her mother sighs and shaking her head just like (B/n).

"But you've been all over the world, taking scary risk that everytime I see your story, it gives me a mini heart attack. Do you ever drain out?"

"Nope and I will never stop."

"Oh trust me honey, you will be drained. Now when will you be coming home."

"Uh i think in about a month. Because I think its a hoax and should be giving my time for this. So its debunking and home time."

"Good good. Get rest up and be careful. Text me in the morning and before you go to bed or I'll come after you."

"Hehe alright mom."

"I love you (Y/n)"

"I love you too mom"

( Y/n) hangs up and looks out the window to see who is getting the bagel. Spoiler alert the homeless man got it. Making is a draw.

She looks at the stars, couldn't sleep due to excitement taking over. "This better not be a waste of my time."

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Yeah im tired of writing the rest. Maybe ill do a part two soon.

#venom 2018 #we are venom #venom movie #venom #venom symbiote #Eddie Brock X Reader #Venom X Reader #Eddie/Venom X Reader #fanfic #fandom #Fanfiction #fanfiction #eddie #symbiote

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littlemisskookie · 5 years

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Hi, so I've been a fan of yours for a long time while now and I've always loved how you write smut, how detailed it is and realistic it is. I've always wanted to try writing smut but never had the courage to do so. So I wanted to ask you as a fellow writer, how can I write smut without feeling awkward or forced?

Thank you very much! And I think practice makes perfect, quite honestly. The same can be said for any kind of genre- fluff smut or whatever. You just need to practice and build confidence and you’ll see a vast improvement. If you were to find my old stuff (which is still online and HORRIBLE) or even look back at Tantalizing, you’d notice the difference considerably!

I’ll use an old excerpt from my very first smut fanfiction (an EXO one that is now deleted).

Baekhyun grinned, his length standing tall and inviting. You hurriedly climbed on, inserting it into you yourself. Baekhyun held the back of your neck, laying you closer to him to meet his sweet and addictive lips. He started gently bucking himself and slowed. You were getting needy and desperate now.

Gross, right? It’s very blunt and choppy, and very repetitive with its wording and style. Lots of grammar mistakes and the smut isn’t even very enticing. There’s no emotion, no description, just “he did this” and “he did that” and it’s as straightforward as it gets. Which I mean, sure, I’m sure that some people enjoy that style. Which is ok! But sex isn’t nearly as blunt as that. Usually, there's emotion behind it, arousal and excitement, and it should be shown through the actions or thoughts of the characters. Instead, it simply states in blunt sentences one movement to the next in choppy manners that don’t flow well, and not even sexy movements, either. I might as well have said “he penetrated you, and then after a few pumps was done.” That’s not arousing at all! It’s disappointing and boring, and we come here to fulfill fantasies, muahahaha! Then again, this is from three years ago, about, so I’ve had lots of time to practice.

I’ll rewrite that same paragraph but through my own standards.

Baekhyun grinned, a Chesire smile that stretched across his lovely features, the constant undertone of mischief hanging in the air. You gulped, gaze shaky as you stared at his length with promise, before wrapping your hand around his impressive girth, giving a few pumps. You hovered above it, your arousal and eagerness given away from both your expression and wetness. The two of you let out a low groan, the heat that warmed in your belly lighting aflame once you sink down on him. The ravenous eyes that raked over your body seemed to swim with darkness, and you weren’t able to so much as make a coherent thought once he bucks his hips up into you, drawing from you a delicious moan.

That’s what I consider a good paragraph! Sure, it may be a bit lengthy, but the descriptions are far better, and there’s more analysis into the emotions happening. If you have a background on these characters and their situation, it can help when adding the emotions. How do they feel? What did they feel when it led up to that moment? How does it affect their relationship?

Another thing to consider is dialogue. It’s one of the main points I use to break up these long, descriptive paragraphs. It’s the thing I find the most arousing in smut, quite honestly. At times I even skim through the filth to read the dialogue! It adds for a nice change or pause in between fucking to get into what’s happening.

Dirty talk is very popular for a reason. It displays openly the characters sexuality in the act and their thought process and pleasure. I find it, personally, discomforting when a guy’s only barely grunting in my ear. Feedback and communication are key in all things.

I wouldn’t worry about it being too cringy. Just don’t have them go on a monologue that lasts three scrolls when they’re just talking about the character’s tits. Another thing is not to use smut talk in dialogue. What I mean is don’t use certain words that would get weird looks if used in real life. You wouldn’t moan into a guy’s ear “ughhh put your length inside me”. The same constitutes for member, breasts, vagina, womanhood, manhood, etc. Cock and dick are the main ones used in dialogue, as well as cunt and pussy. Don’t forget you’re writing porn essentially, so it won’t be as cringy usually as it is in actual porn. For one, you’re not delivering it audibly, so the reader’s imagination is what’s whispering into the ears of the OC.

If there are any more tips you’d like, I’m more than happy to help! This is longer than I planned, but hopefully, you find this useful!

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sholiofic · 7 years

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Since I've done the soulgaze one, how about a genderswapped Dresden Files AU where Peggy is the wizard and Sousa is the cop? Throw Jack in there as Thomas Raith :)

This prompt made me grin HUGELY when I got it. Peggy as Harry Dresden. That’s too perfect.

Dresden Files is fairly standard urban fantasy, so I don’t know if there’s much that needs explaining here for anyone reading this who hasn’t read Dresden Files – it’s got magic, a spirit world, faeries, etc – except for the White Court vampires, which is what Thomas is (and therefore what Jack is). They feed on emotional energy drawn from their victims, and the hungrier they get – which happens when they haven’t fed in awhile, or when they’re tired or need to heal – the less control they have, so it’s very easy for a hungry White Court vampire to lose control, drain its victim entirely, and kill them.

Hellhounds weren’t the worst thing Peggy had fought, not by a long shot. But there were just so damnably many of them. And in the Nevernever, she was on their home ground, not her own.

She’d been driven back, panting, until her back was pressed against a cliffside. Thorny trees curled around her, ripping through the spelled leather jacket she wore as if it offered no more resistance than warm butter. As a small plus to her desperate situation, the trees – heavy with malevolent intent – were no friendlier to the shadowy beasts who would otherwise have pressed in on her from all sides. The hellhounds had to attack her from the front, and she tore through them two and three at a time, wielding both staff and gun.

But she was tiring. She was out of her stored energy and down to the dregs, bleeding from a dozen minor wounds. And now she could hear the distant sound of hunting horns.

If she couldn’t cut a path through the hounds and get to the rendezvous point – the Way that would get her out of the Nevernever and back to the mortal world – before the hounds’ masters got here …

Well. No point thinking about complications before they came up, was there? She had more than enough to deal with already.

She’d expended the power in the rings on all her fingers except for the ring Daniel had given her. It was engagement ring and promise all in one, and it was also her hole card, a reservoir of last-ditch stored power that she dared not tap until she had no other choice.

A shadowy beast with teeth that were all too corporeal slashed through the sleeve of her jacket. Pain blazed up her arm. She shot it through the skull with another of her fast-dwindling supply of charmed bullets and backed to the very foot of the cliff. The trees seemed to silently laugh at her as the hellhounds ranged themselves in a semicircle of shadow in front of her, their eyes burning in the twilight. The runes on her staff flared dully as she pointed it at them. They seemed to know she was down to the last of her power, unable to draw on the Nevernever as she could have on Earth; she would have to burn the stuff of her very soul to fight.

Or use Daniel’s ring – but there was enough of Daniel’s soul in the making of it that she wouldn’t. Couldn’t. Not unless there was truly no other choice.

And then –

Then there was something else – someone else – in their midst.

He moved too fast for Peggy’s eye to follow, but she knew who it was in the instant she saw the gleam of the sword and the glimmer of blond hair in the twilight. She leaped back into the fight, emptying her spelled gun into the nearest of the hellhounds and clubbing them with her staff until she’d fought her way to her unlikely savior and stood back to back with him.

“Jack,” she gasped out. From somewhere inside her, she found another reservoir of untapped energy and the runes on the staff flared to life, a surge of fire driving back the hellhounds in front of her. “Are you here to help me or capture me?”

“Do I have to choose just one?” Jack glanced over his shoulder at her. He wasn’t even sweating, the bastard, but his eyes had paled to silver, and against her will, her body responded to the hot tug of the power he was tapping into in order to fight.

She’d never really pushed up against the limits of Jack’s control over his incubus nature. She didn’t really want to do it here; the last thing she needed was to fight an ally as well as her enemies.

“I hope you have a good plan for getting to the border.” The hunting horn sounded again, even closer.

“Oh, I do.” Jack’s voice was incongruously cheerful, given their situation.

An instant later, Peggy found out why, as a cherry-red convertible sports car – looking about as out of place as it was possible for anything to look in their primitive surroundings – plowed into the pack of hellhounds from behind. Wheels spinning on grass, throwing out bits of turf, it slewed around in a tight circle and Daniel yelled, “Get in!”

They were still blocked from the car by half a dozen snarling, slashing hellhounds, so Jack unceremoniously picked up Peggy, ignoring her startled “Hey!”, and threw her over the hellhound pack into the backseat. When he was drawing on his demon side, he was several times stronger than a human, and he flung her into the car as if she weighed nothing. The leather seat smacked her painfully in the face and she bruised her ribs on her staff. She thrashed her way upright just in time to see Jack slice two hellhounds in half with a single slash of his sword and then launch himself off a branch of the nearest tree to leap over them, landing with a series of stumbling steps on the grass just behind the sports car. He vaulted over the trunk into the backseat, shouting, “Go, go, go!”

Daniel floored it. The car fishtailed on the grass and then roared forward.

Jack dropped into the backseat beside Peggy, splattered with dark gore. He wiped the sword on his gray jeans and sheathed it. He was holding it with his left hand, she noticed. His right was low, unobtrusively at his side, with the fingers curled. He must have burned himself on her skin when he’d thrown her.

White Court vampires of Jack’s house, who fed on raw lust, could not bear true love’s touch. The bare skin of someone who loved and was loved burned them as fiercely as fire. She couldn’t touch Jack without gloves, and it was worst with the hand where she wore the ring Daniel had given her. That ring could burn him even through the protection of cloth or leather.

“Peggy, are you okay?” Daniel asked over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off what passed for a road, really more of a trail. The car bounded wildly over ruts and tore through a thicket.

“I’m fine.” She twisted around to look behind them. The hellhound pack was pursuing, and from the look of things, catching up. Behind them, she caught her first glimpse of a dark rider.

“You’re covered in blood,” Jack remarked, drawing a gun to replace the sword. He held it in his left hand, balanced on the half-closed fist of his right.

“Most of it isn’t mine.” Sensing Daniel, in the front seat, winding up for some kind of rebuttal, she tried to head him off. “This isn’t your car, Daniel, is it?”

“It’s Jack’s,” Daniel said between clenched teeth. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel. “How much farther?”

“Not much –” Peggy broke off as another mounted rider, or perhaps the same one, reared in front of them, looming in the car’s headlights. Space and time were malleable as putty here; they could have been caught instantly if their pursuers had wanted to. But it was all part of the game. The quarry had to be given a reasonable chance to escape.

“Left!” Jack snapped.

Daniel veered left, roaring through some sort of ancient cemetery, knocking over headstones left and right. Peggy wondered what the Fae penalty was for desecrating a graveyard. It wasn’t like they could hate her any more than they already did, though.

“Where are we going?” she demanded, gripping the seat. If the ride had been rough before, it was a dozen times more so now.

“There’s a door I know,” Jack said. “It’s close. Actually – right there!”

Peggy sensed the thin spot between worlds and, with what energy she still had to draw upon, ripped it open. The car tore out of the graveyard into –

– a very similar-looking graveyard. They slewed sideways and slammed into a headstone as Peggy sealed the rift behind them, one step ahead of their pursuers.

“Can’t they just open that?” Daniel asked frantically. He was cranking the key, trying to restart the engine, which had died at their sudden, precipitous stop.

“They can’t chase us into the mortal world; it’s against the rules. At least, this particular set of rules in this situation.” Dealing with the Fae always gave her a headache, though right now her head hurt for various other reasons. She felt around for her gun, which she’d dropped when Jack had thrown her into the backseat, found it on the floor of the car, and holstered it with fingers so tired they ached.

“So what’d you do to piss off the Fae, Peggy?” Jack asked, carefully flexing the fingers on his burned right hand.

“None of your business,” she retorted, letting her aching head flop back against the seat. An instant later she opened her eyes, looking up against trees framed against a sky spangled with stars and nearly untouched by light pollution. “Er … where exactly are we? This isn’t New York.”

“Pennsylvania, I think,” Jack said.

“Pennsylvania?”

“Central Pennsylvania. Amish country.”

Daniel twisted around in his seat, flopping an arm over the back. “You do understand I have a job, right? Where I’m supposed to be in –” He checked his watch. “Six hours?”

“We should be able to drive back in that time.” Peggy took his hand, lacing their fingers gently together. “Thank you. Both of you,” she added, somewhat grudgingly, to Jack.

She was hyper-aware of him next to her in the backseat, despite their mutual, grimy and exhausted condition, which meant that his powers were still exerting a draw on her. “And stop doing that,” she told him.

“I can’t help it.” His eyes were pale silver, almost white. “I just fought off a pack of hellhounds, and I need to eat.”

“Well, you aren’t eating me, so get control of yourself.”

Jack stared at her, eyes whitening and beginning to lose their pupils. The compulsion she felt, the heat of arousal rushing through her, was almost overwhelming. She knew she should look away, but her body was telling her something entirely different.

Daniel cleared his throat. Peggy snapped her gaze away from Jack’s to find that Daniel had drawn his service weapon and lowered it at the vampire’s skull. From the slight flush on his face, he felt the same compulsion Peggy did, but being less tired, he was doing a better job of fighting it off.

“I really appreciate your help tonight,” Daniel said. “Now get yourself together and stop trying to whammy us, or I’m going to kill you.”

Jack stared at him, then closed his eyes and took a brief, halting breath. When he opened his eyes again, the irises were darkening back to their usual hazel, and his face was set in grim, cool lines. He got out of the car and stepped away, his back to them, posture tense.

Daniel sighed and slumped against the seat, letting his gun hand drop. His fingers were still locked around Peggy’s. “Before you ask,” he said, “he was the only person I could think of who might be able to get me into that spirit-thingie place after you.”

“The Nevernever.”

“Yeah. That.” He looked skyward as if asking for strength. “And now we’re in Pennsylvania and facing a road trip back to New York in a vampire’s car.”

Jack turned back, his face composed and his eyes entirely human again, and opened the driver’s door. “Which I’m going to be driving. So shove over.”

“Glad to oblige,” Daniel said sweetly, and got into the back, with Peggy.

Jack coaxed the engine to life and pulled carefully around the headstone. There was an ominous rattle in the transmission. Peggy was impressed the car had survived its adventure in the Nevernever at all, and its exposure to all the magic there. It was a classic model with few electronic parts; a newer version would probably never have made it.

“There’d better not be anything going on back there, I’m telling you,” Jack said grimly as he pulled out onto a rural road framed by dark trees. “Because I’m only barely in control of myself right now as it is.”

Peggy leaned her head on Daniel’s shoulder as he put an arm around her. She was safe … safe for now, at least. For certain values of safe. “I’ll probably sleep all the way back to New York anyway.”

#agent carter #peggy carter #daniel sousa #jack thompson #peggysous #dresden files au #katiekeysburg

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