#just found out i won't have power for all of my presses in our new building for maybe three to six months

[littlewitchbee]

sketchbook this week ✨

#ana’s sketchbook #last one is a commission sketch but it's for my baby bro so he won't care #just found out i won't have power for all of my presses in our new building for maybe three to six months #which is something you think you'd ask about when purchasing a building but i guess i don't have the business sense my bosses have #it's okay it's only going to fuck up my entire life and schedule #but you just gotta roll with the punches baby 😎 #😎🤏🥲🕶️🤏

[dotster001]

When You Escape Him, Staff

Summary: Yandere staff x gn!reader. He adopts a child that looks like the two of you. You run to give you both a chance at life. You never expected him to find you.

CW: yandere content, Stockholm syndrome, blackmailing, potentially ooc?, the void, implied previous injury,

A/N: It's finally finished! There are some spin off stories coming but they will not be weekly updates. I'll write them when I write them. Also, I know I said that I'd put out a poll for what series would get weekly updates, but I've gotten so many questions about Elder God, that I'm gonna do that one. Probably won't be Sunday's, but whenever I release the next part will start the cycle.

Heartslaybul Savannaclaw Octavinelle Scarabia Pomefiore Ignihyde Diasomnia Non NRC

Three years into your relationship, he had come home and placed a baby in your arms.

"They were left in a box, all alone. And, well, he looks like if the two of us had a child," he sheepishly stared at the ground. "I just, I just figured it must be a gift from the seven."

You knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to tie himself to you through this boy. He looked just like him, and you were disgusted and scared.

Until he opened his eyes for the first time, and you found yourself staring into your own.

And you knew. You had to give this child the opportunity for a better life. A life without him.

In the end, your son did the opposite of what he had intended. And the first moment you could, the two of you had escaped.

To this day, you had no idea how you had escaped. But you had, and you'd been able to smuggle yourselves off the island and far away.

Your son had started to display signs of magical ability when he was three. You hoped it stayed a miniscule amount, considering you'd heard some people were just magic sensitive.

By the time he was eight, you realized you were not going to be lucky. By the time he turned twelve, you were burning the flyers that the dark mirror magically sent out. By sixteen, you and your son were full on panicking about the scouts that might come by to observe him, and the acceptance letter that would show up at the house.

It was a completely normal day. You'd gone to pick up your son from school, when his teacher excitedly came out to meet you.

“I have amazing news! A representative from NRC came today to test a few of our students!”

You froze.

“S/N was one of the one's they called, and he's been being tested for hours now! He's a shoe in! You must be so proud!”

You nodded rigidly, a stiff smile on your face.

She led you inside, and to one of the teacher conference rooms. Up to this point, you knew there was a chance it wasn't him. If it was anyone else, you could bargain with them.

The door opened, and your hopes were dashed.

“Ah! Welcome, welcome! I was just telling our precious chick that he has a place waiting for him among the students of our esteemed academy! He's almost as powerful as his papa! I couldn't be prouder!” At the last statement, Crowley brushed away an invisible tear.

“And I told him that I have no interest,” your son muttered angrily as he stared down at the table.

Crowley didn't react to what sounded like not the first refusal your son had given, and patted his lap excitedly.

As though everything was normal and you'd just go back to the nest.

“S/N,” you said coldly, calling him to your side. It wasn't like you were alone. If you and your son ran, shouting along the way, surely one of the teachers would hear you and get help. Your son stood to walk over to you.

It happened in seconds. His golden eyes flashed in mild irritation, and by the time you reacted he had already entered your space, and hoisted you over his shoulders.

“I consider myself a very magnanimous person, but you are pressing my patience.”

You shouted obscenities at him, trying to fight your way out of his grip, but to no avail.

“Stop squirming, or I will have to clip your wings-”

“Leave them alone!” Your son shot a fire spell at Crowley. A field around him blocked it, but he gazed at his son in parental pride.

“Just like his papa!”

“YOU'RE NOT MY PAPA!” He screamed, a blaze of fire exploding from around him.

It wasn't his fault he'd lost control. But you had a brief moment where you realized that without the field around Crowley, that would have killed you. As it was, the room was ablaze, and quickly growing out of control, causing your son to forget his anger, and panic.

Crowley sighed, and set you down. He summoned his staff, and quickly doused the fire. Then he turned to your son.

“I am a very generous man. I can pay for the damages done to the school. Which, judging by what I am seeing, is extensive. However, you both must come back to the nest.”

Your son just stared at him.

“If I don't pay for it, how do you think either of you is going to be able to pay this off? Especially not when word gets out that you attacked the Headmage of NRC. You will spend the rest of your life in debt that will continue to grow.”

“You're bluffing,” your son spat.

He definitely wasn't bluffing. You knew exactly what lengths he was willing to go to. You couldn't look him in the eye, opting to stare at the floor as you whispered,

“We'll come with you.”

“No!”

“We don't have a choice. Trust me, I know.”

“Aw, don't talk like that, treasure,” he said happily, scooping you back up and nuzzling his cheek against yours.

Your son looked at you with heart broken eyes. But there was nothing you could do. You'd always known what it looked like when he'd beaten you.

He'd let you leave…

You never wrapped your head around it.

He'd let you leave. Watched you walk out the door with your son. Hadn't said a word.

And he hadn't come after you. 

It had been four years since then. You'd been doing as well as a single parent could do.

Any accounts you had created and hid from him, your government paperwork, your social media accounts; all of it was gone. The second you stepped foot out of his mansion, he'd canceled and frozen anything and everything you had in your name. You had started from square one.

But you were alive. And so was your son. You had found a job, and had built a small life for the both of you.

But this most recent set of bills was going to upset the delicate balance.

You stared down at the statements, and sighed. You wanted to cry. You'd fought so hard. But it all amounted to nothing. The weight of the world was crushing you, and it was all you could do to keep yourself from letting it show to your son.

An unknown number appeared on your phone. You picked up. Probably a debt collector. Maybe you could come up with an excuse.

“Are you done playing pretend? You're not cut out to be a stray.”

You stiffened.

“How did you get this number?”

“You're not in a position to ask me questions. How does it feel to be all alone? To bite your master, then get beaten by a wild pack of wolves?”

You stared back down at the bills, biting your lip.

“Nothing to say?” You could hear the amusement in his tone. It disgusted you, but he was right. You weren't in a position to fight him.

“What do you want?” You spat.

“I want you to admit you need me. That you can't support yourself and the pup, and that I'm the only one who is able to properly take care of you.”

“What the fuck-”

“I want you to tell me that you understand that a dog is useless without a master to care for it.”

“Gah! I'm not saying anything like that!”

“Alright,” he spat, hanging up before you could say anything else.

You angrily slammed your phone against the table. 

“What's going on?” You heard your son's sleepy voice say. You turned over your shoulder, and saw him rubbing his eyes, staring at you sleepily. He was so small. So innocent. He deserved so much more.

You opened your arms, and he ran into them, snuggling against you.

“Baby, how would you feel if Daddy brought us home?”

“Daddy?”

“Yeah. We got separated, but I think he found us. Which means-”

“Daddy could take us home?”

You felt bile rise in your throat. Home. Home was stolen from you forever when a certain alchemy professor had decided you were his. But maybe home would be different for your boy. And you couldn't take that from him.

“Yeah,” you whispered.

You redialled the unknown number, half expecting him not to pick up. But he did, immediately.

You put it on speaker, and after a moment of silence, you heard, “Well?”

Your son was faster than you.

“Daddy, please come get us!”

Crewel’s breath hitched, and his voice was infinitely more tender when he spoke again.

“Of course, puppy. Daddy's coming to get you.”

Your son looked up at you with excited, warm eyes. Maybe this was for the best. It would be selfish of you to keep putting him through this. He had a father who would give him the stars in the sky if he so much as looked at them a certain way. Meanwhile, you could barely take care of yourself.

“We'll be waiting,” you said quietly.

You half expected him to go back to sounding angry and disappointed. Instead, he released a soft sigh, and said in a voice so kind that it brought tears to your eyes, “I've missed you, love.”

Sam's "friends" used to frighten you. They were the one's in charge of keeping you quiet in the back room while he worked. 

Over time, you'd grown to tolerate them. They were terrifying. But they left you alone for the most part.

The day Sam had placed your son in your arms was the first time they'd spoken to you. You'd been alone, staring at your own hollow eyes in the mirror, reflecting on how you had to get this child away from him, when a whispery voice had hissed in your ear.

“We can free you.”

You'd refused to trade your soul, but you'd given up ten years of your life span. Over the years, they would update you if you needed to move. They would tell you what he was up to. They would hide you from new “friends” who would try to find you. 

It was your son's 16th birthday. And something was wrong.

The "friend" who had offered you the deal in the first place was missing. They were always around, except for when Sam needed them. It was odd for them not to be there. 

And you, yourself, felt weird. You'd woken up to a tingle in the tips of your fingers, and a disco party in your chest.  You gotten up to wake up your son, then prepared him a birthday pancake. You placed a candle into it, and were about to light it, when it lit itself.

“Hello, friend,” you muttered. “Is something wrong? It's not like you to be gone for so long.”

You felt phantom fingers detangling a knot in your hair, and a voice hissed in your ear, “We serve more than just you.”

They sounded…oddly defensive. But you couldn't think about that now, because your son had just stumbled tiredly into the room.

“Aw, you shouldn't have,” he grinned when he saw the pancake. He leaned in and blew out the candle, before sitting down and digging in. You sat down in the seat next to him, digging into your own breakfast, when your “friend” released a hiss.

Suddenly, in the corner, a dark void opened up, and out stepped,

“Sam,” you whispered in terror, as you stood from your spot. You turned to your “friend” who was moving to join him.

“Hello, little imp. Long time no see,” he grinned at you, his eyes glowing bright lime as the room filled with fog from the void.

“Wait, I had a deal!” You shouted.

“We received a better offer,” your “friend”’s voice hissed with merciless glee. “Don't worry, we returned your ten years to you.”

“Damn, I wanted to see you for so long. But now that I see your face, I'm absolutely disgusted,” Sam spat bitterly.

The smoke wrapped around you like unbreakable ropes. You struggled against them, but they only grew tighter, quickly feeling suffocating.

He walked up to you, gripping your chin in his hand.

“I paid quite the price for you. And now I just want you to suffer like I did.”

“Wait-” your son cut in, seemingly finally able to break out of his shock.

This brought Sam's attention to him, his eyes filling with love and adoration.

“And there's my boy! Can you believe I spent years thinking a fate worse than death had befallen you?” Sam said sweetly.

“You're scaring me. Cut out whatever it is you're doing, and leave us alone!”

Sam's eyes flashed back to yours, a staff suddenly appearing in his hand.

“No. I made a deal after all.”

He stalked towards you, and you watched in horror as various shadow creatures restrained your son.

“I had to choose. You or my son.” The staff came up under your chin, pressing uncomfortably into your throat. “I used to worship you. And you gave me nothing,” he hissed. Then he smiled. “It wasn't that hard of a decision to make, really.”

His lips were pressed against yours, cutting off your air completely.

“Goodbye, Y/N,” he breathed against you. He then shoved you, and you fell backwards into darkness, his hate filled glowing gaze the last thing you saw.

“Please, just, don't tell anyone about us. He's not interested in becoming a mage.”

It felt like you were pleading for your life. Because you were. Crowley had arrived at your son's school to scout students for the college. The second your son had gotten word, he'd called you, and you'd rushed to the school, prepared with a lie about a doctor's appointment you'd both forgotten. Crowley moved far too fast though, and had already found your son.

“Y/N. My employees' well being is of great importance to me!” 

“I'm sure he's fine,” your son groaned in the seat next to you. “I really don't want to be a mage. So scout someone else, and leave us alone.”

Your boy was a good one. But his downfall was his strong sense of justice. You had never intended to tell him the lengths Ashton had gone to keep you, but he'd been relentless. You hadn't told him everything, but the both of you were pretty certain he might do something bad if he ever met the man.

Crowley looked at you both in disappointment. You remembered that look. It brought you back to your Ramshackle days when you were asking him to install heat, and he'd made you feel like you were asking for a million dollars. But you weren't his student anymore. You weren't his slave. He had no control over you.

“It would be a great shame for someone of your abilities to waste them. And besides,” Crowley’s disappointed frown turned into a frightening grin. “Around this time of year, a certain physical education professor gets rather whiney, and makes it everyone's problem. Now, whose fault is that?” 

“He's a big kid. If he can't move on, that's his own fault. And if it's a problem, you can fire him,” you said bluntly, not going to feel guilted for what you'd done.

Crowley leveled a glare at you.

“I gave you a home. I gave you money. I gave you an expensive education, for free. I allowed you to keep your cat, and eventually your son. You owe me.” He snapped his fingers, and the mirror in the corner swirled to life. Suddenly, he was behind the both of you, yanking you from your seats, and shoving you through the mirror.

You both landed in a patch of grass, right behind a burly man in a memorable red sweatshirt. He hadn't noticed you yet. You pressed your finger to your lips, and pointed to the nearby woods. Your son nodded, and you both turned slowly.

Only to bump straight into Crowley.

“For Seven's sake, Ashton! Get it together!” Crowley snapped, causing the man of the hour to finally look over his shoulder.

His eyes widened, and he ran straight for you, wrapping you in a hug so tight that you thought your ribs might break. Again.

“Ashton,” you wheezed, feeling the familiar feeling of panic you always felt when he was involved. 

“You're so scrawny,” he muttered in your ear. You were always “too scrawny” to him. But of course it would be the first thing he'd say to you after so long of being apart. 

“I can't believe you survived out there,” he boomed loudly, holding you by the shoulders at arms length, looking you up and down with a jovial smile.

“Put them down!” Your son snapped, shaking you out of your fear momentarily. You looked over your shoulder to see him tied up in Crowley's “whips of love”.

Ashton’s eyes brightened even further.

“Ha ha! You look just like your old man! A few hundred pushups, and you'll be just as strong as I am!”

“Fuck you!” 

Ashton's eyes darkened, and turned back to you, reigniting your terror tenfold. His grip on your shoulders tightened painfully.

“What have you been saying about me, Y/N?”

You shivered in terror. You knew that look.

“I didn't-”

“You don't deserve our love, you monster!”

Ashton tossed you to the side like you were nothing. You winced. He never seemed fully aware of what his strength was capable of. He marched up to your son, snatching him from Crowley.

“Looks like we need to do some training, to whip ya into shape.”

He snatched you under his other arm, storming off in the direction of the school.

“Vargas! Your students!” Crowley called after him, but he was completely ignored.

You were thoroughly soaked from the rain outside. You stood before him, staring at the ground in shame as he silently sipped tea, and studied you. Eventually, he sighed, standing up and placing the baby in the bassinet in the corner of his spacious bedroom. He returned to his seat, and sighed again.

“To say I am disappointed would be an understatement,” Mozus said sternly. 

The door had been unlocked. In a moment of stupidity, you'd taken the chance to grab the baby and run. You hadn't realized that Trein had put up countless charms around the estate, including one that allowed the topiary knights to drag you back to him. If that wasn't enough, it was pouring. A mud puddle had been your undoing.

You dripped onto the floor, awaiting the speech and upcoming punishment.

“Look at me when I talk to you,” he snapped, and you quickly looked up. His face and demeanor were calm, but his eyes glinted in anger.

“I trained you to be a better spouse than this. What in the Seven's names were you thinking?”

He paused, seeming to wait and see what brilliant answer you would provide.

“I don't know,” you whispered.

“You don't know. Well, do you have any hints?”

You honestly didn't. Things had been peaceful recently. Up until the moment you ran out the door, you had convinced yourself you were finally able to be happy here. But seeing that unlocked door had stirred something in you. A final rebellion. A chance for your son, who shouldn't have to grow up under Trein's tyranny.

Now that you were under his scrutiny, however, all of that seemed to fade away. Instead, you were filled with embarrassment and guilt.

“I'm sorry,” you whimpered.

His glare softened into pure disappointment. Which, somehow, made you feel worse.

“Sorry won't clean the mud off my carpet,” he said tiredly. He looked you up and down, before pouring himself another cup of tea. 

“I know.”

“You know I can't leave this unpunished?”

“Yes.”

He looked at you, unreadable, before he nodded to the door.

“Go clean yourself up, then wait for me in your room while I decide on your punishment.”

You nodded, trudging towards the door. Then the baby started to softly cry. Instinctively, you turned the child. Trein's expression turned soft, more tender. 

“Go ahead,” he said, his voice full of love.

You picked up the baby, and made your way to your room.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #dire crowley x reader #dire crowley #yandere dire crowley #yandere dire crowley x reader #yandere divus crewel #yandere divus crewel x reader #divus crewel #divus crewel x reader #twst sam x reader #twst sam #yandere twst sam x reader #yandere twst sam #ashton vargas x reader #ashton vargas #yandere ashton vargas #yandere ashton vargas x reader #mozus trein x reader #mozus trein #yandere mozus trein #yandere mozus trein x reader

[rosekasa]

“I was going for the cheek/forehead and I missed 😳” kiss for any side of the square ❤️

AHHH ANON THANK U!!!

92. “I was going for the cheek/forehead and I missed 😳” kiss - from this amazing list by @kisspromptsforthelovesquare !

Ladybug hates Hawk Moth for a lot of reasons. But interrupting the first date she's had with her boyfriend after his month away in Verona truly takes the cake.

Coming to a halt at Champs de Mars, she sets Adrien down on his feet. The power still hasn't come back on after the attack; the safety announcement hasn't been broadcasted yet, and no one has been brave enough to come back out and return to their picnic blankets.

"Thanks, Ladybug." He dusts himself off once he's out of her arms. Despite being cornered in an alleyway for two hours, he still looks gorgeous -- brand new white shirt perfectly pressed, not a strand of hair out of place. "You really didn't have to trouble yourself, though. I could've just walked."

She knows that very well -- but she wasn't about to let Hawk Moth win. He can interrupt all her dates as much as he wants, but he cannot stop her from exercising her God-given right of enjoying how attractive her boyfriend is up-close and personal.

"What are superheroes for?" she says with a smile. "I mean, I know Chat Noir is your favourite, but unfortunately you were stuck with me today."

He laughs awkwardly. "Chat Noir? My favourite?" he says. "I'd like to have a word with some of your sources. I've been a Ladybug fanboy since day one."

She rolls her eyes. "Your flirting is even as bad as his."

"You should meet my girlfriend. No one thinks my flirting is as bad as she does."

She can't help but laugh. Of course he wears that like a badge of pride. The thing he'd lamented the most while in Verona was how text messages 'didn't do justice' to his awful lines.

"Maybe you should follow her example more often and I won't have to save you from akumas all the time," she says.

He smiles. "But it's always nice to see an old friend."

She goes in for a casual, habitual side-hug. As if he's just a regular-schmegular civilian she's been saving for months and not the guy she was close to building a shrine for to get him to come back to Paris early.

Just as they begin to pull away, Ladybug leans in and presses a polite kiss to his cheek.

Except Adrien, about to say something, turns his head at the last second, and her lips land squarely on his.

They both freeze.

A beat passes, then two. He hasn't moved yet. Neither has she. One of them probably should, though.

But also... she hasn't kissed Adrien in a very long time.

No. Maybe enjoying how attractive her boyfriend is is her God-given right, but Hawk Moth would definitely have a field day if he found out Ladybug was kissing supermodel Adrien Agreste while his girlfriend was nowhere to be found after an akuma attack.

She leaps back, lips smarting. "I am so sorry."

He blinks a few times, as if she'd just hit him with her yo-yo. "No, I mean-- it's fine."

She opens her mouth to speak. Before she can, he reaches up and wipes a thumb over his chin. Pink gloss comes off. He looks at her, nonplussed. Blush shoots up to her hairline.

"You're not wearing your passion fruit lip balm?" he asks.

Silence passes over them for many seconds.

"...What?" she says.

He rubs his fingers together, pouting. "This is sparkly," he says, as if that's any kind of explanation.

"...What?"

He looks up, and his expression shifts. "Do you not... know?"

Eyes wide, she shakes her head.

More silence ensues.

"...How?" he finally says.

She stares at him. "What do you mean, 'how'?"

"I've seen you de-transform before almost every single one of our dates," he says. "You got to the airport five minutes after class ended to see me off. I thought you wanted me to know you were Ladybug."

Before, at least, she might've been able to convince herself they were talking about different things. Not after that.

"But you-- you said I'm an old friend!" she says. "You referred to your girlfriend!"

"I thought we were doing a bit!"

She sighs deeply, scrubbing her hands down her face. This is Hawk Moth's fault. She doesn't know how, but it is.

"Why were you shocked when I kissed you?" she asks quietly.

His face turns sheepish. He rubs the back of his neck, looking at the grass.

"I missed you," he says. "We haven't kissed in a long time."

Ladybug's heart leaps in her ribcage. No, she's not giving Hawk Moth credit for this.

Flying forward, she wraps her arms around him and brings her mouth to his, kissing him entirely on purpose.

The power comes back on after two minutes. While she's not sure about Hawk Moth, Twitter, at least, certainly has a field day.

#miraculous ladybug #ladrien #adrienette #ml fic #♡alizeh writes♡ #ask #anon

[chimcess]

→ Chapter 3.5: When She Sees Me Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Werewolf!Jimin, Witch!Reader, Shifter!Reader, Shifter!Jimin, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Jimin Genre: Supernatural!AU, Werewolf!AU, Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff Word Count: 1.8k+ Synopsis: Within the four realms of Lustra lay the Bangtan forest home to the Foxglove pack of the south and known as the “land of magic.” It is also home to the Bridd, a powerful witch from a cursed bloodline who is one of the sacred guardians of the forest. Park Jimin is the man who's in love with her, and when their worlds collide in tragedy, he must decide if he is willing to put his old life aside to make a new one. Warnings: Jimin POV, Kissing, talks of sexual feelings (not exlipict), I love this man with my whole heart, just a boy in love, takes place at the end of chapter three of the main storyline, THAT scene, FLUFF, This was so much fun to write, to be in wolf Jimin's head... the dream. Disclaimer: While you don't have to read any of the series to understand what's going on, it won't make a ton of sense. I highly recommend reading this in conjunction with the original work, Trees That Wheep. A/N: On the first day of Christmas Lex gave to thee... Jimin's P-O-V. Thanks so much to everyone who participated in the poll I held. Hope this meets expectations despite her being on the shorter side. Happy holidays and stay safe.

|| Chapter 3 || Masterlist ||

“Yours must be very interesting.”

I shook my head, “Not really. Mostly the angsty ramblings of a teenager. Nothing more.”

I sounded convincing enough. I heard Jimin shuffling around but refused to look his way. Deciding that I was done for the night, I began closing and stacking the grimoires I had taken out. I will sort through them later. Glancing at the walls, I could not tell what time it was but knew it had to be close to sunset. I needed to get to my room soon.

Going to turn, strong arms found themselves resting on either side of my waist. Shocked, I turned my head to find Jimin standing directly behind me. His chest pressed against my shoulder as I turned to face him. He had never been so close to me before. 

Jimin’s POV

Her chest felt soft against me, and I struggled to keep my nerve. Walking over here had been impulsive, my feet moving before I was able to think it over but having her between my arms made the potential embarrassment worth it. She looked so lovely in the candlelight and whatever she had been reading caused her shoulders to tense uncomfortably. 

Her eyes were wide, confused, and could not find a point of my face to stop on. I could hear her heart fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings and her scent made me force a groan back. She was so sweet, like vanilla, with an almost bitter aftertaste. I would compare it to whiskey but that was too strong. Tobacco, cotton, and vanilla came to mind. 

“Jimin?” 

She was so gentle when she said my name. Caressing it as if it were a precious secret. I leaned into her, wanting to hear her heart beating closer still. Drunk off of her presence, I found myself talking.

“Can I tell you something?” I whispered, just as softly as she had said my name.

Our chests touched and I moved my hands behind her back. Wrapping around her, I forced my hands onto the table. I was itching to hold her tightly but I was afraid of what might happen. Placing one hand on top of the other, I felt myself trembling. We had never been so close, and only in my dreams did I think this possible. Bridd refused to look at me, her breathing as heavy as my own causing me great pleasure. 

“Y/N,” I called to her, hoping she could hear all the ways I loved her within it. “Can I?”

Eyes locking, I had to grip my fingers to keep them on the table. I could smell the faintest trace of her arousal and it took all of my self-control to ignore it. She shivered against me and I knew she was feeling the same electricity that I was. I could hear her swallow, something I found oddly arousing, and she nodded.

Something was crossed tonight. The lines I had meticulously placed between us for years had come crumbling down ever since the day I came here with Hoseok. There was something about watching her walk around her home, her feet unable to stay still, while she worked that had struck me. Feeling her eyes on me, knowing that she wanted to watch me just as much as I wanted to watch her, unleashed this animal. The more primal part of my personality wanted to shout at Hoseok to leave us alone so I could take what was mine. The other side, the man, wished to sit and listen to her talk about the knives she loved to make, to ask her all of the questions I had been dying to have answered, and watch the way her eyes lit up. Realizing that we would never go back to a time before this, I decided to be upfront.

“I enjoy your company,” I had to tell her.

She nodded, dazed. Her eyes did not leave my own and she searched, ever the curious girl, for something. I had long ago stopped trying to figure her out. Instead, I hoped that she would tell me. I wanted her to want me to know her. With that in mind, I decided to destroy the walls between us.

“I like being close to you. Is that alright?”

“Yes,” She replied breathlessly, needily.

I leaned into her, drawing closer. Her eyes were hooded, heavy, and the lust within them brought me to my knees. She wanted me so badly, the smell of it clinging to the air adding another layer to her familiar smell. It reminded me of sea salt. I swallowed thickly and leaned in closer. Not tonight, I told myself, the grip on my left hand painful now. I could wait for that. I had been waiting for her for so long. 

“Do you want me to stop?” I whispered, so close to her lips that I could feel the ghost of them against mine.

I felt her hesitate. This was nothing new. Bridd had always kept her emotions for me on a tightly controlled leash. It had bothered me for a long time until I realized that she might have thought them foolish. I had never announced myself or made an effort to get closer to her. My own fears made me weak, but to have denied her this made me feel half a man. How could I have ever taken this choice from her? From us? Foolish. 

“No,” She said, her eyes already closing.

It would take less than a second of a second to lean forward. Such a small, inconsequential gap in time. A blink and it was gone. Nothing. However, as I leaned in I knew this small space would be burned into my mind. The anticipation, the way my heart sang and my hands trembled. Our lips brushed and my knees went numb.

Kissing her was unlike anything I had ever experienced. She was so soft, so warm, and frail beneath me as I struggled to keep myself at her eye level. Bridd sighed, her hands finding home on my chest, and I could no longer keep myself off of her. Wrapping her in an embrace, I wanted to cry from joy. Everything that I had ever wanted, wondered, and fantasized paled in comparison. None of it did this moment justice. With her hands twitching against me, her lips chapped, mouth dry, and breathing into my mouth each time we pulled away, I was certain I had never done something so right in my whole life.

She finally started pulling away, and I opened my eyes to watch her. She was so beautiful. Her eyes were glazed and not even half way opened. Staring at her, the candle light making the beads on her top shine prettily, all I could imagine to say was that I loved her. Instead, I bent over even more and nuzzled my nose into her hairline. 

“Thank you,” I mumbled, already thinking about kissing her again.

She, again, nodded, before leaning into me once more. Tiptoeing to reach my face, hands traveling from my chest to my shoulders, her eyes closing. Cupping her face, so small and delicate beneath my hands, I pulled her to my eagerly waiting lips. She grinned against me as I tangled my fingers in her hair.

Suddenly, I felt her tongue licking at my lower lip and the delicate balance I had been desperately trying to keep since I approached her tipped. With a strangled groan, I opened my mouth to hers and slid a hand from her hair to her hips. Sucking her tongue, I picked her up off of the floor and lifted her onto the desk she had been occupied with all night. I did not even think before my leg was forcing hers apart and making space for the rest of me.

Her hands gripped my shirt tightly and I wished she would go back to twitching against my chest. She felt more solid there, more real. Her mouth was wet and hot as we kissed, her tongue hesitant and shy while I knew I was being more aggressive than she was used to. Thoughts of her kissing another made me uncomfortable, so I kissed her even harsher to remove whatever they may have left behind.

Then she was shoving me away, ripping her lips from mine as she struggled to catch her breath. I took a few steps back, unsure what the problem could be. One look at her, however, and I was sure. The change was coming. 

“Go,” She choked, scrambling off of the desk.

A loud piercing scream called me to action. As much as I hated leaving her in moments like this, I knew it made her uncomfortable to have me around. Her comfort would always trump my own needs and wants- that I was sure. Running up the cellar steps, I threw open the little door and threw myself onto the living room floor. Closing the door, the tortured screams of my love were muffled.

My heart shattered as I listened to her, but I knew it would not last long. A few feet away, Taehyung slept soundly. I envied his ability to do that. Ever since I got here, I had found sleeping restless. With Bridd so close yet so far away it was impossible to relax.

A large, toothy grin overtook me. I would never sleep without her again. I would try my hardest to be sure of that. Her lips lingered on my own, tingling and swollen, and I never wanted the feeling to fade. I would make sure I always felt this way, every day, for the rest of our lives.

I could see it now, living here with her. We would cook dinner together, eat together, sleep together. For Yule we would put up a tree. For Litha I would tend her garden while she watched me from the window. We would have children, beautiful children that looked like her, and love them the way they deserved to be loved. My family would learn to live with my choices and my pack would always be my own, but I needed to be where my heart was. 

As her screaming turned to throaty croaks, I was settled. I would put my heart on my sleeve. For her, I would beg. What should have been said the second my wolf threatened to rip apart anybody who stood between us in that cave. When I nursed her back to health as she lay half-alive in her bed afterward. All of the times I had seen her since. Every dream, nightmare, and fantasy in between. 

Tonight, I would tell her that she was my mate. Tonight, we would never part again. Tonight, I would love her and hope she would let me. Tonight, and every night, I would fight to make her see that no one has ever loved another the way I love her.

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[criminalmindswhore]

Call If You Need Me

angsty, fluffy, pulls at your heartstrings

TW: Mentions of parental death

The timing of your life always felt like some sort of sick joke on you. Without fail, everything happened at the worst time and, your mother's death was no different.

"I'll be back in a few months honey," Emily promised as she stroked your head that was placed in her lap on the couch. The movie on the screen is long forgotten. You gripped her pants tighter, "I'm just worried you won't get the chance to come back to me." Emily sighed, your worry was logical and was her biggest fear. "I promise to do everything in my power to get back to you Y/n." Emily leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple. Tears silently rolled down both your cheeks. "One call to Clyde and I will come home as fast as I can."

The phone rang loudly in your ear as you sat on the kitchen floor of her apartment, "Easter speaking." Your words got caught in your throat, and a sob came out instead. Clyde sat up at his desk, "Y/n?" You took a deep breath and forced the words out, "Clyde my mom died. I don't know if this counts as a reason to pull her out, but I want her to know as soon as possible. My mom was like a mom to Em." Clyde remembered the stories Emily had told him on the way to Boston.

The rain was pouring down all day essentially ruining your plans to take Emily to the market in your hometown. You padded down the stairs being careful not to slip in your socks. You found your mom looking out the living room window, you stood beside her and sighed, "There goes our plans for the day." Your mom giggled, "But the rain made us better plans. Go get Emily." She shooed you up the stairs to find your lover still asleep. You woke her up and slipped her shoes on before pulling her downstairs. The front door was open and you found your mom in the front yard running in the rain, a massive smile on her face. She spotted Emily and you laughing at her from the porch. She beckoned you to her. "Oh, absolutely not Mom." She glared at you, "You can't get struck by the lighting if you're not in the rain." She pulled your hand and Emily's as thunder cracked out. The three of you spent almost an hour in the rain. Running, dancing, laughing, talking. You and Emily stealing kisses when possible. You were out of earshot from the two when your mom told Emily, "Thank you for loving her, Emily. You're always welcome here with us." The words made Emily cry. The love she always wanted from her mom, she got from yours.

You were sitting on the windowsill staring at the London skyline. You felt frozen in time and space. You needed Emily to guide you, but you couldn't have that right now. Your phone vibrated and you looked down to see a number you didn't know. You answered immediately, "Hello?" Emily smiled, your voice. "Hi Brad." Brad. It was the name Emily told you before she left, "If I need to contact you for emergencies, you are Brad." You let out a soft cry, she was alive and talking to you. "I heard the news. I'm thinking 'bout coming home." She said it in a whisper. Emily was standing in the next room over from Doyle, but god knows she had to be careful. She looked out the window at the huge backyard of the villa. She was nervously playing with the wedding necklace Ian gave her. She felt so dirty wearing it. "I need to confirm the shipment and get in contact with Chris. Pack it up and meet me at the spot." Your stomach dropped thinking about how in code she had to be with you but, knowing she was okay enough to remember all these codes gave you comfort. "Where?" You wanted to tell her how much you loved her, how much you missed her but you didn't want to risk anything. "Someone will send you the coordinates. Don't be late, he doesn't like it when shipments are late." You cried yourself asleep that night replaying her voice in your head over and over. It sounded a little different but you figured she adopted the dialect of where her cover is from.

"Y/n I'm being so serious right now!" You doubled over in laughter with your mom. "There's no way you have a whole assignment to do a job interview in a Southern accent!" Your mom said as she slapped your arm from humor. Emily was standing in front of you two smiling pretending to be offended, "I do!" She said in a Southern accent, "I take one theatre class for an elective and you two act like I've grown another head!" She was laughing now at her own accent. "Oh, how college has changed you, Emily Prentiss!" You said dramatically and pretended to faint into your mom's lap.

You spent the next week jumping at every phone call and text, waiting for the coordinates that never came. You were losing hope that Interpol would pull her out because of your mom. From the start, you knew it was a long shot. There were very few reasons that someone that deep undercover would get pulled out and a death in the family isn't one of them.

Emily, sorry, Lauren was in the front garden harvesting some Lilacs for Ian's birthday. The purple flowers were in perfect bloom and the smell wafted into her nose. She had just picked the last one when she heard tires screeching to a halt. She looked up to see 4 SUV's and men coming at her. "What's going on?" She asked in Italian, they grabbed her and shoved her into a car. "I need to speak to Easter," she said softly. The second the car door closed, she yanked off the necklace Ian gave her and let out the breath she had been holding for 8 months.

Standing around the casket you and your family watched as your mom was lowered into the ground. You were gripping the rose meant for Emily to place like it was the last thing keeping you upright. "Wait!" Your head immediately turned and saw her. Your Emily running across the cemetery. Her hair was lighter now and she had bangs, but god she looked beautiful. It was like the first time you had ever seen her. She reached you and immediately pulled you into her grasp. Tears you didn't know you had left came flooding from your eyes as your arms wrapped around her neck. Emily breathed you in, your perfume filling her nose. "Em. I thought-" She pulled back, keeping her arms around your waist, "I had to wait until it was safe to pull me out." Emily smiled sadly at you. Your mouth was just opening and closing like your brain was short-circuiting. "You made it," you finally choked out. Emily pulled you in for the first kiss you'd shared in 8 months. Her lips felt the same, tasted the same, that kiss made your brain realize she was really here. It felt like life was being poured back into Emily's being after being someone else for so long. You were the one to pull away this time as you handed her the rose, "I saved this for you to give her in case you made it." Emily's smile dropped and a wave of sadness overtook her. She took the rose from you and stepped towards the casket. "Thank you for loving me like your own and for welcoming me into your home and arms. You raised an amazing daughter and I intend to take over the watch now. I got her."

Emily dropped her rose in and grabbed your hand holding it tightly. Emily didn't cry in front of people except you and JJ, so when you looked at her and saw tears on her cheeks, you felt your heart shatter. The past 8 months were so hard for Emily, you cannot fathom coming home to this.

As the sun set on your hometown you and Emily sat in your dad's truck in a parking lot. You needed a moment away from the family and Emily needed space to begin to process the past 8 months. Her hand was intertwined with yours, music playing softly. You looked away from the sunset to look at her. She felt your eyes on her and turned to you, a smile gracing her face when she saw you. "I'm sorry Em." Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "For what?" A tear slipped from your eye, "For whatever you just endured. I know you can't tell me anything for a while because of the red tape and rules but I'm here when you want to or need to talk about it. Mom would kick my ass if I didn't recognize how hard of a time this is for both of us." Emily looked down at the console, licked her bottom lip, and then bit it. You grabbed her chin and pulled her eyes back to yours, "That's your tell so don't try to tell me to worry about only me." Your eyes were serious, "When I can, I promise to not bottle this up." You leaned into her and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips, "I love you." Your words were quiet but meaningful, "I love you so much Y/n." Emily's hand grabbed the back of your head and pulled your lips back to hers, this time more passionately. As your lips collided thunder cracked. Emily's hands threading through your hair, your hands on her face. She pulled away to breathe and opened the truck door, "Let's go dance in the rain for your mom?"

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[klbwriting]

Adventures In Atlantean-Sitting

Chapter 7

Fandom: Aquaman

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Arthur has power stripped and Orm recovers

Arthur knew something was off the moment he entered the council chamber. Horvath was smiling wide, Orlan was glowering at him more than usual and his normal allies seemed sullen. He sat in his seat and looked around before setting the bagged evidence on the table in front of them.

"I will be testing these today. They came from the attack two nights ago in Coastal City..." he began. Horvath snorted a laugh. "Is there a problem councilman? A barnacle in your throat?" Horvath just chuckled.

"Your pathetic attempts at humor won't help you today," he said. He produced a holodisk and set it on the table. He pressed a button and an image of Orm at the pier appeared, he had his weapon trained on something, but whatever it was couldn't be seen. Arthur inhaled deeply, annoyed. "We, the council, have decided, since this would clearly be a conflict of interest for you, that the investigation will be taken over by one of us. Orlan and I were just putting our fish in the ring so to speak, for the honor of capturing your brother and bringing him in." Arthur looked around, no one met his eyes except Horvath who looked ecstatic.

"I see," Arthur said. "Well I would like to extend to whoever heads the investigation to please test these materials. If he was using the weapon once again we have missed a weapons cache to reset the DNA. And he must not be working alone considering I went to the attack sight myself and saw multiple weapons and these gloves. I recognize this color and design. This was one of Orm's old suits, so strange that if he is the one doing these attacks, has a cotingent of soldiers with him, that they would all need to use his DNA, why wouldn't they just use their own?" This seemed to baffle the council for a moment, Horvath sputtering some.

"Perhaps it is a message he wants to send," Orlan offered. Arthur finally looked at him. He seemed completely neutral in all of this, which Arthur found unnerving. Orlan typically hated him, but in this regard, he seemed passive, as if he didn't care about any of it. "No matter what, he is always going to come back. They use his DNA so as not to expose those on his side in our ranks. Orm is a master strategist, the idea surly would occur to him to have plants among us all. Even in this room." He looked pointedly at Arthur, who glared.

"You think I would help the person who tried to harm my family?" he asked, voice low. Orlan just shrugged noncommittal, but his comment had worked. A few murmurs spread through the room and Arthur knew he was fighting a losing battle this time. He needed to regroup. "Well then, if you were going to vote on someone new to lead the investigation please do so now. I recuse myself." Orlan won and that was the only time Arthur saw any emotion, just a simple uptick of his mouth into a thinly veiled smile.

Orm slept on and off for two days recovering from the poison. YN kept watch over him, making sure he drank and ate, checking his fever, and keeping him warm. Despite Atlanna telling her that he would be fine after rest she still couldn't sleep, instead watching him for any signs that he was failing, that he was going to stop breathing. By day three she was exhausted but still going. She was so focused on making some soup for his dinner that she didn't hear him get up and start walking around. She nearly had a heart attack when she turned around he was just standing there by the counter.

"Fuck me Orm, what the hell?" she said, breathing deep, clutching her chest. He laughed. "Yes, very funny." She sighed and wiped her hands on the towel on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you," he said. He looked better, his color was back and his eyes were bright. She took a relieved breath and smiled at him. "How long have I been out?"

"You've been in and out of consciousness for two days. Arthur and Atlanna were here, they gave you the antidote to the poison." His eyebrows shot up. "Ya, they tried to poison you," she said, setting the soup to simmer. He frowned, he was trying to remember what had happened. He didn't remember anything from the attack at all. "What do you remember?"

"Nothing much, I remember the roller coaster," he said. YN felt her heart sink. He had forgotten about the kiss then. What if he changed his mind? She moved to turn back to the soup when she felt a hand in hers, pulling her to him. He wrapped his arms around her gently. "O...and I remember this." He leaned in and kissed her softly. Her hands went to his face, holding his cheeks as she kissed him back. When they parted she stared up at him. "I would never forget something as amazing as that kiss." She blushed and he couldn't help himself, he kissed again. He pushed her to the counter and tried to put her on it but faltered. "Sorry...I still feel weak."

"Its alright, you should probably be in bed still," she said. He groaned and she laughed at his grumpy face. She had missed it honestly. "Fine, how about we hang out on the couch today? We still need to watch Blue Planet, I think you'll love it." Orm thought about it, what he really wanted did involve the bed, but he knew if he got into it, even with her, she would only let him sleep. He nodded.

"Better than sleeping all day again," he said. She led him to the couch and settled in to watch.

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[rphunter]

Howdy! So I have multiple plots that will be below, but first here's a little bit of info about me, and then what i'm looking for from you.

A bit about me- I am 19F, so please be 18+. I write in third person, and can do Semi-lit or Lit. My ususal response is anywhere between 1-4 paragraphs, But I can write more than that and sometimes I do match my partners writing length. I've been roleplaying for a little over four years now, I enjoy it, I like writing so it's a fun little hobby for me. I am in the est. timezone, I'm pretty busy at work so my replies are more towards the afternoon, night and early mornings. Only rp on Discord. I will say that I do like ooc, but i'm shy it takes me a bit to warm up. And I use ooc to like gush over our charachters and stuff.(yes, I have my fangirl moments)

Now, here's what i'm looking for from you- 18+, can write at least one paragraph per response, writes in third person, responds more than once a day, will communicate with me. Yeah, thats about it, i'm pretty chill, if you do something I don't like i'll let ya know.

So, I'm a huge fan of Romance, fantasy and all that, I love darker themes, all that fun stuff. So, here we go.

Plot 1

Muse A is a person from the city, they ran away from home due to wanting to escape their arranged marriage, but they ended up getting lost out on the country roads. Luckily they find their way to an old restaurant, the only one in town, luckily for muse A, the stop was still open. While inside, Muse A asks about any jobs. Unfortunately, the only place looking for help is The Ranch a few miles away. Muse B runs the ranch and, well he's very picky. So most who have gone have been turned away. Muse B runs the ranch by himself, along with a few ranch hands that help him and has been looking for help, but due to his being picky he just hasn't found anyone yet. But when Muse A appears on the doorstep to the large ranchhouse, Muse B is surprised..

This would be MxF, I Would like to play as M for this one.

Plot 2

Youre the new Nanny for the Torez Family, watching the youngest member of the family, Dakota. Hes kind a little ball of energy, hes only five.. A bit of a mistake on the parents behalf if you wish to call him that. But, Dakota really likes you and even calls you family! He brags about you to his friends and is always excited when you arrive.

You go in for an interview with mrs.torez, you get to meet Dakota and she tells you that you start next week.

Your interactions with Dante an Dominick dont exactly go as planned, Dominick is kind to you and acts as a friend to you. Dante, well, Dante is cold and closed off…But he's nice to you also, it’s weird. But whenever his girlfriend is around hes ever ruder to you, and Dom sticks up for you, but..apparently Dante likes you..

Im sure you can tell, but this plot is specific towards two of my oc's, Dominick and Dante. I have it intended to be MxF with a very slow burn romance between yc and mc(Dante). Though it won't be fully focused on the relationship between the two. Again, very slow burn.

Plot 3

Muse A is a well known Sports player, lately he’s been all over the media, but not for anything good. He’s been on the news due to being at parties, doing not so good things, being with a different partner every night, and getting into fights. The press has been looking into him with each new circumstance and it's starting to affect his career badly. So his manager has decided to get him a “significant other” ..Muse B.

Their managers come together to make them into some power couple. The only issue is that the two of them cannot stand each other when they're not in front of the cameras or out in public. Even then that's a hard time for them to get along. With both Muse A and B being hate each other, being mean towards each other and much more.

Will things ever get better?

Can be MxM or MxF I'm fine with playing either muse.

Last thing I have is that we can come up with something together.

Thank you for taking the time to read my hot mess of an ad, If you're interested then please, send me a message.

Thanks!

Looking forward to hearing from ya!

,

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[positivelybeastly]

"So there are mutant-hunting robots now." Tess rests her chin on her knees, arms wrapped tightly around her legs as she fixes the television with a baleful eye. A new episode of VH1: Behind the Music is playing. "Jean was a malevolent space goddess. You found proof of alien life and almost went to war with them." Her brows furrow, revealing a little age line that wasn't there the last time he saw her in person.

"Morph got blown up and brainwashed by some asshole who sounds like he's going to be a real problem--" yeah, no shit--"and I..." She sighs, rubbing a hand across her tired eyes. "I don't know who Jubilee and Bishop are."

A wet sniff.

Tess--the Tess he knew--had a nasty psychosomatic vomit reaction. She's not even lunging for a trash can, just a little green. And looking utterly lost, until she hides her face in her arms. (Get it together, X-Man.) "Good find." Her voice is muffled." Glad to have them on the... on the team."

For everyone else, she's been a g-ddamn trooper. Tess McKay, ready to be back on the job! Tess McKay, who fucking loves being an X-Man and didn't spend the last four years lost in a dimension of shrimp people. Hah-hah! Tess McKay, acerbic as ever!

Hank knows her better. Always did, really.

Having one's life upended while wearing the uniform is a rite of passage. (Hank? He went blue and furry. Morph? Mistaken for dead and brainwashed by an evil scientist. Jean? Apparently possessed by a big psychic space bird.) She'll get past it. Everyone will catch her up on what she's missed. Things won't be the same, but they'll be good, and even if the world's moved on without her, she's so... happy to be back. With everyone. With this ragtag group of weirdos who became her family.

Except--

"Oh, Hank. He's gone."

When the sob comes, it's low and ragged, wringing the breath out of her.

"The Professor's gone..."

"Our government chose to deploy so called 'robot policemen' in one of their more scatter brained and authoritarian breaches of common sense, this is in fact true."

Every now and then, Hank's eyes flick up from the chronometric circuits that Bishop's time band is laced with, the fine point of his laser solder erupting in a brilliant burst of light every now and then.

The episode of VH1: Behind the Music that Tess has elected to leave the television on is all about Fleetwood Mac, and the inter-band conflict is fascinating enough that Hank finds himself sucked in, even as the secrets to time travel literally sit in his hands.

"Well, to be precise, I didn't nearly go to war with anyone. The micro-nation of Henry Philip McCoy would put up a very poor showing in a protracted conflict with an intergalactic super-power, though I thank you for your faith in my abilities, Tess."

The humour comes to an end when the tone shifts and he remembers what happened to Morph, a sad look in his eye. Some days, he wonders what might have happened if he had been the one 'killed' in action that day, and Morph who had been imprisoned. He might have suffered the same fate, and he's . . . ashamed to admit, he isn't sure he would have stood up to Sinister's tampering as well as Morph did.

". . . Lucas and Jubilation are both fine individuals, Tess. You'll like them. I know that you will."

Then comes the wet sniff, and he flips down off the rafters, putting down the time band. His fuzzy blue mitts, warm and strong, come to rest on her arm, and he squeezes gently, offering her the comfort. He's here. He can help her weather any storm, any turbulence, any upset. That's what he does, he helps people. He does his best, at any rate.

But then . . . he's gone. And Hank doesn't have to question for a moment who she means, and his chest goes tight even as he gathers her up into a hug and pulls her against him, resting his chin on her head as he presses a soft kiss to her scalp. It's a gentle gesture, it's loving. It's kind, above all else. It's an attempt to reassure, even as he feels his own lip wobble and he casts his blue eyes upwards, trying to contain the tears he feels welling up in them.

"I know, Tess. I know. It's going to be all right. It will, I promise."

#themckaytriarchy #verse: hated and feared

[captainmalewriter]

Concert Hopper

I won't lie, the idea of body swapping seemed absurd when I first heard about it. Even after the first few swaps I experienced I felt pretty weird about it. Being able to move around in a new body while also being able to see your former body move around under someone else's command is a mind boggling experience to say the least.

But the more I swapped, the more I got used to it. In fact, I realized that if I could wield this power correctly, then I could use it to fulfill my greatest desires! And soon enough, that's exactly what my life turned out to be. From burly, muscular bears to thin, pretty boys and to the most average average joe to even A list celebrities, I've gotten a taste of all different types of bodies and lifestyles through the power of body swapping!

With pride month in full swing, I've been busy going to as many pride events as I can. Parades, concerts, circuit parties... if it's gay, I'm there. I'm just lucky that the fatigue doesn't carry over whenever I swap bodies, or else I wouldn't be able to do half the shit I do nowadays.

My latest body had an all access pass to a weekend long EDM pride concert. You can find people "having some extra fun" at the back of the crowd, if you catch my drift. He was so busy making out with some other guy that I swapped our bodies without a problem! I simply patted him on the back, and the swap was complete.

I found myself in my new body with the other guy's tongue still deep inside my new mouth. I could feel my new, hard stick pressing against the other guy, touching our tips as we kissed. I opened my eyes for a brief second and saw my old body looking at his new body with widened eyes. Poor sucker, he has no idea who stole his body.

I pulled the guy he was kissing deep into the crowd and we started rocking out to the concert. Now he'll never be able to find me!

That happened yesterday. It's only Saturday, and I still got two more days of raving before I had to find the next body to swap into.

With such a massive crowd at the concert, I doubt the original owner of my new body would be able to find me. And even if he did, there's nothing he could say or do to me that'll force me to switch us back. I'd simply shake him off in the crowd again. I felt safe and secure in my new body, and with that feeling in mind, I decided to go ahead and help myself to my new body.

But before I did anything, I decided to hit the gym first for a quick pump. It didn't take long to get this body hot and sweaty. This guy wasn't crazy muscular but I could tell he took care of himself.

"Mmm... Feels so good..." I purred as I rubbed down my new body.

I lifted my arm and took a deep sniff of the smell I worked up. It smelled nice, sweaty, and musky, enough so that it got me horny. I turned my head and licked my pit and bicep. My new skin tingled as I ran my tongue across it, and the salty taste of sweat reminded me how much I love the taste and smell of masculine men.

"God... I'm so fucking hot...!" I said out loud. My dick was starting to poke against the fabric of my gym shorts. I grazed my hand over my cock, feeling the hardening shaft grow in size as I rubbed myself.

I turned my head and noticed a guy staring at me. He smacked his lips, and I could see him shaking his junk with his hand. He used his fingers to show the outline of his dick through his grey sweats, showing me how hung he was. I smirked, and pulled down my gym shorts. My dick sprang up once it was exposed. I opened my car door a bit, just enough so my admirer could catch a glimpse of my new body. I bet he liked what he saw, as he started walking towards me. His hard dick swung around in his sweats as he walked, and I could already tell I'm gonna like what I see once he's in the passenger seat.

He hopped into my car and we got straight to the action. I could only squirm in my seat as he sucked me off in the back of the parking lot. The grip of his throat let me crying out from pleasure, leaving me begging for more. While we hooked up, I could only wonder if this guy liked going to concerts too. Well, regardless of if he did or didn't, he's going to one once I swap our bodies. My pride month's going swimmingly, and it's only getting better from here.

#male body swap #male body switch #body swap #body switch #musk #muscle

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hi makenzie! i’m currently looking for some good fantasy, do you have any specific favorites from your recent reads? 🤔

oh BOY do I!

Jade City (Fonda Lee) - the first of a ROLICKING fantasy novel unlike anything I've ever read before. the setting is stunning: the post-war island of Kekon, where technology (radio and telephones, cars and airplanes, etc) lives side by side with a magical jade that the native population has harnessed for generations to enhance their natural abilities to become fearsome combatants. the series begins with three adult siblings - Lan, Hilo, and Shae - struggling to find their places within their famed grandfather's legacy, and follows them for years as international conflict blooms and the family grows. Lee is BRUTAL writer who will kick you in the gut out of absolutely nowhere with some of her twists, but goddamn you will never be bored. I haven't read the final book yet but my hopes are HIGH.

City of Brass (S.A. Chakraborty) - also the first in a trilogy, this time centering around a secret city of djinn in 19th century Egypt. it starts as a fun romp as Nari, an adult orphan with inexplicable healing abilities that I'm sure won't be relevant to the plot at all, no sir, becomes entangled with an ancient warrior (bastard) and a naive prince (best boy, never done anything wrong in his life) and elevates into an absolutely epic political fantasy that I was heartbroken to finish. this isn't strictly "recent" but I really cannot recommend the trilogy enough!

Kaikeyi (Vaishnavi Patel) - a standalone retelling of the story of Kaikeyi, the wicked stepmother figure of the Sanskrit epic the Ramayana. this book is some of the most fun I had with a doorstopper novel all year; Patel strikes a really good balance between political maneuverings, interpersonal developments, and sprinkling in reimagined Hindu myths and legends. Kaikeyi's a blast, give it a chance!

Siren Queen (Nghi Vo) - I'm a Nghi Vo fan first and a person second, so there's no way I wasn't going to mention her most recent release. Siren Queen presents a fantastical alternate history where the rise of Hollywood film studios was presided over by sinister fey creatures, with each studio paying homage to eerie eldritch creatures in order to thrive. actors and actresses are bought and sold, changeling children roam the lots, and anyone who doesn't play along can be replaced with an uncanny replica. among all of this danger our heroine sets out to become a star, set on avoiding the stereotypical roles thrust at other Chinese-Americans. she finds success as the monstrous Siren Queen, but you KNOW she's not going to get a straightforward happily ever after in an industry that literally eats people alive.

The Jasmine Throne (Tasha Suri) - also the first in a series, the Jasmine Throne sees Totally Ordinary No Dramatic Backstory Here maid Priya ordered to look after Malini, an exiled princess banished to a haunted tower far from her tyrannical brother's court. Malini quickly reveals herself to be a much sharper political schemer than her sickly demeanor would suggest, and she enlists Priya in her plans to facilitate her own escape and overthrow her brother. this one is ripe with BODY HORROR PLANT MAGIC!

The City We Became (N.K. Jemisin) - we're once again stretching the bounds of a "recent" read, but the sequel just came out so now is the perfect time! this is a contemporary urban fantasy that asks the pressing question: what if cities that become old and powerful enough come to life, embodied in a single person who must represent and protect that city? and what if New York just had a big messy magical birth, just as its in danger from an otherworldly threat? great news - the five boroughs have also found avatars, and they're teeming up to save New York the person and New York the city.

#bookblr

[mercurygray]

A very small (and very late) amuse-bouche for @junojelli, who had a birthday recently and deserves all the nice things for it, including her favorite characters in compromising positions and alternate timelines!

Scene: 1777, Philadelphia, in the house of Mr. William Mitchell, a merchant of that city and a loyal subject of his Majesty King George.

She'd never intended to be caught.

It was all well and good that during a war a man could put on a coat and carry a gun, but what did that leave the women to do? Especially women who were trapped in their fathers' houses, hoping for the other side to win?

William Mitchell would say it was willful of her, a daughter of his wishing for the rebels to win, but what did he know about it? Freedom was a fine word when you already had it. And Billie so wanted freedom - to be free of this house, of her mother and her silly and specific social obligations. It was a prison to her - until it became a lodging place for King George's officers. And then one night, after dinner when they were deep in their port, and discussing troop movements, and she thought of what Molly had said, about how wars require intelligence to be run, and intelligencers to gather it.

She nearly flew to writing the letter, pressing it into Molly's hands the next time they met. She knew Miss Warren - her uncle was with Washington. Could they not arrange something between them? A woman's letters, filled with gossip to an old school-friend, would not be read.

Miss Warren wrote back - would be delighted to cultivate an acquaintance, desperate for news from a friend, should introduce her to another, whose name she now enclosed. And that began it - codes and counter-codes, plans and plots and listening at doors - until tonight, that is.

"Now, Miss Mitchell, what have we here? What would your father say?"

Billie straightened up quickly and smoothed her dress. He was new here, this one - dark hair and deep eyes she could not fathom out. Family in Scotland, it was said, though he hardly sounded it. Not that he'd say why - he didn't talk in the same free and easy way the rest of the officers did, kept himself to himself. The girls who came to take tea with her mother found him handsome - but then, that seemed to be the condition they found everyone wearing an epaulette. "Say to what, Captain Speirs?"

"You, listening at doors." He drew in a little closer. "Is he aware that his daughter is a rebel spy?"

Her breath caught. "I've done nothing of the kind."

"You're going to tell me you were peeping at keyholes to - what, admire the cut of Major Andre's legs?"

"Why shouldn't I? Every other girl in Philadelphia seems to be."

"You're not every other girl in Philadelphia."

Was it a compliment or an accusation? She couldn't tell and didn't wish to. "Are you trying to flirt with me, Captain?" she shot back, changing tactics. "I could scream. What would my father say to that? Me, alone with an officer who's billeted in my house?"

"Would you like that?" He stepped closer to her, pinning her between his body and the wall. "Would you like us to be flirting?"

"Don't think I won't," she threatened again. But there was something in the way he watched her that made her wish, just for a moment, that what she suggested need not be suggestion only, a tendresse rather than a threat.

"I have every confidence you would," he assured her. "But it won't help either of us. Or our mutual friend John Bolton."

Billie's eyes widened. No one in this house - in this city, even! - knew that name, spoken only once in Joan Warren's letter, the alias for Washington's intelligencer. Even Andre, for all his powers, would not possess it. No, no one would know it except -

Speirs' smile widened. "Now she understands. We'll need a cover of some kind, if we're to continue meeting like this."

"Weren't you just saying something about flirting?" She gestured with her eyes to the space between them, his body pressed to hers. "Unless you find that objectionable," she hastened to add, trying to catch him out the way he'd caught her.

But he, it seemed, would not be caught. He smiled, and she thought of hungry wolves, the licking of his lips heavily implied. "The least objectionable thing in the world." She must have made a face, for he smiled even wider. "Cheer up, Miss Mitchell," he added softly. "This could serve a second purpose." He leaned in, his lips almost brushing her ear. "I think your mother likes my prospects."

She wasn't sure which prospect she disliked more - that her mother found him suitable for marriage, or that he did not seem to disagree.

#i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #billie mitchell #1780s girl gang #revolutionary war au

[twoidiotwriters1]

Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Hold tight guys we're getting some turbulence -Danny Words: 1,812 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Running Up That Hill' -by Kate Bush

XLI: Source(s): Dude, Trust Me

A whole day goes by and Hades is nowhere to be seen, but I've made up my mind that I won't care anymore. I've fought and killed monsters, but it isn't enough.

"I feel like we should've told someone about this..." Lily mutters.

"Jake's helping us, we're fine."

"Ara..."

"What?" I snap at her impatiently.

Lily's worried, I'm not as giddy and positive as when the fight started, so she thinks I might do something reckless. But it's not like I'm announcing our impending deaths, it isn't that kind of change. I have a fierce disposition to keep going no matter the outcome.

Which of course, could be seen as "being reckless".

You see, an hour ago we found my parents in their Prius, right in front of where we'd fought that day. Percy almost lost it, it was the second time I had to absorb half of someone's breakdown in less than two days, so I'm pretty tired, but I refuse to take a break.

"I'm just making sure..." Lily pauses. "That you have the remotes to these things."

I point at the dino bag hanging on my shoulder. "'Course. C'mon, before Percy realizes I left."

I burst into tears pretty often, but I have an advantage over demigods like Percy and Lily: I process feelings faster. Right now it's like I'm in the zone, with all these people feeling all kinds of ways, I have the clearest mind.

Mom's right, feelings give me power.

We go back to the camping site where Percy's already looking for me, and he's angry.

He pulls me away from Lily. "Let's talk."

Everyone throws curious looks at us, Percy's never harsh with me, not even when we're training together.

"You're pinching me!" I whine.

Percy stops and stares at me, his eyes are like Greek fire. "What did you do?"

"I-I just went to place some bombs—"

"Not today," he interrupts me. "The other night—Jake said you disappeared for a whole hour. Spit it out."

"...I'm helping you win the war," my voice gets quiet.

"What did you do?"

"Judging by how you're acting, I think you know."

Percy's hands go to his hair as he turns away from me, his face red. This feels like being scolded by my dad. "You made a deal with Hades?" He asks in an angry whisper, turning back to face me. "What were you thinking?!"

I don't ask how he knows. Maybe he saw it in a dream. "He's been insulted, Percy. He doesn't want to help you, and we need him."

"You're stupid," he says like he's just realizing this now. "Mr. D told me..."

"What?"

"He asked me to tell you," Percy scowls. "That he wants to be considered too."

I can't hide the excitement in me. "I'm listening."

He grimaces at my reaction. "He said that having madness on your side is useful too."

"Will you look at that," I mumble, my gaze drifting as I take in the news. "The gods really are paying attention to me..."

"Ara," he grabs my shoulders. "Stop. Whatever you're doing, it's a bad idea."

"No."

"Didn't you learn anything from—?"

"The prophecy says you have to die," I state bitterly. "I heard Jake and Will talking about it," I push his hands away from my body. "You're not dying if I can help it."

"They don't know anything!" He says in frustration.

"It doesn't matter, this isn't about just you, I promised Mike I would do this," I press, my voice cracking when I pronounce my friend's name. "I've made up my mind."

"What did you promise?" He demands. "What are you doing, Ara?"

"I'm bettering myself." 

Before our argument escalates, a roar and several short explosions reach us from the street I just arrived from. Percy's brows knit together. "That's my dream..."

"And those were my bombs," I point out. "Hopefully, we just killed a few dozen there."

He moves me to the side, urging me to safety.

"Take cover, Ara. They're bringing a Drakon."

Ara's standing in the middle of a field, and she doesn't know how she got there. She looks around anxiously, and for a moment fears she's been taken just like her brother, but then she hears his voice.

"Cyclopes. Centaurs. This is wrong. All wrong..."

Percy. She's found her brother!

"We need to get him back to the boat," a new voice utters. Ara realizes Percy's not alone, two kids are with him, a boy and a girl. "The sea will make him feel better."

"No argument," the unknown boy says. "There are too many of them. The camp... we have to warn the camp."

"They know," Percy whimpers. "Reyna knows."

Ara rushes to meet him and then freezes in her place. An army of monsters is passing by downhill, ahead of them. 

Ara concludes that she's dreaming a horrifying, but long-awaited demigod dream.

"The camp, yes. Vengeance!" Ara takes a moment to confirm, but it really is Ma Gasket in the crowd of monsters. "The orange and purple ones destroyed my home. Now Ma Gasket will destroy theirs! Do you hear me, Leo? Jason? Piper? I come to annihilate you! I will kill you, Arae Jackson!"

"Jason!" The girl next to Percy gasps, she's wearing a purple shirt, and Percy is too. "She fought Jason. He might still be alive!"

"Do those other names mean anything to you?" The unknown boy asks.

"I..." Percy closes his eyes. Suddenly he breathes in harshly, like someone punched him in the gut. "My sister!"

When the Ares cabin arrives, something feels off. Clarisse is glowing pink. I've seen Clarisse's soul light before, and hers is purple. 

Silena's was pink.

I feel dizzy once I understand what's happening. "That's not Clarisse."

The drakon attacks my sister, and Clarisse and Chris arrive soon after. I run towards them, if someone calls after me I can't hear it, everyone's screaming either way. The drakon doesn't see me, I'm nothing to this creature. 

When I reach Silena I fall to my knees crying. Clarisse leaves her side for just a moment, kills the drakon, and comes back. We carefully take the helmet off my sister's head and she confesses to being the spy.

She dies a hero anyway. Did what she had to, to make up for her wrongdoing. There is nothing else to say. 

It's lucky I wasn't given Pandora's box, cause this is my lowest moment, when I finally lost my girlhood. "Get up," I command Clarisse. "You'll help me fix this."

The older girl picks up a sword and a javelin. I grab Almighty but waver, something stops me this time, it feels like the wrong option. Instead, I search through my dino bag and pull the little square panel that controls the traps and bombs we've left scattered around the site. 

I climb into Clarisse's chariot. "Go that way," I point to the left.

"On it," she growls.

I use charmspeak to make sure the monsters follow us. Once we have them all in the alley, Clarisse makes the chariot fly over their heads and I press the square buttons, blowing up every creature below.

We get rid of 60% of the enemies that way. The 40% left is taken by the centaurs, the hunters, and some Ares campers. Only 10% manage to escape us, or at least that's what Lily tells me once I leave Clarisse so I can tend to the wounded.

Clarisse glows red by the time I leave her. I glow pink. Mom's sending a message: This is what an Aphrodite brings to the table, how we win wars.

I run into Pollux as he walks out of the Empire State. "Hey, man," I smile. "You look tough with that cast. How ya feeling?"

"Like a million bucks," he replies sarcastically.

"That's great dude, 'cause I need you."

He raises a brow. "Percy says I'm in no condition to keep fighting, he wanted me to go back to camp."

I try not to look annoyed. Percy knows Mr. D wants me to use Pollux, why is he trying to take him away from me? "I don't want you to fight," I respond. "You got your daddy's mad powers, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you make monsters have some kind of shared hallucination?"

He seems to like where this is going. "I can try."

"Good," I draw out Almighty. "That's all I can do too."

The semester ended faster than Ara thought possible. She's worked hard to keep her mind busy, but now that June has arrived, she's having palpitations.

After she told Annabeth about her dream, the older girl managed to hold some kind of dream communication with Percy thanks to the Hypnos cabin, and that seemed to jumpstart a domino effect of sorts, cause now all Ara sees in her dreams are Percy's bizarre adventures with the horse girl and the archer.

It isn't promising, every dream shows Percy in a different location, and she tries to assist Tyson so he finds their brother, but he isn't fast enough.

When Jason finally gets all of his memories back, he goes to Ara. "What's the name of that Hades kid you're friends with?" It's the first thing he asks.

Ara looks up from the control board of the ship, she's making sure everything works as it's supposed to. "Nico Di Angelo? He's not—"

"Him," Jason interrupts her. "Last September, he visited my camp."

Ara pauses, thinking she heard wrong. "What?"

"Nico Di Angelo," Jason says. "He came to us, and he wasn't alone. He brought his sister to live with us."

The girl's heart skips a bit. "Bianca?"

I don't have a hard time convincing Annabeth to let us use her Yankees cap, I don't even have to use charmspeak on her! Lily's waiting for me with Michael's bow and backpack, and a few trick arrows I made for her. She gives me a bedsheet that I wrap around me as a cape, and a large javelin.

I give Pollux Annabeth's cap. "Stay behind me and Lily at all times."

"You got it."

I whistle (meaning I use a whistle, I can't whistle on my own, remember?) and Blackjack comes down to help me. We just need him to make an entrance, but the amount of sugar cubes I had to promise so he wouldn't rat us out to Percy is outrageous.

"What are we doing, Ara?" Lily asks me, watching as I climb on top of the Pegasus.

"I'm playing dress up," I reply. "If you don't wanna, I can always ask someone else to be my right hand—"

"That's not an option." Her expression hardens, she reaches back and grabs an arrow from her quiver.

I gallop confidently into battle, Lily following right after. Behind me, I hear Pollux whispering in ancient Greek something about blurry thoughts and bending realities.

"Stand down!" I shout at the enemy. "Or I'll kill you all!"

Chiron makes a face like I personally stabbed him in the back. Everyone else starts to yell at me to retreat, but I don't go anywhere that it's not forward. 

If the monsters hadn't been tricked by Pollux, they would've killed me right away, but they were, and it's scared them to death for a good reason: 

The people they see standing between them and the Camp Half-blood army, are Achilles and Odysseus.

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[neonscandal]

Manga With Me: JJK Crackpot Theories (But Maybe Not) Rapid Fire Edition

I have had a lot of thoughts lately without any time to properly articulate them so let’s start the new year off with a shotgun blast of my least founded hot takes because, why not? Some of them might have some context clues but others might just be ideas I know I’ll never use for fanfics so, now, we all have to suffer. Enjoy my “What Ifs” and weigh in with your own. 👇🏾

⚠️ Spoiler warning: as these are rapid fire takes, covers info through current chapter of 209 and JJK0.

Nobara isn’t dead, Megumi was just paying Yuji back with his vagueness.

I just think it would be such an unhinged turn of events for Nobara to be largely okay but Megumi played the long game because how dare Yuji go along with Gojo’s half baked plan and force him to feel things for a sustained period of time?? Like, no real benefit to the plot in concealing her status except as a prank. I feel like Akutami would totally pull something like that too just for the sake of trolling. But if she came back as a critical plot point!? Even better, she deserved more shine. We also haven't seen a satisfying end to Nobara's need to reunite with Saori so I won't confirm her death until it's conveyed explicitly.

We haven't seen the best side of Miwa

I maintain the Akutami has been pretty good about tying in even the slightest of details (okay bit of dickriding here, I know). I've written about the fact that Miwa may not have such humble origins but I believe the last time we saw Miwa sets her up for a big awakening as well. The Tokyo and Kyoto schools differ in many ways as the latter tends to toe the more traditional line in agreement with the reigning jujutsu elders. Yaga, an indicator of the Tokyo school's tendency toward progressiveness, was considered odd with his cursed puppets and this eccentricity is foundational to those who work and attend the Tokyo school.

During Yuta's introduction, Maki makes it a point to mention that the weak always gather in packs, sorcerers and curses. We see countless times that Kyoto school executes as a pack, whether that is during the Goodwill Event or even when going after Kenjaku!Geto. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Gojo presses his students to go on missions appropriate for sorcerers of his caliber unsupervised. Where the elders and Kyoto seem to be intent on pacification and predictable power scaling, Tokyo is home to those the established order would consider abominations and would rather see gone. Those too weird (Yuji, Panda, Maki, the third years, I believe even Inumaki is a bit of an outcast) or those too powerful to control (Gojo, Yuta). So, the last time we saw little old Miwa... why was she alone? Because her powered up debut is loading. ✨

Megumi will be the one to exorcise Sukuna.

This is perhaps the rawest of theories considering. But Megumi’s technique requires him to summon and effectively exorcise a different animal curse in order to successfully wield it. We saw the eldritch horror he summoned as a final “fuck you” before Sukuna intervened and saved him (seriously, what was that?). So what if Megumi, in the end has the power to exorcise and wield Sukuna (a la Rika to Yuta)? Like... is this the best case scenario to save our sunshine boy, Yuji? This theory is held together by silly string but I am going to stake it on the fact that we were given the hopeless backstory of Gojo and Geto as how things had gone wrong. As the reader, should we not expect that that new iteration of this dynamic would prove to be more victorious? I'm just holding out hope. *weeps in Itafushi*

Megumi is an integral piece of the future of jujutsu and emotional damage is in the forecast

In many ways, this is already apparent. Gojo, following Toji's last directive, plucked Megumi and Tsumiki from their lives alone knowing the value of Megumi's technique and birthright. In cultivating Megumi's talent, we find out that centuries ago their ancestors were powerful enough to fight one another and we already know Gojo is OP. Megumi, unsure of himself and still developing will be a force to be reckoned with. We've seen it in glimpses already. This potential is something that Sukuna also covets which speaks volumes. We've seen with Gojo’s origin story (and Spider-Man) that great power leads to great responsibility. End game, I believe Megumi will be tasked with exorcising or killing Yuji out of necessity. But, if things in the box go horrendously wrong, I also think he'll be responsible for putting Gojo down. Hell, it might simply come down to a painful choice between Yuji and Gojo and we’ve already seen that Megumi trends toward Yuji’s preservation. I won’t say current events put a decision between Yuji or Tsumiki but 👀

Worse, I fear there will be a reckoning when he realizes he didn't have the full story behind what went down between Gojo and Toji. Either way, Gojo has cast Megumi as his equal and so has Akutami. Historically, this has ended tragically and Gojo's heart would simply be torn asunder to be undone by his own beloved protege.

Toji isn’t actually as much of a piece of shit.

This isn’t actually a plot development. I think we, as the readers, are meant to contextualize a few things to comprehend what may come to light about him. 1. He named Megumi “blessing” which leads me to believe that, while he was demonstrably awful, Megumi’s birth could have been a turning point. Tbh I think something happened to Megumi’s mom (well before Toji met Tsumiki’s mom) which sent him back down the spiral of being a degenerate and ultimately selling off his kid. I wonder how much the elders may have had to do with her death. Whether those be the Zenin or Jujutsu elders is really up in the air. 2. Akutami, in interviews, implied that Gojo wasn’t really a monogamous person in that they couldn’t see him settling down with one woman. Mind you, they then slowly reveal the deeper connection to Geto which fills in some gaps to what I'm considering a deliberate misdirection. So I’m wondering if the implication about Toji being a broke ass bum, while valid, has additional context yet to be seen.

Yuji hasn't seen the last of Yuko Ozawa

Again, this is a raw ass theory considering, I can't even lie and call it half baked. But wouldn't it be crazy if Yuko makes it to the end fight, perhaps similarly motivated as Kurusu with some cursed entity within her seeking Sukuna's head but she'll retain an affinity toward Yuji or something? Like why introduce her and that precious history with Yuji if she's not going to boomerang back into the story? Even if all she'll be is sentimental cannon fodder (I'm looking at you Junpei).

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[ya9amicide]

The End of the World In a Woman’s Hands [Newsies]

chapter eleven

♡ newsies masterlist ♡ previous chapter ♡ next chapter ♡

summary: Being a girl in the everyday world is difficult. Being the leader of the Manhattan Newsies and a girl? Even more so. Especially when nobody knows you're a girl and the truth is the closest kept secret you have ever had. For Jack Kelly, keeping the truth of her gender a secret is one she's found easy after doing so for many years. Unfortunately, having close encounters with the iron fist, Pulitzer, and a new Newsie who seems determined to get to know her, that secret might just become the opposite.

pairing: fem!jack kelly x david “davey” jacobs

warnings: none

“So,” David says, “why Jacqueline?” They sit on the fire escape, still talking the night away.

Jack shrugs half-heartedly. “Well, I don’t got no family. Least not one I care about. So, I wanted somethin’ of my own. Francine Sullivan sounds too snobbish anyway. Jacqueline…I like Jacqueline.” She looks over to find David listening to her intently. “When I became a Newsie, I just shortened it to Jack.”

“So…What should I call you?”

She huffs out a silent laugh. “Jack is still fine. But…It might be nice bein’ called Jacqueline now and again. Jackie too.”

“Okay, Jacqueline.” They share a soft smile and David shifts, feeling something in his pocket and remembering Denton’s article which he had shoved in there earlier. “You know, I’m not the only one you’ve touched.” He took out the paper. “Denton’s story.” When She doesn’t say anything, he starts to read the paper. “‘'The men who run this city are terrified of the Newsies strike because other child laborers in the factories and sweatshops are hearing the message of the Newsies leader. In the voice of Jack Kelly, these children hear strength and pride. Most of all, they hear hope.’”

Later, Denton reads the same part of the article. “‘And that is what terrifies the powers-that-be, for they know our city thrives on the shame of child labor. Therefore, Jack Kelly's voice must be stopped, whatever the cost.’” He stops reading. “Damn good writing, isn't it?”

Jack listened somberly, moved by his words. “All them sweatshop kids are listenin' to me?”

“They think if the Newsies can do it, why can't they? All they need is a leader.”

“The minute I show my face, I'm back in the Refuge.”

“You'd have help this time. I've been investigating the Refuge. I know somebody who's going to be very interested in Snyder's little racket.”

“Whatever happens, it's Jack's decision,” David says. “She's the one in danger.” They all look over to her and see her deep in thought.

Les steps up to her. “Jack? You thinkin'?”

“Yeah…I'm thinkin' of Newsie Square full of kids.”

David seems to know exactly what she’s thinking and picks up on her thoughts. “Another rally, right under Pulitzer's nose, and not just the Newsies-”

“Every workin' kid from every sweatshop in New York. We gotta get the word out -- let's go get the Newsies…” She stops, trailing off. “They still think I'm a scab…”

“I'll tell 'em you was a spy!” Les tells her.

“How're you gonna reach all these people?” Denton asks. “No paper in New York will print anything about the strike.”

Jack smirks. “We're Newsies, ain't we? So we make our own paper.”

David shushes her. “Be quiet and let me think.”

“Whattaya need to start a paper? Writers, right? So we got Denton. What else?”

“A printing press,” Denton intervenes. “And no paper or printer is going to defy Pulitzer.”

The others look discouraged but Jack starts thinking again. “Les. Go set me straight with the Newsies, okay? Tell 'em to meet us later at the World Building.” Les races off on his mission and David and Denton look questioningly at Jack. She shrugs. “So happens I know a guy with a printing press.”

The huge presses pound out papers and a loud thudding rhythm shakes the building. Jack leads David, Denton, and Les down the stairs with a candle. “They're right above us, and if Weasel catches us, it won't be just me they'll throw in the slammer.”

Denton heads straight for the old press, checking it over expertly and Jack directs the others to the ink and paper.

The other Newsboys start making their way in and out of the room to offer their help.

“All right,” David says, getting everyone’s attention. “Here’s how it’ll work: as we print the papes, Race, you’ll let the fellas in and they’ll spread them to every workin’ kid in New York. After that…”

“After that it’s up to them,” Jack finishes.

“So…,” Race says, sidling up next to her. “Francine, huh?”

Jack cringes slightly at the use of her real name and the other Newsies quiet down to hear the conversation. “Please, don’t call me that. I’m still Jack, just…”

“Just a pretty dame this time ‘round,” Romeo says, batting his lashes at her playfully.

She plants her palm across his face and pushes him away with a chuckle. “Zip it, Romeo. I’se still the leader of the ‘Hattan Newsies,” she pauses, remembering her brief stint as a scab. “I-I mean, if you’se will still have me?” She directs the question to all of her boys in the room, worry and self-doubt lacing her tone.

“Yeah, sure thing,” he says. “Just no more secrets, okay, Jackie?”

“Mmm, no promises,” she jokes, earning a playful slap on the back. “C’mon, back to work, these papes won’t make and deliver themselves.”

“I bet after all of this you thinkin' you'd like to take a shot at my schnozz, right?” Race asks her. “Five to one says you can't break it.”

Jack laughs and gives Race a quick hug as they climb onto the wagon.

“The cops are looking for Jackie,” David says. “We gotta protect her.”

“Any bull comes after Jack, they gotta go through all of us,” Kid Blink punches his fist into an open palm.

Boots spots the bundle of clothes that Jack has with her. “What's with the bundle, Jack? Ya leavin'?”

“Santa Fe bound, Boots. But not without givin' Pulitzer one last kiss goodbye.”

#𐙚 sfw ! #newsies movie #newsies #newsies fanfiction #newsies musical #newsboys #jack kelly #female jack kelly #crutchie morris #morris delancey #oscar delancey #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #david jacobs

[btsqualityy]

Maybe…Namjoon and Yoongi taking Mason out for his 21 birthday in America ( they are all scouting talent and producing) and they are talking about his upcoming nuptials and everything in between over drinks. 🙏🏾 Thank you!

"So, are you guys going to give me the talk now?" Mason wondered, looking at his father and uncle after the waitress had set their drinks down onto the table. Mason, Namjoon, and Yoongi were all on a work trip to California; Mason for scouting talent and Namjoon and Yoongi for producing and working on some of their music. Mason's birthday was on the second to last night of the trip so Namjoon and Yoongi wanted to take him out to celebrate.

"What talk?" Namjoon wondered.

"Auntie Min told me that you guys were going to give me a talk since I'm 21 now," he told them.

"That woman," Yoongi tsked.

"It's not an official talk," Namjoon said. "We just wanted to kind of see where your head is at. I mean, you're 21 and getting married in two months."

"To my daughter," Yoongi added. "Plus, you're a new producer and making more money than you thought you would be at this age. You might be a little...tempted with all the new found attention and power."

"Maybe but that's all it is," Mason replied. "I love Kins and I would've never asked her to marry me if I didn't or if I planned on hurting her."

"Even besides fidelity, marriage is a lot and we want to make sure you're going in with your eyes wide open," Namjoon said. "Marriage and being with the same person for so long can make you see the best and the worst of them. It takes a lot of patience and forgiveness to keep it going."

"He's right," Yoongi agreed. "Do you think you can do that?"

"I do," Mason nodded. "I know it won't be easy, I get that but Kins is all I've ever wanted. Uncle Yoongs, you know how music was your first love?"

"Yes."

"Well, Kins is mines," Mason smiled. "And marrying her and knowing that we'll spend the rest of our lives together is my dream. Well, one of them."

"What's the other?" Namjoon wondered.

"Become a super producer and have enough money to give Kins and our future family the lives they deserve," Mason smiled.

"Ugh, don't mention a future family please," Yoongi huffed.

"As long as you're sure, you and Kins have your support," Namjoon said. "Right, hyung?"

"Right," Yoongi grumbled.

"I say we drink to that then," Mason said, holding up his drink and Yoongi and Namjoon didn't hesitate to press their glasses up against his.

#btsqualityy drabbles #drabble day 2

[vandalizedai]

SOUND VOLTEX III: GRAVITY WARS - EPISODE 00: PROLOGUE

ive only translated the prologue for gravity wars, i hope i can complete chapter 1 in some time, im very busy right now so this isnt my priority, in any case, heres chapter 00 :] ive only translated the prologue for gravity wars, i hope i can complete chapter 1 in some time, im very busy right now so this isnt my priority, in any case, heres chapter 00 :]

INTRO

Rasis: Hawawa!!

???: Ufufu…

Right: Leave it to your big bro!

Left: Right, please don't get too excited.

Maxima: Fooooooo!!!!!

EPISODE 00:

Rasis: All GREEN, Mission Complete!

Total Result to detect the next target!

Hawa...

I'm afraid some undefined objects are detected in the Volte Academy's program.

Right: Unfaminated? ...what does that mean?

Left: Undefined. Might be a bug?

Rasis: I don't understand... It's scary, shall we go together to see what is happening?

Left: Sure, do you know where the signal came from?

Rasis: Wait a little, it's a prototype, but the Nemsys has a radar to search it!

If you complete the missions shown there you will be able to increase the radar's detection range!

Right: Wow! When was this added? Let's test it right now! Hmm... Where to press?

Rasis: Hawawa! I've never used this before so better practice first!

Tutorial mode, START!

Rasis: Mission Accomplished!

I did it!♪ By the way, you can view the mission contents on the "Track Select" Screen.

Left: Since we now know how to use the radar, let's check out those undefined objects.

Rasis: That's right, let's search for them, the Gravitational Radar is now fully operating!

Right: Rasis, have you found any of the indefitifinited objects?

Rasis: Eeh... This is... Hawawa! There's so many reactions!

Left: If it's a bug, then it's trying to stay undetected, shouldn't we go check the closest response then?

Right: Yes! It's better to be sage than Cory!

Left: How could you mess up such an easy saying…

Though what you said was pretty alright, even if it was wrong, I understood it enough.

Rasis: Maybe we will see what is going on when we get there! Let's go!

Rasis: Hawawa... But this is...?!

Left: Looks like a weak bug was trying to sneak in, I managed to erase it, but…

Right: That is not what we're looking for, looks like the radar detection won't stop…

However, this radar is so cool!!! It searches for bugs so maybe it can search answers to the tests questions?

Left: Could you please just study instead?

Rasis: Better let's go back and look for more bugs! Let's stop the detection!

Left: It seems what we're looking for has intelligence.

Right: So you mean that it's not a bug? I'm not sure but it sounds so cool! A bug with intelligence!

Left: Maybe more than y- Ignore it.

Anyway, you know what to do now.

Rasis: Yay! If those bugs keep bothering me, I will make sure they all perish!! (｀・ω・´)ﾉ

Right: All right, bugs cleansed! Rasis, have you seen any more reactions from the bugs?

Rasis: The radar response seems to be clear! We might be able to find the body of the undefined object!

Left: Let's recapitulate, it seems we're against a new bug type, after defeating it, we better report it to Sekishi, just to be safe.

Rasis: Well, for now, for the sake of our peaceful school life, we will start further detection!

Rasis: BEEEEEP! I found the body of the undefined object!

Hawawa! There's an unknown track in the center of it!

Right: A new song? Yes! Where is it? Where is it?!

EWWW, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! I'm getting bug reactions again!

Left: Looks like the bug has found us... The good thing is we haven't lost sight of the reaction,

so now we ca-

Rasis: I'm also soooo excited about the new tracks! Once we complete the mission we will get closer to the bug!

Right: Yaaaaay! Leave it to your big bro!

Right: I found the body of the undefinidet object!

Wow, a new track!

Bug, come here! I got you!!

Rasis: With the power of the Track Complete with the standard Nemsys equipment!

The auto clearing device will be activated thanks to the Track Complete!

I'm going to need help as soon as possible > <

Left: Yes, if you say so, I'll be helping you out!

Right: We did it! It 's beat down!

The track trapped by the bug has been unlocked!

Left: The radar detects it as a prototype, if this new bug continues to linger on our information,

we might have to reinforce the security of our facilities.

That's all I have to report for now.

Rasis: Thanks for the suggestions! But for some reason... I feel so nervous…

???

???: Hmmm... That's not bad...

I should rest for now... So once I'm ready I'll show everyone the horrors I've been through...

Wait for me...

Rasis.

EPISODE 00: END

#sdvx #sound voltex #translation #gravity wars