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[dindjarindiaries]

WRITER'S CHOICE

These are my personal favorite stories that I've written so far, as well as my favorite stories written by others.

This list will be changed and/or added to over time as new stories emerge.

You can also read my stories on my AO3.

My ratings are as follows: G (all ages), T (13+), M (18+)

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MY STORIES

DIN DJARIN SERIES

security* • fem!oc An ex-princess forced to hide and fight for her life, Astra is now on the run with a Mandalorian and a foundling, trying to protect the three of them from the threat of death that creeps around every corner accompanied by a tracking fob. ↳ This series will always be special to me for so many reasons, but mainly because it was the first Din Djarin story I ever wrote. Din and Astra have such a beautiful relationship that I've loved developing over the years. This story is also like a time capsule, as it's constantly being added to the more they create new Mandalorian content. It's very nostalgic to go back and see how my writing has improved over the years through this story alone.

bloodlust* completed • fem!reader A daring favor from Boba Fett sends you and Din undercover together—as a married couple. When tensions rise and mysteries unravel, you’re left to determine what’s real from what’s not before your time runs out. ↳ I truly didn't expect to love this story as much as I did when I started writing it, but I had a ton of fun with this one. It really brings out a very honest yet sensual depiction of Din's character that was really fun to explore. It also allowed me to give him a modern twist without taking Din outside of the Star Wars universe.

DIN DJARIN ONE-SHOTS

ni ceta par gar (i kneel for you)* • reader When Mando needs emotional release, you seek to fulfill your pining by offering something neither one of you can resist—something that could change everything. ↳ Anyone who knows me knows I'm not really a spicy gal, but this story was a fun experiment that turned into something I honestly loved. I adore the way Din behaves in this story, especially in the latter half. It's got a really nice balance between angst, spice, fluff, and hurt/comfort.

united we fall • reader Din’s unable to control the Darksaber and accidentally hurts you with it, leaving behind a deep scar on your body and his mind. ↳ This story was my first response to Din returning in TBOBF, and as an angst girlie, I eat this kind of hurt/comfort right up. It was heartbreaking to depict what Din would have done in this situation, but the comfort he receives is a perfect balm. I come back to this one a lot, and with each new one-shot, I try to recreate whatever energy I created here.

love me louder • reader Your secret romance with the Mandalorian is put at risk when you find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time. ↳ Forbidden/secret romances are gonna do it for me every time, and it was so fun to bring one to life in this one-shot. Protective Din is my favorite, so to depict that along with the reader character's own strength and reassurance was a really fun balance. I just live for the high-stakes moment in this one.

doomsday • reader You and Din are interrogated by Moff Gideon, who has quickly realized you’re the best weapon he has to use against the Mandalorian. ↳ Like I mentioned earlier, I'm an angst girlie, especially with a hefty dose of hurt/comfort when I can. There's not a ton of physical comfort here, but the emotional comfort throughout the torture was delicious to bring to life. This one is a true testament to what I think Din's strength, mentally and physically, would be in a situation like this.

HUNTER SERIES

senator’s shadow • fem!reader Clone Force 99 is assigned as your protection when you embark on a risky diplomatic mission, and a certain sergeant starts to get protective of you. ↳ Besides the fact that this is my only Hunter series so far (with at least two more coming soon!), this story has been really special to me as of late. It's helped me to bring multiple personalities to life in a way that I think and hope is faithful and accurate, and it also has a delicious tension in its main relationship that's been super fun to develop.

HUNTER ONE-SHOTS

borrowed time • reader You can’t stop staring at Hunter during a mission, and little do you know just how distracting it is for both him and you. ↳ If you know, you know. This one was born out of a single idea that I told myself I had to sit down and write right away, and that's exactly what happened. It's a simple concept, but that payoff at the end is just... probably one of my most intense kissing scenes I've ever written!

at victory’s end• reader You help Hunter to recover from the lasting effects of Hemlock’s torture on Tantiss. ↳ This was my response to the series finale, and for anyone who, like me, yearned to comfort him after those intense events, this one really hits. I do wish I could have expanded it more, but I'm still satisfied with the end result. Seeing Hunter go right into protector mode after he recovers is very on-brand.

in peace, there is love• reader Months after Tantiss in the peacefulness of Pabu, you find it impossible to ignore the feelings you’ve always had for Hunter. ↳ After making characters go through a lot of angst and hurt/comfort, this was a really sweet thing to explore. I especially had a wonderful time describing what Hunter would look like in the height of their retirement era. I hope it's just the first of many retired-Hunter-on-Pabu stories that I'll write.

MY RECOMMENDATIONS

DIN DJARIN SERIES

healer completed • fem!reader → @bestintheparsec You’re medically trained and meet the Mandalorian by chance. Over time, you become more than just a crew member. ↳ This series is the reason why I made this blog and started writing for this fandom. It will always have a special place in my heart because of that. This one truly helped to set the standard for classic Din x reader tropes during/just after season 1 premiered. It's a beautiful, heartfelt ride.

the lovely moons* • blind!reader → @vercopaanir Din buys your freedom and saves your from servitude to instead take you in as a paid crew member. As you help him with the child, you become much closer, your fates now intertwined. ↳ This story reads like a book. Din is very accurately characterized, and there's both faithfulness to canon and some new compelling adventures with high stakes. This one really has it all: incredible writing, heart-stopping action, and a sweet, sweet romance at the heart of it all.

DIN DJARIN ONE-SHOTS

protector • fem!reader → @aerynwrites When the ship is attacked unexpectedly, Din does everything he can to protect you, but you both end up being taken. When they suggest torturing you, Din offers to get tortured instead to save you. ↳ I said it before and I'll say it again: I eat these kinds of angsty hurt/comfort stories UP! This is one of the first I remember reading, and clearly, it's made a massive impact on me. I think about this one all the time. It's such a classic that I revisit time and time again.

HUNTER SERIES

what is this feeling • fem!reader → @masterjedilenawrites You grow close to Hunter when he and the squad are residing with you and protecting your home, but the time comes for them to leave. Misunderstandings lead to jealousy until you're forced to confess how you feel about him. ↳ This Hunter story lives in my mind rent-free all the time. I've already re-read it a few times and I only discovered it a few months ago. This has not only wonderful characterizations of the entire squad, but also just a super sweet and meaningful romance at the center of the story, even when you're yelling at them for not understanding one another.

Have a Din Djarin or Hunter story you'd like me to read? Submit it here, and I'll do my very best to check it out!

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[soulofapatrick]

Words in the Dust - Tommy Miller x Reader

Summary: Tommy has a surprise for you 

Words: 2.3K 

Warnings: fluff

Notes: can make a spicy part two if y’all want it

Y/N’s POV

“Please can I open my eyes now,” I’m begging, feeling rather unbalanced atop my horse while Tommy is leading the way, a proud chuckles the only response I get from him. He woke me up bright and early, telling me to get dressed and that we were going on an adventure which I could not say no to. Like I’d say no to spending quality, alone time with Tommy anyway. The man doesn’t know how head over heels I am for him and currently I’d like to keep it that way in fear he’ll leave me if he finds out I want more than this. 

“We’re almost there.” Tommy finally speaks, voice low and soothing, not knowing what he does to me. He’s chuckling again as I squirm in my saddle, the sound of hooves hitting concrete my only hint at where we are. The air carries a different scent to the familiarity of the woods we were in before. It’s a mixture of dampness, like the smell of water damage, and something more subtle but familiar. I take in a deep breath, trying to decipher the aroma. It’s an intriguing blend, both earthy and urban, with a hint of something reminiscent of forgotten dreams. 

As Tommy leads us further along what I’m assuming is a road, the scents intensify. I can sense a shift in the atmosphere, a transition from the openness of nature to something more enclosed. The air growing denser, carrying whispers of an unseen world around me. It’s like with every passing moment, the scents become more and more pronounced. I catch a whiff of aged concrete and traces of old life, intermingled with the faint sweetness of nature. 

“Tom-“ 

“Alright sweetheart,” Tommy cuts me off, our horses coming to a stop and I can sense his presence as he dismounts. The next moment, his strong and familiar hands find my waist, guiding me out of my saddle and onto my feet. My heart quickening in response, anticipation flooding my veins. He’s guiding me forwards, my feet stumbling a little on the road and he catches me immediately, pulling me so close I can feel the rumble in his chest and can smell the vanilla cologne he uses. 

“Open your eyes darlin’.” He whispers, voice filled with a mixture of excitement and tenderness. His breath ghosts my neck and my skin is ablaze at how close he is, stubble grazing my ear. The air is pregnant with anticipation, and I can practically taste the moment about to unfold. 

With a flutter of anticipation, I slowly allow my eyes o open, taking in the scene before me. As my vision clears, I see it - a bookshop, standing tall amidst the remnants of the city. Its facade, though weathered and worn, still holds a sense of quiet dignity. It sends a sense of awe flushing through me as I take in the sight. The bookshop stands as a testament to resilience, a place where stories were once shared and cherished. It’s a sanctuary, untouched by the chaos that surrounds it. 

The windows, though dusty, hint at the treasures within - a world of knowledge and imagination waiting to be explored. The sight of those books, waiting patiently on the shelves, fills me with a sense of longing and excitement. Here, in this forgotten bookshop, lies the possibility of discovering forgotten tales and unravelling the mysteries of the past. 

I takes all my willpower but turn my head, away from the shop and to Tommy, breath hitching in my throat when I realise how close we are, “Thank you Tom,” I say softly, voice filled with genuine appreciation and shaking a little, “This is… it’s perfect.” 

Tommy beams, his cognac eyes reflecting the joy I feel in my heart, “I knew you’d like it.” He says, voice filled with satisfaction, mirroring the shit-eating grin he’s got plastered on those oh so kissable lips, “Come on, let’s have a look inside.” He’s finding my hand and gently tugging me forwards. His touch sends shovers down my spine, igniting a fire within me. I willingly follow his lead, our hands intertwined, as we step across the threshold into the realm of forgotten tales and undiscovered secrets. 

As we enter, a sense of reverence washes over me. The atmosphere is hushed, as if the books themselves are whispering their stories, inviting us to listen. The air carries a scent of aged paper and ink, an intoxicating perfume that stirs my imagination. Tommy squeezes my hand once more, as if to say ‘I’ll be right here, go have fun’. I’m glancing back at him before I can’t hold back anymore, letting his hand go and speed walking further into the store. 

The shelves tower above, adorned with rows upon rows of books, each one a gateway to a different world. The store seems to hold its own pulse, a heartbeat echoing through the hallowed aisles. The books beckoning me, their spines creating a tapestry of faded colours and titles. I’m reaching out, running my fingers along their edges, feeling the roughness of time and the stories they hold. The touch of each book leaves a trace of dusk on my fingers, evidence of their neglected beauty. 

With every step, I’m immersed in the world of literature, captivated by the diversity of genres and subjects. Fiction to non-fiction intermingle, classics and contemporary works sharing the same space, creating a rich tapestry of knowledge and imagination. The shelves seem to lean in, drawing me closer to their secrets. The books whisper to me, their stories screaming to be heard. There are books of all shapes and sizes, their bindings worn with age, yet still holding the allure of untold tales. Some have cracked spines, evidence of well-loved companions that have been read and reread over the years. Others remain pristine, waiting patiently for someone to embark on their first adventure. 

Amidst the whispers of the books, I barely register Tommy’s voice calling me from somewhere to my right, “Darling?” My attention is wholly captured by the enchantment of the bookshop, its allure irresistible. I lose myself in the exploration, feeling like an intrepid explorer venturing into uncharted territory.  

But then, as if guided by an invisible thread, I catch a glimpse of  Tommy down another aisle. He has a book in hand, head bowed as he scans the pages. My heart swells at the sight : the evening light casts a warm glow upon him, illuminating his curly black hair that dances with silver strands, a testament to the passage of time. His features are a captivating blend of rugged masculinity and boyish charm. 

His sun-kissed skin, smooth and inviting, beckons to be touched. The freckles sprinkled across his cheeks and nose only add to his allure, lending him an innocent air that contrasts beautifully with his masculine presence. His russet eyes, normally vibrant and lively, take on a lighter cognac hue in the evening light. The curls that frame his face fall with casual elegance, their playful tendrils adding to his charismatic appeal. A small goatee and well-groomed moustache accentuates his strong jawline. 

Tommy's attire complements his physique impeccably. The blue button-up shirt he wears hugs his broad chest and sculpted arms, accentuating his strength. His blue denim jacket, lined with soft fleece, adds an extra layer of rugged charm to his ensemble. With every movement, the fabric of his clothing molds to the contours of his body, hinting at the toned muscles beneath. My eyes trace the lines of his silhouette, lingering on his muscular arms and thick thighs, fuelling memories of stolen glances and late-night fantasies. The juxtaposition of his physical strength and boyish innocence creates an irresistible magnetism that has ensnared my heart. 

Lost in the moment, I revel in the sight of Tommy, the embodiment of both ruggedness and tenderness. As he turns a page in the book he holds, his brows furrow in concentration, his features reflecting a mixture of curiosity and fascination. It's moments like these that make me fall even deeper for him, appreciating not only his physical beauty but also his intellectual depth. 

As if feeling me watching him, he looks up, those warm eyes lighting up and silently beckoning me over. It’s like my feet have a mind of their own as I’m moving towards him, unable to resist him. The air crackles with anticipation, a tangible energy that draws us closer, as if we share a secret language, unspoken words floating between us. 

He sets the book aside, his gaze never leaving mine, and takes a step closer. The space between us seems to shrink, the world around us fading into insignificance. His voice low and husky, reaches my ears like a sweet melody. 

“Couldn’t resist joining me, could you?” He teases, his eyes sparkling with mischief. His fingers brush against mine, sending a shiver of electricity through my body, “I though the books had captured your heart completely.” 

A soft chuckle escapes my lips, my gaze locked with his, “The books can wait,” I reply, my voice filled with a mixture of playfulness and longing, “But you… you’re far too captivating to resist.” 

I’m not sure where this confidence is coming from as the moment hangs in the air, thick with unspoken desire. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Tommy’s guiding me backwards, my back gently meeting the edge of one of the bookshelves. The sensation sends a thrill coursing through my veins, heightening the intensity of the moment. He closes the distance between us, body pressed against mine, creating a delicious friction that ignites a fire within me. 

I can feel his warm breath against my lips as he leans in, his eyes locked with mine, a playful smirk gracing his features. His proximity sets my heart racing, anticipation mingling with desires. It’s a tantalising dance, a game of seduction we are both willingly partaking in. His lips hovering just inches away from mine, teasingly close yet keeping me yearning for me. The anticipation builds, the tension thickening with each passing second. I can almost taste the sweetness of his kiss, feel the gentle pressure of his lips against mine. 

But Tommy lingers, relishing in the whine that leaves my throat, His eyes trace the contours of my face, gaze filled with longing and unspoken promises. He’s a master of seduction, teasing me with his proximity, making me ache for the connection we both crave. I’m desperate for him to stop teasing, biting my lower lip, a subtle invitation, a silent plea for him to close the gap. The desire in my eyes matches his own, fuelled by a love that yearns to be fully expressed. My fingertips graze the fabric of his jacket, yearning to pull him closer and feel his lips on mine. 

It seems to be all that it takes for Tommy to give in to the magnetic pull. His lips collide with mine in a passionate, intoxicating kiss. The kiss is a symphony of passion, each movement carefully orchestrated to convert the depth of our desire. Tommy’s hands, strong yet tender, find their place on the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. The heat of his touch sears through the fabric of my clothing, igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume us both. His fingers dance with gentle urgency, tracing delicate patterns along my spine, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. 

Our mouths move in perfect synchrony, a dance of exploration and longing. His lips, soft yeet insistent, mold against mine with a hunger that mirrors my own. The taste of him, a delicious combination of warmth and desire, fills my sense, leaving me intoxicated and craving more. The faint scent of old books and dust mingles with the subtle aroma of Tommy's cologne, creating a unique fragrance that becomes synonymous with this passionate encounter. It's a heady mixture, evoking a sense of nostalgia and excitement, as if we have stepped into our own private realm of desire and intimacy. 

As the kiss deepens, our bodies press against each other, seeking closer connection. I can feel the steady rhythm of Tommy’s heartbeat, a steady thump against my chest, perfectly mirroring the racing of my own heart. The heat between us intensifies, our shared breaths becoming more ragged and urgent, as if trying to convey the depths of our emotions without words. 

In this stolen moment, the world falls away, leaving only the intoxicating taste of his lips, the warmth of his embrace, and the undeniable connection that binds us together. It’s a kiss that speaks volumes. 

And as we reluctantly break the kiss, our lips parting with a soft, lingering brush, a sense of both longing and contentment fills the air, “Darlin, you’re like a drug. Can’t get enough of you, fuck… I need you.” 

“I need you too.” I’m choking out, heat pooling between my thighs, making me gain the confidence to guide him to a table full of books stacked high. An animalistic desire in me has me shoving all the books aside, the toppling of them to the floor sounding like an earthquake but I don’t care with the way Tommy’s looking at me. His eyes so dark they’re almost black when I hop up onto the table and spread my legs enough to pull in between them, drawing him down for another kiss,

“But your books…” He murmurs, with very little resistance to the impending kiss. 

“We can get more.” 

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[official-zerg-fangirl]

How about an Au where kerrigan doesn't get kidnapped in new gettysburg by the Zerg but somehow gets a connection with the overmind and is human up until the end of Broodwar.

(thanks so much for playing along with my silliness)

ALRIGHT SO FIRST OFF-

There's two fucking directions we can go with this: what would Blizzard write, and what would I write. this is actually a dichotomy I find myself looking at sometimes, usually when it comes to the reasoning behind certain character choices. (for example: Blizzard's explanation for Izsha is probs something like "the campaign would be boring if Kerrigan had no one to talk to", but *my* explanation is a deranged rant about Kerrigan's lingering humanity)

SO let's go over both possibilities. fuck it. It's 11pm and I'm finally ready to explore the spicy idea you've presented to me.

Blizzard Version

Blizzard has a comic booky attitude when it comes to writing, I've noticed. Not always, but enough times to be notable. which is to say, I don't think they're gonna get bogged down with details like "what the fuck does she eat on an abandoned space platform" and will be more focused in making her look like a badass for surviving the full might of the Swarm.

first: how does she connect to the Overmind? such a feat of tapping into an alien hivemind is in and of itself a moment of badassery, and Blizzard will probably want this Overmind connection to be the very thing that saves her. which makes this tricky, bcs, as I pointed out, you'd think it'd telegraph her presence to the zerg.

you'd think.

but what if it didn't.

what if she had figured out a way to slip her mind in, used her telepathy to 'listen in' on the psionic communications of the Swarm, and then, could covertly send untraceable thoughts along the same frequency. and she initially uses this to misdirect the zerg, give false orders.

then she begins outright commanding them in this way.

then the cerebrates notice. and call out to her.

this would be the new Zerg campaign tutorial. instead of escorting the chrysalis, you're discovering and unraveling the hidden rogue element that seems capable of communicating with you directly. and bcs Blizzard did this in real life, I think they'd want to conceal Kerrigan's identity as this mysterious rogue element up until like mission 4, wherein she unveils her true identity to... Raynor. who's been dreaming about her. because just like in canon, she called out to him.

but before she leaves Char (don't ask how she got onto Char), the Overmind intercepts her with... an offer. idk lets say blizz planned the Amon shit from the beginning (It could go either way tbh like maybe they had this all planned out from the start maybe they didnt maybe something in between - whatever!), so okay the Overmind is looking for a free agent that can break the Zerg free of their master's control. this rogue element is a pain in the ass, but she's also an opportunity.

by this point, Kerrigan's learned a lot about the zerg. A lot of shit she's been keeping to herself (but you the player know she's learned this stuff - in the mission briefings, she's had extensive dialogues whenever she anonymously interjected herself into the communications. angry interjections. she'd been listening, and she's furious). But she knows they're not simply a mindless swarm. she knows the humans are ultimately just a step in a grand process. these aliens are actually hunting down the Protoss. they just need something to crack Aiur.

... and that's what the Overmind offers to her. The Zerg will leave these Terrans alone - no, they will aid her friend and wage war on the Dominion. So long as she helps them reach Aiur.

[Raynor voice] "alright Sarah, so we've gotta... Sarah? Sarah, where'd you go?"

and anyways the rest of the campaign has a human ghost making a deal with the devil more directly in order to fulfill her desperate need for revenge. in Brood War, she's commanding the zerg in basically the same way she does in the first half of HotS, but with the added bonus of every time people interact with her, she looks and sounds ever so slightly less human, as the zerg infection slowly seeps in...

...

... Aight, so what would I do?

My Version

let's make something clear: Kerrigan surviving New Gettysburg definitely does not mean she's out of the fucking woods. let us fucking remember she's "killed" because her evac is G O N E. She's on a fucking space platform being overrun by bugs attracted to the scent of her goddamn psionics she is so deeply and unequivocably screwed. if she manages to establish a psionic connection to the overmind? oh that's just worse: she's telegraphing her presence directly to the hive mind! She can't hide, she can't run, and she sure as fuck can't fight.

don't worry, I have a secret weapon: it's an absolutely deranged concept that I originally wrote for that fanfic I mention way too often on this blog. in fact I think I've mentioned this exact concept a few times.

you know, the one where I have decided that the Zerg can't infect a ghost nonconsensually?

"m'am what the fuck" hear me the fuck out: there was a short story. Now it's been a while since the wiki dive where I read the synopsis of that story, but if I recall correctly, the main character was a psionic human, who Kerrigan had tried to infect, and there was like some parallels drawing they did, and then like, it failed or some shit, like instead of being the super smart and fully psionic infected human like Kerrigan is, our tragic hero instead just became a zombie like every other infected terran. ... I think that's how it went? and the story didn't fully elaborate on why, but listen to me. listen.

y'all do realize the zerg hive mind operates on psionics right? that's why psionic disruptors fuck with them so hard. by the way, this is also why "de-zerged" Kerrigan is capable of commanding the zerg - it's not actually a unique biological feature, it's a specific psychic frequency that other species just haven't figured out how to access (and if they have, they're not recognized as sufficient authority to be making commands).

but like okay. it's psionics.

and in HotS, we see that zerg do in fact have a sort of individuality and are not in fact under constant direct mind control. it's just that the vast majority of zerg units have animal-level intellects and have the instinct to respect and defer to beings that communicate to them with sufficient psionic power... or maybe just the right psionic "passcode".

so... maybe that's why assimilating a psionic is so problematic. a psionic has better standing to resist assimilation. think of it like this: zerg react to projected power. to the zerg, and to any normal assimilated human, the commands of something like the overmind are speaking like. super fucking loud. like big booming voice.

but let's say you're a psionic. and you're pretty accustomed to that type of booming voice, because you can make it yourself. are you going to bow to this king when you're as strong as he is? I didn't think so.

so let's say this is true. the overmind cannot assimilate kerrigan until she agrees to it. at the same time, the overmind is like "alright but we sure as fuck shouldn't kill her bcs she's a really strong psionic (this is canon btw - kerrigan's an absurdly strong psionic. again, Blizzard is kinda comic booky sometimes), and I kinda want strong psionics, like when would i get this opportunity again? hrm... I'll just let her hang around this platform until she realizes joining us is a good idea."

so the overmind reaches out, tells her to surrender and join the zerg. Kerrigan, spooked out of her mind that something impossibly ancient is talking inside her head, says fuck no and shoots holes into a few more hydralisks. overmind's like. "okay. I can be patient. good luck."

and thus begins this intensely awkward prolonged period, where kerrigan tries her best to get off of here, while intimately aware of the fact that she's only alive because she's been *spared*. all the while, she's paying attention to the voice inside her head... and then she unlocks the 'frequency' of zerg communications.

then she figures out how to take advantage of it.

now we get into a scenario pretty similar to blizzard's version, wherein Kerrigan becomes this "rogue element" that the Overmind is tolerating, and who is still the key to them reaching Aiur, but this time her relationship to the Overmind is much more antagonistic. She's trying to take advantage of her connection to the zerg, not work with them. and the Overmind lets her "commandeer" even an entire brood (Zasz died and she said "oh cool can i have it"), because what Kerrigan doesn't realize is that the Overmind actually totally wants her to get used to commanding the Zerg.

after all, this is the destiny it laid out for her. She will become a fine queen, once she truly accepts her future...

by the point of Brood War, she's opened up to Raynor about her awkward relationship with the Zerg, and both of them are understandably worried. However, it seems like her power over them is useful, and nothing bad's happening... yet.

and then a diplomatic fiasco at Shakuras. that one protoss didn't trust her wisdom, and she lashed out.

her anger seems to grow as she brings the scattered zerg under her thrall. she realizes her body is changing... frankly, she's let the zerg infect her, bit by bit. she has nothing to fear from it, after all. The Overmind made it clear that, as a ghost, her will could not be subjugated, and now that the Overmind is dead, there's nothing for her will to be subjugated to, anyways... so why not use the zerg to improve her capabilities?

Raaynor has objections to this. and then he has objections when she betrays her former allies. he wonders when his friend turned into a monster... not realizing, of course,

nothing's changed in her at all.

she's just come to truly understand the unconditional loyalty of the Zerg. the respect they give her as their queen. the power they offer. the ability to exact vengeance on those who wronged her (and oh so many have wronged her).

Humanity's never really fit her, anyways.

[writtengalaxies]

Ghost of You

Characters: Head Engineer, The Captain (kind of)

Word Count: 589

Spicy Rating: I'm sorry, this one's just really sad.

The figure had to be...something explainable, something logical, right? Standing there, at the foot of his bed in the middle of the night. Maybe this was...well, not a nightmare exactly, but a bad dream. Maybe he was so goddamn tired after not sleeping more than a handful of hours a night for the past few months, after the wormhole dumped him here. He kept hoping, kept waiting for it to reappear, to take him back where he belonged, back with his ship, his crew, his captain.

Last week, he swore he heard Celci's chiding tone while passing a playground, only to turn and find a teacher trying to corral a bunch of preschoolers. The week before that, he thought he heard Gunther cursing out someone else as he passed by a bar late one night, unable to sleep. Weeks before that, he could have sworn that one of the construction crew working on the new parking garage was a dead-ringer for Burt's rare non-poetic speeches.

It had been months since he had last seen any of them, and he missed all of them, even Celci.

But that was his captain standing at the foot of his bed now, in full uniform, glowly palely in the faintest thread of moonlight slipping between the blackout curtains. Their head tilted to the side, as it often did when they gave him that small, soft, mysterious smile that hid too many words behind it, too many thoughts going unsaid. He wished in that instant, more than ever before, that they would just say what was behind that smile.

God he missed their voice.

He was starting to forget it, he realized in horror, as the figure did nothing more than look him over, their eyes taking him in. Most likely, he knew, noting silently all the ways he hadn't been sleeping, had barely been taking care of himself. But it didn't matter if this cycle in the wormhole's awful machinations wasn't going to last, did it?

Unless there was no reason for him to keep waiting for the wormhole.

Maybe this was the ghost of his captain, visiting him one last time, because there was no going back. That this was his future now, a life where he had to keep living without them. That things were fixed, and the cost of it all was losing them.

If that was the case, he wanted them to haunt him forever. To stay by him, even if in some cursed, formless way. It was selfish and greedy, but...how was he supposed to find his way forward without his captain by his side? Without his anchor, his compass, his North Star? How was he supposed to live through a lifetime without feeling their steady hand on his arm, squeezing gently to reassure him? Without their smiles, each of them carefully unraveled until he understood each special meaning behind them, knowing the answers behind all of them but the smile they leveled at him now? A lifetime without hearing them laugh again, without seeing their eyes turn to stars in excitement and wonder?

He hadn't blinked, eyes watering from some combination of not wanting to look away and horror at realizing what this vision meant.

"Don't go," he whispered, forcing himself to close his eyes. He never wanted to look away. He had to.

"I'm sorry," the specter whispered back.

He launched towards the foot of his bed, his hand outstretched, hoping desperately to reach them, to hold them there, to be their achor for once.

When he opened his eyes, his hand closing on empty air, they were gone.

[cattatonically]

The Julius House - Charlaine Harris (Aurora Teagarden Mysteries, book 4)

Synopsis

Since she met her fiance Martin Bartell, Roe Teagarden has never been happier. There’s a difference in age and in background, but he seems to know exactly what she wants – like the Julius house. Roe is thrilled when Martin gives her the house as a wedding present. She’s a keen amateur sleuth, and she has always been intrigued by its infamous history: six years ago, the family who lived there disappeared, never to be seen again. As Roe throws herself into renovating the Julius house, her misgivings about Martin’s rather murky past recede. But when Roe is attacked by an axe-wielding maniac, she realises that the secrets inside her four walls – and her brand-new marriage – could destroy her.

My Thoughts

In the throes of a whirlwind romance, Aurora, or Roe as her friends and family know her, was ready to start the adventure of a lifetime – marriage to a man she barely knew. While their romance started quite spicy, I couldn’t but feel that a fair amount of emotional investment was missing. Roe was incredibly smitten very quickly, but Martin seemed to keep his cards very close to his chest. And that didn’t really sit well with me. Neither did the fact that she ignored her friends and family when they tried to talk to her about their concerns in regards to Martin. Overall, not really a romance I’m super in favor of, but really, I’m not reading this series for the romance (as lacklustre as it may be).

And with my misgivings out of the way, onto the real reason I wanted to read this book, and this series as a whole – the mystery. The Julius House had a reputation in the small Georgia town of Lawrenceton. The Julius family suddenly disappeared, never to be heard from again, and now Martin has gifted this very house to Roe.

Getting to the heart of the mystery honestly took too many winding turns for my liking. Not in the “there were twists and turns” sort of way, but more in the way that other aspects of the book seemed to distract from the mystery of the Julius House. Winding around these things took time, and honestly left me feeling like I just wanted the book to end, mystery be damned. (I feel like a lot of these things could have been resolved had Roe and Martin gotten to know each other better, or had Martin not been a secretive, manipulative ass, but I digress.)

By the time the mystery is unravelled, I was relieved it was over. Had I not been so frustrated with the rest of the goings on, I most likely could have appreciated the twists, and the turns, and the, quite honestly, convoluted solution to the mystery of the missing Julius family.

After all that, I will say it’s high time I took a break from Aurora Teagarden, and her mysteries. Whether I come back to them or not is also a mystery.

[catfoodblog]

Understanding Arugula and Feline Diets: A Comprehensive Guide

Arugula's Temptation: Can Cats Share Your Greens?

Arugula, known for its peppery allure, stands out as a leafy green loaded with nutrients for humans. But can our feline companions indulge in this flavorful greenery safely? Let's unravel the mysteries of arugula and explore whether it can be an occasional treat or if it's better left for our salad plates.

Delving into Arugula's Nutrient Profile: An Overview

Introduction to Arugula: Also recognized as rocket or roquette, arugula belongs to the brassica family, offering a nutrient-dense option in the world of salad greens. With its distinctively spicy flavor attributed to sulfur compounds, arugula packs a punch of essential vitamins and minerals, including vitamin K, vitamin C, folate, vitamin A, calcium, and potassium, along with beneficial plant compounds. However, while humans can glean nutrition from arugula, the question arises – can cats eat arugula without compromising their unique dietary needs?

Can Cats Partake in Arugula? Navigating Moderation

Exploring Arugula in Feline Diets: In moderation, cats can indeed nibble on small amounts of fresh arugula. The leafy green brings with it a spectrum of vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants that may contribute to skin health, digestion, and immunity. However, it's crucial to acknowledge that arugula is low in the protein and fat that cats require in abundance. Therefore, it should be considered an infrequent snack rather than a staple in a cat’s diet. Feeding large quantities or making it a daily affair could potentially lead to nutritional deficiencies.

Is Arugula Safe for Cats? While a few shreds of arugula 2-3 times per week pose little harm, it's essential to recognize that cats cannot sustain themselves on vegetation alone. Arugula lacks the complete amino acid profile obligate carnivores like cats need. Despite the high moisture content providing extra hydration, relying solely on plant-based foods in the long term could lead to potential issues. The oxalates in arugula may also pose a risk of bladder stones if overfed.

Balancing Risks and Benefits: A Prudent Approach

Arugula's Safety Check: While the occasional small taste of arugula may offer some benefits without significant risks, it's important to emphasize that arugula cannot fulfill a cat’s nutritional needs independently. It lacks the vital animal proteins and fats essential for feline health. Therefore, arugula should be offered sparingly as a snack rather than a staple food.

Arugula's Poisonous Potential: Arugula itself is not poisonous to cats when consumed in moderation. However, wild-grown arugula carries a higher risk of harboring pathogens like salmonella, potentially causing illness if consumed in large amounts. The oxalates in arugula could also contribute to kidney damage if fed excessively over the long term.

Highlighting Arugula's Benefits for Felines: Nutrient Boost in Moderation

Arugula's Nutritional Benefits: In small amounts, arugula can provide some healthy nutrients for cats. It contains vitamin K for proper blood clotting and bone health, vitamin A for vision and immune function, vitamin C for collagen production and antioxidant properties, calcium for skeletal strength, and B vitamins for energy. The bits of fiber in arugula also support digestion. Therefore, incorporating small occasional portions of arugula can be a positive addition to a balanced feline diet.

Navigating Portions: How Much is Just Right?

Feeding Guidelines: Cats can consume about 1-2 small arugula leaves 2-3 times weekly at most. Overfeeding greens could lead to nutritional imbalances or stomach issues. Starting with a pinch of arugula and gradually increasing based on your cat’s reaction is key. It's crucial to view arugula as a minimal treat rather than a foundational element of a cat's diet.

Serving Arugula to Cats: A Gentle Introduction

Feeding Tips: Introduce arugula slowly and in small amounts. Lightly steam or blanch arugula to soften it before feeding. Chop the arugula into tiny pieces, offering just a pinch mixed into your cat’s regular food initially. If tolerated well, you can progress to providing a small leaf a couple of times per week.

Exploring Alternatives: A Variety of Greens and Quality Cat Foods

Healthy Greens: For cats that may not fancy arugula, consider alternatives like catnip, cat thyme, valerian, echinacea, or wheatgrass. Monitoring your cat's reaction and preferences is key.

Quality Cat Foods: Ensure a well-rounded feline diet by opting for reputable brands such as Wellness CORE, Blue Buffalo Wilderness, Taste of the Wild, Newman’s Own Organics, Nature’s Variety Instinct, and Purina Pro Plan.

Concluding Thoughts: A Thoughtful Approach to Feline Treats

In Summary: While the prospect of sharing a bit of arugula with your cat may add variety to their diet, the emphasis should always be on moderation. Cats thrive on a diet rich in animal proteins, making arugula a flavorful supplement rather than a dietary foundation. Enjoy these occasional feline culinary adventures and relish the joy of treating your furry friend responsibly.

[indianmedicalacademy]

From Men to Women: Navigating Acid Reflux Woes Across Ages

Infant Acid Reflux

Acid reflux, also known as gastroesophageal reflux disease (GERD), is a complex ailment gripping different age segments across the population, from infants to the elderly, irrespective of their sex. Life stages provide no exemptions, with discomfort spanning from the cradle to the twilight years. In this blog, we will explore how acid reflux affects various age groups and genders, and what can be done to alleviate the symptoms and improve the quality of life.

Initially, let’s unravel the mystery surrounding infant acid reflux. Commonly mistaken for colic, GERD in babies could lead to respiratory problems and failure to thrive. This is because the lower esophageal sphincter (LES) muscle, which prevents the backflow of stomach acid into the esophagus, is not fully developed in infants. Swaddling an infant securely and holding them upright after feeds can reduce acid reflux symptoms, making meal times less distressing. Additionally, breastfeeding mothers should avoid spicy or acidic foods that might irritate the baby’s digestive system.

Adolescent Acid Reflux

As we move to adolescence, changing hormonal balance and dietary habits might contribute to the emergence of GERD symptoms. Adolescents often indulge in fast food, carbonated drinks, and sweets, which can trigger acid reflux. Moreover, stress from academic and social pressures can also aggravate the condition. It becomes vital at this stage to instil healthy eating patterns, like having smaller, more frequent meals and avoiding late-night snacking. Encouraging physical activity and relaxation techniques can also help in coping with stress and preventing acid reflux.

Adult Acid Reflux

For adults, both men and women, acid reflux can stir up trouble in daily life. Factors such as smoking, prolonged medication use, obesity, and stress can augment the likelihood of acid reflux. While lifestyle modifications often suffice to manage symptoms, chronic conditions might necessitate pharmacological intervention. It’s notable to mention here, a remedy that’s been working subtly in the backdrop, providing aid in heartburn strife, ranitidine — an H2 blocker that reduces the production of stomach acid thereby providing relief. It’s actively prescribed by doctors due to its effectiveness and safety profile.

However, there are some gender-specific aspects of acid reflux that need to be addressed. For women, pregnancy can increase the risk of acid reflux due to hormonal changes and increased pressure on the abdomen. Eating smaller meals, avoiding spicy or fatty foods, sleeping with the head elevated, and taking antacids or ranitidine under medical supervision can help in easing the symptoms. For men, acid reflux can be associated with a higher risk of esophageal cancer due to genetic factors and lifestyle habits. Therefore, men should seek medical attention if they experience persistent or severe acid reflux symptoms.

Elderly Acid Reflux

When discussing the elderly population, age-related weakening of the LES muscle and chronic

medical conditions can enhance the susceptibility to GERD. Regular medical check-ups, mindful eating, and therapies like ranitidine can contribute to better quality of life. However, elderly people should be cautious about potential drug interactions and side effects of ranitidine, especially if they have kidney or liver problems or are taking other medications.

Key Takeaways

To sum up, acid reflux is an ailment that’s not restricted by age or gender. Adopting proactive steps towards lifestyle changes, earnest understanding of the disease course, and implementation of safe interventions such as ranitidine can play an important role in managing this health concern. Remember, your health journey is unique, just like every individual’s battle and triumph over acid reflux.

[keclan]

if crisis core remake comes out before the other two parts of the ffvii remake, doesn't that spoil for new players all of cloud's backstory?

[thestarsarealigning]

The signs as movie tropes and what's beyond

(it's a little chaotic but you'll love it)

Aries Enemies to lovers. But not in the hateful "I blew up your life but you still forgive me because I have beautiful eyes" way, rather in the "You're hot and I'm hot and damn I'm gonna give up villainy for you" way.

Taurus A couple that has been together forever but just can't seem to go the next step, although they both want to, because each of them is just too stubborn to admit how serious their feelings really are. Don't worry, they'll get their happy end, making love in a cornfield when the sun goes down (and both pretending this cliché is disgusting, while secretly really enjoying it).

Gemini Princess Swap with a normal woman*. Makeover and everything inclusive. But in the end, the normal girl gets bored of princess life and decides to become a pirate instead, and the princess decides she doesn't wanna wear the crown and opens a flower shop. Both end up very happy.

Cancer Successful business woman going home to her small home town and falling in love with the baker. In a snowstorm, they're forced to stay in the bakery together just the two of them, and over cookies and bourbon, they get to know each others true selves. The baker has a kid which throws business woman off for a while, but in the end she finds a way to combine her career and her luck.

Leo Somebody falling in love with their mirror self and slowly going insane. But then it turns out it's not actually a reflection, it's actually a celestial being mimicking Leo. In the end, Leo wants to walk through the mirror like a portal, but just that second, drops the mirror and it bursts into a 1000 pieces. For the rest of their life, Leo has to ask themselves: would their other self have been the only one truly worthy of their love?

Virgo Our heroine being under immense pressure by their family to get into the family business, while just wanting to be an artist. Telenovela style complications, twists and turns leading up to a final moment where everything comes down and they see that they were wrong all along and actually they have always been living their dream which is exactly what the family wants, and then they paint the outside of the family company building in bright colors and everyone is happy.

Libra Two people seeing each other for the first time for just a short moment through the tube window, just as it drives out of the train station. They can't stop thinking about each other, do some crazy stuff to find each other, and then tumble into each other when they both least expect it. But they're both already married. (plottwist!)

Scorpio Two people with sky-high dreams doing anything for the realization of their goals. They will be rulers of the world together one day, but oh, what chaos will they leave behind them on their way. It's them against the world. Their bond is the only stable thing left in the universe. Some say it's madness, some say it's romance.

Sagittarius A very curious journalist trying to unravel a secret, meets a guy in the mysterious town where everything went down. Through the story, more and more secrets are unraveled and finally, the journalist has to decide - to give it all up for love, or to publish the story of their life?

Capricorn Old friends who made a marriage pact when they were young, and now they're approaching 50 and have secretly had a crush on each other through all these years. A late love story, spicy with some ruthless cynic jokes and a glimmer of hope for all of us.

Aquarius Optimistic sunshine and grump. They meet each other through unlikely circumstances. They fight. They hug. They discuss. They make up. It's ups and downs from here on out, but they always find their way back to each other.

Pisces Childhood friends to lovers. They're getting married near the swing set where they first met and played at when they were 6 years old. Then they buy a farm and live the most lovely quiet life you could imagine. They start a sustainable food blog.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Can I request a Kai Parker smut

stuck in 1903

kai parker x reader / masterlist

summary; being trapped in the prison world after sacrificing yourself to protect your friends, leads to some very embarrassing and frustrating situations / warnings; kai being an annoying lil shit, mentions of death, smut, possessiveness, imprisonment,

the prison world, perhaps it would have been slightly peaceful if an entrapped witch was not following your every move like an obsessed ghost. he was relentless, stalking his threatening footsteps after your own, prowling for a manner of attention.

“if you stop this whole, ‘let’s walk in y/n’s shadow’ charade, i will have sex with you. can we pursue a deal concerning the matter?” instantly, the witch muted his movements, gripping onto the side of the aisle shelf as he studied you, searching to see if your prospectus contained serious regard.

once he had come to a conclusion, he raised his eyebrows. kai had tried his darnest to keep you contained in that house that he likened to call a home. there was something he didn’t wish for you to discover, he was keeping you isolated from everything within the empty world that his family had banished him to.

that made you think, that it was possible, that perhaps other souls had entered the enclosure of this world, and that was why you were seeking, in the hopes of providing yourself with the comfort that you weren’t alone in this cursed nation with the one, and the only, to your misfortune, kai parker.

there wasn’t much that you knew about him, he was a practical talker, rather than a personal one. he had stocks of questions about the modern world, so that he could relish in the imagery of how much it had evolved without him. a part of you pitied him, but another worried that there was a wisp of darkness that he was hiding.

you didn’t know him, he was a stranger, and that truth made him potentially dangerous. it was safe to always remain on your toes, even if he had a habit of trailing huskily after. it gave him no chance of envisioning you as a sitting duck, every day was the same, but he was the one thing that could change that.

one tip of his mindset, and he could remember that he preferred being alone. and he could kill you, piking you on a stake, despite being human, or using his siphoning hands to drain all life out of your body. this wasn’t your first rodeo with the aftermath of death; bonnie had found a way to bring you back, her power flowed through you, keeping you logically alive, to a fault that was.

parker licked his pork rind exploited lips, collecting the dust from the treat, and bringing it into the cauldron of his mouth. the man was thinking, and that idea alone scared you. however you waited for him to persevere with whatever was unravelling in his mind, although you could have easily passed him by, finding elsewhere to seek salvation.

“is there a due date for that offer, because i’d like to take you up on it right now?” a smirk curved his mouth. perhaps not every day was the same, this was certainly going to be different, that was one thing that was for sure.

he noticed how your shoulders withered from the thought; sex in a grocery store, you had never been so filthy, and despite there being nobody around to bare witness to the sin, it still had your skin crawling. hugging your arms across your chest, you sighed, giving into his slick prompt, leaning your head down out of self disrespect.

kai couldn’t be trusted, you knew that. not for the fact that his own family had sent him here, to wallow in nothing more than the loneliness of his own company. there had to be a reason! nobody’s mother nor father would do such an act for no resolving purpose.

gulping, you finally grew the guts to adjust your gaze on him, and how he tapped his foot, silently demanding a response. “i mean it kai, we have sex, and you stop trailing after me like some stray. you got that?”

he got it. his footsteps came closer to you as he backed you into a shelf along the outer wall, enclosing you against the packets of rustling pork rinds, accidentally crushing their interior contents, as you raised your chin up, obscenely glaring at the mysterious man.

“oh, i heard every word.” he held out his pinkie finger to make a promise, and sickeningly you reached your own out, shaking on it, before he rasped his hand around your wrist, pressing a kiss upon the thin flesh. leaning down, kai attached your lips, humming contently, it had been so long since he had endured the contact of another person.

with his unoccupied hand, he slithered it down your chest, dragging his knuckles down your stomach, before he reached the tender edge of your trousers. he toyed with the band, the action making you stifle any sounds of admitted likening to his teasing; if you did, then he would only continue to do so more.

it felt like forever since you had gotten laid, a large portion of you wanted kai to take you on the spot, which it looked as though that was his intent, and that he definitely would do so. but another felt sick of yourself, these were the extents that you would go to to be left alone, and there was not exactly a plan b if he didn’t.

you wanted to obtain a way out of this place, and possibly the only chance that you had of doing so was to wander away from his ever watching eyes, and strive on your own, trying to discover any evidence of life throughout this semi detached world. you felt like a cattle, being guarded by their herder, he was protecting you from anything that could daunt your mind with realisation.

it wasn’t the fact he was protective, it was more in the terms of possessiveness. though he wanted to leave, he claimed that there was no way out, he was intent on descending your hope of uncovering an escape, from not only the ghost town of your home, but from him also.

“what to first? should i just fuck you or make you blow me?” his teeth toyed with a sly smile, as though he were trying to convince you into a conflict regarding the answer. but instead of growing a fuzzy brain, you simply glared at him, pushing his fingers out from where they had slipped under the top of your bottoms, leaving the man to be a confused mess; it was kinda cute, but for all you knew, his often sublime attitude.

“i didn’t say foreplay parker, only sex was on the table. and that will be all you’re getting, unless you want me to leave you high and dry, and find another resolve to rid myself of your attached escapades of following after me like there’s a wire attached from me to you.”

“fine.” he raised his hands in a motion of surrender, chuckling lightly to himself. “i was just testing my luck, which is clear that i don’t have.” he turned, his brows going up higher on his face as he saw a variety of boxes stacked on one of the shelves. he picked one up, reading over the scripture as you scoffed.

“i don’t think your gonna need xxl, unless you’re going to cum that much since nobody has had their hands on you for a long time. you’ve had to suffice and please yourself for how long again?”

“spicy, i like it. eh, you’re right anyways.” he tossed the box down the aisle, grasping for another like a kid in the candy store, this time it was for the variety of average sized men. kai aggressively ripped the box open, causing the contents of packets to spill all over the ground.

“are you incapable of doing anything like a grown ass man?” it was irritating just watching him fail to do ordinary everyday tasks. he was destructive, and it seemed to be a large part of his personality.

“you won’t be asking that in a minute y/n/n.” he sent you a gruelling wink, making you inherently gulp, watching as he plucked a singular condom off the ground, holding it between his teeth as he began to unbuckle his belt, starting towards you.

“whatever you say kai.” rolling your eyes at his constant cockiness, you pried open your jeans, dropping your panties to the ground, as you caught kai frozen, with a slight swab of drool bathing his bottom lip. “come on, i am waiting, so hurry your ass up before i get bored of doing so.”

“you want this as much as i do, you just won’t admit it.” he lightly sneered towards you, and you felt your body flush with composed embarrassment. perhaps you had thought about the ordeal a little during the time you had been there, but there had to be some excuse! he was the only guy in a worldwide radius, that was a reasonable enough purpose.

when he was rid of apparel on his lower half, he rolled the protection onto his length, as he pinned you completely flush against the shelves of the aisle, one of his hands cupping your ass, before he helped you clamber into his arms, as he held your weight up.

you wrapped your legs expertly around his waist, biting your lip as he ran the tip of his cock against your clit, and then pushed into your walls, his moans reverberating erotically along the column of your throat, as he trailed his lips against your tender flesh.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” he uttered as he began to thrust. it had been a long time since kai had endured any physical contact, let alone like this. the siphon was relishing in it, slipping his cock in and out of your folds as though that was his lifelong purpose.

for the first time in many years, he no longer felt trapped, he had inched into a small paving of freedom, all because he was inherent not to leave you to abandon alone. you too were also caught up in the web of pleasure, you didn’t here two specific sets of footsteps enter the store, searching for the witch that had claimed that he knew of a route out of this subordinate hell.

they had survived the enduring loss of their own freedom, being sucked from the force of a collapsing vacuum into this lonesome reality. the other side had fallen, and so had their jaws, as they saw kai not only having sex, but with you, their lost friend whom had given her life to previously save them from complicated doom.

bonnie felt borderline disgusted as she watched you shut your eyes and try to bounce yourself on the man’s cock, whilst damon was specifically disappointed. your hands rasped around his shoulders, though their grip tightened as your name was called.

as you turned and saw your friends, it all suddenly made sense. from kai’s behaviour, to his lack of inclination to leave you alone, it was clear that he was hiding you from them and vice versa. “bonnie, damon!” you gasped, unsure of how you were supposed to compose yourself throughout this predicament.

“yes, bon bon, damey.” kai mocked with a roll of his eyes, as he remained still to his own dismay. “could you maybe give us five minutes, we kinda weren’t done here. just let us finish, and- ow!” you slapped the side of his face, scrambling to situate yourself out of his menacing grip.

with downturned eyes, you hastily pulled your clothes back up into place, glaring at the siphon. “you knew didn’t you? you knew that these were my friends and you purposely made sure i was distanced from them!” you growled at kai, your eyes fluttering with disregard for the imprisoned magician.

“well if i had, then you’d be less inclined to spend time with me, and this, would never have happened.” his fingers pried at pointing between the pair of you, amusedly he would say, though you would think otherwise. “welcome to 1903 baby! the world of lies and disgrace.”

“you’re the disgrace, you killed your own family, your younger siblings.” bonnie spoke, and her words made you feel physically sick. “get away from him y/n.” you followed her command, rushing over to her and damon, with shock established in your eyes. you had just fucked a sociopath.

“well, i guess that the jig is up.” he shrugged as he conformed his own clothes to be put in place. the fact that you still felt a rouse to finish what you started made you feel disgusted with yourself, though he deserved to rot here. why did the bad guys always have to be so hot? it just was not fair.

[yuexuan]

Fiction recommendation 21

Time for some more fic recs because its been awhile since I did them!

1. 幻想农场 (Fantasy Farm)

Author: 西子绪

Farming/slice of life, food fic, supernatural, mythology

Summary [taken from novel updates]:

After being fired, Lu Qingjiu finally decided to return to his hometown to farm.

At first, he started raising a pig, and then he found that the pig could solve more high-level math questions than he could.

After that, he started raising a flock of chickens, and then he found that his own fighting ability was one-tenth of that of a single chicken.

Finally, Lu Qingjiu finally realised that this old home wasn’t quite right… Especially a certain person by his side who constantly stared at him day in and day out.

Lu Qingjiu: “Are you drooling because of the spicy stir-fry I’m holding or because of me?”

Bai Yuehu pointed at the stir-fry.

Lu Qingjiu: “Then can you let go??”

Bai Yuehu reluctantly glanced at Lu Qingjiu’s arm, before loosening his teeth.

Comments:

My first thought is: don’t read this fic when you’re hungry. Every chapter is filled with delicious descriptions of food that’ll make one’s mouth water. The novel makes a lot of references to creatures from the Classics of the Mountains and Seas, which is a delight to learn about. An easy-to-read, fun novel. 

Novel | Novel [Eng] Translation 

2. 全球高考 (Global Examination)

Author: 木苏里

Infinite flow, suspense, action

Summary [taken from novel updates]:

One day, You Huo and his famiIy was puIIed into an exam caIIed the GIobaI University Entrance Examination. Going through exams together with other unfortunate examinees, their Iives are put at stake and they can only Iive by passing each exam. However, something about these exams and the system controIIing it didn’t seem right — lt seemed to be trying to trap the examinees with ridiculous ruIes and strange questions…

There, You Huo meets lnvigiIator 001 who seems to hoId a key to the past he no Ionger remembered and, together, they go through the exam, unravelling the mysteries behind their past and the system.

Tldr: A pair of chaotic madmen work together to go against the examination system while feeding the readers dogfood.

Comments:

I admit that I didn’t like the story when I first started reading it. But as the story progresses, the rules of the examination fall into place and the different examinations got very challenging and interesting. The whole power couple and stranger-to-lover tropes are an added highlight. 

Novel | Novel [Eng] Translation | Audio drama | Manhua

3. 全球上线 (Earth Online)

Author: 莫晨欢

Infinite flow, suspense, survival, action

Summary:

Six months ago, tens of thousands of huge towers appeared all over the world, floating over cities. No one could do anything about them.

Half a year later, people are used to the towers and learned to ignore them.

One day Tang Mo saw a bug fly towards one of the towers and hit it.

The next day, a child's voice announced to the entire world: Ding dong! 15th November, 2017, the earth went online.

   The three iron rules of the towers:    (1) The towers shall explain everything.    (2) The game time starts from 6:00 - 18:00.    (3) All players please try their best to attack and defeat the towers.

Comments:

Another suspenseful infinite flow stories. I love the smart power couple dynamic, how the two of them become powerful when they collaborate, but are also equally capable of defeating the towers’ levels by themselves. Moreover, all the characters don’t have your typical “oh let me be a hero and save everyone” complex. They all weighed the benefits and costs at each turn and are capable of making decisions that best maximize their chances of survival - whether that is ruthlessly killing other players or extending a saving hand. All the powers and items that the players received and the world-building are very unique (especially Tang Mo’s and his book haha). This one is gonna challenge your brain a bit, but definitely worth a read. 

Novel | Novel [Eng] Translation 

4. 不要在垃圾桶里捡男朋友 (Don’t pick up boyfriends from the trash bin)

Author: 骑鲸南去

Infinite flow, transmigration

Summary [from novel updates]:

Chi Xiaochi: fourth-rate citizen at birth, three-time award-winning film emperor, second-rate temper, first-class looks. He crawled his way out of hell on hard mode to become a winner at life.

Then, he was smashed into a vegetative state by a chandelier.

061: Hello, here’s a brief rundown on the scum gong reconditioning system. This system measures the regret level of the scum gong. Every time their regret level reaches one hundred points, you will be able to leave the current world. A friendly tip, usually, through dedication and self-sacrifice, our employees slowly foster a sense of dependency in the scum gongs, gradually making it so the scum gongs can’t live without them.

Chi Xiaochi: How many regret points is a complete loss of reputation and standing worth? How about a fall from grace? Or wanting something but never being able to obtain it?

061: ……

Comment:

Don’t let the title fool you. I entered the novel thinking it’s some meet-cute modern-day slice-of-life comedy, but it turns out to have some really good angst and adventure moments in there. Heck, it’s been awhile since I cried for a novel. :’) 

There are ten arcs (i.e. worlds) that the protagonist enters, each with its own backstory, so this novel might feel longer than the usual danmei. Nevertheless, I enjoyed all the details placed into each world and all the side characters. I also like that the protagonist is very smart and cunning and he grows throughout the different worlds. The only con I’ll say to this is that everything proceeds a bit too smoothly, especially with the golden finger of 061, so the protagonist can come off as being too OP. Nevertheless, the ending and last world are just huge tear-jerkers. 

Novel | Novel [Eng] Translation

5. 迪奥先生 (Mr. Dior)

Author: 绿野千鹤

Comedy, fluff, romance 

Summary [from novel updates]:

One day, Zhang Chenfei met a car accident. Fortunately, he didn’t suffer any serious physical injuries. However, due to the impact of the car crash, his brain’s perception of the real world had turned into that of the novel that he was reading prior to the accident. The thing that horrified his wife, Jiao Qi, was… the Smart Brain, Louis XIII downloaded a series of books which meant that his husband would turn into a different character each time!

How will our adorable little wife deal with this kind of husband who seemed to suddenly suffer from multiple personalities?

This novel’s plot focuses on Zhang Chenfei’s changing personality based from the characters in the books, and how his wife, Jiao Qi, deal with every character as he will have to act in sync with whoever his husband’s character is. This is per the advise of the private doctor since treatment of this special condition was still under research.

As they act out their roles, they will gradually discover and learn more about the other, which they’ve never known in their seven years of living together.

Comment:

The amount of second-hand embarrassment and cringe I got from this novel is huge and I love it lol. If you are curious about how cheesy and cliche Chinese romance can get, please do try reading this. It includes some of the worst and most dog blood tropes in a comedic and satirical way, while advancing the main pairing’s relationship at the same time. Truly a fun read!

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[ashintheairlikesnow]

Dark AU: The Problem

In an alternative universe where @untilthepainstarts‘s Lev married (and murdered) Martin, his captor, only to prove a thoughtful, fascinating criminal mastermind... in a timeline where @whumpiary‘s Cass becomes Cassius Bergen, who takes over the Estate after Christopher Bergen goes mysteriously missing... so there is also a Kauri.

Friendly, charming, engaging, flirtatious, this Kauri is a live-in stray at the Bergen Estate, known to come and go as he pleases. He spends an awful lot of time in Cassius Bergen’s office, and rumor has it he’s not in there to perform administrative duties.

Dot, Nell, and I have had fun along with our group of friends talking out the idea of the Dark AU, and honestly, I couldn’t resist seeing where Kauri might fit into it. I even wrote a thing, which I have been given permission to share here!

So, without further mucking about trying to explain it... here is Dark Kauri. Just sit back and enjoy the pretty.

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CW: Referenced past noncon and pet whump, hints of fucky headspace regarding spice, some low-level spiciness (like PG-13), conditioned behavior

“Take it off.” 

“Mmn… no.” Cass kept his head tilted to the side, watching Kauri stand frozen in the doorway, one hand resting lightly on the frame. Lithe and willowy, the Bergen Estate’s fascinating, gorgeous semi-permanent ward looked every inch the gangster’s moll today. Impeccably dressed, like Cass himself.

Cass wore a black suit over a deep purple pinstriped button up loosely unbuttoned just enough to show off the wide-banded black satin choker he wore around his neck. 

The choker was what Kauri’s eyes were locked on, slightly widened.

“Take it off, Cass.” Kauri’s voice caught this time, just slightly, and Cass felt like a shark smelling blood in the water. He could feel the way Kauri’s wants poured out of him, a waterfall of nerves and fear and dark places he was desperate to keep hiding from. “I mean it.”

“Lev’s coming over later, you know,” Cass said, voice light and airy. The blade he cut with, in moments like this, was nearly invisibly thin. 

Kauri bled, just the same, whenever and however Cass wanted him to, and somehow he never ran away, no matter how hard Cass tried to push him.

Mostly, he didn’t. Mostly he liked being a safe place for Kauri in a world that had very few of them. But some days Cass felt restless, angry, hungry to prove to Kauri and everyone else that he was exactly the monster he should be. 

One day he’d find the thing that chased Kauri away.

Today, he was trying this.

“Do you think he’ll like it?” Cass gave Kauri a half-cocked grin, beautiful poison, crooked two fingers to ask him to come closer even as he wanted to say, Run away this time and stay gone, it’s only what I deserve.

Some of the fear settled, and Cass felt the pulse of his desires begin to shift, to change. Kauri didn’t have what Cass had, but he could read some things, too, in his own way. Instead of turning to leave, Kauri braced himself and stepped forward, moving across the room with each step placed with careless grace. “What? You want me to ask if Lev Viklund-Reid will like your collar, Cass? After he had to wear one?”

“Yeah.” Kauri stopped next to his chair and Cass swung it around to face him, legs apart, sitting back and looking up at Kauri, head tilted. “I want to know if he’ll like my collar. Saw it in a shop two days ago and it made me think of you. And him.”

Kauri’s face didn’t change, but Cass could feel the way his desires twisted, shifted, became darker and started to turn on themselves. Anger, justifiable and justified on every level, was there. But stronger than the anger… 

“You want to put one on me, Cass?” Kauri asked, and his voice was low, too deep for how pretty he was, as he moved forward to stand briefly framed on either side by Cass’s suit pant-clad legs. Then he climbed up into the chair, straddling him, the pressure where their hips met entirely too pleasant.

This… wasn’t quite what Cass had expected him to do. “... no, Kauri,” He admitted, and some of the easy confidence was lost, in that moment. The power balance shifted as Kauri rocked his hips forward, rolling them, as his hands laid flat on Cass’s stomach over his shirt and then slid slowly up. 

Kauri took over, somehow, in the way his body could light Cass up without even touching bare skin.

Cass cleared his throat. “This isn’t-... Wasn’t my plan.”

Kauri laughed, low and husky, and the spikes of disgust generously ladled over the darker wants that curled around the two of them were heady, making Cass feel half-drunk and outmatched. “What was your plan, then?”

Hands traveled slowly upward, skimming to the sides under his suit jacket to press against his ribs through the silky-smooth fabric of his shirt. They paused over his chest, pressed against his collarbone and then around behind his neck. He felt his curly hair, soft against Kauri’s hands, shift over his neck as he met the warm, wide blue eyes of a runaway pet, someone else’s escaped whore.

Cass knows the feeling, although he didn’t escape - he became the whoremaster instead. Sort of. Sometimes it felt like being whoremaster, trying to hold the Bergen Estate together.

Sometimes, though, Kauri looked at him like this and Cass felt less like he had control and more like Kauri could have shredded him and he might have thanked him for the touch.

“...I wanted to hurt you,” He admitted, not sure why he spoke the words out loud when he didn’t mean to speak them at all. “And Lev. Wanted to see if I could.”

Kauri rolled his hips forward, and the pressure coiled heat low in Cass’s belly, setting the constant low pulse of arousal he felt nearly every time Kauri entered a room into a flame. He hadn’t even felt the pet undo the choker’s little buckle at the back of his neck, blinking in surprise at the feel of the satin sliding away, leaving his neck bare.

“You’d only hurt me if you put it on me,” Kauri said, voice low, husky, warm with need. He held up the strip of silky cloth right in front of Cass’s eyes and tore the buckle off the end in a sudden burst of violence, dropping it with a clatter onto Cassius’s desk.

His smile widened even as Cass felt his smile returning. “I wouldn’t, you know, Kauri.”

“Wouldn’t what?” Kauri knew the answer, but still wanted to hear it out loud. Cass could respect that.

“Collar you. I would never collar you, you know that.”

“Do I know that?”

“Yes.” Cass’s voice cracked, caught, and he repeated, insistent, “Yes, you do.”

“You might, one day, if you wanted someone to see you do it. I’d let you, too.” Kauri shrugged, seemingly unmoved, even as Cass felt the stir of fear that ran through him and around him, half-buried by want for other things but still there, a thread he could pull, unravel, undo if he wanted.

He wanted. And Kauri knew it.

Cass stared with a mouth suddenly too dry for speech as Kauri simply bent himself over backwards, his knees still on either side of Cass’s thighs, and arched his back until he was looking upside down at the industrial-strength shredder Cass kept next to his desk, reaching one arm out while the other went palm-flat to the floor.

Cass’s hands moved fast to grip onto Kauri’s hips and hold him steady as the other man fed the band of shining black satin, torn at one end where the buckle had been, into the shredder. It kicked on automatically, a high roaring whine as it fought to destroy threads instead of paper.

Kauri’s position was nearly obscene, his own growing hardness pressing against Cass’s, shirt riding up to show a flash of pale skin. Cass wanted suddenly to lick his way up or down and he wasn’t sure which or if he would ever stop once he started.

He could see the faintest outline of a bruise along one hip showing above the waistband of Kauri’s pants, his own teeth indented there in a deeper purple surrounded by red and yellow. Biting down had made Kauri scream for more.

If his mouth had been dry before, it became the fucking Sahara when the shredder finished its work and Kauri’s stomach muscles tightened, simply rolling himself back up, curving back to sitting in Cass’s lap again.

He leaned forward, sliding his arms around Cass’s neck, mouth moving against his ear. His teeth nipped lightly at Cass’s earlobe as he whispered, “I’ll wear anything and nothing you want me to wear, Cass, but I won’t let you collar yourself. Now fuck me before Lev gets here or don’t fuck me at all today.”

When Lev arrived, Cass was seated right behind his desk, his shirt wrinkled and suit jacket misbuttoned, half-cocked grin right back on his face, a red mark blossoming along the right side of his neck.

Kauri answered the door for Viklund-Reid with a flush in his face and a swollen look to his lips as he held out his hand. His sweater was on backwards and inside-out. It might have looked accidental, if you didn’t know Kauri.

Which Viklund-Reid didn’t, although he didn’t look surprised, either.

Lev looked to Cass first, eyebrow raised, and he only shrugged in return, giving him a rakish, devil-may-care grin. “Have you met Kauri, yet, Viklund-Reid?”

“I haven’t,” Lev responded, voice warm and slightly lilting, shaking Kauri’s hand without the faint curl of his lip in disgust that some of the others did, either unbothered or just incredibly polite. “I haven’t had the pleasure.”

Kauri shot him a smile, sunny and winning, and leaned up to kiss Lev on the cheek, fingertips sliding down the lapel of his suit. “You will,” He murmured against the faintest hint of stubble on Lev’s skin, and then moved past him out the door.

Lev and Cass both stared, for a second, in silence at the slight sway of his hips before the ex-pet disappeared around a bend in the hall. Cass let himself soak up the hint of Lev’s desires in the air - they weren’t too far off from his own, although Lev’s were far subtler, buried.

Lev turned back, pressing invisible wrinkles out of his suit. “Are we going to have a problem?”

“Nope,” Cass responded, sunny and bright. He felt a low throb at the spot where shoulder and neck met, a growing hickey that would be a dark bruise by night. He was surprised they hadn’t heard him react to that out in the hall. “What possible problem could there be?”

Lev gave Cass a flat stare and said dryly, “I think I see why you couldn’t wait until after my visit.”

“Wait for what?” Cass asked, innocently. 

“Bergen-“

The shredder kicked on, surprising them both as it spat out the last few black satin threads into the trash bin below it. Cass slid the collar’s broken buckle, with its bit of tattered fabric clinging to it, carefully into one pocket.

[oftenderweapons]

The Conversations - part 3/3

Characters: Hoseok, Taehyung

Wordcount: 2.2k words

Genre: slice of life, discussion of NSFW topics, conversation

Rating: suggested 18+

Hello readers! I’m back and I bear gifts!

This is the final installment for The Conversations. In this piece Tae and Hobi discuss their relationships with their girlfriend, Lace -- Tae’s gf -- and Giggles -- Hobi’s --, sharing some spicy details and offering each other advice. Since I consider them the “freakiest” among the guys, do expect some TMI. 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: so much BDSM I had to read a handbook, impact play and dedicated objects, bondage and restrictions, themes of domination and submission, use of safeword and mentions of subspace. Voyeurism and exhibitionism, adult clubs and dungeons, public sex, masturbation and oral sex. Blindfold, powerplay, roleplay. Mentions of a sextape... :’) (also hints of a possibly angsty Namjoon future fic, I had to.) 

Wordcount: 2.2k

And here is my masterlist :)

Enjoy!

“Hey hyung, sorry for last night.” Taehyung said, sitting beside Hoseok at the lunch table in the common room.

“It’s okay, no biggie.” Hoseok already had a bright smile on, warm and honestly unbothered by the event.

“I didn’t knew Giggles was at your’s.” Taehyung opened his lunch, starting to analyse the various boxes and cups.

“Yeah,” Hobi’s ears turned reddish. “It was a surprise for me too.”

“How is it going?” Tae cheered as he found the main course. Beside him Hoseok stirred his noodles.

“It’s great. She’s fantastic. How about Lace?”

“She’s doing great. We’re doing great.” Taehyung looked around a little to see if anyone could possibly overhear. “We experimented with a riding crop. Best decision of my life.”

Hoseok laughed out loud, smashing his free hand enthusiastically against the table. “Glad to know. Giggles prefers the paddle. Or my hands. But yeah, Lace gives crop vibes.”

“She’s a huge freak.” Tae took some kimchi, mixing it with his rice. His mouth still half full, he muttered. “But I guess I am, too.”

“As long as she likes that there’s nothing wrong.” He too took a bite of his own food. “Wanna share?”

“What? No.” Tae filled his mouth some more. “I mean, I have to ask Lace first.”

“I mean the food, you pervert.” Hoseok bent over his dish, “though I guess nor Lace nor Giggles would oppose.”

“God, Lace is such an exhibitionist.” Tae said, motioning to his side dish and inviting Hobi to take what he liked.

Hobi also put his smaller boxes in the middle. “And you’re a voyeur, which works just fine.”

“Match made in heaven. Does Giggles like it too?”

“She likes it enough. But, she’s not that visual. She prefers focusing on other senses.”

“I kinda reckoned.” Taehyung remembered the previous night, when he’d endlessly knocked on Hobi’s apartment door only to have his hyung come to the door half undressed, faux leather pants on, his forehead sweaty. Behind him, Tae could recognise a woman -- well, Giggles -- fully naked, sitting on a chair, wearing nothing but a blindfold. And several feet of rope.

“Freak.” Deadpanned Hoseok.

“What about you, freak?” Tae also stirred his noodles, enjoying the steam coming from them together with the heavy smell of soy sauce and fried peppers.

“Do you want me to say I enjoy having her at my mercy, nothing but a blabbering mess, incapable of getting away or understanding what’s going to happen to her?” Hoseok was overly descriptive on that. “Because yes, I do.”

“So not only blindfolded but also tied up?”

“If she’s not behaving, then yes.” Hoseok suddenly looked stern.

“I bet she doesn’t behave much.”

“At all.” Hoseok smirked. “I think I should change her punishment to something she enjoys less.”

“Lace hates not touching me.” Tae fits a huge meat roll in his mouth.

“Giggles is not bothered, as long as I’m touching her. She needs to feel some sort of an anchor, a safety line, so to say.”

“Well, I’d need one too if I were tied up and in the dark.” His mind wandered back to one of his first times with Lace, when he’d let her cover his eyes with a thick silk scarf tied behind his head, his body at her mercy, as she observed him and touched him without him knowing where she’d land her attack, without his intense gaze following her every movement and making her flustered. She had confessed feeling free, unjudged. Not that he would ever judge her, but he knew that he would feel conscious too if he were the one in the spotlight, were the roles to be reversed. He knew he would feel freer without his lover looking at him, analysing where his attention gravitated. But this happened at the beginning, when they were still learning. Now their most pressing need is watching each other. 

“Well. Once it got bad. She got into subspace. Only time she used her safeword. That’s why we don’t use handcuffs anymore.” Hoseok’s face was instantly dull. He still tortured himself for what had happened that one time. The look in Giggle's eyes as he let her wrists free, the angry red marks on her skin showing the indentations of the metal. The way she had seemed so broken, so lost. And the heavy tears falling on his chest as she hid in his form, clinging to him.

"Just once? Me and Lace had to use them a couple times. Both of us. Sometimes she's not in the right mindset and she asks me to stop and cuddle her. Sweetest thing in the universe." His eyes turn dreamy. "After her taste, obviously."

Hoseok laughs and punches him lightly. "TMI, bro."

"Come on, if Giggles tasted that sweet you would boast too."

"I'd rather keep that honey all to myself."

"Greedy." Taehyung poured himself some cola, watching it fizzle before downing it in one go. "By the way, do you have any good role play suggestion? I'm thinking of surprising her during the weekend but I'm so tired I can barely think."

"Strangers at the hotel. Book a room, meet at the lobby and then go upstairs to fuck like bunnies?" Hobi said it without even thinking. 

"Done that."

"It's a classic. Giggles loves it. She fucks me like a slut." He snickered softly, nothing but dark mischief in his voice, but also undying fondness for his beloved.

"And that's TMI." Tae quips.

"You asked."

"Yeah, fair."

"Maid and master. Or butler and madame. You pick." Hobi drank some Sprite directly from the bottle.

"Cliché." Taehyung tutted and proceeded with his meal. “I don’t know. Not really.”

"Artist and muse? I don't know man, you're super picky." It came out with his typically whiny intonation, his tone a rollercoaster as he got deeper into thought.

Taehyung stayed quiet for a few minutes, mulling over the possibility. “Could do.”

The other man slurped in his noodles, finishing them and sipping the soup. “So, roleplay, uh?”

“It makes me feel freer. Like I’m not V from BTS. Like I’m just a boy who loves his girl.”

Hobi nodded. “You don’t know the incredible amount of places I wish I could fuck Giggles.”

Tae clapped his hands and laughed. “Like that one time at the restaurant. Damn, you disappeared for half an hour.”

Hoseok stood up to discard his container, then sat down again. In the meantime he reminisced. How Giggles had smiled mysteriously at him, holding his hand and carefully taking him away from the main scene, into a corridor and then to the restroom. He remembered how she’d palmed him heavily, how he’d cum in her mouth after five minutes of her devoted ministrations. He remembered how Giggles had fingered herself as she was sucking him, waiting for him to be done so he would crouch down, bunch up her skirt and eat her out until her eyes crossed and her legs quivered, lost in ecstasy.

“Sometimes I wished I could just get lost somewhere like in an alley or drive off in the countryside and get it all loose.” Hoseok huffed quietly as he cleaned after his meal, grabbing an half empty tube of ice cream and setting it on the table, again sitting beside Tae. “Make her take off her panties while we’re out for dinner. Do her against the mirror in the elevator.”

“The one back at the dorms...” Tae arched an eyebrow, nodding knowingly.

“Yeah. Or like… Go to a club and just finger her on the dancefloor. Or in a dark nook.” His eyes crinkled shut.

“I get it. People knowing you sucks sometimes. Lace and I wanted to go to one of those... dungeons? Or maybe like an adult club. One of those places where you can perform in front of a crowd. Try some real exhibitionism. And some serious bondage.” Taehyung finished his own meal, discarding the finished cups and plates and grabbing a spoon to share the ice cream.

“Like, shibari?” Hobi asked, making eye contact with his friend.

“Yeah, why not.” Tae shrugged. “Lace would be interested. We’ve done mild things before and she enjoyed, but those are things you need to learn with an expert and just thinking of all the things that could go wrong makes me shiver.” He took a big mouthful of ice cream, almost freezing his brain in the process.

“I took an online course. Kinda fun.” Hoseok smiled and turned a bit shy. “Giggles was ecstatic. We learned some extra knots together, from a book our teacher recommended. She’s a keen student. Very dedicated.” He exploded in bubbly laughter.

“Would you let her tie you up?” Tea asked.

“I don’t know if she wants to, but I would let her.” Hobi blushed. “I wouldn’t mind. She’s talented. And disciplined. Very careful and diligent. I know I would be in good hands. What about you?”

“I’ve already let Lace tie me up.” Taehyung was absolutely confident, his voice neutral. “I enjoy letting her manhandle me every now and then.” He shrugged again, blowing his cheeks and rubbing at his chin. “She can do that. Honestly, she did take some lessons and taught me a few things. We explore a lot together.” At this, his eyes moved to the floor, a bit flustered. Lace knew his body like no one else in the world. He had spent years living in it and getting to know it, but his girlfriend had put body and soul into exploring him, memorising every small tell, every little quirk and sweet spot. Lace had unravelled him in a couple weeks, studying his anatomy with a maniacal precision. And when he allowed her to take control of him, her knowledge showed. Her fingers could draw endless pleasure, keeping him on his toes for hours and then making him explode like fireworks. But the most important thing was the way she had learned to soothe him, to care after him, her affection like balm to his bitter moods and darkest nights.

“Glad for you.” Hoseok gave him a pat on the shoulder, drawing him in for a hug.

Taehyung was getting ready to leave. “I got to talk to Namjoon. He’s giving me feedback on some lines in English. By the way, have you heard of him and Vixen?”

“What?”

“Had a fight. He’s hell-bent on making it up to her.” Tae scrunched his nose. “Guk sorta walked in on them in the studio the other day. I don’t know if they made up.”

Hoseok pouted. “Joon temper’s sucks. Boy got some pent up pressure and he’s gonna blow a fuse someday or other. Plus Vixen’s no saint.”

“She holds him accountable for his bullshit. Takes good care of him. Plus, man, she’s a keeper.”

“Truly.” Hobi thought back to the sparks between her and Namjoon everytime they’re together. If that wasn’t love, then he didn’t know what it could ever be. Probably it was the way Giggles searched for his hand when she was afraid, the way she always looked at him when she found something funny, or that small breath she held every time he said her name. Or even the way he needed to bury his nose in her neck when he needed to rest. How he always put his hand on the small of her back when he needed her at his side, when he looked for support and protection.

Taehyung already had his hand on the handle of the kitchen’s door when Hoseok stopped him. “How do you store your… stuff, with Lace?”

“You mean what? Toys? Porn? Pics?”

The older huffed. God, he’s really shameless. “Your vids?”

Taehyung’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh. That stuff. I assume you’re not hiding it from her?”

“I was thinking of shooting something. I need safe storage.” Hoseok rubbed at his forehead, crossing his arms.

“Avoid phones. Worst thing. Get yourself a good camera and a decent memory card. Like 72GB. Keep all the stuff in the memory card or pen drive. Lace and I have it in our bedside table. Never keep stuff on the phone or in cloud.” He pointed a finger towards Hoseok for emphasis. “I would recommend an action camera, which is practical like a phone but safer. But if you do use a phone, no connection, no wifi, nothing. Just a phone used like a good ol' camera. Move all the stuff away as soon as you’re done.”

“Yeah, that was sort of a given..” Hobi nodded. “So, a camera? Suggestions?”

“Depends? Handheld or tripod?” Taehyung asked, checking his phone.

“You know me. Hands on my girl, and I like shifting a lot.”

“Tripod. Definitely. I’ll send you some links for reference tonight. Enjoy.”

[vibraniumwing]

Hi! Congrats on the milestone! Can I request a ✨ for my fic, "Unravelling Love's Mystery" Thank you and I hope you have a wonderful day!

hello lovely ! thank you so so much !! i hope you have a wonderful day as well !!

✨ - for a fic review + blog compliment!

Unravelling Love’s Mystery by @onlyfreds

okay so first of all, i love the color theme of your blog! it’s so cute! <3

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“The Psychology of Love, that was our lecture topic for today. Don’t get me wrong, it is quite an interesting topic. But there was one person in the whole universe who could make the tables turn, and that was an arrogant, stubborn, and increasingly annoying classmate of mine named Fred Weasley. “

as a student who’s gonna take up psychology in college (im graduating my senior year in hs in a few weeks actually!) this really piqued my interest in the story, you got me sold already. + y/n and fred are enemies? alright lets go i love enemies to lovers !!

“McGonagall pursed her lips, “Well, you two will just have to work with it. Like I said, no switching partners. And may I remind you Mr. Weasley and Ms. L/N, that this project contributes to 60% of your final grade. So, it’s either you give both of your best or you both fail.” She said, before walking out of the door, leaving both Fred and I alone in the now deserted lecture hall. “

miss minnie goes hard huh,, , im guessing she’s doing this so she can have the faculty members bet on who falls first 😭🤚 they definitely gossip abt fred and y/n inside the faculty room

“It took all of my willpower to bite back a retort, “Look Weasley, I am trying so hard to be nice to you. I don’t want to be here and neither do you. So, will you please stop being so arrogant and stubborn so we could get over with this?”

Fred scoffed, “Me? Being arrogant and stubborn? I’m sorry, but I’m trying my best to make this work because I don’t want to fail just because of a self-centered, ignorant little minx like you.””

OHHH so they’re fighting now, huh? but tbh if someone talked to me like that im throwing hands im sorry fnsjdkfdf their fight is spicy though i love it 

“I took a deep breath, “I mean, I know I’m not perfect. Nobody is, but my biggest fear has always been failing. I’m an only child and when my parents found out that I’m academically gifted, it made me their greatest treasure, it made me their pride and joy. I’ve always been insecure about that, whether if I’m already good enough or not. And hearing somebody voice out those insecurities, felt a million times worst. That’s the reason why I’m always trying to one up you. Because, if I fail, I would go from my parents’ pride and joy to being the disappointment of the family in a split second. And it’s just so stressful. And with our little argument, I just got so overwhelmed by my emotions that I had to let it all out.” I explained. “

okay but this is actually so relatable in a way. im the oldest in the family (siblings and cousins wise) so their eyes are all on me so i feel the pressure all the time; the thoughts are tiring because you’re stuck in between wanting to please them and just letting loose. ha ha burnt out kid shit <3

“I stretched for a bit, for the first time in my life, I felt lazy. Turning onto my side, giving myself five more minutes of peace and tranquility before I had to get up. I took a deep breath, inhaling the lingering scent of Fred from the sweater I was wearing, which just added to the calm atmosphere in my little bubble of relaxation.”

this is me, every morning. well exclude the fred part bcs it’s hot and humid from where i am so no sweaters for me u w u

““But is being friends enough for us? What if one of us wants more?””

S C R E A M I N G BYEEEEE ASKDFDSKLFDSFLN 

“Our professor laughed, “Go on ahead, don’t let me stop you. I have been working at this institution for years, but the two of you are the cutest couple I have ever seen.””

IM TELLING YOU MCGONAGALL IS COLLECTING HER MONEY FROM THE FACULTY ROOM RFN AS WE SPEAK AKSDJFDSFJDSFJ 

okay but for real this story was so so cute !! it’s hard to believe that this is your first enemies to lovers story because you ate this up, i swear. the writing was perfect and their bickering was the perfect amount of pettiness. i rarely read 1st pov fics and this one really caught my attention !! 

i love it so much, really i do. i’m looking forward to read more fics from you!

[shewhowillnotbenamed1]

Panoramic - Part 2

(Finally) @damnshipper I hope you enjoy!

Part 1

—————

Eve arrived. Night fell.

It was dimly lit on the highest balcony. This particular one was carved into the façade of a riad. The embroidered, balustered structure was stunningly furnished with its lush hanging plants and swaying pendant lamps. The rectangular frame wrapped around pillars. Giving way to the lancet arches that mirrored one another, from end to end. It replicated the shape of the enclosed courtyard it overlooked down below.

The glowing courtyard was filled with palm trees with fan-like fronds and potted plants. And wild roses, winding, as they grew around alabaster pillars. Scattered yet strategically arranged, the fanous provided warmth and light, resplendent. The decorative lanterns were placed around corners of a rectangular pool perfectly centered in the ground. Glazed-clay tiles of ivory, turquoise, and cobalt blue glistened along the bottom and sides. The lacquer lustrous in the light.

A dark hooded figure stood hunched over the wrought iron mashrabiya carved railing. A heavy-bottomed glass of scotch in hand. He shook it once, passively observing that the ice had melted. He paused to squint closely at the amber liquid. Through the glass he could see a blurry silhouette. As if it were a window.

The large hand slowly lowered.

The shadowed figure approached. Instantly he knew. The mysterious girl occupying his thoughts - she had appeared. She had come to him. Once more, she was covered from head to toe. Nothing was visible, save for the bright, glinting gems that were her eyes.

She placed an outstretched hand on his shoulder.

He clasped it for but a moment, before pulling her right to his chest. And he took no time to begin lowering the gauzy material from her face. Fully enjoying the process of unveiling such a striking visage. A coy quirk of her full lips, was all the encouragement necessary. His breath was on her neck. His hand on her hip, and dropping lower. To dip under the fabric at her feet.

The large hand skimmed her ankle.

Her legs were bare.

He arched a daring brow, as she reached up, her hands flush to his abdomen.

His mouth pressed harder into her neck, hearing a sharp inhale and feeling the rush of blood. A feminine gasp cut the air. The fabric on her legs had begun moving. He was gently unraveling her. Slowly… and surely, unwrapping.

“Rrraven…” he whispered into her neck over and over, her breathing became labored. At the sensations. The undulating rhythm of their bodies in motion together. And the hypnotic tremolo of his tongue.

Her hands loosened their hold on him. A tilt of the head, and she turned. The fabric slipped out of his hands, and her body out of his grasp. His hand beckoned her back, as she shirked back into the shadows.

Her eyelids fluttered.

“Please…”

Before they opened.

Indigo and purple grew wide. Raven Roth woke with a start. Stripping back the sheets. “Damian.” She whispered, searching the darkness.

—————-

For the next two days, Raven found herself walking back to the souk. Her intention was merely to stop by and see if she’d missed something. To check if there was anything else she wanted to buy. Maybe try her hand at some more haggling. Those were the only reasons. At least, the only ones she was willing to admit to herself. Really, Raven didn’t even know what she was doing back here. What she was hoping for - or expecting to find.

Just…

If there was a chance she might, Raven knew she had to see him.

The pale girl adjusted the indigo scarf around her neck. Tonight, she decided to try the spot where she’d initially rejected his gift. She had only visited during the day, so it was worth a try. She turned and touched the fabrics slowly. They were lovely, but nothing was really catching her eye. Had the highlight of her vacation already occurred? And this soon? It was ludicrous - insane for her to think that her trip had somehow peaked.

But… was it?

Because, for the last few days, her stay in this gorgeous city had suddenly seemed…lacking.

Uneventful. Dull.

Raven sighed.

No…

This was a trip she had taken by herself. For herself. She had hardly seen all the country had to offer. Even if now, she just wanted whatever Damian had to offer.

A light gust of wind blew. And the hair raised on the back of her neck. She sensed the presence of someone behind her. It was night time in an unfamiliar place, yet, she didn’t turn around. A hand slid over her eyes. In spite of her present vulnerability, the pale girl knew she was safe. Raven just… had a feeling. A hot inhale on elicited a frenzy of goosebumps on her nape. She shivered at the sensation on the surface of her skin…

“‘Ant… jamila…” She felt her breath catch. With long fingers, he turned her face to his.

It was him.

Raven flushed at the man’s words and peered down at her feet. She was having great difficulty staring directly into his piercing green eyes. The rough palm slid down her cheek. “Come…?” Damian asked.

He hesitated, until he saw her pink face move up and down in a nod. His head angling curiously. He offered a half smile.

“Yes.” She would go with him. There was hardly any question as to whether she would. Suddenly, Damian reached down for her hand, as he had done before. And he pulled her out of the tent. Leading her away somewhere.

Then, he was walking with her down a long line of stalls in the souk. Full of tea and textiles. Cups and cutlery. Scarfs and silks. They walked out and around, leaving the market in their wake. And she let him guide her. She didn’t know why exactly. Raven peered up at his towering form and loose djellaba billowing in front of her as he led her away.

But…

They walked through the medina. Under elaborate archways. Through alleyways. Along narrow streets.

Raven still couldn’t stop thinking about it. That holding his hand felt right. Almost…natural. She gazed down at their interlaced fingers. Admiring the contrast of her pale ones on his darker ones. Raven found herself enraptured with the sight and feel of her skin on his skin. They had this unspoken connection she couldn’t quite explain. Not even to her own mind. It was like he was someone she had known.

Or needed to know.

Desperately.

Like a kindred soul. Or a… soulmate? It was the only explanation, because she had never let someone just take her like this. She had never been taken with someone like this. Why was it that wherever he was leading her, she wanted to go?

Needed to go?

Was it the euphoria from being in a foreign land with a handsome stranger? Or was it somehow more? She could only ponder these thoughts briefly. As they were suddenly made not so pressing. Because at last.

They were here.

Another gorgeous refuge from the busy streets.

This one with a tudor arch that framed a teal and white porcelain tiled fountain. A couple of tall palm trees and a wall ensconced in vines. The thick water stream spouting as it rose and fell behind them - that was the only sound around. At least the only thing she heard before…

His palms were on her shoulders, as he pulled her to the ornate wall. He slipped off his hood. And gently asking with his eyes, before removing hers from her head. Her dark braid tumbled out. And he gazed in wonder into her eyes. Tirelessly, she stared back into lush green. She had escaped to another secret sanctuary just for her. Raven knew next to nothing about the man. Yet there was an instant need to share his space. To breathe his air.

A palm raised to hers.

His spicy, rich fragrance. The breath on her lips. The intensity of his jade-green gaze searching her own. The indigo irises moved back and forth. Right and left. She could see every brown and black fleck and aqua speck in his vibrant eyes. The colors in them - unfathomable. Boundless. They were so much more than just green. The hues in his eyes were as endless as the city around them. Goddess. All of it was starting to make her ache. For more contact. For more of him. She closed her eyes. The pounding of her heart echoing in her eardrums was unrelenting.

Raven was so swept up, she was subtly mouthing gibberish into the air, as if trying to wordlessly communicate that she wanted - no needed him to kiss her. If only she could project her thoughts to him for a moment. Would they even make sense to him with their language barrier?

She bit her lip, feeling his nose trailing along her cheek. His sweet breath nearing her. Damian must have picked up on what she was feeling. Finally. She arched her back off the wall in her effort to get close. Raven leaned as near to him as she could. She was getting closer. And closer. And closer…

By now, her lips should have met his mouth… Or his cheek… Or chin… Or skin…

But nothing…

Just air.

When she heard a deep, far-away chuckle, the deep violet-purple peeled open, with a furrowed brow.

“Tch…” His body propped on the opposite facing wall of the archway. Far away. She flushed. Raven’s head dipped down in her disappointment. He clicked his tongue a second time, as his long legs carried him back over to her.

There was something of a knowing smile carved onto his face. He didn’t appear to be oblivious. Though, she couldn’t say for certain. Of her advances, he had not rejected her. Or dissuaded her outright. She almost wished he would. Or say something to make her feel less foolish. Raven couldn't believe what she had done.

Tried to do…

Silence stretched heavily between them. Footsteps shuffled as Damian and Raven walked on into the night.

Oh…

Raven hadn’t meant to be so eager. So forward. What was the matter with her? She hardly knew him. And he hardly knew her.

They were strangers, after all - weren’t they?

Damian paused. His back facing her. Offering no explanation. Why had he stopped walking? He turned back to her with an unreadable expression.

Abruptly, he pressed her body against the tadelakt wall in the alley. Wide blue-violet eyes tilted upwards. Fingers slid down her face. A slow, steady trace on her lips with a fingertip. Circling the top and then the bottom. Memorizing a path in her pout. Every inch he explored tingled with such sweet sparks. He did know what she wanted.

Was he going to…?

Damian's lips parted. Maybe he shouldn’t. Or he wouldn’t. Was this right? She thought it was. She hoped it was. Were they right? When he saw her flushed stare - wide and surprised, he stopped. Releasing her for a moment. Then, a smile, and his hands slipped around her waist. He held her. And nuzzled her neck. Raven’s eyes shut. They were nose to nose, as she folded her arms around his neck in an impassioned embrace.

His terracotta pink lips, but inches from her own as he murmured,

“'Ant hlu…”

Her head was swimming. Another hit of the smell off his skin and she felt lighter than air. Damian thought… She was sweet. Beautiful and sweet. In an indescribable way, they were bound. Yes. She did want him to kiss her. Maybe… he was just playing hard to get with her. And that was alright.

It was working exceptionally well.

Because she thoroughly enjoyed these moments she had spent with him. And Gods how she wanted more. She didn't think twice about her previous plans for this trip. If everyday was like this one, her time in Morocco would have been well spent.

One could only hope.

—————-

A week.

They had somehow agreed to meet up in the same spot in the souk. For a week straight. Raven honestly didn’t know how, but somehow they had. With her limited Arabic knowledge. And his limited English. And nary a translator insight.

He would greet her the same way. She would find herself exploring a stall or two near what had become their spot. All of a sudden, she would feel the sensual rush of his teeth tracing her ear, the sensation of his breath. The spicy, sweet aroma this man brought everywhere with him. Something in Arabic was murmured sexily in her ear, “Rrrayie, Rrraven…” Her heart would race and her legs would shake.

And she knew it was Damian.

And off they would go.

Together.

They explored Fez. Her, for the first time. And him, for the first time with her. Every so often when they walked, she would feel compelled to place her head on his shoulder. She felt so safe with him.

Her troubles and doubts subsided and ebbed away. As she delighted in Damian and the gorgeous cityscape.

Although, the practical part of Raven was surprised by everything. That she had spent so much time with a person she could barely understand. And that was at the best of times. But whether she could verbally confer with this man or not, it wasn’t important. Not so much as him and his company. She could feel his emotions and his soul just by being in his presence. They matched Damian’s outsides, as they too were beautiful and kind. And mischievous.

It had to be something beyond her. That they were able to converse so richly, even though they didn’t fully understand each other. It hadn’t affected things at all. She enjoyed every breath with him. Maybe even more because of it.

Raven could see aspects - views she hadn’t truly considered. Until now. Because there was much more than words that one could use to communicate with another.

Raven and Damian did them all. They experienced the spectrum. Ranges of shades. All of the various ways.

Expressions. Gestures. Laughter. Body language.

A smile. A look. A whisper. A touch.

Drinking.

Dancing.

Tasting…

“Try…?” His forefinger and thumb proffered a piece of halva, a rich milk based dessert. It hovered right by her mouth. She opened and let him feed her. Raven nibbled it right from his fingers.

“Mmm…”

Damian was very pleased. Viridian eyes never left hers, once, as he licked the residual sweetness from his own hand. She blushed and felt other parts of her body were warming.

Raven licked her lips slowly, with an expression that didn’t often cross her face. One of appetite. Voraciousness. Greed. A desire to devour something decadent. But not food. No, a fodder of another kind.

She had never tasted anything so luscious or sweet.

As his sapor of his skin was the true confection underneath the syrupy treat.

So it was undeniable.

Despite the language barrier, they still managed to find common ground between their tongues.

So to speak.

Their days together felt vastly more intimate than any time she’d spent with anyone else. In spite of how dissimilar they appeared. Surely two people who lived practically worlds away could never come together in this way.

And yet they had.

Damian was showing her his world. And in his spheres of malachite, she saw yet another one waiting to be discovered.

[ranjxtul]

NCIS: NOLA Team and What Their DnD Classes Would Be + Explanations

Tammy: Mastermind Rogue/Sharpshooter Fighter. Why? The mastermind rogue features all center around knowing the enemy and understanding how the enemy works, dissecting them mentally and gaining an upper hand through understanding. Isn’t that fairly similar to a profiler? As for the sharpshooter fighter, there have been many times where Tammy’s quickness in the field has saved her own life or her teammate’s life; for example, in Waiting For Monroe when the assassin had the gun directly in Hannah’s face and Tammy shot over her shoulder just in the nick of time.

Hannah: Cobalt Soul Monk/Inquisitive Rogue. Why? The Cobalt Soul, in Exandrian lore, is a monastic tradition devoted to knowledge and diplomacy. They use that knowledge to extort what they need and take down who they need. Their expositors are known for being sent on espionage missions. You also learn additional languages at 3rd, 11th, and 17th levels. The prioritisation of knowledge, espionage, and the high language proficiency is very reminiscent of Hannah is it not considering her background prior to NOLA and her display of spoken language. The Inquisitive archetype comes in for a similar reason; however, the archetype can be spun in a less secretive way. It’s simply described as rooting out secrets and unraveling mysteries— being calculated and having an eye for detail. This is Hannah in a leadership position. She is careful and meticulous, and combs through evidence to get to the bottom of everything.

Pride: Cavalier Fighter. Why? Pride is a person with noble intentions. He wouldn’t go off the reservation so often if he didn’t have good intentions at heart and want to defend and save those around him. The Cavalier is described as noble but mechanically, their features are designed to defend those around them through attacking and keeping the enemy engaged with them. (ie the Hold The Line Feat). They also receive an additional reaction at 18th level for an opportunity attack to respond with ‘vigilance’ to danger. This subclass is most fitting for Pride because he does his best to keep his most dangerous foes to himself — see Apollyon — and when people he cares about are in danger he goes to great lengths.

Chris: Scout Rogue/Hunter Ranger. Why? Chris is a highly skilled field agent no doubt and both of these lend themselves to being skilled in the field and smart about moves in the field. For example, the Survivalist feature of the scout rogue could easily be translated to Chris helping Pride and Isler find their way across that Eastern European country. He’s also not easily shaken by many things and he’s very tenacious so the Steel Will feature of Hunter Ranger could fit him quite well.

Sonja: College of Valour Bard/Inquisitive Rogue. Why? This assignment is based highly off of Sonja’s proficiency in undercover missions and deception. Valour bard I picked over swords because of the more ‘lore’ element in their description but they still have the extra attack feature and clearly Sonja is a gifted field agent. The Inquisitive is what I think a no-brainier. They unravel secrets and understand the enemy. Perhaps from within, and that’s exactly what UC ops are.

Loretta: Grave Domain Cleric. Why? Okay, I know grave domain is like spicy life domain but my automatic association of this domain with Loretta is just such a huge vibe check thing. She’s a corenor, responsible for understanding the cause of death and she’s the first to take in bodies. In my mind this could translate well in terms of features like Eyes of the Grave (granted in a fantasy sitting eyes of the grave detects undead). As for the more life giving parts of this domain, she’s still a doctor. Loretta is such a caring person in practise, remember when she was working at the clinic as well? And when she helped that woman who was being abused?

Sebastain: Alchemist Artificer/Way of the Kensei Monk. Why? The forensics investigator and nerd side of Sebastain I believe is well explained through the Artificer. So in nature, Artificers are intelligent and people of invention much like Sebastian. I picked alchemist over any other subclass because the varying sort of abilities lent themselves less away from defence and combat and more toward support and buff than did the other classes much like Sebastian forensics analysis is often a huge support for the team. Way of the Kensei is perfect for him as he grows in the field because of the honing in of weapons and fighting. Sebastian’s growth as a field agent is best reflected in his joining REACT, which by all means requires great great skill and training

Patton: Armorer Artificer/ School of Enchantment Wizard. Why? (s/o to a friend on an NCIS NOLA discoed for the armorer suggestion.) Basically, Patton’s computer and his wheelchair could be apart of his built armour that you craft in this subclass. As for school of Enchantment, it’s all about charm and getting away with things. Think of how Patton joined the team, he almost got arrested but Dwayne was so impressed with his hacking skills he got recruited instead of arrested. His one liners are also pretty great, so he has the charm of an enchanter, not to mention the absolute intelligence. Plus I like to think he’s pretty enchanting with computers and hacking as well.