#AND AND return of ribbons!!!! baby development!!!!!

[larchelle-ffxiv]

ayo???? new dancer glam just dropped?????

[moirindeclermont]

On today's episode of "All the Polin first times we didn't see in Bridgerton" we touch on a particular subject. Do you remember I've talked about Pen and Colin's fantasies? Do you also remember I made a poll? In Colin's case, the winner was boobsfuc*ing... Do I have your attention now? I have Colin's attention for sure!

It's not a secret that Colin is a b00b man. Everyone knows it. So when Colin told her that one of his fantasies was to put his peen in between her breasts... it wasn't as if Pen didn't know her husband was particularly fond of that asset. She does remember a specific carriage ride very well and remembers having to conceal a red spot from her mama the morning after.

She wants to do this, like every new intimate experience with Colin she is sure she'll like it, and if she doesn't, she knows she can stop it. She trusts Colin's understanding and knows he would be happy as well. With that in mind, she goes to Genevieve, asking for something different. Something a bit scandalous that would help her with this mission. One week later, she picks up the nightgown she has prepared for her, and it's exactly what she wants.

That night, after Colin returns from the meeting with his brother, he finds her on their bed with The Robe. Colin has loved The Robe since that night after the ball and has developed a quite interesting reaction to it. "Husband, I have a surprise for you," Pen says, toying with the belt. Colin is right on her side the moment after. "What is it?" She gets up and makes him sit down on the bed. "Would you be so kind as to unwrap me?" she asks, her tone sweet and sensual.

Colin is already salivating, but when he sees what she is wearing, he looks at her in awe. The blue nightgown is short and has a ribbon on her bosom. He asks silent permission to untie the ribbon, and she nods, their excitement almost palpable. He unties the ribbon, and he is agape, looking at her naked bosom on display. "I was thinking about your fantasy, Colin. I want to make it a reality for you," and she doesn't even finish speaking as Colin kisses her.

"Is that a yes?" she asks when they separate for breathing, and he nods. "I have the best wife," he kisses her mouth. "You are the best, Pen," he kisses her neck. "I can't wait to play with these beauties," he kisses her shoulder. Her nipples are already hard, and she feels herself getting wet at the thought of what her husband is about to do. Colin gives her another deep kiss before starting to touch her breasts. He is still sitting on the bed, and it's the perfect height for the next step.

He takes one of the nipples in his mouth before sucking it and using his teeth to give her the stimulation he knows she craves. Especially when she is this aroused, he knows she likes it a bit rough on the edges. While his mouth was occupied, he quickly unbreeched himself, reaching behind to take a cushion. As always, his first thought is his wife's comfort. Then, he switches nipples, making her moan.

Colin uses his hand to go to her mouth, asking her to suck a bit before going down on her, exploring her core, which is soaked. "Let me make you release once before you kneel for me, baby?" and she nods. Deja vu from the carriage comes into her mind, and he also knows it. "Reminds me of something, this position," he says while still using his tongue to stimulate her nipples. She chuckles and then moans when he enters her with two fingers, his thumb on her pearl.

She buckles wild against him until she comes on his fingers. He looks at her then and puts the same fingers in his mouth, sucking them deeply. She goes on her knees, thoughts eradicated from her mind. She gets a bit closer to him and, using her hands, she puts her breasts together. Looking at him with glassy eyes. "Bloody hell, Pen, you're a vision like this," and he uses his saliva to help him slide. The moment after, she sees the tip coming out as he moans loudly. "This is heaven, darling".

Colin starts to thrust, looking at her and showering her with praise "You're so beautiful. Thank you for letting me do this. I have the best wife. fuck Pen is so good," and she is also enjoying herself, seeing how Colin is going insane for this. She has a wicked idea, and the next time the tip comes near her chin, she looks down and takes it in her mouth. Colin almost shouts. It takes a few other thrusts for him to come right on her breasts.

She looks at him and, copying his action, takes a bit of cum and puts it in her mouth. "Little vixen," he calls her, and she feels wanton and desired. She feels loved. Colin then takes out a tissue and cleans her, asking her to sit on his lap. "While we wait for round 2, you can tell me how you explained what you wanted to the modiste," and he kisses her deeply, "and tell me if you liked this."

"I loved it, Colin... and you know by now that Gen is not adverse to helping us if she can," she says, hands in her hair. They share another kiss, and Colin can't take his hands off her. These two are magnificent, you know that?" she smiles. "I made you even more obsessed, haven't I? " They laugh together while they wait for their passion to restart.

I accept requests! Let me know what first time you want to hear about, and I'll do my best to bring it to life!! I hope you've enjoyed this one, and thank you for following me, as always <3

[thecameronchronicles]

Ties That Bind

TW: Bondage. Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: Gift wrapping with your boyfriend, Drew turns sexual. 

WORD COUNT: 1600

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

Ties That Bind

“Dammit!” Drew cursed upon developing a papercut between the folds of his chosen gift. Some shirt making up a part of an inside joke was nearly wrapped to completion as he cast out this expletive, his finger now pulled between his lips as your eyes followed these motions. But with a rather coquettish idea in mind, you would pull yourself over to him almost absentmindedly before lifting the injury to your own lips. 

“That better?” He nodded, eyes fixating on you as the details of the ambiance suddenly faded to this shift of contentment to sultry necessity. Even if you weren’t exactly outright with what you wanted, it was broadcast behind your eyes well enough to leave his own focus on anything but the purchased gifts still needing to be wrapped. All the while, you would return to your own presents, unaware just how well he knew what you needed. 

Humming to the classics broadcast to accentuate the festive mood, you were too distracted in the display of various wrapping papers to notice him inch closer with the thick red ribbon within his hand, only finding your focus as your wrists were suddenly taken within the crimson satin. When your eyes shot up with him, you caught the distant Christmas lights illuminating his already angelic hues now alight with a fire you recognized as burning only in the presence of lust beneath. 

“Stand up.” He spoke softly as you would oblige, pressing the tied hands now to his shoulder for assistance, before he would keep his eyes to you while he pulled your bottoms to your ankles, slowly helping you out of them, before looking at your panties. 

“Apart.” He guided once again, his hand slow to rise between your thighs before coming to the center fabric, his body ascending along with his touch, until he was now hovering over you, making note of how your breathing was affected by him. A smirk developed over his otherwise chiseled features as your eyes opened to watch him cock his jaw as he slipped within the lace fabric and onto the wet lips of your sex itself, your body shuddering even though you were well acquainted with his touch. 

“As cliche as it is, baby…I DO love unwrapping you.” You blushed before your lips parted to tease him, only to feel him force you against him with the knot made around your bound wrists. “But I think I might like tying you up just a bit more.” He bit his bottom lip as you swallowed hard at the thought, his body now walking you to the wall beside the Christmas Tree, where he pulled apart the buttons of your sweater to reveal the bra matching the panties he left dripping by his former words. 

“You keep looking at me like you do…putting my fingers in your mouth…nobody is going to get anything wrapped this year…Except maybe you…” He motioned to your hands as you slowly nodded, “And you like teasing me? You like pushing me, don’t you? Wondering how far I’ll go?” You bobbed your head again, this time, he guided you onto your knees. 

“Since it’s Christmas, I’ll be nice…but I’m expecting you to be more than naughty, baby...” Leaning against the wall behind you, Drew watched as you took him between your bound hands, lining him up to your lips, before pulling him well behind your wicked smirk. Perhaps your focus had been on the tape and scissors, the gifts for your loved ones, not even a moment prior. But now, all you wanted was to make him come. To taste that familiar release you drew from each other, and have it as evidence of the tease you had unintentionally wanted to lead to this. 

“Slowly-” He warned as you had been masterful in your oral fixation to him, taking him as if you held no reflex, ignoring the tears and drool, while your hands were forced together to screw around him, and you made perfect work of the space allowed. All the while, basking in the beckoning of your name from his lips formated between moans and groans, until he was close enough to his edge to threaten his release to you. 

“Okay-okay! Lay down…Right there…” He motioned just before the impressive collection of presents you had accumulated for each other over the last month since your tree had been constructed at the beginning of December. With usual obedience, you laid beneath the tree as his hands were quick to shove the gifts out of the way as he hovered over you, using the leftover satin to tie you to the base of the tree. 

“Did I ever tell you just how beautiful you looked in red?” He teased as you both looked to the ribbon before he took both of his hands to your breasts, folding them sweetly, before taking the bra low enough to expose them completely to him. A groan of approval was expressed before he made slow work of each nipple as you rubbed your thighs together at any attempt of friction granted, an interruption now made of his knee between your legs. 

“Not yet, sweetheart…”

“Drew, please…”

“You want it, baby?”

“Yes…Please…” You bit your bottom lip as he moved lower still, his tongue now in a trail between your breasts and down your stomach, until your legs were pulled over his shoulders. 

“Keep your eyes to me, baby…I want you to watch how good you feel for me…” They rolled for a moment as he allowed your hesitant obedience as he knew you were quick to correct it, before your eyes fixated on him once again. Blue hues, inflamed with lust, capturing the lights overhead, would stare up at you as his tongue made slow stripes of your sex.

“Wider.” He spoke softly as you obliged, a smirk made of his focus, before he would return again. Your clit and sex were well acquainted with his mouth by the time you were in tremors, the tree shaking along with the ornaments, until you came to your edge. 

“I’m gonna come, Drew!”

“Not without me, you’re not…” He teased, taking you into a spin until you were on our stomach, knees and palms,allowed by the loose bind made on the stand of the tree, now a means of your support as he undressed behind you, before thrusting into you. 

“Oh shit, baby…Not gonna be able to look at those ribbons or this tree the same…”

“Good…” You teased while looking back at him, just enough time to see another penetration shielded by your ass. It was a sight you adored, the raw vulnerability of skin-to-skin contact wasn’t even the best part, but that of his reactions to observing it along with the way you’d purposely clench around him to deepen his own sensations. Because of this, he leaned over you, forcing the bind loose, to bring you closer to him. You were taken over his lap in a straddle, loose ribbon hanging from your dominant wrist, before he took his hand to the back of your neck. 

“If we have any hope of finishing those gifts, better burn this fucking ribbon…”

“Not a chance…” You spoke back with a widening grin. “I like what you do to me when I wear it…” He wrapped it back around your wrists, forcing your hands behind your back before taking the remainder of it as a rein or tail before pulling it tightly in his grasp. 

“You like this, baby? You like being out of control?”

“Because I trust you…”

He clenched his jaw as he moved himself in slow rises so you could feel him flex throughout the conversation, devilish thoughts revealing even more carnal of intentions. 

“I wouldn’t. Not with this ribbon…not with the way you want me to use it…” You smirked, head taken back by a grip of your hair as he drug his teeth along the skin of your neck, feeling your pulse rage against the tease of his lips. 

“There…” His brows raised before he untied your hands and used the ribbon around your neck. 

“Here, baby?” You nodded as he tightened it softly, just enough for the thrill, but also to understand that this was only done in careful lust.

“Harder…”

“Baby-”

“Drew. I trust you. Please…I’m so close…” 

He breathed deeply, almost unable to keep himself contained at your desperations, until you expired over his shaft, trembling and whimpering as he quickened. 

“You still want ME to come?”

“YES! Please!”

“Sure you aren’t too sore? Too tired?” he almost patronized as you dug your nails into his shoulders. 

“Please, Drew! I wanna feel you come!”

“Yeah? Then make me, baby…Ride me like I like…Like you do so well…I’m close…” He warned as you nodded, taking the lead as he wrapped around you, pulling you as deeply into him as possible as you could feel a second release cause you to tighten around him that much further, finally pulling his from him. 

“SHIT!” He called out, keeping you over him for a moment before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. 

“I mean it. Better hide that ribbon.”

“Or…” You now pulled it over his shoulders and tied it into a playful bow. “Save it for later?”

“You still want more?”

“Always…” You teased as he groaned before you were lifted around him. 

“Drew!”

“Let’s see all the little ways I can make you come on this little ribbon…”

“Drew!!”

“But you’re gonna have to find some excuse as to why none of their gifts have it…”

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[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Reminisce

I've written this a long time ago but never posted it so here you go! Enjoy <3

For the first three months of his life, little Jin Ling cried all throughout the night, exhaustion forcing him into small bouts of sleep from which he nevertheless awoke screaming. No amount of milk, lullabies or attention worked, no matter who it was that tried to comfort him.

His nannies had cultivated eyebags so dark they seemed bruised, and even his two uncles, though they loved him dearly, could not handle the fussiness and the sleepless nights.

For three months, nobody could figure out how to get A-Ling to at least quiet down at night, if not sleep.

And then, as if by miracle, he stopped.

The ceaseless crying stopped as suddenly as it had started, and it was much to the comfort of his nannies that, instead of screaming himself into exhaustion, Jin Ling would giggle and smile at nothing in particular, reaching his hands up in the air as if he was playing before he fell asleep into the deepest, most restful sleep.

The entirety of Jinlintai had been so happy about the new development that they didn’t bother find out what triggered it, basking into the extra hours of sleep they could finally enjoy after months of fitful naps.

—

“When you were little, you used to be really noisy.” Wei Wuxian tells Jin Ling as they stroll along the winding pathways of the lavish gardens in Jinlintai. “You were so noisy, in fact, that I had to return from the dead to get you to quiet down!”

“Ridiculous!”

“I’m being serious!” Wei Wuxian defends, and Jin Ling sees no trace of jest in his expression this time, “I did come back from the dead… er, kind of. I was a wandering spirit, on my way to… punishment, but I heard your cries and I… took a detour.”

Jin Ling stares at him, half incredulous, half emotional. “Why would you be drawn to me out of all the babies in the world?”

Wei Wuxian smiles at him, soft and warm, and only a bit distant. “I named you. That must’ve created a tie between us.”

“But how did nobody detect you?”

“I don’t know. But…” a fond sigh, eyes lost in the distance, “...you used to love playing with my hair ribbon. You’d tug at it until it came loose, and I’d wave it around in front of you like a toy… it made you laugh, and I’d play with you until you fell asleep.”

Jin Ling stops walking, eyes wide with realization, “I… there was… when I was little, I used to dream of a red ribbon and trying to give it back to someone. I could never find them, and then, as I grew up, I started having that dream less and less… I was…”

Wei Wuxian smiles, again, this time regretfully. “I was long gone by then, Jin Ling. You were starting to forget me.”

“But… how long did you stick around?”

“Four years.”

“What…what happened in the fifth? Why did you…” Leave me?

Wei Wuxian doesn’t respond, resuming his walk ahead without a word. His hands, clasped behind his back, are sweating now.

“Da-jiu?”

“Hm?”

“What happened when I turned five years old?”

The breeze whips Wei Wuxian’s hair behind him, and Jin Ling realizes that, right now, he looks exactly like the person in his childhood dreams he could never reach.

“There is no need to linger onto the past. Haven’t I taught you this already?”

[eunoiaastralwings]

Hello 🌻 you know I gotta ask for my baby Fingon, so I'm about to hit you with angst today.

May I request a Fingon x reader fic where it's both their final days today in Valinor before he leaves for Middle Earth during the darkening. Fingon and reader were on the brink of developing a relationship (courtship) before the darkening occurred. He promises her that he would return to her one day, since she is not permitted to follow, but reader knows that he isn't going to return to her because of the ban on the Noldor. Basically, a tearful departure between them both, and her begging him not to leave her, reader confesses her love last minute in hopes of him staying but he still leaves. A kiss to her forehead as the final gesture.

Love is a Curse

featuring fingon x fem reader

fandom tolkien-the silmarillion

warnings here comes the angst again

a/n also my first time writing Finno – I hate you Mina (affectionately)

You smiled up as you saw Prince Findekáno making his way over to you in the sunflower meadow. You were in the middle of reading your book – when you heard footsteps coming your way.

You were sat leaned against the tree behind you – at first it was hard to make out it was him because of Arien’s rays casting right to your eyes. But from the shimmer of golden ribbons on the dark hair you instantly knew it was him.

“Prince Findekáno . . .”

You greeted and slowly began to stand.

“No, please – do sit mi ‘lady.”

He said – holding his hand out gently for you to stay seated.

“It is I, who should greet the beautiful maiden.”

You blushed at the compliment – and Findekáno smiled softly at you, holding a hint of a smirk. Standing in front of you – he crouched to your height and handed you a small sunflower.

You frowned taking it from his hand – rolling it between your fingers

“I was out riding my horse – there was this little beauty and out of all the tall, large flowers in this field – this one seems to have taken a liking to my heart.”

He looked directly at you at he said it – making your insides melt at the words.

It was still hard to look at him – not only because of his words that were hinting at something else but also because of Arien’s heavy rays. Then the prince suddenly shifted, noticing your discomfort – hiding the rays of Arien from your face – letting them hit his back instead.

You smiled softly at him – your eyes sparkling with an unsaid emotion and his reflected it. . .beautifully.

Your heart dropped at the news. You frantically shook your head. No, Findekáno would never. . . he can’t!

You ran out from your home – scared, nervous and unbelieving. The darkening from the destruction of the two trees had brought many misfortunes. The selfish part of you couldn’t understand why Findekáno had to leave for this.

He shouldn’t! This didn’t concern him – why was he going after something that concerned his half-uncle and half-cousins to retrieve the silmarils that held the light of the two trees?

He shouldn’t go – he really shouldn’t go! – Not when there was chance for you to happen, but more so if Melkor were to cause a darkening on him, cause his . . .- you didn’t want to think of the possibilities, but it was there – in the back of your mind.

You gasped – seeing him up ahead about to turn and leave with his kin. The shimmering golden ribbon you would recognize anywhere. . .

“Findekáno. . .”

You whispered out first – definite it was him.

“Findekáno!”

Then – you desperately shouted out – your vision blurring suddenly. It was only then you realized you were crying. Tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Where are you going?”

You shouted out – when he turned to you, his eyes widening seeing your shaking, tearing figure running towards him.

“Why are you leaving? – Please!”

“Y/N. . .”

He whispered – stepping towards you. Turukáno pulled him back for a second.

“Stay there – don’t run!”

He shouted towards you – but you kept running towards him desperately, crying.

“You can’t leave like this!”

With your blurred vision from your tears, you almost slipped and fell once or twice – each time he gasped, scared you might fall and cause hurt to yourself.

“I won’t let them take you!”

But you still kept running towards him. Crying your heart out and sobs wreaking your body.

“I won’t let them take you!”

His eyes widened at those words – so you truly felt the same. He was one step away from asking your hand in courtship. One step away from confessing his love for you. One step away in showing the filtering out the raw and powerful emotion in his eyes to you.

“What do I do if you just leave me like this?”

Findekáno heart broke hearing your words – more than anything his heart and soul were begging him to stay. His brother’s grip tightened the furthered he stepped out.

“How could I live after you just leave me like this?”

You cried almost falling again.

“Y/N!”

He yelled out – tears gathering his own eyes.

“What should I do?”

Eventually, your prince roughly pulled away from his brother’s hold and run towards you.

“Findekáno!”

You cried out, tripped over something and was falling– but he quickly caught you in arms. Holding your shaking crying body to him tightly. Neither of you cared for who saw.

You only cried and holding him desperately close to you – this never happened before. There were only lingering gazes and sweet words exchanged between the two of you – this was new and it ached every part of your heart and fëa knowing this probably the first and last time you will get to hold him.

A sob broke out from you when you realized it – and Findekáno held you tighter in his arms.

The both of you only pulled away enough to look into each other’s eyes but still held each other close– the sight of his teary eyes made your heart clench.

“Why are you going? – You can’t go!”

You shook your head – your voice shaking with every word

“Please don’t leave! Can’t you stay?”

You begged through your tears.

Findekáno let out a shaky breath – trying to hold a smile for you and gently cupped your frantically head. Slowly and gently making you stop from doing so.

“If you shake your head any more like that – I am afraid it’ll fall off your neck.”

He tried to joke.

You hit his chest – although not strong enough to hurt.

“This is no time to joke, you fool!”

You whimpered and he only smiled, bittersweetly and tenderly wiped your tears. His own hands were shaking – but Findekáno tried his best to stop that.

“Do not go.”

You whimpered again.

“Nothing will happen. . .”

He tried to promise you.

You sobbed – fisting his tunic at how much of a lie that was.

He wouldn’t be back — not as long as the rule for banning the Ñolder existed.

He would leave you – without a chance of returning. You wanted to hit him – slap him and crush him ever making your heart sing for him and your fëa aching for his.

“You will not!”

Your voice cracked again — the prince found himself gulping. The sight of you so broken in his arms hurt him so much more than he could understand.

He never once deserved your love and affection, did he? – He should not have made his advances known. Then you wouldn’t be here, crying and broken in his arms

It made breathing an impossible task for the Ñolder prince.

“Then come‐”

But your lithe fingers quickly rested on his beautiful lips — preventing the elf prince from speaking.

“Please, do not ask of that from me. . . I cannot Finno. . .”

You knew – if he asked you, you’d fold and leave with him without a second thought.

But you couldn’t – how can you blindly follow him to an unknown future leaving your family behind?

Love is a curse. . .

You remembered the the line of an old poem – you never understood what it meant, until now. . .

“Then forgive me, anarlótënya. . .” (my sunflower).

“No! No, please!”

Findekáno sighed and wiped away one last tear — before he delicately placed his head against your forehead.

“Finno. . .”

You sobbed – your grip on his clothing tightening.

“I must go. I am sorry. . .”

He whispered – then placed a kiss on your forehead. Slowly and delicately – lingering his lips there for a long moment.

Then – he started to pull away. You gasped taking his hand in your hands – trying to hold onto him.

The tears that gathered in his eyes finally slipped and he began to turn away from you.

“Finno. Finno!”

You desperately called him as he tried to pull away – you tried to hold onto him tighter but he managed to pull away from you.

“FINDEKÁNO!”

You yelled out desperately in agony as he broke free from your grasp and turned away from you.

A silent broken sob left him as he took steps further and further. You broken cries and desperate shouts were all he could here until he disappeared with his kin.

You watched until you could no longer see him. . . tears dried and stained on your cheeks as you lifelessly looked on, broken and lost. Your fëa drowning in loneliness.

Love really was a curse. . .

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[jaceberg]

[ cis male. he/him ] Welcome to Aurora Bay, JACE BERGERON ! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like LEO WOODALL. You must be the TWENTY-SEVEN year old NEW OWNER OF DRIFTWOOD . Word is you’re STAUNCH but can also be a bit SOFT HEADED and your favorite song is CALL YOUR MOM BY NOAH KAHAN . I also heard you’ll be staying in FISHER COVE . I’m sure you’ll love it!

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THE BASICS.

NAME : jace nathaniel bergeron. AGE : twenty-seven. BIRTHDAY : september 18. SEXUALITY : hetrosexual. HOMETOWN : aurora bay, ca. CURRENT RESIDENCE : seabrook quarter. FAMILY : jocelyn bergeron (mother) , aurthur winslet (father), and unnamed half sister.

PERSONALITY.

+TRAITS : affectionate, magnanimous, & staunch. -TRAITS : airy, boisterous, & soft headed. LIKES : the sea, gaming, traveling, sailing, good company, legos, a strong cup of coffee, legit anything involving the ocean & a cold can pabst blue ribbon. DISLIKES : scary movies, spicy foods, country music (but will still drunkenly sing along. ), ketchup, and his father.

APPERANCE.

Hair : light brown & short. Eye : blue. Body Build : athletic. Height : 6' 1''. Scar/Markings : scar on left leg from getting stuck in a fence as a teen. Piercing : n/a. Tattoos : mothers birth year on chest in roman numerals & traditional sailboat on right thigh for grandfather.

BIO.

( tw. death & terminal illness. )

His mother, a spirited and driven young woman, often dreamt of leaving her small-town life for something more thrilling. When Arthur Caldwell, the owner of a resort franchise, offered her a job as a personal assistant, she eagerly embraced the opportunity. She traveled to multiple countries with him and spent many nights in his company. Their relationship lasted for nine months before abruptly ending when rumors of a possible pregnancy arose. Arthur’s wife promptly insisted that he cut ties with the assistant. Soon after, his mother returned home with a check in one hand, a non-disclosure agreement in the other, and a baby on the way.

Although Jace faced some challenges in his early childhood, he felt relatively happy. He knew that his family was different from others in their town; they lived in a multi-generational household without a father figure. However, he didn't fully grasp the significance of this difference. What he did appreciate was the hard work and dedication of his single mother, who provided for them both, and the love and consistent presence of his grandparents in his daily life.

When he turns sixteen, he experiences the first significant loss in the family - his grandfather. Despite being aware that it was not his fault, he struggles with overwhelming guilt. He believes his actions, such as late outings with friends, constant calls from authorities, and drunken escapades, caused stress for his grandfather. He convinces himself that his grandfather wasted his time and resources caring for a child who wasn't his own. Little does does he know, he was actually his grandfather's world.

At the age of twenty-two, the Bergeron family goes through a series of life-altering events, including uncovering the truth about his father, his mother's passing, and developing a passion for the sea.

He always knew his mother had secrets, like anyone else. She held onto a long list of things she never wanted to be revealed. She wore a facade right up until her last moments. He had a feeling that something was wrong for a while, but every time he asked for answers, she denied him any information. It was as if she refused to face the reality of what was happening. Only three months before she passed away, he found out about her diagnosis. The arrival of the hospice nurse, who set up in their living room, became one of the main catalysts for him discovering the truth.

As soon as he received the news about his mother death, he wasted no time packing his bags. With no clear destination in mind, he simply refused to remain trapped in a home filled with memories. He eventually found himself at the pier, walking onto the first boat that would take him on as a hire.

He had made the ocean his home for several months. He became enamored with the aquatic colors and the freedom that came with being out on the sea. His passport filled with stamps and stickers from the many places he's traveled to, while his tiny room decorated with certificates of career achievements. Although he has a job that offers him plenty of freedom and opportunities to advance, he felt a sense of longing.

Only after completing his first season does he come to realize his true desires. It is in New York City where he unexpectedly encounters a familiar face and reconnects with Emerson Cassidy, reigniting their friendship. A situationship, unfolds over the course of two years until he finally decides to end it. Despite his love for her, he recognizes that she deserves more than someone who comes and goes like the tide. With a heavy heart, they go their separate ways.

At the age of twenty-seven, he sets foot in Aurora Bay, CA for the first time since his mother's passing. The strange feeling of it all weighs heavily on him, especially after the recent loss of his grandmother. He currently resides in his childhood home in Fisher Cove while settling into his new role as the owner of Driftwood Coffee, after inheriting the family business.

HEADCANNONS.

- he's only been back in town for three weeks, as of 6/21/24. - his whole relationship with emerson is unknown to practically everyone, it was very much so a private thing. - due to his last living arrangements jace has a tendency for not understanding boundaries, living in close corridors almost five years tends to do that to people. (so just tell him to fuck off, he’ll understand.) it’s also why he hates being alone. legit loves company at all times ! - currently resides in fisher cove, in his childhood home (x)(x). it's a three bedroom, two bath house with a private dock. - has met his father, thinks he's a piece of shit. - jace's mother was the sole owner/manager of driftwood coffee, and he worked there throughout his teen years until he left. after her passing his grandmother took over ownership, her reign only lasted five years. since his grandmothers passing he has now inherited the establishment. - has a boating license. - currently owns a 2002 Beneteau Oceanis 42CC. his sister (luce) & him sailed/traveled on it this past summer. - proud owner of a magnet collection, and he has collected all of them from his travels. - constantly wears a silver chain with his grandmother's wedding ring dangling from it.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

childhood friends / found family / friends he met during his travels / employees / family friends / bad hinge dates / high school sweetheart / new friends / business mentors / totally up for plotting future plots & brainstorming ideas !

[violetjedisylveon]

Settling In

Kaesoka Family AU chapter 8

Summary: Ahsoka and Kaeden try to balance moving into a new location and having an explorative baby.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: mentioned teething, nothing else, very tame and fluffy chapter

A/N: I've returned with more wholesome gay shit.

Enjoy!

Kaesoka Family AU Masterpost

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Ahsoka picked up the unmarked box that wasn't one of theirs. It wasn't terribly heavy and didn't look dangerous. She cut it open with one of Rinu's small vibro blades that were being used as box openers.

She found a letter sitting atop a crinkly paper covering. It had the ancient seal of the Alderaanian royal family on the envelope. Organa must've sent it.

She opened the letter.

'Fulcrum, we do hope that you and your cell are making yourselves at home in your new location, and we know that your daughter will be a year old in a few months, if she's anything like ours, this is where the fun begins. Inside the package is a collection of resources we found very useful and helpful with our own daughter. We hope your little one likes them as much as ours did!'

Ahsoka smiled at the letter, the Organas had been especially understanding when it came to her cell's younglings. I wonder if we can ever bring Padmé around to see their daughter. Ahsoka briefly entertained the idea of proposing a playdate, but let it go. Even though Bail had suggested it when he learned of Ahsoka's successful pregnancy, Ahsoka was too busy and didn't think her daughter would fit in too well with a palace setting at the time.

Now she knew Padmé would stick out like a sore thumb, not even as a Force sensitive but just as a hybrid, and admittedly, her five month old daughter had already proven herself to be a little wild.

Ahsoka set the letter aside to be stored, and began to sort through the box. Padmé giggled from her little play spot next to her. It was a pair of boxes tilted on their sides that Xan had decorated with shiny ribbons that hung from the tops. Padmé also had a ball she was playing with. Her little face was currently squished into the rubbery surface.

"Having fun Tazi Ghya?" She asked.

Padmé babbled in response with a happy squeal.

Ahsoka went back to sorting for the next couple minutes, until Kaeden came in to take what she had sorted to where it belonged. They had finally gotten the whole place cleaned to livable, child safe standards two days ago, it wasn't anything too bad but centuries of disuse would leave a mark.

"What have we got here?" Kaeden prompted, peering over her shoulder.

"Some baby stuff from the Organas." Ahsoka responded.

"That was nice of them." Kaeden mused.

Padmé's ball smacked against the box she was playing near with a rubbery slap. Ahsoka glanced over to check on her daughter, she was making her adorable yet slightly destructive grabby hands at the ball. She was also wiggling her legs a lot.

"I'll get it." Kaeden said, rising to get the toy.

"Don't." Ahsoka pulled her back down.

She narrowed her eyes at her daughter, something told her that Padmé could handle this situation herself.

"I wanna see what she'll do." She said to her confused wife.

Padmé made her grabby hands, the ball wobbled but didn't move any closer. She glared adorable at the ball that was not listening to her. She kicked her legs and got them underneath her.

Then she pushed up and crawled over to the ball like it was nothing. A strange sense of relief flooded Ahsoka, despite all the weirdness of her birth, Padmé looked to be developing normally.

"She just crawled! She's crawling already?! I didn't know babies could crawl that fast!" Kaeden gasped.

"Togrutas start to crawl at around four or five months, she's right on schedule." Ahsoka said.

Kaeden cast her a relieved look. With the way her pregnancy had gone, they'd had the same worry about their daughter's development.

XXX

Padmé didn't crawl much, she often had to be motivated to move and even then couldn't be bothered. She was perfectly content to be picked up and carried around, it was less effort that way. She was very smart for being five months old.

She only crawled if she really wanted to get something.

Like right now, she was trying to get to the snack table. Her front teeth had started to come in, her fangs had developed a bit earlier than normal. With her new teeth came the urge to use them and her carnivorous instincts were driving her to practice "hunting". Her little one’s hunting activities were another reason to get her a chew toy soon, so far her teething had only activated her urge to hunt, it wasn't hurting or giving her the urge to chew on everything just yet.

So she was trying to steal Keriss's food while the older girl wasn't looking.

Ahsoka kept a lazy eye on her daughter, ready to intervene in case her "hunt" was successful. Padmé could bite stuff, she couldn't chew, and she was still breastfeeding.

The other kids knew Padmé wasn't allowed to eat food and not to give any to her. Vylo and Keriss, being toddlers often forgot or dropped food, Xan was constantly watching out for any stray food that Padmé might snatch. Her budding Force powers made keeping her out of things a very interesting challenge.

Padmé crawled to the table and sat there, staring up at the plate half off the table. Her little face scrunched up with focus and the plate tipped that bit it needed to topple down. She giggled gleefully and clapped her hands, then scooted towards her "kill".

Ahsoka (gently) Force pulled her daughter over to her before she could get her little hands on it.

Padmé wriggled until she could give her that adorable little baby scowl.

“Oh don't give me that look.” She scolded.

Padmé grunted and snorted in her direction. Ahsoka rolled her eyes, she was so fussy sometimes.

“You know you can't eat that, you don't have your back teeth yet.” She said.

Padmé whined and flopped around her arms dramatically.

“You're such a little drama queen.” Ahsoka sighed.

XXX

Ahsoka glanced up as Xan peeked into the room she was working on.

“Need some help?” She prompted the young boy.

“Uh, Padmé is biting stuff again.” Xan told her.

“Has my package gotten here yet?” She asked with a sigh.

“Don't think so.” He shook his head.

“Alright, I'll handle it.” She said.

In the last check-in with command, she had made the request for a Togruta teething toy, and was told that it might be a while.

In absence of anything suitable, Padmé had begun to chew on anything she could get her hands on and really liked to chew the ends of her lekku, as most teething Togruta did. The ends of their lekku didn't have many pain receptors to compensate for the behavior, it was good to encourage chewing lekku instead of something possibly dangerous, of course they weren't supposed to let it happen for the whole of the teething process.

Ahsoka peered into the still being put together playroom and sure enough, Padmé was happily chewing on some toy that definitely wasn't hers.

“Padmé.” She sighed.

The five month old baby looked over at her and smiled around her “prey”, proudly showing off her “kill”.

It was instinct to hunt and gift, the gifting was a bit of a show off behavior to prove that she was strong. She couldn't just tell Padmé to stop, as she understood it was bad to discourage these instincts, they had a reason to exist. It would probably negatively impact her if she wasn't receptive, and she would eventually grow out of the show off behavior anyway, but it was a little irritating when she didn't have anything that she could let Padmé keep.

Ahsoka leaned over and let her lekku hang down, immediately Padmé forgot about the toy and reached for her lekku with her little baby hands. She picked up her daughter and let her grab onto one of her lekku, hardly noticing when.

“It's all good now kids.” Ahsoka called.

She took Padmé with her back to the room she was working in.

This was just another thing she had to get used to.

[bcisurat]

Beyond Pink Ribbons: The Impact of Lifestyle Choices on Breast Cancer Risk explained by the Breast Cancer Specialist In Surat

Breast cancer has long been in the public eye, often symbolized by pink ribbons and fundraising events. While awareness campaigns and medical advancements have undoubtedly made strides in the fight against breast cancer, there’s another crucial aspect that often goes overlooked: the role of lifestyle choices in influencing breast cancer risk. Beyond genetics and environmental factors, our daily habits and choices can significantly impact our susceptibility to this prevalent disease. In this blog post, we’ll delve into the insights and recommendations by our breast cancer specialists in Surat about lifestyle choices and their impact on breast cancer risk.

Dietary Habits

Our cancer specialists in Surat at BCI- Blood & Cancer Institute, Surat have seen a strong correlation between dietary patterns and breast cancer risk. Consuming a diet rich in fruits, vegetables, whole grains, and lean proteins can lower the risk, while a diet high in processed foods, red meat, and sugary beverages may increase it. Incorporating more plant-based foods and limiting the intake of processed and high-fat foods can play a pivotal role in reducing breast cancer risk.

Physical Activity

Sedentary lifestyles have been linked to various health issues, including breast cancer. Regular physical activity not only helps maintain a healthy weight but also reduces inflammation and regulates hormone levels, all of which contribute to lowering breast cancer risk. Aim for at least 150 minutes of moderate-intensity exercise per week, such as brisk walking, cycling, or swimming, to reap the benefits of an active lifestyle.

Alcohol Consumption

Alcohol consumption is a known risk factor for breast cancer. Even moderate alcohol intake can increase hormone levels in the body, thereby elevating the risk of developing breast cancer. Limiting alcohol consumption or avoiding it altogether can significantly reduce this risk. Opt for healthier alternatives such as herbal teas or sparkling water to quench your thirst without compromising your health, says our breast cancer specialists in Surat at BCI- Blood & Cancer Institute, Surat

Smoking Cessation

Smoking is not only detrimental to lung health but also increases the risk of several cancers, including breast cancer. The harmful chemicals in tobacco smoke can damage DNA and disrupt hormone balance, contributing to the development of cancerous cells. Quitting smoking is one of the most impactful decisions you can make to safeguard your health and lower your risk of breast cancer.

Maintaining a Healthy Weight

Obesity and excess weight have been linked to an increased risk of breast cancer, particularly in postmenopausal women. Fat cells produce estrogen, and higher levels of estrogen in the body can fuel the growth of hormone-sensitive breast cancer cells. Adopting a balanced diet and engaging in regular exercise are key components of maintaining a healthy weight and reducing breast cancer risk.

Breastfeeding

For mothers, breastfeeding can offer protective benefits against breast cancer. Breastfeeding helps to reduce lifetime exposure to estrogen by delaying the return of menstruation after childbirth. Additionally, breastfeeding promotes the differentiation of breast cells, which may lower the risk of developing cancerous mutations. Whenever possible, consider breastfeeding as a natural and beneficial way to nurture both you and your baby’s health.

Regular Screening and Early Detection

While lifestyle choices play a significant role in breast cancer prevention, regular screening at one of the best cancer hospitals in Surat remains crucial for early detection. Mammograms, clinical breast exams, and self-examinations are essential tools in detecting breast cancer at its earliest stages when treatment is most effective. Make it a priority to schedule routine screenings and consult with our healthcare providers at BCI, Surat about your individual risk factors and screening recommendations.

Final Words

Beyond the symbolic pink ribbons, taking proactive measures helps in reducing the risk of breast cancer. Individuals must adopt healthy lifestyle choices, such as maintaining a nutritious diet, staying physically active, avoiding tobacco and alcohol, maintaining a healthy weight, breastfeeding, and prioritizing regular screening. These steps help us in empowering ourselves in the fight against breast cancer.

Let’s embrace these insights and recommendations to pave the way for a healthier future, one where breast cancer becomes a less prevalent threat to women’s health and well-being. Take a step beyond pink ribbons to make a tangible difference in the battle against breast cancer.

[bgw57]

bgw57

All Their Stuff

It didn't start with me - saving and hanging on to things. In fact I'd say I was at least a third generation pack rat on both sides of my family. And for this I am very grateful. I mean, it's fun having this stuff. And I think you can see by the volume and variety of it that a sort of family tradition developed, a way of looking at objects and especially documents of our daily lives, wherein collecting and saving them was just the normal thing to do. Ticket stubs, newspaper clippings, aka scrapbook items. Photos of course everyone saves, that is until the generation that doesn't comes along and donates them by the album full to their local thrift store. I volunteer at one, and have adopted a couple of those families, saving them from the dumpster. And we save documents, right? Tax returns, insurance documents, wills, deeds. And salt and pepper shakers.

These are some of the oldest things I have:

My father's mother's baby photo. Besse Grace Moore was born in 1883. There are not a lot of snapshots from the 19th century, which is when all my grandparents were born, although some of my grandmother's studio portraits were pretty candid seeming and casual.

Here she is in 1893, looking very calm and collected at 10. The hat. The ribbon everywhere. The Moores lived in and around Panora, and Guthrie Center, Iowa. I like this next one, which shows more personality that usual for photos of the time, or is that a misconception? Perhaps this is a holdover from the early days of photography - long exposures due to slower film, or plates.

Ah ha! It's from her I inherited my droopy left upper eye lid.

If I had to guess, I'd say the genetic aspect of my struggles with depression was something she and I shared. There's a sadness or loneliness in her expression here that she also hints at in her correspondence (yes, I have a lot of the letters she wrote to my parents). She's often on the verge of throwing a pity party. Ruth, her daughter-in-law, my mom, used to poke fun of Grandma's sadsack-ery, quoting a line supposedly common to her letters, "Thought surely I would hear from you today." I just now realized - I have those letters. I can find out, was my mom just doing Besse schtick?

I would love to hear the conversation around these outfits. Who's idea was it? Was it a local fashion? Did they make them themselves or have them made? I never knew my grandmother to be a seamstress but she died when I was 11, in 1968, so she may have given it up long before. Although again, in her letters and diaries I don't remember her talking about sewing, but there's much I have yet to read. She does go on and on about the gardening, canning, washing, ironing and all the other daily chores of an Iowa farm wife in the first half of the 20th century. Chores and the weather in fact are two of her favorite subjects.

Speaking of farms and farming - though now an old goat, I was once and briefly a goat hill. The buffalo plaid jacket became a thing thanks to the Grumpy Old Men movies. Ugh. As if Minnesota and Minnesotans needed anything more to be cute and smug about - they've now co-opted my grandfather's hunting jacket. That would be Grant Williams, husband to Besse above. I don't remember him as he died when I was just 2.5 but I love having his jacket, complete with a game pocket where you can put your dead animals. Don't worry, the pocket's interior is (or rather was) rubberized so the blood and guts rinse right off. I wish I could find a date and manufacturer but the labels are long gone. When I was a kid, at our house on E-as-in-easy-avenue, this jacket hung by the kitchen door. Someone had painted while wearing it and it was the coat your threw on in cold weather to take out the garbage, or better yet, burn the trash! Outside the picket fence, between it and the alley, was the 50 gallon drum with the to top cut out. It sat on cinder blocks and taking out the trash was definitely not a chore for this young pyromaniac.

One hot dry summer afternoon before I was old enough and Ruth did this chore, a burning phone bill or cast off mailing from RCA Record Club was sent aloft by the hot air above the burning barrel and, landing on a pine shrub, set it ablaze. Luckily, Mrs. A. of the perfect lawn next door, who often surveilled the Williams backyard from her kitchen window as she did the dishes, rushed to Ruth's aid brandishing one of her several garden hoses. That was a summer, for sure.

Compare this to the dark of an Iowa January evening - dark even before dinner, which is saying something when dinner is at 5:30 during Walter Cronkite. Ruth is watching me from our kitchen window. I'm 13 and lighting a fire so I guess it made sense. The barrel by this time is rusted and the bottom is mostly hole. Sometimes you have to tend the fire a bit, it's snowed and that doesn't help. I have a special stick to stir the flames. This trash load includes the contents of the bathroom wastebasket.

Now, I'm not athletic. I'm the last kid picked for every gym class team ever formed. But as I stand there in the snow in Grandpa's hunting jacket, watching the trash burn, I discover a flaming Kotex pad, now ball of fire and fallen through the hole at the bottom, makes the perfect puck to my suddenly hockey stick. It's almost meditative, batting the burning pad around, all sparkled over with red embers and flame on the snowy ground.

When come in for dinner, flushed with cold and pride at doing my chore, I don't know what to say to Mom when, embarrassed and cross, she attempts to scold me for doing something she's too prudish to describe. "That burning paper you were playing with," is as close as she can get. The quickest way out of this unpleasant moment is to deny everything and go wash my hands for supper.

To stretch this cooling off moment just a little further, I weigh myself. 110 pounds. Standing on that very same scale today, dressed, I weigh 159, including the hemp Adidas. Jim and Ruth bought the scale with King Korn stamps, and there is probably a partially filled book of those somewhere in all my stuff, too.

next time on All My Stuff - The Other Williamses

[ailelie]

"Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke"

This is an epistolary short story/novella by Eric LaRocca and boy are opinions on GoodReads divided.

A flurry of 1 star reviews and comments on reviews suggest that the story is trauma porn with poorly developed characters and just gross.

The story does have viscerally disgusting moments, but I think a lot of the criticism isn't that earned.

From this point onward there will be spoilers and a story summary.

Also, all the content warnings--self-harm, abuse, vore, etc.

The story involves Agnes and Zoe in the year 2000. The year is actually important for the theme, but I'll get to that. Both women are part of an online queer community and Agnes posts to sell an antique apple peeler.

Zoe responds, but pushes to learn the full story (since Agnes expresses reluctance in her emails). Once she learns the apple peeler was her grandmothers and was the last thing and reason for conversation between her and her mother before Agnes came out as gay, Zoe refuses to buy it. Agnes is only selling to help with rent anyway.

Instead, Zoe asks if she can send Agnes rent money because everyone deserves a bit of help sometimes and queer people need to look out for each other.

This turns into a quick friendship with Agnes immediately being possessive of Zoe's attention and time. Then it turns into an online relationship. Zoe asks Agnes what she's done to deserve her eyes that week and explains her father used to ask that--what had she done to continue to enjoy that which she took for granted.

Zoe tells Agnes to do some things and Agnes does them, eventually getting fired (the firing may have come post TPE convo and agreement), but feeling free regardless.

Zoe explains that what she really wants in a relationship in a total power exchange. To her surprise, Agnes immediately volunteers. When Agnes mentions gratefulness, Zoe backs off and says 'no.' But then Agnes says she genuinely wants it.

Zoe sends her a contract and Agnes agrees to it. Zoe promises Agnes that she'll provide whatever Agnes wants. Agnes says she wants to have a baby. Zoe points out that isn't doable, but Agnes is adamant.

Zoe then tells Agnes to catch a salamander and carry it with her all day in her pocket. Then, in the evening, to bash it to death with a rock. Agnes balks, but does it. Then she cuts off contact with Zoe.

A month later, she reaches back out apologizing and promising to never waver again. Again she expresses her desire for a baby, this time, specifically with Zoe.

Zoe asks for time to think and returns suggesting that Agnes contract a tapeworm and suggests how (this involves eating maggot-filled meat and is what most people point to as disgusting).

Throughout the conversations, Zoe shares disturbing thoughts, such as digging her fingers into Agnes' flesh, consuming her, and killing her. Agnes is super into all of this.

Agnes contracts a tapeworm and is overjoyed. She calls it their son. She refuses to take medication. Zoe points out that eventually she'll pass the worm even without medication, but Agnes refuses to hear it. Zoe realizes that Agnes has compromised her physical health and could die, but is too enamored with "their child" to get help.

Zoe cuts off contact with an email that explains that they're making each other worse. Zoe wanted to break Agnes. She got pleasure from seeing how far she could push, but Agnes has scared her because Agnes doesn't have a breaking point.

(Rather, Agnes already reached and passed her breaking point with the salamander incident, but neither realized it at the time).

Zoe later says that she did love Agnes and could have continued doing so, but she can't love Agnes like this.

Agnes is angry. She does pass the tapeworm and compares it to a ribbon like her mother used to put in her hair all "shiny and bright." She tells Zoe (who she never met) that the worm has Zoe's eyes and smile.

Then she sends a final email with terrible implications. She is holding the tapeworm and her apple peeler and wonders if she deserves her eyes.

Of course, thanks to the intro to the story, we know that Agnes is dead and Zoe is implicated in her death.

People are saying this has no themes and poor character development.

Agnes starts as a young woman selling off family treasures to make rent. Important, though, in her first post about the apple peeler she talks about family as "a brotherhood and sisterhood afflicted with the same terminal disease." The apple peeler was her great-grandmother's who convinced her husband to buy it for her by injuring him with a sewing needle hidden in an apple.

Agnes, from the start, views family as a shared disease and love as manipulation. However, she has not acted on these beliefs yet. She is a 20something with a job she dislikes and an apartment she can ill afford. Normal. Her email and IM handle, by the way, is "agnes_in_wonderland." This is very fitting because her relationship with Zoe is going to send her through the looking glass. She returns home once (when she cuts off contact with Zoe), but then decides to live in the mad world of Wonderland instead.

Agnes also expresses a desire that the apple peeler be passed down to children and expresses regret that this is unlikely for her. From the beginning, children and legacy are important to her.

Zoe then, unintentionally (in my opinion), sets herself up as family to Agnes. First, she wires Agnes rent money. Then, she mentions family in email saying, "When you're gay, you have the privilege of choosing your family. [...] I, like you, have a responsibility to my fellow queer brothers and sisters to aid them with my blessings." Finally, during their first online chat, she asks Agnes to promise to keep the apple peeler. The apple peeler means family for Agnes and this seals Zoe as her new family.

Also, the conversation sets up the dynamic that will grow and be a problem between them. Zoe asks if Agnes will make her a promise and Agnes responds, "Anything." That's when Zoe asks her to keep the apple peeler.

The next morning, Agnes sends Zoe an email saying she's thinking about her all the time and says that Zoe makes her feel "more like [her]self."

Zoe's email back is polite and says she'll be online that night if Agnes wants to talk, but later than usual because she has plans. When they chat, Agnes is immediately jealous. Zoe explains that she and her girlfriend had just broken up. The girlfriend returned her keys, too.

This is important--Zoe is in pain and Zoe is going to inflict that pain on Agnes.

During the conversation Zoe mentions watching a program about ritualized "pretend death" in Thailand. This, like the year 2000, is important because it relates to the theme that Zoe carries, which is rebirth. 2000 is a new century and a new year. The pretend burial allows someone to die and be reborn. When Zoe tells Agnes to kill a salamander, she justifies herself by saying, "the salamander is a symbol of rebirth in many cultures--a sign of change, transformation, and growth."

Zoe wants to be reborn (Zoe wants to stop hurting). Zoe's handle, by the way, is crushedmarigolds. Marigolds symbolize happiness and joy, but hers are crushed. Also, marigolds, in some cultures, symbolize the connection between life and death.

The salamander moment does lead to rebirth--Agnes'. She does it and then cuts off contact with Zoe. In her email she talks about seeing a mother rabbit devour its newly born baby rabbit and being told that this was a good strategy on the mother's part because something was wrong with the baby and its corpse would attract predators.

Agnes' theme, throughout, is consumption. Before the TPE contract, she talks about the fear of being devoured and her trust that Zoe wouldn't do that. She talks about the mother rabbit devouring its young.

A month later, Agnes resumes contact with Zoe and (later in their reunion, during their first online chat) talks about abuse she'd experienced as a child--being forced into a closet holding an egg and then being forced to eat the egg, shell and all, raw if the egg was cracked. (Again, devouring). She tells Zoe that she chooses her because other people are worse and asserts that she and Zoe belong together.

At this point, Agnes is transformed (or broken). Her desires are all-consuming. She no longer has barriers. She would let Zoe kill her. She tells Zoe point-blank that "when [she] was little, [she] thought that if people hurt your, it meant they loved you."

Up to this point and beyond it, Zoe has maintained clear boundaries. They do not meet in person. She doesn't even seem to have sent Agnes a photo. Once they enter the TPE, she decides when and how they have contact. She shares her disturbing thoughts to push Agnes away, but when Agnes doesn't leave, she keeps upping the ante. She wants to break Agnes. She stops, though, when she realizes that Agnes has already broken and that Agnes no longer has guard rails. Zoe needs boundaries. Once she realizes Agnes has removed them, she runs. She doesn't know this yet.

Zoe shares a horrible dream that involves removing Agnes' ability speak, seeing her in horrible pain, fantasizing about killing her, actually killing her, and then taking her place, but with no one to kill her. And then tells Agnes she loves her.

And Agnes says she wants a baby. Zoe points out this is impossible and then notes that she'd basically felt pregnant that time she got a tapeworm overseas and that babies start out as parasites, so... she can't give Agnes a baby, but she does know a way Agnes can carry life inside of her: a tapeworm.

Agnes asks if it will hurt and Zoe responds "Change always hurts."

And so the disgusting scene of eating 'sun-cooked' meat filled with maggots.

Zoe is shocked. She'd thought Agnes would refuse. This is when Zoe starts to pull away, realizing that Agnes no longer has boundaries. When Agnes does get sick, Zoe sends her to the doctor and only says she's happy if Agnes is happy.

Also, Agnes would never refuse Zoe, but especially not on this. Remember, from the start Agnes has associated family with illness. Getting herself sick in order to hold life (Zoe's interp) or have a child (Agnes' interp) makes perfect sense to her now-twisted way of thinking based on that earlier belief.

Then they chat and Zoe points out that the tapeworm is going to pass, that this isn't permanent, but Agnes refers to it as their child and fantasizes about sleeping with Zoe with the worm coiled between them like a rope. That's when Zoe stops the relationship.

She writes:

"I'm ashamed to admit it, but you deserve someone who won't pretend to care for you while they are meanwhile banking on your misfortune. [...] For the first time I'm thinking of someone other than myself. It scares me. But letting something happen to you scares me more. [...] I can't take ownership of your destruction. I want this to stop."

And this is Zoe's moment of rebirth or refused rebirth. She has realized what she has done and is becoming and says "no." She refuses to become a monster and instead becomes someone who is no longer inflicting pain on someone else to deal with her own.

But Agnes already chose to transform. She threatens self-harm at one point, but doesn't carry through.

She passes the tapeworm. At first her language is clinical. Then she associates it with family. Then she refers to it as their child. Then she takes the apple peeler and tapeworm to the bathroom and contemplates her eyes.

We don't know what happens next. Does she destroy her eyes? Does she reconsume the tapeworm so that it (and Zoe) never leaves her? How does she die?

And people say there is no character growth, but we very clearly have one woman's descent into, I hate to use the term, madness and another woman's ascent from despair and cruelty. We have three clear themes carried across as well: rebirth, family/love as pain or disease, and devouring/consumption as an act of love.

It is short. The ending could use a few more details. But it holds together very well, imo.

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The Old Salem Post

Our  Local Tamassee-Salem SC Area News each Monday except holidays                                          Contact: theoldsalempost@gmail.com                              Distributed to local businesses, town hall, library.                                              Volume 7 Issue 23                                                                                                  Week of June 12, 2023                https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/oldsalempost-blog                                                         Lynne Martin Publishing

EDITOR:  We just returned from the SC coast.  I don’t like crowds, so I am glad to be home.  While there, I scouted out our next stay, looking for the quaint, noncommercial places.  My favorite was a sweet area with signs in yards that ring my same sentiments.   I will protect the name of the town and insert our own area:   “Don’t change Upstate SC. Let Upstate SC change you.”  Special places need to stay that way where you go to put your feet on the earth, your hands in the water and your face toward the sun.  You go to hike through shaded forests and experience magnificent views of mountains, sunrises and sunsets.  You go to find well-deserved respite and peace.  We need to protect our corner of heaven.  We need to put out the “no vacancy” sign when we are full.  We do not need development to overcrowd and ruin our Upstate SC.  We have what everyone else is running away from, and if each one of us does not help protect our way of life we will lose it.  We need a sign that says “Welcome to a piece of heaven and it is not for development and destruction.” Then, thank the Lord and a farmer.  LRM  

Town of SALEM:  Next Town Council meeting June 20, 5pm at the Town Hall.  Plan on our July 4th Celebration.  Starts at 8pm.  Fireworks & Music.  Located on the Ball Field.

SALEM LIBRARY: Open Mondays 10am-6pm. Tues-Friday 9am-5pm                    

Jottings from Jeannie  That Oconee County Spirit- Pass it On!  Except for that one frilly, pink display table, it was the most ordinary of Garage Sales.   Pink roses and pretty ribbons drew my gaze to the table in question.  It contained tiny baby clothes freshly washed, without a single stain or wrinkle. This presented a mystery.  Why go to all the trouble of unwrapping and washing new items, just to sell them? Then, one shopper solved the mystery and told others what had happened-- which is just not supposed to happen in 2023-- that a beautiful, full-term baby died during the birth process.  That's unheard of in modern times. And now, this bounty of baby shower presents needed to be sold so that the little mama would NOT have to pack them up again.  Well, here comes the Oconee County Spirit: Every woman who came to that sale bought a couple of items, and as each  woman left, she told an arriving shopper about the tragedy of the pretty, pink table.  By the time I left, the entire pretty, pink table held no more reminders of the dear little angel gone too soon.  The empty pretty, pink table now was filled with  memories of neighbors and strangers silently leaving their love. You sons & daughters of Salem!    Open your eyes to what is going on around you! Reach out in love to our neighbors!  Miz Jeannie Loves YOU!!!

JOCASSEE VALLEY BREWING COMPANY,(JVBC) & COFFEE SHOP 13412 N Hwy 11 Open  Wed–Sat-Sat 8am-9pm.  Sun: 2pm-7pm  Events this week: Thurs:  Palmetto Trail Talk at 6pm. Food:  Mac Attack  5pm.   Fri– Food: PACHUY TACOS Music:  SPARE PARTS at 6:30pm.  Sat–Food: LOBSTER DOGS Music: ANDY FERRELL at 6:30pm.  Sun 2pm-7pm      Coffee shop features Pisgah Coffee Roasters and Dough-Dough pastries.                                                            

                                    CONSERVATION CORNER        

A recent article from Ashton Recalls  explained from even in the early 1900s residents were concerned with conservation of resources, something rarely discussed today in light of developers realizing the value of our resources. No one wants to discuss the possibility of limited water use and the direct proportion to population.  Water is not an infinite resource.    This quote of the week is from that article regarding use of a community well when one individual wanted to use an electric pump:  “unequal consumption would result in unfair advantages and would eventually  leave the well dry.”

 HEALTH CORNER    - When you have your grandchildren this summer have fun teaching how to make homemade ice cream or  delicious homemade fruit and yogurt smoothies. Yum. You will be teaching skills for a lifetime.  If you cannot make homemade.  Take them down to Pat’s Cash and Carry for a delicious ice-cream cone! T-Sat 11am-4pm                                                                                                                                            

DAR STUDENT FROM 1942-46 RECALLS EXPERIENCES - - (Twelfth Installment of Pauline Kelley Cannon's memoir). . .Mr. Dupree and the Boy Scouts bought an old Model-T Ford and made a truck out of it. They were going on a camping trip somewhere over in Georgia, but before they started out they killed a goat, dressed and cooked it, and ate it. They said it tasted real good. . .They had some problems on the way but were able to fix them with hay bailing wire. When they got there--or almost there--they had to camp out in a cemetery. I don't think they slept very much that night. . .While they were gone Miss Murock decided to take the Girl Scouts on a hike to Chatham's store, and then we would climb Tamasse Knob. That was a real steep mountain and we would have to pull ourselves up by holding onto some small trees and bushes. We were exhausted when we got back to school, but we still had to do our jobs. . .ONE DAY AS WE WERE SITTING on the porch Mr. Lawrence Grant walked by and said to us, "Girls, did I ever tell you the story about Simon?" We said no, and he said, "Simon sold his wife for a duck egg, but the duck egg was rotten so he sold it for cotton. The cotton was yellow so he sold it for tallow. The tallow stunk so he sold it for spunk. The spunk wouldn't burn so he sold it for a churn. The churn had a crack so he sold it for a sack. The sack was tore so he sold it for a boar. The boar was wild so he sold it for a child. The child was cross so he sold it for a 'hoss. The 'hoss wouldn't run so he sold it for a gun. The gun wouldn't shoot so he sold it for a boot. The boot wore out and left him to pout!". . .Sometimes Mr. Grant would also dance a little jig for us.--TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK

EAGLES NEST ART CENTER , 501c3, 4 Eagle Lane, Salem 

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TREASURE STORE at ENAC– will be open this Saturday morning 9am-12noon and again at 6pm when the doors open for the Bluegrass Gospel show.   If you have donations please call 864-280-1258.                                                  Bluegrass Gospel : June 17, 2023, 7pm-9pm.       Celebrating our culture and our roots.    Some of the best music is still being played on our own back porches.  Come out and hear the unique sounds created right here in the hills and foothills of the Carolinas.  Hear the tunes of Chatuga Ridge, made up of Mark and Jodie Vissage of Mountain Rest, and SC State  Banjo champion and singer, John Oliver and more. We will reschedule the Garza Duo to another time.  Doors open at 6pm . The show will start at 7pm with general seating. Treasure Store and concessions of homemade goodies and coffee.  Tickets $10 at the door.                                                                                                                OCONEE MOUNTAIN OPRY:  July 15, 2023 at 7pm-9pm we will hold our 4th Oconee Mountain Opry featuring Spaulding McIntosh, Amelia Hawke, and The Waterkickers.  Tickets are $10 at the door, the day of the event. or online.

                                              CHURCH NEWS                                              Salem Methodist Church:  The United Methodist Annual Church Conference was held in Columbia, SC last week.  Salem UMC was 1 of the 113 churches across the state to disaffiliate with the United Methodist Church. Leadership within the United Methodist Church is not following the established Book of Discipline causing churches to break away.  The Salem church will return to the name Salem Methodist Church as it was when it began over 100 years ago. As always everyone is welcome to worship with us.                                                                Salem Seventh-Day Adventist Church Vacation Bible School Sunday July 16 from 1-4pm. Theme: The Creator Is My Friend/What Do You Feel? Featuring “The Critter Keeper.” Ages 4-14 years. Children under 4 years must be accompanied by an adult. Come dressed for water play and bring a towel.                                                                                                                                            Happy Birthday Donna!! LRM                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

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DBZ Ultimate Timeline Suggestions

Hi! I just watched MasakoX’s The Alternate (& Ultimate?) Dragon Ball Z Canon video. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9G6Nb3CJS3o&t=1117s  And I remember thinking similar things like this back in the day before Super was a thing and even more so after supplemental materials such as Dragon Ball games, Heroes, spinoffs, etc intrigued me more than the cannon story for one reason or another. So this really got my thoughts going. 

So I made a list of suggestions for the team if they ever decided to make this into an multi-part series that smoothly transitions into one another. 

Start with OG Dragon Ball Movies

The first Dragon Ball movies also repackaged the main series like Z did and they already linked together pretty well and I always wanted to see this version of Dragon Ball continuity continue in some fashion and this would be a great opportunity for that, there is just a grey area to bridge the gap from classic to Z. This is untapped potential. So it is unnecessary to start with Z Movies. You can begin with the early movies. Movies 1-3 already work well enough, but they are missing the Red Rebbon Army and Chichi so Movie 1 could be substituted for movie 4 the Path to Power where the Red Ribbon Army is the main threat and acts as an introduction, then you can have 2, and 3 pick up from there. On the Upside we get a cooler intro to the cast, an obscure location of Chiaotzu's kingdom that can act as an interesting main base for the cast, and Tien is no longer a nomad living in solitude and could be a more active/regular character. Maybe even Tien/Launch get to have a Daughter. But the downside is that we never got a movie recapping the Piccolo Sagas, so Piccolo like Vegeta is also at risk of becoming Non-Cannon by your rules. That goes for Chichi to, but all you have to do is have the group enter the real World Martial Arts Tournament as teens and mix in a revenge plot basically make up an original story that would finish what those 3 movies started that recaps Piccolo’s Sagas. I understand why this might be a deal breaker.

Expansion past the Z movies

If you don’t want to adapt cannon movies; you can always expand on the Ultimate timeline with Supplemental material like from Dragon Ball Heroes and games. Exploring Demon characters, Hearts' crew, Xeno counterparts, Yamcha's Glass Clan tsundere girlfriend 

If done, I recommend using the Heroes manga for reference over the anime because it feels like they at least put more effort into it even if it’s rushed

Maybe include Shallot and Giblet from Dragon Ball Legends. The descendants of the SSG might be interesting if paired with Cumber's character. If you do adapt the Super Heroes manga; cannon characters like Frieza and Cell would need replacements after all, but there is no shortage in that department. 

If you choose to continue into Super's timeline you could avoid the anime's events and go with the Manga cannon to be different from your usual What Ifs or you could focus strictly on the Super movies. 

You can also bring in Ova Specials such as Yo Son Goku and His Friends Return (2008), either version of Plan to Eradicate the Saiyans. This would be a good means to introduce Tuffle related characters beyond Hatchiyack such as Baby and other Machine Mutants. Or Kamen and Oren who resemble him. This could even be a means to differentiate the Xeno characters from the Ultimate Timeline, to having a GT like timeline where some threats are substituted/ added or subtracted off. 

Mixing the characters and arcs together 

With ALL of these scientists and various mechanical opponents that have various opportunities to be upgraded could bleed into each other's stories more.

 -Androids 13, 14, and 15 gaining regenerative abilities from the Big Gete Star's remains. So they could be even more like Cell. Also, lean into the Dub talk of free will being overrated for 13's character. If Super 13 managed to kill Goku like Cell, he would lose his purpose, and then you could develop his character more from there. Heck, when Future Trunks encounters 13, a cool moment would be Trunks having the perfect counter to his ideological questions. Maybe even forming an ally, after all his Father Turles was always good at making former enemies into allies. 

-World's Strongest tournament is a Golden opportunity to introduce Hercule into the story early on. His status as the most recent World Martial Arts Champion allows him to skip the preliminaries much like Roshi and these 2 could be paired up for most of the arc with some back and forth, maybe Bulma throws in a few verbal jabs as well. This also could present Dr-Wheelo a backer in the form of Hercule's enemy Jaguar which could tie Dr Wheelo directly into Bio Broly. 

 Dr. Wheelo could make a come back in his Heroes upgraded humanoid form after forming an alliance with Jaguar. Being the lead scientist to the Bio-Broly. He's already got the Bio-Men and as long as they see eye to eye, Jaguar wouldn't mind funding Wheelo's research into him gaining the Ultimate Body. Since the Z-Warriors are celebrities or at least some members are more well known than others. Dr W might have stronger Bio-Men based off of our Heroes, but after seeing Broly's rampage. He recognizes Broly as the Strongest specimen that he has longed for. Hence motivation for Bio-Broly to be the vessel for his mind to inhabit, but some meddling kids ruined his life's work and it ended in a horror movie level of failure. 

 -Android 21, Dr. Lychee, Janemba, even GT all were stories where previous villains return from the dead in mass. So to avoid repeat, you could mix and cherry pick these stories together for an extended arc with multiples twists and turns to keep the Heroes and Audience on their toes. 

The Heroes are fighting off the invasion of past adversaries when suddenly, 21's inhibiting waves shuts down both the invading forces and our Heroes at once. The upside is that Earth is safe, but the downside is that it forces her to recklessly speed up her plans forward becoming the wild card that is hunting both heroes and villains alike while they finish their feuds, but in a similar manner as FighterZ where everyone is capped around the same level.

Metal Cooler

Save Super SSJ + Spirit Bomb for another occasion like as a means in finishing off Metal Cooler since the original ending of over powering the Big Gete Star didn’t make since by the movie’s own logic, but channeling in pure energy from life sources all over and pumping it into the planet at break neck pace when it’s attempting to suck Goku dry would fit. Heck, maybe Turles could even suggest it, after his years of bleeding planets dry and experiencing a Spirit Bomb to the face.

Broly

I am unsure if Broly killing Goku is the right move thematically, but if it’s centered around everyone pushing beyond SSJ, and Broly being a relic of the past trying to make everyone accept being forever under his boot only for Gohan to truly transcend him in the end. It could work, especially with Goku passing on the torch to the future. I am just not fully sold on Broly being the guy to kill Goku, because Cell was the culmination of everything that came before him. Then again, Broly could represent the sheer savagery aspect of the Saiyan race both Goku and Gohan reject that Broly personifies. So it almost feels like fate in a way like Goku paved the path for Gohan to run the race he couldn’t do himself.

Bojack Unbound

Turles and Bojack are both Space Pirates. Have some fun with that. Heck, as much more of a smooth talker Turles can be than Vegeta, he could appeal to Bojack's sense of Adventure or offer him some thrills only Earth or another place in outer space he can provide as a tour guide. Turles might even be able to plant some seeds of rebellion into Bojack's crew and to form allies. 

Could be an opportunity to flesh out Kogu’s character. Since he is the only other Heran outside of Bojack to transform, I assume he is the 2nd strongest and as hedonistic and arrogant as he was, it wouldn’t be surprising if he started/ attempted a mutiny, maybe backed by Zangya who wanted out after being betrayed. Heck, maybe they both survive, but Kogu’s character can develop  after being influenced by Turles in some form or fashion. 

If Zangya is getting a redemption then have her gain her own Mountain Dew transformation like Bojack but have it take place as a means of character development, like she is rebelling or making a last stand. Zangya could also transform for Krillin's sake to in a later story. 

Fusion Reborn

Since Janemba is literally pure evil muck personified onto a teenage oni. When he absorbs a pure soul such as Gohan, that could actually taint his purity and give him some character traits making him less feral. We could actually work in that Shin Budokai Mob Boss Janemba persona hinted at. Or at least have unstoppable Rebellious Teen in place of 17 and 18. 

Heck maybe we could have Janemba go through some phases. Starting out like an unstoppable innocent Baby form, the Oni Teen gains some clarity after absorbing some pure souls, but still goes on a power trip like 17 and 18. Afterwards, toward the endgame Janemba's character makes another change due to a survival mode where the essence of the most recent Evil Soul's energy, specifically that of a Kingpin influences him making him more and more ruthless, sadistic, and calculating as time goes on. Truly acting like a Mob Boss. We could even use Black Janemba from Heroes as the last transformation. Or we could keep the 2 forms exclusively, just having the mindshift in the 2nd form.

Implementing GT

You could implement some GT characters/arcs into the Ultimate timeline like Tuffles replacing Cerulians as the anti-Saiyans. Or create a connection between the 2 races. 

Oren and Karmin exist as perfect substitute twins for 17/18 and Baby.

If you continue with Super Heroes manga then there are the Xeno counterparts that sort of represent GT to take into consideration. So you could have Ultimate timeline have one race and Xeno timeline have the other. Along with other odds and ends to flesh them both out.

Playing it fast and loose

This is the perfect breeding ground for rebooting 2-Dimensional movie villains if you want to. So feel free to take some liberties like have the group heading off to Planet Slug in hopes of a Namekian made some Dragon Balls as a Namek Saga substitute. Planet Slug is an ice planet and full of Demons as well. -Since Slug is pure evil and is basically King Piccolo, he could have had a split at some like him and a pure good counterpart like Kami could exist out there, heck, maybe that could even have reincarnated and have an inversed Piccolo Jr. as a potential character/ Dragon Ball maker. The Dragon might be inert or maybe this Namekian is imprisoned, but has hidden the last Dragon Ball away, maybe he is in hiding, biding his time to purify this Evil Planet as it's Guardian. 

Turles and Gohan

Maybe Gohan is partly why Turles heads to Earth, he is always on the scout for talent and a Saiyan child would be just another reason to visit Earth, especially since his Father is now dead and the boy is in need of Saiyan guidance. This being a more naive Gohan without his Father, without a tested bond with Mr Piccolo, and with no knowledge of his Saiyan heritage. Turles could potentially persuade Gohan into taking a shortcut to power and eating the Fruit of the Tree of Might. Like his Ancestors before would use others as stepping stones to their paths of power. So at least tempting him first before Goku can arrive can act as a test for what Gohan has already learned from his time with Goku and Piccolo. Then after rejecting that power and later Gohan's true untapped potential being the key to stopping Turles in Vegeta fashion would be a little more poetic because while he did embrace his Saiyan nature like Turles initially wanted, he also embraced his Earthling nature and protected everyone. This could change the nature of their relationship moving forward. (ps I like the idea that Piccolo doesn't officially start taking Gohan under his wing as his student until after Turles men are killed. Before he was just giving pointers, toughening Gohan up, planting seeds into his head that Chichi/Goku might not agree with, but most importantly Piccolo would be dabbling with/experimenting with Gohan's potential that he displayed against Garlic Jr. So the over all product is about the same, just out of order) 

Future Timeline

Androids 14 and 15 as characterized by the Dub likely would have a Gangsta Paradise style post apocalyptical world. So Future Trunks might've needed to adapt to that style of living in order to survive. It's interesting imagining how they would aimlessly destroy the Earth in a different manner than 17 and 18.

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Telling JJK men you are pregnant

Characters included: Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Yuta, Toge, Itadori, Megumi

Warnings: none

A/N: kinda obsessed with the dad head canons I’ve been reading as well as how jjk men would react to finding out you have a kid from a previous relationship — so I wanted to do my own take on the JJK men finding out they’ll be dads :D

Gojo Satoru

“Satoru.” You stepped into your shared living room, clutching something tightly in one hand, something he couldn’t see. “Hmm?” Blue eyes peaked up at you over circular black lenses. “I…well… I gotta tell ya something.” His phone clicked off, legs folding as he put his full attention on you. “Did you find another lover?” He cooed softly, watching as you rolled your eyes. “No, Satoru I…” he cut you off again. “Did you cheat on me?” You scoffed, flipping him the finger. “Would you just let me say it, you ass!” He laughed softly, relieved to know that it wasn’t anything bad. “Go ahead Angel, I’m sorry.” You huffed, any anxiety you had about telling him was gone now. “I’m pregnant.” You held the test out, face maintaining a neutral expression as you waited for Satoru to react. “Oh… wow. How are you feeling?” He took the test, eyes roaming over the two dark lines. “I… well… how I’m feeling will be determined once I know how you feel.” You couldn’t tell if you were happy or sad, anxious definitely but you still were in a bit of shock. “Y/n… if you’re happy, if you wanna keep the baby, I’ll happily support and love the both of you.” He could see some tension leave your shoulders as you took a few steps towards him. “Really?” It was soft, as if after all these years you still couldn’t believe you had managed to get him all for yourself. “Yes, really.” You smiled as you fell into his lap, strong arms coming to wrap around you. “You’re gonna be a cute mom.” He laughed as you slapped his shoulder. “You’ll be a cute dad, it works.”

Nanami Kento

You held in a sob as the test revealed two lines. You and Nanami had been trying for a few months now to start a family, something that took equally as long to discuss if you were ready to try for kids. “Oh my…” you trailed off a smile pulling at your face as you excitedly began bouncing around your shared bathroom. Nanami was at work, wouldn’t be home till later, meaning you had the whole day to plan the perfect surprise. You would keep it simple and straight to the point, knowing full and well your husband wasn’t the biggest fan of extravagant surprises. You chose take out from his favorite restaurant, picking up a small box and some ribbon on the way to wrap the positive test. By the time Nanami had returned home, he was greeted with a cozy looking setup at the dining table. “Special occasion?” He murmured softly as you greeted him, arms wrapping around his mid-section. “Perhaps.” You pulled away, guiding him over to the table where the small box sat next to his plate. “Open it.” You watched as he grabbed the box, bouncing back on your heels as you watched. The string came undone, the lid popping off a moment later. Nanami’s face contorted into one of shock when he saw what was inside. “You’re going to be a papa.” You whispered softly, as if he was made of glass and would shatter at any loud noise. “Are you serious?” It startled you to see his eyes turn glossy. “Yes… I took the test this morning after you left for work.” He set the test down, hands coming up to rub his eyes before motioning you to come closer. “I love you, so much.”

Geto Suguru

It was early morning, Suguru was rustling around the kitchen making breakfast while you tried to get Nanako and Mimiko out of bed. All the while, you had a pregnancy test developing on your bathroom counter. You figured waking up the two young girls would be an easier task than waiting in anticipation for a particular answer. “C’mon girls… breakfast is almost ready. Dad’s making your favorite.” This seemed to wake them up a little quicker, as they realized pancakes would be waiting for them. “Suguru! You got two little gremlins coming your way.” You laughed as the ran past you, giggling as they tried to scare their father down the hall. You made a detour into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you with a soft click as you mentally prepared yourself to turn over the now developed test. A couple deep breaths later, you flipped the test and dropped it back on the counter when two lines stared back at you. A hand slapped over your mouth, trying to conceal your grin as you walked out of the bathroom with the test now in hand. “Good morning, beautiful.” Suguru smiled, both small girls were sitting at the table eating what he had put before them. “Good morning, handsome.” You always laugh at the way his nose scrunched. “Do you want coffee?” You smiled, shaking your head. “Won’t be having coffee for quite some time…” you watched his head tilted, brows furrowing together. “Why’s that?” Soft and sweet, a conversation just barely audible to the two girls. “Well you see…” you placed the test on the counter, sliding it towards him with a grin. “No way…” his coffee mug was set on the counter as he picked up the test. “Are you for real? You’re not joking?” You nodded, the same eager grin you tried to conceal before walking out now spreading from cheek to cheek on his face.

Okkotsu Yuta

It was quiet in your shared apartment, Yuta was fast asleep in your shared bed after a long night of fighting curses. You wish you could be snuggled up in bed with him, instead you were sitting on the bathroom floor, brushing your teeth after throwing up for the third time. “This is the only possible reason.” You mumbled, a pregnancy test was developing on your counter as you got up to rinse. You’d been feeling what you imagined to be ‘morning sickness’ for the fourth time that week. Your life had been so hectic that you came off birth control by mistake, you never used protection either. A child wouldn’t be unwelcome, you and Yuta always talked about having a family. You were just worried about how he’d react to having a child now if the test was to come back positive. You spit, reaching for a napkin to wipe your mouth as you set your toothbrush back in its holder. You assumed at least five minutes had to have passed by now, even if the test wasn’t fully developed, a second line as a second line. You turned it over without hesitation, eyes widening despite suspecting the answer it showed you. “Huh… would you look at that.” You jumped, head turning to see Yuta standing in the bathroom doorway. “Did I wake you?” As if you weren’t holding a positive test. “I heard you throwing up, it got quiet and I gave you some time but you never came back to bed. Wanted to see if you were okay…. Though I see you discovered something quite large.” There was a sleepy grin on his face as he made his way over to you. “We’re gonna be parents?” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and resting his chin on it. “We are.” You held the test out for him to see better, a smile creeping up your face to match his own.

Inumaki Toge

You had the test in your hoodie’s pocket, legs pulled to your chest while you watched a movie. Toge would be home any moment now, once you gauged how tired he was, you’d share the news. The thing is, you’d known you were pregnant for about a week now. You wanted to be absolutely positive, so each day you took a test to see the lines get darker, not lighter. The door to your apartment unlocked, Toge walking through with a smile on his face and flowers in hand. “Toge! For me?” You laughed, jumping off the couch to meet him at the door. “Salmon!” You took them from his hands, admiring them with a smile. “Well you see… I have a surprise for you too.” You watched his head turn, hands coming up to sign to you. “A surprise for me?” You nodded, making your way to the kitchen. “I really think you’ll like it.” You teased, reaching for the empty vase you always put the flowers he gifted you in. Once the flowers were set, you turned to face him. “Close your eyes.” He did as you asked. “Open your hands.” Again, he followed your instructions. You reached in your pocket, pulling the positive test out and placing it in his hands. “Open.” You watched him blink, eyes focusing on the item in his hands. “Tsuna?!” His mouth fell open, eyes going from the test to you and back again. “Yes I’m serious!” You laughed, dancing around the small kitchen as he began to laugh with you. “I can’t believe it! How long have you known?” You took a step towards him, arms opening to hug him. “I’ve known for about a week. I just wanted to be sure.” He kissed the top of your head, mumbling a soft “Sujiko” as you began to laugh again.

Itadori Yuji

You blinked down at the three tests on your counter, eyes welling with tears. “How?” You muttered, picking up each test to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you. You loved Yuji, to bits and pieces with all the baggage in tow, but having a child with him? To know that one day you’d inevitably be a single parent? Your heart was in your stomach, tears slipping down your cheeks in fat globs. “What am I going to do?” You whined, wiping your tears away even though they kept falling. “Y/n?” A soft knock, a voice you really didn’t want to hear just yet. “I’ll be out in a minute, Yu.” You didn’t hear him walk away, instead he got really quiet before he whispering. “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” You froze, not understanding how he would have already known. Maybe Sukuna? But then how would he have known? “I-I saw the pregnancy tests in your bag.” He spoke as if he was a child admitting to breaking a vase. The door unlocked a second later as you allowed him in, tears still in your eyes as he made his way to the counter. “I’m sorry… y/n this is my fault.” He turned to you, opening his arms for you to hug him. “It’s my fault to… Yuji what do we do?” You were getting tears on his hoodie, listening to his heart thump wildly as he tried to ease your nerves. “We can do whatever you want. If you wanna have the baby… we can have the baby. If you don’t want to, we’ll take care of it and keep it between the two of us. You don’t have to decide this very second either.” You sniffled, eyes squeezing shut as you tried to make sense of your storm of emotions. You didn’t know what you wanted, the biggest weight on your shoulders being that Yuji would likely not be with you in five years. The baby would grow up without their father, how were you supposed to make that choice?

Fushiguro Megumi

You and Megumi stood side by side in the bathroom, watching the digital test blink over and over for what felt like an eternity. “You should have taken the normal test.” He stepped away, going to walk around the small bathroom space. “You’re the one that said I should do the digital!” You jumped as the second bubble filled, one left until you’d know the results. “I didn’t think it would take fucking ages!” He whirled around, hands running through his hair as he began to laugh. “This is so stupid, by the time this one loads we could have gone to the store and gotten a normal one.” You began to laugh with him, nerves making you a little more jittery. If this test was positive, it wouldn’t necessarily be a shock. You and Megumi didn’t take any precautions to prevent pregnancy, if it happened it happened. “It’s almost there!” You yelped as the the third bubble filled in, blinking rapidly as if it was about to display the results. You both fell silent, returning to your posts side by side at the bathroom counter. With seconds left you muttered, “What do you want it to be?” Megumi was quiet for a second, audibly gulping before speaking “I wouldn’t mind if it was positive.” As if the universe heard him, the digital test loaded with “pregnant” written in big letters. A harsh gasp emitted from both of you, heads turning to look at one another. You were both frozen, laugher bubbling in your chest as Megumi looked at you like he’s the one that caused the test to be positive. Technically… he was. “Sooo, you wanna be called papa or daddy?” His head fell, lifting a moment later with a smile that matched yours. “I think I’ll take dada.”

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[iznsfw]

The Flower Never Withers

BLACKPINK's Park Chaeyoung (Rosé) x Male Reader Smut

I'M BACK BITCHES!! I told you guys I'd be back. Hell, with the Ssamkkura news and Esper, how could I not make a return?

But for now I'll just put out this Rosé quickie. She's been on my mind too much lately. Enjoy!

You immediately recognize who she is when the scent of lavenders invades your nostrils. Although she is named after a different flower, the color of the flowing dress and its powdery smell all point to the purple wisps.

She settles beside you in the backseat and closes the door. And from there on, the limousine takes a detour so you could enjoy her more tonight—or maybe it doesn't; maybe it is still taking the right route to the concert. Either way you couldn't tell; Chaeyoung's lips are intoxicating you too much, while her rocking hips take another ride besides the vehicle: on your thigh.

You could feel her slim legs and arms wrap around you like a ribbon does to a birhday gift. You relish the warmness her body makes your own feel, kissing her back with probably even more excitement. While closing the door of the limousine shows you a different side of Park Chaeyoung, setting back her blonde hair from her shoulders show you something almost as good: her pale delicious neck.

You almost feel like a vampire when you sink your teeth into it, licking the sweet skin that she loves to give everyone a glimpse of. And although you'd hate to admit it to her, with the way the dress hugs her figure and shows her milky arms and legs, you actually do like a good show.

So you take the opportunity to show yourself more of her. You slightly pull down the top of the dress so that you could capture those pretty breasts for your own. Swirl your curious tongue around one nipple and she lets out the first gutteral cry of the night, a sign that what you are doing is one of the things that succeeds in getting her there. Chaeyoung tugs your head closer while her head throws back, eyes closed and her fingers pulling at the blunt strands on your scalp. Her wetness begins to make a mess on the leg of your pants, but you don't mind at all; you even flex your thigh further, aiming your knee for her clitoris to keep her stimulated.

"Hmm, daddy."

She purrs these words as you steadily rub the core of your knee on her sensitive nub. Grateful for the ministration, she makes her own by raising her hips and settling back down onto your leg needily, all while her fingers trail down from the back of your head to your broad shoulders.

Then Chaeyoung looks you straight in the eyes in a way that almost intimidates you if she weren't pleading. "Please," she says, "I need it."

She squirms herself onto the mast struggling beneath the fabric of your pants. She whimpers quietly as the wetness in her core increases and drips down onto your lap, indifferent to the fact that more heat is beginning to develop in your core because of the sheer friction her pussy causes.

Her whines and begging only rile you up further to give it to her. Unable to hold back anymore, you pull her closer and start viciously attacking her lips. The taste of her lips is lovely enough, but even a sponsored expensive lipbalm could never come close to how delicious Chaeyoung's mouth is. You love how you could feel her moans vibrate against your lips and her tongue curl around yours, but you take a break from that to press kisses to her jaw and neck.

You nibble softly at her jaw. One of your hands rests behind her neck while the other caresses her squirming thighs. While you watch her sigh and moan, you lick the back of her ear and whisper to her: "You know, Chaeyoungie, I've always loved this perfume."

"That's why I wore it today, daddy," she answers cheekily. God, that accent of hers never fails to turn you on.

"Well, I like it, baby. But what you shouldn't be wearing right now is this dress of yours."

Corny, you know, but it doesn't sound like that at all to Chaeyoung's ears. She giggles even, giving you a kiss before caressing your cheeks with her thumbs.

"You know I can't, daddy," she tells you patiently, closing her eyes as you begin to caress her collarbone and neck with your lips in hopes of convincing her otherwise. "You know that… hangh, I have a concert to do. And it took a long time putting on this dress."

"Hm, fine."

"It's alright, daddy, I'll make it up to you after the concert, okay? But for now…" She pulls up the lavender dress and winks at you. "The dress stays on."

"And I stay in."

You surprise her with a quick thrust of your dick inside her. With all the talking she has done, she gave no mind to you springing out your rod and giving it a few quick pumps to prepare yourself for her. So now after a high-pitched gasp of surprise, she buries her face in your neck, squealing in its crook while her contracting walls fail to properly adjust to your length and size.

Rosé is still as tight as ever. Her sultry moans may be hot, but they don't distract you from how slick and tight she is. Her walls squeeze you tightly, the velvety feeling massaging your cock while you slip it in and out of her.

"Hangh! Oh my god!" Chaeyoung cries out as your rod penetrates her continuously. While there is pain because of the way you stretch her out, she can't deny the heavenly feeling of your mushroom head rubbing at her sensitive spots. Each stimulation of one of them guarantees a rush of juices, making it easier to thrust into her.

Is it inappropriate to fuck your fiancé before her concert? Yes. Oh, and while in the presence of the poor driver who probably wants nothing to do with this? Definitely! But you can tell that it's the boldness, the danger that makes this so arousing for her.

You can see it in the way her eyes constantly dart to the driver, as if wanting to know his reactions; the increasing volume of her pretty moans, the hardened force of her bounces on your erection so that the obscene sounds of coitus can be heard more clearly.

Park Chaeyoung loves a good risk, and you are about to aid her in this particular one.

Grinding into her delicious wetness, you raise your hips to meet her steady bounces. Her cunt tenses but her mouth parts to let out a well-needed scream. It continues—a string of curses and cries riddled with a moderate Australian accent—till you partially silence it with your lips pressing against hers.

It's all tongue and scream and teeth. Your hands curl through Chaeyoung's blonde strands while your teeth gently bite down on her lower lip. Meanwhile the bounces of your thigh assist her in her own riding. With it, your cock is able to slide into her tight hole from tip to base, filling her up completely.

"Almost there, almost there!" she cries out loudly. Chaeyoung slams herself down on your lap, urgently grinding herself onto you and clenching as hard as she can. "A-Almost there, daddy, please!"

Your mind is too dazed by sex and lust to wonder if she is talking about the nearing location of the concert venue or her own orgasm. But what it registers is that, either way, you have to go faster.

Eyes fixated on Chaeyoung's face slowly being overcome by pleasure, you pound her even faster till it becomes difficult to do so because of how hard she is clenching around you. Even so, you push and pull out furiously, the two of you becoming two sinners in the night, whose selfish, dirty minds are set only on reaching your highs.

The air-conditioner does a poor job of cooling the heat that envelops the two of you. Another coat of slick covers your dick, and soon all you could sense is the loud sounds of Chaeyoung's shrill cries, the subtle bounce of her boobs from behind her dress, and the dizzying smell of her perfume.

Lavenders and roses are always a good combination.

There's a certain thing in the way Chaeyoung cums that has you hooked even as your own climax hits you. Is it the look on her face—wide eyes, parted lips letting out screams? Hm, maybe, but not quite! Or is it how her pussy becomes the tightest you have ever felt it hug around you as she milks you of semen, urging you to paint her walls white as a secret not even her concert-going fans could know?

Perhaps.

Either way, you diligently fuck the wetness dripping out of Park Chaeyoung's cunt back inside her. She whines a little, the waves of her orgasm still crashing onto her. But what also adds to those waves is a creamy white color as the vice-like grip of her pussy around your member forces you to spray yourself inside her.

The flower shivers in the night, covered by both the showers of rain and snow. But she never withers, not once—and her sweet smell will linger in your mind forevermore.

That is why you love her, after all.

The car comes to a pause beside the sidewalk of the venue. Outside, flashing cameras and adoring fans wait almost impatiently to see their idol, hoping to catch a glimpse of the rose in lavender.

It is a good thing the limousine windows are covered by a curtain; if they had not been, Chaeyoung's fans would probably have been horrified at the sight of her post-orgasmic state, all while seated on the lap of a mysterious lover.

But they don't get to see that; only you do.

Chaeyoung makes a heavy sigh. The sound from her is caused both by nervousness and the pleasurable feeling of your flaccid cock still tucked inside her, but the former seems to be the overbearing reason.

The driver turns to you and Chaeyoung. Although the neutrality of his face makes him seem unfazed by what has just violated his poor ears and eyes, the redness in his pale ears gives it all away.

You chuckle a little; you've got to give it to him for keeping himself focused on the road and not on the moaning lady reflected in the rearview mirror.

His unfazed demeanor doesn't fade even when he glances at Chaeyoung. You expected him to break character upon speaking with the Park Chaeyoung, Golden Voice of Korean and global popstar. But seeing that he did not, you begin to have some sort of respect for him now.

He bows his head slightly to Chaeyoung, before politely inquiring her, "Ready to go, Ms. Park?"

Chaeyoung turns to you with slightly turned-down pink lips and scrunched eyebrows, showing you the answer to the question instead to the driver, the one who made it. And in her face you can see every question running in her mind: "Can I do this?"; "What if they notice something wrong?"; "What if I do something wrong?".

And with a stroke of her hair and a soft smile, you give her the answer to her own questions:

"It'll be alright, Chaeyoung-ah. You'll do great."

You wrap her in a tight, loving hug. And you like how now there isn't any lingering lust or obscenity in it; just concern and unbridled love for the one in between the other's arms.

Your hand rubs her back for what seems like eternity. But the wait is worth it, for when she lifts her head and looks you in the eyes again, you see a renewed confidence in her face, a renewed belief that your words are true.

This girl is not any different from who she truly is, but by the smug smile that settles on her lips, you come to know that Rosé has arrived at the scene.

Blackpink's all-rounder and reknowned soloist Roséanne Park faces the driver and flashes him that same smile she gave you, but this time, wider. "Ready when you are."

The driver exits to open her own door, as formality requires. And although you can't tell the future any more than a clock decides which way its arrowed hands could go, you could tell from the moment her heel meets the road that your flower is going to bloom even more this very night.

[oogaboogasphincter]

Kinktober Day 9

💜my kinktober masterlist

pairing: javier peña x f!reader

prompt: hate/angry sex🖤lingerie🖤forced orgasm (prompt list by @the-purity-pen)

rating: E (explicit) 18+ only!

word count: 900+

warnings: oral sex (f receiving), swearing, not a whole lot of explicit stuff in this one, reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns

author’s note: if i choosed the color purple bc it happens to be a certain someone’s favorite color. i don’t choose it bc i did. no i didn’t. ❤️ (if y’all are confused look up the if i eated soap tweet💀) +day 8 is coming soon, i have an idea for it that i'd like to develop properly 🌷🦋

gif by @javier-pena​

You feel strange. You feel like yourself, but you’ve never met this version of her. You didn’t even know she existed until a month ago, when you were lazing on the couch with Javi, mindlessly scrolling through your phones. On an endless Tik Tok binge, you had paused on a video of a girl making lingerie. She was promoting her small business, showing the details of the product: the fine mesh of the set, the decorative (but not gaudy) frills, the heart-shaped clasps holding the whole thing together. At the end of the video, she modeled the set herself, and that’s when you caught Javi staring over your shoulder. Feeling playful, you swatted his chest hard, leaving him laughing with a halfhearted “Ow.” 

You teased, “Fuck off, Javi.”

He shook his head, “I wasn’t staring at the girl, cariño. I think that stuff’s pretty.”

And so the seed was planted. You ordered your size that night, tilting your screen away from your boyfriend’s wandering eyes. The girl had filmed herself making a baby pink set, but you decided to opt for the lilac version: one of Javi’s favorite colors. 

The package came this morning - Javi found it a little weird that you insisted on getting the mail alone - and you kept it behind your back, scampering to your bedroom. Knowing that Javi sometimes perused your underwear drawer, you hid the package in the drawer that houses your shorts, pants and skirts. You couldn’t wait until he left for work so you could try it on.

Sending him off with a lingering kiss and a hot mug of coffee, you grabbed a pair of scissors from the kitchen on your way to the bedroom. You fished the package out of its hiding spot, cut it open and marveled at the pieces before you. The quality is impeccable; the hand stitching is thick, firm and matches the coloring of the mesh, the fabric is sturdy yet flexible and all of the pieces are here. 

You now stand in front of the bathroom mirror, dressed head to toe in the getup. The bralette is unlined; leaving your beauty to be on full display, covered only in lavender Swiss dots. Your middle runs into the garter belt, decked out with tiered ruffles on the sides, which extends to the garters themselves. They clip to your stockings with narrow purple ribbons, which reach halfway up your thighs. The thong panty shapes your cheeks in an oh-so flirty way. Innocent but tempting, a scrumptious treat wrapped up in violet hues, you await Javi’s return home on his lunch break. 

“Honey, I’m home!” he calls out, announcing his entrance. It melts your heart to hear the phrase in his voice, and your love drips down, down to your core. 

“Come in here!” you shout, assuming a - hopefully - sultry position on the bed. You stack your legs on top of one another and plant your palm firmly on the mattress, holding your weight up with that shoulder. 

He stops in his tracks when he rounds the corner. “Holy fuck” is all he can muster, said through an exhilarated breath. 

Biting your lip, giddy over his astonishment, you greet him with a wiggle of your fingers, “Hi.”

He takes a tentative step forward, not sure what he wants to do quite yet. Does he want to strip you of the lingerie, ripping it off of you with his bare hands, and fuck you so hard you both see stars? Would he rather drop to his knees, admire your angelic figure, and praise it like he’s begging for salvation? He’s not a particularly religious man, but if there’s a heaven for him, he’s looking right at it. 

His hands reach out slightly, wanting to just grab you and run his palms, knuckles, fingertips all over your skin, your adornments, but he retracts them. He’s afraid he won’t be able to contain his ravenous lust and would tear his meal clean from its delicate packaging. 

You quietly invite him over, “C’mere.”

He does as you say like a trained animal, climbing onto the bed and kneeling in front of you. You take his hand and place it on the rise of your hip, running his fingers through the soft ruffles. His only reaction is a hard swallow. 

“Do you like it?” you tease.

“D-d-do-,” he laughs at his own stuttering, meeting your eyes, “Do I like it?” 

He wraps his warm arms around your middle, pulling you onto your back and below him, “Angel face, I love it.” 

Laving at your neck with his lips, teeth and tongue, his rough hands skim up and down your sides, his jeans scratchy on the exposed patches of your thighs. One breathless moan of his name is all the motivation he needs to descend down your frame, spotting kisses all over your body, before rucking the crotch of your thong to the side. 

“Wait, Jav, let me take it off. I don’t want to rip it.”

Javier just shakes his head, eyes lost on your dripping mound; your slick has darkened the pale lilac of the mesh to a rich purple, “I’ll buy you a new one.”

“You can’t, you can only buy a whole new set,” you explain.

“I’m getting you one in every fucking color.” 

And with that argument settled, you take delight in the sound of the seams ripping under his passionate touch, and his desperate tongue can finally dip into your wanting hole. 

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