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now playing: In The Kitchen
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》 Alexia Putellas x Reader (past) / Leah Williamson x Reader (platonic)
》 words count: ~900
》 deleted the playlist / but I still hear all your favorite melodies
“Can you change the song at least?”
Leah just ignores you, keeping tidying up your bedroom as if your clothes personally offended her. You can’t really be mad at the blonde, if not for her you could be even more miserable. And you’re already in a pretty shitty state if you have to say yourself.
But an intervention from your new captain and unplanned friend is unnecessary, you think.
Yes, sometimes you ignore calls from your closest friends. Yes, occasionally you hide in your still-kinda-bare but brand-new house. Yes, every now and again you lose yourself in your fucked up mind.
Why does she have one of Alexia’s favourite reggaeton songs in her cleaning playlist?
When the defender pulls up out of nowhere a hoodie that you tried to bury as soon as you moved in, you’re back on square one.
“You’re pathetic”
“You’re such a good friend, Williamson”
“I am, thank you so much and thank Keira for it”
You really should.
You’re quite sure Keira convinced her best friend to look after you. She’s one of the few among all your former teammates who’s actually trying not to look at you like you kicked a puppy with no remorse.
The puppy is Alexia.
The kicking is you asking for a transfer and basically disappearing.
You definitely should thank her.
“One may think in your hurry to leave you should have left behind your ex’ clothes”, the yellow number painfully standing out on the royal blue fabric.
“Drop it”
“The hoodie or the truth?”
You don’t answer, but you find the energy to move from your bed and rip the piece of clothes from her hand. You don’t even look at it when you abruptly throw it somewhere in your opened closet, too busy trying not to let the memories invade your tired mind.
Alexia’s warm embraces, strong arms around you and tender hands drawing mindlessly patterns.
Fuck it.
You can’t deal with it now.
You can’t deal with anything lately.
Apparently, leaving the room is not a great idea either, both Leah and the song are following you everywhere. Fuck the expensive audio system you convinced your brokenhearted self you needed too.
The music is getting louder, your head is beating even harder and your friend is too persistent.
You shut down the audio system entirely by ripping the main cord from its place and the defender flinches, stopping in the middle of your kitchen. She’s used to your mood swings, but she still doesn't know what to do when you're this touchy.
“Let’s cook something”, the captain proposes after a quiet moment.
“Don’t you have your own house with your own kitchen?”
“Yeah, but you can actually use it”
You take the excuse to distract and ground yourself, cooking is always able to help you to calm down and focus your mind on simpler tasks. Leah looks at you moving around your kitchen, somehow dancing without music but following a rhythm only you can hear.
For a while it’s almost like your real self is back, the version Keira described over the years but Leah meets just briefly when something sparks in your dark eyes. It happens sometimes, unexpectedly, other times she realises it was there seeing as the light dims.
Then you recognise you’re cooking Alexia’s comfort food and lose the grip on the knife.
You debate throwing it all in the trash.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Can I stop you?”
You place two portions and while Leah pretty much devours her own, yours remains untouched.
“Do you regret it?”
“Chew the damn food, Williamson”
“Take your pretty head out of your ugly ass”, she quipped back, mouth full.
You admire her. She’s forceful, devoted. She keeps her word. She promised her best friend to look after a broken soul she didn’t even know personally, and that she does. And now Leah genuinely cares about you, to the point of being brutally honest when you need to be called out.
“I don’t regret it”
“You’re miserable”
“Well said cap, thanks for the pep talk!”
The blonde takes the plate under your frown and starts eating it, no reason to let such a good meal go to waste. The two of you keep it quiet for the next hour, she cleans the dishes and tidies up the kitchen as a silent thank you for the shared launch.
In the middle of the afternoon, you let her back in your bedroom and don’t even protest too much when she insists on you at least folding your clothes.
She’s wasting her day off making sure you don’t sulk in your own misery, so you kind of have to come to the conclusion you should at least indulge her.
The hoodie pops up again and this time you allow yourself to feel it.
To feel her.
Alexia’ smell is well gone but a sudden memory overwhelms you.
An unnecessary long car ride to a secluded beach she insists on taking you to. Even if the unusual pale Barcelona sun is setting, even if she has rehab in the early morning the day after. The hoodie she’s wearing, the perfect fit with her open smile. You wrapped around royal blue on the return trip. It’s darker outside but your eyes are brighter. Her perfume lingers on the fabric.
Now you just hold onto ghosts.
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Sunday Morning Session
Awake and Arise O Ye Slumbering Nations
Conducting: Henry B Eyring (in a chair!!)
Come Ye Children of the Lord
Ronald A Rasband
Words matter – they are the bedrock of how we connect and represent our beliefs, morals etc.
First and foremost the Lords words matter
If a man love me he will keep my words
Believing and heading the word of God will draw us closer to Him – our ability to be like Him will increase
D&C 6:2,
The words of Prophets matter
The Prophet hears and speaks the words of the Lord
THINK CELESTIAL
Diligently ACT upon his words – because he is the voice of the Lord on the earth today
Our own words matter
In our emoji filled world, our words matter!
Be careful what you say and how you say it
Thank you, I am sorry, and I Love You
These are not to be saved for special occasions! Use them constantly and cheerfully
The Words of Christ will tell you all things that you should do!
Susan H Porter
Our Heavenly Father LOVES YOU. You are His child. He Knows You. He will Bless You.
Pray to know
What do you need to know?
Heavenly Father are you really there? And do you hear and answer every childs prayer?
“Wait. I’m not alone. I have Christ.”
Cute children ugh
Often the best question to ask is not why but what
Pray to grow
He wants to help us grow!
Sent Christ to help us live
What do you need to grow? Patience, kindness, etc
Skills and sttributes
Pray to show.
Nephis bow
Heavenly Father does not force anyone to make a choice
Are you praying for blessings for your family and those you love? Don’t give up.
Don’t Stop Praying – Matthew West?
I know He lives and loves you – Pray. He is there.
A Childs Prayer
Dale G. Renlund
Kayaking excursion story
“A large wave, this big”
Keep paddling, maintaining your momentum and you will be fine
If we maintain spiritual momentum by continuously going toward the Savior, then we are secure
Maintain your momentum: faith, repentance, baptism/covenants, gift of the Holy Ghost, endure to the end
Enduring to the end is repeatedly doing the other for over and over again
Building and improving with each repetition – drawing us closer to Jesus Christ each time
This momentum requires speed and direction – if we are continually rowing as hard as we can in the wrong direction, we will not make it where we need to go
Doing spiritual things needs to happen daily – just like it doesn’t work to binge food once a week on Sundays, it also doesn’t help us build spiritual momentum if we are only doing spiritual things once a week
We can always keep going, no matter how many times we’ve fallen; the important part is that we do not give up (circling back to the story - stopping for a rest is not giving up)
We must never stop failing, because the minute we do, we’ve failed.
Multiple covenants draw us closer to Christ and connect us more strongly to Him
The covenants are not in and of themselves the source of power – the source is our Savior Jesus Christ and the covenants are the conduit to that source
Comparing ourselves to others can lead to errors
Don’t judge others for struggling when you are struggling too
None of us earn salvation – we never can. ALL of us need all of the Saviors Infinite Atonement, not just part of it.
Our judgement is neither helpful nor welcome, and is most often ill informed.
Paul B Pieper
Trust exercises
It is not a relationship if one person trusts completely and the other does not
Trust is the foundation of all relationships
Use the precious gift of repentance liberally
Sometimes we just need to be willing to fall backward and let Him catch us
To build trust in the Lord: Learn about Heavenly Father, notice things He does for us, sometimes do crazy trust exercises
Sometimes the best way to trust God is just to trust Him
He is always stretching us to help us realize more of our divine potential – allow Him to give you more soul stretching experiences
Trust Him just a little bit more
If we ignore or decline an invitation our progress stops
We can choose to trust God today and every day going forward. Each time we do, God will be there to catch us and our relationship with Him will grow stronger and stronger.
Redeemer of Israel
Patrick Kearon
His plan is designed to bring you home, not to keep you out. No one has built a roadblock and stationed someone there to keep you away – instead God is relentlessly seeking you
Christ’s great atoning gift removes every roadblock that would separate us from our spiritual home
This life is the time to make mistakes, to learn and grow, to love God and our neighbor, and to return home
The intent of the Father’s plan of happiness is your happiness. The intent of the Father’s plan of redemption is your redemption. The intent of the Father’s plan of mercy is to extend mercy. The intent of the Father’s plan of salvation is your salvation
We still need to change and repent and turn towards Him
God always wants for us a radical reorientation
Transformative faith in Christ
None is excluded from this divine potential
He goes in search of His lost sheep until He finds you – He is not willing to leave any to perish. Infinite means infinite – covers you and those you love
If you are prone to worry that you will never measure up, then you misunderstand.
We do understand, can comprehend, the holy saving intent of His divine sacrifice.
His intent, His wish and His hope is all to heal you, all to give you peace, all to bring you and those you love home.
Brian K Taylor
Why do some receive their miracles quickly while others have to endure?
We don’t know (lovely)
We can choose to learn from our trials, but it is a choice
Trusting in God’s divine purpose brings hope to weary souls
My hands are not the hands that save – those hands belong to the Savior. – Remember the scars His hands bear on your behalf. Don’t look at your scars as a reminder of what you were unable to do.
Stronger faith comes by putting Jesus Christ first
John 16:33 “These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.”
Brighter hope comes by envisioning our eternal destiny
Greater power comes by focusing on Joy
“Christs joy eats our trials”
John 14:18 “I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you.”
His Eye is on the Sparrow
Dallin H. Oaks
The purpose of Temples and the history and role of covenants
Covenants are commitments
Wedding rings are to remind the wearers and others of the covenants made
See the end for the beginning and think Celestial
Temple is to help teach about the plan of salvation and introduce sacred covenants
Covenants do not take a day off!
All things are ours in exaltation
Being bound to Christ can give us strength
Lord, I Would Follow Thee
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I actually do a lot of research and am collecting what may one day be an entire bookshelf's worth of reference books, so I thought I'd share one. This is my pride and joy, at least as far as research goes:
To Live as Long as Heaven and Earth is a translation of the Shenxian Zhuan, a series of biographies of Daoist immortals by Ge Hong. The (extensive) introduction by Professor Campany also includes a lot of the translator's own research, drawing on various sources in order to provide a good overview of practices attributed to Daoists in common folklore. If you're interested in the Xianxia and Wuxia genres and their origins, I think this is an invaluable English-language text. Its focus is entirely on traditional beliefs, but through it you can see just how much of the modern fantasy genre in China is based entirely on traditional folklore.
The images of talismans, for example, are extremely familiar to any viewers of modern fantasy dramas or donghua. These look very similar to the talismans we see in the Modao Zushi donghua, don't they?
This is a really interesting little section describing levels of ascendance. It's a lot simpler than modern novels with their million stages of core formation, isn't it? (Though, to be fair, most novels I read are by authors who don't care to get into that level of detail and focus on characters and storytelling, thank goodness!) The 'tianxian' sound a bit like heavenly officials in more recent stories, don't they, whereas the dixian are regular immortal cultivators who still live on earth. The use of shijie (corpse simulacrums) meanwhile, seems to mainly be maintained as a means of faking one's death, not as a means of escaping the notice of the officials of the underworld!
The main paths of immortality outlined in Ge Hong's work are: internal cultivation, external cultivation (alchemy), the arts of the bedchamber, and diet. The first three are very familiar, but I've noticed that diet-based cultivation shows up much more rarely in modern stories. I can only immediately think of Ye Baiyi from Word of Honour, who begins to age again after descending from the mountains and imbibing mortal food once more.
One thing I found interesting is that most accounts of immortals flying either depict them doing so under their own power, or placing a talisman within a bamboo staff and flying on that (or sending some poor soul on a sudden trip across the country!). Flying swords seem to be a much more modern convention.
One thing that's really amusing to me is how much energy the author (Ge Hong, not the translator) dedicated to poking fun at Confucius and Confucianism. Even though the three major religions eventually became known as the Three Teachings and are in modern terms viewed as very harmonious and complementary, historically there was often a huge amount of religious tension. Confucians and Daoists bickered with each other a lot, and then Buddhists got into the fray as well as Buddhism became more and more popular in East Asia. While Buddhism was present in China in Ge Hong's time, it had yet to reach its later popularity; this is probably why Buddhism is barely mentioned in Ge Hong's writing. There are a few indirect references and borrowings from Buddhist tales, and Professor Campany posits that some were intentionally used in competition with Buddhism, while others may have been added by later compilers/transcribers of the text who were Buddhists themselves.
A lot of Cnovels depict this sort of religious tension (Thousand Autumns is a good example), and it's really interesting to see that in these translated historical texts. Even though there are plenty of texts I can't get access to and/or wouldn't be able to read in the original language, there is a huge amount of English-language and translated scholarship on Chinese history available. A lot of it is fascinating to read from a perspective of a fan of Chinese fantasy, since the genre draws so heavily on real history and folklore.
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Do you have any specific kenmac hcs?
I do! Thank you for the ask!
My most major one is how Kenshi sees Ermac. Since Ermac is an amalgamation of souls and Sento allows Kenshi to see souls, they don't look human to him.
Yes that drawing is the reason it took me so long to answer this ask 😅
Kenshi, when they were still getting to know each other, was under the impression that Ermac didn’t have a human body.
I imagine Kenshi found out when they were sparring and Ermac managed to pin him down and instead of what he was expecting, it was a very human body pressed against him. (Yes I know Ermac probably would’ve held him down with telekinesis, but let’s imagine this was a no powers spar)
Like he’s touched Ermac before, but that’s never expanded past brief touches. So he was confused to say the least.
Ermac being technically undead has a lower body temperature. They often seek out Kenshi to cuddle.
Kenshi can't read Ermac's thoughts. Well he can but he can't make sense of them because each soul within Ermac has their own voice. It sounds like thousands of echoed voices overlapping each other.
Ermac got Kenshi hooked on Edenian food.
Ermac refers to Sento as "The Sword of Many". Sento likes them :)
#I can't think of any more rn...#i hope you like them!#i love it when people send me asks 😫😫#kenmac#kenshi takahashi#ermac#mortal kombat#mortal kombat armageddon#mortal kombat deception#mortal kombat headcanons#my art#digital art#cfa art#mortal kombat fanart
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How ink sans acts when he meets someone they like/love
My requests are open!
💫Friend Faze💫
I can see ink meeting you when he saved you from you're au.
Error destroyed it and you where the only thing left.
Congratulations! You get to hang with him in the papervoid! (???? I can't remember what it is called, don't hate me 😭) since in every other universe, it already has a you.
That's where you're friendship started.
Ink being a chatter box and Extervert, he talks to and always dose something with you.
You learn to go with the flow with him
Even tho he dosent have a soul, you teach him and show him what each emotion feels and acts like. (Expect lust, slow down, you horny shits.)
(I know I'm changing this but it's my headcannon sooooo, shush.)
You wanting him to feel emotions, to give him a shard of you're soul.
He is so fucking happy. Even if he has trouble feeling emotions time to time.
💘Crush Faze💘
When he realized he had a crush on you, it was when you where teaching him what each emotion ment and felt.
He was co fused and thought he was sick and went to dream for help.
Dream told him that he was Twitterpaided (Bambi reference)
This dude would try so fucking hard to get you're attention. Like, he would give you his favorite drawings, take you to outertale to watch the stars, get things you like, etc.
Soon you figure out what was happening and you confronted him.
He emits that he has a crush, and you tell him you return his feelings.
Dude will be so flustered and shit, like he would take you to meet dream and talk to you for hours and you and dream will need to calm him down or sit him down.
💞Dating Faze💞
When you guys started to date, he would take you on dates almost every time he wasn't fighting error, nightmare, protecting AU, etc.
It got so much you had to sit him down and explain to him that dates shouldn't be a everyday thing and you are happy with just hanging out.
I can see this dude going to different AU's to get food from the papyrus's for dinner.
Most of the time it's spegettie but he tries to get diffrent foods, but let's be real. This dude can't cook, even if his life depends on it.
I can see ink being more protective but also being really chill about you wondering around the AU's.
Like, he trust you that you won't cheat, he will give you a phone he can track just incase you get abducted by error, nightmare, horror, Dust, etc.
He just wants you to be safe.
🚫NSFW Faze🚫
Ok, first things first, ink has no fucking idea what to do.
He has seen porn and seen it from other AU's so he sees what to do but dosent know what to do.
This is where you teach him the special emotion of Lust~
I can see you being dominant since he won't be into it.
He won't have any instincts since he is technically not fully done chracter.
Knots is a 50/50 for me so you decide.
He is packing a full 7inch.
His aftercare is good but needs practice.
He has some kinks but he tries not to act on them alot.
Kinks: bandage, anul, edging, biting, portal sex(????), puplic sex.
He isn't into scent making but I can see him giving you some of his clothes to make sure people see that you are taken
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𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑎 ⁍ 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓
a/n: we can all thank @caroldantops for this fic because one day they reminded me of 60s!Wanda eating a cookie at Dottie's PTA cult and my brain went to this
warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; all fluff tbh, there's quick mentions of R wanting to be a sneaky little shit later, but that's it; just... soft happy Wanda and a lot of kisses
words: 1.8k
summary: my soul to keep AU; When Wanda suggests an afternoon picnic lunch, you bring her your favorite cookies. Maybe her happiness makes you confess something you'd planned to keep a secret... it's all her fault.
my soul to keep series.
“What’s that?”
Wanda was peering over to the side of you, quick eyes having spotted your surprise for her before you could shield it again. You’d wrapped the plate of them under a cloth and packed them as gently as you could, but with all of your other food spread out on the blanket in front of the two of you, Wanda couldn’t help but notice you’d hidden something away.
The picnic was her idea, suggesting you take advantage of the nice day with a walk and a lunch outside. You’d agreed of course, unable to resist the idea of meeting up with her when she’d asked so nicely, and told Wanda you’d see her later with food fit for a proper afternoon out. You hadn’t mentioned that you’d stopped by your favorite bakery to pick up cookies you’d wanted to have her try for a long time.
“It’s a cookie, silly.” You picked one up to show it to her, watching her face light up at the intricate designs made with icing on the top. She reached out to grab it, but you pulled it away just in time. Yes, the cookies were for her, but you wanted to give them to her yourself. “Ah ah, did you finish your lunch?”
Wanda held up the cloth napkin that had held her sandwich, showing nothing but bread crumbs left over. She did have a tendency to skip over food for sweets you’d found; as soon as you’d caught on, you were quick to try to set her right. It certainly wasn’t easy, but with the proper motivations -such as cookies- you’d persuaded her many times. “I finished it ages ago! And what’s a picnic without a proper dessert?”
The accompanying puppy dog eyes weren't necessary, but it did sway you to ignore the baby carrots she was obviously trying to hide with her calf. “Come here,” As soon as you pat your lap, Wanda was clamoring over, settling a leg on the outside of each of your thighs and scooting up until she was mere inches from you. “Someone’s eager, the cookies aren’t going anywhere, Wands.”
“With my luck, you’d eat them before I could come over and these are the prettiest cookies I’ve ever seen! I think I’ve earned the right to be excited!” She reached for the sweet again, but you held it high above her grasp, taking a little too much joy in watching her slump down and pout. You thought of making a joke at her sadness, questioning if you’d ever keep her from something so close she could touch, but then you remembered what exactly you were keeping from her and thought better of opening that door today.
“Ask nicely and you’ll get it.” Anyone else you knew would easily overtake you to snatch the cookie from your hand; it wasn’t as if you had a tight grip on the thing, you just happened to be holding it up. But because Wanda actually settled and considered doing as you said… that’s why you’d even bothered with it.
Your after lunch treat was savoring how adorably obedient your angel could be.
“May I please have a cookie?” The request lingered in the air as you pretended to ponder, only cracking a smile when Wanda’s bottom lip started to quiver. Poor dear, you’d bought the cookies specifically for her and she could’ve taken them any time had she tried. “Pretty please?”
“Of course! Let me feed it to you? I don’t want you getting messy.” You fully expected her to draw a line there, insist she be handed the cookie, anything but give her shy nod of yes. Either she really would do anything for the treat currently or she didn’t mind the thought of you doing everything short of chewing for her— from what you’d seen of your behavior, you assumed it was a bit of both.
Wanda opened her mouth just enough for you to place the edge of the cookie on her lips and as she took her first bite, you shoved down the voice in your head reminding you to have your fingers there instead later on. Her eyes lit up as soon as the sweet taste of the icing hit her tongue and her happy wiggles as she swallowed left you wishing you’d somehow known to record the moment. “It’s good? You like it?”
“So good, do you have these all the time?” Truly Wanda had never tasted anything so delicious and she wondered if eating food from your realm was so sugary because it was considered sinful. For the first time, she couldn’t find it in her to be worried; nothing this good could rightfully be shunned as off-limits for anyone.
She stuck her tongue out for another piece, a request you granted readily if only to continue her little happy dance atop your lap. “The bakery is open regularly, yes, but I only get these on special occasions.”
Wanda nodded as you continued to feed her the cookie, taking a cursory glance at where the rest of the sweets lay and counting them quickly. There were at least four she could see, but she doubted you’d let her eat them all now. Maybe if she was smart enough, she could sneak an extra one before bed. “What’s the special occasion today?”
“Oh… well-” Lying crossed your mind briefly. She’d believe whatever you told her surely; you could easily say it was your birthday or some other day she’d never actually check up on. But as Wanda humbly chomped away at the bits of cookie you kept offering her, all you wanted to do was tell her why you’d really made your quick side quest. “I suppose the occasion is you.”
“Me?” That made Wanda stop, staring hard at the last remnants of her dessert and then to you. “Why me?”
There was no one else around, not a single soul besides Wanda to bear witness to how much softness you were about to expose. That’s the only reason you did it. “Because this picnic was your idea and I… think it was an idea as cute as you are. These are my favorite cookies in the whole world and I hoped sharing them would make you smile.”
The longer you talked, the quieter your voice went, losing your nerve as you watched wide green eyes process what you were saying. By the end you’d fully shrunk back against the tree behind you, trying to hide. Wanda was having none of it. “Awwwwww! You wanted to make me happy!”
“I always want you to be happy, I’m not a psychopath-”
“No no, but you’re trying to be nice to me!” Wanda surged forward, wrapping you in a hug tight enough you thought you’d choke. The small bit she pulled back didn’t help much because she was on you again in an instant, kissing your lips repeatedly until you too could taste baked goods on them. “You decided to be sweet today, you’re adorable. Thank you!”
You grumbled, but you didn’t try to push her away. If anyone asked you’d deny it and set them ablaze, but Wanda’s frenzied affection was always a favorite of yours. In the past few weeks, you’d been on the receiving end more often and strangely, instead of brushing her off, you found yourself wanting to bring it out of her more and more. Maybe it actually was impossible to resist an angel’s advances. “I am not adorable. And anyways, we’re talking about you so let’s just… focus on you.”
“I do appreciate the cookies, but I’m nothing special. You know that.” Wanda’s gentle head shake, her nervous chuckle to try to brush off any discussion turned towards her, that made you more irate than anything. She was gorgeous, anyone could see that, and even more so Wanda was just so good that it hurt.
Sweeter than any cookie or cake, Wanda Maximoff was the best being you’d ever set your sights on. You wanted her to know that, to feel how worthy of everything you thought she was. Thankfully, you were painfully stubborn and had all the time in the world.
“What a naive little girl you are,” Messy fingers cupped her cheeks after you gave her the last bite of the pastry, rubbing your thumbs slowly over her perfect skin as she chewed hesitantly. “You are perfect and precious and oh so irresistibly cute.” As Wanda swallowed, you gave her cheeks a bit of a squish, nothing too hard but enough to purse her lips enough for you to quickly kiss. “Most importantly, you’re mine. That means if I say we’re having a day for you, I mean it.”
The last statement shone a glimmer through Wanda’s eyes, perking up with the idea of being yours. Nothing bad would ever happen to her if you allowed her to stay by your side and, contrary to all she’d been taught, she liked wherever you were miles more than home. You must’ve caught on to her excitement because Wanda watched your gentle smile stretch into a grin; she knew that look as you being up to something, but she could never figure out what.
“You like being mine, sweetheart? Does that make you happy?” Wanda nodded her confirmation quickly, the soft glow on her features reassuring her actions. “Good because you’re all mine to hold and squeeze, and give cookies to whenever I’d like.” The brunette easily let you continue squishing her face, giggling each time you booped her nose with your fingertip. “My darling girl.”
“Only if I can stay yours forever…” Commitment was not your strong suit, not in the slightest. There was a reason why you never had a long-term partner and it was by design. Keeping everything surface level was historically better all around for you, but you had a hard time denying that hopeful face in front of you anything. “And if I can have that juice?”
Even that. You’d deal with her hyperactivity later, for now, why not? “Of course, baby doll.” Raising the cup to her lips like you had with the cookie, you pulled it away before the liquid could overflow and chuckled at the faint line of purple now on her cupid’s bow. “I’ve tried my best and somehow you still ended up messy. What am I going to do with you?”
Wanda sat still as you wiped stray crumbs and juice from the corners of her mouth, watching how focused you’d become in cleaning her off. And you wanted to insist that you weren’t adorable… Wanda didn’t believe it for a second. “Keep me forever? You promised!”
“I never promised.” Somehow her white dress had survived all courses of lunch, but with the way Wanda was staring down the remainder of purple liquid in your cup, you were a bit concerned it wouldn’t be so lucky for much longer. Maybe you really had signed up to take care of her for eternity. “Come on, let’s get you home. If you help me pack up, I’ll give you another cookie.”
#my soul to keep au#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff x fem!reader#wanda maximoff x female reader#wanda maximoff x you#wanda maximoff fluff#wanda maximoff fic#wanda maximoff imagine#wanda maximoff#marvel imagine#motts writes dark fic.#motts writes.#doesntseemfxir#maximotts
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Hey, hey sunshine, considering how many cute sketches with a Medic you draw for people
Can I ask a question to a Medic from your headcannons?
Mr. Medic, what was the first reaction of Heavy to your autism? Did he notice sensory overload or other signs of autism not characteristic of neurotypical people? (may the author forgive me for such stupid questions ":D)
from very near the beginning most of the mercs would know something is a bit different about him, it would be fairly obvious if youre paying enough attention. medic wouldnt really mask very much (if at all) so other people would pick up on something eventually.
the rest under the cut because. this got a bit longer than intended ^^;
when medic makes eye contact its either all or nothing, hes either staring into your soul the whole time or he isnt looking at your face at all. hes more than happy to talk for hours on end about what he wants to talk about and doesnt really notice that he hasnt given the other person a chance to speak for the past 40 minutes. he doesnt really hide his stims (with a few exceptions) so it wouldnt be uncommon to see him rocking in his seat even if only a little or wringing his hands or waving them around when hes excited or anything like that. hes openly very picky about certain foods and drinks. ive already mentioned him having very low empathy. he tends to already be fairly quick to annoyance and anger but nothing pushes him over the edge like hearing sounds out in the common areas of the base while hes trying to sleep or focus on something and hes gotten into more than one argument trying to get whichever merc is out there being loud to be quiet. etc etc etc i could go on.
but at first even though a lot of this would be noticed by the other mercs many of them would just assume its because hes a little weird and eccentric or something, but eventually each of them would probably get their chance to learn more about it or possibly be forced to learn about it if the situation called for it.
now to finally get to heavy xD
he would have noticed many of these traits and like some of the others just brushed it off as medic being a bit weird at first, but i think hed get his first realization moment the first time that medic has a shutdown in front of him (hed have meltdowns too but hed be more prone to shutdown. it does depend on the situation though). maybe they had a really tough battle that day, medic maybe loses a glove and gets some clothes ripped or something, everyones dying everyones getting hurt even more and worse than usual, its completely awful the entire time and medic starts getting sensory overload but has to keep going until they finish the battle obviously. anyway maybe they actually manage to pull off the win somehow and when heavy goes to congratulate medic, hes unresponsive. not completely unresponsive but hes walking around avoiding touching or even standing too close to everything and everyone, he hasnt said a single word since the battle ended (and come to think of it, he had been talking less and less as the battle progressed), any of his usual over the top expressiveness is completely gone. heavy tries to figure out whats wrong but all his questions are met with a blank stare and medic more or less trying to get away from him. so heavy is thinking this is awful,, something broke doktor,, but, look, heavy is a smart man ok?
hed figure out that medic clearly isnt in the mood for talking so hed instead try short yes and no questions in his usual quiet and caring way. are you injured? are you angry with someone? do you want to be alone? can i help? and medic maybe answers with a small head shake or a little hum of affirmation, which takes a lot of energy and he wants nothing more than to collapse right there on the floor, but if it means heavy will be able to understand whats going on and it will get him the best outcome as fast as possible then he tries his best. heavy doesnt really know exactly whats going on but he works out that the poor guy just needs to be alone for a while so he helps escort him to his room or the infirmary or wherever he leads and helps keep everyone else away from him. once they get there heavy stands outside and waits because he realizes that anyone coming in there to bother medic is definitely one of the worst things that could happen at that moment, and he does it without asking.
it would take several hours because it takes medic about an hour of sitting in a quiet corner to even recover enough to clean himself up from the battle, and after that he collapses on any flat surface he can find that isnt the floor to take a nap, and once he wakes up from that he spends a bit of time quietly interacting with his birds or organizing some medical equipment before finally he goes to find heavy and is pleasantly surprised to find him essentially guarding the door. at that point he answers any of heavys questions, explains autism to him as best as he can and in detail, lists exactly what caused the problem that day, exactly what some of his traits are, explains exactly what to do if something like this happens again in the future. etc. so after that heavy would connect the dots between this and some of medics other traits and would have a better understanding of it and do everything he can to support medic if needed and umm yeah :]!!!!
#autism#tf2#tf2 medic#tf2 heavy#thank you for this ask!!!!#i love talking about this so so so so much thank you for asking me this#no art just because i have some other things i have to work on#and if i drew a reply to every ask id be here all day#but yippee ^^!! this was fun for me thanks#replies from the void#the doc is in
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OC Mannerisms
Doing @the-raging-tempest’s OC mannerisms meme for Siavash! Thanks Dolly, great idea 💕 Template here
Art by @iwoszareba for that look
- NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES >> Taldane, basic Kelish, a little Elven
- TONE OF VOICE >> average / tenor
- ACCENT >> Andoren
At first when I created him I heard a slight BBC English accent in my head, but now it tends more toward a mild, West Coast-type American accent with softer “r” sounds. In international schools where I live there’s this universal international school kid accent you could easily mistake for American – that’s the one.
(Andoren has a revolutionary war US vibe but its geography is like Provence, and Almas in particular is highly cosmopolitan, so this feels fitting.)
- DEMEANOR >> confident, friendly and approachable
- POSTURE >> relaxed
HABITS
Touchy-feely – puts a hand on your arm or leans his shoulder against yours while you talk. (He’s good at picking up signals so he won’t do that to people who are uncomfortable with it.)
Lots of eye contact. He’s searching for what’s good in your soul. And has the confidence to meet your gaze and draw you in.
COMPLEXITY (Fill in the circles as you wish)
- VOCABULARY >> ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚫️⚪️
Siavash was a C student but he has a degree in International Relations and is a trained diplomat.
- EMOTION >> ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚪️⚫️
Sia is very emotive but also capable of disguising it when he wants to. Paradoxically part of his high cha score is his sincerity, and the other part is his willingness to manipulate people.
Siavash raised an eyebrow. There was that conspiratorial gleam again. “I wouldn’t call it that. I don’t manipulate people. I just get them to reconsider what’s in their best interest.”
“Ha! Just like me. I don’t steal; I just encourage people to help all the poor, helpless tieflings of the world. Starting with me.”
- SENTENCE STRUCTURE >> ⚪️⚪️⚪️⚫️⚪
Again he’s educated enough to have good grammar and to employ it when making heroic speeches or writing letters, but his relaxed style of speaking is very informal.
Woljif asks him what he does with his money:
“Spend it,” Siavash said with a carefree smile. “Wine, good food, nice clothes, new guitar strings. More oranges, if I’m lucky. Don’t need much more than that and the wind at my back.”
PROFANITY
- FREQUENCY >> ⚪️⚫️⚪️⚪️⚪️
Not often but when he says it he means it.
Woljif laughed softly. “I think we’re compatible, chief.”
“Compatible? We’re fucking amazing together.”
- CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity) >> ⚪️⚪️⚫️⚪️⚪️
Here’s where my own limitations are the problem. He’s my funny creative character. He works in the funny creative factory.
BOLD THAT APPLY
arse / ass / asshole / bastard / bitch / bloody / bugger / bollocks / chicken shit / crap / cunt / dick / frick / fuck / horseshit / motherfucker / piss / prick / pussy / screw / shit / shitass / son of a bitch / twat / wanker
THIS OR THAT
straightforward or cryptic?
finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind?
masculinity, neutrality, or femininity?
formalities or with abrasiveness?
praise or equivocation? Yes
frankness or flattery? Yes
excessive or minimal hand gestures? Handsy
name-calling or magnanimity?
friendly or blunt
IMPORTANT QUESTIONS
- DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER?
Never – as a bard Siavash can modulate his voice effectively.
- DOES YOUR CHARACTER’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK?
Frequently; he's a good communicator
- WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS?
Almost always
- WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS?
Rarely
- WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE ‘WHOM’ IN A SENTENCE?
Yes - he does have pretty good grammar and can pass it off naturally
- YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE?
but / though / although / however / perhaps / maybe
- HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS?
He doesn’t / gets distracted by something else
- WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK?
Middle
- IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS?
A friendly, inviting tone; smooth with people even if he has something unpleasant to communicate; infectious laugh
ANYTHING ELSE THAT WASN’T TOUCHED ON?
Siavash is a Persian name meaning “he who rides a dark horse.” There’s a Prince Siavash in the Shahnameh.
The pronunciation is more like two syllables than three: sya-vash, not see-ah-vash. Accent on both syllables. Thus the short form Sia is one syllable: sya.
(In the real Persian pronunciation it’s see-ah-VASH but the ee-ah sounds kind of bleed together to sound like one syllable.)
Tagging no pressure @dmagedgoods, @arendaes, @undyingembers, @silversiren1101, @spyridonya
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When Draco was small, he had a beautiful little terrarium that reflected whatever the weather was meant to be outside. It held the perfect summer, spring, autumn, and winter day on display every day depending on the season.
His mother used to tell him that he could make every day perfect, if he worked hard enough at it. He could have every day go according to plan if he did the work to put everything in order, if he orchestrated things just so, if he kept his emotions in check and kept himself composed.
And while this had proven not to be true fairly often, especially in the times of living under a megalomaniac, Draco found that in adulthood, there were often events that he could make go just right with the right amount of work and a good attitude.
Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be the case for the party that Draco was hosting for the Hogwarts teachers this evening. The food had been all wrong, the band had gotten trapped in a snowstorm and hadn't been able to make it, half of the teachers had forgotten their secret santa gift, the ice sculpture had melted and flooded the nearby dessert trays, and Trelawney had set her hair on fire near a candelabra making the entire room smell like singed hair.
He smiled, in spite of the way he wanted to scream at everyone to just get their shit together so they could have a nice party, and made a hasty retreat to the hallway where he slipped into a nearby alcove. Pressing his head to the cool stone of the castle wall, Draco just took several deep breaths, blowing out the anxiety and the sadness that felt borderline oppressive with each one. "You'd okay," he whispered to himself, "this is okay."
"Hey," came a soft, well-loved voice behind him and tears prickled at the back of his eyes.
He sniffled and quickly stood up, pasting on a bright smile and trying to force it to reach his eyes. "Hi," he replied.
"Hey," he said again, stepping closer and tipping his head down so he could look him in the eyes.
Draco turned his head away, "Don't."
"Don't what? Look at you?"
He huffed, "Don't look at me," he replied. "Like you're seeing through me, like you're looking at my soul."
"Then don't try to mask with me," Harry replied easily. "Tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing." He straightened his shoulders and pressed down the sad, "Nothing is wrong."
"Draco," Harry murmured, hands clasping his hips, thumbs rubbing slowly along his hipbones. "You don't have to lie to me," he murmured, leaning in and pressing his mouth and nose to Draco's neck. "I want to hear what you have to say."
"Kiss me," he murmured, turning his head, angling it down to catch Harry's lips.
Harry hummed and pressed a kiss to his neck before drawing back, "Will that help?"
He nodded, because it would help to have Harry's lips on his, to have the easy assurance that Harry didn't love him for the things that he could do, for how well he organized events, for how capable he was. "Yes," he breathed.
The other man hummed and leaned in, lightly touching his lips to Draco's, like he was something soft, something delicate. Like he was fragile and in need of great tenderness.
And Draco's heart shattered in his chest, his fingers clenching in the fabric at the shoulders of Harry's dress robes.
"I love you," Harry murmured in between those soft, sweet kisses. "You're amazing," he added. "So good, love," he whispered against Draco's mouth, "You're so good."
The hot tears he'd been holding at bay slipped out and Harry's arms wrapped around his back, drawing him closer, "You're so good," he repeated.
"I couldn't-" he managed, voice shuddering, "and everything's-" he shook his head, pulling back far enough so he could press his forehead to Harry's shoulder. "This party is a disaster."
Harry hummed, hands stroking idly up and down his spine, "Can I tell you what I see when I look at that party?"
"I suppose," he replied.
Harry's breath huffed against his ear in a soft laugh before he said, "I see a lot of teachers who have had a very exhausting semester."
He groaned, "I know and I was supposed to make a beautiful party for them-"
"I'm not done," Harry interrupted softly. "I see teachers who are pretty much at the end of their ropes, desperately in need of a break, who are absolutely fucking delighted to be at an event that they didn't have to plan. To be somewhere that they don't have to be in charge of a single thing, that they don't have to lift a finger for. And they're happy, Draco," he added, "They're happy to have the opportunity to spend time talking and unwinding together. The only thing that they needed for this party was alcohol and one another."
"Great," he huffed, feeling like he'd gone through an awful lot of work for no one to even care.
"I'm not done," Harry chided gently. "It means everything to them that you've gone through so much extra effort to make the party special. Hagrid feels really bad about messing up the spell that was keeping the ice sculpture from melting, and the house elves are beside themselves for not having the right food, and the teachers that forgot their gifts were conjuring and transfiguring impossibly difficult things to gift their recipient, and even Trelawney feels badly about making the whole room smell horrible." He shook his head, "They're all so grateful that you went to all this trouble that they don't want you to be disappointed with the outcome. You're all just worried about disappointing each other."
He tilted his head and looked at him, "Do you think so?"
"I do," Harry affirmed simply, honestly.
He sighed, "Alright. Thanks."
"My pleasure, sweetheart," he said, pressing a kiss to the tip of Draco's nose.
"It's hard when things don't go right," he said, leaning against Harry for a moment longer.
"I know," he replied. "But they see your heart, your intentions matter more than anything else." He shrugged, "Besides, nothing that's gone wrong is your fault."
"Feels like it's my fault," he grumbled, snuggling deeper into Harry's arms, pretty sure he'd rather stay there than do anything else tonight.
"That's because your parents where shitheads," Harry replied easily.
It startled a laugh out of Draco, "Thanks for loving me."
"My absolute delight," Harry replied, kissing the top of Draco's head before pulling back. "Ready to go back? I think Flitwick was getting ready to play some carols to sing along to. And I'm pretty sure that the house elves were about to bring up more desserts."
"You'll stay with me?" he asked, letting his fingers lace through Harry's as they started back toward the door.
"Always."
#drarry#fluff#25 days of christmas#25 days of drarry#25 days of draco and harry#soft#hogwarts professors#gentle#tenderness#established relationship#Harry's a good boyfriend#perfectionist draco#love#we're very behind on these but we'll see how we do in the next few days.#I do love Christmas fics
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The bidders at my cookie shop
(i work at a cookie shop soooo😋)
Eisuke
he normally wouldn’t stand in line at a little cookie shop in the mall for a sub pare chocolate chip cookie but the cashier caught his eye (mc obv)
he is one of the only customers who doesn’t complain about the high prices bc he big balling
he first just wanted a chocolate chip cookie maybe a coffee too
but mc persuaded him to do the daily deal of buy 6 get one free
(an obv scam but she can bat her eyes at anyone and make them spend every penny there)
and Eisuke wasn’t any different, he actually bought one of everything
which had mc’s mouth on the floor
(she was honestly pissy bc there was a line forming behind him)
he would overly compliment mc which would have her rolling her eyes
she would try to walk to the back when she saw him coming but he would wait for her to come back up for his order to be taken
after times and times of trying to give her his number she finally takes it
eisuke’s fave cookies: koko creme + the chocolate chip
and ofc he loves mc’s coffee, literally creams for it
Baba
he would be a usual there
he also works in the mall
he works in the little magick shop all the way on the other side of the mall
but the walk is worth it to see the cute cookie shop cashier
(and he doesn’t mind walking, he got those long legs for a reason)
he knows mc by name and ALWAYS asks how mc is before ordering his cookies
he is very charming and subtly flirts to make sure she isn’t uncomfortable
he would always get a red velvet and a cheesecake brownie
(mc literally knows his order by heart he gets the same thing every time, bless his soul)
he usually asks when her break is and if she wants to head down to the food court during it
(she always says yes)
he always tries to pay for mc’s food (and he usually does if mc isn’t looking)
if mc is closing he walks the long way out the mall so he can say goodnight to her
Soryu
man isn’t a cookie person but inui dragged him here
he isn’t even a mall person but once again inui heard about the puppies in the mall and had to go, little did they know a quaint little cookie shop was by it
ofc they stopped when inui saw the spiderman cookie, which he had to get
Soryu ended up getting something like a double fudge brownie or a smores bar
he hits it off well with mc surprisingly, since he wasn’t much into small talk she did to mind taking his order
(other than his deathly stare that sorta scared her)
he really enjoyed the brownies and actually came back without inui
which had mc on edge since soryu didn’t have his little puppy dog beside him
he actually came later in the day so mc gave him some free chocolate chip which weirdly had him blushing
he devoured them, when inui tried to touch them he whipped out his gun
every time he goes back there he gets softer and softer for her
and develops an addiction to the double fudge brownies
Ota
he has a little art kiosk in the mall, he usually sells his art and sometimes draws people he see’s
his little kiosk was right by the cookie shop so he would stare all day at the cookie shop worker
he would watch her hair start to get messy and her take a breather after the long line of customers
he would draw her the most, her puppy dog eyes reminded him of his little dog koro
he would go up there everyday grabbing a yellow mellow and a large decorated cookie
he would usually pick the quirkiest one like the pumpkin with sunglasses
(even though its the middle of august)
and then two m&m cookies bc the splash of color reminds him of his water paintings
he would joke around with mc a lot
even across the mall from his kiosk
if mc had a loud customer he would look over at her with a concerned face
(he actually came up and put a guy in his place for yelling at her)
(he’s weirdly intimidating)
he put some drawings up of mc in his shop but she low-key never noticed
until he brought her one of his drawings of her
(she literally gave him like free cookies for a week bc of it)
Mamo
he isn’t a mall man it’s too much of a pain for him
but one day at the office some one brought in cookies and he was hooked ever since
he would go straight to the mall for the cookies every single day after work
he would usually get the monthly cookie, especially in august its his fave
the blueberry crumble✨
other than that he would get the peanut butter swirl or the sprinkles
he would die for the buttercream
he was usually grumpy so mc would draw little doodles on his coffee cup
(when she stopped he actually said something about it)
he would always try to request the ones straight out the oven, which mc caved multiple times and gave him piping hot ones
(which he burned himself on but played it off)
(now mc is super careful while handing him his cookies and even tosses a joke here and there about it)
he actually is the one that tips mc the best, like he always tips her every single time
(he tried to ask if they sold edibles before, mc was thinking about sneaking something special in her new batch)
Hikaru
he knows mc already and goes there everyday to make her life hell
(he obviously wants to eat her out)
he takes forever to order things even though mc always knows what he wants
but he continues to give her a hard time EVERYTIME
his order is always a watermelon cookie pizza and a peanut butter blossom with a dr pepper
but he likes the extra time he takes to talk to mc
he orders cookie cakes often and puts them under dumbass names like “ben dover” or “Anita dic”
mc once persuaded him to get the raspberry cream cookie and he was not in love with it
it was too “tart” for him
(which mc knew but wanted him to waste 5 dollars)
hikaru is one of those customers to bring up the price of the cookies everytime
“why is this shit 2.36 is there dope in it?”
“what dope are you smoking that is 2.36”
“not good shit”
in the end he is low-key obsessed w the cookies and HIGH-KEY obsessed with mc
Shuichi
after the plant shop he would always stop at the cookie place
usually as shu tho never shuichi
when she does see shuichi she thinks its so funny he has the same order as shu since there so different
chocolate chip pecan, a german chocolate brownie and a black coffee
shu always jokes with mc and usually flirts it up with her
(she really enjoys seeing shu he’s actually lowkey her favorite customer)
unlike shuichi which is her least fave, since how brass he is
he never acknowledges her as a person as shuichi but shu greets her very kindly everytime
every visit he takes, shu and shuichi slowly mold together
one day shuichi brings her a little succulent and thats when she puts two and two together
she gets really embarrassed and has a breakdown in the back
(but now she thinks he’s bipolar or has multiple personalities) (which is totally fine on a real note)
Rhion
very sweet boy and very soft spoken
mc can barely hear him over all the mall noise
his face is always red when he orders he can barely look at mc
but when he does look at mc, he stares
he works in the costume shop and sometimes wears masks to scare her if she doesnt see him coming
(she lowkey thinks he’s weird asf but he’s very kind and cute so she’s fine with him)
his order is a carrot cake cookie and a snicker doodle, he always gets stuff for his coworkers too bc he’s a sweetheart
he tries to give mc free costumes, really wanted her to be Alice for his mad hatter for the last three years in a row
she finally said yes
some days when he would come up to her in his mad hatter get up he would have more courage to talk to her
but she made sure he knew that he could talk to her either way and she would enjoy him
Luke
he would get the gluten free sprinkles
since this man on a PILL DIET LIKE BFFR
but eisuke brought him here and made him get a cookie and not only a coffee
so he went for the overly priced gluten free cookies
and stared at mc’s chest the whole time
he says its not creepy and he’s just admiring her bone structure
(which she still finds very creepy)
luke started to come on his own bc his new pill started being the gluten free sprinkle cookies
he would ask mc to be his model to study her bone structure (ngl she had her boss come out and serve him a couple of times bc she was a little uncomfy)
but one day he was actually the exact opposite, almost came in like he was lifeless which freaked her out a bit
(mf was malnourished asf)
mc literally hand fed him the cookies to make sure he ate
(mf was literally just buying cookies to let them stack up at his house)
MC
girl tries her best to love her job
her favorite thing to do is ice the cookies while she hates to restock
she is a closer who workers many hours and usually spends the whole day at the shop
she literally runs the place lets be for real
her favorite would be the underrated koko swirl and oatmeal rasin
she would take long breaks with baba in the food court bc she deserved it after working opening to closing
she lowkey hates when baba pays for her so everytime she goes to the magick shop she tips extra so it feels like she’s paying him back
she always doodles a cat on her cup when she gets a drink, its her little thing so everyone knows the cup is hers
she gets along the best with her coworkers and honestly gets the best tips
she does have like 9 men fiening over her
which i mean she never really minds bc it helps with the tips
ota and rhion always try to give her cookie designs, which she usually listens too bc their gods with their hands
one time she took mamo in the back of her shop and smoked weed with him
she pretends to hate eisuke but she legit thinks he’s the biggest man candy in the world
#kbtbb#kbtbb eisuke#kbtbb luke#kbtbb mamoru#kbtbb mc#kissed by the baddest bidder#soryu oh#ota kisaki#kissed by the baddest bidder eisuke#eisuke ichinomiya#kbtbb soryu#kbtbb headcanon#kbtbb baba#kbtbb fanfic#kbtbb fics#kbtbb smut#kbtbb ota
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Ethically Sourced
CEO Scar Goodtimes gets kidnapped by an eco-terrorist (Grian, who else?) seeking to land a blow against Big Nether. But there may be more at work here than first meets the eye...
Content warnings: kidnapping but done light-heartedly, excessive amounts of lava, allusions to capitalism and its effects upon the environment, vexes as demon equivalents >:)
This can also be found on AO3.
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ETHICALLY SOURCED
The room is large, a huge hall made of dark blocks. Nicely textured, actually: blackstone and basalt and deepslate, some others mixed in there that Scar can’t identify from this distance. The floor is entirely lava, of course, and Scar is standing in a cage suspended above it, held up by huge chains. It’s all very… fantasy-villain-esque. The builder in Scar is impressed.
In front of him his kidnapper stands, a dramatically thin tower rising from the sea of lava below providing him a platform. It’s even got dripstone detailing on it. Now that’s dedication to an aesthetic.
Scar takes off his burgundy jacket and ties it around his waist. It’s hot in here, his human flesh disliking the heat and making it feel like it wants to melt right off of him.
“You know,” Scar says, conversationally, “for a guy who just spent the last few minutes ranting about how the proliferation of lava is causing immense negative effects on the Nether’s eco-system, you sure do seem to be using a lot of lava in this, ah, villain's lair execution room.”
“This lava,” his kidnapper snaps back, “is ethically sourced!”
Scar blinks. “From where?” he asks. He glances down again at the lava below; the amount of it is truly impressive, especially for an Overworld build.
“From a lava farm,” his kidnapper grits out. “You know, dripstone and cauldrons? It’s part of a preservation programme for striders – the lava from the farms is sold to players to stop them from taking from strider habitats. The excess is used to help replenish the dearth and restore the habitats from where they’ve been left barren and empty.”
“I’ve never heard of them,” Scar says, honestly. It's good news, though.
His kidnapper scoffs. “I wonder why,” he says, sarcastically. “It’s not at all like there’s a silencing campaign around because ethical farms aren’t in the interests of Big Nether companies. You know,” the man spears Scar with a sharp look, “like the one you work for? As a CEO?”
“Ah, yes,” Scar says, lightly, “that.”
Well, at least he has a motive to assign his kidnapper: eco-terrorism. How delightful! Scar likes his job – or, more accurately, he likes the money his job gives him – but…
Scar grins at his kidnapper, exposing his sharp teeth. He runs his tongue along them, drawing attention, and he watches as his kidnapper’s wings fluff up in an instinctual defensive display. Parrots aren’t exactly a predator in the food chain, not like how vexes are.
His kidnapper’s eyes narrow, his face pulling into a frown. He leans forward, sharp eyes inspecting, but isn’t stupid enough to actually get closer. “… A deal?” he asks, slowly, changing gears.
Scar nods. “Standard, you know,” he says, brimming suddenly with pride. “Ten years of high, high profits – and then their souls are mine. The whole board, that is.” His face splits far too much for most Overworld natives to be comfortable with, not that Scar cares.
“Huh,” his kidnapper says. He tilts his head, shuffles his wings, and then laughs. “Wait – all of them? How far into the deal are you?”
“Seven years,” Scar tells him. “And yeah, all of them. That’s far too good to pass up, I’m sure you understand.”
The man raises his hand to his mouth to muffle his giggles, sudden camaraderie springing forth between them. “So I take it their souls are bound for the sands, then?”
Scar nods. “All the pain they’ve caused? When trapped in the sands their souls will regenerate all of what they’ve destroyed and more. Big Nether isn’t going to be around in a couple of decades, I can promise you that, good sir. But…” Scar smiles, more gentle this time. “All of the effort players like you are putting in is appreciated, too.”
“Thanks,” his kidnapper answers, grimacing and looking frustrated, “we try. I – we really do try. I’m sorry that it isn’t always enough.”
Scar shrugs. “Trying and failing is better than not trying at all,” he assures. “Now, er… could I please get out of this cage? I have paperwork to do, emails to answer, coffee to drink, souls to darken in preparation for reaping, all that good stuff.” Curled inside a human skin like this, he can’t phase through the bars without compromising the homunculus – and he’d really rather avoid having to make a new one. Those things are fiddly.
His kidnapper nods. “One sec,” he says, spreading his wings and swooping off to an opening in one of the walls, landing in the room there and pulling a lever. The lava sea is covered with the sound of clunking pistons. Another lever lowers the cage holding Scar to the newly-created ground.
His kidnapper comes back, keys in hand, and unlocks the cage. “Sorry for the misunderstanding,” he says.
Scar beams. “No harm, no foul,” he replies, stepping out of the cage. “Though I have just one question – two, actually. Two questions.”
“… Go on,” his kidnapper says.
“What’s your name?” Scar asks. He crosses his heart with his index finger, nail scratching lightly at his silk shirt. “I’ll keep silent as a grave about it, promise on my demonic heart.”
His kidnapper hesitates a moment. “Grian,” he answers, finally, and Scar’s tastes the vibrancy of the name on his tongue, sunbeams and gunpowder, sweet and tangy.
“Grian,” Scar repeats, just for that taste again. “And, dearest eco-terrorist extraordinaire Grian… what is your number?”
Grian looks startled. “My number?” he asks.
“Oh, you know, for important reasons,” Scar assures. “Conspiracies, cahoots, coffee dates.” He pulls out his phone and waggles it in the air, hoping that Grian will ignore the cracks in the screen and write them off as Scar being supernaturally strong or something, rather than Scar just being supernaturally clumsy with a tendency to drop his phone down staircases. “What do you say?”
Grian stares at him a moment, assessing, before he answers. “I’m always down for cahoots,” he says, a teasing smile starting to form, “but the coffee date had better be amazing if you want a second.”
“It will be,” Scar says, jubilant. Oh, he can’t wait to see this player again! His soul is so bright and ferocious, his name so delectable – Grian, Scar knows, will be such a fantastic companion. Vexes dream of linking themselves to a soul like Grian’s – and that may be getting a bit ahead of himself, but Scar sees clearly the destination he desires. The only question now is the path that will get him there. “Don’t you worry, Grian, it will be.”
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Risk It All (29) - Point Of No Return
Genre: chishiya x f!Reader | angst | eventual smut
Warning: mentions of shooting and death
A/N: theres around 15-20 chapters left (ive wrote 11 of them)
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You all reentered the house as the blimp disappeared further into the city, the light atmosphere gone and replaced with something a little more solemn.
“We should get ready.” An sighs, rubbing Kuina's arms.
You could tell it was hard for the both of them, of course it was. It was no longer the worry of surviving in a game but ensuring those that you love survived too. You had experienced that before with Chishiya, albeit you hadn’t been in many games together but the ones you had are by far the ones you found to be the hardest.
Facing death was terrifying but facing death for yourself and those you love?
It was crippling, a torturous experience that no one should ever go through.
“I’ll go and shower, get all this off.” She gestures to her face, leaving the room quietly without looking at you.
An waits until the water starts to talk to you. “She feels bad for leaving you here alone.”
“I’ll be fine.” You reassure her, that wasn’t important right now. Yes, you would worry but realistically they were the ones about to be in a dire situation. “How are you feeling about joining another game?”
She shakes her head, focusing her attention on cleaning up the makeup. “I don’t think about it, I just do what I have to do and hope to make it out of the other side. I think logically so I know allowing myself to grow overly emotional is going to prevent me being able to be who I need to be to walk out of that game unscathed.”
You marvelled at her strength. “And what about Kuina? Do you think she will be okay?”
“I think that I’ll make sure she is okay.” An doesn’t sound mean but you can tell she’s serious. “I’m very grateful for the sanctuary you have given us here.”
“You’re always welcome here, I hope you come back after the game ends.” You smile sadly. “It will be too quiet without you both.”
“We will be back.” Even if you don’t believe it you can tell from her tone that she does and that’s a hope you won’t take away from her.
“I know you will. I think you should go and check on her.” You can tell from the way An looks back at the bathroom door that she wants to.
“Are you sure?” She worries. “You’ll be okay to clean this up?”
You make a noise of affirmation. “I will, I’ll pack a bag for you with everything you’ll need.”
“You’re a godsend.” She squeezes your shoulder before slipping past you, quickly disappearing into the room Kuina was preparing in.
You busied yourself with cleanup duty, wanting everything to be perfect for whenever they came back and had the chance to give each other makeovers once again. Your sister's necklace weighed around your neck as a heavy reminder of what it was like to lose family but in a way it was comforting, you were sure that she would be protecting you from wherever her soul may be.
You couldn’t help but wonder what she would think about the strange bonds you’d formed with those you’d fought for life besides, knowing her she would applaud you for being able to find the best in even the worst of times. You felt warm inside at the thought she would be proud of you.
At least you hoped she would be.
Despite the lack of clocks you’d gotten good at guesstimating the time, even if the days did pass by differently here you were sure night was drawing in.
You silently packed an old rucksack you’d found, filling it with medical supplies and food, some extra clothing and a flick knife that Chishiya had stashed away in a draw. You’d given them all you could whilst ensuring there would be enough for everyone once they returned.
“Hey,” Kuina mumbled from the doorway. “Sorry for rushing off earlier.”
“It’s fine.” You waved her off. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah, An Is just getting dressed and then we are going to leave. We aren’t sure how many people are still playing games, a lot of people built their visas up so we are hoping there aren’t too many players and that we can actually enter.” You felt guilty being one of the ones with enough days that allowed you to stay away from the games, though it wasn’t any easier watching the people you loved join them day after day. “Don't feel bad.”
“How did you guess?” You smirk playfully.
“Because I know you.” She tuts before pointing to the bag. “What’s that?”
“Everything you will need.” You open the bag to show her its contents. “There’s some first aid, some food although not much, I put a few jackets inside and this.” You carefully tug the flick knife from where you had stashed it in the strap of the bag. “Figured it could come in handy.”
She skips over, pulling you into a hug. “I am so fucking lucky I met you.”
“I just want you to be safe.” You relax into her hold.
“I will be.” She squeezes you tighter. “Thank you.”
“Kuina?” You pull back looking at her as you dare to ask in a moment of vulnerability. “You’ll come back right?”
“I will.” She comforts you. “You aren’t going to lose another sister.”
You choke on a cry as you pull her back to you. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Room for another?” An doesn’t wait for an answer before wrapping herself around you both.
You stay like that for a few minutes before you all slowly pull away, emotions calming down as An picks up the back and slips it over her shoulder.
“You have to go.”
Kuina sighs sadly. “Yeah.”
“Okay. I’ll walk you to the door.”
It’s a moment that tugs on your heart as you watch them lace their shoes, bodies and minds preparing to face a world that you have all had a slight reprieve from even just for a few days.
An opens the door, checking around the immediate area before stepping out. “Let’s go.”
Kuina gives you one last wordless hug before lacing her fingers in Ans, letting herself be pulled away by the woman in the direction the blimp had passed by.
You didn’t close the door until they were out of sight.
You slumped on the floor against the wall, the house a sad kind of silent without any of its other occupants. It wasn’t loneliness but you longed to rewind time and cherish the moments of laughter a little longer, feeling stupid for taking such things for granted.
A book sitting on the table caught your eye and you picked it up yet no matter how long you flicked through the pages and tried to focus on the words the story slipped through your hands as your focus remained with those no longer beside you.
“I fucking hate this world.” You groaned, dropping your head against your arm, the world slipping into darkness after a while.
“Chishiya no!” You screamed as he raised the gun, pointing it directly at you. “You don’t have to do this!”
“If you don’t do it I will.” A woman walked behind him, her arm rubbing across his shoulders. “You know I’ll make it hurt.”
“I’m sorry.” He mouthed. “I’m so sorry.”
You closed your eyes, preparing yourself for death.
The sound of the bullet pierced your ears, you waited for the pain to come but it never did.
You open your eyes, searching for blood only to find something that looks awfully like your sister hovering over Chishiyas's dead body.
But that wasn’t your sister, it wasn’t human, it was more like a rotting corpse that had dug itself out from the grave. Its voice was distorted as it pulled itself closer to you. “I told you I’d protect you.”
“No, stay away!” You called holding your hands up but you were powerless against the creature.
Its hands burned against your skin, you thrashed around as it pushed you down, its hand pushing through your chest.
You couldn’t breathe as it fisted your heart.
“Wake up.”
You scrambled away as fast as you could, panting for air as you registered your surroundings. It was dark but a light had been turned on.
You weren’t alone any more.
“I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry.”
He was back.
“Is this real?” You asked, your chest heaving.”
Chishiya smiled. “It is.”
You stumbled into his arms, knocking him onto the floor as he held you. “I’m…I…
“What did you dream about?” He asked, his hands soft as they ran through your hair, unlike the demon that had nearly ripped your heart out.
“You- I- I don’t know.” You tried to calm yourself down enough to explain. “A demon or a creature I- I don’t know but the thing, whatever it was, it looked like my sister but it wasn’t they killed you and then they- they went to rip my heart out.”
He pushed you back enough to touch your chest just as he brought your hand to rest upon his own. “Your heart is here, I can feel it beating. I am here, you can feel my heart beating.”
“I missed you.” You cried in relief. “How was your game?”
His voice was soft, and patient. “It was okay. We can talk about it later, you should calm down first.”
You rested against his chest, the rhythmic beating of his heart relaxing you enough to get your panic under control.
Chishiya was here, alive. You are alive.
Kuina and An would be okay, they are alive.
“Are you feeling better?” He hums.
You nod. “Sorry, I’m such a mess.”
“It’s okay.” He looks around before frowning. Where are the terrible two?”
“They had to go and join a game.” You explain. “Can we go and lay in bed?”
“Come.” He stands, his hand wrapping around yours.
He pulls back the covers and helps you in before doing the same on the other side. You’re thankful as he pulls you against his chest, closing the distance between you both. “My game was okay.”
“What was it?”
“We had to answer these questions, if we got it wrong too many times then we would be given a fatal acidic shower. I watched people melt to death.”
“That sounds horrific.” You grimace, the thought alone was enough to have your breakfast threatening to come back up.
“Eh.” He shrugs. “Wasn’t that bad?”
“You seem different.” You notice, his entire personality seemed…nicer?
He nods. “I just realised a few things.”
“And they are?”
“You should rest, we can talk about it later.”
You didn’t want to rest, if anything now you were inside the bedroom you felt as though you were suffocating.
You sat up. “Can we sit outside for a while?”
“You couldn’t have said this before asking to come to bed?” He moans. “God you’re annoying.”
A smile tugged at your lips as he got out of bed, waiting for you to follow hums “Now that sounds a lot more…you?”
“Shut up.” He grumbles.
You wrap a jacket around yourself before lacing up your trainers. “Let’s walk a little?”
“Stay close to the house.” He picks up his regular backpack; no doubt filled with the very items you had given to An and Kuina to take before he puts his shoes on, securing a jacket over the top of his bag. “And stay close to me.”
“Aye aye.” You roll your eyes. “You didn’t get hurt in your game?”
“No. An wrapped my stab wound before I left and it’s been fine since. I didn’t have to run and I was the only winner.” He says nonchalantly.
“I’m proud of you.” It felt wrong to congratulate someone on winning a game where they died.
“Don’t be.” He shook his head.
“And why is that?”
He opens his mouth to say something before closing it again and shrugging. “Nothing.”
Surely with so many games starting and ending the cards were nearly collected in their entirety. “Who was the game against? Was it just people like us?”
He shook his head, guiding you to step over a rock. “You aren’t going to believe this.”
“What?” You frowned.
He gives you a shit-eating grin. “Kuzuryu is a citizen or whatever that means. I think it’s people who run it, like Mira.”
You hadn’t had many interactions with the man but he seemed as though he had his head too far up his own ass for your liking. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“I kind of did.” He doesn’t seem surprised, you can imagine that was his original reaction the moment he saw the man there. “He played a good game.”
The air turned cold as you walked further away, you couldn’t stop yourself from shivering. “Can we head back?”
“Yeah, it’s late.” He agrees, turning you both around.
“How many games do you think are-“
“Sh!.” He wraps a hand over your mouth, dragging you behind a wall. “Someone is here.”
You stand upright, keeping your breathing as quiet as possible. Your heart rattled against your chest.
A resounding boom shook the ground, You watched as a thick black smoke covered the already darkened sky.
You couldn’t help but lean forward, watching the only home you had here burn to the ground. The safety you’d found had been torn away.
A black figure stood, gun aimed at the tank that fueled the electricity.
The king of spades.
Chishiya grabbed your hand and pulled, and you both ran for your lives.
No matter how desperate your lungs were for you to stop, you kept going.
You kept running.
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Headcanons about our beloved Vampire King Marshall Lee?
(i love your art so much!)
Awww, thank you!! 🫶💖
Marshall Lee headcanons then:
1- His backstory is also slightly different from Marceline's. I really like the idea of him being raised in the Nightosphere with his mom, only visiting Ooo once in a while, and then permanently moving there for a freer life. I got that concept from the How To Warrior book! Baby Marshall was such a menace, I love him.
2- AU stuff but he and Fionna are roommates! The treehouse belongs to him, similar to how Marceline used to own it in Adventure Time, except he actually keeps it and lives there with Fionna and Cake. He moved his stuff to an attic that he was supposed to turn into a studio and made it his bedroom-house of sorts, he still comes out to have meals together and hangout. Schwabelle is also there, stealing Fionna's lunch every other day.
3- Speaking of Schwabelle, Marshall Lee adopted her as a kitten, and he was also the one who got her reanimated when she first passed away. He's unhealthily attached to that cat and WILL throw hands for her. Needless to say that he's a cat person.
4- He's Demisexual. I actually posted that on Twitter a while ago but not here uhhhh sorry then, he's one of us aces 🫶
5- He can't eat normal food because of his vampirism, it makes him feel nauseous and throw up. Normally he doesn't give a fuck, or he fills his food with red dye, he can still taste his meals even just by sucking out the color. He also drinks blood from time to time, because only drinking the red off things doesn't give him enough nutrients and it messes with his powers.
6- He's got a big sweet tooth. His favorite flavor is strawberry, and he also likes to drink maple syrup.
7- He often plays as a solo musician but I like to think that he's also in a band with a couple friends (said friends being ocs of mine but shhhh).
8- He can purr when he shapeshifts to his bat form (both small and huge), and he tends to get more cuddly as a bat. He curls into a ball like a cat does.
9- He hates getting sick, just the fact that he's still able to get sick even though he has healing powers pisses him off enough, but he also hates doctors and taking medicine. He spends like 2-3 days dying until he heals, or until someone drags him to a doctor.
10- He didn't inherit many demonic abilities from his mother, other than her soul sucking, but one that he did inherit is that he's able to move his body in a strange way, like Hunson does. He likes to scare people by rapidly turning his head back in 180°, which makes a nasty crack sound. Yes, he already pranked people by pretending to be dead with this amazing talent.
11- He watches a lot of vampire movies, he can go from tragic romances to the Rated-R ones. It's a personal interest of his that he doesn't share with anyone.
12- He can't get piercings or tattoos because of his healing powers, so he resorts to fake ones. If he could get a real piercing though, he'd get a tongue one.
13- He doesn't have a reflection in mirrors, so to be able to cut his hair and put on some dramatic makeup for concerts, he either trusts the process or gets a friend to help him. In addition to that, he often practices his makeup skills on Fionna's face, because she's closer and he likes to mess with her.
14- He likes to customize his own clothes, he knows how to sew and he has a lot of paint in his room for that. He also likes to draw posters for himself. He's pretty artsy.
Uhhhhh, what else, what else… I think that's all I have at the moment. Thank you for the ask!
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The Preacher's Wife: Escape (Part II)
TW: Spousal abuse: physical, metal, emotional, and sexual
Maggie pushes her food around on her plate, making designs in the teriyaki sauce from the grilled salmon. She lines up her asparagus in a tic-tac-toe grid and uses the small red potatoes to fill in the spaces. She glances up at the clock. Eight fifteen. It’s Thursday night, and Hank is probably washing the dishes from dinner with his mom. Consuela is probably sitting in front of the TV, watching whatever sitcom is on, crocheting.
God, how she wishes she was with them at the moment.
“Margaret?”
Her eyes snap up to her husband, Simon Peters. Named for the occupation he has pursued, pastor of a megachurch, the shepherd of souls who love God.. Dressed impeccably in a dress shirt and designer jeans, his hair perfectly groomed in the latest style, seated at the head of the table. The master of his house. “Yes?”
His cold blue eyes narrow slightly. “Are you alright? You’re very quiet.”
She hears the veiled threat under his polite, concerned tone. Pay attention. Make me look good. Don’t embarrass me. She forces a smile and straightens her back. “I’m sorry. I’m just a little tired.” She looks over at the young, newlywed couple that are their dinner guests this evening. “Lydia and Asher wanted me to play in the pool with them today. I guess it took more out of me than I thought.”
The young woman, Heather, takes her husband’s hand. “I can’t wait to have my own children.”
Maggie glances over at Simon and gives a forced smile herself. “Children can be a blessing. I do wish I had spent more time learning how to be a wife before becoming a mother though.” Instead, she had married at nineteen and had Lydia ten months later. She had been so naive, believing that she was fulfilling her life plan. Growing up, she had been told that fulfillment was found in family: husband and children. And while she loved both Lydia and Asher, she had also come to realize that joy is found in a variety of things. To keep it constrained to a spouse and children was stifling.
“God’s timing is perfect though. Lydia arrived exactly when she should have.” Simon picks up his wine glass. “And people who have been married for fifty years or more are still learning how to be the best spouses they can.”
“And what’s the secret?” the husband, Carter, asks. “You and Mrs. Peters make it look so easy.”
Maggie feels like she’s going to throw up. She wants to tell this young couple to run as far and as fast as they can from this house. It’s all fake. There’s no love here, no warmth. Her chest physically aches from the longing of wanting that home, that love. That hope.
“Well, the secret is simple,” Simon says. “Draw closer to God, draw closer to each other. That’s it.”
Maggie takes a healthy sip of her own wine and swallows down a follow up question of her own concerning the leather restraints and gag that are sitting in the bedside drawer right now. The restraints that she said she did not want to use only to find them wrapped around her wrists when she woke up in the middle of the night. Was that drawing closer to each other? She certainly didn’t think so.
“And speaking of drawing closer to God,” Simon slips into his preacher’s voice, “this brings me to the reason why Carter and Heather are joining us here this evening.”
That phrase, the reason why, makes Maggie’s hair stand on end. She becomes hypervigilant, taking in everything in the room. The tightening of the couple’s hands, the embarrassed blush staining Heather’s cheeks. The subtle slide of her eyes over to Simon, who gives her a small nod. How does Carter not see that, see that secretive look? Maybe he doesn’t know, doesn’t have enough experience with infidelity to recognize it. But then Carter looks over at Maggie, his eyes intent as they focus on her face, her lips…her breasts. Maggie pushes her chair back, her desire to flee prompting the motion, when Simon clears his throat.
“Heather, sadly, is unable to conceive a child on her own.” Simon stands and slowly makes his way over to Maggie. “She and Carter came to me last week asking for prayers and guidance on what the next step should be. So I took the weekend and went into the wilderness and asked God for an answer. This is what He told me.”
Maggie sways in her chair, feeling sick and lightheaded. Simon steadies her by digging his fingers into her shoulders.
“God told me that the answer lies in the Old Testament story of the trials of Abraham and Sarah. When Sarah couldn’t conceive, she gave her maid to Abraham and Abraham was able to have a son. So, I give my wife to you so that you may achieve this blessed, and wonderful experience of parenthood.”
He gives her to them, like she’s a possession. Something to be borrowed and returned. She knows better from his phrasing and example, that a clinic for in vitro fertilization was not going to be considered. And if that wasn’t enough, then the leering look that Carter is giving her from across the table is enough to solidify her worst fears. Her stomach roils and she twists her way out of Simon’s grip.
“Excuse me,” she mutters, running towards the bathroom.
She locks the door because she can hear Simon’s footsteps behind her. She vomits what little dinner she managed to eat and then sits on the bathroom floor, her back against the wall. She wipes the tears from her eyes with shaking hands.
“Margaret? Are you okay?”
The fake sincerity drips from his words. Maggie pulls out her phone from her back pocket and opens her text messages. She needs help. She needs to get out. The door knob moves as Simon tries to open the door. She selects Morgan’s name and manages to type okay, it’s time and sends it off.
“Margaret.”
Simon’s patience has run out so she pushes herself up the wall. She turns the water on, more to drown out anything they will say to each other, and she unlocks the door. He’s through it immediately, slamming the door behind him. Maggie prays for deliverance.
“Pull yourself together,” he demands. “This is happening tonight.”
“Simon-”
“And every Saturday night until they get what they want.”
Anger is replacing the shock. “Why are you doing this? Why can’t you just fuck her during one of your ‘counseling’ sessions and leave me out of it?”
“Do you know who they are? They are Silicon Valley royalty, the both of them. That’s about 4 billion dollars worth of income sitting at our dining room table and all they want is a kid. Do you know what that kind of money could do for us?”
“Oh, draining them of their money makes a wife swap so much more tolerable.” Maggie crossed her arms. “I’m not doing this.”
Simon gives her a wicked smile. “Oh, I think you will. Holly Singer.”
Maggie feels her blood run cold. “What?”
“Oh yeah, I know about your books, Holly. So this is how it’s going to go. You’re going to go back out there, do whatever that man tells you to do. And if you’re finding it hard to get in the mood, just pretend you’re one of the sluts you love to write about in your filthy little novels.”
Well, if God isn’t going to deliver her, then she’ll have to deliver herself. She starts looking for anything to fight back against Simon so she can get out of the bathroom, but all the decorations are too flimsy to inflict any damage. But then, from the other side of the door, comes a tiny little voice.
“Mommy?”
Asher, her little three-year-old savior. “Yes, baby?”
“I don’t feel good.”
Bless him and whatever it is that roused him from his sleep. Simon’s jaw is tensed, his back teeth practically cracking as he grinds them together. He can’t force anything on her now if one of the kids needs her. Maggie steps around him and opens the door. Asher is standing there, his blonde hair sticking up in every direction, as he holds a small hand over his right ear.
“What’s the matter, honey?” she asks, picking him up.
“My ear hurts and I can’t sleep.”
Maggie gives a pointed look at Simon. “Please tell Heather and Carter that I’m sorry I won’t be back out there tonight as my son needs me.”
She knows he’s going to make her pay for that later but she’ll cross that bridge when she comes to it. She puts ear drops in Asher’s ear, gently massaging the side of his little neck to help alleviate the discomfort. She hums “Annie’s Song” twice through and soon, he’s back to sleep in his own bed. She checks her phone before leaving the safety of his room and sees that Morgan has responded already.
When?
Tomorrow? Is that even possible?
I will make it happen. And I’ll be bringing back-up. I’ll let you know when we’re in the area.
Thank you. She doesn’t need to ask who the back-up is going to be. Morgan had told her she’s put the entire MC on alert so that as many as can come will make the ride up to La Jolla to move her and the kids to safety. Maggie erases the messages from her phone so Simon won’t find them. She already has bags packed for the kids and herself. Clothes, documents, jewelry, cash, all packed up in suitcases and backpacks, stored away in the crawlspace in Asher’s closet. All she needs to do is grab them and the kids and run. She slips the phone back into her pants pocket as she closes Asher’s door quietly behind her. When she turns around, something strikes her across her face, knocking her against the wall..
Simon.
She smooths her hair back from her face and covers her stinging cheek with her hand. He’s standing just a couple feet away from her, a scowl on his classically handsome features.
“Don’t you ever embarrass me like that again.” He rolls up his shirt sleeves. “They’ll be back tomorrow evening and you will have that child for them.”
Knowing the calvary is coming tomorrow has made her brave. “And what if she’s not the problem? What if it’s him? Guess you’ll have to be the one to knock her up. What a shame.”
She moves away from him but he grabs her arm, pushing her back against the wall again. This time, it’s not a slap. Stars erupt behind her eyes when his fist connects with her face and the back of her head hits the wall. His hand rests at the base of her throat, just enough pressure to hold her upright.“Or I just knock you up again. We both know how easy that is.”
Maggie’s stomach drops at the memories of waking up, drowsy and disoriented, finding Simon on top of her. Too weak to fight him off, too out of it to properly register what was going on. It started happening when she was sleeping in one of the guestrooms, after waking up with her hands restrained in the leather cuffs that one time. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she started waking up with bruises on her wrists and thighs, the sheets and her skin smelling like Simon. She tried to deny it was happening, spending hours scrubbing herself clean in the shower, but then she became pregnant with Asher. She couldn’t deny the abuse at that point.
That was when she started planning her escape, stashing money, moving assets around, letting Morgan in on what her life was like, albeit a more PG-13 version than the full blown truth. She survived six years in this gilded prison and tomorrow was going to be her day to break free. She knows if she gets too cocky, too confident, then Simon is going to know something is up. So she ducks her head and meekly nods her head. She shows him that she is the epitome of defeat of submission.
“Alright, Simon. Tomorrow night.” She nods in resolution to her fate. “I will follow God’s path for my life.”
“That’s my sweet, obedient wife,” he presses a kiss against her cheek. “Now, let’s get some sleep so you’re well rested for tomorrow evening.”
“Okay.”
She glances at her watch. It’s almost midnight. Just a few more hours until Morgan and the Mayans MC show up to rescue her.
#hank loza#hank loza x ofc#hank loza fic#hank 'tranq' loza#hank 'traq' loza x ofc#hank 'traq' loza fic
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I was wondering, would you mind introducing yourself a bit? Your age, hobbies (except for blogging of coure), music taste, your favorite movies, etc? I love the content you post and i love you and I don't even know you. I wanna know my favorite blogger.. lol. Only if you're okay with it
First of all, thank you for such a lovely compliment. I love you too and I don't even see your blog, mate!
To answer you; I was answering something similar once. This anon sent me questions and I filled them in, so if you allow me to just copy and paste those so I wouldn't have to type it all again (nothing has changed since then, honestly) then I'll be happy to oblige.
How old are you?
I'm 30
Tall or short?
Very short, I'm only 5'1 ft, 1,56 m
Sexuality?
Eh, I don't like labeling myself but if I HAD TO, it'd say bisexual/demisexual.
Describe yourself briefly
I'm an introverted dork that doesn't vibe with most people. I dig music, art, and I love a lot. I either love too much or not at all. I've been vegan for over 10 years now and I love funny people. Other than that, I'm just a very poetic soul that also loves to play video games from time to time and I write. I write a lot.
Something you like about yourself?
I'd say it's my knowledge in English. I've been self 'learning' it for 9 years now (never been abroad) and I was able to learn the language to the point where it became a huge part of my life. Like I literally use it more than my mother language. That's a thing I'd say I like about myself.
Favorite hobbies outside your blog?
I write; creative writing, poetry. Both fulfil my mind. Then I love reading (ofc). I also draw, play video games, work with graphic programs and I love taking pictures.
Something no one would guess about you
I have a very high sex drive, lmao 🫣😂 and people would never say so about me, because I literally look like I have a ribbon buckled to my vagina.
Weird quirks you have
Oh, god, I can't stand hand cuts. Like you can literally show me a video of someone having their throat slit and I'll be fine, but then you show me a vid of someone having their palm sliced, or simply just someone cutting their finger and I'll go all asdfghjklsdfghjk.
One talent you wished you had
Damn, I wish I could draw from imagination. I can draw but I can't seem to draw anything just by trying to see it in my head. That's so fucking frustrating. And weird. Anyone else having this problem?
A word your friends would use to describe you
Idk about one word, but my best friend says I'm the funniest person she has ever met, so does that count? Lol, Idk why she says this. I'm literally a potato.
Craziest thing that's ever happened to you
Omg, trauma alert… when my boss (a 70 year old male) caressed the top of my head telling me I'm pretty.
Have you ever been in love?
Yes, for over 10 years now (no, it's not a fictional character, lol).
What is your biggest fear?
Fuck, it's hurricanes and tornados. I actually have a phobia, it's called 'ancraophobia' and it's a fear of strong wind. (I swear I don't fear normal wind tho, I'm not that weird, actually, ok?).
Why did you start this blog?
When I came here one day I realized that there were only a few blogs that were dedicated to the game stuff. So I said why the hell not? I didn't expect to have an actual fanbase here, it's crazy. Love you guys.
Your favorite food?
Lentils, that's the shit.
Least favorite food?
I'd say meat.
Favorite TV shows?
Okay, not gonna mention TLOU cause it's obvious, but the very first show that pops into my mind every time is Breaking Bad. I love this show to bits. Then I also love TWD, OITNB, Better Call Saul, Wentworth, This Is Us, Lost, The Killing.
Favorite movie of all time?
My most favorite movie of all time will forever be Ginger Snaps (2000). I've loved this movie ever since I was 11. It's been 19 years ever since and I still love it to pieces. Aaaaah!
Favorite musicians?
I love a lot of music, but my most favorite is Damien Rice. I love that guy and what he does. Right behind him are Cigarettes After Sex and Mazzy Star (just pure love). Then it would be Joshua Radin, The Hope Arsenal, Yaeow, The Paper Kites, The Smiths, R.E.M., Blur, BoDeans...
Do you have any pets?
My chonky boi guinea pig.
#i guess i'll have to get used to sharing 'myself' with you guys sometimes#get to know your blogger i guess#the last of us#tlou#tlou blogger#the last of us game#elliespuns answers
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Here we go. Ruby lore as requested by @mitspeiler and @jin-kies
✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?
I didn't come up with it. Friend thought of it because she is a redhead, so I rolled with it. I expanded her name by making Ruby short for Rubelle. It sounds nice, but unfortunately sounds like rubella, which kinda ties to her sickly constitution. Ronove is alliterative and a reference to the demon who reaps the souls of people near death. Ruby often feels like she's near death due to her ilnesses.
🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)
Ruby's antics span her life. About 10 during her childhood days, 16 during her teen story, and early 20s when she runs away from home to join a circus.
🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?
Yes, Fenetre a fox boy from the circus. He convinced her to leave home so she can travel the world.
🍕 - What is their favorite food?
Pancakes, gummies, and strawberries
💼 - What do they do for a living?
Briefly worked as a manor cleaner as a teen. Fortune teller for the circus
🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?
Knitting, tarot card readings, and reading romance adventures
🎯 -What do they do best?
Really good at giving accurate tarot readings. In contrast, she cannot read a crystal ball or see the future.
🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?
She loves to help others and swim. She hates pancake training with her grandma, physical training, and any activity that involves getting dirty.
❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?
Getting her favorite plushie from a flea market and visiting her first circus
✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?
Laying in bed all day because of her sickliness. Being judged by her mom and grandma for being incompetent. The day she fought with her first true friend
🧊 - Is their current design the first one?
Pretty much. I always draw her in different outfits so she has a massive wardrobe.
🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?
Memes
🌂 - What genre do they belong in?
High fantasy with gothic post-apocalyptic stuff
💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?
Cis straight
🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?
1 dead older twin sister
🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?
Terrible. Her mom sees her as a burden. Her dad has been absent her whole life because her mom left him for becoming broke.
🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?
She's a straightman that greatly contrasts with very wacky characters from different fantasy races and wield various kinds of magics. It's also fun seeing an underdog rise up becoming an epic hero.
✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?
I think about Ruby every day. Drawing and writing about her happens when inspiration strikes
💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?
Only in bad endings and memes. She has main character plot armor
💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?
Many. Failures, bugs, the dark, large carnivorous predators, heights, fire, ghosts, zombies, germs, getting lost
🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?
Callisto a resident bully (I haven't developed her role fully yet. subject to change), Glioma from the circus, and Cherry in the Afterlife
🎓 - How long have you had the OC?
4 years
🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?
21
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