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ashintheairlikesnow · 5 months

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It Has to Be

For @amonthofwhump 12 Days of Whumpmas, Day 5: Ebenezer Scrooge |Power Outage | Time Loop | Overworked Whumpee | Comfort: Snuggling by the Fire

CW: Intimate whumper, past drugging and noncon, references to captivity and scars

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As always, Jax (and the mentioned Alfie) belong to @comfy-whumpee and are used with their input and permission.

Finley White is getting so tired of looking at Savvie Marcoset’s face. At least during the prepping stages, it’s mostly through videos and photographs. They can turn it off, turn away, take a break.

But they’re still tired of seeing it.

Not half so tired, they muse, as their client must be.

“Miss Savvie Marcoset, is it really you?! How are you?!”

“It’s Mrs. Savvie Marcoset,” She corrects, prim and proper. Savvie has her hands folded in her lap, her hair pulled back with a clip. The shadows under her eyes are the only sign that she is, at the time this was recorded, someone frantically searching for her missing captive. In a long off the shoulder black sweater and leggings, she seems relaxed and happy. She smiles, gentle and sweet. It looks utterly sincere. “I am married, you know.”

She holds up a hand and waggles her fingers, showing off the brilliance of her diamond ring.

The person wearing the camera device gasps with audible delight. “Did you really finally get him to put a ring on it? Gosh, Sav, I thought he would never propose!”

“I know that voice,” Finley White's client says, leaning forward. He frowns, his knee bouncing beneath the table. “I remember she was a twat.”

The corner of Finley’s mouth twitches, a smile they can't quite suppress. “Virginia Marshall, goes by Jennie. Went to college with Savannah Marcoset. The Marshalls were longtime friends with the Marcosets, close enough to be trusted. Jennie was facing some low-level charges of her own and agreed to help build this case as part of a plea deal.”

“Twat and coward.” He snorts. “Sounds about right.”

“Well, technically I was the one who got down on one knee,” Savvie says. There’s something strange in her eyes, like always - she looks with too much intensity. She’s hiding it well here, acting with the best of them, but Finley’s been staring at her face for so long that they can see right through it even so.

Finley saw Savvie Marcoset’s true talents on the stand, the first time. They had watched with surprised dismay as she charmed the jury, seeing how she could channel her intensity and terrifying focus into overwhelming charisma before an audience.

“Oh, that’s so modern,” The woman wearing the hidden camera gushes, cooing over the ring. “Did you write your own vows, too?”

Savvie laughs, abashed. “No, no. Traditional. I always wanted a traditional wedding. So did he, really, he's an old-fashioned kind of guy. You should have seen him blush during 'love, honor, and obey.'"

The noise Finley's client makes in reaction to that statement is indescribable.

“Traditional vows... makes sense. You’ve always been the romantic type. Where is that lucky duck today, anyway? The hubby? He isn't with you?”

Savvie's smile doesn't even flicker. “He’s at home with our babies. He loves being a stay-at-home dad, you know? It’s all he ever wanted to be.”

In reality, at the moment this video was recorded, the escaped Jax Gallagher was in his father's apartment, likely pretending to sleep, but at least not sleeping next to her. His children would have been nearby, safe from Savvie's cruelty for the first time.

You’d never know anyone was gone. She's as good an actress as she is at playing music, when she wants to be. And she is clearly pretending that absolutely nothing is wrong.

“Oh, well, bring him to my house sometime, yeah? Let me get a look at him and those little ones.”

“He’s… very private,” Savvie says, low and soft. She gives a little roll of her eyes. “Because of me being, you know, known, and he isn't from a famous family or anything… we like to keep his name out of things. His family is so toxic, plus you know how gossipy the press is about him…”

“Him? Him who?” The informant plays dumb.

“You know… My ex..."

“Oh, your ex Bastian Brighthall?”

“Ha! No, no. I just mean… you know. Since… prison. Which, like, can no one become rehabilitated in this country? Let me live! I’m a law-abiding citizen now, and, and a wife and mother! You have no idea what it's like just trying to raise babies these days..."

She’s so deeply offended. The informant pretends to be offended, too, and lets Savvie change the subject, turn it around to how hard it is to be a woman just trying to live out her happily ever after. It’s masterful, how well she can lead someone along and away from what she doesn’t want to share.

Finley White’s eyelid twitches where they sit at a table, watching this conversation unfold on a television bolted to the wall on the opposite side of the room. Beside them, their client has lapsed back into stony silence, his jaw set, arms crossed. He doesn't look at Savannah Marcoset’s sweet and smiling face, not directly.

He’s tense enough that Finley worries, more than a little, that one of his tendons will simply snap from the stress. He knows - he knew long before Finley said it out loud - what a farce this is, how utterly unnecessary. He knows better than anyone that Ms. Marcoset could have pleaded guilty and saved them all this expense and trouble. The evidence is thoroughly stacked against her. She has no way out, but it doesn’t stop her from throwing out every delay tactic she has.

Jax had been the first one to vocalize the point of Savannah’s strange game, during their meeting with him and his father after the arrest. She’ll drag it out, make it take as long as possible, he’d predicted, sitting in his father's cozy living room in his apartment in England. Finley had flown to him, once again - they had sworn to him once, after the first trial’s conclusion, that they wouldn’t ask him to fly back to America unless they had to.

He’d still been visibly recovering, a man made of shadows who sat with his little girl and her enormous curly hair clinging in wide-eyed silence to him. He’d held onto her just as tightly, as if even Finley might simply take her away if he let go for even a second. She’ll make it fucking miserable for everyone, just to get at me. She always fucking does.

Language, Jax’s father had admonished in a distant and fond way. That's one for the chocolate jar. Or two, maybe.

Jax’s child, who was so perfectly silent Finley kept forgetting she was there, had spoken for the first time. I don't mind, Daddy, she had said. She was so soft Finley barely made out the words. I know that’s grown up words. You don't have to do the jar. You can get chocolates.

Both men had smiled, then - one with open affection for his grandchild, one with a faint shift of lips that vanished as soon as Finley took it in.

Sorry, kiddo, Jax had murmured, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. More for you, then, yeah? Finley had wondered, then, what it must feel like to love a child - to love someone that much - who only existed because of this kind of assault?

Jax had been angrier, or at least more obviously so, the first time they worked with him. After the first escape. During the first trial. The anger that had still flared up then was now a smoking skeletal forest, where you could feel heat against your palm when you laid it against the trunk of a tree, but not even embers were left to glow.

Are the little girl and the baby boy the first green things to grow afterward? Or just… bones, blackened stones weighing him down?

Shit, they need a drink. All their poetry electives from their own college days come out in florid metaphors on days like this one.

More than a drink, they need about sixteen hours of sleep. Not that Jax doesn't need both things more than they do, going through all this again, and again… they’d put it off as long as they could, but finally they’d had to ask him to fly here one more time.

This will be the last time. Finley White will stake their career on Savannah Marcoset never seeing daylight as a free woman again, or they’ll quit and take up needlepoint or whatever it is lawyers who drop the ball that badly do.

They failed him, once, in their own mind. That it could happen to him again feels like their fault, their responsibility, somehow.

Jax had been angrier, before, but less determined than he is now. He had found it much harder, then, not to look at Savvie Marcoset. As if he couldn't break himself of having all his thoughts centered on keeping her from punishing him. The way he had seemed frightened when they took her away, after the verdict, had been painful to watch.

Now he simply doesn't look at her on the screen at all.

Finley picks up the remote, scratching a fingernail over its smooth plastic surface.

Would it have been better, if they had managed to make it so she never walked free? It would have meant no second time held prisoner and therefore no children. Obviously it would have been better. Would he have chosen it, though, if he knew… chosen not to ever meet the quiet little girl and boisterous baby boy… maybe he would. Probably he would.

They would never ask.

In the present, Finley keeps their thoughts to themself. They lean forward, briefly pausing the video. “There’s a few minutes of going back and forth on this, Ms. Marcoset describing a… well, a very fanciful personal idea of the alleged wedding and honeymoon… I’m going to fast forward past it.”

“Thank fuck,” Jax mutters, scratching at the back of his head. His fingers twitch, involuntary, and he drops his hand quickly.

He didn't tremble like that the first time, either. That’s a lasting effect of the shock collar he’d been wearing when he turned up on his father's doorstep after running away with the kids. He hides the scars beneath scarves and Finley pretends they don't see them even when they do.

Those scars feel like visible evidence: Finley White fucked up, and here’s living proof. They’d gotten the conviction, decent prison time, parole within a limited area after release… and it hadn't been enough.

They’ve gone over and over the case, when they can't sleep or think about anything else. They had done a good job. They and a single paralegal, alone, had taken on the Marcoset team of defense lawyers and wiped the floor with them.

Jax seemed to think they had done a good job. Good enough that when he ran this time, he’d called them as soon as he was ready, anyway. He could have gotten a different lawyer, but he had called them, and trusted them, to put her away again.

They just have to make sure it sticks this time. For life, bar the door, throw away the goddamn key.

It was another thing Jax said first, although not in so many words - that if she ever left prison again, Jax almost certainly wouldn't survive it. He’d been hunched over a beer, that first in-person meeting at his father's place. Finley was still jet-lagged from getting on the first flight out, and nearly asleep on the sofa. He hadn't brought it up until the kids and his father were safely asleep.

If she gets out again, or… comes h-here… that's it. He hadn't looked up at them, just stared down at his beer. The kids vanish first, probably. Dead or disappeared. Whatever she thinks will fuck me up worse. Actually, probably disappeared and then dead later once she thinks-... once she’s made me sorry. Then me, after them.

Then you? Last?

Yeah. Disappeared. Or dead. Or both. But she’ll go after them first. She'll-... He drank half the beer in three long swallows, wiped a hand over his face, and then exhaled and looked over at them. She can't hurt my kids. Okay? She can't.

Finley had nodded, and lifted their own beer in a kind of grim salute. She won't. We nail her to the wall this time, Jax. I promise.

Fuck yeah. His expression stayed flat, but he clinked his beer glass against theirs and that was that, he was Finley White's once and future client one more time.

Even though the case is open and shut, they’re throwing everything they’ve got at this, leaving nothing on the table. Leaving nothing to chance or luck. They have a promise to keep.

“Our informant wore this camera to get an idea of what Mrs. Marcoset was thinking, how she was playing your disappearance from her life. It was recorded before she was arrested,” Finley explains. On the screen, Savvie's rushed dramatics are silent, her hands moving in gestures that constantly flash the ring. Her smile is absolutely radiant. She has always been a beautiful woman, layered over the cruelty beneath. “We probably won't need this at court-”

“Then why are we watching it?” He asks abruptly. Not angry or hostile, just wanting to get it all over with.

They know the feeling.

“Because I thought you might want to see this part,” They say, and hit play, the video shifting back into regular speed, the casual buzz and clink of the restaurant around them kicking back in.

“-three years old,” Savvie is saying. She is every inch the proud and loving mother, pulling out her phone and then turning it around to show the informant. “Born in… in May, named after my grandmother. Isn't she beautiful? Doesn't she look just like me?”

“This was after I left?” Jax frowns at the photo Savvie has pulled up - of Jax holding his daughter back when she was a baby who already had too much hair and eyes too big for her face. Jax, his gaunt frame dressed in slightly oversized designer clothes to hide bruises and his unreliable access to food, is looking at the camera with a false and slightly hazy-seeming smile.

“Yes,” Finley answers, nodding. “This conversation would be maybe… six months after that.”

Jax’s eyes narrow. “That photo’s of Izzy as a baby, for one thing. For another… her birthday isn't in fucking May. Jesus. I didn't know the day, she never would tell me, but I knew what season. Also, Iz was four when we got back home, and she would have turned five by… whenever this is. We got her a fucking cake, my dad and I, when she turned five."

“You are absolutely certain that-”

“Yes,” He answers them, voice flat and cold as paper on stone.

“You may have to testify about that, Jax. Good evidence of a lack of connection to Isabeh-”

“Izzy,” He corrects automatically.

“Right. Sorry. I’ve been elbow-deep in legal docs all day, everything is full legal names. This video might not be worth much during the criminal trial, but for the civil case regarding the children’s living arrangements-”

“Yeah, fine, I’ll testify. Yeah.” He snorts. “Also, I'm fucking drugged in that photo she flashed around. If that matters.”

“You are?” That's a surprise to them. They turn to rewind the video back to when the photo is held up, pausing it, scanning it over again. The slight smile, the way he gripped tight to the girl… almost white-knuckled…

“Yeah. High as hell and terrified I'll drop her. Scared that that's her game this time. Get me to let Iz slip through my arms and then get goddamn mad at me for not being careful enough. I got her to stop putting shit in my drink when the kids were awake eventually, but she was still doing it, then.”

He isn't casual with how he drops these pieces of abject horror into conversation - no, Jax wields this information like a riddle, or a test. How you respond is to pass or to fail, and Finley knows him well enough by now to be aware that very few people come back from failure.

So they nod, and wait to see if he plans to offer anything more.

He looks over at them, then back at the photo frozen in time on the screen. “Had to tell her I liked that shit, just… you know. After the kids went down to sleep.” He meets Finley’s gaze head on, staring them down.

But he knows them well enough that he knows he never has to spell any of it out, not anymore.

So they nod again. “And it worked?”

“Yeah. Mostly.” He looks away. Finley never knows for sure if they’ve passed the test, not until he keeps talking. “I could put her off with asking for it to happen later. Savvie forgets shit. Half the time by the time she went to sleep, she didn't remember she even brought it up.”

Half the time.

Finley looks back at the video, and hits the play button. Savvie is back to happily chattering about her perfect husband and perfect children, sitting in a café months after the bruised, battered, scarred man and children in question had escaped her grasping fingers and shock collars and cruelty, but before there was enough to bring her in.

She had to have known they were coming for her, by this point. And yet she pretended everything was completely fine, that nothing had happened. She was either so sure her family would throw enough weight around to fix it for her in the end, or…

“She’s completely out of her mind,” Finley whispers. Not that they hadn't said it before. But this… this is different. “She just. Can't deal with it, and so she just doesn't even acknowledge the problem exists. Jax-”

“Yeah, I know how she is. Lucky you, you didn't get that shit up close and personal like I did. This isn't even the worst of her bullshit.”

“Looking at her, you’d never know it.” Finley sits back, not allowing themself to slump. If they can pull this off, there's a four hundred dollar bottle of stupidly priced bourbon they’re going to buy to celebrate. “Look at her. No sign whatsoever of anything but happily ever after. You ran. It’s been months since she last saw you or your children… and she’s calm as can be. She doesn't even know where you are."

“She probably knew where I was.” Jax shrugs, outwardly unbothered. “I mean, she’s a stupid shitsnob, but she knows I'd go to my dad. She knew where I was gonna go if I got away from her.”

“She didn't go for you, though, didn't try to recapture you. At the time, if she knew…”

Jax gives them the stare again. “I know exactly what she did. She freaked out when we were gone, called her bastard shitstain uncle for help. He had people hunting me, until we got to the border. We barely managed to keep out of sight of them. We had to cross the border… we had to.”

“Right, because in the UK… you’re, uh-” They hesitate.

Jax prickles when they hesitate. His eyes narrow, and Finley straightens their posture, refusing to wilt before that stare. “You can say it,” He says, voice flat. “Fucking famous for being kidnapped, right? There were programmes about that shit. Fucking journalists. And I bet once we made it over the border, dear Uncle Isaac told her he wasn't going to risk it anymore, to pack her shit and go home, act normal. Be seen so she could act like she never left. See if they could wait me out.”

Sometimes they forget how watchful Jax is, how well he understands not just Savannah Marcoset herself but the parade of Marcoset family members who treated him like Savvie's toy or worse. He didn't understand it all that well the first time.

Another thing he only has to know because they couldn't keep him safe.

“Right. But that's practical... from a criminal perspective. That's not… this.” They look over at the screen again, frozen once more on Savvie's cheerful, winning smile.

“No.” Jax’s knee is bouncing again. There has always been a hum of energy in him, but even that is held more inside him now. Because they hadn't hammered their case hard enough.

It just hadn't been enough.

It has to be enough this time.

“Jax… we have to show them that Savannah Marcoset. Not the one in this video, but the one who incapacitated you to make it easier for her to harm or control you. She is going to want them to see the act, try to get parole on the table, try to get at least limited access to the children-”

“Which she won't fucking get.” For just a second, the layer of self-protective hostility drops. It’s not panic, not visibly, but it’s close. “I told you, first thing I fucking said, she can't get at my kids. The whole reason I'm fucking doing this is to keep them safe. She can't get her hands on my fucking kids.”

“No,” They say, voice firm, and meet his eyes. He scoots slightly back, arms crossed again, staring at them fixedly with his chin tipped slightly down. They watch him right back. “She won't. We talked about it, I remember. No access, full stop. No presents, no letters, she gets no photos and no updates. Absolutely nothing. Complete termination of parental rights. Complete. No exceptions."

“And prison for-fucking-life, and no parole.”

“No chance. It’s going to be rough, Jax, I won't lie to you. She’s going to put on a show, and we are going to need to systematically dismantle it. Take away all her charm and let them see who you saw, day in and day out.”

He nods, jaw set. Stubborn and determined, and maybe the fire still burns down in there somewhere. His smile is so genuine they nearly wonder if it's real. “Good. Yeah. Uh, how, though?”

They look back over at Savvie, the face filling the screen. Savvie will be magnetic, just like the first time. Not so young, now, not able to play the innocent girl led astray. But she'll play all the greatest hits of sincerity, earnestness, contrition… Jax, by contrast, is all rough edges and bristling quiet. He won't charm anyone so readily. But his story will be what actually happened.

They just need to prove it.

“I had a couple more recordings for us to look at today,” They say, thinking, mind spinning. “But they aren’t urgent. Let’s break early, you head back to see what your little ones are up to, and I'll start drafting an outline of what we prove and how we prove it. I have some ideas. We’ll reconvene here tomorrow at 8 am.”

“Sounds good, yeah.” Jax shifts, restless, ready to get out of the room with Savvie’s face still on the wall.

“Tomorrow we’re going to talk about some… difficult stuff, Jax. Make sure you take it easy tonight.”

He looks at them, then just turns away, grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair. “Right. Yeah. Stuff about the kids, or the rape?”

It’s a test again.

God, how Finley hopes they never fail this man, not this time. Not when they couldn't keep him as safe as he deserved to be.

“Just the outline,” They say, casual as can be. “But.. both. All of it. No details yet. But later-”

“Yeah. I’ll be back at 8. Ish.” He leaves before they can say another word, and they sit back, staring after him.

They have mountains of documents to finish sorting through, and a man carrying so much cruelty in his head that if he opens his mouth on the stand, a waterfall might come rushing out. He's covered in scars from Savvie's abuse, has two kids that are living evidence of assault. They have a traumatized little girl in therapy multiple times a week. They have Jax’s devotion to his son and daughter compared to Savvie not even knowing what time of year Izzy was born in.

They have so much.

It has to be enough.

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rom-e-o · 1 year

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Slow Hands (NSFW fic) (Part 2)

(Chews through the soft-sided cat carrier you tried to put me in) HI, I’M BACK! Part 2 is done.

Reminder, this is an 18+ fic! Minors, DNI. Fic is below the cut.

Leaning back, she watched as his long arms drew him sleep shirt up and over his head. Each new inch of stomach and chest revealed sent a thrill through the woman. She’d seen his bare chest and body many times, but it never stopped being exciting seeing him bare himself for her.

Ebenezer was a pristine, London gentleman and philanthropist. Every comment from his mouth was befitting of a man of his intelligence and station, his hands drawn politely close to his person unless he was shaking the hand of a thankful client in his private bank. His public image was as shiny as a newly-minted coin, only even more sought after (especially by ladies).

It filled Constance with pride that she was someone who was privileged enough to know how to peer past pristine persona to glimpse the masculine, virile man beneath the surface. Sometimes, he crawled out on his own, surprising her in bright bursts of passion. He’d come home from long days at work and take her right against his study wall, and other times he’d be a quivering mess

Regardless of the origin, the outcome was no less welcome.

Shirt off, the two united in a kiss that started chaste and quickly became lingering. Mouths open, tongues exploring and stroking, her body became more and more pliant beneath him.

Molding to the mattress, her hands struggled to undo her silk robe and lift away the nightgown that, while luxurious, was nothing more than another barrier between them in that moment.

Lips never leaving hers, his hands felt their way to the garment’s hem and tugged it upward.

“Arms up,” he whispered against her lips, and she obeyed. With movements both efficient and gentle, he pulled the gown over her head. They parted for only a moment to allow the cloth to pass over her face, and he watched in awe and her strawberry-blonde hair fells back over her shoulders in taffy-colored waves.

“Beautiful,” he husked, unable to keep the word to himself as he stroked her face, admiring it like glass. “So bloody beautiful.”

His words never ceased to make her melt, and she drew her hands to her face to smother a giggle. This sweet laughter turned to a gasp as Scrooge’s lips slowly descended upon her chest, kissing down the valley between her ample breasts.

While his lips teased her chest, his fingers traced a pattern down her fluttering stomach, stopping at the crease between her lower belly and thigh. Thumb and index fingers spreading there, massaging the bone beneath the flesh, he awaited permission to drift lower.

When it was granted in the form of a buck of her hips, a grin adorned his face, and he delighted his sliding his hand between the lips of her cunt. Beads of moisture gathered at the reddish curls between her legs, the downy curls parting easily to welcome his fingers.

“My, my,” he teased, fingers moist with slick from one brush. “So wet for me already.”

“Mm-hmm,” Constance moaned, head tipping back against the pillow.

Turning his hand at the wrist, his thumb and index finger began a soft, stroking motion over her lips, teasing the sensitive flesh. Starting gentle, his pace gradually intensified, the pads of his fingers skimming the tip of her clit with each pass. Slowly, the bundle of nerves became engorged with blood. It began to pound with want, the gentle movements luring it from beneath the soft, petal pink hood.

She mewled at the motions, hips jumping up eagerly at each pass. With each leap, her legs trembled and her stomach quivered.

“My beautiful, beautiful goddess,” he said, voice rumbling with arousal in his throat. His fingers coaxed and slipped further in, savoring the liquid warmth pool there. “Do you like that?”

“Y-Yes,” she panted. “S-So much…”

He smirked devilishly. “Is it enough?”

“No,” she gasped, filling her lungs with a shaky breath. “O-Oh my gosh…ah…ah…”

“What do you want then, love?” he asked, increasing the pace, the sound of wet skin meeting his ears. He hadn’t even removed his trousers yet, so that arousal was all hers. “What do you need?”

“More of you,” Constance replied, her shoulders squaring as she braced against the pillow. “Oh, please, please. Give me more, Ebenezer. I need you.”

He liked that answer, and rewarded her by slipping on long finger between her lips and inside her. Immediately, she arched her back sharply and began to roll her hips harder into his hand, picking up speed as she did so. He began to crook his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, knowing her body so well that he easily pinpointed the spot inside her no other man had been able to find.

He nudged her g-spot squarely, smirk widening as he noted the way her body tensed and relaxed in sync with his motions. Her delicious moans lured him down and into another breathtaking kiss.

Then without warning, he slipped in another.

“E-Ebenezer!” she cried in bliss, twisting her hips to grind harder onto his hand. “O-Oh, mm…”

“Mm, that’s it,” he said in response to her sudden gasp of pleasure. “Mm, good. So good, taking my hand so easily, love.”

“Oh, god…” she whimpered, the pulsebeat of her throat racing. She tossed her head from side to side, biting the inside of her cheek to stifle another moan. “Your hands feel so good…so, so good inside me…”

Gods, he could listen to her gasp his name like an erotic mantra for hours. Days. Years.

He pulled his fingers from between her legs with a succulent pop, thumb swirling around her clit upon exit.

Cock straining against his pajama bottoms, he sat back on his heels and began to unlace them. Constance rose to her elbows to watch, eyes glistening as she drank in each and every movement. Her pupils almost seemed to vibrate as she moved them to trace every millimeter of his body. Then, once he peeled away his pants and shucked them onto the floor, he watched with satisfaction as her gaze darkened at the sight of his cock. Already arching proudly toward his navel, a small bead of clear precum gathered at the tip, already swollen maroon with arousal.

Gripping his erection around the base, he gripped the base and gave a soft pump, eyes fluttering shut as he did so.

“Look,” he beckoned, pupils falling on her breathless form as his own body heaved with need. “Look at what you do to me. Making me so bloody hard…so fucking needy. Needy for you, your mouth, and that pretty body of yours. The taste of you…the feel of you.”

With meticulous slowness, his fist loosened enough for him to drag it up to the tip of his cock, palm the slick, then quickly drag is back down. Skin reddening and veins swelling against the taut skin, he winced against the harsh gesture before opening his molten eyes to face her again.

“Hngh, fuck…” he gasped, his breath ragged as sandpaper. “What you do to me…and I’ve barely even touched you.”

A laugh puffed from his chest.

If his old self could see him now, he imagined he’d be equal parts humiliated and absolutely flabbergasted. He was not only bedding a woman so sweet that her blood might have been made from syrup, but they were married? And she could turn him into some simpering mess with just a few touches? It was scandalous – deplorable!

He adored it.

Entranced by the sighs and sights of him, Constance’s body seemed to move of its own accord. Guided by lust, she allowed her legs to fall open at the knees, bearing her pretty pink cunt, still glistening with slick, for him.

With a shaking arm, she reached over to the opposite side of the bed to grab a small throw pillow that, thankfully, hadn’t fallen onto the floor during their ruckus.

Lifting her hips, she slid the cushion beneath her lower back to elevate her trembling body further, presenting herself to him.

At this, Ebenezer leaned forward, one hand remaining on his cock while the other skimmed her thigh. He gave himself another pump, watching as his precum dripped onto her lovely skin.

“Mm, what a lovely view.”

“Please,” she begged, voice tight and limp at the same time. It seemed to be the only word that was ever on her mind when her and Ebenezer fled to the bedroom together for quality time.

“Please, what? Use your words, darling.”

It took every ounce of self-control in his body for his voice to not waver in that moment. For him to not succumb to the building, primal urge inside him to flip her over, spread her legs, and plow into her, driving her hard into the mattress and making her scream with ecstasy as he filled her with his seed.

Swallowing, she lifted her legs and wrapped them about his svelte waist. With a brisk roll of the hips, she brought their bodies together in one fluid crash. His cock slid teasingly between the groove of her lips, and both let out guttural cries of need.

“Please,” she practically cried, “Come inside me.”

“Constance—”

“Please, I want you to fill me up so bad…” she wept, breasts bouncing with each whimper. Her thighs shook as she cradled him, the hair-dusted skin of his taut belly pressed against the throbbing bundle of nerves tucked up in the delta between her legs. “Fill me up, make me yours…”

Again, her wish was his command.

A growl tumbled from his throat as he shifted his grip from his cock and to the bedframe.

“Like this, dear?” he asked, hand clutching the headboard tightly, the flex of his arm delightfully obvious.

She nodded, biting her lip in delight, giving her mouth an added delicious flush. “Y-Yes. Just like that…”

His other hand returned to the underside of her thigh, assisting her legs in staying propped open as he eased between them. Although she had begged for him, he knew that staying inside her for the remainder of their union was not a plea to take lightly. It was not only a sign of love and commitment, but a sign of the utmost trust. Something that a woman like Constance did not offer up freely.

He locked eyes with her, slowly his breath to assume a serious, yet soft, tone.

Then, with softness akin to the first winds of spring, he asked, “May I…?”

“Yes,” she moaned, arching her back. “Please, Ebenezer. Please, please, please… want your cock inside me. I was you to come in me…”

The blood-engorged tip of his cock nudged the lips of her cunt. Instead of plunging all the way inside with unceremonious neediness, he started with lighter, half-stokes. One inch. Three inches. Five inches.

All the while, the intimacy of leaning over her so closely, hand clutching the headboard of leverage, was more intimate than he had ever thought it could be. Her spine curled artfully, arching her back just so her beautiful breasts were pressed to his chest fully. Stomach-to-stomach, hip-to-hip, face-to-face. Heart-to-heart.

Each heartbeat felt like a tectonic shift. Each shuddering breath made both their joined bodies quiver like the line of a spider web in a windstorm.

It was so intimate that he found himself borderline distracted, becoming lost in the depth of her eyes, as clear as the waters of a lake from a storybook.

Once he bottomed out inside her, a pause commenced as he allowed her to adjust to the size of him. Although they’d shared many intimate couplings, Scrooge would never risk hurting his beloved, and was always sure to take a beat before assuming any kind of pace.

All of a sudden, the silence was broken by Constance lifting her head to run her lips along his neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” she said.

At first, he thought he’d misheard her.

“P-Pardon?” he asked, blinked down at her with wide eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” she repeated, the words coming to her easily. She drifted back, moving her lips up to his cheeks, then his lined forehead. “The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Your eyes, your face…”

He chuckled bashfully, averting his gaze. “I-I don’t…”

Her manicured fingers came to rest atop his thin lips. “Your voice. Your lips. And…”

With barely any pressure, she trailed her fingers down to his chest, drummed them over his sternum, then moved them over his pectoral muscle.

“Your heart.”

Emotion welled in him, and he had to close his eyes to keep his eyes from watering. Almost unconsciously, his hips began to sway lightly, gently seeking the embrace of her body around him. Her hips fluttered at first, struggling against the cushion and weight of his body, but eventually fell into an easy rhythm.

“I love you,” she said, noting how his breath began to come in disorganized huffs. She saw the outline of his bicep become more pronounced as he held on for much-needed leverage.

The declaration, if possible, shook him further. Gods above, how was she real? “Constance…”

“I love you so, so much,” she said again, the last word coming out as a belabored moan. “My husband. My prince. Ah…”

She could hear the sound of his erect cock sliding in and out of her sheath, the wetness squelching as their hips bumped over and over. Gods, it was an embarrassing sound, but it was hard to spare any second thought with Ebenezer tucked so close, their bodies moving in blissful harmony.

Pressure and heat building, she angled her hips so he could plunge deeper, arcing swiftly against her cervix at a punishing rhythm.

“I-I love you too…” Ebenezer gasped out, perspiration beating as his hairline as he continue to work his hips in a frenzy against her. His spare hand went between her legs, thumb working her clit back into a blaze with a few skilled swipes. He worked her easily, searching for the perfect spot, until he applied a swift jab of pressure on the underside that sent her head flying back against the pillow.

“T-There!” she gasped. Her hips moved desperately against his skilled fingertips, each movement creating a hot spark of pleasure-pain that bloomed behind her eyes. “Oh, don’t stop, don’t stop…”

As they neared a crashing crescendo of their union, Ebenezer found his head sagging between his shoulders his body becoming numb to the exhaustion as he raced toward his climax. Seeing that Constance was also close, her cheeks tinged pink and her chest damp with sweat, he dipped his head to kiss her lips. The touch was supposed to be chaste at first, but quickly grew passionate as her tongue danced with his.

He succumbed almost instantly, whimpering as his hips pounded hard, then slow, then fast again, then—

“Fuck, I’m coming,” he whined against her lips. “I-I…”

“Come one, fill me up,” she coaxed her voice clipping at her own ecstasy washed over her. “Yes, yes, drench me, make me drip from you – ah, aughhh!”

With an animal-like sound that was much less elegant than Constance’s breathless series of increasingly loud moans, the two came in partial unison, with Ebenezer reaching his end just slightly after Constance. His thumb kept working her clit through each throbbing clench, only stopping when his own release blotted out all his senses. Muscles screaming, he buried his face in her shoulder and held on, clinging to her tightly as he pumped her full of his seed.

Once he was thoroughly milked to the point where he could feel is release dripping out of her and onto the sheets below (no doubt Magda would tease him about the sheets needing an extra washing, as if she didn’t know why) he finally allowed his body to relax.

Like the strings of a harp that had just been caressed through an entire melody, he slipped into tranquil stillness easily. Slowly, he lowered himself beside Constance, who laid supine beside him. Eyes closed but legs open, she panted through the last rumors of her release, basking in the tingling aftershocks that threatened to lure her to sleep.

Staring at her, his hand came up to gently sweep some downy baby hairs from her forehead, her sweat causing them to stick.

At this, her eyes fluttered open as she descended back into reality. Of course, Ebenezer was there to catch her and hold her in his arms, cradling her dearly to him.

“That…was much better than any book we’ve read,” she said softly, head lolling against his chest.

Smiling, he tucked her under his arm and dropped a kiss on her head.

“I’m glad I was able to meet your expectations,” he teased.

Bodies still entangled, they reclined against the pillows together. They were sweaty and sticky but had absolutely no desire to part ways. At least, not yet.

“At this part in the book, the usually fade out to a fireplace, or something…” she said with a light laugh. “I think I’d prefer to stay in bed with you for a few hours.”

“I must agree,” he whispered, tracing the outline of her face. “I’m in no hurry to rush on to the next chapter.”

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ADEKUNLE GOLD IS CONSTANTLY EVOLVING

Adekunle Gold, the Lagos-born prolific singer, is one of the handful of Nigerian artists who can boast of a lasting presence in the highly competitive space that is the country's music industry. His was a journey of talent, consistency, invention and reinvention.

He was born Adekunle Kosoko, a member of the royal Kosoko family of Lagos Island, so when he chose to follow his passion in music, the name Gold readily appealed to him. Days spent riding to school with his father while they played Ebenezer Obey and King Sunny Ade, as well as lullabies sung by his aunt at bedtime, planted a love for music in the young Adekunle. With time, his love for listening to music spurred him to create his own. Like many other budding artists, he cultivated his talents first by joining the junior choir in his church and later, by forming a band with a close friend, Michael Bakare, before deciding to pursue a career as a solo artist. Michael remains a major musical pillar of Adekunle Gold’s career, his songwriting and production credits can be found as recently as Adekunle's latest album.

Nigeria's first introduction to the artist, however, was through his creative work as a photo editor. Prior to the release of “Sade” in December 2015, Gold had been given the title of 'King of Photoshop' for his creative editing of his images on pictures of actress Tonto Dike, OAP, Toolz and especially afrobeats queen, Tiwa Savage. A young Adekunle Gold had finished school with a diploma in Arts and Industrial Design and was putting his degree to good use, doing graphic design work for a number of YBNL artists, including Viktoh, Lil Kesh and even street-pop legend Olamide.

In 2014, Adekunle Gold released “Sade”, a cover of One direction's “Story of my Life”, and based upon a real life Sade who had turned his affections down. As the song gained ground, Pheelz, YBNL's in-house producer, saw there was more To Adekunle Gold's creativity than visual arts, and after conversations with label huncho, Olamide, Adekunle Gold was unveiled as a YBNL artist in March 2015. Then, he got a chance at a proper debut single, and "Orente" was born; a folksy Yoruba-supported love ballad, featuring distinct Yoruba instrumentation, which would grow to become his signature style. He followed this up with “Pick up”, which amped up production for a Juju-influenced song that would be an excellent fit for a live band.

All these built up to the release of his first studio album in July 2016, Gold that featured successes such as "Work", "Ariwo Ko", and another all time classic, "No forget", a duet with Simi, a friend and fellow artist who had previously mixed and mastered songs for him. His debut album was a critically acclaimed success, peaking at no. 7 on the Billboard World Album Chart.

His next studio album, About 30, was released in 2018 after exchanging amicable farewells with YBNL. He assembled a team of instrumentalists into a live band, named the 79th Element (Gold), and headed by Michael Bakare. As a result the album drew chiefly from his unique upbeat trad-style music which he christened Urban Highlife, and it housed a number of memorable songs like the energetic "Money", the evocative "Ire" and the sombre "Fame".

Until 2019 Adekunle Gold had operated firmly within the boundaries of his self-styled Afro Urban genre, where live instruments could meet with intoned delivery to channel some of the essence of Yoruba Juju music in a more modern setting. For the next step, though, it was time for an artistic refresh, and to achieve it, he will have to sacrifice some of his folksy essence for better mainstream appeal. And so he braided his boyish afro into a macho cornrow, while he discarded the Adire shirts for brightly coloured jackets and flowing kimonos, left unbuttoned to show his new buff physique, completing his look with tinted glasses and loose fitting pants. His switch in music was a lot less acute. For "Before You Wake Up", his first solo single of 2019, he maintained a similar delivery but production was different, employing more studio-made Afrobeats rather than the live drums and keys he was more popular with. Also subtle was his use of English and Pidgin for the entirety of the single, in the past Adekunle Gold had relied chiefly on Yoruba.

It was in 2020 that he properly donned the artistic personality he would take for his next era. First came "Jore", a duet with Kizz Daniel that leaned into Kizz's brand of casual afropop that was backed by catchy lyrics and a flowing beat. Then he released "Something Different", which was as it was named, a continual of the sonic detour he was making towards the mainstream. In mid 2020, “AG Baby" was released, the manifesto for his artistic vision; on the track he alludes to being the "street boy popping on the mainstream shit". “AG Baby’ was homonymous with his new persona, and on his next album, “Afro-Pop Vol. 1”, he delved properly into who he was now and what to expect of him. A song like “Okay” handled this orientation nicely, as he spun the mid-tempo pop groove into a song deriding his haters.

While AG Baby was morphing into the popstar, Adekunle Gold was settling into family life. His marriage to Simi was for many a bolt from the blue, but insiders into the couple’s lives knew they had been an item even before either of them made their debuts in the industry. Simi had produced, as well as mixed and mastered a chunk of Adekunle Gold’s Gold album, and Adekunle has gone on record to credit her with helping him find his music style. The pair had collaborated across a number of tracks over the years, each time bringing amazing chemistry that most fans did not know was the product of real life love they shared. On January 17th they released “Promise”, a tribute to their new union and the first official announcement of it. A little over a year later, in May 2021, “Happy Birthday”was released; a love letter to their daughter, Adejare on her first birthday.

2021 also saw him release three successful singles that would appear on his next album, “Catch me if You Can”, “Sinner” and “It Is What It Is” followed the laid back, less-is-more delivery of his newly perfected style. But “High”, featuring industry heavyweight Davido, was a different dish altogether; an Amapiano heavy hit, foreshadowing another shedding, or perhaps more accurately, an extra layering of personality that would lead AG Baby to give way to Tio Tequila. The lover boy Adekunle who had withstood the transition from Adekunle Gold to AG Baby evolved to another man for whom “Love is not enough”.

His latest project, Tequila Ever After, is named after this new persona, and here he slows down his Afropop cadences to take in parts of Dancehall and RnB. By far his biggest project, Adekunle Gold assembled RnB megastars like Pharrell Williams and Khalid as well as budding Nigerian street stars like Zinoleesky and Odumodublvck. He has already hit the charts with two singles, “Ogaranya” and “Party No Dey Stop”, so he will be hopeful others can quickly follow suit. More importantly, though, he will hope his new project, and the persona he introduces with it, can significantly advance his global intentions. Adekunle Gold has described his latest project as a celebration of his wins so far.

With a solid discography encompassing five successful projects, a recently bagged contract with an international label in Def Jam Records and a career about to reach the 10 year mark, a celebration is much needed and well deserved. As the artist readies himself to consolidate his position in the Nigerian market and expand his wings even further beyond the shores of the country, he can take a shot of Tequila and toast to his wins so far, because it only gets better from here.

This article was written by Afrobeats City Contributor Ezema Patrick - @ezemapatrick (Twitter)

Afrobeats City doesn’t own the right to the images - image source: Instagram - @Adekunlegold

#Afrobeats #AfrobeatsCity #Adekunle Gold #Africa #African music #Afropop #Afrobeats article #Article #Music #Nigeria #Nigerian music #Def Jam #Tequila ever after

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DAY #5: Ebenezer Scrooge

Comfort: Snuggling by the fire

Fandom: Original work/OCs

CWs: captivity, masc whumper, carewhumper, masc whumpee, angel whumpee

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When Oath thinks Flint isn’t looking, he slinks closer to the fireplace. With his wings shielding his body – as much as he can with them clipped – he crawls to it, watching Flint from behind with sharp blue and brown eyes. Hunched over, he stays low to the ground, cephalic wings folded against his face.

It’s a totally selfish action – but Oath deserves it. After everything, the least he should have is some comfort by the dirty fireside.

Flint is usually absorbed in his own work when he’s not using Oath for… his ingredients. He usually sits at his desk, the wooden surface creaking with the weight of the alchemical concoctions he brews, bubbling over onto the floor beneath. Sometimes the little clinks of vials hitting the table hit Oath’s ears, ringing out like the sound of little pixies. More often than that – the sound of Flint cursing under his breath when they spill.

Whenever he speaks, Oath tenses, freezing up …like that would help if Flint noticed him. Or if he decided to take his anger out on him.

Thankfully, Oath has known Flint long enough to know he wouldn’t. He needs his little feather supply unharmed, after all. That and … he’s not really that type of guy. Flint tears his own hair out of his head but never Oath’s, he kicks his chair but never Oath, he slashes and rips his notes apart but never lays a hand on Oath. The lack of violence allows Oath respite from whenever Flint takes more than Oath can give.

It makes Oath’s efforts to creep to the fire barely needed. It’s just a precaution, really.

Flint wouldn’t mind anyway.

He’s sure of it, especially when the fire is so kind to his injuries, soothing the irritation of the poorly done stitching on his arms and the dull ache of his unused wings. He tells himself Flint will just yell if he doesn’t like this, maybe drag him away if he really cared. Nothing too wrong with his feather supply having a warm rest by the fire…

He drifts off into dreamless sleep, the crackling of the fire and Flint’s work fading into the background as he curls his wings around his body.

Of course, good things must always come to an end.

Laying at Flint’s feet, Oath wakes up, blinking away the fog of sleep. He’d fallen asleep in the most uncomfortable position, laying on one of his wings. It tingles as he sits up, pins and needles radiating throughout it and sending sparks up his back.

He’s also coated in a fine layer of ash, the dust covering his skin and trapped in the layers of his hair and feathers.

Oath expects Flint to kick him or prod him away with his crutch. He really shouldn’t have underestimated him, after all he always seems to be having bad days despite his newfound luck. Well… “luck.” Business has been slowly rising for him now that he has an angel to use for potion ingredients. Key word, slowly.

Instead, Oath watches as Flint grabs a blanket and drapes it over his body. For a moment, Oath doesn’t move, he only stares up at Flint’s deep brown eyes. Then he tugs it closed, gripping the fabric.

“…Why?” He asks, running the fabric between his fingers. The blanket isn't very soft, but Oath wants to know why Flint even cares to give it to him.

“I dunno,” Flint says. “Just take it.”

He obeys, not giving it back, but he hunches inwards, thinking hard about it.

Why would you let me dirty your blanket?

Flint’s answer doesn’t satisfy him.

…He’s been oddly kind to Oath for someone who only wants to use him.

Oath sighs. Whatever. He can think about it later. For now, he’s content to lay, satisfied like some stupid pet. After all, the fire is nice, he has a blanket – things could be worse.

He lets the warmth of the fire seep into his bones, clutching the blanket close.

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Nigerian Music - History associated with Nigerian Music

Your music of Nigeria includes many different types of Folk and famous music, some of which might be known worldwide. Varieties of folk music can be related to the thousands of of ethnic communities in the country, each using own techniques, resources, and songs. Small is known about the place's music history just before European contact, even though bronze carvings dating back to to the 16th together with 17th centuries have been completely found depicting pros and their devices.

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Nigeria has been identified as "the heart from African music" for the role in the improvement of West Africa highlife and palm-wine music, which combines native rhythms by means of techniques imported with the Congo for the enhancement of several widely used styles that were distinctive to Nigeria, such as apala, fuji, jùjú, highlife, and Yo-pop. Subsequently, Nigerian music players created their own varieties of United States hip hop popular music and Jamaican reggae. Nigeria's musical results has achieved essential acclaim not only with the fields of persons and popular new music, but also Western fine art music written by composers such as Fela Sowande.

Polyrhythms, in which a couple of separate beats tend to be played simultaneously, undoubtedly are a part of much of conventional African music; Nigeria is no exception. A African hemiola form, based on the asymmetric tempo pattern is an vital rhythmic technique through the entire continent. Nigerian beats also uses ostinato rhythms, in which a rhythmic pattern is done again despite changes within metre.

Nigeria offers some of the most advanced producing studio technology around Africa, and provides tougher commercial opportunities to get music performers. Ronnie Graham, an historian who specialises inside West Africa, has got attributed the achievements of the Nigerian audio industry to the nation's culture-its "thirst designed for aesthetic and materials success and a voracious appetite for life, enjoy and music, [and] a massive domestic market, significant enough to maintain artists who play in regional 'languages' and experiment with native styles". However , politics corruption and uncontrolled music piracy with Nigeria has hampered the industry's advancement.

The 1950s, '60s and '70s

Subsequent World War II, Nigerian music begun to take on new applications and techniques, among them electric instruments brought in from the United States and additionally Europe. Rock NO roll, soul, in addition to later funk, have become very popular in Nigeria, and elements of these kind of genres were included in jùjú by performers such as IK Dairo. Meanwhile, highlife ended up slowly gaining within popularity among the Igbo people, and their own style soon identified a national target market. At the same time, apala's Haruna Ishola was being one of the country's largest stars. In the beginning to mid 1970s, three of the most significant names in Nigerian music history ended up at their top: Fela Kuti, Ebenezer Obey and California king Sunny Ade, as you move the end of that times saw the start of Yo-pop and Nigerian reggae.

Although popular versions such as highlife along with jùjú were presents itself the Nigerian stock chart in the '60s, customary music remained wide-spread. Traditional stars bundled the Hausa Serta Maraya, who was consequently well known that he had been brought to the battlefield during the 1967 Nigerian Civil War to help you lift the comfort of the federal troopers.

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💌books

Cage Lackmann – The Graves of Whitechapel

Calvin Evans – Lessons in Chemistry ( book + TV series )

Dr. Henry Jekyll – Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde ( book + musical )

Fred Weasley – Harry Potter saga ( books + films )

Jacopo Ortis (poly) – Ultime Lettere di Jacopo Ortis

💌films/series/tv shows

Agent Stepdaughter + Gretel + Hansel (poly, with agent stepdaughter + Gretel) – Secret Magic Control Agency

Alva + Jesper Johansen + Mogens (poly, with Alva + Jesper) – Klaus

Anglaigus – Astérix: le Domaine des Dieux ( film + comic )

Aziraphale + Crowley (poly) – Good Omens

B.E.N. – Treasure Planet

Ballister Blackheart (poly) – Nimona

Benjamin Dunn – Mission: Impossible saga

Betterfly – Miraculous World: Paris, les Aventures de Toxinelle et Griffe Noire

Bruno Madrigal – Encanto

Camilo + Carlos Madrigal – Encanto

Chuck – Angry Birds duology

Cinderella – Disney’s Cinderella trilogy

Clopin Trouillefou – Disney’s The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Cloudy – 7 Zwerge trilogy, 💍24.01.2021

Dan – The Voice in Your Head

Diaval – Maleficent duology

Ebenezer Scrooge – Scrooge: a Christmas Carol

Eugene + Rapunzel Fitzherbert (poly) –Disney’s Tangled

Félix Fathom – Miraculous: les Aventures de Ladybug et Chat Noir

Fix-it Felix Jr. – Wreck It Ralph

Grand duke Rainier (nnic) – Disney’s Cinderella trilogy

Griffin – Hotel Transylvania saga

Grinch – Dr. Seuss’ The Grinch (2018)

Harrison Knott – Press Play

Héctor Rivera – Coco

Hermes – Disney’s Hercules

Hickory – Trolls: World Tour

Highston – Highston

Jack + Kio + Noki + Pino – Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarves

Jaq – Disney’s Cinderella trilogy

Joe Bradley – Roman Holiday

John Watson (poly) – BBC’s Sherlock Holmes

Lieutenant Columbo – Columbo

Luke – The Strangers: Prey at Night

Lumiére – The Beauty and the Beast ( films )

Major Major Major – Catch-22

Megamind – Megamind

Miles Miller – Bad Times at the El Royale

Mr. Tumnus - The Chronicles of Narnia

Mugman – The Cuphead Show!

Ned McDodd – Dr. Seuss’ Horton Hears a Who!

Once-ler – Dr. Seuss’ The Lorax, 💍24.07.2022

Owen Taylor – The Starling Girl

Pasunmotdeplus – Astérix aux Jeux Olympiques

Peter Graham – Hereditary

Rhett Abbott – Outer Range

Rigolin – Pil

Robert Floyd – Top Gun: Maverick

Snake – The Bad Guys

Stanley Uris – IT (2017-2019)

Stephen Meeks – Dead Poets Society

Tadashi Hamada – Big Hero 6

Tatsuhiko Shibusawa – Bungō Stray Dogs: Dead Apple ( manga + film )

Thomas Keefer – The Caine Mutiny Court Martial (2023)

Thranduil – The Hobbit trilogy

Timon – The Lion King trilogy

Tin man – Legends of Oz / Fantastic Journey to Oz (separately)

Tristain – Pil

Tulio (poly) – The Road to El Dorado

V – V for Vendetta

Victor Van Dort – Tim Burton’s Corpse Bride

Vincenzo Santorini – Atlantis: the Lost Empire

💌videogames

Aesop Carl – Identity V

Akihiko Satou – Ikemen Vampire

Anatoli – Alchemy Stars

Azul Ashengrotto, 💍06.04.2024 + Jade Leech – Twisted Wonderland ( videogame + manga )

Barbatos + Beelzebub + Lucifer – Obey Me! duology

Barton – Alchemy Stars

Charon – Alchemy Stars

Daniel Schwartz – Alchemy Stars

Dire Crowley + Rook Hunt – Twisted Wonderland ( videogame + manga )

Faust – Alchemy Stars

Florine – Alchemy Stars

Gertzurde – Alchemy Stars

Jane – Alchemy Stars

Johann Georg Faust – Ikemen Vampire

Jola – Alchemy Stars

Jomu – Alchemy Stars

Julian Devorak + Lucio Morgasson – The Arcana

Leo – Alchemy Stars

Leyn + Matthieu – Alchemy Stars

Luke – Alchemy Stars

Moon + Sun – Five Nights at Freddy’s: Security Breach

Narrator – The Stanley Parable

Novio – Alchemy Stars

Roy – Alchemy Stars

Sariel Noir – Ikemen Prince

Steel – Speedy Ninja

Trey Clover – Twisted Wonderland ( videogame + manga )

💌other type of source

Adam – Hellaverse

Adrien Agreste – Miraculous universe

Alastor + Vox – Hellaverse

Asmodeus + Fizzarolli (poly) – Hellaverse

Bane – DC universe

Beetlejuice – Beetlejuice ( musical )

Caine + Jax + Kinger – The Amazing Digital Circus

Doppo Kunikida – Bungō Stray Dogs universe

Edward Nashton – DC universe

Ethan Green – Hatchetfield universe

Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald – Bungō Stray Dogs universe, 💍09.06.2022

Gabriel Adrian (nnic) – Hatchetfield universe

Hank Miller – OC

Henry Hidgens – Hatchetfield universe

Howard Phillips Lovecraft + Nathaniel Hawthorne – Bungō Stray Dogs universe

Johnathon Ohnn / the Spot – Marvel universe

Joker – DC universe

Grell Sutcliff – Kuroshitsuji universe, 💍03.09.2022

Knuckles – Sonic universe

Lucifer – Hellaverse

Luigi – Nintendo universe

Luka Couffaine – Miraculous universe

Marc Anciel + Nathaniel Kurtzberg (poly) – Miraculous universe

Marcus Cubitus – Astérix universe

Mark Connor (nnic) – The Simple Plot of... ( music videos )

Millie + Moxxie Knolastname (poly) – Hellaverse

Motojirō Kajii + Ryūrō Hirotsu – Bungō Stray Dogs universe

Mountain ghoul + Swiss Army ghoul – Ghost ( band )

Nathalie Sancœur – Miraculous universe

Night Owl – Miraculous universe

Ōgai Mori, 💍01.11.2022 + Yukichi Fukuzawa (poly) – Bungō Stray Dogs universe

Patrick Waff + Peter Roghlow (poly) – @scimmy’s OCs

Sparrow – Miraculous universe

Spiderman Noir – Marvel universe

Stolas – Hellaverse

Ted Spankoffski – Hatchetfield universe

Zestial – Hellaverse

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80 years old Ebenezer Obey mourns as his 48-year-old son dies

80 years old Ebenezer Obey mourns as his 48-year-old son dies Legendary Nigerian juju singer Chief Ebenezer Obey has been thrown into mourning as one of his sons, Olalekan Obey Fabiyi, dies at 48. Founder of Best of Nollywood Awards, Seun Oloketuyi, made this revelation on his social media page. Although there is yet to be an official statement regarding the death of Olalekan, reports claim…

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February 11

Proverbs 2:11 Discretion will protect you, and understanding will guard you.

1 Samuel 7:12 Samuel took a stone and set it up between Mizpah and Shen. He named it Ebenezer, saying, “Thus far the Lord has helped us.”

1 Chronicles 28:9 …for the Lord searches all hearts, and understands every intent of the thoughts. If you seek Him, He will let you find Him…

Galatians 6:9 Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.

Colossians 3:12 Since God chose you to be the holy people He loves… clothe yourselves with tenderhearted mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience.

Luke 9:23 Then He said to them all: ‘Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow Me.’

May you not grow weary in waiting, for impatience with God opens the door to many temptations, but tarry till He speaks, occupy until He comes, serve until you are renewed and strengthened, rising up in the joy of His Presence. Exodus 32

May your prayer to God and your purpose in life be to glorify His name, for when that is your sole goal, your heart's desire is aligned with the multitudes of the heavenly host. Exodus 32

May you remain attentive to the voice of the Lord, not engaging in actions or choices which distract your heart from the affections of God, so that you may hear the call and respond with alacrity when the time comes to obey. Exodus 32

May you fully rely on the grace of God, expressed in the mercy found through Christ Jesus, Who alone brings atonement for sin and Whose pardon bring peace, even as He continually today intercedes on your behalf, for Moses himself, though he made no excuses and pleaded for mercy, could not fully turn away God's wrath. Exodus 32

May the Lord guide you clearly along the way He wants you to travel so that you will understand Him and walk acceptably before Him as a friend who has found favor with Him. Exodus 33

May the Lord be pleased with you and teach you His ways so you may know Him and continue to find favor before Him. Exodus 33

May the Lord Himself go with you where He sends you and give you success so that all will know that you have found favor with God and are different from all other people on the face of the earth. Exodus 33

May the Presence of God go with you when He sends you where you are going, for how will anyone know that God is pleased with you unless He goes with you; nothing else will distinguish you from any other person on the face of the earth. Exodus 33

Do not be satisfied, My child, with that which you have, though you have received it from My Word through the revelation of My Spirit. Do not cling to one thing, My dear one, for I have much more to give. Do not resist the learning and training, even though it takes you from what you have become successful in and proficient with. Embrace that which I lead you into through My Word and by My Spirit, for I am bringing you to new skills and fresh knowledge, additional gifts and deeper revelation, wherein you can again develop confidence and experience, for there are still more things you need to do and yet much ministry which My Body requires. My treasure house is wide open to you, My love, and the vast array of precious truths and effective gifts are available to you. Be willing to receive from My Spirit the adorning that He brings to you. As you work on constructing My temple, understand that you will move from a shovel to dig a trench, to a saw to shape a foundation form, to a mixer for the concrete, to a trowel for brick and mortar, to a hammer to nail wood, to a paintbrush to beautify the appearance. Be prepared, always, for the newness of change and the challenge of freshness in My kingdom.

May you learn the precaution of distrusting your own unregenerate heart when it seeks its own safety and protection, and through the bitterness of failure and sorrow for sin, learn from experience to desire the modesty, humility and compassion of Christ in order to be useful to others. Matthew 26

May you see that both Peter and Judas were filled with remorse at their betrayal of Jesus; Peter wept bitterly alone before God in repentance, was strengthened as a result, and never denied Him again, whereas Judas confessed his sin to the chief priests who cared nothing for his remorse and left him in his despair. Matthew 27

May all the joys of the godly well up from your heart in praise to the Lord, for it is right to praise Him and make joyous melodies of praise, composing new songs of praise to God. Psalm 33

May you sing to the Lord a new song, playing skillfully, and shouting for joy, for it is fitting for the upright to praise Him and the righteous to sing to Him joyfully. Psalm 33

May you trust the Lord and be filled by His love with all that is just and good, for all God's words are right and everything He does is worthy of our trust; the earth is filled with His tender love. Psalm 33

May you freely and willingly join everyone in the fear of the Lord as you stand in awe before Him, for when He merely spoke, the world began, and appeared at His command, and with a breath He can scatter the plans of all who oppose Him, but His plan stands forever for His intentions are the same for every generation. Psalm 33

May you listen to godly counsel and not refuse it, so that you may be wise. Proverbs 8:33

May you be so anxious to have wisdom from God that you watch daily at the “gate” and wait outside of His “residence,” for whoever finds wisdom, finds life and wins approval from the Lord. Proverbs 8:34-35

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