#[COMPLIMENTS - MYRA]

[kanerallels]

Excellent news I met the Prince Gabryl Fanclub aka the only people in Lustance who aren't jerks. Love them already

[galedekarios]

down among the dead men

i finally finished reading sylvia feketekuty's short story in tevinter nights. sylvia feketekuty is also emmrich's writer in dragon age: the veilguard.

i wanted to compile what we learn about emmrich in sylvia's short story.

emmrich likes tea

"What happened then?" the older mage tilted a pot of tea encouragingly toward Audric.

his study is described in detail

Audric shook his head--he didn't feel like tea, particularly--while his eyes soaked in the room. He'd never been in a necromancer's study before. Ornately decorated skulls hung from hooks in the high, dark ceiling. One wall was made up of shelves with books and tiny labeled drawers. The other was fronted by tables full of bubbling flasks, scales, alembics, and tortured-looking glass. A smartly attired servant ground away with a pestle and mortar.

"Excellent question!" Emmrich swirled the tea in his mug, looking entirely too cheerful, Audric thought, for a man framed by so many racks of skulls.

the description of his study in down among the dead men is very, very reminiscent of his room in the lighthouse that bioware revealed a few days ago:

emmrich may have recreated the comforts of his study in nevarra within the lighthouse.

emmrich lets manfred mix tinctures

"Please, don't mind Manfred." The older mage refilled his own cup. "He'll finish mixing that tincture before you know it." Manfred, a clean-boned skeleton, held up a bowl. Audric read something helpful in the cant of its skull. The younger mage looked critical. "It needs half a cup more elfroot." The corpse pulled out one of the drawers on the side of the room, took out a withered root, and shook it inquiringly. "The royal elfroot, please." Manfred moaned and fumbled at more drawers.

emmrich compliments manfred's successes and is proud of him

"Yes! That's the one." The older mage beamed. "Very good indeed, Manfred!"

emmrich's appearance is described as well by audric

Audric dragged his gaze to the older Watcher across from him, with his silvered hair, tidy mustache, and long face full of concern. His expression reminded Audric of the Chantry scholars when they'd caught him reading by candlelight in the library. The good brothers and sisters had kindly tried to dissuade Audric from living in pages for so long he couldn't think straight in the morning.

i think they a phenomenal job bringing emmrich to life (no pun intended).

emmrich is quite informal, cares about putting someone else at ease, he treats audric as he would a living person, never forcing him to arrive at a conclusion or pressuring him

"Is there anything else you can recall about Lord Karn's funeral?" the mage asked gently. "No? I think... not much, sir. Another guard, she, well... Dellah even had to peel him off me, sir." The necromancer waved a hand. "Emmrich will do, please."

macabre sense of humour

"It's... sorry, it's a blur of screams, sir." "Some of it your own, I'd bet," the necromancer joked, but looked so sympathetic Audric relaxed by a degree.

he is indeed a professor/very scholarly

"Myra picked up the curved rib bone. One end was jagged from where Audric's boot had connected with Karn's rib cage. She handed it to Emmrich. "Excellent. Emmrich? This is your remit." "I'll have it ready before sunset." He sighed. "It would be faster if we'd managed to replace the librarian by now. The students have naturally left the books a mess."

this all fits so well with the blurb we were given about him not so long:

"Emmrich is as serious about his duty to protect innocents from the occult as he is about his studies and his interest in the mysteries of the fade."

don't leave the books in disorder, please.

emmrich is renowned to be good at what he does by other mourn watchers

"Myrna seemed content to leave things there, and took something out of a velvet purse. A rib bone. "Emmrich's prepared your trophy for us. His cathexis is very reliable." Audric felt the ground tilt downslope. "Madam?" "His magic." She tapped the rib bone. "This will now guide us to where Lord Karn's fled. Emmrich would join us, but he's been called to other matters."

i had to look up what cathexis means exactly and it's defined as follows:

In psychoanalysis, cathexis (or emotional investment) is defined as the process of allocation of mental or emotional energy to a person, object, or idea. [...] Cathexis comes to us by way of New Latin from the Greek word kathexis, meaning "holding."

myrna uses a skeleton to send a message to emmrich, presumably he might employ similar methods of communication if available

"Good." Myrna sent a mote of light into a nook in the wall. A moment later, a skeleton fell out, hissing and snapping. Myrna snagged it with a collar of green fire, tugged it like a leash. "Does that... hurt it?" Audric asked, more sympathetic to the shambling thing than he'd been a minute ago. "The sensations differ. With some of the dead, one must exert direct control." The skeleton subsided, making a strange whine. "A message," the Mourn Watcher told it. "Find Professor Emmrich Volkahrin. Tell him after some last business in the Winged Halls, we'll be joining him above without delay."

this description reminded me a bit of the brief glimpses we got of emmrich in the very first companion trailer:

emmrich appreciates punctuality & holding oneself to prior commitments

"You heard my message to Emmrich." She crooked a finger, gesturing to Audric. "We'll be expected. It won't be difficult to return from here. Audric looked around. "I can... I'm allowed to come back with you?" "Of course. Myrna lifted her skirts and stepped over a chunk of stone from the fight. "Emmrich will be put out if we don't show up for tea."

emmrich is incredibly kind when dealing with spirits and undead, no matter their rank or standing in life

"They were back in Emmrich's den. Audric had been astonished to see familiar tomes in a neat stack on the necromaner's desk. "Those... are those...?" "Yours, yes. From your home." Emmrich shook his head. "Forgive the liberty, guardsman. After you and Myrna left for the Necropolis, I had to search for a reason you might have returned so unexpectedly." "I believe we found it," Mysrna said, from where she was overseeing Emmrich's manservant transfer the contents of a bubbling beaker into a bowl. Emmrich handed the top book to Audric. It was a gazetteer of Nevarra City, stamped with a crowned skull surrounded by flowers. Audric flipped it open and read the blocky inscription. To our Son with Love. May you be Blessed in your Studied with the Chantry. "All this effort... for me? I'm just a guardsman, sir." Am? Was? Audric pushed doubt aside and held the gazetteer to his chest. He existed, knew what he loved, and that he had been loved, and that seemed enough in the moment. "The great leveler has no favourites." Emmrich smiled. "Neither does the Mourn Watch."

i found this reaction to myrna and audric quite interesting, and i'm not completely sure what to make of it yet:

"You are faced with a choice," Myrna said, coming over. "You have confronted your killer, and recognised your driving passion. You may rest now, guardsman." "Or?" "Or you may work under the auspices of a Watcher," Myrna said. "Under a modicum of magical control. To avoid anomie, the bond must be given freely." "To you, madam?" "If it's satisfactory." The guardsman ducked his head, and because that felt inadequate, knelt on a knee and held out a hand. Myrna, smiling slightly, took it. Emmrich coughed, looking away. "Please, let the poor fellow up. What position were you thinking?" "I thought it was obvious." Audric felt a slow excitement as he heard Myrna say: "We have a great need for someone to take charge of the library."

overall, i really liked this short story.

i loved how audric wasn't aware that he is, in fact, dead and has died a while ago. i loved how both emmrich and myrna didn't correct his assumption, but led him to the realisation. i love all the little insights we got into emmrich as a character, but also nevarra's culture, necromancy and the mourn watch.

it's definitely one of the best in the book. 🖤

[acknowledge-reigns]

My Heart Will Go On | Swipe Right Universe Finale (18+)

Description: Jacob and Myra take a big step. The cruise comes to an end.

Chapter: 7/7

Word Count: 1,583

Warnings: Teasing, hot tub sex, dirty talk, honorifics, love bites, begging, p in v, rough sex, primal, Dom/sub.

This is the finale of the Swipe Right series! Featuring characters and couples from Swipe Right, Rivals With Benefits, Kiss It Better, Baddie and The Beast, The Nanny and Triple Threat. As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. While there is no smut in Chapter 1, this is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy and drama thrown in there. If kink content isn't for you, please scroll. You have been warned.

My masterlist can be found here.

Taglist: @lov3rla03 @acute-crashout-jeyuso

The group gathers on the sky deck, drinks in hand, toasting to Beatrice's downfall. They laugh and cheer, relieved that the drama has finally come to an end.

"To freedom from my psycho ass mother." Amanda says raising her glass.

Everyone else raises their glasses as well, "Cheers to that!" they say in unison. They spend the rest of the night drinking and enjoying each other's company, grateful for the drama-free atmosphere.

The group's attention is drawn to the waitress as she approaches with a tray of tequila shots. She looks to be in her mid-50s, her dark hair streaked with gray and pulled back into a tight bun.

She wears a warm smile, placing the shots on the table. "You all look like you could use a little extra celebration tonight." She says.

Though the final boss himself couldn't make the cruise, he'd made sure the ship was properly stocked with his Teremana tequila.

"Well, aren't you a vision of beauty?" Paul says, his voice dripping with charm. "What's a gorgeous lady like you doing working on a cruise ship?

The waitress blushes at the compliment, her eyes locked on Paul's. "Just trying to make a living and enjoy the sea breeze, doll," she replies, her new york accent thick. "But you... you're the real treat here."

Paul laughs, clearly enjoying the attention. "You're too kind," he says, leaning in a little closer.

"Ohhh shit, Wiseman got game." Jimmy jokes.

Jacob suddenly turns to Myra, a determined look on his face. He gets down on one knee, pulling out a small box from his pocket.

"Myra," he says, his voice steady. "I've been thinking about this for a long time now, and I can't imagine spending the rest of my life without you. Will you marry me?"

The group gasps in surprise, all eyes on the couple as they wait for Myra's response.

Myra's eyes widen in shock as she looks down at Jacob, her hand flying to her mouth. Tears start to well up in her eyes as she processes what's happening.

"Oh my god," she whispers, her voice shaking. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!"

The group erupts into cheers and applause, congratulating the newly engaged couple.

Jacob stands up, a huge smile on his face as he slips the ring onto Myra's finger. He pulls her into a tight embrace, spinning her around in excitement.

"I love you so much," he says, kissing her passionately.

The waitress, who had introduced herself as Sharon, looks on with a smile, clapping along with the rest of the group. "Congratulations, lovebirds!" she says.

As the excitement dies down, the group begins to disperse back to their cabins. The newly engaged couple heads off together, lost in their own little world of happiness.

The rest of the group chats and laughs as they make their way back, still buzzing from the night's events. Some of them are tipsy, while others are sober enough to easily navigate the ship's corridors.

Myra and Jacob sit in the jacuzzi, the warm water bubbling around them as they look up at the stars. The moonlight reflects off the water, casting a soft glow on their faces.

"I can't believe this is real," Myra says, admiring her ring. "We're really getting married."

Jacob wraps his arm around her, pulling her closer. "I know," he replies, kissing her forehead.

They sit in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying the peaceful moment. The sound of the waves crashing against the ship and the gentle hum of the jacuzzi create a soothing atmosphere.

As they continue to sit in the jacuzzi, the atmosphere between Myra and Jacob becomes more charged. Their bodies are pressed close together, and their breathing becomes heavier.

Jacob's hand slowly begins to wander, tracing patterns along Myra's skin under the water. He nibbles on her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.

Myra lets out a soft moan, tilting her head to give him better access. "Jacob," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "I want you."

Jacob groans at her words, his grip on her tightening. He pushes her back against the edge of the jacuzzi, his body pressed against hers.

"You have no idea how badly I want you," he growls, his lips crashing against hers in a heated kiss.

The kiss quickly becomes more urgent, tongues tangling as they lose themselves in each other. Their hands roam freely, exploring every inch of each other's bodies.

Jacob's hand slides between Myra's legs, finding her center and beginning to tease her.

Myra gasps, arching her back as Jacob's fingers work their magic. She moans into his mouth, her body responding to his touch.

"Alpha, please," she begs, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I need you."

Jacob grins against her lips, enjoying the sound of her pleading. "Patience, baby," he murmurs, continuing to tease her. "We have all night."

He moves his mouth down to her chest, leaving a trail of kisses and bites along her collarbone and breasts.

Myra's head falls back, her eyes fluttering closed as she loses herself in the sensations. She can feel the heat building between her legs, the need for him becoming almost unbearable.

"I can't wait any longer," she whimpers, bucking her hips against his hand. "I need you inside me."

Jacob obliges, quickly pulling down her bottoms and bending her over the edge of the hot tub. He admires the view for a moment, his hands running over her curves.

"You're so beautiful," he says, his voice rough with desire. "And all mine."

He steps closer, his body pressing against hers from behind as he lowers his trunks and positions himself at her entrance.

Myra gasps as she feels the head of his cock teasing her entrance. She braces herself against the edge of the hot tub, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Please, Alpha," she begs again, pushing back against him. "Take me."

Jacob doesn't need any further encouragement. He thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside her in one smooth motion.

"Oh, fuck," he groans, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he begins to move. "You feel so good."

Myra moans loudly, her body adjusting to his size. She pushes back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor.

Jacob grins, loving how needy she is for him. He obliges, increasing the pace and force of his thrusts. The sound of their bodies slapping together mixes with the sound of the water, creating a symphony of pleasure.

"You're so tight," he grunts, his fingers digging into her flesh. "I can't get enough of you."

It's a primal, animalistic kind of passion that takes over them. Jacob's thrusts become more urgent, more desperate as he chases his release. Myra is a moaning, whimpering mess beneath him, completely lost in the moment.

The jacuzzi bubbles around them, adding to the sensation as they move together in perfect harmony.

Suddenly, Jacob flips her over, lifting her up sitting her onto the edge of the hot tub. He stands between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs as he continues to pound up into her.

"I want to see your face when you come," he growls, his eyes locked on hers. "I want to see the look on your face as you fall apart for me."

Myra looks up at him, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. She's close, so close to the edge. Her fingers dig into his back, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin.

"Alpha," she gasps, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come so hard."

Jacob grins, his own release building up inside him. He reaches down to rub her clit, wanting to push her over the edge.

"Come for me, baby," he commands, his voice rough and dominant. "Come all over my cock."

Myra's body tenses, her back arching as she reaches her climax. She cries out his name, her inner walls clenching around him as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Jacob follows soon after, burying himself deep inside her as he spills his seed. He collapses on top of her, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath.

They stay like that for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow of their intense encounter. Jacob kisses her forehead, his hand stroking her hair gently.

"I love you," he whispers, still buried inside her. "I love you so much."

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As the ship docks back in the harbor, the group disembarks, all feeling closer than ever. Roman and Iris were both glad that the cruise hadn't ended in a catastrophe and actually seemed to work.

In the car, Roman turns to Iris with a smile. "I have to admit, I was a bit skeptical about this whole cruise thing, but it turned out to be pretty great."

Iris smirks, "So basically... I was right."

Roman rolls his eyes playfully. "Yes, you were right. But don't let it go to your head."

Iris laughs, "Too late for that. I'm going to hold this over you for a long time."

Roman shakes his head, but can't help but smile. "You're impossible, you know that?"

Iris grins, "Yeah, but you love me anyway."

Roman takes her hand, intertwining their fingers. "Yeah, I do. Even when you're annoying."

Iris leans her head on his shoulder, feeling content and happy. "Good, because I'm not going anywhere."

It was a complicated happily ever after, But they wouldn't have it any other way.

The End.

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I am absolutely mind blown by all the love and support I have received for this series over the past months, it (Swipe Right) being my first multi chapter wrestling fic. I had no idea that it would take off and turn into a seven book series!

Once I came to an end of Swipe Right and Roman and Iris' story had been told, it was like Jax demanded her own story. And thus came Rivals With Benefits. Nearing the end of Jey and Jax story, I simply couldn't leave Iris and Jax's baby sister, Kiley/Lele out and so Kiss It Better came to be and her story with Zilla. From there we met Myra and she fell for the Samoan Werewolf in her own story Baddie and The Beast, and we met Amanda who is such a complex character who is deeply flawed but trying to be better for love. Her and Solo's story introduced us to Beatrice who has been tormenting our favorite family the past three books! Using the iconic Jackée Harry as her face claim. I used so very many iconic black and queer celebrities faces to bring theses stories to life including:

Ciara as Iris

Ariana Debose as Jax

Halle Bailey as Lele

Navia Robinson as Imani

Madison Pettis as Amira

Flo Milli as Myra

Keiynan Lonsdale as Chris

Garrett Clayton as Lyle

Jasmine Cephas Jones as Amanda

Arsema Thomas as Tatiana

Jackée Harry as Beatrice

Keke Palmer as Cara

Aaron Pierre as Devon...

After the craziness that insused in "The Nanny" we told Tatiana's story in "Triple Threat" because Jim and Naomi needed their own as well!

Wrapping things up we saw Devon and Cara and even the Wiseman find love. Beatrice got her comeuppance. The kinky escapades and the lovey dovey moments and the drama were all equally fun to write.

Thank you all so so very much for coming along for the ride with me. I hope you'll stick around and read my next wip (potentially another series? 👀) and thank you for reading my endless rambles here. Extra special thanks to those who have been here since the beginning of Swipe Right. Y'all the shit.

I hate to say goodbye to this series but I am excited to create more. Lots of love, and please as always, remember to Acknowledge our OTC today.

- Luna ❤☝🏾

[magicalellafontaine]

Ella couldn't help but chuckle at Myra's compliment. A warm smile spread across her face as she listened to the kind words about her gown. "Yes, it's quite different from the usual, but it's my own design," she confessed. "I wanted something elegant yet understated, as I didn't want to overshadow my date tonight." Of course, Ella's definition of "simple" was far from ordinary by most fashion standards.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," Myra said in response, a slight smile tugging on her lips. She quirked a brow so slightly at Ella's response, playing with pressing the issue. She was only going to stay a moment longer tonight, anyway. "You look wonderful yourself. Is this one of yours?" @magicalellafontaine

[emilykaldwen]

Okay I have two very different anons in my inbox right now on the OC face claim issue. I’ve read both, and I’m just gonna address you both here:

1. No one OWNS a face claim. I have RPed in spaces where everyone was using a face for something (so many people using Holliday Granger and Elle Fanning for Helaena omg save me). It’s just a thing. They’re resources. The only thing we own is the character we’re writing. We do not own actors or musicians or whomever is being used to portray our character.

HOWEVER

2. When it comes to creating your OC, you should follow some courtesy. Do you see someone all over your dash using Freya Allen for, say, a Daemyra daughter? Then you would probably want to find another actor to portray your take on a Daemyra daughter. Not only are there a million faces out there, but it also helps you, the OC creator, from any weird comparison feelings, as well further separating your concepts from others.

When I was creating Myranda Greyjoy initially, I knew that there was another OC creator out there who also had a Greyjoy x Aemond situation going on (since Myra was going to initially end up with Aemond). I went and tracked down that creator’s old gifsets to ensure that I hadn’t accidentally lifted the name as well as making sure that the face I had chosen was different enough. Since we were both exploring a similar concept, I wanted to make sure I was differentiating myself from the other person.

I’m definitely new to the OC tumblr world, mostly because this wasn’t much of a thing back in the day, and I’m only vaguely familiar with all the history there. I don’t really play around in it that much, but here’s the thing: both the above truths can coexist because people are human. If someone were to use Isolda as one of Lyonel Strong’s daughters, that’s fine! It only becomes weird if say the other person was lifting character traits and things like that. Then THAT becomes a little more 👀

But I don’t own Isolda’s face, and it’s up to ME to be normal about that! Apparently she’s a popular face for Sansa Stark now! Good for her!

The point is: be courteous and mindful of the space you operate in. There’s a ton of Strong Bastards and Stark daughters using Adelaide Kane. There was a ton of Whatshername from TLK that was being used everywhere. You’re going to have overlap, but the use of the same face is not theft.

@selfproclaimedunicorn and I were both using Rose Williams for our own OCs (her for Lara Mormont and me for Myranda). Like it’s no biggie! We were also both using Isolda (her for a Reyne girl and me for Abby).

Totally different concepts. Different ‘roles’ if you will for that face claim.

Whenever I see Isolda on my dash I’m like ‘oh that’s Abby!’ Cause that’s my girl now. She’s Abby in my head.

Anyway, I can only speak for myself. I don’t think people should be nervous about asking about a face reference, but you should always be polite about it! If you’re messaging someone about the actor, compliment their gifset or post you saw, and then ask. Don’t just know on someone’s door and go ‘hey whose the face you’re using’ cause as a creator, that would make me feel sad that you had nothing nice to say about what I made.

[ollies-w0rld]

my outfit today!!!

@myra-is-watching

@c4llme-m4ybe

@marsvremena

if u compliment her, use masc compliments plz, I need her to REALIZE soon bc I'm impatient

[battlemaiden13]

4th post and possibly final. What was she saying in that house to make them so mad? Like I’m really curious to what Myra said to make Eage get mad and he probably wasn’t the only upset being upset. I’m just curious to what happened from all there pov before he stormed over. (sorry there’s a lot of post. I just like talking a lot. but I’m embarrassed and socially awkward so I apologize if I sounded rude anyway. Wasn’t sure how to send this all this is literally my first time kind of using this)

She was saying a lot of underhanded things but what made Edge snap was when she started to talk shit about Mc with no evidence. Just real nasty things that aren’t true like how she bets Mc is using the skeletons, or she’s a slut, or just hangs out with them for the attention. Edge could take Myra talking bad about him and his brother for ‘poor manners’ but he couldn’t stand her talking about Mc. 

Myra would also give backhanded compliments to multiple members of the skeleton household but since she was dating Orange they were respecting him and staying out of it. Expect for Berry who told Orange multiple times he was a moron but didn’t know what he could actually do to help his friend. 

(You didn't sound rude at all :3 thank you for asking, how would you know if you didn't)

[brunneraleo]

some portraits of my ocs

(left to right) Diana (she/her) Milo (any pronouns) Myra (she/her)

Diana is this like, 8ft tall dragon lady who's kinda like royalty in a sense? She's a total sweetheart and a nerd (loves geography and history), and her pupils dilate like a cats when she's happy. She was travelling alone for quite a while before picking up the other two along the way. Milo is a former thief and a current agent of chaos, now one of Diana's companions who keeps her company and helps Myra protect her. Milo is a constant flirt and never takes anything seriously, much to Myra's dismay. Myra is the companion Diana met first out of the two. Myra is a town guard who had been "let go" from her job and is struggling to find purpose moving forward. She helped Diana once and decided to stick around with her under the guise of protecting her. She takes everything way too seriously and seems to be allergic to compliments. Oh, and they're all dating.

[mxmarsbars]

I'm immediately going to all of my favorite artists to compliment them after finding out how anonymous asks work. AND YOU'RE ONE OF THEM

I don't even know where to start, I have your twt open with your art on another window right now

The Etho killing Skizz art, I don't even have any words to describe it. THE SUN BEHIND ETHO IS SUCH A GREAT PART OF THE PIECE. IT BRINGS ATTENTION TO THE TOP AND POPS OUT. AND SKIZZ LOOKING SO CONTENT WITH HIS DECISION AND ACCEPTING OF ETHO BEING THE ONE TO TAKE HIM OUT T_T /POS

MARTYN'S LIMITED LIFE FINALE ART IS SO AMAZING AND DETAILED TOO. I LOVE HOW IN THE TOP RIGHT CORNER IT SPLITS AND HAS GEM & LIZZIE ALIGNED TO CLEO & PEARL'S FACES. THAT IS SO COOL

Also I just really wanted to point out the art of Bdubs kissing Impulse while stabbing Etho. I just really like that for no reason in particular (I really like Etho)

Impulse hugging Bdubs too, I love it so much. And the one with Etho just being like 😐 and the sparkles in the background

AND THE CLEO ART FOR MYRA'S DTIYS. THE LIGHTING AND HAIR IS AMAZING

The White Castle art of Etho as a Ghost and Impulse hugging Etho are probably two things that got me interested in White Castle. I didn't even THINK of them before. But now they're one of the duos I really like. Then again I love any Etho duo. BUT THEYRE DEFINITELY ONE OF MY TOP 5

The composition in your art is so amazing as well, it really highlights specific details really well and implies ideas VERY well

The art of Impulse with the cherry blossoms are so cute too. And BigB being all creepy makes it VERY unsettling /pos

You did an AMAZING job making BigB look as unsettling as possible

The weeping angel Etho art too <333

ALSO THE IMPULSE "LAST WORDS OF A SHOOTING STAR", IMPULSE WITH A STAR OVER HIS EYE, AS WELL AS THE VERY RECENT SCAR ART. THOSE ARE ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECES. EVERYTHING ABOUT THOSE ARE SO COOL AND AMAZING

THE VERY CLEAR IMPROVEMENT IN THE 2023 ART THREAD TOO. Your art from January is STILL VERY COOL AND AMAZING, but I love how your art very clearly improved from January to December. That's such an amazing accomplishment to do in 12 months

I hope you have a GREAT and amazing day/night! \o/

I just had this big ol smile on my face while reading that entire thing like oh my goodness gracious

just?? thank you?? for such kind words and for also keeping up with my art?? I feel so appreciated and seen and?? like I’m about to explode /pos??

I don’t even know how to respond I’m just all jumbled up and giddy and like wowzers!! just know that I REALLY appreciate everything you said like so so much it is making my brain go BOOM!! >_<

whenever I hear stuff like this, no matter how detailed or specific, it always makes me just so unbelievably happy. I love being reminded that I exist and can be perceived and people LIKE perceiving me.

thank you genuinely so much this brightened my day like a lot :]

also you’re welcome for getting you into white castle aka one of the best duos like ever because I say so B]

[damn-daemon]

i found ‘a vow without honor’ a couple days ago and i need you to know that i am obsessed. the investment i have in your story is INSANE and it happened in like 0.0000001 seconds flat. like, i am attached. i’m so in love with it that i literally don’t know what to do with myself. characterization is unbelievably spot on, and the way you’ve developed/changed the GoT storyline to fit myra is so freaking seamless and beautiful that there’s really no compliment i could give that would do you justice. you’re magic or something, idk! i will not be getting over this story, like, ever. i love myra. i love jaime. i love your writing. SO GOOD. 🥹💕

Omg Anon thank you so much 😭😭😭 Your words mean the world to me. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

[cadybear420]

Evie and Aiden, 14, 19, 24

14. What are your favorite music genres?

Aiden: Classical, obviously. But Evie's been getting me into a lot of other genres. Thanks to her, pop music has become a guilty pleasure of mine. Myra never shuts up about it.

Evie: It's really hard for me to choose a favorite. I love music from all sorts of genres.

Aiden: I have to admit, she's right. Classical is still my favorite, but it's hard to decide what my second favorite is.

Evie: *giggles* Maybe my favorite genre is "the songs that Aiden composes"

Aiden: *roll eyes playfully* And people say I'm the cheesy one?

Evie: Well, either way, we all know I happen to adore cheese. *kisses his cheek*

19. What makes you sad?

Evie: Ummmm... I don't know... I feel like there are lots of things...

Aiden: Same...

Evie: I guess to name one thing, probably in a TV show or movie, when loved ones get separated in some way. Namely, if it's a permanent separation. Like if one of them suddenly disappears, or is trapped forever somewhere else.

Aiden: Same. And not just for two lovers either. Two friends, family members...

Evie: I just can't bear the thought of that happening between me and any of the people I love... one moment they could be right next to you, you're sharing a sweet moment with them, but then the next...

*Evie looks like she's about to tear up. Aiden squeezes her hand.*

Aiden: Shall we move onto the next question?

Evie: Yes, please!

24. What would you consider your main love language?

Aiden: I've always found it easier to express myself through music, so... probably giving gifts? I love to compose for her, sometimes even do a little song-and-dance number for her. I do love to express the other four love languages too, but this one is definitely my favorite.

Evie: I'm not sure what my favorite to express or receive is, cause all of them are great.

Aiden: Right?

Evie: Maybe quality time is my favorite? Because every moment spent with Aiden is quality time to me. Even the smallest moments.

Aiden: *blushes softly, smiling a little* Oh, well... that's a nice perspective of it I guess... *more blush* Ahem, anyways, as for my favorite to receive, I'd probably say--

Evie: *giggles* Words of affirmation for him, without a doubt.

Aiden: *massive blushy* Hey!

Evie: Sorry, I couldn't help it! I mean, the way you get so blushy and flustered when I compliment you or tell you something good about yourself is so freaking adorable.

Aiden: *scoffs but goes stiff* Is it? Is it really?

Evie: Yes. And don't act like you don't desereve it, because you absolutely fucking do. You're a talented, sexy, and overall amazing guy, and so goddamn important too me.

Aiden: *turns even more red, crossing his legs and shifting in his seat and averting his gaze, as his voice lowers* Y-you're just saying all that...

Evie: Because it's all true! And clearly it's working, because you know it's all true... don't you, Pretty Boy?

Aiden: *his face turns deep red as he goes completely stiff and his voice drops to a whisper* Goddammit.

Evie: *smiles smugly* Every time. *chuckles* But seriously though, everything I say about him is all true.

Aiden: *his voice raises slightly back to normal as he uncrosses his legs and leans forward* Yeah, I think you've made your point well enough...

Evie: *giggle* Anyways, as for me... like I said before, I value pretty much all the love languages, so I'm not sure I have one I consider my main or my favorite.

Aiden: I don't know, I'd say you're also pretty big on physical touch too.

Evie: *playfully* Prove it.

Aiden: ...you asked for it. *he goes over to Evie's seat and sits in her lap, then holds her face and begins to kiss along her jawline*

Evie: *big ragged gasp* Aiden--

Aiden: *smirks* Every time.

Evie: Oh yeah? Well I'm not the only one who melts from physical touch. *begins sliding her hands down his back to squeeze his hips*

Aiden: *massive blushy* Hey, no fair! This is my turn to one-up you!

Evie: Oh it was, but... I guess you could say, a new opportunity fell right into my lap.

Aiden: Oh, you--

Evie: *stops him with a kiss to his lips* I love you, Aiden.

Aiden: *relaxes and smiles* I love you too, Evie.

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Shadow and Veil-Chapter Sixteen

Summary: Eva Moore’s life was a carefully constructed fiction.  Every day, she did exactly what her mother in law, her husband, and his  best friend expected of her. No mistakes. And, that was going pretty  well for Eva right up until a huge complication literally tried to run  her over. Now, she’s faced with trying to keep the pieces of her life  from falling apart while attempting (and failing) to keep her feelings  for her husband’s new business partner at bay.

A/N: This fic is a sister-fic to A Need So Great and A Need Unleashed.  You do not need to have read ANSG or ANU to read this fic, but there  are Easter eggs from those fics in Shadow and Veil for readers with keen  eyes.  This fic is explicit for canon-compliant blood, gore, violence,  and sex. As such, it is intended for an adult audience, only. A/B/O  dynamics come with their own warning. Anyone under the age of 18 should  not interact with this work. I do not consent to reposting this work to  other platforms. Reblog only to Tumblr.  

Word Count: ~4,700

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The party was going well. Guests were milling about The Lounge, drinking and talking. Even Myra looked to be enjoying herself. She was standing next to the DA, schmoozing with all the skill that she passed down to her son. Wearing a softly shimmering evening dress, Myra looked totally in her element.

Which was just as well, because Eva felt sorely out of place.

As discreetly as she could, Eva adjusted the hem of her dress. The hunter green fabric was beautiful, but very heavy. It made walking smoothly from one end of the room to the other difficult. She had to keep reminding herself to kick her foot out with every step so that she didn’t trip.

The pins her hair were pulling at her scalp and the bracelet around her wrist refused to remain in place. Add to it the fact that Eva knew only two or three of the people currently walking around the room and she could not be more uncomfortable.

Her drink was empty. Eva glanced at the bar—staffed by a professional bartender for the occasion—and debated a refill. Across the room, Josh was talking with Lizzy from Stag Nation. He looked as thoroughly distracted by his conversation with the woman as Myra did with the DA. Eva doubted either of them would notice if she had a second drink.

Carefully, she picked her way through the crowd, giving acknowledging nods to the other guests. At the bar, she gave her order to the bartender and waited. There really were a lot of people there. Myra said eight at their lunch, but more than fifteen had showed. She was glad for the foresight of ordering additional food and liquor.

Eva might not know them, but Josh did. He greeted their guests as old friends. A warm smile. A hand shake. A compliment or quip. It all flowed as freely as the alcohol he poured into their glasses. Eva didn’t even have to try to be a good hostess because he was doing all the work for her.

Movement turned Eva’s attention to her right where Bobbi Lynn was setting her clutch on the bar top.

“Having a good time?” she asked.

Bobbi Lynn smiled, “The best. As usual. I loved those little mushrooms you served as an appetizer.”

Eva shook her head, “I can’t claim that I picked that out. That was all Myra.”

“Of course,” Bobbi Lynn replied sagely, “Myra has excellent taste.”

Giving a noncommittal hum, Eva took a glass from the bartender and brought it to her lips. Perfectly mixed. Better than she could do.

“You know,” Bobbi Lynn hedged as she leaned close to Eva, “if my husband were flirting so openly with another woman in front of half the city, I would be absolutely livid.”

Sparing Josh a glance, Eva allowed herself a shrug, “She’s a friend. And, she’s in a band that he likes listening to.”

She’s also an undercover agent for the federal government and very likely gathering information to support his arrest and incarceration.

Bobbi Lynn made a soft sound of disapproval, “I don’t know why he would invite her here. I mean, to this dinner. She’s not exactly in the same social circle.”

She was right. Lizzy’s cover story was nowhere near the same tax bracket as every other person in the room. She didn’t have any clout or reputation, nor was she a resource for making a deal.

And yet…

Eva watched her standing next to Josh—calm, comfortable, smiling. She had none of the nerves that regularly plagued Eva. None of the neuroses that made Eva such a stick in the mud. Even though she knew it was all a lie, Eva couldn’t help but to envy the woman.

Josh leaned down to speak lowly in Lizzy’s ear and Bobbi Lynn scoffed, “Alright. I’ve had enough. Come on.”

Eva’s hand was snatched up and she was pulled away from the bar. She stumbled over her dress, almost falling before she caught her balance and was able to kick-step along behind a very determined Bobbi Lynn.

“Well, I’ll be,” Bobbi Lynn pronounced, “You haven’t said a single word to me all night, Dr. Moore.”

Eva stalled a few feet back, not knowing what kind of game Bobbi Lynn was playing. She fixed her face into something she hoped was congenial and waited for Josh to take the bait. She didn’t have to wait long.

“Bobbi Lynn,” he drawled, “I believe I complimented you on your dress when you walked in with your husband.” To Lizzy, “The senator I mentioned.”

Lizzy gave a conspiratorial nod and tucked her hair behind her ear. Unlike the other ladies in attendance, it was worn down. Freshly brushed and shiny. It made her look younger than even Eva, which was probably the point.

“And, who is your friend?” Bobbi Lynn inquired, so much sugar in her tone that it made Eva’s jaw hurt just to listen to it. “We haven’t met. I’m Bobbi Lynn.”

Eva watched Lizzy take Bobbi Lynn’s hand with a smile, watched Bobbi Lynn assess the woman with a critical gaze. Josh caught her eye and lifted a brow. She quirked a helpless shrug at him.

“I’m Lizzy.”

Bobbi Lynn repeated Lizzy’s name with interest, “Eva tells me you’re in a band.”

Lizzy’s smile widened, “Yes I am.”

“Are you famous, then?”

“We play at a couple cafes through the week and have a steady gig at Lilian’s on the weekends. Its not glamorous, but its steady.”

Brows lifting, Bobbi Lynn said, “My husband and I will have to come see you play sometime.” Then, “Do you live in the neighborhood?”

Eva’s eyes closed briefly as she caught on to what Bobbi Lynn was aiming at. If she didn’t know that Lizzy was playing a role, she would feel bad for what Bobbi Lynn was about to do on Eva’s behalf. Her heart warmed a little that her friend was so willing to come to her defense.

“Oh no,” Lizzy answered, “The band and I have an apartment off Third and Main.”

It wasn’t the nicest location, but certainly well away from the neighborhoods where people shouldn’t go out after dark. That wouldn’t matter much to someone like Bobbi Lynn.

Josh cut in, “They’re actually looking for a new place. Something closer to downtown so that its easier to get to shows.”

“Oh, well isn’t that nice,” Bobbi Lynn breathed, “I have an apartment downtown. Its a lovely building,” she leaned close, “very sought after. Waiting list a year long. But, I could put in a good word for you with the super, if you like.”

Lizzy, bless her, played along exactly as she was supposed to, “A place like that sounds like its a little out of our price range what with the expenses for the band, and all.”

“Bless your heart,” Bobbi Lynn replied, “I’m sure its costs a lot of money to keep up with a rock and roll image, am I right?”

Josh licked his lips, “Not everything is about money, Bobbi Lynn.”

“Yes, you’re right,” she said with a brittle smile, “Some things are bigger than money. Like marriage. Why, I would live like a pauper as long as I had my husband with me.”

One look at Josh told Eva that he was getting the point Bobbi Lynn was driving home. A second look told her that he was deeply pissed, but knew better than to make a scene.

Lizzy, for her part, seemed utterly oblivious, “Aw, that’s so sweet. I was just telling Josh that I would give my left arm just to find a man that was worth something. I even asked him if he knew any single men. Hoped I could get a referral.”

Eva hid her scoff behind a sip of her drink.

Bobbi Lynn noticed it, but evidently thought Eva was thinking that Lizzy was reaching too high and not that Josh was the last person on the planet who could give a ‘referral’ for a good man.

“I’m sure a girl like you,” Bobbi Lynn crooned, “has no shortage of men to choose from.”

Lizzy turned a coy shoulder, “Yes, but they’re not good for much more than flirting.”

“Oh?”

“If I want to get married and have a family, I can’t just go out with any guy who hits on me after a show.”

“No, of course not,” Bobbi Lynn said with a shake of her head, “Is that why Josh invited you to the party? To scout the good men?”

Josh’s jaw clenched, “I invited her because I thought it would be nice to shake the guest list up a bit. You know, stir the pot.”

Bobbi Lynn smiled, “Well, you’ve certainly achieved your goal and I’m sure everyone here has noticed.”

The silence following that statement was so full that Eva had to take a step back from the three of them.

“Joshie!” Myra called, “Come talk to my new friend.”

Thank God for mothers-in-law.

Josh grimaced, but excused himself. Unfortunately for Lizzy, he invited her along to join the conversation. Eva watched them go, the pair walking a little too close to each other. Even if they weren’t fucking, no one would believe it.

Lizzy was doing a very, very good job at playing her part.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Eva said, unable to help herself.

Bobbi Lynn tossed her head, “I’m just reminding him that he’s married, and who he’s married to.”

Eva smiled in thanks, fiddling with her glass.

Hand touching Eva’s shoulder, Bobbi Lynn added, “You’re a good woman. A good wife. Sometimes a man forgets that when someone new and shiny comes along.”

Bobbi Lynn sauntered away, secure in the knowledge that she’d checked Josh’s ego. Eva watched her go with a stone weighing down her stomach. The rest of the party, she circled her husband, keeping distance between them in an effort to let him cool down. She had a third round to drink, picked up a few stray napkins and emptied ash trays, busied herself with a little pre-cleaning so that her morning wouldn’t be quite so bad.

Late in the night, the cars were pulled around. Eva waved at the last of their guests as they climbed in and drove into the night. She folded her hands in front of her and watched until they pulled out of the neighborhood. Then, she went inside and turned off the porch light.

No sooner had she closed the door did it open back up again, Alexei breezing inside. He unbuttoned his jacket and tossed it over the hideous coat rack next to the door before turning to regard Eva with a wide smile.

“You look beautiful, Birdie!” He held out his hands, as if to display her to an unseen audience, “Spin, spin.”

Self-conscious, Eva let him take her hand and spin her in a circle, managing to keep her balance with the fickle hem of the gown. She couldn’t help but to share Alexei’s smile and strange excitement as he marveled at her dress.

“Its a Lazzaro?”

She nodded.

“I knew it,” he replied as he released her hand, “The color is lovely on you.”

“Thank you,” Eva said, unable to keep the suspicion from her voice.

Alexei rolled his eyes, “Learn to take a compliment, Eva.”

Odds were that wasn’t going to happen, but she nodded, anyway.

“What are you doing here?”

He shrugged, “Last minute meeting.”

“Ah.”

Josh called her name from the kitchen. Eva excused herself and picked up the hem of her dress so that she could answer her husband. As she cleared the doorway, a fist connected with her stomach. The air went out of her and she stumbled back a few steps. From her left, Alexei made a sound of surprise.

Eyes lifting to Josh’s angry face, Eva tried to get her lungs working again while she waited for him to start talking. In her periphery, she could see Myra moving from the dining room into the kitchen.

Alexei to her left. Myra in the distance to her right. Josh in front of her.

Not a single ally among them.

“You really are a bitch, aren’t you?” Josh spit.

Eva couldn’t draw the breath to respond. Leaned over, she pressed her hands to her aching belly. Josh watched her for a moment, then reared back and slapped her hard across the face. The blow sent her to the ground with an involuntary grunt. Her eyes teared, blurring her vision.

“I invite someone to our party. I introduce them to our friends. And, you let that cunt insult her to her face.”

“Joshie, please. Its late. Let’s discuss this tomorrow,” Myra’s voice sounded from her place on the other side of the island. It was low, calm. Pleading.

He ignored her, “You made me look like an idiot, Evangeline.”

If she weren’t in so much pain, Eva might be irritated with how he mouth formed her name. How he made it sound like trash. Like nothing. Blinking away tears, she tried to sit up only to be kicked in the side. Eva stayed down.

“We’re going to have to figure out a way to make it up to Lizzy.”

Alexei had moved closer, but not too close. He watched Josh tower over Eva with his arms crossed and one shoulder leaning against the wall. Eva kept her eyes down, knowing that looking anyone in the eyes would be seen as defiance.

Josh sniffed, “How are we going to do that, Eva?” When she didn’t answer, he kicked at her again, clipping her hip. “Hmm?”

Resting her weight on one thigh and her forearms, Eva steadied her breath and tried to think, “Bobbi Lynn was doing what every person in that room wanted to do.”

“What?”

She swallowed and continued, “You brought a woman to a party where you were supposed to be making a good impression with the DA. She made an assumption that, true or not, was exactly what the others assumed.”

Josh shifted on his feet, “And, what was that?”

Eva looked him in the eye, “That you’re sleeping with her.”

His jaw worked, “And if I am?”

She shrugged, “Doesn’t matter to me. But, it matters to them.”

Josh lifted a foot and the sole of his Italian leather shoe hit her hard in the shoulder, sending her sprawling, “The only things that matter to them are what I tell them matters.”

Staring up at the ceiling, Eva gave up any pretense of listening or answering. It wouldn’t do any good. She didn’t know why she thought it would.

A knock.

From the kitchen, “Oh, who could that be? Alexei, tell them to go away.”

Alexei sighed, “Can’t. We’re expecting them.”

“Who would we be expecting this late at night?”

Josh turned to glance at her, “Mother, you need to go. Leave through the garage. Don’t talk to anyone on the way out.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I told you to.”

Myra was making that face again, the face she made when she was angry with her son, “Josh, I have stood by while you have made some very strange decisions lately. But, your wife is right. There were a lot of people looking at you and that woman tonight. Important people.”

Another knock. Then, the doorbell rang.

“We’ll talk about this later,” Josh bit out, “Go.” Then, “Alexei, get the door.”

Eva stayed where she was. By now, her breaths were coming easier. Her body throbbed with pain, but it wasn’t enough to make her move. Whoever was at the door could walk right over her prone body for all she cared.

“Its rude to leave a guest on your doorstep.”

Of course he’s here.

Eva’s head rolled to the side in time to see Horacio notice her on the floor. His eyes narrowed and his chin lifted, but he didn’t say anything.

Unlike Josh.

“Mr. Jimenez. I apologize for the mess. Alexei, could you clean it up. You can meet us in The Lounge when you’re through.”

Alexei sucked his teeth, but moved to do Josh’s bidding. He walked up to her an offered Eva his hand. Reluctantly, Eva took it. She groaned as she sat up, wincing all the way. Alexei supported her arm and then her back as she stood. Then, he led her to the stairs.

Eva made it two steps before she tripped on the dress. Another four steps and she tripped again. Beside her, Alexei sighed with impatience. Deftly, he braced his weight and leaned down to haul her up into a bridal carry.

Looking over his shoulder, she caught a glimpse of Horacio walking towards the hallway with Josh. He wasn’t looking at her, but his expression was deeply unhappy. She imagined his scent had turned sharp and sour with it. With Josh’s mood, it was unlikely that he would notice.

Alexei deposited Eva in her room, “Do you need an ice pack?”

“No, thank you.”

He nodded, “Take off your dress. Get in a hot bath. Sleep. It will be better in the morning.”

Eva cast him a level look, “No, it won’t.”

Alexei opened his mouth the say something, then closed it. He nodded once more then turned and left her bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Eva stood there in a dress and was too heavy for about a minute and a half before she reached behind her and tugged down the zipper. She left the gown in a crumple on the floor while she worked on stripping off her undergarments. And then she took Alexei’s advice and got into a hot bath.

Sinking down into the water, Eva took stock of her injuries. There was bruising along her side and hip, but nothing was broken. Her face ached from the slap, but it wasn’t swelling  as much as the last time he’d hit her. This was good. She was almost out of make up and would need to make a run to the store soon if he was going to keep hitting her like this.

She laid there, very still, for a long time. When the water cooled, she drained some and ran more to heat the tub. Steam wafted towards the ceiling, partially obscuring her vision. Eva leaned her head back over the rim of the tub and once again stared at the ceiling.

It had no answers for her. Eva wasn’t even sure she had any questions. Nothing about what happened that night was unexpected. Josh was always a little manic after a party, keyed up by working the crowd and the deals he made. Usually, he’d call Alexei and they would go out. Blow off some steam. Sometimes, like tonight, he’d have more fight in him.

She tried to examine how she was feeling. It wasn’t much. There was pain, of course, but even that was dull. Eva supposed she should feel embarrassed that Horacio found her injured and laying on the floor of her entryway. She didn’t. He’d seen Josh’s work before, knew that he had what a lot of polite society would call ‘a temper’.

Even her ever present anger was banked back. If Eva reached down deep, she could find it. Her old friend. But, the roiling boil of rage was significantly cooled at the moment—nothing more than a low simmer.

Odd.

Rising, Eva dried off and pulled on her robe. She tightened the belt and she left the bathroom. As she crossed the floor, Eva caught her reflection in her floor length mirror.

Her hair was wet, dripping. Her skin looked sallow and there were dark shadows under her eyes. The fabric of her robe gaped, too big for her body. Eva touched the bone of her clavicle. It stuck out enough that she was able to dig her fingers into the hollow about an inch.

“You look like shit,” Eva said to the mirror.

Swiping her hand over her face, she turned from her reflection and sat on the end of her bed. The room was dark. She hadn’t bothered to turn on a light. But, the full moon cast blue tinted rays through the terrace doors.

She should sleep.

She wanted to sleep.

Her mind and body were so tired that she could fall unconscious while sitting up.

And yet, Eva remained awake.

Breathing.

For once, not thinking about anything in particular.

Just blissful nothingness.

A light knock at the terrace doors.

Eva cut a glance at them, her shoulders dropping as she clocked Horacio’s body blocking the moonlight. She rose and turned the deadbolt, opening the door. Horacio stepped inside and closed it softly behind him.

“You’re calm,” he murmured, “Most of the time you’re upset when I show up.”

Eva waved a hand at him, “I’m tired.” Then, “Why are you here?”

“Why am I here?” he asked, incredulous, “I’m here because I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Her eyes closed as she took a long breath. Okay. He wanted to make sure she was okay. Eva hadn’t been okay since she’d run into him on the street, since he’d sat across from her and called her pretty. Her orderly life was falling apart around her and all Eva could do was gather up all her resources and haul ass away from it.

“Eva,” Horacio breathed as he stepped closer. “Evangeline, tell me what to do.”

Eva opened her eyes and held out her hand to him. Horacio took it, moving into her space. She looked at his face, half cast in shadow. He was watching her closely, concern pulling his brows together. With her free hand, Eva reached up and smoothed the skin.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked in a low voice.

Pulling him down, Eva kissed him lightly. She leaned weight into his body, let him give her the comfort she’d been denying herself for so long that it felt unnatural. Eva pushed through the soreness until all the air left her lungs in a long, deeply needed sigh.

Horacio repeated his question as he kissed her brow, rested his cheek against her temple. Eva ignored him with another kiss. She swallowed his moan while she walked him over to her bed and pushed him down.

He caught her hips, stopped the motion that would put her on his lap. Eva resisted the hold, but he held her firm. She cast him a look of annoyance, a single brow lifting.

“Is this what you want?”

Eva shifted on her feet, startled by the steel in his tone. He stood, pulling her into his chest as his head dropped so that he could run his nose along her jawline. She felt him inhale—felt his chest expand, felt the air move against her skin.

“I’ll give it to you, if its what you want,” Horacio said, “I will give you whatever you want.”

God, he was serious. Eva could see it written all over his face. The man standing in front of her would do absolutely anything she asked of him. Happily. She felt for the first time what it was like to have that kind of control, to direct her will wherever she wanted.

It felt wrong.

Licking her lips, Eva met his eyes, “I’m going to get out.”

Horacio almost smiled, “Let me help you.”

She shook her head, “I can handle that. I need you to keep him busy. Alexei, too.”

His chin lifted and he looked down his nose at her, “Already doing that.”

“Good,” Eva replied, “Then, I just need a little time.”

“No.”

“What?”

“No,” he said, more firmly this time, “You’re not making any moves.”

“Why not?”

“Because your husband is pushing up his timeline. I have until the weekend to get him the raw materials for his new project. He says he’s in a rush.”

Eva’s gaze dropped as she processed this new information.

Horacio’s eyes narrowed, “Do you know why his plans changed?”

Jaw clenched, Eva nodded.

“Tell me...please.”

She inhaled, “He wants to retire. Go live in that farm house where he took your men. Have babies.”

Horacio made a noise that was almost angry, “Is he—did he…” He stopped and started again, “When?”

Eva shrugged, “Soon, I think. Once the renovations to the house are done.”

He looked away, tongue rolling over his bottom lip, “He’s reaching out to contractors.”

“Yes,” then, “I assume you’re trying to get a team together.”

A nod.

“Good,” she replied, hoping he was successful, “So, that’s what he’s planning.”

Horacio’s jaw set, “Nothing changes. You’re not making any moves until I tell you.”

Eva glared at him, “You don’t get to make that decision.”

He turning to the side, Horacio’s lip curled, “I don’t?”

She recognized her mistake as soon as the words left his mouth. This was not some shop girl overstepping her role, nor was it an errant employee that needed to be checked. Eva was standing in front of someone who was willing to put himself in the hands of people like her husband and his best friend. Who believed so much in taking down the bad guy enough to put his life on the line.

Horacio cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him, “Eva, I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe. But, you have to stop working against me.” Her denial was cut off with a harsh sound, “I know you’re afraid. I know you don’t trust me. Not yet. That’s okay. Expected.”

He paused, gauging her reaction. Eva stared at him, hanging on every word, every minuscule twitch in his expression. Horacio was deadly serious.

“There will be a time when you can do what you’re planning to do. I will even help you. I need you to hold still until I tell you its time. Can you do that? For me? Please.”

Please.

Eva chewed on her tongue as she debated her options.

“Please, Evangeline.”

She nodded.

He kissed her in thanks. Eva savored it, her hands sliding into his hair. He groaned softly as he wrapped his arms around her waist. His scent swirled around her, growing thicker by the second. She ran her hand down the back of his head and over the nape of his neck, detouring to the gland behind his ear. With firm pressure, Eva rubbed a wide circle over the sensitive flesh.

Horacio hissed. His arms tightened and his head tipped back in pleasure. Eva had a fraction of a second to enjoy the way he leaned into her hand before her side cried out as a reminder that she’d been kicked rather hard a few hours before.

She yelped, bracing her hands on his chest. Horacio looked down at her in question before the realization visibly washed over him. With perfunctory movements, he tugged free the tie of her robe and opened it.

If he was surprised by her nudity, he didn’t show it. His gaze was almost clinical as he prodded the growing bruise on her skin. Eva let him look, unashamed. She expected her would be angry, maybe renew his request to take her out of the house.

He didn’t.

Horacio dropped to a knee. A broad palm caressed every so gently over her injuries. And then he leaned forward and kissed the skin where her bruises were deepest. Eva couldn’t breathe as she locked eyes with him. She also couldn’t look away.

He stood and carefully closed her robe, holding her gaze the whole time. His forehead touched hers, warm and more comfort than any platitude.

“When this is over. When I have him. I will hurt him in ways he will remember for the rest of his life.”

Eva laid her hand on his cheek, “I believe you.”

Someone was coming up the stairs. Suddenly, there was gun in his hand and it was aimed at the door. Voices filtered through it. Alexei and Josh were laughing about something, possibly drunk.

She touched Horacio’s arm, urging him to lower it, “You have to go.”

Horacio hesitated a moment, but dropped his arm. As he tucked the weapon into his waistband, he fixed her with a firm look, “In a few days, I’ll send you a message at the library.”

“I’ll make sure I get it.”

He dropped another lingering kiss to her mouth, “Be still.”

And then he was gone and Eva had nothing left to do but crawl into bed and try to sleep.

[analogwriting]

WE’RE SO BACK (and so doomed)

Read the 2 newest chapters this morning and omg. You dont know how happy I am … had me giggling n shit

Tbh when I first read the chapter I didn’t think much of the vivre card, but seeing the other anon message… ohhhh you… when I catch you…..its over

but OMG THE PLOT TWIST,, MYRA??? I forgive her honestly, not kese tho. Im glad hes gone now. Cant stand his ass and he wasnt even there for most of the story 💀😭

andandadn KILLER UHGJMMMDMFNMG😭😭💔💔💔 Will never forgive oda for the events in wano.. poor man didnt deserve it 😔 But like the scenes in chapter 16??? Where he grabs our hips (as usual)???? the forehead kiss!,?!?!!? THE PHOTOGRAPH??!? I’ll never get over it, seriously. Keeping the photograph in his helmet is something killer would canonically do

but also the way hes so hurt from what happened and the guilt he feels for hurting us, yeowch. I love it so much, I wish we could give him all the kisses in the world

I really really hope we find a cure to the smile fruit, I want killer to have emotion :(( butNOOOO im so sad we’re already leaving them so early, and especially knowing what happens to the kid pirates after they depart from wano… its gonna be a while

(Pleasee i want our happy ending DONT DO THIS 😭😭😭😭😭😭)

anywyas ill be re-reading chapter 16 until the next one is released, as always, amazing work!!! Im eating up every chapter 🫶🫶🫶

-long rants anon

eheheheh this is some good shit to wake up to frfr YOU got ME giggling n shit forreal. all these asks always do. as well as a lil cackling when y'all losing it 😏😏

i will never forgive oda for that forreal. 😤😤 the fact that's it's almost been a year since we've been him in the manga too 🥲 shit got me WORRIED. (oda pls bring back my hunkidy do and my emo bbg PLEASE 😭😭)

angst n pain is all I knoooow. glad it's tearing you to shreds, means im doing a good job eheheheh n thank you so much for the tears compliments!! ❤️❤️

[kits-shrine]

The wolf watched her curiously.

The child just sat there enjoying being away from being paraded around to adults that offered her empty compliments meant more for her father than herself. She stiffened when clipped footsteps were heard approaching and she quickly stood dusting herself off and resuming the mask of the perfect little lady. "Victoria dear, what are you doing back here?" Myra asked sickly sweet.

Victoria offered the matron a polite smile "Just stretching my legs a little on the way to the bathroom Mrs. Stone." Creepy old bat. She thought hiding a grimace as Myra's long nails lightly dipped into her shoulder in 'friendly' pat. "Well don't stay away too long. We've got out fresh treats, doesn't that sound nice?"

"Yes ma'am." She replied automatically even as Myra pulled her a little closer "I am sad your poor mother couldn't join us today. Is she feeling too ill today?" Such an innocent question from a woman that was anything but. Victoria tried not to show her discomfort or sadness as she again replied a quiet "Yes ma'am."

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YRKKH 11th June 2025 Written Update: Smiles, Lies & Little Spies

YRKKH 11th June 2025 Written Update: Smiles, Lies & Little Spies: Myra Plays Cupid in Abhira’s Life. Today in Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai Written Update, Abhira, playing Florence Nightingale with extra sass, asks Myra why she’s upset—probably expecting a kiddish pout. But nope, Myra hits back with a real bouncer: “Did you get separated from your parents too?” Yikes. Emotional cricket at its best. Abhira, rattled but pretending to be calm, asks for her parents’ number so she can call them. Simple, right? Wrong. Cut to Geetanjali and Armaan, running around like headless chickens trying to “locate” Myra—as if she’s a wild Pokémon they forgot to catch. Fake Numbers & Fuzzier Families Abhira manages to find Myra’s father’s number—spoiler alert—it doesn’t work. Then, she tries to get Geetanjali’s number. Myra, with the IQ of a baby Einstein, gives her a fake one. Honestly, this kid could win awards for being suspiciously smooth. Kaveri proudly calls Myra “clever,” but Vidya shuts her up—classic Poddar family energy: praise, then instantly panic. Abhira decides to be the adult (again) and take Myra back to the cultural fest. But Myra, the tiny rebellion in action, refuses. She thinks Armaan will drag her to Mount Abu—which might sound fancy to us, but to her, it probably screams boarding school horror. So she clings to Abhira like a koala in crisis. Abhira informs the event organizer and takes Myra home, because clearly, the rest of the family thinks babysitting is beneath them. Myra, though, already starts seeing Abhira as a sugar-sprinkled cinnamon bun. Aww. Police, Please Calm Armaan Elsewhere, Armaan decides to yell at the cops. Because obviously, if you're upset, yelling at law enforcement is the smart choice (it’s not). The inspector tells him to zip it. Geetanjali pulls Armaan back like a seasoned politician handling a rookie, and he’s forced to mutter a sorry. Gritted teeth, bruised ego, but hey, it works. When they learn Myra is with Abhira, Armaan gets her number and attempts to call her. But... Plot twist: Abhira’s phone dies. Literally. No battery. Armaan, now in full Bollywood hero mode, assumes she switched it off on purpose. Sir, relax. It's not that deep. House of Bonding (And Mild Mayhem) Abhira reaches home with Myra, only to be ungracefully dumped with childcare duties by Vidya and Kaveri. While they watch from the sidelines like judges at a parenting contest, Myra throws the cutest chaos. She bumps into gifts and asks about “Pookie” (who?!). Abhira's like, “Don’t touch!” The little girl shrugs and asks why she’s being such a grump. Valid question. Then comes the food fight—emotionally, not literally. Myra refuses to eat, because obviously, hungry drama queens run in the show’s DNA. Meanwhile, Geetanjali asks if they should involve the Poddars. Armaan gives a hard pass. Instead, he wants to contact his friends. Good call. Less chaos, fewer Kaveris. Budding Bonds & Smiling Lessons As the day softens, so does everyone’s heart. Myra begins to melt the ice around Abhira, Kaveri, and Vidya. She talks about Geetanjali and how she wishes she were her mom. Abhira compliments Myra’s smile, and Myra—bless her tiny soul—says, “You should try smiling too.” The roast? “Even my papa doesn’t know how to smile properly.” Boom. Emotional damage served on a child-sized plate. And just when it all seems peaceful... Precap Thunder Abhira narrates a fairy tale to Myra. The kid asks, “Does the prince return to the queen?”—a not-so-subtle jab at Abhira’s royal mess of a love life. As she smiles at the thought, ding dong, enter Armaan—bringing a storm, a confrontation, or maybe… a royal shocker? - Myra is a legend in the making. - Abhira deserves a nap, a hug, and a working charger. - Armaan, please, for once—don’t yell. Stay tuned. Someone’s definitely about to cry tomorrow—and this time, it might not be the child. Read the full article

[myra-the-ishkia]

▤ - Falling asleep on them

Myra blinked twice, feeling a warm weight press into her side. "Hm..?" She turned her attention away from the book she had been practically nose-deep in, to see the Paripus leaning against her.

Concern flashed in her eyes for a moment. Was he okay? Was something wrong? Was he ill?-

It wasn't until she took notice of his soft breathing that she paused her worry train and made the connection that...

He's asleep.

A soft smile washed away the worried look on her face. He's fine. She wasn't sure what possessed him to fall asleep right here, on her. But she found it endearing. It was almost like a silent compliment in her eyes; being comfortable enough to rest next to someone. To deem it safe enough to lower your guard. To trust someone enough.

Was it an accident? Most likely. But she didn't mind.

And so, as she slowly drifted her attention back to the pages of her book, the Ishkia stretched one of her larger wings to wrap around him. A mix of a blanket and a shield from the lights.

She didn't need to be anywhere anytime soon...So she might as well get comfortable.