#and don't get the wrong idea here i will be the 1st one back on a ship

[empresskylo]

➠𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈; 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓; 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓

ZOMBIE!SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY X AFAB!READER

SUMMARY | Simon is dead. And you were forced to leave him behind as the rise of the dead took over. When you volunteer to sneak back into base to grab med supplies, you don't expect to run into Simon—alive, but certainly not himself...

WARNINGS | dead dove do not eat! this is literally smut about zombie!ghost... so... beware i suppose. gore. dub-con?? afab!reader. wc 3k

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ lock me up! send me to jail!!! i can't believe I wrote this yes i can. This is how down bad i am for Ghost, I literally wrote smut about fucking him as a zombie... someone send the authorities, i need my internet taken away. (happy oct 1st btw)

𝐜𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✩ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It had been less than two days since you lost Simon.

The image of him dying in the infirmary wing, bleeding out on the bed, was plastered behind your eyes. You saw it every waking moment and even dreamt of it during the night. You could still feel Soap’s hands squeezing your arms far too aggressively as he dragged you out of the infirmary while you cried out for Simon. You tried to claw your way to him but Soap was stronger than you by a long shot. “We have to get out of here!” he shouted at you over the cacophony of voices, people running around frantically. You let him drag you away to safety, your body limp in his hold, thinking of Simon’s dying breath.

The infirmary had promptly been boarded up, the doors all sealed tight. The breakout had begun a few weeks ago and it only just infiltrated the base. When Ghost had come back, bleeding out after a mission gone wrong, you furiously checked him for bite marks. The relief you felt when you didn’t find any was short-lived. Simon had lost a lot of blood. Too much blood. You could still see it covering your hands the days following like a wraith. You felt like his blood was still wedged under your fingernails even after scrubbing your hands violently in a bucket of water. 

With the infirmary infected and the outside world gone, you had little options but to hunker down in the barracks. There were small hunting groups that would leave base and dare to edge into the city, trying to help people, and gathering resources. Ghost had been in one of those first groups to leave the safe confines of base. You wished you had begged him to stay. Pleaded with him not to go. 

The lights above you flickered, the generator not the most reliable of equipment. You looked across the table to your teammates, trying to keep yourself pulled together. It was only at night that you let yourself feel the pain, crying yourself to sleep. 

“We’re never gonna survive here if we don’t get that medical supplies,” Soap explained. 

“It’s too dangerous, Soap. We have no idea how bad it got in there. We have no way of knowing if all the bodies left behind turned,” Price retorted, pulling off his beanie and running his hand through his hair in nerves. 

“So, what then? We’re gonna send more men off to die, tryin’ to get shit from the city?”

Price closed his eyes momentarily. The bags forming under them showed just how little sleep he was getting. “We can’t risk more men. We’d be sendin’ them to their death, Soap. We don’t have the ammo to spare.”

“We don’t know that. We’re still not even sure if it's a guarantee the dead will change, or if they have to be bit.”

“It’s too–”

You cut the men off. “I can go.” Both their heads snapped in your direction. “I’m just a technician. With everything gone to shit, I haven’t been as much help as you guys have been. I can’t fight. I can’t–”

“No. We’re not riskin’ you,” Soap said sternly. 

“Soap,” you breathed. “I’m the only one here that isn’t crucial to the team. And don’t argue with me. It’s just a fact. Let me go. I can sneak in and grab what we need. I’m far quieter than any of you boisterous men anyways.”

Soap breathed your name. He was worried about you. He could see the pain in your eyes after losing Simon. He was worried this was a suicide mission. And that you wanted that. 

“Let me be of use,” you begged. Soap wanted to argue. So did Price. But you were right. You would be the fastest. And as much as they valued you, the remaining men couldn’t survive here without Soap or Price. 

“Lass, are you sure?” Soap said finally. He wanted you to feel useful, but he didn’t want you running off and risking your life because of the pain you felt from losing Simon. 

“Let me do it, Soap. Please. I need this.”

He couldn’t argue with you. He didn’t have it in him to hurt you more than you were already hurting. 

“Fine. But I’m not happy about this.”

You stood in your gear, an empty backpack plastered to your back waiting to be filled with medical supplies. Price had gone over the layout of the wing with you, showing you exactly where you needed to go to get the right supplies on a map of the building. 

You stood before the infirmary doors, the ones that would lead to a long, winding hall that would bring you to the center of the infirmary. Off of that were several rooms and more halls, and a surgical floor. It was a large span of space to cover, but you believed you could do this. 

“Be quick about it, lass. We’ll be right here when you get back,” Soap said to you, his hand resting on your shoulder. 

You took in a breath and walked up to the doors that had been unlocked, a large piece of plywood that had previously been nailed against it, removed so you could go in. Before you reached out to the door handle, you turned around and rushed into Soap’s arms. He held you tightly, your head tucked right under his chin. “Don’t you fuckin’ die on me,” he mumbled into your hair. 

You pulled back and gave him a sad smile. Then you nodded at Price and faced the daunting doors again. Once you stepped through the threshold and the doors shut behind you, you could hear the plywood being put back up, a hammer nailing it in place. When you got back, you were to knock and Soap would be there waiting to let you back in. 

The hall was flickering with a few overhead lights, the generator still powering a few of the rooms in this wing. 

Ghost had a glazed-over expression when he rolled off his medical bed. The room around him was silent apart from the ticking of a clock in the corner. There was blood pooled all around him and dripping onto the tiled floor as he stood. He had some semblance of who he was, of what happened, but most of his thoughts were hazed over like he was stuck in a daydream. 

He had walked the length of the room, a sudden craving for food hitting the pit of his stomach. Any sound made him snap in that direction, rushing towards it as if on cue. He heard banging coming from one of the med rooms, the door locked and nailed over with whatever scrap of wood they could find. More people like him were trapped behind those doors, their groaning echoing down the hall. 

Ghost limped as he walked, remembering how he had been shot in his leg. He looked down at his crimson-stained pants, almost like he should be feeling pain, but he felt nothing. 

Days had passed and he roamed the halls aimlessly, not even getting bored. His mind had drifted off, somewhere that wasn’t in his body, allowing him to walk around like a zombie, completely void of any logical thought. 

He grumbled as he made his rounds, stuck in a time loop, walking down the flickering hall again and again, passing by bodies that had been left behind. 

He hesitated when he heard something. He turned to look in the direction of the noise, intrigued. It sounded like someone had just walked blindly into a metal medical tray, knocking instruments onto the floor. His movements were fast and nimble as he approached the sound. 

He froze in place when he saw you–though he didn’t know who you were at that moment. You cursed yourself for being loud but didn’t hear anything in retaliation so you figured you were safe. Your hand rested on the knife strapped to your hip anyway.

You were edging towards the main infirmary double doors, your hand touching the metal of the handle. You should go in there and get supplies, but that’s where you had last seen Simon. You didn’t have it in you to see what had become of him, his body rotting alone. 

Instead, you walked down the hall and into a storage closet, oblivious to the shell of Ghost who trailed behind you. 

You left the door to the storage room open to let in a few strips of light so you could see better. You hunched over and began to dig through the supplies that had been thrown all over the floor in panic. 

Ghost rolled his neck as he saw you in the room, your back to him. He had a sudden urge to sink his teeth deep into your skin, to tear you to shreds. In fact, he wanted nothing more; the instinct was overpowering. 

But when he got close, he could hear your voice as you mumbled to yourself, going over the list of the items you needed. You held up a pack of linens, trying to see if they were clean. “These will have to do,” you said softly, shoving them into your backpack. 

A wave of familiarity surfaced inside Ghost, a strange feeling of being alive pumping through his veins. When he got to the doorframe, he could smell you. His senses heightened, the waft of your natural scent sent Ghost into a daze. He remembered—though he wasn’t sure what he was remembering. All he knew was that he recognized that smell. 

His body had felt like it was in hibernation, his motors set on autopilot as he mindlessly walked down the halls. But suddenly, Ghost’s true mind was brought to the forefront. And his body craved you, though not in the way he had just moments earlier. He didn’t want to sink his teeth into your neck, he wanted to feel your warmth against him. 

Ghost moved with such dexterity and silence, it was clear he was no longer human. When you stood, his arms immediately wrapped around you, eliciting a scream from your throat. 

Ghost still wasn’t fully comprehending what was happening; all he knew was that his body wanted you. His hand slid up around your neck, leaving a trail of blood on your clothes. He tried to speak, but he couldn't fathom what he wanted to say. All that came out was a strangled groan. 

You sputtered, trying to catch your breath as your heart raced in your chest. Ghost felt for your pulse beneath his fingertips, relishing in the way your blood pumped through your body. 

You turned your head slightly, spying the man who had you trapped against the many shelves in the closet.

It was Simon.

Terror flooded your system. He didn’t look like himself. His eyes were glossed over, his pupils and iris almost unidentifiable, the entirety of his eyes were white, appearing like he was blind. The blood that had soaked his face had congealed, the rusted color running down his clothes where he was shot in the chest and leg. He looked just how you left him, and it sent a sense of terror through you. 

“S-Simon?” You whispered, unsure if you were caught in a nightmare. 

A groan escaped his cracked lips. You gulped. He had become one of them . 

You were certain he was about to tear you apart, just as you had seen other fallen men do to your teammates. You closed your eyes, tears rushing down your cheeks as you prepared for the worst. His hands felt cold around your neck, like ice. You shivered against him. You accepted your fate—a small part of you actually wanted it. You wanted him to end you. To take you down with him. You didn't want to be alone anymore.

He nuzzled his nose against your neck and you squeezed your eyes shut, preparing for him to bite you. But it never came. 

Instead, he just moved his nose against you, smelling your hair and skin. His hands were still locked tightly against you, but they began to travel across your body. You opened your eyes in shock. Ghost’s hands trailed your chest, groping you with one hand, the other sprawling over the front of your thigh and stomach. You gasped in surprise. 

You felt him harden against you, something you had experienced many times before now, and the familiarity of it made your heart pound with mixed emotions. Your mind was too caught up trying to decipher what was happening to truly take the moment in. 

Ghost’s cold hands slid under your black shirt, snaking their way up to your breasts, cupping each one in his hands. Your nipples immediately hardened from the iciness of his touch. He ground himself against your backside, making you close your eyes in a moment of reprieve. You got lost in the past, imagining this was how it used to be. How he had touched you so many times before. 

You breathed his name and he seemed to like that, for he rolled his hips against you harder, his chest rumbling in satisfaction. 

The cold of his hands left you, making you oddly yearn to have them back on your skin. His fingers traced the hem of your pants before aggressively pulling them down. He got them past the curve of your ass and turned your bodies so your hips hit the edge of a shelving unit that acted as a table. You knocked all the supplies off as Ghost pushed you down against it, using your hands to catch yourself. 

Ghost shuffled with his own pants, wasting no time at all to slip himself inside you. You called out in a brief shock of pain. He held himself deep within you, his hands squeezing as he held you, his body bent over slightly, his chest flat against your back. Your own hands reached out to grab the edge of the table to help steady yourself. The searing heat of you against his frozen skin spread through him like wildfire.

Your cries ignited a flame in Ghost’s chest—the feel of your body, the sound of your gasps, the smell of your hair—felt natural, like this was exactly what he was supposed to be doing. That he was made to take you like this. That your body against him was something so ingrained in his system, that he had no choice to to let his limbs move on muscle memory. 

He began to thrust inside you, your hips hitting the table with each snap of his hips. His hand snaked around your neck, the smear of blood now coating your skin. One of your hands came up to wrap around his wrist, resting it there in support. 

You groaned as he rocked into you harder. The pain from his sudden intrusion had subsided, and now you were filled with a haze of rapture. A tear slid down your cheek. You were unable to process what was happening, but what you did know was that you had missed Simon more than anything and that this wasn’t real. This wouldn’t last longer than this moment in time. 

Ghost’s chest rumbled in pleasure as he thrusted into you. Your walls squeezed around him and he let out a loud groan. His arm not clutching your neck wrapped around your midsection, pulling you away from the table so you were flesh against him. He held you tight, almost like he couldn’t get you close enough. That if he had his way, he’d let you make a home beneath his skin. 

His hips snapped vehemently against you, his pace quickening. You moaned, your sounds coming out strangled as his cold hand held your neck. Your walls tightened around him, your climax rapidly approaching. You couldn’t quite believe that you were not only fucking your dead boyfriend, but you were going to come in record time. 

You were absolutely intoxicating to him as your warmth clenched down on him, your heat something recognizable to him, and yet, the intimacy was foreign at the same time. Now that he was devoid of his usual body temperature, the warm feeling of you around him was almost painful. 

When you mewled and cried under him, your walls spasaming, he drew himself to the edge right behind you. Ghost came inside you with a great urge, growling in your ear as he tried to support the two of you. You felt him fill you, the white fluid seeping out around where his cock continued to pump in and out of you. His movements became sloppy, your legs shaking, your hand clutching onto his wrist for dear life. 

You couldn’t hold back the cascade of tears, finally letting them flow as Ghost slowed his pace before stopping altogether. He edged out of you, his arms hesitantly letting you go, and you immediately turned around to face him, burying your face in his chest. You sobbed as he stood there. His arms didn’t reach out and hold you like he once would. He didn’t try to comfort you like he always did so well. 

But still, he just let you huddle against him, taking what you needed from him. He didn’t attack you. He didn’t try to kill you. He wasn’t himself, but he wasn’t fully gone either. You turned to look up at him, resting your chin on his chest. He looked down and you stifled a cry. His white eyes were going to be permanently burned into your mind, haunting you for eternity. His face was sullen and blanched, blood smearing all across him; fresh blood dripping slightly from his mouth.

You tentatively reached a hand up and rested it on his frozen cheek. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled. Ghost made no indication he could even hear you. 

You took in a deep breath, willing yourself to do this, and stepped back. You adjusted yourself before slowly reaching down for your bag. Ghost stood and watched you, the only thing moving was the tilt of his head as he traced your movements. 

You shuffled to the door, anticipating him to reach out and end this daydream, ripping you apart. But he just watched you go, his mind riddled with foggy thoughts. He wanted to tear into you, but another part of him prevented him from doing so. He wanted to grab you and hold you against him for some reason. He liked the warmth your body provided. But another part of him felt nothing at all. 

He watched you leave in a stupor, his mind just barely grasping onto the image and memory of you. It’s true, he wasn’t completely gone, but he was fading fast. 

You cried violently as you stumbled back to the exit. When you banged on the doors, you heard the plywood being ripped off and the doors swinging open. Soap pulled you back into the base and held you at arm's length. “What happened?” he asked desperately. You were sobbing and covered in blood.

Should you tell him? Would Soap let you return to Simon knowing he wasn’t gone? Or would they make you stay here, letting Simon slip away forever? 

You suddenly regretted leaving him. You should have stayed with Simon, even if he was a shell of who he used to be. You should have waited the time out together until he fully lost himself, and you would let him take you down with him. 

[novella-november]

Well. I have a feeling I'm about to have a million new followers. (March 31st, 2025; not an April Fool's joke, unless Nanowrimo has very poor taste and timing)

Here's a link that explains in long video format the whole entire thing in detail:

and to sum it up:

This blog was made as an Anti-Generative AI to Nanowrimo, as well as a way to actually build a friendly, low-pressure, helpful community of aspiring writers, without the hard-fast-do-it-or-die pressure brought on by nanowrimo.

There is no official "contest" -- only a community coming together to inspire each other to write, help out with motivation by setting community goals, keeping participation motivation via Trackbear.app, etc!

The most popular writing challenge is still November for most people, but I myself have also started to keep a year-round, daily writing goal of 444 via the website 4thewords, which has been an extreme help in getting me to write a little at a time.

This year has been very hectic for everyone what with the election results so I haven't been very active on tumblr (I think everyone can understand that) but I was originally planning on also having each month of the year being a different themed writing / art challenge but got a bit distracted real life.

So, what is the Novella November Challenge?

It's a fun challenge where writers come together to write 30,000 (or your own personal writing goal!) words in 30 days, sharing tips, writing advice, plot ideas, accessibility aids, and committing to having fun while explicitly fighting back against Generative AI by using our own words and disavowing the use of scraping and generating to take away the livelyhoods of artists of all spectrums, and proving everyone who insists "generative AI is an accessibility tool" wrong by committing to our creative visions and making it easier for everyone to find the tools they need to succeed by sharing tips, free programs, and finding a like-minded community to support you! 💙

There is no official website, there is no required place to show your participation, this is a community initiative that will never be monetized by predatory sponsors or dangerous moderators abusing their power.

This blog is here to inspire everyone, regardless of experience level, to write and create the story they want to tell, in their own words, while striving to remain a fun, low-pressure challenge that doesn't turn into a stressful spiral, like often happened with Nano.

Want to start writing but not sure how? Don't have money to spend on expensive writing programs? Have no fear!

LibreOffice: An always free, open-source alternative to Microsoft Word (and Microsoft's other office suits)

4Thewords: A website (both desktop and mobile web browser) that syncs your writing cross platform to the cloud, with built-in daily word goals, streak tracking, and you can fight monsters with your word count to game-ify writing!

Trackbear: A website dedicated to tracking your writing, setting custom goals, and creating leaderboards for community participation; you can join the year-long community leaderboard with the Join Code "f043cc66-6d5d-45b2-acf1-204626a727ba" and a November-limited one will release on November 1st as well.

Want to use Text to Speech to dictate your novel?

Most modern phones have a built-in option available on your keyboard settings which can be used on any writing program on your phone, and most modern PCs that allow a microphone (including headphone) connection has some kind of native dictation function, which you can find by opening your start panel and searching your computer for "Speech to text" or "voice to text".

Want to write while on the go, but don't want to / can't use the small phone keyboard to type, or speech to text?

You can, for as cheap as $40, buy a bluetooth keyboard that you can pair with your smart phone or tablet and use to write in any and all writing applications on your phone -- this allows you to write on the goal (especially using cross-platform websites or services, like 4thewords or google docs) , and the small screen can also help minimize distractions by muting notifications in your writing time.

[thehigherseekerastro]

Random Astrology Observations (Alternative Meanings Love Edition) 2 🤨❤️🤔

DISCLAIMER: I am in no way, shape or form a professional astrologer, modern or traditional.

I HAVE been studying astrology for a while now, and analysing charts available to me, as well as my own, and noticed a lot of the info you find online doesn't make sense in real life, because it is too reductive, stereotypical or lacks broader context. So I thought I'd share some of my personal observations to see if it resonates with anyone.

This is NOT the end all, be all. Apply it as it makes sense to you.

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The 1st House 🙋‍♂️

The 1H in synastry is a tricky one, because the first house itself is related to our individual identity. It is the house of self. So, when it comes to having a love planet here, things can get really murky. You'll often hear that it indicates instant attraction, but also only surface-level. While that is not entirely wrong, it would be a disservice to reduce it to just that. Yes, first house ties back to your physical appearance and external impact. But what does that mean for someone else being impacted and impacting that? Does it even apply in synastry? The answer is: YES. And it goes much deeper than you'd think. It will talk about an immediate recognition. It talks of being mesmerized by someone's look and demeanor, but that comes accompanied with an obsessive need to know more about you, to be around you, to soak up as much of you as possible, as if to aggressively learn you. And that's because you will tickle all the boxes the person had been holding inside (and vice-versa).

(e.g.: having someone's planet(s) fall into your 1st house doesn't just mean they will be attracted to you, if it's romantic. It also means the person feels like you two share a vibe, share interests, ideas. It means they feel like you move according to their speed, and therefore, that could lead to a lot of trust and comfort on their part, because you feel like a safe place. Not in the same sense as the 4H, but in a more "this person will have my back, cause we're the same!" kind of way. It makes the person feel like you are enough, because you fit them. So even if everyone else disagrees with them or doesn't understand them, they'll sort of look over at you, and if you validate them, that will be enough for them. They'd rather have your approval – since you are someone who gets them – than to have the approval of a bunch of people who don't understand where they are coming from.)

It truly is a beautiful thing, but even positive planets with positive aspects can lead to unwanted side-effects. The house person could come to resent the planet person because of how much they like them. Depending on who the house person is – if they have a dominant or prideful personality, for example – they may come to resent and even become angry with the planet person at times, because they'll feel so strongly for the planet person that they could start acting out of character for them, and that can make them feel like they're losing control of themselves. And as human beings, what do we do when we feel out of control? Shift blame and start looking for culprits. This DOES tend to wear off, though, exactly because of how intensely the house person feels for the planet person, but it can burn hot for a minute or two, specially if they end up getting into an ugly fight and the 1H person tries to forget the planet person, but they can't bring themselves to hate them. They'll get angry at the fact that no matter how hard they try to hate the person, they still feel enchanted by them.

(this could also create an unwanted feeling of "nobody else is like them", so the 1H could panic a bit at the thought of losing the planet person because 1H synastry creates the immediate feeling of the "perfect person for me", so imagine thinking you found the perfect person for you... it can make you feel like if you lose them you'll never recover, because no one else will be like them or able to replace them as perfectly)

All in all, though, first house Synastry tends to usually show up good results, depending on the planets and aspects involved. Another aspect of this synastry that doesn't get talked about for some reason is the fact that they tend to obsess over and notice the tiny details in each other. So it creates this effect of falling for them over and over and over again, cause they'll keep finding little things about the other person that they find enchanting, and THAT'S what creates the physical attraction. It's not that the planet or house person are conventionally attractive to everyone – they might not even fit the beauty standards –, but to the house person, those little details will sort of build up the planet person's beauty step by step, and by the time they catch on, they'll be enamored with every part of them, so, to the house person, the planet person truly is the most beautiful thing ever.

(1H house synastry also brings a 1st house energy to the attraction. NO - NOT ARIES. First house. But it will sound like arian qualities because Aries does rule the first house, after all. What this means is that a big part of the attraction for the 1H person is feeling like the planet person is independent, self-sufficient, confident, self-assured and capable. Because it's taping into their 1st house of self, the house person can sort of see the best of themselves reflected on the planet person, which means they feel like all the things they are insecure to show the world, the planet person has and is not afraid to show them. So they feel like planet person not only embodies their attraction ideal, but also the ideal personality they wish they had themselves. Which they do, but they don't realize it until planet person comes along and brings it out of them.)

First house Synastry is a complex kind of Synastry that is much more psychological than it's given credit for. People often focus on superficial physical attraction and gloss over the fact that it's like somebody is literally stepping into your mind and making your inner fantasies come out. It can feel very vulnerable and intense.

The 7th House 💍

Oh, isn't this one a gem?! Perhaps one of the most sought after in synastry. But the idea here is to provide an alternative perspective, so here goes: if it's badly aspected, or there's other challenging factors involved (the person falling into your 7H is problematic themselves), you're gonna run into the issues people often attribute to 1st house synastry, such as superficiality and a "false love" because 7H Synastry, regardless if it's good or bad, creates somebody who's "perfect on paper". They say the right things, they do the right things, they seem to fit into your whole ideals. But that does not guarantee that that's who they truly are. That's just who you think they are. Remember – the 7H is the house of "other". So it's not about you. It's about the other. But it's rather how you act around said other, and also how you perceive them.

(It's tough to say this, but you gotta be real to help some people out there who might have had 7H Synastry and didn't understand why the relationship failed, since everyone online claims it's a guaranteed soulmate. It's because Synastry goes both ways. And all houses have good and bad. There is no such thing as the perfect Synastry. But in the case of the 7H, I'd say it's the real life case of "if it's good, then it will be amazing. Truly a soulmate. But if it's bad... it will be awful. Just not immediately.)

Going off of the previous comment, another grim way this Synastry can turn out is in its binding effect. And I don't mean anything spiritual or abstract here. I mean literally binding. Imagine a relationship going sideways like that AND you are also now married or share a business together. MESS! This is the house of contracts and long-term. Remember Saturn exalts in Libra, because Libra likes things that last, and Saturn is the planet of long-term, so the house of Libra will sprinkle that lasting effect over whatever it touches. And if you're in a 7H relationship, that relationship will last with you, whether good or bad. It will take A WHILE to break off from it, either mentally, emotionally, psychologically, legally or financially.

(e.g. somebody has their moon in your 7H, but it's a moon at fall, in Scorpio, and it's afflicted in their natal chart. Now, at the beginning they will seem like a gift from God directly to you, so much so that you decide to make it official... And then, one or two years in, living together, each day it gets more toxic and draining and the dark sides just oozes out of your relationship. But now you are legally married, and divorcing will take time, bureaucracy, money and emotional energy, not to mention you'll have to uproot your entire life, explain it to your social circles and families... And what seemed like your dream come true was in fact a bitter lesson to learn).

To veer away from the dark twists of the last ones, let's dissect the correlations people make with the 7th house, like "oh, your spouse will be interested in art, and beauty, and music, and sophisticated things!" Why? Are you marrying a Libra? A Libra rising? Somebody with a Libra Venus? No? Then that has nothing to do with 7H Synastry. Houses are not signs, signs are not houses. Libra is one thing, the 7H is another. Venus rules Libra, which resides in the 7H, but Venus doesn't rule the 7H. It merely influences the 7H. It would be a better guess to say you might have met your person while they (or you) were already in a relationship than it is to say you met because of beauty-related things, or art, or music, since the 7H doesn't talk of any of those things, but it DOES talk of committed relationships.

(e.g. you might have met the person right after they (or you) got divorced. They might be connected to an ex of yours. Or another possibility that isn't talked about is how the person you eventually end up with is someone you have liked for a long time, but never got the chance to be with until now. Since this is the house of long-term relationships, having placements here could indicate that the person you ultimately stay with long-term is someone you already knew prior to getting together, but you needed to experience other relationships before you united with them.)

Another final aspect of placements in this house is the fact that it doesn't just deal with your love relationships, but also the way you consciously present yourself with others. How you behave socially. But also the mirror effect of this house, speaking directly about love. This is, after all, the house directly opposing the 1st house of self. In that regard, this is similar to 1H synastry, with the exception that in this one, instead of you coming out of your shell subconsciously, you make a conscious effort to become your best for your person here. You want to live up to all of your potential.

The 2nd House 💆‍♂️

This one is a bit tricky for me, because I'm not materialistic AT ALL. I have a Taurus Lilith in the 2nd house, so, I express it on the other end of the spectrum. When you have that placement, you either put too much value on money and material things, or you are completely unattached from it, and that's me. So the whole "money this, money that!" vibe is not my scene. I don't see a price in life, I see value. With that said, let's get this going.

Yes, this is the house of money and material things. Yes, it will deal with your personal finances. But no, unless other parts of your chart/Synastry agree with it, somebody's placements falling here should not have a lasting effect. It might merely indicate you overspending on dates and gifts. The 2H is the house of YOUR money, which means that the whole "oh, they're gonna shower you in gifts!", "And this is a sugar baby aspect!", "Your person will want to spend all their money on you and buy you expensive things!" is probably not gonna happen, sorry. If it does, it will be you spending your money.

(And if you do spend your money, the whole "gifts" thing is also not that common, because normal people don't just go around buying gifts for others every other day of the week, unless they have some sort of imbalance. Such a consumerist mindset! Not everything is about paying for things or buying things. That's a VERY American culture of dating, specially for women. This nasty idea that a man has to buy you or he's not good. Which is what encourages habits like thinking the man always has to be covering your finances (how old are you, 5? Get a job and pay for your own damn self! You are an adult woman), paying for your food, buying you a house, giving you gifts all the time and affording expensive dates. You are not a product. If your biggest incentive to be with a man is because of how much he pays for you, then that's the world's oldest profession, not a relationship of love. So this should play out more like them helping you manage your own finances. Don't go around thinking a 2H love placement is gonna turn you into Cinderella.)

If you do happen to be a stay-at-home person in your relationship, which is valid, as long as it's not all about money, 2H love placements and synastry will talk more about other material aspects of things. It will talk of stability, sustainability, longevity and security.

(e.g.: it could mean that you allocate your resources towards creating a safe, stable environment for your life together to flourish, such as buying things for your home together, revising your finances to make life goals and plans together more viable, setting budgets to achieve milestones together... as well as the literal physical aspects of valuables, so using your resources towards nourishment (food, shelter, clothing and health). Things that will ensure your relationship lasts and endures through hardships and tribulations. In the 2H of values, Synastry could indicate the relationship itself becoming your prized possession that you take care of. All the Earth houses are about caring for things, just in different ways.)

Another poorly explored aspect of the 2H is values in the moral, spiritual and emotional sense. It's WORTH. Both the causes you find worthy as well as your self-worth. A 2H love placement or Synastry can and will directly affect that. Even if you do happen to be dealing with financial/material things too, that can affect your self-worth directly.

(e.g.: say you are married to someone who is constantly in debt, or say your spouse is the breadwinner of the household and you depend on them financially. That can really take a toll on your self-worth. It can bring feelings of poor self-esteem, can you make you feel undervalued, inadequate, make you feel like a burden, or make you feel incapable of caring for yourself. It can strike your self-confidence and make you VALUE yourself less. Or the opposite. Your spouse may open you up to new possibilities of making money, which in turn gets you into a new passion project that you succeed in and that can make you feel like a worthy person, make you believe in yourself, make you feel important and valuable.)

I would argue that most often, it's the 8H Synastry that will really have your partner's materials affecting you, because the 2H is the house of your PERSONAL gains, while the 8H is the house of OTHERS' gains and possessions. Most often, the biggest impact I'd say 2H love placements have will be dealing with self-worth, self-confidence, shared values and morals, feelings of belonging and acceptance.

General Things ✨

What I see most often is that positive and negative outcomes tend to happen simultaneously. It's not all doom and gloom, but it's also not all sunshine and rainbows all the time. Sometimes it's great, sometimes it's not so great, and those ups and downs come and go. That's just life. Both are there to be worked with, worked for, or worked through. At the end of the day, astrology will not mandate your life events, and you have to always be learning from your life, and working on yourself and the things that matter to you. Astrology is just a guiding light to identify possible themes to be mindful of.

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That's it! Thank you if you've read it this far! I might have come off a bit harsh (I hope I haven't), but I promise I'm nice lol.

My whole goal is to try to discuss astrology in as realistically as possible, but while making it clear that any possible outcome is plausible. If most times all you hear are fantastic stereotypical descriptions of placements, such as 7H, the not so great ways in which it can play out will be explored here to help people navigate them. If all you hear are bad things about a house, then I'll try to show the positive ways in which it can come out.

The whole point is to try to bring a wide range of notions to these descriptions, together with the information that is already out there and available by many other creators.

At the end of the day, remember this is all POSSIBILITIES. Your personal life has to be analysed to know what's gonna ensue. And don't be discouraged, because the truth is that positive and negative effects tend to happen together for your best.

Hope you have a good day when you find this!

House Synastry Observations 1

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[missesnott]

Last Kiss | Theodore Nott x Fem. Hufflepuff Reader

•Summary: After one year of relationship, Theo breaks up with you, not telling you why. Sad, you walk up to the camp of daisies you both once walked by, and remember everything you and Theo went through.

•Song: Last Kiss, by Taylor Swift.

•Requested by: @sweetestdolan

You and Theo started to date one year ago. Your friends told you that it wasn't a good idea, since he was a slytherin, but you never judged him and he never judge you. One day, he simply comes up to your dorm, hands in his pockets, and murmurs:

"I want to break up." you look at him, not knowing if he was serious or not.

"What? Is this a joke?" you asked, trying to not think about the worst.

"No. Y/n, I'm really sorry. This is not about you, I just can't be with you." he answered sadly, looking at you.

The tears started to appear, but you wouldn't let them come out now.

"You're kidding, right? Did I do something wrong...? Tell me, I can fix it!"

"You did nothing wrong—" you interrupted him.

"Then why are you breaking up with me? Theo, I cannot do this without you!" you took a few steps near him.

"I'm sorry." and with this, he leaves your dorm and you fall onto your bed, allowing finally your tears to fall.

That's what happened that made you never look the same again. One month had passed since he broke up with you, and you still didn't got over, but he did. He already had his arm wrapped around a brand new girl.

When you noticed, you were walking around the camp of daisies, remembering everything that happened in here. This was your spot, until Theo found it. He started to come here often, since he knew you'd be here. Your first kiss was here, just like your last.

Taking slow steps, you ended up at the tree, your tree. You sat just underneath her, and let all of your memories with Theo appear slowly. A memorie of when you and him were on his dorm, in the middle of the night, having a conversation about a random topic. That was the first time he said he loved you. You even remembered the hour, 01:58AM.

Or like that one time he made you go to a party and invited you to dance with him, even though he knew you didn't dance.

"Come on, let's dance" he said smiling at you, grabbing your hand softly.

"You know I don't dance" you giggle.

"Come on!" he asked again and lead you to the center of the dance floor.

You rolled your eyes and he started to slowly dance with you. After a few seconds, you gave up and started to dance together with him, not caring about the others, which was a problem to you. You laughed and you danced a lot that night.

Or the thousands of memories when you were talking with him about how insecure you felt about yourself or any other type of things and he just kissed you as a way to shut you up. And there is not a day you don't miss those rude interruptions.

You took a deep breath, whipping all the tears that insisted on rolling down your cheeks. You needed to get over. You had to stop seeing his life in pictures, like you used to watch him peacefully sleeping when you had insomnias, or ask his friends how he's doing.

Right now, on this beautiful day, when the sun shines, you wish he had stayed. The truth is, you always thought he wouldn't change his mind.

You finally get up, after several minutes sat down on the grass full of daisies, and start to walk your way back to the castle. You made two promises to yourself: you would get over Theo, and you would never see this camp again. Somehow, it reminded you of him. And if you wanted to get over, you needed this.

Taking a deep breath, you enter the castle and start this new journey of getting over.

1st post!!!

[yesimwriting]

Promise

a/n yes im using the princess! reader who's about to be forced into a political marriage with anakin again,, and what about it the vibe is so fun to me, also i love jealous anakin

warnings: 18+!!! smut (he broke me down) written by someone whose only experience comes from fanfics, so pls be nice,, also written in 1st person bc that was the vibe when i started and i didn't realize this was going to get smutty (i'm sorry yall😭 it's still my best tense)

Summary: As a princess, your future is set in stone. You'll marry someone your father picks for you to aid your country. All of this you've accepted...until you befriend Anakin Skywalker, who was originally assigned to guard you during a time of political unrest on your home planet.

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He's still near the door, arms crossed and expression as stoic as it was when he first interrupted my meeting to escort me to an urgent consultation with my father.

I understand that publicly we need to remain as indifferent as physically possible and that any sort of friendliness we display needs to seem completely surface level. But we're not in public anymore and usually the transition from appropriate indifference to something much warmer is instant.

"...How urgent is urgent?"

The question is more for our sake than anything else. I want to hear his voice outside of the stiff way he interrupted the meeting with that last suitor. He had barely looked at me as he mumbled something about my father. I want it to feel light the way it usually does between us. I want him to make one of those jokes that always has me rolling my eyes or to smile or--or to do anything that makes him feel like Anakin.

The urge to study him begins to make it hard to just stand there so I turn towards my vanity. What I'm wearing isn't exactly inappropriate for a closed door meeting, but it's more formal than I'd like and a little itchy. If I have time to change into something more standard, I'll take it. "If I call Raina in here I can be in something a lot more comfortable in five minutes."

No response. I smooth my hair back with my palms, eyes subtly shifting towards his reflection in the mirror. Anakin's taken the slightest step forward. "Anakin?"

His head tilts downwards, eyes briefly meeting mine in the mirror before darting away. There's something about the way he's holding himself that would feel bashful it was less stiff. "There is no meeting."

"What?" My head instinctually snaps in his direction. Anakin's already watching me. "You--you made up an emergency?"

This is--Anakin interrupted a meeting with the first suitor that didn't make my skin crawl. I wouldn't have been thrilled to walk down the aisle with him, but I could have likely learned to be content with him. At least he believes that women can do more than just be brides and raise children. He'd allow me to participate in some community work to bond with his people and I'd be able to visit home.

But that's besides the point. He could have been the most repulsive candidate my father had found for me and it still wouldn't have justified what Anakin did. I don't walk out of meetings. Ever. If my father finds out about this...

"Do you have any idea what my father will do if he finds out?" I sit the edge of my vanity's seat with a tired sigh. There has to be some excuse. I could blame it on sickness or a misunderstand or--

"Then I'll take the blame." Anakin's words pull me out of my thoughts. His voice is still stiff and lacking its usual warmth in a way that only adds to my unease. Why is he acting like this? "I'll tell him that it was my fault and that I misunderstood your schedule debriefing."

My fingers dig into the soft fabric of my dress that's pooling over the seat. "Don't." My voice sounds so small, so vulnerable I have to hate myself for it. "He might take that the wrong way and--" I exhale slowly, forcing myself to cling to rationality. "And he might arrange your removal."

Anakin scoffs. What is his issue? "Like that'd bother you."

My throat tightens. After everything we've been through, after telling him things that I've never been able to tell anyone...How can he just dismiss all of it? And why is he being so mean? "What?"

"You've found your ideal suitor and now you can get married and be sent away and never--" Anakin cuts himself off, eyes tearing away so quickly like there's painful about looking at me. "You don't need me anymore."

Oh. That's what this is about. "Anakin." He's staring at some distant point on my wall. "That's not true. You know it isn't."

Everything about him remains stiff. "You were smiling." He briefly glances at me, eyebrows drawn together so sharply it tugs at something in my chest. "A real smile, not your practiced one." Anakin lets out a sigh that feels as pointed as a sarcastic laugh. "And you laughed."

"What?" I'm not miserable in one meeting and now he's acting like I hate him. "I--I might have been making the best of it because he's the first suitor who didn't spend the entire time listing off the requirements for his bride, but that isn't the same as liking him." And even if I liked him, would that be such a terrible thing? Would it really undermine our entire friendship if I found a way to be married and not miserable? "I'm going to have to marry one of them at some point, and I d--"

"Don't marry him." Anakin blurts the sentence out in one wavering breath. The letters run together so closely it feels more like a single word.

For a moment, all the shaky request does is sit between us. I've been on several outings and meetings with potential suitors and Anakin's never reacted like this. What was so wrong about this last one? "Don't marry him? What do--"

Anakin's eyes finally meet mine. The way he's looking at me stings, all glossy eyes and a pouty frown that's trying its best to be harsh. He seems more pained than angry and that's somehow worse.

Don't marry him. The words too strained and small to be about just the man from earlier. Don't marry him means don't marry any of them.

Oh.

I scratch the back of my wrist as Anakin's eyes drop to the ground. He knows that I have no interest in marrying for my father, but even if I did, why would that bother him?

With a sigh, I push myself to stand. Why it upsets him doesn't matter. So much is already weighing on him.

Anakin doesn't look up as I start walking towards him. "I--I can't promise that." My nails dig into the skin of my palm. "I wish I could." The words leave a bitter taste in my mouth. "But it doesn't matter." Anakin's rigid as I carefully extend my hand and bend my fingers against his forearm. "You're always going to be important to me."

He pulls his arm forward instinctually. My hold on him loosens, but before I can take my hand back, Anakin adjusts his to squeeze mine. He's holding on just tight enough for it to feel uncomfortable, but I don't mind it. It's grounding.

"Until you're married." He's staring at where our hands sit between us. There's something I should say, something comforting and easing. Nothing's coming to mind. The reality of the situation is set in stone. I'll have to marry eventually and that--that will change things. But it'll never change the way I feel about Anakin.

Anakin, who always listens when I need to purge all of the resentment about the rules that control my life. Anakin, who sits with me when I can't sleep. Anakin, who has the worst sense of humor that can always pull a smile from me even when it feels impossible.

He moves our hands, releasing my hand at my side. The brief loss of contact makes my ribs feel cracked. "No." It's instinctual. "It's--" I reach forward, hand reaching for his arm. "You're the only person I can tell anything to, the only one that never expects anything from me and just--just likes me for who I am."

The realization that Anakin might be the only true friend I've ever had hits me hard and fast. All of that and a part of me has always been selfish enough to imagine what it'd be like to live in a different world that could allow for more. Though, that's barely been a thought that I've allowed myself to have. Neither of us are in a position to get attached to anyone in that way, and even if we were, Anakin wouldn't see me that way. Besides, his friendship is no small thing, so it definitely takes the sting out of the impossible.

"Who wouldn't?" The comment comes out so soft, so absentminded I nearly melt on the spot.

A lifetime of being a daughter instead of a son has a reflexive a lot of people attempting to crawl up my throat. I swallow the bitterness like bile before I can make this about me and settle on a much lighter, "You'd be surprised."

Any lift in his expression falls again. "You don't see it."

I do try to think about it, but nothing that makes sense comes to mind. "See what?" Anakin pauses, lips pressing together. I'm expecting some kind of response. Instead, Anakin shakes his head once dismissively. "Tell me." His lack of response has me gently shoving his shoulder. "I thought we didn't keep secrets."

He lets out a small breath, we're so close I can feel the warmth of it against my skin. "It's nothing." When my only reaction is to glare, he reaches for my hand. "I don't want to talk about them anymore."

Strange. What does whatever he's talking about have to do with what we were talking about? Yes, the suitors want to court me but they want me the same way they want an ornament or my father's leniency in a business deal. Before I can remind him of this, his hand finds my shoulder.

If Anakin notices the way I freeze, he gives no indication of it, he just trails his thumb up and down the start of my collarbone. It's not the first time he's done this, but until now the gesture has been reserved for late nights when I can't sleep. I'm so used to it being soothing that it immediately gets rid of any fight in my system.

"You've had more meetings recently."

I nod, still too focused on the feeling of his hand on my shoulder. "It's a busy time...celebration season is always elaborate, and things are...tense."

He nods. If there's one thing he knows about, it's the precariousness that seems to be reaching everyone these days. But my time with Anakin is limited. He's been assigned to be my personal guard during the celebration season since the year a political protestor took my mother's life. The season always feels like it will be long, but time always slips away quicker than it should when it comes to Anakin.

I know I shouldn't do this. He doesn't need any type of encouragement after what happened at today's meeting, but something's clearly been weighing on him and I do miss him. The additional events, the public outings, the suitors...all to save face as the threat of war continues to become a more pressing issue. "My father had most of my afternoon blocked off in case that last suitor wanted extra time."

Anakin frowns, his thumb stopping its outlined path across my shoulder. He is so dramatic. "I shouldn't be telling you this because it might sound like I approve of you making up an emergency, but if you don't have anything to do, we can catch up."

He tilts his head, a hint of a smile turning up the corner of his lips. "Catch up? We're together all day."

I extend an arm, gently pushing him. First, he basically throws a fit because he convinced himself it was possible for me to like a suitor more than him, and now that I want to do something with him, he's trying to make fun of me. "I mean about before you came here. We've barely had time to talk since you've gotten back."

"Okay," his thumb brushes back down where my collarbone meets my shoulder, "We can talk." He squeezes my shoulder before retracting his hand. "The garden or the library?"

Our two most frequented spots. I grin. "The garden, the weather's nice today." He smiles, taking a step back. "Give me a minute to change. I turn away from him, walking towards my closet. "I've been ready to take off this dress since Raina put me in it this morning."

Raina spent longer than a minute trapping me in between scratchy fabric and a stiffly structured top. All of those ties and buttons that I still can't reach. Ugh. I wonder if calling Raina in will lead to more attention being drawn to the fact that I left early. Technically, the official meeting would likely be over by now but my father wanted it to go well. He kept things open in hopes of it lasting a little longer.

It's probably better not to ask. Drawing any attention to me and Anakin isn't the best idea in general. We're good friends, which is okay in front of some people but wrong in front of others. Raina is a little skeptical. It's nothing personal against Anakin, she just knows me too well, which means she reads into things.

I stretch my arm back as far as it'll go and manage to undo the bottom of the lacing and a few buttons. Anything that's more than halfway up my back is impossible to get to. I twist and turn and push and I can't reach.

"Everything alright?"

Anakin's voice carries through the short hall. I sigh, giving the fabric one last desperate tug. "Everything's fine I just..." I squeeze my eyes shut before pinching the bridge of my nose. "Can you come here?"

A brief wave of silence that leaves my face burning lingers until the sound of footsteps ends it. Anakin appears in my closet's doorway. "You're okay?"

"Yeah," I mumble, "Yes, I just--I can't get the buttons." As if to make my point, I try again in vain, trying again to reach the tiny clasps.

"You need help?" Anakin's voice comes out lower than usual.

Maybe he feels just as awkward about this. "If it'd be easier, you could just call in Raina."

"No," I can hear his weight shifting off the doorframe, "I can do it."

He takes a few steps forward. Before I know it, he's directly behind me. Anakin smooths a hand over my hair before gently moving it over my shoulder. The way heat begins to crawl up my neck makes me glad that my back is to him. His hand settles against my back.

I pull my arms forward, crossing them in front of my chest. He takes over, fingertips grazing against my back. The longer he works, the looser the dress begins to feel. I should be feeling cooler now that I'm getting closer to just being in my thin layering dress, but all of my earlier warmth and discomfort is now rising up my face.

"Raina put you in this this morning?"

I nod, "Raina woke me up earlier than usual today to make me up." The final button is pulled apart. I have to keep an arm at my chest to keep the dress from pooling at my feet. "I think this might have taken longer than my hair."

The comment is meant to be lighthearted. Instead of taking it that way, Anakin lets out a breath as his hand settles against my hip. "Won't things be easier when you don't have to worry about finding a husband?"

Now it's my turn to sigh. I make a point of pulling his hand off my side. I wander further into my closet. "You know I want nothing to do with this." My grip on the dress tightens, my sudden movement making it harder to keep the heavy dress on. "And if you honestly think I find any joy in being packaged in suffocating fabric and bodices so structured that they stab into my ribs every time I breathe, then you don't know me."

I turn around and let go of the dress, allowing the gown to pool at my feet. I step out of the puddle of fabric before reaching for one of my hangers, a casual day dress that I've barely looked at.

"I didn't mean it that way." His voice comes out low, almost reluctant. It's not enough to ease me, so I make a point of scoffing. Something warm pulls on my forearm. Before I know it, I'm facing with him. Oh. Anakin's closer than I thought he'd be. "I'm sorry." He exhales, voice tight, "Don't be mad, princess."

I keep my expression neutral. Though I'm in no mood to be reminded of my title, Anakin has a way of making it feel like a term of endearment. "If you're bothered by my situation, I understand that." He's staring me with such intensity I have to make the conscious choice to not look away. "I really understand that, but do not treat me like this is my choice. Not all of us are meant for more and can do whatever we want."

"Not whatever I want," he whispers, voice strained.

Now it's my turn to wish I had bitten my tongue. Anakin's told me enough of the stories for me to know that while sometimes the fact that he gets to leave and be an active source of good makes me wish my life was different, his isn't exactly easy.

His eyes hold mine for a beat before drifting downwards. For whatever reason, that makes me aware of the fact that this is likely the least dressed I've ever been in front of anyone. Sure, Anakin's seen me in pajamas and casual wear, but the silk dress under my gown is thin and low cut.

"And don't say that this is what you're meant for." He pulls my arm down with his hand, letting his fingers interlock with mine. "I've seen you in meetings and the way that you care about your people. You don't need to do this."

Again, it's like he's trying to convince me to change my mind. Like this is something that I want. I don't understand what he's trying to convince me to do. "Try telling that to my father."

I'm not sure what it is, but something about Anakin's expression looks a little flatter. Maybe even disappointed. I get it, this isn't exactly a fun topic, and we have no reason to dwell on it now. It's not like I'm getting engaged tonight. And I rarely get time to just be around Anakin, my future marriage has already taken enough from me, it doesn't need to take this too.

"Why are we still talking about this?" I pull my hand back, ready to grab my dress. "It's not like anything's happening now, let's just go to the garden like we--"

Anakin reaches forward before I can turn around, his hand finding my shoulder.

"I--" He cuts himself off, "There's been a rise in meetings with potential suitors, it's not as easy to ignore as it used to be."

I know exactly what he's talking about. All of my energy has been focused on not thinking about that. But that's because it's my inevitable future. How could this possibly matter this much to Anakin? "Ignore what?"

"Do you have any idea how difficult it is to know what they're feeling? What they're thinking about you?" Anakin's breath catches itself in his throat, his thumb slipping beneath the strap of my dress. "What they're thinking about doing to you?"

Heat rushes to my face. I try to swallow to clear the lump in my throat but my mouth has gone dry. "Anakin?"

"I've spent so long trying to let you go."

What? Is he--is he saying that he-- "What?"

He tilts his head downwards, "You don't need to do this. I--"

"Don't say it." My hand is quick to grab the one he has on my shoulder. Push him away, I should push him away. My hand won't move. The one person I've always known I won't ever be able to have.

"Why not?" He asks the question so innocently, like he couldn't ever fathom a reason for me to shut this down. After a moment, his eyebrows pull together, a small frown playing at his lips. "You don't want me?"

If this was any less serious, that would have made me laugh. That is, most definitely, not the issue. "That's not true."

He relaxes slightly, his thumb trailing down my shoulder. Before I can explain issues that we both are definitely aware of, he leans impossibly closer. His weight on mine is nearly enough to make me forget the concept of logic entirely.

"Anakin," it's meant to be a warning. The breathiness of my voice takes away all of its severity. "We can't." I'm arguing for more my sake than his. He already knows all of the reasons that we need to agree to remain just friends before things get any more complicated. "What I want doesn't matter. Nothing I've wanted has ever mattered." He hasn't moved away, but at least he isn't trying to get any closer. "And even if it did, it's not like we'd suddenly be able to be together."

Anakin's hand adjusts on my shoulder, his grip tightening. He has the audacity to look like he's not sure what I'm talking about. "The Jedi code?" He blinks, still giving no indication of understanding why everything about us is impossible. "I'm sure I don't need to remind you why that matters, chosen one."

He scoffs. "I don't care."

I place my free hand on his chest, willing myself to create some distance between us before my judgement finally lapses. "You can't--you can't say that." My eyes squeeze shut, "I know that it's unfair, but time will pass and you'll feel rational again, and it'll be easier."

"Don't do that." The harsh quality of his voice nearly makes me step back. "Don't treat this like it's a political compromise."

Something about me trying to keep things together the only way I know how is hurting him. I don't know how to get through this without taking the emotion out of it. Still, I don't want to make this harder on him. My hand moves up his chest and rests on his shoulder. "I didn't mean it like that."

He nods slowly, visibly relaxing at my touch, "You're only pushing me away because you're afraid."

"What?"

Anakin's thumb drags across my skin. "You're afraid that if you let yourself even admit that you might want something that your father hasn't decided for you, and that if you're selfish for even a second, your entire world will fall apart."

If it came from anyone else, I'd be offended, but coming from Anakin, it just makes the real reason why I can't just say it and give in hurt more. "That's not it." Anakin doesn't respond. He wants me to say more and I'm not sure that I can. "It's--" What I'm afraid of is that I let myself admit that I want Anakin out loud, I'll have to decide whether or not I want him more than everything I've been working towards my entire life and that I won't like my own answer.

"It's that," I start over, staring at my hand on his shoulder in case looking at him directly will make the confidence I've gathered to wither away. "That if I let myself think about it, about you--like that--for longer than a moment, I might want you more than any of this."

He pauses, likely thinking through his words. Maybe he'll try to promise me that he wouldn't make me choose while not understanding that being with him at all makes that decision for me. Or maybe the amount of care I'm implying will scare him into second guessing this.

His hand slowly moves off of my shoulder. If my deep, dark secret has finally gotten him to understand why we're better off as we are, then maybe it's worth how hard it was to get out.

His fingers settle against my jaw. Slowly, he gets my head to turn. I look at him, expecting some kind of rejection to be written across his face. Instead, all I see in his eyes is a pool of emotion ready for me to drown in. "Would that have to be a bad thing?"

This time, the softness of his question doesn't feel like an attempt to dismiss our reality. It's so genuine it turns into a physical ache between us.

I'm reminded that despite all of his talent, confidence, and sense of humor that I've tried so hard to enjoy less, he's still a boy who's experienced so much heartbreak. The council constantly dismissing him and refusing to grant him the title he deserves, the loss of his mother, all of the expectations on his shoulders...

Would it be such a bad thing to want him more than anything else? To love him more that much?

I tilt my head back, just enough to press my lips against his. Anakin's quick to reciprocate, turning the barely there press of lips into something else with no warning. He shifts his weight so that he's fully against me. My back hits the wall of my closet before I realize what's happening.

It's heavy, my bottom lip being pulled between his teeth. The hand that's not still cupping my jaw settles on my hip, the silk of my slip dress crumpling between his fingers. I pull my head back, Anakin attempts to follow, teeth tugging on my lip one last time before letting us separate.

He doesn't let me get far, resting his forehead against mine as we both struggle to catch our breaths. "I'm sorry, I should have--"

"Don't be sorry," I manage between slow pants, "Not for that."

Anakin smiles, and for once, I don't mind feeding his ego. "I can feel how much you need me." The urge to squirm away and hide any potential embarrassment is strong, but I have no way to act on the impulse. I'm pinned between Anakin and the wall of my closet. He slowly pulls my dress, exposing another inch of skin. "Do you think any of your suitors could make you feel like this?"

I shake my head, "No." That's an easy thing to get out, "Only you."

Another tug that has more fabric pooling around my waist. "Promise you won't marry him." His head dips forward, his lips brushing against the end of my jaw. "Any of them."

My eyes instinctually shut. I need to hold it together. "You--you know I can't just--" He places an open mouthed kiss against my neck. "Anakin."

"Promise." An order.

I exhale, struggling to focus. "It's not--" Another kiss. "It's not f--air." My voice cracks on the last syllable as Anakin moves further down my neck. "You know I'd never break a promise I made to you."

"What's not fair is having to watch you meet with men who look at you and to know that this..." He pulls the strap of my dress off of my shoulder, exposing more skin that he immediately presses his lips against. "Is what they want to do to you."

What? I had never thought that my suitors fantasized about anything, everything about those meetings always feel so cold and political. I'd question it if I could bring myself to care about the revelation with Anakin's teeth pressing into the pulse point of my neck. "To have to watch them look at what's mine."

"Anakin..."

One last shift of fabric and the hem of my dress is now over my hips. His hand leaves my jaw and skims the waist of my underwear. "Promise."

His fingers finally reach where I need him most. My eyes instinctually shut at the sensation, a wave of pleasure I've never felt before nearly making me jump. Noticing my tension, he presses a gentle kiss against my cheek.

I have to give him something, and maybe that'll be enough to at least put this conversation off until I'm in a position to negotiate. "I'm yours." My ability to form sentences is quickly fading as his finger presses into me. "Can't that be enough?" A small part of myself hates how easily I'm cracking. "For now?"

Anakin does the meanest thing imaginable, he stops. "Promise me."

A pathetically desperate whine escapes me. He can't be serious. He won't walk away now just because I can't immediately promise to never marry anyone.

He straightens enough to pull away from the crook of my neck. "Anakin." I meet his gaze, and behind the harshness of his eyes, I see that he means it. "You know I--I can't--"

"We can work it out." That genuine side of him returns, softness bleeding back into his expression. "All that matters is that you want to."

"Of course I want to."

He leans forward again, forehead pressing against mine, "Then promise me..." Anakin's eyes briefly shut, "Promise me you won't marry anyone else."

I let myself take him in, how it feels to let him consume me entirely. It's too late for me, anyway. I wouldn't be able to will myself to walk down the aisle the same way I couldn't force myself to push him away. "I promise."

His lips are on mine in an instant. When I don't part my lips fast enough, he hooks two fingers between the waistband of my underwear and tugs them down my legs in one, swift motion. I gasp, giving him all the access he needs to drag his tongue against mine.

He moves back, beginning to press his lips against my jaw. "Anakin."

"Say it again." His fingers find the spot that makes me see stars. "Promise me that you're mine."

A whiny breath slips past my lips, "I promise." His teeth drag against my throat and my nails instinctually dig into his shoulder, "Only you."

A rough sound escapes from the back of Anakin's throat. He removes a hand from my hip to adjust his own robes. I'm too distracted to realize what he's doing until it's obvious. "Again."

I reach my hand forward until my fingers are wrapping around his length. "Only you, Anakin." He groans. "I--I won't marry anyone else." Anakin places his hand over mine, guiding my hand up and down his length. "I'm yours."

He buries his face in the crook of my neck, "Maker, you're--" The rest of the sentence is murmured into my skin at a pitch that I can't make out.

His fingers press into me even harder. "Anakin," my whininess would be embarrassing if I wasn't so distracted by the coiling feeling in my stomach, "I--I--"

"Tell me," he lifts his head enough to speak the words into my ears, "Tell me that you want me."

My eyes screw shut, "I--It's more than want." It feels like a confession. "I need you."

Another strangled breath escapes him. Anakin pulls away enough to line himself against my entrance. He presses in slowly, the feeling in my stomach reaches a height I didn't think possible. "Anakin."

"You're so," he's getting the words out through gritted teeth, "Tight." Anakin pushes in even more. A gasp escapes me. "Say it again." I'm too lost in what I'm feeling to form the words. He pulls back before pushing his entire length in with no warning. Anakin shows no reaction to the pitchy whine he forced out of me. "Again."

"It's--it's only--you," I pant. "I won't marry any-one else--just--just please, Anakin."

His thumb presses against where my nerves are at their most on edge. I can't breathe or focus on anything. "Please what?"

"I need you."

He rubs tight circles against me and picks up the pace. My head falls against his shoulder, eyes squeezing tight. "Look at me." I--I can't keep my head up. Anakin's hand tugs at my hair, forcing me off of his shoulder. "Look at me."

I force my eyes open. "Anakin."

"Feel good, hm?" All I can do is nod. "Can't even talk anymore?" His lips find their way against my jaw. "What would all your suitors say if they could see how easy it was for me to get you like this?" His lips find a spot on my neck that leaves me dizzy. "First breaking all the rules and now you can't even talk." It's hard to focus on anything that isn't how he feels. "Who has you like this?"

I take a shaky breath, "You, Anakin." My voice is shaky, "Only you."

His lips press against mine. Hard. I give in entirely and it's all teeth and wanting a closer that doesn't exist. He pulls away just as quickly, "I've got you, princess," he exhales, "come for me."

My body knows what to do more than I do. I cling onto him. Anakin's thrusts become less even without losing speed. He continues until an all consuming pleasure has my body practically shaking. My orgasm hits so fast and hard I can barely hold myself upright.

"Oh, you're squee--" Anakin cuts himself off, pulling out before he can finish inside me. "Maker, you're perfect."

After it ends, I expect to be filled with some kind of regret or remorse. Instead, all I feel is a sense of peace as I recover with my forehead pressed into Anakin's chest. He keeps his arm around me loosely. "It's just you and me, princess."

I nod against him weakly, desperate to accept what he's saying. "Just you and me."

He smooths circles against my back. "We'll figure it out together."

It's not an easy thing to believe, but trusting Anakin is natural. I finally lift my head to look at him, "We have time." I don't know how much time, but it's definitely not happening today, and if I can push this until our political crisis becomes the ultimate concern, my father won't bring it up until this is resolved. Maybe if I prove myself as a leader, he'll see that I can be more. "I'm tired."

He smiles lazily, "You're saying I tired you out?" I roll my eyes. "Come on, we have some time before you have to meet with your advisors." Anakin squeezes my shoulder, thumb soothingly tracing a pattern against my collarbone. "Stay with me?"

I have to bite my tongue to keep a much too emotional always from coming out, so I just nod. He takes my hand and leads me into my bedroom. Anakin helps me into bed before laying next to me.

Drowsiness pulls at my eyelids. I fight against the exhaustion as best as I can, but Anakin's gentle touches and whispered terms of endearment aren't making it easier.

"You can sleep," he finally whispers, "I'll make sure you're awake with enough time to get ready for your next meeting."

It's tempting, but after all of this, all I want is to be near him and to--to talk to him and absorb his presence before I can't. "But--"

"I'm not going anywhere," he says, reading my hesitance easily, "We have time."

My eyes are already closed, "Promise?"

Anakin's head dips forward as he presses a chaste kiss against my temple. "I promise."

[eschergirls]

March 2025 Caption Contest Winners!

It's been 2 weeks it's time to announce the winners of the March caption contest!

The captions were all really good this month (as usual) so since we had so many, I'll pick 3 honorable mentions and 3 winners (1st, 2nd, and 3rd place ranked).

Each winner will get to choose a prize if they wish (but you don't have to, you can just participate for fun too.) The prizes are extra Steam codes that I've acquired. If you won and want a prize, please contact me. 

The honourable mentions can get a prize if any of the winners decline (I will contact you if that happens, the prize order for honourable mentions will be selected randomly so the order you're listed here doesn't mean that's the order I will contact you in).

So here are the entries, organized by the platform they were submitted on:

Fedi/Mastodon:

Adriano: "Look, I like you, I know we both lost our legs in a mysterious jungle-related incident far away from our woods, we have a lot in common, but you still really really need a bath!" Maeve Moon: "Listen Snow, I know you like playing outdoors, but this would be way easier if we went back to my place!"

Disqus:

Imry:  Whenever you say "lol those two are inseparable" I imagine them melting together into a single entity despite their most desparate protests. Y'know, like this:

Tumblr:

betsybugaboo: Snow White and her girlfriend discovering tribadism boreal-sea: “I told you Velcro underwear was a stupid idea!” elkian: "Stop pushing!" "Shut up, if only one of us makes it out of the body-melting trap it's gonna be me!" encephalopoda: "I already said no smooching before you brush, Snow!" fyrenwater: Stories would get the details wrong, but Snow White was actually killed by the assassin Poison Apple, infamous for her throat chops. harukami: This year's batch of dryads were planted a little too close to each other. lythar-wolfe: Whatever they're doing is irrelevant, her hand is backwards on Snow White's throat. pinlc-candy: "Now is NOT the time to do palm reading, Snow! We need to get to a hospital stat, before it's too late for them to surgically reattach our lower legs!" rubybelladonna: argument breaks out in the middle of scissoring spider-honey: They're gonna need more than True Love's Kiss to fix this one. thecomicsrack: #this looks like a botched game of pattycake whatyadrawin: "Stop moving Snow! This will Re-align your spine the right way,  I saw it on a mirrorbook post" woodsworth: Grimm Physique Tales

The honorable mentions go to: encephalopoda, pinlc-candy and rubybelladonna

The runner-ups are: 

In third place: @fyrenwater: Stories would get the details wrong, but Snow White was actually killed by the assassin Poison Apple, infamous for her throat chops.

In second place: @harukami: This year's batch of dryads were planted a little too close to each other.

And the winner is... @boreal-sea: “I told you Velcro underwear was a stupid idea!”

Congratulations to all the winners and a big thank you to everybody who participated! I love reading all your creative and funny captions. xD

Stay tuned in April for another caption contest!

If you won and would like a Steam code as a prize, please message me with which prize you would like.  If you came in 2nd, message me with 2 choices in order of preference...  I'll give you your top choice that hadn't been taken by the other winners. (To clarify, every winner only gets 1 prize, but winners other than the one in first place should give me their list of games in order of preference so if one is taken, I'll give you the next on the list.  It makes it easier for me to hand out the prizes.)

If the winner or the runner ups don't claim a prize, then I will pick from the honorable mentions randomly to claim a prize if they want one.

The Steam codes I have available as prizes are for: Aragami, Beyond The Edge of Owlsgard, GoNNER, Hotel Giant 2, Peachleaf Pirates, Riot: Civil Unrest, Shadow Tactics: Blades of the Shogun, Such Art: Genius Artist Simulator, Survivalist, and Verne: The Shape of Fantasy.

[rayyanishere1]

A Day in the Life of a Loser: Loser Ford AU

Chapter 9: Gnomes

1st August 1980

Five years in Gravity Falls and there's still so much more for me to discover. This is the best decision I've made in my entire life!

I've managed to fill two whole journals and I'm already starting a third. How many will I write while I'm here? Five, six? Ten, maybe? Only one way to fin

∆∆∆

"Stanford! What the HELL is in our living room?!"

Ford was startled at the sudden yell. It was rare for Stan to use Ford's full name, and it usually meant something was wrong.

He rushed out of his room to see a horrified Stan standing on top of the couch with a broom in hand.

"That! What is that?!"

On the coffee table were a few gnomes. What were they doing out in the open?

"Ah, the gnomes! Is this your first time seeing them?"

"Yes, it's my first time seeing an actual gnome, Ford!"

As calm as ever, Ford approached them and sank down to their level.

"What are you lot doing here?"

"Oh, nothing, just needed to get an offering for our Queen."

"Ah, I see. Wait, wha—"

In a flash, at least 15 more gnomes popped up from behind the couch and tackled Stan to the ground.

Lots of screaming and struggling later, Ford is chasing a swarm of gnomes as they carried his tied up brother back to their Queen.

"FORD! FOOORRRDDDD!!!"

"Shouting won't make me any faster!"

It made him slower, actually. The second he took his focus off his path, he tripped on a stray rock and sent himself on the express train into the dirt.

Once he composed himself and got up... Stan was gone. God, those gnomes were unfairly fast.

His franticness was interrupted by an ear shattering, bird scattering cry.

"STANFORD FILBRICK PINES!!!"

Alright, so Stan was up North! Good to know!

Ford ran as fast as he could in the direction of Stan's voice and finally found him. There he was, leaves and branches stuck in his hair from being dragged through the woods.

"Give me back my brother!"

"No can do, Sir. You see, we already told our Queen that we had someone on the way, and I don't know if you know this, but she doesn't like broken promises!"

Stan rolled his eyes, having been very done with this situation before it even started.

Being lost on what to do, Ford had one dangerous idea.

"What.. What if you took me instead?"

Bold move, Ford!

"Ehhh, I don't know if our Queen would want..."

He looked Ford up and down.

"..You."

"By that, he means you're ugly."

"Gee, thanks for saying the quiet part out loud."

A snicker was heard from behind them.

"Stanley, don't laugh at me!"

"I'm sorry Sixer—it's just—"

He couldn't even finish his sentence. There goes Ford's bold and selfless act.

The gnomes joined in the laughter and ridicule.

That gave Ford an idea.

Carefully, Ford released Stan from the tightly formed knots on his wrists and ankles and ushered them both out.

At a much safer distance, Stan spoke up.

"Can I ask you one thing?"

"Yes, Stanley?"

"Can we sue the gnomes?"

"..What?"

"Can we sue the gnomes."

"Well—Maybe? I've observed that they have a vague legal system, but I doubt that they'd have anything of monetary value to us. Or entertain the lawsuit in the first place."

"I don't care what they give us. I just want them dirt poor."

"I'll look into it..."

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Hey lovely I haven’t seen anything new from the blog pop up in awhile.

Have you hit a road block or just enjoying life? I’m asking from a genuine perspective (I don’t want to rush you into anything).

I’m going to be honest I’ve been enjoying life and everything that it has given me since January 1st good or bad. It comes in waves. I hope life has been treating you okay. I cannot wait to see what you’ve been working on.

Hi! Thanks for checking in hun! 😘 I appreciate it and nope, I know you're not rushing at all!

I've been doing my usual 1 fic a week lately. Although you are right, I haven't posted anything new in over 10 days which is the longest gap I've had since starting here. We'll get back to our usual Sunday fics again this weekend!

Part of why I don't post as much as I once did is life (work, having more of a balance with my other interests, etc.). I used to spend A LOT of my free time working on fic writing. Nowadays I still do that but I don't prioritize it over other things for the second reason...

The other part of it, and this is the brutally honest, not Michelle saying, "Everything's great over here!", answer is I really don't get excited to post anymore. When I say I'm excited to share something new, I'm talking to the small handful of people I know will actually read. I'm not even asking for feedback or interaction at this point. I'll take a like and be happy. Something that lets me know what people like to see.

I've had to separate writing from posting and that's hard to do because what happens is I'll have a really great idea, something I'm excited to work on, write maybe a few sentences and then think, why am I going to spend 7 hours of my free time writing this when no one will even want this story?

I am under the belief that you 100% do not have to read things you don't like and I don't expecting my followers to like everything I write. But I can't even get feedback on Dean x reader stuff anymore. A stupid meme post I spent 12 seconds writing about The Boys and SPN got more notes in a day than anything I've posted in months which was a tad disheartening.

When that happens, I lose all motivation and stop writing the better story in favor for something short because if people don't like it, hey at least that's only an hour I wasted versus that 7. That's the cycle I'm in right now and it sucks. I'm working on something right now that I know can be so good but I have to tell myself to write it as if I'll never post it because otherwise I'll start thinking about how shitty a reception it'll have and I'll never finish it.

Part of this is entirely on me. I know I put out stuff that's not up to par for the last six months. I know it shows in my work. I know I've tried some different ideas and pairings people don't like as much. I know I can do better but it's hard to put that effort into what I share when I know it's not welcomed.

This isn't a brag but I have a decent number of followers. Nearly 25K. I'm lucky to get 300 notes on something these days. That's 0.01% of followers. That tells me I'm doing something incredibly wrong and I don't know what that is. So I stick with the only things I can seem to find people want. Drabbles or imagines.

It's a cycle I've been trying to break out of because y'all have no idea how much I miss doing a proper series but it's why I don't post as much as I used to. Who knows, maybe someday I'll just start a new blog and not tell anybody to see if it'll be fun to post again.

This is not meant to make people feel bad (and I know ten of you at most will actually read this). It's just how tumblr is I guess and is my issue to deal with to make posting enjoyable again.

[blackstarchanx3new]

FSR rambles ANOTHER ONE (It's the 22nd one)

Dark's mind reading is just, so damn fun.

Like Green is gambling SO MUCH putting his trust into Dark but it pays off because Dark can TELL Green is truly putting faith in him to give him the benefit of the doubt.

And that means A LOT to him.

The fact Green doesn't want to hurt him MEANS A LOT TO HIM.

Dark knows this man ain't stupid.

I like him giving Green a goodbye hug and a kiss on the cheek hah.

It's so sweet in a way.

And his parting words being words of affirmation for Green.

He can be a very sweet person when given kindness.

I just like them a lot.

Green was a pretty good influence on Dark. XDD

Dark Link's dramatic ass flying away is so funny to me and probably just me.

Like Dark doesn't typically fly or flex his wings much but they DO exist. XDDD

He can kinda just hover like Shadow but I don't think that's been shown even ONCE XDDDD

Dark isn't really the type to flex his magic in general though.

The Headspace IS HIS BODY which uhhh is a horror.

Time to mention: It changing from a desolate blue to that bright pink woodsy area afterward is kinda a reflection of Dark and the person he's talking to's mental space.

It'll change again later when he talks to Blue too.

Now that Dark Ran off we get an insight back into Green. Even though he technically WON this interaction? If you could word it that way, he got kinda what he wanted...He's still kinda overloaded with bullshit, poor guy.

Whatcha looking at Green-

...UH HI LINK????

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???

And in Dark's outfit did ya swap? 👀

Link's just mumbling to himself about wtf just happened...which uhhh, Link. You just take the hobby of stalking yourself???

he doesn't seem to be aware of Green at all until Green makes himself known.

Not before his face bugs out. XD

Ngl. this is one of my favorite interactions its SO stupid.

The dialogue is up there in scenes that make me laugh just to read.

Like, Link my guy, did you ACTUALLY think for a SECOND that shit would work???

Link's eyes bugging out completely as he runs in terror from Green has to be up there in stupid shit. It's so ridiculous and amazing just tickles my brain lmfao. It's so dumb. XDDD

Link cycles through all 4's personalities for a second X'DD

1st panel: Vio

2nd Panel: Green

4th and 5th: Blue

6th being Red obviously

Green is so fed up with him after being kicked in the damn stomach. XDDD

Sooooo, we didn't learn a LOT from Link's appearance outside of the fact he's still lingering around within the headspace. Which is ODD because Dark hasn't brought him up or seemingly hasn't run into him...Despite Link STALKING him it seems.

Weeiiiird.

Link's adoption of the black tunic is odd to say the least. His mental state is still fractured and torn considering it's appearance.

And it dawns on me I don't think Green goes on to NEVER disclosed to anyone Link's still running around. X'DDDD (Re-reading FSR together like this is fun isn't it?)

A LOT of shit happens to where he didn't really have time to squeeze it in but it is funny this scene is still pretty up in the air on it's importance for now.

Also since this is rambles I don't have to keep secrets on who the weirdo next to Link is in the last panel.

That's FSRA Link. Which just leaves all sorts of weird implications I'll let you sit with, considering that man is from 100+ years in the future...

;)

True to his word, Shadow is able to tell Dark was active. Oh no.

LOL also not Zelda calling Green by the wrong name. X'D Poor girl isn't used to being around the four dudes her bestie splits into. (She literally had NO idea they were split until AFTER the final battle lmfao and then they walked back to the sanctuary and boom.)

So yeah Shadow tries to wrestle Dark back because dude's a dangerous little ball of evil. XD

He SAW what he did to Vio first hand and didn't wanna have that happen to Green.

I'll never not find it funny Dark can summon his sword in that form, but literally can't even use it. X'DDDD

He also yanked Green's arm away from the sword so he didn't get hit because Dark's very attached to Green at this point.

Shadow's got beef with the little guy and Zelda making a force field, and Shadow proceeding to SMACK into it always gets a laugh it's so dumb.

Art wise it's kinda funny just how LONG Dark's tentacles are in this scene considering I shortened them later. XD

Also...Considering recent updates Dark responding violently when in danger is...Well something. XDDD

Poor Green and his savior complex-

"I can help him-" - Green about the horrific monster that tormented everyone.

Shadow even points this out but Shadow's also projecting HARD onto Dark X'DDD

"I'm an evil horrible liar so this bitch must be too" - Shadow.

Shadow personally just wants everything to be perfect and peachy and that can't happen with Dark so he wants the easy way out so to speak.

Shadow sweetie, it's not your curse. XD

(Funny we're bringing that up...Shadow Link hasn't been in the headspace at ALL...Interesting huh?)

OOOMF.

That shit must have HURT to hear out of Green considering him and Shadow were doing MOSTLY well before that.

Green's been bottling his negative feelings towards Shadow for a LONG time now and JUST seeing what Shadow did while with Vio it was inevitable dude would snap.

Green immediately regrets what he said though.

Dark cuddling Green is always cute.

Shadow got called out and now feels like shit.

Not Zelda sitting here like "Genuinely wtf are yall talking about rn???"

He can't even argue with Green considering it was pretty true. X"D Even if it was a low blow.

Zelda blowing a hole through the castle has lead to...ISSUES.

Shadow's acting a bit ominously.

Mmm fast travel.

And bitter unresolved feelings. Our favorite.

Hiiiii it's been months since I touched this lmao.

Back into the game:

Green has a lot of hesitance too, he just chooses to stuff that down in turn for a more peaceful option.

he's aware dark has caused hurt and is INSANE but wants to give him a chance.

I think in a lot of ways he regrets that Shadow never had help because they just met "Too late" in a lot of ways.

Shadow had already committed many horrible deeds before anyone had a glimpse of being able to help him.

While Dark is still very new and able to be saved from a life of regret or villainy, cause Green recognized that spark of good in him that could blossom into a good person if they give it a try.

meanwhile, Shadow's being self loathing.

...To be fair a lot of what Dark Link says DOESN'T make sense due to it being...from an outsider's perspective utter nonsense (He knows Zelda lore lmfao.) but his claims Shadow just IS ganon are clearly getting to shadow cause he's got self doubt.

Meanwhile Green tries to remind him of his progress, and thinks Shadow and Dark could have something to bond over.

Aaaand there is it boy doesn't wanna be reminded of how much he's fucked up. It's hard when there's a mirror pointed at you.

Green's still feeling bad about what he said.

And since people missed it, and I was being cheeky:

Green and Shadow did share a lil smooch.

Dark isn't happy about it. XD

To be fair, I'd be pretty pissed off if my only goal was to get a lil smooch smooch and people were handing em to lord ganon evil lord of the buttholes too.

Bask in his beauty Shadow, he sure is pretty. UwU

Shadow letting Green down not so gently that he's an idiot will always be funny.

he was backed into a corner guys, be nice to him.

Shadow's of course more concerned about Vio rn.

I'd be worried about his reaction too...As we see later it's not a happy welcome to Dark Link XDDD

Dark Link isn't having being shoved back into Shadow's hat.

Shadow in a moment of...idk what you'd call it, clarity I suppose decides to let him stay with Green.

it's up to the reader to assume WHY he did that.

Realizing he makes Dark Link feel unsafe, just not wanting to argue. Overall there's hesitation on his end.

So he ends up in Green's hat. XD

Green asking a reasonable question about how he's gonna go get Blue...considering his physical form is WITH Green and Shadow.

And Dark responds verbally. So far I think he's only growled in that form. XD

So uhhh, Shadow's pissed off Dark refused to speak last night. XDDD

So if you're curious: My vision for Dark in this form is that speaking is VERY difficult for him to do so he just...doesn't.

This is his dormant form, so his "Functionality" is mostly...nonexistant.

This is a form that doesn't take a lot of effort to maintain or upkeep so his actual abilities aren't very wide.

Like he CAN talk. But simple phrases and words are easiest for him to do. Which is why he repeats "Yeah yeah" twice.

Shadow also fails to realize even THIS form was a step up from the fact Dark was a simple sphere with an eye before. XD

He grew a mouth to chew on Green...So he might have had the intention to speak last night and just...didn't.

But if he wanted to speak, he could just form back to his "Link" form or drag someone to the headspace.

Overall: Shadow ya dummy he probably just didn't have anything to say XD

Green coming to Dark's defense screaming "STOP IT SHADOW YOU'RE SCARING HIM!" is so funny because I without fail imagine the "HE'S AFRAID OF SANTA CLAUS!!!" "STOP IT PATRICK YOU'RE SCARING HIM!!!" spongebob bit.

Shadow letting the whole "Dad" debacle slip and Green's fucking face to that just sends me.

He looks so...judgmental. X'D

"This is how you'd treat your son?"

Dark Link giving Green the title of his "Dad" Whatever he thinks that means...because Shadow is a bad one is just, funny as hell to me.

Dark so obviously doesn't understand blood family ties (...His entire life revolves around 4 dudes who are one guy, and that guy's shadow all being in a weird as fuck relationship so uh...who blames him for not understanding family)

Affectively, Green is just someone Dark considers his family so...he's his "dad". XD

The title switch from Shadow TO Green is due to the fact he just feels more comfortable and safe WITH Green.

...Shadow uses THIS as an example of Dark being "Unreasonable" which is something else alright. XDDD

Green taking the piss out of the whole "dad" thing is pretty damn silly...Green you ARE the daddy now. X'D

I don't think Green would have tried this shit if Dark was in his Link form. XDDD

I know in the draft comic folders I got a comic where Green treats Dark differently based on his form and how Dark doesn't understand that. (him being uncomfortable with the finger chewing in his Link disguise vs his dormant form for example) and how he thinks Green's a hypocrite.

Last panel: Shadow DEFINENTLY not trying to keep everyone thinking Dark's just insane and not saying anything important.

I'll cut it off here since getting into the Darkblue segment (As I like to call it) is gonna be interesting I think XDD

[otherone12]

Oh, Baby... You're Mine (part 3)

Vampire!Gerard Way x Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Hey!! Finally the 3rd part of "Oh, Baby... You're Mine" yayyy. I thought I might take more time to write, but I interrupted the other fic I was writing because I was extremely excited to do this one lol. Anyway, I hope you're all well <3

(If u have some suggestion, idea, or request, just drop it! What if i post fics with Teacher x Student dynamic? Also, do you want me to post headcanons?)

if u didn't read, here's the part1 & part2,

Summary: You finally started to succumb, and truly fall in love with him. Could this be the beginning of a beautiful romance?

- Word Count: 1.510

- Warnings: She/her pronouns. Kidnap, stockholm syndrome! AFAB SMUT! (probably a bit cringe, sorry)

> DEAD DOVE!!!! < IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS KIND OF CONTENT, DON'T READ!!!! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME.

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: Sorry for the smut, i'm not used to write this, i'm still learning already. (:

- Ps3: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

I can't explain in words how it feels. I'm again in his arms, but this time seems just right… he's cozy, and the sensation of our skin together while I rest my head on his chest made me forget the urge to go away from this man who kidnaped me. 

I think Gerard became more confident in me, ‘cause he untied me, even though that only passed some days after he decided to turn me into a vampire. Of course I can't go out of the old room, but still. 

His arms softly around me, caressing my shoulder. The atmosphere that was once heavy now seemed calm and loving… And I'm getting used to my fangs ether.

My head laid on his shirtless chest, not able to sleep, just cuddling to the sound of a muffled record playing on the old record player at the back of the room. My hand rested on his torso, Gerard was smiling with certain pride and a genuine love.

Our synchronized breath was interrupted by the sound of his sweet voice. 

-Baby… I'll need to leave for a while - I'm not gonna lie, I felt a bit sad about it… I was comfortable with him. I let out a disappointed hum. - I know, sugar… I'm gonna miss you too.

I didn't say anything, just got up on him, giving him space to move out of the bed. I looked at him from top to bottom and damn, he's hot. 

-I'll be back soon… - He said, dressing up and walking to the door. In a warning tone, he said - Be good, darling. 

I heard the door being locked and I felt empty, laying down again looking at the beautiful chandelier that was hanging from the ceiling. Hours after Gerard leaves, I started to get worried… worried about a fucking vampire, who fucked up my life. 

*** time skip ***

I got excited when I heard the noise of the key unlocking the door and got up wearing only underwear - cause that was the only thing I had there to wear. 

-Looks like someone missed me hm - he said with a smirk when he opened the door and saw me waiting for him on the side of the bed. - Come here, baby!

He made a sign with his hand, indicating for me to come closer. Slowly, I walked through the room in my bare feet, making a little noise because of the wooden floor.  I stopped in front of him, making eye contact with his beautiful hazel eyes.

-I bought something for you, darling… 

He was holding a bag, which he opened and took a package from the inside. Gerard gave that to me, still smiling while I opened. Behind all the wrapping, that I let fall to the floor, there was a dress. A black dress with a cut that flattered all the positive aspects of my body

I exchanged glances with Gerard quickly, looking down at the dress in my hands and back at him again. 

-Thank you! - I exclaimed, smiling ear to ear for him  - I- I love it! 

-I'm glad you liked it, princess - That was the first time I saw him blushing… how cute. - There's another thing in the bag…

I took a close look at the bag and saw a little box on the bottom of it. Opening the box, which was wrapped in a red bow, I could see a thin ring, with a small red diamond on the top.

-That’s beautiful! - I instantly put the ring on my finger, bringing another smile to Gerards face. - But why did you buy me this?

-’Cause a gorgeous girl needs pretty clothes. And you're mine… - He held my hand and kissed the ring softly. I felt like we were Gomez and Morticia. - So you need a reminder of that, darling

He put a hand on my waist, and the other let go from mine and got up on my cheek, pulling me close for a kiss that I didn't deny. A slow kiss, which broke when he noticed I was kissing him back. 

-Better late than never, darling 

My face turned light red, ‘cause of the mocking tone he was using and the eye contact he was keeping. 

-You look so pretty when you get shy like this. - Smiling and keeping looking at me, he rolled his thumb on my cheek - You look so pretty always, princess 

I melted by his voice, and when his hazel eyes glow, I couldn’t help but return the compliment 

-So do you… 

-Aw… We're complimenting now, hun? 

Leaving no time for me to answer, he kissed me again, roughly, but I could feel how much passion he was putting there. His kiss was getting down my neck, and my body was getting even closer to him, making me wrap my arms around his neck.

-I swear…- he hummed on my neck, and I felt my skin tumbled under his voice  -  I could bite this beautiful neck again. 

My fingers runned his black hair, and I let out an involuntary moan. 

-Really? Already in that state, darling?

He backed his attention to my mouth, catching my lips and intertwining our tongues. He held my hips tight and led me to the bed, without breaking the kiss. 

His hands touched all my torso pressing all the right spots. When the kiss slowly ended, he looked at my eyes again, smiling with the pretty fangs.

- I… I think… - Swallowing my pride, in a dizzy voice and being a hundred percent honest - I think I'm in love with you.

-You ‘think’? - He chuckled, approaching my face again and almost whispering the next sentence - I'm sure you do, princess. 

-If you say so…

I smiled in his lips, kissing him. Yeah, I kissed this time. His lips slipped down in my neck, and his hands passed through my body, stopping on my back and opening my bra.

-Again? - I asked, panting but not pulling him away.

-Yeah… but this time you want it as much as I - still up on me, he moved away a little, just enough to take off his black shirt - Am I right, darling?

He batted an eye playfully, I giggled and Gerard went to me again, mouthing one of my breasts while moving his hand to the other. 

I moaned, pulling his hair and feeling his tongue on my nipple. He just knows what to do with my body, I don't know how, but he seems like Gerard knows me like the back of his hand. 

He murmured some praise, and got off of me, keeping eye contact with me, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his black jeans. The bulge on his boxers was clearly visible, and made me want him even more.

He laid his hands on my tight. Fast he swiped his hand between my legs, teasing me through the fabric of my panties. 

-D'don't tease… - I grunted, arching my back a little.

-So impatient… - He said, in a low voice, still moving his fingers in circles on my clit.

Not taking too long, he stopped, holding now the waistband of my panties, pulling it down. He opened my legs even more and held my hips tight

-Gee…

-Shh…you're gonna like it, princess.

Before I could have a chance to protest, I felt his mouth on me. I pulled his hair, letting myself be carried away by the feeling of the way he was sucking me.

My orgasm washed over me before I could warn him, but he already knew that happened. 

He returned to my face, making a point of running his hands over every inch of my body, kissing me deeply again, so I could taste myself.

-I told you that you're going to like it. 

With his mouth close to mine he dropped some kisses between the words.

-You were right… - I said, holding his face and smiling lightly - like you apparently always are

-So you're finally realizing it, baby? 

He murmured on my neck not letting go of me. I runned my hands from his face to his boxers, groping his hard member. Hear him growls is like music to my ears.

Not wanting to tease, I pulled his boxers down in moves that looked like a dance.  He slammed into me, without violence this time, he was being, at some point, affectionate and caring, anyways, I screamed in pleasure.

being with him has become less and less weird. The longer our bodies stay together, the more it seems like we are perfect for each other. 

Faste, after he thrusted on me a couple of times, I felt his cum inside of me, followed by another growl.

Gerard laid his head on my chest, arranging our position and cuddling on the bed. I caressed his wet hair and he almost purred on my skin. 

-Sugar… - he said in a soft voice, blinking his eyes with a cute, innocent-looking smile.  - You said you thought that you were in love with me...

- Y’know? - I gave him a smirk- I guess I'm sure now.

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~ So… That 's it! Lemme know if u liked, idk if i write a part 4… you want it? (:

PART 4!

[triocat]

Here's a funny idea that's been swimming in my head:

AU of "Control Of Mind And Body" (somewhat more of an joke/neutral ending, really) where 02, for some (probably contrived)* reason, ends up becoming Tiffumu, not JUST in body but ALSO in mind (PunMostCertainlyIntended) like in some sort "Superior Spiderman"-like fashion (if you don't know who that is, look it up, I'm certain he's too obscure for most to know at a glance so don't worry about it)

TL;DR Tiff's subconscious mind uno reverses on 02 and causes them to have an identity crisis, to which Kirby helps them get through

(For clarification, "02" reefers to his internal thought process and "Tiff" would be what they say)

At first, 02 is a bit confused about how they were starting to act a bit too "in-character" and began to become distracted by activities Tiffumu would do on the reg (ex. 02:"Hmm... so if I'm supposed to be a bookworm then I should probably be at the library, I mean, it's not like I would be spending much time there anyways..." 2 hours later... Tuff:"Hey, sis, I'm bored, when are we leaving-" "Tiff":"Not now, Tuff, I'm just finishing up this one..." 02:"It's not even been that long, anyways-" Tuff: "...But it's been 2 hours" 02:"Ok, so...wait...did he say 2 hours...I THOUGHT I JUST SPENT UNDER 15 MINUTES")

Then, the 1st signs that there's truly something wrong start to set in as they find that their thought patterns were starting to shift into something more so resembling tiff's than they would like** (ex. 02: "I hate the beach... the blasted sun's way brighter here than anywhere else, the sand here is so loosely packed, anything you build with it just highlights the pointlessness of it all, and the only other stuff is swimming in the cold water under said sun and collect dumb seashells-" spots white and red seashell 02:"...Hey, actually, this one's not half bad... you know, maybe this place isn't as terrible as I assumed... I mean, the cool wind, the sound of the waves, the feeling of the sun on my face- ...wait...but I HATE the sun... I mean, it's only natural that a being of the dark such as myself would hate what's essentially a giant lamp, right? Right, so pull yourself together 02... this seashell here is the only good thing that came out of this damn beach... other than that death-defying opportunity, of course)

THEN, things start taking a turn when they start to act a lot more like tiff then they would like, to the point where the mask starts to slip a bit as they more open to their new family (Memu:"So how was your day, sweetie" "Tiff":"Oh, it was ok I guess... Speaking of which, I found this interesting seashell that I want to show you" "Tiff" shows the seashell Papu:"Oh, what about it caught your eye" "Tiff":"I guess it's just because it reminds me of myself in a way" Memu:"Oh, and how so" "Tiff":"Well, you see, I...um...you know what, I'll talk to you about it later, ok? For now, I'm tuckered out so I'll just be going to bed." Papu:"Oh, alright then. Goodnight, sweetie")

Finally, 02 starts to be so much like Tiff that they start to doubt their own identity and start to confuse themselves with Tiff, causing her to spiral (02:"That was a close one. Whatever that seashell triggered within me, it wasn't good. *sigh* Nice going, Tiff, you almost told mom and dad that you're actually- ...wait...'Tiff'? 'mom and dad '? *Frustrated groan* Get a grip, 02, you're an angel of death. And these ignorant fleshbags mean NOTHING to you. You're immortal. You're the leader of the dark matter clan. You've survived against your own Kirby. You've even defeated Holy NightMare Enterprises. You- ...Hold up. I didn't destroy them. Hell, Tiff didn't either. Kirby did. And besides, this version of Kirby isn't like the one back at Dark Star. They're just a small, meek, innocent, little baby who only thinks about spitting on his toys, hugging trees, eating watermelon, and just being a jolly pink ball-shaped child who can do no wrong- HEY, WAIT A MINUTE! Oy vey, tiff- er, 02, you're must be really going insane if you're starting to doubt that that wad of gum's very existence isn't sinful in it of itself, and besides, 'tree-hugging'? THAT'S the best you can come up with? That's not even a bad thing, really. Especially with all the trouble Dedede, HNME, and I gave Whispy Woods. Wonder if he's doing ok? n-NOT THAT I CARE OR ANYTHING. I'm not a environmentalist. I mean, Tiff clearly was, but she also collected seashells and read books excessively and I don't do those either... except that time when I spent 2 hours in the library. Honestly, a pair of hours well spent but- er...NO THEY WEREN'T! Girl, you wasted time reading books all day. Especially on that one about a princess kissing a dumb frog to turn it into an even dumber prince. He probably wasn't even as handsome as commander Vee was...wait...who's vee...and why does thinking about him make me flustered. *Internal groan* alright already, knock it off with the confusion, Tiff-er, 02... wait, was I talking to Tiff there, or myself. I mean, it's clear to me that I'm not Tiff. I just look like Tiff, sound like Tiff, speak like Tiff, act like Tiff, and sometimes even THINK like Tiff, but I AM NOT TIFF. I'm just possessing her body and PRETENDING to be her to the point that I'm apparently getting way too comfy in this form and am now starting to mix myself with her. WE ARE NOT THE SAME ENTITY IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM. In fact, I think this lamp here is the source of all my woes. All I need to do is turn it off and all these conflicting thoughts will dissipate into the darkness's embrace soon enough." 02 turns off the light 02:"... That's better. Now then, Tiff, this will remind you where your place truly is. Your Dreamland will be mine and nothing you nor your Kirby can do to stop me and my children. ...wait, children? Well, I mean, I guess they kind of are my children, in a sense. Honestly, if I was more like Tiff, they probably wouldn't even hurt a fly unless it was on the end of a fish hook, unlike this world's Dedede's pet octopus, heh heh. ...wait...How'd I know that? Well, however I did, it's not like it's gonna matter soon. ...But even then... why is it that I still feel... so conflicted.)

Eventually, she gets so conflicted between who he even is anymore that everyone else starts to take notice as he starts triple-backing on everything she says, probably not even really thinking about some of them

And to make matters worse, not only is she starting to regret everything he has done, not ONLY is everyone starting to catch on that there's something wrong with her, but also the rest of the dark matter clan starting to refer to him as their mother, being more of a reminder to 02 of Tiff's relationship with Kirby

All of this pressure, on this cappy girl/ angel of darkness amalgam, starts wearing them down to the point that that they go into a room, shut the door, and contemplate their options...

1. Bump off Tiff

The child was the one who had her thoughts seep within his. Maybe getting rid of her would return him to normal. And, as a bonus, it would break Kirby's sprit and allow him to feed of the grief of her loved ones...

.....

...But the thought of her family and friends missing her dearly became so utterly repulsive to them, he decided to drop the idea and move to something else.

After all, it was what was stopping her from enacting his plan.

2. Get rid of 02

I mean... it's not like he was doing any favors for anyone. He was a literal A N G E L O F D E A T H so his dematerialization would probably be a net positive. After all, it would certainly be what Tiff would have wanted...

.....

...But then, you see, all of this, the possession, the planning, and the preservation of what remaining dark matter is left would all be for naught.

I mean... the fear of death is what got them this far, was it not.

3. Try to split

This seems like the most logical choice out of the bunch, right? Just split the pair from each other and both will be themselves again and we can all move on from this experience as better people for it. Yep, everything would be just Hunky Dory...

.....

...but then they realized something.

If 02 returns back to how he was, then either he ruins everything, Kirby kills him for good, or he just goes to another timeline, either repeating the process and/or just ending up experiencing the other two outcomes.

The only way he would keep his empathy for life outside of the dark matter clan would be, theoretically, taking Tiff's heart with him, and even then, that would likely result in her dying or becoming a miserable husk

And THEN there's an even worse thought, one that completely wipes this idea from their mind:

What if it doesn't work?

What if instead of separating correctly, it ends up screwing both of them over, to the point where neither of them survive...

.....

...welp, it would seem that our final exit turned out to be a bust

...But just as they were about to resign to their fate, the door opened and...

It was Kirby

Of course, 02, despite knowing he likely wasn't here to do so (well at first), would accuse Kirby of mocking them whist they're at their lowest point...

...but to their surprise, Kirby seems to be genuinely concerned for them***

("Tiff":"Wh-who's there!?" Kirby:"...Fumu?" "Tiff":"Oh... it's you... Here to rub salt in the wound, I suppose..." Kirby walks up to her and "poyo"s at her with a concerned look on his face "Tiff":"...why...why do you torment me like this...why is it that all my plans fall flat the moment you come into the picture..." Kirby:"Poyo?" "Tiff":"...is that really all you can say..." Kirby thinks about what she said and comes up with the first thing that comes to his head Kirby:"Suika!" "Tiff":"...Melon...? That's the first thing that comes to mind? ...FOOD..." Kirby:"poy-yay!" "Tiff":"...heheh...you really are here to mock me..." Kirby:"poy...yo?" 02 grabs Kirby and picks him up as she becomes furious "Tiff":"DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY!? IS THIS ALL ONE GIANT GAME TO YOU!? ANSWER ME!!!" Kirby:"p...poy-y-yo..." 02 starts sniffling as she fully breaks down "Tiff":"...heh...heh...look at me...*hic*...yelling at a ch-hild...how pathetic..." 02 lets go of Kirby out of sorrow, who proceeds to leave the room and come back with some watermelon Kirby:"Suika!" "Tiff":"...is this...for me..." Kirby:"Zee-ru tif" 02 starts to bawl in tears "Tiff":"Thank you, Kirby...I love you, Kirby...I'm so sorry for everything I did... I'm sorry... I'm sorry i'm sorry..." "0!Tiff", who hasn't slept well in days, collapses in exhaustion as Kirby carries her to her bed...)

Tiff wakes up in her bed, surrounded by her family, with worried looks on their faces. She reassures them that she's ok, saying that she was possessed by a stray demon beast that Kirby beat up, as always.

With that, (and an interuption by a certain king penguin and gay snail,) she send her parents off, telling tuff to say here to make sure she's ok...

...to which, she explains e v e r y t h i n g, essentially telling tuff all there needs to about how she's an entity known as 02 and how she planned to cover the world in darkness, but said plans went down the drain as soon as she started to become Tiff in mind as well as in body. (*roll credits*)

Oddly enough, Tuff was fine with this, his reasoning being that, "Well, you look like Tiff, you sound like Tiff, you speak like Tiff, you behave like Tiff, and now you even think like Tiff, so, for all intensive purposes, you kinda are Tiff now, just a bit different"

02 then decided that, if she was gonna be Tiff, then by void, she's gonna be a better Tiff than before.

But before she can do that, she needs a more fitting name (don't wanna cause more confusion after all of that) to which Kirby repeated his name for her:"Zee-ru tif"

To which, Tuff read as 0!Tiff, saying that it was a fitting name for her.

02/Tiff responded by saying "That's a dumb name, but we can't really think of anything else at the moment so sure, why not"

And thus solidified the legacy of 0!Tiff:

EMPRESS OF THE HYPERZONE

* TBH I don't know exactly know what could cause this to happen, maybe 02 possessed her for too long and queen ripple's possession just didn't last that long, maybe tiff connection with Kirby had something to do with it (Personally, I had an idea with a "soul surgeon"), but whatever the case may be, this is more about the effect rather than the exact cause. I mean, you can probably think of something less contrived, but on this front, I'm stumped.

**It may be even in subtle ways 02 wouldn't quite notice like how Tiff's obsession with princess stories would end up having them decide to refer to themselves as "the princess of the hyperzone" before going with the title of empress instead, not knowing that that was also influenced by Tiff's state of mind.

***I imagine that Kirby would be slightly suspicious of tiff's true nature due to their special connection, but let's be honest, when your best friend having a meltdown, it's still best to check on them, whether they're possessed or not.

[ltwilliammowett]

Can you do a short term list for us in a funny way?

Welcome my dear newcomers aboard HMS Surprise. You have been exclusively selected ( or gently beaten up and dragged here) to join us on our South America tour. I promise you excitement, sleepless nights, beautiful scenery, storms, sunburn, no water and a bloody French…. oops I mean great adventure. To help you find your way around on board, here's a short list of important terms.

Landlubber - you, if you need this list - speak a non-sailor who simply has no idea about being a sailor.

Ship - your new workplace - this wooden lady is now your everything and treat her well, she is your life insurance to get you home safely. But be careful, she is very headstrong and if you want to tell me now that she is just an object, you thought wrong. She is very much a living individual and she will make you feel that.

The rigging - that sort of spider's nest above you - is there to operate the sails. Look forward to getting to know the ropes very well.

Sails - those cloth rags hanging from the thick wooden poles. They are used for locomotion and are not blankets.

Wheel - this strange wooden wheel with spikes on it - no, it is not an instrument of torture, but is used for steering.

Anchor - heavy, made of iron and keeps our lady in place.

Compass - this strange thing that lives in a box and is constantly moving back and forth. To cut a long story short: You know which way is north and you can keep your course. You'll soon know it by heart.

Captain - Boss

1st Lieutenant - Second boss and the one who can really fuck you up if he wants to. Get in good line and please don't suck up to him. But he is the one who puts you in everything, be it ward, mess, hammock, etc.

2.nd. Lieutenant - me and I too can make you uncomfortable.

Master - knows where the sails hang and what course to set. Takes just a little more work off the boss.

Purser - is responsible for your food rations, but will also try to get you to buy something from him to make life on board a little easier. Don't do this, he's quite expensive.

Sailor - Your new colleagues, and depending on their years of service, they will know how to handle that wooden lady, how to set the sails and so on. You'll learn it too.

Old Salt - an experienced old sailor, stick with him if you want to learn and he is willing to share his knowledge.

Surgeon - the name says it all. We have a good one on board, be lucky. And if you're lucky, you'll come home with all your body parts.

Midshipmen - mini officers who still need to learn. They can be quite demanding and annoying, especially when many of them are still very young. But don't be surprised if a 12-year-old gives you orders, he's allowed to.

Mess - the place where you eat

Cannon - heavy, iron, dirty, hot and with a loud bang. Used to stop the enemy or inflict serious damage. Keep your limbs to yourself and only follow the instructions of those who know what to do with them. Otherwise you will only injure yourself unnecessarily.

Cannonball - heavy, made of stone or iron. Come into the cannon and please do not trip over it.

Admiral - comes along sometimes. Is the boss of the boss

Hammock - your bed, but don't get too comfortable in it because you won't get much sleep anyway.

Rum - elixir of life, next to coffee

Powder monkeys - yes, they are children, but they know what to do and you can learn something from them too.

Boatswain - also called Bosun, he whistles the orders and drives you to work. He is also your wake-up call.

Marine - our sea soldiers, there aren't very many of them, but the few that there are are fine. They are there for the safety on board.

Cutlasses, muskets, grenades, axes, etc. - makes autsch, hopefully not with you. You will learn to handle them.

Cook - as the name suggests, and yes, having only one leg is normal.

Quarterdeck - not your dance area, that's the officers' area, you're only allowed there if your duty requires it.

Wardroom - also not your area. This is where we officers live and have some privacy.

Great Cabin - living and working area of the captain (you remember? - boss).

Gun deck - remember those big black things that bang loudly? they live here.

Berth deck - this is where you live, sleep and eat. Don't worry, it doesn't get cold there, you share the space with about 170 men.

Well, there is more, but I think that should be enough to start with. The rest will come naturally later. Don't stress about it and I think you will enjoy next year by the sea so much that you will want to come back.

[tyunclouds]

Classical trained (college) musician here to roast the ever loving fuck out of SEVENTEEN defiling classical instruments. Let's begin.

JIHOON THE SOLOIST:

It is extremely obvious to everyone (hopefully) that he's not actually playing. His right hand never changes notes, his wrist is completely collapsed, and his hand is angled in a very directionally odd, extremely stiff position. Looking at this, he seems to have no idea where his 1st through 4th fingers should lie. His bow is slightly above the finger board, aka where you PLUCK using your FINGERS, which is not where it should be to get the sound you're listening to, and his bow grip is not the worst I've seen, but his pinky is straight and not on the bow, meaning he will likely be stiff and have no control. I can't see if his hand was too high or low on the bow from this specific screenshot, but I'm too lazy to check further for risk of having another stroke. Anyways, what I do remember is most of the notes are on the higher two strings, A and E, and he is continuously changing strings all the way down to G, the lowest string, while we hear high notes in the recording. Overall, this is a complete hot mess. Elementary schoolers can hold and fake playing a violin better than this. 2/10.

Here's Hilary Hahn as an example of how violin soloists should look while playing. Notice the difference in how she holds the bow, where the bow is hitting the strings, and her left wrist not resting on the violin itself (aka not collapsed), but rather is in a place that would allow her to actually play notes and shift up and down the string significantly better.

MAESTRO ENSEMBLE:

When playing in an ensemble, instruments are not randomly assorted like this, they're supposed to be layered by how much they can project (aka how loud they are), which is why the strings are usually in front, as they're much quieter than the VERY LOUD PERCUSSIONIST, as well as grouped with the same instruments. SO WHY IS WONWOO IN THE FRONT?! WHY IS JEONGHAN SO FAR REMOVED FROM THE OTHER TWO VIOLINISTS?! Jeonghan should be in the front, where his playing can be heard, Mingyu somewhere in the middle, and Wonwoo should be in the back next to Jun, the other percussionist (yes, cymbals by themselves are also percussion, as are triangles and xylophones). As I'm not super familiar with clarinet or drums, I cannot rip into Mingyu and Wonwoo the same way I can Jeonghan, so I will simply target him for giving me an ulcer. His bow grip is literally a fist, his bow is completely crooked, his right wrist is collapsed and his fingers are too close together. I'm also 90% sure he doesn't have a chin rest. Come to think of it, I don't think Woozi had one before either and that's just terrible posture. (Once again, you can look at Hilary Hahn, above, for comparisons.)

Seungkwan just hurts my entire soul here and I forced my friend to pause on it from sheer disbelief. Violins are only ever played on your left shoulder with a right handed bias, whether you yourself are right handed or not. Seungkwan's violin is on his right shoulder making him look straight out of a piss poor stock image. He's playing on the wrong side of the bridge, which will only ever sound screechy because you're not supposed to play there ever, his first finger has been separated from the rest of his hand, making playing notes other than open strings impossible, and his bow grip is the worst of the violinists so far. Hoshi and Minghao have their fingers on multiple strings at once, which would sound terrible when you're not trained to play chords, their hands look very stiff which would be terrible for vibrato, and their bows are on the finger board, which, again, are where they shouldn't be. I can't see Minghao's bow grip, but Hoshi's bow grip is, I think, the worst bow grip of all the string players I can see. He's holding it how first graders attempt to fist a pencil when writing their name.

Now here, we get back into the organization of the ensemble members. But first, I would like to point out that I've asked all of my classically trained roommates (3) what Dino is playing and none of us can figure it out. What we can figure out, however, is that Vernon is playing a flute and, as one of my roommates was a flutist, can confirm he is playing it backwards and rather than the more common incorrect posture of holding the flute too high, which typically gets corrected when actually playing, he is angling it towards the ground. They have no idea how one would even begin to play it the way he's holding it and got so passionate they demonstrated it to me on a pen.

So on their organization, as I touched on earlier, instruments are mainly sorted by their projection (general volume) and grouped by shared instrument. They're assigned "first" and "second" typically based on their proficency in their instrument, with "first" often being the "soloist" if the piece requires it. I've included a helpful chart to demonstrate how this would possibly work out in an actual ensemble based on their instruments (minus Dino as I cannot tell what he is playing).

Key: WZ (Woozi) -> presented as main violinist / soloist, JH (Jeonghan) -> he held the violin the right way, SK (Seungkwan) -> he held the violin the wrong way, VN (Vernon) -> flute and clarinet can most likely be interchanged, but I based this on how my university orchestra is set up, MG (Mingyu), HS (Hoshi) -> this is an assumption, but because his bow grip is so terrible, I wanted to hope Minghao had a better bow grip than him, MH (Minghao), JN (Jun) -> Cymbals are usually not placed in the center as they're generally not the main percussion instrument, JS (Joshua) -> his drum is less bulky, therefore placing him in the middle is more likely than having a bulky drum in the middle, WW (Wonwoo) -> he has a bulky drum, therefore him being on the side is more likely for the percussion section, DK (Dokyeom) -> the conductor should be a lot closer than he is in their ensemble, but far enough away that all players can see the conductor to be able to properly keep time as well as watch for any artistic expressions being encouraged.

Additionally, I don't think I need to point this out, but Dokyeom's posture and conducting are just not right. He's also extremely far from the ensemble and should not be that far away as he needs to be able to cue entrances, influence dynamics and musicality, etc. It is very hard to target a section from that far away.

Overall, I'd give this ensemble a 1/10. I gave them a point to be nice, but it honestly deserves a 0/10.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk and listen to their new comeback: Maestro.

[sw33tsnow]

Attitude

Captain John Price x F!Reader

Summary: Military leave in England would be littered with thick confidential stamps folders and dozens of Base's phonecalls, John suppose, but you proved him wrong (18+)

Content: annual military leave, curvy&athletic!female!reader, deep voice!f!reader, (little) angst, childhood trauma, smut, smoking, fluff, age gap, boobs sucking, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, hickeys, spanking, cowgirl, handjob, cum eating

Word Count:  5k3

#: I'll apologize in advance cus English is not my first language (some grammar mistakes might appear); f!reader is NOT A BRAT; NOT FOR MINORS

December 1st, snow has already falling and the cold breeze was blowing in waves. Such a lovely time to visit and admire the "mysterious beauty" of Britain, said the radio, but not so ideal for someone who just got deployed to Russia.

John's building located in the suburbs, he enjoyed the spacious and airy atmosphere it carried. Perhaps that explains why it's quite lonely and separated here, not so many civilians chose to pass by this area. Parked the truck in the basement, the cold air made John snort in discomfort, had to pulled down that dark blue beanie to cover his red ears when he got out of the car. Swiftly stepped to the back seat where several stacks of papers and classified documents were stuffed in, he gave them an irritated look. Of course, John has the permission to go home empty-handed to savor these two "break months'' peacefully, but in the end, he has nothing to do. Kyle and Johnny were both home for holiday with their families, and Simon disappeared from sight 'cause Laswell needed a helping hand. No magic could make these files disappear if John left them at the base so taking them home is not a bad idea after all.

Struggling to carry the pile of papers out of the car, they're not heavy but quite bulky for one person to carry. If it ain't for the fact that the internet in this area is such crap, John would have gone to bed after a glass of Whiskey instead of standing here and thinking about how to get these shitty documents to his apartment.

"You need help with that?" A deep but hoarse female voice, probably due to the cold, caught John's attention. You stood there in an oversized hoodie and a pair of shaggy black leather pants, you wore white sneakers, not the pair that some brats normally bragged about and a gym bag was hanging on your shoulder. Your thick hair cut into a long pixie style but still looked silky.

"Not questioning your strength, 's just looks quite nasty over there"

"I mean...if ya don't mind" he replied in a grateful tone before you gave him a sweet smile and walked over to his truck. John almost mistaken you for a male because of your broad shoulders if he hadn't noticed your long lashes and those plump, pink lips.

You squatted down and gently lifted a cardboard box with folders of documents and papers piled on top, then walked to the door leading to the building's elevators.

Pushed and held the door with your back, "After you" you peeled back to John.

All your movements were resourceful and agile, watching you carried his things without difficulty made John quite impressed. It's not that you're strong because there are female soldiers in the military, but it's your gestures were so… gallant, they're not forced like girls tried to impress the men but completely natural like that's your character.

John hummed as a thanks and stepped inside. You both reached the top floor and you followed John to the end of the hallway, bet that's his apartment.

You put the stack of papers down and looked up at John, "Thank you, luv" he said with a hidden smile behind his mustache and the pet name he gave you undoubtedly made your thighs squished together.

You saw the wrinkles formed in his eye sockets as he squinted from smiling. You love his smile. In the basement, you didn't pay any mind and just simply asked if John wanted some help, just like when you carried groceries bags for mothers or helped the old neighbors on the same floor walk to their house, it was like a habit. But when John turned to look at you, couldn't lie, he looked handsome. Toned muscles back hidden under a leather jacket, handsome face with neatly trimmed beard and those navy blue pupils were what attracted you the most. He's certainly older than you, which makes him even more attractive.

"That's very kind of ya t' help" he added, oh, his deep voice and the accent were like music flowing into your ears. When John slightly cocked his head down, you noticed your height only reached his shoulders, despite you're an athlete.

"No big deal, sir, have a nice day" you gave him a small smile and turned around to go back to the elevator. Your eyes accidentally glanced at the random envelope with a single line 'To: Cpt. John Price'. John Price, what a fitting name, you think, but we probably won't meet again

"Wait, you haven't told me ya name?" Turned back, you kept silent before responded to those beautiful blue eyes with a wide toothy smile, making John dumbfounded.

As if the whole hallway lit up with your smile, " 's really nice to know you, Captain."

Fucking hell, the wind came from the open window didn't help John cooled down at all when your deep voice called his sign with that teasing tone. He stuttered, watching your disappearing figure as the elevator door closed without saying anything else. His cheeks turned red by the thought that it wasn't even a flirt but somehow he just so addicted to your voice, to that angelic smile. John didn't see many female colleagues on his HQ and not to mention plenty of deployments, his paperwork already kept him from visiting the pub - his one and only favourite thing but you might've just change his mind.

When the elevator stopped at the lobby floor, few residents got into the elevator with you and John. He noticed that you ain't a talkative one, always politely greeted everyone with a bow and a slight smile. You were also careful, too careful not to invade others' personal space. Polite and a little shy?, John guessed

Shaking his head and laughing at himself, John inserted the key into the lock and opened the door, using his foot to push one box in front of the door to keep it from closing and then carried the other inside. The annoying 'beep beep' sound from his watch made him wince, 2200, these can wait 'til tomorrow, he told himself, kicked off his boots and walked straight into the bedroom.

John regretted because the Whiskey he drank didn't do a damn thing but keep him up all night. Gave up and got out of bed, he tried to find something to do and as if completing the paperwork was a smart option.

0600, winter made it impossible to tell if the pitch black sky outside was early morning or midnight. Unable to concentrate, he decided to snack on something before went for a run because he knew how bad the consequences of skipping meals would be.

The road was slippery because of heavy snowfall yesterday. Luckily, John's eyes had adjusted to the darkness, couldn't relied on the useless dim light of the lampposts. It's now quite far from the building and almost into the city center, he ran through a park before stopping by the sound of a group chatting coming out of the opposite tower. It's you, still with a bright smile on your lips and that polite gesture, holding the door for those accompanying you. Both the male and the female, all looked about your same age and all had hair slightly wet. Perhaps only been wiped lightly, followed by two elders. Everyone laughed and talked cheerishly before waving their hands and splitting in different directions, you did the same, going towards the city center.

Honestly, John felt like a stalker following you like this. Years of military service had honed his tracking skills, as ridiculous as it sounded.

You stopped by a minimarket to pick up ingredients for your diet, meals are as important as the muscle exercises, and your cooking skills are very good too. Thanks to your grandmother for teaching you how to cook in such young age. Checking the list on your phone again, you pushed the cart to the checkout counter, saying goodbye to the friendly cashier and began to struggle with the messy bags.

"Need help with tha, luv?" John didn't hesitate to run to you and reached his hands out, repeated exactly what you asked him a few past hours ago.

You looked surprised but immediately answered him with a low giggle, John also grinned at you. For fuck sake, you wanted to punch yourself so bad. Why? Look at you, wearing a turtleneck and dusty jeans, no lipstick on and hair looked like a damped bird's nest. You're a grown woman, makeup and tight dresses are necessary but you don't take them too seriously. Private gym, swimming pool and your apartment are your daily destinations. Only traveled when your club accepted friendly matches with other clubs and your apartment will be replaced by the hotel you booked.

Waking up at the time when the whole city was still sleeping, the cashier and your team ain't no strangers to you, dressing up only took you away from your precious sleep. Minimalism - that's what you are, except for special occasions or nights out with your girls.

BUT right now, you extremely regret your choice.

Raised your free hand up to brush a hair strand out of sight, you walked up to John and motioned for him to walk with you.

On the way back to the building, the two of you talked more. John learned that you're a swimmer and the people from the tower were your coaches and teammates. Also explained why your body wouldn't be as slim as other girls, but it suited you.

You speak very little, each sentence was brief and straight to the point but you managed to keep the conversation didn't become awkward. And maybe that's made you a very good listener, always looking in his eyes and nodding to show him that you did pay attention and wanted him to continue. You reminded him of Simon but more mellow in your own way.

"You've got something needed answers?" You saw the timidness in John's glance, "Wouldn't ask if I felt uncomfortable, John" gesturing to him, urging him to speak.

"'s nothing, truly..… jus' notice you're truly courteous to others, can guarantee muppets your age don't behave like tha, 'specially towards women" John tried to clarify, not want you to misunderstand.

You stared at him for a moment, quite impressed with his observance. As a Task Force captain in the military, the way his body built and his look when talking to you were enough to understand.

"Wow Cap, you're really interesting" you teased him with a toothy smile.

"Childhood" you stopped, "And my mother has a very practical way to educate us, sometime it wouldn't bother me if anyone said I'm decrepit before my age" a small chuckle left your lips.

John's glance never left the side of your face, you two had more in common than he thought. Neither he nor you overshared your personal details but John could still guess a few things from your words. Us, you have siblings, childhood and mother, you don't mention 'father'.

“I can take it from here”

You broke the silence as you two reached the building. Carefully take the bags from John's hand, your cold fingers grazed the back of his warm one. You shivered and goosebumps rose as you felt an electric current run down your spine. Bite your inner cheek, it's shameless to admit by the thought of your body turning needy for his warmth. You wanted to hold those large hands and place them on your neck, your abdomen, your breasts and thighs. You want to feel his warm body heat against yours, for the first time you didn't hate your innate cold body temperature.

Quickly turned away without showing any suspicious expression, you only looked up when John blocked the entrance. He wouldn't let you slipped away easily like last time, most stupid mistake he've ever made.

"Mind if I want a repay?" John put his hands in his pockets and lowered his face at the same leveled of yours.

"My messy apartment ain't inviting for breakfast now, sir" your husky voice finished the sentence as softly as a whisper. You didn't step back, simply answered him with an honest voice, you're not afraid of eye contact either.

"Tell me your name, luvie"

That's not a demand. Silence, you blinked in confusion. This man, you thought, turned away and let out a laugh. You whipped back to face him with a defeated expression, shaking your head while telling him your name.

John repeated your name with an amused tone and it sounded so alluring by the way he said it. You both were engulfed in each other's eyes, neither wanted to break away from this moment. But before you could not pull yourself together and melt in front of him, you said your goodbye and slipped aside to enter the building. He did not stop you this time, just eyeing at the way your fluffy ass checks and thighs gently jiggled by each steps with a lustful gaze.

_-_-_-_-_-_-_

John's two months on leave 've been much more lively thanks to you. Went out for a run every morning so he could pick you up from the gym, visiting your place when you invited him for a meal and of course, John also brought his booze as a thank you gift. The two of you opened up more to each other. Only then did John know that you were an extremely modest person and didn't like showing your emotions in front of people, it makes you felt like you're vulnerable. Gave him butterflies knowing he holds a special place to you because you felt safe sharing with him.

Likewise, your lonely days have ended ever since John appeared in your life, eating meals twice a week at your apartment has become casual to both of you. You started choosing cute dresses instead of sweats as usual, and always wear light lipstick to look more beautiful every time you’re with him. You also dug deeper about your family to John, that you did not experience fatherhood from a very young age and your mother is a strong woman. Making you, a much more independent and understanding big sister and daughter for your family. Sometime you joked with a higher pitch alcohol voice that every time you go to a pub, ladies are more attracted to you because the men around are such punks compared to you.

One more thing John discovered as you and him got closer was that he was at least 10 years older than you. Not that John couldn't tell your age, just sometimes the two of you were so immersed, which made him forget how young you were.

This night, the two of you were on the rooftop smoking together. John has a cigar and you smoke 'a bland cigarette', you could only laugh out loud every time he mocked with a grunt when you pulled the pack out of your pants' pocket. You both quietly enjoyed as the time slowly passed with each other.

"I've never tried cigars, dunno what they taste like" you gave him a playful glance

"Wanna try?"

John cocked his head at the cigar and held it towards you, you grabbed his wrist and brought it to your mouth to take a drag. You peaked at John, your eyes shot out a mischievous glint and you deliberately sunk your cheeks as you puffed on the burning cigar. The small flame glowed, making both of you feel an indescribable itch under your skin.

"Tastes milder than I thought" you answered John as you slowly exhaled smoke.

He looked at you silently, of course, John knew you're craving for John as much as he did but fuck, was this a wise decision? You're still young, still have a bright future waiting for you, you can't stick with an old man with a 'dirty' background and the dangerous work he's doing.

"John, I wanna ask you out for a date" you walked up to John's face and asked him directly, he'd felt the insecurity in your words. Your voice was a bit shaky and with that low tone, you sounded like a small animal that's scared or whining because it's wounded. Yes, John wanted to scream like that, he wanted to nip your skin and bite your juicy lower lip so bad but he just couldn't. He wouldn't

" 'm sorry sweet thing, this's not a smart choice"

Your lips thinned to a line, your eyes still glued to his beautiful blue orbs as if trying to find any glint might betray his words. None, nothing at all. You retreated from his private space and a small smile made it way to your sad face. Without a single tear, John knew your chest was tightening and you felt your nose sting but your pride wouldn't let you fall. You ain't an arrogant girl but you were confident in your position, and John understood. His eyes began to show contrasted signs, you understand that he turned you down not because he didn't feel the same to you. But still, you also didn't want to know the reason, you don't want to hear anything that might hurt you more now.

"The leave'll end tomorrow, right? Stay safe, Captain," you said your last sentences, sniffing and dropping the lit cigarette on the ground. You extinguished by stepping on it before swiftly passed him and disappeared through the rooftop door. You're always like this, running away when you're in your miserable stage. John didn't have the courage to follow you and made things right because he wasn't even sure what he wanted.

_-_-_-_-_-_-_

Nearly a month later that night, John returned to his apartment. Now that the season changes between spring and summer, the pouring rain could not be avoided. John parked his truck in the same place and went straight up to his apartment to get some sleep. When the helo landed on the tarmac, John sped up the briefing and dismissed the team as soon as possible so he could return to this suburban building. Yes, he could rest in his barrack on the Base, but he knew the reason that encouraged him to drive such a long road.

Waking up when the chatter on the TV disappeared, John reached up to the night stand to turn on his reading lamp, multiple clicking sounds hurted his ears but no light appeared. John grumbled as he got up and walked out to the living room. Through his apartment's balcony, John guessed that the area had lost power because of the heavy rain outside. Sitting down on the couches, the drowsiness has now disappeared, replaced in his mind by your images. Your smile, your voice, your eyes, everything about you is just so beautiful, and he missed you so so much. 

After showering, John changed into a compression shirt and put on a new pair of cargo pants , 'cause he knew you'd rather see him in uniform. Putting on his boots, John took your favorite cake that he bought before driving back to his apartment and headed down to your place.

John stood in front of your door, he felt nauseous, he didn't know how you'd react when you saw him. Ringing the doorbell, it took a while to hear your "Coming" along with the sound of footsteps getting closer to the door. The door opened, and you stood there with sleepy eyes and an adorable bedhead, you were wearing a tank top and loose pants.

"Welcome back" your eyes closed as you spoke up with a wide smile and a sleepy voice, John didn't need to admit that you sounded seductive because the bulge in his crotch has proof enough.

"I bought your fav, sweetheart" John held up the cake box and you looked at it for a moment then stood aside to let him in.

When you looked in his direction, even though the smile was still on your lips, your eyes looked distant, which made John feel more than horrible. You chose him to be your safe place but then he didn't know better than to ruin everything, now you treat him like you're just socializing with an outsider.

The bigger flops which you bought only for him now replaced his boots as he followed you into the living room. Sat down on the couches as you motioned him to, you turned to the kitchen to make some tea. John swore he saw your boobs' side and your ribs, your shoulder blades, and your skin was showing because you're not wearing a bra.

Returning with the tea tray and the zipper-hoodie covering your body, you placed the tray on the table and sat down on the couches which were neither far nor near John. A long silence formed and you had no intention of breaking it, honestly, you didn't know what to react or say.

The night you were rejected, you didn't cry but every single thing inside you was broken into pieces. You only had two exes and that was the result of two failed swimming championships. The pressure and strict diet made your nerves tense so sexual release is normal, for you. When you met John, shits changed, you weren't trying to find someone to take home on the weekend night anymore, head over heels just by the sight of him.

Your family lives far away from you, so everytime something positive changes, your friends and teammates are normally the first to notice.

Everything was great until that night, you wanted to hide but now John sat here, in your apartment, so conflicted.

"Listen luv, 'm sorry for hurting you" John waited for you to say something but you just sat still and stared at the mug in your hands, "I…'m not sure…I thought that it'd be better if someone your own age, not an old bastard like me, to court you out."

You snapped your eyes to John, which shut him up immediately. Cold and aggressive, a foolish accusation, as if they were trying to say. Placed the mug on the table, you stood up and walked in front of John. He looked up at you as you piled down your head to do the same. The room instantly froze as you two stared at each other, the Captain of an excellent Task Force looked so weak and useless under your daggers gaze. How submissive.

"You mean I should date a bunch of punks with towering egos and only use women as tools to satisfy their dicks, yeah?" you asked John in a low, emotionless voice. Just like everytime, your eyes never left his.

John's mouth was dry and he could barely swallow, his hands gripped his knees so tight that all knuckles turned white. You spread your legs, grabbed his wrists and placed his hands on your ass. Still maintaining that scary look, you could see that his cock might tear his pants apart from the eagerness.

"Or you think I'm not enough to find an older, more mature man for myself?" you raised an eyebrow and slowly sat down on John's thick thighs.

"Fuckin' 'ell, luv" John exhaled shakily and looked down to his pants, in a blink of an eye, you grabbed his chin and brought his gaze back to you.

"Avoid my eyes? Aren't I pitiful enough, John?" You frowned and brought your face closer to John. You could hear every pulse on his body beating loudly at this close distance.

His muscles tensed at your glassy-eyes look, he moved his hands away from your lower body. John wanted to cup your cheeks, he wanted to hold you close, buried your face into his chest as he comforted you until you were satisfied.

Not that easy.

You let go of his chin and caught his wrists with both of your hands. You folded and held them behind John's head, causing him to sink deeper and deeper into the couches beneath him. John was surprised by your actions, he almost forgot that you weren't fragile at all. Your faces were now just inches apart and he could feel every breath of yours against his lips.

"I don't remember giving you permission to move yet" and your grip tightened, his beautiful blue orbs pierced to your gaze in defeat.

You smirked and licked his lips, "Give me your tongue" you commanded.

A soldier like John didn't need to hear orders twice and immediately smashed his lips to yours hungrily. Tongues entwined, teeth clashing and he greedily bit your lower lip as if a predator had finally caught its prey. You let John go and moved to the hem of his shirt and peeled it over his head, your lips nibbling the skin of his neck as your hands roaming all over his torso. Hairy chest, broad shoulder blades, and bulky arms, your nose filled with the smell of burnt cigars and faded men's cologne. Milky scars made you even more infatuated with John, it was hard to believe the man in front of you was single. And John didn't move one bit. His eyes shut tight and his head tilted back, John's arms stayed put on his side as he enjoyed the tingling sensation of your soft lips and hands gliding over his skin. Leaving a few dark hickeys on that neck and manly chest, your hands went down to the bulge in John's crotch and began to knead gently, his cock twitching in your grip as you freed it from those tight pants.

"Fuck…please" John's head jerked back as your cool hand slid in and grasped his burning cock. His pupils flicking back and forth between the area between the two of you and your darken eyes.

"Speak up John, I can't read minds" stuck out your tongue and drooled on his cock. His precum and your drool created a mess down there, making the sticky sound even more lewd. What a tease, John thought, but it doesn't matter, he'd do whatever you want just for your forgiveness, not wanting to see your pain expression ever again.

"Please…luvie…please stroke it, please, I…need ya" John flustered as he saw your nipples harden at his pleas, his cock twitched in excitement at the mesmerized view.

You've never seen any cocks like his so far. But does it matter?, the man, no, your man is sitting right here, under your control, and desperately begging for your touch. You started to stroke him at a slow pace and gradually increased the speed with both hands, no exaggeration, John's length needed both of your hands to be considered enough. His breathing became more rapid and you knew he's close. Leaning forward and John doesn't hesitate to return your kindness, a low moan escaped his throat as he released onto your abdomen, his seed thick and hot made you horny like a bitch on heat. Your fingers delicately scraped the cum he had shot onto your stomach and brought it to your mouth, licking and sucking your fingers in the dirtiest way together with his taste.

"Can you take your shirt off for me, please" John gasped, "I wanna see those pretty tits"

You did as he said, your breasts bouncing as you took your shirt off. Lustful eyes staring at your nipples and John raised his calloused hands to held them. He fold one while the other was taken care of by his mouth, the man sucked and gently nipped your sensitive nipple, making you moan in pleasure.

"Y'know, I've dreamed about sucking these gorgeous tits for too long, darlin'" John gave you a devil grin before pinning you down on the sofa. You immediately covered your stretch marks on your lower belly plus your burning face but John smacked your ass check as a warning

"Oi, tryin' to enjoy my meal hear, eh?" John chuckled deeply as he clicked his tounge. You wanted to cry out so bad, you've never revel your body so bare like this to no one, ever. But John did not agree with such nonsense. He shut your stupid mind down by worshiping every inch of your body, his lips left marks on your plush stomach and hips. Seemed like you hadn't been to the gym lately, he noticed you looked softer compared to the last time he saw you. Moving down, John grabbed both your pants and panties, pulled them off and threw them in a random corner of the room. The man used one of his knees to shove your legs apart, revealing your pooling hot sex to his hungry eyes.

"Already so wet for me, eh?" John whispered as he placed loving kisses on your meaty inner thighs, the foreign sensation of his beard brushing against your sensitive skin sending pleasure down to your cunt, making your walls clenched eagerly. "Bet those pricks have never eaten you out, eh? Such idiots refuse a sweet thing like ya."

John buried his face between your legs, gently ran his tongue over your entrance and sensitive clit. Your body jolted every time he sucked or flicked his tongue against your clit, his two thick digits easily slid inside your cunt and you let out a loud moan at the sudden feeling of warmth inside you. Lightly grabbed John's hair as he held your thighs by his other arm and shoulder to keep them from closing, "That's it, sweetheart, use me like all you've ever wanted to" John mumbled, his tounge slid inside you causing his nose to rub against your sensitive clit. You sobbed in pleasure, your back arching to press your damped sex into John's mouth.

“Fuck….'m cumming, John” you whined, “Please…” and John quickened his pace, “C'mon, cum in my mouth, jus' like tha....Bloody 'ell, yeah, ride my tongue, c'mon luv, cum for me” he moaned and you felt the tight knot in your lower abdomen. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the orgasm hit you and John didn't pull back when you came, his trimmed beard soaked from your slick and you blushed from that sight.

Leveled off your elbows to help yourself up, you wrapped one arm around the back of John's neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. It's tender, full of love, care and pure longing. Snaked his arms and held your back, he picked you up effortlessly and situated you hovering over his cock. You grabbed John's shoulder with one hand, the other held his cock directed to your entrance then slowly sat down. You both hissed when the tip of his cock slid inside, he's so big, too big, you felt like he could split you in half.

"You broken?" John glance filled with concern when your face frowns, you're so tight, if he couldn't get you to loosen up he might be squished to death. You let out a breathy laugh "I'd love a hand, Captain, if you don't mind", before trying to adjust to his size.

"Attagirl" John was amused as you finally took all of him, the feeling of your soft walls clenched around his shaft made him harder. Flexibility is also one of any athletes' standards, what a good fuckin' girl, John thought.

You began to move your hips up and down, nails leaving long scratches on John's muscular torso as your breasts pressed against his with each of your movements. The lustful noises from where you two attached and the way John held your waist and bit your collarbone made the pleasure inside you boil over and over again. The man knows that you wouldn't stop him from marking on your body even though your club would definitely buzz around because of these obvious love bites.

"You're taking me so gud, luv, this pussy's made for me, eh?"

You moaned as his tip violantly abused your cervix, too fucked out to give him a proper answer. John growled, his fingers gripping your waist to press your body down onto his cock.

"John, 'm close, cum with me…please cum with me" you pressed your face into the crook of his neck and mumbled. You pinched your red nipple and tortured your puffy clit, tears falling from your eyes in pleasure and overstimulation. Silent scream escaped you as just after a few more thrusts, John shot his warm seed inside you.

It took some shallow breaths, your sweaty frames unable to separate from each other, apparently from the lovemaking afterglow. John cupped your cheeks and pulled you back to face him, "I know ya need to be wooed 'fore allowing anybody to do this but…" you patiently waited for John to continue. "Ya free this Sunday, luvie?"

Your eyes sparked up and you gave him a soft giggle for his endearing self, John still waiting for your approval with amusement in his glance.

"Is Chinatown alright, Captain?" you asked playfully with a hoarse voice and the older man replied with obvious pleased chuckle, "Yes, ma'am".

[aliypop]

A Long Time Coming

Word count: 635

Prompt: It's 1968 Elvis and Cecelia have had a rough time trying for a baby until their third bundle of joy comes along and leaves their world All Shook Up.

Warning: Mention of Miscarriage

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Note: Multiple Stories in one! But Also I did finish reading Lisa's book and I got inspired.

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Memphis, Tennessee, February 1st, 1968

Cecelia and Elvis were nestled closely under the soft, warm blankets in their cozy bed, the morning light gently streaming through the curtains. Today was a special day, the birthday of their beloved twins, Jesse and Elaine. But also soon the birth of their third child, only they hadn't known it yet. The peacefulness of the morning wrapped the couple up by the faint chirping of birds outside. They exchanged sleepy glances as they turned once more in the covers. That was until Jerry rushed into their bedroom.

"The baby, she's here!" Jerry shouted.

"What baby..." Elvis said a bit groggy; after all, he was still half asleep.

"The baby!"

The couple then jolted out of bed, rushing to meet this new bundle of joy. Elvis and Cecelia had been trying to have a third child; with the stress in their lives and busy schedules, her body would only reject the idea of another baby. So they searched for a surrogate, a young girl Elvis had befriended in his days in the military.

"When was she born?" Elvis asked in between brushing his teeth.

"This morning," Jerry smiled, "She's healthy; she's got your eyes and everything." Cecelia's heart melted at the thought.

"What a gift for the twins," Cecelia giggled, taking her rollers out of her hair; they wanted to make a strong impression on their daughter.

"Mama, are you woke yet?" Jesse nearly shouted; he was seven as of today. Cecelia laughed, walking downstairs as he was still in his pajamas.  

"What's wrong, sugar lump?"  

"Nothing, Mama, I just wanted to see you." He hugged her. "Happy birthday, Jesse." She kissed his forehead. Jesse was an early bird like her, while Elaine was much like her daddy; so much so, that even her pajamas had EP on them.  

Elvis soon came downstairs as Elaine walked out of her bedroom, which was once her grandmother's, "Daddy what's goin' on." She asked rubbing her eyes, her hair a mess, but that was still his little biscuit, "It's a surprise sweetheart." He winked at her as she groaned. There was a knock on the back door as two nurses stood there holding a brunette-haired baby who was swaddled up.

"Congratulations." The nurse said handing the baby to Elvis, "She's beautiful..." Cecelia gasped looking at the baby.

"What are you gonna name her Papa..." Jesse asked, Elaine a bit reluctant to see her.

"Lisa Marie,"

"When's her birthday?" Jesse asked,

"Today," Cecelia said, holding her to her heart.

"ELLA SHE HAS OUR BIRTHDAY!" Jesse gasped, "Can I see her mama, please!" He asked as Elaine got closer,

"Okay, but you gotta support her head, she's a baby." Elvis watched as his son held Lisa, the way his eyes lit up was like he found a purpose in life.

"I'm gonna love you forever and ever... You're my baby now, ya hear." Elaine walked closer as she looked at her little sister,

"She's wrinkly..."

Weeks had passed and readjusting to a baby in the house was a bit... Well, it was stressful, especially when Lisa went missing, and Cecelia and Elvis were on the hunt, they checked the nursery, Dodgers room, the TV Room, and even the pool room, but then coming from a certain bedroom were disgruntled noises of distress, "You don't have breast, Jesse!"

"Shut up Elaine! I'm trying to help Mama!" Jesse sighed, trying to get Lisa to latch onto him, watching the scene unfold Cecelia and Elvis began laughing trying not to blow their cover,

"You're holding her wrong!" Elaine said as she held Lisa, Lisa cooed in her arms as Elaine smiled at her,

"Waa!"

"Hi... Lisa" Elaine said rocking her, as she felt her finger being gripped on her heart melting.

This was the start of something new.

SHOULD I DO MORE FICS WITH THE TWINS?

[lovelolo]

10:03 am - August 5th, 2022.

After mom passed away, the idea of death changed in my brain. It was like trying to divide by zero. It didn't make sense. One minute, they're here, and the next, they don't exist anymore? How? They slip over to somewhere they can't return from, and it's radio silence. No way to ever talk to them again. It's so absolute. I'm stating the obvious, but it didn't feel so obvious before.

The day she was hospitalized, we found out that she wouldn't be returning home again. It was a countdown to her dying because they told us that she couldn't go on living like this anymore, despite us doing such a good job taking care of her for so many years. The process was brutal, and it's what hurts the most when my mind drifts back to that week. We had to shut her off, like when you force shut down a computer. It felt wrong, and it was hard to watch. She was hospitalized on the 1st. On the 3rd, my dad and I signed the paperwork, and on the 5th, she passed away.

The morning she passed, my dad and I had gone home to shower and eat real quick before returning to the hospital. We left my sister asleep on the couch by Mom. I had just started shampooing my hair when I heard my dad yell and scream from the kitchen that she had died. My sister was on the phone with him. I remember rushing out of the shower and trying to put on clothes while my body was still wet. We ran to the car and drove to the hospital as fast as possible.

I was reminded of all this because I finished watching Mr. Plankton just now, and it triggered all sorts of feelings. It was a wonderful show. There were lots of laughs but also a lot of sadness and reminders of death approaching. Those days at the hospital, waiting for her to die, I had imagined what the moment of her death would be like. Would it be something loud and intense or quiet and not noticeable? I wanted to be by her side when it happened, but instead, I was at home showering.

Anyway. I cried a little, and now I'm trying to focus on getting some work done. ♥️