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[burymeinwillow]

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[cherryrainn]

Hiiii, your writing is the best ! 💞

Can we have Verosika+crew (poly) with a s/o who's recovering from SA, they encounter some demon who makes some comments (no need to specify) that basically made the reader get into a panick attack and remember what they went through and then just fluff and comfort.

Sorry if this makes you uncomfortable

SANCTUARY .

; pairing ; verosika mayday & her posse x reader

; note ; thank you so much! this doesn't make me uncomfortable. thank you for your ask and your kind words!!

; warnings ; mentions of past trauma, panic attack, and a brief description of distressing memories.

verosika and her crew were strutting down the crowded streets, turning heads and drawing attention wherever they went. your presence at verosika's side didn't go unnoticed, and demons around couldn't help but stare at the alluring succubus and her entourage.

as you walked, enjoying the company of verosika and the crew, a particularly obnoxious demon crossed your path. he leered at you, a disgusting grin on his face, and muttered some vile comments under his breath. the words cut through you like a knife, triggering a cascade of painful memories and emotions.

a sudden wave of panic washed over you, your breath caught in your throat as your mind replayed haunting memories, the demon's words acting as a cruel catalyst. panic gripped you, and it felt like the world around you was closing in.

verosika, sensing your distress, immediately stepped forward. "back off," she hissed at the offending demon, her eyes ablaze with a fiery determination. the rest of the crew formed a protective circle around you, expressions ranging from anger to concern.

the demon, now realizing the gravity of the situation, slinked away, leaving behind a trail of discomfort. verosika turned her attention to you, her demeanor softening.

"hey, baby," she spoke gently, "you're safe with us. no one here's ever let anything harm you." the rest of the crew nodded in agreement, their expressions filled with genuine concern.

that didn't help. not at all. you could barely even hear her. you were hyperventilating, your body trembling. your mind was racing, replaying the horrific events of your past. tears were streaming down your cheeks, blurring your vision.

you struggled to speak, struggling to find your voice. "please," you managed to choke out, "don't touch me."

verosika paused for a moment, thinking. she had no intention of hurting you, or causing you any more pain. she took a deep breath, steadying herself. she needed to be calm and reassuring, to let you know that everything was going to be okay.

"y/n," she said softly, "i'm not gonna hurt you. no one is going to hurt you." she slowly reached out her hand, her expression warm and understanding. "we just wanna help you. can i hold your hand?"

you looked at her hand, her words starting to sink in. you hesitated, but eventually nodded. she gently took your hand, lacing her fingers with yours. "that's it," she murmured, "it's okay, i'm here. we're all here for you."

she held your hand, and you could feel the love and support radiating from her. she gave you a small, reassuring smile, and you began to calm down. the world around you felt less threatening, and you started to regain control of your breathing.

you could still feel the effects of the panic attack, but you were starting to feel better. the rest of the crew, sensing your change in demeanor, relaxed. they gave you smiles of encouragement, and you could see the relief in their eyes.

verosika rubbed the back of your hand with her thumb. "how about we go somewhere a little quieter?" she suggested, "somewhere you can relax and take your time."

you nodded, and she led you away from the crowd, the rest of the crew following close behind. she took you to a secluded park, a quiet, peaceful place away from the chaos of the city.

as you walked, she never let go of your hand. you didn't notice, but milky, who was on your other side was holding your hand as well, offering words of comfort and reassurance. they could feel your pulse slowing, and the tension in your body easing. they smiled, knowing that they were helping you.

they brought you to a bench, and you and verosika both sat down. you took a deep breath, savoring the peace and quiet. the crew settled around the bench, keeping a respectful distance.

verosika squeezed your hand, and you could see the love and concern in her eyes. "do you wanna talk about it?" she asked softly, her tone gentle and understanding.

you shook your head. she knew about it already, everyone in the crew did. and you weren't sure if you were ready to relive those painful memories.

"it's okay," she said, "you don't have to. i'm here for you, whatever you need." she leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, her lips soft against your skin.

you closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling. you could feel the anxiety and fear fading away, replaced by a sense of warmth and safety. you smiled, letting out a sigh of contentment.

you felt verosika's hand cup your cheek, and you opened your eyes to meet hers. she looked at you with such love and adoration, her gaze filled with compassion. "we love you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

"i love you guys too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. the words filled you with a sense of peace and joy, and you knew that everything was going to be okay.

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It’s one in the morning let’s talk Six of Crows analysis - it feels like it’s been ages since I did any analysis, which is like the entire point of this account so sorry about that but here we go: We should talk more about Adem Bajan you guys okay because first of all he effectively comes to represent the vast majority of everyday people in a clear juxtaposition to both Inej and Van Eck, but he also is in a position of far less choice than I think we give him credit for.

As a reminder, Bajan is a young Suli boy (presumably somewhere around 19 but we have no confirmation of that) working in the Van Eck household teaching Alys music. He is highly implied to be having or to have interest in having as affair with Alys, and was Van Eck’s chosen jailer for Inej at the beginning of Crooked Kingdom. Van Eck claims he made this choice because he thought “a Suli boy would be most conspicuous” when he was attempting to lure Kaz into a trap to save Inej, but it was also an inarguably smart decision in that, as Inej even comments herself, Bajan was easy to talk to, made her feel nostalgic, homesick, and alone, and very nearly succeeded in drawing information out of her without having to restore to torture. If anything, resorting to torture was Van Eck’s major mistake at this point but that’s really a conversation for another time. Bajan is a really interesting character because he doesn’t want to hurt Inej and specifically encourages her to tell him things so Van Eck won’t escalate things further, but when Van Eck does escalate things Bajan is unable - or possibly unwilling - to stop him. For this Inej calls him a monster, and when he claims he did nothing replies “no, you’re the man who stands idly by congratulating himself whilst the monster eats its fill”. She draws a Suli phrase on him that effectively means he’ll be rejected by the community forever and his spirit/soul won’t be accepted, and she describes it as the worst fate or something along those lines sorry I can’t remember exactly. But what’s the most interesting thing is that even though he claims not to believe in any of it Bajan gets noticeably upset by this and says “that’s not fair”. Inej is surprised that he’s this soft, and there’s a very clear juxtaposition between the lives they have lived.

BUT - let’s look at this from Bajan’s perspective. And remember - this is important - Bajan is not described as an employee of Van Eck’s, but an indenture. An indenture. So Bajan is a young boy indentured in a foreign country to a man as high up in the country’s government as you can get and who has clearly been illustrated to the reader as a terrible person on several different levels that I won’t dissect in too much detail right now. He appears to have acclimatised himself to Kerch surroundings and acts with elevation above his status, because that’s what he has to do to survive in the upper echelon of a deeply classist society that actively diminishes and disapproves of his culture. (<<if anyone wants references for that let me know and also I’ve written about it quite a bit before so that’s kicking around on my page somewhere) He refuses to speak to Inej in Suli because “it makes me maudlin” and my question to you is: is he rejecting the language to further attempt to fit in and as a product of internalised prejudice, or because it’s so incredibly painful to be half-connected to a culture not only that he has forced himself to reject but also that he feels he can never safely return to? Probably both. He tells Inej he doesn’t believe in Suli superstition, religion, or culture, and yet is deeply upset when she uses it against him. Is this because he actually does believe, or wants to believe, in the Saints and the Suli interpretation of them but has rejected them for survival and the supposed betterment of himself? Possibly.

Bajan strikes me as very similar to Jesper in the way he presents himself as free, flirty, and casual, but had a considerable weight to almost everything he says and considerable pain hidden closer to the surface than he may have realised. I think there are parallels between him and Inej if we want to see them, but also a very stark difference in the way Kerch and Ketterdam have treated them. Bajan may not be privileged but even as an indenture he has - or at least as far as we know has had - a far safer and kinder experience than Inej has. This could be related to gender since the hyper-sexualisation of Suli culture is mostly centred on women - “the Menagerie always stocked a Suli girl” (I’ve intensely analysis this quote before so I won’t now but ugh there’s so much to say) - but we do know there are young boys captive at the pleasure houses as well although less commonly and it’s also possible that this difference is linked to Bajan’s decision to turn his back on Suli culture in order to appeal more to Kerch society whilst Inej continually embraced her culture and arguably became more religious in response to her experiences.

This is complicated because I’m not entirely sure how I feel about Bajan. I understand and support Inej’s perspective and everything she saw whilst in a far more dangerous position that he was, but is it possible that this was a lonely boy who saw someone he thought was like him and tried to communicate with her the only way he thought was safe? You are completely isolated in a foreign culture and hate yourself for having suppressed your own upbringing in order to survive, but now you meet someone else who yes, is in more danger than you, but who you might be able to help so that she can help you in return. You aren’t safe to speak freely and so you subtly tell her that you are an indenture, hoping she acknowledges that none of this is of your free will and because you know that she was indentured too (and remember from a societal pov there is very little understanding of what indentured girls at the pleasure houses actually go through and although that doesn’t excuse ignoring Inej’s trauma it may explain why he doesn’t fully acknowledge that their positions aren’t equal), you tell her that speaking your own shared language makes you feel maudlin, hoping she realises that you desperately miss your homeland and using your language makes you feel even further from your family than you already are because you can’t share it with them. She doesn’t seem to be taking any of it in, your employer has every intention of hurting her and you don’t know what else to do, so you make a last plea: you ask her about home. You think you’ve already made it clear that speaking about home is painful, so you ask her about it to invite that pain, to share it, so you both understand. But it fails, because she only sees your employer puppeteering you. You openly beg her to tell him the truth so that he won’t hurt her but she refuses to comply, and after all of your efforts and your desperate attempts to connect and beg her to help you both go home, her response is to turn your home against you and banish you from it for eternity. So when you see her the next morning, how could you possibly look her in the eye?

Bajan did not make all of the right choices in his brief time on the page. He didn’t. But maybe he was trying really hard, and he had no other options left.

Anyway I’m not saying this is definitive one way or the other it’s just an interpretation but I find him a very interesting and very sad character and I although I support all of Inej’s actions in these scenes from her point of view I do find myself wondering how she appeared to Bajan and how he felt in the aftermath.

[destinedfordiaperstories]

Sammy’s Little Problem, Chapter 22

“Thank heavens for Legos,” Lindsay thought to herself. She needed the distraction from the awkwardness of the timeout, as well as something to do with Sammy that was Little appropriate.

It was strange having to think back to her childhood to find common ground with Sammy, when just a few weeks ago they were discussing their future, independence, and careers.

But here Sammy was playing with Legos in a diaper that Lindsay herself changed. It was such a wild departure from everything she expected. Not just for Sammy—but her too.

Lindsay thought Sammy would be the Maid of Honor at her wedding. And, of course, Lindsay would be the Maid of Honor at her Sammy’s wedding. That’s what best friends did.

But now, everything was different. Could a Little even be a Maid of Honor? Lindsay could only imagine how awkward that conversation would be, let alone the wedding itself.

Sammy would obviously never marry. If Lindsay knew anything about Littles, it was that. Littles never dated, never married, never even kissed anyone. That’s just the way things were.

Lindsay wondered if that was something Sammy had thought about. She knew she would in her position. How could she not? They both discussed the dream men they hoped to marry for hours only a few weeks ago.

Lindsay’s heart sank for Sammy. Surely she’d thought about that. Surely it was just one of a hundred things she knew she lost along with her independence.

“Wow! You’re flying through that!” Lindsay said enthusiastically, “almost back to where it looked like you were before it broke!”

“Yeah, it was easy because I remembered most of what I did!” Sammy said proudly.

“The way you’re going I think you can finish before Allie gets home!” Lindsay encouraged Sammy. She never thought she’d be congratulating Sammy so authentically for something as simple as a Lego construction—or that Sammy would be so happy about it.

“I hope so, I want to show Allie when I finish! She said it would take me a week, but I can do it in 2 days, just watch!”

“I know you can, Sammy!”

Lindsay watched Sammy enthusiastically build for the next 40 minutes, smiling at her determination. Sammy never noticed the pictures Lindsay took, or even cared that Lindsay was absentmindedly scrolling through instagram.

Sammy suddenly felt a rumble in her stomach. She knew what it meant. And she definitely didn’t want it to happen right there in front of Lindsay.

Sammy tried to think of a distraction. Anything that would keep Lindsay occupied. She wasn’t hopeful enough to think she could make it to the bathroom, but she could at least get away from Lindsay to do it. She didn’t want her to see it happen.

“Lindsay, I forgot something in my room, I’ll go get it real quick. Be right back!” Sammy tried to say casually.

Lindsay had seen Sammy grab her stomach, rocking back and forth, knowing what was about to happen. But she decided it was her gift to Sammy. She’d give her enough privacy to fill her diaper in peace.

“Okay, Sammy, I’ll be waiting right here! Don’t take too long!”

Sammy got slowly, trying not to upset her tummy. She slowly waddled out of the room, not daring to take any sudden movements. Once she was out of sight she relaxed.

Lindsay laughed. Sammy actually believed Lindsay couldn’t see her.

Sammy tried to take a few extra steps upstairs, but it was no use. She squatted down where she stood, grunting in effort to fill her diaper. She wished she hadn’t eaten those chicken nuggets, as they definitely were creating much more work for her.

She tried to push, aiding her body, so she wouldn’t draw Lindsay’s suspicions by taking too long. She knew her grunts were louder than normal, but it was fine. Lindsay couldn’t see her anyway.

She pushed and pushed, working hard to fill her diaper. She felt her diaper sag, burdened by its unusually heavy load.

In between pushes, Sammy tried to look at her jeans, wondering if her diaper was noticeable. But whenever she tried, her body forced her back into a squat.

Finally, Sammy thought she finished. She hadn’t pushed in a while. She decided to stomp on the stairs a bit to sell that she was coming back downstairs.

She walked back into the room, trying her best to act casual. “Sorry, I thought I forgot my paci.”

Lindsay tried her hardest not to laugh. She knew Sammy’s paci was clipped to her shirt. But she didn’t want to make Sammy’s childish antics seem too obvious. It didn’t matter. She would fill her diapers anyway. If she thought she had privacy, and that made her happy, that was all that mattered.

“No biggie, Sammy! Did you get it?”

“Yeah!” Sammy said, putting the pacifier in her mouth.

Lindsay tried not to wince as Sammy sat back down, smushing her mess even more, giving Lindsay even more work to do. “Well, what’s the next step, Sammy?”

Sammy talked Lindsay through the next few steps. Proud of the progress she was making—and tricking Lindsay into not knowing she messed her diaper.

“Wow, I can almost see it looks like I’m Star Wars!” Lindsay brags for her.

“Well right now I’m just working on the insides. Once I finish I can put the exterior pieces!”

Lindsay let Sammy work for a few more minutes. The smell was becoming obvious. And she knew Allie would never forgive her if she let Sammy go too long with a loaded diaper.

Lindsay pretends to sniff the air, as if it wasn’t obvious what she was sniffing. “Uh oh, I think someone here has an icky diaper! But who could it be?”

Lindsay didn’t know why she said it like that, but something made her think it was the right approach.

She doubled down, “hmmm, I wonder who it is?”

Sammy tried to act as innocent as possible, hoping Lindsay wouldn’t press the issue. “I don’t know! Maybe it was one of my stuffies!”

Lindsay smiled, “you know what, it could be! Let’s go check your stuffies upstairs!” She couldn’t have thought of a better idea. She’d be right next to the changing table and ready to change Sammy once she admitted it.

Sammy didn’t know how, but she was determined to get out of this. She got into Stanford, she could think of her way out of this.

“Okay, I bet it was Mr. Bunny!” Sammy said, trying to act cute and distract Lindsay.

“Well I think we should go check! Mr. Bunny won’t get diaper rash on my watch!”

They head upstairs, Sammy leading Lindsay to her room. Lindsay laughs to herself, wondering if Sammy realizes her smell gives her away.

“Where’s the lil’ stinker Sammy? Show me where Mr. Bunny is so I can clean is tushy!”

Sammy leads her to Mr. Bunny having no idea how to get out of this situation. All she knows is she can’t have Lindsay find her in a dirty diaper. And the thought of her changing her like this? No no no.

Lindsay spots Mr. Bunny. “Is he the one responsible for the stinky smell?” She takes a dramatic sniff of Mr. Bunny. “Hmmm, I don’t think Mr. Bunny is our culprit. But who can it be?”

Sammy tries to slowly sneak out of the room, knowing the jig is up.

“Wait a minute, I think someone is trying to frame Mr. Bunny!” Lindsay says as she sees Sammy try to run out of the room.

Sammy thinks she’s in the clear as she turns the corner. She turns around to see if Lindsay is following her. As she does, she takes a step back, not noticing her stuffie on the ground. She trips, falling straight back on her messy diaper.

The sensation immediately overwhelms Sammy. It’s too much. She feels dirty and needs help. She doesn’t even care anymore if Lindsay knows. Anything to stop this feeling.

Sammy doesn’t know what to do or what to say. How to admit to Lindsay she needs her. All she knows is she’s overwhelmed. Tears start filling her eyes as she starts to sob. Once she starts, it grows in intensity as she begins to cry out for Lindsay.

Lindsay hears Sammy fall. She runs out of the room after Sammy, only to find her on her back, crying her heart out. Lindsay thought it would be cute if it wasn’t so heartbreaking.

There her best friend in the world was, laying on the ground in a dirty diaper, sobbing like a toddler. For the first time that day, Lindsay didn’t see her best friend. She saw a needy toddler in desperate need of a clean diaper.

She had to help her, not because it was her best friend, but because her Caregiver instincts were suddenly taking over.

As Sammy cried, Lindsay reached down and picked her up, putting Sammy on her hip.

“It’s okay, Sammy, I got you. I’m here, Lindsay is here. We’ll get you into a clean diaper in no time, sweetie. Just breathe. I got you, baby.”

Despite her best efforts, Sammy continued to cry. Lindsay decided there was nothing else to do but change her. She put Sammy on the changing table and got to work.

Go to Chapter 23.

[diazsdimples]

Fuck It Friday!

I was meant to post chapter 2 of With you I'm Home today but alas, life got in the way. In the meantime, enjoy Eddie delivering a baby!!

Tagged by @daffi-990, go check out their Fuck It Friday RIGHT NOW for Buck and May's first meeting!

“Okay, Amber, I know it hurts but on your next contraction I’m going to need you to give me the biggest push you’ve ever done,” Eddie instructs. “Cam, if you want to watch baby come out, now’s your chance, man.” Cam gulps, looking a little pale, and shakes his head. “Y-ya know, I think I-I’m good here, thanks” he stammers, and Amber rolls her eyes. “He threw up when our oldest was born and fainted at the second. Pathetic” Eddie snorts, as if he wasn’t a second away from doing the same thing at Christopher’s birth. “Hey, it happens.” It strikes Eddie how odd it is that he’s having a very casual conversation with someone while they have a face sticking out between their legs. The baby’s face, thankfully, isn’t getting any more purple, and Eddie briefly remembers that babies won’t actually take their first breath until their bodies have passed entirely through the birth canal, something about the pressure of their chest suddenly being decompressed being enough to draw their lungs open and for them to take their first breath. A quick glance at Chimney reveals that the man is ready to receive the baby, a towel draped over his arms. Hen’s breath hisses as she inhales sharply as Amber clamps down on her hand once more, the contraction building and building. Eddie wraps both hands around the baby’s head and neck, careful not to occlude the air way. “Push, Amber, push! That’s it!” he encourages as he applies a small amount of traction, the baby’s neck lengthening until the first shoulder pops free and then, suddenly, the rest of the baby follows in a slippery rush that’s got Eddie scrambling to support the body before the baby goes flopping onto the floor. “It’s a girl!” He’s holding the baby up, unable to tear his eyes away from the small, almost too small, slimy, and yet perfect human being in his arms, starting at her in amazement before remembering that skin to skin is key just after birth. Lion king moment over, he moves towards the expectant mother. Eddie’s dimly aware of the fact that he can’t hear any screaming as he lifts the baby up onto Amber’s chest. “Eddie?” Bobby’s voice is low, almost a warning, and Eddie knows, he knows he’s gotta do something, and fast. “Yeah, Cap, I know” He grabs a towel and scoots up so he’s at Amber’s side. He hasn’t even had time to inspect for damage… down there, but right now he’s got other priorities. Amber grabs his arm as he reaches over with a towel, covering the baby and begins to rub her back thoroughly. “I-is everything okay? Why isn’t she crying?” “Baby’s a little early and sometimes they need a little help breathing.” Eddie turns to Hen when it becomes apparent that this baby is going to need more than stimulation to get her breathing, his voice low and urgent. “Hen, I need you to clamp the cord and cut it, I’ve got to get her to Chim”. Hen nods resolutely and does as he said, placing two clamps about 2 inches above the start of the cord, and cuts into it with the scissors. It’s tough, almost chewy, and takes a couple of attempts before the cord is cut and Eddie swiftly brings the baby into his arms. “Chim, you ready for me?” Chimney already has the small mask out and the high flow oxygen set up. “Yes sir.” It’s been 40 seconds since the baby was born and she still hasn’t taken a breath. Eddie lays the baby out on the towels in front of Chimney and immediately focuses himself on resuscitation, leaving Bobby and Hen to reassure the parents. “Starting rescue breaths” Chimney announces, and he covers the baby’s face with the mask. Eddie holds her head stead, ensuring her airway is open, and Chimney administers the breaths. “Good chest rise” Eddie notes. “Keep going.” The tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Eddie can vaguely hear Bobby and Hen talking with Amber and Cam in the background, their voices low and reassuring as they explain what’s going on. Eddie forces himself not to look over, not to see Amber and Cam’s terrified faces as he and Chimney encourage their daughter to life. “Come on, baby, breathe for me” he murmurs.

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Irene x Male Reader

genre: Fluff

Irene was already mid-ramble when she glanced across the room, noticing the gentle, attentive expression on the man's face as he sat on the edge of their bed. The soft evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a serene glow over the bedroom that had become their shared sanctuary. Her words tumbled out in a steady stream, detailing the grueling dance practices and the relentless pace of her schedule.

“It was just one thing after another, you know? And then the stylist had to redo my hair three times because it just wouldn’t sit right," Irene explained, her voice a mix of frustration and exhaustion as she kicked off her shoes and sank beside him on the bed.

She paused, suddenly conscious of how much she'd been talking, her eyes flickering with a trace of worry. “. . . sorry, I talked too much,” she muttered, looking away slightly.

He turned towards her, his hand finding hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “No, no, no, not at all. Keep talking. I like hearing about your day, no matter how tough it gets,” he encouraged warmly, drawing a relieved laugh from her.

Encouraged, she scooted closer, resting her head against his shoulder. “And then, during the live performance, my mic almost slipped off. I had to catch it mid-song without anyone noticing. It was like a stealth mission in one of those spy movies you love,” she joked, trying to lighten the mood.

He chuckled, imagining the scene. “You’re my superhero, you know that? Always saving the day, even on stage.” His words were light, but the admiration in his eyes was earnest, making her smile soften.

Comfortable in the familiarity of their room and the quiet understanding between them, Irene felt the weight of the day lift slightly. She continued to share, her voice steadier now, recounting both the trials and the trivial moments that peppered her day. As she spoke, it wasn’t just about unloading her burdens anymore; it was about sharing her world with him, knowing he cherished these insights into her life as much as she valued his presence.

“Sometimes, I just wonder if I’m doing everything right. It’s all so overwhelming at times,” she confessed quietly, her voice nearly a whisper as she leaned into him more.

“And every time, you’ll find you’re doing better than ‘right’, you’re doing amazingly. But remember, you don’t have to carry it all alone,” he murmured back, his voice a soothing balm to her frayed nerves. He then stand up and close the curtain.

The night get dimmer, the room was soft with shadows as he returned from the window, a blanket in hand which he gently wrapped around them both. Irene nestled closer to him, her eyes reflecting a mix of weariness and relief.

“Sometimes, it feels like I’m just going through the motions, you know? Like I’m on stage but not really present,” Irene confessed, her voice a whisper as she found comfort in his closeness.

He nodded, understanding her struggle. “I can only imagine how tough that must be. But here, you don’t have to perform or pretend. Just be Joohyun, the one I love, not the idol everyone else sees.”

She smiled at his words, feeling the tension ease from her shoulders. “I love that I can just be me with you. No cameras, no expectations. Just us.”

“Exactly, just us,” he echoed, his thumb gently tracing circles on her hand. “Tell me more about what’s on your mind. Whatever you need to share, I’m here.”

Irene took a deep breath, comforted by his invitation to open up further. “During Yesterday practice, I kept messing up the steps. Everyone thinks I handle pressure well, but today, I felt like I was crumbling under it. It’s so frustrating.”

He squeezed her hand gently. “You’re human, Joohyun-nah. It’s okay to have off days. They don’t define you or your incredible talent.”

Hearing his reassuring words, Irene felt a surge of gratitude. “Thank you for reminding me of that. It’s easy to forget when you feel like you’re under a microscope.”

“That’s what I’m here for—to remind you that you’re amazing, just the way you are,” he said with a warm smile.

They fell into a comfortable silence, the kind filled with mutual understanding and affection. Irene then broke the silence, her voice soft but filled with sincerity. “Do you know how much these nights mean to me? How they help me recharge and face another day?”

“I hope they mean as much to you as they do to me,” he replied, his voice just as soft.

“They do. More than you can imagine,” Irene assured him, leaning in to kiss his cheek gently. “Being here with you, it’s my favorite part of the day.”

As they settled deeper into the night, their conversation flowed naturally, each moment building the foundation of their bond. It wasn’t just about sharing the highlights and low points of her day, but about sharing life itself—raw, unedited, and real. With each word, each shared laughter and consoling whisper, Irene felt her spirits lift, fortified by the love and understanding that filled their small, sacred space.

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Gemtho Fortnight Day 9

Prompt: idk if you're still taking gemtho requests, but maybe something where etho SAs Gem and she doesn't like it/tries to get away but slowly she gets her mind broken into liking it and begging for more? Sorry if it's a bit too dark

cw: this can be read as either non-con or consensual non-con (it's not discussed between them either way), partial somnophilia, drugging, nsfw

Gem wakes to the feeling of her body gently rocking.

Her brain feels foggy, her thoughts scattered, and she wants sleep to pull her back under, but her stomach rolls uneasily and there’s something niggling in the back of her mind that she thinks might be important.

She groans, lifting her head and finding she’s on her stomach, arms splayed out either side of her, and weirdly it feels a little like she’s being fucked.

The realization hits when she’s rocked forward again, feeling so full it makes her ache, and she groans, hands clutching at the sheets below.

She tries to turn to look behind, but a hand presses to the back of her head and pins it back down.

“Shh,” a voice says. “Just relax, Gem.”

It sounds like Etho.

She remembers leaving his base when the sun had started setting, but she doesn’t know if she made it home. The bed beneath her smells familiar though.

“What are you doing?” she asks, still only half awake.

“I’m making you feel good.”

She’s not entirely sure that’s true. She thinks it would feel better if he pulled out.

She tries to close her legs, but he’s in the way and he groans, hands tightening on her hips.

“You want to get on your knees?” he asks, and his voice is so gentle, like he cares.

“No, I — ” Gem starts, and Etho makes a soothing noise.

“Should I put you on your back instead?”

She groans at the thought, shaking her head gently. She might vomit if she moves too much. Whatever she’s been given or splashed with isn’t agreeing with her.

“C’mon,” he urges quietly, tugging at her hips. “You’ll feel better if you get your knees under you.”

Gem wishes he’d just stop, but she feels so groggy that she can’t figure out how to make him do that. She folds her arms on the bed, burying her face into them as she swallows around the lump in her throat.

He lifts her and Gem draws her knees up automatically, whining when he seems to slide even deeper.

“There you go,” he encourages as she hiccups, eyes stinging.

“Etho,” she begs, and she realizes he can’t be wearing his mask because he carefully brushes her hair aside so that he can kiss at her naked back, right between her shoulder blades.

“I’ll be quick,” he promises, starting to move in earnest, and he gets his hands underneath her, one grabbing at her left breast, the other slipping down between her legs to tease her clit.

Her body jolts and she clenches around him, and Etho groans in pleasure.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmurs against her skin. “Feels like you have too.”

She knows he’s talking about how wet she is against his fingers, but it’s not a sign that she wants this. She wasn’t even conscious for part of it.

“Just let me go,” she pleads, and she can feel the way he nods, his face pressed to her back.

“I will,” he promises. “As soon as I’m done.”

Gem makes a hollow noise of despair and his fingers speed up against her clit, like he’s trying to distract her. The worst part is that she can feel it. She can feel the heat that’s spreading through her hips, the way it pools lower as Etho fucks her a little harder. It’s a natural reaction. She just wishes it wasn’t.

“Gem, I’m so close,” he pants, and the only good thing about it is that it might mean he’ll stop soon. “You need to come first, okay? I need to know you want this.”

She shakes her head, though it might be a slow lolling from side to side, her brain still too sensitive for anything more.

“I won’t,” she tells him, but he hums like he doesn’t believe her, and her traitorous body obeys him anyway.

He fucks her slow and deep, fingers almost tapping against her clit as everything catches up to her and she finds herself tightening around him, shaking her way through an orgasm she regrets.

“I hate you,” she whispers through clenched teeth as he pulls his fingers away, going back to fucking her faster.

“I’ll fix that,” he promises softly, a terrifying threat that has her grappling at the bed, and he fucks into her once, twice, and then pushes in as deep as he can get, his cock flexing as he comes.

He moans her name with so much tenderness that the tears in her eyes finally spill.

“That’s it,” he encourages, shifting to rub at her back with one hand. “Let it all out.”

She can’t, she won’t give him the satisfaction. She bites at her own forearm, holding back her sobs, but knows it’s too late.

[planet-crait]

Episode 9! I think it’s 9. (Edit it’s episode 10) I’m getting confused lolz. How about this the episode I’m watching is called Weird Science. This review tested the limits of my patience with how much tumblr ate it. Forgive me if things are out of order I did my best.

Hazel draws that face criminally quick and I also have to wonder if that buck tooth is another Timmy reference. I’m going to pretend it is.

Either way this seems to be a science project of some sort though I didn’t think you could turn a potato into a light bulb unless I am misidentifying the item Hazel is using.

(Fuck tumblr for eating like half of my post I hate this. I’m sorry if this are out of order or it seems I missed stuff I just. I did the best I could this is so frustrating.)

Okay so I googled it and there is definitely more Hazel needs to do with her potato for it to actually work.

Cosmo how do you not know what a lightbulb looks like??? I’m majorly concerned. Uh wait how does Cosmo know how lightbulbs taste like? Wanda that is so mean. Cosmo!

But oh. Oh I cannot imagine the pressure of trying to follow the footsteps of a sibling who won every year that sounds brutal. I went to the same school as my older sister I looked exactly like and got a lot of the same teachers and that was hell. She’s going to a different school at least but uh. Still a lot of pressure.

Wait wait wait why did you wait til the last minute to do this project if it’s so important? I thought Hazel cared about school so this seems weird to me for her to procrastinate but maybe it’ll be explained? Oh Wanda are you more concerned about Hazel or Cosmo right now I can’t tell.

Cosmo when did you have time to grab the lightbulb again you were in frame the whole time? Okay the jeans comment was funny though.

Okay so now Hazel is uh sort of doing the other stuff to make it work but she didn’t even try and glance over the book? Watch a YouTube video? Sweetie this won’t end well. Uhh wait how is the wish working? This is for a science fair that’s a competition, it’s against the rules to help in a competition? Maybe this will be explained later? Or maybe it will stop working once the competition starts? That could be interesting!

Okay so Jasmines song to remember is silly and oh she can’t remember it that tracks. But VIVA LA PLUTO PLUTO IS A PLANET I WILL NOT ACCEPT OTHERWISE!!!

How does anyone believe Dev actually made a microchip like legit that is. Way too advanced for a ten year old to make. I have a feeling bribery will be at play here.

Wait what is happening with…everything? Why would her wishing her project work screw up all of this stuff? Wait they…had to…rewrite the laws of physics? I. What? Is this to get around the no helping in compensation rule? Wouldn’t that still be helping? Why is Wanda encouraging this behavior or her cheating her project? It might mess with Devs but STILL.

Meditation? Uhh what kind of elementary school is this? Why are their wands NOW making the fart noise? Oh Jorgan is here. So much is happening so fast. How are the wands not working they’re magic not science??? And there is a science fairy!? I mean….I guess?

The laws of physics and the laws of the universe affecting eachother both does and doesn’t make sense and is making my brain hurt as much as when I try and unwind time travel logic.

WHY WOULD IT BEING FOR A SCIENCE FAIR AFFECT IT? I don’t understand. Why did they leave? Weren’t they supposed to help fix it? Oh poor Cosmo he is getting beat up this episode. Shouldn’t Cosmo and Wanda be careful? I would think people would wonder what is making so much noise and I guarantee you raining potato’s will make a lot of noise and cause so much damage. Like so much damage.

Wild speculation, Hazel is going to finally read the book and use the raining potato’s to make more power. Nope she’s going to steal Devs microchip. Once again missing the point. Okay then.

Oh Cosmo and Wanda completely missing the point but oh you two are also so cute lolz.

With how little time is left I imagine they’re going to just chase down the now floating…microchip and use it instead of the potato’s which fine okay whatever miss the point again.

Chip Skylark reference?????!!!?? Nice (Powerline is a way better pop star though lolz)

Wait they’re just sitting and watching and waiting for the ten year old to fix it??? Uhh what? Why come if you won’t do anything for to help? If magic is all screwy how have Cosmo and Wanda been poofing around? I have questions.

The principle ate the- okay. She should be dead but physics are weird so sure fine whatever. But seems I was wrong about not using the potato thing. When did they find such a big potato? And oh now they’re helping okay lazy bums.

Okay Jorgan that is impressive lolz.

No ones going to question how they wound up like that? No one at all? Okay off you go. Principle should definitely be dead though. Like for sure dead.

Okay this is just laziness the potato looks exactly the same as before come on yall. Oh it didn’t work okay. But wow a rare genuine moment of sort of kindness from the principle and the lesson I’ve been begging the show for on not procrastinating? Thats good to see lolz. I do think it’s important for kids to know they did good even if they don’t win these competitions. Thankfully I never had to enter one but still.

OHHH DISABILITY REP I LOVE TO SEE IT!!! We’re seeing so much diversity in the show is really great to see honestly

I almost forgot about Winns project. Should have expected them to win lolz. (It’s literally their name). Aww, I’m glad Hazels parents are supportive. That’s really good to see and maybe a tiny baby nod to Meet the Robinson’s with the message about failure helping learn? Love to see it.

With how many times wishes go wrong because Cosmo and Wanda have to do crazy things to make the wish work why don’t they warn her about this? Thats the main thing I’m wondering right now.

Overall not a bad episode but there have been others I liked more. Onto the next one!

[roseaesynstylae]

Star Wars: Republic Commando: Hard Contact, The Remaining Chapters

Okay, this is different. It's basically a speed-run, going over everything that I feel is interesting in the remainder of the book. Part of it is exhaustion, and part of it is that most of this book is actually pretty decent and I decided to just focus on the stuff that stood out to me.

Chapter 10

"'I meant I could help with martial skills. If you want to train with your lightsaber.'

'I'd probably end up slicing off something you'd miss later.'"

Okay, this little exchange is pretty funny.

Chapter 13

"Weequay didn't all look the same. She knew this one. He had chased her across a barq field. He was a rapist and a murderer, not that the descriptions set him apart from any other of Hokan's thugs. She reached for her lightsaber."

That was my reaction to the word rapist being used in Star Wars. Nothing much else to say, I just really wasn't expecting the word to actually be written out on page.

Chapter 14

"She was a Jedi. Skirata said they were fine people, but they didn't -- and couldn't -- care about anyone."

Okay!

Before I get to the meat of it, I'd like to say that that's a much nicer statement than I ever expected from Kal Skirata about the Jedi. I don't think Traviss had his personality down yet.

And now... "They didn't care about anyone?" "They couldn't care about anyone?" Uhhh...

*in a very fake nice way* Did you by any chance forget that Anakin -- Anakin -- said "Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is essential to a Jedi's life. So you might say, that we are encouraged to love." Did you not notice how much the various members of the Jedi Order clearly care for each other? Do you not remember that the Jedi help people and repeatedly show display compassion to those they help?

Jedi-Bashing: 18

Chapter 15

"So how do we justify what we are doing now? Breeding men without choice, and without freedom, to fight and die for us? When do the means justify the end? Where is our society heading? What are our ideals, and what are we without them? If we give in to expedience this way, where do we draw the line between ourselves and those we find unacceptably evil? I have no answer, Master. Do you?"

-- Jedi Padwan Bardan Jusik, addressing the Jedi Council

(I only wish I could communicate as much disdain as this one expression.)

I'll just leave you with a couple points.

The Jedi did not order the clone army. Sifo-Dyas did. Yes, he was a Jedi, but his order was explicitly unknown to the Council.

The Jedi did not want to enter the war, nor use soldiers like that, but they had no choice.

Basically all Jedi we see (aside from Pong Krell) care a lot about the troopers under their command. (For further information, see Koon, Plo.)

In conclusion, shut up and don't lecture the Council on things they definitely have been concerned about.

Jedi-Bashing: 26 (one for each sentence in that paragraph)

Di'kut Count: 6

So, in conclusion...

All I have to say about this book is two things. One, this is probably the RepComm novel I'm probably going to like the most. Two, I can't believe that the Jedi hate in this series is a case of unreliable narrators. Look at all the little jabs in this book, where there's no physical appearance from the notorious Kal Skirata, where there's no reason for anyone to really think of the Jedi negatively. But, it can still be ignored. That's not something I can say about the rest of the books.

Brace yourselves, people. Triple Zero is coming and with it, Republic Commando's most infamous character.

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[carlyleandco]

SHOT BY SHOT LET'S GO PT 1

Okay so first we have the infamous ghost lamp. I absolutely love the design, it has such an otherworldly yet steam punky vibe, @vryfmi did a great post on the use of brutalist architecture on the show, which I encourage everyone to read!

This seems to be Lucy travelling on the train to London after the incident with Jacobs'. It seems like she is either drawing (which would be fantastic, I hope we see artist! Lucy) or looking through newspapers for potential jobs.

Shot from the teaser! Annie Ward plotline here we come!

Lucy at Kings Cross arriving in London for the first time? I've noticed Lucy's colour in the series primarily, or almost exclusively, seems to be blue.

I have a feeling this woman is the one talking at the start of the trailer: "It's terrible the world's come to this...I feel sorry for your generation." She appears to have noticed Lucy in agent gear, perhaps looking a little lost and forlorn.

Lucy reading the advertisement! Interesting design for the agency's name.

If you need me, I'll be at 35 Portland Row. Honestly looks EXACTLY how I always pictured it!

Lucy and George's first interaction <3 <3 <3

Looks like this is the sitting room? I love the cluttered nature of Portland Row; is that a TV I see in the background? What happened to "To think some people just watch TV" Lockwood?

George my beloved

Can't wait to see them break a gourd <3

Kudos to the props/design team, it's actually eerie how similar it looks to the way I always imagined!

Judging by the background, specifically the columns, this looks to be Kensal Green, Lucy and Lockwood seem to be kicking down the door to the chapel in order to rescue George and they look like they are about to kick some serious ass as well!

Lucy and Lockwood waiting to go into the Hope’s house? I remember as they were waiting, Lucy saw movement in the window and presumed the family to be home, only for the daughter to arrive straight after.

Meeting Annie Ward. This seems to play out different from the book in which Lucy had to call gently out for Lockwood so as not to disturb her. They seem to instead find her together in this scene. Although we do have a shot of Lucy facing her alone.

How I'm going to look tomorrow morning after staying up analysing the trailer

Lucy and Lockwood in the Hope’s?

You know what time it is? Arson time.

Lucy and Lockwood putting the company into serious debt.

The man, the myth, the legend. Montague Barnes looking mighty fine if I do say so myself. He looks extremely done with everyone, A+. He is with Kipps here, most likely investigating the Bone Mirror case.

Couples who do arson together, stay together. I love how they are just standing around in that second shot, taking in just how terribly they've screwed everything up, the vibes are immaculate.

Talented. Brilliant. Incredible. Amazing. Show stopping. Spectacular.

[fluffy-lovely-clouds]

LONG POST

hate to be serious for a second guys but I'm seriously thinking about leaving the hazbin hotel fandom, and its because i just cant fucking stand vivsie

i haven't supported her in any way ever since i heard about her history which was a while ago, maybe around when she finished her first season of helluva boss. well i stopped watching that, and hadnt planned to watch hazbin when it finally came out until one of my friends encouraged me to. so i had pirated all of it, that way i wouldn't support vivsie in any way, and for a while ive been okay with it, until now.

its not just the fact that i dont wanna watch a show because its by her, its because of all the messed up shit thats in the show, and plus how the fandom is (NOT pointing any of you guys out, you're all great).

For one, it feels like vivienne has such a terrible grudge on Christianity. im not Christian myself, im more or less an agnostic, but i still respect Christianity extremely, along with every other religion and belief as people should. The fact that the whole basis of her story and the way she presents it is a warped telling of Christian places (heaven and hell) and figures (angles, demons, Lucifer) is kinda disrespectful. i get that there are tons of other movies and shows that fantasize christianity and stuff, but hazbin hotel feels like vivienne is just trying and WANTING to outright insult the religion. taking such a big figure such as lucifer and making him goofy as hell, or showing that heaven is full of nothing but assholes, with ADAM being the biggest fuck of them all, just feels too far to me personally.

don't get me wrong, the chance that there are demons in hell that can redeem and be good people and that not everyone in heaven is perfect makes for a great story in my opinion, but i think that plot could be written and presented so much better than what vivsie's done

secondly, there are too many characters in the show that make me so uncomfortable and disgusted, and what's bad is these characters seem really glamorized. im talking about valentino. HE IS A LITERAL ACTIVE SEXUAL ASSUALTER WHO CONSTANTLY ABUSES ANGEL. THAT IS NOT OKAY. THAT IS A HUGE RED FLAG. but guess what, hes still fucking glamorized. not just by vivsie herself but by the fandom as well. you would think something bad would happen to him personally in the show to pay for his actions, but the worst i can remember happening to him is getting bit by fucking niffty, and angel standing up to him, BUT THAT IS NOT HIS DEFEAT. HE IS CONTINUOUSLY SHOWED THROUGHOUT THE SHOW BEING WRITTEN OFF LIKE NOTHING'S WRONG. His friendship with velvet and vox is seen as positive and even cute. i dont like vox much either because of the very fact that he makes out with valentino, and it makes me wonder if vivsie wrote vox off to know that valentino commits sexual abuse. if she did, then that means vox knows he's literally making out with a groomer and yet is okay with it. im gonna fucking explode

the fandom can be just terrible in the fact that people know all this but don't give a shit anyhow and draw/ write all the disgusting, shitty characters glamorized anyway cause they're messed up and think they're hot or whatever (VALENTINO). that's it. ive seen it in this community. there was a post about him where he teased y/n and it was meant to be seen positively. it got popular pretty fast. again, im gonna fucking explode. also, there's the deal with Alastor. IT IS CANON HE IS AROACE. But I have seen the fandom completely ignore that and sexualize him so much im starting to lose faith in humanity.

so yeah, i could keep going a bit but i think y'all get the point. i MIGHT not leave completely because i dont hate everything about the show, but by that i mean that husk and angel's relationship are like the only thing i care about. you MAY still see those two on here every once in a while, but that's it

so.. sorry guys, but i hope ive made yall understand

[oohnotvery]

Wherever Is Your Heart (Chapter 13) - Completed

Scully

She gives herself over to him in pieces. First, her sweater, followed by her bra. He trails his tongue across her clavicle and she trips her fingers up his toned abdomen. Her pants follow, then his, and by the time they’ve reached his couch, they’re both fully naked and pressing into each other. He pulls her into his lap and she loops her arms across his shoulders to kiss him. It’s hard not to think about the last time she sat astride Mulder, too intoxicated to know better, begging him to give it all to her. This time, there is no begging, just gentle whispers of encouragement, of yes, right there, and harder and more.

It is a privilege to touch him, to receive his touch.

He finishes what he started many months ago, sinking his fingers and tongue into her center and drawing a fierce pleasure from her body. When she tries to repay the favor by sinking to her knees, he drags her back into his lap and thrusts up into her. He doesn’t hold back and she doesn’t ask him to. They’ve both waited so long for this.

When they’ve collapsed in a breathless heap on the couch, Scully feels her consciousness ebbing and flowing like the sea, dragging her in and out of her doubts and worries and regrets. These past few months have been painful, miserably so; these past few minutes have been beautiful, exquisitely so. How to reconcile the two?

In this state of limbo, wrapped around Mulder, she feels tears blurring her vision.

“You okay?” he asks drowsily.

She bites her lip. She’s thinking about all the pain they’ve caused each other, all the useless, pointless, incredible pain.

“It hurts,” she whispers breathlessly, and for a minute, his hand tenses against her hip. “It hurts to think of everything we’ve missed.”

He relaxes against her slightly and starts small strokes up and down her spine. “I have no good answer for that,” he admits, but he doesn’t sound defeated.   

“Just keep going?” she asks, turning her head to look at him. “Forget what happened?”

He sighs. “Not quite,” he says. “I think we remember how this feels.” He smiles wryly. “Knowing us, Scully, we’ll be back in this place again, if we’re lucky enough to live a long time. We’ll face a time when things are hard. When we become afraid of our feelings, afraid of what those feelings mean. Unsure how to express them. Unsure how to give and receive love to each other.”

She strokes the back of her finger down his cheek. “Are you afraid of me, Mulder?”

He smiles shyly. “Terrified. Of having you, of losing you.”

She nods. “Me too.”

“We are too intimate with pain. Too accustomed to loss. It makes even the beautiful things scary.” He pauses. “Sometimes I don’t know how to overcome it.”

She drops her gaze, contemplating their past and future. “Our love is the center,” she says finally. “Let that be the answer.”

He blinks. “Without a doubt.”  

She sits back, wondering what life will feel like now that they’ve given wings to this thing between them. Mulder starts to pontificate again, quietly wondering out loud about life and death and meaning and the universality of their pain, about the beauty of their feelings for each other.

She hushes him with a press of her lips to his sternum. “Mulder, can I ask you a question?”

He pauses, nodding.

“Is this the kind of conversation one normally has post-coitus?”

He cracks a wide grin, his expression turning playful. “You prefer sweet nothings, Scully? Whispered sentiments? Naughty promises?”

She nuzzles her nose into his cheek. “Keep going.”

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs into her hair, squeezing her ass cheeks.

Fresh arousal hums low and steady in her groin. “So are you,” she says, pressing a kiss to his mouth.

“I’ve been thinking about making you come for months,” he adds with a pinch to her nipple. She moans.

“More.”

His hands grip her hips as he guides her back onto his hardening cock. His eyes meet hers as he slips inside and she begins a slow grind against him.

“I love you,” he says, thumbing the corner of her mouth fondly. “I don’t plan to let anything get in the way of that, ever again.”

She blinks back tears, unable to speak. He smiles tenderly at her silence and rises up to kiss her lips, clutching her firmly.

They move together in silence, every rock of their hips a promise.

[ladylooch]

Been reading more about liv and luca and i looove themm 💜🥺

Love that he makes her feel seen and appreciated! I would love to know how they became lore intimate w eachothwr ❤️

So happy you are loving these two like I am 🥰🥰

Liv and Luca had been innocently watching a movie on his couch.

But two glasses of red wine had made her shoulders a little loose and her cheeks pink. She couldn't stop giggling at all the various innuendos that keep popping up between the main characters.

"Are you a lil drunk?" Luca chuckles, reaching for her glass.

"No!" She giggles back, tongue snaking out to run along her bottom teeth. Luca's brown eyes fixate on it, getting darker and hot. So hot Liv feels sweat beginning to form in her hairline.

"I think you are."

"Maybe."She drawls as she leans closer. She leans forward, giving Luca the perfect view of her cleavage as she sets her hands on his strong thigh. "The wine was good, but I wanna taste it in your mouth."

"Damn, Liv." Luca groans as she drops her lips to his. His hand moves from the middle of her back down to her ass, giving it a squeeze. He encourages her to toss her leg around to straddle his lap. He pulls her down, rolling her hips against his arousal. Her breathing hitches for a moment. Wow, the friction feels incredible. She closes her eyes, leaning her temple against his jaw as he works her into him more. She collapses into his movements, letting him use her. Wetness pools and meets the heat rising up from Luca.

"Liv?" Luca whispers. "Have you done this before?" Liv hesitates, then shakes her head no. "Have you done anything?" Again, her head says no.

Luca halts his actions, pressing her hips back onto his thighs so he can look at her face. Liv casts her eyes down, worried that her inexperience is a turn off. It's the opposite for Luca, but she looks so innocent and drunk right now, he doesn't want it like this. He takes one hand off her hip to grab her chin, nudging her gaze back to his.

"I don't want to push you into anything before you're ready."

"You're not." Liv insists.

"Okay, well tell me that before you've had two glasses of wine."

Liv would rather not. Luca is sweet and gentle, rubbing his thumb along her hip under her shirt. Liv sighs, falling off him and into her cushion on the couch. She crosses her arms. He's doing the right thing, of course. But Liv feels a little rejected.

"Hey." He wraps an arm around her shoulder, making her crash into his chest. He kisses the top of her head. "This is not because I don't want to. In fact, you can see how much I want to." He gestures for her to run her fingers along his bulging zipper. She does, delicately, achingly slow. She feels Luca melt beneath her touch. His nose presses into her scalp further. A slow smirk pulls Liv's lips to the side. "But you deserve better than a drunk first time." He kisses her lips. "I want you to feel everything.. and remember it too."

"I thought all hockey players were selfish sluts?"

"No, that's just your brother." Liv snorts out a laugh.

"He is such a slut." Liv chuckles, drawing hearts on Luca's thigh.

"Can you look at me, beautiful?" Liv's eyes meet his. "I'm dying for you. Literally. But on our terms."

"You're making it really easy to fall for you."

"You're gonna fall for me forever." He says, wrapping his fingers around the back of her neck to kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her.

[kkbardd]

hello! i haven’t sent an ask in a while because schoolwork has been piling up infinitely :[ , but your recent posts have been really interesting to me! i really liked the room sketch one, I can’t exactly explain why but there’s something so indescribably human about it. i love spaces that looked lived in, that have personality, and I think that your room (current one? made up? old one?) has done a great job of showing that. and I’m not very good at giving advice— I can hardly follow it myself, but if you don’t know something, don’t know what you want to do, try things. it’s okay if you don’t like them. i recently found out I’m more competent in languages than I thought! i can already read and understand simple sentences in german.

there’s always more to yourself than you’ll know, I think, but the world is kinder than people think. If anything, everyone is still very new at this. we’ve never lived before. do the things you like, branch out, don’t become less of yourself for other people. everything has a place, and my best advice is to treat life as you would a vacation. do all the things you can while you’re here. build a life that makes it worth it. (sorry for the long ask and my rambling, or if this is overstepping in any way. i just read what you wrote and kind of related to it in a way. thank you for continuing to create art, it brings me a lot of joy! :] )

hey isopod!!! thanks for the ask & I wish u good luck with ur school work!

Thank u so much for the compliments, im really glad the vibe of my room was conveyed in those doodles. i absolutely looove drawing my room! It’s extremely small (a renovated utility closet) and just barely fits a bed + my desk but its packed full of the things i love. It’s very lived in and I feel like it reflects my character well.

when i drew that page I was in my senior year of high school and pressures to decide my future were overwhelming. I never thought much about it until then and I didn’t have any idea of what I was going to do. The only thing I felt I had going for me was art but I didn’t want to turn my only hobby into a job I hated. I remember going through a master list of majors on random college websites and one-by-one asking myself if I’d be okay doing it. In the end I had nothing. I was really crushed about it and felt stuck. This was right after the covid quarantine too so focusing in school was difficult & I couldn’t bring myself to apply for scholarships. I started skipping classes, smoking weed, and pushing off my assignments. All of this only made me feel more miserable, of course, so everything seemed pretty bleak at the time.

But luckily I had the support of my family and especially my mother. She would always remind me that “we have option”, “we always have options”. Because I did! This was a fresh start to try my hand at a totally different experience than what I’ve done so far. I ended up choosing my major on a complete whim after hearing my aunt had a job in an adjacent field. I was pretty sure I’d drop out after a semester, yet here I am about to graduate soon & I’m having a ton of fun!! (Hell, I’m 10 hours out in the middle of nowhere right now for my Field Methods class!) It’s not that I had a knack for Geology that I just never tapped into, or that i secretly had a passion for rocks this entire time; I just found something that seemed like an okay fit and grew interest from there. I think that a small level of commitment like that is more than enough to get you going. I had a ton of ideas in my head about how I needed to have a perfect fit major that would connect every dot I’ve laid out in my life thus far, but that’s not true at all. Life is much more messy and unpredictable than that.

But enough of my rambling!! That time of my life may have been stressful but I’m very grateful that I went through it! It changed how I viewed problems and it taught me to always look for other options when everything seems helpless.

Thank u so much for ur encouragement, I really appreciate it <33 I completely agree with everything u said!! Life is an ever changing experience & often leads u in unpredictable directions!

[panda-writes-kpop]

A/N: This is a little early for my North American / South American readers, but I wanted to hit as close as I could to her birthday in KST. This series is coming to a close, and I hope you enjoy this series and enjoy the ending to come!

TW: High levels of magic and intrigue, one of the girls are in their villain era ;), spoilers galore

Summary: You approach the Mad Hatter with many questions, but her answers are less than satisfactory, and your abilities draw you closer to the mysterious Author, as if you might have an idea of who they might be.

♡ Masterlist ♡ 》 》 》 ♧ AU Masterlist ♧

“Strange, isn’t it?”

You stare at the artwork before turning to Siyeon.

“What do you see?”

“A bunny.”

“Really? It just looks like a mess of colors.”

“Sometimes, you have to find beauty in the simplest of things.”

~

A study.

You’re in the Author’s study, and it’s warm and inviting.

“Why are you here again?” She asks before turning around in her chair. “Do you think I’m the villain of this story?’

“Life’s more nuanced than villains and heroes. I mean, you’ve helped me more than the person that I first met.”

“Goodness, you’re so close to figuring it out. You need to think, Alice. Why did Yoohyeon bring you here?” She applies pressure on you before leaning forward on her desk.

She places her hands on the desk and begins to write.

“Is Yoohyeon the villain?”

“No, but you’re naive to think that she wanted to help you.” She off-handedly comments.

“That’s rude to say-”

“Is it?” She glances up at you before shaking her head. “Her dumb mistake would have cost all of us, including yourself. Who has been as honest as they can be? Who has chosen to help you without knowing much about you?”

You’re silent as you’re unable to defend Yoohyeon.

“Why, then, do none of those features apply to Yoohyeon? How can you defend a liar who has the freedom to speak whenever she pleases?” She angrily says before pulling the glasses off of her face.

“Yoohyeon isn’t bound by magic?” You softly ask.

“Yes, and why is that?”

“I don’t know.”

A remorseful look sits on the Author’s face.

“It’s not your fault. I don’t know why I am angry with you when you are the main victim in all of this. You don’t remember your life before this, and who’s fault is that?” She sighs before rubbing her face with her hands.

“Yoohyeon’s?”

“No, it’s mine.”

~

With tenacity, you approach the woman at the tea table. JiU offers you a sympathetic thumbs up before heading back towards the kingdom. 

Guess I'm on my own now, with these visions and my wit to rely on. 

You sigh as you recall the Author's words.

How can you defend a liar who has the freedom to speak whenever she damn pleases?

The Mad Hatter turns toward you before taking her hat off.

"Do you know why a raven is like a writing desk?"

You smile before shaking your head. 

"I wouldn't know."

"Neither do I! 'Tis one of the great mysteries of life." She slides a teacup in front of you. "Care for something to drink?"

"I'm not really in the mood for tea-"

"It's not tea. Give it a taste, Alice." The Mad Hatter encourages, and you shrug before taking a sip.

"It's… delicious! What's in this?"

"That's the fun of it!" She cheerfully says. "The beverage takes on whatever flavor you've been craving at the moment."

"How odd…"

"Everything here is odd! That's the whole point of this place!" She jests before bumping you with her elbow. "Tell me, Alice, why did you come to see me?"

"I want answers."

"To what questions?"

"I-" You pause before answering. "Are we really in Wonderland?"

"You're either in Wonderland, or this is your messed up version of the afterlife."

You bite your lip before nodding.

"Okay, then… who is the Author?"

"A woman like me." The Mad Hatter thoughtfully says before setting her teacup down. "Do you blame her for your predicament?"

"She appears to be blaming herself." You say as you remember the remorseful look of the author.

You observe the jet-black haired woman. She carefully looks you up and down before leaning in. 

"What game are we playing now? This is no fun if you don't explain how to play." She complains as you sigh.

"No, it's not like that… Siyeon." You pinpoint her name as a memory flashes by your eyes.

"Will you remember me, darling?"

"Forever and always."

"You know me?"

"We've met before, but I have no time to explain." You place the empty teacup on the table before tilting your head at Siyeon. "I need to find the Author."

"But why? What other answer do you seek?"

Why did Yoohyeon drag me down here?

"What is Yoohyeon going to do now?"

Siyeon thinks for a moment before readjusting her top hat.

"Are you sure you want that answer?"

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

[charnelhouse]

If you can imagine for a second Ghost becoming a young dad. Maybe he was a little more reckless in his late teens or something. Had a very brief fling with a woman then all of a sudden he's a dad at 20.

Of course he's scared shitless at first but then he takes a look at his daughter and he's like oh she's perfect. He just knows he'll move heaven and earth for her. He does everything he can for her, even going as far as to make sure she has her mom's maiden name to keep her protected.

When he's back home you know he's going to every single ballet recital and show and even going so far as learning about the poses to help her perfect her forms and jumps. Encourages her to keep working through it even though ballet can be a little painful. It's all worth it when she ends up as the lead for the nutcracker when she's 10 and the lead for Giselle at 16. He has them on vhs or has them recorded.

Imagine instead of becoming a professional ballerina like Ghost wanted for her she ends up in his line of work and she draws the attention of Laswell and she ends up on the task force. She's not introduced as his daughter and both Ghost and his daughter want to keep it that way.

I can imagine Ghosts ire when Soap starts taking a liking to her. Almost a teenage crush to a full blown relationship. Soap thinks nothing of it when Lt snaps at him for flirting with the new girl but so does Price.

Imagine thing come to a head one day and Ghost and his daughter reveal their connection. Soap starts sweating cause he's been secretly fucking his superiors daughter. Ghost already knew that the only warning Ghost gives him is to not fuck up cause his daughter can handle herself (you've seen what she's capable of Johnny, it's not me you need to be afraid of).

Also imagine the angst that can come with it. Maybe she gets injured and it get infected and they're having to hide out for a couple of days. She feels so sick and she's hurting so bad and she knows she's dying while waiting for medevac. Maybe Johnny is taking care of her at that moment and she croaks out his name and she's like can you get my dad? Of course he does, Johnny is in so deep he'd do anything for her.

Ghost comes in and he's gently brushing her hair out of her face. He remembers that one winter when she was 6 and she had a really bad fever. He sees the little girl he raised and he's so scared. She tells him "Daddy, I think I'm dying. I'm so afraid..."

She looks so weak right now and they both know she's probably septic at this point. He's afraid he might have to bury his baby. Evac gets there just before she can kick it. She's at deaths door and Johnny and Ghost are hovering over the medics. Sick with worry and Price has to tell them to back up and let them work.

She come back from deaths door and when she finally wakes up again the first thing she sees is her dad's face. It's just them and he starts crying. She's only ever seen her dad cry once when she fell down the steps at age 5. Here he is bawling his eyes out cause his baby is alive.

Ugh just soft papa Ghost making sure his little angel is okay out in the field and that she's excelling at everything she does.

Also the shenanigans Johnny gets himself into because sometimes he forgets Ghost is her dad. He drops an innuendo in front of everyone and Ghost just gives Soap a death glare and Soap is like oh I might die now. He forgets that his Lt will more than likely be his father-in-law one day. Ghosts daughter is just hiding her face in embarrassment cause sometimes her boyfriend is stupid.

Omg this is so angsty!!! I love it so much