#This post was gonna look different till I settled with this

[able-remedious]

Me going threw tumblr: Ah, todays a good day

*sees a blog with velvet and veneer fanart* huh, wonder what this is about? *sees this bitch ship velvet and veneer*

My day is tainted 🤮😭

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

"That's a very stupid idea." Single Dad Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F! Reader

Summary: On the eve on Jake's first deployment since becoming a father, you and Jake try to act like nothing is different. But can you let him go without telling him the truth? That you've not just fallen in love with Tyler Seresin but also his dad.

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x F! Reader

Warnings: 18 + only, Explicit smut, language, single dad Jake and live in nanny reader, age-gap.

Cross Posted on AO3

You’d grown to love Tyler Seresin like he was your own son. Standing in the doorway to the toddler's room, watching his father kneel on the floor beside him, brushing the sweet blonde curls off his forehead was almost too much. 

His father Jake being in the Navy, needed someone desperately when he gained full custody of a son he never knew existed after his mother passed in a tragic accident. His ad on Facebook caught your eye, and the idea of room and board included was an added bonus, but it became more than a job a long time ago. 

“I love you, buddy,” you hear Jake whisper, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead. This was the first deployment since you waltzed into their lives thirteen months ago, and your heart aches at the thought of not seeing him every day. He stands, taking another moment to stare at his son before turning back and pausing seeing you in the doorway.

“He’s really gonna miss you,” you whisper, putting a clenched fist to your chest, “we both are.” 

His eyes soften as he turns one last time to look at the little boy, before nodding out into the hallway and closing the door shut behind him. “Meet me on the couch?” he asks, staring at you with an unknown expression. 

“Yeah,” you tremble, “we got to watch the next episode of Only Murders in the Building.” 

Jake smiles but the light doesn’t reach his eyes when he nods, “it’s probably gonna be awhile till we get the chance again. I’ll go get the snacks and meet you there. Maybe we can finish the season tonight, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.” 

“Whatever you want to do,” you nod, “I’m not going anywhere.” You take off down the hall, feeling him close behind you as you walk down the stairs and turn off to the living room. He goes to the kitchen grabbing the snacks and you pull out the big blanket and grab the remote, lighting a few candles before flicking off the lights. 

Jake comes back a few minutes later, hands full with two beers, a bowl of popcorn, and several bags of candy. You smile, thinking of the candy you’ve been hoarding in your closet to mail him in his care packages. “Blanket please,” he grins and you lift the blanket, the couch bouncing when he settles down beside you, pulling it back over you both and taking the bowl from his hands. 

“Now I don’t know about you but I have some theories about our killer,” he takes a handful of popcorn and puts it in his mouth. 

“You always have theories,” you tease, settling yourself against him, his arm coming around your shoulders to pull you in tight, “and they’re always wrong.” 

He gasps, “No they are not!” You giggle, leaning back against his arm and staring up at him, the smile on his face wavering as you both realize how close you are. His voice softens, as he lifts one knuckle to run along your cheek, “I’m really gonna miss you.�� 

You take a shaky breath, “I’m really going to miss you too. I’ve had this idea, a recurring thought in my head, that you’re going to find someone else. Come home and not need me anymore.” 

“That’s a very stupid idea,” he leans closer, his nose brushing against yours. “I am always going to need you. I’m always gonna want you.” 

“Jake,” you whisper, your lips brushing his he’s so close, “we shouldn’t. You’re leaving tomorrow.” 

“I know Darlin’,” his accent’s thick, “but if I go away for six months and not at least kiss you, that would be the biggest mistake of my life. Because baby, it would be agony to be alone with nothing but my hand and just the image of you in my head, without having had to taste those lips I dream about, every, fucking, night.” 

“You dream about me?” you sit up pushing off the blanket to the floor and straddling his lap. His cock is hard and straining against his sweatpants and you let out a whimper when it catches your clit as you settle down, arms wrapped around his neck. 

“Baby,” he warns, letting out a moan when you grab his hands and place them on your ass, giving him the permission he needs. He surges forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. It’s like coming home, he pulls you closer, needing to feel every inch of you pressed against him. His tongue comes out to lick your bottom lip, tangling with your own on a groan. 

“Fuck,” you gasp, when he lifts his hips, driving his hard cock against you, your panties drenched and soaking through his sweats. “Jake,” you pull his hair, and he pulls back, his eyes hazy as they watch you pull off the black lace nightgown, dropping it to the floor. If he wasn’t religious before he is now as he worships your breasts, biting and kissing every inch before taking a perky nipple and sucking it into his mouth. 

“Oh, god,” you lean back, his hands squeezing your ass as he lowers you off him and down onto the couch. His mouth works down your body and you bite your lip, eyes rolling back when he mouths at your soaked panties. 

“Can I take these off, baby?” he asks, and you open your eyes and nod, “I’m gonna need verbal confirmation darlin’.” 

“Yes,” your quick to answer, “Jake, please, please, please,” he groans, quickly pulling off your panties and pulling your legs over his shoulder before diving into your soaked cunt. “Oh,” you groan, “fuck, Jake.” He swirls his tongue back and forth over your clit, your pussy soaked, he pulls back and spits on your pussy before diving back in. He must have been blessed with some pussy eating powers because the way he moves his mouth, up and down, fast and then slow have you shaking before the most powerful orgasm of your life takes over. He holds your legs tight, watching as they tremble and you lean back into the couch, your chest high in the air as you whimper out his name. 

“That’s it, baby,” he coos, kissing up your chest before finding your lips, “that’s my girl.” He tastes like you, tangy and sweet his chin glistening as he smiles down at you, “Ready for another one?” 

You huff out a laugh, still struggling to catch your breath, “I think I need a minute.” 

“We got all night,” he whispers, stealing another kiss, “I’ll happily go down on you till the sun comes up, baby. That was a fucking sight.” 

“What about you?” you run your fingers through his hair, his eyes closing as he leans further into your touch. “Aren’t you gonna let me have a taste?” 

His eyes slowly open, a vulnerability you’re surprised to see after he just put his mouth on your most sensitive areas. “I don’t have any expectations, I’ll take any piece of you, you’ll give me.” 

“You’re not the only one who dreams, Lieutenant,” his jaw clenches when you use his title and you worry you’ve crossed a line, quickly going to apologize when he cuts you off. 

“Say that again,” his voice has gone deep, and you realize it’s his commanding voice. 

“I’d like to serve you, Lieutenant.” 

He swallows hard, before getting up and standing beside the couch, your naked and he takes a moment to gaze over you before pulling down his sweats and boxers. Your breath catches in your throat and you lick your lips when he pumps his cock, eyes caressing as he watches the rise and fall of your chest, your thighs clenching together. “On your knees,” his voice is strong and confident and you stand quickly dropping to your knees before him. 

“Show me your tongue,” his hand on your jaw is firm but not uncomfortable and you open your mouth presenting your tongue. “That’s a good girl,” he slaps his cock against your tongue, “now serve your Lieutenant.” He takes his hand off your jaw, placing it on your head as he guides his cock into your waiting mouth. He groans when you wrap your lips around him, sucking him deep, “Oh fuck, shit, baby.” 

Swirling your tongue around the tip, he looks down, holding your eyes as you suck him deeper and deeper, the tears seeping out of the corner of your eyes and the sounds are vulgar. Spit dripping down his balls and onto your tits, your pussy throbbing with the control, the power he commands as he drives you back and forth on his cock. “Shit, I’m close,” he moans, “stop,” he gasps, pulling you off, “stop, stop.” 

“Did I do something wrong?” you frown, glancing up at him as he brushes the tear off your cheek. 

“No,” he drops to his knees before you, “no, you did nothing wrong, you hear me?” 

You pout, “then why’d you not let me finish?” 

His face turns serious before he stands holding out a hand and pulling you off the floor and into his arms. “I wanted to let you finish,” he comforts, “believe me, baby. But I want to do something else more if you’ll have me.” 

“Oh Jake,” you run your fingers through his hair, “you’ve had me from the moment we met. There’s never been anyone else, and I don’t think they’ll ever be anyone else.” 

Jake leans down, picking you up bridal style and taking off for the bedroom. He pushes the door open and lays you down gently with a soft kiss before turning back to the door and closing it, sliding the lock into place. He goes to the nightstand, turning on the soft light before reaching for a box of condoms and setting them on top of the dresser. 

He grabs one, and you sit up taking it from his hands and ripping it open. His eyes watch as you slide it onto his cock, before you lay back against the plush pillows. Jake settles between your legs, his hands on either side of your waist as he kisses you so slowly and achingly tender it makes you want to cry. The first press of him inside has you tenseing before he reaches down between you, rubbing your clit slowly as he works in inch by inch. He fills you so completely like he was meant to be here, his cock pressing deep enough inside you, you can feel him hit your cervix. 

“Fuck,” he moans, pressing his forehead to your own, “your pussy is perfect, baby, so tight and warm wrapped around me. I never want to leave.” 

“I don’t want you to leave either,” you whisper, a tear sliding down your cheek, “god, Jake, you were made for me. I-” you hesitate only a second, “I love you.” 

Jake leans back, his eyes wide as he licks his lips, a single tear running down his cheek as he slowly starts to move inside you. You’ve read before about people making love for the first time but never experienced it. But the way Jake moves, his body so in sync with your own, this isn’t fucking, this is making love. 

The pressure builds and you move your hips meeting him with each thrust, his hand moving back between you as he rubs your clit. “That’s it, baby,” he praises, “cum with me, almost there,” his hips move fast and there is a power that knocks the air from your lungs with each thrust before you're crying out as he fills you. He never stops, still thrusting steadily inside you, letting you ride out your orgasm before pulling out. 

You catch your breath feeling vulnerable when he quickly leaves the bed and flicks on the bathroom light. Only for him to return a moment later, the condom disposed of, and a warm washcloth running over your spent pussy. He tosses the cloth into the laundry bin, turns off the light, and folds into bed behind you, pulling you against his chest, his chin slotted on your shoulder. 

Jake presses his lips to your cheek and whispers, “I love you,” into your ear. You turn, glancing up at him with wide eyes and he smiles running his fingertip over your face as he traces every line. “Did you think I didn’t?” you stay silent, watching him and trying to take a mental picture. “I’ve been in love with you since the day I came home to Tyler sitting on the counter in his chair laughing as you danced to Foot Loose.” 

“That was eleven months ago,” you do the math, “why didn’t you say something?” 

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable if you didn’t feel the same way. I’m older than you by ten years baby, and I’m a single parent. I didn’t want you to feel stuck. You still have so much to do in your life, I didn’t want you to have to wait around for me.” 

“I choose you, Jake,” you press a hand to his cheek, his eyes becoming glassy. “I love you, Jacob Andrew Seresin. I love Tyler like he’s my own son, and there is nothing on this earth that is going to take me away from you. Tomorrow you have to leave for six months and fuck I’m going to miss you every single day but I will be here when you get back. Because that is what you do when you love a man in uniform, Jake.” 

“I love you,” he whispers, your full name coming out like honey on his tongue. “I’m gonna fight like hell to come home to you. To both of you. I’ll call home as much as I can and write when I can’t.” He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you back into his chest, his cock hard against your ass, and you wiggle causing him to groan in your ear. 

“So soon, Lieutenant?” you tease, his hand on your waist dipping lower between your thighs and his teeth leaving hickeys on your neck, soothing with his tongue. 

“Oh baby,” he whispers, and you can hear the smile in his voice, “we got all night.” 

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

Interviews for New Beginnings: Part 7

Alfie Solomons x Fem! Reader, 3.7k words, WARNINGS: mentions of blood, injury, stitches, cursing, violence

Guys... is it weird that I'm crying a little? This is the first series that I've ever done. This is from the first post i ever made on this blog, and I feel like I've met so many amazing people from this series. I did spend a good amount of time thinking of a good way to close this series, and I can only hope that I made it good enough for you guys. My heart breaks leaving these two behind, but I don't think this is the end for them. I do see myself writing some one shots or other things for these two. But regardless... I love you guys so much. I hope you enjoy this final installment. Sending all of my love always. - Mo

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Any soldier worth his salt knows what getting shot feels like. Either through their own experience or staying beside their brother. They all say the same thing.

A hard punch.

The immediate all encompassing burn.

Your body feels like you’ve been run over by a train.

Your body on fire.

Air sliding through your lungs like glass shards.

Alfred Solomons has been shot five times.

Six counting this one. The first time was when he was 14, and he was caught snatching sweets from the corner store, and the old store owner with the bad eyes shot at Alfie, grazing his left thigh. The other four times were in the war. Foot and shoulder and once in the lower back, which is still troubling him to this day. All of those were the same. Rage inducing. The bloodlust burning brighter than the flame of the pain. In hours he was fixed up. Rusty scalpels and pliers pulling out the shrapnel as he numbed the cuts by drowning in drink and breaking metal bars with his teeth.

This one was different. The burn and hit was memorable. As memorable as a betrayal. But the bloodlust that got him through that burn wasn’t present. Like warm oil being poured over his mind and body he felt the exhaustion of the tears settle over him. And look. An angel has come to take him to stay with the forefathers. Wow… what a mercy… the angel looks so much like you. Sounds and smells just like you. Like lavender. Like spilled ink and fresh paper. So soft and tender. What a mercy God has given him. That the angel to walk him to the other side would look like the only woman he has ever truly loved.

Tommy and Ollie rush over, as John pulls you away from Alfie's body. You screamed and kicked, trying to get free from John's grasp. "It's alright love it's alright. They're going to fix him up I promise love! He's gonna be ok!" John tried to calm you but you were inconsolable as you saw Alfie's lifeless body being carried out. It takes four men to life his large and hardened body off the ground, a pool of garnet the only sign of the King of Camden’s presence.

John’s attempts at soothing and assurance are met with deaf ears. What point is there for calm and rationalization when Alfie might be leaving you. What point was there to breathe, if breathing meant prolonging a life on Earth that may not have Alfie. Your mind was blank. And you body could do the only rational thing it could do. Wail and preparation for the certain mourning to come.

With a hard smack across your face you suddenly cease, as you see Polly's face in front of you, "Enough! This is not the time for screaming!"

Your lip quivered, never had you been smacked like that before. With a wave, Polly dismissed John to assist Ollie and Tommy, and took you to a chair to sit. Polly wiped your tears, "I am sorry for slapping you, usually I don't smack friends till we are at least 3 months acquainted, but I felt you needed it and I'm sure our friendship will survive. But you need to pull it together darling."

You nodded. It was needed. Even if your ego was now bruised. Polly sighed, "I know you're scared. We all have been in your shoes. But you cannot lose yourself. We need to be there for our men. Yes?"

You nodded. Your man. Your Alfie. Polly stroked your face, "He will live.”

“How can you be sure?”

Polly gives you an embarrassed look, attempting to push up the corner of her mouth, “They always do darling. Try as they might to die, they somehow always make it out. I think God may think these episodes are more of a punishment than Hell.”

A defeated chuckle pushes out of your chest. Alfie would say something as dark as that. And for some reason that makes you feel better. Makes you feel more centered. Polly grabs a bottle from the ground and takes a long swig before passing it to you. You take a longer one, pushing to suppress the sick face you make. Polly’s eyes are glassy, looking at your young face. Thinking and considering how you would handle this. Handle this life. Because if her intuition was right, and it always was, this wouldn’t be the last time you experienced this. This wouldn’t deter you from being next to Alfie. As if Alfie would ever let you go.

Polly stood up suddenly, looking in the gilded mirror on the wall nearest to her, smoothing her dress and repinning those loose curls that fell out in the fray. She holds out a regal hand to you, “C’mon dear. I know where they’d be taking him. He’ll want you near I wager.”

You nod and stand up, not making anymore to wipe the blood or tears off your face. Though it doesn’t stop Polly from straightening out your slip and placing your hair more akin to how you came in. As you begin walking to the door, you see a familiar glint in the shadows and wet of the floor.

Alfie’s signet ring. Small. Small for Alfie at least. You knew him to wear it on his left pinky amongst the rest of his rings. Pure gold, with a royal S engraved onto its front with ivy and thorns. You pause to pick it up and hold it in your hand. It must have slipped off in the scuffle and removal of his body. Polly looked behind herself to see what had made you stop, and marveled at how you had even caught it, “How did you even see that?”

“I suppose I’m just good at looking for his things.”

Polly smiled softly, a familiar ache in her chest reappearing. “Well make sure you don’t drop it hmm? I’m sure he’ll want it back.”

You nod, immediately slipping it onto your left ring finger. You knew innately it wouldn’t budge. It was a perfect fit.

The Shelby family had a trusted physician who routinely dealt with these sort of things. Stand. Cuts. Gunshots. The occasional childhood scrape or concussion when the children needed a good scolding and scare to not be stupid. Dr. Hendricks had been the Shelby physician for many many years. So when he was called for ‘a slight emergency’ he knew that he needed to make immediate preparations.

The Shelby boys and Ollie bashed in the ornate door of Dr. Hendricks’ door, and were immediately met with Mrs. Hendricks pushing the men into the dining room. Already prepped and cold with sterile air Dr. Hendricks directed further with a low and booming voice, “Right here Mr. Shelby, hurry, can’t risk anymore blood loss.”

Alfie was pale, but was still breathing and choking out small groans. Mrs. Hendricks worked diligently alongside the Doctor, who asked questions and made conversation with the men, trying to bring down the tension. “Mr. Solomons boys? Why the sudden fit of charity.”

Mrs. Hendricks hushed him and his sore mouth. But his cheek was what made him so beloved by the Shelbys. Even in what seemed like dire moments, the good Doctor was never one to shy away from a joke or jab. Suddenly Alfie groaned under the crowd. Tommy looked down, shocked Alfie was awake now. Alfie, through the pain and blood, groaned and moaned your name through his teeth. Tommy grabbed Alfie’s arm, “Alright Alfie alright. She’s coming. Took a little bit of a hit didn’t ya old man? You stay awake now for her yeah? Can’t let the girl see ya like this.”

The pain was a hell of a drug, and Alfie could only slur out, “She ok? That little viper make it out ok?”

Tommy could only smile. Even with all the blood loss he was still himself. “Yeah Alfie. Yeah she’s alright. A right harpy screaming out for ya. Now you gotta get fixed up for when she comes back alright?”

Alfie nodded, slipping in and out as the final fragments were being removed, “As soon as im stitched up… I’m killing every Sabini I see. Then I’m fuckin marrying her… you hear me?”

Tommy smiled as Dr. Hendricks scoffed, “I hear you Alfie. I know you will.”

Alfie passed back out on the table. Dr. Hendricks nodded at Tommy and Ollie, “He’ll be alright. Nearly hit some vital organs but it’s alright. Have a nasty scar though, I’m sure he won’t mind. He’ll probably sleep for the rest of the night and into the morning. You all stay here, let’s keep an eye on him yeah? Mrs. Hendricks? Would you call the kitchen to make some supper for the gentlemen here and ladies to come?”

Mrs. Hendricks and the kitchen must have indeed been witches in a past life, or in the present. because there was no logical reason that such a warm and delectable feast could have been prepared so quickly. Soup and bread and cold chicken brought up with strong tea and coffee. When John Shelby asked for gin, his head was swiftly smacked by the effervescent Mrs. Hendricks, who quickly reminded him that she knew where all his sore spots were.

Polly and you arrived soon enough, and were embraced by the Doctor and his wife. The Shelby men stood up quickly, nodding to you in respect. Ollie shucked off his coat to drape over you. It was warm in the house. But your shivering wasn’t for cold.

Before you could look to Dr. Hendricks, he gruffed out from behind his thick salt and pepper beard, “No need to fret Miss. He was a model surgical patient. Nearly slept through the entire thing. In fact that stomach of his is a model for good stitchin’ would you like to see?”

Before Dr. Hendricks could pull back the clean and crisp cotton laid over Alfie’s bare torso to show you his no doubt fantastic work, Mrs. Hendricks stopped with a cherub like hand on his thick arm, “My dear, I don’t think the lady would feel keen on seeing her darling cut and stitched. Maybe some other time yes? Why don’t we let her have time alone with Mr. Solomons? It’s late. I think we should all retire yes?”

With a look around the room everyone nodded, giving their best to you and expressing incredible thank to the Doctor and Mrs. Hendricks. The Shelby boys tipped their hats to you as they filed out. Ollie nodded to you, assuring you that he’d alert your family of your whereabouts. Polly gave you a motherly hug, kissing the tip of your head, “Chin up dear. Must be strong when he wakes up. I’ll stop by tomorrow.”

As soon as you came in, you were left alone. With the soft voice of Mrs. Hendricks pulling out of your numb trance. “Let’s get you cleaned up dear. Get you in something a little more comfortable. My daughter was about your size, and I have some of her clothes in her old room.”

Like a child who just woke out of a long slumber, you were lead down the short hallways littered with photos and paintings and certificates to the now guest room of the Hendricks home. Once she realized you had gone nearly despondent, Mrs. Hendricks helped you out of your stained dress, and into a soft cream colored night gown, with pink ribbon threaded through the top. She called one of the maids bring up hot water to wash the makeup, dirt, and dried crusted blood off your face and arms. Your dress was taken to be washed, and Mrs. Hendricks un-pinned your hair, getting it loose and out of your face. She sat you back in the make shift hospital room once she assured your were comfortable and clean. She poured tea for you. Something strong. Something hot. Your thumb rubbed across the delicate ridges on the cup, incredibly interested in the greenery hand painted on the china. Unable to face the near stillness of Alfie on a table.

“You love him don’t you?”

You feel those tears welling up in your eyes. Unable to speak any louder than a whisper, you confess, “Very much.”

She smiled softly, placing her thick soft hands on your knee, “He called for you.”

You looked up, “Did he?”

A soft chuckle left her, and she sounded so much like your mother, “He did. That’s the thing about these military gangster men yeah? Big and strong and tough. Till they get hurt. Then they cry for their women. I think we are the only things that help.”

You nodded, a pained smile sneaking on your lips, hands gingerly slipping into his rough hands. So much gentler now in sleep. Your eyes never leave his hands as you ask, “How do you stand it? How does any woman stand it?”

Mrs. Hendricks just sighs. Remembering the old days with her dear husband James. Back when he running with the Lee boys. When the medical practice wasn’t just a medical practice. There was a reason he was so good at stitching people up. Mrs. Hendricks leaned back in the chair, “By trusting them. By scolding them. Telling them off when they’re being outrageous. By standing by them. Because we know even a little bit of time with them is better than a life without them.”

Mrs. Hendricks then stands up, “It’s nearly 2 sweetie. Why don’t you take Jeanine’s old room? He’ll be there when you wake up.”

You shake your head vehemently, “No. Thank you Mrs. Hendricks. Thank you very much for your hospitality. But I want to be here when he wakes. I just… I don’t want to leave him here alone.”

She softly smiles, a tear slipping by, “Alright sweetie. That’s fine. I’ll bring you a couple blankets then. And a pillow just in case. Feel free to walk around the house if you need. Kitchen is all yours.”

You’re not sure how long you stayed awake after the gifts of the blankets were delivered. But you never laid down. You sat on one of the chairs placed on the dining room table where Alfie laid. You brushed the hair out of his face and ran your fingers over his beard and scars. You rattled off the notes you had for the gaming club. You whispered to him about the set up, the prices, and how he should really be more affable with the customers. But mostly you whispered how much you loved him. How much you wished you had told him sooner. How much he scared you doing that. You chastised him for putting himself in such grave danger. And for every insult and admonishment you kissed a knuckle and scar. Every kiss an oath that you would not leave him. Not willingly. Not before death.

It was mid morning when Alfie’s gruff voice woke you, “Well ain’t you a picture.”

You gasped and sat up straight, hand clutching Alfie’s warm hand. His hand squeezed back tiredly, “Now I know I’m damned… but this sure don’t look like hell… too nice ain’t it. And I know the devil wouldn’t let an angel like you in hell with me.”

“Oh shut up you wretched old man please.”

You crashed your lips into his, relishing even in his slightly chapped lips as he chuckled into you. You feel him move under you, “Now now sweetheart easy on the old man. Don’t go popping my stitches now. Oh treacle why are you crying my dove? I’m here ain’t I? Old Alfie’s alright.”

You couldn’t help the tears falling, “I… Alfie I… you nearly died.”

He sneered, “Nah. The bastard barely nicked me. What about you eh? No bumps or bruises on you?”

You shook your head and sniffled. You knew you looked pathetic but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not when Alfie was alive. Not when you got to see him in the morning light like this. Alfie groaned as he pushed himself off the table. You moved to help him as he motioned you to settle. He got up, limped to another chair to sit down. The stitches held and he looked good. Still a bit pale but good. “Do you need water Alfie? Tea? I can call for breakfast.”

He shook his head, “No not yet love thank you… but come here.”

The wood floors were cold on your bare feet as you softly walked over to him. He stared up at you, as he tugged on your nightgown, signaling you to sit. Carefully… oh so carefully you sat on his lap, legs swinging over the side, wrapping your arms around his neck. Alfie leaned back with a sigh, bringing you closer, “This is all I need treacle. Just need you near.”

Stroking the scar on his jaw you whispered, “I was so scared Alfie… I thought we’d lost you.”

With half lidded eyes Alfie stared at you. Your sweet lips and teary eyes. A picture of beauty and serenity. The rough callouses on his hands caressed up and down your bare arms, “You’re never going to lose me dearie. I’ll always be here. No matter what. You know why?”

The way his eyes become like fire makes your heart beat faster, “Why?”

He brings your hand to his heart. His own hand dwarfing yours as you feel the strong and steady heartbeat in his chest, “Because this sweetheart… this belongs to you… No matter what happens… in this life the next one and every other fuckin one… I belong to you. You ain’t ever got to worry about what might happen because I’m with you. You got it?”

You smile, nodding, feeling as though your heart is going to burst, “My heart belongs to you Alfie.”

“You don’t have to say it back treacle.”

“I do if it’s the truth.”

A blush rose in his cheeks, barely concealed by his beard and the smile that broke out on his face. “Well… treacle… if that’s the case… I wanted to ask you in a more romantic way…”

“Alfred Solomons…”

“But this seems like a good time…”

“I swear if you dare ask me…”

“And we never know what’s to happen next…”

“Alfred Solomons I am in a night gown!”

“Woman if you do not be quiet I am trying to ask you to be my wife!!”

Your hand flies to your mouth in utter shock. Alfie’s brows are furrowed but he’s trying to keep the smile off his face, “Marry me sweetheart. Be my wife please. I can’t promise that I’ll suddenly be a tame boy but I can promise you that I love you more than any other man ever could love a woman. You can scold me all you want and I’ll never be cross with you.”

He watches you bite your lip and think, and he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven for real this time. You cheekily smile, “I do like it when you’re cross though.”

A dark glint flashes in his eyes as he pulls you in for a bruising kiss, which you all too willingly return. When you come up for air he asks you again, “Is that a yes? You going to be my wife?”

You laugh, “Yes Alfie. Always yes.”

Laughs escaped out of you in a stampede as he presses a million prickly kisses to your cheeks. He mumbles out onto your face, "I need to get you a ring. We'll go to the shop yeah? You pick out any ring you like, I'll resize whatever I need to. Fuck we'll design it for ya yeah?"

You push him back from his assault on your face and hold up your left hand, The one holding his signet, "One could say I have one already. You dropped it on the way over."

Alfie grabbed your wrist to inspect your hand. When he finally recognized the ring and noticed his own was missing, his laughter roared out, "Fuck me you are always so prepared. Always two steps ahead of me ain't ya? Well alright treacle. There's your engagement ring for now. But on our wedding day, I'm giving you a dazzling rock you hear me?"

You laugh again as he rants and raves for his idea of a ring for you. Knowing inside that it didn't matter what he gave you. If he gave you a ring at all. All that mattered was that he was here. He was yours. And you are is.

6 Months Later

The slow sea air dances in through the open window, sending the gossamer curtains floating around you. The radio scratches out something slow and tantalizing from America, the notes sending shivers down your spine. You're dizzy from the night you've had. The butterflies and bubbly drinks and spinning along the floor. You can't believe it happened. You can't believe your wedding day arrived. You feel as though you're amongst the clouds. The only thing keeping you anchored to the Earth is Alfie's grip on your white satin slip as you sway against him to the music.

Late at night. Early morning. Too much work to tell. But it was the first time in a week that you've been able to be alone with Alfie. Your husband.

"What're you thinking about my love?"

You press your face against his chest, shirt long discarded, "I'm just so happy. I didn't think I'd have this. That we'd have this.'

He hums as he presses his lips to your hair, smelling the perfume that had been brushed through your hair. "But we have it now. This is the greatest gift I've ever received. This is the life I've always dreamed of sweet."

You continue to dance with your husband until your bodies couldn't take it anymore. Soon enough he carried you to bed, quickly drifting off into deep sleep in Alfie's arms. In the morning you would wake not as a secretary. Not as a scared girl. Not as someone who felt as she didn't belong. But as Alfie's wife. Alfie's partner. A confidant. A capable woman running a business alongside her best friend. Tomorrow you would wake up excited for this next part of your life. Waking up to a new beginning.

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[ebbyhell]

So i been busy with work and personal stuff, so i have not yet UPDATED That Lucifer doc we shall not speak the name of, i did ask an friend of mine about this legally (Yes they work on Korea) and they said that text while appearing very straghtfored is actually very blurred due the context of PB actions.

First about sharing the previous story events since PB already shared the story with us for free before and then only after put in paywall an person who share they (in case if they paid) cannot be legally held acountable cause (there is no infrigiment of protection rights since the story was acessibale before to public and the person has purchase legalily), what PB CAN DO is try to report the account but CAN NOT SEND AN SUE INVOICE (if their legal team does that is will be very shaddy).

Second the Special pass characthers, they tend to be on an more hard line since their story acess is not free to the public yet (the fact the only manner of access is real money that plays an major in it) so they not acesseble to the public yet, so he recomend holding on that ones (the case would still very blurry in court so PB should be aware of that)

Third PB can sue IF THEY DO NOT MAKE ACESSABLE TO FREE POR GENERAL PLAYERS TO GET, So characthers that can be get with solomon keys, solomon seals even go into an blury line, the reason been this are stuff the normal players can get if they do montaly task so if they wish to sue they have to prove the player obtained in ilegal or monatary means (Very hard on court). So they probaly report the account and try to get shut down insted (not an very good look to an company even an small one).

Fourth with all that said even if they now inform of they terms of notice, they as an company need to be aware that

No charcthers stories that were posted before can abied to this due to the company not giving notice when they relase, so the company is held responsiable and not the buyer/individual (The company commited an careless action of informing their terms of service and can not sue the person due to their own neglict),

2. They can not simple go sending sue to everybody due to this especial cases that require an lawyer to look at (i know turns out the legal world is way more complex than just sending an sue), they also need to be aware in even an 99% chance of lawful stealing of their content they may only be able to sue 2% (even if they manage to prove everybody hacked to obten content they still have more laws to look at).

3. trying to sue someboy that shared an story of an card obtened by Solomons sels wil be very hard since the seals can be abtained by doing general taks and not only by buying, the rights of protections will also not help because even if they did not post on tehy public accounts the fact the person OBTNED ON THE OWN GAME IN N MANNER WERE THE PUBLIC CAN OBTAIN, makes so they did not commit an crime (unless the person share for profit or cause direct warm to PB sales what is very difficult to prove it, PB can not just show this annoucement as terms of service as an sue warrent deal, only as an warning there before can not sue only repport the account, welcome to copyright laws the laws more blurry than an fucking mist seriuous just google when was the last update).

With all been send the conclusion was CAN THEY SAY THEY WILL SUE? YES, BUT CAN THEY ACTUALLY DO IT? HARDLY, if you have doubt you see what happening to other companies that tried to do that with the copyrigt laws you see most of their sues end on settled or loss for the company (excet if you are shady Nintendo then is like very shady sue). They will probaly report the account and try to get they blocked (Shitty look if they do it but leagaly allowed).

What alll that been said i wait till the new King Event to see what they do. (got so see if gonna need to lawyer or to do something different to post the content).

Sorry if it was to much, English not my first language.

[jennay]

You were Wearing Converse

Request: Hey bestie! So I have an idea for a request and you can write it however you see fit (I trust you). Maybe reader is a new assistant for Bryan to help takes photos for the shows and Noah starts getting feelings as the tour progresses and gives reader little smiles and goofy faces when she’s taking pictures of him? Maybe it can lead to him getting the guts to ask reader out and they go on a date on an off day.

An: ok first of all I'm nervous. Second of all I love this and I hope you all enjoy. I had pictures for imagination of the photoshoot but the links weren't working 😭 thanks for bearing with me. If you want to be added to the tag list let me know.

Heres the picture of the duck drawing that was mentioned ( I don’t know who originally did it but I love them for it)

Noah Master List

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"You've got to be kidding me." You sigh as you browse through the photos on your laptop.

Bryan leans over to see what you're looking at. He compares his shots with yours. He settles back on the couch and crosses his legs. "Do you think he's doing it on purpose?" He wonders, his eyes studying the image of Noah making a face at you. "He never pulls that crap in my photos."

You keep scrolling, hoping for a decent one. "Every single one." You exclaim, getting frustrated. "This guy."

Bryan chuckles and shuts his laptop. "Damn it, Noah."

You shake your head and smile despite yourself. "If he does this tonight, I'm done." You joke. "I'm just walking off stage, and that's the end for me." You stand up, setting the laptop on the table of the tour bus. "I'm gonna go talk to him about it."

Bryan's eyebrow raises as he watches you head to the door. "Please be good. I don't want to fire you. We've done so good together on this tour, and if you piss Noah off, I'm gonna end up firing you!"

You swing the door open, smirking at Brian, "I'll be me…and we'll see how that goes. It's been nice working with you, just in case." You joke, "I'll wait till the show's over tonight...maybe that's a better idea." You sigh, "I guess I can stay and check the rest of these pictures and see if there's at least something good from the other three."

That night, you felt adrenaline coursing through your veins as you followed the boys on the stage with your camera, capturing their every move as they rocked to the music.

The crowd was roaring, the lights were flashing, and the sound was deafening. You loved every second of it. You crouched low, zoomed in, and angled your shots to get the best views of them.

You moved swiftly and skillfully, dodging the wires and the fans. You made your way to Noah, standing at the edge of the stage, singing passionately. His voice was raw and powerful, sending shivers down your spine.

You snapped a picture of him, and he looked up at you with a grin. He flashed you the cheesiest smile he could manage, showing his teeth. His eyes sparkled with mischief and joy. You couldn't help but smile back at him, feeling a warm flutter in your chest.

Noah fucking Sebastian was a different person when you were behind the lens. He put on a show for Bryan's pictures, acting tough and cool. He flipped him off, smirked at him, and glared at him with dark eyes. He wanted to look badass for the photos, fans, and image. He played the role of the rebellious rock star perfectly.

But when it came to you, he let his guard down. He was more relaxed and silly. He made faces, winked at you, and stuck his tongue out. He didn't care about looking perfect for you. He just wanted to make you laugh. Half of your pictures were too goofy or blurry to be used for Bryan's Instagram posts or the Bad Omen's official account. But you didn't mind. You cherished those moments of genuine connection with him.

You shook your head, moving out of the way and to Jolly's corner. You could usually get pictures of him without any sass. He was more serious and focused than Noah, but he still had his charm. That was until tonight.

Tonight, he seemed to be in a playful mood as well. He joined Noah in making funny faces and gestures at you, trying to distract you from your work.

You looked across the stage to Bryan, who motioned for you to come closer to him. He had a smirk on his face that told you he had something planned. You wondered what he was up to.

Your eyes met Jolly's again, and you got the perfect shot of him and Noah standing beside each other. They looked like brothers in arms, ready to take on the world with their music. The only downfall? Their tongues were out of their mouth once again.

They looked like two kids having fun, not two grown men performing for thousands of people.

"Fuckers." You muttered as you jogged over to Bryan.

He pointed to Folio, and you nodded without asking questions; you knew Bryan would test your theory. He stayed closer to Noah and Jolly while you stayed near the drummer and bassist, snapping some of the best pictures you've taken the whole tour.

When you turned around, Noah was standing somewhat beside you. He winked in your direction, making your heart skip a beat. You felt entranced by him as he walked closer to you, melting with each smile he gave you. You took that as an opportunity to snap a few pictures of him up close.

For once, he cooperated and gave a fierce look that matched his voice and attitude on stage.

In the pit of your stomach, you felt a weird fear like Noah suddenly turned into a fire demon, brown eyes now black as he danced around the flames. His back faced you as he gave deathly growls into the mic, sending chills down your spine.

As the night ended, you felt better knowing you had a few shots that Bryan could use for his social media posts and promotions. You could save these for your portfolio and some personal memories of this fantastic night with Noah and the rest of the band.

You smile as you watch Noah address the crowd of people who have gathered to see the show. He thanks them for their support and tells them how much he loves them.

The house lights flip on as he and the rest of the band walk off the stage, leaving behind a trail of cheers and applause. You and Bryan are waiting for them at the back, ready to pack up and head to the next city.

Noah quickly walks over to you, his face glistening with sweat and his chest heaving with breaths. He still has that adrenaline rush in his veins, making him look more alive than ever.

"What did you think?" He asks you, smirking as if he already knows the answer.

"I think I'm happy you finally let me get some good shots and let me do my job." You say, playfully pushing his chest with your camera. "You're kind of a pain in the ass, you know that?" You tease him back.

Noah laughs, pushing his hair out of his face with his hand. His brown eyes sparkle with mischief and charm. "So I've heard." He says, leaning closer to you.

You can smell his cologne mixed with his sweat and feel a flutter in your stomach.

You want to be mad at him, but you can't. You've only known him and the band for this tour, but you feel a good connection with them. They're honest and genuine, unlike other artists you've worked with. They don't live off the drama of the industry; they just love making music and sharing it with their fans. And Noah... he's something else.

He's talented, charismatic, funny, and sweet. He always makes you laugh or blush with his jokes and compliments. He's also incredibly handsome, with messy hair, a stubbled chin, and muscular tattoed arms. You've caught yourself staring at him more than once and noticed him doing the same.

You give him one last smile before turning around to leave. You have a lot of work to do before the next show, and you don't want to keep him from his friends or fans.

"See ya later, Noah." You say over your shoulder.

As you turn around, you feel a gentle tug on your wrist, stopping you from moving forward.

"Wait," Noah calls out.

You turn around again, looking up at him with curious eyes. What could he possibly want? You wonder.

"Go out with me tomorrow." He stammers out anxiously, his eyes darting around the room. His face flushes with a deep crimson as he realizes what he just said. He looks at you with a hopeful expression, waiting for your answer.

Your eyes widen with surprise, your mouth dropping open. He was flirtatious with you, but you thought that was part of his charming personality.

You never expected him to ask you out on a date. "Me?" You gasp in disbelief, pointing at yourself. "No." You nervously laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. Your eyes widen even more when you realize what you said and quickly correct yourself. "I mean, yes. Sorry." You laugh again, feeling awkward and embarrassed. "I'm tired. I'm gonna go now. I'll see you tomorrow." You say, holding your camera close to your chest and rushing away from him.

You were getting bored waiting for Noah to return. He wasn't late, but you were growing impatient, wondering what he had planned for the night. You had been on tour with him for a while now, and you were looking forward to spending some quality time together.

You looked around the room, trying to find something to do. Your eyes landed on a little yellow duck beside a Sharpie on the coffee table. You had an idea, one that might keep you entertained till Noah got back.

You sat on the couch inside the tour bus with your legs up to your chest, drawing on what you assumed was a toy duck a fan had probably thrown to one of the guys. You wanted to make it look as much like Noah as possible. You swiped on some scribbles for hair and his tattoos. You didn't consider yourself an artist, but you felt like it would get the point across.

As you drew, you thought about all the fun times you had shared with Noah. You remembered the first time you met him and how he had made you laugh with his silly jokes. You thought about all the adventures you had been on together and how much he meant to you.

You hear the bus door open and footsteps closer to you before Noah stands before you. "Whatchya got there?" He asks while pointing to the duck.

"Oh," you laugh, "I was just drawing." You set the Sharpie down and toss the small rubber duck to Noah.

He chuckles, turning the duck around to observe all the markings. "Is this supposed to be me?" he holds the duck up to his face and smiles softly. "Pretty much twins."

You both laugh as Noah sits down beside you on the couch. "Have you been waiting long?"

"No, I just got here a few minutes ago. Long enough to do my art project." you smile brightly. "So what's the plan, Romeo?"

"Well," he drapes his arm over your shoulder, "Matt's letting us use his rental for the night. I signed up for a cooking class, so there's the food part. Anything you want to do?"

You shrug. "I'm bringing my camera," you say, pointing to the table. "Maybe a little photo shoot is in order because with all the bullshit photos you've given me…. I deserve at least that." You giggle.

He nods knowingly, "OK, but I get to take some of you too. It's only fair."

You roll your eyes at him, "I don't know about that. Maybe if you're lucky, should we head out or?" You stand up, looking down at your casual clothing. "Am I dressed appropriately?"

Noah leans forward, a smile on his face. "If you aren't dressed appropriately, then I sure as fuck need to change."

You shake your head and let out a giggle. "You look good. You always do."

He stands up and follows you to the door, "Stop it." He blushes and tries to hide his face in his sweater. "Let's get out of here."

The drive to the cooking class wasn't awkward like you thought it would be. You spent a significant amount of time laughing and giggling like normal. Noah let you choose the music that surprised you, mainly because he made fun of everything you listened to. He listened with a smile, promising he wouldn't criticize your singing voice. He encouraged you to dance with him and act like an idiot.

As you both arrived at the cooking class, you felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. You were both eager to learn something new and have fun together. Noah was the perfect partner for this adventure.

He was charming, witty, and always knew how to make you laugh.

Throughout the class, you worked together, chopping vegetables, stirring sauces, and tasting each other's creations.

Debating which was better, you swore it was his, but he denied it, claiming yours was better. You were the more experienced one, after all.

You were thrilled to get your chance to shine finally. You had been waiting for this moment for so long. Photos. Photos that he promised you as compensation for all the crappy shots he forced you to take on stage.

"Oh, I see. You just want to keep a collection of my photos to stare at when I'm not around." He jokes as he follows you down the street.

"I want photos to show that I'm a damn good photographer and I didn't waste a year taking lousy photos of the lead singer," you retort, chuckling. "Come on." You gesture to the dim alleyway.

Noah stays close behind you and rests against the brick wall. His eyes drift to your side, and his jaw drops slightly. "A cat." He points under the fire escape, and instantly, you lose his focus.

You observe as he approaches the cat, making some sounds to attract its attention, and the cat seems fearless, allowing Noah to lift it without any mistrust of humans.

You grin as you witness the two, who have hit it off right away. "How did you-" You hoist the camera and capture a quick shot of Noah and the cat he names Layla. "I can't believe it just let you snuggle up. Noah, you're like a fairy tale hero." You tease, clicking another photo, this time nearer to the two.

Noah smiles from ear to ear, petting the cat. He inches closer to you, leaning in; he lets you pet his new pal. "She's adorable."

You reach out gingerly, "How do you know it's a she, could be a he, maybe it's Leo, not Layla…" You joke while peeking at him, smiling and concealing the grin that wants to show.

"He or she…is very adorable." He corrects himself, making the adorable part sound ironic. "OK, Snow White. It's getting dark can we get a few more shots?"

He looks at you with sandness, letting the cat down. He walks to the brick wall next to you and gazes at you with curious eyes, "Here?" He says, halting in front of the area of the building that has red and green vines crawling across the walls.

You nod, looking while raising your camera. "Take your sweater off." You say, squatting down.

"Trying to undress me now?" He chuckles but follows your request and flings his sweater at you.

"Noah!" You gasp as the sweater softly lands on your face. "You almost made me drop my camera." You fling the sweater over your shoulder, catching a whiff of his cologne. You back away a little, pressing the button to take the photos. "You're really loyal to the band, huh?" You point to his shirt that displays his band logo.

"Always loyal." He mockingly rolls his eyes, "It's not like I have a lot of options, y/n." He turns his head as if to spot something on the far horizon, and you seize this chance to snap a few more photos. He looks intense, and this man claims he doesn't have good angles; what a joke that was.

Suddenly, you hear a loud siren and see flashing lights bouncing off the walls.

A police car pulls up next to the alleyway, and a cop steps out. "Hey! What’re you doing here?" He shouts, walking towards you.

You freeze in panic, clutching your camera. Maybe the alleyway was a little suspicious at this time of night.

"We're just taking some photos, officer. Nothing illegal." He says, trying to sound calm.

The cop looks at you suspiciously, then at the cat under the fire escape. "Is that your cat?" He asks, pointing at it.

You and Noah exchange a glance, then shake your heads. "No, sir. We just found it here. It's very friendly." You say, hoping he won't ask any more questions.

The cop nods, then looks at your camera. “What do you got there?”

Noah steps in front of you as if he knows what will happen next and feels the desire to protect you from something happening to you. "We're not doing anything wrong here, right?" He questions.

The cop frowns, then looks at Noah's shirt. "Are you in a band?" He asks curiously.

Noah nods, smiling slightly. "Yes, sir. I'm the lead singer of Bad Omens."

The cop's eyes widen in recognition. "Bad Omens? My daughter is a huge fan of yours. She has posters of you guys all over her room." He says enthusiastically.

Noah laughs nervously, then looks at you. You smile back at him, feeling relieved.

The cop seems to have forgotten about the photos and the cat. He pulls out his phone and shows you a picture of his daughter holding an album of Bad Omen's from 2016. "Can I get an autograph for her? She would be so happy." He asks eagerly.

Noah agrees and signs his name on a piece of paper, writing a nice message, "Thanks for being a fan otherwise your dad might have arrested me."

The cop laughs at what he's written and thanks him profusely. "You two have a good night. And be careful around here." He says kindly, then gets back in his car and drives away.

You and Noah let out a sigh of relief, then burst into laughter. You can't believe what just happened.

You look at him with a mix of admiration and disbelief. "What the hell just happened?" You whisper, your voice is still shaky from the adrenaline rush. "That was…I don't even know what to say. That was insane."

Noah's eyes are wide with shock. He grabs your hand and pulls you out of the dark alley, away from the scene of your mischief. "Let's get out of here." He says, his voice urgent.

You nod wordlessly, following his lead as he walks quickly to the car. You feel his hand warm and firm in yours, and you squeeze it for comfort. "Noah?" You murmur, looking up at him.

He turns his head to you with a gentle smile, his eyes softening. "What's up?"

"You're holding my hand…" You point out, lifting your linked fingers. You feel a flutter in your stomach as you see him blush.

He clears his throat, "Oh, right, sorry. Do you mind?" He asks, looking nervous.

You shake your head, "No, it's sweet…" You say, smiling back at him. You spot a bench near the lake and point to it. "But I think we need to talk about this and what it means." You say, feeling serious.

He nods and follows you to the bench, sitting close to you. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer. "OK," He says, crossing his legs casually. "Let's talk." He says, grinning at you.

You take a deep breath, "Well, what happens after the tour ends? We live in different states and I travel for work just like you do for different musicians. I'm never in one place." You say, feeling worried.

He sighs heavily, "I've been thinking about this before I asked you out… How about you become a full-time member of the crew? You and Bryan are amazing and you don't disrupt our show. You do your work and you don't cause any trouble." He says, sounding hopeful.

He tilts his head to gaze into your eyes, anxiety flashing in his. He waits anxiously as you press your lips together and nod. "OK, well, I love that idea but, I have anxiety and I need to know this is realistic with us living in different states." You say, feeling uncertain.

He shrugs, "I think we can make it work if we really care. We can communicate and see each other. It's not hopeless." He says, sounding confident. "I've thought about this since the first time I met you." He admits.

"You don't remember the first time you met me! Lies." You giggle.

He smirks as he stares you in the eyes. "You were wearing converse and that cute ass summer dress. You came in to the studio and I almost had a heart attack."

You look at him with a shy smile, feeling your cheeks heat up. He leans in slowly, his eyes locked on yours. He brushes his lips against yours softly and gently. You close your eyes and kiss him back, feeling a spark in your heart. He wraps his arms around you and deepens the kiss, making you melt in his embrace. You run your fingers through his hair and pull him closer. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours.

"I really like you, Noah." You say, feeling happy. "But I'm terrified."

He smiles and kisses your nose. "I really like you too." He says, "I'm terrified, but at least we can feel like this together." He teases. "We'll make it work. I have a good feeling about it."

You snuggle with him on the bench allowing his arms to wrap around you and watch the stars twinkle on the lake. You decide to follow your heart and see what happens. In the long run, you knew this would be worth it. Noah was worth it.

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[villainsandheroes]

Hi, I like your writing, and I really liked your "A Discussion" idea with the hero and villain jailed together! I would love to see any other writing you have on that, though only if you want to post it. Have a wonderful day! 💜💜💜

Aw thank you so much! I love you anon :)

Here is that post

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Hero paled a little. “What?”

“You heard me.”

They all eyed each other for a minute. “What happens to the other person?” Villain frowned. 

“Well, I’m kinda bored of two pets.” Supervillain pouted. “I think it’s time I get to know one of you more closely.”

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When Supervillain left to give them time to decide, Hero thought Villain would have gotten up and gone to get free. Making a sneering comment to Hero which was supposed to be a joke but in actuality hurt.

But instead, Villain carefully settled back. Moving his chained hands to his lap. “You ready to get out of here?”

“What?” Hero mumbled.

“I’ll stay.” Villain offered quieter.

Hero frowned. “Hold on. Wait-”

“Discussion over Hero.”

He winced at the harshness. It had been a while since Villain had shown such an attitude towards them. Despite it all, they had grown close. They used to fight each other till blood was drawn. Now they were the ones patching each other up after a torture session with Supervillain. 

Hero stayed quiet for a minute, knowing time was running out but trying to figure out what to say. “My job is to help and protect others. If I have the chance to help you and I don’t-“

“Hero. You have the chance to go help hundreds, maybe even thousands of people. I'm not gonna be a hero after this. I won't go out of my way to save people. I won’t return the favor, I'm not like you.”

Hero held back a whine of sorts. “Villain, you are important.”

Villain quietly considered that. Looking down at his arms and legs scattered in scars before over at Hero, some were the same, others were different. They’d been tortured together for years now. He didn’t know why the supervillain was doing this, or why now he wanted one of them gone, but he knew it wasn’t for any good reason.

“Hero. You need to go.”

“B-“

“Ssh.” He mumbled softly. He moved closer before gently wrapping his arm around them, careful not to tangle their chains up. 

Hero looked at him before carefully hugging him back. “I hate you.” He mumbled, gently pressing his face against him for comfort. 

“I know.” Villain chuckled softly. “Hero? Just… don’t forget me. I know saving me may not work-“

“Oh, I will save you.” Hero hissed quietly. 

Villain laughed at that, harder than he had in a long time. After a minute grinning. “Alright. I’ll give you that. Just. If you can’t- please don’t forget me?”

Hero frowned. “I would never.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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When Supervillain took Hero away Villain could barely watch. Just praying he hadn’t made a mistake and Supervillain was going to kill him.

Supervillain didn’t though. They kept to their word.

They took Hero outside the facility and even took them on a plane flight before going to a random street. Hero’s hands were tied and he was struggling to keep up with Supervillain’s longer stride.

Suddenly he stopped and Hero ran into his back. “Now. I wanted to try this new power on you.”

Hero frowned, looking around at the streets that were full of people. “Wha-“

Supervillain released his arms and held Hero’s head. “I can take away memories.”

Hero thrashed suddenly while trying to get away but Supervillain pinned them onto a wall.

Hero’s memory was wiped in seconds flat.

[mcytscienceside]

did tubbo and bbh ever spar together before tubbo became king or where they at odds like in canon?

this is a little specific but on day 2 of purgatory etoiles hung out with blue (tubbo, tina, and bbh specifically i think) bc ggn wasn't online till he was driven away by psychological warfare/ran out of time. in your au does he ever get close of the soulfire kingdom?

also how do the egg and flag events work in your au? or is it different to canon in that way because the characters are no longer in a game?

is the watcher/feds a part of your world?

hows pac doing? does he still have a history with cell in your au?

what does mariana think of bolas's angel? is juana still dead/a code? how would that work with slime?

do charlie and bbh still have whatever the fuck it was they had in canon?

sorry for the many many questions i just really enjoy your writing!

Sorry for the late reply!! I finished up an essay so now I can write about cubitos >:) I'll put this behind a read more only because I know it's gonna get away from me- More purgatory royalty content here we gooo!

Tubbo and Bad had a similar relationship to canon, kinda antagonistic, but slowly growing to care. This whole arc of learning to care and become closer happened far sooner than in canon because the two basically lived together. But I do think on most days they would spar! Tubbo is stubborn, he wants to get stronger, and training with the knight of soulfire is one way to get ever stronger. I think Etoiles is very well liked by both kingdoms, despite the constant war, his laidback attitude endeared him quickly when Aypierre was king and later on to most of soulfire's council. He couldn't just up and visit but diplomatic missions where much easier...of course they never expected for Etoiles to...do what he did in order to escape his duties as king... Different in this as the eggs do exist in this au! I'll try and make a post about how they work here hehe! But basically those events would translate more into traditional battles than anything game-like. I have to work on how all the wins will affect the characters and what that specifically means for the egg game with bolas winning against GGN. WATCHER...IS IN PROGRESS I SWEAR- I think he'd be some kinda driving force of nature more than anything. Some myth on why their land is plagued by storms and toxic gas and other ailments. The feds meanwhile I've been starting to see as the, ironic, newcomers to the island. Sailed here on many boats and attempted to settle down not knowing the three kingdoms. Whether they make their own kingdom or split off to join others is still up in the air hehe. PAC MY BELOVEDDD yes he does indeed have history here with Cell. Pac was almost one of the angels sacrifices despite his generally solid past with Cell. He was part of soulfire, he was no better than the blood he could spill, nothing else mattered to Cell. Pac was resourceful enough to escape but has now become sure that his friend Cell is no longer in that monster of a man. Now pac also has his prosthetic leg which actually has different attachments depending on what territory he's going in! I would have to think on this more anon, very good question, mostly I think that Juana indeed has been lost. With the codes maybe being another 'disaster' that specifically attacks children. Kinda like the birthday curse in made in abyss! Mariana views the angel of death with much more neutrality than most, he's worship, that's all angels can hope for in this plane of existence. Mariana wouldn't mind such a devoted cult either but he's not exactly looking for more trouble by stepping on the toes of the angel of death. and of COURSE slime and bbh are still weird, I love writing insane people, They have such a strong pull to each other in the worst way. Bad loves torment people and in turn slime gets better tactics to combat bad. There is a constant arms race of tactics and weapons and magic in order to one up the other. Bad used to try and kill slime but now he seems to let the guy go...just to do it again and again. You know! for fun!! :D This got long and sorry for any answers that weren't very set in stone yet this is just constantly spinning in my brain VGHGKJLHB.

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Alr before I drop the head cannons I'ma drop the lore first then I'ma post the head cannons.

Attached Au

An Au of Wally who's been trapped inside of a living being house, Isolated, like a bird wouldn't able to fly. no freedom but to be stuck in a cage being cramp inside wanting to be set free. Even cries or scream of calling for help won't do, Just trapped in there for three weeks.

Until then, An enitity would possessed Wally slowly before becoming into one. As now the living being Wally's house 'Home' now gone. As if home transfered himself or either an entity (that makes home alive.) Goes to Wally.

Wally became little different after being possessed that's sticks to him forever.

(This was before Julie, Frank, Poppy, Howdy and the others. moved into the neighborhood, His only neighbor right now was (Y/N), You.)

In that time, (Y/N) would be at the door waiting for their friend. But no answer, Even after days later on. (Y/N) couldn't stand there and to wait how they become extremely worried that Wally hasn't come out, Even through phone calls Wally didn't reply. Decided to bust down the door or shatter the glass window, Ended up home would push and knock over (Y/N).

Another week passed by of (Y/N) tempting to do anything to check on their friend to just either start wrecking the house.

(Yes (Y/N) is aware it's a bad thing to do to destroy and ruin's someone's property, Speaking of uh. .You know paying the damages. , But they can't help to see what's going on with their friend Wally. His your childhood friend after all. Couldn't lose someone who was there for you and to be loved and cared. It's painful really to lose someone your fond of. And Heck Wally is 'made of love' uh sort of that thing of how you called it.)

A week passed by. The door opens. (Y/N) widen their eyes to see. . Wally, Who's a bit different.

For now the present times. Wally would be very clingy around, His clothes are different and his hair is a bit messy and fluff. His getting all close to (Y/N) weirdly, But (Y/N) would assume it's just how Wally would act around (Y/N) like to tease and make fun of in a friend way to do. Flirting eachother like you know how Best friends would do to mess with, Their relationship shown to be platonic, Just friends that Wally seems be . . . interested in (Y/N) (?)

[If you like in a romantic way, then sure that's really fine to me since..for all Wally simps I'm gonna feed]

Till then the new neighbors arrive (The rest of the gang in welcome home.)

At first Wally is happy about that the people started to move in to this neighborhood, Same with (Y/N). But there's a tiny thing inside of Wally telling that 'I. .prefer to be alone with (Y/N) in this neighborhood. .' Since Wally sometimes has social anxiety with other new people and strangers. And (Y/N) will be the one to lead and do the talking of Wally is not In a mood or comfortable yet to talk.

Till the neighbors settled in, (Y/N) looks at Wally, noticing how his not in a mood to talk and grips onto (Y/N)'s sleeves. Hinting that they will be the one to do it. (Y/N) nods and walks up to the new neighbors with Wally gripping onto (Y/N)'s sleeves.

They introduce themselves first and greeted. 'Glad to see new faces around here, Hope you enjoy your stay and be settled in neighbors.'

They have a little conversation with eachother and the neighbors they move in. While Wally is being silent, That he felt his insides would be tighten, As in that enitity home transfer to Wally that is now turning into a regular house. Wally felt tighten in his insides (not in like a jealous way but like an anvil slowly suffocating him inside.)

(Y/N) looks down and noticed as they said they would give the neighbors some space to do their own thing. While (Y/N) leads Wally to their home, Just to have conversation of what just happen last three weeks ago. .and to comfort Wally in the meantime.

As they arrive, Wally groans in pain clutching his chest. (Y/N) places him down to the couch, They were about to go to grab things that makes Wally slow down his unease feeling or something makes Wally comfortable. But got pulled back by Wally. 'Stay. .friend. .'

(Y/N) sat down next to Wally and Pat's his back then to pet his head. Wally turns to (Y/N) with a soft smile getting comfort at to ease his stress away.

'now. .about three weeks ago, I need you to explain what made you isolate and not answering my calls. I was worried sick, Home won't let me in and keeps pushing me away and send be flying back to the ground. Not even a single bit not letting me inside to check on you. I was desperate and. . wanting to know what happen that I started to try to bust down the door and breaking the window and . .try to climb inside the chimney. Everything I tried to go inside that you were so quiet and made me panic. . What's been bothering you. .? Or is it has to do with home not letting you out.'

(Y/N) then waits for his response as Wally clutches his chest that the pain slowly fades away. He started to explain little by little while holding hands with (Y/N) to comfort Wally being traumatized by that 3 weeks ago.

'all I could remember is that Home seems to be not being it's usual self, I did treated him with respect that it deserves but it felt like something is on his. .uh head I guess, He watches my every move of my behaviour, When I try to sleep I hear these voices. Whispering as if someone was whispering in my ear. There's a time of this shadowy figure corner of my eye, Whenever I turn to look at it, It's not there anymore. And. .the eyes at night were to watch me. . everything. . .I hate it . .It's not even my clothes anymore that hangs on my. .chair. it's just something and like someone.'

Wally continues to explain what he remembers. Some of it just . .as if got erased on his head instantly. (Y/N) nods and continues to listen while rubbing his back to comfort.

"I mean the house was pretty much alive when we started to live here. I was skeptical and suspicious at first . . I didn't much like house that is 'alive' I just have this bad feeling. .when I see it for the first time. Isn't not normal of a house being alive and can interact. .?"

Wally nods in agreement, It's very unexpected and rare to see a living alive home out in the neighborhood. Which is now, It's just a regular home. Wally then and continues to explain. "I feel home is against me something. .around that uh. . time, But uh appreciate how home would let me eat. .and drink t-to of course not to die! Though I notice home changes behavior whenever I come home. .then the other next day, I was about to meet you to hang out and then home won't let me out anymore. Even if I try to tell him to open the door or anything to open. It won't let me."

Wally's hand grips tightly to (Y/N)'s hand. "I tried everything. . .The telephone got cutt off when I was about to call you for help. .like the wire been cutt off on it's own, I can't fix it since home shut the drawer lock tight where I could fix things. . .It just shuts everything. Closed of things I needed to help and get out."

"Then a week later, I. .became scared and terrified that the voices in my head are getting louder, The figure appears and disappears in a blink of an eye. .to the point I lost myself at this point. .I can't sleep. I can't eat well or drink of those thoughts and voices. .my favorite things to do is been locked away. Even if I try to find the key, It's just . .gone. I was so alone, Only I can do now is just sitting in the bed, Eat and drink and taking a bath. And I can't also use hairspray. Which I can imagine home doesn't like that also, As like it would make home be allergic or cough out. You know."

"Then it was the 13th day in 3 weeks, I haven't yet been free. Trapped alone in the dark and these- Stupid voices making me go insane and won't let me sleep in peace!" Wally raised his voice by accident, He breathes in and out. "Sorry that I raised my voice there. . Friend. .I didn't mean to startled you. . ." Wally apologize. As Wally received getting a head pat.

"It's fine really. .It's okay to let out your stress on me, I know that time is hell for you and I know you need to let that trouble some emotions or feelings whatever you describe needed to let out so the pain won't make it worse for you to keep it yourself. Cause I don't want my childhood friend to suffer worse that we've been through since childhood."

Wally looks up to them and smiled. His really glad that he met them. Really glad that their there if he needed. That they will lead be the one do it whenever Wally is not feeling the mood. That their good to notice thing when Wally isn't feeling well or comfortable. He really appreciates (Y/N) being there for him.

"Th..thank you. .(Y/N) I. . really appreciate you much. .so much . ." Wally slowly felt a tear on his eyes, As he wipes it away. "So. .your gonna continue? It's okay if you don't want to. Or you can write on a paper if you wanna continue, If none. We could chill and watch TV, Eat snacks that makes you less stressed then before. .Your choice."

". . ." Wally thinks for a moment, before continue so (Y/N) can know what Wally was in. Like what (Y/N) have mention about to open up his trouble feelings to let out the pain in his chest. "I'll. .continue. ."

"So what I said around 13th day of 3 weeks I haven't been let out by home. The day. .I got attacked by this. .entity figure, I didn't fight back since it was to fast and I couldn't react that quick as I got knock out. . ."

Wally felt a headache as he place his hand on his head, (Y/N) then rubs his head to massage for a little while. "I don't remember that then, It felt cold and . .alone in the dark. Till I woke up. . .I just felt different that my body felt cold. And. .heavy somehow, But now I think I'm now good. ."

". . .Do you have any injuries when you were attack? Like wounds...? Scars? Or. .Like you been trapped in there . .for weeks. .how am I supposed to just forget about that. .how am I suppose to be okay when your suffering in that house being-"

Wally wraps his arms around (Y/N). "I know it's hard to forget something that is scary, terrible experience and getting traumatized by that your brain wouldn't simply forget it. I know your very worried for that but. . I feel really fine now, Really. ." Wally gives (Y/N) a headpat to soothe down his stress.

They continue to talk to comfort eachother, Saying sweet words to lighten up the mood. Cracking a few jokes to make Wally laugh and (Y/N) laughing at Wally's terrible jokes. They decided to continue this topic some time for them to clear their head from all that happen.

One week later, It felt weird both of Wally and (Y/N) will get used to 'home' now turning into a regular home. Wally would be sleeping for a while in (Y/N)'s place whenever those terrible memories gets into his nerves.

He gets a little way close to (Y/N) whenever the neighbors who move in would approaches and greet them, As if Wally doesn't like (Y/N) to get close to them. His afraid of (Y/N) would just straight up abandon him or lose interest, He hates the feeling getting left out and would (Y/N) drag away.

Like they've been friends since they were little, And hated the feeling of that special person Wally is very fond of would just leave him behind. Jealous that his lack of attention, Annoyed if (Y/N) would talk to the other neighbors. He hates the feeling. He wants to get rid of his chest and just wanted to hang around (Y/N) alot.

There's a time Wally looses his patience and would grip the neighbor's hand tightly, As if his crushing it hard enough to feel pain and tears in it's eyes and telling to stop.

And a time Wally loosing himself, In (Y/N)'s house that his back started to grow tentacles. And one eye would be just staring where Wally's eye's go. Loosing his patience or to trigger him that his back will appear tentacles, That could wreck things on his way. Which (Y/N)'s house is messy.

(Y/N) would try to calm down their friend Wally with their stuff now getting destroyed and ruining and breaking. That they got grabbed by Wally's tentacles and toss them away with (Y/N) then lands safely and goes after Wally for a hug, It calms Wally down for him to stop wrecking things. As he hugs back tightly and place his head onto their shoulders.

What really unexpected in the future is that Wally accidentally killed Frank, That entity in him that it's very difficult to hold back and not go on killing. Or is it based on his strong negative emotions and feels that lead him to start slowly kill the neighborhood that looses his patience.

Leaving (Y/N) that Wally manages to control back with all his strength, And in the end (Y/N) would be traumatized how they witness that demon side of him that made him like this to suffer. Now that leads (Y/N) to think that 'home' did transfer something to his friend.

Wally manages to calm himself before his energy drains out from fighting back and lays his head on (Y/N)'s head.

After that. .'murder spree' incident, Somehow the universe reset back it's normal place. As the neighbor once before would like glitch their existence back to normal, as the Wally's incident to lose his control and kill everyone didn't happen. It give (Y/N) a mixed feeling his this universe functions. When someone dies. It just glitches back to existence. No one seems to die in this universe. *Unless if it's Wally Darling or (Y/N) that died, Then it would permanently killed them. And erase the universe into a new one.*

Like a game, You can kill any living being, As the npc's would just simply come back alive like nothing just happen. Except for the player. If the player dies, the file would just erased and wipe out existence from the file. Then to create a new one. (That's how I can best to describe since I really suck explaining..)

The history repeats itself, Wally goes crazy that he kills someone or by accident. That person would simply glitches back to come alive. Then (Y/N) will be the one to comfort Wally in the end.

Now about Wally has those mixed color on his eyes. It's when his huge positive emotions mostly 'the attach thing to (Y/N)' would be. .a little crazy and very clingy and loving to them. (Not I'm not making Wally a yandere for now, Just a little bit of obsession. Like very fond to (Y/N) and attached to them.)

But when (Y/N) would make Wally Darling annoyed and bothered much, He will be like 'home' used to be. Dragging (Y/N) away and puts them into his house. Locked. Tight. Shut. He was really scared that they would stop giving their best friend's attention. Leaving Wally behind.

Like home would caged Wally.

But this time Wally wouldn't do that, For him to put them in his house forever trapped and caged (Y/N) to not interact the other neighbors or even go to their house.

Did you know Wally can also control his house? Like he can control everything in his house, Like he can automatically open the door. Shutting windows and everything. And etc he can easily control. Now that Home was gone, Now It was Wally Darling's turn.

End.

Please note my Grammer do be suck cause English isn't my first language, Filipino here 🧍 and also maybe I'll be adding more into the lore If I had ideas.

[localcryptidinthewoods]

what songs do you associate with each of the Divine Warriors?

i have playlists for all of them but i’m only gonna use the ones that remind me of them the most (and a reason why)

also i do talk about cannibalism and some other gruesome + toxic stuff in this post so read at ur own discretion :3

Irene - Tongues & Teeth by The Crane Wives. Like I mentioned in my last post, Irene is fucked up, and she knows it. She knows the things she does are not okay and down right awful in some cases, she knows shes not a sweet girl like many thinks she is, and she dosent care. Shes a walking red flag telling you shes a red flag. I feel like everytime she meets someone that she gets intrested in (example, the divine warriors) she always comments how she will ruin them if they stay, warning them of who she really is but they never really lisent till it’s too late.

enki - Cassandra by Florence + The Machine. Enki is full of tragedy, thats not even a question. She exists in the cursed form that he is in order to pay for her mothers sins of cannabalism. Not only that but Enki has the ability of being able to look into the future aka being an oracle. No one believes Enki because they(the mass populace of where he lives) think of them as a monster born of evil. Enki has these haunting visions of the darkness in the world, the good, the bad, and no one belives them because of the fact they were cursed. The entire song is just so aaugh and reminds me on Enki so much.

shad - I, Carrion (Icarion) by Hozier. Shad in my rewrite has been becoming a very melancholic person. Someone who wants and longs but cannot give in to those feelings. Someone who is curious from a place of genuine intrest, unlike irenes often cruel curiosity. The song is a love song, its about finding someone who seems to change the world for you, in Shads case it being Irene and then the divine warriors, and wanting to lean on that feeling but knowing that you could also fall because of it, but willingly to balance both possibilities and taking the risk, which is when the start of Shads ‘downfall’ starts, with taking the risk for the sake of love.

esmund - Wait by the River by Lord Huron. from the start of the song, it talks about waiting for someone till you are dead and gone. Esmund is an incredibly loyal man, he lisents to orders and obeys them because of the love he has for the divine warriors. They are his family now. In my rewrite he gets asked to stay behind and protect some people, and he does, but the only person who comes back is Enki.

kul’zak - rule #14 - Fiddler’s Heart. Kul’Zak is, ofcourse, a nomad. He’s never really settled down anymore, not even after he first met irene. The two of them would travel from place to place, Kul’Zak playing his fiddle and instruments like the bard he was and irene joined in, singing with him or dancing to his music all while exploring the different sides of humanity and learning about people and what makes them tick. Kul’Zak is a bard and a flirt, the type of guy who would never willingly settle down with anyone because he would much rather continue to explore till the end of his days.

menphia - burn your village by kiki rockwell. menphia is, for lack of better word, a bad bitch. she is deadly, she is precise and she does not mess around. she is not your martyr, she is not the sacrifical lamb and she makes sure that is clear. menphia is a highly trained killer, and a ruthless one too. she fights for what she wants to fight for, and she’s just as much as a wild card as irene when it comes to trying to figure out her true intentions.

[seethesunny]

8, 22, 28!

Hey there and thank you so much for sending these 🫶🏼

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

Technically, there are some unfinished fics that I know I haven't written their sequels yet, and I'm sorry for that, but at the top of that list is Wish That You Were Here!

You were the one who encouraged me to outline the potential sequel, and it would be fun to work on it :)

It goes like this: A pretty discouraged Ellie returns back to Jackson (tlou II events are very different as mentioned in the first fic, I have a timeline okay), she has to knit back together her relationship with Tess (yes they have that movie night bc it crushes my heart to think Ellie didn’t get closure) and they both have to deal with grief and healing, plus Ellie gets to be a big sister to Rose and Tommy is there to be a good uncle. And there's ofc the glimpses of how Tess dealt with motherhood alongside grieving Joel, because that's where the focus lies: on how she tries to move forward. Pretty hopeful. Less dark than the first part.

22. do you ever worry about public reaction to what you’re writing? how do you get past that?

Being so brutally honest here and showcasing rare vulnerability and potentially risking making myself look insecure, I have to say that you have to take a 'fake it till you make it' approach to it.

I'm anxious by nature, so I scrutinize myself and whatever I do like no other, which includes how I'm perceived (when I said perceive my writing, not me, that was a cry for help) and how what I do can be received! No fun. It is not fun, and I fall into that cycle sometimes until I stunt myself and drop what I'm doing, which is how I abandoned art for years, so I'm gonna admit I'm not past that yet.

Sure, I don't attach myself to my writing emotionally to avoid that sentiment, and I try to distance myself as much as I can after the posting is done, but it's hard, man. And it's hilarious as hell because there's not even public for me to be worrying like that lol but that's what I do, I poke fun at myself, I admit I'm being irrational, and move on to the next!

Don't take it as seriously, and don't think about anyone but yourself when writing. That's it.

28. your least favorite part of the writing process

Trying to make all the ideas settle so I can make an outline. And you might think, "But wouldn't that be that easy? Because you know what's going on and have a specific vision?" It would be if the ideas stopped, but then I want to add more and no fic gets done ☹️ I think the whole outline/assembling the structure for your story is tedious and meticulous, so it isn't usually as interesting to me, but I can't do it any other way. And it's worth it.

It used to be editing (as always this is not my mother tongue) and the pros of that are that it expanded my vocabulary and pushed me to rethink many times how I was structuring my sentences, but nowadays I edit as I write so once I post I don't have to worry about typos and all of that.

[sentientgopro]

Tomorrow marks one month since I cracked. 2 things have become very apparent over this time.

1: This is gonna be a long and hard year and a half before I can transition. The month has already felt wild, the disconnect between the change in mental state and actual, y'know, change, has been really jarring and will only get more so the more time passes with nothing changing.

2: Just how much I was wrong about at first and how much stuff there was under the surface. Sentences like "I don't feel dysphoria" and "I can easily be a guy for a while" spring to mind. lol. lmao even. It was only like a week and a half ago I was saying the name I think I like means nothing to me and is just a nice name and that itd probably stay that way until late into transition. But nope, I'm already kinda starting to feel that name. Atleast like 2 and a half years before I can actually start using it. Great.

For all the negatives, there's one thing that has persisted since day 3 and that is the permanent mood improvement. Not being able to transition till I can move out sucks, but it gives me something to look forward to, which it turns out I was in dire need of, with my only real reasons to live being reasons not to end it yet, as opposed to reasons why I should live. But I see it now. A happy future is very much within my grasp and I WILL make it happen. Being in a better mood has made it easier to get stuff done on a day to day basis, and getting stuff done makes me feel even better. I've been on an upward spiral that's doing pretty good at counteracting the downward spiral of increasing dysphoria.

That's more of a recap, and now that the dust has settled a bit for now and I haven't bren having as many big realisations about it, I've started thinking, "why now?" Its not like I didn't know about trans people. I've been involved in trans spaces for years, I've been having these kind of feelings for years too. What actually was it that truly set it off? Like, the true moment of understanding was my first scroll through r/egg_irl but what was it that compelled me to do that?

Idea one was my first real feeling of euphoria. I kinda knew what it was at the time, I just ignored it. A month or two prior to cracking, my hair was at the longest it had ever been (which is not long at all.) It was the first time that the bits of hair infront of my ears (normally just a short spike shape as part of my fade) was long enough to dangle on its own as opposed to being fully stuck to my head. Something about having dangling hair like that felt good. I knew why, I just ignored it. I wonder if that specific feeling had been a bit of an early kickstart into this realisation? Either way, I was told to get a haircut shortly after (theres a reason my hair never gets very long) so I didn't dwell on it.

The only other factor I can really think of that was different just before cracking was watching Gen V? In short, Gen V features a character who can switch between masc and fem in an instant. In my interpretation of the show, this doesn't inherently make them genderfluid, but the power serves as an exaggeration for presenting (so them being masc is comparable to boymoding.) When looked at from that perspective, their writing strongly reflects that of a trans character and it kinda hit a certain spot for me. But honestly, I really don't think that was the actual catalyst.

The only real conclusion I can draw from this is that there was no actual catalyst. For a fair few days before fully cracking, I felt something was off, and I knew exactly what it was and what was about to happen, even if I didn't admit it to myself. So I think my cracking must have been a very gradual thing with no real catalyst.

There was more I had to say here, but its a fairly different topic and got really long, Ill save it for its own post. This has perhaps been one of the wildest months of my life, and also one of the most normal. As much as I hate that nothing has really changed, the better understanding of myself Ive gotten has been massively benefical. Besides, knowing is half the battle and I'm pretty much there already.

[the-real-team-galactic]

since Boss Saturn said i could post whatever the fuck i want, i think its time 4....

✨Monthly Galactic Horoscope!!!✨

and b4 ANYONE says anything i know astronomy and astrology r different!!!! we can have both shut up !!!! >:/

but anyways!!! it's time for your monthly horoscopes :3 !! were in Fraxure season atm n mercury is coming into retrograde soon !!! :D communications r gonna be all weird when that happens so remember 2 be patient babes !!! ~☆

♈ Whimsicott: the sun's moving thru a fellow fire sign :D so expect good vibes and high energy coming ur way!!! with Mercury in retrograde it's a bad time for u to start new things BUT!!!!! :O best time to tie up loose ends lets gooo !!!! ~☆

♉︎ Bouffalant: ur gonna b ambitious and work SUPER hard this month !!! dont forgor to pay attention to ur money problems tho!!! >:0 cuz those r gonna be real major for u. if u can reach out to others n tell em u love them !!! <3

♊ Klink: sun is moving away from u so expect to b real fucking tired !!! sorry lol :P shit is gonna be all messed up n weird so be patient and take time to recharge !!! now's a good time to be creative too :3 keep going and do ur best!!!!!!! yahoo !!! :)

♋ Crustle: ruh roh ur gonna be super busy !!! be sure not to stretch urself too thin :P you don't hafta help literally everyone all the time even if u want to!!!!! make sure you don't miss your appointments too !!! :O also !! now's a good time to get all your stuff organized: not just ur house, ur physical and mental health too!!! you got this :D !!!!

♌ Braviary: fellow fire sign hell yass!! ur gonna get a nice energy boost this month too >:D you WILL get more rizz this month, the masses will love u !!! be sure to accept invites that come ur way and reconnect with old friends!! don't start any new projects and beware of poor communications ~☆ !!!

♍ Gothorita: the sun's moving to the base of y'all's charts which means it's time for family (if ur family sucks ignore that part LOL) !!! ur gonna gravitate a lil more towards your comfort zone, and now is a good time to reconnect with old friends !! try to focus on reorganizing ur home and your head :3 make some space 4forthe new year !!!!

♎ Lampent: brighter days are in ur future this month !!! be sure to expect a better mood, and try to put urself out into the community or something !!! maybe that's your thing who knows?!?! ur attitude will light up the room and any projects you might pick up so be sure to share that with others !!!

♍︎ Scolipede: ur gonna be stuck on familiarity and that's ok !!! try visiting people and places you're super extra comfy in <3 financial troubles r coming w/ Mercury so don't take ur eye off that stuff it's important !!! save ur money and wait till after delibird day sales start to get the gadgets u want !!! keep it real n simple boiz u got this :3

♐︎ Fraxure: it's ur month let's GOOO !!!! good things are coming for ur birthdays y'all !!! good strong vibes are in ur future and people are gonna dig it !!! if parties and big events are ur thing then GO FOR IT!!! great time to get all ur energy out n have fun with ur buds :D make sure to get on top of all your shit soon !!!!

♑︎ Sawsbuck: time to look back on the year and get ready for the next !!! u may end up hypercritical of urself but cut yourself some slack !!! things are changing and it's natural u wanna change in a way that will make things better but you gotta b patient!!!!! tie up loose ends and make sure to take care of ur mind !! <3

♒︎ Simipour: you've got places to go and people to see this month!!!!! it's a great time to get out there and be social so go have some BLAST !!!!!!!! pinch ur pennies and do ur best to settle unfinished business too :) don't force urself to go too far tho !!!! >:0 especially since u may b getting hit w/ stronger emotions and selflessness but don't push urself !!! take care of YOU first!!!

♓︎ Alomomola: last but deffo not least, it's time to get to work !!! expect TONS of motivation in ur career and eagerness to get shit done !!!!!!! look back on ur methods to see what works and what u should get rid of and focus on finishing things before starting shit !!! structure and security r big for u rn so take care :3

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

[TW: Manipulation, Bullying(?), Light Mentions of Physical Abuse, and possibly more, i genuinely dont know how to tw this sorry]

Hi, call me Shadow. Im looking for some advice on how to move on from the situation below, some reassurance, or atleast someone to listen to me without judgment. Sorry for any grammer/spelling mistakes

They're alot of parentheses, extra notes, and run on sentences so apologizes for length

About 6ish month ago, i cut off a very toxic friend. Said friend, lets call them A, would offen make fun of and tease everyone in our friend group 'to show love' and such. Which is fine, some people are okay with that but personally im not as ive dealt with many toxic friends who've hurt me by using that as a cover up.

A was an irl friend of three people in our group's server that was invited on really late, i was pretty guarded and afraid around them for awhile, both because of a new person and because i had a feeling some was off with them. I ignored it, thinking i was just being overprotective and overthinking things again. After a few months things settled and it seem they fit in almost perfectly, till suddenly their jokes started getting really targeted and mean.

They started targeted me and one of my partners, constantly making cruel 'jokes' about us, everything from "if you're on [name]/[name]'s team [insert bad thing] will happen to you" to jokes that were just insults played off as jokes. I tried multiple times to ask them to stop but they played the "its just a joke" everytime

It got the point they started holding my reactions over me, and even purposely making me upset to have something to use against me. The main incident i remember is them pretending to be mad at me while i was rambling and spent atleast 10mins pretending to type to make me anxious (they later admitted this to one of my friends who then told me), and when they finally sent their message which ended up being a joke related to what i was rambling, i in my moment of vulnerability due to rambling (rambling for me is like exposing my soul) and them scarring me, i accidentally admitted i was afraid i was gonna be yelled at

They then took to posting what i said in our quotes channel for everyone to see after i deleted my message. They refused to delete the message and even started deleting mine in response (they were a mod on our server), it took owner stepping in to fix this

A started using their mod powers to delete both of my partners' messages when they started speaking out against all three of our treatment. They also deleted our messages unrelated to that, making us look terrible in pass conversations.

When me i finally snapped and ledt the server, moving to another server hosted by a different friend that 90% of us were also one, they started messaging me for answers and to "apologize" aka blame me for what happened. They were nice and reasonable at first, but then they started pressuring me into in their words "cursing them out", which i unfortunately gave into.

A used it as an excuse to blame me for everything, blame me for never speaking up despite me constantly trying and being met with "its just a joke bro" they tried lying me about them using tone tags despite that fact they never used them. I blocked them quickly after that, seeing what they were doing but barely a day after they tried talking to one of my partners about it.

In the message A sent they tried to place all the blame on my other partner, saying that they deserve everything that happened. They said i shouldnt be absolutely pissed at them about what happened to my partner, what they (A) put them through. To say that was the final straw is an understatement.

A destroyed me and my partner's self worth and confidence, has made us even months later second guess our every word and even our friends. Afraid their gonna turn against and treat us like A did. A made me question my own judgment and stuff with their lies. They tried placing blame on me for unrelated things, they tried to ruin my image. And as we later found out A physical hurt one of the three people in our group they knew irl, often.

Im still constantly afraid of A finding their way back to the new server even tho they're blocked, ive had ex friends stalk me to almost creepshowart levels and i wouldn't put it past them to do that. Most of the process i made with my friends to open up and be myself more destroyed. I fear people talking behind my back again, cuz apparently A tried starting a secret server with my friends who were aware of what happened due to exams to trash talk me, which failed but still.

I still feel terrible about all this, i didnt speak out when A originally started trash talking my partner out of fear, now i feel bad for causing my friends to basically lose our originally server because of this. The guilt eats at me even tho i know this was the best choice for everyone

Tldr/summary cuz its long

An ex friend of mine would constantly bully me and one of my partners and when we finally stand up for ourselves they tried manipulating us and our other friends into making them the good guy and us the bad guys. Even going as far as trying to fake evidence (which ive learn as of writing this)

Even months after im still suffering the effects of everything and i dont know how to try moving on. I am trying to seek therapy again but the health system here is terrible and expensive, so im trying to possibly find ways to help myself while waiting

Hi Shadow,

I'm so sorry to hear about the toxic friendship you had. The way your friend treated you and your partner was completely unacceptable. Their behavior of making mean-spirited jokes, targeting and insulting both of you, and dismissing your requests to stop is not a sign of love or friendship. It's important to remember that you deserve respect, kindness, and support in your relationships.

It seems like A used their position as a mod to further their harmful actions. Deleting messages, manipulating situations, and attempting to shift blame are clear signs of their toxic behavior. It's unfortunate that they tried to undermine your self-worth and confidence, as well as create divisions among your friends. This kind of treatment can have lasting effects, but it's essential to recognize that their behavior is a reflection of their own issues and not a reflection of your worth.

Please know that healing is a gradual process, and it's okay to give yourself time and space to heal at your own pace. It's understandable to have moments of doubt or fear, but try to remind yourself that you have taken positive steps by cutting off a toxic relationship. You deserve peace and happiness in your life.

I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[restingdomface]

Oh, also, one of you lovely readers was awesome enough to suggest I invest in the chasers and just get as fucked up as possible till I can’t anymore. This is genuinely the funniest thing anyone has ever said to me.

But a small explanation: I am not here to get fucked up. I like the occasional buzz because it helps me giggle while watching a movie I’ve seen 5 times already, and too much to drink makes me sleepy. Also another thing: my family has a lot of substance abuse it it, and I’m medically required to take gabapentin every 6 hours or I’ll end up in so much pain I’ll be in the ER. I’m not willing to get an addiction, or to lose the strength the gabapentin has on me. Like my version of a fun night is 2 shots and giggling at a movie for several hours. It’s fun af.

Never get drunk alone. Buzzed and drunk are different, and you know you’re reliant on it if it happens every night or you just CANNOT stop after buzzed, but those are the first few rules to stay away from alcohol dependency. And I’m okay with that.

But even tho I’m not willing to spend my small sugar allowance on drinks, that’s more of a texture thing than a real dislike of fancy drinks. I’m actually a heavy drinker… of water and monster lol. I’ve tried several mixtures of drinks with gin and they just were so *full body shuddering* that I couldn’t do that. If I wanted to actually indulge on the nights I have an occasional drink, it wasn’t gonna be plain gin. So, that’s why I made that post and was open to suggestions lol. I actually love the tea infusion idea, and after I get home with those fancy jars (yes, I have to plan going out cauee I have to walk there so that’s why I said ‘I’m going out in an hour and a half,’ which is about 15 minutes now, because I gotta plan to be up and getting dressed at that time, and then out there door soon after.) I’m gonna try that. It sounds yummy.

And I will admit, I might be a flavor snob. But with my abundance of allergies, I’m so tired of ‘settling’ for something that tastes nasty lol. I’m allergic to corn. That means no whiskey, no scotch. I’m allergic to grapes. That means no wine unless it’s made with a different ingredient as the main with no grapes in it. I’m allergic to strawberry and coconut and sugar. That means no fancy normal drink mixes, but it also knocks out rum as a possible too cause it’s made of sugar cane lol.

So. Yeah. Sorry about the ramble, but I like talking about this sorta thing. I recently tried sake (rice wine) and learned that even tho I have not a single allergy to rice, I sure fuckin wish I did because ewwwwwwww. It’s one of the bitter ones, but still not as bitter as gin. Gin, on the other hand (at least the nice Colorado Rockies bottle I got, which is very strong) is strong enough that any burns afterwards (which is inevitable with heartburn lol) taste VERY bad.

Anways. TLDR: I’m actually not after getting wasted as a goal because of my family history and medical needs. I’m looking for an occasional 1-3 shot night of fun where I can giggle and watch a movie and not drink something so nasty I vomit, lol. Chasers are boring, I don’t need a chaser, I need the initial taste to not be rancid. Like I can drink vodka and tequila without a chaser, lol.

[thenixkat]

Ok onto the next comic. Secret Origins (1986) with Ted's origin story in the DC universe

Dan goes back to being a redhead. And now Ted is also a redhead. Do like the dark red curly hair on Ted, hate the blue eyes tho. How many white people in this story have blue eyes too? Man sorry brown eyes white people, ya cousins don't seem to like yall.

also Dan wears glasses in this

Dan what the fuck (man really decided to be fatphobic for no fucking reason), also, don't start an international incident

Usono archeologist wants to start an international incident even more than the og version of him did

how did Dan never get cursed in his whole career? given magic is real in this world

again retroactively this is Khaji Da talking to Dan inside his head

Dan really said 'oh no i'm a superhero i can't settle down'. I said it b4 Dan is a massive slut. Why you mackin' on all yer female coworkers everywhere you go?

Dan is a slut, got ladies in every country

In this continuity, Dan was only Blue Beetle for a few months fighting a bunch of different villains around the world b4 vanishing

Apparently, dude superheroed for a few months and then retired on his own till Ted asked for help with his mad scientist uncle

Dude really said 'alright my work here is done' after a few months of heroing. wild. Smart yes b/c superheroing is a career that will break yer body and soul and destroy all yer relationships in no time flat and kill you relatively young, but still wild.

yeah i dont get the impression that papa Kord likes Ted.

also it's wild that some of the posts I've seen hateing on Victoria Kord for …existing now... really think that her existence would ruin the alienation that Ted feels from his father and the whole dead mom thing that shaped a lot of his personality but like… it's easy to get basically the same effect if you just make Ted the unfavorite child. Like having an older sibling that likes and supports you very much doesn't cancel out a parent not giving a shit about you or actively disliking you.

Granted those posts largely looked to have come from shippers and shippers in general are very much not fans of characters having relationships of any kind outside of their ship that they can't use to service their ship or act like don't exist.

And one person who seemed mad about Victoria's existence b/c how dare a character who was created last year to be a family member of a character that's existed for more than 60 yrs not have been in any of the stories that existed well b4 her creation (like shit cant get retconned in the future and also like the current Blue Beetle comics share continuity with the pre-death Ted comics when they very much don't).

And also that her existence would fuck up Countdown to Infinite Crisis b/c Ted's isolation was crucial to that story's plot to be able to happen... which hahahah damn? You liked Countdown? You thought Ted's isolation wasn't contrived as all hell? You think the writer of Countdown would have let Victoria do shit when they didn't let any of Ted's other relationships outside fo Booster do shit??? They way Countdown had to keep Ted from properly communicating with people and how it made Ted and Babs' friendship so completely blatantly ooc that it felt down right insulting just so Ted wouldn't have her as part of his support network? That Countdown?

Of course, I blocked that ignoramus.

Also, Countdown gave Ted a whole fucking older brother and I've not seen folks aggravated about that.

Ted horrified he made indestructible robots that were gonna be used for evil by his Uncle.

sir, recreate that formula and use it on the Bug so you don't have to repair her as much from getting smashed

Dan really came out of retirement and died

...Ted came out of retirement and died

I guess Jaime just... can't retire ...or else

Uncle Jarvis def committed many murders.

Papa Kord saw the homicidal tendencies in his brother and said 'yeah, no. not trusting you'

i'm gonna assume that Uncle Jarvis may have tried to take over the Kord company/fortune b4. Like certainly didn't work but man had to have made a go for it

i do assume the 'you made them its yer fault' def did a number on Ted's mental and his feelings of guilt over Dan's death

and here Dan shielded Ted from the blast

Crisis crossover: Yes Ted has the Scarab Secrt Origen: No Ted doesn't have the scarab Me: yall made by the same company, none of yall could fact-check?

What do you mean it only took Ted days to make the Bug by himself? That's a whole fucking mecha!

local nerd gets swole and then works on a costume

[pr0ng3ls]

So weird thing I'm chatting about right now, I have an Etsy! Or, well had.

At the current moment my page is down, why? Lots of fun real life problems ;o;! The most prominent being the fact that my ability to get packages sent out has been horrendous, I think its because the packages are so small and bland looking that they just easily get lost in the mail. So, as of the last few months stuff has just seemed to be stacking up.

If you wish to read more, everything is under the cut including some behind the scenes in recent developments.

So I'm just gonna be 100% transparent about all the reasons my shop has been down:

•My wrist has been getting Really bad, I've had to purchase a wrist brace just to function with my right hand, it hasn't been fun.

•My dad and So managed to both have a hospital visit within a month. My dad had 2 serious viruses (idk the name of them. Funny enough one you can only get on cruises while the other was a simple fungal infection of the throat), while my SO had hydroplaned on his way home from work one morning and crashed into a tree, he had came out amazingly well, with just a few scrapes, bruises, and a pulled shoulder. Scary thing about it was maybe 10 ft away was a large irrigation ditch that would have easily swallowed and flooded his car.

•Depression and ED had a pretty solid hold on me, I was left with unfulfilled orders and by the time I would wake up the next day the post office was already closed. This was going on for a few months, all orders that were not fulfilled were fully refunded.

•My products are just not getting to me. I've been waiting on our old housemate to send me the rest of my Sakura enamel pins, this was back in... Feb? March? Just after we moved.

•Many if not all of my designs just don't sit right with me anymore. I still like them, but they need a heavy dose of updating to better suit what I have planned for them. At the current moment I'm experimenting with a new hand heart design for the characters. I will exsplain this further bellow.

•The last reason is income has been very strained because of the reasons above. For the past 3 years I've personally been doing my best to aquire a stable job, but oh boy has that not been fun. I'll be honest when I say I've applied to just about every job I was able bodied and skilled to do in my old home town, employers just don't want to hire and its been making it quite difficult to focus on my etsy store because of this.

Now, I have been working on the Etsy page off on the side for the past few weeks. I've been making a new banner, icon, I've got certain things lined up and will probably have my shop remained closed for a while till I have everything figured out.

Bellow is my current lineup on how I've been overhauling the etsy page:

This has been the best way I can organize everything I've got. Now, I was going to have the Sunflower Sun Sticker checked off but unfortunately I ordered 10 beta Keychain instead of 10 beta Stickers cause my ability to comprehend words is a little... Lack Luster. But again if I decide I like the Keychain, Ill keep the design idea!

Bellow is a comparison of Sunny's old desigm and the new one!

As you can see there is a HUGE difference between the two designs now. Which I'm quite proud of actually, I'm thinking after I get my Keychains in I'll do a giveaway with them so 9 lucky people can have the design before I even properly sell it which may be months from now.

Things I don't have written down are holiday exclusive designs which I'll be selling on my Kofi later down the road till I can get settled. These will only be sticker designs atm.

Any and all inputs are welcomed at this point as I've been slowly working up a new stock, waiting until I hit a 500 count on each item before I decide its time to reopen the shop, its alot but its something I just feel I need to do.