#I wrote a small thing just to play with describing her appearance

[ajortga]

shes a shooting star

pairing: vada cavell x fem reader

a/n: this is a request story for @czalzver and i had time today so i wrote this vada little story up, this was so cute! thank u for ur request!

for anyone who's wondering, i'm still writing lead pt.2 so i'll get that out soon!

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A soft hum of music was playing gently in the speakers of Vada's car. It was dark, your eyes were closed and you snored peacefully as you rested on the passenger seat.

Vada snuck small glances at you as she drove across the road, a small smile forming on her lips as your breaths filled the symphony of the car.

-

Since Vada could remember, you loved the stars, the constellations that filled the night sky with the small sparkles fascinated you. You used to go with your mother who had taken you every month to your hometown.

Now things were different. You were older now and you weren't in your hometown, the stars didn't shine as brightly as they used to from where you're at.

Vada noticed your talks about stars, you seemed to have a soft spot for stars, or anything related to astronomy at all.

So she decided she would grant your wish when she overheard your whispers when a shooting star shone across the night sky one day.

-

The car began to come to a stop, the soft light of lanterns leading the pathway to the grassy field in the breezy dawn night.

The car stopped, Vada looked over to you, in a deep sleep as she nudged your shoulder, unbuckling her seatbelt to lean across the passenger seat, kissing your nose.

She cupped your ear, a soft whisper sounding in your ear. "Y/N, we're here my love. Open your eyes silly."

You shifted a little, your eyes fluttering open to see Vada, it was dark, but her warm eyes never failed to glisten.

She smiled at your small stir, "I want to show you my appreciation, to finally let you experience a hidden memory long ago, come on, let's see the stars."

You rubbed your eyes, exhaling a small yawn as she giggled, opening the car door for you as if you were a princess.

Well, you were, in her eyes.

A tired grin twitched on your lips, your small dimples showing. It made her feet wobble every time as you took her hand and walked out the car.

A comfortable silence was met between you and Vada, your hands intertwined as you walked down the road, the rocks and dirt crunching each step you took.

The trees blocked the sky until you could see more lanterns appearing as the chatters of people came into sense, the cold breeze blowing gently against your short-sleeve shirt.

"I can't believe you drove me two hours to go here," you whisper, placing a soft peck to her lips as she smiles back, showing gratitude.

"You know I would do anything, if it meant swimming across the Atlantic ocean to see you smile, and I know how much this means to you- oh.."

"wow.." you both whispered at the same time as the sky shifted into view, the trees behind you.

It was.. So pretty.

You couldn't come up with any words that could describe this view.

It was just as nostalgic and memorable as you could remember. A string of millions of stars dancing in the moonlight, it was something that night could never do alone.

The stars shone to light the night, the brightest light to admire dawn besides the campfire you sat at, your body snuggled against hers.

"You used to tell me how much you loved to go star watching at night when you were seven. You told me that it was the greatest view you might have ever landed eyes on. I think you were right," she whispered as the fire crackled and sparked, causing her eyes to brighten.

A ribbon of blue purple white and yellow mixing together at dawn, you felt grateful, a sense of nostalgia washing over you as you pointed.

"Do you see those lines of stars that shine just a little more brightly than the others?" You whispered, Vada's eyes aligning with the tip of your finger, she nodded.

"That's Orion," you whisper, "It's one of the most visible when you go stargazing."

The aura of the light slightly shone as Vada hugged you, kissing your forehead, "So, you were an astronomy nerd?"

You gigged in response, thoughtfully, "I guess you could say that," as you continued to watch the stars.

-

The stars were like your best friend when you were younger.

Ever since you were little, your parents knew that you were a shy soul, nimble footsteps away whenever a child approached you, stuttery quiet words, even though you were the best speller in class.

You were sweet, pretty, not the nerdy quiet kids, just a humble, sweet and quiet little girl who gave shy nods whenever a teacher asked you if you wanted a snack at the playground.

You sat alone at lunch, besides the boys who attempted to approach you every two days to try and talk to you, you just hid away, mumbling apologies with a small smile.

No one talked bad or talked about you, and you were grateful.

But you needed someone to talk to that made you feel comfort.

As much as you wish your family did, they just couldn't always understand.

So when night gathered, you would open your curtains and step out the balcony, climbing on to the roof.

On some nights, the moon was there, you could barely see Saturn at some times to.

But the stars were always there.

You didn't know why, but your best friend were the stars.

You just couldn't figure out why.

They were so small, yet you could see them, all the visible stars were spread out.

That was like you, just a little girl who was away from others, even when they saw her.

Maybe it was because even when you were alone at night, it was always assured at least one star would be shining.

Eager to listen. That's what you needed.

Someone to talk to and just listen, nothing else, no talking no advice.

Just listening and letting you know that it was going to be okay.

..

Still years later, you weren't so alone anymore, but you weren't going to leave something that has been with you for so long and has never abandoned you.

It was weird to say, but stars were still something..

Someone you could rely on, it was there when no one was.

That's what you thought, until you met Vada.

-

You had brought a telescope, it wasn't old, but you had it since your mother had gave it to you when you were eight, every month when you were younger, you would take it with you and she would have to carry it because you were too small to be able to carry such a heavy object.

Now you were older, you carried it with ease and it reminded you how much you've come along the way. Your mother had seen you grow and because of your distance, you and her could never stay long to watch the stars together. Even if you did, you know it wouldn't have been the same feeling as when you were seven.

But what you were experiencing now was close enough. As if you were experiencing being a little kid again.

Vada always had the ability to make you feel like that, like you were the only girl in the world.

You positioned your telescope to the horizon, your knees bending down as you smiled, the telescope placing right where you wanted it to be.

You pulled away, your hand gently taking Vada's wrist, "Come here."

She carefully stood as the breeze began to blow a little harder, your hands around her waist. Her eyes focused on the small telescope, squinting.

"That's Saturn, it's small but when you see it up close, its rings enchant you. Okay.. Now slowly move the telescope to the right and lift it up diagonally."

You kissed her forehead, her hand wrapped around yours, "I see the moon," she whispered softly.

The breeze roars gently once again, making you shiver, especially in thin clothing like this.

Vada notices, takes off her jacket immediately and drapes it gently over your shoulders, giving the top of your head a little nose nuzzle.

You wrap her warm jacket around you, it fit you perfectly, like it was made for you, oversized, the way you love it. It smells just like her, her slightly sweet scent with gentle musk invading your senses in just the right way.

Warmness swept through you like waves crashing on the sand.

How could Vada's belongings share more warmth than a big campfire?

"Isn't it just so pretty?" You whispered, watching the sky with so much love and captivation.

"Your eyes remind me of the night sky," Vada says with a sing-song voice. "If you're not near, I turn to the stars and moon. Because I love you to the moon and back."

"I love you too." You whisper, your voice marked with sincerity as she kisses you, presses her body against yours.

Vada could swear your eyes sparkled as brightly as the shiniest star that night.

[vintagetvstars]

Bea Arthur Vs. Lily Tomlin

Propaganda

Bea Arthur - (Golden Girls, Maude) - Okay okay where do I even start!! Bea Arthur is incredibly attractive. She has a SUPER deep voice (stunning), a sort of regal, statuesque way of moving and talking, and she can kill you with a single piercing look. Like seriously. Her Looks have become a thing in both shows she plays a lead character in. Did I mention: TWO characters were *written for her*!! When she did Maude in 1972, she'd appeared on All in the Family as a side character and the people there loved her so much they went "this woman needs her own TV show". SO THEY WROTE IT. And made 6 seasons of it. That's how good she is. When the pilot for The Golden Girls was written, creator Susan Harris described the part that Bea would end up playing as a "Bea Arthur type" before they'd even cast her in the role. She was Jewish, she served as a typist and truck driver in the marines during WWII, she had a whole career off and on Broadway behind her by the time she started her career in television, and she was an ally to the gay community — there's even a shelter for homeless queer youth named after her. And did I mention her voice?? Because she can sing too!

Lily Tomlin - (Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In, Saturday Night Live, Murphy Brown) - “Lily Tomlin is, I believe, a great artist. I find that her work succeeds on every level: She is a great actress; she is a brilliant comedienne; she is a coruscating commentator on our times and on her place in the world; she is frighteningly clear in her ability to see and to share what entered her mind and her heart; she is amazingly generous with her material. The final point is one that you will not understand until you begin to create your own work, and you will know the brutal difference between those who give a great deal and those who give according to fashion and whim. Trust me when I tell you this is a brutal point.” — Tennessee Williams

Master Poll List of the Hot Vintage TV Ladies Bracket

Additional propaganda below the cut

Bea Arthur:

She was just so funny and compelling onscreen. She had great timing. And she was beautiful no matter what age and she was an incredibly LGBT+ ally.

I think it's a very common experience to start watching The Golden Girls and immediately develop a crush on Dorothy Zbornak - and it's not a coincidence. Between her statuesque figure, her regal poise, her sharp wit and her wonderful, deep voice, Bea Arthur brings so much to the table that it's impossible not to be head-over-heels in love with her from the very first moment she appears on screen. Career-wise, she's a legend of the small screen; she received the third most Emmy nominations for Lead Actress in a Comedy Series (an incredible 9!). Her guest appearance as Maude in All in the Family impressed both the public and the executives so much that they made a spin-off series *especially for her*. She led Maude - the sitcom - for six incredible seasons to critical and public acclaim, and this would already be enough to nominate her among the greats, but then - as the true queen she was - she went on to star into *another* legendary show, The Golden Girls, as *another* legendary character, Dorothy, and won another Emmy (as well as several nominations) for it, just because she could. As for her private life, she was known as a private, introverted person, who loved the simple things in life; all her fellow TV stars (including Angela Lansbury, who was a dear friend of hers) recall her as a kind, decent person and a wonderful professional, with impeccable work ethic and truly immaculate comedic timing. We do not support the military complex here, but we do support girlbosses winning, so let me just mention that she was one of the first women (ever!) to join the US marines; she was also a licensed medical technician. All in all - a legendary lady who definitely deserves your vote!

how many people can dress up as the Statue of Liberty and look this good?

have you ever seen a woman so beautiful you started crying

MOTHER

soft butch queen. Who else could rock a papillon like that?!?

1982 Bea Arthur - Fifty Percent.avi

Beatrice Arthur, Down in the Depths, 1980 TV

Lily Tomlin:

She's beautiful and hilarious! Her smile is so bright! photo of her and her partner Jane Wagner:

[kyriethesquishysquid]

Betrayal Never Felt So Good (König/Fem!Reader) Chapter 1

You can find Chapter 2 here, Chapter 3 here, Chapter 4 here, Chapter 5 here, and Chapter 6 here!

Summary: The reader is a military nurse currently employed by Shadow Company. She was sent out with a small team into the middle of nowhere to gain intel on the enemy, her presence only a precaution as it should have been an easy in-and-out mission. Unfortunately for the Shadow team, KorTac had also been working on a lead in the same area. One thing led to another and the reader was forced to watch as her team was slaughtered mercilessly. Rather than kill her as well, she was taken back as a hostage and kept captive by the group's colonel, König.

Word Count: ~8.5K

Rating: Mature (For Smut)

A/N: To preface this story - I’ve never played the storyline of any COD games, nor do I know a damn thing about the military, much less special forces, so there will be inaccuracies galore, but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless! My take on König is somewhere between the headcanons of him being a ruthless psycho and a shy bean. Also, don’t come at me with complaints of this not being realistic, please. This is fanfic, loves. It doesn’t have to be realistic. Plus, if I was the one captured by this tree of a man and he was interested? Morals and reality be damned. I’m hopping on that train lmfao. Also, I wrote this entire thing in less than 24 hours and was too eager to post it to do a bunch of editing, so please excuse any errors!

Important Details: Occasional use of Y/N. Reader appearance is left vague but is described in little details such as being short (no exact height used), chubby, and with hair at least long enough to be pulled back. This story is essentially porn with plot, so literally over half of this is smut.

TW: Body shaming, violence, and attempted assault from random asshole #1. A few insecurities surrounding weight by the reader. Canon violence toward others by König. Super fast burn, unprotected sex, oral, fingering, Dom/Sub, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, suggested Stockholm syndrome (but really reader is just a touch-starved, thirsty bitch for Gentle!Giant König), pet names (in English and German), bad German translations bc I’m a lame monolingual American, no beta we die like the jackass Graves. Crappy Translations:

Ich werde dich mit deinen eigenen Eingeweiden füttern, bevor du diesen Satz beenden kannst! - I will feed you your own intestines before you can finish that sentence!

Maus- Mouse

Süßes mädchen - Sweet girl

Heilige Scheiße/Scheiße - Holy shit/shit

Mein schatz - My darling

Mein Gott - My god

Kleines - Little one

Verdammt, sieh dich an, kleine Maus - Damn, look at you, little mouse.

Oh, du kleine Füchsin! - Oh, you little vixen!

It was probably stupid. Scratch that, you knew it was stupid, but you couldn’t help but enjoy the company of the large Austrian man before you. Despite being the one to kidnap you and keep you tied up in this basement-like room for almost a full day now, the conversation had been flowing between you two like you were good friends. Maybe it was the gentle way he was treating you. Maybe it was the fact he’d kept his promises to you thus far. No matter the reason, you knew it was dangerous, this trust growing between you and him, but you were going to lean into it nonetheless.

“Hey, uh, I- I promise I’m not complaining but… why haven’t you, ya know, hurt me yet?” you asked softly. 

König let out a heavy sigh, his mask fluttering around his face temptingly before he dropped back into his chair. It was hard to see his eyes from across the room but you were certain he was staring at you nonetheless. His gaze was heavy anytime it was on you, palpable in a way that made goosebumps crawl over your skin. 

“You’ve given me no reason to,” he replied after a moment, “And, in all honesty, you weren’t our original target. In fact, it should have been anyone but you.”

You almost asked why, but he was quick to continue his explanation as if he hadn’t even stopped. 

“You’re a nurse, ja? A nurse who does not see combat often, according to the intel we’ve been able to gather about your team, and that means you have little to no information we need.”

A warmth crept up your neck as he casually talked about you as if you were nothing of import, essentially a useless captive. It made your heart sting in an odd way. 

“Ah… I see,” you hummed quietly. 

“So now, we wait until your squadmates come in for the rescue, and then we get what we need from them.” 

You managed a little nod but it stopped short when an embarrassingly loud rumble emanated from your stomach. Eyes widening, you nervously glanced his way to see if he’d caught it, only to find him getting to his feet. 

“My apologies. You’ve been here quite some time with nothing but water. Let me go grab something for you.”

Before you could argue, he was out in the hallway, instructing one of the guards to step inside and keep an eye on you until he returned. The instant the young brunette stepped into the room, something felt off. Why? You weren’t sure. Maybe it’s just because you’d grown used to the “comfort” of your kidnapper. More than likely though, it was the way he was staring at you. 

As you were stewing in your thoughts, trying to figure out your emotions, the man crossed the room and stopped at your feet with a laugh.  

“So, you’re the broad the colonel’s been hiding? Interesting.”

The man’s words were spit with pure vile and reeked of danger. You instinctively leaned away when he reached out for your face and the disobedience was quickly rewarded with a hefty smack, tearing a cry of shock from your lips. While the sting was painful, it was nothing worse than you’d experienced before. Unfortunately, you knew he wasn’t going to stop there, the leer in his eyes enough to make your stomach uneasy as he stalked in circles around you like a predator to its prey.

“A little round for my taste, but I can see it. The colonel must have a thing for soft and small. Probably because he’s a fucking mountain. Opposites attract and all that jazz,” he snickered, “Too bad the bastard is too scared to just take what he wants. But don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not a little bitch like him.”

Hearing him talk about König in such a way did weird things to your body. Anger began to rear its head. What kind of person talked about their commanding officer that way? You may not have been a full-blown soldier in the practical sense but you could never imagine speaking filth like that about your superiors. 

“Just because you lack the self-control to be a decent human like him doesn’t mean everyone does,” you bit out through a glare, “I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last human on earth.” 

He paused, eyebrows flying up in surprise, and, for one silly little moment, you’d thought you’d gotten through to him. Then reality struck hard with his fist across your face. A scream escaped your lips as the pain finally registered through the shock, your cheek aching to the heavens. 

“Now, see, you just had to go and be a smart ass. And here König talked about how compliant you were. Don’t tell me you got a hardon for the colonel, sweetheart,” he touted with a cackle, “And, for your information, it wasn’t a request. Either you can suck it up and make this easy, or I’ll take what I want either way.” 

Before he could do anything more, you tilted your head back and screamed, long and loud, for König. Of course that wasn’t allowed for very long. His second punch cut you off instantly, causing your vision to swim as you cried out again. You could hear him mutter something under his breath and you brought your eyes up only to find him drawing his fist back once more. 

“Fuck!”

You braced for impact, tears slipping down your cheeks through your clenched eyes, but the sound of a door crashing open interrupted his assault. The sound of a solid thud and a scream of pain tore your attention to the sudden group piling into the room, then more specifically to your captor-turned-savior pinning your assailant to the floor by one knee on the smaller man’s back, his arms wrenched behind him in a way that looked horrifying. He was snarling words in a mixture of German and English but you weren’t able to make out a single thing as you watched on in awe while he slammed the man’s face repeatedly into the concrete floor. 

“You are lucky I don’t kill you now!” König thundered, voice echoing through the room. 

“I- I’m sorry, I-”

“Nein! Ich werde dich mit deinen eigenen Eingeweiden füttern, bevor du diesen Satz beenden kannst!”  

Shivers crawled up your spine at the ruthless aggression in König’s voice. It was new, unexpected, and you were suddenly even more grateful not to have been on the receiving end of his anger. 

“Take him to his room and see to it that he does not leave. I will deal with him later,” König hissed, shoving the now bruised and bloody soldier toward the two at the door. 

“Yes, colonel, right away, sir.”

The moment the door closed, he deflated, shoulders slumping as he pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered something under his breath. You watched carefully as he closed the gap between the two of you. 

“I’m sorry, maus, are you hurt?” 

And instantly, it was like that war-hardened soldier had never existed, replaced once again by the gentleman you’d spent the last few hours with. You shook your head slightly and watched him kneel before you. A little smile twitched up the corners of your lips in amusement as you realized he was still taller on his knees than you were sitting in the chair.

“Nothing that I can’t handle anyway,” you replied quietly, voice trailing off as his hands cupped your face gently.

His touch was tender in ways you hadn’t expected as he shifted your head around, taking in the damage with a sigh. Thankfully, other than a sore and swollen cheek, that asshole hadn’t gotten the chance to do anything more before König had returned. 

“Thank you.” 

The giant before you froze, looking as surprised as you felt. Had you really just thanked your captor? Face warming, you watched him watch you. You could have taken it back, but not only would that have been weird, it would have been a lie. Because as far as hostage situations went, this was the best one you could imagine, and he had just saved you from one of his own when he could have turned a blind eye. Instead, you waited patiently for him to react.

“Hurting someone defenseless is cowardly,” he muttered lowly.

So the infamously ruthless König had an honor code. Interesting. That explained a lot, really. If it weren’t for the fact you’d seen him kill multiple of your allied Shadows with a brutality unparalleled, you’d think he wasn’t the revered Operator he really was. The silence grew in leaps and bounds, a strange charge in the air between you, until the moment was interrupted by another untimely growl of your stomach.

“Ah, yes, food!”

He grabbed a brown paper bag from beside the door and brought it over only to pause once he was in front of you once more. 

Confused, you watched on as his eyes darted around you in obvious thought before you finally broke the silence with a soft, “König?”

As if snapped out of a trance, he rushed over and snagged the black folding chair from across the room just to plop it loudly on the floor at your feet. He quickly took a seat and started opening the bag.

“I apologize but I can’t exactly unbind you,” he spoke softly, “Not yet, anyway.”

Your heart began to race at the implication. He was going to feed you. It was hard to decipher how you felt about it, a potent mixture of surprise, adoration, lust, and embarrassment hitting you all at once. 

“O-Oh, okay,” you mumbled.

Eyes lowering, you watched in interest as he carefully peeled an apple and cut it into bite-sized slices with a fancy-looking pocket knife. It was hilarious how tiny his massive hands made the fruit seem. All humor drained from your thoughts when he picked up a piece and slowly brought it your way. 

König’s eyes were wide beneath the sniper hood when you glanced up but you quickly dropped your gaze once more self-consciously as you parted your lips. Before you could stop it, a mortifying moan of delight fled your lips as you crunched into the deliciously sweet fruit, but you couldn’t find enough fucks to care as the hunger in your belly ramped up. When he picked up the next piece, you preemptively opened your mouth in wait. 

This continued on for quite some time in a comfortable silence until you swallowed the last piece and you almost whined at the loss. Thankfully, it seemed he wasn’t done. He snagged a block from the bag next and your mouth watered as you finally realized it was a brick of cheese. Surprising, but delicious and welcomed nonetheless. The cheese passed much quicker as it was a small chunk and you couldn’t help but watch in elation as he grabbed another thing from the bag. It appeared to be the last of the food because he crumbled up the paper sack and tossed it aside before opening up the little red box. 

“Do you like dark chocolate?” he asked suddenly. 

A grin spread across your lips as you nodded a little too eagerly. 

“Of course!”

You couldn’t tell for certain, thanks to the mask, but you were sure he smiled with the way his eyes crinkled at the corners. Why was that cute? That shouldn’t have been cute. 

“These are from Germany,” he explained warmly, “A brand called Schogetten.” 

He broke off one of the small pieces and brought it to your already parted lips. As the sweet morsel melted across your tongue, you went limp in disbelief, a little whine muffled in your closed mouth. You don’t know if it was because you hadn’t eaten in almost a day, or if it was the fact it was different than your usual chocolate back home, but the flavor was unparalleled. If all your dignity hadn’t already gone through the window, you wouldn’t have certainly lost it for that chocolate. 

Piece after piece, he fed you dutifully and silently, until you were too full for more. 

“I’m- I’m glad you enjoyed that.”

His voice was low, huskier than before, and it sent flutters through your heart. 

Feeling much more relaxed and comfortable, you had to smile back in response, carefully nudging your foot against his much larger boot. 

“Thank you for sharing it with me,” you replied.

That familiar weight of his gaze was on you once more but it didn’t take long to figure out why, one hand reaching out and steadying your face while his other thumb came to wipe your bottom lip. 

“You have some chocolate here,” he mumbled.

It was sweet of him to help when you would have had no way of knowing. The feelings of adoration dissolved into something much darker when his hand went beneath his hood and you heard the audible pop of his thumb leaving his mouth. 

OH.

It seemed he realized what he was doing at the same time as you, his posture going rigid as his eyes widened. A soft curse left him as he suddenly jerked his hand back down. 

“I apologize. I don’t know what came over me.” 

Fuck. Was this Stockholm syndrome? Did that set in this quickly? It wasn’t exactly a topic you’d researched much in your nursing classes. If it was… it certainly wasn’t a bad feeling. 

Biting your lower lip, you tried to steady your breath as the flutters in your chest grew stronger. 

“It’s okay,” you assured him.

Another bout of silence filled the space between you both, but this time you were practically vibrating in your seat from the anxious excitement thumping in your veins. As you stared into his half-lidded eyes, your thoughts went wild. 

What was going to happen now? There was a static charge in the air and it made your skin bump up. How long did you have before your team came? Were they coming? Did you even want them to come now? 

Your thoughts were brought to a screeching halt when he lunged forward, hands cradling your face carefully as his mouth smashed painfully hard against yours. It was a delicate juxtaposition and your brain took a few long seconds to register what was happening, but the instant you realized he was kissing you, you melted into it with a moan. The scratch of the hood against your lips was a unique texture but not entirely unpleasant, although you’d much rather have his lips bare. 

The chair creaked with a loud groan as you tipped forward, eager for more of the Austrian and frustrated by the rope keeping you bound. 

A huff of annoyance slipped out as you snapped beneath your breath, “Fucking rope!”

“Süßes mädchen,” König groaned low in his throat.

He pulled away just as suddenly as he’d started and you actually did whine out at that, not caring how pitiful you sounded, until you saw him take out the pocketknife. Fear bubbled acridly in your throat as you swallowed hard, eyes pinned to the blade as he flicked it out. König hadn’t hurt you yet. There was no reason to think he would now… right? 

It became painfully obvious that your intuition was right when he stepped behind you and fingered the ropes. 

“Stay still, maus, I don’t want to hurt you.”

You did as instructed and we were rewarded with the freedom to move as the rope snapped and fell away. With a long, loud, groan, you leaned back and stretched up to the ceiling, a dopey smile painted on your face as you loosened all the stiff muscles. As you relaxed back into the chair, you found König in front of you once more, almost looking nervous in his stiff posture. 

“Thank you,” you said warmly. 

When you stood, you were made acutely aware of just how short you were compared to him. You’d known he was tall but seeing him now, how far you had to crane your neck back to meet his gaze, it was so different. 

“I’m trusting you not to try anything.”

His voice was tight, whether from excitement or worry you weren’t sure, and you immediately knew how you wanted to prove your trustworthiness. Grabbing one of his massive hands in both of yours, you pulled him over to the cot in the back corner of the room. It was almost comical how easily he followed you and allowed you to push him to sit on the bed but, as you stepped between his knees and got face to face, there was no denying who was actually in charge when your eyes met. If his physical presence wasn’t enough to deter you, the power in those beautiful blues was reminder enough. 

“I think I owe you, for being so kind and for saving me,” you whispered, hands cupping his jaw to mimic the hold he’d had on you, “If that’s okay, sir.” 

When he didn’t stop you, you took the chance to kiss him again. It was even better the second time around. The groan he let out against your lips was pornographic and you found your knees weakening as his arms wrapped around your thighs, hands resting right below your ass. It didn’t take long for your desire to overwhelm your thoughts and you broke the kiss with a gasp of air, carefully lowering to your knees between his legs. What you weren’t expecting was the absolute mind fuck it was to see such a big man looming above you, nor the way seeing his thick thighs on either side of your head would make your pussy throb. 

“Well, süßes mädchen?” he teased, leaning back onto his hands. 

What a sight that was; Black shirt pulled so tight across his body that every ridge of his muscles bumped through, dark green cargo pants now sporting a growing bulge, the intensity of his gaze staring you down with something akin to amusement and delight. 

You could feel your hands shaking as you reached up. What little confidence you had previously was beginning to wane at the realization that you were going to actually be allowed to touch this adonis of a man. Taking a deep breath, you steeled your nerves and got on with it. To his credit, König didn’t push you to speed it up. In fact, he praised you softly with each touch. By the time you were pulling on his boxers to get his cock out, you were beyond soaked and arousal hummed like a bee through your body. The way it slapped against his stomach once free didn’t help your predicament one single bit. 

“Holy shit.”

You weren’t a virgin by any means but the size of him made you pause in shock. Of course. A giant man would have a giant cock. What else did you expect? It was surprisingly beautiful too; surrounded by trimmed blonde hair, thick, long, and curved, flushed tip leaking and just begging to be sucked. 

Swallowing hard, you let your fingers wrap around him and moaned when your fingers didn’t meet. If you were lucky enough to do more than suck him off, you were going to be sore… blissfully, happily, sore. 

“Ah, scheiße, ja. That’s it, maus,” he purred, cock twitching in your hand. 

Your face warmed under the praise. Leaning forward on your knees, you braced your hand against one of his thick thighs before bringing your lips to the tip of his cock, pressing a gentle kiss to the sensitive skin. The hiss he drew in was delightfully guttural. You needed to hear more of him, needed to earn that praise and pay him back for his unprovoked kindness. Slowly, you moved down his cock, planting kiss after kiss until you came to the base. He was nearly vibrating with need when you finally poked your tongue out, tracing up the veins branching along the underside. 

With the way his body tensed, you’d almost thought you’d done something wrong but then his hand was in your hair, pulling it back as he guided your mouth to his head again. 

“Stop teasing or I’ll bend you across my lap, Y/N,” he commanded gruffly. 

The way your name sounded coming from his lips was deadlier than any poison. You wanted to hear it again and again, whispered in your ears and against your skin. Fuck. 

Oh, and the mental images. How did you tell him that you wouldn’t mind him spanking you at all? Hmm, an option for later, maybe? Pushing the thoughts aside, you finally gave in to your temptations and licked up the precum around his head before taking him into your mouth. 

“Heilige Scheiße!” 

His moan was heavenly in the most sinful ways, only rivaled by the little breathless whimpers he let out as you hollowed out your cheeks and slowly sucked him down. You knew there was no way you’d be able to fit the entirety of him, your jaw already aching from the stretch, but you were going to fit as much as humanly possible. Inch by difficult inch, you took him until he was pressing dangerously hard against your throat. Unfortunately, you couldn’t get your body to relax enough to take him in- your body’s self-preservation too strong- but you quickly thought of a loophole. 

Pulling back suddenly, you gasped out, “Push me down.”

“Huh?”

Giving him a coy smile, you said, “I know I can’t push past my body’s limits, but you can fix that. I want you in my throat so, please, just… push me down?”

His entire being shuddered and he took in a sharp breath as if he were going to argue, but finally, he relented with a nod. Flashing him a wink, you wrapped your lips around him once more.

“Take a breath,” he instructed softly. 

You barely got a lungful in before he arched into your face. Tears welled up in your eyes as he thrust in deep, saliva pooling in your mouth as you gagged around him, but you were able to relax just enough for him to push through. Mortification clawed at your brain as both tears and drool spilled out the instant he began to fuck your mouth, but worse was the embarrassing noises that escaped your throat. Thankfully he didn’t seem as perturbed by them, possibly even enjoying them if his groans were any indication. 

Blinking away the tears, you looked up at him and were rewarded with a pained moan.

“Scheiße, kleines maus, you look so perfect like this,” he groaned, “That pretty little mouth feels so- ah- so good.”

When he let you up, you inhaled a quick breath before going back down. Now feeling more comfortable with the sensations, you brought your hands back into play, one pumping the base of his cock while the other wiggled beneath his boxers to stroke his balls. It wasn’t long before you could hear little frantic whimper leaving his lips. The way his breath hitched and his fingers tightened painfully in your hair told you all you needed. You quickened your pace and played into the sucking noises that he seemed to relish. 

“A-Ah, fuck, I’m going to cum. B-Bitte. Bitte, bitte, bitte. Don’t stop!”

A flush of heat rushed through your core and you couldn’t help but moan around him. Something about hearing such a powerful man reduced to a pleasured mess was both arousing and flattering. His strangled gasp was the only warning you got before he slammed you down, hips arching into your face as his cock throbbed in your throat. 

Eyes burning and throat aching, you managed to pull up just enough to breathe and used your saliva to pump his cock faster. 

“Come for me, König, please,” you begged him weakly before taking him in your mouth again, your tongue laving his head lovingly. 

Almost instantly, he broke, rope after rope of cum filling your mouth as he groaned your name. As you looked up at him, you wished you could see his face, see more than just the squint of his eyes as you sucked him dry. Unfortunately, you knew you couldn’t ask that of him… yet. Maybe if you were lucky enough to be around him more, eventually you could earn that trust. 

It wasn’t until he was shuddering and tugging on your hair that you finally pulled back, content that he’d ridden out that wave as long as he could. A satisfied smile curled up your lips as you leaned your head against his thigh and watched him intently. The heavy rise and fall of his chest was enrapturing. What would it feel like to curl up against him and use those muscles as a pillow? 

You were torn from your daydreams when he patted his other thigh. 

“Up, now,” he demanded. 

Lifting your brows in shock, you let him guide you up onto the cot and sat on his thighs as commanded. 

“Yes, sir?” you asked curiously. 

König didn’t answer. Instead, a hand came to the back of your skull and jerked you forward while he sat up, a squeal of shock escaping as you fell against him hard. Before you could question him, a mouth was over yours. A decidedly bare mouth. No hood to impede it. Realization sent a shiver through your body and you couldn’t help but reach up and hold his jaw. Prickles of a shadow beard tickled your palms and fingers with each caress. There was no denying his jaw was strong, angular almost, as you soaked in the sensations. God you wanted to see him even more now. Your exploration was cut short when you felt the breach of a tongue between your lips and a hand between your thighs simultaneously. 

“König,” you gasped out softly against his mouth.

The chuckle he let out caused your core to clench in need.

“You didn’t think that I was done with you, did you, maus?”

He didn’t give you the chance to respond, tongue filling your mouth with vigor as you melted into him. You were suddenly very thankful that you’d been captured in your pajamas when his hand slipped easily beneath the elastic waist of your silky shorts. He let out a hungry groan when his fingers came into direct contact with your skin. 

“No panties?” he asked, amusement and lust heavy in his voice, “How lucky for me.” 

His words made you blush but the embarrassment was easily forgotten when one long finger ran down your cunt, tracing your slit in teasing strokes. 

“You’re already so wet, mein schatz.”

A broken snicker fled your lips as he tenderly slid two fingers between your lips and you whimpered out, “It’s not my fault you’re- fuck!” 

“I’m what?” he teased.

He made it impossible to respond, the calloused pad of his fingers making little swirls around your nub, just on the right side of not enough. 

“You-You’re, fuck, you’re- Ugh, you’re making it hard to talk!” you squeaked out. 

König let out a long rumbling laugh that felt way too nice against your chest. 

“Try, maus, tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Fuck, you’re so sweet, and you’re big, and your eyes are beautiful, and- and-” a pitiful squeal interrupted your train of thought when he slowly slipped a single finger into your cunt. 

“Annnd?” he purred. 

“I love your voice, fuck, I could listen to you read a dictionary!” you groaned.

“Mmm, good girl.”

Your knees went weak and your cunt clenched around his finger as your eyes flew open to meet his in surprise. 

“Ah, you like that, hmm? You like to hear what a good girl you’re being for me?” he asked, not-so-subtly grinding up against you with an already hardening bulge, “You’re being absolutely perfect, mein schatz. This little cunt gripping so tight. Almost as tight as your throat was on my cock. I’m almost afraid to take you.”

“No, please, please do, please! I can take it!” 

“Oooh, I know you can, süßes mädchen, don’t worry,” he hummed, quickening his finger as he twisted his palm to rest against your clit. 

Your forehead fell against his shoulder in utter defeat as you lost all inhibitions, grinding down against his palm with each thrust he gave. It was ridiculous how close you already felt with so little stimulation but there was no denying the ways your walls were flutter around him. Pleasure swirled through your core, growing tighter and tighter, until all you could think about was how fucking good he felt and how you wanted his cock in you, now.

A needy whimper fell from your lips when he suddenly pulled his hand away and you jerked back in his lap to stare at him in disbelief. 

“Wha-” 

Your voice went silent as you watched the way his tongue cleaned up his glistening fingers with a moan. Fuck. That was it. You were good and ruined. 

“I want to make sure you are good and ready, mein schatz, so lay down for me.”

Before you could even move, he picked you up as if you were nothing and dumped you onto the cot. It took a second for your brain to catch up, too shocked by the show of strength, and by then he was lying on the comically small bed on his stomach, mouth pressing hungry kisses to the insides of your soft thighs. 

“Mein Gott, you are so beautiful,” he groaned quietly, “So soft. So sweet.”

Instinctively, you slapped your hands over your face and let out a whine. No way was this beast of a man not only going down on you, but he was going to kill you with compliments while he did it. 

Almost instantly, your hands were thrown aside and you gaped at him in confusion, only to see his full lips curved up into a smirk, mask tucked behind his ears to expose even more of his beautiful features.

“None of that now. You will not hide from me. I want to see that pretty face when I make you scream.” 

Yep. You were dead. Dead and gone to heaven. When they raided the camp, you had just been killed with all your allies and this was some fucked up kind of reward for all your good deeds. 

All existential thoughts were wiped clean from your mind when you felt him tugging your shorts down. You quickly helped him, unable to stop the giggle that escaped when he tossed them aside with a curse. And then you were bare before him. He looked like a man starved and you were given no warning before he dived in. 

“Oh, fuck!” you gasped. 

Big hands wrapped around your thighs and tugged you closer, throwing your legs over his shoulders before moving to part your lips for his tongue. Before you could get used to the sensation, he thrust two fingers in your cunt, punching all the air from your lungs. 

“Scheiße kleines,” he groaned against your skin, “You taste so good. I could live between these thighs.” 

It was all too much. The swirl of his tongue on your clit, the girth of his fingers pressing oh-so-perfectly against that sweet spot only your toys could reach, the feel of his facial hair scraping against your sensitive skin. And then he added a third finger into the mix. 

“Ho-Holy fuck! König, ohmygodfuck!” 

You nearly collapsed in around him but he was quick to catch your legs, holding them apart with a hand and elbow on either side, his forearm pressing deliciously against your lower belly. That pressure alone sent you rocketing to the edge. Instinctively you reached down to grab his hair, only to come into contact with the fabric, and you couldn’t help but whine in frustration. You really wanted to touch him more. 

As if understanding your plight, he slowed until only his fingers were pumping in and out and lifted slightly. Something was brewing in his beautiful blues when they met your gaze. 

“I can’t take off the mask, mein schatz, I’m sorry,” he sighed. 

“It-It’s okay!” you assured him quickly, “I understand!” 

Despite your words, he kept staring at you, the sounds of his fingers sliding through your arousal the only noise in the room. 

“Here, close your eyes for a moment.”

You did as told, swallowing hard in anticipation, and then his hand grabbed yours. Your heart felt like it was trying to escape your chest as he guided your fingers below the hood into his short hair. It was a bit longer than you expected, having thought he would have a regulation military fade cut, and softer. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, tears invading your closed eyes. 

“Of course, maus.”

How in the actual fuck was this stranger- a literal mass killer- you’d met a day ago more in tune with your needs and willing to compromise than literally any other man you’d been with? 

A gasp tore from your throat, harsh and raw, when he immediately returned to his previous act. Somehow it was even more intense after the brief break; frantic, almost painful. 

“König, pl-please. Don’t stop!” 

His moan was the only response you got. Rather than take your words as an invitation to go harder or faster like most did, he listened and listened well, keeping the same even pace, building you steadily higher and higher. Words and thoughts became impossible, incoherent pleading and wanton moans the only sounds you could make as you began to shake around him. Your fingers snarled in his locks in a way that was probably painful but you couldn’t find the wherewithal to stop. 

“Ja, that’s it, maus,” he demanded, “Be a good girl and come for me.” 

Within seconds, that ever-tightening knot in your gut broke. You tried to scream but the pleasure left you mute, lips parted in a silent cry of his name as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through your being. When your breath finally came, so did the tears. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck, so- mm!- so good!” 

Just as it became too much, he lifted from your pussy with a heady groan. 

“Verdammt, sieh dich an, kleine Maus.” 

The moment the orgasm haze started to clear, you reached down and snagged his shirt, tugging on it to get him over you. He relented with a little chuckle when you whined his name. 

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, clean fingers gently tracing along your jawline. 

“Okay? The fuck you think? I’m absolutely dead in the best way,” you giggle, finally opening your eyes to meet his, “But… I still want you.” 

Wrapping your legs around his hips, you reached up at the same time and carefully pushed the hood back up, just enough to reveal his lips, your own curving up into a gleeful smile as you saw them. 

“Can I?” you asked hesitantly.

His answer came as the brutal crush of his lips on yours, pulling a moan from deep in your chest. As his tongue dominated yours, you took the initiative to reach between your bodies and palmed his cock, delighting in the way he whined. 

“Please, please fuck me,” you begged against his mouth.

“Couldn’t refuse you even if I wanted to,” he hummed back. 

You helped guide him as he lowered his hips to yours, unable to stop the gasp that escaped when you felt his fat head against your entrance. 

“You’re sure?” he asked suddenly. 

Brows furrowing, you dug your nails into his neck lightly and pulled him into another hungry kiss. 

“If you don’t fuck me, I might die.” 

That earned a warm laugh, a laugh that made your insides light up too bright, and a swift smack to the ass. 

“Well, we wouldn't want that, now would we?” 

When he began to push in, you tried so hard to keep your eyes open, wanting to see the expression in his, but it was too overwhelming. Despite his thorough prep, it’d been quite a dry spell for hookups due to work and it didn’t help that he was absolutely massive. It was a stretch, to say the least, but it hurt in all the best ways. 

“Oh mein gott,” König hissed into your mouth, “You are so tight, Y/N.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m pretty sure you’re just hung, big guy,” you teased through shaky breaths, “It’s- It’s good though.” 

“So fucking good.”

The metallic tang of blood filled your mouth when he suddenly caught your lips again, this time with too much teeth and force, but it only made you moan. The pain of a split lip was nothing compared to the delight of his cock stretching your walls. It felt like forever until his hips were against yours, but once they finally were, you were already needing more. You tried to rock your hips into him only for him to stop you with a bruising grip and a dark growl. His eyes were predatory when you found them and it lit another kind of fire in your belly. 

“Dont. Do. That,” he bit out gruffly, “Don’t move. Give me a second, mein schatz, or it’s going to be over far too soon.”

Pride fluttered to life in your chest at his admission and you couldn’t help but grin, earning another cheeky smack. 

“You’re enjoying this? My pain?” he teased warmly. 

You pouted slightly but couldn’t maintain the look, too enraptured by his pretty blues. 

“I have to admit that it feels good to know you’re as affected as me,” you whispered. 

He groaned, forehead falling against yours, and muttered, “You have no idea, my love. You feel- Gott, I can’t even describe it. I’ve never felt someone who fit me so perfectly.” 

Lips quirking up into a teasing smile, you replied, “I guess you’ll have to keep me around then, hmm? Because I can promise you, you’ve ruined all other men for me at this point.” 

König groaned and his hips rutted eagerly at your words. 

“Don’t tempt me, süßes mädchen,” he moaned, “I would love nothing more than to steal you and keep you here, all mine, to have whenever I wanted.” 

As he spoke, you fell more and more in love with the idea. And why shouldn’t you? This was the most romance you’d experienced in years, all your previous conquests being quick flings with soldiers who barely qualified as friends. König was the first one to truly see you in years. 

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, maus, you’re making this hard.” 

Biting your lower lip, you tested a little wiggle against his hips and were elated when he allowed it. 

“I’m already here, König, who says you have to let me go?” you whispered, “For all they know, I’m just another casualty.”

Logically you knew you shouldn’t feed into the delusion plaguing you both right now, but fuck did you want it. Something about the idea of being at his beck and call, being allowed to please him whenever either of you wanted, was a deliciously dangerous option. 

Suddenly, he drew out his hips and slammed back in with a strangled grunt. 

“You want that, hmm? Want to be my personal little whore, maus?”

The way you clenched around him made you both whimper and you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a heated kiss. 

“Yes, yes, please! Wanna be allowed to have you whenever,” you whined, “Want you to use me.” 

Your nails found his shoulders and dug into the firm muscles there as the sound of your bodies meeting clouded the room. But you needed more, needed to feel more of him. Logically you knew you both needed to stay as clothed as possible, considering you could be interrupted any moment, but you couldn’t resist the urge to touch him. Slipping your hands under the hem of his shirt, you slid your nails up the length of his back, dragging the material with you until it gathered at his shoulders and you were granted the absolutely stunning visual of his abdomen clenching with each thrust of his hips. 

“God you’re beautiful,” you gasped out subconsciously. 

The noise König let out was unholy, deep and keening, as his fingers tightened on your hips once more. Even through the haze of bliss, you could see the way his cheeks lit bright red. It would be cute if he weren’t currently fucking you silly.  

“That’s-That’s my line, maus,” he chuckled breathlessly. 

Eyes trailing back up to his, you couldn’t resist leaning up as you pulled him down against you once more, your lips finding his ear with a little moan. 

“Then we’re both beautiful, König, because- fuck!” 

His pace grew brutal without warning as he shifted and suddenly it felt like he was slamming right against your cervix, the sharp pinch of pain making you yelp in surprise. It was clear the praise was doing something, a fact you stored away in your memory for later. Then he hit your cervix again. You almost tried to pull back until his hand left your hip, coming between your bodies to rub gentle circles across your clit. Fuck and that made the pain more than worth it. 

“Kö-König, close, please, just-” 

He groaned lowly and grunted out, “I know, I know. I’ve got you, mein schatz. Just relax and let go for me.” 

You finally released your hold on his back only to cup his jaw and draw him into a frantic kiss, panting out half-mumbled half-screamed moans as he tongued at your mouth. It was all too much. It was the best thing you’d ever experienced. When your climax finally hit, it felt like the world turned up on end. Collapsing back on the bed, you slapped a hand over your mouth to somewhat muffle the scream that escaped, but König had none of that. One big hand collected both of yours and pinned them to the bed by your wrists. 

“No! Let me hear what I do to you,” he snarled, “I want to hear every pretty little sound!”.

Looking up through wet eyelashes, you couldn’t stop the enamored smile that crossed your lips even as you whimpered for him. He looked so fucking good over you. What you wouldn’t give to see that sight every damn day. 

“Why are you so smiley?” he asked, amusement lacing his tone as he slowed his pace. 

“Just really fucking happy,” you giggled softly, “You feel so damn good and look just as amazing.” 

König’s lips twitched into a half smile before he shifted in place, keeping your hands pinned while he carefully lifted one leg up over his shoulder. Before he even moved, you could tell your body was going to resist the change in depth. Not that you would stop him. He could demand you attempt a headstand while he fucked you and you’d do it.  

“Oh FUCK!”

Your shriek earned a broken moan from the man above you but it didn’t stop him for even a moment, hips slamming into you with purpose. Fingers curling tight, you dug your nails into his hand and bit your lip hard to keep a hold of your senses, though it was for naught. The way his fat cock buried into your tight walls over and over was more than you could handle. You wanted to beg him to stop and to keep going until you died. 

“So tight for me, süßes mädchen,” he groaned huskily as his free hand came back to your clit, “One more.” 

“Eh!?” you gasped in disbelief. 

He grunted out a laugh and said, “Come for me, one more time. I want to feel you coming again before this is over.” 

You shook your head violently and retorted, “I can’t.” 

Even as you said it, he was easily proving your words wrong with his gentle stroking contrasting with the way he pounded your swollen cunt. His fingers tightened until it felt like your wrists would break under the force and yet you couldn’t find it in you to care, all self-preservation long gone. 

“You can and you will, mein schatz. I am nothing but a patient man.”

A pathetic whimper tumbled from your parted lips as you panted for breath beneath the exhaustion of it all. Suddenly though, he slows, releasing your hands and letting your leg fall aside. 

“König, wh-”

He silences you as he falls completely over you once more, the heavy feeling of his body against yours making you sigh happily. It only takes a moment to realize his reasoning, hands pushing your hair away while plush lips begin kissing along your neck. 

“Mmmm,” you hummed softly, fingers slipping up the back of his hood to find his hair again, “That feels incredible.” 

“You taste incredible,” he replied through a mouthful of your flesh, “Though, I must admit, my intentions aren’t so pure.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he bit down hard, hard enough that you reflexively yanked on his hair and screeched. The pain dulled to a low throb when he started licking and sucking over the wound, and you clenched hard around him when he rolled his hips into yours. 

“You’re gonna kill me,” you whined breathlessly. 

“Only with pleasure, maus,” he said with a chuckle, “Would never hurt a hair on this pretty little head.” 

Your heart fluttered traitorously at that. Deciding to return the favor, you moved aside his hood enough to reveal his thick, pale, neck and started kissing along the warm flesh. 

“Ah, s-scheiße.”

Poking your tongue out, you traced a line up to his ear and moaned at the taste of salt and skin. Even his sweat was driving you crazy. What was this man doing to you?  

The slow motions quickly turned into something much more primal when you wrapped your legs around his waist and sunk your teeth into his throat. 

“Oh, du kleine Füchsin!”

Groaning, you released his neck and whispered, “Fuck, I love hearing you talk.” 

“Then I shall talk to you,” he grunted through moans, “What should I say? Should I tell you how good you feel, how perfect you grip me? That I never want to leave this tight little cunt? How divine you look when you’re drunk on my cock?”

Despite your earlier protests, you could feel another orgasm brewing fast under his words and you let him know. 

“Ja, you going to come for me, aren’t you, schatz?”

“Oh god yeah, yes, please, keep- keep-” 

You pulled his hair taut as your limbs drew him in close, silently demanding to feel every inch of his body against yours, and his name spilled from your lips like a mantra. This one came up just as fast but much calmer, creeping up silently and taking you by surprise with its voracity. Something deep inside you snapped and you could feel your arousal gush down your cunt, coating your cheeks and the cloth beneath you. 

“Fuck, mein schatz, where- mein Gott, where do you want it?” he gasped out as you clenched around him. 

You didn’t even give it a second thought, locking your legs and pulling him into a ravenous kiss. 

“In me, please, I’m- I’m on birth control. I need to feel it in me,” you whined weakly into his mouth. 

His curses were muffled by your lips but their intensity wasn’t lost on you, the mumbled praises only adding to the flush on your skin. You bit his lower lip gently and suckled all while your nails scraped against his scalp and shoulders, doing your best to pull him under with you. 

“Oh, that’s my girl. My good girl,” he snarled, “Mine. All mine!” 

Stars burst behind your eyes as he buried his cock as far as possible in your walls, the throbbing sending little pulses of ecstasy through your veins as you tried hard to focus on working him through it. You only hoped you could return even a fraction of the bliss he put you through. 

A long, loud groan reverberated through the now silent walls as he went limp- though stubbornly keeping all his weight from pressing on you- and you had to smile to yourself, fingers now playing through his soft strands gently, in a silent apology for nearly ripping them out. 

“I’m going to move, hold onto me,” he instructed you quietly. 

You did as asked but the way he flipped your bodies over was still a shock. You instinctively tried to lift off of him only to be jerked back down, massive arms locking around you and holding you to his chest. 

“You are not going to hurt me, Y/N,” he murmured, “Rest. Relax.”

“O-Okay,” you whispered.

Face red, you fought all those negative inner thoughts away and gave in, earning a content little sigh from the big man. 

“You know, I never thought I’d have the best sex of my life while being a captive,” you joked easily, turning your head to rest your chin on your forearm, allowing you to observe him closely, “Where have you been all my life?” 

Your head bobbled like a boat on the ocean with each hearty laugh that left him and your heart clenched in delight at the pure joy in his eyes. 

“Waiting for you apparently, maus, took you long enough to get here.”

There was something strange in the way he looked at you, the tenderness in his touch as he held your face and stroked your lips, but your cockdrunk, touch-hungry, brain decided it couldn’t care less. All that mattered was how it made you feel, and God did it ever make you feel perfect.

[late-to-the-party-81]

Never-ending nightmare

AN: this is my entry for @cockslutpadalecki’s 15 sentence challenge and in Lisa’s honour I’ve decided to make this a follow-up to the fic I wrote for the last challenge of her’s I joined in with - Yesterday’s Dream, Today’s Nightmare. Thanks to @navybrat817 for spitballing with me and providing some of the dialogue. Dialogue prompt from Lisa's list in bold.

Beta’d by @lunarbuck

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard/banners by me. Please note - pics in moodboard do not reflect the size or ethnicity of the reader. My reader is a blank slate for you to imagine as you will.

Master list

Relationship: Dark Ransom x Reader, Dark Ari x Reader

Word Count: 600

CW: THIS IS A DARK FIC - Implied Non Con/Rape, but not described in detail, Basement wife vibes, kidnap, drugging, violence, major angst and despair, no happy ending.

You’d lost track of the days since that fateful ‘first day at work’ when Ransom had drugged you, violated you, and then later, when you were unconscious, taken you to what was probably his home. You hadn’t seen anything outside of this room and it’s en-suite, other than what little you could view through the small, high window when you stood right on your toes; a few trees and hills.You’d seen a lot of Ransom though, more than you’d ever wanted to, and there was nothing you could do to stop him - you were shackled by your ankle to the bed, naked and unable to escape him or his voracious appetites.

You’d struggled at first - fought him tooth and nail, as he laughed and cuffed you around the head to disorientate you, before pinning you down with his big hands and even bigger body, taking what he wanted, despite  - and probably egged on by - your cries. Eventually you gave up fighting - it did nothing apart from wear you down, leaving you battered and bruised - and lying limp and blank seemed to take the fun out of it for Ransom, which you considered a win, albeit a small one.

Days passed, blending together one after the other after the other, and the only thing you didn’t know was what time he’d appear to torture you, be that mentally, physically or both. He forced you to wash and to eat and drink, and you swore he was drugging you - you were alway light and floaty when you were in the bathtub, almost able to forget the how and why of you being here until he dragged you out and did what he wanted.

However, one day the monotony was broken when Ransom entered your room with another man in tow; shaggy, dark blonde hair with an even shaggier beard, and both so tall and broad it should have scared you, but his eyes, as blue as the ocean, seemed, initially at least, so kind. You looked at the stranger, your own eyes wide and imploring - maybe you could appeal to his better instincts, convince him to help you escape and release you from this living hell? When Ransom nipped into your bathroom to wash up, you turned to the man and pleaded with him, asking him to help you, but as you rambled his expression darken, and showed more and more amusement, making your heart sink - this man was a friend of Ransom’s and was no doubt as bad as him.

“Hey, Ran - your girl here asked me to let her go, and if she’s asking that, she isn’t broken - just means you don’t know how to play with your toys,” he commented with a smirk as your captor returned, drying his hands on the small hand towel.They both looked at you darkly, and you felt a new frisson of fear run down your spine - if Ransom on his own was bad, him and this friend of his together was going to be downright terrifying.

With a condescending smile, Ransom approached, and for the first time in days - or was it weeks - you scrabbled away, ankle chain clanking, using the bed as a futile barrier, panic rising in your body despite your efforts.

“Is that so - maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to, even though I’m gonna let Ari play every once in a while.”

He dragged you onto the bed as you screamed and kicked, watching the stranger - Ari - start to shed his clothes and knowing you were never going to get away.

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[cboffshore]

hi everyone. I come bearing IICT(OSC) insider knowledge, hints, and memes.

bc spoilers: everything else is under the cut. Do not proceed before you read the fic. Unless you like having twists untwisted in advance. That's on you.

(one day I wanna try my hand at redrawing/tracing this Gayle meme to be Nya, but that's neither here nor there.)

If I ever do any super, super in-depth analysis of this work, it's not happening today, as I'm fighting a weather migraine and longform ideas are NOT my friends. However, I did want to make a few fun bonus notes. These aren't bulleted bc mobile browser formatting.

The weapon in the escape scene was only originally supposed to be a rusty pipe (loosely inspired by a piece of Fall Out Boy promo art used on "What a Time To Be Alive", and yes I KNOW Pete has a baseball bat. I said LOOSELY.) I waffled on the chain element for a LONG time. However, on Halloween, Han doodled this for Trick or Treat asks, and that was enough to make me commit to the idea. @spinjitsuburst: I have no idea if you've read this fic or not, but I never did properly tell you how helpful that was. (And none of that is a spoiler if you do go read it, just turn back now and you'll be safe.)

The Incense Gambit is a real chess strategy; however, we don't call it that. The actual move set is called the Bongcloud Attack, which I learned about when I was doing chess research for this fic. I started out by trying to learn chess online, and at some point, I decided it would be fun to have Nya win with a recognizably stupid move set. Knowing very little about chess at that point (having lost to most of the bots and people I played), I Googled a list of joke chess openers and picked the one that made me laugh the hardest. The Mighty Donut was in second place, but that requires both players to cooperate, so that wouldn't have worked. Not wanting to write "what, you've never heard of the Bongcloud Attack?" as a dialogue line, I switched the name to Incense Gambit both as a reference to smoke and for the fact that "incense" also means "to anger." I should also disclose that one of my few chess wins happened when I USED the Bongcloud, which... that's not normal.

In my first outline, the REAL Landon was originally supposed to set off the escape sequence. Stopping Nya was supposed to be pure luck/desperation on his part, followed by an encounter with Nadakhan where I would've been able to cram in a small analysis of how he treats his crew members. It didn't work out and I never wrote it, but there were secret passageways involved, and it could've been fun if I'd gotten it to work. I still think that bringing the shapeshifting back was the wiser choice, though.

I've already gotten two separate comments that, to different degrees, claim this would have worked as a plausible canon installment. Which is good! The whole point of this is to fill the gaps in her experience, so hearing that this seems believable is always lovely.

If you reread c5, take note of who resets the board each time. Without realizing it, I assigned that duty to whoever feels more strongly that they are controlling the situation at that point.

The wine vs tea thing I hinted at in a few past posts: both beverages are written as symbols of how much Nadakhan is present in a given scene. Wine only appears if he's directly visible - things like the chess sequence and in the dream, where I use wine to describe the air. Tea, however, only appears if Nya can't see him, but he's still influencing the events. These include his gloves smelling like black tea when Nya is blindfolded, the presence of tea on the meal tray, and - of course - the tea she uses as a weapon in the escape sequence.

Speaking of the escape sequence, I made this meme VERY early on and I still find it stupid funny:

[beardedmrbean]

This was flagrant and foul.

A high school girls’ basketball game in Yonkers was canceled this week when players on the home team shot antisemitic slurs at their Jewish opponents, who needed security guards to escort them off the court to safety.

The girl’s varsity teams from The Leffell School, a private Jewish school in Hartsdale, and Roosevelt High School, a public school in Yonkers, faced off in the non-league game Thursday evening.

“I support Hamas, you f–king Jew,” a Roosevelt player snarled at a Leffell opponent, according to The New York City Public Schools Alliance, a group of parents and teachers fighting antisemitism.

From the outset, there was hostility and aggression with “substantially more jabs and comments thrown at the players on our team than what I have experienced in the past,” senior player Robin Bosworth wrote in an op-ed for Leffell’s student-run newspaper, The Lion’s Roar.

At the end of the third quarter, her teammates were getting injured by the rough plays, and “players on the opposing team started shouting ‘Free Palestine’ and other antisemitic slurs and curses at us,” wrote Bosworth, also editor-in-chief of the school paper.

“I have played a sport every athletic season throughout my high school career, and I have never experienced this kind of hatred directed at one of my teams before,” Bosworth said.

“Instead of responding to hatred with more of the same, we chose to separate ourselves from the situation and leave with dignity and pride in who we are and what we believe in,” she continued.

Lion’s head coach John Tessitore consulted with his squad and decided to end the game, according to Michael Kay, Leffell’s head of school.

“Our team was playing on the road, and during the course of the game, a small number of players on the opposing team directed hurtful, antisemitic comments toward members of our team,” Kay wrote in a letter to the school community.

About an hour into the game, a timeout was called, livestream footage shows, though no audio is heard. The Leffell players and Tessitore appear exasperated and he consults with the referees and the other team’s coach.

The Roosevelt players are seen gathering and appear to exchange words from afar with the Leffell players. Security steps in between both teams and the refs make an announcement before both teams suddenly exchange handshakes and security escorts them off the court.

Roosevelt High School agreed to a voluntary forfeit, according to a spokesman for the Yonkers district.

Students at the $ 45,000-a-year private day school were shocked by the on-court hate.

“This is my school and it’s just unacceptable and some of the things they said to my teammates are very disgusting,” one student wrote on the NYCPS Alliance post.

Kay said that Roosevelt’s athletic director Kyle Calabro has since apologized and said “the follow-up would be swift and appropriate.”

On Friday, Roosevelt principal Edward DeChent also apologized to Kay and described the “investigative steps” that had been taken and “outlined a number of disciplinary consequences and educational responses” including the possibility of an in-person meeting between both teams.

“I am incredibly proud of the manner in which our players and coaching staff responded to this potentially harrowing incident,” Kay said.

A spokesman for the Yonkers Public Schools district downplayed the shocking behavior.

“It has come to our attention that a student-athlete made a statement involving ‘free Palestine,'” the district said. “This incident was promptly addressed in line with our district’s policies and values.” ___________________-

Update

Yonkers high school boots girls' basketball coach, player after teens subjected to antisemitic attacks during game

[hauntingcryptids]

Bedside Manner

Martha Jones x Reader

Summary - The reader randomly gets sick and Martha plays doctor for them.

Based On This Request - Anonymous requested - “Hey, I was wondering if I could put in a request? I would love to see a Martha Jones x Gender Neutral!Reader of Martha taking care of the reader while they’re sick. Just very sweet fluff. I’ve been feeling terrible lately and it would make my day. Thank you!”

Warnings - the reader being sick/not feeling well

Word Count - 1154

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by this lovely anon. I hope that you like this. I don’t know how well I wrote Martha, so I’m sorry if she is out of character. But I just thought that this was cute.

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Everything felt wrong. You couldn’t find the right words to describe how you felt, but things did not feel right. Your nose was running, your throat was sore, your head felt heavy, and your chest felt tight. Sometimes, intense pain would rush through your skull, so intense that it would make you feel like crying. You desperately wanted to get up and grab a glass of water from your personal kitchen in The TARDIS, but you were suddenly overcome with chills and all you could do was bundle yourself in your blankets.

There was a soft knock on your bedroom door, but you elected to ignore it. You chose to cocoon into your blanket nest even more as another wave of chills overcame you. If it was The Doctor at your door, then he could just go on an adventure with Martha, instead. He didn’t need you, definitely not today. The person on the other side of your door knocked again, and again you ignored it. A couple of moments after you refused to respond, The TARDIS opened the door for whoever was behind it. 

“Y/n? The Doctor has this grand idea to - Y/n, are you alright?” Martha entered your room quickly, excitedly rambling about what The Doctor had planned, but when she saw you huddled on your bed, she forgot whatever thought she was so excited to tell you about. Martha rushed over to you and kneeled beside your bed to try to look at your face. Seeing you like this, instantly she was worried for you.

“Martha, I’m fine. Just a bit tired.” You removed yourself from your cocoon and sat up in bed, trying to appear normal and healthy. 

“What does The Doctor have planned for today?” You asked with a strained voice. Martha looked at you incredulously. She saw how bloodshot your eyes were and noticed the stuffiness of your breathing.

“Are you sure that you are all right? Because if you aren’t -” You cut off the woman you had been harbouring a crush on and finally moved from your bed. 

“Martha, I’m fine. Trust me.” You tried to stand up straight and pull a dramatic pose as if to prove our point, but then your head felt light and fuzzy. You ended up leaning to the side and then stumbled backwards a bit as if to try and catch yourself. Your healthy facade was already thoroughly broken, but then a coughing fit hit you and you had to sit down back down on your bed.

“Alright now, lie back down.” Martha directed you sternly.

“Am I going to be alright?” You muttered, fully accepting defeat and just letting Martha know that you weren’t feeling well.

“Of course you will be. I know what I’m doing.”

“What if it’s some weird space illness? Should we get The Doctor? Am I going to die?” Martha quickly placed her hand over your mouth, which was covered by a couple of layers of tissues, to silence your rambling outburst of questions.

“You are showing signs of the simple Earthly flu. No space illness. We don’t need The Doctor. I have got everything covered. You are going to be perfectly fine in my care, Y/n.” Martha threw the tissues into your small garbage bin by your bed and then stood to retrieve the medical kit that was automatically housed in every bedroom in The TARDIS. She returned to your side quickly and went through all of the procedures her medical teachers told her to complete. She took your temperature and checked your blood pressure and heart rate. Once confirming everything she needed to know, Martha gave you some medicine to start you on the recovery process but continued a bit more testing. She wanted to be extra conscious intending to you. Martha had grown quite fond of you over your time together on the alien ship with The Doctor.

“You have a nicer bedside manner than I thought you would.” You said after finishing the artificial-looking red medicine.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Martha’s doctor persona quickly broke upon hearing your comment.

“You can be quite harsh to The Doctor and villains on adventures. But it's okay, I like when you get a bit harsh.”

“Oh really now?” Martha quirked a smile.

“Don’t hold that against me. I’m sick remember? You better not be going around telling anyone who will listen about how sick me confessed that I enjoy a little harshness.”

“I won’t tell a soul.” Martha smiled genuinely before quietly finishing checking you over and then she gave you any extra things that you might need in order to get better, with some help from The TARDIS, of course.

“Can you stay with me?” You asked Martha as she began to walk out of your room.

“That breaches so many appropriate doctor/patient relations.” Martha joked.

“Just forget about being Doctor Jones for a moment and just be Martha and cuddle me.”

“I don’t know.” Martha mumbled. She read the labels on the medicines she gave you and confusion was labelled as a possible side effect. She didn’t want to make you feel awkward or uncomfortable while you were vulnerable, let alone ever. The TARDIS, though, telepathically reassured Martha and told her that you were of sound mind. Probably a bit more honest than usual because of your sickness.

“Please.” You begged. You could see Martha’s resolve breaking before you.

“Ugh, why must you be so convincing?!” Martha walked around to the other side of your bed, so you could remain close to all the medicines and tissues on your bedside table. You watched as Martha climbed in beside you.

“Turn over.” Martha placed her hands on your sides and helped you adjust to where you were lying on your side facing the bedside table. Then you felt Martha settle beside you until she was cuddling you from behind.

“So you are a big spoon, Doctor Jones?”

“I’m off duty, remember, just Martha. But I don’t want to get sick, so I’m not going to face you.”

“Aww, come on! Really?” You jokingly whined. You understood Martha’s position completely. You were surprised that she actually agreed to stay with you, but you were overjoyed to not be alone while you were not feeling well.

“Maybe some other time.”

“I’m going to hold you to that promise, Martha. I expect an extravagant cuddle date once I’m feeling better.” 

“Anything for you, sicky.” You huffed at the nickname, but Martha laughed into your back and that instantly made you feel better. If you felt less sick and tired at that moment, you would have said that Martha’s laugh was the best medicine in the universe, but that would have to wait for when you awoke later. 

You fell asleep in Martha’s arms, completely comfortable despite your sickness. With Martha holding you closely you knew that you could get through this.

[danganronpafan777]

Can I get some headcannons for the SDRA2 Girls when it comes to their wedding with their S/O

Sure thing!

Emma Magorobi:

If you though Kizuna's wedding was extravagant, Emma's had reporters lining up at the reception just to get a view of the two of you 

Hajime has to act as a kind of bodyguard 

Of course, Nikei was the only one allowed (Something he would brag about for months)

Emma wears a luxuries white, long sleeved wedding dress

Emma is adamant on covering her scars, and you completely respect her privacy,

Being with you in a place of only your family and close friends makes her tear up, and she makes no attempt to hide her emotions

You are marrying her. She is getting married to you.

You tell her that you love her for who she is, not just because she's a Hollywood star

Knowing that she can trust your family, who accepted her as their own, and her closest friends who had experienced just as much pain as she did, Emma removes her contacts and doesn't dye her hair for the ceremony

In your vows, you tell her how you love the person she truly is, and she reciprocates your feelings in her own vows, showing genuine emotion, love, and gratitude 

Kokoro Mitsume:

Kokoro doesn't care much for weddings, but she can tell how much it means to you, and senses how happy you are about it

She'll help with anything you ask her to, but she mostly considers it to be your day

Her vows are pretty brief, and sound like a psychological definition of being in love, and while she doesn't have much emotion in her voice, she still has brief stumbles over her words with a small blush on her face, so you can tell me means every word 

She'd just sigh if you tried to pick her up bridal style for the picture, but that doesn't hide the small smile on her face

Kokoro didn't expect to have...fun, but she actually enjoyed the experience, but she would rather to have had less people present

It's not a day she'll forget anytime soon, or not smile when looking back on it, and it sure wasn't a day she would ever take for granted

Kanade Otonokoji:

Kanade makes sure the day is absolutely perfect, not a single possible thing could ruin this moment between you two

Today, she's not afraid to be the one bossing people around, and lord help anyone who tries to mess up your wedding day

Kanade's vows are breathtaking and emotional, making anyone who listens burst into tears, as she describes how much she loves you, how much you meant to you, and how she doesn't want to live a single day without you

Hibiki is crying, but acts like she doesn’t care, and Setsuka probably wasn’t even invited

Kanade writes you a song along with her vows, and plays it at the wedding’s karaoke booth

She’s written dozens of songs about you, none of which she actually published or played before, but today, she wouldn’t hold back her love for you, her true self almost slipping through 

She lets you pick her up for the wedding picture, but she could easily hold your entire body with just one hand 

She will shyly offer to feed you some cake, and might have to excuse herself for a moment if you actually agree

Even with her masterpieces that she sings and plays for you through the wedding, she still makes sure you two spend time together, dancing in each other’s arms as the ceremony came to a close 

Hibiki Otonokoji:

She is super excited about the wedding and is definitely going all out!

Obviously there's karaoke, along with colorful lights, cheerful music, and a giant cake

Instead of vows, Hibiki wrote a whole song for you! With the help of Setsuka and Kanade of course, showing just how much she loves you!

She would cover her face in her hands if you tried to pick her up for the wedding picture, but her adorable blush is still visible

Kanade makes a toast to the two of you, crying a bit as she does so, and congratulating the both of you

But it appears Kanade isn't Satisfied...

Hibiki insists that the two of you dance, and while she isn't the best dancer, she will still whine about how bad you are at it anytime you step on her toes

She'll try to dip you but fail miserably. You just laugh it off, happy that this is the girl you'll be spending the rest of your life with

Hibiki may never admit it, but nothing made her happier that day than being able to officially start a new life with you 

Setsuka Chiebukuro:

Even if she's the bride, in Setsuka's eyes, the day is all about you and her love for you

She makes it the best day either of you can imagine, filming every second with her eye camera

Setsuka goes all out with her vows, describing how much every moment with you meant to her, before sweeping you off your feet with the kiss

She also picks you up bridal style for the wedding photo, showing you off proudly to anyone and everyone

She dotes on you and feeds you wedding cake as all your family and close friends watch, laughing at your blush

Setsuka would enjoy a bar at the reception, and probably get in a dance off against Shinji at some point, but she's sure to save the last dance for you

Obviously she takes the lead, holding your hand and twirling you around, no matter your gender

Setsuka isn't shy to admit it was the best day of her life, always taking a break from her work and taking you to a fancy restaurant for every wedding anniversary to come

Sora:

Would enjoy a classy wedding, but not too luxurious 

Sora would tease you and act like this was all your idea, but she's doing most of the planning (But would always take your opinion into consideration)

Her vows aren't too long, but she spent a lot of time on them and tried her best to convey her feelings to you

She will feed you cake and will pick you up for the photo no matter what you say

She would always get you a banquet of flowers for your wedding anniversary, every single year

Sora would never forget your wedding day, treasuring every anniversary and every moment she has with you, nothing makes her happier than knowing you feel the same way, and your love is now officially eternal 

Yoruko Kabuya:

Yoruko would enjoy a calm, classy wedding rather than luxurious (But if you wanna spoil her, she won't object too much-)

She invites all of her coworkers and friends, and while she tries not to make a big deal out of the wedding, it really does mean a lot to her 

Her vows are pretty short but sweet, and she is trying her best to hold back tears 

She acts like the vows were no big deal, but she spent weeks writing hers, and almost breaks out in tears at yours 

Yoruko's dress is beautiful, but covers up a lot of her body, as she hates people staring at her body and cleavage during her job

She would absolutely refuse to let you pick her up or dip her during the kiss, her face would become as red as a tomato

If you tried to feed her cake, it would be just like the official Valentine's Day art, very blushy but won't stop you 

Iroha Nijue:

She probably had to wear a child sized wedding dress-

You can bet that Iroha didn't invite a single member of her family to the wedding 

Iroha would like a grand wedding, and being able to design the cake

You didn't think the Ultimate Painter would wear a plain white wedding dress, did you?

No, she filled it with as many details as she possibly could, with beautiful looking effects and scenery, with extra hints and details referring to both of your favorite anime characters and other special moments between the two of you that no one else would be able to understand

She has a giant smile on her face the whole day, and despite her short and simplistic vows, you can tell she put a lot of effort into them, and completely meant it

The playlist of the wedding mostly consists of anime theme songs rather than romantic or classical music, and the two of you dance to it

The cake is absolutely giant, and she savors every bite with you, and if you feed her, she will completely melt

[sebscore]

ahhh thank you for asking! i’ve been travelling around europe and busying myself with projects and whatnot. june was pretty hectic so i couldn’t be on tumblr as active as i wanted to unfortunately 😭 but i missed talking to you!

i did read (and reread gentle hit), both chapters were amazing and i was so immersed in the story! i’ve typed/updated my thoughts on the first chapter below!

chapter one:

- ‘she plastered a fake smile on her face, something sebastian noticed in an instant’ his immaculate people (or in this case, y/n) reading skills, i’m in love. though it’s not hard for me to adore seb vettel lmao

- love the way you wrote lewis and y/n’s easy chemistry! i really like how you expressed their love for each other in their small gestures, whether it’s simply smiling at the other or just laughing. they’re an adorable couple, and the conflict between wanting her to stay in her blissful power couple with lewis or end up with a pining seb is perfectly set up. genius.

- just reading how angst and jealousy hit poor seb in the gut feels so visceral even though lewis and y/n’s interactions are seemingly minor, but this is magnified when you elaborated on their past. this, along with seb’s choice pushing them further from what each other would have wanted was painful (but in the best way). the fact they could’ve had everything but got lost along the way… man.

- platonic sewis! always a sucker for how supportive the both of them are for each other, even though they’re going through different challenges of their own here. to paraphrase ada limon, i love how men love.

- her finding mark webber instead of seb, interacting playfully with mark AND calling seb a hazard to his face. if i were seb i would be eating my hat.

- him playing dumb and just looking after y/n so longingly… oh seb.

- seb actually listening to what y/n said, rejecting lewis’ offer to drink & texting her to apologise… these last few paragraphs were an absolute rollercoaster of emotion, but i think it’s a great summary of the complicated relationship and past between seb and y/n. two kindred souls with vastly different emotions about their past and current scars, trying to work out a future with or without the other. the conflicting ways in which they try to move on just makes my heart ache. and it’s only the first chapter.

- ‘… but the four time world champion always appeared to always find a way back to her.’ OH. what a punch in the gut.

to summarise, i think the revamp of the series is a great step forward! compared to the previous iteration, i think your voice, writing style and characterisation (amongst others) have grown vastly, and it just shows how much you’ve developed as a writer <3 loved this first part and can’t wait for the rest!

(my thoughts for chapter two will come in a new ask soon)

- seb anon 💙

i hope you have been enjoying your travel around europe? would love to know which countries you have visited! and i missed talking to you a lot too! X

and can i just say how you are like the dream reader to have? like this kind of feedback and commentary is the best thing ever and this genuinely made me feel better about my writing :)) youve written everything out so perfectly and you pay attention to the small details, and i cant tell you how much i appreciate that !! <3

the ''easy chemistry'' is the best way to describe the dynamics between lewis and yn! cause their relationship is ''easy'' but in a very positive way! and you are completely right about the conflict she experiences!

EXACTLY! and you worded it so perfectly omg! seb knows everything ended the way it was supposed to, but he cant help himself to get jealous of ''what could have been them'' when he looks at lewis and yn.

the friendship of seb and lewis is also an important part of the series so im SO happy to hear you say that! it will become a big point in the later chapters!

her and mark's friendship is just comedic relief :))) and the ''hazard'' line is one of my fav things!!

your last three points are just spot on! and the way you have the entire thing worked out already from the first chapter is- wow, as a writer this is like the biggest compliment ever :) again, i cant stress enough how much i appreciate and adore your attention to detail! i like adding little gestures and actions, cause often those say more than the characters' words <3

i cant wait to see what you thought of the second chapter! and im glad to hear you think ive developed as a writer, cause thats one of the most important things about this revamp!

have the most amazing day, darling anon!! x

[unhonestlymirror]

"At the beginning of the week, a grandiose concert of the German band "Rammstein" was played in Vingios Park in Vilnius. It was immediately followed by a secret party, attended not only by the band members, but also by pre-invited fans. However, a few days later, the terrible story of the girl who participated there started to spread on the Internet.

The first to talk about what happened at the VIP parties was Shelby Lynn, who came from abroad to Vilnius specifically for the concert. At first, she shared the fun moments of the evening on social networks, and the very next morning, she wrote about the incident that happened during the night. Sh. Lynn woke up in the morning with a huge bruise and tears because she couldn't remember not only what happened but also what she said was put in her drink.

In order to warn other girls, she decided to describe her experience on Twitter and Instagram accounts. With these stories, Sh. Lynn allowed me to share with Delfi readers. In order to get to the parties - a special selection As she said, she first found out about the closed party on a Reddit channel, where it was announced that those who want to enter the continuation of the concert should find Aliona Makeeva on Instagram, write to her and send their photo. The woman, having decided whether the girl is suitable, will respond to the message. "Then you get a free ticket, and you can stand in row 0, left or right side of the stage at the concert. Before the show, a few invited girls will meet Till, and he will chat with them all and just try to have a good time. Then the show will begin. After the show, you'll be invited to his own party," wrote the editor of RammWiki, an information website about Rammstein.

As she later revealed, Sh. Lynn managed to be among the lucky few who were sent invitations to the parties. "Aliona Makeeva invited me to join her in the zero line. Last week, I messaged her on instagram, asking how the hell to get to the afterparty and that I would like to be considered. She asked me how old I am and where I'm from, and when I confirmed, she sent me a WhatsApp group link,” Shelby Lynn tweeted. True, the girl received an invitation not only to the party after the concert but also to the rehearsal held on Saturday and to the backstage during the concert. That's when she ran into the band's drummer, Joe Letz, who invited her, she said, to talk privately. The leader of the group expressed a desire to meet separately. During the conversation, Mr. Letz revealed the desire of the leader of the group, Till Lindemann, to meet with her under the stage in Vingis Park. "He said, 'It's okay, I just wanted to talk to you because your English is better than everyone else's.'" I said okay. Then Mr. Letz said, “Till would like to meet you.” I immediately said, “Why, why me? Is this about sex?" To this J. Letz replied:"No, nothing like that. Till is a gentleman," the girl revealed about the details of the possible conversation on the social network, adding that the drummer told her not to talk to anyone about it.

The girl decided not to listen to this order and, as she herself said, talked about it with the other girls invited to the party. “One girl asked me why I was invited to go there and I told her. She said, "No, don't go there, he wants sex, I shouldn't even be here, I'm going to leave under the guise of a saturday bracelet." I said, "Okay, damn, I want to leave, isn't it too late?" Don't let me go anywhere during the show," Shelby wrote on the social network about what he might have said to the girls. After a glass of tequila, she started collapsing, not being oriented in the environment. However, the girl did not react to these warnings, she did not think that the performer could do such a thing. She wrote on her Twitter account that she soon went to a small room, where after a while, the leader of the group appeared. "Later, Till came into the room and asked all the girls for tequila shots. We all agreed. He poured from a bottle, then broke about four glasses and asked two girls to break theirs," the girl said on Twitter.

Sh. Lynn said that after this act, the performer left the room and she started to feel bad: "Everything up to that point was very clear, and from 8:30 p.m. my memory is gone. I felt like a human zombie, singing, dancing, but falling at the same time." Returning to the hotel, she saw a huge bruise. Later, the girl said that she was escorted to another room under the stage, where, according to her, only a few people could fit. Then she saw Till enter. “Till, if you're here for sex, I won't. Sex is very special to me and I don't sleep with strangers." He immediately got angry and yelled, "Joe said you could." I repeated, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but it's important to me and I can't," wrote the girl on Twitter. Although, as the girl wrote, he left the room, she found Till at the nearby curtains, where he was still waiting for Sh. Lynn changing her mind. After this incident, the other details of the evening Sh. Lynn vaguely remembers showing up at an after-party, throwing up, and then going to a hotel where she saw a bruise on her body. To this day, the girl does not remember how and when it appeared."

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Aliona Makeeva is a russian woman, who sleeps with singers and openly admitted that she supplies some singers of young girls

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Bea Arthur Vs. Joan Collins

Propaganda

Bea Arthur - (Golden Girls, Maude) - Okay okay where do I even start!! Bea Arthur is incredibly attractive. She has a SUPER deep voice (stunning), a sort of regal, statuesque way of moving and talking, and she can kill you with a single piercing look. Like seriously. Her Looks have become a thing in both shows she plays a lead character in. Did I mention: TWO characters were *written for her*!! When she did Maude in 1972, she'd appeared on All in the Family as a side character and the people there loved her so much they went "this woman needs her own TV show". SO THEY WROTE IT. And made 6 seasons of it. That's how good she is. When the pilot for The Golden Girls was written, creator Susan Harris described the part that Bea would end up playing as a "Bea Arthur type" before they'd even cast her in the role. She was Jewish, she served as a typist and truck driver in the marines during WWII, she had a whole career off and on Broadway behind her by the time she started her career in television, and she was an ally to the gay community — there's even a shelter for homeless queer youth named after her. And did I mention her voice?? Because she can sing too!

Joan Collins - (Dynasty) - No text propaganda

Master Poll List of the Hot Vintage TV Ladies Bracket

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Bea Arthur:

She was just so funny and compelling onscreen. She had great timing. And she was beautiful no matter what age and she was an incredibly LGBT+ ally.

I think it's a very common experience to start watching The Golden Girls and immediately develop a crush on Dorothy Zbornak - and it's not a coincidence. Between her statuesque figure, her regal poise, her sharp wit and her wonderful, deep voice, Bea Arthur brings so much to the table that it's impossible not to be head-over-heels in love with her from the very first moment she appears on screen. Career-wise, she's a legend of the small screen; she received the third most Emmy nominations for Lead Actress in a Comedy Series (an incredible 9!). Her guest appearance as Maude in All in the Family impressed both the public and the executives so much that they made a spin-off series *especially for her*. She led Maude - the sitcom - for six incredible seasons to critical and public acclaim, and this would already be enough to nominate her among the greats, but then - as the true queen she was - she went on to star into *another* legendary show, The Golden Girls, as *another* legendary character, Dorothy, and won another Emmy (as well as several nominations) for it, just because she could. As for her private life, she was known as a private, introverted person, who loved the simple things in life; all her fellow TV stars (including Angela Lansbury, who was a dear friend of hers) recall her as a kind, decent person and a wonderful professional, with impeccable work ethic and truly immaculate comedic timing. We do not support the military complex here, but we do support girlbosses winning, so let me just mention that she was one of the first women (ever!) to join the US marines; she was also a licensed medical technician. All in all - a legendary lady who definitely deserves your vote!

how many people can dress up as the Statue of Liberty and look this good?

have you ever seen a woman so beautiful you started crying

MOTHER

soft butch queen. Who else could rock a papillon like that?!?

1982 Bea Arthur - Fifty Percent.avi

Beatrice Arthur, Down in the Depths, 1980 TV

Joan Collins:

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Sokkla 17.

Well y'all better listen to ghostin by Ariana grande before reading. Let's just pretend azula wrote it here 🤣

Sokka is so mad right now. His friends ditch him, they didn't even informed him that the music and art faculty is having a meeting, which means their professor will not be in the building anytime soon and he's already wasting 20 minutes of his time waiting for a class that's never going to happen. He got up and pick his things, still fuming. He's about to pass through the hallway and go straight down the stairs when he heard a soft piano keys playing. He shrugged that probably came from the music room. He's about to walk away then a realization hit him, no one should be there, so who's playing the piano. His blood ran cold, until….

I know you hear me when I cry I try to hold it in the night While you're sleepin' next to me But it's your arms that I need this time

That voice sounds too angelic to be a ghost, so deciding against himself he slowly peak through the ajar door of the music room and that's where he saw her. Zuko's sister, the girl who always find a way to get into his nerves.

Look at the cards that we've been dealt If you were anybody else Probably wouldn't last a day Every tear's a rain parade from hell

Well, that's kinda unexpected. He knows for sure she's talented by the way his friend and the whole school described her as a prodigy, but he didn't know she can play a piano let alone sing with such a heaven sent voice.

Baby, you do it so well You been so understanding, you been so good And I'm puttin' you through more than one ever should And I'm hating myself 'cause you don't want to Admit that it hurts you

It seems like he's under a spell. He can't just find a strength in him to walk away her voice is pulling him closer, like a magnet. He didn't know that Azula, a girl who always have a sly grin in her lips and a mischievous glint in her eyes, can appear so serene, innocent and angelic while playing a piano.

I know that it breaks your heart when I cry again Over him, mmh I know that it breaks your heart when I cry again 'Stead of ghostin' him

She had a small smile in her lips, eyes closed as she sings and her signature side bangs just framing her face perfectly. She sounds like heaven, she looks so beautiful. He stopped his thoughts, why the fuck he'll think of her like that. He's trying to just focus on listening to her. Trying to avoid that little voice in his head that's when he accidentally moved the door much open making a creeking sound. She immediately stopped and the moment her eyes open they meet his gaze. Oh, he's such a dead meat right now.

"Uhh, hi Azula…" he waved his hand awkwardly. "Ummm, I didn't know you can sing.." he's trying to lighten tension in the room but he's clearly failing.

"Cut the garbage, Sokka. What the hell are you doing here?" she replied as she slowly make her way to him.

"Ummm, I just passed by the hallway and I heard someone's playing the piano so I got curious…. I swear that's all," even if she's much smaller than him he can't help but feel nervous by the way she's looking at him.

"I didn't take you to be the gossip type, but I don't care anymore" she picked up her bag and stopped right in front of him. His breath hitch by the intensity of her gold eyes. "If you ever tell a single soul about what you hear I will not hesitate to bring you down" she said jabbing her index finger in his chest.

"Yes, yes, yes I understand" he nodded. She's about to walk passed him until he tried to pushed his luck "but can you atleast have a lunch with me today in exchange of keeping your secret, I kinda need your help?"

"What for?" irritation is clear in her voice as she turned around again to face him.

"Well, you see I kinda have of unfinished music compositions and hearing you sing which I assume is your original piece I think you can lend me hand to put finishing touches for mine." He ramble while Azula just stared at him then silently turned back. Oh he's such a dead meat right now until…

"Text me when and where, I'll be there and don't be late" she said as he watch her walk away. And that's when he realized he got a stupid smile plastered on his face.

[folklauerate]

i loved your ant/kate/simon fic though i would love to see them as a throuple. in your opinion what kind of dynamic they would have ? other than being obsessed with each other

Alright, this is probably going to be a long response and not at all for the thing you expected, so buckle up lol.

First of all, thanks so much! That was a oneshot I wrote for @grantairesbottle because Nel asks and I deliver lol. I was mainly just frustrated that I couldn’t puzzle together a way for all three of them to do it; I kept trying to figure out exactly how the dynamics would work. I talked to Nel and Amanda about it a bunch until it made sense, and that oneshot was born!

I don’t think I’ll return to that universe, nor do I have a definitive answer on how they are in a throuple in that AU; sometimes my fic writing is more like an exercise. The Kathony twoshot I wrote called Office Hours was also a writing exercise; I just wanted to write something really smutty and see how I could make it work. Anyways, all this to say—I have some idea of what the future looks like for those three in that AU but I’ll leave it up to the readers to decide if they’re even a throuple at all or what their future looks like! :)

However, I’m so glad you asked about Anthony/Kate/Simon because they actually are a throuple in the Singing in the Rain AU I’m writing :) also for Nel lol!

(Important to note that this is a Singing in the Rain AU but it’s also sort Babylon and Gatsby inspired, and it’s also really about the death of the American dream. So it’s gritty and darker and more salacious and sexy and hardened than SITR is, like waaaaay more.)

I’m stoked to talk about it mainly because the AU focuses on Ben/Sophie, and the Anthony/Kate/Simon pairing is in the background, so it doesn’t feel like I’m spoiling anything. In this AU, Simon and Anthony are childhood best friends. Simon’s dad is terrible and abusive, and Anthony is really his only friend, and the two of them have a really deep friendship that blossoms into a relationship. Because it’s the 1920s, they have to keep it under wraps. When we meet them in the AU, they’re already established studio heads (Simon) and producers (Anthony). Simon is a fake relationship with Daphne (a lavender marriage, if you will), and Daphne, an actress, has a secret and fun on-off thing with longtime rival, Cressida Cowper. Anthony is a silent producer on a lot of Simon’s films and isn’t in the public eye, but he’ll still be photographed with girls hanging off of his arm at parties to keep appearances up.

Enter Kate.

So Benedict is the actor in this AU, playing the Don Lockwood type character, and he’s doing a play in Los Angeles that Kate is the set designer for. Anthony goes to see the play and is entranced by the sets, the paintings, everything. It’s an adaptation of Much Ado that has sets made to look like a beautiful countryside estate—the sets remind Anthony of Aubrey Hall, which is likely due to the fact that Ben described the estate to Kate, who used that as inspiration while doing the set design and building sets. (Important to note that this is a small production done with friends, which is why there’s so much collaboration and overlap happening in roles, and all because Ben is trying to be a “proper artist” and refuses help from Simon and Anthony to be launched in films, because he thinks they’re not real art, but he, of course, changes his tune.). ANYWAYS Anthony goes to the opening night party and insists on talking with the set designer and Ben introduces him to Kate. He’s taken aback—and half in love—but she misinterprets his shock and thinks he’s making fun of her, or doesn’t believe that a woman could have done it.

Anthony, however, is a rat boy, and he’s not letting cheese girl get away so easily.

He comes to every show and hangs around and tries to hire her. She’s wary of this big Hollywood producer trying to come and bring her onto a big set, doesn’t really trust him. But they’re them, and they fall for each other anyways, and he hires her to come work for him. They try and stay away from each other but he keeps hanging around sets while she’s working, which he’s never done before, and tongues start wagging.

What becomes a touch tricky is Simon. Simon has never loved anyone other than Anthony, and to be fair, until Kate, he never loved anyone other than Simon. But this complicates things. I’m skipping some stuff, but after some long conversations and some misunderstandings and things, Anthony and Kate get married, but Anthony and Simon continue to have a relationship. Kate is not involved in it necessarily, though she’s friends with Simon as well, and sometimes all three of them will 👀 but not always. That’s sort of the understanding; they’re a throuple, although Kathony are married (bc it’s acceptable to be), but those close to them know there’s three people in the relationship.

That’s sort of all I can say without spoiling the ending (which isn’t necessarily happily ever after for everyone!) but yeah :)

[scotianostra]

On 22nd November 1794 Alison Cockburn,  poetess, songwriter and socialite

Alison Cockburn’s is most famous for writing the words for one of our greatest songs, Floo’ers o’ the Forest.

Born as Alison Rutherford  at Fairnilee House near in the Scottish Borders. She married Patrick Cockburn of Ormiston in 1731.  Alison Cockburn’s married life was as happy as she or anybody else could possibly have desired. aged just 19, as she states in her Memoirs, she had had several “matrimonial, as well as dancing lovers.” But from the moment when she gave her heart as well as her hand to Patrick Cockburn, she never glanced aside or had cause to regret the marriage. Alison but was widowed in 1753 after 22 happy years, and was left with a small but “adequate“ income.

After losing her husband it has been written that she “never lost her liveliness, her insatiable love of mischief, mockery and match-making” 

Anyway Alison became the 'Queen' of Edinburgh society and for more than 60 years was at the centre of a circle of notables of the Scottish Enlightenment, she knew a young Walter Scott who she described  as 'the most extraordinary genius of a boy' she was friends with the likes of David Hume and Robert Burns, of the bard she described as having 'a most enthusiastic heart of love'.

Alison Cockburn  was a poet as well as a wit and a socialite, of  Floo’ers o’ the Forest, Walter Scott and Robert Burns unite in praising this poem to the skies, so it is perhaps rather presumptuous to find fault with it. “A fine set of verses,” Scott calls it in one of his letters.  “‘Flowers of the Forest’ is charming as a poem,” Burns wrote, in 1793, to This editor George Thomson, when the latter had asked his advice as to the projected publication of a series of songs to suit a collection of the best Scottish airs.

I must point out though that the song, like many others, including Burns and Scott’s own work, was deeply embedded in Scottish storytelling circles, handed down from generation to generation through the centuries, that’s not taking anything away from Alison Cockburn or her version, Burns himself is said to have played around with the story himself aged 17 he wrote  I Dream'd I Lay.

Alicia, as she was also known, was for many years one of the best known and best loved characters in Edinburgh society. Her house was the rendezvous of all the interesting persons who inhabited or visited the Scottish capital. Her parties were characterised by an absence of formality, which did not detract form their charm

Her parties and dinners were not  formal, they were  formed, at a few hours, or less notice, little snug supper-parties, I think a lot of us will have grown up with similar types of shindigs and spent many an early hour sitting at the top of the stairs listening to the singing and shenanigans in living room and kitchens growing up, a thing that I doubt goes on much nowadays.

David Hume, the philosopher and historian, arriving at Mrs. Cockburn’s house, when most of the supper dishes had been consumed, was met by the hostess who at once made Herculean efforts to cater for his needs. He stopped her with a smile. “Trouble yourself very little about what you have, or how it appears,You know I am no epicure, but only a glutton!, epicure being an old word for one who takes pleasure in eating. 

Mrs. Cockburn’s little parties often included  a concert given by operatic “stars,” or a dramatic performance by exponents of the latest music-hall sensation.

This was certainly the most interesting period in the social and literary history of Scotland, when so many young eagles were testing their flying powers, The Enlightenment was in full flow and this wee wifey fae the Borders was at the heart of it.

Walter Scott has declared that the city of  Edinburgh was more like that of Paris. There was an absence of formality and ostentation about the social gatherings of Edinburgh in which they resembled the little French parties where “wit and brilliant conversation superseded all occasion for display.” I personally see Scotland as a nation still very much like this, we are generally a very welcoming people, the Highlands in particular are known for their hospitality.

As I wrap this post up I again refer to Sir Walter Scott who wrote of our subject;

 “Even at an age advanced beyond the usual bounds of humanity,” wrote Sir Walter Scott, “she retained a play of imagination and an activity of intellect, which must have been attractive and delightful in youth, but are almost preternatural at her period of life. Her active benevolence keeping pace with her genius rendered her equally an object of love and admiration.”

Mrs. Cockburn found herself, even at the age of eighty, still at the very centre of the most interesting element in Edinburgh society, and that when she died two years later she left a gap which it was not easy to fill, and a reputation for brilliancy of intellect and kindliness of disposition which has survived until to-day.

Alison Cockburn died on this day 1794. She is buried in the kirkyard of Buccleuch Parish Church, where another subject of a recent post, The Blind Poet,  Thomas Blacklock is also laid to rea, I am sure that the pair would have been friends as Burns knew both from his time in Edinburgh.

I've heard the lilting, at our yowe-milking, Lasses a-lilting, before the dawn o' day; But now they are moaning, on ilka green loaning: The Flowers o' the Forest are a' wede away.

At buchts in the morning, nae blythe lads are scorning The lasses are lonely, and dowie, and wae; Nae daffin', nae gabbin', but sighing and sabbing, Ilk ane lifts her leglen and hies away.

In hairst, at the shearing, nae youths now are jeering The bandsters are lyart, and runkled and grey At fair, or at preaching, nae wooing, nae fleeching — The Flowers o' the Forest are a' wede away.

At e'en, at the gloaming, nae swankies are roaming 'Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play; But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie The Flowers o' the Forest are a' wede away.

Dule and wae to the order, sent our lads to the border The English, for aince, by guile wan the day: The Flowers o' the Forest, that foucht aye the foremost The pride o' our land, are cauld in the clay.

We hear nae mair lilting at our yowe-milking, Women and bairns are heartless and wae; Sighing and moaning on ilka green loaning The Flowers o' the Forest are a' wede away.

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Interview with Amy Tess

The Confidence Games

Berkley Pub

July 9th, 2024

The Confidence Games by Amy Tess is a thoroughly entertaining read. Readers will fall in love with the characters and even though they are con artists, will root for them.  There are hidden truths, friendships, the true meaning of family, and a suspenseful mystery.

Emma Oxley and Nellie Yarrow were inseparable friends until Emma got engaged. After her fiancé ditched her, who should show up to help her recover, Nellie.  They now decide to reinvent themselves by changing their names and wiping clean any digital footprints.   Emma and Nellie make a name for themselves on the Goods Exchange International, which is Europe's biggest Black Market by playing mind games, swindling, and conning people. They made tons of money after picking people’s pockets. Influenced by their backstories they adhere to only two rules: they will only swindle men, and only ones who deserve it. Known as the Dream Team they make a reputation for themselves. Everything was going great until Nellie is kidnapped, and Emma is forced to steal the Heart of Envy, a piece of jewelry that is being displayed in a London Museum, if she wants to see Nellie alive again. 

The supporting characters are just as enchanting as the main characters.  There is Dax the duo’s resident computer expert and Sophia, a ten-year-old girl who delivers the ransom note.  But both Dax and Sophia are also endangered.

This story takes readers on a roller coaster ride, full of twists and turns. It is a suspenseful character driven story that people will love.  The only problem is that this is a stand-alone and there might not be any more stories.  After reading the book, people are going to clamor and plead for more adventures with these characters.

Elise Cooper: Idea for the story?

Amy Tess:  I was living in Italy.  My inspiration comes from small nuggets out of nowhere. I was walking around the city at night.  I saw two girlfriends huddled together and wondered why one of them was wearing a big heavy coat in the middle of summer. It appeared something was hidden under the coat.  I kept thinking afterward, what were they thinking and what were they hiding. I wrote a note to myself: book idea of two friends who were con artists. I enjoy the idea of exploring female friendships.

EC: How would you describe Nellie?

AT: She is strong-willed, a liar, independent, courageous, trusting, and vulnerable. She suffered through horrific abuse in her past. The way she deals with it is to build up resilience and made it her life’s mission to seek out revenge for others. She becomes this Robin Hood-like figure where she believes she is righting wrongs by stealing from bad men. At her core she is a good person.  Throughout the book she learns to address this anger she was holding on to because of her past. Her abuse has influenced how she sees the world. 

EC: How would you describe Emma?

AT: She is sad, detailed, a planner, confident, organized, likes to be in control, analytical, and is not very trusting.  She has suffered through heartbreak.  The way she deals with it is to hide who she really is and withdraw. She hides who she really is because she is afraid of getting hurt again.  She sees heartbreak as a risk to be avoided at all costs. 

EC:  How would you describe what they do?

AT:  This book quote explains, “We never cross anyone who didn’t deserve it.” This is their belief system, that they are doing bad things to bad people. They are con artists who play mind games, thieves who use focus, deceit, and manipulation. Basically swindlers. Personally, I like to explore this grey area between what is right and wrong. 

EC:  What was the role of Dax?

AT:  He is the tech expert of the team. He does not believe in his own skills.  Nellie and Emma give him a professional push.  

EC:  What about the little girl Sophia?

AT: She is trusting, hopeful, someone who has had a lot of rejection and disappointment. I saw her as a mirror to Emma.  They both had a lot of betrayal, yet Sophia is upbeat and very trusting.  She was a guiding light for Emma.

EC:  The role of family?

AT:  They all become a family.  All of them have an issue with their own family so they become their own family, joining together to support one another.

EC: How would you describe the head bad guy?

AT: He likes to play mind games and is tricky. He humiliates, is mean, and is a liar. Once again, with him readers see how the line between good and bad is blurred.

EC:  What about the relationship between Nellie and Emma?

AT: They can read each other’s minds, loyal, will always help each other and look after each other.  They are life long best friends.  The only people they can trust is each other. They have platonic love between each other. 

EC:  What is the role of Sophia’s Book of Good Advice?

AT: It was fun for me to write. It was mostly to show Sophia’s wisdom without making her too pretentious. I came up with these quotes.

EC:  Next Book?

AT:  As of now this book will not be a series but I do like to leave it open-ended.  My next book will not be related to this book.  It will be out in July of next year, set in a women’s prison. It is a locked-room mystery where a murder occurs.

THANK YOU!!

[sleep-deprived-luka]

In the Mizuena Story Ena comes across the Others multiple times (since the entire plot is about crossing the line between human and others) and I've been trying to give each encounter some form of unique flair, adjusting the prose or working on some interesting forms of distortion.

Ones I'm satisfied with are Teto and the crows. Teto who invites Ena in a dance and having a fun little talk, before leaving Ena exhausted and confused. Talking about how fun the days of the others mixing with humans are, but how they'll always end. The crows who solely talk in ellipses, moving as one large mocking body of glimmering obsidian.

The ones I'm not so fond of, or at least have to work on are, Oliver the cat (There's one scene where Ena tries to interact with him, but small frightened Oliver hisses at her. Erm bla bla rejection of the other), Internet co. (Ena gets suddenly lost in the woods during training, Gumi and some others randomly appear and help her out, with the additional warning that she should leave Mizuki (so homophobic of them :/)), Rui (He's one of the last hurdles, going "Oh me and Mizuki are like Other Others, not fun. You prolly shouldn't associate with us" just, I like writing Ruis dubious hut and the idea of Mizurui angsty "We are children of Chaos" musings makes me go tihi, but I haven't wrote enough of that), Kanade (Homegirl deserves a Ghostbusting chapter, but atm the best I can give is "Wow there's this weirdly beautiful music playing at night, sure hope it's not a ghost or something" ) and prolly some more I can't say from the top of my head lmao.

Most interactions just have the goal of portraying the idea of "Noo, don't interact with us, you're like, privileged or something" almost always followed by Ena ignoring or forgetting the warnings, cuz her only comfort is from the other (rejected heir and all) Basically the common Mizuena chase theming lmao, but I get weird about the themes of sanctity/purity

I could put that to Contrast to the Shizuai plot, where the opposite of Enas theming happens. Instead of a human finding comfort in the Other, it's the inverse with a Other finding comfort in humans.

But instead of sanctity it's domestication and wilderness I explore lmao. Still there are scenes where Airi loses her wilderness, her lynx self and those are fun to explore and the prose in that one is genuinely my favorite part (I used several methods to somewhat describe the transition from lynx to hound to Airi for example by replacing names with animals and then status (If things go as intended Airi won't mention any name before finding equal grounds with Shizuku) It's really fun to figure out animalistic imagery and then the roles of society, all while considering Airis current mindset (Standoffish and all High and mighty to confused, ashamed and deminishing) that stuff plays into my interest lmao)

Still that story heavily relies on me expressing that transition from Airis Pov. Mizuena is mostly interaction based, so I chuck Ena into a room of weirdos and get some dialogue out of it. Her Pov only has some interesting points, like a more painterly prose for descriptions, but nothing that is really beyond the average Pov type. Maybe I could add some more flair to her Pov, but the Character struggle is too external to be worth it :P

This is an incredibly unfocused ramble lmao, well I'm tired so that's that.