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The king's arrogance | Namjoon

Summary

The King had knowledge on everything and one in his castle, however he knew nothing of the kingdom he ruled before him. That was till one day he left and found you a street merchant.

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Namjoon king au! Reader civilian!

Warnings: fluff, cocky joon, medium amount of smut, mentions of parent death, creampie, oral ( female ), big-dick Joon, nonconsensual touches, creampie, rough sex, lot of plot. Very quick relationship.

I beg that you listen to The mary go round from the moving castle [ slowed ] when reading. I think you'll enjoy it even more with it in the background.

Namjoon sat on the throne, laid back and legs spread apart as a servant read him his to-do list for today.

"Well sir, today starts the month planning of the ball. We have a few colors I'm sure you'll enjoy, however, I'm sorry to inform you that the family members that shouldn't be named threatened third way onto the guest list" the man spoke in fear, nodding and sighing namjoon dismissed the servant with talks of the guest later.

"Mrs. Pot is the tea almost ready?" He asked kindly as the elder Korean lady nodded with a bright smile. Smiling softly, the older lady pinched his cheeks softly.

"I still remember when you were a baby and your late parents running you from tea session to tea session. Oh, how I'm sure you miss them as much as I " her smile faded, as she poured the tea on the table in front of him.

"I do, it's been 18 years now. Since I was 10 I believe, so right 18 years. I'm sure they would've loved to taste this freshly poured tea once again" he reassured, rubbing her back and once done taking a sip with her.

"I'll make sure to clean the alter table later and pour some tea with them" she smiled delicately, as took a drink of her tea.

That was right this year would make it the 18th anniversary of his parent's passing ever since the flood. It was heartbreaking, as his eyes dimmed in sadness the older lady pinched his cheek as he smiled with a tear down his cheek.

"Now don't go soft on me Namjoon, you have to stay strong for those who can't and I know it all hurts. But they'll be watching you like garden spirits. I know your mother is very proud and your father knowing how much a man and a king you have become. Now I have to go, it's time for me to go tend the gardens. Goodbye joonie" she waved, after collecting the empty teacups snd pots. Watching her wheel everything away, namjoon felt comforted by her words and took a deep breath before getting up and moving on with his day.

He spent the day testing and looking at fabrics, color swatches, and paper samples. The ball, gala, or celebration was very important for the kingdom. They only three one when it was important and this time it was a celebration of life once lived aka his parent's death date. September 4th. This day celebrated life and death, just like fall. He loved the metaphor behind it and hated how true love ended so quickly in his eyes. However he too wishes to be able to die with the one he loved dearly by his side, he hated how romantic it sounded and how bad he wanted it. Love wasn't an easy game and not once could he find someone who commented with him in a deep, if not spiritual way.

Itching the back of his head, he walked on and into his room. He had another busy schedule ahead of him. Sometimes he just wished he could live amongst the people for a day. That's what he'll do. Looking around for his leather satchel, he put together what he called a commoners bag. A bag that contained money, an id, and a diary. Looking around for clothes that seemed passable for a commoner and changed into them. From there he grabbed his stuff and snuck his way out of the Castle through the bag. He made sure Mrs. Pot knew where he was just in case this would get him in trouble. After all, the family would show up unexpectedly most of the time and he had people watch his every move as well.

Making sure his hat covered all of his hair, he walked into the street lights and found a carriage ride who was going home or into the city. He paid the guy and let him into the buggy and the city.

Namjoon did this for a weak till he knew the ropes of running out of the kingdom St night, he tried his best to avoid getting caught with the knight guards and the pesticide workers who showed nd yelled deals in his face. He also learned patience along with that, another valuable lesson needed as a king or so he was taught.

One night he went into a low-lit bar with entertainers. Majory we're female and drove the men in the room wild. He's had his fee share of women, but not when it came to this level. He found it charming and often sent gifts to them for their hard work. From the kingdom's guards and not him personally. Still, he ordered rice wine snd some jerky, before leaving. leaving a lady much shorter than him, bumped into his shoulder.

"Guards there's the thrift!" A younger woman pointed, as the men ran after her. Wanting to know what was up, he walked up to the merchant and simply asked. You explained that the woman was a theft, they would steal all her family food at night to make their profit.

"I'm sure you can be more um what are these?" He asked, picking up the food he's never seen before.

"Fruit?" You questioned grabbing the lemon out of his hand. "Well shops closed sir, come back tomorrow and you can buy our lovely fruit," you said kindly, walking up the stairs in this wooden place. Following you, namjoon closed the door behind and also walked up. Namjoon didn't know much manners, but he had the basics for a king. However, to a common person like you, he was a pest, rude, etc.

"Um, what are you doing?" you asked folding sheets for your bed up.

"It's nighttime aren't you gonna ask me to stay and wait till morning?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I supposed. By the way, there's a futon bed over there. I'll make dinner soon then!" you welcomed, as namjoon looked ok confusion at what the blanket on the floor was trying to imitate. Taking off his shoes, he placed his bag on the 'futon' and hung his jacket and hat on the hanger by the door.

Arriving back you blushed hard, as a beautiful looking man was now clear in your view. Luckily for namjoon, you had no money to spend on papers like everyone else or let alone money to go to the balls either. Therefore you had no clue that this man was a noble, let alone the king. If you did you would've just died at how you just treated him.

"It's beef and seaweed soup, with carrots and onions" you listed off as you placed the bowl on the floor diner table. Placing a spoon and a napkin on the side, you forgot the drink. Walking away you grabbed him a cup and poured lemonade in, before walking back. On your arrival, you saw him going to town on the meal. He slurped and moaned as he complimented your cooking. Chuckling, you sat the glass of lemonade down and took the napkin to wipe his chin and cheek. Placing it down, you watched him continue and enjoy it. Although there was only enough for his, you still had something to eat. You simply had bread and butter with some lemonade as well.

It took him a bit to notice you didn't have a bowl which made him feel a bit guilty but instead handed her 30 ₩ which was a lot during that time. Not wanting to take it, he "accidentally " dropped it down your bra and smiled.

"Well it's late, we should sleep and then go out to shop for food and new clothes" the man spoke.

"I'm sorry but I don't know you, how do I not know you're not trying to kidnap me or steal or worse kill me!" You mentioned as the older man stripped off his shirt.

"You don't have to, just know ill help you and accept the gift" he spoke, pitting his clothes beside him.

"Excuse you, you don't come in someone's house and act like this. Do you even have manners?" You added in frustration.

"I paid you, it wasn't a gift. It was a payment and I can tell you've never gotten one" he snickered, laying on the futon snd taking your cover. Annoyed at the man, you crossed your arm as he mouth "you have a problem?"

"Yes, I do! What's your name to begin with?" You asked, laughing it off he closed his eyes.

"Surprised you don't know and it'll stay like that for a bit darling" he whispered, moving over he patted next to him. "Sleep with me"

"No! I don't sleep with strangers like that, unlike you I have honor " you mentioned, getting up to go change into something appropriate for bed. Once done, you came back and he was still in the same position as before.

"I think I demanded that. besides I can ruin this little shop of yours if you don't. " he threatened, looking at his nails snd then at her. Well dressed and groomed man, you could visibly see the power he likely had. This was your mother's business and you promised her you would take care of it. Saddened you laid down next to him and whispered "please don't, this is all I have left."

"So we're on the same page I believe, no?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Yes," he replied. She felt uncomfortable and annoyed at the fact she had to do this for a business. Let alone a man, then again the men weren't always so kind to the women here, most always. She sighed and just accepted it, as he covered the two up.

"Call me Joon, " be whispered in your ear. Nodding, his hands traveled up and down your wist. Coughing, he halted then stopped after finding a comfy place to lay his hand.

"Do you do this with every woman?" You asked, curious.

"Well the last time I had a woman in my arms, she tried to advance me in marriage" he mentioned, putting his neck in-between your shoulder and neck.

"I do however have experience If that's what your aim is?" He said softly.

"Not really, I mean if a stranger just threatened your job and made you do this. Along with inappropriate touching for people who just met, I'd believe you'd be the class below poverty. Not a king not noble" you told, unexpectedly holding his arm between your breast.

Noticing, namjoon's cheeks flushed red. Luckily the lantern. Was behind him and not in front, so she couldn't see. "Toché" he replied.

"However I can see you've had a bad experience with men hmm?" He asked, softly brushing his nose on her neck.

"So you're not around here I see, well yes every guy here is just shit. Rude snd ignorant as you" you huffed, as raised an eyebrow.

"I'll give you that, feminist huh. Cute, haven't met one till you" he smiled, intrigued. "It seems like I've violated it huh, touching you snd acting sloppy" he added, moving your hair out your face.

"Glad you noticed, now turn the candle out!" you demanded, closing your eyes. Doing just that, he then wrapped his leg around you snd kissed your cheek.

"Good night"

Morning came, as the two of you laid there comfortable in each other's embrace. With him being the first to wake up, he tapped your shoulder and you woke up soonly after him. Yawing and stretching, you made sure your hand hit him on purpose.

"Sorry," you said coy, as he rolled his eyes up and shrugged it off.

"So when's breakfast?" He asked, getting up as you realized he had just worn cotton briefs. One's that we're expensive and that added more mystery to him. Why was someone who could've been from a noble family be here and threatened for his stay? Then the thought of maybe it's all stolen.

"The time?" He asked waving his hands over your face as you realized you had zoned out.

"Sorry, we have to go get food and we can buy food at the square." You mentioned.

"Where's the bathroom?" He asked, you pointed to the medium-sized room across from him. The place was small and combined, so you could see the kitchen from the bed area and a mini living room. Nodding off he grabbed his clothes snd began using the pump to pump water into the bath.

"Don't use all the water!" You yelled.

"I can and make you join me" he yelled back, smirking.

"No ill make you get more water from the lake behind here" you replied, itching your hair.

"Don't you have to get more water anyways, less work" he mentioned, leaving the door open and sitting in the tub? This man was quite weird when it came to flirting, it somewhat seemed motherly and innocent. However on the other hand, overly sexual and mysterious.

"Fine" you huffed, striping and walking towards the tub. That's when that harsh look he had softened and turned into a stare. There you were in front of him, naked snd he took every moment to vies your body. He saw how thick your hair was and how curvy your body was. He liked that, he paid attention to how big your breast was and the fact it looked like you haven't trimmed in a week. Which meant you looked old enough for him to do special things with.

"How old are you?" he questioned.

"I love how you did all of this without asking' she rolled her eyes, trying to muster a pony 0tail with the length and thickness of her hair.

"Turning 20 next month!" she replied excitedly.

"28 next month as well" he replied, breathing out the air he had subconsciously kept in. Getting in, she sat in front of him, covering her chest with her knees.

"I can still see you!" he laughed, grabbing the soap from the tray. Washing his body first, he took his hands and spread her legs open and washed below and around her arms and chest.

"Open," he said, waiting. Opening your arms you rolled your eyes and he splashed you with water. "Manners young lady " he mentioned. Knowing he's right, you sighed. Your father once told you the same when he was alive and because of that "Joon" reminded you of your father a bit. He acted mature and young simultaneously.

Washing your arms and your thighs, you washed off the soap on his neck and took the plug out to drain the dirty water. Placing the soap down, he spread his legs open and you accidentally saw something you shouldn't have. Frightened and embraced, you blushed. Taking his hand and pushing your gaze to meet his. He smiled softly.

"It's fine, just don't get too threatened by it. I'm aware of the size," he mentioned, looking you in your eyes. Nodding, you this time pumped the water until it was all out. Cleaning the both of you, you couldn't help but feel shy snd flustered. He felt the same, only he knew how to hide it. But not everything he knew or wanted to hide.

He looked in your eyes, noticing a soft dismal look on you to which he replied with "tell me are you okay?" Thankful for the concern, you told him about your parents passing and the shop's importance to you was. He understood automatically and exchanged his parent's passing in less detail. He didn't think he'd meet with someone with such a familiar background as his, even if they were below Noble.

He took her hand and placed it on her chest. "They're here, I'm sure your mother would be proud of how you came out to be. So leave it at that" he smiles wildly, with his eyes closing shut a bit as he did. You were glad to hear that and he never thought that Mrs.pot's comfort would come in handy, but he's glad to say and share a similar message.

"Speaking of do you have an altar?" He asked gently, unplugging the water and helping you stand up. Nodding you pointed out the door to a small corner. He thanked you and grabbed both of you a towel. Getting dried and dressed you did your hair as he went over to pay the slightest respects. Smiling at how kind the gesture was, you walked over to the rack and tripped over your foot trying to hand him his stuff. You saw a journal fall out and your eyes met his.

"You're a journalist?" You questioned, fixing your dress and hair before getting up and handing his stuff.

"Yeah, not from here tho," he lied, dusting dirt from your shoulder. Nodding you both made your way down the stairs, as he took your hand. Noticing it, you smiled. You wondered why he was being nice to you all of the sudden, however, that all changed when a guard walked past by and he brought you to a kiss. Confused and his eyes waiting for them to go, you kissed back hesitantly. Letting go, you looked at him worried he shrugged it off and you walked him to the square.

Hand in Hand, you brought namjoon to the bakery. Looking around, he pointed out the most expensive bread on hand and paid. Thanking him, he leads your hand to the vendors outside. Lucky for you, he knew about gardening and what was good. He helped and taught you the basics snd you learned you've been scammed for years. Thanking him, you took him to a cart of flowers and smelled the fresh roses, looking up at him. He paid for the golden yellow rose bouquet. Now it was for his favorite part of the day, clothes shopping. But beforehand, he pulled you into a cafe.

"Two bags of your finest coffee," namjoon ordered, by now you shouldn't have been shocked at how much he could spend. But seeing him use more money than you've sent your entire life was a sight to see snd each time you were thankful. You had enough food and supplies to last week if not a month. Holding you close by him, you realized you warmed up to him and small gestures like that felt comforting to you. He noticed and did it more often.

Soon it was night and there was only, one dress store open. In there was a beige dress that sparkled in the shop's lights. Running to the window to look, you smiled. Feeling a hand on your back, he took a step in and pulled your hand in with him.

"Welcome to Gezels tailor and shop" the owner greeted. He was an older man with gray hair a fragile smile.

"Well take that dress in the window snd tailor it to her size. His much is it?" Namjoon asked, pulling his wallet for the last time today.

"₩ 10,000" the man spoke, paying upfront the older man invited you to the back room and told namjoon to stay upfront. Nodding, you walked ahead and namjoon sat in the chair. He had a diary to write about today's and yesterday's adventures. He started up about the bathtub time you shared snd imagined your body once again. If only he knew his to draw, he'd paint a pretty picture in the book. Soon after finishing his entry, you walked out with a note.

Note: the dress will be ready for you miss before dusk, come back tomorrow with your lover -Gezel tailor and shop

You handed it to namjoon and he read it, as the two walked out. Suddenly loud commotions of horses snd guards ran through the city with lights.

"The king's missing!" The horseman yelled into the square. Namjoon in a panic rushed you two into the forest nearby. Confused, but following him. You wondered if he had something to do with it, besides this wasn't the first time he ran away from the guards today.

"They can't find me or ill be in trouble, act like a lover, please. I'll pay you in gold when I can" he begged on his knees with his hat on his chest.

"Don't pay me, think of it as a token of my gratitude. I'll help, but you have to explain everything when we get back," you murmured, taking his hands and helping him out the dirt. Making you drop the food and his bag.

Suddenly, he gripped your body and jumped both of you in a lake as he heard the sounds of horses clamping. A sound you didn't even hear. Holding your head under the water, he waited for the light of the torch to leave the lake area before swimming the two of you up.

Taking deep breaths of air, the two of you swam to the doc snd he helped you up first before himself. Luckily, the food wasn't damaged. Frustrated, you grabbed the food and his bag as you walked home. Walking in, you kept the lights off snd went to the second floor.

Stripping you of your clothes snd placing the bags down, you watched him do the same. Forgetting you had to pump the water, he suggested he'd go do it and you nodded giving him directions snd within 30minutes he was done. Striping once again, he hugged your body to his chest. You soon felt tears on your neck and small crys, you rubbed his back snd just stood there till he let go.

"What's wrong?'" You asked concerned.

"I could've killed you!" he cried, remembering the look his mother gave him before dying in his arm. His father did the same thing to his mother, only on a ship in the middle of the sea. Hugging him, you rubbed his back and placed a kiss on his lips. Holding you to his chest, kissed you back, and laid back so your bare body laid on his.

"Let's wait to shower" he suggested, kissing your neck. Nodding your head no, he flipped you over on your stomach softly and trapped your legs with his. "Please?' He asked, leaning down on your level on the floor snd holding your chest in his hand. Agreeing, knowing what's about to happen you loosened up snd he turned you on your back.

His hands ran around your chest and thighs, leaning down to kiss your naked body as a slight moan came out. From there, he moved his lips to your mouth and softly moved yours to his hair. Taking note, you ran his fingers through his dark brown ones as the two of you danced with each other's tongue. Namjoon removed his lips snd traveled down south, gripping his hair in pleasure you moaned grinding your hips. Meanwhile, he took in a natural aroma, one he found arousing. Moving his tongue around the bud, he softly kissed your thighs leaving bruises.

Looking at your head tilting back snd eyes closed with heavy to light breathing. He took his pointer finger snd rubed softly in circles, moving his body to tower you with one arm. Noticing the shift of best around your neck, you felt his warm breath move down your neck and by your ear.

"Let me tell you something darling, I'm not who I say I am" he kissed around your neck, papering it in kisses. Hearing you moan, made him aroused by the minute. However he knew it was time to go back to the castle, only he wasn't going empty-handed. As your hands rubbed his back, he whispered "I'm Namjoon, they're looking for me, darling. Tonight the last night I can spend here so let's make it count" in a raspy tone.

In shock, he gave you a minute to calm down as he could hear your heart. "I'm sorry" he apologized.

"No need, but for whatever this may be for you. Just know I haven't done anything like this with anyone," you admitted. Humming he moved to the other ear and whispered "I like that, just know it will hurt after a few minutes snd then feel better or the pain could feel good!" he warned. Taking his warning, he gently rubed you as got on his knees and opened your legs wide. Watching as he did, you noticed he was fully erected at this point and ready. You closed your eyes snd tensed your muscles as he began to simply grind his tip into you.

He was right there was pain, which caused you to bleed a bit. However, it was enjoyable without a doubt. Soon he was able to put 6/9 inches in as he trusted slowly. Moaning under him, he moved his in circles biting his lower lip as looked at your fuller lips and leaned over and wrapped your legs around his waist. After a few moments of waiting for you to adjust, you thought about today snd how it was so obvious he was the king snd yet it flee by.

As you moaned loud, his thrusts began to speed up snd the two of you could hear the sounds of his hips banging into yours snd your ass as he went faster.

"Ah, baby!" He grunted, grinding into you deeply as your hands rubed into his hair. Morning louder, his lips conceded back to yours as you held on snd then to your neck where you heard his heavy breathing. Your body was tightening around him, as he went in deeper now putting himself in. Not to mention you began to pool around him which gave him more speed in the end.

"Namjoon!" You moaned in his ear, holding his back tightly as your legs unwrapped snd opened wider for him. Cursing under his breath, he went harder as you began to arch your bag in pleasure. He held onto your back as your head went backs and the build of pleasure built up quickly.

you held onto his muscular shoulders while he moved you closer to him to go deeper. With that sending you over the edge, you screamed his name in pleasure as yours and his breathing began to match in heaviness. Shopping for a second, namjoon looked you in your eyes and thrust slowly as he was too close and it felt too good.

"In close, but I don't wanna cum yet" he grunted, thrusting deeply in and out.

"Then cum when you can't hold it!" You urged, outta breathe enjoying the depends. "I'm fine with children" you explained. Nodding, he continued and went harder this time.

His mouth roamed your chest, sucking and pulling on the bud as your back arched and mouth open in response. You this time, grinded back cgroundhim to jolt forward and start panting.

"Fuck don't do that unless you-" you interrupted doing it again. Pushing your legs back and open wide he started hammering into you as you began screaming in both pleasure and slight pain. You scratched his back and he immediately let go of your thighs snd pushed your hands back. As your body began to shake under him, he went faster as his chest heaved in breathing and yours became flushed with red. He started to let his enjoyment show more and tilted his head back with his eyes close as he went faster. He allowed the sounds of your whimpering snd moans to fulfill his urge as his balls smack your body hard causing a loud moan to come out from him.

Moving his hips to go at a slightly different angle than before, he noticed you started dripping more and more causing your heat to became more and more pleasurable on his end. He leaned down to your chest and held you as he began moaning in ecstasy as a thick load covered your walls in white.

Stoping and catching his breath, he mouthed something so simple but daring and that was simple.

"Don't leave me"

To which you replied softly. "I won't"

Soon the both of you gained the energy to get in the tub. There you two conversate on what it was like for him to be the king and all, what he planned on doing, and where he wanted to do next.

"Please come back to the castle with me tonight?" He begged, holding his hands with yours.

" I don't wanna be a drag" you looked down.

"You won't, I promise you'll enjoy your new life" he stated happily as ever.

"Namjoon don't you think it's too fast, we just met and all." You mentioned.

"Right, that is an undeniable truth. However, I know you felt the same way I did snd I know this isn't a fairy tale. But I truly feel like we could have a life" he spoke, holding your hands to his chest. Yes, that was true, you did believe in fate snd everything. But this was soon and so much.

"I'll go, but you have to let me have the ability to leave, " you said sadly, bring you to his chest he nodded and turned your body around in the tub.

From there you two did what was needed and packed a small bag of hygiene snd the coffee from earlier to go. You two had to walk back to the castle without being seen or heard at all. Which called for a few close times of being caught, from there he showed you a secrete gate entrance that led straight towards his room. From there, he tried his best to pick you up and take you to his room. there which Mrs. Pot sat praying

"I'm home and I brought a guest" he mentioned putting you down. As she recognized Mrs. Pot, she immediately went to hug her.

"It's been a while, my dear, I remember when you were both sized. I see you ran into the king, ah I knew he would've found you. I mean he's always had an eye on elegance and beauty" she mentioned embracing you tightly and pinching her cheek the same way she did with namjoon.

"I'll tell the guards your home" she looked at namjoon winking. Itching his head as he smiled, he turned to you and stripped naked again.

This time he leaned on the top of you again and you immediately kissed back. "It's a yes" you knew immediately as he took off your clothes once again that same night. Only this time, he focused on filling you up till he couldn't anymore.

"Fuck, this is amazing" he cursed, moving his hips harder as you who was behind sensitive began moaning his name louder and louder. Your legs opened wider and pools of arousal soaked the bed, making him lose control once more in you before pulling you close and moaning in your neck. Spilling once more, he simply uttered

"I love you"

"I love you too"

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astrognossienne · 3 years

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scandalous beauty: athalia ponsell lindsley - an analysis

“Not that St. Augustine citizens went around killing people they didn’t like. But Athalia was not on a level playing field. Nobody liked her, so there was not a big hue and cry when she was killed.” - Sally Boyles, a neighbour of Lindsley’s

For someone so brash, loud, and ballsy, her life, especially her early life, was quite a mystery. Just like her controversial death. On January 23, 1974, former model, dancer, political activist and television personality Athalia Ponsell Lindsley was murdered with a machete by an unknown assailant on the front steps of her home in St. Augustine, Florida. Her murder is notorious more than four decades after it occurred. The only eyewitness said a man attacked Lindsley with a machete in broad daylight on the front steps of her white mansion. Gossip swirled that neighbour Frances Bemis knew who killed Lindsley and would notify authorities. Bemis was later murdered on her nightly walk. Police arrested only one suspect for Lindsley's murder, which remains unsolved to this day. For someone who was a Leo, I don't think Athalia was a very happy person. I think she tried to bring others down, with her based on her ill-concealed dissatisfaction with the way things were. Unfortunately for her, her demise happened in a town that didn’t care for her.

Athalia Ponsell Lindsley, according to astrotheme, was a Leo sun and Libra moon (the moon is speculative). She was born Mary Anne “Athalia” Fetter in Toledo, Ohio in 1917. Her parents were both wealthy New Yorkers; her father was a utilities magnate and her mother a socialite. Shortly after her birth, she and her family moved to Isle of Pines (now known as Isla de la Juventud), Cuba where she was raised until the age of 12. By the time the parents moved to Jacksonville, Florida and enrolled her in parochial school, she was winning beauty contests and pursuing an acting career. After high school, she moved to New York City, where it didn’t take her long to be employed as a fashion model for the celebrated fashion designer John Robert Powers, which helped her land work in some Broadway musicals and as a hostess on a TV game show. By 1949, she was the hottest model in NYC. She was just as hot off the runway as well; the list of Ponsell’s sexual conquests was long, including the likes of actor Tyrone Power and Joseph P. Kennedy, Jr. She was reported to have been married three times, one of them to a man named Ponsell, but there is no information on him or her other two spouses. She had a scrapbook of all the celebrities and people she was acquainted. But success had quickly gone to the young model’s head, and by 1954, she’d burned all her bridges at her modeling agency, and her reputation as “the bitch of New York” was well-earned and kept her from earning any more work in the entertainment industry.

Out of work, over the hill, and her looks fading, Ponsell quit her 20-years of modeling and entertainment work and retired to a white stucco mansion in St. Augustine in 1972. By that time, the 55-year-old washed-up model became embittered. From the moment she arrived in St.Augustine, she did her best to position herself at the top of the city’s high society. But the sides of that pyramid were very steep, and to the city’s old-school cultural hardliners, she was an outsider, and an obnoxious one, at that. St. Augustine is known for being a rather cliquish town, and unless you have Spanish, Menorcan, or WASP roots, any newcomer is looked at as an outsider. She was known as a pain in the ass, criticizing everything she thought was wrong with the town and its citizens. Naturally the upper crust didn’t take too well to her. She may have annoyed them, but she did catch the eye of another important person, Mayor James Lindsley, a St. Augustine native who went by the nickname “Jinx”. Jinx was known around the city for his ability to work hard and drink even harder. He was of the generation where if he was wronged, or if there was a problem, he settled his differences with his fists. Despite his passionate love affairs with ass kicking and Jack Daniels, Athalia was drawn to Jinx’s good standing with St. Augustine’s old guard, Jinx was attracted to her still-good looks and fiery personality. The two courted hard and fast, and just a few months after they met, they married.

Their marriage was rocky from the start, providing the town with juicy gossip. In fact, just 3 months into the marriage, the two separated. They wound up living in separate homes, fighting back and forth about possessions and property. She may have treated her husband and the town like dirt, but she was very moved by animals and took in a lot of strays and accumulated a coterie of animals. This didn’t endear herself to the neighbours, and they complained of dogs barking and other noises coming from her makeshift “animal shelter”. One neighbour in particular that took exception to Athalia and her animals was a hot-headed county manager called Alan Stanford. Stanford lived next door to her on Marine Street, and the two clashed from day one. Stanford filed several noise complaints against Athalia and her pets, resulting in her arrest. In revenge, she made Stanford’s life as county manager a living hell. She became a fixture at City Hall, attending every county meeting she could and accuse Stanford of all sorts of improprieties, from the mismanagement of county funds to stealing equipment from the road department. Some of these accusations weren’t entirely unfounded, but it got to the point where her presence was dreaded. She was after his job and wanted him fired. Stanford, in turn, threatened her life. December of 1973, she found out that Stanford lacked the civil engineering degree required for all county managers, and went to the state to report him.

On January 23, 1974 she attended her last city hall meeting, armed with petitions of several citizens calling for Stanford to resign. She exposed the fact that Stanford forged documents and padded his experience and qualifications as county manager. Later that day, to celebrate, she met her estranged husband Jinx for lunch. The day went surprisingly well, going shopping in Jacksonville and running errands. At approximately 5:30 pm, they both went home to their respective houses. As Athalia walked her pet blue jay around in her front yard, an intruder emerged from her back yard, armed with a machete. Moments later, the police department received a call about a murder. The police arrived to the provided address and found Athalia sprawled across the front steps of her porch, nearly decapitated and hacked to death with a machete in broad daylight.

The scene was chaotic, with neighbours trampling all over the grass trying to get a look, contaminating evidence. In their great police work, the cops never thought to rope off the crime scene. When her husband Jinx was notified of his wife’s murder, he took his time getting to her house, making a pit stop to his attorney’s office along the way. A few hours later, the cops find a machete in his pickup truck. But an open-and-shut case this was not. In February of 1974, the rumour was that Jinx killed her in a drunken rage. Even though Jinx had a violent temper and smacked his wife around, in the eyes of local investigators, he was “unarrestable”; they had no real evidence against the mayor and he even passed a lie-detector test. A tip from one of Athalia’s neighbours came in: it seems the neighbour’s 19 year-old son claimed to have witnessed her old nemesis Alan Stanford kill her. There was a trail of blood that led from Athalia’s front porch directly into Allen Stanford’s back yard. More than a few weren’t concerned with Athalia being killed because she was such a bitch that they feel that she deserved what she got.

In March of 1974, there was a blood-stained machete, a watch, and blood-soaked trousers found in a bag in a swamp; the blood on the clothes matched Athalia’s, and the clothes belonged to Stanford. On February 22, 1974, Alan Stanford was arrested and charged with murder. On January 1975, the murder trial commenced. The prosecution had a strong case and a guilty verdict seemed almost certain. Just before closing arguments, Stanford’s defense team called the 19-year old witness to the stand. Despite previously identifying Stanford as the killer, the young man was now unsure of the identity, having never actually seen the assailant’s face. On the day following the killing, a young nurse rode her bicycle as she always did. The police stopped her and questioned her about the murder. The nurse picked out a third suspect, deputy sheriff Dewey Lee, as the killer, further muddling the waters. The jury found Alan Stanford not guilty, despite the mountain of evidence against him. Local authorities were so upset by the verdict that they refused to re-open the case. Even though Stanford was acquitted of the murder, Athalia wound up getting the last laugh in the end, they local county board voted 4 to 1 to fire Stanford due to his lying about his credentials. He wound up leaving town shortly afterward. Today, St. Augustine is different; most who lived on Marine Street during the 1960s and 1970s have either moved away or passed away. Athalia’s house, now a historical landmark, still stands today, a grim reminder of how local resentment can go too far.

the murder of frances bemis

Frances Bemis was a socialite and neighbour of Athalia Ponsell Lindsley who happened to be a close friend of hers. Shortly after Lindsley’s murder, Frances started gathering information in order to write a book about the murder, claiming that she had information on what really happened. On November 3, 1974, she went for an evening walk and disappeared. Her body was found near her house, her skull crushed by a cement block. Her murder has never been solved.

This was the next analysis that I planned to do after the Robert Mitchum one, so I decided to just get this one out of the way.

Stats

birthdate: July 25, 1917*

*note*: due to the absence of a birth time, this analysis will be even more speculative.

major planets:

Sun: Leo

Moon: Libra

Rising: unknown

Mercury: Leo

Venus: Leo

Mars: Gemini

Midheaven: unknown

Jupiter: Gemini

Saturn: Leo

Uranus: Aquarius

Neptune: Leo

Pluto: Cancer

Overall personality snapshot: She had a prestigious, compelling presence, even when she was just clowning around, and a natural ability to command both respect and affection from her friends and colleagues. In the nicest possible way she assumed the position of the leader because she had a strong independent streak and believed in her lofty, worthy ideals, but she also gravitated towards collaboration and an impartial examination of the facts. She could be bossy and yet her bossiness was so diplomatic that it was convincing, even impressive. Although she wanted esteem and tended to identify with honourable goals and people, she could work alongside others she respected and she really wanted the best for everyone. She had style, and she instinctively knew that ‘manners maketh man’ and that, if for some reason they didn’t, they went a long way in making life worth living. When she came into her own, she developed a strongly aesthetic approach to life and are naturally creative. She needed a very positive, active medium through which to express herself, such as drama, teaching or running her own business.

Anything to do with beauty and harmony interested her, such as decorating, design and painting. Her interest in social equality took her into politics or the law. She had a strong sense of herself and stubbornly followed her own personal code of ethics, yet she also enjoyed being part of a group that had a common purpose or bond. She cherished ideals of liberty and equality, but if there were some distasteful tasks to perform she moved very smoothly into the role of delegating – well, she thought, someone has to give the orders around here or we would have no harmony at all. Although she seemed to enjoy an easy, breezy approach to life, there was quite a serious side to her personality, and she could be surprisingly controversial and provocative. She was willing to stand up and be counted, and perhaps make it look easy. She had a natural appreciation and enjoyment of the good things of life; she assumed that they should be hers by birthright. And through cunning charm, calculated boldness, and intelligent maneuver she managed to have plenty.

She was ambitious, sound at giving orders, carried responsibility well and was a good teacher, especially able to bring out the best in children. She believed in herself and generally knew the right thing to say at the right time, although she could show a stubborn and dogmatic side. She had a high opinion of her mental powers, and it was certainly true to say that he had plenty of mental energy. She was a mentally restless person, both versatile and broad-minded. She experienced personal growth through analysis and using her intellect, although the collection and communication of facts may have been an end within itself. She was a reliable and loyal person. Her will and sense of honour were strong and she was a great organizer. On the downside, her self-assuredness could become dogmatism and imperiousness. Conservatism may have affected her creativity, artistic values and love affairs. This expressed itself as self-imposed restrictions or as selfishness. She often felt inadequate, which created an insidious form of oppression over all her forms of expression. She could also take herself so seriously, that people think that she was older than her years.

She belonged to a generation that could be unpredictable in that it liked to instigate change simply for the sake of shaking things up and providing stimulation. Humanitarian ideals became extremely important, as well as the belief in absolute freedom for every individual. She came up with radical new ideas which she stubbornly followed. As a member of this generation, she may have felt deep spiritual convictions, although she may not have seen herself as religious in the traditional sense of the word. She was part of a very artistically talented and creative generation that wanted to escape from the demands of the world around them into a world of excitement and glamour. Members of this generation loved the theater and the cinema, in fact, any sort of creative self-expression. They also believed in the rights of any individual to express themselves. This generation was both idealistic and romantic, selfish and individualistic. Lindsley embodied all of these Leo Neptunian ideals. Also, as a member of the Leo Neptune generation, she experienced and fully embraced changes in sexual mores and attitudes, changing the way people approach the whole issue of romantic relationships. Changes were also experienced in the relationships between parents and children, with the ties becoming looser. She was part of a generation known for its devastating social upheavals concerning home and family. The whole general pattern of family life experiences enormous changes and upheavals; as a Cancer Plutonian, this aspect is highlighted with Lindsley’s father dying relatively young and her having to care for her mother until she died.

Love/sex life: There is never any question as to the ground rules of her erotic universe: what best served her ego, best served her libido. She had a marvelous capacity for enjoying sex but her pride and self-possession always came first. Some people might have found the egotism of this position offensive but many others hardly noticed. After all, a lover as lively, generous and exciting as she had good reason to be proud. There was always a distinctively theatrical quality about her love making. She wanted sex to be a big event, full of drama and intellectual significance. This grandiose approach to sex can certainly be entertaining but it often made her romantic moments seem less than spontaneous. More importantly, real life sex rarely met her cinematic standards. This is one reason why she often found the idea of love much more appealing than its physical manifestations.The sex in her head was never common or clumsy, and she could always count on great reviews.

minor asteroids and points:

North Node: Capricorn

Lilith: Virgo

Her North Node in Capricorn dictated that she needed to develop the more caring and compassionate side to her personality and try to place less emphasis on the materialistic aspects of her life. Her Lilith in Virgo ensured that she exhibited a Madonna-whore complex; she made her way through the world with her sensational wits and she had no time for constricting judgments. She confronted the grittier facts of life, especially sex. She was good at sex but not as a form of sappy emotional expression.

elemental dominance:

fire

air

She was dynamic and passionate, with strong leadership ability. She generated enormous warmth and vibrancy. She was exciting to be around, because she was genuinely enthusiastic and usually friendly. However, she could either be harnessed into helpful energy or flame up and cause destruction. Ultimately, she chose the latter. Confident and opinionated, she was fond of declarative statements such as “I will do this” or “It’s this way.” When out of control—usually because she was bored, or hadn’t been acknowledged—she was be bossy, demanding, and even tyrannical. But at her best, her confidence and vision inspired others to conquer new territory in the world, in society, and in themselves. She was communicative, quick and mentally agile, and she liked to stir things up. She was likely a havoc-seeker on some level. She was oriented more toward thinking than feeling. She carried information and the seeds of ideas. Out of balance, she lived in her head and could be insensitive to the feelings of others. But at her best, she helped others form connections in all spheres of their daily lives.

modality dominance:

fixed

She wasn’t particularly interested in spearheading new ventures or dealing with the day-to-day challenges of organization and management. She excelled at performing tasks and producing outcomes. She was flexible and liked to finish things. Was also likely undependable, lacking in initiative, and disorganized. Had an itchy restlessness and an unwillingness to buckle down to the task at hand. Probably had a chronic inability to commit—to a job, a relationship, or even to a set of values.

planet dominants:

Sun

Mars

Pluto

She had vitality and creativity, as well as a strong ego and was authoritarian and powerful. She likely had strong leadership qualities, she definitely knew who she was, and she had tremendous will. She met challenges and believed in expanding her life. She was aggressive, individualistic and had a high sexual drive. She believed in action and took action. Her survival instinct was strong. She wanted to take herself to the limit—and then surpass that limit, which she often did. She ultimately refused to compromise her integrity by following another’s agenda. She likely didn’t compare herself to other people and didn’t want to dominate or be dominated. She simply wanted to be free to follow her own path, whatever it was. She brought about complete and profound transformations in her life, good or bad (and it was often bad). She felt the need to let go of what was familiar to her and accept new and different ways of being and doing things. There were areas in her life where she had to accept regeneration, which involved the destruction of the old and the creation of the new.

sign dominants:

Leo

Gemini

Cancer

She loved being the center of attention and often surrounded herself with admirers. She had an innate dramatic sense, and life was definitely his stage. Her flamboyance and personal magnetism extended to every facet of her life. She wanted to succeed and make an impact in every situation. At her best, she was optimistic, honorable, loyal, and ambitious. She ventured out to see what else was there and seized upon new ideas that will expand their communities. Her innate curiosity kept her on the move. She used her rational, intellectual mind to explore and understand her personal world. She needed to answer the single burning question in her mind: why? This applied to most facets of her life, from the personal to the impersonal. This need to know sent her off to foreign countries, where her need to explore other cultures and traditions ranked high. She was changeable and often moody. This meant that she was often at odds with herself—the mind demanding one thing, the heart demanding the opposite. To someone else, this internal conflict often manifested as two very different people. At first meeting, she seemed enigmatic, elusive. She needed roots, a place or even a state of mind that he could call her own. She needed a safe harbor, a refuge in which to retreat for solitude. She was generally gentle and kind, unless he was hurt. Then she could become vindictive and sharp-spoken. She was affectionate, passionate, and even possessive at times. She was intuitive and was perhaps even psychic. Experience flowed through her emotionally. She was often moody and always changeable; her interests and social circles shifted constantly. She was emotion distilled into its purest form.

Read more about her under the cut.

Athalia Ponsell Lindsley was a former model, Broadway performer, actress, dancer and television personality who died in a savage late-afternoon attack at her home on Jan. 23, 1974. Wife of the once mayor of St. Augustine, James "Jinx" Lindsley, who died a few years after her death. Mrs. Athalia Lindsley was very active politically.

She also took in many animals, such as dogs, cats and even two goats. At the time of her murder, she was outside trying to rehabilitate one of her rescue birds, a blue jay named Clementine which had an injured wing. She had rescued the little bird from neighborhood cats.

Athalia Ponsell Lindsley was a very devoted daughter who took care of her mother full time until her mother passed away.

She was 58 years old when her life was brutally cut short.

A neighbor and local politician was the only person ever arrested and tried for her murder, after a very dramatic trial, a jury found the defendant not guilty, and he was acquitted

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You look down at your phone, pulling up Namjoon’s number.

[10:57a] YOU: Hey, can you swing back for a sec? Dire situation.

[11:01a] JOON: Sure, you OK? Be right there.

You look in the mirror, tilting your head to the side to view the aftermath on your skin from last night. You see that the hickey on your neck bloomed into an inky red hue, and you gnaw at your bottom lip.

A deep sigh leaves your lips, and you pull concealer and powder from your makeup bag. You start to dab at the love bite with a makeup brush until it blends in with the rest of your skin.

Just as your hand lifts to seal it with powder, Namjoon appears in the mirror behind you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Namjoon looks concerned, but you breathe out -- a little embarrassed. You point to the back of your dress for the day, and he understands that you need help with the zip again.

“O-Ah, oh, okay-” He lets out a shy chuckle to himself, moving closer to grab the zip. He pulls the zipper up and you can feel his warm breaths blowing at the small hairs at the nape of your neck.

“You look beautiful, by the way,” He whispers as he reaches the top of the dress, and his eyes slowly meet yours in the mirror.

You look at him for a second, but then quickly peel your eyes away and smooth down your dress. You find your heart thumping in your throat -- your hands collecting sweat. Next on your mind is to tell him to leave, to stay away from you -- that you’re already in this thing too deep, but only nervous air is able to leave your mouth in the place of words.

Namjoon puts it all together: he notices the marriage between you, the concealer and the powder and he lowers his eyes in return.

“I’ll...leave you to it. See you down there.” He gently offers, giving you a nod before he leaves.

You sigh under your breath before you start to press powder into your neck.

✹✹✹

Namjoon peeks his head from behind a curtain on the stage, watching as the seats of the massive conference start to fill. You approach the curtain to peek out just the same, and you advance toward him from behind. You rest your hand on his shoulder before your fingers give him a firm squeeze. He turns his head slightly toward you as he bends down, and your lips press to his ear.

“Can we forget about last night?” You whisper to him, awaiting a response. He knits his brows as he turns around to look at you. “Totally. If that’s what you want from me?” He looks down at you, the expression in his eyes slightly forlorn.

“I just want to stay focused on why we’re here in the first place,” Your voice is cold, knowing it’ll hurt him. “And that’s for work.” He nods, and he combs a hand through his hair before he blows out air.

“And now, for the part you’ve all been waiting for. The reason why you’re all here, at TechX…”

You hear your cue and you walk out, always managing to turn around and look back at Namjoon one more time. Namjoon looks out at you on stage, smiling at the way the crowd is taking you in.

As you show the product he’s been working on, the audience lets out exclamations of shock and excitement. Namjoon had to admit to himself that your charisma and know-how was selling his product, and that he was falling in love with it -- and you -- faster than he’d like.

On the one hand, he now knew you didn’t want that -- and it was really no use for him to continue musing over you. On the other hand, your chemistry from the night before was infallible. For the first time in a long time he felt alive, present, wanted, sexy -- and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to let any of those feelings go.

A roaring applause follows you, and you quickly glance at Namjoon once you arrive backstage.

“They’re all yours,” You hand him the mic, and your hands accidentally brush against each other.

You both feel a jolt -- a spark -- as indicated by both of your eyes going wide, but you try to ignore it and swiftly walk away. He sighs as he watches you off before he waves and enters the stage.

✹✹✹

As you sit in your green room, you watch Namjoon’s speech from the screen fastened to the wall.

Somehow, you couldn’t help but blush at how damn good he is. His charisma, his calm amongst the immense pressure -- his intricate way with words. For some reason it starts to turn you on, and you start to massage the edge of your brow in frustration before moving to your temple.

You cross your legs to relieve yourself of the ache below because you really didn’t need to be thinking about Namjoon in that way right now -- especially after you just decided to let him go and focus on work.

“Thank you.” He wraps up, and the audience provides a standing ovation causing Namjoon to blush.

“Thank you all for coming. Enjoy the rest of the conference.”

✹✹✹

Just a few moments after he wraps, you hear a soft knock on your door.

“Yes?” You ask before you stand up to jog to the door and open it.

It’s Namjoon.

You both search each other's eyes, subtle waves of electricity transmitting through your gazes. You feel your cheeks growing hot and your heart pulsing in your chest as he looks at you.

Right as he steps forward, you try to push the door to a close before he can step in. He stops you with one of his feet in the frame -- entering the room and quietly closing the door.

“There’s still something there, isn’t there?”

“No,” You respond, crossing your arms. “I made the biggest mistake -- possibly of my career -- by kissing you.” You note, leaning against a wall. "There’s no denying we crossed the line. Only one position’s available, and one of us is going to get hurt along the way because of it. I just don't want it to be me." You explain, forcing yourself to look down at the floor.

Namjoon approaches you, and he feels his heart pang in his chest as he looks down at you. You allow him to trace his index finger up your throat, and he tilts your chin up to look up at him.

"All I know right now is that I want you," He says, tilting his head. "And that I'd never hurt you." You let him take your jaw in his hand, and he moves to thread his fingers through your hair.

“Namjoon, I-” A surprised gasp leaves your mouth, and this time Namjoon closes his eyes and presses his lips to yours. After a few soft, exploratory kisses, you push in to kiss his lips hungrily, his hands tangled in your hair. His tongue is entangled with yours as you’re pressed against the wall, his body heat and weight deliciously enveloping you.

Suddenly, you feel a familiar sensation stirring in your stomach -- a mix of passion and fear -- and you pull your lips from his. His lids hang low as he pulls away and looks at you, and you’re still intoxicated enough by him to allow him to steal a few more kisses.

You pop your lips from his, catching up with your breaths.

“I need time.” You sigh out, ghosting your lips over his as you smooth your hand up his abdomen -- following the path to his chest. Your expression is serious as you look into his eyes, and his forehead collapses to meet yours. He takes your hand -- interlacing his fingers through it, and you revel in the atmosphere for a few seconds before you unravel your fingers from his.

Both of your heads turn once you hear another knock on your door, and you place your hand on the small of Namjoon’s back to push him closer to the exit.

As Namjoon pulls the door open, you look upward and see a man in a black baseball cap. His thin black trench coat coat drapes to his ankles, and a turtleneck wraps at his broad frame. Despite his dark clothing, he looks at you with big, shiny doe eyes as he pulls down his face mask. He’s quite young, and you cover your mouth as you realize who he is before you look at Namjoon, who’s also in awe.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook. CEO of Muscle Bunny games?”

You’re at a loss for words as you look up at him, and he looks back at you -- blinking.

Oh, you already know who Jungkook is. In fact, more than know. He was number one on the 30 Under 30 In Technology list at 18 years old -- a few years even before Yoongi. You even had a copy of his other magazine cover framed at your desk: Top 10 Most Influential Billionaires In the World.

“I-I loved your presentation, and I’d love to talk to you about investing in the product.”

Jungkook then moves to give you both a deep bow, and you both try to bow deeper. You cover your mouth, blushing at how polite he comes off. You try to wave him off from bowing, but he defeats the both of you in this particular battle of respect.

“Between your marketing of the product, and the engineering of the product itself -- I was highly impressed. You both work really well together.” He states, taking a sip of his iced coffee as he looks at you and Namjoon.

Namjoon looks over at you and you see him admiring you from your peripheral, causing you to blush. You put your hand to your mouth in embarrassment before you give a bow of gratitude to Jungkook.

“I’d love to chat with the both of you tonight,” Jungkook continues. “I’m hosting a tech mixer in the garden of the hotel, and then we’re gonna press our luck at some casino games. Can I count on you?” His eyes widen in expectation, and you nod furiously. “This mixer’s not your average stuffy work party, so wear your best Vegas outfits.” He finishes, slurping the last bits of his drink.

“Of course. We will, Mr. Jeon.” You reply, bowing to him again as you smile, and he smiles in return.

“Oh, and just call me Jungkook.” He states, pulling his face mask up and exiting the room. “Hate that stuffy corporate speak.” You nod.

You watch him leave, and you clutch your chest -- smiling to yourself in relief.

✹✹✹

“This way, ma’am.” A server says, pointing you in the direction of the garden.

The garden is surrounded by the tall buildings of the hotel, and a marble fountain sits in the middle of the space. The party is packed to the brim with attendees, and each of them have either a fizzy drink or small hor d'oeuvres pinched in between their fingers.

Namjoon stops speaking to Jungkook mid-sentence as you enter -- taking a long sip of his champagne and drinking it down.

The moonlight seems to hit your face at just the right angle, and all Namjoon can manage to do is gawk at you.

The glitter on your dress is twinkling from head to toe, and the slit that your leg runs through ends at the crevice where your thigh meets your hip. Your hair is slicked completely back in a wet look with a sharp red lip, and a piece of faux fur adorns your shoulder.

Your eyes seem to meet Namjoon’s to the same effect, and your eyes widen. His eyes are dark and smoky with lust, a tuft of hair hanging over one of his eyes in a comma shape. You can tell his suit is freshly tailored for the night, and his ringed fingers clench around his glass of champagne.

You see Jungkook whisper something to him, and Namjoon closes his jaw to gulp.

You rapidly cut your eyes away from his gaze, and stop a woman walking by with a tray. You grab a glass of champagne and you down it as she starts to walk off. You grab her again, and pull another glass from the tray.

Your thoughts are spinning: Namjoon? Your sexy rival that you almost-kinda-did-hook-up-with last night? And maybe almost again a few hours ago? Oh, and Jungkook? No big deal, you just have to talk to one of the richest men in the world?

Oh. Yes. No big deal. You figure that you’ll need all of the liquid courage you can get.

You mingle with a few guests, pretending to care what they’re saying, laughing a little too loud -- but Namjoon’s racing through your mind. You stuff a fig wrapped in bacon in your mouth, and Namjoon catches your eyes again from across the room as he places a hand in his pocket.

You excuse yourself from your chat with a woman, and you down the rest of your champagne. You slowly work your way through the crowd and over to the two.

“Hello again, Jungkook,” You say as you approach the two, bowing to Jungkook. You acknowledge Namjoon with a bow, and he finishes off his drink -- his eyes still looking intently down at you.

"Let's discuss business over a game?" Jungkook asks, and you confirm with a nod.

✹✹✹

Soon after, the three of you find yourselves slipping into a blackjack table at a High Rollers lounge, and you slowly sip at your third drink once you pick a seat.

“I’m so ready for your product to launch. The platform is perfect for the initiative I’m starting,” Jungkook starts, pushing chips toward the dealer. “I want to host some pretty heavy VR assets on the cloud for some of my best-selling games, and then display them on the frontend of our website for consumers. The compression and cloud storage your product provides is impressive, and I’d love to invest money and resources into it if you’ll let me.”

“That’s awesome to hear,” Namjoon chuckles, feeling flattered by Jungkook’s words.

“One thousand.” Namjoon confirms to the dealer, and he nods. You push your chips in to match theirs, and the dealer starts placing cards on the table.

“Our boss would love that, and we can definitely get something going,” You state, watching Jungkook wave his hand across his cards. 19. The dealer moves on, and Namjoon taps his finger on the felt table. 18. You tap your finger on the table just the same. 20.

The dealer reveals his cards -- 17 -- and you win the round.

“We can have the paper on your desk by Monday.” You say, and Jungkook nods in acknowledgement.

“Ten thousand,” You wager, and both Jungkook and Namjoon look over at you.

“Ah, a risk taker. I see.” Jungkook pushes his chips in, finding himself impressed with you.

“Feeling like Lady Luck is on my side tonight,” You chuckle, sliding the chips over the table.

“After all, we got you to think we’re actually cool or something?” You grin, your voice ending the sentence in a question mark.

“Fair, fair,” Jungkook lets out a boisterous laugh, sliding his own chips in.

“Make it twenty,” Namjoon says nonchalantly, pushing additional chips in and both you and Jungkook look in his direction.

Your eyes push into his like daggers, and he licks his lips. He rests his face in his hand, and his eyes darken as he awaits your next move. You gasp to yourself as arousal crawls up your throat, and you push your chips in. Jungkook follows, pushing additional chips toward the dealer.

Jungkook's hand is dealt and he taps the felt table -- 17. He suddenly giggles, bubbly drunk.

Namjoon’s dealt a hand, and he ponders for a moment but waves his hand and settles on 19.

The dealer pulls an ace and a ten-value card for you, and you smirk at the both of them.

21.

“You win, miss.” The dealer says, sliding you all of the colored chips.

"I like you. I'm telling Min about you. If you're going to win, you've got to take risks." Jungkook knocks a chip on the table, looking at you. "Can't wait to start investing in the company." You giggle at him until your eyes meet Namjoon's.

Namjoon looks at you with his dusky gaze, and you eye him as the last of your drink flows down your throat.

A glare develops in your eyes -- and you realize for him, his M.O. is larger than winning.

He got off on the competition of it all.

✹✹✹

“So, were you gonna take a picture?”

You ask Namjoon, pressing your floor on the elevator panel.

“Of what?”

“Me. I saw you eyeing me all night. A picture would’ve lasted longer,” You state matter-of-factly as you look at your nails, and Namjoon scoffs.

Namjoon feels a bottled frustration boiling in his chest when he looks across the elevator at you. He sees you looking at him through another mirror on the wall, and your gaze sharpens before he grabs your wrist to pull you flush against his body.

Both of your mouths are a breath away from meeting, and you bite your lip.

“Yeah? Well, you didn’t seem so opposed to it,” He says breathily into your mouth. He pinches your chin between his thumb and index finger to look at your lips. You lean in a fraction closer and all you can do is glare at him in response, your hands clasping the rail behind him.

“Cat got your tongue now?” Namjoon growls, remembering when you had the upper hand in the banter before he takes your lips in his. The two of you fight through forceful kisses -- the throes of hate rising in your bellies.

The elevator dings to open at another floor, and Namjoon flings you away from him and into a nearby wall. Your chest heaves as you rest your head on the glass, wiping the smudged lipstick from your chin while you glare at Namjoon.

“I thought you needed more time?” He questions, rubbing the remnants of red lipstick in his fingers.

You don’t answer him as you know he’s right, but you refuse to give in.

The woman who enters the elevator looks at the two of you, glancing over ever so often to see you both consistently shooting daggers at each other with your eyes. Even a clearing of her throat doesn't phase the two of you, and she lowers her eyes before she gets off at the next floor.

As soon as she leaves, Namjoon takes the first opportunity to press his lips firmly back into yours.

As he kisses you, your bodies circle around the elevator until you forcefully land on the button panel. The elevator’s alarm suddenly buzzes, jolting you both from your relentless heat -- and you manage to snort into each other’s lips.

The two of you move to make out in the elevator bank, and you finally come up for air to speak.

“I want you, but our room’s at the end of the hall,” You breathe out, your fingers raking through his hair. You look up at him, twisting his tie tightly around your wrist.

“What do you have in mind?” He bites his lip, looking at you.

You get an idea and start to pull him by the tie, yanking him down the hall.

✹✹✹

The both of you bust through the door of a nearby ice room, quickly shutting the door behind you.

You still kiss him feverishly, your fingers massaging his scalp. Namjoon’s hands run down your curves a few times before you hook your arms around his neck.

“Fuck, what were you thinking wearing this?” He groans into your lips, looking down and taking you in. His hand smooths over your exposed thigh, and he hooks it into his arm.

“You just wanted to drive me crazy -- knowing I couldn't have you, hmm?”

A delighted moan leaves your throat in response, satisfied with his stiff bulge being flush against your body. He kisses your neck again and it feels like every neuron in your body is on fire with lust.

Namjoon eagerly moves to pull a strap of your dress down, and your breast spills out. He flicks over the nipple with his finger, reveling in your breathy reaction.

“Ah, so you like that?” He quickly clamps his mouth to the exposed nipple, rolling his tongue around it as your chest heaves. He pulls his lips from your nipple and presses them back into your mouth, the pads of his fingers digging into your thigh.

You let out a small yelp as he lifts you up in one fell swoop. You hold his jaw and kiss him until you walk through the door of your hotel room, and he drops you down to your feet.

Your eyes are ablaze as you tug your lips from his, your hands scrambling at his belt below. You manage to slip your hands in his pants and across his bulge before he pins your wrists to the wall.

Your chest heaves at how turned on you are from his command of you -- and you can’t recall a time you ever hooked up with anyone who could match you like this. You were always the one in control, but here you were -- a hot, wet mess, and trembling under Namjoon’s control of you.

Namjoon starts undressing himself -- ripping off his blazer, unfastening his shirt, and loosening his tie as he stares you down -- already devouring you with his eyes. He moves to flip you around to face the wall, pulling the zip of your dress down in one fell swoop.

Namjoon rips the dress down your frame and lifts you into his arms before carrying you to the bed. He tosses you down, and you prop yourself up using your elbows. He’s undeniably hard as you look from his pants up to his eyes, and he fully removes his shirt. He then drops to his knees, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed to remove your underwear. His lips move to place kisses from your ankles -- moving with intent until he reaches your inner thighs. He scratches at your inner thighs with his finger, feeling the skin tremble underneath and transferring a moan up to your lips.

Your breaths pick up in anticipation as he reaches your core, the warm breaths from his mouth making you shiver as he prepares to dive into you. Instead, he kisses and nibbles at your inner thighs, placing love bites across your skin. His sharp gaze looks up at you as he does so -- and that’s enough to make you tremble further. Without warning, he dives into licking your drenched lips -- moaning as the liquid coats his mouth. His tongue immediately dips into you and starts drawing the alphabet and you groan through your teeth -- grabbing the roots of his hair. He pulls lightly at your lips with his teeth before licking you again, and your grip loosens as your head falls back in pleasure.

✹✹✹

Jimin runs his lips up Taehyung’s neck before snuggling into the crook between his ear and jaw. His hand roams around Taehyung’s chest before the two interlace their fingers together on top of his abdomen.

Taehyung looks out of the window and sees a slight orange hue starting to overtake the night sky. He looks at his watch and squints at the bright light from the device in the dark room: 2:47 A.M.

That made it about eleven at night in Vegas.

“Taehyungie, what are you doing…” Jimin groans into Taehyung’s neck. “Go back to sleep...”

“My boss asked me to remind her about her flight, and her interview with Yoongi on Monday,” He presses his watch, and scrolls to find your number. “Should only take a few minutes.”

Jimin caresses Taehyung’s hair as the two listen to the line trill.

“Mmm-m, yes, Tae-h-hyung?” Your voice sounds breathy, and Jimin looks up at Taehyung.

“Yes, I’m calling to inform you about your flight. It’s at four-fifteen AM, tomorrow, October twenty-fifth,” Taehyung states, and a small squeal leaves your mouth.

Jimin’s eyebrows come together, and he mouths “Are they...fucking?” as he looks at Taehyung.

Taehyung bites his lip as his eyes go wide in shock; his shoulders coming up into a shrug.

“Is that understood?” Taehyung asks. “Yes, yes, yes. I mean, yeah. Yes, Taehyung, thank you. Anything else?”

“Oh shit,” Jimin mouths before his eyes scrunch into crescents, a laugh creeping up his chest.

Taehyung’s hand moves to cover Jimin’s mouth to stop the other man from giggling.

“Yes. Your interview with Mr. Min is on Monday at nine AM. Please report to his office directly at that time.” You don’t respond, and the two look at each other -- eyes wide -- as there’s only shuffling on the line.

“Ma’am?” Taehyung asks again. “Yes, yes, got it. Thanks, Tae,” You respond breathily, and the shuffling continues on the line.

Jimin’s eyes widen as the call continues, and he hears kissing noises.

You forgot to shut off the call.

“Ah, fuck! Namjoon…” All the two can hear is skin slapping against skin on the other side of the line.

Shuffling, quiet. A slap on skin. Then another well timed, hard slap before you drag out a moan.

“Fuck, just ride it. Yeah, like that…” Namjoon says breathily, satisfied grunts leaving his throat.

Taehyung laughs into his fist pressing against his lips, tears sprouting at the edge of his eyes from laughter. Jimin slaps his chest, letting out a silent laugh with his mouth wide open.

“Get on your knees and suck my cock.”

Jimin hangs up the call as he can’t contain his laughs anymore, and he looks at Taehyung who’s crying with laughter.

“Fuck, I didn’t know she was a sub.”

The two cackle to each other and Taehyung initiates linking their pinkies together.

✹✹✹

“See you back in the office.”

Namjoon places a peck on your cheek, and one side of your face comes up in a smirk.

Somehow, he turned you into some lovesick schoolgirl, and you feel a pang in your heart as you watch him hop into a cab. You wave, watching the car pull off.

“Hey! He-ey!” You hear a voice shout, and you see a man waving at you in the distance.

“Coming!” You yell, waving back and running toward the man.

As you arrive, he takes your luggage and you look him over. He’s tall, warm and handsome.

“Love this coat, Jin.” You tug at his long leather coat that’s adorned with white fur, and he pulls you in for a bear hug. His eyes sparkle at you for a second as he looks at you before his eyes narrow -- suspicious of you. You start to blush under his gaze, and he removes the scarf from your neck.

Jin gasps as he discovers hickeys of various hues all over your neck. His mouth widens to a full O-shape in a delighted shock, and you get into a tug of war with him for your scarf.

“Jin! Stop! Give it back!” You grit through your teeth, giggling at him. He lets it go as you think you’ve got leverage, and you fall to the ground. “Ow!” You pout, and he runs to lift you up.

“And who was that, exactly?” Jin asks, his hands on his hips.

A few cars honk repeatedly, as Jin’s truck is blocking the flow of airport traffic.

“Ah, shutup already!” He waves them off, and they only honk harder.

“Can we get in the car?” You cringe and Jin chuckles as you escape him and run to the passenger seat door.

✹✹✹

“So...you’re telling me my best friend’s dick whipped?”

Jin says casually, pulling your luggage up the stairs to your brownstone.

“No!” You whine, beating your fists at his back as he walks through the door.

You take Jin’s coat and hang it on a rack, quickly following it with your own.

You walk into the kitchen, and Jin follows you until he reaches the couch. He plops down and sits back, looking up at the ceiling to recall his thoughts.

“Mmm, so to sum it up -- you let your direct competition fuck you every which way in Vegas?” Jin confirms with you as you bring tea over for the two of you. “And on the plane on the way here?”

“Yes, but when you put it like that-”

“Like it or not, you’re dick whipped.”

You look down sadly into your tea and pout, swirling a small teaspoon in your cup.

Jin lets out a squeaky laugh and then rubs your back.

“It’s a good thing. I’ve never seen you this happy,” He smiles, trying to cheer you up. You can’t deny the smile that’s forming on your lips, and Jin pokes his finger into your cheek.

“There she is,” He laughs, and you giggle in return. He embraces you in a warm hug, and you rest your head on his shoulder.

“I’m afraid, Jin,” You confess in his ear, and he rests his chin on your shoulder. “That he’ll break my heart.”

“If he does, I’ll kick him in the balls.” Jin shakes you as he looks at you, holding your shoulders. You chuckle, looking at him warmly.

“One thing you have to understand is that you might have to choose,” Jin looks at you firmly, pursing his lips. “You might not be able to have it both ways. Being the first woman CEO of your company, or having a possible great love of your life.” He states, and you take a deep inhale at the thought.

“Someone’s feelings are ultimately going to get hurt.”

✹✹✹

“You what?”

Hoseok laughs at the highest volume he can, clapping his hands together in delight.

“She was so fucking hot, Hobi. I couldn’t resist her. We fucked nearly everywhere. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.” Namjoon shakes his head to free himself of his lustful stupor, and Hoseok laughs again, smacking Namjoon’s back.

Namjoon’s putty around Hoseok, and he lets out a bubbly giggle.

“Man, you’re glowing. You used to be such a stone cold hardass before this,” He chuckles, rubbing Namjoon’s back as he sits next to him.

“But seriously, though. Is this a tactic to get the job over her?”

Namjoon punches Hoseok in the arm and shakes his head.

“Nah, man. I think I’m really a goner this time.”

Namjoon seems to lament, and Hoseok pouts at Namjoon before he ruffles the man’s hair.

✹✹✹

“Welcome back,” Taehyung takes a deep bow at you. He looks you over as you nod and pass him. He’s not sure if it’s your tan -- or the sex -- but you’re glowing.

“You look radiant today, ma’am,” Taehyung comments, and you stop before you walk into your office. “Did everything go as planned?” He asks, looking at you.

You smirk and pull down your sunglasses, looking at him.

“If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you.” You wink, and Taehyung’s taken by surprise at how casual you are with him. He bows again as you shut the door to your office and settle in.

Taehyung’s phone rings, and he runs to pick it up.

“Is she on the phone, too?” Jimin whispers over the line.

“Yes.” Taehyung subtly looks over, and then turns his head back.

“Namjoon asked me to send all of his calls directly to his line.” Jimin chuckles.

“And you know what that means.” Jimin watches Namjoon lean back in his chair and bite his lip, and you twirl your finger around the phone cord as you bite yours.

“Oh god, are they just gonna have phone sex all day?” Taehyung nearly gags, shaking his head.

“Mhmm.” Jimin hums in agreement. “Anyway, Joon gave me a bunch of other stuff to do outside of administrative work. For the time being, at least.”

Taehyung hums, clicking around in his inbox. He finds a few emails from you as well -- indicating a new workload.

✹✹✹

“How did TechX go?” An older woman asks Namjoon. Her face is beautiful and full of character, but it’s worn with age.

Pearls adorn her neck, and she wears a cream silk blouse that’s tucked into her tailored slacks.

“It went pretty well, Mom,” He responds, sipping green tea from the china in his hand.

“Pretty well?” She asks, her voice pointed.

“Yeah, we got to speak to Jeon Jungkook-”

“You secured him?” She cuts him off and her eyes widen.

“No, my coworker did but-”

“Your coworker?” His mother slams her cup down on the table with a clink, and a few drops of liquid hit the table. She rakes her fingers through her wavy hair, and her eyes concentrate on Namjoon.

“Yeah, I was able to get a few smaller investors but she-” He continues, and his voice lowers as he looks at her expression -- which starts to grow dark. "She sealed the deal..."

“She? Namjoon...do you understand that your father is literally dead and in his grave because of how hard he worked for us? Do you have no respect for him?” She pleads as her voice trembles, and he drops his head into his hands.

"I seriously need you in control of everything. I need you getting those recommendations. No one else." She quietly sips her tea before moving on.

“Just think. How do you expect to maintain this lifestyle? Make him proud? This was his only wish for you. You must focus.” She reaches across the table and squeezes Namjoon’s arm and he sighs before he nods in agreement.

✹✹✹

The next morning, you find your limbs tangled with Namjoon’s on his couch as you kiss him. The kiss grows more heated with every minute that passes, and you squeeze your legs harder around his torso. His hands slip under your hips and he picks you up -- carrying you to his bedroom.

The wood floor squeaks as he bends down to kiss you, and you pull him back onto the bed.

“I think I want to try something different,” He whispers in your ear. You nod in confirmation, and he seals his lips to yours. You pull your lips from the kiss, your hands roaming through his hair.

“W-Wait,” You plead as Namjoon starts to get back up, and he looks down at you. Your eyes are different; not fiery with lust, but warm and flickering with specks of love instead.

You close your eyes and purse your lips before a deep sigh falls from your lips. He knits his brows together, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Baby? What is it?” He whispers, studying your expression. You caress his hair again, looking up at him intently.

"Uhm, t-this is hard for me. But I think...I-I think I'm really starting to like you." You gasp out and shut your eyes, but after a moment he meets your lips.

“You think?” He chuckles, his dimples appearing in his cheeks, and you laugh. You get too lost in the kiss he places on your lips to notice that he doesn't say it back.

"I have to get to work...my interview with Yoongi is today..." You giggle, as he pecks at your neck, snickering into your skin.

"Fine a few more minutes." You give in, watching him stand up.

He opens the drawer of a side table -- and he pulls out a small, egg-shaped vibrator, followed by a blindfold and two silk ties.

“Ooh, kinky.” You giggle as he bends down to laugh and kiss you again.

You draw your hands back over your head, and he ties your arms to the bedposts. He slips the blindfold over your eyes, carefully fastening it around the back of your head.

You hear the vibrator turn on, and you laugh as you wriggle around the bed. You jolt as you feel the vibrator floating across your skin, never quite knowing where it’s going to land.

It lands to circle around your nipple, then traces down your abdomen, and the buzzing settles just below your belly button.

Namjoon licks your wet inner thighs, sliding the vibrator over your core and lips. He moans into your core, and then you let out a harsh moan and jerk your arms as he slides the vibrator into your underwear.

You twitch and moan at the varying sensations, trying to yank your arms free.

Namjoon places a kiss on your lips, and the heat of his body disappears from yours.

“Mm-mph, you just like torturing me like this, don’t you?” You whine, still tugging at your restraints.

You gasp as you near an orgasm, and you hear shuffling as the floor creaks a few times.

You listen carefully through your breaths, and notice that the room is completely silent before you hear a door shut.

“Namjoon?”

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Q’hu’mhum’gah Culture Masterpost

so. it’s here. compiled below the cut is a combination of canon “tusken / sand people” lore and headcanons of my own creation; this is mainly for my use to easily reference but also to share with others my headcanons about the people of tatooine.

History

The Kumumgah were a technologically advanced species that lived on Tatooine.

Q'hu'mhum'gah, less formally referred to as Sand People or simply as Tuskens, were a culture of nomadic people indigenous to Tatooine. The term “Sand People” was given to them due to their existence in the desert, and was in use from at least around 4000 BBY; but the more formal name of “Tusken” was acquired much later, due to a period of concerted attacks on the settlement at Fort Tusken in 98-95 BBY. The name Q’hu’mhum’gah is an evolution, much like the people themselves, of the Kumumgah, the species from which they originated.

The Kumumgah achieved space travel among the worlds of the Outer Rim and beyond, attracting the attention of the Rakatan Infinite Empire, who conquered, enslaved, and annexed Tatooine in 25,793 BBY.

Some time before 25,200 BBY, the Kumumgah rose up against their enslavers, but were punished by orbital bombardment and left for dead.

The bombardment slagged the surface of Tatooine into little more than fused glass, which eventually crumbled into desert sand.

However, the Kumumgah had anticipated such an act, and survived by taking refuge in caves across the planet.

Over time, the Kumumgah evolved into two separate species: Jawas and Q’hu’mhum’gah.

The Q’hu’mhum’gah spent the next thousands of years as a nomadic society, attempting to come to terms with their new identity in a period they called the long walk.

After Tatooine was rediscovered by the Galactic Republic around 5000 BBY, early Human settlers were believed to have disrupted the water-supply of a settled cave-dwelling society known as Q’hu’mhum’gah culture, precipitating the transformation of the natives into what colonists called Sand People. To survive, they were forced to steal and adapt the technology of the colonists, forging the distinctive desert survival gear by which they would subsequently become so well-known. By around 4000 BBY, they were also engaged in endemic low-level warfare with the colonizers; the raids they led were among the factors that forced Czerka Corporation to abandon their attempts to operate Tatooine as a mining world.

Tatooine was largely forgotten by the wider galaxy for the next few thousand years, and the planet had to be formally rediscovered in 1100 BBY.

By the sixth century BBY, however, a mining colony had been reestablished, and the key moment in the history of the Q'hu'mhum'gah people and their relations with the outlanders occurred around 550 BBY.

Alkhara, an offworlder and rogue, was an operative of the colony's Bureau of Ethnicity and Socialization, studying the Q'hu'mhum'gah people, and falsely gaining their trust. Eventually, however, he turned against the colonists and occupied the desert fortress that was used in earlier centuries by the B'omarr Order, and in later centuries by Jabba Desilijic Tiure's criminal empire.

Alkhara later allied himself with a group of Q'hu'mhum'gah people whose bivouacs lay on the Great Mesra Plateau to wipe out a police garrison, then afterwards turned on his Q’hu’mhum’gah accomplices, and destroyed their camp. It is claimed that this was the source of a subsequent blood feud between the natives and the outlanders.

Permanent settlement by offworlders—or outlanders— resumed in 100 BBY, with the arrival of the settler ship Dowager Queen from Bestine IV. A new planetary capital called Bestine was founded, and a second settlement called Fort Tusken was established at the northern tip of the Jundland range.

At first, the new colonists seem to have been unaware of the Q'hu'mhum'gah people, but a series of attacks between 98 and 95 BBY forced the abandonment of Fort Tusken, and from that point on, the Human settlers of Tatooine referred to the natives as “Tusken Raiders."

Biology and Appearance

Q'hu'mhum'gah people were known to adopt settler orphans after raids on Human settlements and convoys, in a similar fashion to Mandalorians. There is no indication that Humans were present in any great number among the Q'hu'mhum'gah.

The lack of detailed knowledge about Q'hu'mhum'gah can be accounted for in part by the hostility of the Tatooine climate, and in part by the privacy of the Q'hu'mhum'gah themselves.

Q'hu'mhum'gah and Jawas shared common ancestry in the Kumumgah, who were taken off-world by the Infinite Empire to work as slaves by the Rakatans in the construction of the Star Forge.

Society and Culture

Q'hu'mhum'gah culture was defined by the climatic extremes of Tatooine: barren wastes stretching for days' journey on end, scoured by harsh, arid winds and searing heat by day; icy, deadly stillness after dark.

Practical survival was the first priority in terrain like this, and to protect themselves, the Q'hu'mhum'gah people learned early in their existence to cover themselves from head to foot in desert-colored rags and robes, leaving no bare skin exposed to the elements.

Their mode of dress was a direct expression of their way of life. The Q'hu'mhum'gah people never take off their robes except in the most private of moments. Even in death, they do not remove their robes.

The Q'hu'mhum'gah were divided into small tribes or clans, and roamed widely across the desert surface of Tatooine, but the focus of their habitation patterns seems to have been the Jundland Wastes, the one major area of rocky upland that rose clear of the shifting sands: in particular, the traditional sandstorm-season encampments of many clans were concentrated in an area known as The Needles.

Occasionally different clans would go to war over territory.

Sometimes tribes would form raids against offworlder colonizers through both the Jundland Wastes and the Dune Sea. Traveling on trained banthas, raiding parties would swiftly appear from the desert, riding in single file to conceal their numbers, and then disappear back into the cover of the dunes.

Due to a lack of understanding on the part of the galactic populace at large, many offworlders and outlanders regard Q’hu’mhum’gah people poorly.

Although Q'hu'mhum'gah garb varied from tribe to tribe, certain aspects of dress remained constant. The eyes of Q'hu'mhum'gah people were covered with goggles or visors which shielded them from the harsh sunlight. Covering their mouths, Q'hu'mhum'gah had a filter to help facilitate breathing in the desert. A constantly open mouthpiece covered the area between the nose and jaw, while a moisture trap worn around the neck humidified the air taken into the lungs. They might also wear elaborate jeweled masks with eye-slits, and torso-covering sand-shrouds.

Q'hu'mhum'gah people were also recognizable by their fierce gaderffii weapons. The gaderffii was incredibly integral to their culture. Every Q'hu'mhum'gah warrior created their own gaderffii stick, making each one unique. While rejecting most examples of modern technology, long-barreled Q'hu'mhum'gah Cycler rifles and stoves made of scavenged or stolen metal were not uncommon.

Although some Q’hu’mhum’gah people may wear what was once more traditionally masculine or feminine per their birth gender, modern Q’hu’mhum’gah people celebrate the freedom of choice amongst tribe members, encouraging them to choose whichever clothing they prefer so long as they still do not remove their clothing unless in extremely private settings.

Q’hu’mhum’gah often incorporated womp rat tusks into their attire. Although it varies from tribe to tribe, in many, everyone shares in the same roles; men can maintain encampments while women go out to hunt or scout. To each tribe did members serve the needed purpose.

Q'hu'mhum'gah children ( called Uli-ah ) wore unisex masks; gender-specific coverings were not allowed until they became adults.

Q'hu'mhum'gah were forbidden to take off their protective clothing in front of others, except in a few very specific circumstances: during childbirth, on their wedding night and during coming-of-age rituals ( two events which were often one and the same ), and as adults, only in the privacy of their tents with their blood-bound mates. Breaking this rule could mean either banishment or death, depending on the specific tribe’s rules.

It is due to this rule that hid the fact that not all Q’hu’mhum’gah were evolved from the Kumumgah of old: a small percentage of Q’hu’mhum’ga were Human, orphans or foundlings adopted into the tribes.

Social Organization

Q'hu'mhum'gah people organized into clans and tribes, the former being kin groups of between 20 to 30 beings, and the latter being larger affinities with no strict bounds.

In many tribes, adults of all genders assumed whatever roles were required by them in order to best suit the tribe’s needs; anyone could be a hunter and protector, and anyone could care for the camps and the children.

Often accompanied by guard massiffs

After completing the rites of adulthood at the age of eighteen, the uli-ah were granted full status within the tribe and often ( but not always, ) paired for marriage in a ceremony involving blood exchanges between the two members and their banthas.

The bantha was another vital element of Q'hu'mhum'gah culture: a large, shaggy-coated quadruped capable of surviving for long stretches in the harsh terrain of the deserts; some banthas roamed wild, but the Q'hu'mhum'gah people had learned to domesticate them. Every Q'hu'mhum'gah had their own mount from childhood, and they rode bantha-back for journeys of any length: small scouting parties of two or three mounts, or entire clan communities on seasonal migrations, they traveled through the dunes and rock formations on the shoulders of their mounts, in single file.

Q'hu'mhum'gah subsisted primarily on hubba gourds, but could become intoxicated on just a few sips of sugar water.

While leading a lifestyle that was primarily nomadic, when the hot season was at its height, semi-permanent camps would be constructed. Particular caves or hollows, spiritually connected to certain clans, were frequently visited, and were usually where the dead would be buried or special ceremonies would be held. Special water wells such as the one in Gafsa Canyon, sacred due to their rarity, were often fiercely protected.

In each tribe, a small number of individuals would be trained from birth to become Storytellers, orally learning the tales of their ancestry with perfect accuracy. This tradition was such a large part of Q'hu'mhum'gah culture that Storytellers were considered one of the most important members of a tribe. On the other hand, written communication was believed to lessen the value of Q'hu'mhum'gah history, and was often shunned by most tribes. There was only one accepted history across the many Q'hu'mhum'gah tribes, and if someone questioned or spoke even a single word of the histories incorrectly, it was considered highly disrespectful. Q'hu'mhum'gah history was passed down orally from generation to generation with almost no alterations in the material.

Mythology and Customs

The history of the Q'hu'mhum'gahs as passed down through Storytellers was considered a single, indivisible entity that took hours to recite.

Circa 4000 BBY, its contents related their entire known ancestry: their origins as the technology-loving Kumumgah, their enslavement by the Rakata whom they called "the Builders," which catalyzed the realization of the importance of a connection with the land, their revolt against the Builders and the subsequent desertification of Tatooine, a long account of tribal wars and their evolution into a desert people, and finally the colonization of their planet by the Galactic Republic.

Traditional Q'hu'mhum'gah history holds that, following the bombardment and desertification of their planet, their holy warriors drove off the Rakata oppressors through a heroic struggle.

The Q'hu'mhum'gah believe themselves to be a part of the land and regard anything that might separate them from it as a form of sacrilege. This leads them to accept only in garments that have been sanctified and only ride banthas that they believe retain a connection to the land. Any form of technology or clothing used by offworlders is believed to separate them from the land and is considered unholy. This leads them to often reject foreign technology, although they will trade metal and scrap they find with jawas.

They believe that Tatooine's two suns were beings called the Sky Brothers, with the elder having attempted to kill the younger. His failure caused him to start a lifetime of running, with his younger brother chasing him to kill him for his treachery.

Rituals

Many rituals held Q'hu'mhum'gah people society together. The most prestigious test of an adult was to hunt and slay a krayt dragon, and retrieve a pearl from its stomach. Oftentimes, members of the tribe would create spirit masks out of natural materials for use in the ensuing ritual and celebration.

The Q'hu'mhum'gah had superstitions about various landmarks on Tatooine. For example, the Q'hu'mhum'gah avoided Mushroom Mesa at all costs and always fired their blasters before passing through the B'Thazoshe Bridge.

The Q'hu'mhum'gah people and banthas shared a close, almost mystical bond. During initiation rites, a young Q'hu'mhum'gah was given a bantha and learned to care for it, with the pair becoming extremely close as the youth earned a place in its clan. When Q'hu'mhum'gah people married, their banthas also mated, and, should its rider die, their bantha usually perished shortly after. If a bantha died before its rider, its remains were placed in a large graveyard, which was treated with great respect by Q'hu'mhum'gah and other banthas. If a bantha died in the desert, the rider was often left behind to wander the desert alone. They held that if the fallen bantha's spirit wished for the rider to find a new mount, it would be so. If not, the rider would die amongst Tatooine's endless dunes. A Q'hu'mhum'gah who returned with a new mount would be held in great esteem by their tribe. The bond worked both ways, as accounts have been told of riderless banthas returning to tribes, to perhaps bond with another rider. The rest of the tribe considered the unbonded individual to be pitiable, but did not scorn them.

Language

The Q'hu'mhum'gah people spoke a guttural language known as Q'hu'mhum'gah. Many individual names were long and marked by numerous glottal stops, such as Grk'Urr'Akk, Grk'kkrs'arr, Orr Agg R'orr, Orrh Or'Ur and Orr'UrRuuR'R. However, shorter names were also recorded in some clans, and some Q'hu'mhum'gah bore patronymic / matronymic names formed from a parent's given name and a prefix: A' meaning "son of", K' meaning "daughter of”, and Q’ meaning “child of”.

As a rule, Q'hu'mhum'gah also possessed knowledge of Huttese and Jawaese, as they came into contact with these languages quite frequently.

Q’hu’mhum’gah people use a form of sign language shortened to QSL; this has been improperly noted by Human colonists as being called TSL for Tusken Sign Language.

The Q'hu'mhum'gah people did use a form of logographic writing system, but it apparently fell into disuse with the decline of their civilization. The complex writing had degraded into mere crude symbols. With no written language, the Q'hu'mhum'gah people thus relied on oral history to pass down the legends and stories of their people. As such, storytellers were held in the highest regard and charged with the responsibility of memorizing by rote the story of every clan member and piece of clan history. For apprentice storytellers, the pressure to memorize the stories precisely was intense. If an apprentice storyteller successfully recited a story perfectly, they became the clan's storyteller.

During the Clone Wars, a Q'hu'mhum'gah language pack was sold as an enhancement for protocol droids, which enabled them to acquire the Q'hu'mhum'gah language.

#; hc ( q'hu'mhum'gah )#long post cw

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lyssismagical · 4 years

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27 and/or 30 for the prompt asks if you want!

27 - “Why is there glitter everywhere”

30 - “Detention? Again?”

(I don’t know if those are from the right prompt list oops sorry)

Soft Parent!Parkner w a splash of Irongrandpa

Days at Stark Industries as CEO were always long. Peter would forever be grateful he has the opportunity to work there, it’s better than anything he’d dreamed of as a kid, even after meeting Tony, but the gratefulness for being allowed this opportunity didn’t mean his days were necessarily made easy.

Nine to five, though sometimes later as much as he hated missing dinners with his family, with some of the smartest people he’d ever met. He gets told on an almost hourly basis that he’s too young to be CEO, that anybody else could do it better than him, that he could be doing more, doing better, that his commitments to his family were taking away from his work.

Work was work somedays.

But everything was made better when he got home to his apartment in Manhattan to greet his wonderful husband and children.

And today was Friday, meaning the Stark family and May would be visiting for their weekly dinners.

When he gets home, bone-tired and heavy with the day’s work, Harley’s laughter is what greets him first. It makes his shoulder just a little less tense.

“I’m home!” he calls out, kicking off his shoes and sliding out of his jacket. He rubs the exhaustion from his eyes, tries to make his mouth lift into at least a polite smile, tries to appear put together when he makes his way into the kitchen to greet his husband.

“Honey! C’mere! I need your opinion on something.”

Almost immediately, his shoulders slump, body aching to rest for just a second but responsibilities never-ending.

Harley’s waiting for him at the stove, spoonful of what looks like stew held out. “Try this for me?”

He does as asked, thinking for only a moment before saying, “Bit more salt?”

Harley lights up in a smile. “That’s what I thought! But Tony started going on and on about blood sugar and cholesterol and health issues.”

“Tony’s here?”

“In the living room. He’s watching the kids while Pepper and Morgan pick up May.”

Peter sighs, almost too harshly because he knows what that means.

And he’s right.

He walks into the living room to find a huge mess.

“Tony.” Peter has to pause, take a deep breath and try to fix his tone before he continues, “Why is there glitter everywhere?”

Tony looks up from where he’s sitting on the floor with two of their three children. “Art project?”

Sensing Peter’s annoyance, Tony quickly continues, “We’ll clean up as soon as we’re done! It’s not my fault this time! June started asking and asking about a craft.”

“My one-year-old child who is only just learning how to talk, asked you to make a craft with her.” Peter’s voice is dripping with sarcasm. He rolls his eyes hard when he sees the amount of glitter that’s in Ben’s hair.

“I’ll clean it all up, I swear-”

“It’s fine,” Peter says, raking a hand through his hair. As much as Tony promises he’ll clean up, Peter will be finding glitter in the house for weeks after this and he’ll be the one who has to give the twins a bath.

Before Tony can argue anymore, Peter heads off to his bedroom, needing to get changed out of his button-down and slacks, needing to take a shower but knowing he doesn’t have the time, needing just a second to sit down.

“Daddy?”

Peter turns, fingers stilling on his buttons. “Hi, honey, how was your day?”

“Alright. Papa took us all to the park to see the ducks and the squirrels. You okay?” Elizabeth moves into the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed, wide blue eyes focusing on him with an absurd amount of worry for a four-year-old. “Sorry ‘bout the glitter. I told Papa not to let Grandpa.”

“It’s alright, hon, thank you. I’m just tired from work. Do you want to do me a favour though?”

Elizabeth lights up, always prepared to do anything. “What?”

“Could you go tell your grandpa to let Papa watch your siblings while he picks up a cheesecake from the bakery?”

She giggles and takes off down the hallway, shouting, “Grandpa! Grandpa!”

Peter changes into loose clothes, Harley’s old sweater and pyjama pants because he can’t help himself from stealing his husband’s clothing even years into marriage. And finally sits down.

Harley appears only a moment later, quiet and doesn’t need to ask. He sits beside Peter, hesitates for just a second, and then wraps his arms around Peter. Immediately, Peter’s whole body relaxes into his husband, breathing evening out and muscles soothed.

“Thank you,” Peter murmurs, tucking his head into the crook of Harley’s neck, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Peter shrugs. “It’s all the same stuff. I don’t know if they’ll ever get bored of telling me I’m too young to be CEO or that I’ve been given everything on a silver platter and don’t deserve it after all the work they’ve put in. I know they think I’m just some kid who got Tony’s attention, but I work hard, I went through a hell of a lot to get where I am, you know?”

“I know. You’re the hardest working, smartest person I know, sweetheart. You deserve the position more than any of those petty dumbasses. I don’t know how they don’t see how wonderful you are and I’m sorry you come home to this. I swear I asked Tony to keep the mess to a minimum and not to touch the glitter… I just needed a second to make dinner without kids on my feet.”

“But you’re…” Peter doesn’t want to ask the most insecure question there is. “You’re happy, though, right? Being a stay-at-home dad, spending all day with our kids. This is all still good?”

Harley smiles, kissing Peter’s head. “Of course I’m happy. I love you, I love our kids, I love us. I don’t think that’s ever going to change.”

“Good.”

Everything’s quiet for a second and then they hear the pounding footsteps of Elizabeth, followed by the doorbell ringing. A second later, chatting fills the apartment signaling Pepper, Morgan, and May arriving.

“We should go,” Peter says, smiling.

“You can have another minute, if you want. I can get May to watch the twins and Morgan to watch Liz while I make dinner with Pepper. You can take your time.”

Peter links their hands together, smile widening. “I’m okay as long as you promise you’ll be the one to vacuum the living room if I bathe the twins.”

“Anything for you.”

They head out of the room together, to greet their family, hand-in-hand. Pepper and May are already each carrying one of the twins. Morgan’s kneeling on the floor with Elizabeth, complimenting her hair and asking about school.

They all smile when they see the boys, taking turns to give hugs around the family.

Peter takes June from May, pressing a kiss to her forehead, trying to avoid the copious amounts of glitter on her. “What took you so long to get here? Traffic really that bad?”

“No, Morgan didn’t leave school at three. She was there until five.”

“Detention? Again?” Harley pipes up, wincing. He ruffles a hand through Elizabeth’s hair. “What did you do this time?”

Morgan grins. “There was this hot guy in my English class and I was totally staring which is why I saw him staring at the teacher’s chest! And I was grossed out so I followed him to Spanish where he stared at pretty much every single girl in the hallway! So I, may or may not have, slashed his tires.”

“And you got detention?” Peter asks, avoiding Pepper’s eyes when she glares at him for encouraging Morgan’s behavior.

“Right?” Morgan exclaims. “I couldn’t believe it! I told them like a hundred times that he was the one doing wrong, not me, but they said slashing his tires shouldn’t have been my response. But my English teacher was so grateful she gave him the responsibility of cleaning the classroom every day after school.”

Harley laughs. “Small victories, I guess. And I can’t really say much. I think my total number of detentions over four years at Rose Hill was something around four hundred. Anyway, I’ll be finishing up dinner in the kitchen, you wanna help me, Liz?”

“I’ll pop a wine?” Peter offers, needing a glass just as much as Pepper looks like she does.

“Can I have some?” Morgan looks to Peter despite needing permission from her mom.

Pepper rolls her eyes, not even bothering to answer as she heads off to the kitchen after Harley and Elizabeth, May in tow.

Morgan’s sixteen, not quite old enough to be allowed one, but Peter doesn’t mind bending the rules for his little sister. “Just a tiny bit and then you’ll be on juice like the little ones for the rest of the night, ‘kay?”

“Hell yeah!” Morgan exclaims, bouncing off to the kitchen. “This is why you’re the best, Peter!”

Peter stands at the door for a second, June still tucked against his side on his hip, a smile on his face.

Even if work feels hard somedays, even if his family drives him up the wall with their endless chaos, even if there’s glitter everywhere in his apartment, even if Morgan’s going through the worst of her teenage years, even if he’s one of the parents to two one-year-olds and a four-year-old, even if it’s hard, life is good.

He’s happy.

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thebiasrekkers · 4 years

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Additional Warnings: Actual smut (strip tease, heavy foreplay, fingering, hand job, body worship, pre-cum), allusion to kidnapping

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 4,315

Tag List: @prisczero, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali, @shrimpmsg,

AN: So...this is the beginning of the end. To everyone who has faithfully followed this series from the start, I thank you. I appreciate you. It’s about to be a very bumpy ride. I’m going to go ahead and apologize in advance. I’m sorry for the hurt and pain that is coming. Please stay with me until the end.

Chapter 48: Home

“We won’t talk but we’ll be comfortable. If only I have you, it’ll be my home.“

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

Hwaseong – Gyeonggi Province South Korea

Eden smiled as she felt Jungkook wrap his heavier coat around her shoulders. Children raced past them, squealing in delight as they chased each other. One child barreled into her back, causing her to stumble forward a little. Jungkook cuffed the little boy on his head and Eden tugged at Jungkook’s ear to get him to stop. The little boy sniffled, apologizing, and Eden gave him a few bills so he could buy some snacks with his friends. Jungkook smirked, watching the little boy blush as he looked at her, bowed, and then scrambled off to be with his friends.

“You’re too easy on them,” he teased.

She rolled her eyes. “They’re just kids. Let them be kids.” Eden paused as they reached the corner of the street. “They should have that luxury, don’t you think?”

When she looked up at Jungkook, something flickered across his gaze. His brows furrowed and she immediately regretted saying what she had. Her intention hadn’t been to make him feel guilty, but he still did. Old memories were dredged up, something that they talked about in length once when they were up late watching Korean gangster movies while sharing a bottle of whiskey. They both never really got to be kids; the world forced them to grow up and deal with the adult world before they physically became adults.

It wasn’t a life either of them chose for themselves, but it wasn’t a life they regretted either. It made them who they were now. It was the life that led them to each other.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook-ah,” she said softly, “I shouldn’t have said that…”

He shook his head roughly from side to side, taking her arm and looping it through his. “No, you’re right. They should be able to run and play and rough around like they want while they can.”

She smiled, relieved to know that he felt the same way she did.

They continued down the path, passing various street stalls that sold food, clothes, and other trinkets. It was Spring and Summer would soon be approaching. Flowers were blooming and green returned to the once barren trees that lined the streets. The air was starting to warm up, but there was still that little bit of chill in the air that swept through and touched the marrow of bones.

Most women would have found coming to a back end province like Hwaseong deplorable – especially for a honeymoon getaway. But Eden insisted that this was the place she wanted to spend time with her husband – the place where he sealed away all his childhood memories; where his dreams first began.

The place where he called home.

Hwaseong was rural in most aspects, but there were industrial districts. She preferred the softer sides of his hometown, the places where all the rolling hills and lush forests flourished. It was peaceful, quiet, and a place where she could gather her thoughts. Jungkook pointed out the places that meant the most to him and she made mental notes of them; filing them away to be explored in depth later.

One by one, he went by all the places that his brothers called home. Some of their family members came out to greet them and Jungkook simply introduced Eden as his girlfriend. She didn’t mind, seeing as how they were both wearing their wedding bands as necklaces. But just for now. Eden agreed that it was better if they kept their marriage a secret, especially since tensions between the Jade Fangs and the former Golden Jackals had the potential to escalate. It was the safer and smarter way to go about things. Jimin was the only one who knew and they would keep it that way until everything finally settled down.

As each day passed, she was able to see the lake where he first met the others – the ones he called his brothers. They were all children back then, playing around the Han River in their underwear and throwing rocks at the lake while fishing. He took her to the orphanage that cared for him until he was old enough to get a job and go to school. As painful as it must have been, Jungkook even showed her the home he used to live in with his parents before they threw him away. A different family lived there now.

Everything was a precious memory, good and bad, and Eden tucked them away without judgment.

They returned to the hotel, deciding to order takeout and have it brought to their room. Lavish as their lodgings were, it seemed a bit silly, seeing as how Hwaseong became a bit of a tourist trap in recent years. It gave the community a chance to build something expansive and eye-catching, grabbing at the ankles of wealthy tourists to come and spend their money on pricey hotel suites and cheap souvenirs boasting ancient history in the inner square’s markets.

But it was the little things that counted.

After they finished eating, Eden began washing dishes in the sink of the suite’s kitchen. As she placed a few on the drying rack, she felt Jungkook approach her from behind. He slid his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder as she continued to work. She smiled when he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck and she wiggled a little, his fringe tickling her cheek.

“Let’s go back to Seoul tomorrow,” he said suddenly, lacing his fingers together across her stomach.

She rinsed off a plate, intent on focusing on the task at hand. “Why? I thought we were staying here for a few more days?” Eden pouted, casting a sidelong glance at him. “Are we cutting the honeymoon short?”

She understood if it needed to be done. Sometimes work couldn’t be avoided. But that didn’t mean she had to like it.

Jungkook laughed, pressing his mouth to her temple. “No, we’re not.” He reached up to brush some of her hair behind her ear. “I actually have another surprise for you.”

“You and your surprises,” Eden muttered, unable to hide the tiny smirk that appeared.

“Trust me,” he whispered, “you’ll love it.”

Seoul – Itaewon; Yongsan District South Korea

“Uh, Jungkook?”

“Hm?”

“What is this?”

“What is what?”

Eden turned to look at Jungkook, seeing the look of pride all but explode over his face. He was practically beaming and he took a moment to meet her gaze. Eden blinked up at him, then craned her neck to look back at the large house surrounded by a thicket of private trees. There was a small stairwell that led up to the front door, a small awning perched from the siding of the slate walls. A large front deck wrapped around the house, a two-story home that boasted modern features with a hint of traditional landscaping.

She pointed to the house – her finger aimed at the large window on the second floor.

“This,” she said again, “what is this?”

“A house,” he said, amusement laced through his words, “our house.”

Whipping her head to look at him. She could see no trace of a lie or even a tease. “Excuse me, what?”

Laughing, Jungkook grabbed her by the hand and tugged her along – pulling her up the short set of steps while rustling around for a set of keys. Slipping it into the door, he twisted the key and ushered her inside. Eden was only barely able to get her shoes off as he helped her into a pair of house slippers.

“I’ll get an electronic lock installed later. I just couldn’t wait to show this to you.”

She had no words. Even if she had, Eden was positive they would have tumbled to the floor in a meaningless collection of jargon she wouldn’t have been able to understand. Everything was brand new. The floor was made of polished hardwood, the furniture sleek and modern. Only the throw pillows were unfashionable as they sported various characters from anime that Eden liked – a large Princess Mononoke throw blanket draped across the back of the large couch in the living room.

Eden took a few steps forward, her eyes darting in every direction to take everything in. The kitchen was large, sporting a marble island with stools around it. Large windows allowed for natural light to flood the rooms, showing off the view of the front and side gardens. A huge flat screen television decorated the wall near an ornate entertainment center – a fireplace nestled in the corner with freshly cut logs near the hearth to be used during the colder months.

Turning to look at Jungkook, she didn’t have time to speak before he was already scooping her into his arms and carrying her up the stairs.

“We can explore the rest of the house tonight,” he said, leaning in to press his lips along the shell of her ear, “but there’s one place I want us to go.”

Eden felt her cheeks getting warmer. She knew the look in his eyes and understood what his intentions were. So it didn’t come as a surprise to her when he pushed open a door with his shoulder to reveal a large master bedroom. Without wasting a moment more, Jungkook set her down so her feet hit the floor, his lips moving to capture hers in a heated kiss. She moaned unconsciously into his mouth, her hands moving to rest on his shoulders as he hurriedly popped the buttons of her jeans loose.

His large hands moved to all but tear the hoodie from her, pulling it up and over her head so that it landed on the floor without a second glance. She tried to say something – anything – but the words were lost as he kissed her; his tongue slipping in between her lips to brush along her canines. Eden took a step back, her calf hitting the edge of the bed and she nearly stumbled backwards. Jungkook caught her by the waist, his hands warm against her skin. His fingers pressed into her waist, curling into the waistband of her jeans and she felt her breath hitch when he knocked his hips against hers. She could feel his erection through his pants, and she squeezed her thighs together a little bit tighter – attempting to get friction where she needed it most.

Jungkook’s kiss grew a bit more feverish, a hand moving from her waist to trail up her exposed back. Eden felt her skin pepper out in goosebumps – chasing the path that his hand made along her skin. Pausing to rest at the nape of her neck, Eden can’t help the sigh that managed to escape – lost in the cavern of his mouth. She tilted her head slightly, trying to get at his mouth at a better angle. But he chose that moment to break the kiss, trailing his mouth along the column of her neck. She felt his body almost vibrate as she reached out to pull at his shirt, yanking it free from his pants.

She felt his hand moving from the back of her neck, his fingers slowly clambering up to thread through her hair. His other hand was still at her hip and she could feel him tracing small circles around her skin before dipping below the waistband of her panties. Eden gasped softly as the sound of her zipper sliding down seemed to ricochet off the walls.

Jungkook broke the kiss again, moving a step back so he could slowly sink to the floor to his knees while taking her pants with him. He urged her to step out of them completely when they were bunched around her ankles and she complied, her legs trembling when he pressed his lips along her inner thigh. A hand slid down to the crown of his head, carding through his hair. Delicate hands moved to caress along her skin, finally smoothing over the curves of her thighs and then gripping onto her panties. He dragged them down, his lips giving chase to the material as he let it fall to her ankles.

Without having to be told, Eden stepped out of them as well.

Clad in just her bra, she felt overly exposed in a way that felt a little embarrassing. It was still broad daylight and Jungkook was being shamelessly intimate. The curtains weren’t drawn over the windows and while she knew the home was nestled in their own private sanctuary, Eden felt like someone was watching her; like they were being watched. It was a weird kink that she never believed she could properly give a voice to, but Jungkook indulged her whenever he could.

Licking a trail up her body, he paused just long enough to press his lips atop the swell of her breasts. He reached behind her, unhooking her bra and she let it fall to the ground. It, too, would be forgotten until it was deemed fit to be remembered.

Eden pouted as he smiled down at her, his eyes full of dark arousal. She could tell he was holding himself back a measure and she lightly smacked him on the chest with the back of her hand. His eyes crinkled in the corners, his gaze softening as he looked back at her.

“I’m the only one naked,” she murmured, “no fair.”

Reaching out to grasp one of her hands, he moved so that it now rested along the center of his chest. She could feel the heavy thrum of his heartbeat beneath her palm and he quirked a brow at her. She wasn’t sure what he was trying to ask her.

“Then make it fair,” he replied, his voice low and raspy.

Eden couldn’t keep the look of surprise and amusement from dancing over her face. She bit her lower lip, her hands moving to undo each button before shoving the material back and off his shoulders. He shrugged out of the shirt, shaking his hands so he was free of the material. Eden immediately went to his belt, pulling the leather through the loops of his jeans and then dropping it to the floor.

She could admit she wasn’t nearly as patient as her husband and he laughed, watching her popping the button of his jeans loose while frantically pulling at the zipper. His hands moved to still over hers and he lifted her easily off the floor. Eden wriggled when she felt him kissing her stomach, laughing as he tossed her onto the bed.

She cooed softly as he slid out of his jeans and boxers in one swift motion. His shaft twitched in response to him drinking her in. She could see his pupils dilating as he climbed over her like a predator about to devour his prey. His hands slid between her thighs to press along her folds, feeling the slickness that escaped from how heavy her own arousal was. Moaning at his touch, Eden tried to move away from him, but he wouldn’t give her any quarter. Instead, he lowered his head to capture an exposed nipple between his lips.

Pleasure exploded over her skin and she nearly bucked from his finger pressing against the sensitive nub between her legs. He rubbed agonizingly slow circles around it before dipping into her slit to caress at her inner walls. In the haze of her lust, she could see the milky white fluid beading at the slit of his tip. She wanted to taste it but her selfish desire was knocked clean from her mind when he slid another finger into her.

Her hips lifted, pushing his digits further inside of her. Jungkook moved his face to lavish affection to the other nipple. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, his thumb continuing to rub circles over her clit. Electric shocks exploded behind her eyes and he lifted his face to catch her mouth in an open-mouthed kiss. Sucking on her tongue, Eden closed her eyes and moaned – unsure how much longer she was going to be able to handle this assault against her entire person.

As if he’d read her mind, Jungkook removed his fingers from her folds. Eden whined, shocked at her internal outrage to being deprived of her own pleasure. She watched Jungkook using her juices to coat his erection, his hand slowly stroking over himself. He gripped the base of the shaft and she felt herself getting wetter just watching him. After a moment of this, he straddled her hips – positioning himself as he pressed the tip of his erection against her clit. Again, she hissed in pleasure, feeling her walls growing more and more slick as he teased her folds.

“My god,” Jungkook whispered, “you’re beautiful.”

“Jungkook-ah…”

“You’re my wife.” He smiled down at her. “How did I get so lucky?”

Eden felt tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She laughed softly, not caring that they leaked out and into her ears. Jungkook leaned down to press a kiss to her mouth, his lips moving along the curve of her jaw until he caressed the lobe of her ear.

“I love you,” he said softly, pressing the head of his erection into her entrance. She sucked in air between her teeth as he inched forward a little bit more. “I love you so much, Eden.”

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer. “I love you too, Jungkook.”

As if those were the words he’d been waiting for, he pushed himself forward completely – filling her insides. Her walls clamped down around him instinctively, holding him in place. As he pushed and pulled against her, the friction created was almost jarring. The pace was slow at first, but it didn’t take Jungkook long to speed things up. Eden rocked her hips against his, rising to meet his as he came down along her. There were wet, sloppy sounds of skin slapping against skin and it didn’t take long for their sweat-soaked skin to glide over each other with each hurried pulse of their movements.

And then he hit that spot; the spot that drove her half-mad. The spot that almost always left her fucked out of her head. Eden dug her nails into his skin, leaving half-moon marks along his muscles. She dragged her fingers down, red angry trails chasing after her fingernails before she clamped onto his forearms. He was practically jack-hammering into her, reaching his own favored spot, until she was seeing stars from the orgasm that began to overtake her. Her voice started off low until it soon escalated to a scream; one that she was almost positive rattled the windows. Jungkook wasn’t far behind her, her name bellowing from his lungs.

Heat filled her core, spreading over her entire body. She felt Jungkook shift his body slightly, collapsing beside her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, still buried inside of her, and pulled her close so that she was nestled perfectly against his form. He whispered words of love into her ear and Eden was barely conscious enough to hear them. But not before she was able to tell him that she loved him back.

They’d made a mess over their brand-new bed; their new bedding.

Neither of them cared.

Five Months Later

“I’m proud of you, y’know that?”

Eden smiled while rolling her eyes at the phone situated on the nightstand. Raelyn smirked back at her on the screen. They’d been Face Timing each other since Jungkook left for work in the morning. He had a few errands to run and she was leaving the shop in Minki’s hands. Eden folded a few more items on the bed, organizing them, and then placed the clothes into the small suitcase.

“I’m serious. This is pretty gutsy of you and I’m glad you’re doin’ it.”

After she threw the small plastic bag of toiletries on top of the clothes, she moved to sit on the bed. She picked up the phone and flopped back onto the bed.

“I know,” she said with a sigh, “I’m just a little nervous, I guess.”

“Don’t be. I mean, do be, but don’t let that shake you up.” She watched Raelyn’s brows furrow. “They know you’re comin’, right? You’re not just showing up unannounced?”

Again, Eden rolled her eyes. “Yes, they know I’m coming.”

Raelyn held a hand up. “Look, I’m just makin’ sure, alright?” She paused and Eden lofted a brow. “I’m a little surprised they agreed to this.”

She scoffed, clambering off the bed. “Like they have a choice. From what I was able to find out, I’m the only child my mother ever had before she died. I’m sure they’re just as curious about me as I am about them.”

She still didn’t know why she was doing this. Part of her wanted to call the whole thing off. It wasn’t like things were going to change by doing this. Seeing her mother’s family, the people who treated her like the black sheep of their bloodline, only angered Eden. But she also knew that she couldn’t abandon them. Not until she really got to see them for who they truly were. After that, she would make her decision on whether to continue having them circulating around her life.

“Well, when you get there, you show them exactly who the hell you are and that you ain’t playin’ any games.”

Eden couldn’t stop herself from laughing. “I think you should be more worried about that little troublemaker growing inside of you, don’t you?”

“Girl, don’t get me started,” Raelyn said, the bitter tone evident in her voice, “between Anastasia’s mood swings and Taehyung being my damn shadow, I don’t have time to get into anything stupid.”

She closed the suitcase and secured the locks, picking it up and unlatching the extended handle. Eden made her way out of the bedroom and headed downstairs, the suitcase rolling behind her as she continued to hold the phone up in front of her.

“Good,” she said once she made it to the ground floor, “because I don’t need to be working my nerves while I’m on this trip. They’re frayed as it is.”

This time Raelyn scoffed. “You’ll be fine. Is Jungkook takin’ you to the train station?”

“No. He’s busy with work and I told him not to worry about it.”

“Three days, right?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Though depending on how the trip goes, I may come back early.”

“I heard Daegu is beautiful this time of year. Make sure you take a lot of pictures.”

“I will, I will,” Eden reassured. She opened the front door and closed it behind her, the electronic lock beeping to let her know it was secured. “I’ll call you when I get there.”

“Alright. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Hanging up the call, she pulled up her messages. She shot Jungkook a quick text to let him know she was heading to the train station. Eden knew he was busy at the recording studio and didn’t want to interrupt him while he worked.

Jungkook: Be safe. Call me as soon as you’ve arrived. I love you.

Smiling, she sent him a heart emoji. She was never a big fan of texting and he knew that about her. He never nagged her about it. Eden was a woman who believed that actions spoke louder than words. She’d always been this way. She was thankful that Jungkook understood and accepted this – always willing to meet her halfway.

He sent her two heart emojis back.

Making her way toward the front gate, Eden pushed it open and pulled her suitcase behind her. She turned to close the gate, tugging at the bars to make sure the latch caught properly. Checking her watch, she saw she had plenty of time to get to the train station.

Maybe I should call him anyway, she thought, moving to head down the long walkway leading from the house.

Eden managed to take a few steps forward before someone stepped in front of her. The heels of her sneakers scuffed along the ground as she stopped, lifting her head to see who was blocking her path. He looked a little familiar, but she wasn’t quite sure from where. Blinking a few times, she watched the other man’s small smile growing little by little.

She didn’t have time for this. Maybe she was mistaken.

“Excuse me,” she said through clenched teeth, moving so she could side-step him. He shifted to resume blocking her path. Eden shot him a glare. “Move.”

“You’re still as feisty as ever, I see,” he said. She said nothing, narrowing her eyes. “I know it’s been awhile, but I’m a little hurt you don’t remember me.”

“Should I?”

The man lifted his hand in the air, miming holding a shot glass. He made a motion to show he was tipping the glass back into his mouth. Eden scrutinized him a moment longer and he merely continued to smile.

And then it hit her.

“You,” she growled, her eyes narrowing to slits. “Yoo Kihyun.”

He snapped his fingers. “Bingo.”

Eden reached into her pocket. “What do you want?”

He shrugged. “Isn’t it obvious?” When his eyes met hers, they were dark and cold. It caused Eden to hesitate for just a moment. “It’s you.”

That moment of hesitation was her undoing. She failed to notice the look of triumph painted over his face. She’d missed the sound of movement behind her. And before she could register that she was being ambushed, Eden felt a sharp prick to the back of her neck.

It didn’t take long. If given the chance, she would have only been able to count to five.

Five seconds before the world went dark.

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faintingheroine · 4 years

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Chinese Wuthering Heights (Episode 1)

A few weeks ago I’ve stumbled upon a Chinese soap opera based on Wuthering Heights. I’ve immediately decided to watch and do a review of it, but the fact that it is 30 episodes long and still doesn’t do the second half kind of made me hesitate (really they had no excuse to not do the second half). But my curiosity got the better of me and I’ve decided to watch and review it anyway.

Since I’ve found this series completely by chance and it might be difficult to find it on the internet, I will reblog this post and give a link to the playlist of the episodes.

Since I’ve went into watching this series with no idea what to expect and since the people who are reading this are unlikely to be familiar with it, this ended up being an opinionated and detailed recap of the first episode rather than a review.

I’ll call the characters by the names of their book counterparts for clarity’s sake.

I am unfamiliar with Chinese history and culture, so please feel free to correct me if I say anything widely off the mark or offensive.

So let’s get started with the first episode.

Intro is super dramatic with scenes of people slapping each other, and the scenes that are chosen seem to summarize the plot of the whole show.

According to the only English post about this show that I’ve found on the internet, the show takes place in Late Qing Dynasty/Early Republican Era China. So, it is set in early 20th century China. Based solely on the scenes in the intro, the clothing of the characters seems to get more Westernized as the story goes on.

The story is narrated by Nelly as in the book. The episode starts with Nelly (who is actually the age she is supposed to be in the book, yay) bringing food to Cathy. But Cathy is not in her room and is being naughty by attempting to free a bird (*metaphors*). Joseph scolds Nelly for Cathy’s naughtiness but Cathy defends Nelly.

Mrs. Earnshaw arrives at the scene and Cathy’s naughtiness is once again blamed on Nelly. But Cathy bravely tells that Nelly needn’t be blamed, it was all her. (This is honestly nicer than anything Cathy in the book has ever done). Apparently in her dream her father had told Cathy that she has to pick him up from the town (I don’t know how this relates to the bird to be honest). Mr. Earnshaw seems to be away at the equivalent of Liverpool.

Earnshaws of this version aren’t upper middle class owners of a farm but a noble family with lots of servants.

On the way to the town Mr. Earnshaw relives the trauma of losing his son. Apparently he arrived at the place where his grave is. There is a surprising amount of focus on the dead Earnshaw son in this adaptation.

Back at the Linton home, Mrs. Linton is scolding Mr. Linton because he doesn’t get Mr. Earnshaw from the town. Mr. Earnshaw is Mr. Linton’s older brother in this adaptation! (There wasn’t enough near-incestous relationships in the source material apparently). And Lintons are the poorer family and rely on the Earnshaws to support them! And Mrs. Linton is clearly envious of Earnshaws’ wealth and status. This is quite the change from the source material!

Isabella tries to get Edgar to come to breakfast but Edgar playfully hides from her and then scares her.

We see Heathcliff picking up fruits in the forest where the Earnshaw son’s grave is. I don’t want to be stereotypical and compare the two East Asian adaptations, but his hair looks a lot like that of the Japanese Heathcliff in the 1988 Japanese adaptation of Wuthering Heights.

I couldn’t find a photo of the child Heathcliff in the Japanese adaptation unfortunately.

Mr. Earnshaw immediately associates this child he met at the graveyard with his dead son and thus we get a neat explanation of Heathcliff’s adoption.

Nelly talks about how sadly Mr. Linton played his violin.

It is getting dark and Mr. Earnshaw still hasn’t arrived at his home despite Mrs. Earnshaw expecting him by supper time (which is a detail that is taken from the book). Edgar wants Nelly to play chess with him but Isabella wants Nelly to play with herself. Here all the children know each other from the start.

Cathy gets dressed up as her father and makes everyone laugh. They got her tomboyish and playful personality right. Hindley is still nowhere to be seen? I guess he isn’t in this. A Wuthering Heights adaptation without Hindley? That’s a first.

Mr. Earnshaw finally arrives at home.

Cathy and the Lintons have a very sibling-like relationship here. They call each other “brother” and “sister”. This makes the eventual Cathy-Edgar marriage even weirder.

Edgar talks about his studies to Mr. Earnshaw.

I get the feeling that in this adaptation the characters of Edgar and Hindley are blended and Edgar will be wary of Heathcliff since he is the next-in-line as the sonless Mr. Earnshaw’s nephew. Maybe the writers didn’t find Mr. Earnshaw preferring Heathcliff to his biological son appropriate?

Heathcliff is brought into the sight of the Earnshaw/Linton family. Edgar immediately calls him a “little devil”. Mr. Earnshaw scolds him. Mr. Earnshaw calls Heathcliff to the table and gives him food. Children are disgusted by his lack of manners while eating. Edgar calls him a “little beggar”. (I think it is clear at this point that this is a composite character of Edgar and Hindley, but I will call him “Edgar” for clarity’s sake). Edgar apparently tries to give Heathcliff some food but it turns out that he put some weird shellfish thing in it (which is certainly more of a Hindley move than an Edgar one). Heathcliff angrily throws something at him. (Is this the applesauce incident? It is too early in the story to be the applesauce incident).

Joseph blames the whole incident on Heathcliff since Edgar is above him in status. Classic Joseph. Heathcliff gets a haircut.

Mr. Earnshaw tells his wife that he believes that he was led by something to his son’s graveyard. This lends credence to the idea that there is something supernatural going on with Heathcliff. Mr. Earnshaw likened Heathcliff’s silence to his dead son’s (who apparently couldn’t talk at three years old - interesting). Mrs. Earnshaw is moved by her husband’s story (very unlike her book counterpart).

Next day, Joseph makes Heathcliff into a servant. Heathcliff starts to work at the kitchen and Cathy accuses him of stealing food. This is their first actual interaction. Slightly more promising than her spitting at him. Heathcliff gives Cathy the silent treatment.

Mr. Earnshaw sold some of his properties in his last business trip and Mrs. Linton clearly doesn’t like that. I guess Mrs. Linton is the resident Scheming Bitch that is mandatory in every soap opera. Mr. Linton is characterized as very shy and is not interested in worldly matters. (Maybe the dead Earnshaw son took after his uncle?)

Earnshaws are very forgiving of Heathcliff’s lack of manners and adaptability issues. They are characterized as a very nice couple that only aim to do charity work. All the evil here comes from the Scheming Lintons.

Heathcliff can’t talk at all instead of speaking “gibberish” like in the novel.

Mrs. Earnshaw likes Heathcliff nearly as much as her husband. Mrs. Linton offers to give Heathcliff Edgar’s old clothes to test the Earnshaws and is super offended when they accept it.

Mrs. Linton tells her husband when they are alone that she feels bad for the Earnshaws because their son died and that she can give them Edgar. Mrs. Linton is offended that a nobody Mr. Earnshaw brought home can throw things at Edgar and Mr. Earnshaw can be ok with that. To be fair, she is not completely wrong.

Edgar, Cathy and Isabella are studying while Heathcliff is doing housework. Cathy sees that Heathcliff is wearing Edgar’s clothes and tells Edgar. Edgar beats Heathcliff up, girls separate them. Nelly informs Edgar that Mrs. Linton was the one who gave Heathcliff his clothes.

Mrs. Earnshaw asks Nelly why Heathcliff looks beaten up. Nelly attempts to lie and say that he stumbled while fetching water. Classic Nelly. Then she tells the truth.

Mrs. Linton tells Edgar that he is the young lord of the family and Heathcliff is just a beggar. (Really I’m calling this character “Edgar” but he is 80 percent Hindley and 20 percent Edgar so far). Mrs. Linton warns his son that he shouldn’t offend his uncle, and that he is the only heir of the house and should act like it.

Mr. Earnshaw is talking about his businesses to his wife. Mrs. Earnshaw says to him that they need to buy new clothes for Heathcliff from the town, and that it is not actually appropriate for a servant to wear Edgar’s clothes. Her husband thinks that Edgar is too spoilt and arrogant because he is the only boy of the family.

Next day Mr. Earnshaw brings Heathcliff to the town to buy new clothes for him. The tailor mistakes Heathcliff for Mr. Earnshaw’s son and Mr. Earnshaw doesn’t correct him. Mr. Earnshaw buys some sweets for Heathcliff at the town and Mr. Linton witnesses it.

Mr. Earnshaw tells his wife of the mistake the tailor made. Mrs. Earnshaw thinks that he should have sent Heathcliff to the town with a servant. She worries that Edgar’s feelings might be hurt because Heathcliff attacked him. Mr. Earnshaw rightly tells her that Edgar was the first to bully Heathcliff by calling him a “devil” and a “beggar”. Mrs. Earnshaw tells her husband that Edgar had fought with Heathcliff over the clothes.

Nelly finds Heathcliff outside and Heathcliff gives her Edgar’s clothes. Nelly tells him that Edgar doesn’t get mad as long as the servants don’t upset him and that servants should be humble in front of the young lords and ladies. Heathcliff should be a diligent worker so that Joseph doesn’t scold him and he can ask for her help if he doesn’t know something. This girl really is Nelly.

And the first episode ends here.

Quite a bit is different from the source material. I feel like they wanted to change one thing, and they had to change a bunch of other things to make that change work. They simply didn’t want Hindley to exist in this adaptation and Edgar’s counterpart had to take his role. So they had to make him Mr. Earnshaw’s nephew and they had to make Lintons poorer than Earnshaws for Edgar to feel threatened by Heathcliff’s presence. And the whole logic of the story changed because of this.

I don’t know why they wanted to write out such a crucial character as Hindley. My guess is that it wasn’t appropriate for Mr. Earnshaw to bring Heathcliff home when he already has a son? I’ve considered it being for budget reasons but this is not a cheap production. It is a period drama with nice costumes and settings. Surely they could pay one more actor playing a main role? If this change has something to do with Chinese culture and values please let me know. Of course it is always possible that writers just felt like it.

A good portion of this episode is taken up by the interactions of Earnshaw and Linton parents and to be honest I didn’t really like their whole dynamic. I don’t know if it is even right to call them Earnshaws and Lintons since they are the same family. I guess they should be collectively called the House of Tian (the name of the family). I didn’t like the binary between the good, noble, patriarchal Earnshaws and the evil scheming Mrs. Linton and her doormat of a husband. I guess the character of Ambitious Scheming Sister-in-law is universal in soap operas regardless of their country of origin. And of course Lintons being poorer than Earnshaws is completely against the book. (Though I guess Cathy will be of lower status than Edgar when her father dies because Edgar will be the lord of the house).

But, despite the massive changes in plot, character motivations and setting, this still felt like Wuthering Heights. More than some of the more “legitimate” adaptations. I think there are two main reasons for this. Firstly, I can’t know how true the subtitles are, but the language that is used seems to echo the book’s language, especially in regards to the insults that are thrown at Heathcliff. And many of the scenes echoed the similar scenes in the novel, though they were placed differently.

Secondly, and much more importantly, Heathcliff and Cathy, the main characters, are mostly true to their book counterparts. Heathcliff is mostly Heathcliff and Cathy is mostly Cathy. We didn’t really see them bonding in this episode, and I’m curious as to how the show will present their relationship.

All the child characters are very well done. Even the Edgar/Hindley hybrid child is well-done if you can accept that he mostly plays the role of Hindley at this part of the story. Despite him being an arrogant bully, you can sympathize with his panic at the possibility of being replaced by Heathcliff in his uncle’s affections. In some ways his panic feels more valid than book Hindley’s, because he is Mr. Earnshaw’s nephew, not his son. Nelly is awesome. She is Nelly. From the little glimpses we saw of her, Isabella also seems true to her book counterpart.

As a show, I’ve had fun watching this. It was the first Chinese Drama I’ve ever watched and I’ve enjoyed it. It isn’t Art, it is very much a melodramatic soap opera, but it was fun for what it is.

If you have made it this far in reading this recap/review, please tell me if you are interested in reading more on this show. I think it is an interesting adaptation. I can’t promise that I will watch all 30 episodes, but I will try to make it to the “I am Heathcliff” part.

I will post a link to the playlist of the episodes in reblogs if anyone is interested in watching it.

See you next time!

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scotianostra · 4 years

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Today's first anniversary is about one of our most popular Folk singer-songwriters.

25th June 1936 saw the birth of Roy Williamson.

Roy Murdoch Buchanan Williamson was born in Edinburgh, the son of Archibald and Agnes Williamson. From a very well-to-do family of Aberdeen solicitors, Archibald had moved to the capital, where he soon established himself as a prominent advocate who was tipped to become a King’s Counsel. His mother was Agnes Cumming, the daughter of a master haberdasher from Haddington. Since Agnes was a talented pianist I think we can safely assume her son’s musical gifts probably came from her, as Archibald was described as a serious man and worked hard with very little time to play with his sons, Roy and his 1 year older brother Robert.

While the blend of creative genes and intellectual genes ultimately proved successful in the embodiment of Roy and his brother Robert, it did not serve a good combination for a happy marriage. Neither Robert nor Roy have ever commented much on their childhood, but sources say the household was a strained one, with tension and arguments between the husband and wife, and the boys relying on each other and the servants for love and affection. At age 8, the boys would lose his father, and it would not be until almost 30 years later that they would learn the truth. While the 1944 obituaries for Archibald Williamson that were carried in all the leading Scottish papers praised the achievements of the 45-year-old advocate, they delicately avoided the cause of death, describing it as “sudden” and “unexpected”, and it was not until the 1970s when Roy's mother died that he learned the cause of death was coal gas poisoning,at the time, the most common form of suicide in the at the time.

Although the marriage was strained Archibal's death had had a profound effect on Agnes, who suffered a nervous breakdown and was confined to a psychiatric hospital for almost a year.

Cared for by neighbours and relatives in Aberdeen during this period, it would be a short time before they were sent to Aberlour, a preparatory school for Gordonstoun, the boarding school in Moray. Despite having asthsma, Roy threw himself into sports, which was easily done as Gordonstoun largely emphasised outdoor activities and this time period would see him develop into a decent athlete who, while a student, was a winger for the Edinburgh Wanderers rugby side.

Although his mother was by now back in residence, Roy and Robert recalled that “our mother phoned up the school a day before we were due to break up for the holidays to say she couldn’t have us. Whether she couldn’t cope, or whether she wanted to push responsibility on to the school, I don’t know."

With no other family members willing or able to take the boys, their "family" memories of holidays were being "sent back to our old prep school and the headmaster took us in for Christmas and on another occasion we were put into the care of a young German master, and off we went to the Bannavil Arms in Newtonmore to spend Christmas and New Year there.”

While one brother seemed to take this in stride, Roy handled the situation by building a wall between his mother and himself, which never came down. When, after a brief spell teaching seamanship at Burghead, Roy became a student at Edinburgh College of Art, he moved into lodgings rather than stay at home. His mother reciprocated by refusing to attend his wedding in 1958, and when she died Williamson wasn’t among the mourners at her funeral.

While still a student, Roy met Violet Thomson, a fellow art student working in the laundry when he came to wash his clothes. They dated briefly and were still students when they married in Inverness. By now, as young art students, Roy and Vi, as she was known were two of the many of a generation that was entering into a scene that would change not only their lives, but the world's, the swinging sixties.

Casting off the conventions of Gordonstoun Roy and his wife’s lifestyle was becoming increasingly bohemian "generation of love and peace" penetrated Edinburgh’s Presbyterian defences. They embraced the times, and not even the very quick arrival of two daughters, Karen and Sheena prevented the Williamsons’ home from becoming a popular venue for parties. Their parties were frequented by such people as Marianne Faithfull and her date "Mick Jagger". As well, there was a particularly strong Irish influence, and Roy became great friends with The Dubliners, The Clancy Brothers and, later, Finbar Furey. It was listening to their passion for Ireland, at this heartfelt time when music reflected the soul, Williamson began to think more deeply about his own feelings for Scotland.

From an early age, with his mother having taken refuge in her piano, Roy had been exposed to and interested in music and one of the few things Agnes Williamson had done with her boys was to regularly take them to concerts at the Usher Hall.

In this interest Roy had also found an ally in Ronnie Browne. Although they directly opposed each other on the rugby field, as Browne was also a winger for Edinburgh rivals Boroughmuir, they were in the same art classes. With another friend, guitarist Bill Smith, the three formed the Corrie Folk Trio, they would later add singer Paddie Bell, but, circumstances would lead to arguments and by 1966 Williamson and Browne forged out on their own.

With the folk music scene in Scotland flourishing, adding their talent it was no surprise that within a short time the Corries were a hit. By now no longer art students, but teachers, with Roy Williamson at Liberton High School and Browne teaching in Musselburgh they found it increasingly hard to meet the demands of their on the road tour career and be present everyday at their day jobs. Nightly gigs along with a day job soon proved impossible and Williamson and Browne resolved to organise and run their own concert tours. Now, also appearing on television, with Browne's wife, an accountant, taking care of the business side, the Corries became an increasingly popular group as well as a successful business venture. Although the Corries gave the impression of performing easily and "off the cuff", rehearsals were meticulous and nothing was left to chance.

The Corries were a phenomenal success and most people can tell the story from here. Roy, talented but private, was in fact, the antithesis of his partner Browne, and off stage, they did not coexist. While oddly, on the surface, they had so much in common, with shared passions for painting, music, Scotland and rugby to this day Browne concedes he knows very little about Williamson’s life outwith The Corries, which is an astounding admission to make of his musical and business partner of 30 years.

Roy Williamson carried the spirit of the 60's for the rest of his life, however, his wife Vi did not, and the decade ended, so did the marriage. While a simple and pure folk singer on stage, Roy embraced the lifestyle of "wine, women and song" and partied as hard as he worked. Where Browne favoured financial and emotional security, ultimately being married for more than 50 years, Roy Williamson eschewed material possessions and had a much more nonchalant view about relationships. He would also have several serious dalliances in the next decade.

In 1980, Williamson would enter into a relationship which seemed to be detrimental to him and became a concern for all around him. With Nicky van Hurck, from Holland, he moved from Edinburgh to Forres, buying Mayfield, a large old stone house with a garden. Whether due to Nicky’s influence or not Williamson became more reclusive and he spent time painting seascapes, but did tour with Browne once a year.

It was during the Corrie's 1989 tour that Williamson's health started to decline. Diagnosed with a brain tumour, and having an unsuccessful surgery in January 1990, Roy Williamson died at the age of 54. I always feel a sense of sadness when someone who, like Roy, was a big part of my growing up, my mum was a big fan and her and her pal Nicky Bruce used to go see the Corries, I was never so lucky myself but am glad of Youtube so I can listen to them.

Let's finish the post with an upbeat tune, Bannockburn anniversary has just passed and this is the Corries doing a comedy song, the lyrics of which come from the late great Matt McGinn. The song might not be exactly correct history wise, but it's guid craic.

Bannockburn

In 1314, the twenty-fourth of Jue King Eddie says "We're ready now to steal the stone of Scone" He brought his biggest army but discovered he'd backed a duece At Bannockburn he found that he was up against a Bruce cho: Well, we raised our pipes and the English kept a-coming But they werena quite so happy when we gie'd the pipes a blaw Struck once more, they began a-running Ready steady Eddie, go, it's time to shoot the craw Well, we had a bowl of porridge and a wee bit pinch of salt We had a dram of whisky and it was the finest malt We each wore a tammy and we wore the philibegs Eddie was in terror when he seen the hairy legs Now poor King Edward, nearly had a fit When he seen his cavalry falling doon a pit His men looked up from the trap that Bruce had built And they were shocked to find out what was worn beneath the kilt He sent for his archers, a group of country folk They erred and they purred, what a funny way they spoke With those archers Eddie had a go But they were as effective as the ones on radio On the fastest horse that you ever saw King Eddie went a-racing o'er the Border and awa He was fond of Scotland, but he never did return He didn't like the welcome that he got at Bannockburn

#Scotland #scottish #folk singer #singersongwriter #the corries

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voltagesmutter · 4 years

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Pirates In Love - Prologue

Own adaption of a prologue to PiL because I adore it so much and wanted to do something for the first voltage game I ever played.

The OC (Bella) is loosely based of Elizabeth Swan, because she is just a pure bad-ass and I LOVE HER. Also didn’t want the OC to be like the real one in the game because she’s such just too weak for this.

Smut, head-cannons and one shots to follow based of this prologue hence why I wanted to do it, also the characters names are off the English version, as this is the one I played!

Strong Language, Violence and derogatory terms towards the OC below the cut

“Eduardo I am not a child! Will you stop following me and let me do something by myself!”.

“Yourself? You make a mess wherever you go! You need someone to keep an eye on you”.

“I literally can’t do anything on this ship!” You huffed with laughter.

“Anytime I go to help, you or someone else swoops down to ‘protect me’, all I wanted to do was practice with a sword for five minutes in peace!”.

“Your too weak of a woman to handle a sword,” His words made your blood boiled

“I know how to handle a sword.” You yelled angrily.

“Kid you don’t have to impress me,” He smirked, fucking smug asshole.

“I am not a child! No-one of you knew how I was brought up or what exactly I am capable of! You all see me as this virginal innocent girl, that you don’t see me as the woman I am,” You sighed whilst shaking your head, your hands placed firmly on your waist.

“I see you as a woman,” He mumbles.

“Just shut up Ed, you made it very clear how you see me,” You pushed past him, purposely knocking yourself against his shoulder. You mumbled angrily under your breath as you stepped out on to the deck. Life on the Sirius was great, expect you can’t do anything, it was beyond frustrating. Every-time you did anything, someone was there watching you, these men really didn’t see you as the 22 year old woman you was. In fact as Ed had stated earlier, you was often referred to as ‘kid’, you was older than one of the crew members Thomas for god's sake. They saw you as feeble, weak, woman and it was tiring. You had skills, you knew how to fight, hell you’d been doing it since you was a child.

Growing up wasn’t easy for you after losing your parents due to a corrupt family burning down your house and stealing you away in order to raise you to be a bride for one of their sons. You was sheltered and cared for by an elderly nanny of the family who took pity on you and taught you how to fend and fight yourself, she had told you stories of what the family was like and how she refused to see them ruin and taint you. The day the Sirius and it’s crew fell into your life was the day you had retaliated against the family. They were forcing you to become engaged to their eldest son, a known womaniser and woman beater, as you had become legal age of marriage. Instead of being the ‘good submissive’ girl they had raised you as, you refuted and attacked, taking one of their priceless pistols and aiming it at them.

“Oh look she think she’s tough,” “Get her son, put that bitch back in her place,”. Their words are still fresh in your ears. As the brute of a son stepped towards you, you fired a warning shot with your trembling fingers, but it wasn’t until he pounced at you, you shot him. You don’t know where, you don’t know what happened after and you never want to find out. You ran and ran and ran, until your feet could run no more and hid in a barrel once you heard the navy sounding waves of alarm. That barrel ended up on the Sirius and long story short that's how you're here.

You loved the men on board, they were ‘barrels of laughs’ but you were tired of being treated like a weak girl, you were more than that. You pressed yourself against the ships side, letting the soothing ocean air hitting you face. You loved being on the water, it was peaceful, tranquil and safe, safer than you had ever been in your life.

Your eyes teared up slightly as you thought about what you had left behind, it was horrible life you had suffered. First watching your parents murdered before being ‘saved’ by the people who did it, being forced to grow up in a lifestyle to accommodate them and their wishes to be ‘the perfect bride’. When you was 17 you fell in love with one of the stable boys, very clique, and he loved you back. You both stole sweet moments together, making love under the stars or anywhere that was private, until one day your lover was caught and he was ripped away from your life. Another stable boy had reported the feelings of your lover to a high authority and not wanting the risk of anyone stealing or ruining you they had him removed. You never knew what happened to him, you prayed he was alive and well but that day was when your world went black and all you wanted to do was escape, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched squeal.

“Pearl!” The recognisable voice of the man who was a true representation of a mentalist came running towards you from the side.

“Hello Alan,” You barely even turning to him. He did his usual grand gesture of bowing before taking your hand and kissing it.

“I’ve come to sweep you away from these evil men my pearl,” He grins like a child. You had to give it to him, he was persistent, this was the 5th time in two weeks he had come to rescue you. Even since your first encounter he became infatuated with you, determined to make you his and steal you away.

“Oh Alan, you truly know the way to a woman's heart,” You sigh before turning around, resting your back against the side, you propping your elbows up on to it.

“So you’ll come!” He yells with excitement.

“Sorry, not this time,” You sigh with a slight laugh as you watched him pout.

“Alan how did you even get on here, the Rika is miles away,” You question as you push yourself up and walk to the other-side of the boat. The deck was empty, hence why Alan had been on the ship for more than 30 seconds without being thrown overboard.

“The Rika is right there pearl,” He says pointing to it, it was docked behind the Sirius.

“Wait so who’s that then?” You ask, pointing to a ship which was gaining speed towards you.

“Shit, Alan move,” You yell and run to the mast, ringing the bell sharply. Come on lads where are you? No-one was coming and this ship was only a few knotts away from you, a rowdy bunch of men on the deck, with the boat currently anchored you were sitting ducks. Alan was slightly cowering, he lived up to his reputation of being a wuss.

“Give me that,” You yelled, taking the gun out of his holster but strapping it to the compartment on your garter. Since being on the ship you had to create your own clothes, luckily sewing was deemed as ‘quality wife’ material and you’d been forced to learn from an early age. With the odd scraps around the boat you had crafted a off the shoulder white puffed sleeved shirt, with a corset that settled neatly under your breasts, a pair of shorts to match that clung to your waist with a garter belt, somewhere for you to keep a weapon, not that you was given one. What? Who said pirates had to be unstylish? Taking a sword from the rack, you gripped it into your right hand.

“Guys! Anytime!” You yelled down the deck, you didn’t have time to run down the helm and alert everyone, that was the whole point of the bell they were clearly ignoring.

“Until next time my pearl!” Alan called out to you, somehow he managed to dash onto the Rika and it was already setting sail.

“Alan, you coward!” You screamed but it was no use, the Rika was fleeing, looks like its just you Bella.

The ship had fulled approached and the men grabbed onto ropes, swinging down onto the deck with a thud, a man in a similar attire to Morgans waltzed towards you, his eyes glistening.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here,” He asked intriguing, circling you like a shark.

“You must be the Sirius whore,” He spits and he grabs your chin forcefully.

“I am no ones whore!” You yell back, bashing against him to free yourself.

“Oh, now aren't we feisty, I bet your a delight to fuck,” His grip tightening on you, causing you to whine.

“Oh look lads, they even gave her a gun to play with, you know little girls shouldn’t play with weapons, unless its a cock,” He adds, howls of laughter coming from his men. You swap the sword in your hand behind your back and without thinking you brought your right hand up into a first and punched him straight in the nose, he feel back against the side, the cracking nose of his being broke rung through your ears.

“I am not a whore, I am no-ones fuck toy, I am not some god-damn damsel in distress who needs rescuing every five minutes,” You furiously yell, your body wracked with anger as you point the sword, pressing it against his bollocks, keeping him pinned against the side.

“Alright lass, calm down it was only some fun,” He pleads but you press the sword forward ever so slightly.

“Chose your next words carefully if you want to keep your cock,” You hiss, your eyes seeing red.

“Men back on the ship,” He swallows and you raise an eyebrow to him.

“Give me your gun,” You state.

“W-what,”.

“Give me your god-damn gun, or say goodbye to your pathetic excuse of a dick,” Your eyes widening. His hand shakes slightly as he reached for it, you quickly duck and roll away as he points it to where you once stood, in all honesty you saw that coming from a mile away. Taking the gun from your garter, you cock it before pointing it at him. Both of you standing opposite each other in a standoff.

“You’d make a brilliant addition to our crew lass,” He smirks.

“Not only would you keep my cock and bed warm, your fight in you would make it exceptional to tie down,” He adds. Not even taking a second, your finger pulled the trigger shooting him in his right shoulder and he curled in pain. Not taking any chance you lean forward and thump your, well Alan’s, pistol over his head, knocking him out stone cold. With a sigh you lean down and take his gun, glancing over it, it was blue with encrusted gems on it and it was yours. As you stand up you see the crew of the Sirius watching you and all that had just happened.

“Feel free to chip in at any time guys!” You yell, men who needs them, sometimes you have to be your own hero.

“Get him off here before I put a bullet through his head,” You hiss before shoving your way past the crew and down into the kitchen. You needed a drink, a really really stiff drink.

Is it a clique that the only drink on the boat apart from water is rum, stocks of it everywhere you looked. You propped yourself onto the kitchen counter, a bottle in your hand as you slugged away, you weren't that little girl who used to be. The girl who was too frightened to say a word, who was meek and obeyed every order, she was going to have a terrible life so in a way Sirius saved you and that's what you clung to being on this ship. Unable to sit there anymore and let your wallow away in pity of your former self you head back up the deck, hoping the ship had set course.

“Did you see how she punched him! I heard his bones break, it was kinda awesome,” Thomas was enthusiastically yelling, he was the definition of innocence.

“Yeah, I think she’s got a better aim than you Eduardo,” Russell chuckled but Eduardo did his usual scoff of disapproval.

“Hey there's our tough, mean, fighting machine,” Morgan yelled as he welcomed you onto the deck, the other ship had gone.

“You have some explaining to do,” Eduardo said with a stern look, this time it was you who scoffed.

“Like I said before I’m not some virgin princess who swoons at any man who rescues her, I know how to handle myself,” You reply before placing the bottle you were holding on the table.

“Well lass, were having a celebration tonight, like the night you first arrived, to celebrate the full moon so you will have plenty of time to tell us then,” Morgan laughed as he slapped his knee, he had to be the most joyful person you had met, he was the true definition of a pirate.

You helped set up the deck for the celebrations, barrels of rum being brought out and you found yourself being more chatty and open with the men. You got to learn a lot about them and vise versa, after seeing your reaction earlier no-one of them saw you as helpless child anymore. They respected you.

“Wait so you shot him? What happened next?” Nathan asked you, leaning forward over the table.

“I don’t know, I ran away and ended up on the ship,” You slurred slightly, the alcohol and the gentle sway of the ship hitting you. You began to laugh slightly.

“I shot two people, me,” You couldn’t help but giggle. You never could hold your alcohol, not especially compared to these men who were throwing it back like air.

“You're tougher than you look kid,” Eduardo smiles and wraps an over your shoulder, clearly he was drunk, the man never smiled.

“Never underestimate a woman!” You hiccuped with a slight blush.

“So let’s see the gun you stole,” Chris asks and you look at him slightly clueless.

“I threw it, I didn’t want anything from them, but you can look at this one,” You said handing him the gun from the man earlier.

“But I want it back! I also have Alan’s so don’t try to keep it,” You pouted watching him hold up the weapon to the light.

“It’s beautifully jewelled,” Russell exclaimed leaning over to admire it.

“But it’s miiiine,” You sang and took it back, securing it to your leg garter.

The night continued with laughter and stories and for the first time since you joined the Sirius, you was apart of the crew.

#pirates in love #voltage pirates in love #voltage inc #voltage fanfic #voltage romance games #voltage pil #pil #love 365 pil #love 365 pirates in love

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 5 years

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do you know of any fics where Stiles has a secret of some sort?

That’s why his hair is so big. It’s full of secrets. - Anastasia

So Take a Long Shot by relenafanel

(1/1 I 2,650 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles is ten when his father teaches him how to shoot. He sucks with a handgun, more likely to shoot off his own foot than the target.

The same cannot be said for his skill with a long-range rifle (but he's no one's weapon).

Eventually, Stiles knows, the secret will come out, because there are just some people he will save at all costs.

(That day comes when they're hunting a redcap through the forest and can't reach Derek in time)

A Sheep In Wolf's Clothing by dumpacc

(1/1 I 11,282 I Mature I Sterek)

"What the fuck, Stiles, what the fuck?!"

"No, no, you don't understand, Scotty, this is the best idea ever!"

"Because you think registering as a fucking alpha to college when you're actually an omega is the best idea ever? It's not even a good idea!"

Being an omega, Stiles has few chances to be accepted in the college of his dreams. Registering as an alpha seems like a good idea... until his new roommate, hot-as-the-sun alpha Derek Hale, comes in the equation.

Strike Me A Match by clotpolesonly

(1/1 I 11,584 I General I Sterek)

Derek stared at the reporter on the campus lounge’s television screen, gleefully reporting on Ignition’s latest fight. Behind her floated a photograph of him mid-battle, zoomed in on where his bodysuit had been slashed open across his left shoulder blade. It was a little blurry, a little pixelated, but more than clear enough to get a good look at the black mark on the bare skin there.

“Oh shit,” came Erica’s delighted voice as she dropped down onto the couch beside Derek. “Let the circus begin!”

Derek’s his heart dropped; circus was right. He resisted the impulse to reach for the spot on his own shoulder blade that itched and burned. It wouldn’t do him any good. He could make all the calls, send in all the verifiably undoctored photos of identical marks, make all the noise and fuss he wanted. With the buzz and the confusion, it wouldn’t matter. No one would believe him.

True match-ups never made it through a circus like this.

In which Derek discovers his soulmate is a superhero too far out of his reach to ever actually be with. But it doesn't feel right to flirt back at Stiles now either, no matter how much Derek wants to. Amazing or not, he's not Derek's soulmate.

Protector of Her Pack by BetaBlue

(10/? I 14,324 I Explicit I Sterek I girl!Stiles)

There are a few things Stiles knows is true in her life:1.) She’s much stronger then everyone gives her credit for2.) She would do anything for the Hale's…even die for them3.) And last but not lest Scott McCall is the worst friend in the world

The Aftermath of Gerard's attack on the Pack the Hale Pack along with The Sheriff help Stiles understand her family's bond to the Hale's and Beacon Hill's.

The Gentleman And The Fox by bleep0bleep, Inkforwords

(1/1 I 15,707 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek doesn't expect much from his arranged marriage. When his inattentive husband, Lord Stiles Stilinski, tells him he's free to look for a lover, he doesn't know where to start, until a dashing bandit named the Red Fox catches his eye.~The Fox winks again. “Have a good night, Derek,” he purrs in a sultry tone, and then climbs back on the horse and disappears into the night.Derek walks up the path towards the manor in a daze, and it isn’t until he’s inside when he realizes he never told the Fox his name or where he lived.

you’ve got me on pins and needles by jadore_hale

(1/1 I 17,611 I Teen I Sterek)

“At any rate, I’m not here to steal from you. One of the biggest potentially most important moments in my life is coming up and I find myself in need of a custom tux.”

“A tuxedo?” Derek halted, then tried not to laugh as he gave the kid a good look up and down. “Biggest potentially most important moment of your life?”

Derek picked up the broom and started sweeping, shaking his head. “If you need something for your little costume party, kid, rent something from party city.”

✄✄✄✄✄

Stiles Stilinski needs THE perfect suit and Derek Hale is just the tailor to make it for him. Only Derek doesn’t exactly know that Stiles is kind of a famous movie star…

Midnight Wolf vs Abominable Snowman! by orphan_account

(2/2 I 20,409 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek almost makes the mistake of saying, It’s not fanart, but he manages to catch himself, biting his tongue. This stranger, who’s already identified himself as at least a casual fan of Midnight Wolf, doesn’t need to know that he actually is the artist and author, not just another fan.

The Vasov Heir by neil4god

(12/12 I 20,665 I Not Rated I Sterek I Rape)

It was summer vacation. He was supposed to go to bed late and sleep even later, he should not be in a car at the ass crack of dawn (12:30) on his way to who know's where. That was not part of the plan, but then he hadn't planned on introducing the pack to his sort of fiance either or introducing them to his family, but his darkest secrets are being dragged into the light and Stiles may not survive it.

The PlayLiszt by dylanssourwolf

(1/1 I 21,570 I Explicit I Sterek)

Dr. Derek Hale is one of the most qualified musicologists in the country. He’s damn proud to be one of the most sought-after specialists in the world; he’s done his fair share of travelling to colleges all over the country to to give insights on the musical structures of some of the most famous pieces of classical literature.While he can't really play any of those pieces, he does have a particular choice of pianist when it comes to listening. Mieczysław. Derek likes to think he’s in love with the guy, even though he isn’t sure if Mieczysław is a first name or a last name or even a name at all, and he's never once gotten a glimpse of the pianist’s face. It’s about the music, the money-makers, and the guy’s hands are plastered on everything.The only other pianist who may be well on his way to being as talented as Mieczysław is a student by the name of Stiles Stilinski. He's just come back to school after a semester off and is now taking an independent study with Derek, who's trying desperately not to fall for his student. There's one peculiar thing; Stiles always has his hands mostly covered by fingerless gloves, yet still, Derek swears he's seen them somewhere.

Catch Me If You Can by illusemywords

(1/1 I 32,470 I Teen I Sterek)

Before Stiles Stilinski is 20 years old, he successfully cons millions of dollars' worth of checks posing as a Pan Am pilot, doctor, and lawyer. This is the story of him, and Derek Hale, the FBI agent chasing him.

Pen Name by rootbeer

(7/7 I 51,007 I Teen I Sterek)

Anxiety (/aNGˈzī-itē/):A feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome.~~"The set was busy; people bustled about with their various jobs. No one seemed to notice, or maybe they just didn’t care, as the gangly boy looked about nervously. He was all skin and bones, a track of moles across his light skin. He carried a bag across his shoulders, a coffee cup in his left hand and a curious look on his face. There was nothing remarkable looking about him at all, and perhaps, that was the most remarkable thing."

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #secret relationship #anon #misunderstandings #alpha/beta/omega

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hobiichu · 4 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟎.𝟎 –kth

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ⇁ Post break up sucks, you’ve been moping around the apartment for days and your friends are over it. Your best friend did an oopsie behind your back...

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You look look at the digital clock hanging up your beige walls.

Exactly an hour till 12 am.

Today marks the 29th day of being single, —30 in an hour. It also marks the day of you moping around like the most hopeless, homeless person for a month, it doesn’t help that you actually look like a Hobo. A month and 3 days ago, you found out that your then Boyfriend, Jace was cheating on you. Worse, you had to find it out through a mutual friend you and Jace shared. You had been dating him for approximately 8 months, things were going pretty smoothly if you were to say. Or so you thought. He had been seeing not one, not two, but three.

Three. Fucking. People.

You really didn’t see it coming, you thought he was a genuinely guy, looking to settle down at the ripe age of 26. Not only did that son of an ass cheated on you, you found out that he’s name isn’t even Jace. You fell into a Romance Scam, apparently. Fortunately for him but unfortunately for you, you were a hopeless romantic and safe to say, you fell in love with him. With a love scammer.

The irony.

You being you, instead of breaking up, firsts things first you decided to stay with him for another 3 days. For what you asked? Only god know. When you finally grew a pair, and brought up the subject of leaving his ass at the dinner table, he pulled a reverse uno card on you and decided he wants to break up with you and took the savings account you had opened for the relationship, for the possible marriage you had discussed. Now you are broke. Actually broke. A month later, you are still not over the fact that not only you got your heart broken, by a scammer, but you lost the money you have worked so hard on to provide for him and the marriage you thought would happen. As those memories came flooding, so did your tears. You were bawling by the time you realised the waterworks had started. Hearing your ugly sobs, the door the your room flew open and your best friends came running towards you.

“Y/n? What’s going on?”

“Did you suddenly remember how bad sex was, or how ugly he is again?”

You sobbed even harder.

“That, and my money” you wailed. “Why me, why am I so unlucky. I’ve always been unlucky, but why me I only asked to be in love, this world hates me” You clutched onto your blanket like a small child searching for comfort.

Your best friend, Xandra looks at you with compassion while stroking the tears away from your face, “Don’t worry babe, Jungkook’s already working on tracking down his nasty ass, we’ll get him and we’ll send him to jail, promise” With that you looked at her with big hopeful eyes —teary eyes, bottom lips jittering.

“Really?”

Jungkook strokes your hair, smiling fondly at your state, “Yes really, I promise I’ll do everything it takes to get your money back and send his ugly ass to jail” you held out your pinky waiting for him to seal his promise.

You and Xandra grew up together, literally. You had been friends since the day you were born, due to the fact that your parents were best friends, so ultimately you and Xan grew up the closest of friends. At 18, both of you decided to pack up and leave home, for bigger and better things. So move did you. You met Jungkook in freshman year of high school, ever since then, the three of you were known to be The Three Musketeers. You never left each other, that is until the day you and Xandra decided to move. Due to obvious factors, both of you stayed in touched with Jungkook, and recently he moved into the apartment aka the flat you had found back when you first decided to finally rent your own apartment.

You and Xandra both came to the new city with nothing but a suitcase and a hope. For you, a hope that you had dreamed about ever since you were little. You wanted to be a designer. An interior designer, to be exact. You had always wanted to create and design a safe space for people. A place where human beings spend the most time at, second after their workplaces. A place whereby they can come home to and feel their troubles lift off and out of the window. You had always been intrigued by the amount of hard work and art being put into interior designing, it was your dream and you remember the times when you were little when you would steal IKEA’s Catalogue & Brochures books, bringing them home and adding it to the collects of inspirational books. For future references. You told yourself. Xandra on the other hand, her biggest wish is to open up her own dance studio. Dancing. It has always been her passion, she had been dancing for more than half her life. You love seeing your best friend perform on stage, she does it with so much passion, so much so that you could see it in every move she makes, she is talented. That is undeniable. Since you had nearly nothing before you both agreed on moving to the city, both of you had to stay up till the asscrack of dawn to search for cheap accommodation, more specifically roommates so that rent will go easy on your pockets. Much to your delight, one day after searching for hours you had found one.

“I really don’t understand why we can’t just-”

“Oh my god! I found it!” Finally. After 5 long excruciating hours. You had found one that met almost all your requirements. You were so excited, so thrilled to finally be able to move out, to be honest you never felt a special connection with the place that was supposed to be home, moving out had always been an option. The only way.

Moving wasn’t easy, just because it was the only option doesn’t mean it was easy. Bidding goodbyes with family and close friends was the hardest part, seeing the glum looks on your parents’ face made you extremely uneasy. You had to. You told yourself. When you first arrived at the dormitory you were supposed to be living in for the next chapters of your lives, it was in a horrific condition. Clothes were thrown everywhere, dishes were left untouched in the sink, bathroom was clogged and strands of hair were stucked on the tiles of the bathroom, the three other tenants that were living there prior was unfriend and unwelcoming. You were shitting bricks. How could you leave here for the long run? As you looked around the apartment dorm, every time you would discover something more disgusting, the look on Xandra’s face was pure gold. You wanted to retch. Both of you only managed to live for a good 2 days before you packed up and left. That was when you have decided that the rent was only a matter of material weath and that your mental health and livelihood was more important. So, you got the apartment you are currently living in.

Jungkook dragged Xandra into the kitchen while you were engrossed in the movie, it was movie marathon night. “I’m sick of this, I’m tired of seeing her like that. We have to do something.” Jungkook huffed out.

Xandra scrunched her face in confusion her arms full with the bucket of ice cream, “Do what? There’s literally nothing we could do but provide moral support” the spoon in her mouth remained its spot.

“Literally anything, like get her out the house or some shit, I can literally smell the whiff of mouldiness coming off of her. She’s literally moulding?”

“True”

That was when an idea sparked in Jungkook’s mind.

“A blind date.”

#kim taehyung #taehyung #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts #bts v #bts jungkook #bts taehyung #hobiichu #betterthantinder

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thepotatonami · 4 years

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By the wish of the late king - WIP

It all happened in such a short year. From the sickness and then death of the beloved king, to the coronation of his wife - the Queen, to the Masquerade ball in the late king’s name - with the castle’s doors open to everyone who wishes to attend. From peasants to duke and duchesses, people of the country to the all who knew and loved the late king.

The Queen could recognize almost everyone, even with the masks. She could recognize the neighboring king with his wife and daughter. She spotted the baker whose bakery not far from the castle, she always insists on stopping by his bakery for some of his delicious baked goods. He brought his family with him, his two sons has grown so much, dancing with their younger sister. Those she did not recognize she made attempts to approach, to say hello and meet.

“You know it’s dangerous, your majesty.” The late king’s right hand man spoke to her, as she went off yet again from her seat to greet another unknown face. “Then I guess you must accompany me.” She spoke with a smile. She knew him well, and he knew her. He was the only one by her and the king’s side when they found out she cannot bear children. It was a rough time, but he helped her through it, getting the elders off her back with bringing an heir to the throne.

It’s not like there wasn’t an heir to the throne. Well, not anymore there isn’t. But there was. Before the late king banished him. She was the king’s second wife after all, the one who stood by the late queen’s side, and the one who helped him through his grief. She had to earn the people’s trust while he was alive, but the hardest trust to earn was her boy.

He was would shout at her, say that she will never be his mother, and she knew he was correct. But that didn’t stop from doing all she can to teach him, and if needed learn with him the ways of the country. That didn’t stop her from begging the late king to not banish his own son. That didn’t stop her from sneaking a sack full of food clothes and her own riches to him, before he left, never to be seen again.

How she hoped he was okay.

The local farmers who the king gifted a donkey to help them make their way to the market and sell their good. Good people, never met them before today, but heard of them indeed. She knew of all the king’s doings. She made her way back to her thrown as she scanned the room for any more familiar faces.

“I think you are defeating the purpose of the mask if you go and talk to them as the queen, or sitting at your throne.” “I think you are defeating the purpose of the mask if you are still wearing armor and following me around.” A light-hearted chuckle from him, and a smile from her.

“Who do you hope to find here tonight, your majesty?” “No one in particular. It’s more who I prefer to avoid.” “Has he spoke to you since his return?” “No, which worries me greatly.” As she sat down on the throne, a man with a mask approached her and bowed. The mask made it hard to see his face and even harder to see his eyes. “May I speak to your majesty?” The voice spoke. It was a young man. Couldn’t be more 30. Maybe in his mid 20′s. “Please, do not bow to me.” She replied softly, trying to understand who could this be. The man stood up straight. “Permission to take off my mask, your majesty.” With slight hesitation the Queen gestured her permission.

That face with the stubble beard and the prominent jawline, round full feverish pink lips with a small button like nose, and most importantly, those grey eyes. Deep grey eyes that she would recognize anywhere. She stood up, keeping her calm as to not attract any unwanted attention to them.

“You are alive.” “I am indeed, your majesty.” “You were banished from the kingdom.” “I was told everyone could attend this ball, was I wrong to come?” “It depends, my son, why did you come to talk to me?”

Her heart was pounding, he was really here, he was really alive. But what if he came to claim the throne? She cannot give it to him. But the king’s last wish was for him to return home, but she will not be able to just let him in, the people will be weary and upset. A million questions ran in her head, as she stared at the one who was a mere boy when banished. He was a man now, strong with sun-kissed skin. Hair as messy as she remembered it, bouncing with every movement of his head.

“I don’t want the throne, your majesty. But I wish to return home. I miss my country, and my people. But I will be honest with you, I need help.” “Explain.” “I have a family now, a wife and a daughter.” “Are they unwell?” “My wife, she has been coughing for days. We don’t have the money to treat her, I can’t even promise to give my own daughter safety and warmth at night.”

Her heart fluttered. He has a daughter. The late king would have been so happy to know he is a grandfather.

“And what is your occupation these days?”

“Your majesty, for all these years I have been working the ground and tending the animals of my father in law. I appreciate them and thank them every night for taking me in, for letting me his daughter’s hand in marriage, in letting me have their granddaughter.” “That sounds like a wonderful family picture. Is the job not paying enough?” “It’s enough to keep a small healthy family alive, but not a family with a coughing mother and but a toddler child.”

The late king would have been so happy to know his son has grown to be such a fine man who worked hours under the sun without complaints. Learned what it’s the poverty life and how it is outside the wall of the castle. A completely different boy, from the boy who was banished for stealing, misbehaving and lying. But what if he was lying now?

“How can I trust you are not lying to me? You came before me in very fresh and clean looking clothes. Expensive looking even.” “My wife is amazing in creating clothes. She collects scraps and creates the most amazing outfits a heart could desire. She created this for me so I could be presentable to you. But I have proof of my family, a picture and a drawing of my child.”

Her right hand man walked forward to grab the two papers from the son, bringing them back to the queen. It was not easy to fake such a photo, or capture a child’s innocence in drawing so well. She had to believe him, she wanted to believe him. But how should she act? She cannot let him into court as a prince right away, if ever. But his girl... Oh, her heart is breaking an aching at the thought.

Eyes were on her, she could feel it. She must respond, she must act, she must do as the late king would have done.

With grace, she replied. AO3 link

#original wip #wip #royalty #masquerade ball #ball scene #potato's writings

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Duke Reviews Xtra: Alice In Wonderland (Tim Burton)

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Another Duke Reviews Xtra Where Today We're Continuing Our Look At The Movies Of Disney...

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Where Last Sunday On Duke Reviews, I Looked At Walt Disney's Animated Version Of Alice In Wonderland, So On Today's Duke Reviews Xtra We're Going To Be Looking At Tim Burton's Version Of The Tale...

In This Remake/Sequel To Lewis Carroll's Tale, A Now Teenage Alice, Returns To Wonderland Or Underland As It's Called In This Movie (It'll Be Explained Later) To Save It From The Tyranny Of The Red Queen By Slaying The Jabberwocky...

Will Alice Win?

Let's Find Out As We Watch Tim Burton's Alice In Wonderland..

The Film Starts As Alice's Father, Charles Kingsleigh Trying To Sell The Idea Of Creating Trading Posts In Asian Lands Including Bangkok To Some Of His Men When His 6 Year Old Daughter Alice Wakes Up And Tells Him About Her Adventures In Wonderland...

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Of Course, Dear Dad Eventually Dies As We Cut To A Few Years Later Where A Now 19 Year Old Alice Is Attending A Party On Former Friend Of Her Father's Estate As She Faces Not Only The Stifling Expectations Of The Society She Lives In But A Marriage Proposal From The Friend's Son Named Hamish, Who Alice Dislikes...

But During The Proposal, Alice Sees A White Rabbit Which She Chases And Falls Into A Large Rabbit Hole When She Follows The Rabbit To A Large Tree...

Crashing Into A Large Room Full Of Doors, Alice Drinks A Bottle Marked Drink Me Which Causes Her To Shrink Out Of Her Clothes...

And Yet She's Wearing Clothes For Some Reason, You'd Think She'd Be Naked When She Shrinks, Yet When She Grows Out Of Her Clothes In The Queen's Garden She Does Rip Them And Is As I Said Basically Naked With Flower Bushes Censoring Things...

But Like The Animated Version, She Left The Key Up On The Table So She Has To Eat A Cake Marked Eat Me Which Causes Her To Grow...

However, Unlike The Animated Version Where She Cries Creating A River Of Tears Before Drinking From The Drink Me Bottle Again, She Just Drinks All Of The Drink Me Bottle And Just Unlocks The Door So She Can Enter Into A Vast Garden Residing In Underland...

There, Alice Meets The White Rabbit (Voiced By Michael Sheen), The Doormouse, The Dodo (Voiced By Alfred) And Tweedles Dee And Dum (Played By Nardole From Doctor Who) Who Take Her To See The Caterpillar (Voiced By Severus Snape) Who Goes By The Name Of Absolem..

Once There, They Show Alice A Calender Called The Oraculum, Which Details Each And Every Day In Underland Since The Beginning Where They Reveal That On The Frabjous Day, She Is Supposed To Slay The Jabberwocky With The Vorpal Sword...

But Having No Interest In Doing So And Believing This Entire Thing To Be A Dream (Throughout Most Of The Movie) The White Rabbit Asks If She's The Alice Of Legend Only For Absolem To Tell Them Not Likely...

But Before They Can Get Alice Back To Her World, They're Attacked By The Cards Of The Red Queen And A Creature Called The Bandersnatch...

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Alice Walks With The Tweedles For A While Until They're Captured By A JubJub Bird...

Meanwhile At The Castle Of The Red Queen (Played By Mrs. Lovett From Sweeney Todd) The Red Queen Screams In Anger Over Someone Stealing One Of Her Tarts, After Discovering That It Was One Of Her Frog Footmen, She Has Him Beheaded As The Knave Of Hearts (Played By..)

That...

Tells Her That Alice Has Returned To Underland, Which Leads Her To Assign A Bloodhound Named Bayard (Voiced By Peter Pettigrew)...

Which Actually Surprised Me, As Timothy Spall Has One Of Those Voices You Could Pick Out Of A Lineup And Instantly Know His Voice From His Work In Both Harry Potter And Sweeney Todd But Here I Could Barely Tell It Was Him...

As I Was Saying, The Queen Recruits A Bloodhound Named Bayard To Find Alice In Exchange For The Freedom Of Him And His Family...

Wandering Through The Tulgy Woods, Alice Is Soon Met By The Cheshire Cat (Voiced By Stephen Fry) Who Bandages Her Arm Before Taking Her To The Tea Party, Where She Reunites With The Doormouse Before She Meets The March Hare And The Mad Hatter (Played By Johnny Depp)

And Whether You Like Or Hate His Mad Hatter, He Still Is Pretty Good...

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But When The Knave Of Hearts Crashes The Party, The Hatter Quickly Shrinks Alice To 6 Feet Tall And Hides Her In A Teapot As The Knave Talks With Him...

(The Knave) Don't Make Me Fight You, Depp Like I Did David Letterman...

With Bayard Finding Alice In The Teapot, The Hatter Persuades Him Not To Reveal Alice's Location, Which Leads Bayard To Lead The Knave And His Troops Away...

Travelling With Alice, The Hatter Reveals How The Red Queen Rose To Power On Horunvendush Day And How Not Only Did He Lose His Family (Which We'll Discover More About In The Sequel) But The Vorpal Sword...

With The Queen's Cards Quickly Approaching, The Hatter And Alice Race To A River As The Hatter Places Alice On His Hat And Tosses Her On It Across The River As He Is Captured By The Knave And His Cards...

Found By Bayard, Alice Persuades Him To Take Her To The Red Queen's Castle To Rescue The Hatter As She Crosses A Moat Of Severed Heads...

To Get There As Bayard Throws The Hatter's Hat Over The Wall While The Queen Is Playing Croquet. Found By The White Rabbit, He Gives Her A Piece Of Upelkuchen Cake To Make Her Grow Again. However, She Eats Too Much And Not Only Grows To 8.5 Feet High, But Grows Out Of Her Clothes (Like I Mentioned Before).,.

Introducing Herself As Um From Umbridge...

Is That A Town Run By Dolores Umbridge?

And Saying That Everyone Makes Of Her Over Her Height, Alice Avoids Suspicion As The Red Queen Accepts Her Into Her Court...

Being By The Red Queen's Side, She Watches As The Hatter Is Brought Before The Queen...

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Retrieving The Hatter's Hat Later, Alice Returns It To Him As Bayard Informs The White Queen (Played By Princess Mia Of Genovia) That Alice Is At The Red Queen's Castle...

Asking The White Rabbit Where The Vorpal Sword Is, He Tells Her That It's In The Domain Of The Bandersnatch...

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So, Getting His Eye From The Doormouse, Alice Goes To Face The Bandersnatch Only To Run Into The Knave Of Hearts Who Tries To Seduce Her...

Wow! Who Knew George McFly Was An Asshole?

Eventually Escaping The Knave, Alice Gives The Bandersnatch Back His Eye So She Can Get The Vorpal Sword From It's Case But Unfortunately It's Locked...

But That Doesn't Stop The Bandersnatch From Healing Her Wound That He Gave Her Which Is When She Discovers That He Has The Key To The Case Around His Neck...

So As Alice Gets The Vorpal Sword, The White Rabbit Grabs The Oraculum While The Red Queen Hears About The Knave Coming On To Alice...

Knowing That The Knave Would Never Betray Her The Queen Orders Um's Capture As Alice Returns To The Hatter And The Doormouse To Free The Hatter But She Is Confronted By The Knave Who Orders The Cards To Arrest Her For Seduction....

The Hatter Tries To Hold Off The Knave And The Cards As Alice Tries To Get Away But When The Doormouse Accidentally Says "Run, Alice", The Knave Now Knows The Truth That Um Was Actually Alice....

Running Into The Courtyard, Alice Is Ambushed By Cards But Luckily She Is Saved By The Bandersnatch Who She Rides Off With To The White Queen's Castle...

Once There, The White Queen Shrinks Alice Back To Her Normal Size, Before She Has A Talk With Absolem Who Now Says That She May Not Have Been Alice When They First Encountered Each Other But She's More Like Alice Now...

Held In A Cell Next To Bayard's Wife And Pups, The Cheshire Cat Appears To The Hatter And Asks If He Can Have His Hat After His Execution Today,

However, When The Execution Happens, It's Revealed That The Hatter Was Actually The Cheshire Cat...

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Arriving At The White Queen's Castle, The Hatter Is Glad She's The Right Size As The Cheshire Cat Gives The Hatter Back His Hat Before Asking Alice How Her Arm Is..,

The Next Morning On The Frabjous Day, The White Queen Tries To Find A Champion As Many Come Forward But Of Course, The Prophecy States That Must Be Alice Or No One At All....

But Still Not Wanting To Fight, Alice Runs Into The Castle Where She Once Again Encounters Absolem As He's About To Go Into A Cocoon So He'll Become A Butterfly..

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With Both Armies Meeting On A Gigantic Chess Board, The Jabberwocky Finally Reveals Itself To Alice...

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With The Red Queen's Guards Following Her No More After The Deaths Of The Jabberwocky And The JubJub Bird, The Cheshire Cat Crowns The White Queen As Queen Of Underland As She Banishes The Red Queen And The Knave To The Outlands...

But Unable To Live With The Red Queen, The Knave Tries To Kill Her Only For The Hatter To Stop Him By Throwing A Knife Out Of His Hand As They're Carried Off...

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Collecting The Blood Of The Jabberwocky, The White Queen Gives It To Alice Saying That It Will Send Her Back To Her World, So Saying Goodbye To Her Friends, Alice Drinks The Blood And Is Sent Home...

Climbing Out Of The Rabbit Hole, Alice Returns To The Party Where She Refuses To Marry Hamish (Only For Him To Become A Minor Bad Guy In The Next Movie)

And Instead Becomes His Father's Apprentice, Voyaging To China To Place A Trading Post There. Saying Goodbye To Her Mother, A Blue Butterfly Lands On Her To Which She Believes To Be Absolem As It Flies Off Ending Our Movie....

And That's Tim Burton's Alice In Wonderland And Why Do People Hate This?

Yes, The Changes Can Be Upsetting And The Girl Who Plays Alice Isn't That Great. But The Story And Characters Are Interesting, Both Johnny Depp And Helena Bonham Carter Are Good In Their Roles, And The Environments Are Amazingly Designed So I Say See It..,

Tune In Tomorrow As We Look At The Burtonless Sequel, Alice Through The Looking Glass, Till Then, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

#alice in wonderland #Johnny Depp #Mia Wasilkowska #anne hathaway #helena bonham carter #crispin glover #matt lucas #alan rickman #Stephen Fry #timothy spall #Michael Sheen #christopher lee #disney #disnerd #disney +#Disney Remakes

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brookscharis · 4 years

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christian girls & pornography

Ever since I posted a Tik Tok video with the same title as this post, my inbox has been flooded with girls and grown women who struggle with the same temptation that I have.

It might be pretty jarring to come across a Christian girl talking about her struggle with pornography but, it happens. And if my DMs are only .0001% of the population of Christian girls who struggle with lust, then I’m pretty sure every 1 in 2 girls probably has a secret habit of this too –– not even exaggerating. Women are humans with sexual urges too, just because we love Jesus doesn’t mean we don’t wanna do the do (after marriage, of course). But that’s where the struggle starts. As a single woman, we know that it’s God’s will for us wait until MARRIAGE. How can you wait that long and not explode? How is it even practical in terms of knowing your body before your husband does? It leads to a lot of curiosity about sex and a need to understand why it’s so forbidden.

I saw my first pornographic video as a computer pop-up at 8-years-old. Since that day, it opened a curiosity about sex and what that entire “grown-up world” was about. Like any kid who grew up with the internet and didn’t know something, I googled “sex”. You can only imagine what I got myself into. It’s almost funny but it’s actually super traumatizing. I was bound to watching porn until I was a Sophomore in college. I always felt wrong and knew it wasn’t right after I finished, but I just took the few green lights from articles I found online about the joyous health benefits of masturbation and plugged my ears to my conscience screaming at me. I googled, “Is masturbation bad?” and of course, nothing but, “Nooooo, noo not at all! It’s healthy! It’s good for you to know your own body! It’s good for you to know what you like!” was all that I found. I didn’t think to google, “Is masturbation a sin?” I was 8, but maybe I would’ve had confirmation of the bad feeling that I had on the inside if I asked that question. Because, yes, masturbation is a sin (Matthew 5:27-30). Someone close to me could’ve told me this too, but that would mean admitting that I watch people have sex in my spare time... nah, I’m good. I isolated myself and felt so overwhelmed with shame. No one could know I dealt with this, I hid it and swore I would take it to my grave. But, like the saying goes “what is done in the dark comes to light” and my issues manifested in other ways. This habit led me to lust after my friends (bi-curiosity), feeling like a baby for being a teenaged virgin, and seeking validation from boys by wearing revealing clothes that I never actually felt comfortable in.

The question that I get asked the most is, “how did you conquer it?” How did I overcome, stop the habit, break the stronghold?

A little backstory.

So, my lifestyle and spiritual practice at 19 years old was anti-Jesus. I was down for anything, pretty much, except submitting my life fully to God. I didn’t have a religious affiliation, I just considered myself “spiritual.” My open-mindedness landed me in a toxic relationship with one of my closest friends who I knew was bisexual. When we began talking, we bonded over the law of attraction, manifestation, angel numbers, and we confessed to each other that we both watched porn –– it was attractive to her. Fast forward, after much emotional manipulation on both ends (I used her for validation and attention, she did the same), I ended it and I was ready to get serious about God. You see, I grew up a Pastor’s kid in church my whole life, I knew better and I was rebelling. I wanted the peace that surpassed all understanding, I wanted contentment, joy, and favor. That Christmas break, when I went back home from college, going to church felt different. I was engaged and hungry, I was spiritually poor and starved. That’s when my pastor read Matthew 6:33, “But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.” That’s all I needed and I started pursuing God like never before. I blocked her number, I went back to school after my break and got rid of everything I owned that didn’t please God. I switched up the music that I was listening to, I fasted for the first time (and made it a real spiritual challenge for myself in order to get the most out of it), and I cut back on hanging out with my friends at the time. That’s when I stopped watching porn entirely, and it’s been a year since. Four months since I fell into masturbation.

Now, I understand how that didn’t really answer the question. That’s because there’s nothing that we can do to conquer anything, but abide in God. It’s the Holy Spirit that gives us a desire to live for Him, He speaks to us and called us to Himself before we say to ourselves, “I think I’ll give Jesus a chance.” That’s Him choosing you! There’s a moment when you snap out of it and notice how you’ve been living in the scraps of what this world has to offer, that moment for me was blocking the girl I was dating. Everything that represented that life had to go, from posters to clothes to what I watched online. I refused to be enslaved to that sin and I surrendered my sexuality over to my Creator.

One thing I want you to take away from this is that we are not the hero in our story. We don’t vindicate ourselves or conquer anything, God is our hero and Savior. It’s through Christ that we are more than conquerors. Not through our own strength or practical tips.

But they do help! Here are a few:

1) Guard your heart - don’t watch shows/movies or listen to music that’s centered around sex or has a lot of sex scenes in it. Otherwise, it will trigger you.

2) Be mindful of the company you keep - when you want to break free from sexual sin, you won’t find the support or good influences you need if your friends encourage casual sex. Entertaining conversations about sex might be triggering, too.

3) Remember that it takes physical effort and restraint to stop - this isn’t passive, you have to literally refuse and fight against it.

4) Call on the name of Jesus - forreal, tho.

5) Tell someone - it doesn’t have to be right now but, tomorrow isn’t promised and confessing your sins will set you free. James 5:16.

You’ve probably tried all of that and it didn’t work, that’s because it will never be enough. You’re not strong enough to resist something as desirable and satisfying as sexual sin, as humans (even Christians!) we love sin. There’s something in us that can’t get enough of it –– unless we love something even MORE than we love sexual sin. We must love God, He is our strength. The more time you spend with Him (reading His word, praising Him, worshipping Him, learning more about Him) the more you’ll be disgusted by sin. God changes your desires and you’ll get to a point where you can’t even bring yourself to open that website again. It’s a fight against the Spirit and the Flesh, principalities, and powers, it’s not one you can just grit your teeth and power through –– ya need Jesus!

Some of you will leave this post and have the spiritual motivation to spend some time with God for a few minutes, then you’ll be bored. You’ll think to yourself, “I really want to stop falling into this sin, but I guess I don’t want it enough because I keep falling asleep when I read the Bible.” That’s not true, beloved. We’ve all been there. Your level of engagement has nothing to do with how badly you want God to work in your life, you need the Holy Spirit to help you. Pray to your Heavenly Father and ask Him to give you the Holy Spirit so that you will enjoy and look forward to knowing more about Him.

This temptation can either destroy your relationship with God or bring you closer to Him. He can break this thing off of you, but it will be His working in you — completely. He fights our battles, our job is to be still and abide in Him. The more you love Him, the more you’ll hate sin because sin separates *you* from the One that you love, Him. However, it never separates *His* love from *you* (Romans 8:31-38), we can begin to feel distant and guilty which leads us to continue because we feel too far gone anyways. That’s a lie from the enemy. The more you sin, the farther you stray from God, but He never will give up on you. Read Luke 15, it’s never too late to come home — it’s all about having a relationship.

God could instantly deliver you from this but, how would that change your heart and bring you closer to Him? You would be grateful for a bit, then you might slip into another temptation to replace the porn. It’s through a relationship with God that your heart changes and you will not desire any sin. Because outside of looking at others with lust by watching porn, are you a liar? Do you steal? Are you disrespectful to your parents? Are you easily angered and offended? If you are, you’re guilty of more than just watching pornography, you’ve committed crimes against God. But, He loves us so much that He sent Jesus to take our punishment for the sins we committed. Jesus experienced God’s condemnation so we never have to, all we have to do is trust that God’s punishment for us was finished in Jesus’ sacrifice and repent – turn from our old ways and be a new creation. We don’t do this in our own strength, we do this through the Holy Spirit, there’s no way any of us can be more like Jesus without His help. If you truly accept Jesus (not just say the Sinner’s Prayer but allow it to change you), you won’t just go to Heaven, but you’ll receive the love, validation, contentment, and the intimacy that you’ve been searching for here on Earth.

I haven’t arrived fully to this point yet, it’s a process to become satisfied in Him as a Child of God. At times I fear that I haven’t really surrendered my life, there’s a lot that I still want to control like people’s perceptions of me and making sure nothing impedes on my nap time. However, I don’t doubt that God is greater. It takes time and devotion to love Him, I will continue to learn how to love Him for the rest of my life. But with love comes trust and trust leads to obedience, it’s like that for all of us.

God is not mad at you, He’s not ashamed of you, He doesn’t find you embarrassing and He is NOT disappointed in you. He loves you and He will fight this for you, all you need to do is receive His love by surrendering your life to His purpose for you and start living as the new creation that you are. You are a daughter of the Most High God, no longer are you a slave to sin.

“No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it.” 1 Corinthians 10:13 NIV

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sarcastically-defensive17 · 4 years

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Vegas Lights - L. Hemmings Chapter 9: Sorry, didn’t know that my official title was ‘wife’ now.

This book is all of my own work. Please do not copy or steal. This is also posted on my personal Wattpad account @/defensive_sarcasm17.

"What's with your face?" Luke's brows were furrowed as he cast his eyes on the glassy eyes of the blonde woman. Her face was blotched in random spots and she looked no better than she had when he woke up in her room that morning.

He actually found her to look better with no clothes on.

He had spent his time since he left her room sitting at the bar, downing drink after drink. He had even snuck away with one of the waitresses for a moment only to return to find Carter standing like a deer in headlights with her earphones plugged in her oddly small ears.

She didn't have her glasses on, nor did she have a speck of makeup coating her face. Luke couldn't help but wonder if the cosmetics could even cover the tomato colored spots on her face.

He knew his words were rude, but the liquid courage sent his conscience away. Not that he had seen it in a while anyways.

"Excuse me?" She was annoyed. Anybody could tel that. "My face, thank you very much, is in recovery from a panic attack."

Her arms were crossed over her torso, and he shamelessly glanced at the way her breasts rose up.

He wasn't raised to think of women like this, but every time he had alcohol in his stomach he said goodbye to intelligent thought.

"Sorry," he grumbled, returning to his seat at the table a few feet away from Carter.

He looked up expectantly as his behind connected to the wooden stool, surprised that she didn't trail after him like most girls did.

Her eyes met his as he gazed at her with shock. Her brows were still pinched and she frowned at him. "What're you looking at?"

He wondered for a moment if she meant to snap at him, but he brushed it off as a side effect of the panic attack she experienced.

He didn't know much about mental health, and he was rather skeptical of if, himself, but he didn't necessarily care enough about the blonde woman to ask if she was okay.

Instead, he adopted a bored expression. "Aren't you going to sit?" He gestured to the seat across from him. "I figure we need to chat, yknow, man to wife."

"Sorry, I didn't know my official title was 'wife' now," she snapped once again. "What could you possibly have to say to me?"

For some reason, Luke found it hard to get along with the woman. He found her very bitchy, and in the small space of time he spent with her, she hadn't proved to be interesting. Not one bit.

In fact, he can't even understand how he managed to find her enough to marry in a drunken haze. Maybe drunk Luke just really wanted to get her in the sack.

She definitely seems like the 'no sex before marriage' type, he thought to himself.

"Is it wrong for me to want to talk to my wife? Or discuss an agreement with a possible business partner?" He smirked around the neck of his beer. He didn't miss how her eyes seemed to fire up as the words slipped past the confines of his lips.

"Call me that one more time and I will make you regret it," she hissed, begrudgingly taking a seat across from him.

Carter had always been the kind type. If somebody was nice to her, she was even nicer to them. But Luke, Luke was something else.

Every time he opened his mouth, she could hear the condescension fall from his lips. Almost as if he were patronizing her for merely existing.

He reminded her of her grandmother. And her elder sister.

She despised it.

"Look, Karen-"

"Carter," she hissed.

"Look, Carter, I don't know about you, but I don't exactly feel like dragging you around with me for the next six months-"

"The feeling is more than mutual," she fixed a strong glare onto him, and tried to ignore the overwhelming feeling of drowning that encompassed her body when she thought of her current situation.

"I doubt that," Luke smirked, blue eyes turned up as if he found the idea genuinely funny. "Who wouldn't want to marry me? I'm a rockstar." He ignited Carter's scoff. He had already discovered how to rile the woman up, and he was growing fond of it. "As I was saying, I don't want to be stuck with you, but, I spoke to the guys and they have a different idea."

Carter felt her stomach sink slightly.

"What do they think?" Her voice was softer, loose of the harsh tone she previously held.

Luke struggled to force the next words out. He hated to be reminded of his wrongdoings. "They think that I need to curb my bullshit. They think I need to allow myself time to 'heal'." He waves his long fingers in the air to signal quotation marks. "Mostly, they want me to stop sleeping with any girl that gives me attention, because it's giving us a bad rap."

Carter couldn't stop the sad feeling that bubbled in her throat. Luke was hurt. She had heard about his overexploited break up with his girlfriend, and she knew that he was, to a degree, out of control.

Binge drinking, assaulting bar staff, sleeping with countless women.

Reminded Carter of what her and Jo were like in their first year of college.

"So, they think that this agreement would be a great way to help shift my public image."

"Why can't you do it on your own?" Carter was genuinely curious. "Why do you feel the need to put yourself, and your band, in such a bad position? Wouldn't you want to set an example for you fans? A breakup can't have affected you that badly-"

"You know nothing about me." His jaw was clenched as the words slipping through clenched teeth. He hissed each syllable, allowing the blonde woman across from him to jump back slightly. "You don't know what happened in my fucking relationship. Who the fuck are you to question me? To question my choices?"

His voice was low. Menacing.

A chill went down Carter's spine and for a second, she felt as if she were a child standing under the harsh gaze of an authoritarian figure.

Luke was ranting, his eyes not meeting hers as he rambled about how little people like to comment on his life choices.

For a second, Carter let her eyes fall shut. This wasn't the first time she had been snapped at in such a way by an individual who believed themself to be above her. Nor will it be the last.

Nor was it the first time she was spoken to in degrading way. She had people she trusted more regard her as less, and she wouldn't let somebody with an ego as large as Luke Hemmings' speak to her like that.

Her eyes reopened. She set her jaw to match his, ignoring his words.

"Okay, I get it." She tried, only for him to continue rambling. She pushed a piece of hair away from her eyes, rolling the blue orbs within their flesh confines. She had enough, as Luke continued to rant, repeating his words as the alcohol overwhelmed him. "Will you shut the fuck up? Please?" She yelled, drawing attention from some of the staff.

The bar area was practically empty, as it was only 11:30 am, on a Saturday.

Luke's rant fell short, his mouth snapping shut at the outburst. He hadn't expected for her to snap at him. He was very used to being the dominant force in every relationship.

Every one apart from his relationship with Alexis.

The way Carter snapped reminded him of the woman, and his hands involuntarily began to shake.

He buried them underneath the table as soon as he felt the tremor.

"I'm sorry for snapping," Carter's for eyes watched him carefully, the guilt forming a glaze over the cerulean. "Look, I'm not pretending to know what you've been through, nor am I trying to tell you how to live your life. I'm trying to understand why you're in this position."

Her voice was soft. Calm. Comforting.

For a second, he was enveloped in the words that fell from her plump lips.

"I don't want to talk about it," Luke grumbled as he connected his hands underneath the table. Even thinking about his clusterfuck of a relationship and the effect it had on him was enough to bring up his desire to drink. Which is the reason he pushed it down so much.

Surprisingly, Carter didn't push him.

She pushed her chair out, placing her bare feet onto the ground. Luke felt relief at the thought of her leaving him alone.

"I'll be in contact with your manager soon," she nodded, turning on her bare heel and stalking away from the man.

Carter was well aware that she was possibly making a bad decision. She knew that it could be more damaging to her career than helpful if things went sour.

But she also knew, that her father raised her to help others out. She couldn't sit by and know that somebody could be damaging their career and drowning in their own depression when she could have helped them.

She couldn't do that to another person.

She had her limits, she knew that this could go wrong.

But more importantly, she knew that Luke, and his friends, needed the help.

She was too absorbed in her thoughts to take the elevator up to her floor. The sound of her feet tapping against the carpeted steps did nothing to fill her determination.

The door to room 304 flew open, and the three women inside turned their heads to their short friend.

Stephanie was the first to speak, growing tired of the silence as Carter stood against the closed wooden door.

"So are we doing this shit or not? I have a schedule to organize for when we get back to L.A."

Carter pushed out a deep breath, attempting to steel her nerves for the coming admission.

"Let's do this."

Josephine clapped, "great. Go shower, you look like you just ran ten laps."

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