#statement❗

[ceoslayers]

❗ 3 SDNY Federal prosecutors (from the same office prosecuting Luigi) resigned after DOJ pressured them to lie about wrongfully handling Eric Adams' case. They claim that "Department has decided that obedience supersedes all else, requiring us to abdicate our legal and ethical obligations in favor of directions from Washington. That is wrong."

As a reminder, in her statement from Apr 1, Luigi's Lawyer, Karen Friedman Agnifilo, also claimed that DOJ wanted the SDNY federal prosecutors to obey their directive to seek death penalty despite the local prosecutors recommending against it: "Their decision to execute Luigi is political and goes against the recommendation of the local federal prosecutors, the law, and historical precedent."

To summarize, even the prosecutors cannot handle this level of corruption anymore.

[mirkhammett]

anything having to do with dave mustaine + breeding kink.. we are incredibly delulu tonight, yes indeed 🗣📣❗❗

oh yes u r so right. and oh yes we are!!

kiss of life

summary: a quiet night on dave’s tour leads to a late night confession of his, which leads to something more.

warnings: unprotected sex (don’t do this), breeding kink, one mention of drug misuse, consent is not verbally said, sleepy sex, dominant dave, he’s so cute kill me, all that jazz, dirtiest thing ive wrote yet also the shortest

w/c: 2.2k

sorry this is shorter than usual, i couldn’t think of a good plot idea for this, so it’s very basic lol ^.^ not proofread so correct me on mistakes!!

the almost minuscule tv on the beside table hummed muffled sounds in confluence, a showing of an old 60s movie, (which seemed so ancient now), radiating the bedroom with hues of grey, and even darker greys. you couldn’t say it was the best hotel room you had stayed in, but it wasn’t even close in being the worse. it was comfortable, and that was enough for a night, or a few.

you lay on your side, facing the diminutive television, though only really paying attention when the room would light up white, your hands clasped together under the not so unusually thick, hotel pillow. so much for comfort, when you could deem the single pillow practically thicker than the mattress.

dave was propped up beside you, his large hand calloused with litters of guitar scars from playing too harshly, (which you had berated him for many times), draped over your waist. his other hand was holding him up so he could see over your body, eyes glazing over the tv lazily. his shirtless body was pressed against your own, the only thing separating the embrace of pure skin on skin being the lacy silk night dress you were sporting, the colour a captivating mix, or so dave thought, between cream and an off white.

“are you even watching this?” he muttered, a mix between a question and a statement, the hint of a smile slipping through his words. he suddenly let himself flop down into the mattress, the bed rumbling sideways with a soft thud.

“no,” you murmured, turning to face him. “are you?” you questioned, already knowing the answer from his body language. he was laying on his back, facing the yellowed popcorn ceiling, that had a multitude of darker splurges, probably from a leak that was never fixed.

he shook his head, turning on his side to face you, the remnants of a grin visible through his features, his eyes a slight crease. he lifted his arms, wiggling those calloused fingers as a signal for your comforting touch.

“how was the show?” you whispered, rolling into his arms, your face fitting perfectly between the crook of his neck, his head resting just above yours. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his left hand working through your hair, detangling strands that were slightly caught up from your movement in the bed. you hummed.

“good,” he replied, his usually gruff spoken voice soft with eloquence. the show was good, and you knew it. the way the band performed was just so perfect everytime, well, at least all the shows you had been there for since joining him on tour- what your question really meant, was how he had found the show. he never really said much about it, but his dedication to his fans through every show was so clear. you knew what he really wanted to say, though the words never came to life. good, to him meant great.

it was rare for a night to end this way for him. usually, the band would go out to celebrate and blow some steam, (by snorting up god knows what), only stumbling back to the hotel at some stupid hour late into the next day, to repeat it all again the same night. but tonight wasn’t one of those nights.

you curled into his touch, slipping your arm through the tiny gap between your body and his to rest on his bare chest, a leg hooked over his hip. this seemed to awaken something inside of him, a fire of some sort, as he suddenly came to his senses, becoming more awake. he moved his hand from your now deranged hair to massage your thigh, pulling you further into his embrace.

he shuffled into a position where he was able to sit up and look at you, all while still keeping you connected. to him with an invisible string. the change of position allowed you to completely straddle him, your silky night dress now hooking up by your hips. you played your head down on his chest, your ear against his skin catching the sounds of his comforting heart beat.

“you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” he spoke, almost grunted, his voice now sounding much more restrained than it previously was. he brought his hand to scratch gently under your chin, an amiable purr escaping through your plumped lips.

“yes.” you murmured into his chest, your breath a hot contrast to the slight chill of the room. he used the same hand to pull your face up, sculpting you in a particular position to be facing him, his thumb brushing up and down, up and down gently, like a broken record on repeat.

“good,” his subtle grin showed excitement, but his eyes deceived him, his excitement clear- and then it all clicked. “because i’ve been thinking about this all day, baby,” the state you were once in- your eyes, that were oh so ready to flutter closed for once and for all until the morning sun arose, now felt incredibly awake, entranced, even- that state had dissipated. “can you be that good girl for just a bit longer? then i’ll let you rest.”

you nodded, and there was no time for either of you to waste, no time for you to even think before your night dress was slipping off your shoulders, the cream silk having an easy escape. you smoothly pulled your arms out of the thin sleeves, easily but with little agility, your exhaustion catching up to your, your panties wetted.

one of his hands cradled your chest, groping your breast and rubbing his pointer finger against your blushed nipple, squeezing it between his thumb, soft whimpers escaping you. his other hand found its place against your bare back, holding you up and steady on his lap, but not for long. he ravenously manoeuvred both of your bodies, so that you were lying, back pressed firmly against the mattress, pulling your sleepwear down your legs and flinging it off to the side, landing on the floor with a gentle thump.

and then he was ontop of you again, your hands suddenly feeling frail and useless as he placed his weight just above yours, his body height emitting like blazing yours, your fingers stretching against his sides. you hadn’t even realised he had already shed himself of his boxers.

he slouched his head down so was face to face with your breasts, licking his lips to gather up wetness, before harshly sucking on your left breast, leaving trails of spit in his wake, a sloppy, messy kiss. “can’t wait until one day, when these are so full and plump,” his voice had grown in an octave since you had last heard it, his words muffled, his breath heavy on your bare chest. you sucked in a tight gust of air. “the mother of my children.”

his words caused an instant change in your body, your arousal wetting your thighs and your cheeks turning a sweet red, cascading down your neck and into your nimble fingertips. he released his grip in your boob with his mouth, quickly moving down your body, his hands trailing down, his fingers giving your right nipple an endearing squeeze.

he spread your thighs with his weaker hand, his stronger one inspecting your gushing pussy, a tender finger spreading it apart, a thumb pressing down onto your clit. you released an enthralling whimper, and a grin graced his pretty face, his ginger locks falling onto his features like a sculpture. “already so wet f’me,” he noted, the movements of his thumb causing a full body jerk out of you. “does the idea of having my children get you off?”

you nodded frantically like a maniac, his words combined with his teasing tone making everything feel just a bit more fuzzy than it already was, your eyes threatening to flutter shut. but he wouldn’t let that happen, not yet anyway.

in seconds he pulled himself back up, his arms caging you in, his dick hitting your lower stomach. he lifted his right hand, spitting on it, (which somehow made you much more wetter, if that was even possible), bringing it down to pump his dick a few times, holding it against your pussy lips.

“look at me,” he spoke, stern and dominating. and so you did, bringing your eyes to his, his brown orbs filled with hunger and love, his adoration for you never fading. “are you ready, baby?” his features held concern for your sleepy state, fighting off the feeling of his pulsing dick for just a few seconds to check your head, clear your mind. you nodded. “i need to hear you say it.” his brows furrowed.

“yes, yes, please.” you begged, wrapping your soft arms around his neck, pulling him down, closer to your frame- and that was all the conformation he needed. seconds had never felt longer than they did now, the quick slip of time before he pushed in agonising for the both of you.

and with a mutual moan, he was in, slotted perfectly into you like he was your missing piece, your puzzle finally completed. he didn’t waste any more time before he started to thrust, slow at thrust, getting deeper as he took his time with you. by the 4th thrust of the in and out motion he had acquired, he was fully in, filling you to the brim, his balls flush against the smooth slope of your ass, your whimpers starting to fill the along, along with the stench of sex that was starting to quickly take over your senses.

“i wanna pump you up, all nice and full,” his words could hardly catch up with the speed of his thrusts, your whole body jerking at bouncing to the rhythm, everything about him sending you into a cacophony of melodic infatuation, words beyond comprehension, a sonnet of love. “you want that too, baby?”

and when you thought he possibly couldn’t get any deeper, he made it happen, his dick practically impaling you.

“m’ gonna breed you, make you my wife,” it was like he wasn’t even thinking before speaking, all these words falling out and escaping his lips, all the truth. like a fantasy he had dreamed for, for months beforehand, all these confessions piling up and making it hard for you to do anything but whimper, but moan and beg for more, to please him, because god knows that’s there’s nothing you would want more to be his wife, and eventually one day mother his children. “you’ll look so pretty, full with my babies.”

his thrusts became more erratic by the minute, and you could sense him nearing his release, his words spurring the both of you along to that sublime heaven, that gushy feeling in your stomach beginning to bubble up, fizzing as it nears its burst- and dave knew this too.

“you want me to come inside you, fill you up until you’re leaking?” his balls slapping against your ass made you just want to close your eyes and succumb to the bliss, though his harsh movements weren’t making it very easy. “my dirty girl, aren’t you?”

“uh-huh, mhmm,” you moaned, profanities spilling from your lips on repeat, unable to stop yourself, or the squeaks and whimpers that he found oh so delightful.

somehow he was able to grin through the immense pleasure, his lips curling at the sides, his face wrinkled with his eyes half shut, beads of sweat dripping down his face, rolling down his arm due to his languid efforts to please, his arm propping himself up growing shakier as he neared release.

“my sweet girl wants me to come inside her, all nice and deep,” he grunted out, breathing heavily as his thrusts became sloppier, your thighs sticky and wet with the combination of your juices, and his sweat, a thin layer adorning his whole body, his chest olied and faint abs clear as day. “i’m gonna give you what you want.” his thrusts became ever faster, his hips moving at incredible speeds as he spurted his cum out inside your gushy walls, a guttural groan escaping him.

his orgasm had him pulling you down with him, your own making you see stars, crashing down on you like a malicious wave, your vision going white as you held your eyes tightly shut. he rode you down out of your orgasm, his thrusts becoming slower and more controlled, his breathing shaky and unsteady, your own chest rising and falling uncontrollably, completely spent. he realised this when he finally pulled out, the look on your face telling him all that he needed to know, your shut eyes then proving it.

his expression was filled with love as he admired you, bringing a shaky hand to brush your hair out of your face and tuck it behind your eyes, smiling down at your exhausted form. “always so good for me. i know i was rough tonight, honey, but you did so well,” he begrudgingly lifted himself from your body, admiring your features as he kneeled beside the bed, stroking along your arm as gentle as he possibly could muster up. you had made him soft. “i’ll get you all cleaned up, you just rest now.”

he leaned over, placing a soft, wet kiss to your forehead, before standing up. he hesitated for a few moments, until he knew you were okay, and only then going to the bathroom to retrieve clean up supplies, wiping you down with a lukewarm wet paper towel. “goodnight, baby.”

[asimp4bee]

Very important ❗❗

Please read.

So...I'm gonna be clarifying some things here.

As you guys know, I ship my self-insert, Mea, with Bumblebee. And I'm sure it's obvious to everyone who's followed any of my accounts but I just want to remind everyone that I ship Mea and Bumblebee as two consenting adults.

I'm posting about this in response to this reblog made on one of my old RiD15 Meabee posts where someone made a statement saying that shipping Meabee is considered pedophilia.

(Took this screenshot when I woke up and got a notif for it and was so shocked about it 😭)

I've blocked this person already after I messaged them about it and they haven't replied since yesterday morning so I just blocked them because I don't want to waste my time waiting on a reply that's probably never gonna come.

I'm also confused and found it strange that they still used the ship tags for Meabee if they were so against it 🫠

But yeah, just don't act like this. It's hurtful and honestly, super fucking dangerous to make statements and accusations like this on someone.

Again, I ship Mea and Bumblebee as two consenting adults!

That's all, thank you for taking the time to read.

[signfromeywa]

AUNGIA TA EYWA (A SIGNS FROM EYWA)

Chapter 01: A difficult start️

Description:

Anastasia Novak is a behavioural scientist tasked with socializing a captive Na'vi on behalf of the RDA. The longer she works with the Na'vi and the closer she gets to him, the more she has to rethink everything she thought she knew and redefine her morals and values. Can she just carry on like this, or will she follow her heart?

Content: Rating +18, Avatar fanfiction, human x Na'vi ship, Na'vi captured

Characters: Human OCs: Anastasia Novak, Steven Turner, Patra// Na'vi OCs: Ean'tu,

Word Count: 4379

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❗️English is not my native language! I apologize very much if it reads a bit bumpy here and there.

I'm a German author and this is the first time I've tried to translate a story I'm working on into English and upload it. I still hope you enjoy it.❗

An automatic heavy iron door opened with a hydraulic sound. As it opened, it disappeared into the wall on both sides, revealing a young woman. 

" Mam, please raise your arms." Two guards approached her, both armed and in uniform. One of them stepped up to her. 

She raised her arms uncertainly. She didn't want to cause any trouble or complications. It was her first day at work and she wanted to make a good impression. 

The man picked up a hand-sized scanner and ran it along her body at a distance to scan her for metal parts and weapons. Since everything was inconspicuous, he nodded to his colleague. 

"All right, please go straight out to the airlock at the back. They're already expecting you." He pointed to a much smaller metal door in the distance next to a window. Behind it stood a man who seemed to be busy with something. 

"Thank you very much." The young woman made her way out and the guards resumed their positions. Her heart was pounding in her chest. On the one hand, this was her big chance, but on the other, she was terrified of doing something wrong. It would ruin her once and for all. 

When she reached the airlock door, the man behind the window looked up and noticed her. Then he disappeared from her field of vision and shortly afterwards a beep sounded, whereupon a light came on and the door opened. Behind it stood a man: very inconspicuous, white coat, files in his hand and dark circles under his eyes.

"Miss Novak I presume?" He examined her with his tired eyes. The man seemed overworked or had simply not slept well for many nights, or even too little. 

"Yeah, right." She walked through the door and held out her hand to greet him. He didn't seem to notice, as he turned away and went back to looking at his papers.

"Follow me Miss Novak." He simply walked off and, somewhat irritated, she stumbled after him. "I'm honestly surprised. You're a petite woman and yet you signed up for this job."

She blinked in surprise. "Excuse me?" 

He stopped and looked at her over his shoulder. "But you do know what you signed up for, don't you?" 

"Yes, of course I do. The job description was clear." 

"Hmm..." He started walking again. "We'll see how you do. After all, we work with the highest security measures and technology. So we can assume that nothing will happen to you. But you should still be careful."

What kind of strange conversation was that? Was the guy trying to scare her? Or was he seriously worried? In any case, canceling was no longer an option. She hadn't flown here for three years only to go home again. No way. She was just right for the job. So far, every animal had been trained and tamed by her, and it would be no different here. She shouldn't let these statements unsettle her in the first place. She was the best in her field and that was exactly why she had got the job. 

They stopped together in front of another door with a keypad next to it. He entered the required code and the door opened to let them both in.

"This is the team's workplace, so it's yours too. Apart from the enclosure, of course." He pointed into the room. It had no windows, was made entirely out of metal and was artificially lit with white light. Two desks stood in one corner, close to a large filing cabinet with countless files. A few of them were spread out on the desks as if someone was still writing on them and a few more were stacked in boxes next to them. "You'll have a lot of paperwork," commented the man who still hadn't introduced himself. 

"Over here is the plant's equipment. Everything important is controlled from here, but you don't have to worry about that." He pointed to another corner with a huge control panel. With lots of switches and buttons, none of which the young woman understood.

"Keep moving, over here." They went through another door at the end. This led into a smaller room with a window through which you could see into another area. The employee led her to the window and looked through it with her. 

"You have a wonderful view of the enclosure from here." His gaze wandered vigilantly from right to left, as if he was looking for something. "You can't see it just now. It often hides in the treetops." He was probably talking about the animal she was supposed to look after. She had already seen a picture of the creature in the job advertisement, which had not come to her by coincidence, but through a special contact. Her eyes wandered along the tree. 

"Oh, don't bother. You can't see through the dense leaves from here." He turned around. "Here we have the monitors from the cameras we've installed all over the enclosure, so we can usually keep an eye on it... but it doesn't seem to be visible through them right now. So it really will be in the tree."

A man came in through the door. He was also wearing a white coat and sat bluntly on the chair in front of the monitors with his cup, without saying anything.

"This is Mr. Gonzales, he takes care of the surveillance in shifts. Then we have three mechanics for the enclosure and two people who look after the switchgear over there. So you don't need to worry about that. Just let us know if you want to know anything." 

The young woman nodded and looked at her counterpart with her brown eyes. 

"Oh yes, I'm Mr. Turner. I'd like to welcome you. Let's hope you can hold out here. That beast in there is giving us a hard time. It would be good if you could get it under control."

"Doctor Anastasia Novak, a pleasure. I'll be fine. I've managed to tame all the beasts so far. Don't worry about it." For the first time, Ana smiled. Her colleague seemed a little plump, but he probably didn't mean it unkindly.

"The facility is attached to the main building. The boss likes to come by and take a look at Sky," Mr. Turner said.

"I understand that. But he doesn't go into the enclosure?" 

"He was there once, with a guard. Sky bit the guard's ear off. Since then, he's been wearing an electronic collar and the boss doesn't go in anymore." He looked at Ana. "That's what you're here now for. You're supposed to work with Sky and socialize it to humans." 

"Sky seems really aggressive. It's a male, isn't it?" 

"Yes, but to us it's just an alien. I don't care if it's female or male. I've seen that thing attack our people. If you ask me, it's highly dangerous and just aggressive. I don't think you can get it to get used to humans," he said.

Ana crossed her arms "Any animal can be trained. But I can understand why you're skeptical. Are there any other safety measures apart from the collar?" 

"Someone is always in the control room. From here, a sleeping drug can be released via its collar if it can no longer be held. You have to go through two locks if you want to enter the enclosure. We also have automatic shooting systems that can detect and shoot the target at any time, whether it's sleeping arrows or live ammunition." 

Ana was amazed, but she knew it was necessary. A three-metre animal could certainly do bad things to a person and if she was really going to go in there to work with the animal, her safety had to be guaranteed. Mr. Turner had certainly been able to convince her of that.

She turned back to the window and looked into the enclosure. "Are there any medical records?" 

"Yes, I'll show you the files in a moment. There's not that much in them, though." He stood by her and looked now too. 

"I'll at least be able to file my psychological report there. That would be a start. I'd also like to go straight into the enclosure, is that possible?" Ana looked at Mr. Turner expectantly.

"Yes, that will work. I'll get your equipment ready straight away and inform the shift on duty. Then we'll watch your back from up here," Mr. Turner confirmed. 

"All right, let's get going! I need something to write on, would that be possible?" 

"Come with me." He went ahead into the other room to the desks to get a clipboard and paper. "Will that be enough?"

Ana took the pen from the table and clipped it to the board as well. "Yes, here we go."

Gradually, she could feel her heart beating faster. It wasn't the first alien she'd had to tame. But she could remember exactly what the job advertisement had said. Big, strong, fast. It was said to be somewhat predatory and very aggressive. Ana didn't think she had ever looked after such a violent animal. But she also saw it as a chance to prove once again that she was the best at her job. It was a challenge she wanted to take on and she wasn't just doing it for that reason. She loved all life, other species and animals. All life has its place, you just had to learn to understand it. You could live in harmony with everything, she was sure of that. The dog was the best example. Or the cat. If you found out more about the species and their way of communicating, then you could respond to them and come to an understanding. It would be no different here. She was sure of that. There was always a way.

Her colleague had guided Ana to the airlock door that led into the enclosure. "Here, put on the mask. The enclosure has the atmosphere of the moon, which is necessary for the animal. So you will have to wear the mask at all times when you enter." 

Ana took the mask and put it on. By now, she didn't need any help, as she had already been shown how to wear them a few times on the way here. It was also very easy. A short hiss confirmed that the mask was on properly.

"Good, I'll open the airlock door now. Go inside and wait until the pressure has equalized and the enclosure door opens. I'll have a view of you in the control room upstairs." He opened the door, which only opened with the ID card he had on his coat.

As the scanner light turned green, the airlock door opened, revealing a small room that resembled a larger elevator. Ana entered cautiously and startled when the heavy airlock door closed behind her. There was a small beep and then it started to hiss. The airlock had started to equalize pressure. When the hissing stopped, it beeped again. A light turned green. Ana's heart was now beating up to her neck. She knew she was safe, but she was still excited. After all, she was now entering a predator's enclosure unarmed. It had already proved often enough what it was capable of. 

The sluice door to the enclosure opened to reveal an artificially created natural enclosure. The ground was earthy and covered with grass here and there, bushes had been planted and at the end was an incredibly tall tree. Only now, from down here, could she see how high the treetop was. So high that the ceiling had to be extended and there was now a dome above the tree. But it wasn't made of glass. It was lighting in the form of huge spotlights on the ceiling that imitated the natural light from outside.

"Are the plants real?" she asked Mr. Turner over the radio.

"Yes, they're all real. We have extra staff in here for the flora. They're all real plants from the moon. To recreate the animal's natural habitat," he confirmed.

"So much effort," she marveled. 

"It had to be done. The first enclosure wasn't natural enough and the animal became very weak and ill. Then the boss had this enclosure built straight away." 

"He must really like Sky." Ana slowly stepped into the enclosure and looked around. "Have you spotted Sky on the cameras yet?" 

"No, nothing yet. But stay alert, the beast is damn good at sneaking up on you," warned Mr. Turner.

"Yes, thanks, I'll keep looking around." Ana walked on. The enclosure was surprisingly well maintained and had beautiful flora. It was hard to believe what the boss had taken on himself to make his pet feel at home. Keeping an alien as a pet wasn't easy. Only the rich could afford it. Ana was happy with a simple cat to snuggle up with in the evening. She walked slowly towards the big tree. Her colleague had said that it often stayed here. Maybe she would be able to see it. As she got closer and her gaze wandered over the tree, she spotted something in the branches higher up. It looked like branches tied together and seemed to be hanging from something similar to a plant.

She took out her clipboard and started to draw it. She had never seen anything like it and found it fascinating. "Mr. Turner, do you know what that tied branch is hanging from the tree? What did you hang it for?" 

"We didn't hang anything. It must be new. But it's not ours, at least I don't think so. I'll ask the staff later." 

"Thank you." Ana walked on. But it was unlikely this far up. How could people from the team have got there? It was several meters from the ground, among the branches and leaves. How unusual. 

Then she reached the tree and looked up at it. It was unbelievably huge, not even two full-grown people could have reached around the trunk. 

"How big is the tree?" she asked over the radio.

"Phew... it should be something like 47 meters," was the answer she got.

Ana was amazed. A tree that big was something rare on Earth and would mean that it was a very old tree. Would the growth behavior of the plants be different here? She cautiously placed a hand on the bark. 

Then she heard a branch crack and looked up, startled, but it was too late. All she could see was something large and blue pouncing on her and throwing her to the ground. Frightened and startled, she screamed and the clipboard fell out of her hand and landed at some distance on the earthy ground next to her.

Above her was that animal. Sky! Despite her panic, she recognized it from the photo she had seen. This was the animal she was supposed to tame. Only now that it was so close above her did she realize how big three meters were. But she didn't have time to think about that. She could hardly breathe. Sky had pushed her to the ground and placed his hand on her chest. He really was extremely strong.

Gasping for breath, she looked into the dark blue face. Deep red eyes glared at her. His face was contorted into a snarl and his ears were pinned back. It bared its pointed fangs in anger. She grabbed the animal's wrist, but Sky was stronger. 

"Mr...Turner..." she stammered choked and hoped he would hear the radio. 

Nothing came at first, but then: "Oh shit!" The first electric shock came immediately. Ana got the electric shock from the touch. Shit, that was painful. Her body spasmed under the brief electric shock. But it was enough. The animal had retreated in fright. But it was not in a peaceful mood. Sky crouched in front of her. He hissed at her and his tail whipped back and forth anxiously. 

"Get away from there!" she heard Mr. Turner's panicked voice over the radio.

Her limbs still aching, she picked herself up and tried to get away. Sky jumped towards her again. He was clearly not done with her yet. Ana had invaded his territory. She had been careless. But before the animal reached her, the electricity on the collar was activated once more. This time it wasn't a short shock, but a continuous stream. Sky slumped to the ground and writhed as he screamed. He was clearly in pain, but Ana knew it was her only chance to get away. She stood up and took a quick look at Sky before running off. Suddenly Sky's eyes snapped open despite the pain and their gazes met. 

Shit! None of this was right! What was happening here was wrong and she knew it. Animals shouldn't be tortured like this. A single electric shock or two would have been enough. But to let it suffer like this was not okay.

"Mr. Turner! Turn off the power, damn it. That's enough!" she radioed nervously as she stood anxiously away from the animal. 

"Are you crazy?! Get away from there! There's no way I'm turning off the power." 

"POWER OFF! NOW!" Ana shouted into the radio and looked angrily up at the window where she knew Mr. Turner could see her. 

After a moment's hesitation, the power went out and Sky went limp. "Shit! You must be crazy. Come out of there now!" 

"I'm here to get to know him, not traumatize him." Ana's words sounded harsh. She was annoyed. She certainly wasn't an animal abuser. She never had to use such educational measures before. She had just felt for herself how painful this fucking electricity was. It was not okay to expose the animal to this pain for so long.

Anyway, it was over now and Sky didn't move. He must have been exhausted from the pain. It was the perfect opportunity to get to safety. But that wasn't what Ana was here for. Running away wouldn't help her if she wanted to tame the animal. 

For now, Sky was exhausted. So exhausted that he would certainly not attack her again so quickly. This was a good opportunity to get closer to the animal. She approached cautiously. Just a few steps. Sky turned his head to the side, exhausted, and scrutinized her with his reddish eyes. He watched her closely. 

Ana ducked slightly and held out her hands. "It's all right... everything's fine," she said in a soft voice and continued to approach Sky. This time the animal didn't move. It just looked at her and it almost seemed like it was letting Ana. Why was it okay for her to go over to it now? The animal's tail lay still and its ears were no longer laid back. Only its watchful gaze told her that Sky probably wanted to say: "I'm keeping a close eye on you, I don't trust you completely yet."

She knelt down on the floor next to him. Admittedly, she was terrified. Now she had seen for herself what the animal was capable of. It was dangerous, but it also took courage to tame an animal. 

"Shit! What are you doing, Miss Novak? You'd better get away from there. The animal attacked you earlier. That's dangerous!" Mr. Turner was clearly very upset. His voice was shaking so nervously that Ana could hear it through the radio. 

"Yes, it is dangerous. But I have to start getting him used to me straight away, otherwise it will only get worse. You can't show any weakness," she explained in an equally nervous voice. Although she had tried to sound confident. 

Slowly, she reached out her hand to Sky, and just before she could touch his head, his ear twitched nervously. She paused briefly and waited to see what signals Sky gave her. The animal, however, also seemed to be waiting. Right now, he didn't see Ana as a threat. 

"Calm down, I don't mean you any harm," Ana said gently in a low voice to reassure it. Then she put her hand on its head and stroked it gently. Sky moved shortly afterwards.

"Miss Novak!" Mr. Turners sounded worried.

"It's all right, don't do anything. It's all right." Under no circumstances should he switch on the power now, Sky was behaving quite peacefully. There was no trace of aggression and Ana was surprised that he had changed his behavior so much. What had triggered it? Had it been the punishment? Was it afraid of being punished again? But that didn't make sense, animals don't actually learn the concept that quickly, unless they've often tortured it with electricity like that. The thought made her angry. That wasn't acceptable. 

Sky had sat up and sat in front of her. He still seemed exhausted. But his mind was awake and Sky looked at Ana warily. It wasn't friendly towards her, but it wasn't hostile either. It was more observant. 

Ana gently held out her hand so that Sky could sniff it. "It's all right, big guy, just relax." She smiled at him. 

Sky really was an extraordinarily beautiful creature. He had something human about him despite his predator-like features. The skin had a beautiful pattern and the eyes were a great color. The unique disorder of pigmentation that ran across his face and part of his shoulder also added to his beauty.

To Ana's surprise, Sky not only leaned forward to sniff her hand, but placed his hand in hers. The hand was much bigger than hers and very warm. Was Sky's species a primate? He acted very humanoid as he looked at her and held her hand. He certainly seemed smart. His nose, eyes and ears reminded her a lot of a cat or panther. Very curious. She would get some documents to find out more about the species. She hadn't gotten much information. Only the rough reports from the tabloids on Earth. But who knows how much of it was correct. News was not known for accuracy and scientific precision. 

"What's the name of his species again, Mr. Turner?" The word had completely slipped her mind.

"Na'vi is the name of these beasts," he said much more calmly now.

That's right, that was their name. The Na'vi were widespread on Pandora and known for their ferocity, which led to them attacking the bases of the drilling companies and killing the workers. In general, people told each other about the dangerous flora and fauna of Pandora, and the voices even got all the way to Earth. Even though there was a lot of publicity about traveling to Pandora to work for the RDA. The payment was good, but you were also far away from home. Ana had made it to Pandora and was now really sitting opposite of one of those dangerous Na'vis. At that moment, however, Sky was completely calm. 

Ana sat down too. Sky was so much taller than she was. It was impressive but also intimidating. Where should she start? Talking would not help the animal, body language was the most effective and the right charisma. She was no enemy of Sky, quite the opposite. She wanted to help him fit in and allow the helping presence of humans. 

Gently, she also reached out her other hand to him and he grabbed it, then something strange happened. Sky turned her wrist so that her palm was facing him and brought her fingertips to his chest, where she assumed his heart was.

"irayo..." she heard from Sky. 

Ana's eyes widened. What kind of sound, what kind of gesture had that been? It seemed so human, the way he was looking at her, touching her. Had he been trying to communicate with her? Or had it just been a sound? She didn't understand any of this. She looked into the Na'vis' watchful eyes and he looked into hers. 

It was completely silent. She was very still and breathing evenly. Somehow she had a strange connection to the animal. Sky was special. 

"Are you okay down there?" It was Mr. Turner's voice through the radio. 

Ana averted her eyes to look up at the window, it was quite small from down here, she could barely make out anything, but knew her colleague was standing up there keeping a close eye on her. 

"Yes, I'm fine. Everything's ok down here," she assured him, slightly confused, and then felt Sky let go of her hands. She turned her head back in his direction as he had already stood up and returned to the tree in a crouching position, partly on all fours and partly on his hind legs.

He seemed more insecure and dismissive again. He was clearly afraid of the radio message. "It's all right Sky, it's all right." Ana made a placating gesture with her hands and stood up as well. However, she had no intention of following the Na'vi. It had been enough excitement for today. She should let the animal have its space; after all, she didn't want things to escalate again. 

Besides, she urgently needed to gather herself now. She had gained so many new impressions and so many questions had now arisen in her mind. As soon as she was back at her desk, she would get permission to contact a research facility. She needed to find out more about the Na'vi and their behavior patterns if she wanted to avoid incidents like this in the future. 

Sky shouldn't have to suffer through the collar anymore. This stupid electricity hurt like hell, even if Ana only had it for a second. In future, it would be nice if Sky didn't need a collar like that at all. That would be Ana's goal.

Slowly she walked backwards to get safely away from the animal and Sky watched her closely. When he realized that she really wanted to leave, he swung himself onto a branch to withdraw. He probably wanted to get back to his hiding place in the tree. 

When Ana was far enough away, she turned around, collected her clipboard and made her way to the airlock. The doors opened as soon as she arrived and let her through.

[putschki1969]

FictionJunction Radio vol.#22 ~ About Kalafina's Reunion and Yuki's Official Statement

A couple of days ago, Yuki announced that there would be a new FJS Radio broadcast coming up soon so fan club members were asked to submit questions. It was all done in quite a rush and fans only had one day to send their messages. Obviously, everyone (including myself) was thinking that Yuki would use that opportunity to do some further "damage control" after her official statement regarding Kalafina's reunion concert went viral and caused quite a lot of turmoil among fans. HERE's my translation of her statement. It reflects pretty badly not only on the organisers of the event but also the members of Kalafina which has led to many fans seeing this project as a sort of betrayal from Wakana, Keiko and Hikaru. It has since been very quiet on the social media front and there have been no updates from either Keiko or Hikaru.

Today, the new radio episode was posted on the fan club site and yes, Yuki is dedicating a large portion of it to this topic. Bless her! The latest mail magazine also includes a brief message from Yuki Kajiura. I'll go through some of the important parts of that before I tackle the broadcast. Please note that I will not be providing full translations. This will be more of a round-up of all the highlights.

Regarding the statement I posted on X the other day (I apologise to those who have not seen the post. A proper explanation is provided on the radio broadcast.) I tried my best to convey everything to FJS members as honestly as possible. This is a decision I made after much deliberation, I was worried about whether or not I could be causing further distress by repeating all of it again. It goes without saying that everything I am talking about in the broadcast is true, but to be honest, there were some questions that I intentionally chose not to address. However, this was not because of "adult matters" but because I wanted to avoid hurting anyone more than necessary, so I hope you will understand.

I think I've said everything I wanted and felt like I needed to say about this matter on the radio episode. I'm grateful that so many wonderful musicians and singers have been involved in the music I've created up until now. Even if we are not always on the same stage, I always hope that each and every one of them will continue to make music in a bright, fun, interesting, and cheerful way, in their own way and on the path they have chosen.

Once again, I apologise for causing you all trouble and concern.

Yuki Kajiura

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At around 24:00, Yuki starts talking about all the questions she has received regarding her statement in response to the Kalafina Reunion Live announcement. Yuki appreciates that everyone was very careful/kind in their phrasing and clearly tried to not step on her toes. To clear up some confusion and in order to answer a few questions, Yuki is doing a more in-depth discussion of the situation. Initially, she just wanted to write a short text for the fan club mail magazine but she didn't feel like it was enough so it ended up becoming a main topic of the radio episode. This way, it was easier to eliminate uncertainties. 

When she first saw the announcement, her reaction was to ask herself "why??". She was basically in shock. After all, she had not been informed of the project so it was complete news to her. Soon after, it got very awkward for her when she started to receive a lot of inquiries and messages of fans congratulating her on Kalafina's comeback. Naturally, this made her feel very uncomfortable since she had nothing to do with it. Additionally, there was some confusion among fans about the extent of Yuki's involvement because the official announcement from Kalafina Staff did not mention her name at all but both Keiko and Hikaru mentioned her in their statements. For these reasons, Yuki felt like she had no choice but to make her own statement in order to clarify a few things.

She still does not know all the details, for example the exact reasons behind the secrecy and why the members were not able to talk about this to her in advance. Or if this is going to be a one-time thing or if Kalafina will resume their activities.

Yuki says that her statement might have been perceived as quite "angry" because of her usage of certain "strict" phrases (like Kalafina-san, ございます/gozaimasu", etc) but she wants to clarify that she is really not the type to be angry, it was more a sense of shock that made her write like this and the fact that she wanted to stick to very precise/formal language in this "official statement". She wasn't angry or trying to scold anyone. The main focus was actually supposed to be on the latter half of her statement but due to her phrasing, everyone was focusing on that first part (to a point where people were starting to draw false conclusions). She thinks that even the Kalafina members themselves must have been quite taken aback when they read the statement. It was never her intention to create so much backlash for the project/the Kalafina members and she doesn’t approve of it. To avoid further misunderstandings, she posted some follow-up tweets and ultimately decided to record the radio episode. Yuki wants us to know that the sentiment she was trying to convey was fundamentally positive. She does wish the members of Kalafina all the best and she knows that they will do an amazing job. She repeats this several times.

Of course she would have wanted to do a live concert together with Kalafina, it was always a dream she pursued and something she had discussed with Keiko and Hikaru during their activities together. But there were a lot of hurdles and it was going to take a long time. There was no way of knowing if it was ever going to happen (especially with Wakana still being signed under Space Craft) so she completely understands that the girls would look at different options just to somehow make this concert happen. They were undoubtedly presented with a good opportunity so it would have been unwise of them to not take that chance, especially since it offered a faster solution. With an appealing offer like that, it's only natural that the Kalafina members would have agreed to the project. Despite feeling sad, Yuki knows that sometimes things like this happen in life. When things don't work out one way, you need to try other options. She doesn't fault the members for going down a different path. In fact, she wishes nothing but luck to the girls. She supports them all the way and highlights their splendor as singers (especially Keiko who she admires for her discipline). They all continue to have a good relationship and Yuki will always see them as her "music nakamas".

She is also looking forward to working with Keiko and Hikaru in the upcoming Asia tour. She is sure they will have fun together so there is no need to worry. The same applies for the summer tour next year.

Yuki then goes on to talk a bit about Satoshi Takebe who she highly respects as "senior/senpai". He actually reached out to Yuki after this whole debacle and they talked about how he kinda ended up bearing the brunt of fan hatred which Yuki found very uncalled-for. She is sure he will do a great job as music director for the concert. And it's not a matter of him stepping in to replace her as producer because his role as music director is not the same as what Yuki did in her role as producer. He is just doing his job. And he always wants to do the best he can so he will make sure to make Yuki's music shine.

Last but not least, Yuki actually addresses the infamous BLOG that I wrote about HERE. She read through it and she wants us to know that all the "supposed facts" are fabrications, complete fantasies, especially all the conspiracy theories regarding Sony wanting to get rid of her and trying to control her.

All right, this was really insightful. Love that Yuki is pretty frank. I think this is her basically clearing up the tension and offering an olive branch to the members of Kalafina (and Satoshi Takebe). She is putting out all the stops to convey a positive message and she is using every opportunity to hype up this project. Her fondness for the girls is also very apparent, she uses the chan suffix almost all the time when she refers to them and she praises them frequently throughout the entire episode. So there is no doubt that they are still on good terms with each other. There has been no falling out or anything!

Now is honestly the best time for the three of them to become active on social media again and release some genuine and heartfelt statement. I feel like this is the only way to salvage this current disaster of a situation. I mean, they can't let this drag on forever. I am actually a little sad that it seems like the girls haven't already talked the whole thing through with Yuki but now is their chance.

They all have events and concerts coming up and the general lottery for the reunion live is about to start soon so they need to come out of their hiding place asap.

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PS: There's no need for people to bombard me with tons of messages about stuff like this. Of course I have seen it! Of course I've read/listened to it! Of course I'm going to post about it! Of course I will be providing all the info! Rest assured that I will always try my best to keep everyone updated. But please, give me some time!! I have a real life with a full-time job. Running this blog is not the only thing I do in life so I can't always post about everything right away (even though I would like to).

[winxanity-ii]

⌜Tactus Mortis | Chapter 00 Chapter 00 | Blurb⌟

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: first, i wanna apologize for the rushed ending--if you dared read this--i just kinda lost inspiration for the 'encanto' aspect and didn't want to diverge from the cutsy storyline--my plot for this went real dark and needed a better setting up... one day i may retry this but until then, thank you babies for still sticking/chosing to see what i wrote ❤️

Your body shakes uncontrollably as the voices escalate, their demands piercing through the fragile peace.

❝Please, let me tell my family that I love them!❞

❝My husband deserves to know what his sister did to me!❞

❝Help us... Help us... HELP US!!❞

❝I can't. I can't. I can't,❞ you trembled as you covered your ears in hopes of drowning them out, but it was no use.

Just as you're about to succumb to the overwhelming despair, a sudden grip on your shoulders jolts you, and you brace for the familiar mockery of a spirit's deception. Instead, a voice cuts through the chaos, clear and unmistakably real. ❝Hey, ____. Calm down. Please, calm down. I'm here.❞

Cautiously, you open your eyes, meeting two pools of green filled with worry.

Your heart wants to believe it's truly him, but your mind rebels, scarred by too many deceptions; too many times than you could count, you found yourself in a similar predicament, yet when you allowed yourself to relax, you found that instead of really being someone you cared for, it was just a spirit playing jokes.

Flinching back, you shook your head, ❝No. No. No. You aren't real. You aren't real. You aren't real,❞ you chant, body curling in on yourself as you expected a spirit's mocking laughter to follow.

Yet, the laughter never comes. Instead, you feel two hands cover the ones you held over your ears.

They were...warm...a sensation both unfamiliar and comforting.

Spirits have never possessed warmth; their touch has always been a cold reminder of their otherness.

Slowly, your breathing steadies under his touch, and you dare to lift your gaze, allowing yourself to truly see him. 

Golden-brown skin that speaks of sun-kissed days.

A wild mane of curls that defied gravity, seemingly untamable, no matter how much it was brushed.

Two gorgeous green eyes that made you feel as if you were lost in a forest of evergreen trees.

And freckles—so many freckles to count—scattered across his nose and cheeks  like stars against the dusk of his skin.

Noticing your attention, Camilo offers a gentle smile. ❝There she is,❞ he whispered, his hands moving from your ears to cradle your face.

❝Y-You're real,❞ you manage, the statement half question, half revelation.

Camilo's smile widens, and he hums in affirmation, his gaze softening as he looks at you. ❝Yeah, ____,❞ he gently caressed the side of your face. ❝I'm real.❞

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You were blessed with the gift of seeing the undead.

Though seen as evil and devilish by many, the Madrigals showed you the beauty that comes with it and that your gift doesn't define you.

Now, turning 17, you find that your gift continues to grow—from being able to just see the dead, to being able to allow them to communicate with the living through you.

You find yourself drowning under the pressure from both the living and the undead, yet before you can completely hit rock bottom, a certain curly-haired trickster vows to be the one to save you.

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╭─↬ ❗𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆❗ ↫─╮ There will be mentions/descriptive scenes of the following:

╭ ⁞ ❏. Death/Mentions of death

Lol, I don't know if I got them all, so if you see anything I didn't list, come back and comment right here so I can add them to the list later ➡

Enjoy (•͈˽•͈)

ㅡ   This book takes place 2 years after the main plot in Encanto, so just think of it as a canon-divergent, since all that happened in the movie stays true.

ㅡ   Also, no smut since Camilo is underage. IDC if he got aged up, it still wouldn't make it any better; 17 is a minor. Now, Uncle Bruno tho 👀 jkjk. Unless??

ㅡ A few headcanons will be immersed into the story, just to make it a bit towards my liking (you'll know when you see them) and I would like to just paste the link of a few of what I liked; I may or may not include them, who know?

http://hourlyencantohcs.tumblr.com

**Most of these won't be from the reader herself, but fromㅡAAHHH! I want to say it, but I don't want to give away any plots 😭. Just know it won't be the overall theme of the book, just a few scenes. So don't worry, and if it'll make anyone feel better, I'll put a warning in a chapter that has these.

[killykstudio]

Melancholia

Miguel O'Hara x Obsessed!Reader

Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6;

Warnings: 18+, smut, parano1a,heavy themes as depress1on, anxiety, intrusive thoughts, obsessive behaviour

Summary: After breaking definitely with your ex husband, you think your life is gonna be better, instead you get submerged from your own unhealthy behaviour.

Author's note: the pictures at the top of the post are just for aesthetic purposes. Y/N doesn't have any distinguishing physical traits or type of clothing, leaving you free to imagine her as you like!

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Your reflection in the hand mirror is engulfed in the pinkish and blue lights of the club.You are messing your hair , trying to give them a more beautiful shape. You look...

Hideous

"Linda~" you feel the word on your neck and gasp at the known voice.

"here. The line at the bar was so long, sorry if I made you wait too much" he places two glasses of tequila in front of you two on a glass table.

"Don't worry, Miggy" you lovely smiled at him. He reciprocates the sweet gesture adding a hint of seduction.

You both take the glasses , sip down the drink. Without thinking, you took all the tequila in your glasses, and in that same moment, a sensation of both heat and cold sent a shiver down your spine, causing an involuntary shudder. The alcohol was relentless, mercilessly scorching your throat, and your stomach clenched uncomfortably.

"Slow down! Muñequa! This isn't a competition " he chuckled, placing his glass on the table.

"God," you murmured, choked, and closed your eyes for a moment.

"You were supposed to enjoy it and not see it as a challenge..." His hand brush against yours as he takes your glass and places it near his. You reopened your eyes and locked them on his figure.

Damn, he is gorgeous: disheveled hair, plumb lips , you can see his muscle under his too tight black shirt and his eyes! His red bloodied eyes that make you bloom emotions you cannot distinguish.

"You are... sooo pretty Miggy ~ " you said it boldly.

He chuckles at your statement. You start hitting him playfully "why are you laughing!" Accidentally you went so close to him: your breast against his heavy chest; one of your legs on his; your nose lightly brushing. "C'mon Miggy stop making fun of me!" He keeps laughing until his lips crash on yours. It was sensual and hungry: he tasted all you had to give him,then he broke the kiss with a groan, leaving you breathless.

His warm hand ventured higher. A shiver ran through your heated body, and you couldn't help but bite down on your lower lip and close your eyes. His warm breath on your neck made you tense up. 

He buried his head in your supple neck, kissing and sucking on your skin, leaving behind a trail of love bites.His hand disappears under your dress, and you stifle a moan as he slides two fingers in your slit. Your body was engulfed in flames.

"Miggy-y! Not her-e!" "Let them see who makes you feel good and who you belong to" you have to muffle a moan by biting your lips due to the way his voice rumbles in your ear to your chest.

"te gusta Muñeca? Eres un balbuceo desastre, "¿Te hago sentir tan bien?

The desire in his burning eyes. He stared at you like a hungry predator, and it dawned on you that it was just because of what he was doing to you, right in the middle of the club.

The various sensations nearly drove you insane

"If only you knew," his fingers moved faster inside you, his thumb massaging your clit incessantly, you almost lost your mind, "how much I’d like to fuck you right here on this table."

And that was it. His words were the trigger, you org-

❗SESSION INTERRUPTED❗

You scream in pain as you fall on the freezing ground, you were on the peak of pleasure and you were brought abruptly down from it without having the time to experience it.

Ring!

"time is off Y/L/N" you are a shaking mess, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. You stand on your arms , propping your head back to see the figure in front of you. A woman elegantly dressed with a goth cyberpunk dress and wearing

"you don't have enough memories for another round"

What?

"impossibile I- "you have used them all" She leans near you giving you a hand to stand up. Delicately she starts unplugging all the caves attached to you. " The fuck?!" You move quickly from her touch falling on the floor. "Listen Y/L/N you know perfectly how paraerotism works , I even gave you the depliant : you can use your own memories of a person and copy and paste them to be able to modify them in whatever scenarios you want, but they can only last as much as the original one. You have copied all in which this.... Eugh " she touched her glasses that worked as a tablet.

"Mike?"

"Miguel" you correct her

Ring!

"can you silence your phone, Y/N/L? It has been ringing the whole time "

It was your husband sending all that texts still desperate to understand why you left him

" I can't, if someone important text me, I have to know it"

As if Miguel is gonna call you in any moments

She sighs and continues with her lecture "Unfortunately you already copied all the memories you have of him and-

"can I not copy them again?"

"Can you not talk for a minute?" Your face showing clearly annoyance. " if you copy the same memory more than once , there is the chance of altering it irrevocably and even the chance of completely forgetting it."

Now everything else from now she said was a buzz for you , immersed in your thoughts as you slowly regain your sense from the brain sucking session

Fuck... You don't know for how many days you went on this paraerotic thing: you had left your husband two weeks ago and you cut all your relationships, but one , except for your ex searched for you and this only led you more into this artificial drug. It's not the first time you were dragged by it, but all the time you exited from it.

"I promise this will be the last time, mom" the phrase reverbed in your brain.

Ring!

"anyway since you have finished your memories of this guy, can I show you our Catalog of videoparaerotica? We have a new entry! which is already popular among our costumers: Spiderman Venom edition! The tags include: tentacle; dom; superhero; fighting; rescue; traumatic experience..."

As she continued reading all the tags, she didn't notice you get off from the floor and leaving the club like place.

Your senses are still cool down having a difficult time to focus everything in your eyesight, you could feel under your skin a buzzing feeling like a static tv. Another effect of assumption is the momentary loss of sense of orientation, so you activate location to be able to move back to your home.

Ring!

As you narrow your eyes to adjust them to the light, you are met by a huge thunderstorm

Lucky me ! You sarcastically smiled thinking at the fact you didn't bring an umbrella since the metro didn't announce anything about rain.

Ring!

Your smile fades away

Fuck! Fuck this city! Fuck my family! Fuck my ex! Fuck Miguel! FUCK EVERYBODY!

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

Ting!

This sound is different, since you have set up different sounds for all your number contacts.

You open your phone:

Mom

My dear I've been worrying about you I hope you are doing that disgusting perverse synthetic drug again... Please call me when you can.

You start typing.

You

Ok

You are never gonna call her.

Ring!

You keep walking under the rain trying to avoid getting dripping wet, stopping sometimes under some balcony and veranda. The rain doesn't stop, it's raining cats and dogs, it's so strong that it almost creates a Gray screen. You are freezing and trembling , the cold reminds you of that of the lake.

Without realising, tears start flooding from your eyes,falling in the plash in front of you, fading in the rain.

Why am I like this? No . I destroyed my wedding, my most important relationship that I've built up in many years .not again . It's not my ex fault , it's mine ! I was feeling strange even before I knew about his cheating. NO. I'm tired of these thoughts, I can't MANAGE TO DO ANYTHING, why can't my brain shut down?

You try to stop thinking, eyes fixed on the rain falling in front of you, then see your reflection: you look fucking stupid.

I'm so stupid! I'm so weird! Can I be someone else?! God I wish I could peel my f-

A crowd of people screaming and running in front of you drags you back to reality.

"come here you little bug!"

It's that dr. Octopus? Is he a female? He is... A human?! I thought it was a sentient octopus, on the news they describe it in that way... I'm gonna unsubscribe from NYCN website. It's a fucking scam. Like this cit-

"Come on spidey don't run~ I've a lot of questions for you~ you don't know? It's legit to ask questions and it's a courtesy to answer them!"

She is swinging across the builds with her mechanical tentacles , the rain making it difficult for her to move quickly and precisely, trying to grab something, someone.

"It's courtesy not obligatory!"

Ah yeah... omg... You bring a hand in exasperation on your face. again him. You sigh deeply.

Ring!

Spiderman still being agile enough to dodge or her hits and swings. He is really agile, but he has the trademark to be like an elephant in a crystal shop, terribly unaware of his surroundings, everywhere he goes , something has to be repair.

Ring!

Like my balls everytime my ex messages me. Incredibly this rude statement from you makes you grins a little. Good one Y/N!

The two opponents keep bittering each other with witty remarks. You couldn't care less : you are under a veranda bar covering yourself from the thunderstorm; people keep fleeing the scene to secure themselves,but you couldn't care less, you didn't care If the hit,on the contrary, your mother could redeem your association, so you would actually be helpful to your family! Finally!

"We have fought thousands of times in my universe, it's a quiet...as they say in Italy... a 'prassi'~" (custom thing)

God,I should start a business where I sell popcorn near this kind of fights. Also thickets and merchandise, people would go crazy for this kind of things

"Funny! I have checked my agenda and there is written that it is scheduled only one match, bitch or as they in Italy,puttana!"

He lands on the street, throws a web and pulls himself towards his foe. She starts striking quickly attacks with her tentacles,but he manages to dodge them all, cutting them in the processe. Only one is still functioning properly, infuriated , Docto tries to flee , but Spiderman grabs her by her last tentacle and pushes her violently on the ground.

No wait!

Hitting the ground, due to cause effect , a huge wave of rainwater hits you like a tsunami. You are incredulous and dripping wet.

Not even Miguel could make you this w-

FUCK OFF!

Now even your thoughts were making your life miserable.

Ring!

You can smell blood. Not yours.She is still alive, getting up weakly from the ground.

"Wanna go for round two?" He asked sarcastically

She stares at him full of wrath then her anger seems to be replaced by amusement. She starts laughing , starting from normal to a hysterical one, simultaneously she takes a pistol needle and injects her self with some strange liquids and slowly she regains strength. Ready to storm towards him. She starts swinging, then everything went black for her.

You couldn't see her anymore: a flying ambulance just hit her.

You are still from shock. Spiderman is shocked. The paramedics are shocked. The only thing that wasn't stunned , is the rain who keeps falling down at an incredible speed.

Ring!

Fuck this shit!

As you feel the effects of the drugs have been completely washed over by the shock, you turn off your phone and storm back to your home.

And so in the hallway echoed your steps, the screaming of the people, the shouts of the paramedics at the poor driver and the voice of spiderman.

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Drops falling from your jacket on your floor as you are undressing your self. You look around, something is off.

Did I forget to turn the lights off? AGAIN!? Damn then I ask myself why the bill is so hig-

"Y/N , you know it's courtesy to answer the phone" you turn your head knowing what hare you going to face : your mother fury.

"But it's not obligatory"

"only people without common sense doesn't or-

"my ex doesn't leave me alone , he keeps messaging me! What the fuck does he want from me?!"You cut her lecture clearly being too tired to even listen to her, but at the same time you know the power she holds on you.

"moderate the language"

"sorry... So I had to turn off my phone, the sound was driving me insane!"

"I-" "your phone had the position activated" she abruptly interrupts you. Cold sweating gathering on your skin.

"and it was still on when I texted you"

"I-" you trying to collect saliva in your mouth.

"I was busy"

"busy destroying yourself?"

" I was in the fifth Avenue 42 there is a pub there" she narrows her eyes. "This isn't a bright period for me and I just wanted to relax a bit." Your hands moving in the air looking more dramatic, trying to release all your anxiety.

"Drinking a few beers isn't destroying my self"

"oh so you were drinking alone in a pub? " she says sarcastically. "It's not true that drinking alone leads to alcoholism! You know my bud-"

" let me check your breath"

You are caught red-handed. Your mouth is semi open trying to think of something to help yourself out of this umpteenth disaster.

"I washed my teeth"

Nice try

Your mother stared at you with a murderous look. She stands up and comes closer to you. You are petrified. You could feel your soul leaving you. You don't remember how many times she helped you and how much money she has spent for your rehabilitation, but you can clearly picture how many times you let her down.

She a few centimetres from your face

"you destroyed all my efforts to give you a better life" her voice was grave and severe. You are preparing yourself for the emotional wave of anger she is gonna throw on you.

"I'm sorry to have been a nuisance. I will let you be. Have fun with your own life"

Then she turns her hills and goes straight to the door.

Wait, what?

WAIT!

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Author's note: I'm sorry for the long chapter, but I didn't find a way to split in two effectively. Anyway in the next one we will encounter a new familiar face! A new silly and bizarre relationship is gonna form. Also I've plans for Miguel POV,but I don't know if it will be in the next part or the one after. Only time can tell. So be ready for part 7 and as always thank you for your support!

[tonycries]

Papí, I'm in a debate with some lady on Facebook about LGBTQIA+ stuff, y'know the way I always look forward to starting June (this is sarcasm). And she tried to say that queer people don't face as much discrimination as they used to. Actually, she asked me "what discrimination". That's what she literally replied with.

So, my petty ass gave her the statements, and the citations to go with them. I spent a good minute researching just to give her a nice little article to read. 😂😭

AYYYY proud of you lovely because yeah, you would still NAWT be safe as an LGBTQIA+ person in a lot of countries- including mine 😭 I dunno why some people think it's all easy now but like ❗❗ We're still here ❗❗ Still queer ❗❗ And we still need protection ❗❗

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🔴 Mossad chief David Barnea advocated for a direct attack on Iran following Houthi aggression. During political discussions, he emphasized, "We have to move forward. If we only attack the Houthis, it will not help," as reported by Israeli Channel 13.

⚠️ The IDF is bracing for a significant cyberattack that could target its database containing details of all military vehicles. According to Walla News, the attack is expected to focus on stealing data and possibly disabling systems used in these vehicles.

⚠️ The Israeli security establishment is considering issuing a travel warning for Israelis planning to visit Egypt during Hanukkah due to concerns over potential Iranian attacks targeting Israelis.

A message has been sent to Egypt urging increased security measures to address these threats.

🔹 IDF have entered the city of Al-Baath in southern Syria, situated along the Damascus–Quneitra road in the Quneitra Governorate. The operation began with dismantling earthen barriers on the city's outskirts.

Following their entry, IDF troops initiated searches across various sites and homes. A two-hour ultimatum has been issued for residents to surrender any weapons in their possession, according to a report by Sputnik.

🔹 "The liberation of Syria saved the region from World War III and eliminated a major threat to the region," stated Al-Joulani. He emphasized that militias in Syria posed a significant danger to neighboring countries. Additionally, he accused the ousted Syrian government of assassinating prominent figures, including Kamal Jumblatt, Bachir Gemayel, and Rafik Hariri.

🔹 The new Syrian government has recently decided to prohibit all Iranian planes, including civilian aircraft, from flying over its airspace. This move is expected to significantly hinder Hezbollah's ability to restore its military capabilities, according to Walla.

❗ Israeli Defense Minister Israel Katz issued a stern warning regarding Hezbollah's activities in southern Lebanon, declaring: "We will not allow Hezbollah to return to the villages of southern Lebanon and re-establish its infrastructure. If Hezbollah does not withdraw beyond the Litani and tries to violate the ceasefire, we will crush its head."

🔹 The Yemeni Armed Forces, aligned with the Houthis, claimed responsibility for downing a U.S. Navy F-18 fighter jet. In their statement, the Houthis said, "The American F-18 was shot down because of us, and we managed to thwart the American-British attack."

The U.S. countered the claim, attributing the incident to friendly fire, but tensions remain high as both sides assert differing accounts of the event

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Just saw this.....

Before i say anything let me say i truly want everybody to pay attention to this post and the information inside especially if you agree with the post above.

How little do you know about Elain Archeron?

Let me tell you she has done these things but this person stretched out everything making Elain seem as a person she is not. You seriously think Elain would like anybody who talks about her like this? You think she would be flattered? These are all the people who claim they are Elain stans and change her character left and right.

What's true about what this person said is that she drinks whisky,stabbed the king of hybern,gives airplane gifts,found the suriel, and said ´´I hope they all burn in hell´´. Everything else is false and so disrespectful to her character.

Firstly Elain is seen to be a kind soul who owns up to her mistakes and is thankful for anybody ´s kindness and will remember it forever. That being said, Rhysand was seen once flying Elain to and from The house of wind so she can see her sister. She loves her sister and wants to see her and Rhys is taking her. Do you think she would like that her ´´stans´´ are saying he is her ´´little flying lackey´´ No. She would find you an unpleasant person who lacks respect.

´´Made a 500 year old obsession without even trying´´ You are right. Elain did nothing to have that. It is just because her sisters got with Azriels brothers and the dear shadowsinger formed an idea that Elain is rightfully supposed to be his because you know what, her sisters are with his brothers and that is enough logic. If its an obsession of any sorts, it is an unhealthy one.

Just some reasons:

He feels unworthy to taint her with his presence and hides a part of him (shadows) and hates another (hands) in regards to Elain.

For two years straight all he did was Pump himself and he said himself that he certainly had not gone far with his planning other than his fantasies.

He loved Mor for centuries and after the almost kiss with Elain, he refuses to disclose his feelings for mor. Even in ACOSF it represents he still feels for her.

He says its best to Kill greyson (Elain´s ex lover) even though Elain forbid feyre and others from doing anything to him.

He gets angry at the thought of Elain doing at least something and underestimates her -which is the only canon proof of what he could be thinking so don´t even try. Elain even calls out Nesta who had the same reaction and same reasoning. We have both Nesta and Feyre calling out how they do not like territorial traits from a man.

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He gives credit to Nesta for beheading the king ´´Herself´´ which is a direct parallel to Lucien crediting Elain for her bravery. Before you guys yap about how its factually correct on what he said, do you realise how easy it could have been for sarah to say something like

Azriel said,´´Her sister stabbed the king of hybern,´´ A look towards truthteller and back at bryce and she could have sworn pride swarmed his eyes ´´Nesta beheaded the king of hybern herself´´

Dont bully me i have no idea how to write books but SJM could have put something even more tone down and it would still be an nice Elnotreal moment. Instead she made a direct parallel with what Lucien once said in ACOWAR.

∴ His ´´obsession´´ is super unhealthy.

Anyways whats next?

´´Had the shadowsinger running around´´ I mean go ahead make Elain seem like fricking b**tch. She is so sweet and kind and for some reason you want to take that away to make her seem strong? You have to put down multiple characters to uplift Elain? YOU have to. Not Elain. I can see from people who agree with the statement above (the picture) are simply blind to what Elain offers. There is a strength in her kindness,generosity, manner and feminism. When i see how kind Elain is, i see her strength. I see HER power. She respects all those around her and if i stan her why would i change that narrative?

That being said, Elain would continue to thank everybody who shows her kindness and if you think not than do not even bother saying you are pro Elain.

Same thing with saying she forbid everyone from eating. Elnotreals are seriously taking the forbidden love idea too far. All jokes aside she literally canonically said that they should not wait for her and go ahead and eat. Even if she did say that, no offense to my girl but they would all laugh their a$$ off and continue to eat.

Although Elain distances herself from Lucien, based on her character she would be offended if someone said she does not gaf.

Even this creator would. Imagine i made a anti Elain post saying something along the lines of

´´I hate Elain because she practically does not gaf about the mating bond with lucien and she sucks because of it´´

In this circumstance, you guys would pounce right away and start listing off the reason on why it isn´t the fact she does not gaf its because of _______ etc.

Although you are using it to make her seems as though she is a Girlboss for it? I´m not blaming her because i literally 100% believe it is not the fact she does not care, it's deeper.

´´uglified herself´´ There you go again, disrespecting Elains family, friends. First of all, no one needed Elain to be there, they needed Nesta. They did not choose Elain. They chose Nesta because of her dancing so she could seduce Eris. It was Elains choice to come although no one needed her. Mor always prefers to wear red and she did wear it the court of nightmares. Elain chose to wear black to match as the High Ladys sister in order to match. She herself looks prefers lilaks,blues,pinks but probably told herself she needed to be someone else to fit in. Something Cass and Rhysand has noted. Why are you calling her ugly when her current state is ´´Life being sucked from her´´

You just love disrespecting my girl acting like its a praise. tsk, tsk

Why am i making this post? What if its just a joke?

Its not just that. Many people use this information to uplift Elain while they casually ignore her own choices and personality. So what if this is a joke? On the bottom it says

´´You sure she is not developed enough?´´

Meaning what she wrote is development for Elain. No its not. Its erasing her character and morphing a new one in her place. I could go on and on of other reasons as to why Elain is developed and it is none of those reasons. Most of her development would happen in her own book and from her own pov instead of other characters just like Nesta.

Anyways my hole point is that you dont have to make Elain seem like she runs the ic, or she dominates everybody, or is a mastermind.

Let me get this straight

Feyre is a highlady: STRONG

Nesta is a warrior: STRONG

Elain is a gardener: STRONG

In my opinion it could be stronger. Maybe because im just like her haha but in a world of warrior women or tongue lasher women, she remain her perfect self, Elain Archeron and she would let no man or no ´´stan´´ change that.

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[manicali]

i love how i automatically flinch and back away whenever my dad is mad at me!! :D

unrelated but there was this one time my 6(?)-year-old ass would NOT sit down to eat so he strapped me to the chair with a belt 💀🙏🏾 crazy times

also sometimes hell talk really loud or make a noise around my eldest brother and as much as he can sometimes be mean i still feel bad for him cuz it annoys me and my sensory issues arent that bad

wow i love tramau dumping to my moots instead of having a therapist /j uhh this time i give you

my beloved ginger akito shinonome

Okay so I wad about to respond to your reply with "It's good you weren't injured or your parents would be an a hit list!" Statement fully retracted. Your dad has joined "List of people who hurt friends and will suffer accordingly!"

Therapy is overrated (not for those of you i tell to see a therapist do NOT quote me on this) when you have friends (joking)!

It's shitty that you're going through that. One day I'm gonna give you a hug.

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Tonight Ve' Dance

❥ -> Bat invites Medkit for a brief waltz. WORD COUNT : ~586 SHIP : Batscythe x Medkit (rblx) (romantic) WARNINGS❓: none! NOTES❗ : i feel so rusty i haven't written in ages. anyways this is short n sweet. also bat uses french exactly once and it's the french word for 'spin' which is just 'tour'

In the empty, gothic ballroom-esque upstairs of her house, Batscythe makes a humble request.

"Indulge me, my dear Medkit."

They move across the marble floor with a confident stride, stopping just in front of him, and extending their hand with a flirty smile.

"Allow me this dance."

Medkit gives her a blank stare long enough for it to be awkward. Despite this, they remain undiscouraged. They beckon him, mouthing a soft 'c'mon' as they wait for him to take their hand. And, with obvious reluctance, he does.

Medkit allows himself to be pulled into Bat's elegant embrace. "Just follow my lead," They murmur softly, waltzing around the room in a large circle, effectively pulling him along, one hand in his and the other on his waist.

"If you haven't noticed, I've never done this before, Bat." Medkit says after a few moments of trying to figure out where to place his free hand.

Bat giggles a little. "It's fine," she assures him. "You make a fine dance partner, regardless."

Despite his earlier statement, it doesn't take much for Medkit to ease into the motions. It's rather rhythmic; moving in a circle, one step after another, trying not to trip over the other demon's foot.

The two keep eye contact, but every now and again Medkit catches Bat glancing downwards with a nervous glint in their eyes, almost as if they're uncertain of their own movements.

Something clicks with Medkit, and he opens his mouth to inquire about it, but before he can, Batscythe speaks up.

"We're going to try a little tour, are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

With another giggle, Bat pulls away ever so slightly, raising the arm that was holding Medkit's hand above his head, guiding him into a smooth spin.

As Bat pulls him back towards them, they pull a little too hastily, causing Medkit to stumble. "Ah, ah, sorry!" Bat says quickly as they move in to catch him, supporting his body with their own.

"Sorry," they repeat.

Medkit's good eye locks with Bat's as the two just stand there, and a tiny grin graces his lips. "You haven't done this either, have you?"

Bat freezes, a soft 'ah' escaping them. They can feel their face growing warm with a rush of embarrassment. "That's.." they start to respond, averting their gaze from their fellow phighter.

"Well, I mean-" They laugh sheepishly, failing to cover it as something convincingly confident sounding. "O-Of course I have! I've practiced this for ages now…"

There's a long pause. "Of course, it was more of a.. one might say.. solo waltz, but.." They laugh again, weakly this time, clearing their throat before adding. "..Maybe it's not still so invalid, despite that."

After saying this, Bat finally looks back at Medkit, surprised to see a smile still on his face, one that's more noticeable now.

"I'm.." Medkit sighs softly. "I'm flattered." His hands find their way to their shoulders once more. "…I wish you had told me from the beginning, maybe I wouldn't of worried so much if I knew you were just as new at this as I was."

"But.. I'm still honored to be your first dance partner, Batscythe." He chuckles.

One of his hands slowly slides over their arm, until it finds theirs, taking ahold of it once more as he gets ready to continue with their waltz.

"Let's continue." He says, looking them in the eyes once more. "Ready?"

Bat can't help but smile, feeling their heart swell. "Of course."

"From the top, as they say."

[jce93]

You got me intrigued with the konokano ship, how do you envision it?

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AUGHGHH THANK YOU FOR ASKING !!! If anyone else has any questions ab them or wants me to elaborate on anything EVER pls do not hesitate to send asks I love these !!!!!!

Just as a general statement, I'm not saying I have the completely correct way to interpret all of these . I'm also not saying I think all interactions between them are intended to be romantic . Just how I see their relationship based on their canon interactions.

⚠️⚠️⚠️ kgpr spoilers ahead !!

I think a lot of the appeal to me is that they would work so well together, yet could never realistically work out? Like a 'wrong place, wrong time' kind of thing?

Outside of an alternate universe idea (which the anthologies seem to follow, at least to me), it is literally impossible for them to know eachother for more than a few days lol. Kano already knows of Konoha's existence -- to an extent, but they only ever meet when Konoha joins the mekadan on Aug 14/15 of present day. Then Konoha gets possessed and either ends up being the one to kill Kano, or turns into Haruka's snake as the awakening eyes.

Of course . When I talk about them it's in more of a casual sense? Once again, think of similarly to the anthologies. Konoha and Kano contrast eachother really well imo !!!!! I made a post about this a while ago which you can take a look at if you want, but both individually and together they are the sun and moon pairing of kagepro. Complete opposites yet so perfect for eachother . At least to me lol,,,,

Secondly,, I think they'd both be helpful for eachother? Of course, while the mktrio wouldn't judge him, Kano very clearly feels too insecure to fully let on what he's going through, shown by how he loses it in the otsukimi recital ep of mca. Konoha, with his limited experience of the world, would probably make Kano feel more secure? If that makes sense? Like . With his limited experience, Kano would likely feel as if Konoha quite literally does not have the ability to judge him. On top of that, he probably wouldn't even really say much about it, as he's generally a quiet person. Kano, as someone who isn't all that confrontational when it comes to his own feelings, would probably be more comfortable with that . At least that's how I read it idk . This is all just my interpretation of their nearly-nonexistent relationship.

Um !!!! Secondly!!! This is less of a "why they work well together" and more of a "why I think theyr cute :)))))" but . I think it's really sweet how Kano seems to have somewhat of a soft spot for Konoha?

Ignore the low quality . The official kgpr scans have horrible quality for whatever reason, but this specific page was what initially got me interested in them as a pairing when I first got into kagepro.

Of course it could just be a case of Kano not wanting to get his ass beat by his sister but . Either way I think it's funny how he starts panicking almost immediately,,,, he'll tease and agitate Marry knowing that it'll likely end up with him getting temporarily frozen, but with Konoha, when he gets worked up Kano starts panicking lol ,,

Also !! In the Children Record -NO.3- sections, theres this one blurb before they go to confront Kenjirou/Clearing eyes which I think is cute,,,,,,

Ofc . Like . Yeah what he did was impressive but I also just find it really endearing how Kano is all 😯😯😯😯❗❗❗❗❗❗when he sees Konoha do that,,, I think Kano both feeling a sense of responsibility for Konoha (due to him not being all too aware of things like social cues & whatnot) while also feeling a sense of admiration for him is sweet .

Later on in the novels, after Konoha gets possessed and kills both Shintaro + Kido, then Azami uses memories to come through to Marry & freeze Kuroha/Saeru, despite having barely known him (at least from what we know), Kano still seems to want to save Konoha which makes me 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Like . Yes I get that it's because Kido and Shintaro have already died (somewhat), but Konoha is just being currently possessed . But . Like . Idk it makes me a little sick,,,, I don't really have anything of note here haha . I just lovb them,,,,, bye 😜😜😜

Ya !!! So . Um . Those r some thoughts on them. Thank u anon for the ask!!! If you or anyone else has any questions ab them, or wants me 2 elaborate on anything here I'd be more than happy to :D