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gwyn x balthazar | 4k words | warnings: none | masterlist

Clotho sits behind her old, worn desk. And Gwyn has been looking at her for over five minutes, not yet stepping forward from where she is partly hidden behind a bookshelf.

Clotho's is lost in the embrace of an old book, her eyes fully focused on the text in front of her. She hasn't noticed Gwyn yet. Although Gwyn somehow hopes she will. It would make it easier for her.

Clotho would wave her over and she would start talking.

But she can't stay hidden any longer. Mor is probably already waiting for her. They are supposed to leave in a few minutes, so Gwyn can't waste any more time.

She treads carefully as she steps out of her hiding place, her fingers fisting her robes. She inhales deeply, calming her speeding heart.

It is just one question. Not even a majorly dramatic one. But what if it is? What if Clotho says no? What if she is disappointed in Gwyn for even asking for something like this?

I am overthinking this way too much, Gwyn tells herself and lets go off her robes.

With a deep, steadying breath, she musters the courage to approach Clotho, her footsteps barely making a sound against wooden floor. The moment she stops in front of her desk, the High Priestess lifts her head.

A paper appears on the desk. So, you finally made up your mind?

Gwyn has to smile, a little giggle slipping through her lips — Clotho just knows everyone too well.

"I did," she says, nodding. Then Gwyn clears her throat softly, her heart racing as she continues, "I, ahm, I've wanted to ask you something…"

Clotho nods, her look telling Gwyn to continue.

Swallowing her unease, the young priestess chooses her words carefully, as if tip-toeing around something fragile. "So, there is this…this…this male…" Gwyn pulls her lower lip between her teeth and something sparkles in Clotho's eyes.

"I've met him…I mean, I somehow did…And, well, he seems to be a very, very good male. He's not a brute, no he is good in his heart and mind. And the others…" Her voice trails off momentarily.

Clotho observes Gwyn intently, as if wanting to look right inside her heart and soul, wanting to see if Gwyn truly means it, if this male truly means it. Yet, she does not react.

Drawing in another breath, Gwyn continues, her voice gaining some confidence. "The others…Nesta, Emerie, Cassian, Azriel... they all know him too. They trust him, and I do too."

Her fingers fidget her robes once again and Gwyn hesitates to go on. She feels how cold sweat coats the back of her neck, her skin growing hot, her breathing a little heavier.

"I... I'm…I was…no, I am wondering if it would be alright... if I can invite him to, you know, to a service. He is kind, and has a good heart, and I would like to invite him. Only if that is alright, of course. That is why I am asking."

The High Priestess' gaze softens, her eyes shining brightly. She remains silent, of course, but her words are getting written on the paper in front of Gwyn.

He truly is kind and a good male?

Gwyn nods.

You like him? Like him a lot?

Gwyn nods again, a faint blush gracing her pale cheeks. She feels how her body relaxes, and the skin of her face grows warm.

And he likes you? Means only good things?

"He does, or at least I think he likes me. But he only means good things, I know this." A smile parts her lips and she tips her chin. Clotho smiles as well, slowly bowing her head.

You have my blessing, Gwyneth. But you will have to ask the others as well, this is not only my decision.

Gwyn has technically already done so. She sent the letter to Balthazar, that she would love to visit Windhaven and see his woodcrafting space, two days ago, announcing her visit for this day.

Right after she sent the letter, she started asking her fellow priestesses for allowance to invite him. To her utter surprise, even Merrill had agreed. And now she also has Clotho's blessing.

This is a good day, Gwyn thinks. She grins, when she takes a step back from the desk. "Thank you! Thank you so much. This means the world to me!"

Clotho smiles a little brighter, her eyes twinkling like the stars in the night sky.

Now nothing can stop her. She will invite him here, show him her space as well. This is a major step. One that is both exciting and absolutely terrifying. He will be the first male to ever see this space — her very personal space. But it feels right. She wants Balthazar to see this. She wants to see how he reacts when she tells him everything about her life, when she lets him in. She has to see it, has to let him know, in order to go further with whatever it is between them.

But telling him, after he let her in on his worries, in his life, feels right. And it feels good — the thought of telling him makes her feel comforted. She knows whatever she has to say then will be safe with him.

Because everything he told her, is safe with her.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Gwyn's eyes widen with surprise as she ascends the staircase to the House of Wind, where Mor is waiting after changing into more Windhaven-appropriate clothing. Mor always looks stunning, but today she appears to have gone the extra mile. Gwyn can't quite put her finger on it why, but Mor looks absolutely beautiful in a tight plum-colored dress that perfectly accentuates her curves, her hair tied in a high ponytail.

Gwyn can't help but wonder why Mor has gone to such lengths, especially since it is just for a trip to Illyria. A small smirk graces Gwyn's lips, and her thoughts immediately drift to a certain Illyrian female, the one she calls her best friend — Emerie. Those stolen glances, the quiet giggles, and the way both of them blush when around each other — could that be the reason why? Most certainly!

"Good to go?" Mor asks, her voice joyful.

"I am, thank you for taking me." Gwyn smiles as she walks up to Mor who already reaches out her hand for her. "Oh, don't worry, I have…business to deal with up there anyway. You know, those males sometimes just need a female to talk business." Mor grins, her eyes sparkling brightly.

They walk outside, to the balcony, the sun already high up in the sky, its warm strays falling upon their skins. "I will stay until you want to go home, if you want to leave immediately after arriving it is also fine. You tell me, alright?"

Gwyn's heart warms at the kindness, at the thoughtfulness. "Thank you," she says and it is then that mist wraps around them, they become weightless, their feet leaving the ground and just a moment later touching it again. Winnowing — still something that Gwyn finds herself marvelling at.

The air is crisp up here, it always is. It always is cooler up here, Gwyn thinks and for a moment her mind drifts back to the Blood Rite, to how they were thrown into it with only their nightgowns on their bodies. It is still a miracle that they made it out alive. That they won. Emerie and her made it to the top, became Carynthian. Nesta won as well, she also made it out alive! And so did Balthazar, no matter what his father would have said — he made it out alive and that is a big win.

"Will he come pick you up?"

Gwyn turns to Mor. "Yes. I asked him if he could meet me at the training pitch, as it is the only place I know around here."

Mor nods in understanding and the two females set out to walk over to the training pitch. It is midday, so hardly anyone is around, most Illyrian males are probably eating right now or taking a nap after lunch. The females are probably working in the kitchens, but all of this will change soon. Soon Balthazar will be officially announced as camp lord, and everything will change for the better.

They arrive at the pitch, already a bit later than arranged but Balthazar is no where in sight. Gwyn does not grow nervous, but a tiny kernel of unease blooms inside of her. Where might he be? Did he forget her?

"You don't have to wait with me, Mor," Gwyn tells the blond female next to her. Mor is observing her surroundings, her eyes squinted, her hand placed against her forehead as she looks around, observes. "Of course, I do. I am not leaving you here alone." "Balthazar will be here soon." "Yes, and until then I'll wait with you." There is no room for protest, the decision is final.

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"When did this happen?" Balthazar slings his arm under his mother's shoulder, trying to help her up. "And why? What were you doing?"

"I was up in the attic, Baz. Trying to look for some things."

"There are no things up in the attic that are important." "Your f—" "Don't!" His voice is filled with both concern and warning. He does not want to hear it. He does not want to hear that his mother nearly broke her neck by trying to retrieve old things that belonged to his father.

"I am sorry, Baz," she says in a voice tinged with hurt, and a tears trail down her cheeks.

Worry floods his being, eliminating any other thought or feeling. What if that happens and he is not around to help her?

His hands, strong and steady, support her fragile figure, offering both physical and emotional help. Balthazara assesses her for any signs of injury, his eyes scanning over her body, but she seems fine. And yet, his mother's vulnerability, her pain, grips his heart with icy claws, and sinks its fangs into his whole chest. With tenderness and care, he reassures her that everything will be alright, his voice laced with both love and worry. And Fiara clings to him, as if never wanting to let go.

He helps her mover over to the couch, his gaze flicking to the old grandfather clock on the wall. It tells him he is already late. Again!

Balthazar ensures his mother is seated safely. He kneels beside her, wings draped on the ground and takes her hand in his. "Mother," he breathes and a tear slides out of Fiara's eyes.

"I am sorry, Baz." Her voice trembles, her chin quivering.

With gentle words and his thumb brushing over the back of her hand, he tries to ease her discomfort and get rid of any pain she may be feeling. Fiara's eyes are closed, her chest lifting and falling with deep inhales. She seems to fall asleep.

So, Balthazar carefully lets go off her hand and straightens up. "Mother, I have to go and…deal with something. I will be back later, but please, promise me to not go up there again. If there is something you want, Thena or I can retrieve it for you, but please don't do it yourself."

His mother nods weakly, her gaze meeting Balthazar's through heavy-lidded eyes. "I promise," she whispers and leans back against the cushions, eyes closing once again.

Balthazar quickly bends down to place a kiss on the top of her head and pulls a wool blanket over her fragile figure. "I'll be back for dinner. I am cooking, you don't have to worry about that."

He is not sure his mother still hears this, maybe she is already fast asleep.

The moment the young Illyrian is outside the door, he is running. He is running again, like usual. Somehow, he is always running. But when it comes to Gwyn, he would run everywhere. At any time. And as fast as he can.

He runs past the huts, hurdles through the small pathways between the tents, turns around the corner of yet another hut and takes one last sprint towards the training pitch. A thin film of sweat coats his entire being, but Gwyn has already seen him bloody and dirty, so she will be able to deal with that as well.

"Gwyneth," he breaths when he comes to halt, voice breathless, but not from running, rather from how stunned he is once again by her beauty. He forgets to breathe, to think, to exist — she is stunning, almost like a queen or goddess.

His eyes are solely trained on her, on the smile, this bright and beautiful smile, that parts her lips.

"Balthazar." Her teal eyes sparkle, as they trail over his features and Gwyn takes a step forward. Only then does Balthazar's gaze move to the female next to her and he bows a little at the waist.

"Lady Morrigan." "Lord Balthazar of Windhaven!" The blonde female smiles at him, and reaches out a hand which Balthazar quickly shakes.

Gwyn, even if it makes absolutely no sense, and especially since she has only a short time ago pondered about Mor and Emerie, feels a pang of jealousy inside of her when their hands touch. It is so odd and irrational that Gwyn has to shake her head. But she knows this feeling, knows it is jealousy, even though it makes absolutely no sense.

"Lord Balthazar, you know where Lady Emerie's shop is?"

He thinks for a moment, but then nods. "Of course, I do." "If Gwyn wants to go home, you will immediately get me. You will find me there. Or you will bring her to me, do you understand?"

"I do," he says, voice stern and sincere. Of course, he would do this. Immediately.

"Good, otherwise, me and my favourite dagger will do very lovely things to you, to very important body parts of you." Warning flashes brightly in Mor's eyes when she steps past him.

For a split second, something like shock passes over the young Illyrian's face, but he quickly finds himself nodding once again. And so Mor leaves, flashing Gwyn an encouraging and happy smile which the young priestess returns.

Balthazar seems a little nervous when the young priestess searches his gaze. His brows are furrowed and he is nibbling on his lower lip. He inhales a deep breath, solid chest rising with it, and wipes the palms of his hands down his thighs. "Alright, my woodcrafting space. Shall we?" He asks and nervousness takes root in his chest.

Gwyn is the first person, outside of his family and Corrian, to ever see this place. He has never shown it to anyone, no one has ever been in there — this feels like a major step in his life. Like he lays his soul even more bare than he had already done when he had told Gwyn about his father and his nightmares.

"But first, how are you feeling today?"

His voice, so low, with the slight rasp, and so comforting dances over her skin and Gwyn finds herself smiling. "Thank you for asking, I am feeling very good today." Her smile turns into a grin that Balthazar mirrors with his lips.

"And you? What about you?"

"Never felt better," he says, but the smile on his lips does not reach his eyes and Gwyn immediately knows something is up. She herself is surprised about how well she can read him already.

Her own smile falters, brows furrowing. "You are not being honest, are you? Did something happen?"

A little huff accompanies Balthazar's sad smile and he says, "My mother fell earlier and I am a little worried about her. But it is all alright, she is sleeping now."

"You can go to her!" Gwyn blurts out. "Stay with her. You don't have to spend time with me when—" "I want to spend time with you. As I said, she is sleeping, it is perfectly alright. I want to be with you this afternoon, spend time with you. It is the best thing that can happen to me today, the nicest distraction from all the chaos right now." His smile is now more sincere, honest and does reach his eyes. He means it, he really does.

"Alright, shall we?"

Gwyn nods excitedly, but when she looks around to where a few Illyrians start to return to their chores outside, and also to the smaller training pitches, a kernel of nervousness blooms inside of her. Her heart quickens when her gaze ping-pongs between the males. Then she looks up at Balthazar with a hint of panic in her eyes.

He must sense her unease, taking a step towards her.

Summoning her courage, and pushing past the restraint that held her back the last time, she looks up at him, her voice soft and hesitant, "Would it be alright if... if you—could, please, hold my hand while we walk over to your hut?"

Gwyn lowers her gaze, her fingers curled around the lower edge of her sweater. She feels vulnerable in this moment, not strong.

But she knows how easy it is to lose control in moments like this, to fall back into all patterns of angst and panic whenever a male gets too close. She does no longer want to be afraid. And she knows that Balthazar holding her hand will help her keep control. He will give her the necessary comfort, the necessary strength she needs in this moment.

She waits for his response, her eyes briefly meeting his before flickering away. It is such a simple request, but a tremendous step for Gwyn. She hasn't touched a male like this in ages, and most definitely not after…Sangravah. But Balthazar does not scare her, his closeness does not worry her, and his touch, it won't hurt her.

Something like pain passes over Balthazar's face, almost like he can sense that there is some deeper pain hidden inside of Gwyn. Some secret that makes her so cautious, so wary, so…scared.

"You never have to ask for something like this, Gwyneth," the young Illyrian whispers.

He reaches out his hand, not grabbing hers yet. He gives her time, lets her take his hand when she is ready for it.

Gwyn's fingers tremble slightly as she slowly reaches out, her hand hovering near his for a moment before finally making contact. The touch is delicate, her fingers sliding into his in a tentative grip. The skin of Balthazar's palm is a little callused, probably from all the fighting with swords and the woodcrafting he does.

Balthazar has never felt something like what he feels when Gwyn's palm brushes his. Her slim hand perfectly fits into his broad hand, like they were made for one another.

He holds her hand, not tightly, so she can pull it back whenever she wants to. But the spark, the sensation that explodes on their skins the moment their palms really meld, does not go unnoticed by either of them.

Gwyn's eyes briefly meet Balthazar's, a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability evident in her gaze. With a shy smile, she draws in a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, and begins to walk alongside him, her grip tightening ever so slightly when they head towards the huts of the Illyrian war camp.

"Thank you," she says, her tone barely above a whisper. Balthazar does not answer, but he gives her hand a gently, assuring squeeze and it is all Gwyn needs in this moment.

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Gwyn's eyes are wide as she takes in the interior of the hut. She stands in the middle of it, turning and spinning on her heels so she can look at every little corner, every nook, of the room, so she won't miss a single thing. She can still feel his touch against her palm, how good it felt, and how right it was. It was perfect, and it was a big step she is now happy and proud she took.

"You made all of this?" she breathlessly expresses.

"Yes." Balthazar looks happy, bouncing on his toes, wings and hands folded behind his back. Instead of looking at the room, he looks at Gwyn, watching her as she swirls and looks around. So stunning… his lips part in silent admiration.

"Is this the chair you mentioned last time?"

Balthazar explains to her that it is, and also tells her what it still misses but that it will be finished soon. He also shows her the other objects, certain small stools, a box, a shelf that he has only started recently, little figures and many more things. They wander through the whole hut, it is small, but there is just so much too see and Gwyn is so interested. She wants to see everything, wants to run her fingers over every smooth surface. And she also wants to hold his hand again.

The dedication he pours into every project is very visible and Gwyn is happy to learn a little more about him whenever they meet. He is an interesting, intriguing male, with a heart of gold and a mind as sharp as a blade. She loves that about him. Somehow she has always dreamed to meet a male just like him.

"How do you now feel about the camp lord business?" Gwyn suddenly asks, glancing over her shoulder at Balthazar.

The smile on his face vanishes for a split second and he says, "Better. And alongside my sister and my best friend, I definitely have you to thank for this. I am starting to believe that I can do this. That I am ready for this."

She turns, so her front faces his and reaches out to hold his hand once again. "You don't have to thank me for showing you the obvious. You are perfect for this position, you were just too blind to see it."

Balthazar smirks, his hand tingling where it touches Gwyn's. "Did you just call me blind?"

A grin parts her delicate lips and for a moment Balthazar's falls drops to her mouth.

"Well, you are blind. You clearly don't see your potential, your skills, your power." She traces her thumb over the siphon on the back of his hand to make her point clear. Balthazar nearly shudders at the feeling, his breath getting caught in his throat.

"Gwyneth," he hums.

The priestess' cheeks warm a little, her breathing turning heavier. It is the way he says her name — her full name. It does something to her, makes her body feel something she hasn't felt before. But hearing her name on her lips, it is…no words can describe the emotion she is feeling.

Somehow it feels like in all those romance book, when the love interest whispers dirty somethings into the female's ear. Yes, yes, this is somehow comparable to what him saying her name feels like. And Gods, will he ever say her name like this to her when they— She can't think about this right now. This would be scandalous!

"Would you like to come see a service some time?"

Balthazar seems to not understand immediately. His forehead lies in furrows, his hand loosening its hold on Gwyn's. She giggles softly, loving his confused expression. He is still so very handsome, but Cauldron, does he look adorable like this.

"I am a priestess and we have services and I was wondering if you would like to attend one. I asked, if it is alright for everyone, and it is. You may come, if you want to."

She looks hopeful and finally Balthazar nods. "I would love to. Will you sing again?"

"I will."

"Then there's nothing I'd rather do. When can I come?"

Gwyn's heart does many happy skips at his excitement and the grin blooming on his handsome face.

"Sunday. The next one is on Sunday."

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simping-invader · 2 months

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PART 3~

So not going to lie there's probably a lot of inconsistency throughout the story just because I'm writing each part on a different day and I don't really read through the last part to remember the details I put in so some things are shoehorned in ignore those <3

ANYWAY

Onto part 3

Zims Pov:

Dib's actions make my head spin. does he know what he's doing to me? not to mention how he won't give me my own shirt back! And to make it worse he even has my pac! most confusingly why is he insisting to 'hang out' as he put it. "You still haven't explained why you think you can just 'hang' around my base, Dib-stink" I huff, having to almost speed walk to keep up with him." Because I'm bored." dib only briefly looks back at me when he speaks, thankfully so. my mind won't get out of the gutter. "How is that my problem, go find some humans to bother. I have much better things to do!"

hopefully we get to my base soon...these 'swim shorts' are clinging to my skin and driving me mad. not to mention if Dib keeps being so...Whatever he is! I'll have a... bigger problem other than my antenna. It's not helping that Dibs shorts are also clinging to his skin, and that on its own is making me feel all sorts of ways. Dib laughs a bit, snaping me out of my filthy thoughts. "Better things like what Zim? it's been years since you've done anything. you're just locked up in your base all the time doing nothing." How DARE this stupid human claim to know what I! ZIM have been doing! " I'll have you know I'm simply waiting for my tallest! soon enough I'll bet off this blasted rock and your EaRtH will be part of the great Irken empire!" I yell, much to my Suprise Dib stops in his track. good. maybe that stupid human is going to beg for Zim's forgiveness.

dibs pov:

Zim's confident proclamation catches me by surprise... there's no way he really believes they're still coming. i turn around, expecting to see some look of sarcasm, but instead Zim's body language actually matches his voice for once. Then smaller alien was glaring at me, his antenna Stright back, and looking sharp enough to stab me if he wanted to. I feel my face Morph from amusement to pity and shock. "You... Zim you actually think they're coming back?" Zims anger only seems to grow from my question, his glare now shooting daggers at me. " OF COURSE, THEY ARE" he yells at me, a real yell, for the first time in years. " My tallest are simply preparing the armada!" I take a step towards him "Zim...I've heard them... On my radio... they're not coming." Zim looks like he's ready to attack me as I get closer to him...Luckly, I have his Pac, so if he decides to lunge, he won't have any machinal advantage. not that he really needs one. I may tower over him Hight wise now, but I know his irken strength can still out match me. " Shut up! you know nothing!" he spits out, his words filled with venom.

I can't help but sigh, the harsh sun beating down on us starting to annoy me. " Zim, I can prove it to you. when's the last time you even heard from them?" Zim pauses, clearly having to think about it. " Well, when i last called them was at the Hiskool graduation. I reported that I had collated all the information we needed for the invasion and would stand by for their instructions." I just look at him. god he's fucking oblivious. " That was almost 5 years ago Zim. 5 years. Don't you think they would have at least updated you by now?" Zim's antennae drop down briefly, almost as if he's considering the truth, but they almost immediately shoot back to their angry position. "They're just busy!" His absolute stubborn obviousness' starts to piss me off, the heat not helping. "Zim oh my god. if you're so sure about that, why don't we call them. " Zim seems happy...Ish about that suggestion, his body language relaxing and his antenna going into a more neutral position. "Fine. let's go call them! then you'll see!" I can't help but roll my eyes as we start heading to his base once again. part of me want to laugh at him when his 'beloved tallest' confirm that they want nothing to do with him...the rest of me worries about how this will completely destroy him...

After not too long of a walk we reach his base. Zim wastes no time to push past me once we get inside, almost marching towards the tv. "Computer! call the tallest!" with his command, the tv switches from the random show Gir had left on, to a standing image of the irken symbol with 'calling the tallest' in bold letters across it. the line rings for far too long before it's finally picked up and the two leaders of irk appear on screen, immediately looking annoyed to see it was Zim who called. the red one smacked the purple one as Zim turns around to look at me with a ' i told you so' smirk. "What did I tell you about answering transmissions from earth!" red scolds, not even attempting to whisper. Zim doesn't seem to pick up on the clear annoyance towards him, that smirk still on his face. "My tallest! it is Zim! I'm called to ask about plans for earth, when will i be taken off this soon to be part of our great empire!" I sit back on the couch as the red leader sighs in annoyance "never Zim." his words are short and his tone his blunt. Zim spins around to face me with a cocky smirk" see Dib! I told you they-" his antennae drop down as his face shifts to one of shock. he slowly turns back to the screen, facing his uncaring leaders. "What?" he mumbles out, only getting two annoyed looks back " we're not coming. stop calling us. you're not an invader and we want nothing to do with that pathetic rock." reds voice was full of hate as he spoke, and with each word Zim seemed to shrivel into himself. "Congrats on at least growing some. " The purple one adds sarcastically. over the past 10ish years Zim has been on earth, he's only grown about 2 and a half feet, still leaving him rather short. both cracking up in laughter before the line is dropped.

My 'I told you so' suddenly self when Zim faces me once more, looking betrayed and crushed. "Zim..." I say softly, wanting to comfort him. "Get out" he utters, his gaze looking towards the floor. "Zim I'm sorry... i tried to war-" Zim cuts me off glaring up at me, his eyes filled with rage and hurt. " I said GET OUT! leave me alone!" my lips part as i go to speak but i decide against it, sighing as i get up, leaving his things on the couch before heading to the front door. before i leave i turn back to him "you know where to find me if you need anything..." with that I leave, heading back towards my house, feeling guilty about shattering his illusion, even if reality needed to be brought to his attention.

3rd person pov:

A few days pass with neither boys hearing from, or seeing the other. After the reality check from the Tallest, Zim hasn't left his base, nor has he left his private quarters, allowing his s.i.r unit to run rampage around his base. After 5 days of not seeming Zim leave the house, Dib started to get more worried about the alien then he already was, and on the 6th day he decides to go see him.

Dibs pov;

once again i was woken up before my alarm, my thoughts making it hard for me to sleep. its's been days since last saw Zim...I don't know how he'll react to seeing me, but i just...i need to make sure he's ok. i look out my window, seeing that the sun slowly raising across the Horrison, its golden light softly lighting up the sky. maybe an early morning walk can brighten Zim's mood... yeah...I'll do that. I nod to myself as i swing my legs off the bed before slowly getting up and stretching. I throw on a random pair of blue jean shorts and a tank top before heading downstairs and out the door. I hope Zim won't attack me on sight... after a short 10-minute walk i find myself at his door, and with a bit of hesitation i knock. much to my surprise the door immediately opens. when the door opens i can see the absolute mess that is currently Zim's base, and equally messy Gir smiling up at me " HIIIIIIIIIIIIIII." the state of the base makes me more worried for zims mental state. "Hey gir...where's zim?"

i gently push the robot to the side, letting myself in. almost instantly my nose is assaulted with a combination of smells, almost none of them pleasant. " He's sleeping SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." i look around at the mess surrounding me " how...long has he been asleep?" Everything about this is..so concerning... " few days. he must be reaaally tired." days?? zim hasn't left his room in days??? I walk past gir, my feet moving on their own as i walk towards zims bedroom. Without knocking i open the door, slightly relieved to find the room clean. The room was completely dark aside from the slivers of sunlight filtering in through the window. in the middle of the room was a large, round green and pink bed. the walls were bare side from the now ripped up irken flags. zim was laying almost lifelessly on the bed, his back towards me. his irken uniform was thrown onto the floor, and it looked like he was wearing some old gym shorts from skool. "zim..." i speak softly as i walk into the room, slowly approaching the bed. When i don't get a response i get closer. "Zim it's been days...are you ok."

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aki-mochi · 3 years

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Levi x Reader: Drunk Love

WARNING: NSFW!! Levi stood there, completely nude, in front of Erwin and Hanji as he covered his stuff while avoiding their gazes. His cheeks turning pink with his hair messy with fly-aways in every direction and his body covered in bites and hickeys. Erwin stood in Levi's living room, not amused, while Hanji was laughing until she was in tears.

"Sooo...you wanna tell me why you are...?" Erwin trailed off.

"I dunno....I-I...just woke up like this...."

"You were drinking last night, huh?" Erwin asked, more like stated.

"A little...." he mumbled, then clicked his tongue.

"Woooow Levi~!" Hanji laughed more.

"Shut up" Levi slightly growled as he tried to remember his actions last night.

~flashback~

Levi sat at a table in a bar with a few of his friends and co-workers, passing time and attempting to get away from the stress of work. Eren, who happened to be one of his best workers, offered him some food while drinking his drink. No sooner did another song start to play, a familiar woman entered the bar with Mikasa.

"I've never been in a bar.” Mikasa stated.

"We can't buy alcoholic beverages so we can just have water and some food. Give us some free time from all the work we've been asked to do." Y/n replied.

She nodded in agreement, looking around at her surroundings only to see the men at Levi's table looking towards them. Truth be told, Y/n and Mikasa worked in the same building as Levi, just on different floors. The two had met on a few occasions and even had small talk in the elevator whenever they were going to the same floor for meetings, but never actually got close to one another.

Levi glanced at the two as they came in and made a bit of a face. "I guess they're getting the same thing you are, Eren." He smirked behind his glass as he looked at Eren's drink suited for him being underaged. Eren pouted and gave somewhat of a glare towards his boss. "If you weren't my boss, and I wanted to not get fired, I'd slap you like I do Horse-face." He mumbled in his glass of apple juice.

"You sound like you're plenty drunk on apples," Levi stated as he set his glass down. "Now you finally have a chance to talk to that girl. I've seen you eyeing her at work." Hearing his comment, Eren did a spit-take with his drink; coughing and pounding his chest a bit. Once he got his breath back, he looked at Levi like he grew two heads.

"Are you insane or drunk?!" He slightly yelled in a whispered tone.

"I'm neither. You shout about being better at your job than The Titan Company down the road but you can't even talk to a girl."

"Yeah?! W-well what about the girl you stare at?! You seem like you stalk her!"

"The only time I even see her is on the elevator. Are you sure you aren't drinking beer?" Levi retorted.

"I'm underage to be drinking unless someone spiked it when I wasn't looking." Eren calmly stated as he took another drink.

"If no one did, they might need to so you can actually grow some balls for at least an hour and act like a man instead of a loud little kid."

Eren glared. "Shut the hell up....I do act mature. Just on some levels." He, then, turned away to stare at the ebony female with a slight blush on his slightly dark skin.

”Can you prove that?" Levi smirked at Eren's attitude.

"What did you say?" Eren growled, thinking his boss is picking a fight when he doesn't feel like throwing a punch while Mikasa is here.

"I said to prove that you aren't a child and go talk to her," Levi told him.

"Fine. I will." He suddenly stood up and walked towards the two sisters, feeling confident in his moves. Levi smirked as he watched, wanting to see how much of a train wreck it would turn into. But the minute Eren was only five steps away, he froze. His face turned a sheer scarlet red and felt his palms get sweaty. But what he didn't expect to happen, was that Mikasa noticed him and gave a small wave to him, making him lose his cool and speed-walking back to his seat before face planting the table. Mikasa flushed a faint pink but couldn't help to give a minuscule smirk from his failure to walk over.

"You’re a wuss" Levi muttered.

"Fuck you....." Eren mumbled against the table.

Levi smirked and took a sip of his whiskey before standing. "Let me show you how it's done," he stated as Eren groaned and watched him as he made his way towards the girls.

Levi walked over to the older of the two with a confident stride, the alcohol taking the edge off of his normal attitude. Y/n was too busy talking to Mikasa to notice him. Taking a french fry off her plate, she ate it and smiled as she was talking about her latest masterpiece for the company due to being in the advertising department. Mikasa mentioned a work project that’s due next week before looking over Y/n's shoulder to see the male.

"This seat taken?" Levi asked.

Y/n turned towards the voice of the male and her eyes widened. "M-Mr. Ackerman....! It's nice to see you again." She smiled softly at him.

"The same to you" he stated. "We don't see each other often. I thought we could talk."

"Of course! Come sit with me!" She smiled and patted the seat on the other side of her. He gladly sat, looking towards Eren and winking in success mainly to show off before talking to the two women. Eren growled and slammed his hands on the table and walked over once more before offering a hand at the grey-eyed female.

"May I sit with the beauty who I'm looking at~?" He asked with a smile.

Mikasa looked and blushed brightly at his words but nodded. “Sure."

With a small hum, Eren sat beside her before gently holding her waist to bring her closer to him. Her blush darkened, looking at her plate of food like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Y/n eyed the boy, a little surprised at his actions before drinking her iced water, smirking behind her glass as she knew Mikasa has a crush on him. Levi rolled his eyes, ignoring Eren as he talked to Y/n, keeping up a conversation about her interests. About an hour later, Levi was not feeling like his usual self. His cheeks were flushed while his eyes were dilated, black pupils taking up more of his steel-blue corneas. Y/n had offered to take him home while Mikasa stayed with Eren since he's completely sober. After that, Mikasa waved as she left with the green-eyed boy.

He tried to refuse, saying he was fine but she insisted, eventually giving up as he slumped over the table. Y/n slung one of Levi's arms around her neck; the other around his waist while leading him outside. Digging in his back pocket for his wallet and keys, she pressed a button to activate its panic alarm. Upon hearing a frantic horn, she turned to her left to see the flashing lights of a sleek black Ford Mustang. After calming the automobile, she gently helped a drunk Levi into the passenger side before slipping herself behind the wheel. Y/n opened up his wallet and found a small piece of paper with his name and address written in beautiful cursive. Pulling up the GPS on her phone, she punched in his home address to help her navigate before revving up the engine and beginning to drive to him home.

Levi did his best to keep the alcohol's side effects from taking over, grinning as he remembered the feeling of her hand in his pocket but stayed quiet until they got to his house. Once Y/n had gotten him out of his car and into his house, after she had unlocked the door with his keys, she walked him to his room and placed him in bed. She gave a small huff from how heavy he is for a short man. As she tried to leave the room, Levi had grabbed her wrist to keep her in place.

"(Y/n)," he muttered.

"Levi. You're drunk. You need to rest." She said softly so as not to hurt his pounding head.

"Only if you rest with me." He said, not because of how many shots he’s had, but because he’s wanted her since the first day he saw her and this was the only way he could get himself to say it. Y/n smiled and pried his hand off her arm so she could help him get comfortable by stripping him of his clothes. Y/n flushed a scarlet red when he was now only in his briefs which held a proud tent.

He smirked a bit as he watched her. "You can look if you want"

"I-I rather not, thank you...." she stuttered before going to find him some bed clothes he could wear; giving him time to look over her body that was shown by the jeans and shirt she's wearing. Her hair pulled up into a ponytail and her feet dressed in regular tennis shoes. He blushed from more than the booze in his system as he looked over her, letting her help him dress before laying in the bed with him. Y/n covered him up along with herself and sighed softly as she turned her back to him so she can sleep since it's after midnight.

But with Levi still drunk, he couldn't go to sleep. No. He didn’t want to go to sleep. He had a beautiful woman in his bed and he wanted her to be his woman. No one else’s. Levi took advantage of his drunk state and suddenly rolled Y/n onto her back, pinning her to the bed. She blinked, shocked from his sudden actions.

"L-Levi....?" she stuttered.

"Y/n.....~” he purred in her ear while sliding his hands up her shirt, making her shiver at his cold slender hands on her heated skin. "Let me love you," he whispered before colliding her lips with his own, making her body stiffen. She soon felt intoxicated by his touch and kissed him back, craving for more as she entangled her fingers into his soft black hair as she moaned.

Levi kissed her deeply as his hands made their way to her breasts, feeling the soft flesh against his skin. Arching her back at the feeling, she pulled away from his lips for air but gasping the minute he latches his own to her sensitive neck. She moaned his name when he bit her neck then pulled back with a smirk. Y/n looked down to see that Levi had, somehow, stripped her bare naked without her noticing. Trailing kisses down her body, she moaned and ran her fingers through his hair again as she closed her legs when he got between them. He rubbed her thighs soothingly before kissing them to help her relax. Once he thought she was ready, Levi opened her legs and placed his head between them. His tongue slid along her folds before flicking at her clit. Her hips jolted upwards while her fingers tugged at his hair, giving loud lewd moans.

Levi smirked and started to go faster, making her squirm and squeal in complete ecstasy as he tasted every inch of her. He then sucked her bundle of nerves into his mouth as his tongue did wonders. Y/n panted as she arched her back off the bed while her head flew back into the pillows, desperately wanting to move away but his hands held her down in place as he ravished her more. His teeth gently grazed her clit, making her lose control of the volume of her moans as they got even louder before she finally released with a squeak. But Levi kept going, making her beg as he continued to drain her of every drop before pulling off with a small pop. A trembling Y/n laid there panting heavily as Levi licked her clean, sitting up to look down at the beautiful sight under him. Levi chuckled and laid beside her with his arm draped over her waist.

Y/n calmed down from her overstimulated high before she made the bold move to pin him to the bed instead. Levi looked up at her in slight shock from the sudden move before his breath started to hitch when she started to rub the bulge in his pants. She hummed and stripped him bare of any clothes before suddenly going down to suck his cock. Levi's hips bucked at the sudden pleasure of her hot mouth on him, panting as he felt her tongue do circles around the tip.

"(Y-Y/n)~" Levi moaned as he gripped the sheets. "Ngh...! I-I'm gonna....! Ah!" he gave a loud moan as he came in her mouth. Y/n swallowed it all, a little disappointed that he came that quick, and sat up before marking him in hickeys and love bites, loving the sounds that were coming from his mouth. After she was satisfied with her work, she straddled his hips before pushing herself onto him, making her gasp and him moan. When she felt comfortable, she bounced on him as her hands rested on his chest. Loud slapping noises of skin colliding and loud moans filled the room. Y/n decided to bounce faster and go all the way down, earning her a loud moan from Levi as he gripped her hips to help her keep steady.

Pretty soon they both hit their high and came together. Y/n collapsed onto Levi's chest, panting heavily as he held her close to him. Having to pull out, he laid both their bodies on the bed and pulled her to his chest after covering them both with the blanket and going to sleep.

~back to the present~

Y/n walked out of the bathroom only to see a naked Levi standing there, in front of his boss and co-worker as he tried to suppress his blush. Smirking, the said female walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and satisfied hum.

"Don't worry, Mr. Smith~. Levi was a good boy last night with all the moans I made him do~."

At that, Hanji ran out with Erwin on her tail, trying to suppress their nose bleeds while Levi was a blushing mess at the moment from her comment. Y/n laughed at his reaction and kissed him briefly before giving him a warm smile and going to make breakfast. Levi sighed as he went back to his room to get dressed.

'Maybe getting drunk wasn't so bad after all......'

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Warnings College AU sexual and adult themes. Yall know the drill okay

Chapter 2

Bugzapper⚡💔: i have a proposition to make.

Jiro flashes Mina her phone as she sips iced coffee in the blessed air conditioning of the cafe.

"That's never a good sign." She comments, moon bright eyes glued to the phone as she thinks.

"What's not a good sign?" Uraraka asks from across the table, the two girls fill her in.

"Oh." She racks her brain on what that could be, "Okay well I'm dying to know, now."

🎵Music to my soul 🎶 : What do you want airhead?

Jiro's text sent a surge of excitement through Kaminari. It was exactly what he needed after three hours of begging and bribing Bakugou to allow the sorority in or at least invite them. His fingers fly across the screen setting up a date and time for a "meeting over lunch" to discuss the proposition in further detail.

Meanwhile across campus, you huff, eyes narrowed as a rare emotion is pulled from your fingertips in the form of deadly ice. Pulling the moisture from the air to freeze it or pulling any water towards you to keep your flank safe as your opponent rushes you at breakneck speeds.

You hated this fucking guy, cocky, brash, so God damn arrogant in the way he held himself, in the way he spoke. It made you nauseous just thinking of him.Had you known he was the male star of this university you wouldn't have transferred, yet you still needed to transfer didn't you? Anything to get out from under the shadow of a certain Todoroki.

No one cared to admit or to notice, that your quirk was different from Shoto's. You could manipulate water towards you to freeze, and manipulate whatever was already frozen. Your ice was denser and more durable than his and dare you say it colder than his too. Yet no one gave a shit, his was ice AND fire. You were just a one trick pony and a trick they already saw. Your opponent's taunting doesn't help matters much.

"I've already seen this before Ice Brat. Did ya forget where I fucking went to high school?" His hand heats the ice as he activates his quirk before three deafening blasts ring out.

As you allow him to break down the ice you act on pure rage, securing some revenge from the first time he signed your hair. Pointed icicles lie in wait and once the wall is fully down you give him a nasty smirk before sending the straight his way.

You're supposed to melt your weapons before they hit your opponent, neither of you are supposed to go all out per the professor's and college's strict rules in the athletics department but Bakugou always does. Somehow his big stupid mouth spews something that eggs you on. As if someone were shoving bamboo skewers beneath your skin, under your nails, sending you into an unheard of rage.

Normally you were as your quirk, icy, unbothered by the world but Bakugou, God you could wring his neck. Freeze his hot blood as you watch him turn into slush beneath your feet.

He expects you to abide by the rules, to splash him with glacier water but he realizes it too late. That you won't he let's off a quick blast, shattering two of the four deadly points. One grazes his cheek as he just barely dodges while the other lodges itself into his arm.

You have half a mind to twist it. You pull at his blood bringing it into your arsenal. Blood red needles and bullets surround Bakugou.

"I don't think you've seen this before.." You say darkly ready to release your hold and shred him into, give him a taste of his own medicine. Maybe he would see how bitter and nauseating he was. He smirks, opening his mouth to retort but you send your ice his way aiming for non vital spots although the ice creeps closer to your heart begging it to hit something vital. The inside of your ice palace begins to reek of burning sugar and spice, he plans to let out an explosion to bring this whole place down from the inside out.

Just as he is about to detonate and just as the blood and ice are about to pierce skin the professor bursts into the gym.

"I step out for five minutes and this is what happens?!"

The ice and blood return to liquid splashing across Bakugou as his skin pops. The professor takes in the damage from your ice and his explosions, still better controlled than most of his other students quirks.

"I gotta stop pairing these two together." He murmurs to himself before dismissing class. With a flick of your wrist the ice fortress melts, returning to the reservoir below the gym floor, ignoring the molten glare that is sent your way.

"You're such a bitch." Bakugou growls as you pass, flinging blood from his fingers as he wipes at his face. You offer him a fake pitying smile before heading into the women's locker room.

"Fucking asshole." You hiss, forcing the sight of his garnet gaze out of your mind. Instead turning your attention to your buzzing phone in your locker. It's a few missed calls and some texts in the girl's group chat. Briefly you wonder if you ever should have joined that stupid sorority, it was small, non toxic, and would look good should you need to transfer again.

Not only did you somehow get elected the president but you also became friends with the three other ladies despite your best efforts not too.

Mins: Prez we might have a way to save the sorority...lunch after you're done with training?

IceQueen ❄: Hope it's good, the Dean already put the house up for sale. Let me get ready and I'll be there shortly.

Mina presents her phone to the crowd around her, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Jiro and Uraraka do a small celebration. Denki more so than anyone else, he knows the combined car washes will be more than enough to fix up the house, he also recently learned that you had the power of negotiation on your side. Having just listened to Mina retell the story of how you got free food for a month from a bar for yourself and your friends. And not from some sleaze who wanted to sleep with you either, no it was from the owner himself.

Denki is hopeful and so are the ladies indicating that this may be his best idea yet.

You arrive at the small bistro early, spying your party on the front patio. The three men had seen you in person before, they knew you were easy on the eyes but up close you were breathtaking. Manicured nails but nothing gaudy, normally nude or soft shades, light makeup, mascara at most as far as they could tell and your outfit was well put together. You were what the world called plus size but everyone else called thiccc. Your confidence oozing in your light blouse tucked into your black skinny jeans, uncaring that you had a pouch.

You needed that extra fat to keep from freezing by your own quirk. The only thing you needed society to worry about was your intelligence and your power.

Both were SSR ranked so what did you fucking care that your body was ranked lower. They were stupid in thinking you'd skimp power in the name of vanity.

You recognize everyone at the table and internalize the dread you're feeling. Scheming is afoot and you're the last to arrive. You can tell by their half finished drinks and picked over appetizer, still you sit and act unaware. Denki goes to hold out his hand first for a formal introduction causing a sly cat smile to settle over your glossy lips.

"No need, I'm aware of who the three of you are. Sero we share our lingual class, Denki, our chemistry class, and Kirishima we share two classes, world studies and villain hero theory. Truly a pleasure." You tell then your name before ordering something to drink from the lingering waitress. Sitting stick straight with your shoulders backs has the men mirroring you.

"Well ladies I take it the plan to save the sorority involves these fine gentlemen." You ask coolly and they nod. After a moment of silence Mina and Denki go to speak. Awkwardly encouraging the other to speak until Minai clears her throat.

"As you know they are a newly formed frat with Sero as their president. They moved into their house about a month ago and they say it is quite large. So they have invited us to move in."

"How do you propose we ask the college to have a co-ed house? What does this fraternity home even look like?" They knew you would be quick to ask questions Mina answers the first while Denki provides the answer to the second.

"Union and Diversity. Forming close relationships now to carry over into our hero careers."

"The house needs some work but looks a lot better than what it did." Denki shows you before and after pictures as you gesture for his phone. He passes you his electric yellow case with nervous hope tingling beneath his skin. You swipe through the photos.

"You boys did a great job on the outside. Inside needs a lot of work. Hardwoods will be easy to fix, they are original but don't seen to be damaged, a good scrub will spruce them up. Wait, are those?" You zoom in on the photo of the living room, "Are those foldable camping chairs and a VHS tv?"

They gulp loudly as they nod, your purse your lips in disapproval.

"I can fix that." You pass Denki back his phone, assuming that all the roommates will be present, "I see the main focus was the kitchen but some of the appliances seem to be on their last legs. I can fix that as well."

"Soooo….So it's a yes?" Jiro asks, feeling relief for the first time in months since they received the letter of eviction.

"Gotta get the college to agree first." You think on it a moment, "But I'm sure we can arrange that. Uraraka can you draft an email to the Dean requesting an official meeting regarding our sorority? Be sure to explain in detail our situation, how we are being forced to disband by their account and the solution we have. Make sure it's an afternoon meeting too. The dean hates to miss golf with our rival university's dean."

With the plan set in motion all of you return to your evening classes. Jiro nudges Denki in the ribs, listening to his heart race from their closeness.

"When are we going to tell her about Bakugou?" She throws her almost lover a look that he seems to wither beneath. His jaw tics before he retorts.

"I think we should wait to see if this even works first."

After a week the important meeting arrives and as you thought the Dean is already exhibiting signs of impatience. He is more than ready to wrap this up and you already know his answer is going to be no. Already trying to get it out before the four of you can even have a seat.

Still you weren't the Ice Queen on campus for nothing. You saunter into the room, mineola folder filled with your copies of counterpoints pressed firmly to your chest, you can already see he doesn't have the copies you sent him. You place the folder down and open it, leafing through the pages as you speak.

"This request is going to be approved and here are the reasons why. An example of sexism could be made that a new fraternity was approved housing, new housing, after a decades old sorority was deemed "too small" both parties are similar in count. Second funding and donations are easily influenced with letters to alumni and especially by attendees to this university. My transfer from YAU has brought in revenue of roughly 2.6 million dollars, increasing your diversity for women when this is normally a male dominated school. I am aware that my transfer had even encouraged other students from YAU to transfer here. Which I'm sure is one of your favorite bragging points to tell Dean Fraunk during your weekly golf trips isn't it? So it would truly be a shame if these points would come to light in the investigation of my return to YUA just months before the university sports festival. I do look amazing in Ice Blue you know. Matches my quirk a lot better than Maroon." You put the ball in his court, he is visibly upset, eyes flying to the facts that you've presented. All important, viable facts. You were right MMU was known to be a male dominated school and the media would have a field day if they uncovered a mistake he happened to look over. Not to mention you were his main bragging point, Dean Yuzi always talked about how he had stolen you, the female star of rising heroes, from YUA. The silence in the room is amplified by the ticking of the clock, seconds accumulating into minutes as it counts down his T time with his old college buddy and rival. He gulps nervously, knowing what he has to do in order to keep both his bragging rights and a law suit under wraps. He looks up to you as you wear your stone cold face, making him think of a loan shark who hasn't been getting their payments on time. He is fearful for your future boss.

"I believe I have no choice but to approve."

"Correct." You respond, "Now we have a bit more to discuss. I noticed that classrooms 456 and 215 are being remodeled. Those gently used flat screens will be given to our house since it is technically college property. Common space 3 and 1 are being renovated in dorms A and B. We will accept the leather arm chairs as they are in good shape but we demand a new couch. I know it is in the budget as I help plan the budget. I also believe it is time for an allowance for our hybrid house." The Dean shrinks away from your tenacity, nodding as that is all he can do.

"Well this is a generous offer and should cover most of the basic necessities such as a new fridge and mattress. The aesthetic we will be raising funds for. Kindly spread the word, we don't want to take up more of your time and be late with your 'meeting' with Dean Fraunk." You place a flyer on his desk as you turn on your heel. The rest of the sorority, mouth agape following suit. Yuzi looks down at the flyer, head hung in a mixture of disbelief and shame as he reads over the neon paper advertising a co-ed car wash.

He just hopes you and Bakugou are worth the trouble.

#bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha au #bnha college au #bnha imagine

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anotherhumanpet · 3 years

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HOW I RUN MY BLOG

TAGGED BY: No one; I'm yoinking this from another blog I ran TAGGING: @rodanish, @convenientkeystorage, @monster-or-man, @yggdrasilushxrt, @codenamesilas, @ask-human-ratchet

— SPEED.

It can vary but right now I feel confident enough to say it takes me no more than a few days to make a reply, then maybe another 1 to 3 days for it to be posted out of the queue system (depending on how many posts are logged). Things happen though and moods change. I'm coming out of a year-ish hiatus and trying to get back into the swing of things while also juggling my other hobbies and general life. I could wind up becoming a little slower, but as long as everyone (including myself) can be patient with things then it should be fine.

— REPLIES.

I'm not a novelist, I can't describe a scene or view to save my life, and I don't know how to write action without hating every second of it and-or myself because an old partner use to constantly tell me that my action writing was bad and the improvements I tried to make were never good enough. I haven't spoken to that person in ten years but their words still haunt me to the point I dread action scenes. So, since the ability to write scenes and things of substance is out of my roster, I tend to focus more on a character's thoughts and emotions. I'll take you through the entire thought process of my characters so you can (hopefully) understand why they're ticking the way they are.

But I'm willing to step out of my comfort zone too, both for the sake of improvement of my skills and to create a better story. I make no promises on my efforts being any good, but god damn it I will try.

— STARTERS.

I prefer plotted starters to just random, run-of-the-mill, first-greet starters simply because a plot gives me a guideline of what's going on, what's to be expected, and what kind of playing room I've got. If there's too much from for interpretation and creativity I tend to get... stuck on what to do and wind up leaning on being more reactive with my responses than proactive.

Starters don't have to be heavily plotted for me to be able to operate though! Hell, @monster-or-man and I made a whole ass thread with the premise of "Achim and Dennis need to meet and fight because we want to make Silas sweat a little more than he already is." and have another one in the works between Jaden and Bruce that is essentially "Jaden wants to Talk™." So, in shorter words, I like having ideas to play with but they don't have to be elaborate schemes.

— INBOX.

Don't be shy. Ever. I love answering asks - be they random or silly little questions, thought provoking questions, probes at the characters and their relationships, or even a magic anon.

— SELECTIVITY.

To be honest, even though I have the "mutuals only" tag on this blog I'm still trying to figure out how I want to do things post-hiatus. I don't think I'll be returning to my other blogs anytime soon, which frees up creativity and time for this one, so I could perhaps drop the tag and be a little more open. But, at the same time, I don't want to dive in too deep and wind up getting overwhelmed and stressed.

I don't think I'm horribly selective though. I may have my personal credentials (which I won't go into) but generally I'm just looking for good characterization, good writing, and compatible rules.

— WISHLIST.

Honestly, I just want to throw Dennis into anything and everything. Since coming back to the blog and reminiscing on some old threads, I'm realizing that the moments where I was having the most fun with this kid are the moments when he was deep in some mystery or adventure - or trouble! This kid was built to get involved in shit, good or bad, and that's what I want to do with him.

— HONEST NOTE.

🎶Oh girls just wanna have fun🎵

No, seriously. At the end of the day, everything I roleplay is done for fun. I can be serious, I can tell a complex story with conflict and resolution, but ultimately I am here to do things I think are fun and I want to do them with other people because I want to have fun with them. If things keep turning up Super Serious and there's no room to wiggle around and fun then I'm out. I know everything Dennis winds up doing is bad for him and others in some way but if he didn't do anything then there'd be nothing to do. Now let me write in peace.

#dashboard meme

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Cold Eyes (Dark Rey x Reader) [Part 15]

Summary: As Rey finds the Resistance base you're finally able to reach through the Force to help them and a new plan rises. What can go wrong?

Words: 4,335

A/N: I've been waiting a long time for this chapter, it has just a lot of things and hope you like it as much as I do. One last chapter to go after this!

Rey found them. She had found the Resistance hiding in a distant planet. And now she was going to destroy them.

You could still hearing her words in your head after Brandon’s interrogation, or rather after killing him .“It’s time I put an end to the rebellion.” she said.

“Rey, wait” you rushed to said “No, there must be another way, Brandon said they’re weak, honestly I don’t think they last much on their own, you don’t need to do this.”

“Yes, I do” she said. “Before they get stronger, I want them gone now” she added.

“They were your friends, Rey” you told her, you had to find a way to stop her from committing something you knew she would regret. “You control hundreds of systems now, let them go.”

“I can’t do that. As long as the Resistance exist there will be hope and hope is a very dangerous thing, you should know that, Y/N” she said. You stopped for a moment thinking, then you followed her again.

“Then I’m coming with you” you told her trying to keep the fast speed she was walking through the Fortress on her way to the big ship destroyer of your own home world.

“No” she said without even looking back at you “You’re staying here”

“I can’t just stay sitting here” you said as your thoughts started to mix in the back of your head. “I-I need to be there. Whatever happens”

Rey stopped and turned to finally met your eyes.

“You’re staying” she commanded in a very serious tone “It’s an order.”

“Take me with you I need to see it for myself” you begged

“No, Y/N stop asking me to do that, I can’t” she said, her hand traveling to rest softly over your cheek “I don’t want you to get hurt, if I take you there… I’m sure you will get hurt somehow.” she murmured with pure devotion on her hazel eyes “It’s a risk I’m not willing to take, so please stay here.”

“Rey…” you said but she cut you off.

“Please.” she murmured “I would never forget myself if anything happens to you. I love you, Y/N” she confessed. The effect those three little words had on you was bigger than you ever expected, the warm sensation washing over your body grew bigger with a look at her sincere features and the gentle touch of her hand on the side of your face.

Couldn’t help to smile at her as your heart kept racing faster and faster. You closed the short distance between your lips to pull her into a delicate kiss and when she wrapped her arms around you you felt your body melting under her touch. If only things were different, if she wasn’t about to kill your friends you would have told her just how much you loved her as well.

“Be careful, Rey” you murmured inches away from her lips as you pulled away.

“I will” she said taking one last gaze at you trying to memorize your features, your hair, your scent, your everything just in case. Then she finally let go off you and joined Hux in the ship

Then she was gone.

And as soon as the ship ghosted in the sky the thoughts in the back of your head started to get louder and it got worse when you got back inside the Fortress. It wouldn't take much for Rey to arrive where ever the Resistance was hiding, they were running out of time and it was imperative for you to help them.

Running through the endless halls you found yourself in the training room, sitting on the floor as Leia had once taught you.

"Put your mind at ease" you remembered the General saying "Find peace and you'll find the Force"

But how could you find peace when your mind was in conflict? When the destiny of the Resistance lied on your shoulders. When Rey's confession of love was still making your heart beat faster and at the same time images of the terrible things she had done kept playing on your mind, hunting you.

"Concentrate!" You murmured alone in the room and for your surprise a thousand voices seemed to scream your name, calling you. And with them there was Brandon repeating over and over again the same words.

You're a monster. Just like her.

Memories from his face choking under your power, his words and then his death. You felt again that seductive pull of the wrong side of the Force but instead of making you feel as powerful as it had before this time you felt guilty, every inch of your body regretting the actions you did, blinded by the anger.

You tried to keep this feelings from washing over you, tried to keep the new lump from growing in your throat. You took a deep breath, you needed to focus now or you were going to break down in a matter of second.

"I'm one with the Force, the Force is with me" you murmured trying to put your mind at ease. "I'm one with the Force, the Force is with me" you repeated just like General Organa taught you. You didn't know if it was working but it certainly kept the negative and toxic thoughts away from you.

"I'm one with-"

"Y/N?" You heard a very familiar voice.

"Finn" you smiled keeping your eyes closed "She's coming, you have to get them out of there now" you said.

"Wait what you mean?" He said.

"Finn, listen. Rey knows where you are, she's coming right now with a ship with enough power to destroy a planet" you said founding your voice surprisingly calm "Please, you have to run. She's already on her way"

There was a small silence and then your heard his voice again.

"Fine, I'll tell General Organa" he said "If you're right we don't have much time."

"Protect them, Finn. Hide somewhere and survive" you told him.

"I'll make sure of that, Y/N" you heard him say. "But what about you?"

"I'll be fine, don't worry about me" you assured him.

"No, you belong with us" he told you "We can't just leave you there" he went silent for a moment but through the Force your sense him thinking. "I have a plan." He said.

*****

Rey had sensed something was off even before leaving Mustafar, but decided to ignore the feeling taking it for insecurity, she knew some people in the Resistance, they used to be her friends after all so she pushed those ideas aside, convincing herself they all had only used to find Skywalker.

But now that the big ship was in position to shoot at the small, insignificant moon she sensed that feeling again, something was wrong but she didn’t know exactly what.

“Don’t fire.” she commanded.

“Supreme Leader, we are in position already.” Hux said confused looking at his boss “Besides, we don’t have of any patrol X-wing, they don’t know we are here. It is our chance to take them down.”

“No patrols, doesn’t it seem strange to you, General?” Rey asked still looking down at the small moon through the big window in the control room. “Land immediately” she ordered.

“Yes, Supreme Leader” Hux murmured as she start yelling orders to the people in the room while Rey walked towards the exit, preparing herself to see what was awaiting for her in this place.

The big ship landed gracefully and again there was not Resistance’s ship to be seen, no blasters trying to stop the stormtroopers from invading the base, it was like a ghost town.

Quiet. It was very quiet.

Hux ordered a few reconnaisse teams to scan the area while he and Supreme Leader Rey stayed close to the ship waiting for information, an attack, something that tell them why the Resistance wasn’t here.

“It’s empty, Sir” Informed a commander trooper “All of it. It seems they left on a rush taking only the ships with them. We’re searching what’s left behind, Supreme Leader.”

Rey was no happy about the news, she was frustrated staring around trying to found out why they left. When she scanned Brandon’s mind she saw this place filled with people walking from side to side, repairing X-wings, nothing unusual, this scape wasn’t planned, was it?

“We did found this” the trooper said handing a datapad to Rey who took it without saying a word but gesturing with her hand for the soldier to go.

Looking at the small device she analyzed some of the files it contained, blueprints for some ships nothing she hadn’t seen before, there were also a few enters report-like, it was an usual thing in the Resistance to write papers about missions, Rey never found it useful until now observing the last enter of the datapad:

We’re in danger, we must go now. General Organa started the evacuation plan, we’re moving to Location A, she hopes the First Order doesn’t find us there. There’s a last mission but I don’t have the full information, I just know something it’s gonna happen in Mustafar.

“What is it, Supreme Leader?” Hux asked observing the concerned way Rey was looking at the small device.

"I need to get back to Mustafar now" she murmured. "We're going now!" She yelled rushing back inside the ship.

There was something the Resistance had planned in the lava planet and the only thing she had on her mind in that moment was you. She was worried about you, regretting letting you behind and now, as she saw it, you were in an incredible danger.

Rey couldn't lose you, not again.

*****

Walking from side to side of the small corridor you tried to ease your nerves, they would be there any moment now, your friends Poe and Finn, they were going to rescue you from this dark place.

It was Finn's plan. While most of the First Order's fleet was away chasing the Resistance's empty base was the perfect moment to take you out, especially since Rey wasn't there. It was a risky plan and you weren't completely sure all this operation was worthy just to take you back to the rebellion but Finn insisted.

You were nervous the plan wouldn't work, nervous to see your friends after all this time, afraid of the questions you knew they were going to ask and feeling the strange sensation you were betraying Rey, you didn't wanted to leave her, not at all.

Then you finally saw the Millenium Falcon approaching the Fortress and you stepped into the control room, as planned.

“What’s happening?” you said in a cold, confident tone.

"Sir, good you're here." the man in the control panel said recognizing you, everybody in the base knew and obeyed the Supreme Leader’s apprentice. "We have a rebel ship asking for permission to land."

"Permission granted.” you said hoping you had enough authority over him.

"I-I can't do that” he said “My orders are not to let any ship in until the fleet is back and report immediately to General Hux in case something happen.” He said.

“I give the orders now.” you said getting close to him “Tell the ship to land” you commanded and the man’s eyes filled with fear but still he managed to speak again.

“I don’t take orders from you, I’m going to report immediately” he said.

Well, apparently you didn’t have enough power over them.

"You're gonna let them land." you said weaving your hand in front of him.

"I'm going to let them land." he said and then he pressed a button to speak with the pilot of the ship "Control here, you have permission to land on the main platform."

"You're not going to report this." you said using the mind tricks again and you heard him repeating your words. First part of the plan, completed.

You rushed down the hall to meet the legendary ship feeling nostalgic to see it after all this time, seemed like it was a very long time ago since Rey appeared asking you to help her fix it, seemed like all those days fixing together the Falcon passed in another and very different life. You knew the smile of the pilot the moment he looked in your direction, you heard the known voice of the man already stepping out of the ship when he fastly walked towards you.

"Y/N" Finn said pulling you into a tight hug. "It's good to see you" he murmured.

"I can say the same." you told him "It's been a while"

"How do you stand the heat here?" Poe said joining you on the platform.

"It's better inside," you chuckled letting go off Finn "way colder, actually."

"So, how long have you been here?” Poe asked “And why aren’t you in a cell? I mean, when Finn said we were going to rescue you, I thought on something different from this.”

You felt his gaze scanning your body from head to toe, your good condition, not a scratch on your body that was covered with the black clothes, his eyes focused on the First Order’s insignia adorning your left arm.

“I see we have a lot to catch up, huh?” he said with a reassuring grin, you felt the weight on your shoulders a little less heavier. “So, what’s next in your plan, Finn?” he asked looking at his partner.

“Y/N, you said there was something important in the base.” Finn said.

“Yes, more bad news. They have bombs in every planet they control.” you explained your friends “They’re gonna use it if the fleet gets damaged or if the people in the planets rebel against them”

You saw the terror invading their faces.

“All of them?” Poe said, frustration on his voice, even fear. “But they have hundreds of systems already.”

“You know how to stop it?” Finn asked you with hope in his eyes.

“The controls are here, I’ve seen them before but I don’t know how to deactivate them.” you told them remembering the small console Hux showed in the meeting and the controller that was a device just a bit bigger than a datapad. “But maybe we don’t need to, without the controller they can’t activate it.”

“Fine, we’ll take it to the Resistance, Admiral Statura will know how to shut it down.” Poe added agreeing with your plan nodding softly.

All of you smiled. It felt like before, like when you used to go on missions together and feeling you were really going to help the Resistance instead of just hide. But your smile faded away as a big known ship appeared in the sky and more after it, suddenly emerging in the sky as they disengaged hyperspace.

“This is bad” Finn said.

“She wasn’t supposed to come back yet” you told them looking at the big ship as it started its slow way to land in the hostile planet. From the cruiser you saw a smaller ship approaching, you recognized the Supreme Leader’s fighter.

“Now what?” Poe said, aware of the ship coming.

“She has her own landing platform in the other side of the Fortress, hopefully she won’t notice the Falcon” you told them “Keep the engines running, if I’m not here in ten minutes go without me” you said walking inside the cold Fortress.

“Wait, where are you going?” Finn stopped you grabbing your wrist.

“I need to get the controller” you said “I can’t let the same thing that happen to my planet repeat” you added.

“Then we’re coming with you” he said.

“No. If she sees you all of this would be for nothing” you told him.

“Same if you don’t come back with the controller” Poe said.

“Stay here, trust me in this one, guys” you begged and after a moment Finn let you go.

With a last half smile you got inside the place you knew like the palm of your hand after spending all that time inside it. Rushing through the known dark, glossy halls you hoped this plan to work because if not, well, the whole galaxy was in danger.

You found yourself smiling as your reached the last bridge before the meeting room, it was one of the many bridges of the Fortress that allowed to see the lava that flowed through all the planet surface and it was always somehow terrifying to see the bright colors of the burning lava beneath you. But you reached the end of the bridge safely, only to almost stumble with a familiar body.

"Rey." you gasped when you realized who was before you "You're back" you sighed pulling yourself together. "How? Are they…?" You asked as if you were affected by what happened to the Resistance.

"They weren't there" was the only thing she said before wrapping her arms around your body and pulling you close to her, maybe a little to close. You could feel the fear in her but limited to hug her back unsure of what was going on. "I'm so glad you're fine"

"What's happening, Rey?" You murmured lost in her embrace. She let go off you just enough to meet your gaze.

"The base was empty," she told you "but I found a note, it said they were coming here and I just…" she struggled with her words for a moment "I thought I was going to lose you, I was afraid of losing you."

You cupped the side of her face, delicately caressing her skin as the warm sensation filled you once again, she placed her hand on top of yours and gave you a love filled gaze that melted your heart.

Her words, by the contrary were bittersweet you. A mix of pure love that made your heart beat faster, her soft eyes begging you to stay and at the same time they hurt, why did she chose this exact time to tell you this? Why now that you were going to betray her? You wanted to stay with her, no, you wanted her to come with you, to follow you, but you were not sure she would do it.

Fast footsteps echoed through the halls that disconcerted Rey who followed the sound looking over your shoulder. Hey eyes turned a darker tone of brown, frowning when her eyes caught the unexpected intruders. Turning your head a little you found Finn and Poe frozen on the other side of the bridge, surprised with the scene before them.

“What are they doing here?” Rey hissed in a way too dangerous tone without taking her gaze away from them.

She stepped away focusing her eyes now on you. You wanted to say something, trying to explain but she had already figured everything out.

“It was you” she murmured unable to believe it “All of this was your plan, you just needed to get me out of the planet” she said with anger on her voice as her hand traveled to the heavy saber hanging on the belt around her hips.

“Rey, wait” you said trying to approach her but she kept slowly stepping back “that’s not what happened”

“After all we’ve been through” she said, her tone starting to get rather louder, almost like a scream “after all I’ve done for you, you still choosing them over me!”

Rey took the double bladed lightsaber and held it secure on her hand now, weighting it, ready to ignite it.

“I should have never trusted you” She murmured “You’re gonna leave me, just like everyone else.” she hissed and you noticed the lonely tear rolling down her face, only one tear filled with wrath, sorrow, pain.

Betrayal.

You saw her closing her eyes for a brief moment while the tear continued its way down her face, it seemed to have the last of the good inside her and when it dropped away from her features she opened them again and she ignited her sabers lighting her face with the red light of the dark side that let you meet a new pair of yellow eyes that stared at you with pure hate on them.

Your blood froze in the instant. You had only seen this side of her once and terrible things happened when she was like this, consumed by the dark.

A sensation, almost like a whisper made you back away just in time to dodge her first attack, the light sword whizzed too close to your face as you fastly moved backwards trying to save yourself from the deadly weapon Rey swing from side to side.

Without a weapon, you had no change to survive this.

“Y/N!” Finn yelled throwing a small piece of metal he took out of his belt, just before the heavy door behind Rey opened and stormtroopers filled the place, blasting immediately towards your friends.

The small metal piece landed on your hand gracefully and in the right moment to defend yourself from a new thrust from the red sabers that crashed against your blue lightsaber.

Rey stopped attacking for a moment looking you up and down, you were not a challenge to her, she knew it and you knew it too but still she grinned.

“This should be fun” she said smirking already circling her weapon around her with a skilled grace while you held your own saber in hand getting ready for the battle.

The lightsabers crashed with a loud sound, it had started. Rey and you moved almost in rhythm, attacking or dodging the sabers moved from side to side. Rey’s thrusts becoming harder and merciless forcing you to move back and without even noticing you were in the middle of the bridge, fighting for your life with the woman you loved the most but the only thing she seemed to want was to kill you.

“I’m disappointed, Y/N” she said when your sabers meet again, she was putting way too much strength pushing your own weapon extremely close to your neck and all you could do was try to hold it so it wouldn’t hurt you. “I saw true power in you but still afraid to use it.”

The blasters kept flying across the bridge and from the corner of your eyes you caught your friends firing their blasters at the troopers, they needed help but so you did. Then you met Rey’s eyes once again and felt a extreme cold that froze you to your very soul.

“You hurt me, YN” she growled “and now you’re gonna die for that” With that last words she swung her saber away from yours and the very next moment you felt a burning pain just below your ribs.

Everything seemed to stop, you didn't hear the blasters from the troopers, neither the voices of your friends calling your name, they seemed to fade away. The only thing you clearly saw and heard was Rey holding her weapon steady and as your eyes traveled down you found one of the red blades crossing your body.

She stabbed you, Rey stabbed you and was looking at you like she didn’t know who you were. The feeling seemed so familiar, you knew this would happen someday, all those nightmares were warnings that you decided to ignore, premonitions that now were real. Your worst fear, your ultimate terror came true.

The time returned to its normal course and you heard then the worried scream from your friends that were watching terrified from the other side of the bridge.

Rey was still holding her lightsaber in place took a good look at you, her feral expression suddenly seemed to change, she looked rather terrified and then her eyes changed back to normal when she realized what she had done to you, immediately turning off her saber.

She took a few steps back speechless but in agony. You took the change to extend your hand to send her flying back across the place, she hit the floor harder than you expected, falling unconscious.

Finn and Poe finally defeated all the soldiers in white armor and rushed to your side, worried about your safety.

"We have to go now" Finn said and with the pilot's help he started to drag you out of the place, you let go a small groan.

Your wound hurt more than any of your nightmares but not as much the fact that she actually did it, after all the times she told you she would never hurt you, after the promise she made you, now broken.

"No, wait!" You were barely able to say "w-we need the controller"

"We have to take you to a medic now" Poe said.

"Then we did this for nothing!" you murmured feeling the pain spreading through your body.

"Fine, I'll go find it" Finn told you "tell me what I'm looking for?"

"Looks like a datapad" you whispered

feeling your body dying with every word and every breath. "You'll know. Go." With a last tiny nod he was gone.

Dameron passed your arm around his shoulders as he held your waist to help you walk as much as possible.

"Almost there" he told you when he saw the Falcon, you felt yourself dizzy, felt your legs weak. "Come on, stay with me" he growled almost dragging you the last few feets to the ship.

Poe let you in the one of the soft beds of the ship.

"Y/N?" he asked concerned.

"Still here" you murmured "where's Finn?"

Just in that moment he stormed inside the ship.

"I got it!" Finn said "Poe, get us out of here now!" Kneeling beside you he patched you up with a bacta patch. "This will do for now, stay with us. We're going home, Y/N"

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As the ship started to take off you felt your body giving to the dizziness as the pain in your body finally made you fall unconscious right before the ship enter to hyperspace on the road to the Resistance.

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haechanmochi · 5 years

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Ofc I'm comfortable boo 😏

So I wrote one and I ALWAYS FORGET TO SAVE THE DRAFT and so I had to rewrite it.

Genre: Minho X Reader

Warnings: smut, public sex kink, lil bit of degradation

After their taste of the international leg of the tour, the boys were finally having their well deserved break. Minho had done exceptionally well with his position as main dancer and brought himself out of his shell more with his starting verse in Boxer and you couldn't have been prouder.

You were one of their many make-up artists and the Minho and you situation had begun as a series of quick hookups in the dressing rooms but it soon progressed to late night video calls when he was stressed out and late night drives to his studio with food and affection. He had found the confidence and comfort he needed in you, so much that even JYP couldn't stand to watch you two apart.

You watched on at the boys playing netball in the water and Minho noticed your gaze, paddling over to you like a little puppy.

He sat on the small step and pulled you closer to him until you eventually settled on his lap. His warm chest was pressed to your back and you leaned back in his hold, resting your head against his shoulder.

Night was starting to fall and the pool was getting a little more crowded. There were no kids in sight, seeing as the hotel was mostly famous for its bar and casino.

You were so caught up in the aesthetic of the moment that you had barely notice that Minho had moved his hands from around your waist further up, cupping under your breasts.

You would've usually given him a warning but you laid back, he was probably just playing around, having missed you due to his busy schedule.

While his right hand stayed firmly cupped over your right breast, the other moved down and gave your ass a grope.

"Minho stop touching my ass, there are people around"

He removed his hand from your butt and instead started trailing his fingers up your thigh and towards your core. The soft tickly sensation was sending shocks through you and you felt electrified at his smallest touch.

When his mouth came into contact with the base of your neck, your breath stopped short in your throat, shifting on his lap at the heat that the work of his lips was sending down to your core. While adjusting yourself, you'd rubbed down on the hard bulge protruding out slightly from his swim trunks, showing clearly the outline of what lay ready underneath.

"M-Minho", you moaned out as the boy sneaked his fingers into the thin line of your bikini-panties and moved down to press two cold wet fingers flat against your clit that was entirely warm from his arousing kisses to your neck.

In an instance, he had turned you in his lap to face him.

"Take off your bikini bottom, now".

His commanding tone was nothing short of a turn on, shooting sparks of heat down to the very place where you needed him the most right now.

"Minho, as much as I love you and a good fuck, I'm not stripping in a public pool, when literally anyone can see"

He didn't seem to be hearing you because he tugged at the two knots on either side of your bikini, having it float up to the surface in an instant. You were completely exposed underwater and praying that nobody decided to do some goggle diving.

On the plus side, it was getting darker outside and the pool lights were too dim and too far away to illuminate the area in which Minho had you trapped.

"If literally anyone could be watching, let's give them a show babygirl".

His fingers finally stopped teasing and easily slid into you, your slickness immediately coating his middle and ring fingers and the feeling of finally having him like this after so long, gave him a much more positive response from you than he had expected. Your back arched, lifting your hips off of his lap, only to grind back down onto him when the thrust of his fingers became more consistent and familiar. You clenched desperately around his fingers, quietly hoping for a wider stretch.

You opened your eyes to be met with his stone hard, handsome face, eyes bloodlust and watching your movements with a sinister gaze that had you weak t the knees.

"Tell me what you want, my pretty slut, tell me what you want everyone to see me do to you"

The strength with which his fingers pushed against you already had your stomach churning for a climax, the addition of his words, in soft grunts too, was almost enough to make you finish right there on his fingers.

"I want m-more, more fingers, more anything, please, do whatever you think is right, please just hurry up", you pleaded, rolling your hips down on his hardened member.

You knew how much he loved you begging for him and the sensation of your naked ass rubbing against his clothed member was proving to be too provoking for Minho to handle.

"You want more my little whore?"

He sounded like he was almost begging to be inside you, struggling to keep his dominant demeanor as he whimpered out the question.

You nodded frantically, showing him he was still in control of you and that drove him wild. He felt his dick throbbing at every response you gave against his fingers.

"Min, I'm so cl-"

You whined at the loss of contact when his fingers were suddenly pulled out, leaving your wet entrance clenching around nothing but the cold water that was lapping against your clit and making you crave more of whatever Minho was willing to give.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, right here and I dont fucking care if anybody sees, they can watch".

He was growling in the most sexiest way you had ever witnessed as he fumbled with the cords of his swim trunks and pushed them midway down his thighs, just enough to give enough space for his member to spring free from where it was held captive. He was bigger than usual, pinker and more warm when you wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock. Just seeing him pulsating in your hands, because of what your body had done to him was making you greedy to have him in your mouth.

"Do you want-?"

"No, n-no, I can't wait that long, just wanna fuck you", he confessed, knowing that otherwise, he would be riding out his orgasm the moment you would've wrapped your lips around him.

You grinned, lowering yourself onto him without warning and the way you stretched deliciously around him almost had him finishing on the spot.

Minho gritted his teeth and thrust up into you,

"You're such a naughty girl y/n, letting me fuck you out in the open, you like the risk of being caught don't you?"

You gasped at his words and the effect they had on you. He had almost given you an orgasm before and it was building back up now, too fast- considering it had been a while since he had last fucked you.

Ignoring all possibilities of being seen riding the life out of your boyfriend, you did just that. The water pressure and the speed at which you were taking in his dick made lapping noises against the water and it only turned you on more. To know that you were fucking him with everything you had.

"Fuck, just like that, you're such a whore for my dick baby, you take it so well".

You knew that if he kept talking, his words alone would make you climax so you forced your lips onto his, kissing him open-mouthed, making loud smacking noises. Spit dripped down his chin but you were quick to lap it up with your tongue, gathering much more wetness between your mouths. Your tongues were past battling, instead rubbed against each other, lips clashing restless into the messy kiss. You felt so vile, so dirty, kissing him like that, the intimacy of the kiss making you wetter down where you and Minho were connected.

His thrusts had sped up to a rate where he had you moaning his name in chants and he swallowed the sound into his mouth, while he continued to kiss you and fuck you wildly at the same time.

When his thrusts got sloppier and less timed, you felt yourself grow drowsy as well. The churning in your stomach tightened and before you could even get the words out completely, you were climaxing on his cock, still riding him as he pushed himself a little further.

To assist him, you tiredly rolled your hips in a powerful final thrust and clenched around him, tightening yourself. The new feeling shoved Minho off the edge and he almost blacked out at the ecstatic feeling of his orgasm exploding, his cum shooting out in hot spurts inside you, coating your walls with his strings of white.

His fingers dug into the skin at your hips, his mouth lazing kisses onto yours as he rode each spurt out, slowing down his thrusts until he finally comes to a stop.

Minho drops his head lightly onto your shoulder and wraps his arms lovingly around your waist, kissing your shoulder.

"Fuck, I've missed you so much"

You laughed tiredly at his remark and ran a hand through his wet wavy hair,

"'m right here, not going anywhere", you replied

And all Minho could do was smile.

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another-sonic-blog · 5 years

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The Dark Prince: Chapter Five: Fake It Until You Make It

Shadow had grabbed Sonic by the neck and slowly took the breath out of his lungs. Sonic hated to admit but he had grown weak. He didn't run like he used to, he didn't save countless cities anymore making him lose his abilities. This wasn't Shadow's case, the past years Sonic wasn't training, Shadow had been going into complicated missions, training and getting better. He was aware that if Shadow wanted, he could kill him right this moment. He needed to play his cards properly.

Shadow threw Sonic effortlessly, making an impact and landing next to a barely-walking up Silver. It only took a few seconds for him to understand what had been going on. He didn't take long to create a ball of energy around his hand, making the ropes around it expand so much to the point of breaking. Carefully, and making sure Shadow didn't notice, he proceeds to do the same with Amy's ropes.

Sonic stood up but this time he wasn't alone. Silver and Amy next to him. Silver wanted to fanboy so hard at the moment. His all-time favorite hero, the blue hero, the blue blur, the hero of speed, Sonic the Hedgehog. He was right there standing next to him. And the pink demon, Resistance Icon, Amy Rose on his right. But right now, it wasn't the moment.

"Last call Shadow, you can still back down," Amy said as she pulled out her hammer out of thin air. "Me? Back down? I am going to ask you the same question...I am may not be able to take you all at the same time but something is for sure...I WILL take SOMEONE down with me."

Silver took a step forward but was stopped as soon as he felt Sonic and Amy's hand holding his wrist, preventing him from taking any other step further. He took a quick moment to look at them, and they both shared the same green eyes. The moment Shadow spoke, they both knew what he meant by 'Someone', he meant him. The most naive of the three, Amy and Sonic knew Shadow's fighting style, his manners. They might get out with a broken bone and some scratches. Silver could be another story. Shadow could be even more dangerous as they were aware that he possessed a Chaos Emerald with him.

"I am just going to say this one thing Shadow..." Sonic stepped forward, "You have made mistakes in the past, and you have worked so hard to redeem them...are you really going to give up on everything you worked so hard for?

"...you were a worldwide hero, every day you would save people. You made a mistake and gave up on the world when it needed you the most...do you really think you are one to tell me on whether I should give up or not?"

Now what? What is there supposed to do? By this time, G.U.N. had gotten their hands on the 'Zoombot' liquid. In a couple of days, they will process it as a weapon and in a year the world as we know it would come to an end. Silver and Amy stayed quiet on Sonic's underground secret layer.

"How did you know where we were?" Amy was starting to feel dizzy, maybe because she wasn't eating properly and talking was the best way to separate her mind from the pain.

"The old wrist communicator I had with Tails suddenly started to beep. It didn't take long for me to realize that he had sent me specific coordinates of place. I assumed it must have been an extreme emergency...that's why I went."

And then it was quiet again.

Until Silver stood up from his place. There was no time to waste, he needed to act.

"Silver, I admire your enthusiasm, but we just can't move without a plan," Amy said as she saw him walking up the stairs. "I can't just sit and do nothing!" Silver added.

"I was just like you kid, always ready to jump into action. Sometimes I wished I could go back on time; sit and do nothing...I would have saved a lot of people's lives that way."

Silver expression changed suddenly. Although Sonic was just a few years older than him, Silver knew that he had the experience that he didn't have. He probably never will as well, his future was dying and maybe it was about time he sat down and listened to the past once in a while.

"We now have to think of a way to take back the 'Zoombot Formula' and prove my innocence." Amy was in deep thought, thinking of the various ways everything could go wrong and right. Formulating plans was part of her job as the Resistance Captain, but now right now it seemed that that ability of hers went away.

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot you were a law fugitive."

Click.

Amy had an idea, and she made it obvious as clapped her hands together.

"I think I've got it!"

The plan was set but their stomach wasn't. They knew that at this rate, someone of the trio would end up in the hospital due to malnutrition. Silver was too tired and stayed back to get some sleep at Sonic's layer. And so, that leaves for Amy and the blue one to go find something to eat.

They have decided to go back to Hasvely, now that the G.U.N. agents had left the town, it was safe for them to get some supplies. Tomorrow their plan was going to get in motion and although they didn't want to talk about, maybe it was the right time to do it.

"Amy?"

"Yes?" Amy turned around to face Sonic as they walked side by side through the small village. Sonic stopped on his tracks and softly grabbed her by her hands.

"When all of this is over...Would you like to go out sometime?"

She was definitely not expecting this.

It was always her asking him and not the other way around. She stopped doing so whenever Sonic would stop showing up at their dates. He would either 'forget' or he 'had to save the day' again. She had forgotten when was the last time they had hanged out together.

Thinking about it just made her more angry at him.

"Whenever I would ask you out...you refuse or you will just not come...You disappeared for five years when we need you the most...and then you come and-"

Amy stopped breathing for a second as she noticed Sonic's true intentions. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted her pain to go away and he thought that that was the best way possible. But it wasn't one thing about him was that he never knew how to properly act around Amy or to show that he cares to the ones around him.

He remembers always mocking Shadow for being so edgy and for always putting up a facade. Without him realizing that he too was being a hypocrite about it. Always acting so cocky and confident. Always pushing the ones he loves away by making stupid remarks about him being better than them.

And it seemed that Amy was the only one who could see past that. The one who could stick to him through everything because she knew that the 'Fake Sonic', wasn't the Sonic he really was.

But he was so stupid, so selfish on his own pain that he was even capable of pushing the one that loved him the most.

"I have no excuses for my horrible behavior...I was so stupid to think that even after all that I have done...you would still forgive me...I am-"

But Sonic couldn't finish up his sentence as he felt wet lips touch his.

Amy Rose was kissing him.

Amy had to admit that she may be doing a mistake. That may be her body, mind, and heart weren't on the same page. She loved Sonic, she indeed believed that all that love that she felt all of those years couldn't disappear just like that.

But then, there was Shadow.

She had to admit, that she had fallen for the Dark Prince.

But he wasn't the right one for her. She was heartbroken and wasn't thinking about the pain this might cause others later on. However, she didn't want to think about him, not now, not ever, not anymore. As of right now, only Sonic and she existed on this awkward but kiss.

Teeth clashing once in a while, tongues moving all over the place. Amy really didn't know what to feel nor what to do. She was inexperienced and so Sonic but she felt comfortable as soon as she felt his hands around her waist.

It was an upbrought end. The pooping of their lips made it a bit awkward, the blush on their face was evident and they tried not to look at each other but the air had changed suddenly and they both knew that right now wasn't the right time to talk about their feelings. Just like Sonic said, after all of this over, they would have a date and so, until then...

It was a secret.

Amy was walking down G.U.N's HQ's hall. The plan was simple, Amy needed to keep Shadow and G.U.N's Commander busy while Silver and Sonic searched up for the Zombot Liquid. According to Silver, his powers may be strong enough to destroy the Liquid. It wasn't the best plan, but

'Fake It Until You Make It' had just begun.

Amy was waiting. Her hands were handcuffed and above the metallic table. Cameras watching her every movement and a mirror in front of her, knowing damn well that there were was someone behind it watching her as well. She expected more of G.U.N. to be honest.

The door opened suddenly and walking in was Shadow on the front, the Commander in the middle and a new face appeared, well not so new. She would recognize that face whenever she sighed knowing now why these days have been so crazy for her.

"You want me to take off the other eye too, I see."

Infinite had taken off his mask to show his true face to Amy Rose. A very distinct face. Amy could never forget that yellow eye of his, his quills still tightly tied down and as always, proud as ever. However, something was different.

"It seems like you want answers, but I will need something in exchange."

He said as he took a sit in front of Amy, Shadow next his right and the Commander to his left.

"Very well, I need information in exchange for a few minutes of my time." Infinite put his hand together as he softly opened his eye. "But first..." Infinite was fast to pull out a knife and stabbed G.U.N's Commander through the heart. It was an instant death, his face touched the metal table in one movement creating a sound that dances through the whole room. Shadow didn't even flinch a second, as if he knew that this would happen.

"Now.." He said as he cleaned his knife with a piece of clothing. "Let's begin."

Silver and Sonic had just begun to look around the place. They never expected for G.U.N's HQ to be this big. Underground, secret places, the whole place seemed to be from another world. "Amy must be talking to those guys right now," Silver said a bit uncomfortable at the current clothes he was wearing.

"Yeah, we gotta be careful. If this doesn't work, Amy would be in prison for life." Sonic pulled up his G.U.N Helmet. The goggles made him impossible to see clearly, so once in a while he needed to put them away in order to see.

"For Chaos, how do these people deal with such heavy garments?". Silver really just wanted to go back to the closet where he knocked out two agents and took their clothes away, just so he could say sorry.

"How is that yellow fox doing?"

Two other guards walked past them, talking and Sonic immediately stopped. "He hasn' been eating, its sad to see him die like that."

Sonic looked at Silver and he nodded as if he could read his mind.

And so, they parted ways.

"Why are you doing this?"

"It's not really that deep. At first, I just wanted you to suffer as I did. I wanted to make everyone feel the same way I did... Because when I wanted redemption, what did the world do? Turn the back on me. I don't care about G.U.N, I don't want anything but to make this world drown on their own mistake...and then resurrect into a new one." Infinite was talking to Amy so casually as if they were in a coffee shop.

"So you basically want the Zoombot Liquid to start a war?", Amy said seriously.

"No, I am going to end all of the war them. Everyone who wants to follow is welcome, but whoever stands in my way would be Zoombot-fied. I would bring the world together everyone will submit under one ruler...Everyone would adore me. And the world will know peace."

Amy knew at that moment that Inifte had lost any logical reason. Now nothing matters to him but conquer the world. Amy knew that there was no stopping someone who would fight doing what they think is 'right'. She had to see this through the end.

Sonic has already walked past several corridors and checked out multiple doors. He was already getting tired but the thought of giving up on Tails never crosses his head.

It wasn't until we went to the underground section that he was finally able to see his old time friend... or at least he thought they were still friends... and Cream together on the same cell.

Sonic opened the glass door as delicate as he could and used his fake ID to open the prisoner's cell. Tails and Cream looked at him confused, waiting for answers.

Sonic removed his helmet along with his goggles and Tails expression had changed.

"You always have my back don't you?"

Silver was scared. Totally, and in-revocable. If he could, he would of have taken a bathroom break. A lot of pressure on him, but more than anything the thought of failing terrified him the most. We took him a good 15 minutes for him to reach a black room. Two agents were guarding the entrance and don't even bother to move an inch. Silver was fast enough to use his psychokinesis on both guards making impossible for them to

move and made them smash into each other. As they fell into the floor, Silver knew that they were both unconscious. He whispered a low "I am sorry." He took the opportunity to steal the agents' ID and used to open up the door.

He wasn't expecting anything of this at all.

"Is there no other way around? Do you really think people are going to start loving you after all of this?" Amy tried her best to not jump out of her sit and kick Infinite on the face. She looked at Shadow really fast. She got what she needed from Infinite, it was Shadow's turn now.

"And you Shadow? What's your motive?"

Shadow sighed and looked at Amy with annoyance. " I think I have told you before..."

"Your explanation wasn't enough."

"It was enough for me."

"Do you really think so?" Amy raised her voice and things were escalating quickly. Their argument became heated by each passing moment.

"I think its time for a break. Do you guys want something to drink? Water? Juice? Coffee?", Infinite stood up and used this as an excuse to leave the room and give the two some private time. Amy sighed knowing where this was going.

"I want water."

"I want water too-"

Amy's eyes opened wide, her expression changed and in disbelief, she looked at the one in front of him.

"You are not Shadow."

Next Chapter: https://another-sonic-blog.tumblr.com/post/185969897730/the-dark-prince-chapter-six-goodbye

The Dark Prince: Chapter Six: Goodbye

Previous Chapter: https://another-sonic-blog.tumblr.com/post/185967014480/the-dark-prince-chapter-four-believe-in-him

The Dark Prince: Chapter Four: Believe In Him

#shadamy fanfiction #shadowxamy #shadow and amy #Shadamy #Amy Rose #sonic fanfic #sonic fanfiction #romace #shadow x amy

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rkyoona · 5 years

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✧ Modern Major-General ✧

1:05 - 2:05, 3:16 - 3:42

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Mentioned: @moonbokrk, @rkyuna, @rkumji

Im Yoona had tried to forget how much she had completely screwed up her audition. There was nothing she could do now anyway. It was finished and done, and she had to move on. Yoona did and continued about her life as normal.

Until now.

Yoona was in class when she received the email from the mga staff. She was lost for words. She was shocked and confused. She was sure she had screwed up, but apparently not. She had obviously done enough to make it to the top 100 and she was happy.

Once she could move again, Yoona quietly packed up her belongings and left the classroom, trying not to disturb everyone. She had to go home and prepare. She was already behind in preparation as she never expected to make it this far. Looks like she had to work hard.

Yoona had messaged everyone she knew telling them that she made it through. She was certain that her cousin had made it in. Her stepsister, she was sure, had also made it in. She wondered if any of the girls she had met during the audition day had succeeded. Her roommate also auditioned and Yoona wondered if she made it as well. She would have to ask them later.

The actress still had some time until the callbacks and she would focus all her time and energy in practicing and preparing. She had to work out what she was going to do and how she was going to perform. Would she sing, or would she do something completely different? It seemed like Yoona would have to do some trial and errors before she could decide.

It had taken some time but Yoona had finally decided on what to perform and how to perform it. You can never go wrong with what you know, and what Im Yoona knows best is musical theatre and singing, and that is what Yoona was going to do.

The day finally arrived and Yoona was freaking the fuck out. She was already stressing, and the day had barely started. She had woken up early so she could choose the right outfit and do her makeup perfectly. She had to look her best as well as sound her best. It had taken some time, but Yoona was finally ready.

Arriving at the filming location, Yoona froze outside. The actress couldn’t believe it. This was happening. This was real.

Her cousin Moonbok had to practically force her inside the building as she couldn’t move. The realisation had hit her, and her nerves were locking her body in place. If it wasn’t for her cousin she would probably still be there at the end of the day. It took some deep breaths before Yoona could finally move her body and walk alongside her cousin. They waited in line, signed in, and then found their seats. the stage looked amazing and the seats were crowded. Yoona held her cousin’s hand in support. She usually suffered from nerves before a performance, but this was next level. This was her dream.

The introductions began and Yoona squeezed Moonbok’s hand harder, practically breaking it. She was both excited and nervous. When the CEOs were introduced, Yoona’s eyes widened in surprise and excitement. Now they were going to be judged by the big five? Is it too late to run away? She let out some deep breaths as she listened to the CEOs and the performances. It was all surreal and something she had never expected to experience. If only she could make it through.

She enjoyed being the audience and watching the other performers. They were so talented, and she felt uneasy. She looked around to see if she could spot anyone she knew. Her eyes fell on her stepsister and her roommate, as well as some faces she remembers from the auditions. She waved and grinned at the girl from the group she had met on audition day. She was happy that at least some made it through. There were new faces that she was intrigued by and she made a note to talk to them later.

When her name was finally called, Yoona stood and straightened out her outfit. She smiled at her cousin before she made her way to the stage. She was too busy focused on not being nervous that she misjudged the steps and somehow managed to trip up them. She quickly stood and ignored how red her face was. She let out an embarrassed chuckle and made her way to the centre of the stage. She wanted to cover her face out of embarrassment.

She bowed politely and smiled brightly. ❝ My name is Im Yoona. I’m 25. I come from Gyeongju. I’m a student and a musical theatre actress. It’s an honour to be here. ❞ Yoona took a deep breath as she began.

I am the very model of a modern Major-General, I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral, I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical; I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical, I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical, About binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot o' news, With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.

This song was fast and hard to sing. It had taken her some time to perfect, but she had finally done it. It was a fun and fast song and took a lot of breath control. She sang as best she could and moved about the stage happily.

I'm very good at integral and differential calculus; I know the scientific names of beings animalculous: In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral, I am the very model of a modern Major-General. In fact, when I know what is meant by "mamelon" and "ravelin", When I can tell at sight a Mauser rifle from a javelin

The last two lines were slower and were key in building up to the high point. She had taken parts from the full song and changed them slightly. She smiled as she sang and allowed herself to fill the role. She took a big breath. The hardest part was to come.

In fact, when I know what is meant by "mamelon" and "ravelin", When I can tell at sight a Mauser rifle from a javelin, When such affairs as sorties and surprises I'm more wary at, And when I know precisely what is meant by "commissariat", When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern gunnery, When I know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery-- In short, when I've a smattering of elemental strategy, You'll say a better Major-General has never rode a horse. For my military knowledge, though I'm plucky and adventury, Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century; But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral, I am the very model of a modern Major-General.

This was the fastest part of the song and the one that is easy to mess. She hoped that even though it wasn’t the most vocally challenging she could do, it was still enough to impress. The sheer speed of the song, she hoped, was enough. Her confidence and stage presence increased as she neared the end of the song. She ended on a high and grinned at everyone. She bowed once again and rushed back to her cousin, practically sliding into her chair. Now, she could focus on enjoying what was left of the performances.

#rkmga5 #rkmga5callback #wc: 1259 #moonbokrk #rkyuna #rkumji #(feel free to mention her stumble. one falls down and one falls up. only yoona XD)

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jackmfvegas777 · 2 years

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Piercing at Home Tips #1; Mid-Ear Piercing (not sure what to call this)

1. you can either pierce yourself with the earring you want in, or you can get a 14 gauge piercing needle--these are hollow, super sharp needles you use to do the piercing.

The rest of this guide is dedicated to using the piercing needles, but you can apply most of the strategies to using the earring method as well, except you would have to push much harder and use much more strength to get it through your ear.

2. Get a stud earring you like.

3. Get rubbing alcohol.

4. Wash your hands with soap & water thoroughly, then sanitize your hands by pouring the rubbing alcohol on your hands & rubbing them together.

5. Sanitize the piercing needle thoroughly (even if it came pre-sterilized. You need to be 100% sure.).

6. Sanitize the piercing thoroughly.

7. Sanitize your hands once more, then sanitize the spots on your ear, front & back, that the piercing will go in.

8. If you want--this is optional--but you can mark the spots you want to pierce by marking it with a pen, to make it easier to line up.

Another optional but sometimes helpful option; is clamps, those that have a hollow middle, that you can use to clamp any part of your piercing spots that you might need, which stretches the skin out and makes it easier to pierce through. This goes for all piercings, clamps make things much easier! But they are totally optional, at least when it comes to ear piercings, other piercings may need them.

9. Undo the backing of the earring stud so you have it ready to put in as soon as you are pierced.

10. Place the piercing needle tip to your ear. Watch it in the mirror the whole time, and take a deep breath to brace yourself. My trick is make yourself think it's going to hurt like HELL, so when it actually happens you are shocked it felt less painful and it feels less bad.

11. Push in at medium speed, with confidence and a steadh hand--and definitely don't go slow, but don't go *too* fast either. Push through steady and carefully, and all the way through. Don't back out halfway through, as the last bit of it is the easiest & weirdly, it hurts less if you finish the job. You will have to push a little hard to get it to go through the ear tissue at the final bit.

12. You can either;

A. Keep the needle in, put the earring through the hollowness of it, & slowly pull the needle out, leaving the earring inside.

Or B. Take the needle out at medium-slow speed, and then immediately put the earring in.

Either one works, but the first is the safest option. Personally, I've done the second with almost every piercing, but it requires some poking around to find the exit hole at first, so it's more difficult, especially for beginners.

13. Put the stud backing on, then sanitize the earring spot by applying a large amount of rubbing alcohol, and wipe off any blood you may have with a towel or paper towel. Make sure it is very clean.

14. Enjoy your new mid-ear stud piercing!

Make sure to twist and fiddle with it as much as possible.

Also take the earring out & clean and sanitize your ear & the earring often, while it's healing.

Keep the same stud earring in & don't change it until it heals, then you can switch earrings.

I do these exact steps and I've never had an infection or any problems with any of my piercings, and I have 6 so far, 3 I did myself!

I hope this guide could help you and inform you, and please be on the lookout for new piercing tips in the future!

- Atom T. L. Yorke

#piercings #piercing #piercing tips #earring #earrings #mid ear piercing #ear piercing #ear piercings #guide #tips #body modifications #body modification

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ernieboxall · 3 years

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The 3 Unwittingly Made Mistakes I've Made In Speaking

So, here we are...the first issue of 'How To Shine Instead of Shiver' webinar is in the can-or in my Dropbox anyway. It wasn't all roses, but it is out there now and ready to be improved on in the future. It took the sweat of the preparation, the toil of practice and the butterflies of going live.

There are loads of webinars out there, it looks easy, right? The thousands of successful webinars, and the online 'guru's', creating courses to help us become the success we've always wanted to be. Making the five and six-figure fees in 'passive' income and, by following their advice and downloading the information they have created, you too can join the ranks of the thousands of people in their membership group.

Have you ever noticed how they promise that the 'download' would enable you to start using their knowledge to build the life you choose-and then, having made the purchase, you are offered an up-sale for $27, and when you've bought the 'Bonus' they have the De-Lux offer for $355 a month?

Let, me assure you now, though, with different price scales, this will be no different.

You see, I offer you a 'Disclaimer' right now! "I do not know everything about speaking to a live audience or even to camera...but what I do know, I know well. But I'll tell you this-writing my webinar introduction, and my webinar course has not been 'Easy' anything but!

Now, I don't know whether I will get to 100 webinars or Live videos. My '4 o'clock Sunday Stories' has been offered to the audience for over a year so that must be 52 at least. And, although I've worked hard to post every Sunday, sometimes being caught out by gremlins, sometimes by 'Life'. What I can do is put my experiences out there and hope that some part of it makes an impact on one person more than one person out there who can benefit.

OK, so with that out of the way what am I going to do for YOU this newsletter?

After all, one of the reasons for writing this particular newsletter is to dive into the confessions of a reluctant speaker. I'm going to share with you; the 3 unwittingly made mistakes I've made in speaking. A career which stretched back to before I was born (but, made real in November 2002. I'm giving them out in the hope you will not make them.

Mistake #1 - I hadn't practised the 4 Ps:

My first network meeting was in July 1994. I started a personal training business for business owners working in-house and outdoors. I had, almost, a lifetime of exercise behind me. My father, who had been a sportsman in the war, was a soldier and the battalion-sporting mascot. He represented the battalion in rugby, football, running and boxing (more about this later). After the war, he continued his sporting activities and included me in his training, even though I was only five years old.

Now, at 40, all that experience was being put to good use building a business--or so I thought! I'd already ran my circuit training groups, been a supply teacher and assistant manager in semi-professional football. So! Exercise classes for executives would be the logical next step. Right? That's what I thought, but I found out, to my financial and physical cost, that there is so much difference between the two. And, the difference is that while I was a fitness trainer, supply teacher and assistant manager, I was being paid. Suddenly, I was looking for my first client.

And, looking for that first client meant going to network meetings and earning my own money. That meant that not only did I have to structure the course, but I also had to sell the course. I knew how to set up sessions, and I knew how to deliver them. What I didn't know how to do is to be convincing when people who wanted to work with me, saw me.

You see, the know, like, and trust factor depends on communication and connection, but when I went networking for the first time I didn't do what I'm teaching the people who are looking to go through the process now, to do themselves...The 4 Ps of Perfect Presentations. I knew nothing about them and made the biggest mistake of all...I went along unprepared. Does that sound like you? Do you remember your first networking event?

I rose early, bathed and groomed, went out into the dark, ice-covered night and scrapped the windscreen. I drove about 5 miles to the meeting, smiled at the man taking names and joined the other members at the coffee table. Then the moment we were asked to sit down and told that we would be asked to make a 60-second pitch. No one told me. Perhaps, no one will tell you.

I hadn't prepared a pitch, so I didn't practise, and since I hadn't prepared or practised I didn't have a good posture, so the performance was crap.

I didn't know why, but I did know that it wasn't a good look. I saw and heard the other business owners tell their stories and determined to find a way to do better...that just took more network meetings, more expense, more travel and more listening.

Then, I remembered what I had done some 25 years before when I gave my first speech as a best man to the daughter of Nuneaton's Head of the Chamber of Commerce. I was given three months notice and used them to prepare and practice, which meant that my posture and performance hit the mark. It's easier when you have three months notice, isn't it?

From that moment on the whole process of speaking to a live audience became much more comfortable and, over the following months, much more polished. So much so that I built a client-base of 5 business owners who worked with me over two years until the economy, which had been in the doldrums, picked up and took off...they were so busy that they decided that exercise came second.

And, so...back to square one.

But, now I knew the secret of being comfortable and confident talking to a live audience. And, having done it once, I was determined not only to do it again but to help other business owners let go of the anxiety and dread...and grow their business through their 'Audible business card'.

Mistake #2 Taking the same message to different groups.

One major lesson I learned from the experience at network meetings was that you could spend an awful lot of money on business cards, banners and websites but if you can't excite people face to face, or on camera, then that's a waste of finances.

There's also another problem with those same methods of communicating with potential customers. And, that is that the words don't change. You turn up at a meeting set up your banner, begin to chat to people around the coffee table and exchange business cards, watch the receiver put the card in their pocket or into a card wallet. Over a meal, you chat with the people on the table and tell them a little about yourself before giving your 60-second presentation.

On your way home, do you wonder how many people will take any notice of the card or the words on the card? Do you wonder how many people read the words on your banner? How many people go to your website and read the words before following up?

A few days later, you go to another networking group and go through the routine of raising the banner and handing out business cards. You give your 60-second presentation and move on. Now, my view is that the words on your banner and the words on your business cards don't change...the same words to a different audience. The words you use to accountants, solicitors, IT specialists and website builders must surely be different from the words for architects, interior designers, plumbers and window cleaners.

You have a much more economical way of making an impact on these audiences to use what I call 'Your audible business card'—your mouth.

Using the 4 Ps of Perfect Presentations, you can change your presentation depending on the needs of the sales staff-because ultimately that's what the people in front of you are-require to

hear from you.

In any case, your initial message is only as fresh as the number of times you tell it to the same audience; few business owners can get away with telling the same story, to the same people time after time. It's always good to have versions of who you are, where you are, what you do and who you're looking to talk to. But, whatever the version, the 4Ps remain the same.

Your 'Audible business card' cost no more than the time to prepare and practice your next presentation. After that presentation, if it's a good presentation, then people will come and ask for your e-mail, your telephone number, people will ask You for a 1 to 1.

Mistake #3 How do I know if it's a good presentation?

"How do I know if my presentation is any good?" That's a question I am asked regularly. And it's pretty easy to answer.

"How many people came up and asked for your details after you finished?' I could finish there, the outcome. You may have made every one of the

'4 Unwittingly Made Mistakes Many Speakers Make When They Speak To A Live Audience,' and still get a ton of business. If that's the case, brilliant. I couldn't be more pleased.

" Could you have got more? And did you have any sleepless nights, anxiety or dread before the presentation?

You see, there are always improvements to be made, and it's not a bad idea to know where those improvements can be made straight away. And there are just 3 Questions to ask yourself-or the people who listen to you. Those questions are:

What Did I/You Like?

What Would I/You Change?

What Do You Remember? (Hopefully, you remember the main points of your presentation.)

Let's have a look at the questions one by one.

What did I/you like? The criteria might be - Poster; Tone; Speed; Volume; Pauses; Smile; Delivery; Conclusion.

What would I/you change? Posture; Tone; Speed; Volume; Pauses; Smile; Delivery: Conclusion; Verbal Crutches

This is the big one! What do you remember? Leave it a couple of days and then ask "What do you remember from my presentation?"

The answers to these questions will determine whether your sales team, the people who have stayed with you, will recommend you when they are talking to their partners, clients and other business owners. How many of the people not at the presentation ring you up and say that you have been recommended.

Once you have answers to these questions, the 4 Ps and particularly the performance will improve your presentations, your self-esteem, your health and your financial prospects without sleepless nights, anxiety or dread.

I hope sharing these mistakes has given you some insight into your presentations and will, perhaps save you money and aid your health. Also, I'll be back in a fortnight with more insights into speaking and storytelling in business and life.

If you have any comments on anything I've written in this issue, feel free to e-mail me at [email protected]

I've enjoyed putting this together to celebrate my first webinar.

I finished this article while listening to Hamlet performed by the RSC on the BBC...you can bet these actors used the 4Ps to Perfect their performances.

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Iiiiiiiiit's Thursday here, hello everyone! 🎉🎉🎉🎊🎊🎊 Things have been hectic at the office and, to top it off, colleagues are coming down with the flu 😷 I did feel a little cold and tired, as though I was about to come down with something. Still going strong so far, thank goodness.

These few days, I focused on:

Mental/emotional relaxation - listening to soothing music after work helps with destressing;

Quality sleep - self explanatory; and

Eating more red meat - red meat has been demonised in recent years but I find it helps me to feel less cold and right now I need it to boost immunity levels.

Usually when I fall sick, I take it easy where exercise is concerned in order to recover more fully and quickly. Right now, I still feel capable of being active. We Chinese believe in Yin and Yang foods, with the latter providing more 'masculine' energy. So the duck I've been having for dinner helps, as does ensuring I go to bed earlier.

Other stuff took a backseat, including writing here. But then I saw the amazing Amanda LaCount's post and it was so high-energy that it would be a crime not to share!

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She danced to not one but FOUR different songs!!!!!!!! My fave is definitely the first 🤩🤩🤩 This babe's definitely on 🔥🔥🔥

Exercise helps to start the day right, especially with the adrenalin boost. Despite feeling a little tired in the late afternoon, I'm still able to get through much of the day and clear the work. Hopefully, by taking these extra steps, I'm able to ward off further onset of the flu or catching it. On several occasions, it worked, unless the virus is a particularly strong one.

Also boosting their immunity levels by being active are these curvy babes.

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Really going for that upper body strength is Lorei, expertly utilising all that gym equipment (do not know the names apart from the weights 😂). Don't mess with this babe unless you're a masochist and itching for a broken nose.

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Also going for it using weights are Georgina and...........

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Laura with a medicine ball (that's what those are called, right?).

When it comes to building strength, there's no right or wrong way to do this. Some people lift; others, like me, prefer calisthenics. For example, gymnasts are some of the fittest athletes in the world and they get there by using their bodies as weights and challenging themselves over and over. Check out Olympian Simone Biles and her breathtaking routines on Youtube 😱

If you're interested in calisthenics, Lauren has some pretty good exercises to try out and she makes them interesting too!

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Other curvy babes are easing themselves into the active life with gentler routines like walking, such as what Ify is doing.

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Never underestimate the benefits of this seemingly simple exercise! When I first did this to resume being active a year after giving up sports due to the auto accident injury, I gradually picked up speed over time. I still power walk weekly and the sweat pouring off my body feels glorious 👌

Also gentle is yoga, which works on flexibility, as well as endurance. Alex demonstrates a quick 10-minute routine that anyone can do at home. Perfect for busy folks who have time constraints as well as those too tired to head to the gym after work.

Lastly, of course there's dance!

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Fully working that active wear with smooth moves, a confident smirk and a whole lotta sass!

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Grab your partner or a friend and move it move it 💃 Is it just me or does the babe bear a resemblance to Lizzo? Her smile is so cute!

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The great part about dance is that it can be done anywhere, basically whenever we feel like it. Catchy beat? Time to get our groove on 😉😉😉

Pregnant women can also join in the fun 😃 Plus, let's face it - there're tons of shopping hauls on social media. Adding some shimmying and some hot moves bring a smile to this easily bored ol' bird's face 😁

There're many ways to get up and get moving and exercise is 1 of the most important branches of wellness where building a more powerful immune system is concerned. This is critical given the current coronavirus situation. Not only that, being active helps to shorten recovery times so that our bodies aren't too battered from fighting viruses.

Whilst it's no use panicking and far better to continue leading our lives like we normally do, we can still take steps to care for ourselves, just in case. As the saying goes, better to be safe than sorry.

In my case, I do this not only for myself, but for my aging parents too. They don't need something more to worry about when they need to focus on protecting themselves as best as they can. As a family, all of us, including Little Bro and his wifey, have united once more to do our best to get through this trying period as a unit.

And... to end this post, since laughter is the best medicine, I saw this on a friend's Facebook wall and nearly fainted from laughing 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Till the next post, stay sweet! And oh, have a happy weekend too 🤗

#goldenconfidence #itsmyconfidence #positivity #positivethoughts #positivemind #positivelife #positiveliving #bepositive #positivevibes #positivelifestyle #visiblyplus #visiblyplussize

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"I did it," Elphaba breathed, beside herself as she watched her sister walk closer to Boq at the speed of an unsteady toddler. "Finally, from these powers of mine… something good."

Glinda heard that — the deep guilt that laced through every syllable, quiet as the rustling of grass in a breeze. She wrapped that up and tucked it away, needing to study the truth of it later when she had the chance. There and then, she wanted to keep watching. To find out what their former classmate would think of Elphaba's sister having the use of her legs for the first time in her life.

"Oh, goodness," Boq breathed, a hand at his mouth. By the time her hands lay upon his shoulders, she was laughing, the pure, unfiltered laugh of someone who had been relieved of a burden for the first time in her young life, but he was merely struck dumb. Finally, his head swung around to point at Elphaba. "You… you did this, didn't you?"

"I did. It's… the least I can do for my family, now that I've discovered this power. Maybe it's too little, too late, but I tried."

While the young man was still glancing between all of them, beside himself, Nessa took up one of his limp hands. "Don't you see? I… I can travel with you now, I don't have to keep you here! We can open the borders for the both of us! With my legs now working, a-and me knowing Elphaba isn't wicked after all… what's to stop us now?"

For a few seconds, the room was at a standstill. Glinda and Elphaba were shifting uncomfortably, feeling the splashback of the intensity Nessarose was radiating at her accomplice. Privately, Glinda wanted to breathe a sigh of relief at Nessa realising how mistaken she had been about her sister, but this didn't seem to be the time nor place — especially when she was reeling from the knowledge that the Munchkinland borders were only closed because she wanted to keep Boq on a short leash. Was she really so selfish as that?

Meanwhile, Boq himself looked between her and the others, struggling to come up with a reply. At long last, he said, "Oh… this is wonderful news. It changes everything!"

"I know! Everything!" Then she blinked in mild shock as he began to walk past her. "Wh-where are you going?"

Much to Glinda's horror, the staturally-challenged man grasped one of her hands in both of his. She was still blinking at that when he whispered, "Oh, Miss Galinda… how long I've waited to tell you!"

"Tell me what?" A heartbeat later, she added, "And it's 'Glinda' now."

"How much I care for you! How enchanted I've always been with you from the very beginning!"

All three women burst out in a single word: "WHAT?!"

"Your soft, gentle grace, that flawless blonde hair that curls gently to your shoulders, and- well, I can't say enough about your smile!" Sighing like a besotted child having been given his first puppy, he held her hand up and pressed it into his heart, earning only an exasperated gasp from Nessarose. "And I know that I might not be able to win you over, given that I'm just a Munchkinlander, but… oh, can't you give me a chance?"

"Gosh!" Glinda breathed, fluttering her eyelashes. In point of fact, her hair looked like a wind-tossed tree branch, and she didn't feel particularly gentle or graceful anymore. But she would be lying to herself if she tried to claim the flattery did not feel the tiniest bit gratifying. Therefore, she simply fluttered her eyelashes and giggled when he pressed a kiss to the hand. "That's so kind of you, Biq! I had no idea you felt so strongly!"

"No," Nessa breathed, staggering closer to her sister, a hand over her mouth. Glinda hated to see the woman so joyful one moment, and so crestfallen the next. She might have been a stranger to her, but she was still a person, and deserved to enjoy being able to walk for the first time in her life without the moment being ruined by something as stupid as this! How could he be so insensitive?

"Well, what do you say?" he persisted.

"Sorry," Glinda breathed softly, trying to cause as little of a scene as she could. "I hardly know you, and even back at Shiz, I was always more partial to Fiyero! Remember him?" That didn't seem to make a dent, so she continued, "Anyway, it doesn't matter because I'm just not interested in pursuing that kind of relationship right now. With anyone! So… so maybe we can be friends. Wouldn't that be nice?"

Slowly, his energetic expression began to lessen, a little at a time. He didn't quite frown, but he looked like the light behind his eyes had been snuffed by a strong breeze. Then he said, "I won't give up. You don't realise how earnest I am, and that's fine; I can wait. I'll wait a thousand years!"

"NO!" Nessa burst out. And when they turned to look at her… she saw something between her fingers. Something that did not belong to her.

Elphaba immediately burst out, "You give that back, Nessa!"

"There has to be something," she murmured, flicking through the pages of the Grimmerie with desperation. "Something in here to… to keep Boq from leaving me!"

"There isn't," Boq told her confidently, abandoning Glinda's hands with some obvious regret. "If Glinda isn't interested in coming with me, then I'll leave on my own."

"But haven't I been good to you?!" she demanded, wetness streaming down her cheeks. "These past two years, I gave you everything, I- I brought you here, gave you a place to stay, and didn't make you wait on me when you wanted time to yourself! I even…" Her eyes turned away, stung by the tears. "I even let you handle my shoes!"

The exasperated Munchkin threw up both arms as he exclaimed, "Who cares about your stupid shoes?! What possible reason would anybody have to care about that?! I didn't mind helping you, waiting on you when you can't wait on yourself, but I didn't want to — I wanted to be free! For all of our people to be free! Can't you see what you've been doing to us?! You're turning our homeland into… into a prison! It's horrible, and I want no part of it anymore!"

When he took a step toward the door, she shouted, "You'll never leave! The guards will stop you at the Emerald border, you know that! So… so just come back right now, and all will be forgiven!"

Boq barely spared her a glance. Instead, he looked at Glinda. "I really will wait for you."

"Yippee," she muttered under her breath.

"You ungrateful snake!" Flipping another few pages, she slapped a hand in the middle of the book and shouted, "HA! Your heart will be mine forever — it's right here! Ah... Tum... Tah... Tae..."

Instantly, Elphaba was by her side, eyes flicking between the page and her sister's manic gleam as she continued to chant. "Wh-what are you trying to do to him? Your pronunciation sounds…" She squinted down, then looked up at her with a stricken expression. "Nessa, h-how is your Ancient Lurlinic?!"

"A-AH!" Boq exclaimed, collapsing to the floor. "M-my chest, it's- what's h… happeni…"

That was as far as he got. His mouth hung open as he twitched and lay still.

"Boq?" Nessa's eyes flew wide as she took a hesitant step forward, gazing down in horror at what her ill-conceived spellwork had wrought. "BOQ?! What happened?!"

Not quite as distraught as the Eminent Thropp but still worried, Glinda flew over to Elphaba's side and hissed, "Can't you do something?!"

"You know I can't! You can't reverse a spell once it's been cast — and I didn't cast it, anyway!" Snatching the book out of her sister's hands, she began to page through it. "But maybe there's something else…"

"This is your fault!" Nessa was screaming as she crouched on the floor next to the man's body. "If you hadn't shown me that horrendible book, I would never h-"

"OH, STUFF IT!" Glinda screeched down at her, fists down by her side. "What kind of woman are you?! Casting a spell on poor little Biq just because he's not interested in you? That's pretty petty, Netty!"

"Nessa!" she corrected without thinking. But she was already looking down at him again. "And… oh… I know it is, I… please, just save him! Do something, anything!"

But Elphaba was already doing something. Book clutched in one hand, arm acting as a makeshift stand to prop it up just below her bosom, her other hand began to swirl through the air as she chanted, filling the room with a thick presence that could only be felt, not seen. Glinda knew such a gesture wasn't strictly necessary, but given that Elphaba was far better at spells than she had ever been, perhaps there was some merit in doing it, after all.

"S-something's happening," Nessa whispered, edging away from his body. "What… but this isn't… what have you done?"

"What I can," was all she panted once she was through, sagging with the weight of having poured her heart and soul into the effort. Magic seemed to sap her stamina when it was a stronger spell. "I… I'm sorry."

All three of them gaped down at the form below them. It was no longer a Munchkin. Truth be told, it wasn't even a person. Gleaming tin caught the firelight from all over his form, barrel chest that looked like a giant boiler, legs that looked like stovepipes. He who had been Boq was no more; whatever he had become was something else altogether.

"Elphaba… he's a tin toy. You've turned my beloved, sweet, brave Boq into…" Bitter tears slid down her cheeks as she grasped his arm, and she shivered. "Oh, what have I done to deserve this?! Why would you do this to me?!"

"I've only done as you asked. All I've ever done is what you asked!" No answer came. Snapping the book shut, she tucked it under her arm. "Nessa, I have done everything I could for you but it has never been enough. And now I see that it never will be. Good day to you."

"Wait, Elphie," Glinda whispered, taking a quick step forward. "She's grieving, she- maybe if you-"

"No. We are finished here. Come along, Glinda, we'll… we'll leave her to her toys and her tyranny."

And that was that. Nessa spoke no more for all her weeping, and Elphaba seemed to have nothing to say. Glinda took a step toward the broom, then rushed back to Nessa, ignoring the impatient tutting from their broom-pilot.

"Listen," she whispered to Nessa, who only sobbed louder. "You… may not be able to hear me right now, but… you mustn't blame yourself. Or Elphie. This just… this is just a big tangle of accidents all in the same ball of yarn. I am sorry about your friend, though. He didn't quite-"

"Leave me alone!" she screamed, raw and unhinged. "He could never love me while you existed! I never want to see your flawless face again!"

"Y-you can't mean that," she breathed. "How is it my fault if y-"

"GO!"

So they went.

"That was an awful thing to have happened," Glinda breathed as Nest Hardings fell away beneath them, the sky swallowing them up as the guards finally began to pour into Colwen Grounds. "I just… don't know what she thought she was going to accomplish by bespelling his heart that way! And then she blamed you for not 'fixing' it right! What more does she want?!"

"He was already dead," Elphaba said flatly. "She wanted the impossible, as usual. Poor, stupid Nessa. There are no shortcuts out of the afterlife without much too high a cost."

Glinda thought that sentiment was a bit harsh, but she held her tongue.

~ o ~

As they sped off through the night, it became clearer that Elphaba was closing herself off. The more Glinda tried to encourage her to talk about what she had just experienced, the less she seemed to want to say. She could understand; if it had been her spellwork that turned a man to metal, she would be losing her marbles, too. However, there was no sense in dwelling on it.

Which she finally got Elphaba to respond to, just as they were passing over the Forest of the Fighting Trees.

"I know," she snapped angrily. "None of this is precious Nessa's fault, none of it's my fault. Or Boq's. You understand that, right?"

"Yes, of course," Glinda sighed in relief. "It's just one of those things that happens sometimes, right? When-"

"It's the Wizard's fault."

Her heart sank, the relief already gone on the winds behind them. "Really?"

"Don't you see? He's the one who drove me away, who… set me up to take the blame for those monkeys being changed! With me gone, disgracing the family name, Father worried himself into the grave. Father being gone made Nessa have to step into his place, since I was a fugitive — and she was in the position, she had the power to force Boq to stay by her side. We both know that old phrase about absolute power corrupting absolutely, don't we?"

"Well… it is a bit of a stretch, but I can't say there's any incorrectitude. So the Wizard pulls strings and everything spirals downward. So what? It's not like we can do anything about it."

"Time Dragon take it all, we can, too! And… we are!"

Both hands gripped hard on the broom handle, bringing them around to aim slightly south from their previous heading. Squealing and holding onto her friend more tightly, she called out, "Where are you taking us?!"

"To the Emerald City! This stops NOW!"

All that could be heard floating out behind them after that was Glinda's wail of despair and resignation.

~ o ~

A stroke of luck befell the pair as they flew in through a high window and entered the Wizard's spacious throne room: it was unattended. Glinda bit her lip to recall how things had taken such a dark turn the last time they visited; a few misplaced words of a spell, a breaking of trust, and their entire lives had changed in an instant. Even now, she felt they were making a grave mistake in returning to the scene of the crime, but Elphie had refused to heed her warnings all the way there.

As they neared the "great and terrible" mechanical head that he used to intimidate the masses, Glinda leaned over and again whispered, "This is stupid. We're going to get ourselves thrown… underground!"

"No, we will not," Elphaba protested firmly, laying her broom down as she paced back and forth. "He'll be here, and we will have words. And you and I both know my explosion spell has never been explosionier; if things go wrong, I'll 'create' a new exit for us. Please, don't be worried."

"Pardon me if I worry anyway. I can't believe you wanted to come back here! Is your memory that bad that you already forgot how he tried to shoehorn you into Assistant To The Regional Wizard?" Sighing, she scuffed at the floor with her travelling boot as Elphaba looked this way and that, a hand shadowing her eyes. "And it doesn't even look like he's here, unless he's turned into a tapestry."

"I HAVE NOT!" the head boomed.

"OH, my Ozness!"

Elphaba did not react with quite the same level of shock as her compatriot. Instead, she merely sighed and called out, "Enough of the theatrics! I'm here to talk, but not to a giant puppet!"

"FINE." A moment later, the white-haired, pot-bellied old man emerged from behind the enormous bust of himself, smiling apologetically at the pair. Though he always looked rather grand in his top and tails, watch chain swinging from his vest pocket, the smear of grease on his cheek somewhat diminished the overall effect. "I was repairing one of the mechanisms; this thing breaks down more often than you'd think!"

"Your Wizardship," Glinda said immediately, bowing, then trying to turn the bow into a curtsy in mid-motion. "How have you been keeping?"

"Oh, well enough, well enough," he said in a genial tone. "Knew you'd be back. Oh, I knew you would, even after… well, that strongly-worded reply to your letter."

"You threatened us," Elphaba said without embellishment.

"Morrible threatened you," he nuanced, holding up a finger as his other hand grasped his lapel. "Her word choices, not mine. Besides, that letter was meant to be encouragement! A petition for you to come back and compromise. Surely you realise that I wouldn't waste such a resource as you and Miss Galinda on imprisonment, don't you?"

Glancing back and forth between them, Glinda cleared her throat and said, "N-no, we didn't. And it's 'Glinda', if you please, Wizliness."

"Glinda, Elphaba… the witches." Waving a hand at their glares, he said, "I don't see why a witch is so much worse than a wizard, anyway. That's up to the people of Oz. It would be interesting to ask them why one label is less palatable than the other when they have the same connotation: a person who, one way or another, suddenly finds themselves a bit more… magical than before."

"You don't have any magic," Elphaba accused baldly. "If you did, you wouldn't have tricked me into hurting Chistery and the other monkeys!"

A heavy sigh floated out of him, rustling the hairs above his lip. "It is true. All of my 'magic' is slight-of-hand, a shrewd use of modern invention… I'd try to protest, but you're a bit sharper than the average citizen of Oz."

"Then what do you want from me?" she demanded.

"To combine forces. My wit, and the people's faith in me… you and your perky blonde pal's powers, and we could do great things together! And you wouldn't have to keep running… wouldn't have to plan your own futures…" He leaned over to one side, as if hoping this would lend the other two a new perspective, as well.

"I like being in charge of my future," Glinda pouted. "It might not be a great one right now, but isn't that the only thing we truly have in the end? Control of our own fates?"

"Quite right! Quite right, my little dewdrop," he said with a nod, rocking back onto his heels. The "dewdrop" curled her lip at the term of endearment; he ignored that. "But there's a difference between getting to make the important choices, and having to make them all. Isn't there?" When neither of them responded, he spread his arms wide. "Let me take care of both you girls. You did a thing I found very disappointing when you took that book, very distressing, but if you just return it, swear to fall in line with the way things are run in the Emerald City, I promise you'll live like princesses!"

That only pulled an eyeroll from Elphaba. "I never had any desire to be a princess. Nor for someone to take care of me. Besides, what guarantee do we have that you won't just throw us in the dungeon when you have the Grimmerie?"

"You have my word."

"What's that worth in emeralds?" Glinda scoffed. "Nothing! You did set your soldiers on us, purely because we ran away when you tricked us! As far as I'm concerned, you're a… a naughty little boy who threw a tantrum because we didn't give your toy back!"

"But you took my toy," he said reasonably. "It did belong to me, didn't it?"

"I wonder." Narrowing her eyes, Elphaba paced back and forth in front of the Wizard. For his part, he tried to maintain that same genial facade, smiling beneath his mustache. "You can't use the book. We can. That's a very interesting fact. If I were to make a guess, I'd say it definitely doesn't belong to you."

Shrugging his shoulders, both of his hands went to the lapels of his coat. "Very good, very good. Though I didn't purloin the tome, if that's what you're implying. I found it. Here, actually; here in the palace."

"That's awfully forthrightful of you," Glinda said.

"Why shouldn't I say as much? Knowing it used to be here won't change the fact that yes, I'm the ruling head of Oz, and yes, the book belongs to me right now since it was in the palace when I found it. Correct?"

"Supposing we accept that," Elphaba continued, "what's to stop us from seizing control of the throne?"

"Um," Glinda began, but a wave of Elphaba's hand silenced her. She wanted to hear the Wizard's response.

"Oh, not much. I never asked for this, or planned it in advance. I was merely blown here by the winds of chance! When the folks in Oz needed someone to believe in, I swooped in from a land afar, and… well, the rest is history. Who was I to resist being worshipped like a king? I'm no George Washington." He held up a finger when he saw a pair of green nostrils flaring in anger and impatience. "However! I believe I should remind you that Madame Morrible is also lurking about here somewhere. If you try to depose me by force, she'll show you just how much power she has at her command."

"She couldn't read the book, either," Elphaba shot back, striding toward him. "Only a handful of spells; less than Glinda now. Which tells me she isn't so powerful after all. If she were, why doesn't she fix the real problems in Oz?"

His head cocked slightly as he considered. "Is that what it tells you? Hmm. Might be. Or it might not be. Who can say?"

This finally forestalled the two witches. They certainly weren't about to go around ceding points to the pompous windbag — not after he had either requested or allowed Morrible to order them to surrender and "accept their fate". But he was certainly giving them something to think about; a warning.

"What do you say?" he finally whispered when a time had passed and they did not respond. "Come on board the S.S. Wizard. Be part of my little family! Oh, I'd so like to have someone a little less… belligerent than Morrible to associate myself with. A couple of… apprentices? Peers, junior wizardesses?"

"You would pardon us entirely?" Glinda pressed him, voice cautious but hopeful. "For taking the book, and running, and any spells we used? That sounds too good to b-"

"Wait." Elphaba held an arm out in front of her friend as she took a step forward. Glinda couldn't help but feel both irritated at being silenced, and proud of Elphie for asserting herself. "You've made a habit out of telling lies to the people of Oz. How can we believe a word you say?"

"Ah, well, that's… you see, I'm…" He chuckled. "You've got me, I suppose. Haven't been a very honest chap, have I?"

"You can do something to prove yourself." Drawing herself up to her full height, she ordered, "Release the monkeys. As a gesture of goodwill, not as part of our negotiations. I've never done anything dishonest, and I don't think Glinda's capable of that at all."

"Hey!" she hissed. "I can fabricate with the best of them, probably! I just… haven't needed to very much!"

"But that's all you've ever done," Elphaba went on as if she hadn't been interrupted. "Lie, over and over. You're the only one whose word is in question. We need some proof up front that you can make good. Set those monkeys free, and we'll talk."

For the first time, they could both clearly see the indecision cross the old man's face. His lips worked and he paced back and forth, debating the pros and cons — sometimes aloud, under his breath. Then he shrugged and turned back to them.

"Done."

Striding over to the enormous head, he reached inside somewhere they couldn't see. A cranking sound filled the room as a large door wheeled up the wall, opening the way for a flood of winged monkeys to come pouring out. Their fur was the colour of coal, their leathery bat-wings stretching out from their backs; no doubt they had been cramped in such close confines with each other. The one named Chistery came up to Elphaba, regarding her with caution.

"Fly," she bade him urgently under her breath. When he only tilted his head in the other direction, she motioned at him with both arms, flapping and shooing. "Fly free! Chistery, you're free, isn't it wonderful?! Go, fly!"

"It's okay!" Glinda put in, using her sweetest voice. "No one will stop you this time! Fly away, little monkey!"

The other monkeys didn't have to be told twice, but Chistery ambled a lot more slowly to the windows. Turning her back on him so that he might get the idea, Elphaba strode over to the doorway and peered through to a cage in the corner.

"And it looks like we missed one," she sighed.

"N-now wait," the Wizard began to warn her, eyes widening as he tried to rush over. "Please, that's not-"

Too late. The cage was filled with a baa-ing instead of a chittering. Elphaba staggered back in shock when she recognized the occupant.

"No. N-no, y… Dr. Dillamond?!"

"By Ozma and Lurline," Glinda breathed.

The Wizard hurriedly approached the dumbstruck woman, her green lips parted wide as she gaped down at the Goat who had once been a wise, capable teacher. Now, all he could do was bleat and gaze up at her balefully, perched upon a bed of straw.

"He's been well taken care of," the Wizard attempted. "Hasn't wanted for anything. Nor have the monkeys! We… well, them being a problem for us didn't mean they should starve, does it?"

"What have you done? Why can't he talk?" When no answer came, Elphaba took over for the man's habit of grasping his lapels, shaking him by them as she snapped, "Tell me!"

Flinching afresh at her volume, he hissed, "We couldn't keep letting him speak out, could we?! All that dissent and chaos, it's… not ideal, not good for the kingdom!"

"How is she doing it? How is Morrible doing this to them?!" He only winced, so she finally dropped him, turning instead to wave her hands in a whirl and blow the door to the cage with one of her trademark explosions of pure magical energy. Dillamond bleated and ran around and around in a panic, finally bolting through the hole once the smoke had dissipated and running off to the far end of the room.

"GOLLY!" Glinda hissed as she pushed up from her crouch at the explosion. "Couldn't you at least warn me? I'm on your side, you know!"

"The deal is off," her companion growled down at the defeated man. "There's no sense trying to reason with a charlatan, a… an old humbug like you! Become your apprentice?! I am nothing like you and I never will be, and I will fight you until the day I die!"

"Please, this is all a misunderstanding!" the Wizard wailed. But he was drowned out by the sound of the giant doors being wrenched open, of boots thundering across the stone.

"The guards!" Elphaba cursed. "Glinda, grab the broom!"

"You bet I will!" But as she picked it up, she noticed the one in the front of the group. "Oh… oh!"

"Oh, what?" Joining her side, she got an eyeful and said the same herself. "Oh!"

Fiyero Tiggular, his tall, dark looks and lean form, was leading the charge. Fiyero. He definitely looked a bit different than the last time they had seen him, encased in a captain's uniform such as he was. But it was him — a yet more dashing version, if the women were being honest with themselves. Glinda gripped the broom handle tighter, feeling her insides clench, her mind race and grow lighter at the thought of all the myriad feelings she had for him in their days at Shiz.

And he was as shocked to see them as they were to see him. "I don't believe it," he breathed, staggering to a halt, the muzzle of his rifle lowering as he took in the sight of his old friends.

"Thank Oz!" Glinda managed to breathe. "It's so good to see a friendly face!"

After a beat, Elphaba managed to breathe, "I… I thought you might have-"

"Silence, witches!" he commanded, raising the gun again and licking his lips thoughtfully. Elphaba and Glinda were just exchanging a glance when he snapped to the other guards, "Fetch me some water!"

"Water, sir?" one asked. "Isn't it a funny time to come over thirsty?"

"You heard me — as much as you can carry! Go!" They did as they were told, running off. Then he swung back to look at them. "You two have a lot of explaining to do."

Taking a step toward him, Glinda began to plead, "Fiyero, it isn't what you thought! We- that is, everything was- I didn't mean for-"

"I said, silence!" She shot backward, squeaking at the firmness in his voice and the incongruity of being bade to speak and then silenced. To the Wizard, whom had just been reaching up to pull a lever, he said, "Ah, ah! Don't even try it, Your Ozness, or I'll tell these two what the wonderful Wizard is really like."

This must have held some significant sway, because the man withdrew his hand, sinking down to the floor. Elphaba watched this take place, then turned to Fiyero and said in a gentler voice, "What are you doing? Aren't you going to catch us, put us in that cage?"

"Yes, after you frightened me half to death!" Glinda hissed at him. "Waving a gun around in a royal location!"

"No, I don't want to catch you." Again, he stared down at the Wizard, breathing fast and shallow as his chest heaved. "I want you to be free, and this is the only way I can help you."

"I need a drink," the Wizard muttered as he withdrew a green bottle from inside his coat pocket, uncorking it.

"So you truly want to help?" Elphaba asked. "But… what will you do? Leave the guard, just to tag along after us? For some reason, I can't see you doing that."

Nodding sadly, he glanced around the chamber. "Maybe not. But at least I can rest tonight knowing I didn't ignore my convictions."

"For a man with no brain, he sure is full of ideas," Glinda half-laughed. However, Elphaba didn't seem so amused. She approached him with wide eyes.

"Fiyero… we have to save Dr. Dillamond. He must be so frightened!"

Glancing between her eyes and those of the gin-guzzling Wizard on the floor, he nodded. "I'll search for him. You two have to escape; more guards will be coming, and Morrible, I'm sure. If you stick around… there's only so much I'll be able to do to protect either of you."

"Come with us," Glinda urged him, eyes streaming. His eyes were focused on Elphaba, which stung, but she went on, "We have a place - it's not much, barely a hole in the wall. But we're safe there!"

"Meet me in my family's spare castle on the mountain that overlooks Kiamo Ko," he hissed at them when they heard noise in the hallway outside the open doors. "It's abandoned — you'll be safe, and not in a hole! Now go, I'll find you when I can!"

"But you-"

"We have the water, sir!" one guard shouted as he came tromping inside. Fiyero had already raised his rifle to aim at Elphaba and Glinda, though they only gaped at him.

"Good! Throw it upon them — you've heard the rumours!"

Though both women shared a curious glance at that ominous line, they obeyed; not wanting to stick around for an impromptu bath, the witches took flight, Fiyero taking aim and missing them by a wide margin with the single shot he fired off even as water splashed uselessly against the floors. Glinda just caught the look of longing in his clear, piercing eyes before he was out of sight. Lost to them both yet again.

To Be Continued…

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I've Read over 100 Productivity Books and Summarized the 15 Most Important Tips

Ten years ago, nearly to the day, I was given a promotion from starting-level engineer to upper management. Honestly, as exciting as the promotion was, I was incredibly overwhelmed. I felt that I didn’t have enough time to do everything that I needed/wanted to do and I began to feel that I was in over my head. Something had to give.

I’d heard of productivity books being helpful, so I decided to give it a try. I was hoping that the books would teach me how to get more done in less time. Not only did they help me achieve that goal, but other aspects of my performance as well.

After reading 100 productivity books, I have found that there are 15 key elements to staying productive and being efficient. I have compiled a list of my findings to help you to be as productive as you can be.

1. Don’t wait for others to set your deadlines, set them for yourself

While growing up with our structured school system, students are used to being given deadlines and working to meet them. This causes a problem when we suddenly don’t have a deadline to work towards. We tend to get lazy because there is no sense of urgency. This is why overachievers in school tend to be average in the real world, as they don’t have deadlines to work towards once no one sets it for them.

Successful people don’t wait, they set deadlines for their personal goals. While meeting external deadlines (those that are given to you) helps you to survive and meet the bare minimum, internal deadlines (those that you give yourself) make you push through your boundaries. The key is to be proactive, not passive.

2. Keep track of your time like you do your bank account

We like to think that we know ourselves well. But when asked to recall, we can’t remember what we did at this time on this day last week. Time is the most valuable resource we have. We need to track it like we do our bank accounts, because as the old saying goes, time is money. You can always earn more money, but you can never get back wasted time.

Keep a time-sheet to record how much time you spend on tasks. Even everyday/personal tasks. You’ll be surprised to see how much time you waste on certain things.

3. Don’t focus on your weaknesses, work on your strengths instead

It’s common practice to improve your weaknesses. But that shouldn’t be your primary focus. The most important thing is to first improve your strengths. Having a strength means that you already have a foundation for it (otherwise it wouldn’t be a strength) and acquired the basic skills. You should already have a solid idea of what to improve. The difference is that this growth will be exponential versus improving anything else.

Weaknesses cause limitations because you’re starting from the ground up. Everything is so new and it can be difficult to identify what works. But once you find those weak points, you can utilize your strengths (which you’ve improved) to help turn these weaknesses into an asset.

4. Rank tasks by importance, not the order you received them

Every task does not hold the same weight of importance as others might. Always ask yourself: What needs to be done right away? Regularly rank your tasks, and get the vital ones out of the way.

Sometimes we make the mistake of thinking that because a task came earlier, it is more important than the following tasks. Some tasks have a leveraging effect, so even if they arise later than other tasks, it should be prioritized to be finished right away.

Example: You are planning to brush up on your presentation skills, so you read 20 self-improvement books to reach your goal. Then you decide to read books on speed reading. The best move would have been to read the speed reading books first, to make reading your self-improvement books quicker and more effective.

5. Don’t bite off more than you can chew

“You can’t eat the whole pizza at once.” Now while this statement may come off as a challenge (I’m sure some of you could scarf down a whole pizza with no issue) the point is that we think we can handle enormous tasks on our own. Taking on too much at once can be discouraging, and will ultimately lessen your motivation.

The solution: break down big tasks into smaller, digestible tasks to create order and relieve some of the stress.

6. Smart people know when to delegate

Don’t feel obligated to do every little thing yourself. Doing more doesn’t mean doing better. In fact, if you have too much on your plate you are very likely to make careless mistakes because you’re trying to do too much at once. Recognize which tasks can be passed on to others so that you can focus on more challenging and important tasks.

7. Use your brain for thinking, not remembering

Information is unlimited, it’s impossible to remember everything. There’s a popular saying, “You have already forgotten more than you already know.” Meaning, there is just too much information to retain it all through memory alone. There’s a variety of tools that we can use to organize our thoughts and ideas for us, such as: computers, notebooks, our phones, etc.

8. Review your productivity at the end of the day

At the end of your day, take the time to reflect what you have accomplished, and what could be improved.

Ask yourself these questions:

What have I done well?

What have I done poorly?

Why did some things not work out as planned?

How can I do better tomorrow?

When we don’t reflect, we rely only on natural growth. Successful people concentrate on deliberate practice, where they actively identify and focus on things to improve. Even if you feel that you’ve done a job well done, still consider what could be done in terms of improvement. There is always something!

9. Sometimes cutting tasks is better than adding them

Make it a practice to regularly clear out what isn’t useful to you. This can be manual tasks, physical items, or even relationships. Think about it, physical clutter doesn’t only take up space, but it inhibits our performance as well because we have the physical impression of overload. I know that I personally need to have an organized work space, or I just can’t concentrate.

Just like we need to de-clutter our surroundings, we need to do the same with our digital space, only making room for what it important and deleting the rest. Your device will work more efficiently, and you don’t have to sift through endless folders and files to find whatever you’re trying to access. Less is more.

10. Estimate time for your task

Sometimes this is something that we slack off on, going into a project without considering how much time it is going to take us. To help with this, follow the 2 minute rule. If it can be completed within two minutes, get it out of the way first.

Neglecting to estimate your time can cause you to waste time; because you do not have a real goal in mind or deadline you are trying to meet. If you don’t set a standard, then you won’t know which aspects need to be improved upon and tweaked for efficiency when the task is repeated.

Example: You are making an avocado salad. Before beginning, how long do you think it is going to take? 30 minutes? 15? 3? When we consider the task at hand and the time needed to complete it, we start planning on how to do it more efficiently.

11. Stretch your creativity no matter what your job is

We need a bit of creativity for every task that we complete, no matter how mundane it may seem. Creativity is not always a naturally given talent, but a muscle that can be trained. Perhaps you’re not the Renaissance man (or woman) of the century, but you can drum up some out-of-the-box ideas along with the best of them. We need a bit of creativity in order to step up our efficiency.

This could relate to tasks such as time management or production procedures. You need to exercise your creativity to make an already existing practice even better.

12. Know when to stop as tasks tend to devalue overtime

When the productivity of a project beings to diminish, you need to know when it’s time to call it quits. Tasks tend to devalue overtime. The longer a task is taking, the less likely it is to be successful. When it starts to seem that progress is declining, it’s time to cut your losses and reevaluate your game plan.

Example: When a business realizes that they are losing more and more money each month, they need to change their strategy.

13. Always assume that you don’t know as much as you may think you know

Because the truth is, most people don’t know much. There’s an endless supply of information relating to just about anything. Never be overly satisfied, always know that there is room for improvement. Just because you have a good thing, it doesn’t mean that it couldn’t be better. Always continue to strive for more and look for new insights. You’re really only the best if you look for new ways to grow. And most importantly, don’t allow yourself to be secretly arrogant. Or outwardly arrogant. Stay humble. You will gain much more respect from your peers and your followers this way.

14. Identify your instant gratification and ditch it

You might think that you don’t have an instant gratification trigger, but everyone has one. This is something that you don’t really need to work for, but fills you with enough confidence and feeling of productivity that you don’t feel you need to do anymore. What is yours? Identify yours, and overcome it.

Example: Your boss is always very complimentary, nearly to the point of being coddled. Since you’re always hearing that you’re doing a good job, you feel like you don’t need to do more. But in order to improve, you should strive to do more to get to the next level of excellence.

15. Start with the big picture, work down to the details

Identify the ultimate goal at hand, and start from the beginning. Then, break down every task in sequential order that needs to be achieved in order to reach this ultimate goal. Double check your tasks at hand, ask yourself how it fits into the big picture and if it is really necessary. Could you time be better spent on a different task? Don’t just work mindlessly. Always consider the big picture and the moves you are making towards it.

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I've Read over 100 Productivity Books and Summarized the 15 Most Important Tips

1. Don’t wait for others to set your deadlines, set them for yourself

2. Keep track of your time like you do your bank account

Keep a time-sheet to record how much time you spend on tasks. Even everyday/personal tasks. You’ll be surprised to see how much time you waste on certain things.

3. Don’t focus on your weaknesses, work on your strengths instead

4. Rank tasks by importance, not the order you received them

Every task does not hold the same weight of importance as others might. Always ask yourself: What needs to be done right away? Regularly rank your tasks, and get the vital ones out of the way.

5. Don’t bite off more than you can chew

The solution: break down big tasks into smaller, digestible tasks to create order and relieve some of the stress.

6. Smart people know when to delegate

7. Use your brain for thinking, not remembering

8. Review your productivity at the end of the day

At the end of your day, take the time to reflect what you have accomplished, and what could be improved.

Ask yourself these questions:

What have I done well?

What have I done poorly?

Why did some things not work out as planned?

How can I do better tomorrow?

9. Sometimes cutting tasks is better than adding them

10. Estimate time for your task

11. Stretch your creativity no matter what your job is

This could relate to tasks such as time management or production procedures. You need to exercise your creativity to make an already existing practice even better.

12. Know when to stop as tasks tend to devalue overtime

Example: When a business realizes that they are losing more and more money each month, they need to change their strategy.

13. Always assume that you don’t know as much as you may think you know

14. Identify your instant gratification and ditch it

15. Start with the big picture, work down to the details

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