#teller would not be able to do it without making it a ~thing~

[glowofpurple]

I really need someone to draw Jacobi/Eiffel or the Time:Bombs crew doing that boom defusing game (Never Stop Talking so something like that?) and they're just doing a terrible job.

[deikshen]

Omega Shen Qingqiu who is fed up with all the courtship gifts he receives. It's okay, it's entertaining, but at this point in his life he is quite tired. His Binghe has fallen (been pushed and stabbed haha oops) into the Endless Abyss, and he is really fed up with courtship gifts and having to answer civilized letters rejecting them.

So, just to spite him, Shang Qinghua sends him a courtship gift. Just to make fun of him. It's a silly little thing, literally. A flower with two long light blue petals pressed with with the description below "Hatsune Miku Flower".

Shen Qingqiu keeps it.

Okay, so if he rejects the courtship, he's supposed to return the gifts and send a rejection letter. But damn! He knows Shang Qinghua did it as a fucking joke to get on his nerves. So, he keeps the damn flower and doesn't waste his time sending the rejection letter.

Shang Qinghua comes over for tea after that, and they stay up later than would be appropriate discussing some fandom shit. In reality, time passes and it is late at night when Shen Qingqiu kicks Shang Qinghua out of his house.

A few days later, Shang Qinghua sends another gift. The truth is that, at that moment, BOTH of them have forgotten the nonsense of courtship gifts and all that. But Shang Qinghua had gone down to the village, had seen some ugly and ridiculously colorful fans, and decided that it would make a great ironic gift for his friend. So he buy them, wrap them with the most delicate care, and send them off.

And then, a few days later, he sends a very ridiculous collection of novels he found directly to his chaotic reader friend. He does so, of course, knowing that he would not be able to carry those books on his return, taking advantage of the parcel service to lighten his trip.

So when he gets to Cang Qiong, he's suddenly being looked at horribly by the other Alphas and he's just—hey, he didn't do anything wrong!!!

Shen Qingqiu enjoys his books, uses his colorful fans exclusively to hit Shang Qinghua, and only once regrettably uses one for a whole day until he realizes it and just hits Shang Qinghua swung his fan very hard, horrified.

Shang Qinghua keeps coming to drink tea, gossip and complain almost every afternoon. He often stays up late at night. At one point, Liu Qingge just stops with Shen Qingqiu to say:

"You shouldn't be with an Alpha who is courting you without a chaperone."

And Shen Qingqiu is just: "???? What Alpha is courting me?"

When Shang Qinghua arrives a while later with some sweet buns for tea, Liu Qingge rolls his eyes and runs away.

And the entire sect believes that they are in a fairly advanced phase of their courtship. Of course, it is a very serious matter; they meet all the standards of taking it as seriously as they should. Gifts, meals, providing for him; even Shen Qingqiu looks happier, using the gifts Shang Qinghua gives him to show how he accepts his courtship, eating his snacks in public, composing new songs for him.

(Shen Qingqiu doesn't compose a shit. He plays pop songs that Shang Qinghua misses on the guqin and enjoy some music he thought he would never hear again.)

When the courtship has already lasted more than half a year, everyone is restless. Although it is true that some courtships are long... The truth is that in half a year, they should already be preparing a wedding! A small ceremony at least! But neither of them seems to talk about weddings, or ceremonies, or trousseaus, or preparations, and they are all NERVOUS.

Could it be that the two peak lords are holding such a private ceremony that not even their pack of peak lords will be invited? That was rude!

Once again, Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua still have no idea what the hell is going on with them. Why do all peak lords behave so strangely? Why do they keep insisting that they go see a fortune teller? What the hell are they talking about???

[rebelwrites]

Just Come Home

Jax Teller x Reader

A/N I know I made you wait ages for this and I’m sorry, my muse decided to fuck off again 😂

Everything was wrong.

This wasn’t how your life was meant to have panned out, but here you were, standing in the bridal suite of some overly posh stately home, wearing a dress you hated, waiting to walk down the aisle to someone who you didn’t love.

You didn’t even recognise the person staring back at you in the reflection.

The dress was pure white and felt like a giant lace tablecloth, itching every part of your skin. You felt like the high conservative neckline was cutting off your airway and there wasn’t a hair out of place. All of your tattoos had been purposefully covered with the long sleeves hiding your true colour and your past that your ‘family��� saw as a stain.

It was official your life was over

The fire you held for life had been extinguished all because you bit your tongue and didn’t tell the person who held your heart just how you really felt.

Every single day you drowned in regret of walking away from your soul mate and your one true family, but it was the only way of you being able to protect yourself and your heart. You couldn’t sit around watching him with a different girl every night so you did one thing you never thought you’d do, go back to the people that were no longer family.

The moment you walked back into that ridiculous mansion you knew you didn’t belong. From that dark day your so-called parents organised a sham marriage and ran some stupid press release stating that you had seen the light, repenting your sins and had finally come back home leaving your rebellious phase in the past but they still looked at you with hate in their heart, it was like you were a piece of shit on their shoes or a stain they couldn’t get out no matter how hard they tried.

They hated the fact you had been arrested multiple times and had a long rap sheet to accompany the nights you spent in a cell. So just like that you woke up one morning to the news they had spoken to a judge and had got your record expunged, no doubt they had paid a pretty penny to get your past hidden.

It was a fresh start you never wanted or asked for.

All you wanted to do was pick the phone up and rang the person your heart was screaming out for but you buried the feelings and temptation. Letting out a shaky breath you fumbled around in your bag pulling out your crumpled pack of smokes, yet another thing they despised but it was one thing you refused to give up.

Placing the cigarette between your blood red lips you quickly lit the end, taking a long drag letting the smoke fill your lungs. You knew you weren’t allowed to smoke in the room but you didn’t give a fuck, your mind was spinning and you had no where else to turn.

“I wish,” you breathed, trying not to let the tears roll down your cheeks, you weren speaking to anyone in particular but you just needed to get the words out. “I wish so could tell you how I feel”

All of a sudden it felt like the walls were closing in on you, letting your eyes flutter closed as the room suddenly filled with the one scent you would never forget.

Tobacco, leather and whisky mixed with the spicy scent of his cologne.

It was the best smell in the world and without turning around you knew who was standing behind you, you didn’t have a clue how he managed to sneak into the room let alone the stately home especially with the amount of security that had been hired to keep the trouble out, making sure today went perfectly.

“Fuck me,” that familar voice finally breathed after what felt like an eternity had passed, “you look breathtaking.”

Every single hair on your body was standing on end hearing him say those words, all you wanted to do was run into his arms but you were frozen to the spot. The only thing your body would allow you to do was open your eyes.

Turning your gaze to the mirror you took a long drag of the cigarette as you locked eyes through the reflection.

There he was, the person who owned your heart, leaning against the large wooden door frame. Leather hanging perfectly from his shoulders and a sad smile on his face.

“Hi Darlin’,” he hummed, not moving from his spot, “it’s been awhile, you aren’t an easy person to track down.”

“Maybe I didn’t want to be found,” you huffed, swallowing down the lump in your throat. You both knew that was a lie and you were just protecting your pride. There were two people that knew where you were, and both of them knew what today was. There was always a risk of keeping in contact with Gemma and Chibs, that risk had now reared its head but deep down maybe this was what you wanted. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough,” he whispered, pushing himself from the door frame, taking a couple of large strides across the room, closing the space between the two of you. The air was being sucked out of the room and the tension was building between the two of you, like a pot on the stove waiting to boil over. “This wasn’t how things were meant to play out.”

Letting out a shaky breath you finally turned around to face Jax, the moment you stared into his blue eyes you felt your resolve starting to crumble. It was like nothing else mattered. The words were caught in your throat, you had so many things you wanted to tell him, or more so scream but no matter how hard you tried nothing came out.

“I’ve been lying to myself for years, sunshine,” Jax whispered, tears glistening in his eyes as he slowly reached out, taking your hand in his. The moment he linked his fingers between yours, you felt your stomach erupt with fireworks. “In fact I think we both have, I heard you say you wish you could tell me how you feel.”

It was like your heart knew what was happening but in this moment you were pissed off, why now? Why today? You had so many questions and not enough answers.

Once again you found yourself biting your cheek because when you and Jax caught it was like you were setting the world on fire.

“Sunshine,” he breathed, brushing his thumb over the top of your hand, his voice was low and you could tell he was trying not to cry, “I have fucked up so many ways, I should have told you this years ago, but I fucking love you,” he paused finally letting the tears roll down his cheeks, “I always have.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, those 3 words you had longed to hear but for some reason all that filled your veins as anger.

““You love me?” You repeated, taking a step back putting some distance between the two of you, pulling your hand out of his. Pinching the bridge of your nose you tried not to let the tears fall down your face, taking a deep breath trying to keep your temper at bay. “Then why the hell did you let me believe you fucking didn’t?”

Jax roughly wiped away the tears, the sad smile once again making an appearance, he stayed quiet for a moment whilst he put a cigarette between his lips, extending his hand out to offer you one, which you accepted needing a distraction.

“I didn’t want to lose you,” he admitted, struggling to make eye contact at this point, “but I fucked that up didn’t I?” he half laughed, trying to hide the pain, “I ended up losing you anyway, ended up losing my best friend, the people my heart has been screaming out for since we were teens.”

“Why today?” Out of all the questions you had that was the only one that would come out. “You could have found me any day in the past year but instead you came on my wedding day.”

Jax knew as well as you did, you didn’t belong here, you belonged back in charming, on the back of Jax’s bike or in the garage with your hands covered in grease as you worked on your latest project car.

“Because this isn’t you, sunshine,” he whispered, every time he used the nickname he had for you, your heart wanted to explode, “Mom told me by the way, I think she hoped that it would bring me to my senses and I guess it did,” he sighed, once again fighting the tears. “I know we have a lot to talk about and I’m not expecting you to become my ol’ lady overnight but please just come home, back to the family you deserve and where you belong.”

All you wanted to do was be back in Charming, being able to be your true self.

“I don’t have any other clothes,” you whispered, laughing slightly, “all I have is this god awful dress,”

“You still took my breath away,” he smirked, shrugging the back pack from his shoulders, leaving you confused on how you didn’t notice that when he first entered the room. “But it’s not something you’d pick, it’s urm, too white for a start,” he chuckled, dropping his focus to the backpack, “good job I brought you this,” he winked, throwing the bag to you.

You caught it with ease and found yourself pulling out a pair of ripped skinny jeans, your cut off Samcro vest top and a pair of brand new air force ones. “You came prepared,” you hummed, dropping the bag and instantly pulling the millions of pins out of your hair.

“I wasn’t going to take no for an answer,” he smirked, walking across the room until he was now behind you, offering a hand in taking your hair down before he found the zip of the dress. His movements were slow and excruciating, your skin was erupting with sparks as he pulled the zip down to your hips. “Now come on, get changed I’m sure I heard someone calling your name.”

You had never gotten changed as quickly as you did in that moment, the minute you pulled the denim over your body you started feeling more yourself, you were done and you were going home and nobody could stop you. Taking one last glance in the mirror you could help but laugh as you found yourself actually liking the makeup, it paired well with your edgy look. Smirking to yourself, you ran your fingers through your hair giving it a good shake, the old you was back!!

“Why aren’t you ready yet?” Your ‘father’ screamed as he saw the expensive gown crumpled in a pile on the floor.

“Well, Reginald,” you sneered, standing with your shoulders back feeling you could take on the world, “I don’t belong here, so fuck you, and fuck this wedding!”

“You are making a big mistake,” he growled, trying to step closer to you but Jax was quicker, acting like a human shield.

“You take on more fucking step and I will put a bullet between your goddamn eye,” Jax snarled, venom dripping on every word, “now move out of the fucking way because I am taking this angel home back to her really family.”

“Angel?” Reginald questioned, raising a brow as he followed Jax’s orders, “she’s the fucking devil reincarnated.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his comment, if only he knew half of the things you got away with during your teenage years. One thing was for sure it would have put him in an early grave.

“Let’s get one thing straight here, Regi,” Jax said lowly, “us Tellers have a thing for the devil,but if I ever hear you call my sunshine that again I will end you.”

Nothing else was said after Jax’s 2nd threat, which wasn’t surprising knowing how wimpy your biological family was, your heart was practically beating out of your chest watching the man you have loved all your life defend your honour.

You didn’t know what life was going to hold from this moment on but all you knew as you linked your fingers with Jax’s that things could only get better from here.

You were finally going home.

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[eatmekaneki]

His Obsession

18+

✖︎Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x fem!reader

✖︎Word count: 4.8k

✖︎Warnings: smut; noncon; dubcon; k!dnapping; Kn!feplay; blo*d; manipulation; yandere themes; izuku is a yandere; all characters are aged 18+

✖︎A/n: I have a prompt list with random themes and characters I spin a wheel for and this prompt landed on Izuku Midoriya and knife play! So here we go!

Izuku had been on his own a bit too long now. He’d been on a job in your city tracking a trail of criminal activity that had led him straight to you.

Wanted posters with your face plastered on them were hung across the walls of his dark and sad rental studio apartment.

He had maps everywhere with leads and sticky notes. Pins and strings were winding across them all in multicolored webs pointing to spots across the city you’d been linked to.

He knew the danger you posed to him especially.

Your quirk was a mind manipulation type. It made you drive men mad with lust. As far as the hero’s knew, you were able to do this through something like a telekinetic ability but to activate it, your whole body would break out into a blush. That was the only things he’d been told about you, other than that you’ve been using your charms to rob and manipulate people across your large city. No one quite knew the range of your powers, or if someone even looking at you through a screen could be affected.

Cursing under his breath he picked up a photograph of you that one of his informants had been able to get him and looked it over. You might have already been a problem for him even without your power.

He looked around the room at all of the other photos of you he’d gathered over the past couple months. The photos hanging by his bed were zoomed in on different body parts of yours; lips, legs, shoulders, fingers, eyes…one where your plaid yellow skirt had almost blown up in the wind.

He pinned the new photo up on his living room wall and put a new red string across to a second pin to mark on the map of where you were last seen.

You’d been starting to put together a crew of other villains that had quirks that could manipulate people, he needed to move in now before you took your crimes to a more grand scale.

Laying down in his bed he stared at the photos of you so close to him…you were so close to him, and he was so close to finally getting to you.

He imagined every night what it would be like to finally confront you, to finally get his hands on you…

The obsession of catching you had started to transform into an obsession of other sorts, and his hand often found his way underneath his boxers at night staring at photos of you. You were everywhere… everywhere in this city it seemed. Everywhere in his apartment as well, and he needed you everywhere around him.

He’d imagine that with your powers you had to have the sweetest pussy that he’d ever felt. He hated that you were out there using that perfect body to steal from people, making them drool over you with your charms. It wasn’t right. He wanted to, needed to teach you a lesson.

He tucked his favorite knife under his pillow, the metallic red hilt of it poked out slightly from his white pillow.

There were ways to reform a villan. He’d seen it happen. A few of his former classmates had told him how they’d taken some villains underneath them to teach them a lesson. He never thought he’d be one to need to do it; but, for you he’d do anything. You could be good, and you could be his.

———

You were standing in line at a small bank you’d planned on getting a bit of free cash from. Nothing huge so you didn’t bring any of your crew you’d usually keep around with you. This was just for some pocket change for dinner.

You were scoping out the tellers and trying to figure out how to make sure you got the cute older man with glasses at the first desk. He was pretty fit for his age and you wouldn’t have minded taking him out for a spin after you’d gotten some cash out of him.

You let someone go in front of you when the wrong desk opened up next for you. impatiently you hoped that he’d hurry up with the customer he was with. You wore your favorite low cut shirt and short skirt that you liked to have on when you were on a job. It was plain, no grand villain costume for you, just something cute and flirty. Men were easy, even without your quirk. sometimes all it took was shoving your tits forward in their face and they’d give you exactly what you wanted.

Finally the coast was clear for you to head forward. You put on your best flirtatious grin, and felt a small pink blush forming on your cheeks as you started to activate your quirk. that would guarantee you’d be the most appealing woman this guy had ever laid eyes on. At least for while you had your quirk activated he’d think so. He’d have no choice. Even after you’d linger in his mind from time to time if he stared too long at the blush on your cheeks and the way it almost swirled hypnotically under your skin. That was your plan at least. To take all you can but leave nothing but memories of you for their jerk off library.

You barely took one step forward before you were stopped frozen in your tracks. you felt the back of your shirt lift slightly by rough fingertips and something cold and sharp touched the skin of your lower back.

“Tell them never mind, we forgot something in our car.” A quiet voice growled from behind you.

Your jaw hung open slightly. You weren’t sure what to do but every instinct in you that wasn’t keeping your knees from buckling was telling you to listen to the command.

“N-never mind, sorry.” You stuttered speaking to the bank teller then walking out of the line.

The mysterious man behind you still held the blade to your back and walked with you.

“We forgot s-something…” You rushed as fast as you could, trying not to make a scene.

The man walked you to his car, a black SUV, a rental by the looks of it. He shoved you forward against the door face first. Your chest was pressed up against the window and your cheek hit the car hard enough to bruise. He then grabbed your arms, those rough and battered fingers digging sharply into your skin with a power you knew you’d never resist. He put them both behind you and slapped a pair of handcuffs on your wrists.

“You are under arrest for theft, and sexual coercion.” He grunted as he secured the metal handcuffs with a click as they locked into the tightest he could get them without cutting off circulation.

You heard the shuffle of his feet moving against the gravel between your own feet. A knee roughly shoved one of your legs aside. even though you had panties on under your skirt you felt exposed there in the parking lot.

You did a quick glance up to see that it was unfortunately a very empty lot and he had you positioned on the side of the car where any passersby might see.

You felt a nauseating chill -and though it was only because you couldn’t help it- you felt excitement in your core as he started to brush the front of himself against you. He was hard.

You opened your mouth to say something but he suddenly and roughly grabbed you by the shoulders and spun your trembling figure around to face him.

His wavy dark hair fell over angry eyes and a terrifying expression. You recognized him instantly. Though he seemed so much different than you’d seen him on television. Instead of his hero’s outfit, he wore casual loose black jeans and a black hoodie with a black baseball cap, likely to try and disguise his appearance.

Pro hero Deku, one of the strongest heros currently in the game. And supposedly a sweetheart, and good man.

The crazed, widened eyes on face in front of you had you questioning if tabloids had done him wrong. With that knife in hand he looked scarier than most villains you’d worked with in the past.

“I’ve been trying to find you for a long time. You really haven’t been behaving.” He held the knife up to your face, scolding you with it like he was wagging a finger at you.

You felt yourself shudder as your body tried to slump away from the knife the best it could without jerking away from him in a way that might set him off more.

He looked you up and down silently, giving you a terrifyingly casual smirk suddenly before commanding you.

“Now get in the car.” shoving you aside and opening the door you’d been in front of before roughly forcing you in.

He drove you back to a small studio apartment in a part of town you knew well. It wasn’t an area you liked being in. It gave you an uneasy feeling out here. The streets were littered with trash and rats and it felt like there was just a thick layer of smog everywhere more than the rest of the city.

You wondered what a pro hero like him was doing here. Even more strange was why he was even taking you here, instead of a police station.

You gulped nervously. Now that you think of it, you hadn’t heard him call your arrest in to anyone at all. Wasn’t that standard to do?

As if reading your mind he spoke from in the front seat.

“The only one that knows you’re here is me…” A trembling, but excited smirk came across his lips, he seemed like he was starting to sweat slightly.

“Sorry, I’m just so nervous” He chuckled. “I’ve never tried rehabilitation before…so it’s like you’re my first!” he grinned a large smile at you.

You had no idea what he was babbling on about. You were only wondering if when he opened the door you could just use your charms to let you make a run for it.

He stepped out for a moment, gathering a few things from the trunk into a black backpack before putting it on and walking over to your door.

The blush came back to your cheeks and your pupils turned into hearts as you activated your quirk fully.

He swung open the door and you met him with the biggest puppy dog eyes you could muster and a pout on your lips.

“Deku…please, I think I just need to go home.” You flirted. “I can give you something sweet before I go if you want.” You winked at him, with no intention to let him have an inch of your body.

He stalled for a moment, looking you up and down. You bent over slightly so that he could stare down your shirt better. You heard a small sharp intake of breath, and his hands twitched at his sides, like he was resisting the urge to reach out and grab you.

You smirked. They always fall for your charms.

Suddenly, Izuku started breaking out into a crazed laughter, throwing his head back and clutching a hand to his stomach with the hand that clutched the knife tightly still. Your expression fell and your body tensed up, suddenly realizing you weren’t safe from this anymore.

“Honey, that’s not going to work on me.” His eyes met yours. “I’ve been attracted to you. For a while.” He leaned forward down to your level, getting close and dragging the knife across your cheek. The feeling of the cold metal made you tremble.

“I figured the best way to get immune to your charms was no different than building up a tolerance to poison.” He spat out that last word at you, glaring at you as his eyes flicked from yours to your lips and back. He was mere inches away now, and still holding the knife to your skin.

“I’d cum to you every night, sometimes many times a day, just so when I finally got you that you wouldn’t have any affect on me.” The look he gave was unashamed, though what he said had you hanging your jaw open.

He what?

You weren’t blind to the idea that often the men you enchanted would need to go home and take care of themselves later. But, this man you’d never met, this hero no less…thinking of you that way, that often. You gulped and felt it hard to swallow.

He stepped back from the car, grabbing you by your arm and dragging you into the building.

You did try and struggle against him as he pulled you into his apartment, but it was never going to be any use. Your strength matched with his was an absolute joke, and you knew the knife wasn’t the only threat that he had here. Waving around the knife seemed to be more of a show for himself than anything. It didn’t make it less threatening though.

With your hands still behind your back he pushed you forward and you stumbled inside his apartment. He gave you a few more heavy shoves as you clumsily tripped over your own feet and landed stomach down onto his bed.

Your skirt fell up as you landed, your bare ass cheeks now exposed to him on the bed. You heard a sinful and desperate moan from behind you.

You quickly tried to cover yourself back up the best you could, a real blush forming on your cheeks slightly.

Izuku practically growled at seeing the flash of skin you’d accidentally given. He jumped on you and straddled you, sitting on the back of your thighs so that your ass was directly in front of his clothed erection.

You gasped and tried to squirm forward to release yourself from being pinned. Useless and hopeless of course.

This felt so wrong. You weren’t a saint yourself, but this man was supposed to be a top pro hero. A good guy.

You’d seen him on posters and always thought he was such a pretty man. One you’d love to ruin. Of course you’d thought of it. Who doesn’t fantasize about a pro hero from time to time. Not like this though…

Gone was anything resembling a hero. He was just an insane looking man with a knife in his hand and a devilish smirk on his face as he lifted the skirt up further.

“Fuck.” He hissed out. His hands shooting to massage at the plump cheeks. You whimpered out in protest at the feeling.

“Deku…please…what are you doing.” You sputtered your words out against the gray blanket on his bed your face was now buried in.

He grabbed your hair in the back roughly and turned your head so that you got a good visual of what was plastered all over his wall.

You felt cold ice in every limb at the sight. All of the photos of you on display right where he’d been sleeping…every night. You were repulsed and terrified. This wasn’t a normal investigation for him. He wasn’t just tracking down a villain, this had become something more for him. You’d had your own stalker and hadn’t even realized.

It hurt where he was still pulling at your hair. You didn’t dare struggle against him though. With the hand not holding your head down, you knew he still had that knife close and ready to use.

He lowered his face down next to yours, his cheek just ever so slightly brushing against your skin. You flinched away and that seemed to set him off.

“You’re going to have to get used to me little slut.” He then brought his lips to yours and sloppily kissed you. Again you tried to flinch away but he held you right to him in an uncomfortable attack.

You felt his hips starting to press deeply into you and grind against your ass. His hard cock was aching to be set free.

He needed this so badly. He’d been waiting for too long to have you beneath him like this. He told himself this was the perfect time to teach you a lesson. You deserved to be taught a lesson.

He pulled away from you and sat up again to get a good visual of the way he had you in front of him.

“Don’t. Move.” He spoke quietly, but in such a chilling tone that you instantly froze up and obeyed.

He then took the knife and put it to the back of your neck. Slowly he trailed it down, not enough to cut through the fabric of your shirt, but enough for you to feel the tickle of the blade against you.

It sent a shudder across your body and at that your stomach flipped, hoping you hadn’t twitched at all and made him cut you.

“You’re shaking little slut.” He chuckled breathily the knife stalling at your lower back.

His other hand grabbed tight to your hip and he pressed down holding you still to the bed.

“Don’t move.” He repeated hastily and excitedly in a raspy voice.

His hand left your hip and he pulled at your panties.

He took the knife and cut along the fabric of your underwear right over your crotch. You sucked in a tight breath as he was trailing dangerously close from your clit to your asshole. He then set the knife down on the bed next to you. Taking your panties between both hands and ripping it further leaving everything exposed in front of him.

You squirmed harder at this. He gave your ass a hard smack, causing it to redden instantly. You knew how hard he was capable of hitting. the fact that you knew that was probably the most reserved he was capable of being made you feel like death might be easier than what was about to come here.

“Deku…please don’t.” Without many other options to stop this, you tried to turn your quirk on again and woo him into letting you at least have it more gently

Your whole body covered in a slight blush for a moment as you activated it.

To no avail though. Izuku gave your ass an even harder smack. You yelled out at the sharp sting and your eyes squeezed tightly shut. It felt like that one already was developing into a bruise.

You could hear a snicker from behind you.

“It’s not gonna work, naughty girl. Like I said..” he pointed to the pictures of you on the wall.

You looked again through tear blurred eyes again to see the one in particular of your skirt almost flying up.

“I got off to you all the time. I'm immune to your charms.” He started to unbuckle his pants. “At least enough to do this my way.” He grunted as he took his thick and throbbing length out from his pants.

You hoped that the power he extended through the rest of him didn’t reach there, but you knew that’d be reaching for too much luck.

He was huge, and veiny and angry and dead set on being inside of you.

“I am going to teach you what happens to naughty girls like you that whore themselves out to commit crimes. Making good people cum in their pants over you, even if they don’t want to?” He spat at you.

You felt his plump head pressing against your entrance.

He tried to tease you slightly but he saw that you weren’t at all ready for him.

You were going to be reluctant it seemed. But, he didn’t care. He moved back and angrily shoved your legs further apart in one motion, using his knees, and went to enter again. This time with more force, not wanting to have to try again.

“It’s about time you learned what it feels like to be forced to...” he lost his words as he sucked in a sharp breath. The feeling of your walls sucking him inside so tightly had his eyes already rolling back. His lower half shuddered and he realized he was right, you had the most perfect pussy he’d ever been inside.

His hands gripped into your hips so tightly you were scared he’d forget what he was doing and snap you in half.

His head was hung back and he’d stalled for a moment, before starting to move himself slowly.

You hated how he was filling you up so completely. Every time he pushed himself all the way in your body was betraying you with a moan falling out reflexively from your lips.

He seemed pleased at this and continued to give you deep thrusts, his hips pounding against your ass. His breath hitched in his throat when he locked on to the way your ass was jiggling and rippling each time he smacked against it.

“Fuck you’re so good…” he moaned, grabbing the handcuffs by the chain between them. He used the motion to pull you up, making you arch your back and making him slide even deeper inside of you, kissing painfully against your cervix.

You let out a small scream as he started to pound into you roughly like this.

He didn’t seem to mind your protest though. In fact he might have even liked it.

“Guess you don’t make all the men you trick fuck you like this Hm?” He slammed up into you in one rough and painful movement. “Gonna have to show you why it’s a bad idea to go around offering yourself to everyone like a slut.” He grabbed your head again and shoved you back down onto the bed, pressing your face into the blankets but lifting your hips up into doggystyle.

“Please…stop…” you sobbed, hating the filled up feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your walls. He filled you up in a way that was making your pussy throb all over.

You couldn’t help it though. You couldn’t stop your body from enjoying the feeling.

With each unwanted movement, you also were overwhelmed with the reality that he was good with what he was doing. It wasn’t fair.

With no warning the blade of the knife was back against your ass.

You could feel the tip cut slightly against your skin. Not very deep, but enough that you knew he’d broken skin.

“FUCK” you screamed, “What the fuck!”

You heard chuckling from behind you, a raspy and breathy series of laughs. He was so far gone in the moment he might have lost his original plot of trying to rehabilitate you.

He wasn’t sure what lesson he really wanted to teach you at this point. Now that you were here all he really wanted was to never let you leave. Maybe that’s all this ever was about.

You looked so good in person, everything he’d ever dreamed of in a girl. You felt even better. It was just a shame you were a dirty slutty villain. He realized that was the real reason he needed to rehabilitate you.

He’d make you his. His good girl instead of the dirty criminal that you were.

That required a lot of hard lessons though.

“Please…” you sobbed

A trickle of blood ran down your ass cheek from the cut, he wiped it off with the sleeve of his hoodie in awe. he never realized how pretty blood could be until he saw it on you. He’d been around it plenty, but this felt like something else.

To test it he stopped his movements and gave another small cut to the other cheek.

“NO!” You screamed out. He simply smirked at that, letting his thumb run over the cut this time smearing the crimson red across your skin as he picked back up his torturous pace.

The power surging from him being inside you was something you could practically feel. His quirk was something terrifying when he wasn’t being a hero.

It also started to feel like a slight bit of static inside of you along with every pump, he was directing a bit of his power to his entire pelvic area. Whether on purpose or accident you couldn’t tell, but the pace was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

You felt your stomach tightening and you started to clench around his dick.

“Deku…stop…don’t wanna…c-cum” you whined with tears flooding down your face now.

His face lit up at this.

“You’re gonna cum? Shit..” he reached around between your legs and found your clit with two of his fingers. He flicked the swollen area between his middle and index quickly.

“N-no! Please no!” You cried out, though it was useless. His attack on your clit continued, flicking and massaging it with just the right amount of pressure.

It sent you fully over the edge. You shivered as the waves of guilty euphoria were pulsing throughout you. Tears were pouring as well, any makeup you had on was down your face with the wetness as you were sobbing at your body’s betrayal.

Izuku looked down at the way your messy face was pressed ruined against the mattress. All for him. All his now. He’d give you all the lessons you needed. Show you how you’re all his and you don’t need to go around being a slut anymore.

“Tell me this pussy belongs to me now.” He hissed out at you as he was smacking his hips relentlessly against your ass.

“W-wha” you blubbered out.

“You heard me whore.” He grunted as something he did seemed to feel particularly good. “Say it.”

You whimpered, not wanting to give him this, but knowing you didn’t have much choice.

“My pussy is yours now Deku.” You cried out.

He seemed pleased at this, and started fucking into with an even wilder pace. Lots of ‘fuck’s and ‘damn’s were being repeated and you could feel yourself sore with the feeling of his brutal pace.

“Deku it hurtssss” you whined. Something in that seemed to set him off, his eyes widened and he let out an animalistic growl.

“Oh my goddd I can’t keep it in…” he mumbled, slowing his pace and becoming more uneven with his thrusting.

“Gonna cum!” he let out a hoarse cry as he collapsed on top of you, bucking his hips over and over clumsily as he spilled inside of you, letting out a series of ‘oh my god’s.

He pulled out and instantly put himself back inside his pants. You were sat still dripping and full of the cum he’d left there.

“Absolutely disgusting.” He chuckled. “Villains are absolutely disgusting.”

He shook his head at you before shoving you over onto your side.

“I might’ve gotten a bit carried away. But I guess I have to work up more of a resistance to your quirk than I thought. You really do bring out people’s inner animal with that.” He glared at you. “It’s dangerous. Too dangerous even to put you in prison. You’ll just manipulate the guards.”

You now saw that he was moving towards a spot on the bed you hadn’t noticed, a sturdy metal bar with another set of handcuffs on it.

He forced your arm to it and hooked you in to the new handcuffs. Taking the old ones off and tossing them aside.

“I think it’s safer for everyone if you just stay here with me.”

The terror must’ve shown on your face because he gave you a small kiss on your forehead.

“It’s alright. I won’t need to be mean to you once you’re rehabilitated.”

You realized he’d picked the knife back up at some point, as it was being waved around in your face.

He then walked away to his kitchen that was still in the eyeline of his bed, to get himself something to drink.

“I’ll figure out a way to get out of here. you’re no different than me for this Deku” you spat that last bit. “You’re a villain now too.”

He ran back over to you, jumping on the bed in a crouch like an animal and grabbing your face roughly.

“No sweetie, that’s not true. You’re the villain here, and I’m the one teaching you a lesson. Just like it’s always been.” He gave another menacing smirk as he saw you shaking slightly. “Anyways, it’s your fault. You brought it out in me, flaunting it around all over the place.”

You had a feeling you’d flown too close to the sun with your quirk. How could you be so stupid to not realize it would eventually get the wrong hero too riled up.

He had become a feral animal when it came to you.

“So, like you said, you’re mine now.”

[totaly-obsessed]

can you write for Katie where her and reader have been dating for awhile and meeting eachothers parents and them getting on well :)

Meeting the Parents

Katie McCabe x reader request

-> Meeting your girlfriends parents goes better than you would have thought

-> @ anon I hope you like it! -> Another short one

➳ Masterlist

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Anxiety wrecked through your body as you stood in front of Katie’s childhood home – Today was the day you would meet her parents. With ten siblings it's hard to get them alone, but tonight everything worked out. Your girlfriend of five months wanted to introduce you to her family gradually, and not throw you into cold water, meeting all of them at once.

“What are the chances that you’d let me not meet them, then tell them I died or something and we can run away together and—”

“Breathe, baby. Please!” The Irishwoman couldn’t help but laugh, finding your nervousness cute, but she obviously already knew her parents, and you didn’t. “They’re gonna love you, don’t even worry your pretty little head about it.”

Instead of knocking like you wanted to, your girlfriend just pushed the door open. “Mum! Dad! We’re here!” her loud voice drowned the soft background music out, as two figures made their way towards you from the kitchen.

“Oh it is so lovely to meet you – look how pretty Gary!” Katie’s mum immediately started to fuss about you, pulling you in a bone-crushing hug, before keeping you at arm's length, looking you up and down. “We need to get some meat onto ya!”

Wow. This was a lot.

But Katie couldn’t help but smile, watching her mum be so excited towards you and openly inviting you into her family home. Her dad gave her a firm pat on the back, obviously a lot calmer than her mum was – but he also pulled you in a quick hug, making you feel very welcome.

No ten minutes later after getting a tour of the entire home, the four of you were sat at the dining table – or rather Katie and Gary were sitting, while you insisted on helping Sharon carry the many side dishes and help cut the bread. It was delicious – a pasta mushroom ragout with incredible homemade bread, very hearty and filling.

Everything was going well and Katie admired the way you just fit in perfectly with both her parents. Sharon and you shared a passion for cooking and gardening while Gary admired your subtle and funny digs at his daughter.

“So what do you do for a living?” Gary had swatted at Katie to help her Mum clear the table, making you sit back down again, insisting that you had already helped enough and that your girlfriend was indeed able to do some work, even if she would try to convince you from other things.

“Oh, I’m a Bank Teller. I help our customers cash checks, withdraw money, move transactions to different accounts, create checking and savings accounts, and provide checks to customers – stuff like that.”

Both Gary and Sharon had wide eyes, that just screamed impressed – while Katie had that annoying, cocky smirk on her face as her hand rested on your thighs. “Told you she’s smarter than all of us!”

You could see where Katie had gotten her wit, humor, and compassion from. Her parents truly were incredible. Eleven children was no easy feat and all of them had grown to be lovely human beings. It made your eyes water a bit, hearing the parents brag about their youngest getting good grades and finding passion in drawing.

“Katie here was always a little special though.” You couldn’t help but laugh at your girlfriend’s wide eyes – she was fucked. The conversation had turned from her sibling's embarrassing stories to her own and she knew it. “We once went to church, and the priest raised his voice at the end of his sermon, to emphasize his point. And because Katie here, wasn’t allowed to shout in the house, she stood up on the pews and yelled at the top of her lungs ‘Inside voice only!’ – the whole church laughed!”

Gary could barely tell the story, or get through the impression of his daughter without nearly dying of laughter – and you joined him. Katie could only watch you, mesmerized that you fit in so well, that she didn’t even care that her parents were just completely embarrassing her with story after story until your belly hurt from laughing so much.

The way out took at least thirty minutes, someone always found something else to say. You were sure that you had hugged Sharon at least five times now. “Okay! We’ll be off now!”

Once again you hugged both of her parents, whispering a small ‘Thank you for having us’ in their ears while Katie watched. “Oh get some leftovers, would’ ya?” And with that you were gone again, leaving your girlfriend with her father by the door.

“Do you like her?”

“I think I like her more than you.”

Katie scoffed. She could definitely understand her father, and she was happy that the evening had gone over so well.

Meanwhile, Sharon and you were in the kitchen, making a huge box of leftovers to take home with you. “Thank you for loving my daughter. You were one of us from the moment you started taking care of her.”

“Thank you for giving birth to Katie – and for welcoming me!” Both of you laughed through the tears at your clumsy statement.

You left Katie with her parents, already getting in the car to give them a moment alone. The night was cold and Katie’s coat only did so much to keep you warm, but the box of food still emitted a warmth. Not only because it was still hot, but also because it felt like home.

“I’m gonna be honest my love. Watching you guys together made me glad because I know you have someone when your mum and I leave this earth.” Sharon still had tears in her eyes, and now Katie did too.

“Don’t say stuff like that Dad, make you look old!”

[silverflameataraxia]

"Nesta made a BAD move!"

Respectfully, Nesta just saved all worlds.

Nesta teamed up with Bryce to defeat the Asteri, free Midgard, and end the threat to Prythian and all worlds that the Asteri wanted to invade and enslave.

Nesta made a risky move, but not a bad move. If Nesta hadn't given Bryce the Mask, the Asteri would still be enslaving Midgard and they would still be an ongoing threat to Prythian and any other world that they wanted to conquer. Nesta and Bryce ended that threat once and for all.

There's absolutely no way to justify the IC's actions. They totally jumped the gun and treated Nesta like garbage, threatening her with punishment and possible execution, and for what? She defeated the intergalactic parasites and ended their threat to Prythian. The IC look like fools (more so than usual).

I do belive that SJM is writing an arc to challenge the IC because that's really the only thing that makes sense. She wrote this crossover because Bryce controlled the Horn of the Dread Trove and Nesta controlled the other three objects. She wrote this crossover specifically so Bryce and Nesta could meet, Bryce could steal Truth-Teller, and Nesta would willingly give up the Mask. Having the Mask in Midgard was essential to winning. Bryce was able to raise an army of the dead to fight against the Asteri and Hunt was able to use the Mask to save Bryce's life. It was absolutely vital for Nesta to give up the Mask, otherwise there would have been no point to writing the Crescent City books. Without Nesta, the Asteri would have won and Bryce would be dead.

As a thank you, Bryce gifted Gwydion to Nesta, which is why I think we'll see justice for Nesta in the future books. I think Nesta is Starborn and will go on this journey alone, which is why SJM is creating conflict between Nessian: to spure Nesta's story arc next book. This will give Cassian plenty of time for self-reflection and redemption. Cassian needs to understand that he has to trust Nesta and he has to have her back at all times, whether he agrees with her or not, because she turned out to be right and the IC turned out to be wrong. He needs to understand that his unwavering devotion to Rhysand because of his guilt over "failing" Rhysand is having a detrimental effect on his relationship with Nesta. Cassian needs to be fully devoted and loyal to Nesta and Nesta alone, just like she is fully devoted and loyal to him.

[fallstaticexit]

Your story telling is incredible. You came across my timeline and I read just a small selection of one of your current stories, & was immediately captivated.

You also have such a great eye to create a scene with your sims! I had to compliment pure talent.

Do you have tips for someone who wants to start storytelling with Sims? Or even editing gameplay/screenshots. I know a little but would love to elevate what I have created.

Hi! Thank you so much for reading and for the kind compliment 😊✨

I think some tips I could share that’s a must for is using mods for storytelling. I use TOOL and the posing function from Wicked Whims to help me and I can’t live without it! Being able to teleport and move my sims around to specific places is so helpful!

Also, learning how to make your own poses. As someone who knew little to nothing about it, I can totally confirm while it’s a learning curve it’s worth learning and ANYONE can do it. The tutorial I used and learned from is this one -> here.

And personally im not the worlds best at editing, I’ve mentioned my gshade does a lot of work for me, but I do use Canva and I do use photoshop for little heres and theres. That also comes with learning how to use to programs and anything I don’t know, I honestly google!

Lastly, just take inspiration from art in the world! I have a Pinterest and I’m always getting a light bulb moment there. Lighting, wardrobe, even pose ideas from there help inspire me with my own work. I’ve been inspired for an entire story just walking into a Panera Bread lol

Last last thing is having some live resources. Theres this community group you can ask your questions in and a lot of the story tellers on this site are super nice. You’re also welcome to message me privately! I’m always learning new things and I love helping other people the best I can.

Good luck on your storytelling journey! ✨

[satureja13]

As a story teller, what advice would you give to fellow Simmers who want to start a story but struggle?

For example: How did you start story telling and which obstacles did you have to shove out of the way to finally start? What made it easier for you to put yourself out there? Did you gain any personal rewards/benefits by telling your stories? How do you set up a story post? Pics first or plotting the episode? Where do you find inspiration? What did you wish you knew earlier? Or anything else that comes to your mind that could be of any help. I see quite a lot of posts from struggling future story tellers and I thought it would be nice to collect a few tips.

Questions are very welcome too!

(My answers below the cut)

How to actually start:

I do read quite a lot and also watch series and movies - and what really turns me off is an infodump at the beginning. So I try to avoid that. And that also makes it easy to start. All the lore and background stories can happen later and you don't have to plot that out before you start. (Our current story started as a playtest and hundreds of episodes later, we have a lore as deep as the Mariana Trench ö.Ö') So don't let it stop you. It all evolves over time, when you ask yourself: Why did x have to move and go to a new school? Why is y restraining himself to hit on the cute guy? Why is z so annoyed of y and why is he the only one who thinks like this? How do they cope with stuff that happens to them? Why does x react in another way than y on the same event? ... There is a plot behind literally everything if you just take your time and look closely. Like a three year old child: "Why do we eat cute animals?" ö.ö' Showing your character's feelings and why they are who they are also helps you and the reader to form a connection to them. It never ceases to amaze me when story tellers are able to create characters that grow on you even though they are annoying and vulnerable and have flaws. (Like Terry Pratchett for example, or the characters in The Big Bang Theory.)

Which obstacles did you have to shove out of the way to finally start? I have a few obstacles to overcome putting my stories out there. ADHD often keeps me from concentrating and getting things done. It's hard to stick with something when you're distracted all the time. And I have a weird way of thinking. I'm also autistic and writing about feelings and how others think and stuff, is so, so hard for me. My stories are weird because of all of that and I know it. But I think they are quite unique and fun because of that and I wouldn't want it any other way :3 Plus my english isn't very good. Writing in a different language is quite an obstacle to overcome ö.Ö' But I can't write anything in my native language, I even take my notes in english. I have no idea why. Just sounds wrong to me.

What made it easier for me? - starting slowly I started this tumblr over ten years ago to post about my builds. Only a few people saw and liked my stuff so I got bolder and also shared gameplay pics and, after a while, a few stories. - passion I love my Sims, I think that helps a lot. After all these years, I'm still eager to see what they are up to and to tell about their shenanigans and adventures. - keeping expectations low Of you and your audience. It does not have to be perfect and not everyone will like what you do. That's just a fact. You'll get better at your own pace. I think tumblr is the perfect place to start a story, because if someone doesn't like your stuff, they don't have to follow you. - it's an outlet for my creativity. My ADHD brain is running on warp speed. Sitting down and putting some of these ideas and thoughts in a shape and make them real is relieving for me - and exciting! What rewards/benefits did/do I gain? - learning new stuff: I'm still learning english and just a few days ago, I shed tears of joy because I could finally understand an american series without subtitles! Also Photo editing. I kept looking for better ways to edit my screenshots and I learned so much! My Sims even inspired me to craft some stuff in RL ^^' - changing my point of view Telling about 6 different charcters is quite a challenge. Things that happen to them affect them in different ways and they have their own way to cope with stuff. They helped my autistic me a lot to make me see what's going on with people around me and to understand them.

- healing Seeing how the characters in my story cope with hardships and following them through difficult times helped me a lot. I could never express how glad and grateful I am I started all this. But I am. - fun I'm having fun doing what I do. And I think that's the motor that runs this whole thing. I think the readers can feel if you're commited to what you do.

How do I set up a story post? I have a rough idea where the story is going and what's supposed to happen next. Then I go ingame and take the screenshots, my Sims add a few ideas themselves - and I go with it. I write the post around the screenshots and what happened ingame. Like this, it's still surprising and thrilling - even for me, the story teller.

Where do I find inspiration? My brain goes without filters and I need a lot of time to get back on track after challenging days. But this sponge in my head also soaks up so many ideas! I get inspired by anything. Music, series, things I see... Sometimes, that sponge gets squished and I get to see glimpsesof future episodes and I just think 'whoa!' and take notes.

What advice can I give? Use the things that keep you from starting to your advantage - to make your story special and unique. Don't worry too much. Other people don't see things as serious as you might think. Write for your own healing and growth. There are mutuals who will like what you have to tell. You don't have to please everybody. Read others' stories, watch movies/series you like and note what you liked or disliked. That gives you a rough direction of where your story could go (that was a great advice from youtuber Grayson Taylor, link is below).

What I wish I knew earlier? That there are great youtube channels for writers! I know, that's kind of obvious, but I don't feel like a writer. I barely managed to finish school. And I thought those channels might be too sophisticated and dry, you know? But there are aweome ones. Like Grayson Taylor (who is an author) and Bookfox, (who is editor and author), for example.

You'll never know where it leads. Our current story started when I made four of my favourite adult Sims teenagers to check out the Highschool Years pack. That was ~ 2 1/2 years ago - and I hated school from the bottom of my heart, so I was very sure this wouldn't take long and we could go back to our ongoing story (spoiler: we didn't...). And: the first chapters the Boys spent at school were truely healing for me. I didn't plan anything of it ^^'

Don't be afraid. I'm here on tumblr for over ten years and I never got any hate on my stories or the other stuff I post. Though, I turned anon off. You decide what you see on your dash, that's the great thing here on tumblr. You just get as much drama as you invite in. For me, tumblr is my save place and I still say this is one of the best communities I've ever been part of (on and off line). Thank you <3

[animalsalvationassociation]

A Love Letter . . .

A lovely friend reminded me of my worth tonight. It was small, but it was prominent.

So I drew this for you. Yes you, staring down at your phone when you should have been asleep hours ago, or you who’s been questioning everything in your mind with no real answer to follow. Or perhaps you’re none of those things but a simple enjoyer.

Whoever you are. You are Loved. You are Strong. You are Kind. And you are Intelligent.

It doesn’t matter what sizes you wear or how tall you are. It doesn’t matter if you’re loud, or if you’re quiet. What you enjoy, or what you hate.

What matters . . . Is that you’re human just like me.

We can’t fix everything in this life, but we can surely do everything we’re able to in order to meet whatever the world has in store for us.

Things are scary . . . And they’re unknown. The world is scary—people are scary . . . But hiding away only means that they’ve won.

I was never aware of my body until I matured. I didn’t notice the growing of my tummy or thighs. I didn’t see the marks and scars on my face, or the lack facial expressions, making people think I’m upset. The squintiness of my eyes or the smallness of my mouth. I was insecure, but in different ways.

The only reason I knew my smile was crooked was because the school photographer could never get me to smile wide enough.

In sixth grade my teacher stopped me one day and said, “Madison, I want you to know that I love your smile.” I’ve never hated it since.

I only noticed the beauty of my eyes when I was told that they were “windows to the soul” that you could learn anything about anyone, just by looking into their eyes. A reflection of battles untold, of sunsets yet to be seen and hills yet to be climbed.

I walk funny, I say silly things, and make silly noises when I’m stressed or need to get energy out. There are hundreds of voices in my head overlapping and looping, a side effect of my mental abilities, which can only be calmed by music. My hands feel dirty even though I’ve washed them ten times, and it only stops when I just let my hands sit under the running water for two seconds.

Math never made sense to me but I could tell you a 110 facts about animals I’ve never seen in real life. I can explain every Ninja Turtle universe/generation without blinking an eye. I collect things that make me happy. Movies are my love language, my guilty pleasure is watching kids movies that are clearly bad but no one ever had the guts to actually watch and see if it was. I love to laugh but find myself crying more every year.

I’m a story teller, an artist, a creator of beautiful things. I have thousands of worlds inside my head, a woman lives there too. A woman who reflects what I see when I forget about my mirror image. The world, the people, they inspire me. Yet I’m terrified of making it wrong, offending someone, or breaking a rule within the confines of a set system, even if that means destroying what I worked so hard in making.

I could rant and rant for hours. My special super power when someone finally asks questions about . . . me. About who I am.

I’m too loud, too quiet, too slow but I walk too fast, too short, but I’m average height, too spacey yet I remember the little details. Saying never mind doesn’t help, and actually hurts my feelings because I couldn’t hear you, I lost part of my hearing when I was ten and it can’t be fixed. I make weird gasping sounds but I’m only popping my ears to relieve the constant pressure.

My knees click, I have the muscle strength of an 85 year old because I’ve been in the work force for over six years. I’m blind as a bat and get overwhelmed when I can’t see, so much so that I’ve mapped out an entire root to get to certain locations when I don’t have my glasses.

I’m well thought out but I take too long so people don’t think I even looked at their message. I speak as if I have a point to the end of my story. They changed the sizing again so now I can’t wear what I thought would fit. You can tell me any secret in the world and I’ll forget two seconds later. I complain too much but never say anything.

I’m stubborn but that’s only because you cut me off. You don’t let me finish. My heart has become weak because it’s been abused from using too much kindess, too much naivety. People and things, have hurt me in ways you can’t imagine—but the moment I say why, you shun me? You tell me I’m wrong because you have a different opinion? That all my efforts of staying away from this were nothing?

My inner thoughts are filled with demons. I care too much about everyone that instead of seeing the beauty that’s obviously there, that I acknowledge the moment I see it, I judge them. The things I could say if only my mouth would open, if only my jaw would unclench. Sins of my childhood still linger, causing me to look at people inappropriately because . . . that’s what the internet said I should see.

I am human.

And that . . . is beautiful.

You are beautiful.

All life matters. So stop trying so hard to pretend it doesn’t.

I love you.

Isn’t that enough?

Even if we’ve never met, even if I knew everything you’ve EVER done. I still love you. I still care.

Like is different than love. I don’t have to like you to love you.

You are irreplaceable.

You are . . . beautiful.

And that itself is beautiful . . . Isn’t it?

Sincerely and with all the love I have to offer . . .

Thank you.

Madison

[starie-leo]

𝐄𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬

I did one for Wonbin’s birthday so I had to do one for Eunseok too.

Small Note: He was on a Japanese fortune teller show where his chart was revealed and I calculated his rising sign using that but could only estimate his birth time. This reading will use that estimate instead and be in whole sign system.

Eunseok's chart for some reason felt hard to read for me. But anyways Eunseok felt nice to read. He has such calm and attractive energy even his chart reflects that. He's someone with a lot of depth underneath his warm persona. Overall he's a very private individual, I think, to the point where even the closest person to him may never get to know him fully either.

Leo Rising:

There’s no doubt that Eunseok loves to give a good performance after all that is how he leads his life. He may not always enjoy the spotlight but he needs to be appreciated, loved, recognized and adored for everything he does no matter how small it is. Indicator of big beautiful eyes & a bright smile. He’s creative, playful & exudes a warmth and comforting aura (confirmed by his members). This placement also gives one a royal, prince-like beauty. He’s got Aquarius on his 7H meaning that he can be detached in his relationships.

Chart Ruler in 8H:

His chart ruler being in 8H could indicate that he can be mysterious and intense. He's also pretty intuitive, introverted & secretive and values his alone time a lot. His life probably went through a lot of transformations & he had to make life-changing decisions while young, but he most likely dealt with everything the same way without changing much (based on rest of his chart). This is a good placement for producers.

Pisces Sun in 8H:

He’s a pisces sun like Wonbin so Eunseok also is very creative and has a very empathetic and sensitive nature. He has sun trine saturn, meaning he’s responsible, mature & very good at using his talents to achieve success. It also indicates that his personality doesn’t change very easily (combined with leo rising) since saturn shows slowness. He also has sun sextile moon, making him charming, considerate, and able to get along & connect to others well. This aspect adds to his creativity. Eunseok can be difficult to get to know since his sun is in the 8H making his personality a bit more hidden from the rest of the world. I think Wonbin also confirmed this once that we may think we know him but really we don't. He has strong charisma and can come off as mysterious & intense. This combination also creates an extremely generous and affectionate person. He's someone who has no issues giving their all to others and can have a hard time saying no to others.

Pisces Mercury in 8H:

Introverted & introspective placement. He’s very intelligent and thoughtful but has trouble expressing that clearly with words. Empathic & a very good listener. He’s able to understand others quickly & is good at using his intellect & skills to help others. His mercury square jupiter implies that he has a broad outlook on life and can quickly understand different topics and abstract concepts but he zones out and procrastinates a lot. Excellent intuition too. He's more observant & pays great attention to detail. He could also be curious about or interested in deeper philosophical stuff and also topics related to death.

Capricorn Moon in 6H:

He's emotionally resilient, mature & very good at analyzing emotions in a logical way. Level-headed & very in control of his emotions so not as expressive & reactive as people would expect, causing him to come off as insensitive & be easily misunderstood. He also has moon trine saturn meaning that he's very reliable, patient & responsible. He may also feel like he needs to be productive & useful to others. Capricorn moons have the habit of treating everything professionally & like a task even things that seem unserious (he mentioned in an interview once that he keeps a professional mindset even when he acts cute for his fans 😭). Another indicator of his personality being the same for many years. Similar to Wonbin he also has moon in 6H so his health is also sensitive & he can feel tired easily. But unlike Wonbin, his way of dealing with daily problems is to just be calm, patient and wait it out.

Aries Venus (Rx) in 9H:

Very alluring & sexy placement actually. Usually aries venus are bold & daring when it comes to love but as Eunseok has his venus in retrograde, it adds an attractive layer of shyness to him. That doesn’t mean he can’t be affectionate, fun or direct, he's just reserved. This is an indicator of marrying earlier than peers (that Japanese astrologer had also said something similar) or that he gets into relationships very quickly. He has venus trine mars & pluto, which are really just creative aspects. Also implies he can be passionate & impulsive in love. He's probably attracted to foreign cultures & people since he has it in his 9H & has the natural ability to attract a lot of foreigners. He'd also look really good & be able to attract a lot of attention if he tries out foreign fashion or does music/collabs with foreign artists.

Sagittarius Mars in 5H:

Eunseok's quite enthusiastic & optimistic about his goals. He might enjoy playful fighting, debates & maybe even light-hearted arguing too. Indicator of having a warm, funny & easy-going nature. Reckless too. The type to fight passionately for what he believes in. He has quick thinking skills and can come up with good strategies & ideas in a second. He's very independent in his relationships but also gets competitive & impulsive when he does like someone (combined with his aries venus too). This is also a great placement for performers. He has pluto conjunct mars, so he's very persistent and a bit obsessive when he wants to achieve something but it also means he's able to consistently put in the effort for his goals. This is also an aspect that implies he can attract a lot of possessive & controlling people. Overall he has tremendous focus, willpower and drive.

Gemini Jupiter in 11H:

Another fame and attraction indicator. He's naturally very likeable & relatable and is able to become popular very quickly. He's also able to make important connections and become friends with influential people naturally. Another generous and giving placement. Eunseok is a greatly skilled and talented performer. He's also someone difficult to lie to. A cute detail is that while he may struggle to have faith in things, he finds his luck and hope through his group and friends.

Taurus Saturn in 10H:

Obviously Eunseok works in a really tough and high pressure environment as he is an idol; this is just an indicator of that. He may feel as if he must be taken seriously and be well-respected for his work and achievements at all times. This is also an indicator of having to work a lot harder and facing more delays than others to achieve success, however, combined with his mars placement and his capricorn moon, Eunseok is a hard-worker, and a very persistent and ambitious person so he's able to put in the work consistently to get what he wants. For this, having taurus saturn is also really good since it signifies that he also has good endurance level.

Uranus in 7H:

The most likely to date someone unusual (😭) or have partners that feel completely different (almost alien-like?) from him. He may be the type to suddenly get into relationships and then have sudden breakups too (especially combined with venus and mars placement). He also values his space and independence a lot (based on his chart overall), so once the relationship is over he's the least likely to get back with his ex. I think others may also view him as someone whose actions can be unpredictable.

Neptune in 7H:

This placement usually indicates a person who can have very addicting relationships. He definitely has high expectations in relationships which quickly disappoint him when he does get into a relationship. He may also have an issue of giving 'too much' to his partners but not getting enough in return. Others may have an unrealistic view of him and fantasize about him a lot. The combination of uranus & neptune here can also indicate that sometimes his relationships hold him back from being independent or become turbulent but he's unable to see that (like he has a rose-colored view on them). There are placements in his chart that indicate that he's a realist so his neptune placement may not affect him as much.

Pluto in 5H:

He has a strong desire to be creative and is very attracted to artistic stuff. Can become obsessed with expressing himself and being admired. Very powerful in terms of creativity, almost overwhelming. The art/music he'll make will be very transformative and deep.

These are just my insights on his chart so try not to take them too seriously. I was also supposed to upload this much earlier but I fell sick so I forgot. I'll update the reading if I notice any more aspects or interesting placements.

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Something that is endlessly dear to me is looking at the Tragic Backstory Dead Parents of characters and deciding to give them character for your own purposes.

Like, the Batsons were the dream. They were a couple that you could just tell love eachother to the ends of the earth and would never stop, CC is a story teller at heart and has the uncanny ability to spin the most boring day into a bedtime story adventure to dazzle and amaze his son, Marilyn liked hands on work and crafts and would make a whole game out of gardening with Billy.

One thing I did with my dad in childhood was visit what I remember being called a fossil park and how excited I was when I found something cool in the rocks, and I can’t stop thinking that somewhere deeply hidden away after Uncle E took over the house there’s a little wooden treasure box full of little fossils or bones or tiny tools Billy used to be like his parents everytime they visited one of those places.

The Batsons were wealthy and went all out on fun parties and events to celebrate with Billy, CC and Billy went as Batman and Robin every Halloween where Billy could say “Batman is so cool!” and before Billy was dressed as the “Bullet Bill” to CC’s Bulletman so he could dress up as his hero with his son in another mini-bulletman costume. Billy and Mary had the dream room every kid would’ve wanted, they both had a blast traveling in the summer with their parents for work and when they had to stay home with E or a nanny they called every day to ask all about what they were finding.

CC trusted and forgave to a fault his whole life, Marilyn was more perceptive and CC often listened to her judgment because she was often right about things. They taught their kids to do their best and always try to be their best selves, they led by example so it’s no wonder their kids ideals of heroism looks are “My mom and dad in supersuits”

They had to have been wonderful parents with the given amount of screw ups, to me, because their kids emulate them so much and Billy loves them even if his last memory with them is a bitter one because he was left home without Mary because his grades weren’t doing well and that led to him having everything taken from him when his parents died and never came back home. Mary in PoS specifically remembered her dad as looking like Captain Marvel with her amnesia bc Billy has his dads face and it’s very easy for her to think of her dad as a superhero, she can’t remember a thing about the man but she sees Captain Marvel and maps his face and features to what fuzzy memories she had of her parents and her brother.

I just… love the Batsons who were able to be part of their kids lives unlike the older and newer versions where they were either too dead or too absent to be parents. It’s just so much fun to craft the loving but still messy family that raised such a kind hero and fill the downtime of childhood and backstories with fond memories so they aren’t left as footnotes all the time

[onesentencemusings]

Nasira Headcanons

It's hard to think a lot about Jafar and his life without wondering what his twin sister was also like so... if Disney won't pretend she exists, I will.

------ Youth

She's 7 minutes older than Jafar and spent most of their youth lording that fact over her brother.

Originally, Nasira became competitive with Jafar to fight for their father's attention (He favored Jafar for being male). Even when their father started becoming more of an absent drunk and lost faith that Jafar would ever be masculine, the two still kept trying to one-up each other constantly, although it was now more of a game than anything.

She's the one to encourage Jafar to focus on studying instead of trying to get big and strong like their father wanted him to be.

Her father never wanted Nasira to have an education and to only learn how to do household things like her mother but Jafar taught Nasira his school lessons after bedtime.

Jafar's eventual obsession with studying magic lead to Nasira discovering she had innate magic abilities. Jafar was extremely jealous of her abilities but pride made him just double his efforts into gaining magic for himself.

------ Adulthood

While Jafar stayed in their home city of Agrabah to focus on getting hired by the Sultan, Nasira moved to Getzistan in her early 20s to use her magic to make her own fortune.

After a short stint as a street fortune teller, her abilities earned her a place as a show magician in Getzistan's world famous floor shows where she was eventually discovered and hired by the city's sultan.

Although originally hired as a palace performer, Nasira leapt up in the Sultan's favor after she used her magic to scry the location of a rare herb needed to save one of the Sultan's wives from illness. Afterwards, the Sultan promoted her as his Grand Seer.

By the time of the first movie, Nasira is a deeply trusted, ingrained part of the Sultan's inner circle with almost every political decision the Sultan makes needing a reading from Nasira personally before he settles on a path forwards.

Unlike her brother, Nasira is quite happy simply being an advisor to the Sultan, believing that the mundane requirements of running the country, like figure out economics and entertaining diplomats, are beneath her.

She only found out about her brother's death when she arrived to the Agrabah palace on her/Jafar's birthday to celebrate with him, as was their tradition, and was turned away; only being told that Jafar was a traitor that had been put to death and no kin of his would be allowed on the palace grounds. She was truly devastated and inconsolable for days after.

Nasira's disinterest in being a ruler extends to the game Nasira's Revenge. In the game, she only overthrows the throne of Agrabah to spur Aladdin into action for her plans. She would happily hand the country over to her brother and even advise the sultan of Getzistan to ally with Jafar to further legitimize Jafar's rule.

------ Misc

She has a female blue macaw named Delilah who is a casual friend with Iago. When Jafar and Nasira meet, the two birds spend most of the day gossiping.

For the brief time the siblings weren't on speaking terms after an argument about Nasira's prophesies never predicting anything good for Jafar, it was Iago and Delilah that schemed together to get the siblings talking again.

While Iago is loud, crass and rambling, Delilah is unnaturally quiet for her species, due to Nasira training her to be a spy around the palace. She speaks very succinctly and respectfully towards Nasira but is almost exclusively sarcastic and catty towards others.

Jafar's constant search for magic is why Nasira ends up so powerful. Whenever he finds something he couldn't use himself, he copied it and passed it to his sister.

Nasira doesn't smoke anything because the smell make her stomach churn but being in Getzistan for 30+ years has lead to her being able to drink almost anyone in Agrabah under the table if she wants to.

It's really a shame that Nasira never shows up in anything. There's so much potential for her. Jafar is a character basically defined by crazed ambition and betrayal. Why wouldn't you want to explore the one person Jafar is loyal to?

[mamamittens]

Every Fold a Wish

This is my piece from the Marco Zine, not related to Spooktober, I promise! For the rest of the fics--and even artwork!--just click the link provided above!

Also, I swear I didn't mean for it to be so sad--the original plan was goofy shenanigans and maybe ending with Marco trying to throttle Thatch when he cracks a joke about his little paper cranes but then...

well, this happened!

Oh, and here's a link to the fic specific artwork for it by @luna-orix, it's a wonderful take on the Big Scene in lovely color and style!

Word Count: 2,757

Under much pressure, Marco would have to confess this all started a very long time ago.

Back when he was still a deckhand sorting through musty maps littered with ink blots that barely passed as navigation tools. Their contents were downright illegible at best, but did well enough as teaching tools for what not to do. Over time, as they were passed from hand to unsteady hand, the parchment became worn. Rips becoming tears and holes until the only thing keeping them in one piece was hopes and dreams.

What to do with such a well loved piece of parchment?

Tossing them seemed almost an insult. And making them into paper again, while an interesting task, was usually not worth the effort. The ink bleeding and dying the usable parts darker and darker. Until it was good for little else but tissues. Marco had done it a few times just for something to do between tasks. The paper drying in the press able to be left for hours if needed. And he did hold a fondness for the old parchment made new again. But it was still not terribly useful. The ink needed to be even darker, or chalk but it smeared something terrible at the slightest touch.

In all fairness, he didn’t start with the worst off pieces.

A kind, older nurse with weathered hands and a gentle smile showing him the way. Every crisp fold building up to a new, enchanting shape. Even money could be manipulated. A cute way to leave a tip, if he was so wanting. And something to do with his hands.

And he kept doing it too. Starting with his clumsy, childish fingers. Baby fat clinging to his digits as he used his bitten nails to scrape the edges clean. Until they started to even out, habit and hard work turning them into slender, calloused tools of his trade. A little treat for himself as he learned the medical trade. It was good, to know that his hands could create even if he could not heal the hurts in others. A small comfort for himself after his patients fell asleep holding his hand, yearning to not be alone with their sickness.

He got some flak for it over the years. Always teasing remarks about how cute he was being. Little flowers and fortune tellers a popular demand when a particularly mischievous brother or sister was bedbound. And Marco would sigh. Teasingly remarking on their ungrateful attitudes even as he was plied with gifts of decorative paper for his little hobby.

They decorated his office shelves. Tucked in corners and atop the spines of medical texts. Peeking behind picture frames or marching along the windowsill of Oyaji’s room. A cavalcade of shapes in a rainbow of colors and prints. Every so often one would be found covered in layers of dust somewhere forgotten and returned to him with a wide grin. Laughter echoing down the halls as Marco racked his brain to remember when he made it.

Officially, he had no favorite paper craft. No beloved origami he had mastered over the years. Just as he had no favorite sibling.

But, if his family had the wherewithal to gather every one of his little treasures from over the years and fill up a room or four with them, there would certainly be an obvious contender.

Starting with the very first one he made with a crooked wing, crumpled lightly from the very hand that had taught him so long ago.

“I saved this one for last, boyo. Hope is… so dangerous to have on the high seas. Without it, you’ll never truly live. But too much and you’ll be too drunk to survive. And this little fella? This is what he’s all about, in a way. They say a thousand paper cranes, each folded with love and care, can grant you a single wish.” She whispered to him softly, guiding his hands over the worn map of some distant island lost to time. “Make as many as you want, it’s important to remember what it means to live—to wish. But never forget the work that goes into them. Wishing—wanting—that’s not even half the journey. Admitting you want something bad enough to dream is but the first step. After that, you still need to fold the paper. And fold it over and over again until it’s fit to fly. And then? And then, little Marco, you need to do it again. Until you have a flock a thousand strong. It can’t be done in a single day. Most won’t have the patience to do it in a lifetime. But one little crane at a time…”

She never finished that sentence.

She sighed, leaning against the pillows of her bed as Marco finished his first little bird in the palm of her hand. His own cradling the bird between their palms and she squeezed gently. Bending the worn paper a little in the cramped space.

Then she let go.

And Marco hadn’t stopped making them since.

Even as he gained his devil fruit. Grew from a boy to a man. They were his little indulgence, the fuzzy memory of a weathered hand clasped in his, paper crinkling between them never far from his mind. It hurt in a good way. A way that his fruit never gave him. A sense of release. A long sigh after a hard day. Sea breeze wrapping around his bare ankles in the hot sun. Endless blue before him with heavy storm clouds littering the horizon behind him.

His office door slammed open.

A boisterous voice practically singing out as Thatch sauntered into his office with a hot meal. It was late. Later than Marco realized. The bubbly, cool fire running thick in his veins. He’d been pushing it as of late, Marco acknowledged reluctantly.

“I come, O’ Great One! With the gift of food~!” Thatch sang, squinting into the dim candlelight of Marco’s office. Free hand hovering ominously over the light switch.

“Do it and I’ll kick you into the sea.” Marco warned. His fruit offering little reprieve from eye strain at this point. Bigger fish to fry, he supposed.

Thatch pouted, nudging the paperwork on his desk aside. Rather than setting down the food, Thatch instead placed his ass there. Wafting about the food Marco still couldn’t quite identify temptingly.

“C’mon, Coco! You’ve been in here for hours! It’s time to eat up and get some rest!” Thatch huffed.

“Stop calling me that.” Marco was ignored, as usual. The nickname a little rare but typically whipped out when Thatch thought he was being an idiot about himself.

“What could possibly be more important than enjoying some good food and even better shut eye? C’mon, I’ll even give you breakfast in bed! Doesn’t that sound scrum-didily-upmtious? This handsome man personally serving you up a hot plate of food in the morning?”

Marco imagined—not Thatch ‘handsomely’ serving anything—but sputtering as seawater ruined his hair. The woeful cries for mercy as he drowned, just a little while, he swears Namur. He deserves it!

Familiar with Thatch’s everything by this point, Marco doubted many would argue that Thatch didn’t deserve just a little waterboarding.

As a treat.

“Sounds like my sleep paralysis demon talking.” Marco drawled, fixing Thatch with a dry stare.

Thatch arched back as though struck, his dramatics nearly sending the food and himself to the floor.

“My own brother! After all the hard work I put into this? Every ounce of love I put into it?” Thatch emphasized, finally lowering the plate enough for Marco to see it was flayed sea king, glazed with honeyed pineapple and served with stuffed potatoes, a hot roll, and a slice of upside-down pineapple cake. A cup of what could be anything from tea to booze to wash it down with.

It looked fucking good. But just for being obnoxious, Marco rolled his eyes.

“Gross.”

That earned him a sharp gasp and playful tears as Thatch attempted to clamber into his lap for apology cuddles. Pressing obnoxious kisses to his face like Thatch was trying to console him from some terrible tragedy that had occurred.

“G-Get the hell off of me, you ass!” Marco sputtered, reeling back as Thatch smashed Marco’s face into his chest with petulant cries of forlorn love.

“—Oh, my poor, stalwart brother! You’ve worked so hard and can’t even accept crumbs of affection! It doesn’t make you any less of a man to cuddle!” Thatch reassured him as any protest was muffled into his shirt. “I promise I won’t think any l-LE—ES--! SHIT! ACK! M-MARCO—NO!”

Marco dug his fingers into Thatch’s unprotected sides, trapping his idiot brother in place for the deserved payback.

“Marco, yes!”

Thatch wriggled fiercely, yelping with every poke and prod as they laughed, eventually knocking back the chair and ending it with Marco wheezing under Thatch’s weight.

Finally, Marco shoved Thatch off into the floor, face aching from the smile they both shared.

“Ugh! Fine! I’ll eat and go to bed, you prick!” Marco huffed, Thatch still giggling beside him.

“Great! I’ll be sure to deliver breakfast to you, as promised~!” Thatch tittered cheekily, dodging the swipe of Marco’s hand.

“The fuck you will!” his fingertips grazing the fabric of Thatch’s sleeves. Still warm with laughter and affection.

Thatch was cold now.

Somehow colder than Marco’s veins as he desperately lifted up the other man into his arms. So much heavier than before, faint breaths wheezing with blood on his lips. Cool blue fire danced over his pale face, sinking in deep with a desperation Marco hadn’t felt in a long time. Hands slick with blood, skin blossoming with feathers and scales. Teetering between bird and man so violently his words were more akin to bird cries.

There were hands pulling him away. Trying to tug his trembling body from curling over Thatch’s cooling corpse. Hot, burning hands ripping him away.

A large hand, firm and steady. A rock in the ocean that beached him with such violence.

A deep, rumbling voice.

“We’ve got it from here, my son. We’ll save him, my boy. Come back to me. Come back to us. We love you.” Those words followed him into the dark. The world shaking as his lungs rattled with sobs.

“We love you…”

There was a beeping.

That was all Marco could think about.

All he could handle.

His hands were wrong. Almost incandescent. The bones vague shadows flickering in gossamer blue light. Gold licking his fingertips as he stroked… something. Lips stiff. Twisting with difficulty out of the pointed beak they were trying to form. Every ragged breath licking across his tongue with a heady weight to it.

There was something in his hands, Marco knew.

It was… thick. A little tepid. Some give until stiff scaffolding within protested. Thin threads slipping beneath a strange, upper layer. A steady, weak thrum beneath his touch.

His eyes burned. He wanted to rip into it, whatever it was. Until it was hot and thrashing and alive—

But a keen slipped from his lips as a rhythmic beeping finally registered properly.

He was at someone’s bedside.

Again.

He was a little deckhand tending to a dying nurse.

No.

He was a man at a bedside.

A friend?

A brother?

He loved them fiercely. Whoever they were.

Marco wanted whoever it was to wake up already. Tease him for losing control like this. Obnoxiously cry about the display of affection that was cutting into Marco’s chest. Turning his lungs to ribbons. Hooking into the arteries of his heart until every thump made him ache for release.

There was a blanket over his shoulders, Marco realized.

How long had he been here? He shifted in the chair and heard paper crinkle.

Fresh, patterned sheets. Traditional ocean waves with little fish peeking here and there. Tiny boats fighting even, arching waves. All in soft blues that transitioned to richer hues, imbuing the artwork with depth and emotion.

It was instinct to reach for the paper. But the weight of a whole person stopped him. Marco looked.

Both his hands were grasping a limp wrist with a faint pulse.

Letting go felt like ripping away his flesh. Piece by piece.

Fold it over and over again.

Marco’s hands were steady despite everything. And it felt like betrayal.

He shouldn’t be able to do anything right now.

Not even breathe.

But his heart kept going. Lungs expanding with the scent of cold antiseptic.

The paper was smooth. Flawless despite the neglect he’d shown it for… however long he’d been sitting at…

Here.

Without it, you’ll never truly live.

She meant this, didn’t she? His family?

Even without a smooth surface, Marco’s hands knew the way. Folding and pinching the edges clean.

No, Marco remembered.

She meant dreams. She meant hope.

Marco knew, deep down, that eventually there would always be a goodbye at the end of their stories. Said or avoided like the plague.

But he expected it…

Marco never wanted to expect it.

He’d rather drown than look forward at a time he’d say goodbye with any one of his precious family members.

The little crane perched between his fingers. Perfect after years of practice.

Marco choked up as he placed it in Thatch’s hand. Gently curling those limp fingers around it’s delicate shape. Calloused hands cradling the bird in a loose cage.

Marco retreated. Shuffling into his dark room. No one stopped him, their gazed burning his hunched shoulders.

In the bottom desk drawer, so rarely opened it almost got stuck, was a single item.

A lopsided paper crane with a bent wing. Stained with faded ink and weathered with age.

Like he was scooping up a live bird, Marco lifted it to his chest. Careful even as he collapsed to the floor.

He cried. Wept like he’d been cut in two with sea stone. Tears gushing out instead of blood. His fire, confused at the agony he was experiencing, danced in the air. Casting dizzying shadows across the space battered with open sobs.

Marco couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t fill his lungs enough between his cries that ached down to his bones and the fire filling his lips with faux heat.

Everything hurt.

Nothing could heal.

He was a little boy again in his father’s arms. Weeping and certain he was dying from grief. Every wail a benediction. A plea against the inevitable. What was already past.

A wish burning in his veins even as shame filled him.

Death was natural. A long sigh at the end of a hard day.

But Marco wanted to hold his breath until he burst. Stop in the middle of a hurricane just to keep feeling the rain.

Parchment protested in his grasp and Marco shot up like he’d been burned.

Opening his palms to find the paper crane bent even further. Flickers of light cast across the ragged edges of ink—no?

Burns.

The bird was smoldering. Fueled by the open air of his shaking hands, it burst into golden fire. Marco wailed, shaken and confused as it lit up. Flying into the air with a trail of burning embers. Dancing in an unseen wind until, before Marco’s blurry eyes, it was gone. As though it was Thatch’s vivre card.

Time stopped. Stuttering as his heel stamped into the ground.

His shoulder nearly slamming into someone.

A door bashing into a wall.

That damn beeping so like Thatch. Annoying and reassuring in its consistent presence.

Nurses crowded Thatch’s bed, arguing over each other as familiar hair rose over them. Wide eyes looking around, face flush with warmth again.

He smiled, that crooked, familiar smile that tugged Marco’s lips into a similar shape.

“Hey, Coco, look! I got a little hospital buddy!” Thatch crowed, voice a soft rasp as he gently held up a small, blue paper crane. Gold catching the light as fire flickered over it’s wingspan. Every cresting wave lined with unnatural color that had not been there before. It seemed as alive as Thatch.

Thatch let out a creaking rush of air as Marco hugged him. Body awkwardly half in his lap as he buried his face into Thatch’s neck. Careful and weak, Thatch curled his arms around Marco’s chest. He smelled of antiseptic, sea salt, and spice.

The storm was behind them now, but there was still time for rain. One breath after another.

Little paper cranes littered across a pirate ship.

Every fold a wish.

Every step hope.

[wingedshadowfan]

Who do you think is Alex’s father? A demon? What do you think a wheelwalker is exactly?

god, these are good. i can talk abt this for ages, but long story short, i have no idea!

i don't think alex's dad is a character we've met, and i'm leaning more towards "we might not meet him at all" but! i do think we might learn more about him.

estrea stern, mira's mother, said alex's dad was a "bad wind that blew through", and it's hard to say whether she thought so because she could feel something was off about him (like maybe he was a demon, or it was actually his side of the family who were wheelwalkers?) or simply because he got mira pregnant, met her mother, and in alex's words "took one look at my grandmother, turned right around, and never came back." this makes him very interesting - clearly estrea didn't like him, but didn't seem to find him dangerous either, just bad news, but he seems to have been scared of her. of something he saw in her.

i'm personally very torn on whether estrea stern was the wheelwalker, or alex's father was. estrea seems to have had magical abilities - her fortune telling, her candles keeping the grays away, her remarks on mira's pseudo magic scams. but none of this strikes me as "she was a wheelwalker" or even as "she knew alex was a wheelwalker". it's more of an ambiguity of the writing - is she magic or is she not? in that sense, i think estrea stern is magic the same way turner is with his spidey sense. and yes, mira seems to have no powers, and iirc estrea had already passed away by the time alex got touched by a gray for the first time, so maybe estrea couldn't have known alex would end up with the gift of being a wheelwalker (which, weird if you're a wheelwalker yourself, and a fortune teller at that)? so while alex herself wonders what would've happened had estrea lived longer and continued to watch over her, i can't help but feel like she would've done more to protect and teach alex and mira in advance, just in case, had she knowingly been a wheelwalker. she clearly cared deeply about alex.

all of this to say, i kinda think alex's dad might be the one on the wheelwalker side of the family? doesn't change the fact that he abandoned her and mira lol. in any case, i think we'll learn why he was afraid of estrea stern/why he left.

now, wtf even is a wheelwalker. boy, i have only guesses. i think being a wheelwalker is having a magical gift (a potentially hereditary and lot randomly distributed one) rather than being a different species altogether. now for alex, this is roughly split into two main categories so far

abilities related to the grays (seeing and later hearing them, them touching her in specific circumstances, being able to see their memories, to take them in her body at will and temporarily "borrow" their power to boost her own strength, kick them out, summon them to her aid)

whatever the fuck she did when she carried darlington's living soul out of hell

in addition, daisy whitlock could live forever so long as she consumed living souls, and the "stronger" a soul's power, the longer she could live off it - it's why she'd been consuming girls, then wheelwalkers. a gray can go rogue and potentially inhabit a wheelwalker when drawn to their power, in which case daisy was able to not just kick them out, but push them into another person. apparently she can resist the magic of a compulsion coin too but no one gaf. i assume alex can do all of those things too, just hasn't yet

alex can also apparently resist her soul being consumed by a wheelwalker, and pluck consumed souls straight from one. later she finds she can carry a living soul within herself, not just grays, but without consuming it like daisy had (just tasting it) and move freely between hell and our world, which i assume she can do between other worlds too, because of daisy's "all doors are open to us" and alex's blood "propping" the door to hell open

this repertoire of hers is incredibly hard to summarize as one ability, especially when we don't know exactly what planes she can move between, whether grays/souls exist in a different realm/plane, whether living souls effectively just become grays when they leave their body or lose it, etc. personally i haven't figured it out yet but i'm sure alex's and darlington's dreams, their bargaining with golgarot, as well as darlington's manuscript hallucination, are the key to all that.

another interesting thing is that the frantic spirit who entered daisy's body (described as both soul and spirit iirc), whom she'd pushed into north in her panic, could tell she wasn't a woman; she was something terrible. he could see night gathered around her. this is, ofc, exactly how high-off-his-ass darlington sees alex in the mirror at the manuscript halloween party and in his dreams. so how does this soul/gray in north's body see that?

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Twenty: Jackson Teller Are You Jealous?

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

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Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

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“Babygirl,” Charles whispered, running his fingers down the back of my arm causing me to stir in my sleep. “It’s time to wake up.”

“Urgh,” I groaned, nuzzling my face into his bare chest, pulling the duvet over my face to block out the sunlight. I knew what today was, it was the last full day I had with Charles before he had to fly off to The Netherlands. “Can’t we just stay in bed all day?” I mumbled, letting my fingers trace imaginary shapes across his torso.

“As amazing as that sounds, Sunshine, I’ve made plans.” he said softly, pulling the covers away from my face. “I want to spend today with my girl.”

My heart lurched at his words, this man was perfect, “five more minutes?” I asked looking up at him, flashing him my best puppy dog eyes.

He let out a dramatic sigh, “on one condition,” he hummed as that gorgeous smirk appeared on his face, “I get my morning kiss.”

“I’m sure I can make that happen, Mr Leclerc,” I giggled, propping myself up on my elbow before leaning down pressing my lips against his.

The moment I made contact, he swiftly flipped me so I was now pinned between his body and the mattress. He slowly ran his fingers up my arm until he linked his fingers with mine. Our lips moved in sync, neither of us caring about the dreaded morning breath, it was like we were both horny teenagers once again, not being able to get enough of the other.

I felt like I was floating, I was quickly becoming addicted to these lazy morning makeout sessions in bed. There was never any pressure from Charles to take things any further which I was grateful for, he wanted to take things slow and kept telling me we would know when the right time would be. I had no idea how I was going to cope once he had left to finish the season.

The pounding on the bedroom door quickly pulled me from the moment, causing me to groan against Charles’ lips. “I swear he has a radar or something every time we are making out.” I huffed, resting my forehead and his.

“You two coming down for breakfast or what?” Jax called out, barging into the room without waiting for an answer.

Charles instantly rolled off me, making sure I was covered by the duvet.

“Fuck off!” I growled, glaring at my brother. This had become a regular occurrence over the past week, every morning he would barge into my room without a single care in the room and judging by the smirk on his face he knew what he was doing.

“Stop being lazy and get out of bed then.” He laughed, walking across the room, perching on the edge of the bed.

“Seriously, get out of my room.” I snapped, trying to kick him in the ribs but it was no use he was too far away. “Don’t make me call Pops.” I threaten, looking around to see what was in reaching distance for me to throw at his stupid face. Jax held his hands up in defeat as he slowly got up from the bed, exiting the room but leaving the door wide open. “Goddamn, were you raised in a bloody barn or something.” I shouted after him.

Running my hands through my hair I turned to Charles to find him grinning like a dork. “What you laughing at Leclerc?” I hummed, cocking my brow.

“You two so remind me of me and Arthur.” He said softly, leaning over, pressing a soft kiss against my lips. “Now get that amazing ass outta bed.” He winked, rolling out of bed himself.

My heart rate increased, the room felt like it had become ten times hotter and I knew my cheeks were flush, all because of the beautiful sight of Charles moving around my bedroom in nothing but a tight pair of boxers. “Stop checking me out and get some clothes on, Sunshine.” Making his way towards the door he slowly closed it, giving us some privacy once again.

“You gonna tell me what you have planned, ya know so I know how to dress?” I asked, slowly walking over to my closest, making sure I added an extra swing in my step. I was wearing nothing but a red lacy pair of pants and I could feel Charles gaze burning into my ass. “You know it’s rude to stare, Leclerc.” I giggled, looking over my shoulder, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.

“Urm,” he breathed, rubbing the back of his neck, “just wear, fuck,” he paused, his eyes still glued to my body. “Je ne peux pas penser correctement avec toi comme ça chérie. I can't think straight with you like this, darling.” He breathed.

“Maybe that was my plan.” I smirked, turning back to my closest, trying to figure out what to wear. “Unless you want me going out like this then give me some hints.”

“Comfy and casual.”

I started grabbing items from the hangers, laying them over the back of the chair in front of my vanity table. It was already eight am, and for the first time in what felt like forever I had managed to sleep in. It was such a good feeling knowing we wouldn’t be leaving yet, meaning we had time to have breakfast with everyone, so I quickly threw on a pair of shorts and Charles hoodie. The moment I had pulled the garment over my chest Elenor came barging into the room. “I'm getting a lock for this door.” I chuckled, spinning around to see Elenor wearing her Ferrari hoodie and a pair of jeans.

“Come on Uncle Charles, Poppy is making us breakfast.” She beamed linking her hand with Charles dragging him out of the room, luckily he had managed to put some clothes on before she barged in.

“Oh that’s it, forget about your Auntie Nova.” I huffed dramatically, but it was pointless she had already left the bedroom with Charles in tow. Shaking my head, I grabbed my phone off the nightstand making my own way downstairs.

The moment I entered the kitchen a pack of cigarettes was launched at my head. Taking one look at the packet I took a deep breath, I knew I needed to quit but it was a hard habit to break. Pushing the thoughts of quitting to the back of my mind I followed Jax out onto the back garden.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked, leaning against the brick wall, placing a smoke between my lips.

“Don’t know what you are talking about.” Jax shrugged, not making any eye contact with me so I knew he was hiding something.

“It’s Charles isn’t it?” I sighed, taking a long drag feeling my lungs fill with nicotine before exhaling. I knew this was coming, I had seen it progressing every day for the last two weeks. Jax wasn’t coping well with being second best. “Don’t lie to me either.”

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, finally he looked up at me with a sad look in his bright blue eyes. He didn’t need to say anything, over the years me and Jax had found a way to communicate with each other without words.

“Jackson Teller, are you jealous?” I asked, wrapping my arm around his shoulder.

“I know I shouldn’t be but I can’t help it, Nova.” he mumbled, finally admitting his feelings. “Charles came into our life so fast, and don’t get me wrong I am so fucking happy for you but he is all El talks about.”

The long pause told me there was a lot more on his mind, I could see the internal battle that was happening, placing my hand on his shoulder I flashed him a soft smile. “I’m worried, Squirt. I know I told you to just have fun but I can see how much that boy means to you in the short space of time he has been around. You and El adore him and don’t even try to hide it from me. Your smile is brighter, and your laugh is louder when you are with him,” he took a deep breath, blinking back tears. “I’m worried that once he leaves I am going to be left picking up the pieces of the broken hearts of my two favorite girls.”

I had never seen my brother like this before, I felt my stomach tighten, this was partly my fault for getting involved with Charles. Because of me he was spending more time around our family and then Pops invited him and Pierre to live with us. “Jaxy, you are her father and that girl loves the living hell out of you. Yes, she is obsessed with Charles but she was long before he came into town and yes that one is on me.” I said with a slight chuckle.

“Squirt, none of this is your fault so please don’t ever say that again.” Jax said softly, placing his hand over mine. “We all have insecurities right?” He asked, pausing for a moment to take a drag of his cigarette. “I guess mine is the fear of Elenor not needing me anymore. That little girl is my whole life.” His voice was cracking, without looking I knew he was holding back the tears. “She’s all I’ve got.”

My heart was breaking for him, we all have our demons and this one was Jax’s. “Come ‘ere.” I whispered, tossing the cigarette butt into the metal bucket before wrapping my arms around my brother, holding him tight in my arms. “Listen to me, and listen hard.” I whispered, running my fingers through his hair. “That girl is always going to need her daddy, no matter how old she gets, no matter where her life takes her. And I know that because of Pops, I’m all grown up now but noone in this world will ever replace him.”

Pressing a kiss to the top of his head I continued, the feeling of dread was quickly forming in the pit of my stomach, knowing that my time was running out with Charles. “Just focus on El okay, when Char leaves don’t worry about me, I will be okay,” I said not making eye contact with him because the moment I did I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop the waterworks. We both knew I was lying through my teeth but Jax stayed silent letting me continue. “Charles is wanting to take me for the day, I have no idea what he has planned El is not going to be happy that she won’t be able to come with us so she will need you more than ever,” I whispered, loosening my grip on his body, “so if you need to go beat the shit outta something at the garage to make you feel better but don’t let her see you like this, she will get upset and we all know the devil comes out in her when she's losing control of her emotions.”

“I want to go too,” Ellie sobbed, tugging at Charles’ arm as we walked towards the front door. The sound of her cries were breaking my heart, how do you explain to a five year old that someone has to leave?

Charles took a deep breath before crouching down so he was at Ellie’s level. He gently took her little hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. “Little bear, I have a special day planned for your Auntie Nova, it’s our last day together for awhile, remember?” he whispered, engulfing El into a warming hug.

“But, But,” she stuttered as her bottom lip started quivering even harder, “it’s our last day together too!” she screamed, forcefully wiggling out of Charles’ arms before running into the living room.

I found myself frozen to the spot as I tried to process what had just happened, out of the corner of my eye I noticed Jax run his hands over his face letting out a heavy sigh. “I should have seen this coming, I should have planned something to distract her today.” he mumbled, flashing me an apologetic smile.

Charles slowly pushed himself to his feet, staying silent as he wandered into the living room. I couldn’t help it as I followed him into the room but stopped in the doorway to give him and Elenor some space.

“Little Bear,” he hummed, crouching in front of the sofa, resting his hand on her knee. “I need to go for work, but I promise I will be coming back, and you can even come out to some of the races. Then you can meet everyone and not just Pierre.”

For a moment I thought his words were going to work but within a split second he cried got louder and Charles had a defeated look on his face, not knowing what to do next.

Jax took a deep breath, wrapping his arm around my shoulders before pressing a kiss to the side of my head. “You guys go, I’ve got her.” he whispered. My heart was weighing heavy in my chest, I was torn on what to do. Part of me wanted to stay here with Ellie, trying to provide comfort but the other half of me wanted to spend as much time with Charles as possible. “Please Squirt, go spend time with Charles. You will regret it otherwise,” Jax whispered, squeezing my shoulder, like he could hear my thoughts.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, Ellie’s words hadn’t stopped rolling around my mind. I wanted to stay in the present cherishing every moment I had with Charles, but every time I did, it hurt too much and I found myself quickly getting lost in my own thoughts once again.

I knew Charles could sense the sudden shift in mood, hell anyone within a 200 mile radius could feel the change. I felt like the worst human on the planet right now, the man standing in front of me had planned the most beautiful day, walking around the lake before stopping for a picnic lunch and here I was worrying about him leaving tomorrow, I could already feel the walls he had smashed down, slowly creeping back up and I was pulling away in order to protect myself.

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