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ellethespaceunicorn · 7 months

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The Howling in Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Three

Chapter Three: The Wolf In My Living Room

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.

Chapter Summary: Your eventful day starts…RIGHT NOW! *draws mouse ears on the fourth wall*

Warnings: slight dry humping, slight choking, making out, love bites (hickeys)

A/N: A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this.

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Cover Art by me

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You wake to the sounds of the forest coming to life. The leaves in the trees rustling in the morning wind, birdsong as they wake and communicate to each other, and the soft rumbling of snores over your shoulder.

Puffs of air tickle your neck, and the firmness of the mattress under you seems misplaced. The heavy weight around your middle and the press of the warm body behind you is enough to have you remember where you slept last night.

If any of those things weren’t enough to wake you up, surely the unmistakable bulge of something poking at your backside would do it. You are quite flattered because it has been a long time since you’ve had a man in your bed. You also know that men get boners when the damn wind blows, so it doesn’t necessarily mean it’s there because of you.

Until the surrounding arms tighten and his hips push into yours just slightly. His nose sneaks into the space between your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply.

You can’t help the desperate sigh that escapes you, and the answering groan from the man behind you only inspires you to push your hips back into him. Your name is a whisper on his lips as one of his hands moves to the front of your neck. His thumb on your pulsepoint has you keening, while his other hand slowly glides down your stomach toward where you want him most. But once his massive paw cups you...

“Wait!” The yelp left your throat before you permitted it to do so. Waiting was not at all what you wanted to do, but your brain had other plans. Fight or flight response on high alert.

Walter freezes with one hand on your neck and one hand over your clothed sex. His chest heaving as he seems to try and calm himself down.

“I’m sorry, I just, it’s been a long time,” you blurt, surprised to be able to put forth words that actually make sense, “Feeling a little overwhelmed, is all.”

“I’m so sor–”

“Don’t be sorry, Walter. I want this. I just, I’m not ready.” Mentally, you are kicking yourself for not letting this man take you to Pound Town.

Walter removes his hands from your groin and your neck, the warmth leaving with them. “Just, please tell me I didn’t force myself on you. I couldn’t live with myself if I pushed you in any way.”

You turn to face him, one hand going to cup his jaw. “You didn’t push me, I promise. I...I want you. My body wants you, too. But, I know I’m not ready. For more. Yet.” The thought of your ex is heavy in your mind, the relationship you thought would last forever.

Walter nods, his eyes on you as he turns his head to kiss your palm. “What do you say we get some coffee?”

You nod, afraid to speak more and possibly ruin the moment. Your thumb ghosts over his bottom lip, your eyes still locked on each other as you both lean in. Once your lips meet, it’s as though nothing else matters. His top lip is between your lips, as your bottom lip is between his. Your hand roams from his jawline to tangle in his curls.

Before you know it, Walter is pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. His intensity only drives you to want him more. The taste of his tongue as it massages yours is almost enough to have you take back your words. You could keep kissing him for hours, days, weeks if he let you. But, then again, you always were a sucker for a good kisser. And Walter? He was something to write home about.

He slows down the kiss to let you breathe, and you pull back to get a firm grip on yourself and on reality. As much as you want this man to rearrange your guts, you would like to continue things on a slower progression. Thanks in part to your ex, who did everything with the speed of a cheetah.

“I don’t wanna keep you in the dark about something, so I’m just gonna say it. My ex is a huge reason why I wanna take things slow, Walter. He and I were briefly engaged and it didn’t end well when I broke it off. He’s not like, dangerous or anything. Just a bit of a dick sometimes is all.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and look up at Walter who is just smiling at you as if you didn’t just ruin his boner.

“Thank you for telling me. I hope you know that makes me want to be even more protective over you.” He pokes at your chin and you duck your head.

“I mean, I guess I should expect that from a wolf, huh?” You slide your hand from his curls, down his neck, and around to his chest.

“Yeah, you really should,” he says, turning to stretch, and no doubt adjust himself, “Let’s get that coffee, and I’ll take you back to the park to pick up your car.”

The coffee maker bubbles and brews. You sit on the kitchen counter while Walter stands between your legs. His hands stroke your thighs as he kisses and nips at your neck. You did try to keep a bit of distance between you, but the moment he stepped into your personal space, it was all over.

Once the coffee is done, Walter pours you both a cup. While you sip your coffee, you sit in companionable silence. You get the feeling that he doesn’t mind the quiet, he might even relish it. Even though you still have some questions, you decide to wait to ask them, choosing instead to enjoy the non-verbal flirting between you two.

You gather your things and Walter drives you to the park just outside the forest to pick up your car. Your phone is still dead in your coat pocket, but you have an idea. You get into your car and grab an old receipt from the console. Scribbling your phone number on the back of it, you hand it to him and tell him to call you later.

He pockets the paper and promises to call that evening. With a kiss on the cheek, he tells you to get a move on getting home. You put the key into the ignition and turn it, the car springing to life. Waving to him one last time, you drive out of the parking lot and start to make your way home.

If you are honest with yourself, you miss him already.

Pulling up to your house, you’re not surprised to see a distraught Olivia pacing on your lawn. Her car is in your driveway along with a truck that seems familiar. Once you park a bit behind Liv’s car, she throws her hands up and comes to greet you as you exit your vehicle.

“Oh, my God. Your phone has been going straight to voicemail since yesterday!!” she shouts, seconds before she wraps you up in a bear hug, “Look, I’m sorry, but I called him since he’s a fucking bloodhound. Don’t be mad at me, I was worried.”

“What? Who are you talk–”

Just then, you see shoulders turn around and those eyes meet yours. Eyes that still held that fire for you, even after everything.

“Hey, Bug,” he mumbles, walking over to where you and Liv are still holding onto each other, “Olivia, here, called me when she couldn’t get a hold of ya.”

Bug. The name he used to call you when you were dating. You close your eyes and steady yourself before detaching yourself from Liv and stuffing your hands in your pockets. You weren’t really in the mood to deal with this right now, but you understand why she called...him.

“Well, here I am. I made it home safe and sound. So, thank you but I think I got it from here, James.” you advised, trying to be calm in the face of your ex-fiance.

“Ya know, you can still call me Sy just like everyone else, Bug.” he offers, smiling down at you while you chew on your cheek.

“Yeah, I know. I guess I’m not everyone else, James. I feel like I’ve made that clear more than enough times.” you seethed, if only your eyes could shoot lasers.

“Got it. You’re still pissed. Well, do me a favor, Bug. Keep yourself safe. Check in with your friend when you’re, uh,” he pokes at a bruise forming on your neck, “Going out to meet somebody.” He snorts, walking back to his truck.

Liv turns to you and smacks you on the arm, whispering harshly as she does, “All this was for some dick? Like, kudos! But damn, you coulda told me!!”

As he backs out of the driveway, he stops just short. “Maybe stay in tonight. Me and a buncha boys from town are gonna be heading out looking for this menace been taking down livestock and all. Probably just a wolf or something. But whatever it is, it ain’t safe out here.”

You hated that he still cared for your well-being and honestly, you didn’t need his judgment either. But you used to love this man. Shit, you were planning on marrying him and raising however many kids he wanted. A little piece of you feels shitty for wanting to bite his head off. You can tell he still cares at least. It’s just hard to skip over the bad times when you think about your ex.

“Look, thank you, James. I’ll worry about keeping myself safe. You do the same?” you reply, pushing away Liv’s hands from your neck.

“Will do, Bug. Alright now. See ya ‘round.” He backs out of the driveway fully, throws a hand up in a wave, and drives off.

You turn to Liv as she puts a hand on your shoulder. “You know you owe me the deets, right? Like, everything?”

“Yeah, I know. But, truth be told, it is barely anything yet. Can it wait until it’s something more substantial, at least?” you implore, knowing damn well you like Walter more than you’d be honest about at this moment.

“Okay, so you didn’t fuck him yet. Did you least taste it?” This woman has no chill.

“Liv! Oh, my God.” you blurt, hand going to your face.

“Alright, so you didn’t taste it. Must have been an intense makeout session though, huh? That’s why you look so tired, hun?” she rambles on as you start to walk past her to your front door.

“Bye, Liv! Good luck getting your car out.” you shout back, the key already unlocking the door.

You watch from the living room window as she makes various turns to get her car out from in front of yours. You love the girl, but she deserves that after the third degree. And after calling your ex-fiance when she couldn’t reach you. Like, what was she thinking? Probably thinking the worst, you’re sure.

But, really? She called...Sy? If that didn’t open a can of worms later on, you will be surprised.

But for now, you’ll just put it behind you in favor of a cup of cocoa and possibly a very long shower. That would be enough after your very eventful night in the woods. And you were looking forward to finally plugging your phone in and getting a call from a certain bearded wolf.

Many hours later, you were doing some cleaning around the house, which consisted of walking around with a glass of wine in one hand and a duster in the other. Sure, you tidied up the living area, but you half-assed the rest of the first floor and you didn’t care. You were putting off taking a shower because you could still smell Walter on you.

Not like you were swooning over his smell or anything. Okay, maybe you liked the way his pheromones seem to act differently. It wasn’t just a woodsy, man smell. It was musky, strong, like fresh sweat all the time.

After three-quarters of the bottle is gone, you cork the wine and put it into the fridge to save for later. Turning off the lights and speaker system, you resigned yourself to finally scrubbing this day away.

To keep yourself sane, you plugged in your phone on the bedroom charger before going to the bathroom for that long shower you wanted. Settling in bed afterward, you moisturize your skin and dress in a comfy nightgown. You unhook your phone from the charger and scroll through the notifications.

A couple of texts from Olivia, checking in on you. A few junk emails that you delete. One missed call from Sy, with a voicemail.

Well, fuck.

You didn’t want to open that voicemail just yet, not that you get the chance to. You hear a crashing coming from downstairs. Not today, bitches. I’ve had enough surprises. You move to your closet to grab your bat. Five seasons of company softball have led you to this point. Kicking a home intruder’s ass. Sliding your phone screen open, you quickly turn on the smart lights for the living room. As you come down the stairs, holding the bat aloft, you hear a groaning noise.

Turning to the sound, you find Walter clutching his abdomen and standing against the entryway to the kitchen. He’s still in the clothing from last night, his gray henley soaking through with blood. You drop the bat to look at the wound but there is no hole in the shirt. You direct him to lie across the dining room table after taking his shirt off while you go find your first aid kit.

Coming back from the kitchen, you get out a pair of gloves and start to clean what looks like a bullet wound.

“So, obviously I have questions. Like, a ton. But we’ll start with ‘How did you know this was my house?’.” you ask, stitching up the wound.

“I just followed your scent,” he admits, hissing as you tightened a stitch, “And the car in the driveway kinda helped too.”

“Of course. Next question. What the fuck happened?” you press, finishing up the last stitch before cleaning it off and applying gauze.

“I was out in wolf form and a few hunters were out, too. I managed to draw them away from the cabin. I tried to make it back but one of ’em got me. Figured if I shift back to human form, I could drive out here to you. And, I probably shouldn’t have driven with a gaping wound like that, but I wasn’t able to think that clearly. I also might have parked on your lawn and I apologize for that. May I pass out on your couch?” he chatters, already rising from the table and narrowly missing the light hanging over it.

“Whoa there, Wolfie. Let me help you to the couch, at least,” you insist, letting him hang an arm over your shoulder.

Having him against your body again was a welcome consolation, if only for a moment. You deposit him on the sectional and he grips onto a throw pillow as soon as he lays down on his stomach. You pull a blanket off the back of the couch and cover him with it. His hand touches yours as you pull away.

“Just need a little rest, Pup. Be good as new.” he trails off, your hand slipping out of his.

Watching his sleeping face, he looks so peaceful. A curl is over one eye and you reach out to tame it, but it springs back right into place. You laugh to yourself as you walk to the dining table to clean away the trash.

Once done, you look back over to where Walter is snoring softly. Turning out the lights, one by one, you leave on the light above the sectional. You walk upstairs to your bedroom. Climbing into bed, you think this is the perfect night to go to bed early for once.

But your brain goes back to this morning. Walter’s arms around you. His scent is fresh on you. If you could keep extra quiet, you’re sure you can crank one out without waking the beast downstairs.

Right?

To be continued...

A/N: So, the chapter summary was a nod to Disney Channel. I am not a Disney Adult, I just love nostalgia.

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blacklegsanjiii · 11 days

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Can you imagine if the Vinsmokes gained their emotions back when Sanji saves their lives at WCI, but it kinda hits them all at once, so they become massively attached to Sanji.

21+ years of familial love for their brother smacks them in the face, only for them to find out Sanji has REALLY over protective boyfriends in ASL who monopolize Sanji all the time (this can be the gods au or just regular ASL+S)

Gods can you imagine the guilt? Not only just all that love but the guilt, shame, embarrassment, and horror at what they've done. Reiju just watching them and Ichiji asking her why she never stopped them, how often she helped Sanji after what they did? He needs to know and the answers 'i didn't want the attention ' and 'not enough' rip through his chest like niji's lightning.

Sanji's gone, with his crew and they've only just escaped Big Mom's pirates and her prison and everything so they're not exactly primed for the real world. But without Germa and being free means they need to find their own way. So uhh, they guess first things they'll go find Zeff and thank him? And they do. Zeff and everyone is confused about the apology/thanks combo they're getting. Especially because it revolves around Sanji and Germa. Zeff is ready to kill them all but Patty says they can work for their forgiveness and puts them in the dishpit.

It's good for them, they're working through a lot of things and Zeff keeps making them push back against him verbally. They're...healing, but they need more but at least they're also developing some skills that can help them in their pursuit. Over time, maybe about a year ish later they decide to find Sanji. To go apologize, they won't ask for forgiveness, it's not something they deserve but he needs to their regret, their sorrow, their change. For them to be like him like their mother wanted. Maybe their skin is no longer metal, still extremely durable but they can be bleed.

Following the Strawhats is a challenge and Zeff warned them about it though. He gives them his lot of the Grand Line, a log post, and demands letters. They agree as Reiju stays with Zeff. As they set sail Zeff tells them to not be afraid of Sanji's boyfriends, they'll understand eventually! Which makes Niji ask the hell that means to no response. It takes a few months but they're doing fine. Mostly.

The New World is a bigger challenge than they expected but when they catch up the crew is fighting Marines and it's all an out assault from both sides. Ichiji says they should attack the Marines so they do with their powers and uhhh, is that a guy with three swords coming after them? Oh shit it's that Roronoa Zoro guy! Fuck!

Yonji is trying to calm him down while evading him. Ichiji and Niji are still focusing on actually fighting the Marines who start to retreat and the fire dives down so Luffy snaps onto their ship with a rubbery twang and pure anger and Nami, the hot chick they remember is there on a cloud. Right. Okay. They can do this!

"You broke the agreement so we're going to sink your ship!" Luffy yells at them in warning.

"We want to to apologize to Sanji." Ichiji says evenly.

"I'll see if he even wants to talk to you after what happened." Nami growls as the cloud takes her back. They get a signal to meet at the ship. Not to board, so it's kind of awkward with the height differences between the ships. Luffy and Zoro jump up onto their ship as Luffy slings an arm around Sanji with a cowboy guy who is glaring viciously at them.

"Speak your piece and get the fuck away!" Sanji yells at them.

"Were sorry! We are not owed forgiveness for anything!" Yonji starts.

"That's not an apology." The cowboy says.

"Oh, Sabo's going suuuper to love this." The robot says.

"Ah, do you want us to say? We don't know what you told them and don't want to cause more problems." Ichiji asks.

"Start with the cuffs." Luffy demands.

"Cuffs?" A few voices ask.

"Sorry we let Judge put those on you!" Ichiji says with a wince.

"Sorry for our childhoods!" Niji yells. "And electrocuting you with that plate in your back, especially. And calling you a failure after you got shot."

"Wait-" Zoro tries.

"Sorry about the dungeon?" Yonji tries which flummoxes the rest of the crew except Sanji.

"Oh my God they're going to die." Nami says.

"Zeff says you should write more, he's kind of been doing the whole push back thing he did with you? Reiju's still there." Ichiji says.

"Alright, I'll write to the fucking geezer but if I see any of you before I come back to Baratie I'm not who you have to worry about." Sanji threatens.

"Just one?" Luffy asks.

"Nah, let Sabo deal with them." Cowboy says. "Zeff is more likely to forgive him."

"Doubt that, lets get the fuck outta here, I need to start lunch." Sanji says walking away from the railing. With the crew chattering after him. When the brothers get home a few months later there's a blond guy talking with Reiju and Zeff and smiling politely with another orange haired girl beside him.

"Don't threaten them too much." Zeff warns.

"I would never sully this fine established like that." The blond says with mock offense.

"Don't sully it with blood either." Zeff stresses.

"Of course not! I'll do it elsewhere and no one will know." The blond smiles at the chef. "Bye guys!" He chirps, grabbing a pipe from the floor and leaves with the other girl who mimics slitting her throat at them with a smile as she skips out the door.

#black leg sanji #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #portgas d ace #vinsmoke sanji #revolutionary sabo #cat burglar nami #answers #acesan #sanace #lusan #sanlu #sabosan #asl+s #they all date!sanji

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mina-saiyat · 4 months

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Crystal Snow (Mina)

A/N: Again, happy new year! Sorry the story is coming out a little bit late, but there it is. An idol OC with the Mina, she's not the secretary anymore. There should be a smut part, actually, but I don't really have the mood to write it, so I just keep the fluff part. Anyway, thanks for your support, and please enjoy.

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Like a wee, crystal star

I should drift, I should blow

Near, more near,

To my dear

Where he comes through the snow.

“Snow Song” by Sara Teasdale

11 July, 2019 JYPE Building

Hello, this is JYPE.

This is an announcement regarding the status of Mina’s health.

Mina is currently struggling with sudden extreme anxiety and insecurity towards performing on stage. No exact diagnosis has been identified yet, and we are consulting with several medical professionals to verify the cause in detail.

After extensive discussion with Mina and members of TWICE, we have decided that Mina’s current condition requires additional treatment, professional measures, and sufficient rest. Along with this decision, Mina will not be attending the following schedule:

– TWICE World Tour 2019 “TWICELIGHTS”

Health of our artist is our top priority, so we will do everything possible to provide the best possible measures including medical treatment and sufficient rest for Mina’s recovery.

We ask for the sincere support of fans so that Mina can recover soon.

Thank you.

‘You promised me you won’t let Mina gets hurt! What are you doing?’ Your roar occupies the room, the others try their best to keep their breath as quiet as they can, not wanting to ignite you further.

‘I know, Y/N. But Twice is still growing rapidly, we cannot stop at this moment. Other girl groups are chasing their progress real quick, you know how success Blackpink and IZ*ONE this year. I am really sorry about Mina, but we just… I hope you can understand, Y/N.’ The tone of the CEO seems sad, but you couldn’t feel any on her face.

‘No matter what, you should not make any of the artist overwork or get any injury. Is this what you call JYP Nation? A family? This definitely not a part of the core value of PD nim’s idea.’

‘Park Jin Young xi is not responsible for the management of the artist anymore, the core value he has maybe different with us.’ The CEO still answers in a tone that he seems really not care.

You cannot hold your manner anymore, you punch the desk loudly, ‘If you think we are not important, then I will not renew the contract with JYP after my contract expire next year, I can do nothing but this to protect me and Mina.’

‘Did you consider your members? Did you consider Mina’s career?’ The CEO does not take your threaten seriously. ‘Maybe you should calm down first before we discuss again, we will announce you could not attend any schedule by this year. You should take some rest together with Mina.’

Days after Days, you are forced to see other members to participate the schedule, while you can do nothing. You could only spend more time with Mina, either at your home, or visiting the doctor with her. Mina is recovering really good under the accompany of you, she starts to smile again, she is no longer panic when she is in the crowd. Although she still don’t know what you have sacrificed for her.

You have tried to have a date with her outside, but you found that even both of you are covered in mask and caps, it’s too risky if anyone find out that the members of the National Boy group and Girl group are secretly dating, the massive noises are going to torn Mina that have not been fully recovered from the depression. However, at the new year’s eve, you still decided to bring Mina go out as you know she has dreamt for the new year’s float parade for long time, she is just unavailable due to the tight year end schedule.

The snow has been continuously for 3 days, the whole Seoul are covered in white, you believe that you and Mina will not be spotted on street easily as usual. You turn your head from the window back to the house, Mina has finished the LEGO car you bought her.

‘Dang, Dang.’ Mina sits next to you naturally, showing the LEGO she has just finished. ‘I finished it before we going out, can I get a new one?’ The way she speaks just like a kid asking for rewards from her parents.

‘Yeah, how would I reject Minari, right? Let’s get you a new year gift then.’ You pull her in your arms and kiss her suddenly, you hug her tightly despite she keeps hammering you chest, showing her protest. ‘ I wanna have my new year’s gift first, can I’ Her bouncing chests show that she is still recovering from the fierce kiss. ‘Yah… why are you so naughty…’

‘I don’t know why I am so naughty when I am with you. Perhaps it’s because of love.’ You caress her face lightly, feeling her smile when she hears your confess. ‘You should get some rest before the parade, you must be tired from playing LEGO.’ You put Mina back on the couch and lay your head on her thigh. The silence in the house does not make you feel awkward, instead you are feeling safe than anytime when Mina is next to you. The sleepiness slowly take over your body from the cold, you slowly close your eyes and fall asleep.

You don’t know how long you have been slept, you wake up on her legs again. Mina seems does not notice your awake yet as the book of poems she reads is covering at your face. The smell of the cool cedar aroma surrounding you, all you can hear is the grinding sound of Mina turning the pages of the book from time to time, you just feel every minute is still and peaceful, you close your eyes again.

Mina finally stops after finishing the 11th chapter, she moves her neck to relax a little bit, lower her head to take a peek of you. When she realized you have woke up, she closes the book softly, and look at your features gently.

‘So handsome…’ She told herself, no matter how many times she watches you, her Y/N is still handsome.

‘Mina?’ Not hearing the sounds of turning pages, you open your eyes, then you meet her gentle sight with her smile.

‘I am here.’

‘Why did you stop?’ You return her with a smile.

‘I miss you.’

You are shocked by her direct confession. ‘I didn’t know Minari is good at flirting.’ Seeing she does not refute, you take her hand with a smile and kiss the back of her hand. ‘Which chapters are you watching?’

‘The 11th, Sara Teassdale, “Snow Song”’

‘Can you read it for me?’

‘Sure.’ Mina nods as she smiles, her slim and long fingers open the book again.

“Fairy snow, fairy snow,

Blowing, blowing everywhere.”

“Would that I

Too, could fly

Lightly, lightly through the air.”

Mina studying a poem is always unexpectedly charming, her childhood in America allows her to have good understanding of the American pronunciation, meanwhile her Japanese accent makes it looks cute.

“Like a wee, crystal star

I should drift, I should blow.”

“Near, more near,

To my dear

Where he comes through the snow.”

The snow outside the window is still blooming, and even the occasional whiz of the wind properly matches the situation expressed in the poem. You look at the movement of Mina’s pink lips, her beautiful voice gently entering your ears. You feel so blessed for what you are having right now.

The happiness makes your heart begin to pop, so finally when Mina finished, you get up and hook her neck. ‘Mina.’

‘Umm?’ She puts down the book.

‘We still have a few hours before the parade starts…’ You kiss Mina’s sideburns with a naughty smile. ‘How about we doing something else first?’

Mina only knows what you mean when she feels your hand sneak under her pajamas, the cool touch of your fingertip is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, after stirring up the water named desire, the ripples of soft and indestructible layers appear. Your tender kiss moving from her bridge of the nose down to her lips, Mina’s slender eyelashes uncontrollably quiver with her floating heart.

The air gradually become enchanting, Mina feels herself in a trance that she is farther and farther from the shore, but she is not afraid of it, just…

‘Not here.’ Mina whispers. She only has a moment of clarity after the long kiss is ended, she pushes you away lightly, turn around her head to catch her breath, her ears are notably red.

‘Where should we go then?’ You smirk.

Mina stands up silently, does not uncover your rhetorical spice. She holds your hand, fundus with a faint smile, struggled for a moment but still decide to follow your words. ‘Bedroom, our bed.’

Hearing her answer, you do not hesitate anymore, and directly hug her into your room...

You underestimate the magic of love, when you and Mina arrive the area of parade, it is approaching the end of the event already. You cannot see a single float on the street, although the crowd has not disbanded yet.

‘Sorry…’ You press the cap on your head, and shake Mina’s hand with regret.

‘Umm? Why sorry?’ Mina turns her head at you, asks curiously.

‘We miss this year’s parade because of me… We may not having holiday at next year.’

‘But because of you, every single day of this year I feel so happy.’ Mina interrupts your apology, but you know she is not lying, her smile cannot be covered by her mask. She pull down her mask a little bit to kiss your cheek, and then put her arm around you. ‘Are you hungry? Should we buy some food before returning home?’

‘Sure.’ You happily hook back her arm and walk towards the night market.

Both of you walking past the night market, the bags on your hands are becoming more and more, but you still cannot find the Taiyaki you are looking for. When you thought that you are going to be disappointed tonight, ‘There!’ Mina points to a red sign board at the end of the street, it’s a big Taiyaki sign that signaling they are selling the snack that you have searched for all night.

You take Mina’s hand, walking faster to the shop, but you were soon blocked by two girls standing in your way.

‘Hi! Sorry! Are you Y/N Oppa!?’ One of the girl ask.

‘You must be Y/n Oppa right? We are your fans! We love you very very much! Can we get your autograph?’ Another girl says.

‘Ummm… yeah, thank you for your support.’ You hesitantly look at Mina, you have no idea when she has let go of your hands and waiting aside of you, don’t wanna spotted out by your fans. Her thin feature looks weaker under the street light, you don’t know why you would feel sad suddenly.

You take the pen that your fan give you, wanting to finish the little autographing session as soon as possible, so you can bring Mina leaving here. However, right after you finished signing for that two fans, more fans arrived and soon you are surrounded. ‘Y/N Oppa! I love you so much!’

‘Thank you, thanks a lot for your support. I really gonna go now, happy new year and please keep supporting ADDiction next year.’ Until your hands start to feel tired, you finally decided to reject the newcomers, you give a bow and turn around to leave quickly.

‘Mina!’ You look around nervously, but you can’t find the figure of your love. You bite your lips regretfully, totally forgot your could contract her with your phone. You keep running on the road, shouting Mina’s name occasionally.

‘Perhaps Mina has returned to home already?’ You told yourself, not hesitating anymore and run to the direction of your home. Even the light of the Taiyaki sign is still shining brightly, all you want now is to catch Mina on her way.

You get closer and closer to the Taiyaki shop, you find a familiar figure coming out from the store. ‘Mina!’

Mina could hear your calling right after she leaves the store, she looks at the direction of the sound, all she see is you are flying to her. Mina feels this scene is kind of familiar, she moves her lips, just trying to ask you did anything just happened, the next second she already feels herself hugged in your arms tightly.

No one knows how long did you two hugging, the warm sensation of the embrace magnified her senses, she dazed for a second, finally understand why the scene right now is so familiar to her.

It' s the scene of the 11th poem. Should she do the same thing as the poem for next?

'Can I kiss you?’ Mina did not even wait for your answer, she grabs your face and kisses you with a smile. Mina’s kiss just like winter snow falling on shoulder, soft, cool and delicate. At the moment when the whole world is filled with snow, you suddenly recalled the 11th poem from this morning.

At the last day of 2019, you once again determined that, Mina will be the only snow for the rest of your life.

I should fly to my love

Like a flake in the storm,

I should die,

On her lips that are warm.

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artificial-transmutations · 8 months

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Transformation Letter: Carlos

Hola I'm Carlos. Sorry ma English is shit. Havin a good and honest job as gardener. I like it. But in my stuff I found a weird company, transmu something. Sayin they can change ma body and mind into anyone, any types of dudes at will for an unspecified amont of time. WTF amigo ? What is this contract ?.... These days I feel strange... Am I changing again ?

The past month has been a wild ride for you. You did notice that something was off, but being a simple gardener, you had a hard time understanding what it was exactly that was different from your former life. Only when you found the aforementioned contract you got the idea that, maybe, you have not always been a Mexican gardener.

It doesn't matter much! You enjoy your good and honest job as a gardener so much, you don't have the desire to become someone else. Sure, you are not exactly clever so even the easiest intellectual challenges of life prove pretty difficult. And sure, you are always so horny you often need to take breaks at work to jerk off into a nearby foliage. But that's just what a real man is like, right?

Still, you do have an increasingly strange feeling lately like a calm before the stone. Something is going to change again.

It begins one summer evening when you are walking home from the job. You are very horny this evening, which isn't that unusual. Your cock is half-hard the whole time and rubs pleasantly against your dirty work shorts. From time to time, you adjust yourself while walking, enjoying the pleasurable shivers that run down your massive length when you touch your ample cock.

Just as you have finished touching yourself and raise your hand to your nose to sniff it, an attractive guy you had barely noticed suddenly calls out to you:

"Hey. Are you doing anything this evening?"

Even for you, his intention is pretty obvious. The guy is clearly checking you out, his eyes wandering up and down your sweaty body before lingering on your crotch for a few seconds.

"Uh, no." You answer with a bit of confusion. It's rare for anyone to address you directly like that, since you're still an imposing and slightly intimidating figure to most people. "Why you ask", you add in your broken English.

"Good. I'm in need for some company." the man replies and looks at you expectantly. When you hesitate (because you're not quite sure you understood the guy correctly), he adds a rather more direct: "Do you want to fuck?"

You smile brightly. While you are constantly horny, you actually don't get real action too often, perhaps of your strong body smell or your intimidating presence. So, you answer "Of course!"

Without a word, the guy begins to lead you into an alley, and you follow him happily. When you turn around the corner, the stranger turns towards you, puts a hand on your shoulder and kisses you passionately.

He is clearly not bothered by your musky stench, since he presses his body against yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth.

After a few minutes of heated making out, the man finally pulls down his pants and exposes his erect cock. "Come on, suck it!" He commands, and you are happy to comply.

Your large hand grabs his shaft, and he shudders under your grip, while you lower your head and take him deep into your throat. After years of using your mouth to eat burritos, ramming a cock down your throat is hardly a problem.

As you move your tongue around the man's dick, the stranger seems to be overwhelmed and moans audibly.

"God, your mouth is so hot!" he comments, and, in response, you increase the tempo, letting him slide out until only the glans is in your mouth and then swallow him down again. Before he gets too excited however, he pushes your head away and turns around, now presenting his ass to you.

"Come on, fuck me!"

Your cock is rock-hard and eager, so, you just spit in your hand and slather your length with the makeshift lubricant. Then, you place a hand on his hips and push into the guy, who is already waiting for your thick cock.

"Fuck, man! You're huge! Fuck, yeah, harder, please!" He moans loudly.

You are happy to give him what he wants and start slamming your length into him. You can feel him shuddering under every thrust. He is moaning and grunting in equal measure, occasionally calling out: "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

You are in no position to deny him that wish, so you ram your massive tool into his hole again and again.

The man is clearly not used to the rough treatment, but he seems to like it, nonetheless.

Suddenly, his cock twitches and he spurts his cum all over the pavement. That sight brings you over the edge as well, and you slam your length into him once more, burying it to the hilt as you pump a large load of jizz deep into the man's bowels.

You take a step back and pull out, letting the man catch his breath.

"Wow, that was intense." he says once he managed to do so. He pulls up his pants and looks around as if to check if someone saw him. Then, he reaches for his wallet and pulls out some dollar bills which he puts into your hand. "Thank you.", he adds and walks away without further comment, lighting a cigarette on the way.

You stare at the money in your hand confusedly. Did he just pay you? What for? Wasn't that a free exchange between men?

Whatever. You shrug and put the money into your pocket, ready to head home.

However, when you step out of the alley, you are confused again immediately. Where are you? You don't seem to recognize the part of the city you're in. In fact, you're not even quite sure it is the same city anymore. The architecture looks unfamiliar.

As you walk around and try to orientate yourself, you start to notice more and more changes around you, as your mind slowly begins to get sharper and sharper. It's not just that this is obviously another city, you begin to think that this is another country altogether. The license plates on the cars around you are looking unfamiliar, as is the language on the street signs. The streets are pretty clean, which means you're in a better part of a city.

You shiver a bit, which causes you to look down surprised. Usually, you never feel cold. Your muscular body produces so much heat that you're able to work shirtless through winter.

To your surprise, your skin is a pale white now. And not only that. Where before a dense pelt of hair had covered your gardener body, you can see the last bit of body hair disappearing as you watch, leaving you smooth and well-groomed. You touch your face in disbelief and notice that there, too, your unkempt beard disappears into increasingly smooth skin, with only the slightest bit of stubble confirming that you are still male.

Following the sudden fear, you could be changing genders, your hand shoots into your underwear, but to your relief, you quickly confirm that your male anatomy is still where it's supposed to be. It seems somewhat smaller though, not the chubby club that you are used to carry around in your pants, but still a far way from being "small".

The same can be said for your muscles. Gone are the mountains of meat that you used to pack on your frame, replaced by a toned and fit body, sculpted through the occasional gym session or swimming in the pool.

You shake your head. Knowledge seems to invade your mind. Even though you are not in the United States anymore and you feel it's not your native tongue, your English gets better and better. Of course, it's not the English you would be using on the street every day, it's a learned language for you now, something you learned in school and university, in the Business English course. Yes, you have gone to university, in fact, you are enrolled there right now.

The street signs around you start making more sense now, as another language, your primary language manifests in your expanding mind. Of course, you can read everything, it's in German after all. You are studying Business Administration at Frankfurt University. It all falls into place now.

As your clothes re-form and become a set of black leather clothes, complete with an open jacket exposing your bare chest in the middle, the last bit of fog in your mind dissolves. Your name is Karl, and you are indeed a university student here in Frankfurt. However, studying and living in Germany isn't cheap, so you have started to earn some money in the evenings by selling your body. Being blessed by good genetics, you are naturally beautiful, and there are lots of lonely men paying handsomely for the chance to ride your cock or to use your juicy behind that you present in your tight leather pants. With your dyed blonde hair and your charming smile, you manage to earn more than enough to make a fine living - even after taxes, since you of course declared your business properly with the authorities.

You look around the night streets of Frankfurt. Time for Karl to find another client!

#TransformationLetter #racial transformation

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e-dubbc11 · 29 days

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Chocolate Kisses

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: I bet you can’t guess🤣…fluffy bunnies and unicorns, overworked Billy, maybe a swear word? I’m not sure. Alluding to smexy time 😉

Word Count: 1.5K-ish

Summary: Billy’s grouchy, he’s overworked and needs a little break. You’re hoping a little something sweet will lighten his mood.

A/N: I’m sure if you’ve been following me for awhile, you know one of my Billy headcanons is that he has a massive sweet tooth. This little idea popped into my head, figured I’d run with it. I hope you like it 🩵

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Inside his home office, with his head buried deep in paperwork, Billy groaned and grumbled periodically as he carefully thumbed through the papers on his desk. Glancing from the printed pages to the computer screens, he narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow. He was hard at work as always.

The office lights were dim and the warm glow from the desk lamp was easier on his eyes compared to the monitors he constantly stared at for hours on end. The work was just never finished sometimes, it followed him home, and Billy could never leave his work incomplete or what HE felt was incomplete.

That was the perfectionist in him.

The work kept coming in and he was always very busy but he loved it. He loved working, running his own company, and he was proud of the work he was doing. Billy wanted to have a purpose in life after being in the marines and with all of his hard work, life presented him with a great opportunity for himself and for others.

But sometimes you wanted him to slow down and enjoy the little things. You knew Billy had been working hard all day and mentioned he had more to do even after he came home for the evening so as a surprise, you strategically placed a piece of his favorite candy in the top center drawer of his desk. He never could resist those dark chocolate squares with the creamy caramel and a hint of sea salt inside. They were one of his favorites and you couldn’t wait for him to find it.

You could tell how busy he was just by how he answered the phone this afternoon. The tone of his voice was sharp, he gave you short one word responses, which led to a very quick apology when he realized he was taking his frustration out on you.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, sweet girl. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” Billy had said, gently. “Seems like everyone wants an answer from me at the same time, I’m just swamped.”

One corner of your mouth turned up into a half smile and you forgave him immediately. When you’re constantly bombarded with questions that demand answers, it wears on you, and you could only take so much.

You appreciated that Billy recognized he was taking his anger out on you because he didn’t always stop to think about how he was acting. Through trial and error, sometimes he had to learn the hard way about what it means to be in an actual relationship.

“I love you Billy Russo but don’t you dare take your bad day out on me.” You had to tell him on more than one occasion.

Up until he met you, Billy had lived his life the only way he knew how. He had always been in a constant state of survival mode, not knowing what it was like to be cared for and loved by anyone but you were patient with him and he learned quickly but still, he wasn’t perfect. And you didn’t expect him to be but he did need reminders to sneak in some play along with the work.

He continued to growl over the papers on his desk while you crept into his office to put some of your books away when you heard him open the center drawer to his desk. Biting back a smile, you could hear the noise the shiny blue foil paper made while in between his long agile fingers and the slight chuckle that escaped his lips.

You heard the sound of a pen fall onto a stack of papers as he reached for the other side of chocolate wrapper and out of the corner of your eye, you could see the childlike smile stretch across Billy’s lips as he removed the chocolate from its package.

He had finally taken a minute to breathe.

Just from one little square of chocolate, you watched the stress of Billy’s day float away as soon as he took that first bite. Growing up, he was lucky if he even got cheap penny candy at the group home let alone decadent dark chocolate. He savored every bite, tasted every note of that bittersweet chocolate and smooth buttery caramel.

Billy knew what it was like to have nothing. It was why he took such good care of everything he had now…his penthouse, his company, and…you. He knew it could all be taken away just as quickly as he acquired it and his delicious chocolate was no different.

“Was that from you, sweet girl?” Billy asked rhetorically with a wide Cheshire cat smile.

You loved to see the laugh lines around his beautiful onyx colored eyes every time he smiled at you. Nothing made you happier than to see Billy Russo smile.

Gripping your book tightly across your chest and still biting down on your lower lip, you nodded.

“Mmm hmm.” You finally replied. “You seemed like you were having a tough day. I thought it would be a nice surprise.”

Billy pushed back away from his desk, tasted the chocolate that remained on his thumb, and slowly walked over to you. His hands cupped your cheeks as he tilted your face up so he could look into your eyes before his lips collided with yours.

The taste of rich cocoa was still fresh on his tongue and the essence of sweet burnt sugar on his lips left you wanting to do nothing BUT taste him over and over again.

“It was a very nice surprise, my love. But chocolate or no chocolate, my day is always better when I come home to you.” Billy purred into your ear.

Warmth rushed to your cheeks as butterflies danced around in your stomach. His words made your heart flutter as he quickly pulled you into his chest, stroked your hair with his long nimble fingers, and told you over and over again how much he loved you.

“You always know when I need a break don’t you, y/n.” He said with a warm smile.

After putting your last book away, you snaked your arms around Billy’s neck and pulled his face close so his forehead was touching yours.

“Well Billy…you can be a little bit of a grouch when you’ve done nothing but work for 14 plus hours.” You replied, looking up at him through your long dark lashes.

“You think I work too much, baby?” Billy asked in a serious tone.

You started to nervously play with the buttons on his shirt, the fabric felt cool on the tips of your fingers and when you placed your hand against his chest, you could feel the rapid beating of his heart and all you had wanted to do was to put his fears to rest.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, Billy. I just want you to take more breaks, that’s all.” You said in barely more than a whisper and with your eyes locked on his. “Besides…I know you can’t say no to sweets.”

Billy let out a slight chuckle. It made him love you even more because you could make him laugh and the sound of his laughter was music to your ears.

“You know me too well, beautiful. I promise to take more breaks. Now, ya don’t happen to have any more of that chocolate, do ya?” He asked as he licked his bottom lip.

Something about the way he asked for more, the velvet tone to his voice was so smooth and sexy, and his New York accent turned you on no matter what he was talking about.

You traced one finger along his jawline then turned and started to walk away from him toward the office door before your replied, “Tell ya what, lieutenant…if you can catch me, you can have another piece.”

“Are we still talking about chocolate, sweet girl?” Billy asked with a devilish smile.

Looking back over your shoulder, you replied, “Catch me and find out, Mr. Russo.”

And you took off running out of the office with Billy following close behind. He was too fast so he caught you easily, tossed you over his shoulder and headed for the bedroom.

“BILLY! Put me down! You can have all the chocolate you want!” You said in between laughs.

Billy gently smacked you on the ass before he replied, “Oh I will my love, but first I’m in the mood for something else that tastes even sweeter than chocolate.”

He loved all things sweet…especially you.

There was something so innocent and pure about the way he reacted to something as small as a piece of chocolate or the toy army man you gave him for his desk to the grander gestures of telling him “I love you” and finding him a first edition of The Picture of Dorian Gray. He loved them all the same.

He treasured them, and kept them as close as he possibly could because they all came from someone who wanted him, who loved him more than anything, and who would never ever leave him.

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Omg, I just wanted to say I ADORE your characterization of Al and Vox! I don't even have the words to express how much I love reading your stuff, especially the Anon responses you post on here. The behind the scenes thoughts are literally my food, lifesource, its so good when people not only write characters IN CHARACTER, but also include stuff about their analysis/understanding of the character too.. I'm literally obsessed with breaking down characters and yk, cracking their chrome domes open to see how they work (which admittedly, I am not the best at <_< but I love reading them). Just wanted to say how much I love your writing. I had maybe 2 questions, please don't feel pressured to answer them :>

What in your mind (in reference to the 66.6 fics) would motivate Alastor to let Val get close to him in the first place? Or was that more you picking these two characters up by the scruff of their necks and plopping them into a hypothetical scenario to explore their character and write some fun intimate thingsTM?

What do you think of the dynamic of Vox and Al vs something like Lucifer and Al? Personally I've noticed that something Alastor craves, behind the mask of his static smiling persona, is attention. He's (at least how I saw it) usually peeved when people don't care about his absence, and seems especially bothered by the King of Hell refusing to really acknowledge him, so he goes out of his way to push Lucifers buttons (like calling himself a father figure to Charlie, IN FRONT OF HER ACTUAL FATHER LOL) whereas with Vox, Vox is literally CONSTANTLY thinking about Alastor. Man literally interrupted his regular TV program to do a segment about how much he totally didn't at ALL care about Alastors dissapearance or the fact that he returned (suree buddy). So Alastor can have more fun with him and annoy him by ignoring and messing with him on purpose.

ty if you do respond to this, sorry if it was hard to understand, sometimes I forget how to put the thoughts in my brain into coherent words!

Ahhhh, thank you very much, anon! I'm especially happy that you're enjoying my commentary on Tumblr, haha - I spent a while on Twitter because that's where all the fandom zines I was in were being hosted, but nothing beats Tumblr for giving me a nigh-unlimited word count and a captive audience for my rambling! >:D <3 I'm back to cocooning myself on the OG hell site.

Thank you for this ask, it really brightened my day! :D

As for your questions:

1. I'm assuming that was a typo and that you mean Vox (but in case you did mean Val: that was just a funny accident of him walking by the room! Alastor wasn't paying enough attention until it was too late), and to that I say:

I think Alastor allows Vox to take a go at him in canon because he finds Vox's obsession with him to be entertaining, but also because Alastor is kind of a narcissist and that same obsession massively feeds his ego, especially in a political climate that otherwise forgot about Alastor. Vox's whole "Who gives a shit about Alastor coming back?! Haha, now let me have a public meltdown and short out power to the whole city about it! Oh, fuck, why is he back, though?? Can we send a spy in to find out??" is exactly the reaction that Alastor wants every time he mentions his mysterious absence and gets brushed off.

At the same time, Alastor doesn't seem to register Vox as a sincere and genuine threat. He's a big enough fish in the Pride Ring pond that his obsession with Alastor is gratifying, but Alastor's self-absorption also doesn't really allow him to treat Vox as a threat tier above "annoying in a funny way, and also television is stupid." (Perhaps this will change in season 2... :eyes: (or perhaps Alastor will get Even Worse) (please god let him get even worse))

So those two things in combination make Vox the perfect candidate for Alastor to experiment with while maintaining his ego and not feeling particularly threatened. Despite Vox's Safeword 101 talk, Alastor would never put stock into that system with Vox unless he was certain that he himself would be able to back up a 'no' with overwhelming force. Him even considering safewords in the Live On Air! series is less for his own sake and more a politesse he offers on Vox's request to warn Vox to slow the fuck down before Alastor tries to put his insides on the outside.

2. And in direct contrast, we have Lucifer...

... Who Alastor obviously actually cares quite a bit about, because he's a whole nother power tier from both Vox and Alastor, and furthermore and possibly even more importantly, a credible threat to Alastor's relationships and standing in the hotel. I think a lot of discussion I see about Alastor prodding Lucifer seems to talk about how quickly he got annoyed about Lucifer's comments, but that misses the fact that he was pissed off before Lucifer even showed up. He got pissy the moment he saw the welcome sign, actually! And I wager that he was narratively absent for the scene where Charlie actually calls Lucifer because he would have done his best to manipulate her out of doing so had be been there.

And given that the two clearly haven't met before (though obviously Alastor knows of Lucifer - and hates that the inverse isn't true, hah), it's not 100% clear exactly why he's immediately so annoyed, but in my personal view of things and barring something like "he's projecting onto Lucifer because his contract is with Lilith," I think that what we know of Alastor's personality points most strongly to "he liked being the hotel's benefactor and sees it as His Project, and doesn't like the idea that Charlie called daddy for something that she thought mysterious, powerful Alastor couldn't handle." He distracts a lot with obviously-goading comments about practically being Charlie's dad in his duet with Lucifer, but underneath that he puts a lot of emphasis on the work he's done for the hotel and the fact that he's been supporting Charlie and the hotel from the start, so why the fuck is this deadbeat asshole suddenly turning up?!

Tl;dr: Charlie missed her insight roll on Alastor's personal investments and he's sooooo offended - and taking it out on Lucifer!

I think one of my favorite things about both Lucifer and Alastor is that they both sooo obviously belong in the Pride Ring, hahaha.

#ask #hazbin hotel #alastor #vox #radiostatic #my writing #anonymous #long post #part of the reason I love Alastor so much is that pride is also definitely my sin of choice #I relate to you #you horrible little narcissistic maniac you #meta #personal

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Ruby, up and coming hero blessed with the Silver Eyes, has heard terrible news! A horrible fiend has invaded the lands! A demon, hailing from a long and cursed line, master of sorcery and steel, a silver tongued trickster, a slave master, a depraved incubus, foul crafts hiding under welcoming illusions, a keen mind of gears and schemes and plots within plots, stronger than iron and quicker than quicksilver, all this and more, has taken control of an abandoned fortress! Determined to boldly rid the lands of this foul taint, (and to prove to Yang she’s a big girl!) she sets off to confront the monster alone! (Bad girl! That’s the first rule of adventuring: don’t go it solo!)

Except, no???????? Jaune has never seen or heard of any ‘demon’ around here. He just moved in, trying to strike out on his own, but nothing seems to be cursed from what he can see. He seems nice enough too. He’s fixing up the old ruin, disabling traps, healing folks when they wander into his place, and all that. Strong, smart, endlessly kind. Talks about his family a lot, they look so happy in the photo. That crest looks familiar, but it’s probably nothing. Surely he’s not the monster, but she can sure use his help to slay the monster when she finds him!

You see, the Arcs are only labeled villains because they refused to kowtow to the government way back when. Their views on life, other races, virtues, and such also puts them at odds with the narrative. The Arcs also have higher standards before they allow their kids to go on adventures, so even the weakest is very strong even to other adventurers. Slightly inspired by the Mind Reaver comic strips by Edd Lai.

So, I decided to have a look into Mind Reaver by Edd Lai, and I have to say I love the idea. A Mind Flayer that's actually a good guy and helps people who wander into his house. It's cute, especially when his niece and... servant, I think? Anyway, it's all so cute, and I highly recommend y'all check it out. Anyway, on to the story.

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WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE

JAUNE "SALEM'S PALADIN" ARC

REWARD ON APREHENSION

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Ruby looked down at the wanted poster in her hand, carefully examining the features in the mugshot. She'd heard many stories about the Arc family, though much of it was told in the darkest of night as a warning to not stray too far from home, or to not stay up too late, or to file your taxes on time. His jawline was coated in thick hair, and his blue eyes gazed death into the soul of those who view them. There were many other tales, too, like how he'd sway any woman into being his slave, take cannon fire with his bare body, and would even subject whole armies with his sorceries.

Ruby looked up from the poster to see the baby-faced man sitting across from her at the table. She'd found him, demanding to engage in honorable combat between warriors! His response was, "Can we get coffee first?" Ruby agreed and watched as he sipped from his mug after waiting for to cool.

"Ooh!" He winced. "Still kinda hot."

"Uh..."

"Oh, sorry!" He then handed her a napkin. "I think I forgot to split our share."

"No, you already did." Ruby shook her head. "Besides, there's more important stuff going on here!"

"More important how?"

"I mean like this!" She slapped the wanted poster onto the table, earning a groan from him.

"Not another one." He shook his head. "Can we finish our coffee first?"

"I... I guess?" Ruby shrugged. "But why aren't you all... Y'know, big and scary and trying to mind-break me?"

"...Because I can't?" He asked more than he said. He then took the poster in his massive, clawed hands. Each finger was about the size of a breakfast sausage. "I really wish they would get a new picture. They make me look like a monster in this."

"Aren't you?" Ruby asked.

"Half." He answered. "Well, kinda sorta. You see, my great-great-great-"

Ruby whirled her fingers in a wheel as he rounded off each great in his ancestor's name. She'd heard a lot of tales about monsters and humans and faunus getting together, except for the Grimm, who were mindless beasts of destruction. What usually came from these unions was either monster or human or faunus, but on rare occasions, half-monsters would be born. These creatures were then cast out of the village upon their discovery, usually ending with their own demise. It was sad and cruel, but terribly not uncommon.

"-great-grandma Salem, the mother of all Grimm."

"Wait, I thought Grimm couldn't reproduce."

"They can't, but she can. Or could, since she hasn't had any kids since The Great Tear." Open in dimensions from a huge magical clash, brought monsters into Remnant, new age of war, magic, and adventure for everyone. Ruby knew it well enough from the stories. "Ooh! Still hot." He chuckled, after wincing from another sip of hot coffee.

"Okay, so then why is everyone after you? Half-monsters don't usually have posters, unless they commit a crime."

"Well, I didn't."

"You didn't?"

"He did." Ruby whirled in her seat to find a young woman standing in the doorway to the coffee shop. She stepped in with guards trailing behind her, all heavily armored, while she herself wore an elegant officer's jacket. "Jaune Arc, I am placing you under arrest in the name of the Schnee Dust Queendom."

"What did I do?" Jaune asked.

"Yeah, what did he do?" Ruby asked.

Snapping her fingers, a heavy, white book was brought to her hands. Opening it, the pages fluttered until they landed on a pair of pages with Jaune's name and mugshot on them. Clearing her throat, she began.

"Corrupting the minds of the youth."

"Hey, Mr. Whitley asked me to tutor him!"

"Silence!" She barked, her face growing a bit red. "Seducing a high ranking officer of the Schnee Dust Queendom."

"Your mother was a nice woman! She kissed me first!"

"I said shut up!" Her face grew even more red. "And public indecency while resisting Queendom duties."

"You fired a cannon at me!"

"And stripped yourself bare in an attempt to intimidate us."

"MY CLOTHES WERE BURNED OFF!"

"AND I SAID SHUT UP!" Face completely red, she tossed the book behind her in a fury. "You will surrender yourself at once, Salem's Paladin!"

"Oh, come- I don't even know Salem!" He defended. "I've never even met my great-great-great-great-"

"Great." Ruby groaned. "You got him started again."

"And who are you?"

"Ruby Rose, bounty hunter." She smiled. "Who are you?"

"Queen-Heiress-Apparent Weiss Schnee," she huffed, "and I'm taking this criminal in."

"Nuh-uh."

"What do you mean, 'nuh-uh'?"

"I mean nuh-uh."

"-great-great-great-grandma Salem!"

"Did you add two greats on there?" Ruby asked.

"Enough!" Weiss snarled. "You are both being brought into custody!"

"Aw, really? But couldn't we have... coffee?" Ruby winked at Jaune.

"No, we can't." Weiss answered.

"Jaune!" Ruby whined. "You were supposed to throw coffee on her!"

"Excuse me?!" Weiss screeched.

"Yeah, excuse you?!" Jaune reeled back. "Why would I do that?!"

"Because it'd be totally cool, like in an action comic!" Ruby reasoned.

"But it would hurt her!"

"THAT'S THE POINT!"

"ENOUGH!"

The cafe rumbled as white circles covered the walls and floors. An angry Schnee huffed in and out of her nose as she pulled out her rapier. Behind her, soldiers readied their guns on the two. Ruby glanced to Jaune, who gulped at the sight. Looks like she was going to do this alone.

"Are you sure you don't want coffee? It's really good~!" Ruby sang.

"Oh, please," Weiss rolled her eyes, "do you really think you can throw coffee on me now that I'm aware that's your- ARGH! BIG NICHOLAS FUCK!" She held her face as very, very, very, very, very warm coffee splashed onto her face.

Ruby took the cue and grabbed Jaune. Together, the two weaved through gunfire as yellow and red petals fluttered to the floor. The two had successfully made their escape, and it seemed the soldiers inside were easily distracted, too, as they began barking orders at one another. One of them actually barked like a dog, too, which was weird.

"AFTER THEM!" The barking died as the Schnee roared over them all.

Weiss used a blanket of napkins to wrap around ice dust and held it to her face. One guard remained behind, holding her book. Through her anger, she gave him an order that would turn the world upside down for Ruby and Jaune.

"I want wanted posters in every kingdom," she seethed, "and I want that Demon Couple locked up YESTERDAY!"

#rwby #my answer #my answers #jaune arc #ruby rose #jaune is salem's descendent #demon couple au #rwby au #weiss schnee

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wheels-of-despair · 7 months

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Eddie Munson Is My Babydaddy Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie and Evil Woman are responsible for a Flour Sack Baby for a week. Shenanigans ensue. Contains: Attachment issues, googly eyes, goofiness, family fun time, actual parental figures being So Done with these morons. Words: 3k

"Jesus!"

The stack of papers Mrs. Baker had just dropped on your desk was so massive, a staple wouldn't have had a chance. They were contained inside a yellow folder. You opened it to reveal the ridiculous amount of worksheets that would soon need filling out, and looked to your left to find Eddie as wide-eyed as you were.

"I wonder how many trees died for this project's sins?" Eddie mused.

"Can it, Munson," the teacher said playfully. She was one of the good ones. You and Eddie had lucked out and ended up in the same health class together this semester, and today was Flour Sack Baby Day. Just before prom. Well played, Mrs. Baker.

After the last of the novel-length piles of paper were handed out, Mrs. Baker returned to the front of the room. "The packets are pretty self-explanatory. Do we need to go over the rules again?"

She was answered with a collective murmur of "no."

"Alright, come get your baby when I call you, then you can use the rest of today's class to start on the packets and figure out who's taking what shift. Birth certificates need to be filled out and signed before you leave here today!"

Three minutes later, the Munsons are proud parents of a flour sack baby. It's just a five-pound store-brand bag of flour with a "9/M" written on it in permanent marker. Your project has a number and a gender. Now it needs a name.

You open the packet and find the birth certificate. You fill out the parental information while Eddie stares down the bag of this week's responsibility. You can't wait to see how he handles it.

"Alright, pops, we need a name."

"Frodo Baggins," he says without hesitation.

"Frodo Baggins Munson? No way you were ever allowed to reproduce, I demand a paternity test."

"Fro-DOUGH BAG-gins. 'Cause flour makes dough. And it's in a bag."

You chuckle and fill in the rest of the flour baby's birth certificate without even bothering to argue. You both sign on your dotted lines, then you walk it to the front of the room to have Mrs. Baker approve it. She looks at the name, and then up at you quizzically.

"Sorry. His father's a terminal nerd. I pray it's not genetic." She laughs and signs the paper, and you return to your seat. Eddie has the flour sack in his lap.

"Alright, Baby Frodough, your birth has been officially recognized by The Man." You pat the top of the sack in Eddie's lap. "Now what?"

"I guess we divvy him up between classes?"

You decide to keep him for the morning classes, and Eddie would take him after lunch. You were usually together after school anyway, so that would be no problem.

"He needs something," Eddie says, staring at the flour sack he's now cradling like an actual baby. You're not sure if you want to laugh or kiss him. The bell rings.

"Like what?" you ask, shoving the packet into your backpack.

You can practically see the lightbulb go off over his head. "C'mon."

"Okay?" You grab your stuff, and Eddie's too, and try to keep up with the nerd darting out of the classroom with a sack of flour.

Three doors down, Eddie stands in the doorway to the art room. "Mr. Harris, do you have any googly eyes?"

"What?" you hear from inside when you finally catch up. You linger by Eddie's side in the doorway and see the art teacher eyeing Eddie suspiciously.

"Do you have any googly eyes?"

"Why?"

Eddie holds the sack of flour out and cries, "Our baby can't see how much we love him!"

You snort. Mr. Harris throws back his head and laughs. "Third drawer," he points to a cabinet, "knock yourselves out."

"Thanks!" Eddie grins, hugging Frodough close and heading toward the cabinet. You open it and dig through the drawer of leftover art supplies together, finally finding two eyes that were relatively the same size and a bottle of glue. Eddie places the flour baby on a table and bends over to glue his eyes on. "There we go. Hi, Frodough! I'm your dad!" He waves at the flour sack, then nudges you with his hip. "Introduce yourself!"

With a roll of your eyes, you give in, "Hi, Frodough. I'm your mom. I'm the normal one, obviously." Eddie's jaw drops in mock offense, and the warning bell rings.

"Shit, we gotta go." You pick up the flour baby and head for the door, both calling another "thanks!" to Mr. Harris on the way out.

"Bye, Frodough. I'll see you at lunch." Eddie lovingly touches the flour sack in your arms, mutters a "careful, that glue's not dry yet," then turns on his heel and walks in the other direction.

"…and goodbye to you too, dear! Have a lovely day! Bring home that bacon!" you call sarcastically to his back. He spins around to flash you a wicked grin before nearly running into a band geek and turning a corner. "Alright kid, guess it's just you and me," you mumble to the bag on the way to your next class.

At lunch, Eddie insists on holding the flour baby on his lap. He proudly introduces Frodough Baggins Munson to his Hellfire Uncles, who look at him as if he's grown tentacles. You hand off the flour sack and the folder at lunch, and much to your surprise… you kind of start to miss lugging that thing around during your afternoon classes.

After the final bell, you wait for Eddie as his locker. When you see them round the corner, you smile. "Hi, boys! I missed you!" Eddie grins back, seeing that you're ready to play with him, and leans down for a kiss. You hold Frodough as Eddie shoves books in his locker, and then head to the parking lot together.

"Should we have a car seat?"

"Shit. Should we?" You look at each other for a minute, then decide that you'll just wear a seatbelt and hold Frodough on your lap. You're surprised when Eddie actually drives the speed limit, but don't say anything. It's cute that he's taking this seriously.

When you get to your house, Eddie holds the flour baby at the kitchen table and works on the packet - the baby's whereabouts and activities need to be logged every hour - while you make snacks. The afternoon passes uneventfully as you work on other homework and pass the flour baby back and forth.

When you hear your mother's car door slam, you get a wicked idea. Leaning back in your chair at the kitchen table, you pull your shirt over the flour sack.

"Mom, we gotta talk," you grin when she walks in the door. She looks at the bulge under your shirt with wide eyes. Before she can ask for an explanation, you moan. "Oh god, it's coming. Eddie, it's coming!" He slides to his knees on the floor next to you without missing a beat.

"Push, babe! Push! You can do this!"

"AHHHH!" you groan as you push the flour sack from beneath your shirt into Eddie's waiting hands. He proudly holds it up to show your mom the googly eyes.

"It's a boy!" Eddie exclaims, face full of mock-surprise.

"Oh God, there's two of them," your mother rolls her eyes to the ceiling and tries to hide her smile. Eddie rests Frodough on your knee and remains on the floor by your side.

"How long is this gonna go on?" she asks.

"A week."

"Well, you'll probably save me a store run. One of my coworkers has a birthday on Friday, I think I might bake her a cake. Can I borrow some of your baby if I run out of flour?"

"Little ears!" you shriek, and go to put your hands on Frodough's ears. You hesitate. "Where are his ears?" you murmur to Eddie, who positions your hands where he imagines the flour baby's ears to be. "Little ears!" you say again, with your hands in the right place.

Your mother sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, still trying to pretend she doesn't find you hilarious.

"Can Eddie stay for the week? I'd hate for our baby to be from a broken home. Like me. See how weird and damaged I turned out?"

She places her bag in a chair, then leans against the counter and gives you both a calculating look. "Fine," she finally says. "He's here all the time anyway."

"Aww. You wanna hold him, granny?" you grin. Eddie plucks the flour baby from your knee, holding him out from his position on the floor so your mother can take him.

She glares. "Don't."

"Nana?"

"Stop."

"Maw-Maw?"

"Eddie, go home, you're both grounded."

You and Eddie both cackle, knowing he's not going anywhere. Finally, she takes pity on Eddie's shaking arms and picks up the five-pound bag he's been holding out to her through this entire exchange.

"This thing got a name?"

"His name is Frodough Baggins Munson. Like the Tolkien character. Emphasis on the DOUGH and the BAG," Eddie explains.

She looks into the googly eyes and says, "Sorry, kid. Your parents are total dorks."

Eddie is allowed to stay; on the condition that your bedroom door remains open, and that the flour sack sleeps between you. Neither of you has a problem with these terms.

Later that evening, you accompanied him home to get clothes and introduce Frodough to Wayne before he left for work.

"Wayne!" Eddie called when he stepped inside, needlessly, because Wayne was in the kitchen. "Meet your grandson!" He holds the flour sack toward his uncle. Wayne stares into the googly eyes for a minute, and like your mother, rolls his eyes.

"As soon as Wayne's eyes unstick, I need a picture of the Munson men!" you insist, holding up your camera. Eddie bounds over to Wayne, wrapping an arm around him and holding Frodough proudly between them while he grins for the camera.

"Wayne, you're not looking very happy about our little bundle of joy," you jest from behind the camera.

"Y'know," he drawls, "once upon a time, I thought you might be a good influence on the boy. Mellow him out a little. But I think it went the other way. Now there's two of ya."

"Have you been talking to my mom?" you ask, lifting your head above the camera's viewfinder. Wayne laughs, and you snap a quick picture.

The next day, you enlist your brother's help. For the reasonable cost of $5, he becomes your official family photographer for the week. Over the next several days, when you weren't in school, you embarked on a series of family outings. Very well-documented family outings. The three of you had the time of your lives.

You and Eddie took Frodough to the playground. There are photos of you three coming down the slide together, holding the flour sack on the monkey bars, and pushing him together in a baby swing. (Eddie somehow crammed most of his ass into the baby swing and took it for a test drive first, to make sure it was safe enough for little Frodough.) The three of you rode the coin-operated carousel in front of the grocery store. You went to the dollar store and faked a tropical vacation. You went to Lover's Lake and had a family picnic, checkered blanket and all. Frodough even got to share the Dungeon Master's chair with Eddie during a Hellfire Club meeting.

You'd never had this much fun with a school project before. Eddie didn't even complain about having to log every hour of activity. Taking care of that little sack of flour became like second-nature to you both.

And then, in what seemed like the blink of an eye, your week with Frodough was over. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little sad about it. You suspected Eddie was feeling it too.

That last day was a somber one. At the end of the day, you carried your sack of flour back into Mrs. Baker's classroom. Most of the other student-parents hadn't bothered to give their flour babies any personality at all. Yours was the only one with googly eyes. You stacked your completed packet on top of the pile, removed the battered Dio shirt that had been pinned around him like a onesie, and placed him with the other naked flour babies on a table by the window. You each patted the flour sack fondly one last time. You took Eddie's hand, wanting to walk away and get this over with.

"What's gonna happen to them?" Eddie asked Mrs. Baker, who was transferring quiz scores to her gradebook.

"The flour?" She looks up to see him nod. "The cheer squad is using it for the bake sale next week." You feel like melting into the floor. Eddie holds your hand tighter, and you share a dismal look.

"What if we want our baby back?" Eddie asks, returning his attention to Mrs. Baker. Your heart soars.

"Kids, it's a sack of flour."

"But it's our sack of flour," you respond stubbornly.

"The girls are picking it up after practice today. Sorry, guys." She closes her gradebook and ducks down to tuck it into her book bag.

He strikes like lightning.

Before you even realize what's happening, Eddie has snatched Frodough and fled from the room with a wild cackle.

"What in the world?" Mrs. Baker looks to you, as if you planned this. You reach into your pocket and pull out a dollar - well above Frodough's retail value - slap it on her desk with a grin, and chase the Eddie-shaped blur through the halls of Hawkins High.

You meet up with him at the van. You both lean against the side, laughing and trying to catch your breath.

"I think you just won the Father of the Year Award," you wheeze.

"What did she say?"

"What in the world?" you mimic. "And then I slapped a dollar on her desk and ran." You both erupt into another fit of laughter.

"Let's get the hell outta here," he says, coming to open your door. You slide in, he hands you Frodough, and you make a hasty getaway.

You soon find yourselves at Lover's Lake. You sit in silence for a few minutes, but eventually, you have to break it.

"What are we gonna do, Eds?"

"What do you mean?"

"We can't carry a sack of flour around for the rest of our lives."

He sighs and leans back into his seat, turning his head to look at you. "Then I guess we give our boy a respectable send-off."

He gets out of the van, comes to your side, and opens the door. He reaches out for Frodough, but you hesitate. "What are you gonna do to him?"

He smiles, reaching for you instead, and pulls you both down. You hug Frodough to your chest, and Eddie hugs you to his.

"You were a great flour mom."

"And you were the best flour dad," you mumble into his chest.

"C'mon," he says with a kiss to your forehead. With an arm around your shoulders, he leads you to the place you had your family picnic. He reaches for Frodough, and you reluctantly give him the flour baby.

Eddie turns Frodough so he's looking at you both with his not-quite-the-same-size googly eyes. "Frodough Baggins Munson, you were a wonderful son. You brought your mom and I so much closer together, and we had a fuckin' blast with you." You elbow him gently. "Sorry. We had a blast with you. We couldn't let you become cupcakes, especially cupcakes that would financially benefit the jockstraps of Hawkins High, so we've brought you here, to a place we know you love. It's time for you to go, but know that we will never forget you. On account of those three rolls of film we're gonna send off to get developed as soon as we're done here. But rest easy, Frodough. We'll see you in another life. Anything to add, Mom?"

"Bye, Frodough. You were a good flour baby. We're gonna miss lugging you around." That's all you have in you.

Eddie unrolls the top of the flour sack. "Ready?" You nod. He spins in a circle, dusting your picnic spot with flour. And more flour. And even more flour. When Eddie finally shakes the last of the flour out of the bag, it looks like he's standing in a snowdrift.

"Uh… so I guess five pounds is a lot of flour." You look at each other and crack up.

"Somebody's gonna come out here before this blows away and call the CDC or something," you laugh, kicking up a cloud with the toe of your shoe.

"Guess we should probably get outta here then," he grins, pulling you into his flour circle. You hold each other in silence for a moment.

"Thanks for this," you say quietly, looking up at him. "I didn't really expect to get that attached."

"Me either," he responds. "But I had fun this week."

"Me too. I don't think I've ever had this much fun with anybody. Especially when groceries are involved."

Eddie snorts.

"How are we gonna look Mrs. Baker in the eye on Monday morning?" you ask, face beginning to burn already at the thought of your upcoming embarrassment.

"Maybe she'll give us extra credit for being the only parents who refused to abandon our flour baby?"

You laughed.

But she did.

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader

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ohisms · 1 year

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↪ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳 𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝑬 . ( a series of sentence starters from the 2022 supermassive game “ the devil in me ” . adjust phrasing as necessary . spoilers & mature themes are present . )

i bet you can see a hundred miles from the top .

you mean you’re not weary of me after an entire day of marriage ?

are we the only ones here ?

that’s no way to run a business .

that’s my [ name ] , always finding that silver lining .

my attention was needed elsewhere .

i promise from here on out , it will be nothing but silver linings .

today is a very special day for us .

i’m starting to think i’ve gone & married a thrill seeker .

are we looking for excitement ?

see what happens when you chase a thrill ?

if you’ll excuse me , i have work to return to .

i’m sure we’ll see each other again soon .

this feels like some sort of treacherous plot .

close your eyes , & face the mirror .

aren’t you clever & romantic ?

don’t fight it ... it’ll only hurt more if you do .

you’re only prolonging the inevitable .

what have you done ?!

you’re wasting your last chance to tell him that you love him .

it’s so good to have company . for a long time , i was on my own .

i can barely recall a time when i was not here .

what good are stories without someone to experience them ?

art can elicit all sorts of reactions .

you’re responsible for what happens . you’re culpable .

i can’t interfere , that’s very much against the rules .

it’s tough being honest when it means everyone just thinks you’re a bitch .

i’m sick of being on my own .

it’s a fucking mess , to be honest with you .

i think we’ve heard quite enough .

i was born with the devil in me .

i could not help the fact that i was a murderer any more than a poet can help the inspiration to sing .

just being dead ain’t enough to stop me from killing again .

actually , it’s what i can do for you .

do you know where we’re going , exactly ?

it was 100% your fault . you fly by the seat of your ass .

was this part of the plan ? did you know about this ?

i figured we needed all the help we could get .

downtime ? why would you want to do that ?

i’ve got a lot going on at the moment , [ name ] .

you got any family you can go bother ?

‘ married to the job ’ ... how’s that marriage working out ?

we agreed to let that drop for the weekend .

sorry for giving you a hard time .

christ , what the hell is that ?

it’s gonna be okay , it’s all gonna be okay .

i’ll explain everything later .

are you sure ? ‘cos you don’t seem sure .

i’m charming , & you can hotwire your way past security .

hey , can i ask you something & get a straight answer ?

shh , get down !

this is ridiculous , there’s nothing out here .

i heard you were looking for a new place .

if i wanted to go on nature hikes , i wouldn’t have moved to the city .

you can do it . eyes forward , don’t look down .

you always knew how to get me through the shit , didn’t you ?

maybe this won’t be a waste of a weekend .

i told you this was a good plan , didn’t i ?

you’ve been out & about all day , & i have to sit here worrying . gone all day , & not a word from you !

i don’t think we’re the only ones here .

this is my don’t be scared song , sing it & i won’t be scared long !

scream if you need me for anything .

something about this place makes me wanna use the buddy system .

you talk in your sleep ... not sure if i ever told you that .

you’re cute when you’re worked up .

cute ? ... you think i’m cute ?

i try to pretend like it isn’t a thing , you know .

if my cheeks are red , it’s from this wine .

sorry . didn’t mean to make you feel weird .

i’m fucking with you , i’ve been wanting to kiss you for months .

sorry , did i interrupt something ?

i can’t find my room & i need a fucking cigarette .

i’m not stressed , okay ? do i look fucking stressed ?

this place is massive , surely there’s a pack of cigarettes here .

stick with me , [ name ] , i’m going places .

[ name ] , there’s something important you have to understand .

no , come on , you piece of shit ... don’t do this to me !

i’m supposed to buy “ nothing ” is eating up at you ?

i still think your priorities are fucked .

what about taking a huge risk & just DO something ?

are you trying to butter me up ?

we don’t need to rehash stuff , let’s just work .

you’re only asking me ‘cos your arms are too short for a good selfie angle .

maybe we should just add this topic to our “ discussion no - fly zone ” list .

shit , that scared the fuck out of me .

at some point , you have to give up the ghost .

you’ve been doing your research , haven’t you ?

are you taking a survey or trying to learn something ?

would it kill you to be direct ?

you want to know what inspired me ? as if i wasn’t the original ?

you look amazing , as usual .

i heard enough , thank you , i know what betrayal sounds like .

i’m not blind , i know what i saw .

this could work to our advantage .

am i the only one that’s getting really freaked out by this place ?

can you stop trying to make this worse ?

don’t come crying to me if you end up dead .

choices , [ name ] , make better choices .

this is your own damn fault .

it’s all about the honey trap .

you bring me some smokes ? like i asked ?

that’s what i remember most . those screams .

you’ll never really know how it feels to watch the fire burn out of somebody .

thanks for that stuff you said at dinner . it was nice to hear .

we’re all on the same side , sometimes we forget .

get me out of here ! i can’t see a thing !

count your breaths . one, two, three, in ...

how very rude , not to stay for dinner .

i can only observe , & it can be ... frustrating to watch .

in some ways , i envy you .

something is very not right here .

i’ve been waiting on you for ages to actually make a decision about something , anything , & now this is when you suddenly choose to take a stand ?

your delusions make for such great plans .

would it kill you to think positively just once ?

it’s not even the worst idea i’ve had this evening .

don’t go patting yourself on the back , i still think your priorities are fucked .

i can care about more than one thing at a time .

working this job has made me really understand what a sociopath is .

you always assume the worst .

help me ! please -- please , i’ll do anything !

maybe you’re right , but you don’t need to be an asshole about it .

i guess i was holding out for things to change with us .

i have never once shied away from telling you where my priorities were .

i have to live with it every day & now someone knows .

someone WANTED me to find this .

you have to get the fuck out ANY way you can . just get the FUCK OUT !

are you losing your shit ? ‘cos i don’t need that right now .

maybe we just focus on one thing at a time .

[ name ] ... i found a way out , maybe .

i don’t know what i was expecting .

what the fuck is this ?

[ name ] , what are you doing ? just stay back .

no way this is happening .

it’s gotta be fake ... a prop , or from ... an animal or something .

it can be difficult working with someone you’ve been involved with .

i think we can bust through this thing .

i’ve had enough of this shit , what the hell is going on ?

the walls are moving again .

i’m not a fuckin’ lab rat here for your amusement !

don’t look at me like that . you know i’m right . you get it .

you got to do something that matters .

think of the most profound thing you’ve ever done .

i see the gleam in your eye , [ name ] . you can’t fool me .

there ... there you are . i see you now .

bare hands can feel good , huh ? but the blade makes for such a prettier picture .

how far down does it go ?

there’s blood everywhere , & ... & a body .

one of us is going to have to be bait .

you could use that as a weapon if need be .

what an excruciating way to go .

people can surprise you sometimes .

as always , i’ll be watching very closely .

hurry the fuck up !

it’s a forest , it could be anything .

can you not freak me out even more than i already am ?

i wasn’t expecting you .

you’re a selfish monster ... always have been .

predictable little shit , i know you .

[ name ] ! i thought i lost you .

all good things must come to an end .

can you find your own way out ?

i have no doubt we’ll meet again in the future .

#yeah okay i got 3/5 of them killed #WHOOPS ?#rp meme #rp prompt #inbox meme #rp inbox meme

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 2 years

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hey babee!! could you please do a Joseph fic where reader is a very famous actress ( and also his costar on st4, they both came this season) and he develops a crush on her, meaning him being all nervous around her in interviews etc, and eventually leads to smut with her being a soft dom?!<3

𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 • Joseph Quinn

GENRE: fluff, smut

PAIRING: Joseph Quinn x female reader

WARNING: shy Joseph, famous reader,

AUTHOR NOTE: I'm getting sick of writing detailed smuts so I barely wrote anything. Sorry

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

After this I'm making the masterlist

Don't repost my content. It's a crime

Three. That is how many months long you and Joseph filmed together and, surprisingly, through all of that he still had a massive crush on you.You were an exceptionally famous actress. You played in Many films since Your late teens and they were a hit. You presently had lots of fans and supporters fixating on you particularly since you were currently in stranger things, Joseph was one of those many fans.

You wouldn't fret Joseph really liking you. You found it adorable and silly perceiving how bothered he got whenever he was around you on set. You were trusting through all the shooting he would ask if you wanted to go out for coffee at least especially after you've demonstrated you weren't seeing anybody, however he didn't do that. It was most certainly in light of the fact that he was shy. It was upsetting you weren't going to lie, however you got another opportunity.

here you were doing press tour with him. Ideally this time around it would be different. He would ask you out and turn his crush on you into something else. and if he didn't you would.

♡︎

You were sitting down in your interview chair. Right to your left was Joseph's which was empty at the moment. Five minutes had passed then the door opened, You looked up from your phone to see Joseph walk in. He greeted a few people before he turned and walked towards you.

You smiled at him. “Hi Joseph.”

He muttered a hi back with a smile before sitting down beside you.

Are you ready for the interview?" You switched off your phone and set it down next to your seat.

"definitely, I'm very ready." he muttered. You grinned at him as you turned away and looked elsewhere in the room. You didn't see Joseph breathe out through his mouth when you looked away. It was going to be a long hard day for him but he was ready.

The interview began soon after. The questioner began asked you and Joseph questions about the show. They were little straightforward questions, nothing you haven't been asked previously. It was towards the end where the more interesting question came forth.

"so Joseph, y/n, we realize this is your first time working together. How was it?"

You looked to Joseph and grinned. "It was amazing to work with him." You put your hand on Joseph's arm. His cheeks became red at your touch and words.

"he's actual sweet and kind. Always asked how my day was going and if I'm I'm fine. An actual sweetheart. I truly love having him as a costar.”

Joseph tuned in as you wrapped up your answer to the question. Presently his face was beating red. There was no denying he adored your answer.

"Joseph what is your response of that answer y/n just gave?”

You turned to Joseph. You chuckled as you took in the sight of his red cheeks instantly.

“um it's nice to hear that from her. I feel the same way. She's sweetheart on set. I really enjoyed our time together even if she made me nervous at times.”

Joseph brought his hand to his face to hide his blushing. You smirked as you turned back to the interviewer who was smirking right back at you.

After a good three hours every interview was over. You stood in the back of the room ready to leave and go back to your hotel.

“hey, y/n.” You looked up to see Joseph standing there. His hands were tucked in his pocket, a shy smile was on his face.

“hi Joseph.”

“are you doing anything after this?” he asked as he looked at you. “No. I was just going back to my hotel.” you responded as you shook your head. “Why do you wanna know?”

Joseph laughed slightly at the question. “Uh I was just wondering if you wanted to go out for some coffee or something?”

You brought your lip in between your teeth. “Hm that sounds like a good idea.” you watched as Joseph eyes lit up at you saying yes. He's been trying to figure out how to ask you this simple question and now that he has he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

“I'm going to go to my hotel room and change. I'll meet you down stairs in 30 minutes.”

You went back to your hotel, you took a quick shower, fixed your makeup, and changed into a better, comfortable pair of clothes. When you finished you walked down to the lobby.

Joseph was already waiting for you there. When he saw you his adorable smile appeared. “Ready to go?”

You nodded. “Ready as can be.”

You and Joseph walked out of the hotel down the streets. It wasn't long before you both made it to a small cafe. It was very nice. there wasn't many people there which was ideal for the both of you.

“here we are.” Joseph said with a grin. the first thing that hit you when you walked in was the fresh smell of coffee and baked goods. You had to hold back your moan the smell.

“it's nice isn't it?” You turned your head and looked at Joseph. “Yeah, it's very nice.”

“this is one of my favorite places to come whenever I'm around here. Just thought I would bring you.”

You smiled at the thought of him bringing you to one of his favorite places. It was a small act but it made you feel all fluffy inside.

You took a seat in a booth in the back while Joseph brought somethings. It took less than 5 minutes for him to return with two cups and a bag of goodies.

“I got you a latte and a croissant. I heard they were your favorite so I got them for you.” he placed the bag down in front of you then sat across from you.

“where'd you hear that these were my favorite?” you asked looking at him.

Joseph chuckled softly. The same soft red appeared on his cheeks as he avoided eye contact.

“why are you so shy?” You reached across the table and took his hand in yours. Joseph looked at your intertwined fingers. The butterflies in his stomach went crazy at the action.

“you just make me shy.”

“do I?”

Joseph nodded. His brown eyes met yourself as he nodded. If you weren't paying attention you wouldn't have seen it cause it was so light.

“well I'm flattered, but you don't have to be nervous around me.”

You pulled your hand from his. You began to eat your crossiant and drinking your latte while chatting with Joe.

You discovered a lot about each other. It was very nice to talk about things with him without any interruptions or anyone watching.

After a good 30 minutes in the cafe you both thought it was best to leave. you walked back to the hotel together in quiet.

When you got to the hotel you got in the elevator together. As soon as the door shut you turned to Joseph and pulled him into a kiss. It took a second for him to notice what was happening but when he did he began kissing you back. It lasted a good 30 seconds before the door opened and you pulled away.

You walked out together, down the hall to your door. Joseph's was right across from yourself. As you tried to find your key you turned around to see him looking at you.

“um do you wanna come in?” You blurted out before you could think. Joseph nodded. You opened the door and walked in, Joseph right behind you. When he shut the door your lips were on his. You both made out. Joseph had started walking you back against the bed until you fell on to it.

Your clothes were removed not long after your body hit the bed. Soon after Joseph was in you thrusting in a fast pace. Both your moans filled the room up. T wasn't long before you came and he did on your stomach.

You both laid in your bed breathless and fucked out.

“so do you wanna go on a second date or are you going to continue to be shy?” you asked him.

Joseph laughed and looked at you. “Yes and yes.” You laughed, leaning over and kissed him.

#Joseph Quinn #Joseph Quinn x female reader #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn smut #Joseph Quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #Eddie munson

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Anonymous Asks: "Sorry if you’ve already answered something like this, but what are your thoughts on how Joseph and the boys would respond to being called “Daddy?”"

I haven't yet, but ohhhhhhh I have so many thoughts about calling them all daddy~

I was torn between doing headcanons and little scenarios of the first time you call them daddy, but I went with headcanons in the end. I can do the scenarios at some point if people want though~

Content: daddy kink, breeding kink (reader is still gender neutral, Jack just fantasizes about having a baby with them), use of petnames like baby and kitten, ageplay adjacent/being babied, handcuffs, overstimulation, mention of petplay, multiple orgasms, vibrator, teasing, dirty talk, ex-sex worker Joseph, mention of mommy kink, praise, degradation/degrading petnames, edging, begging

Jack:

Calling Jack daddy is pretty much the #1 way to ensure you're getting fucked thoroughly

It activates his breeding kink too, half the time. The thought of you calling him daddy and then helping make him an actual father? That gets him hot under the collar

He will call you baby in response. Baby, baby boy, baby girl, babydoll, any variation will do as long as you keep calling him daddy

He gets extra protective over you too, if you want him to baby you then just call him daddy in a whiney little voice and he'll do anything you ask

If you weren't already sitting in his lap, then you are now! He can't help himself but want to hold you close before he fucks you senseless

If you want him to fuck you harder and deeper, all you have to do is pull him close and moan more, daddy in his ear~

Ian:

It's not difficult to get Ian hard and needy in general, but calling him daddy is definitely a quick way to do it

Seriously, it triggers something in him that makes his heart pound and his cock throb. And it brings out more of his dominant side too, with less of the nervousness

It almost feels like a sign of trust to him, like you trust him to take care of you and dominate you lovingly. And he's determined to live up to that

He'll go so slow and gentle unless you say otherwise, laying you down and stripping you bare for him while he praises and kisses you like his life depends on it

But if you'd rather a rough daddy dom, he can do that too. He'll gladly handcuff you to the bed and then fuck you until you're an overstimulated mess~

He'll get shy and nervous again afterwards, of course. But for as long as you're moaning his name and calling him daddy, his only concern is making you cum as many times as possible

Shaun:

We all know Shaun's got a massive daddy kink. And he doesn't try to hide it either, even before you two got together you knew that he was into it

If you call him daddy then he'll call you kitten. He can't help bringing his petplay kink into it too, even if it's just calling you that

He's always a tease, but it gets even worse when you call him daddy. He wants to take his time making his precious kitten mewl for him

The moment you start calling him daddy, he does too. He'll ask if you're going to be good for daddy, if you'll open your mouth for daddy, if you'll spread your legs for daddy...

There's no end to the praise he'll shower you with when he's in daddy mode. You're his perfect little kitten and he wants you to know it!

Once you've shown that you're willing to indulge his daddy kink, he'll bring it up all the time. Whether you're having sex or not, if you two are alone then he's daddy

Nick:

This isn't new to Nick. He's got plenty of fans who call him daddy, and he's filmed daddy kink scenes before

But... coming from you, it's different. Usually he doesn't care for the title one way or another, but when it's coming from you, it's the sexiest thing he's ever heard

Seriously, he can't get enough of it! And he'll fuck you until you're screaming it over and over, until it's the only word you can remember how to say

He can be a soft daddy dom if that's what you want. He can adapt to any kinks and scenes you're interested in. But if it's up to him, he gets nice and rough with it~

All he wants is to hear your shaky voice moaning daddy while he pounds you from behind or fucks you with a dildo or ties a vibrator to you and forces orgasm after orgasm out of you

Once he knows you're into it, he'll use it to tease you, of course~ He'll pull you close when you're out in public, and growl in your ear about how hard daddy's gonna fuck you later~

Joseph:

Back when Joseph did full service sex work, he was usually the one calling his clients mommy and daddy

It's weird for him to be on this end of things. Honestly, it's not something he ever really thought about until you called him daddy one day

But as soon as you said it... oh it did something for him. Once he got over the surprise and mild confusion, he absolutely let his dominant side take over

If you call him daddy, you'd better not have any plans for the next day, because he's not gonna stop fucking you until you can't walk properly

Seriously, calling him daddy is the best way to get him to stop whatever he's doing to fuck you. Or, if you're in public, to grope you subtly until he can get you somewhere a little more private

His absolute favourite thing is when your legs are around his hips or shoulders, your hands knotted in his hair, moaning please daddy while he makes you cum~

Jean:

Jean's no stranger to being called daddy, mostly by desperate people trying to hit on him

He used to think it was just kind of pathetic and stupid, but once he heard it from you... well, his mind was changed immediately, it became the hottest thing to him

He likes the possessiveness of you calling him my daddy and him calling himself your daddy. Daddy on its own is enough to get him hard, but the possessiveness is what really does it for him

Depending on what you're into, he'll call you anything from daddy's perfect little baby to daddy's stupid little slut. Whatever makes you spread your legs for him~

He loves to tease you until your brain is melted and you can barely string two words together, and then make you beg daddy to let you cum

Like with every kink, the moment he learns that you're into it, he's starting to think of all the ways he can use it to make you cum and also keep you by his side forever...

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jack #sdj ian #sdj shaun #sdj nick #sdj joseph #sdj jean #sunny day jack x reader #ian duff x reader #shaun durand cofer x reader #nick herraras x reader #joseph haberdae x reader #jean laurent x reader #gn!reader #18+ only #sunshine

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Day 6 Prompt: Heat @rosekiller-microfic

March Daily Series - 995 words

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Barty shook his head clear and refocused on the mostly empty road ahead of him. Luckily, it wasn’t busy in the off-season. Not many were foolish enough to travel to the coast in the winter, especially in a car without heat.

The sun mocked him through a cloudless sky, bouncing absurdly cheerful light off of the hood and directly into his eyes. He fumbled for the sunglasses tucked into his visor and shoved them on his face. Relaxing a bit, he leaned back and grabbed his phone. Barty rolled the scratched-up silver case on its edge over and over on his thigh. When the screen woke up mid-spin, he glanced at it hopefully.

No notifications. Of course.

By the time he reached the signs for the Prince of Wales bridge, Barty was seriously considering a detour into the river. If he wasn’t already regretting his life choices, and there weren’t a massive green metal barrier, the decision would be so easy.

Best not to start trusting myself now.

Barty inhaled deeply as he stared at the cables rising to the outline of an enormous letter “h” that straddled M4’s six lanes. Bridges fucked with his head, especially long ones running over water like this. Movie scenes of bridges cracking open like a fresh, crisp baguette toyed with his mind.

Breathe. Just breathe.

The moment his front tires passed the shoreline to England’s soil, Barty deflated. He was one hour in and already drained physically, mentally, and emotionally. Any clarity this road trip brought him earlier was lost to him now. He just wanted to crash onto his crappy sofa and stay there. Not moving for a week sounded so bloody good, but he was expected at work tomorrow.

When the opening bars of Never Let You Go drifted through his speakers, Barty tensed again. The chorus of this one hit a little too close to home.

Suddenly, his screen lit up as his mobile buzzed against his denim-covered thigh. Evan’s face appeared on his screen and Barty jerked the wheel as he screeched to a halt on the shoulder and narrowly avoided scraping the barrier. He fumbled with his phone as his stomach lurched violently.

“Rosie?”

The other end was silent except for the steady tap tap tap of Evan’s rings against the phone he was holding. Barty knew that sound intimately, but not the tempo. Evan was agitated.

His heart beat doubled and his chest clenched in panic. This wasn’t good. He didn’t know how it could get worse, but it was about to and the dread was overwhelming.

Shite shite shite!

“Before you hang up…I’m sor-sorry I didn’t tell you about Regulus. When I realised that you were friends, I shou-should have.”

Barty’s ears thrummed with his own rapid heart beat as he strained to listen for a response. After another long silence, he released a ragged breath and added, “And I’m sorry for going after your sister yesterday. I was….that doesn’t matter. I’m sober now and I hate myself for acting like that.”

“That makes two of us.”

His heart plummeted to the floorboards. “Please don’t say that, Rosie. I swear—”

“Don’t call me that,” Evan said. His voice was flat and clipped.

“Oh, right.” A chill ran down Barty’s spine and he struggled to find the words he’d practised in case Evan actually answered one of his calls. “Evan, I—”

“Not that either.”

Barty closed his eyes and repressed the urge to beg for forgiveness. There was no hope of that in Evan’s tone. This was going to hurt, he could sense it. The hammer was already pulled back and the trigger was twitching.

“Okay. I understand.”

“Good, because we are nothing to each other,” Evan snapped cruelly. “I don’t want anything to do with you, Crouch, and if you come near my sister again—”

“I won’t!” Barty cried out, shaking with the effort to hold himself together. “Please, please don’t—”

The line went dead.

“No! No no no nonono!” He quickly tapped on Evan’s picture to call back. “Please pick up! Please, please, please.”

A robotic voice informed him that his call could not be completed as dialed. His hands trembled as he texted Evan, pleading with him. The text didn’t go through. Barty stared at his screen in disbelief.

“He-He’s…I can’t…oh fuck.”

His body crumpled against the steering wheel as a shudder rushed through him. He was numb from head to toe. The hole carved out of his chest deepened until it hit curled his vertebrae. No thoughts, no emotions.

Moving on instinct alone, Barty opened his car door, stumbled out of the road, and collapsed before he emptied his stomach. His limbs quivered beneath his weight until he flopped onto his back. He swiped at his mouth and groaned at the sharp burn that raced up his throat.

He rolled away from the open car door and forced himself to push upright. The endless expanse of the river where it joined the sea spread out before him. Barty stared unblinkingly at the waves as they lapped the shore, rhythmic and repetitive.

This is it. Rock-fucking-bottom.

A hollow laugh burst from his chest, but quickly died out. It hurt to laugh. Hell, it hurt to breathe!

He hauled himself to his feet, then stepped unsteadily toward the edge where the tall barrier ended. With slow, measured steps, he climbed the short rail and headed down the slope toward the shore. Barty studied the muddy, frigid water as his boots sank with every step into the soft soil. The height of the bridge created a terrifying vantage of the water, but from here it looked tame.

Water was cleansing, that was a common belief. A refreshing drink for a parched throat, moisture for dry skin, and the perfect conduit for soap. Standing here before a river wide enough to swallow an entire city whole was humbling.

I would only make short-lived splash.

With a short burst of adrenaline, Barty ran forward, threw his arm back, and flung his mobile into the river. It disappeared beneath the waves without a sound. No splash, no interruption.

Inconsequential.

Next Part>>>

#evan x barty #barty x evan #rosekiller #rosekiller microfic #barty crouch junior #barty crouch jr #barty jr #evan rosier #slytherin skittles #marauders era

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Hello!! I want to start off by saying I’m a massive fan of your work, you paint beautiful pictures in the mind and I absolutely adore the way you write each character, ESPECIALLY the reader. This is one of my favorite iterations of a reader character, like you actually ate this up. 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

My question is actually in regards to scruffing! I read what it means and what happens but I was wondering if you could delve into a bit more detail? The way you describe the action kind of sounds traumatising, if an omega is scruffed roughly will they distress? Or is it like a brain kill switch?

I remember during the chapter where the reader is distressing, price cradled her neck to help ease her down. Would scruffing an omega pre distress halt the process or accelerate it? is the meditative state that omegas sink to when kneeling the same as when they’re being scruffed?

Sorry if I piled too many questions I’ve just never read about scruffing with regards to a/b/o before and I’m so interested in your world building it’s delicious- thank u in advance ❤️❤️❤️

Aww you're so sweet omg thank you!!! I'm so glad you've been enjoying the fic so far!!!

Sure!! I can get more into scruffing!!

It is very traumatizing for an omega and so that's why most good alphas will only do it if they have no other choice. Scruffing is sort of, as you said, a brain kill switch. It kind of shuts off the omega's brain and what happens next kind of depends on the motives of the alpha doing it. Typically it's done so that the omega can't react or respond to what's happening and they can kind of be controlled. In extreme cases it's used to calm omegas, but that's like worst case scenario, things are about to get dangerous type of situation.

The neck is sort of an interesting part of the body for omegas. It's a very vulnerable spot, as we can see with scruffing, and omegas have a natural response to protect their neck if they feel threatened to try and avoid something like that happening. But, the neck can also be a source of comfort if an omega is with someone they trust, as in the case of kneeling or what Price did where he protected the reader's neck and also provided that sort of comfort that would come from a trusted alpha (or even a beta) sort of holding those pressure points.

The meditative state that omegas slip into when they're kneeling is different than the state of mind they're forced into if they're scruffed. I talked about it in the fic a little bit and also in the asks where kneeling can easily turn into scruffing if it's done wrong, if too much pressure is placed on those points of the neck. Kneeling is a lighter pressure that helps ease tension and helps the omega relax. Scruffing is a harsh, painful pressure that shuts down the omega's brain and basically puts them in a very vulnerable position.

I'm always happy to answer questions and clarify things!! I know not every author includes scruffing in their fics, at least it's not something I've seen a lot of in a/b/o, more in werewolf fics than anything. 💚

#answered #crcb lore

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Alright look.

You don’t need to be famous!

You don’t need to be a content creator.

You don’t need to have a hundred thousand followers.

You don’t need to make a massive impact on the world.

It’s okay to fucking EXIST in the world. To make a small impact. To have normal friends and a normal obscure life, like everyone else on this planet.

I get it if you’re lonely, I get it if you feel like there’s no point to life, but fame isn’t the answer to that problem.

Yes I am talking about James fucking Somerton. Hell, I am talking TO James Somerton, motherfucker if you’re reading this, somehow, despite me literally being a nobody on tumblr, then- wow! What are the odds! What the fuck is wrong with you. Also don’t fucking do it. Please log off and live a happy normal mediocre life. Please.

But I’m also talking to every 20-something (me included) who thinks “gee i want to be like those fancy content creators and filmmakers and artists who make stuff and everyone looks at it.”

LISTEN. STATISTICALLY SPEAKING, YOU PROBABLY WON’T BE A CELEBRITY, AND THAT’S PROBABLY A GOOD THING.

And I’m not saying don’t dream big. “Dream big” can mean all sorts of things, and none of them have to be about fame. Entertainment and academia are like 10% of the full breadth of human experience.

You can garden. Knit. Raise animals. Go scuba diving. Join a book club. Play sportsball. Dance at a club. Dance at a park. Learn tango! Paint pictures for small local galleries and people who want something crazy on their walls. Have sex. Go to concerts. Volunteer. Write poetry. Learn an instrument. Learn a language. Go hiking! Biking! Run a marathon! Collect coins, collect shells, collect bones. Find god (any god). Be the guy who hands put water bottles at protests. Join a tabletop gaming group. Play trading card games.

I’ve been saying for a real long time that someone like James Somerton is just not fit to write video essays, he’s not fit to be a content creator - James if you’re still here, we all saw your ‘measured response’, if you were telling the truth about those memory issues and ADHD and they genuinely are so bad that you can’t properly cite your sources- you can’t be a video essayist. I’m sorry. It’s part of the job description.

and look. that’s okay. because there’s so much other stuff he can do with his life. Stuff that doesn’t require him to, you know, make proper citations. Write creatively. Manage a film production company. Those things. The things he evidently can’t do competently.

The idea that he’d rather die than have a normal life, a peaceful life out of the public eye, working a job that he can actually be good at, having his hobbies and his real life friends and maybe even a family… there’s no other word for it than “sad”. That’s so fucking sad, and I don’t even mean that in an insulting way. I know I hate the dude, but jesus.

And I just. If you’re reading this post and the idea of someone absolutely who’d rather die than be normal resonated with you - first of all, do you need a hug, second of all,

This post is for you.

Please take care of yourself and just find joy doing what you want to do. Don’t try to Be Famous. Please.

#tw suicide #james somerton #sorry if my phrasing seems off im trying to thread a tonal needle here #i hope my message is clear #if not lemme clarify: i say this with compassion. not mockery.

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Hollowed Minds Progress Update 5/08/23

Hi! I know I failed at making a progress update last month, so first of all, apologies for that! Things have just been busy tbh and life has been too stressful that at some points I just couldn't write. It's why I've been a bit inactive here as well, and why I've been barely answering the asks I've been receiving.

I cannot report yet how many words I've written for the update so far because I haven't really taken a look at it myself, but I will do so at the end of the month if there's still no confirmed schedule by then. My eye health has just been very consistent at making my life harder as well until recently, and here's hoping I'll at least be able to function properly for a whole month🤞

Some things that will be in the next update:

For Chapter 2's Part 2:

Everything still goes as planned, except now both routes are expected to be fast-paced and action-oriented, though one is still more intense than the other.

This will be a massive one, not because of the word count but because of the variations that will play out. There won't be much issues in arranging the transitions to Chapter 3, so there's at least that, but your choices will matter a lot. So you might have to be careful with them.

One of the routes gets Alonzo actively involved, but please be assured that this doesn't mean you have to romance them. I actually encourage you all to check out both routes once they come because you'll gain more discoveries that way. 👀

Alonzo's route will be so memeworthy, I have to admit. Please try it.

There's an info dump in Chapter 2's Part 1 that I'm not really a fan of, so I'll be moving some of those to this part instead if needed.

For the overall IF:

Alex will now have a set skin tone if a lighter one is chosen for the Ripper. I will discuss this in detail soon, but I just wanted to emphasize that Alex and Ripper's mother are canonically PoC.

You will have options for your Ripper to wear contacts or glasses (or neither ofc).

You'll be able to bring a weapon with you in Chapter 2 depending on your choices so far.

You might remember a section of Chapter 1 where you can choose what your Ripper had been doing for the duration of the five months. I might reduce it to a few, just so I could have them properly recognized in the story.

There will be a couple of changes in the character descriptions in the game's stats page, with plans to make them shorter, too, for easier readability.

I will make sure you'll have saves at the end of this. So please don't be surprised if there'll be more page breaks in the future, as well as more choices (that are still as meaningful.)

In connection to above, I also plan to make the in-game descriptions snappier and easier to read while still maintaining the quality they should have. Your feedback will be very important for this, and this also applies to the beta testers (sorry I've been so silent. I swear I'll get back to you all soon lmao)

Not really too related here, but I also plan to be more consistent with my updates in the future. It's just that my irl schedule is still a huge mess, and it's very hard to be consistent when that happens.

Just a last piece of my mind. Some anons have been very aggressive with harassment the past few months, and I really have no interest for more drama right now. So if you have issues, if you think you can back your own words, send them through a DM or at least turn off anon so we could have a proper conversation.

It's honestly tiring. Being an Asian in this community can already be so tiring, so I am begging people to be mature and responsible with their words. After all, I've repeatedly said that you can always come to me with your concerns or whatever you have against me. As long as we can actually talk about it.

Anyway, that's all, and I hope the week will be good for everyone :) I have a few more things to post on Patreon tomorrow, so if you're a current patron, do look forward to that!

#hollowed minds series #interactive fiction #hollowed minds #wip #writing #hollowed minds book one #if wip #interactive novel #hollowed minds progress update #progress update #interactive game #if game #cyoa

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