#I’ll dm you once I have a piece in mind! ^-^

[tojiscrack]

wherever you are right now, good morning/evening/night… that was a mouthful, but i’m not sure how else to start this.

it sounds serious, i know, it’s not, don’t worry, but i like being dramatic, haha, you know me ;) i have a small announcement to make — i say ‘small’ ‘cause it really can be done in one or two short sentences, but i’d like to give you some context and reasoning because i care about every single one of you reading this, all 470 of you, and i’d hate to leave you without an explanation.

i’m mainly addressing my LL (liar, liar) readers, ‘cause i seem to have a big following and a large number of people who interact with me because of that piece of work, but this also goes out to the very few people (and i’m not being dramatic when i say very few people, lol) who are loyal readers of SOANO (start of a new obsession).

i am going on hiatus.

yeah, i know, boo, tomatoes, the story was just getting started 😠 , etc, etc.

and i apologise.

genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, i’m truly, deeply sorry.

you’ve been forced to tolerate my extremely sporadic updates that were only just starting to get better (some updates would come weekly, whereas others would take two more weeks, but never an entire month like before). i really am sorry. i know what it feels like to enjoy a story and then be left on a cliffhanger (of sorts?) when the author goes on a hiatus — mini or not.

i think this long message will answer most of the questions you have in mind, the first being ‘how long will you be on hiatus for?’. and i do have a straight answer for that:

five months.

i know, it’s a lot. again, i apologise. i can’t apologise enough, but let’s keep the questions going.

the one i know you’re all wondering — why am i going on hiatus in the first place?

just to be clear (for those of you who have genuinely become close friends with me through interactions) i’m alive, healthy, and well! i’m not falling out of love with writing, i’ve not fallen out of love with LL or SOANO (no matter how slow the updates for the latter seems to be) and i’m not feeling pressured by writing either of these stories for you all!

the reason is quite simple… school :/ exams. MAJOR ones.

when i started writing SOANO, i was around 15 years old (give or take a few?) and i had no major exams at all to focus on. halfway through writing SOANO, i was met with my first set of important exams at 16. for those of you who are not british and/or not aware of the uk education system, GCSE’s are the exams that dictate which sixth-form college you go to. college, as in, not university-college, but the last two years of high school (junior + senior year) that are the only two years of sixthform/college.

when i started writing LL, i was in my first year of college at 17 (this time last year), and so the only ‘major’ exams i had were mock exams that would prep me for my university predicted-grades. i am now in my second (and final) year of college, and the exams during may and june will dictate the rest of my life. that includes which uni i go to, whether i’ll even go to uni at all, what course i’ll take at uni if i do end up going, etc.

you get the idea. these are important exams. the most important ones that i’ll ever have to sit this year, and starting tomorrow, i have 130 days to turn my very-average-grades around to three A’s (or perhaps two A’s and a B) to get into my desired uni.

unfortunately, i can’t do that if i spend most of my time writing up very lengthy chapters for you.

why can’t i split my time accordingly, even if it means going back to the once-a-month updates? because i am so incredibly, stupidly behind on content for the courses i’m taking right now that i can’t even afford to waste 30 minutes on doing anything other than praying and studying. that’s just the sad truth of it.

again, i’d like to apologise for the inconvenience. i’ve received so many lovely dm’s from so many of you (and i answer every single one, you know that) and in the conversations that many of us have had together, a lot of you use the story (LL) as a safe haven, an escape from your own messy school lives, almost in the same way that i use it to escape my messy school life. some of you have mentioned that you pull all-nighters simply to reread it all as if you’re reading it for the first time. a few of you have mentioned how this story was an escape from the tragic events of canon, which was exactly what i intended for it to be like during the planning process, and i’m still so overwhelmed and flattered by the growing love i’ve received from both old and new LL readers.

will the story be temporarily taken down?

absolutely not.

i considered it for a time, but after acknowledging those comments i mentioned above, i decided that what’s left of LL right now (170k+ words divided in 10 chapters) can still be a safe haven for you whenever you need it. i also knew that i wanted everything to look the same for when i’d return in late-june of this year. leaving it up would also mean that newer readers (future readers) would join the family too, and we love a full house ;)

will i still be active on tumblr during the hiatus?

yes! maybe not as frequently as before (like answering messages in my inbox every day) but i’ll definitely be active enough to get through any messages, comments, asks, etc, within the span of a week for sure. you can still tell me about your shitty day in my inbox, you can still vent to me about an encounter with a guy you hate in my dm’s, and you can definitely still send in silly things about LL or SOANO. i’ll still be active, it’ll be like i never left, only, without the fortnite-ly (not a word, i’m well aware) updates.

LL’s one year anniversary is coming up in a couple of days, and i wanted to release a new chapter in time for it, but looking at my exams and how much cramming i’m already going to have to do for it without writing on top of that… i reluctantly acknowledged that it just won’t be possible.

i think i’ve addressed everything… this is a little awkward now, lol.

once again, i apologise for any hurt or inconveniences i might’ve caused, but i myself don’t enjoy the idea of not writing for 5 months any better than you probably do. 0-0 i enjoy writing, it never felt like a chore to me, and i’m going to miss it during the next 5 months that i’ll be spending alone, grinding overtime like hermione granger…

please wait for me, my little liars <3

love, mother hen sumaya

[honeytama]

Please don’t keep me waiting.

Noah Sebastian X Reader (uses she/her pronouns, referred to as a girl)

A/N: This is my first time writing for THE attractive, tall man. Your girl is a new fan <3 Feel free to lore dump on me in my asks/dms. This piece is hella self indulgent, because all I want is a detailed tattoo tour from Noah himself. 🧎🏻‍♀️

Summary: Twitch streaming a tattoo tour with your best friend and his viewers catch on to your natural chemistry. Noah notices a change in your demeanor due to their comments and bugs you for a talk in private once the camera is off.

Content: Use of y/n, fem!reader, fluffy things, very slight angst. This fic lacks smut, but my content is intended for an adult audience, MDNI.

Word Count: 1k

“You can take my chair,” your best friend, Noah, pushes his gaming chair in your direction. You thank him and shyly slide into his chair. You notice your feet slightly dangle above the carpet in his bedroom.

Noah had pulled in a chair from his dining table and sat next to you excitedly while pulling up his account to go live.

“Y/N, I’m so fuckin’ happy you agreed to stream with me today,” he exclaims while clicking about his screen. “It’s been forever since we’ve gotten to hang together just us two, huh?” He smiles, turning to look at your face.

You smile back, of course, even though you couldn’t keep yourself from fidgeting in your seat out of nervousness. Well it won’t just be the two of us, you think. This was your first time on stream with him and you noticed from past streams that his viewers. always loved when he had a guest on; you just hope they’ll love you too.

“You ready?” He asks.

“Mhmm,” is what you manage before he clicks “Start Streaming” and a window with “Stream Starting Soon” pops up in front of you.

“I’ll just give, like, five minutes for people to start coming in before we actually start,” he reassures. “What did you want to do on stream? Your choice since it’s your first time.” He leans in towards you.

“We could do—“, you hum and your eyes search across his bedroom for ideas. Your eyes land on his thigh. He’s wearing shorts today and his Itachi tattoo sparks your idea.

“You’ve never done a tattoo tour have you?” You smile excitedly.

“You just want me to take off my shirt, huh?” He laughs and sways into your shoulder.

You blush. Of course I do, you think. “I’m being serious! Also, isn’t that TOS? I don’t think you can flash your nips online, Noah.”

He laughs, “Fine, I think it’s a good idea. I’ll show off as long as you show yours too.” He points toward your forearms.

“Noah,” you whine. “They don’t know me. They’re not interested in mine.”

“Well you better get ready, because we’re starting.”

In less than a second, your faces appear on the screen along with his stream layout.

Comments started off with “heys and hellos”, but got a little apprehensive to you after a minute.

I thought it would just be you :/

Wishing that were me omg

Who’s the girl?

Noah introduces you to his viewers, “Hello hello. This is Y/N, they’re my company for today. She’s been one of my best friends for years and she came up with today’s stream idea. We’ll both be showing off our tattoos, talking about them, and answering questions if you have them.”

You spent an hour with him as he showed off his neck, arms, and hands to the camera. You watched as his fingers brushed against his own skin to show different parts of his arms. You can’t help but imagine his hands caressing you in the same way.

As time passed, you and Noah shared flirtatious banter and inside jokes. The comments started to warm up and even encouraged the way you two interacted.

Aww love that he gave her his chair, so cute

The way he looks at her omg

She can’t stop looking at his hands SAME

You read the comments as they floated up his screen. While it warmed your heart to know that his fans felt comfortable about your relationship with Noah, you couldn’t help but have negative thoughts intrude your mind about what could happen if you ever pursued him.

“Y/N, show some of yours,” he whispers to you once he’s finished. Before you can retaliate, he softly places a hand on your arm. He turns it to the inside, which shows an illustrated piece of a black cat right under the crease of your elbow.

So cuuuute

Love! I also have a cat tattoo

You smile toward the sweet comments in chat. Noah gives you a look of I told you so before mentioning that they’d be ending the steam after you showed off the tattoos you felt comfortable with.

— — —

The stream has ended and you’re left sitting in silence with him next to you.

“So, what’d you think?” He pushes his hair back before finally looking at you from his screen. “Hey, are you feeling okay?”

He watches as you frown and deny eye contact. He reaches across your lap to put a hand on your knee. He pulls you and you spin to face him so your knees touch.

“Will you please talk to me?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” you mutter. “It’s just— a lot of different feelings came up for me, and I don’t know what to think.”

“Like what? The chat, my fans, they loved you. I thought you were having as much fun as I was. I saw you smiling when they said we were cute together.” He grins while placing his hands in yours. You look down at them in your lap.

“I want to be cute together in more than just a friend way,” you admit. “I’m sorry.” You shut your eyes and squeeze his hands.

“Please don’t apologize for that, Y/N,” he huffs. His thumb brushes back and forth against the back of your hand, “I feel the same way, but I guess was scared to admit that, too.”

You explain to him how the idea of ruining your friendship haunts you or how he might feel pressure to have you in the public eye. “I just wish I told you so much sooner. It would have made things easier.”

“I’m ready to try now if you are.” He smiles softly while wiping a tear from your cheekbone. “In fact, I know where a couple of nerds like us could go on our first date,” he gushes and raises his brows teasingly.

You already know you’re headed to your favorite arcade bar with him at your side by the weekend. The thought of you being able to be closer than ever calms your nerves and gives you hope for your future together.

[snowyquokka]

cw: mentions of s/h scars, insecurities, hurt/comfort, soft chan, 3rd person fem pov, swearing, mentions of body worship, small caps on purpose (please let me know if i missed any)

wc: 0.7k

a.n - HUGE DISCLAIMER. please please refrain from reading if you’re sensitive to any of the topics above. this is meant to be a vent post and NOT glorification of s/h, mental illnesses, ect. feel free to scroll if necessary. and if you want/need to talk my dms are always open. i love you all <3

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looking at herself in the mirror, y/n sighs. she ghosts her fingertips over the lines of scar tissue littering her outer thigh, each one a reminder of every time she’s struggled.

each one proof that she overcame them. that she survived.

even though she knows this she can’t help but critique them, and herself.

how could she have been so weak, so fragile that she let her thoughts and feelings consume her life so much to the extent that she broke.

fortunately for her, there had always someone there that picked up the shards of her soul that had been scattered around. he glued them back together with his love and overtime handed her heart back in one piece, almost as if it never was broken in the first place.

“hi baby,” chris greets as rests his chin on her shoulder, dragging her out of her thoughts.

“hey,” she mumbles, continuing to run her fingers over the length of a particularly large scar. her boyfriend’s hands move to hold her hips, afraid that if he lets go she’ll slip through his fingers.

“what did i tell you about that, hm?” his voice is low and gentle as he scans over her body. the same body that he quite literally worships, always reassuring her of his adoration.

y/n sighs and pinches her eyes shut so she doesn’t have to look at him as she replies, “criticizing them is almost as bad as creating them.”

chris pulls y/n closer before whispering into her ear, as if they weren’t the only ones in the room. “exactly. now look at me, baby.” y/n shakes her head, feeling too embarrassed.

“baby girl. look at me.” chris manages to keep his composure despite feeling about a dozen emotions at once. though, it’s not the first time she’s been like this and they both know that it won’t be the last. he’s never minded it, actually, and never will. he would rather her talk about her urges then act on them. however, he’d never let that happen as long as he’s alive.

y/n lifts her gaze to meet his in the mirror, watching as his lips curl into his familiar, warm smile.

“there she is,” he murmurs, “can i?” chris’s hand creeps down from her waist to her leg where her shorts are raised, her insecurities on display for him.

she nods as she leans back against his chest. she follows his fingers as they trace over the largest scar tainting her skin.

“no matter how many times i see them, i’m never going to stop loving them. loving you. but you know this already, don’t you baby?” y/n nods. of course she knows, chris doesn’t give her a moment to doubt- or even forget his words. and he never will.

“you’re strong, y’know that? you are so very strong. and i know you hate hearing it but it’s the truth. you persevered and even though it pains me to admit it, you did it all on your own. that takes guts, baby.” chris buries his face in her neck, placing soft kisses on the column of her throat.

they stay like this for a while: his arms wrapped around her as he sways back and forth. he finally breaks the silence after he turns her to face him. he cups her jaw before placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“c’mon. let me run you a bath, yeah? i’ll make you some tea too.” y/n nods and smiles at him.

“thank you,” she laces their fingers together.

“for what, baby?”

“for loving me,” chris frowns slightly and pulls her into a comforting embrace, engulfing her in his warmth.

“you don’t ever need to feel the need to thank me for that, okay? i’ll always be here.”

whoever said that you can’t love somebody else until you love yourself was a fucking liar. chris is walking proof of this

[milla-frenchy]

Thunder

2k9 | Joel Miller x fem reader x Tess Servopoulos Chapt summary: you’re threatened and rebel against Joel Warnings: 18+ mdni. Noncon/dubcon (captivity, threats), dark FF, threesome (FFM), oral (m/f), fisting, degradation, spanking, spitting, slapping, squirting, light rimming, piv, facials, angst, mentions of dvp, anal and gangbang Writer chose not to use all warnings. If you need to know before you read, DM me a/n: reader's girlfriend is described as “she/her” in italics Heed the warnings. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, do not pursue reading. This fic isn't for everyone, and that's ok. I don't condone any of this. Thank you @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog for beta-ing and listening to me whine 😄💕🫶 The Prodigy - Thunder | playlist | ao3 | series masterlist

Main masterlist - Part 3

You woke up in the middle of the night, hearing moans. Thinking Joel, Tommy or one of the guards was with her. You went to the bathroom to get a glass of water but froze when you heard a moan you didn't recognize. Feminine. Your throat tightened. No other women from the camp had come to your house since you arrived. You moved closer to the half-open bedroom door. The light of the moon allowed you to discern their bodies. Her face was between a woman’s thighs and this woman was holding her head against her pussy. Her back was arched with pleasure. 

Before you had time to figure out what to do, a hand covered your mouth to stop you from screaming in surprise. Joel. You didn't even hear him come up the stairs. He nodded towards your bedroom and closed the door behind you two once you entered. Your heart was beating way too fast, because of…jealousy? Fuck.

“Who is she?” you managed to ask, trying to keep your feelings to yourself.

“Her name’s Tess. She’s not so much into dicks. She loves cunts. And she loves your girlfriend’s cunt,” he added, “sorry baby, you should get used to it. She’ll fuck you too.”

You tried to remain impassive again. Even if he gave you too much information. Much more than you wanted to hear and could handle.

“I’ve never seen her before.”

“She runs another camp for me. She's like Tommy, let's say. And she loves pussy as much as he does”, he smirked.

You felt a spike sink into your heart.

“Looks like someone’s jealous” he chuckled, before saying “come suck my dick, it’ll change your mind.”

You knelt down and took his cock in your mouth, trying to forget. But even when he shot his cum all over your face, you couldn't think of anything else.

The next day, you tried to behave as usual with her. It wasn’t a normal world, nor a normal life. You were just bodies available to raiders. You had just never imagined that women could be raiders, too. 

So when she placed her hand on yours in the kitchen, you tried not to tense up. Not to remove yours. You knew that you were unfair in your feelings, but you had the impression that the only thing that brought sweetness in your life no longer belonged to you.

A guard came to take you to the fuckhouse, as you called it now. You didn't expect to see Joel and Tess there.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered. You didn't move, your eyes fixed on Tess.

“The fuck are you waiting for?  Get undressed.”

“I can’t…I can’t fuck her.”

And for the first time, she spoke to you, but you wished she hadn't when you heard her response.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be in charge. I'm gonna fuck you, you'll just have to take it. See if you’re worth it.”

They both were looking at you like you were a piece of meat, and you resigned yourself to undress.

“Come on baby. A mouth is a mouth, right?” he said. At that moment, you hated him.

You lay down on your back and she came to settle between your thighs. Your body and mind were closed, and you were mechanically waiting for her to do what she wanted. Joel was leaning against the window sill. That guy had immense self control. You thought about it every time he watched you being fucked by his men, usually coming last to rail you and mix his cum with the spend of those who’d used you before him.

Tess’s tongue along your folds made you forget about Joel. You didn't want to cum. You didn't want to give her that part of you. But her tongue was soft and precise, she knew exactly where to slide, where to linger. When she added a finger and started sucking your clit, you almost forgot your convictions. Two fingers slid into your now sopping pussy, fucking you gently. She had already found the right spot and you were struggling to hold back your moans. Her tongue swirled delicately on your clit, sometimes giving way to her lips which came to suck it. Within minutes, you were drooling on the bed. When she added a third finger, you muttered a “fuck…” and heard Joel chuckle. You were so focused on your sensations that you didn't even react to him, finally accepting the pleasure your body felt building. Your lower abdomen was hotter than ever.

“Make that slut squirt,” Joel said. You heard her laugh against your pussy. A laugh that meant “of course she’s going to squirt.” She showed such confidence. You saw her as a female version of Joel, and you might have feared her almost more than him.

She had barely started licking your clit again when you felt like you were losing all control over your body, and you squirted for the first time in your life, feeling like you were drowning the mattress. Your cheeks were hot, ashamed of having given her more than anyone else.

Tess didn't stop her movements and pushed a fourth finger into your pussy.

“Wait, what…what are you doing?”

“Oh, you’re gonna give me more than that, baby.”

You saw Joel take off his clothes and position himself behind her, spanking her to make her put her ass up.

When he was sliding his cock into her pussy, he didn't take his eyes off you. She raised her face for a few seconds and stopped licking your clit, getting used to Joel's cock. You saw her face, her eyes closed in pleasure. Joel’s gaze was still fixed on you. It was the first time you saw him from that angle, buried in a pussy. His broad shoulders, his biceps, all his muscles tightened. 

Instantly, she followed the same rhythm with her fingers in your pussy as his dick in hers. ​

“I thought you weren’t into dicks?” you dared to ask. Joel froze inside her to let her respond, hands on her hips. You knew he was buried deep inside her. You knew he loved that, these moments where he displayed his dominance by being buried in a cunt, the woman full of his cock. 

She smiled when he stopped, fully aware of what he was doing, too.

“Not so much. But sometimes I like to get fucked, and well…he’s the boss, right? By the way, your roommate has a really nice pussy. And she knows how to eat one, too.”

She fucking winked at you just before Joel started fucking her again, slowly. He kept looking at you, and you hated the smug look on their faces, the way they didn't care about you or your feelings.

When she rested her lips against your clit, her moans made you vibrate and a second orgasm swept through you, without you feeling it coming. You felt physically exhausted. Emptied. But she still didn't stop, and Joel fucked her gently so as not to hinder her movements. You felt spread apart like never before, and she pushed four of her fingers deeper. You couldn't believe it when you squirted again. 

“Fuck, did you see that, Joel?” she chuckled. “The bitch is wrecked.”

She spat on your pussy even though the sounds of her four digits sliding inside you left no doubt that you were wet. Soaked. And she added her thumb to the other fingers, squeezing them together as closely as possible, to let you get used to it. Then moving deeper.

“What are you doing? Stop it, please, you’re gonna hurt me. Please…”

But she didn't stop, and even added “told you, you’re gonna take it.”

You realized finally what she was talking about. And you thought that you could never take her whole hand.

“Don’t worry, you’ll take it”, Joel said. “We fucked your cunt with two dicks, multiple times. If you had been a whore, you’d have earned a lot of money with that pussy, baby.” He was reveling in the situation, you could see it in his eyes.

She spat again, twice. On your pussy and on her hand. Continuing to push. You felt your folds spread apart painfully, until the knuckle of her outstretched hand bumped against your pussy. She leaned down, sucking on your clit, then swirling the tip of her tongue over it. While continuing to lightly push her hand in you.

“Give her another one, baby. Come on her hand. Be a good girl, give it to her. And give it to me. Come on, baby.”

His praise was turning you on. You thought about all those times they fucked you with two cocks. Joel and Tommy's dicks opening you up, and your pussy accepting them. You came again, your moans almost becoming screams. And she pushed more, making your pussy give way. You felt torn apart. She didn't stop until her hand was down to her wrist. “Oh fuck, fuck!” you shouted. 

You felt full. Fuller than with two cocks in your pussy. And you hoped none of the men would think about fisting you, because her slender hand was already spreading you apart more than you thought was possible.

Although you were getting used to it and the sensation was now giving you way too much pleasure for your liking.

You started to moan again, and her hand began sliding in more easily. 

“Shit that’s hot”, growled Joel. “I’m gonna fuck her now. Not sure I’ll feel something though”. Your cheeks heated at his degrading words.

She withdrew her hand gently and brought it back to Joel's mouth while he was still buried inside her. He licked her fingers as he was looking at you.

“Get on all fours”, he told you.

You got on your hands and knees and she laid down in front of you, her pussy level with your face. Joel spanked you, sensing your reluctance. “Better make her come,” he said, menacingly. He pressed down on your head to put your face against her pussy. You submitted, ass in the air. He spread your ass cheeks with his hands and licked you, from your pussy to your ass. When he took his cock in his hand to thrust into you, hands clinging to your hips, your tongue was buried in her pussy. Her hands held your face against her.

“Fuck, should have told Tommy to join us to feel something. Seems like the whole camp banged you.” You held back your tears when you heard him. Thinking about what your life had become since he’d captured you. Even though you knew it could have been worse. It can always be worse, right? But that time, his words hit you right in the heart. He wanted to hurt you, and you didn't know why. Was he jealous of your relationship with her?

He pulled out, and tugged on your legs so you lay down. He placed all his weight on you, crashing you under his weight without mercy, leaving only his legs on the bed against your tightened thighs. He pressed your face against her pussy again, growling in your ear as he thrusted.

“Spread wider”, he told Tess. And he stuck his fingers in her pussy while you licked her clit. She moaned, louder and louder.

“Come for us, baby”, he told her. He spoke in a softer tone when he addressed her. And once again your heart was pricked. He was trying to hurt you.

When she came, she held your face against her, and her pussy jerked against Joel's fingers.

“On your knees, both of you. Open up, tongues out.”

You knelt as he physically dominated both of you, jerking his cock with his hand until he came all over your tongues.

You came home, and when you entered her bedroom, her things were gone. You ran down the stairs wanting to go back to the fuckhouse, but Joel was already coming.

“Inside”, he ordered you, grabbing your elbow.

“Where is she?”

“She’s moving to Tess’s camp. Tonight.” 

You couldn't believe it. You couldn't believe he was acting like this, when he had always been, if not affectionate, at least never cruel.

“Why are you doing this? You think it’s easy for us here? Or you don’t even care for a fucking second?”

“Tess needs a new toy. I don't think your girlfriend is upset about going there, anyway.”

And you felt something switch inside you. You couldn't let him and Tess take her away from you. You couldn't imagine living here anymore, without her. Without her arms and lips to warm your body and soul at night. A cold anger gripped you, and you let it possess your entire mind.

“If it’s her wish to leave with Tess, fine. But if you force her...I swear to God I’ll turn this place to ashes and when you come to this house, you’ll find me dead in her bed. As a reminder that you lost everything because of your actions."

You saw his face tighten in surprise, and his breath stopped for a moment.

“You’re just a bitch. And you know where those who misbehave end up.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, really. ‘Cos you love my cunt too much to put me in the shithouse. There aren't many women here. In this house, it’ll be just me, if you make her leave. I saw two women the day I arrived. There are two women in the shithouse. So five women. Maybe a couple more that had kids and I don’t know them. What are you gonna do when you have only three women? two women? zero? Fuck your guards? Oh yeah, well… a mouth is a mouth right? So are holes.”

He slapped you. Stronger than he had ever done the other times, where it was more like a dominance sex game than anything else. You brought your hand to your hot cheek, and you couldn't help but smirk.

“Finally”, you said. “Finally, Joel the cold-blooded raider, is losing his cool.”

A second slap hit you, even harder than the first one, proving you were right. He called one of his guards through the window to watch over you, and left.

She didn't leave the camp. That evening, she returned to your house. You saw her coming back, when you were in the warehouse where he had locked you. 

You knew your rebellion would have consequences. You didn't wait long to find out which one exactly. When a machete hit the wooden table, you were relieved that Joel only cut your little finger off.

After cauterizing your wound, he left you there until the next day. 

When he picked you up and brought you to the fuckhouse, your throat tightened. Your little finger wouldn’t be the only punishment. She was there, sitting on a chair. A guard had a gun pointed at her head, and several of his men were there.

“Fuck her”, Joel told his men pointing at you. “You don’t have to make her cum. If she does, good for her, but it’s not your problem today. Don't fuck her ass. I want at least one hole still tight for me tonight.”

He turned to you “If you misbehave, you'll regret not having let her go with Tess.” He nodded to the armed guard.

Finally, he told her “enjoy watching her getting fucked hard. This is the consequence of what she did for you.”

When you got home, the sun had set. You went to lie down on your bed and she held you close, healing your wounds as she held you against her. More psychological than physical. Even though they were usually the worst.

“I’m so sorry”, she said. 

“Don’t. I regret nothing.”

She kissed your forehead and said “thank you. For everything.” She paused before adding “my name is Victoria. I've never told my real name to anyone here. I didn't want them to have that part of me. I don’t care if they know it now. You’re the first one to know, it’s all that matters. You can call me Vic.”

“Vic” you repeated. “You’re mine, Vic. And I’m yours”, you told her, caressing her cheek with your bandaged hand and smiling gently at her. You kissed, and you already knew that your heart was healing.

She held you against her for a few minutes, before saying “Joel is gonna come tonight.”

“I know. I will be ok.”

You knew it deep down. Joel knew that you’d be obedient again. You just wanted him not to take her away from you. He could have punished you much harsher, but you were apparently right in your reasoning. Women were a rare resource, as Tommy had told you the first day. Joel needed his soldiers to be calm and trustable. As long as they would have enough food and cunts to fuck, everything would be fine.

When he entered your bedroom, he gestured for her to go to hers.

As he unzipped his jeans and approached the bed, he warned you, “If you do something like that again, not even your pussy will save you.”

You nodded.

He made sure to make you cum, before and while fucking your ass.

****

“I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything” F. Scott Fitzgerald

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vernon can’t cook. if there’s anything you need to know about him, he can’t cook. despite this, you find yourself waking up to a familiar scent flowing through the house.

wincing slightly at the headache, you removed the blanket- wait, blanket? oh, pillows too. didn’t you fall asleep on the couch? confused, you get up from the bed and padded to the living room, only to see vernon wearing an apron that was visibly too small for him, cooking at the countertop of the kitchen.

smiling, you walk up behind him and wrapped your arms around him. he jumps a little. oops.

“baby?”

“hey nonie.”

your boyfriend chuckles lightly at the nickname, lowering the heat and turns around to face you. “i told you not to call me that.” he says jokingly, eyes softening as he takes in the tiredness written all over you. vernon tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, and as if it was done instinctively, places a soft kiss on your temple, then your forehead.

“what are you doing? you can’t even cook ramyeon.” you say, peering behind him, trying to find out what he was making. it looked exactly like what your mother cooked for you whenever you fell ill. how-

“you said you left work early ‘cause you felt sick. i remember you told me about this beef soup your mother makes for you, so i called her and asked her for the recipe.” vernon shrugs, like he wasn’t the same person that was shaking when he first met your mother.

oh god. you’re gonna marry this man. you’ve decided.

“oh.. thank you.” he hums, turning around and stirs a bit more. “i’m almost done, gimme a minute and i’ll pour you a bowl ‘kay? rest for now, please.” vernon briefly turns his head around and presses another kiss on your forehead, smiling at you.

as you find your seat on the couch, you watch your boyfriend who has a wooden spatula in his hand, stirring every once in a while. you really thought you would never ever see him cook in this lifetime but - not anymore.

“vernon, you really cooked that up?” you say in awe, slowly taking in the fact that he was in the kitchen and somehow did not make any mess, and even something edible. vernon laughs, “yes, i did.” you squint at him questioningly.

“okay, fine, fine. your mother did assist me through the phone.”

author’s notes: work’s been keeping me busy but i really needed to write this bc this has been in my mind for a bit too long <3

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@phoebepheebsphibs

Chaplin shrieked and screeched and roared as the potion’s contents spilled all over him. Whatever was in the potion hurt. Badly. Enough to make spores start shooting off in different directions.

The spores change as they move through the air. They become bright, orange. It’s blinding as the number of them increases.

“LEAVE MY BROTHERS ALONE!!” A familiar voice shouts, football tackling Chaplin to the floor.

DM Mikey dropped to the ground, gasping in much needed air.

The creature wrestled with the large crocodile, tendrils and claws meeting teeth and a strong prehensile, tail. Luke can feel every injury being inflicted on him. Even his durable skin is being torn into.

He can’t focus on the pain.

What he focuses on is different.

The double mutated boy screaming and crying for his unresponsive brothers, one who’s simply not moving, another who’s-

“NO, STOP!” Luke warns all too late.

DM Mikey gets pelted with a spore. He chokes and sputters on the cloud enveloping him. Tears are spilling down, his sobs no doubt making it harder to breathe.

Raph is holding him, trying to help, but Donnie is clearly about to attack. Bishop and Luke’s Mikey aren’t able to do much with the high chance of friendly fire.

The spores are getting brighter, flickering, unstable.

Luke has to do the only thing that he can do.

What he’s been trying to do this whole time.

Save the people he cares about.

His tail reaches into his pocket and squeezes a device several times before it gets tossed to the others.

“LUKE, NO!!” Julia screams.

“I love you, mom! I’ll be okay! I promise!” Luke’s voice fades out as the group gets teleported away.

The last thing they all see of the hotel room is the spore and glow encompass it.

The group drops down back at the daycare. MBU Mikey had left some teenagers in charge of the kids. They all crowd around those dropped in front of them with concern.

DM Mikey sobs harder, coughing once again.

“L-Leatherhead!! We have to go! We have to go back!!”

Raph stares at him in shock.

“M-Mikey.”

“What!? What is it!?” Mikey pauses.

He can talk clearly. He can think clearly!

Mikey looks down at his hands. Still clawed, but not as sharp. His tail swings around. It’s shorter! The double mutation is still there but dulled down somehow.

He’d be so much happier if the person who did everything he could to help him wasn’t trapped with the guy who remutated him and a bunch of crazy spores.

“W-We…..we have to wait to talk about this!! He’s in trouble!! Leo and Donnie are-!”

“Augh…..my genius brain…..” Donnie groans.

“Purple!” Mikey moves closer, sniffing.

It feels weird now that he’s more coherent, but it’s necessary. He can’t let people get hurt again. Especially not by his brother.

“I don’t….smell any spores on you! Not even old ones!”

Donnie puts a hand to his head.

“The hive mind…..it’s gone, it’s actually gone for good this time!”

“Only took two sagas…..”

Mikey and Donnie quickly look at Leo.

“You’re okay!” Mikey exclaims as he shoves himself in his brother’s arms.

Leo’s not sure if he’s concussed. His brother is right there, in his arms and speaking like he used to.

What’s going on?

Is this a hallucination?

It….doesn’t feel like one.

That could be the point. Give him what he wants to just rip it away, tear at his heart until there’s no pieces left. Not enough for anyone to put together, but leaving tiny specks to show what it took.

It’s how it works.

It’s how it feeds.

“Leo!”

Hands are placed on his face, bringing him back to reality. He can feel them. He can feel Mikey.

He can see Donnie.

He….smells Raph?

“Is that fear stink….?” Leo questions.

“I was worried about you knuckleheads!” Raph insists, covering his underarms in embarrassment.

“Raph!! You’re here, you’re really here! This isn’t a hallucination!? Are we actually free!? How!? The last thing I remember is that migraine and getting hit against the wall! Are we in the daycare!? Luke must be-!” He drops himself as he sees MBU Mikey and Julia’s expressions.

He then realizes Luke isn’t there.

“What happened? Where is he?”

“The spores changed to a different color and Leaths teleported us all before anything happened!! He’s still there with Chaplin!!” MBU Mikey explains through tears.

Julia’s face is stoney, like she’s faced this before and has to face it once again.

Leo’s own expression drops. He and Luke had just barely gotten to a better understanding. What if this is where it ends?

No, he has a whole universe to get back to.

He has family here who needs him to come back.

“Then we get him back. Dee, check the teleporter and see if you can figure it out. If he used it now and not before, it must be for emergencies. We’re going to need help if Chaplin is still as strong as he was when we left. We don’t know what the new spores do. Other Mikey, Raph, Bishop, we go and let everyone else stay here.”

“But-!”

“Julia, I know. I know….but you got hurt. You’re not going to be able to help.”

“But so did you!”

“…..Okay. But we both have to stay back, just in case.” Leo relents.

Julia nods in appreciation, handing the teleporter to Donnie. Without the hive mind constantly whispering and scratching at this mind, he’s able to work fast. Leo would portal, but honestly he’s still recovering from everything that’s just happened.

He’d do it in a heartbeat if he could.

DM Mikey and Donnie stay behind to watch the kids. Mikey begged to go too, but Leo finally convinced him to stay. He was worse off than anyone.

Except maybe Luke.

They won’t know for sure until they get there.

The teleporter is set up and in what seems like an instant, they’re back near where the hotel was.

Part of the building is destroyed, orange spores seeping out of the open areas.

It’s not looking good.

Then, a form starts appearing in the spores in front of them.

MBU Mikey, DM Raph, and Bishop are in the front, ready to protect the others.

They don’t need to.

The person in front of them is already damaged, hurt, bleeding.

Brown hair, glasses, pale skin…..a sweater vest?

“LUKE!!” Julia screams, running to her son to keep him standing.

“Luke!? Why is he human!?” Leo questions.

“He has a cloaking brooch! But….why is he using it now….?” MBU asks himself in horror.

“Luke, what happened!?” Julia insists.

Luke coughs hard, having to lean heavily on his mom.

“Th-The spores went off. Filled everything, took out the room above us….Ch-Chaplin….he looked…..n-normal. I think. I-I couldn’t tell, I’m so sorry mom…..I didn’t want to have to do that to you!” He sniffles.

“Why is he acting like that….?” Leo almost whispers.

“This….is how he acted and looked often before we met the turtles. His…..I think his personality….”

“His personality what!?”

“It’s been reverted to three years ago.”

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[juicezone]

Hi! I'm TL, and I do agere/petre art requests! You can find my open status on my header! You can also check out this link to see my current inbox details/scheduled posts! Please read the rules below, thank you! It helps to reblog this to spread it around :D

You must obey the DNI of this account. These requests are also meant for age/pet regression/dreaming and system little/kid only, not general requests. -

If requests are closed, you may DM me and ask me to send you a message/heads up when I re-open then! -

Please be kind when asking :) these are not commissions, i am not required to do them! use your manners- a please, thank you, or general appreciation goes far! -

PLEASE include the fandom of what you're requesting! I'm not familiar with every fandom, and while some are easier to figure out than others, it really just does make it easier for me to figure out what you'd like <:). [Ex: Can I get Bonnie with a paci? vs Can I get Bonnie from FNAF with a paci?] -

if your request is something i’m not comfortable with doing, i’ll priv answer so you have the option of sending another if you’d like! (this is easiest to do if you're not on anon oryou leave an @ of your sideblog! If you're on anon, you just might not see the ask be answered.) -

not a rule but feel free to give suggestions! Honestly, details can help a lot with ideas, especially when I don't know the fandom or character that well. For example, outfit ideas, toys, pacis, diaps, with a star themed blanket, as a particular animal for pet regression, a particular age range for age regressors! (further examples below) "Can you draw XX with a green paci please?" "Can you draw XX as a fox regressor please?" "Can you draw XX in a blue diap please?" I will also draw characters crying, being upset, etc. I will draw padded regressors as well, but due to past experiences, I'm not comfortable drawing accidents themself. -

I’d prefer to not draw your persona/sona/ect! I don’t mind drawing in a “blank/YN” type character, but I no longer would like to draw personas/sonas/ect. Sorry! People who I have given EXPLICIT PERMISSION may ask me to draw their ocs. Please do not ask unless I have reached out to you! (will work off piccrews if you don't have ref images but also ill make you a simple ref image if u want!) -

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Please be reasonable with the amount you're sending at once. If you've sent a request in before, you're absolutely still allowed to submit other requests! I just ask that you don't send in multiple at once - maybe limit to 2-3 a month if I'm open and accepting :). -

FANDOMS I'LL DO

I'll do most any Media - it's really best to just ask! There's so many media types out there, I can't possibly list or know them all. General kids cartoons (Bluey, Winnie the Pooh, Disney, etc) Superheroes (DC, Marvel, etc) Games (FNAF, Genshin Impact*, Mass Effect, Nintendo, etc) Books (Warrior Cats, Wings of Fire, ect) Anime/Comics (My Hero Academia/Vigilantes, One Piece, Naruto, etc) Shows (Star Trek, Pokemon, Dr Who, Transformers/Robots**, ect) MCYT*** (Hermitcraft, Empires, Life Games, etc) *Complicated character outfits (like in GI or similar games) will be simplified or dressed up in different outfits! Feel free to request outfit ideas, vibes, colours, etc however :) (I find their canon outfits hard to draw sorry)

**I’ll do my best to draw robots/mecha but they are unfortunately fairly hard for me (which sucks bc I Love Transformers) so I’ll give it my best effort! *** Will not do DSMP or characters that are primarily based/originated there, sorry! Just not comfortable with it, and I'm not familiar enough to know which of those creators supported or distanced themself from Dr/eam. Will also not do Isk/all. It's best to ask, but I might be picky on accepting MCYT based requests, sorry.

FANDOMS I WON'T DO likely to be updated as i think of things/get requests in that remind me

Harry Potter, Hetalia, IRL People (as in the Content Creator - see below for more detail), Attack on Titan, Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, Country humans/Country balls/Anything based off the countries, Rick and Morty, DSMP*, The Magnus Archives, Mouthwashing, Family Guy, American Dad, Southpark, Simpsons, Morel Orel, Big Mouth

ABOUT IRL PEOPLE

Will do: MCYT for example! Because my design is based off their MC skin. It's like actors v their characters if that makes sense Won't do: Things like Sanders Side or Marki/plier ego stuff, because it's like. there's nothing there for referencing other than the literal person. idk its hard to explain TLDR: thats just my comfort level sorry ^^''

[starryluminary]

Welcome to the second Noco Collaboration: Lights, Camera, NoCo!

Any and all are welcome to join in and celebrate our dearly beloved Noco! This time… in Hollywood!! Riveting!!

Details

To grab a spot in the collab, simply send me a DM and specify if you’ll be participating as an artist or an author. You’re only allowed to be one or the other for the sake of letting as many people participate as possible.

The deadline for submissions is August 17, 11:59 PM AST (Atlantic Standard Time). The final collaboration would then be posted between the 18th and the 23rd.

If it happens that you’re participating and find that you can’t make the deadline, please let me know as soon as possible to take appropriate action in a timely manner.

General Submission Guidelines

Noah and Cody on the “lights, camera, action” theme. This includes things like movie or television references, genre parodies, or production if that’s more your speed. As long as it has to do with the Hollywood filming industry, it's fair game.

Please no NSFW. Pg-13 and safer. Please.

You can feel free to send your submission through tumblr’s messaging system, but if you’d prefer it, you can send it to me through discord! (starryluminary_49344)

FOR ARTISTS: The drawing must be full body and a transparent background. Both digital and traditional art is accepted! Should a traditional artist need help making a transparent png, I am willing to help! Sending your submission through discord ensures a higher quality image when sending, but feel free to send it through tumblr’s messaging system if you don’t mind the slightly lower quality.

FOR AUTHORS: Make sure your piece can be read in one sitting. Feel free to make it as long or short as you like, so long as it’s a one shot. You’ll have to choose one sentence or quote from your work to be displayed in the final collaboration.

You have full freedom to post your submission once it’s done. Every single entry, along with being grouped, will be highlighted individually, showcasing the work and its creator. Everything and everyone will be tagged and credited appropriately. If any of this discomforts you, you can always be referred to as “anonymous”!

That’s it! Please let me know if any questions or concerns you might have, and I’ll be sure to help and clarify to the best of my ability. Here’s to another great collab! Have fun!! <3

ARTIST SLOTS AVAILABLE: 0/15 (FULL!!)

AUTHOR SLOTS AVAILABLE: 7/10

Closed! Thank you all for your enthusiasm and contributions to this collab!!

[tauvesims]

Commissions FEBRUARY - 2025

My February commissions are officially open!! I’m opening 6 spots for this first trial month, 3 on the first half of the month and 3 on the second half.

Open for more info!

How does it work?

-3 Spots will be open from now to the 1st of February (that means 3 people).

-I will personally talk with those 3 people to see what we can do for their commissions and how the pricing will be (note that the price will NOT be in linear and it may vary from mesh to mesh)

-From the 1st of Feb to the 14th I will be taking 3 more people in.

-The first 3 commissions will be delivered on the 14th of February and the other 3, on the 28th.

-I will send multiple pictures throughout the process of your pieces so you can ensure that everything is going great!

Note: To ensure the quality and personalization of each piece, every request will be reviewed and confirmed with me before starting

PRICING MAY VARY BY: Amount of pieces, complexity, transparency, blender asset, in game or both, etc.

How to book your spot:

1. Send me a direct message with a description of the clothing piece(s) you want and if you wanted a blender asset, an ingame package or booth.

2. I’ll confirm if your idea is possible and finalize the details with you.

3. Done! Once confirmed and with everything paid (PayPal or bank transfer) , your spot will be reserved, and I’ll start working on your design.

My DMs are open on:

• Instagram: @tauve_sims

• Twitter: @tauvesims

• Email: housecreators78@gmail.com

Thank you so much for making this possible. I cannot wait to see what you guys have in mind!!

PRICES:

Note hat this prices are just a starter, they may go up depending on numerous things.

-TOPS: $20

-BOTTOMS: $25

-SKIRTS: $20

-DRESSES: $30

-BIKINIS (2PIECE): $15

-HANDBAGS: $30

-NECKLACE: $20

-BRACELET: $15

-RANDOM ACCESSORIES(SCARF, EARMUFF, ETC): $25

-ADDITIONAL FOR BLENDER ASSET ASWELL (PRICE PER ITEM): $5

ITEMS THAT ARE NOT DESCRIBED IN THIS LIST ARE NOT EXCLUDED AND MAY BE DSCUSSED.

[strawberryya]

The art of seduction - part one

pairing: jeong yunho x reader

synopsis: Since she left you, it feels like your life has been turned upside down, and you're struggling to find your footing. He sees that, and he wants to help. Or maybe it's not as pure as that. Perhaps he's just looking for a new plaything — an artist to inspire, or someone to slowly destroy.

word count: 4.5k

genre/cw: angst, smut, suggestive, fantasy, thriller and/or romance, yandere themes, supernatural au, faery au, leanan sídhe!yunho, human!reader, they/them pronounces for reader, I tried my best to keep all descriptions gn as well - I welcome all feedback on this area ofc, grief and death depicted/mentioned, specific smut warnings will be listed in each part.

rating: 18+

a/n: this has been a big project for so many people this year, and I would like to thank all of the inspiring people in this collab for all the fantastic ideas that has been contributed to make all of these fics possible. it has been a journey writing this, but this fic is only the beginning of the even longer journey that yunho and our mc will be going on ;)

this is part one of my first fic for the wonderful collaboration thrill of the hunt, hosted by @cultofdionysusnet - check out the other exciting and thrilling stories on the official master list here!

the second part to this story will be found here once it's posted. if you wish to be tagged in the continuation you can dm me, send an ask, or comment on this post <3

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“Oh, he’s the most wonderful man I’ve ever met, y/n! He’s perfect… I didn’t think anyone could be so perfect until he came into my life. He makes me feel like I’ll never need anything ever again… like he and I are enough forever. I need you to meet him someday soon! I wanna introduce you to him, I promise you’ll love him too!”

You never got the chance to meet him. The more you think about it, the more you regret not making more of an effort to do so. Your best friend Anna had been in love with someone, and you hadn’t even had the chance to meet the man she spoke so fondly of. 

“I haven’t been feeling very good lately, y/n… I’ve been to the doctors and they say there’s nothing wrong. They said it’s all in my head, that I should go talk to someone… y/n, do you also think I’m making myself sick?” 

She only got weaker after that. 

And he had seemingly fallen off the face of the earth after she became bedridden. 

She said he came to visit, but she wasn’t in her right mind in those final weeks. Nobody had signed in at the reception. Nobody had seen a beautiful man with dark brown hair that gleamed blood-red when the sun shone. During all that time when she was admitted into the psychological ward at the city’s second-largest hospital you and Anna’s mom were the only visitors. 

They said she was mad…

You had wondered a lot about who he might’ve been during those times when she had talked about him as if she had just spoken to him, but nobody had seen anyone in her room. Had he been a fraction of her imagination the entire time? Or had her mind created a lie based on a man who had left her before her illness took over her mind and body? 

When she passed he was the one piece of the puzzle that you couldn’t let go of. If you had tried harder to meet him, would her illness have been caught earlier? Could it have been found and treated before it took her life…?

You’ve been staying late at the studio lately, trying to get through your feelings about losing her through your art. The shadows in the room seem to close in on you at every chance they get, and you don’t fight them. Hugged by the darkness is somehow better than being left so completely alone. 

The brush strokes soothe you like nothing else is able to. Fizzling seas crash along the shore, a looming tree stands barren and alone, and her face appears in the dark clouds. 

The only things you know to be true are that: she is gone, you are in pain, and you can only paint this one single picture. The lonesome tree at the cliff, watching the storms and waves trying to pull the ground away from beneath the large oak tree. You paint it over and over again, day after day, and you haven’t even paid any mind to when other artists have come and gone through the studio. People painted right next to you, people posed on the podium in front of you, and you didn’t care about any of it. All that matters to you is that you have been left all alone. 

Your best friend has died, and you can’t even do the one thing you have been able to do your entire life ー paint. You had pursued your passion fiercely, not budging even as your parents pleaded with you to be reasonable and try “having a career worth having”, and let painting stay as a hobby. It was how you had met Anna. She was a dancer, and she had gotten into the same art college as you. Back then you had both been carefree young adults, simply trying your best to survive on your own for the first time in your lives. Now, she has left you, with the bittersweet taste of the last conversations you had had with her on your tongue. 

“He inspires me you know, I’m just a dancer anymore when he looks at me, I become the air itself.” 

You had smiled and nodded at her nonsense, she seemed to be dreaming of it. Her limbs were too weak to be of use, but she had the same smile on her lips as when she performed. You had tried your best not to be mad at her for only speaking of this man even as she lay dying in a hospital, dreaming of her passion was at least better than dreaming of him. The tears had stung your eyes as you held her hand before leaving her to her rambling. 

It has been a while since her funeral, and you have practically been living at the studio. Home doesn’t make you feel any better, so you sleep on the small pullout couch in the corner instead. It isn’t meant to be slept on and your back is sore from the many nights in a row you have spent on it. But the art studio is at least comforting you more than home. You have too many memories of Anna in your apartment. Here you can focus on your art. At least, that’s the idea. You have had no inspiration since her death. It’s strange, she hadn’t exactly been the reason you painted, but everything that happened still affected even that part of you. 

You had begun questioning if you should give it all up, move home to your parents for a few months, and go back to your waitress job until you had processed all of this. But could you give up on your passion? After years of struggling to pass courses and hustling on the side of your studies just to make it all work? What would Anna say if she knew…?

You aren’t sure how it happened, it might've been a dream. It’s barely been three weeks since Anna’s funeral and you woke up with the clearest picture of a man you had never met in your mind. 

He’s handsome, just like she had told you. He has gentle features, and dark, captivating eyes that catch hold of your mind and refuse to let go. You can’t seem to escape the image of the stranger you know in your bones is the same man Anna had known. 

Sometime after the day you had first seen him in your mind, after hours in front of your easel and a blank canvas, you finally force yourself to pick up the brush. This couldn’t be the end of pursuing the only career you had ever wanted. You need to get over it and paint something, other than that stubborn tree and the punishing sea. His features burn your eyelids, and you see him as you blink and dream of him as you sleep. You can’t escape the visions, so you make him real, tangible. You create a portrait of the man in your head. Watching the finished portrait once you put down the brush. 

You look at it until it gets dark again, staring into his eyes until you fall asleep on the couch in the corner. 

You wake up with a headache. You groan quietly since you neither have the energy nor the will to get up and take something for the throbbing pain stemming from the sides of your head. Before you could even summon the will to get up despite this, you almost jumped off the couch in surprise. There is another person in the room. You’re still in the corner of the room, so the stranger might’ve missed that you were even there, you reason. It looks like a man from behind. His short dark hair lay in a rather messy way against the back of his head. He’s turned away from you, watching the painting you had fallen asleep staring at. He’s tall, his shoulders are broad. You panic, because what did this man want, and why was he here in the middle of the night?

“Who are you?” you ask breathlessly, jumping up from the couch, trying to see if he’s someone you know in the dim light. Could he be another artist here to paint at an odd hour? You don’t recognize him, but you aren’t the best at remembering people, so you’re not sure if you should be screaming or apologizing for your hostile greeting. 

The man didn’t even flinch at the sound of your voice. He didn’t seem like a threat, but then again, something about him creeped you out. You ignore the fact that he also intrigued you, and try to catch his attention again. “Hey, I asked you a question.” In response, he simply raises a hand as if to shush you. 

This man hadn’t just broken into the studio late at night – he was also incredibly rude. The air around him is so still, so calm that it’s giving you chills. You want to see his face. If he was going to murder you, you want to have looked the fucker in the eye so you can, at least, curse his existence. You take a step forward, grabbing a long paintbrush from the drying rack. Maybe you can get his eye if you’re fast enough.

“So aggressive, little dove,” the man finally says. His voice is smooth and deep. It’s an attractive voice, at least your murderer has a nice voice, not that that makes this situation salvageable. You’re still prepared to stab him with the wooden brush in your hand. 

“Wouldn’t you be aggressive if you woke up to a stranger in your bedroom as well?” 

You had tried putting on a brave face, hoping that he wouldn’t notice how scared you were. He seemed to see through this facade easily though, chuckling at your attempt instead of turning around to face you. “Not your bedroom. I’ve been to your bedroom and this isn’t it. Also, not really a stranger, am I?” 

Your breath won’t calm down, and your heart is beating mercilessly in your chest. This man had been in your apartment? And you know him? What the hell is he talking about? “Are you some kind of stalker you fucking creep?” you wheeze out, taking a step away from him. 

You desperately wish for this to be some kind of nightmare. 

When he turns around you’re sure it is because there’s no way the man you see in front of you isn’t just a fiction of your imagination. Dark hair, streaks of red when the light from the window hits it. Perfect lips, and captivating eyes. It’s him. The man in your painting, alive right in front of you. Your grip on the brush tightens, the bristles folding backward from the pressure of your palm. The world began to spin, he wasn’t real, he couldn’t be real. You see the edges of your vision blur and his smile widens at the visible panic you were displaying. 

He was right, he isn’t a stranger. 

“I think you might’ve heard about me, little dove. She used to talk about you ー the talented artist she had met in college.”

It couldn’t be, you hear the blood rushing in your ears like thunder. “Who?” 

He smiled innocently, “Don’t you remember your friend? Anna, I think her name was.” 

No. It couldn’t be true. The brush fell from your hand as you fell to the ground. Your already sleep-deprived mind couldn’t handle the thought that maybe the man Anna had spoken about was real, and right in front of you. Knocking yourself unconscious was the only thing your body could do to stop your heart from giving out. 

Have you gone mad as well? Maybe this was your way of grieving? Should you go to the hospital?

The questions spun in your mind. He was gone when you woke up. But the long brush in your hand and the bruises on your knees and shoulder felt like substantial proof that you had not lost your mind. He had been here, you know it, but who would believe you if you told them? Who would even care?

You decide to let it go, instead, you force yourself to go back to your apartment. A change of clothes was needed and you know that the lady down the hallway will be worried after not having seen you for days yet again. She had been at Anna’s funeral, wondering how and why your roommate had passed so quickly at such a young age. You hadn’t known what to answer. You still didn’t have your own answers as to “how” or “why”. At least, none that you could share…

You had managed to shower and get into some clothes when your neighbor knocked on the door. 

“Hi, Auntie,” you greet her as she had insisted you do ever since you and Anna had first moved in. She’s older than any of your real aunts, but remarking on that had felt incredibly inappropriate, so you had both simply accepted your fate and begun calling her “Auntie”. 

"Darling!" How are you? I haven't seen you here in days! I was beginning to worry. You know, this was just how it was with Anna, I didn’t see her for days and then she would show up saying she had been busy practicing and dating and whatnot!”

You don’t respond, forcing a smile. She meant well, but when she insisted on bringing you some food you wanted to refuse her. She didn’t mind your protests, “Oh, dear child, you don’t even know how sunken your face looks. You need some of my home-cooked food to get your spirits back up!” 

In the end, your refrigerator was filled with casseroles and little boxes of different dishes, and a bitter feeling, knowing you wouldn’t be here to eat it. You left your apartment as swiftly as you had arrived, not wanting to stick around long enough to see the traces of a life lived – a life you didn’t feel belonged to you anymore. You brought what you could carry in your bag back to the studio. 

You fall asleep again, after hours of trying to create something, only creating more pain in your back from sitting on the wooden stool all afternoon instead. It’s not like you hadn’t tried your best to think about anything else besides him, you had actually tried your very best! But in the end, your mind kept wandering back to the dip of his lips, and the grin on his face as you fainted. You painted the outline of his lips, over and over again. 

You hated him. 

Would he come back?

He had mocked you with his words.

Why had you felt such a rush when he spoke?

You never wanted to see his perfect face ever again.

Why couldn’t you stop wishing to see him just one more time? 

You woke from a cool hand on your hair. Slowly and gently he patted your head until you opened your eyes. It was still dark out, and he was back. Leaning over your sleeping body, a large hand caressing the side of your head. You scream, and he smirks. He shushes you, and you push him away angrily. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you shout. 

“You wanted to see me again, I thought it best to wake you so your wishes could be fulfilled.” His voice coursed through you, giving you goosebumps again. “Don’t be angry with me, little dove.”

“I don’t want you here.”

“Don’t lie. It’s not polite,” he retorts as soon as the words leave your mouth. 

“I don’t care, I hate you. Leave me alone!” You bark out the words, tears stinging your eyes. You don’t know why you’re reacting so strongly to him. 

His tongue darts out to lick at his lips in annoyance. “Little dove,” he chirps menacingly, “Lie one more time and I won’t help you anymore.”

He terrifies you. He’s beautiful, but nothing about him feels true. He’s like those beautiful flowers forever trapped inside glass orbs. You wanted to protect the frozen beauty from getting the slightest scratch and smash it to pieces, all at once. 

“Help me…?”

The gentle smile on his lips came back when you revealed that he had managed to pique your interest. “Mm, I help people. Artists, especially… it’s an interest of mine, the arts.” He winked at you, which caught you off guard. 

“And you came here to help me?” 

He nodded, but you weren’t convinced. 

“Why? I didn’t ask for any help from you.”

He looked around the room, gaze wandering over the canvasses you had painted in the last couple of weeks, all depicting the shore and the dead tree. All except two. The portrait of him, and the sketches of his lips. 

“You did that?” You ask incredulously. His gaze snaps back to you sharply. 

“Of course. Didn’t it feel different? It felt like you had been inspired by something again, did it not?” His voice is honey in your ears, but the sticky feeling is making you want to flee for your life. You don’t. 

“Want me to prove it?”

You frown, “What do you mean prove it? Are you going to inspire me to paint something on the spot in the middle of the night?”

“Tell me you want it and I’ll make sure you feel inspired for the rest of your miserable human life, little dove.” 

His wording is so unnatural, you think for just a moment. You don’t trust him one bit, but perhaps this is the way to convince yourself that he is indeed just some creep that you need to get away from. You take a deep breath before answering, “I’ll agree if you tell me your name.”

The man stepped back, you had made him flinch. You don’t know why you made that exact demand. Maybe you had just really wanted to call him something other than “the one Anna spoke of” in your mind. It hurt each time you remembered her name.

“A name can be more powerful than you think, little dove,” his tone warned you of something. He seems on edge for the first time since you met him. 

You don’t budge, his reaction only makes you more sure that you need to follow your gut. “Tell me, and you can help me.”

He hesitated before seemingly giving in to some innate need that you didn’t understand yet. “Yunho. That’s one of my names… Use it with care, little dove.”

You turned his name around in your mind, tasting the sweet taste on your tongue as you said it out loud. “Yunho… Sure, help me find inspiration to paint again.”

The same excited and menacing grin he had worn the last time you spoke now grace his lips again, and you feel you have committed a horrible mistake. 

You look around the room, the sun is rising and casting long shadows from the easels placed around the podium. How has the entire night already passed you by? You have no memory of sleeping. You look at your hands, they are covered in paint. Why had you been so messy? You couldn’t remember right away. You know that you have painted. Yunho had kissed your hand, you can still remember the heat of his breath on your skin. Then you had picked up your brush. You hadn’t been frightened by the fact that you weren’t in control of your actions. After the weeks of forcing yourself to do the most basic human functions to stay alive, having something else move your hand in your stead was somehow freeing. 

When you look at the canvas your breath stops. It’s him, you have painted him again. He’s not completely like himself, however, he is just as captivating in the picture as he is in reality. You had managed to capture his beautiful features, from the way his cupid’s bow dips graciously on his lips, to the way his hair gleams blood red when light shines through it. But behind him is something new, something you have never seen belonging to a human before. Wings, almost translucent wings, appearing on the canvas as a shimmer of light blue and white, adorned with shimmering ruby gemstones. He looked magnificent. 

“Pretty,” you hear his voice whisper on your neck before you feel his soft lips press against your skin. You shiver, it feels good but you’re still in shock, watching the man who’s behind you on the canvas in front of you. 

“How is this possible?” you mumble.

“You were inspired,” he responds calmly, brushing your hair away from your face from behind. “Did you enjoy it?”

You have a feeling that the answer to that is yes, but you also know you shouldn’t reveal that. “I don’t remember.”

“I think you did… I know you did.” 

The way he seems to know everything, even the things you don’t, scares you a bit. But you might be addicted to the feeling of his touch, you’re addicted to what he can do to you, addicted to what he makes you feel deep inside. He has given you your passion back, he has helped you paint again, and you had enjoyed it this time. This shouldn’t be possible. Why does this man have so much power over you that he could help you paint as you had used to, for the first time since Anna’s passing? 

There’s no way he’s human, no human looked like he did. In the morning light, he was even more dashing, even more unreal. You want to smash his perfect exterior to pieces and see the flower inside rot as the air hits its delicate petals. 

“Go away. I don’t want this,” you choke out, pushing down the sobs that threaten to escape your throat. He kisses your neck again, but you don’t move. “I think I’ll die if I don’t end this Yunho. Please, just leave me alone.”

“It’s possible, but maybe you’ll be the one who makes it out alive.” His honey voice rang in your ears as the day began and his touch against your back disappeared. You cried yourself to sleep. You knew everything was wrong, Yunho was wrong. But there was nothing you could do about it anymore. 

Two days passed without so much as a glimpse of Yunho. The hours of the night when he didn’t come to see you had almost been enough to convince you that you had truly gone mad. But then, suddenly, there he was, as dashing as ever. Pretty eyes watching you stare at an empty easel. 

A chilling chuckle escaped him, nothing more. He stands and gazes upon your hopeless state for a while in silence. You will never get rid of him, you realize. You’re not upset about it. You can’t be upset. Nothing feels real anymore. 

Yunho circles you, a predator watching his prey. You don’t flinch under his gaze this time. When he leans his lean body against the stool next to yours you feel disgusted. You weren’t upset that he would never leave you alone, but you deserved to know why, at least. 

“What do you want from me?”

“Want?” He sounds almost offended. 

“You’re not here just because it’s fun to sit around and watch me paint all day.”

He didn’t give you an answer, he just smiled at you with that perfectly enchanting smile of his. He’s dangerous, his beauty is dangerous. He leans forward on the stool, his face now scarily close to yours. Will he kiss you…? You can feel Yunho’s breath, hot against your lips, his gaze burning as he stares into your eyes and flickers down to your mouth. Do you want him to kiss you…? 

What do you want from him?

You almost forget that he hasn’t given you an answer when he bends forward, his lips inches away from yours. This time you do flinch. Can he read your mind too? No, your eyes stare right back into his, a flash of maroon tints his irises an unnatural color before it disappears just as fast as it showed up. 

His thumb drags across the side of your cheek, a small smirk plays on Yunho’s deceptive lips. “I’ll make you a promise,” he whispers, “I promise to make sure you’re motivated to do what you love the most, for the rest of your life.”

His breath burns hot against your wet lips. You want to kiss him. “A promise…?” you exhale, mind not quite able to focus on his words, but they sound good to you right now. You swallow, eyes flickering to his perfectly shaped cupid bow, his rosy lips, and the tongue that teases behind his plump lips. “What… what would I have to do…?” 

“A clever dove, I knew you would ask the right questions.”

You didn’t truly understand though, too distracted by Yunho’s eyes mirroring your flickering gaze, teasingly watching the way your hands fiddled with the brush in your hand. 

“All you have to do in return is say that you agree, and I will fulfill all of your wishes.” His soothing hand moves around to the nape of your neck, his grip gentle but secure. 

Will he fulfill them all? 

Does it even matter? Almost anything would be good enough to accept right now, at least you can’t think of something that would be worse than walking through life as the zombie you had been since… Since Anna’s death. If you accept his proposal, will you find out what happened to her? 

“I agree.” 

Your stomach flips when plush lips are pressed against yours. It seems he had already begun living up to his word. At least he wasn’t playing a trick on you when it came to that part. His hands travel over your body, he knows exactly how to touch you the way you like it. Has he been watching you for a long time? Or is it something magical, like those shimmery wings you had imagined he had? You’re not sure, but knowing could wait until later. Right now you have a couple of needs. Needs that Yunho had promised to fulfill. His leg firmly presses open your legs, strong muscle relieving some of the intense pressure that had built up in your lower abdomen since the thought of having him in this way had sprouted in your mind. You need more. You close your eyes even tighter as you let the brush fall from your grip. Hands moving across Yunho’s perfect form without hesitation. 

The sound of the brush hitting the floor didn’t reach your ears. You were already lost to the world of humans. 

“Do you believe in fairies? I do. I think there are things we don’t know in this world. Magical things. If I could go there I would, I think it’s a beautiful place, nothing like Earth. I’d want to dance for them…”

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[the-savage]

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“ Betrayal is bad , grief is worse . The dangerous emotion removes all care and allows the unthinkable inside . ”

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⊹ registered name ⊹ Anya Kozlova Zemo The Jackal

“ I had a sister once , her name was Anya . ”

Anya, I go by Anya, it’s the name I’ve started to piece together as being mine. I don’t have nicknames or at least not any from friends, my father used to call me “Воробушек”, little sparrow, but it’s been so long, I’m no longer little. I don’t remember what year I was born but I remember the date, August 22nd. I don’t really celebrate it, birthdays are supposed to be spent with family however I don’t have that anymore. I have selective mutism, it’s a disorder accompanied by my anxiety in which there are times where I can’t speak. Please be patient with me, I’m trying my best. I learned sign language to combat it but worst case scenario, I’ll just start writing stuff down.

In 2016, my father dismantled one of the most powerful agencies called Hydra, which ultimately resulted in him going to prison. He did what he had too, no matter what other people say about him, they deserved, the avengers may have been torn apart in the process but they deserved it too. I’m not a vengeful or hateful person but I’ve never liked them. They never deserved the praise they got from other people, their crimes went unpunished, it was good to see that someone was finally holding them accountable.

Due to my father being in jail for pretty much life, all of his assets went to me. His estates, his money, his stocks, everything however I’ve never really been able to use it. His estates are in another country and the stocks aren’t exactly something I understand well. I’ve only used the money to buy myself a small townhouse in New York. My handler was recently arrested, put into witness protection, I’m not allowed to know who they are or where they are and vice versa. The only bad thing about that is I’m in a foreign state with nothing but a back account full of questionable amounts of money and no family.

Rumor has it that my father is still in prison but I’ve never had it in my to actually visit him, I’m scared he won’t remember me or he won’t like what I’ve become. Perhaps him not remembering me would be better for the both of us. I know multiple languages, I don’t remember studying them but they’ve engraved themselves in my mind. I’m currently in university, NYU, however I haven’t really been paying that much attention— at least as much I should have during my classes and studying. I have a therapist but I haven’t necessarily gotten any better, it’s like I’m avoiding the problem instead of growing from it.

What Went Wrong?

The Unfortunate Thing That Hydra Left Behind.

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Current Plotline ; A New Report 

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1. The Red Herring

Merman!Mortefi (Little Mermaid!AU)

“A red herring— a piece of information which is misleading or distracting”

For Mortefi, that would definitely be the creatures that roamed the rest of the earth’s surface without the need for scales that littered across his flesh, nor the gills of the residents of the deep.

Where the tempests are feared by even the bravest of sailors, he calls it the karma for the foolish who dared to seek the unknown.

Like he does. Secretly, at least.

For his tempests are the gentle waves upon the shores that he’ll never get to walk upon (not with a tail at least), lest he wanted a death sentence to the nearby circus show, aquarium, or at worst: The research lab adjacent to the said aquarium.

A thing of morbid curiosity for someone like him. But does the cat really mind getting killed over it’s own curiosity?

He doesn’t think so at least.

At first, it was to figure out why the population of marine life was getting scarce over some areas, then it was the calculated destruction over on some of the reefs. It came too fast, too soon for him to even figure out what was going on until he had to swim further away the shores with his family and into the deep abyss, where his kind would be the stuff of legends and myths.

Little by little over time, what was once was a community beneath the water’s surface became little groups and schools that only wanted to get by. Their kind was ultimately kept as a secret for their own safety, known to a few for those who’d even believe it.

“To restore balance, one must know what caused the imbalance in the first place.” He said once upon a time, much to the reluctance and protests of his own kin— but who else was going to do it?

Sure they don’t suggest the whales? Their population was dwindling as it was. Sharks and barracudas would probably scare whatever was causing the problem; and would end up as a problem in trying to resolve the first one. Dolphins had a penchant for being manipulative, and any other fish barely remembered anything noteworthy.

“So? Who do you suggest?”

“Mortefi, it’s too dangerous.”

“And it will only get worse for us if noone takes action. As much as I hesitate, I have to.”

So he left to investigate with the promise of being back before sunset.

Little did he know, that excursion was what would lead him into his fascination with the two-legged monstrosities that had walked so light-heartedly on the sands of the beach.

It’s a love-hate relationship really.

On the one hand, he despises them for taking over his home when they already had their territory (how greedy of them.).

And on the other, he’s fascinated at what these monsters can do with enough mentality and fortitude.

They can’t swim? Fine, they’ll make boats. They need to cover a larger area? Alright, they’ll make this new abomination that propels them straight across the sea in no time; all the while trinkets and knick-knacks fall away from this carrier of theirs.

He’s been collecting those for who knows how long now.

“They don’t seem to know any limits or boundaries like us.” He notes mentally, always out of sight.

And so, that promise was quickly broken and amended multiple times. Returning before sunsets turned into returning in the night, then dawn, and then a day; then never at all, save for the times he needed to report back to his family.

However, The things and oddities he collects will always be in his secret possession, just away from eyeshot in his own little grotto, where he ‘supposedly’ resides after taking up the responsibility of being his family’s ‘lookout’.

To them, he is their source of distant protection. A guardian if you will. But to himself, he is nothing but a curious being fascinated by the other world above. Where blood red is kept on the insides of their bodies, while his is speckled across his body, his arms and all throughout his tail, glistening like a shell’s nacre— iridescent, under the refracted rays of the waves.

There’s was absolutely no way he could be like them. But god forbid, he actually wanted more than what the sea could offer.

If curiosity killed the cat, then he would have been an already buried and decomposing cat at this point.

What was going to be their next invention? What would they drop from these ‘boats’ this time around? Would these have these motors they were talking about? Or would they have gondolas? Oars? Paddles?

Whatever it would be, it’s a sure sign that he’ll be there for his family’s sake and for his.

Mainly for his sake, but you’d never see him admit it.

It’s a noisier evening than usual. The sea is somehow lit with momentary bursts of colors and muffled cheers from a boat— no, ship nearby.

Why humans even decide to party on the sea when they have the land to do so will never make sense to him. On a much more better note…

A trinket here. A knick knack there.

Distant laughter fills the air, everyone on deck blissfully unaware of the incoming storm from the horizon.

A tempest looms as if it were the reaper joining in on the pleasantries and merry-making.

Something new floating by rud, another one over right by the belly of the ship.

The sky lights up in a flash of white, though this time, it’s no longer the crackle of the colors they managed to fly up in the sky. Rather, the clap of thunder— a warning, to those who overindulged and took the risk of staying with the ebb and flow of the ocean’s waves, like a clock ticking down to midnight.

CRACK!

With the roar of the rain, and at the strike of a thunder, Mortefi finds himself dodging the incoming debris that fell piece by piece into the raging currents.

One by one, it perishes in the deep. Piece by piece it gets swallowed in the surging tides of the storm.

“Tch.” He knew humans were foolish. But these were outright fools without a shadow of a doubt — like red herrings that shouldn’t have any business in his mind.

The mast falls, the sails rip against the harsh tempests as the ship thrashes against the swells of the tides as it tries to take it down under. The bellowing commands on the sailors on the deck are muffled in the rain, no more than white noise to their unexpected audience of one, watching the wreck happen before his eyes.

Something broken here. A barrel rolling off from the deck, An overboard human there—

Wait, human?

He knows they’re foolish. That they’re ungrateful in his eyes for taking so much from his home without even thinking about any consequences.

… But he also knows not a heartless bastard like they are. He has to return this human back to the surface.

It’s a mess, really. It was a rough night swimming across the water with twice his weight while the human was out cold, while keeping their head above water while he guides them out of the storm and towards a nearby shore.

It’s his first time on the shore. The sand is cold under the starless sky as remnants of the thunder rumble on the cloudy horizon. No doubt the ship this human was on has capsized by now, as for how many survived, the red head can only guess.

The human he saved still has their heart beating and their chest heaving slowly under the faint lights of the coast at a distance. He can’t help but feel fascinated; seeing one up close as if one side of the coin got a glimpse of the other for once, or it’s as if he’s looking at a murky reflection only to discern what was familiar to him.

Two eyes.

A nose.

Lips.

But definitely no tail.

Mortefi’s seen children and fishermen often setting free with the smaller fish they’ve caught back into the water, and can’t help but smile at himself at the irony of it all.

A fish saving and sparing a human from the water, A human saving and sparing a fish out of the water. What has this world come to?

He observes a little more, entranced at how familiarly different his counterpart is.

Smoother skin.

No gills.

No scales.

But definitely with two legs.

The clouds clear above the two of them slowly but surely, a sign of the storm that finally passed. The human is still out cold, but look more at ease compared to before, unaware of the red eyes that’s looking right above them: curious, yet oddly fascinated.

He can’t help the questions that buzz in his head while he looks at them; about the oddities that fell into the sea, and the mentality— drive, that their kind seemed to carry wherever they go, as far as their willpower can go. Why conquer the sea when they have the land? Why bother being in it when their home was much more intriguing? What was it like to be free from it even? His scales? His fins? His tail—?

Cough!

And his mind goes quiet once more. ‘They’re coming to. I better get a move on.’

Behind the rocks and the unkempt shore is another world to the human who lived to tell the tale of how they managed to survive a stormy night miles out in the sea. It isn’t long until they finally wake up alone on the shore disoriented and confused.

Maybe they think they’re lucky or blessed that they’re alive somehow, without any recollection on how they managed to wash up on the shores safely, not knowing who their savior truly is, just a few feet away, watching closely as the questions in his head are left unanswered.

Maybe it’s for the best that those may never be answered at all, and leave the red herrings alone on an open note to resolve for another time.

[thedreamerwithaheavyheart]

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[goeldicotton]

Hello, I’m Vix, and I finally have everything set to start commissions! 🎉

If you’re interested in getting artwork you can dm me, or contact me via my business email, goeldicotton@gmail.com

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1. I Don’t Work For Free: When officially starting a commission, I will expect half up front, and half once the piece is finished. This is to avoid people running off with any of my work without payment, or simply wasting my time.

2. Be Polite: I don’t require formality, but I do expect basic decency. If you start acting rude, I will not hesitate to stop working with you (and if you expect a refund for deciding to act like an ass I point you back to rule 1).

3. I’m A Person: Please keep in mind I have other responsibilities outside of commissions. Although I will obviously try and get back to you as soon as possible, there are cases where I will be busy and can’t respond right away.

4. Have References: Even if it’s a sketch you did in ms paint, or images from google that have similar vibes, having references handy is just going to make both our lives easier. Please have them.

5. I Have Boundaries: I won’t draw something I’m uncomfortable with. This mainly refers to proshipping, and certain fetish content. I will obviously let you know if you’ve crossed these boundaries before commissions start.

6. Read My Rules: If you are commissioning me DO NOT SAY “I want a two character piece with full rendering.” I will assume you have not read my rules. You MUST follow the labels on the images. For example, “I want B2 with one additional character.” This is just a precaution to make sure I’m not working with someone who couldn’t take the time to read my rules. If you send me anything akin to the first example, I will tell you to reread my rules, and get back to me.

If you respect my rules I’ll be happy to work with you. If not, I hope you have a great day regardless. :)

[st-rarepair-roulette]

Stranger Things Rarepair Roulette

How to play?

This is an event for making new rarepair content, but with a twist. Challenge yourself to roll the dice and receive a pairing that you’ve never thought of before (or maybe you have, idk your business.)

Sign up begins September 26, and closes October 23. There will be a Google form posted to this account for you to sign up with.

From there each participant will receive a customized randomizer linked to their tailored list to randomize to their heart’s content!

Not sure what to do? Ask for a second die and we will roll you up a prompt to try and start you.

Participants will have to fill out a form with your likes and dislikes, and your rolls will be weighted for your parameters. Participants will also have a place to submit pairings.

How do I submit a pair?

Have a pair you’d love to see written? Maybe your beloved rarepair only has one or two fics and you’d love to see more. Maybe you have a crackship you just can’t get out of your head. Maybe you’re just throwing stuff in for fun.

This is not the rarepair event for big ships give us the weird stuff!

Submit pairings by a separate Google form beginning September 26. submissions will close October 23. Watch here for the submission form to go up. You can also submit a prompt for our writers and authors to choose from.

What are the dates?

Submission and sign up is from Sept 26 to October 23. On November 1, you’ll receive your randomized link and an invite to our discord server. There will be a check in around January 1 that you are still feeling good about the event. Final submissions will be due on or by April 1st. There will be a collection on AO3 open from April 1st to 7th, and you can post on tumblr or X (ugh) with the hashtags #ST Rarepair Roulette or #STRarepairRoulette.

Do you need help?

Yes please God, DM if you would be interested in helping give people pairs and answer questions!

Frequently Asked Questions

What are the requirements?

Minimum of 500 words for a writer and at least a line work art piece.

Are there any other rules?

Only two: no ship or character bashing, this is an open event. And no Artificial intelligence, the goal is to make some more human art for a beloved rarepair.

I want to sign up but I’m nervous that I’ll have to write X or get character X, what are the parameters?

You’ll have to fill out a form with usernames and contact info, and additionally we’ll give you parameter options, like disallowing certain characters, or opting out of any dead dove ships. You may also select up to one favorite character, and your rolls will be weighted to favor ships featuring that character. If you have more questions feel free to shoot a DM.

You will not receive a randomizer that contains your disliked pairs unless the mod made an error but each pair list is tailored to you.

Will X character be included? What about dead dove pairings? Will any pairings be not allowed?

Yes, all characters and pairs are included but because it is random, and we want to be respectful of our author’s parameters, keep in mind that some submitted pairs may not be selected.

All pairs are allowed however the pairings will be weighted in favor of ships with less than 1,000 fics, in the spirit of being a rarepair event.

What if my pair was never selected?

You can hold on to it, who knows, i may do this again.

Who are the mods?

@shieldofiron @applewillowstone @jaylikesrainbowtigers and @intothedysphoria

I already messaged you a submission will it get counted?

Yes, anyone who dmed me or commented on the initial interest check will get counted. If you want to fill out the submission form with prompts or more pairs, feel free.

If I participate can I submit a pair?

Yes, and it will go into the regular drawing like all the others.

If two people submit the same pair does it get two entries?

No, the pair will be entered once, but as the pairing will be randomized there may be two participants who get the same pair.

How are you randomizing?

A randomizer from perchance.org.

Is the mod crazy?

Yes. Crazy for rarepairs.

[blumangocat]

Hoii

I’ll draw just about anything if you have a reference, but I’m most familiar with fanart, furry art and oc art, so keep that in mind. I can do gore and nsfw but please do not send me real gore pictures as reference.

I won’t draw : incest, sexual violence and realistic dogs. Most furry/anthro dogs are fine, but ask just in case.

Detailed backgrounds are an extra $40 and additional characters will be an extra $15 in addition to the base cost.

dm me for inquires!

TOS under the read more!

PROCESS

- I have the right to refuse a commission for whatever reason, and am not required to elaborate on why.

- Most commissions are finished within three to four weeks. I will notify you of any delays.

- You must supply me with at least two reference images

- I will not work from inspiration or reference images made with AI, and I reserve the right refuse a commission if you knowingly supply AI images as reference.

- Props incur a complexity fee of $10-15, depending on the complexity of the prop (mobility aids are exempt)

- After receiving payment, I will send you a preview of the sketch stage of the commission. Once the sketch is approved I will finish the commission.

- If you supply me with your email you will receive a PNG file of the final piece at full resolution. As these are digital commissions, you will not receive a physical copy.

- Significant edits may be requested at the sketch stage. Once the sketch is approved, only smaller edits will be considered.

- When asking for edits, please feel free to draw over my work to clarify what you're asking for.

- Once a commission is colored or finalized, one round of small edits and adjustments can be made.

- I will edit a finished piece for $1-10 depending on complexity of the edit

- The piece I show just before finalization will have a large watermarked signature over it to prevent myself from being scammed, this will be removed in the final piece after I receive the second half of the payment

PAYMENT

- All payment for commissions is made through PayPal invoices, in USD.

- Due to PayPal's age restrictions I cannot accept commissions from anyone under 18 years old.

- Half of the Payment is required upfront before work is started and the other half after the commission is finished

REFUNDS

- Refunds for the first half of the payment are available before the sketch is approved. Once the sketch is approved, refunds will not be given.

- If you would like to cancel a commission, please contact me first.

COPYWRITE

- You, the client cannot claim the commission as your own work.

- You, the client cannot use the commission for any commercial purposes (eg producing prints, shirts, badges, etc, to make profit). Any and all uses of the commission must be personal with no financial gain. If you wish to purchase all or certain rights to the piece, please contact me for pricing. These rates will be industry rates and as such usually significantly higher. Pieces used for commercial projects will require a rights and usage contract to be written up and signed by client and myself before any work is to begin.

- You, the client, can repost your commission: it is for your personal, private use (such as icons, profile images, forum signatures, additions to personal galleries, tattoos, printouts for yourself) so long as you credit my account and do not remove my signature.

- The piece may not be changed or adjusted through the use of machine learning or derived technologies. Do not use AI programs to edit the art, or use it for training AI-based datasets.

- Clients are not permitted, under any circumstances, to use any part of their commissioned artwork for Non-Fungible Tokens (NFTs). Use of the artwork for any advertising or profits associated with NFTs, cryptocurrency, or any other blockchain-based technologies is strictly prohibited.

- You, the client have the right to your own characters but have no commercial rights to the artwork itself and thus cannot legally use it to make money. I retain the rights to the image.

- I, the artist reserve the right to use the artwork I create for future promotions, portfolios, and otherwise, unless you make it clear that you do not want that or your commission is Not Safe For Tumblr

TOS VIOLATION

Failure to adhere to my ToS will result in being blocked and blacklisted from commissions.

Rude or agressive clients will not receive refunds and the WIP of their commission will be deleted.