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drakenology · 3 years

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would you ever write abt hq boyfriend sending your nudes/videos of fuckin to a group chat -🐮

this- it’s wrong but so right at the same time. thank you nonnie.

Video Phone - ft. Miya Osamu, Nishinoya, Kuroo and Oikawa.

author’s note: ok like the way I had the perfect photo edited for this kind of hc. i had an idea like this but it rotted in the drafts heh. hope you like this!

warnings: smut, mentions of creampie, daddy kink, college aged bois, voyeurism?, male receiving oral, noya being a himbo, dirty talk, slight degradation

Osamu

would send them to the team for sure.

he likes showing you off.

like he highkey wants to do porn with you kssk so this is his way of uh.. getting your content out there

he’ll record everything.

sessions upon sessions saturate this man’s camera roll.

and why not share that with his friends? who is he to deny them the privilege of watching him fuck you into a dirty little cockslut?

you kinda like it so.. why not?

Osamu was feeling friskier than usual; which wasn’t a problem for you since the way that motherfucker looked at you with such unadulterated hunger was enough to wet your panties.

That ‘look’ got you riding his fat cock on the couch, Osamu’s hand holding his phone to record your sloppy cunt the other smacking your ass and fondling your tits.

You kinda knew he was going to send the footage to his entourage which was embarrassing at first. But you found yourself loving the lewd texts his friends send about you; the attention going straight to your pussy. Osamu noticed you liked being recorded when your cunt clenched whenever a camera was pointed at it.

“Ya like putting on a show for my teammates, don’t ya?” Osamu inquires, taking a thumb to toy with your swollen bud. You moan back at him, playing with your nipples and licking your lips as you bounced on his dick, feet planted into the couch. Osamu made sure to get that on film, the sight of you pinching at your nipples made him lose all sense of composure.

Poor boy had no other choice but to throw the phone off to the side to grab your hips and thrust upwards, your screams echoing through the living room. You drool as he praised your sopping wet pussy’s symphony, the sounds of your juices gushing all over his dick was the perfect touch to his latest addition.

“Mmm listen ta that baby, tape’s still goin’. Tell my friends how well I’m fucking ya, will ya? Scream f’me.”

Nishinoya

Yū loves taking pictures of you.

Naked or fully clothed.

He has about a million pictures of you; videos too.

Most of them were really lewd; your supple breasts or that sweet cunt he loves fucking.

even has a gnarly creampie video he revists when you’re not around to dump his load inside.

Tried to put them all in the hidden folder and-

Sent em by accident sksjjsj

looked up “how to unsend photos” a million times

no luck lmao.

Of course everyone saw it. Even Hinata was like “gah damn”.

But you told him you didn’t really mind. In fact it was kinda hot that his friends lusted after you.

ever since then yall have made fucking on camera a nice way to bond.

lol.

Nishinoya was embarrassed. Actually he was mortified. He had so much porn in his phone. This he knew. He was tired of directing people not to scroll when he showed someone pictures on his phone; knowing they were gonna get an eyeful of your dripping pussy clenching around his dick. So he decided to clean up his act and simply put all the personal porn in a hidden folder.

Maybe it was when you came into his room and kissed him on the cheek that made him fuck up. Either way, his whole team has seen you naked, spread out and getting absolutely wrecked about thirty different ways.

“Fuck sake, Noya. Didn’t wanna see your balls, man.”

“Shit, Y/N’s pretty sexy.”

“Y/N’s ass is pretty fat.”

“Omg her moans..”

“Woah woah woah! She’s MY girlfriend, don’t talk about her like that.... but ikr.”

You read the texts aloud as Nishinoya frantically tells the story of how it all went down for the third time just in case you didn’t already believe him. Poor boy was so worried you’d be mad. But you feel yourself get hot, the thought of one of his friends stroking their cocks to the sight of you all too intriguing.

So you convince him to record you sucking his dick. And what man would say no to that?

You take Nishinoya’s cock in your mouth, moaning around him as your eyes find the camera.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He huffs, so astounded he almost drops his phone. He loved it all; your drool covering his cock, the sounds of your gagging as you take him in the back of your throat, your enthusiastic moans. You blink at the camera as you completely swallow his dick whole, stuffing your mouth with his length as he groans filthy praise.

“S’ good baby. Fuck.” He moans, bucking his hips to fuck your mouth, balling some of your hair into a fist.

ahem.. yeah the groupchat got to see that one too.

Kuroo

Nasty mf likes sending these pics to the groupchat.

He takes the pics for the sole purpose of showing his friends how sexy you are, how well you take his cock.

He’s captain of the volleyball team; even in college he’s the coolest guy around.

Of course the captain had to have a beautiful cum dump girlfriend that the whole campus wants

He sends those videos and pictures because he knows you belong to him anways

why not let everyone know?

“Fuck, Tetsu!” You gripe, your insides coiling as Kuroo stroked your gummy walls from behind. He responds by gripping you by the hair, turning your face towards the camera for his potential viewers to see.

“Go on, baby. Let ‘em know who’s pussy this is.” He grunts, digging his thumbs into your hips as his cock pushed harshly against your spongiest spots.

You can’t say much of anything, his brutal thrusts muddling any words the came from your lips. Kuroo looks at the phone he has propped up against the lamp on his nightstand and smirks, his ego growing at the thought of his pathetic friends jerking off to you, knowing only be can have the real thing whenever the fuck he wants. He puffs out his chest, smacking your ass as you sob out his name.

“Yeah, baby. Tell ‘em who you belong to.”

Oikawa

also sent them by accident

but it was a happy accident to say the least

even though it was embarrassing at first, oikawa liked the fact he got to flaunt you like a trophy

he coaxed you into letting him record you when you guys fucked; never really letting you know he was sending them to his friends from time to time.

all your unmentionables on display for his buddies to jack off to in their spare time while he gets to pounds you out every night

you’re pussy’s too good to keep all to himself right? it’d be unfair

smug bastard.

You were minding your own business, laying in bed playing animal crossing on your nintendo switch when Oikawa sat on his haunches next to you. He got the most devilish idea and the overwhelming need to fill your pussy full of his cum clouded his better judgement.

You lay there, unaware your boyfriend was plotting to fuck you senseless. He slides your shorts and panties off, grabbing his phone to start taking lewd photos of your now naked cunt.

“Show the camera your pretty pussy, princess.” He coos, rubbing circles into your clit with his thumb. You bite your lip, still trying to play your game as slick starts to gather at your core, legs involuntarily spreading.

“Look at that delicious cunt.” His slender fingers eventually make their way inside you, the digits hooking to steer your attention away. You yelp, dropping your switch onto your chest as he pulls your hips towards the edge of the bed. He switched his phone to “video” and pressed record, taking out his gorgeous dick to tease it along your folds.

“Uhhn, Torū!” You groan, craning your neck to hide the lewd look on your face away from his phone.

“You want me to fuck you on camera, don’t you baby?” He asks sliding his length inside you. Without any time to adjust to his size, he’s pumping like mad, his hand holding one of your legs open to make sure he got every angle of your slutty cunt taking his dick.

“Shit, look how you’re squeezing me , baby. So fuckin tight for daddy aren’t you? Taking me so well.”

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #segsmail 🌈#fack!

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lucycola · 3 years

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the long ass review none of yall wanted but are still getting

Ooooook.... Finally got a moment to read and review in peace. Seriously, it was like the universe did not want me reading this chapter. Always something coming up like "thou shall not read the smut". But God and the universe can pry this chapter out of my cold dead hands.

Op, you said that you weren't crazy about how it came out, and I get it. As a creator is difficult to completely be satisfied with your work sometimes. And imma let you finish, but if THIS is the result of you not being completely satisfied with your work, I fear crave to see what you're gonna make when achieving your final form the ultimate tribble. I had to go and reread the previous chapters before this one (I don't control the hyperfixation, ok? At this point I take everything that gives me serotonin and milk it for all it's worth).

Coming from the high of chapter 5, you would expect things to slow down immediately.... And they kind of do... But at the same time they don't at all. Yes there's no flesh eating monster trying to murder our faces, thank you very much, but what about the pining, the tension between our couple, the will they won't they. It's absolutely enthralling. I had to remember to relax because I was starting to bite my nails. If you think I'm making it all up, sorry, but I truly felt like that. It's just very well written and I got really hooked up, ok?

The aftermath of the crash and the loss of that many people is very well portrayed. There's gonna be a backlash to the one who survived and the effect of that one person is definitely well described. It doesn't have to be constantly present but something at the back of your mind, gnawing at it. Bones being this huge pillar of support and understanding, that's my jam. Totally here for it.

And then it starts. The back and forth, and the fact that yeah Spock is attentive towards her but it might just be due to the situation but he's still being sweet. I felt that bro, and despite having knowledge of how it might end, it still doesn't take away from the process and the tension of getting to that point. Which, tbh, I consider it a feat all on its own.

Stepping into a new environment and getting to meet new people is never truly described enough in my opinion (that's just my take, don't @ me fanfics writers), but I think you did it very well.

I couldn't hold back a squeal with Missus Spock, and I don't care how idiotic I sound when saying that sentence. I felt Scotty was a bit of an unexpected player. Usually in most of the fics it's Kirk and Bones doing the teasing (not that I dislike it, I live for that older brother energy), but it was quite refreshing seeing Scotty taking the lead and I can see no one better to come up with the title.

And how people would say it too!!

Up your alley definitely got me thinking of that line from BBC Sherlock "not my division". It's a lame joke but if it's stuck in MY head it's also gonna be stuck in YOURS.

There's a good balance between physical touch and her staying away because, lord, is being married to a touch telepath tricky as hell! (especially when sharing quarters with one)

UGH, the depth of character it’s so GOOD!

Due to being so used by media, amnesia can be turned into a bit cliché but you presented it well and didn’t use it as a crutch (which would have been fine, but I find your take much more interesting).

Trying not to be horny on main for this man is as likely for him not to sit slutty: it just can’t happen. Bitches be projecting so much onto your reader that they’re about to enter the astral plain. It’s me. I’m bitches. THAT’S MY DIVISION!!!

And the rest of you don’t get to judge me, we ALL clicked on this series because we’re thirsting after this guy.

On a more PG note, night terrors and possible PTSD are a good way to show her inner turmoil and THANK GOD you added the mention of treatment and talking to a mental health professional. So many fics go for the we never talk about our mental issues and we act like they are not there. You get my solid respect for that (among many other things).

Ok, I gotta admit that the scene with the lute was so heartwarming. I’m weak against a soft!vulcan boi, ok?

The love confession is so good, I could just melt :’). Sometimes it can be so hard (for me at least) to do it fluently and to not either slow down the tempo of the scene or over saturate it. You knocked it out of the park.

And then comes the smut….

Not to be thirsty but oh my fucking god. jesus fucking christ. holy fu cking shit.

Yeah, lets say that you definitely got me more than hot and bothered during that one. You just went ahead and grabbed like most of the greatest kinks and gave us an absolute masterpiece. Don’t know if you have written smut before, but I gotta tell you…you don’t have to worry at all.

And although I have no evidence of such thing, I got a feeling you used my drunken rambling against me when I said LET SPOCK SAY FUCK and was like ‘fine, let’s give them what they want’. if so, don’t know if to feel embarrassed or flattered

Oh god, he does dirty talk, battle is lost lads. Panties ended in like…Mordor at this point. It’s not something easy to do for his type of character, but you made I work perfectly

I do believe Kirk is never gonna look a Spock the same way after hearing what went down that night. xD

In order to finally round up my thoughts, pacing is well kept, and you manage to establish a good chemistry for our couple, the tension is absolutely sublime and the smut is just *cheff’s kiss*

I loved how the series turned out and you should be really proud of your work. I sure am and hope to keep reading your stuff in the future.

Fucking superb, you funky little tribble

ALL THE LOVE AND LIVE LONG AND PROSPER!!! :D

originally submitted by @lumar014

I legit cannot tell you how tickled I was reading this review. Much love, much love.

#the lone survivor #review #lumar014 #spock x reader #submission

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georgemackayhey · 4 years

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Lucky Stars

"George imagine idea where your acting in a movie with him as his romantic interest but it's ur first acting job ever and your super nervous because he's your celeb crush, but he's super sweet to you the whole time and maybe he invites you over to his flat for dinner so they can get to know eachother better xx"

Not gonna lie, it's been really hard for me to write the past couple weeks. Here's a request I've managed to whip up. Just know I'm still tryin' yall! Keep sane out there ♡

w/c: 2k

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There wasn't much more that dazzled you aside from the big screen. Watching actors craft stories between laugh tracks and big band music was the closest thing to magic you knew.

So you moved to L.A, the beating, bleeding heart of showbiz. You weren't sure you'd get very far, but all you wanted was to try. And if you missed your shot at being a great storyteller, you'd still have all your favorites to watch back. It seemed you learned something new from them every new view.

The only thing you had to lose was a bit of shame. The few friends you'd made of neighbors and postmen since moving warned you that the harsh world of auditions and guest lists would make you bitter before too long.

But even after landing a few national commercials, the voice on a low budget children show, and some walk-on television roles, you found out all your neighbors and mailmen were wrong.

A blush burned your cheeks every time you auditioned, whether you delivered a line perfectly or not. And every time you found out you'd been taken off the guest list to someone's exclusive get together you were thrilled at the concept of having ever been invited at all.

You'd come here to bring life to characters with a story to tell. You were so focused on finding new auditions and studying the art of becoming someone else, sometimes you'd lost track of your own value.

When you were sought out to play the lead on a Netflix series, you almost didn't know what to do with yourself. You stayed up all night, making newly matched outfits out of all your old clothes, in an excited daze of trying to get in the headspace of your new character.

You hardly slept the month leading up to table reads, scouring over the little information you had to memorize, determined to be at the top of the game you'd been trying to play for years.

You memorized all your lines, showed up early, and stayed late even when it seemed uncalled for. The truth was you feared if you stopped working so hard, you'd lose it all. Just the right number of messed up lines, just one wrong missed morning, and you'd be back where you started, trying to get to where you were now.

And everyone you met and worked with assured you that you must have had a natural talent in order to have landed a role in such a demanding spotlight. But you couldn't risk it.

By the end of the table reads, you felt like you'd aced a test you spent half of schooling studying for, but still managing to scrape by with a few missed steps.

By when it came time to start shooting, despite all your best efforts to come prepared, you found yourself in a bit of a predicament.

Enter George... your love interest. He was dangerous, in the sense that he had all the stunning looks of a fallen angel but the manners of a bashful 1950's soldier. And besides all his charming qualities, George was a damned good actor.

You didn't want to be the stereotypical girl who fell for her first majorly attractive costar, a low budget Kate clawing for a shred of the next Leonardo DiCaprio's attention, behind the scenes. So when George hovered near enough for you to notice, you reserved yourself down to shy nods and hurried manners to move through the day.

And besides that, when the director called action, you'd become ritualistically nervous. No matter who was acting alongside you, or what set you moved around on, before you got into the swing of delivering your lines, you always had to work at quick speeds to hurdle over a sudden rush of anxieties.

Your director was a kind old soul, always giving you space to breathe and the perfect instructions for you to get your head in the game.

But of course, your anxious jitters multiplied with every scene you were meant to shoot with George.

"Action!" Your director hollered, the sound of bells and whistles alarming everyone to quiet down. You were attempting your third take of a certain scene where your character was meeting George's for the first time. But every time he delivered a certain line alongside a certain longing gaze, you locked up, getting lost in the way his shining eyes seemed to search yours, for real.

And by this take, you hadn't opened up from shutting down the last time. You lingered nervously in the doorway you were meant to enter, mouth open, empty of the words you were meant to say.

George was meant to be distracted. But he curiously glanced over his shoulder, pricing eyes falling pitifully onto you. Then whipped his head toward the director, raising a pausing hand before spinning back in your direction.

Some of the crew went on chattering as George made his timid approach your way, like he was the nervous one. You admired his strong features, his unforgiving beauty. His bold looks were almost a contrast to his soft-spoken nature.

"Are you alright?" He asked in a low, concerned tone. You were almost embarrassed under his searching gaze, but you'd be a fool not to look right back at him. And he was the first person to ask how you were, instead of telling you how to be.

"I just get locked up sometimes. I know all the lines, I just..." You stuttered, ending your explanation with a nervous laugh. George softened too then, like he was glad you didn't have anything worse holding you back.

"Well you know you don't have to start right when they call action. I always take a beat and play the scene over in my head before I go into it." George shrugged, shifting his weight a little nearer to you.

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

"If you'd like, maybe we could run some lines together later. It's always easier to act with someone when you know how they intend to go about the scenes." George let out a gentle laugh, searching your face as you rose a brow in surprise.

"That sounds lovely. If we get through this scene alive that is." You chuckled, shooing him back toward his mark, with some kind of heavenly choir soundtracking your inner monologue. How had you just gotten so lucky?

You nailed the scene after George's well-meaning pep talk and as the day wound to a close, he followed you to a coffee shop on the lot of the studio. The pair of you ordered drinks and talked about the scenes you were meant to share.

He was right, it was much easier to think of walking through each line when you knew how each other felt about the character's motives and feelings. After you'd exhausted the week's script, you took the rest of your coffee and floated home on cloud nine.

After that day, acting with everyone became much easier. You'd settled into a swing, and learned to take deep breaths before diving into whatever scene you shot. But there were some days you were reminded of how important this all was to you. That you were living your dream. And thoughts like that overwhelmed you enough to screw up lines and freak out during lunch breaks.

Your director was kind and always gently eased you back from the brink of losing it. But on days where the script called for shooting profound and difficult scenes, you'd still get caught up in it all.

And, somehow, George always knew just how to talk you out of your nervous state. But today, the director kept changing up the set, and all the lines, shifting you around different camera angles, calling for you and George to kiss about a dozen times in a row. It was getting hard to handle your increased heart rate, and frustration.

"Please don't freak out, darling. It's myself I'm unhappy with." Your director insisted as you shuffled to the side stage to control the breath caught in your throat. He called for a quick break while he sent someone to go find another new prop.

By the time your director had everything sussed out, you still couldn't stop pacing in time to try again.

That's when George stepped in, right in time as always. He assured you that you didn't have to do anything you didn't want to do. Did he seriously think you were put off by having to kiss him a dozen times in a row? Quite the opposite really. Your heart was threatening to burst.

And your director seemed settled on his changes at last, and George was such an excellent example of overabundant patience and kindness that you took his hand and pulled him back on set to get it over and done with.

"You should take my place boy! She takes your direction better than my own!" Your director laughed. It was a funny little remark, one you barely registered in your anxious state.

George was absurdly kind to you. And you were frighteningly receptive to him.

He invited you to keep running lines, as a courtesy. You knew that. Every other day, a half hour at the little coffee shop down the way, it was strictly business.

But you couldn’t help swooning a little when he asked you to dinner, one night. Sure, the rest of the cast had been invited too, but he asked you with a gleam in his eye, you swore you spotted a shimmer.

When it came time to join your co-stars at a fancy brewery, George saved a seat for you at his side. You spent the whole evening chattering about your characters and how you did or didn't relate to them. Your castmates broke into separate conversations when you and George rambled too long about your favorite old films.

And then you went home alone, but you'd never felt more a part of anything in your life. You felt like you belonged.

Days on set became saturated in pure fun. Everyone had gotten to know each other well enough to share commonalities and branch off into groups. And George was usually a part of yours.

He'd join you and a few others on lunch trips. And you were usually the one sent to wake him up from power naps in the middle of the day.

It probably helped that he was always apart of the scenes you shot, and you a part of his. It probably helped that your trips to the coffee shop to read lines turned into mini therapy sessions, where one or the other of you would decompress after a long day, talking about how exhausting it was to pretend to be someone else for so long.

By the time things were beginning to wrap up, you'd realized how utterly attached to George you'd become, without realizing it. You'd always fawned over him sure, but one day you spotted him across the room and felt some supernatural force moving you to meet up with him. And as you moved to join his company you had to wonder when you'd become so delightfully used to it.

You'd get a little too swept up Geogres soft laugh, and the way he asked your opinion about every little thing. You didn't want his company to fizzle away after this was all said and done.

You didn't want to move on to another set, memorize another script. You wanted your own tales to tell, thoughts of your own to share. And... you wanted George to be a part of all of that.

Going home alone at the end of the day seemed more lonely as the weeks went on. And by the time the production had come to an end, you were floored by the sadness that loomed over you.

Your director shouted hoorays and passed out proud sentiments during your last shoot, and as much as you wanted to give proper goodbyes to your fellow actors, you took cover in your trailer to manage your blue feelings.

When you were sure everyone had left, busy to catch another audition or dinner with a friend, you tried to do the same. But every time you tried to leave your trailer, your heart sunk to your feet. You didn't know how to walk away from it all.

By the time you started your slow drift through the shutdown set, all the camera stands and light posts having been abandoned, you soaked up the empty scene, searching for a bit of closure. But all too soon you realized you weren’t alone.

“You’re still here too?” George smiled, stepping into view. His eyes were still bright enough to see in the dimly lit soundstage. You took the sight of him in for a bit, struggling to accept there wouldn't be any more moments quite like this one.

“I’m having a hard time saying goodbye, it seems.” You smiled, despite your honest somber tone. It was probably the most transparent you’d ever really been with him, on or off set.

“What if you didn’t have to?” George asked after a silent beat. The quiet returned just after, as you searched his face, trying to understand what he was asking.

“I think… I think this stopped pretending a long time ago. At least for me,” His lean figure shifted closer to yours as his hand gestured to the space between the two of you. You wondered if this was some vivid fever dream.

“George…” You warned and wondered, all the same, your heart rising from the floor and threatening to burst right out of your chest while George kept his eyes delicately zeroed in on yours.

“Maybe it doesn't have to end here. Maybe we could be together… for real.”

You let out a nervous breath of a laugh. Was this some cruel prank? “Why are you saying this? Do you really feel that way?”

“I realized, maybe too late, that I wasn’t just acting. And I have a hunch you weren’t either.” George dared to step closer, his eyes falling to your mouth as you bit your lip to save from saying something you might have regretted.

“There are no cameras. It’s just us now, really us. And I really like you.” George dared to close the gap between you as he spoke each word with care. And when he raised a hand to tilt your chin, you were done for.

His lips melded with yours, one arm circling around your waist to pull you close as could be. Time seemed to freeze over and speed up all at once, thoughts spinning in a blur in your mind as you kissed George back.

You weren’t sure how long it lasted, only that he pulled away too soon.

“Come to the premiere with me?” George asked quietly, pushing some of our hair away from your eyes.

“Lucky for you that’s the deal.” You grinned, gazing into his eyes as he kept a stronghold around you. The whole cast had long been chattering about how excited you all were to promote your show together.

“But we’ve got a few weeks till then. How shall we pass the time?” George asked like he was afraid he wouldn’t get to see you until then.

“I’ve got a few ideas.” You admitted shyly, “You could come home with me if you’d like to start checking off that list.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” George smiled, leaning in for another quick, sweet kiss.

As you tangled your fingers together, walking into the warm summer night, you felt lucky for having ended up here when you did. You'd moved to this city of all cities to tell someone's story. And then it hit you. All those scripts and plots, they'd been born from something, from somewhere. You realized that you didn't just want to be a part of the narrative.

You wanted your own. And you wanted it with George. You wanted to live such a spectacular chain of events alongside him that in a few decades time, that one day they'd retell your own story on the big screen.

When you looked over to see George happily floating in step with you, you wondered who might play the pair of you in the rom-com they based off of your very own love story. Above everything, you hoped he'd always be your leading man.

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#george mackay #george mackay x reader #george mackay imagine #george mackay fanfic

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cringeytwilightsideblog · 4 years

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if yall want part 2 tell me i only have one brain cell left

(Ok so in this one Bella and Alice are a couple bear with me)

Edward Cullen walked out of Forks high school with his siblings and Bella, thinking about how ready he was to stew in depression all weekend. But his thoughts were interrupted by the collective mind-screaming of about 20 boys in unison. Jasper stiffened, assaulted by the pure idiocy rolling off the group.

“What’s going on over there?” Rosalie asked, pointing to the boys. They seemed to be… harassing an old man? An old man with a cardboard box. Edward strained to read the guy’s mind, which seemed to be going with a no thoughts head empty vibe with a side serving of JESUS IS THE ONE TRUE LOOOOOOOORD. Edward liked him on sight.

“Come hither, siblings, and we shall see what this is all about.” he said, motioning his brothers and sisters forward. Only Alice, Jasper and Bella came along, though. Rosalie and Emmett were already skittering off towards their car.

“What’s THEIR problem?” Bella asked. “This seems lit, bro.”

“I am glad you think so, dearest one.” Edward replied, and set off at a clip towards the old man. He was wearing a suit and a bowler hat and was handing out small orange books. Bella, who liked books, yeeted herself a few meters towards him, fell over and skinned her knee, caused the attending vampires some discomfort, and continued onward to the man, who as it turns out, was handing out bibles.

“Ugh, guys.” she whispered. “It’s just bibles.”

Edward grinned. This guy was amazing- suit? CHECK. Bibles? CHECK. What more was there to admire in a person? He walked up to the man and smiled his famous crooked smile™ .

“Hello, sir, I’m Edward Cullen. And you are?” He held his hand out to shake.

“Rocky Smith.”

“Wonderful name. Now, may I ask, what sort of mission are you on with these bibles?”

“I’m trying to make the youth appreciate Jesus. All they care about these days is ‘Ticktock’ and anxiety…” Edward stopped focusing on the man’s voice and turned his vampire eyesight on his face. Rocky was… beautiful. There was no other word for it- his pasty, doughy face… Those pale blue eyes, like if you turned the saturation down on. Um. Something blue… That dull, brown hair under the hat… And he liked Jesus! Oh, why was God so cruel? So cruel as to put Edward and this man on the same earth together, knowing that they could never be?

“Kid? Are you OK?” Rocky asked, those pale, watery eyes staring at him with concern. That concern looked real, but how should Edward know? Was he not a soulless monster, devoid of the most basic of emotions? Oh, Rocky! God yeeteth and God yoinketh away, Edward knew, but for once could his life go in the RIGHT direction? Please, God, please! Yeet Rocky the feels™ for me or yoink this horrible feeling away!

“Y-yes. I’m alright.”

“I asked you, do YOU love Jesus?”

Edward stared at him. Up until now, Jesus had been his only passion in life. But with a single glimpse at Rocky’s beautiful face, his world had turned upside down. If you loved a man more than Jesus himself, what should you do?

“Yes... Yes, I love Jesus.” I love you more, O beautiful bible man. I love you more than my cold, cruel, vampire heart thought possible. Is this what it is like to FEEL? To yearn, to love?

Rocky smiled at him. “You know, you can become a youth ambassador for our program. I’m one myself.”

“Really? How old are you?”

“I’m 20, so not exactly youth anymore-” He gave an awkward chuckle- “But I started distributing the word of the Lord at the age of 14.”

SOUNDS LIKE A CULT, Alice thought at him.

“I would like very much to be a youth ambassador,” Edward said, ignoring his sister and staring into the beautiful eyes of Rocky. Rocky smiled back and pulled a small orange bible off the stack. In the spot where you could write your name, he wrote a phone number.

541-484-7272.

Oh! Phone number of angels!

Edward watched as he wrote ‘To Edward from Rocky God is love bro’ under the phone number and handed it to him.

“T-thank you.” Edward said, and if he had blood he would have blushed.

#twilight #twilight crack #rb for part 2 i need motivation to make my braincell wORK IT

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Birthday Dinner - Brock Boeser

requested: yes

from anon : Could you do prompt one from that secretly in love list with someone?? Like maybe Brock If you write for him?

warnings: light cursing

word count: 1.9k

masterlist link in bio!

a/n: yall i loved writing this! it was from the secretly in love prompt list if anyone wants to send prompt 2 or 3 in! and obviously love writing for brock! thanks for requesting anon!! sorry it took a hot minute! (Y/I) means your initials.

Brock had decided to take me to my favorite restaurant for my birthday, which is how I ended up sitting across from him clad in a flirty little red dress and heels at the best Italian place in Vancouver.

I had opposed, trying to get him to opt for something a little more lowkey, like wine night on my couch, but he said, “(Y/N),” his dimples poking out with laughter, “we do that every night. Don’t you wanna go out, do something other than staycation like a couch potato?”

He had lifted my legs and plopped them back down on his lap as he sat down and I turned the volume up on the T.V to drown him out.

“Don’t be like that (Y/I)!” He yelled as I kept turning the volume up.

“This movies’ so good!”

He chuckled and leaned to grab the remote off my leg but I caught him creepin’ and yanked it to the other side of my body.

He went with the movement, the weight of his strong build crushing me as he reached for the remote I was holding over the top of my head.

Brock smirked, pinning me down on the couch as he easily reached for it. I dropped the remote on the floor and he laughed but made no move to get up off of me and get it.

“Bad move.” His eyes flicked down to mine, and with no way to hide the blush saturating my cheeks from his body pressed snugly against me, I feigned ignorance.

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU IT’S SO LOUD.” I smiled, having turned the volume all the way up before dropping it, but as his face leaned closer to mine it felt a little like I had lost this battle.

“Can you hear me now?” His lips were right up next to my ear and my body tensed up with nerves but I lightly shook my head no.

He grabbed the remote from the floor and turned it off as he sat up. “How bout now?” He grinned.

I pouted, “but Brockkkk.”

He took my hand in his, “(Y/N), let’s go to dinner, just you and me. Okay? We can go wherever you want, just let your best friend do something nice for you on your birthday. You never let me do anything for you.”

It was true, I never wanted him to feel like I was taking advantage of him or that I relied on him for things. I always did everything on my own terms, I could let him do this one thing. He looked so sincere, the only thing I could do was agree.

“Okay. Luigi’s it is then.”

So here I am, sitting across from a beaming Brock, who was only stoked that he dragged me out of the house for a change.

He looked handsome, in a white button down and slacks. The few buttons undone at the top along with his signature tousled blonde locks made him look rugged. I hate to admit that it turned me on.

“What are you looking at?” He mused.

“The piece of lettuce stuck in your teeth from lunch.” He immediately checks his teeth with his tongue and I laugh when he tries to get the nonexistent piece of lettuce out as the waiter approaches our table.

“I don’t feel like I’m a year older though.” I said finishing up my Marsala. “ I feel like the passing of time is so weird. Like I don't feel like I’m supposed to be this old, but in a few days my mom is gonna call back and tell me how I’m such an adult and how she remembers this time only a few years ago. I don’t know.”

“Time is weird.” He said, “Remember my birthday at the rink? I was probably what? 11?”

My cheeks flushed, “God how could I forget.”

I had a crush on him then and I wanted to impress him with my hockey skills.

Except I couldn’t skate. And I definitely didn’t know how to play hockey.

I was the only girl at his party and the rest of the guests happened to be his hockey and baseball teammates.

I landed face first and chipped a tooth on the ice after attempting Brock’s wicked slapshot by myself with no balance.

The only pro was that he carried me off the ice and stayed with me until my mom picked me up to get it fixed. I think I fell for him a little harder then.

“I thought it was cute.” He smiled. “You wanted to be like me.”

“Yeah, right.” I scoffed, “That was forever ago.”

“Felt like yesterday.” He said. “Member when you tripped down the stairs and busted your knee open?”

“That was last week.” I deadpanned.

He smirked, “felt like forever ago.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” He laughed as I just grabbed the dessert menu with a playful scowl.

We looked over the menu for a minute, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted lemon gelato or stracciatella.

“Hey, you should totally pretend to propose to me,” Brock said putting the menu down. “We can see if someone in the restaurant gives us free dessert. People love it when stuff like that happens.”

My stomach flipped. I couldn’t even say I liked him, let alone propose - fake or not. “Why am I the one proposing? You do it. It was your idea.”

“Fine.” He grinned, and it was all too alarming, “take your ring off and hand it over.”

My heartbeat picked up as I slid the lone ring off my hand. It was the only one I wore. A plain silver band, one that I had gotten from being initiated into my sorority. It was the only piece of jewelry I never took off.

And as I placed it in Brock’s hand my heartbeat sped up immensely.

We were in the middle of the restaurant. It wasn’t like we were in some back corner booth where people might not notice. No, this was the real deal, and if Brock was gonna do this, he better sell it. And it better be some damn good dessert.

“(Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N),” he started strong as he got down on one knee in front of me and grabbed my hand in his, “I knew from the first time I met you, that you were supposed to be apart of my life in some way, shape, or capacity. I didn’t know at 5 years old that it would be way more than I expected. I was just looking for a green crayon in class and instead I found my life partner.”

By this time people were starting to take notice but Brock seemed completely invested in his little ruse.

“At 11 I admired your bravery and confidence from afar, being the only girl at my birthday party had its falls,” he winked as I rolled my eyes, “but you had the best slapshot there. At 15 I realized that you were equally beautiful inside out and I was an absolute idiot not to notice before. The way you cared for me when I was going through one of the hardest times in my life, showed me that I would be miserable without you. At 18 we went to prom and the NHL draft. I don’t really remember which one was more daunting. Getting drafted or trying not to screw up dancing with the girl I loved.”

I didn’t realize my eyes were watering as much as they were, and as I blinked a few tears away I could see an equal amount of emotion shining in Brock’s eyes too.

“And now sitting here I want to tell you that I love you, and that you’re my absolute best friend and favorite person in the entire world and I couldn’t imagine doing life without you by my side. Will you marry me?” I felt weak, as the tears slipped out of my eyes. He was my best friend, but I didn’t realize he looked at me that way. I had too many emotions coursing through me, that the only thing I could think of was “I love you too. Yes!”

He shakily slid the ring on my finger as he took my face in his hands and kissed me fervently. I had imagined what it would be like before, kissing Brock, but I never knew it could be like this. I could feel the passion all of his words conveyed as his lips glazed over my own.

Instinctively I moved closer to him as one hand rested on my hips keeping me secure against him. Our mouths slowly burned as our tongues met, and one of my hands wrapped around his neck, playing with the curls there.

And then I heard clapping. And I realized we were in the middle of the restaurant. And I was utterly embarrassed.

I looked to Brock to see a gleam in his blue eyes, cheeks blazing pink, and arms still strapped securely around my waist.

He smirked at me “I knew you felt the same, glad we finally got everything out in the open.”

“Oh shut it.” I pawed at his chest, slowly admiring the way that I fit against him like a puzzle piece, and I wanted to believe for a minute that we actually were getting married.

He dragged his chair to sit next to me as I came out of the daze we were just in. The people in the restaurant were congratulating us, as the waitstaff brought out some flamboyant dessert with congratulations written in chocolate on the plate. His hand never leaving mine.

“It’s on the house, congratulations, you two are so in love, we’re so happy for you both.”

I looked to Brock but he was already looking at me. “Thank you so much.”

“No problem. Have a great rest of your evening.” Neither of us made a move.

“All that for a damn dessert?” I asked turning to him.

“All of that for you. Happy birthday (Y/N).” He said softly, leaning his forehead on mine.

I took a breath, closing my eyes as my fingers found the material of his shirt. “You meant what you said, when ya, you know, fake proposed to me?”

“Of course I meant it. I’ve loved you since we were 15 and you came to visit me as soon as I got back from Europe. When you stayed with me until I felt better, even if that meant sitting doing nothing in my room, or going to practices with me, or the funeral. I always had you, that’s when I fell for you. I just didn’t want to ruin anything. But you had to, you had to know how I felt-I”

I kissed him again, a light peck, but it tingled all the same.

“I feel the same way, always have.”

He smiled but then I frowned, “wait did you plan to tell me your feelings that way or was that some spur of the moment thing?”

He chuckled, “spur of the moment. I’m glad I did it, but that was poor foresight on my part, now we can’t come here when I actually propose to you.”

“Brockkkk. Oh my gosh.” I hid my face in my hands.

But he pulled them away as he laughed and dug into the dessert. “You know I really love you right.”

“Now I do.” I smiled but then I realized something. “Ya know, we could’ve just told them it was my birthday if all you wanted was a free dessert.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” He grinned goofily and I nudged his hand as he took a bite, smearing the chocolate sauce across his lips and nose.

I laughed, as he licked it off with his tongue. “You’re so dramatic.”

“But you love me.” He said as he moved to kiss me. I fell for it easily and ended up with chocolate sauce all over my mouth. I think I could get used to it though.

Best birthday ever.

#brock boeser #vancouver #vancouver canucks #canucks #hockey #NHL Hockey #hockey boys #hbsimagine #my husband #brock sign your contract 2k19 #friends to lovers #friends to more #hockey stories #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #hockey blurb #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockeybabestars

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March 9th-March 15th, 2020 CTP Archive

The archive for the Comic Tea Party week long chat that occurred from March 9th, 2020 to March 15th, 2020. The chat focused on HoverGirls by Geneva Bowers.

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BOOK CLUB START!

Hello and welcome everyone to Comic Tea Party’s Book Club~! This week we’ll be focusing on HoverGirls by Geneva Bowers~! (https://hovergirls.com/)

You are free to read and comment about the comic all week at your own pace until March 15th, so stop on by whenever it suits your schedule! Discussions are freeform, but we do offer discussion prompts in the pins for those who’d like to have them. Additionally, remember that while constructive criticism is allowed, our focus is to have fun and appreciate the comic! Whether you finish the comic or can only read a few pages, everyone is welcome to join and chat with us!

DISCUSSION PROMPTS – PART 1

1. What did you like about the beginning of the comic?

2. What has been your favorite moment in the comic (so far)?

3. Who is your favorite character?

4. Which characters do like seeing interact the most?

5. What is something you like about the art? If you have a favorite illustration, please share it!

6. What is a theme you like that the comic explores?

7. What do you like about the comic’s story or overall related content?

8. Overall, what do you think the comic’s strengths are?

Don’t feel inspired by the prompts? Feel free to discuss anything else that interested you!

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

It's so eye catching!

The bold color scheme immediately creates a strong identity for the comic

The contrast between the two MCs is

I'll comment more when I've read past literally just the first page lol

eli [a winged tale]

Wow I love the art! Very beautiful palette and interesting characters right off the bat (pun intended!). Great dynamics between our two mains and love the magic so far!

mcapriglione (Falconhyrste)

yall I heard you were talking about hover girls and I came running

I just caught up like yesterday because I'm sick so I've spent the whole day reading comics, also I picked up a physical copy from geneva at c2e2 and that's what got me started on the series!

What stands out to me so much is the characters, jalissa and kim are total opposites, and it's really interesting to see them interact with each other. also the little things in the background that tell more about the characters, like jalissa's love for soap operas and kim's references ahaha

RebelVampire

So time for me to jump into the chat. What I like about the beginning is that it starts you off with this sort of beautiful artwork and magical feel, only to drop the mundane on you with the coffee shop and the obsession with ranking on social media. Something about how this starts really gives me this sort of more modern day magical girl feel that usually isn't quite there. Like it's a bit gritty feeling cause life is gritty, and I like that. As for favorite moment in the comic so far, I'm partial to when the girls discovered their powers. I like how it just sort of happened, and the different reactions they had to it. It was both magical and funny. Also for the reasons below. My favorite character is Jalissa, no content. Jalissa is basically my spirit animal. Doesn't want fame, just wants to catch up on the soaps, but somehow winds up with more energetic people. All of Jalissa's reactions to everything are great and I love it. For characters interacting, really it has to go to Jalissa and Kim. They're such polar opposites I think you'd have to try to NOT enjoy it. But either way, that opposites thing really just makes their interactions endearing and interesting since going in you know they'll disagree and yet somehow wind up doing the same thing together anyway. So I really enjoy that about their relationship.

As for the art, I really just love the color design combined with the style. It has a very whimsical feel that works for the abundant blue schemes and I really just adore every bit of the atmosphere it creates. For themes, I like that the comic explores ego. Like that moment where Kim asked if she was getting too full of herself really hit home. And I like that the comic kind of explores that even if you know that you might get egotistical and all high and mighty, its not the easiest thing in the world to stop either. For the story's overall content, I'm just gonna point to what I liked about the beginning. I like that its a bit more mature, modernized magical girl story where the magical girls are adults. That's probably just bias in that I'm an adult so I relate more to adults.

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DISCUSSION PROMPTS – PART 2

9. What do you think Jalissa’s backstory and relationship with her family is? How do you think Jalissa will continue to change as the story progresses, and what will Kim’s role be in it? Further, how will Kim change?

10. Why do you think Kim was suddenly possessed, and how dangerous are they? Can Kim be saved from it? Additionally, why was the person who possessed Kim surprised Jalissa also had powers?

11. Do you think Jalissa and Kim will succeed as magical girls and become popular? Why or why not? Additionally, how might this change the future plans each has decided upon for their career?

12. What do you think this comic teaches us about pursuing our dreams and responsibility? What has been your favorite moment in the comic so far that deals with these themes? Don’t feel inspired by the prompts? Feel free to discuss anything else that interested you!

gee

Hello CTP! This is the creator of HoverGirls c: I want to thank you all for taking the time to read and discuss this comic! I bet you're all pros at what makes a good story, so it's really humbling to know that it's liked so far. I'll be happy to answer any q's about story, chars, etc. And it was super nice to finally meet you @mcapriglione (Falconhyrste) and hope you feel better!

mcapriglione (Falconhyrste)

Aaaaa hey welcome to the chat @gee !

Tantz Aerine (Without Moonlight)

Ok I just finished reading the entire comic start to finish. I have to say I'm not only impressed by the wonderful art and refreshing color scheme that makes me think of wild summer, but amazed that I find myself invested in this story! Usually it's not my cup of tea at all, but Hover Girls are going to clearly be the exception. I'm adding this to my comic bookmarks The first thing I have to give my kudos for is the sheer character design and characterization. I had sincere, and in Kim's case, almost visceral reactions to both girls, and the Korean guy (his name sounds Korean). While Jalissa intrigued me from the start, Kim got under my skin to the point I found her insufferable! It is only in the last few pages with her backstory flashback that I somewhat feel sympathy for her. I love the interaction between these two, and also how the story is paced so that we get to gradually become aware of more layers and nuance in the relationship they have. Jalissa's love and concern for Kim was clear to me from the start, while Kim's not so much. She (Kim) came across to me as immature, self-centered and inconsiderate. Later, when we see more of their history, I got to see the concern and love from Kim's side too. That's excellent writing to go with the excellent art. I also really like the premise with the alien creatures! I am intrigued and want to know more. Finally, I want to talk about the humour in the dialogue and the art in general. I love how there's a streak of black humour throughout the comic. My favourite character is (in case you didn't infer it yet) Jalissa, but I like the entire cast. They need each other to organically bounce off each other and develop. And lastly, I have to mention the really fun brand names and soap titles. Always makes me grin. Wonderful work @gee !(edited)

RebelVampire

I get the impression that Jalissa was a typical delinquent and that her parents werent around much - hence the delinquency. And so I imagine it's a bit strained at the best of it. I think Jalissa moving is her attempt to turn things around, and I think that is what will happen. Jalissa will become more responsible, take more of a sense of duty, etc. Which is what I think will happen with Kim, along with a healthy dose of gaining some humility. As for why Kim was suddenly possessed, maybe the weather? Regardless, 100% I'm sure Kim can be saved. Only bad villains monologue so Kim got taken over by a bad villain. As for why Jalissa's powers are a surprise, probably a lack of communication due to alien bureaucracy. Jalissa and Kim will definitely succeed as magical girls if you tone down expectations to be heroes who fight crime as opposed to what we see in every anime where they fight and just are completely fine and sparkly. As for becoming popular, maybe for a bit, but honestly, probably not. The internet is fickle so sure they might get a viral video....but then everyone will move on. I think it will mostly only change Jalissa's plans as she's finds there are more important things in the world than soaps. As for what the comic teaches about pursuing our dreams is that it's hard. My favorite moment is actually Kim checking if anyone liked the pic and it was just Jalissa. The world is saturated with talent, and even if you have the drive, the skills, etc., getting noticed is kind of a slog. But I think Kim shows us at least might as well keep trying.

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

I had the opposite reaction as @Tantz Aerine (Without Moonlight) ! Jalissa irritated me at first, while I liked Kim. But then, when I saw Jalissa's genuine kindness, I liked her more, and when Kim started showing her flaws- how she's kind of self-centered and naive, I started to like her less. That's not to say I think this comic has bad writing, though! I like how the author has given everyone such realistic flaws. I went through a lot of cycles of liking and disliking the characters, and I think that reflects how it feels as you get to know some people irl. These characters are complex!

Seeing stoic Jalissa get truly angry at Kim was powerful.

I like the detail of Jalissa keeping her bat in her backpack's water bottle holder

"Only bad villains monologue so Kim got taken over by a bad villain. "

Rebel, that made me laugh

I think it's true too(edited)

chalcara [Nyx+Nyssa]

+ü´´´´´´b n#ä+ß

Tantz Aerine (Without Moonlight)

@Eightfish (Puppeteer) it's exactly that we get different and real reactions to these characters that is the proof of excellent writing. We react differently, but we react as if they were real people and that's an absolute win!

mathtans

Woo, my schedule's eased a bit and this looked interesting. For the discussion prompts...

1. The beginning set things up well in terms of a quickie fight and then the characters and city situation. There was humour in that too. Good tone.

2. Fave moment, as far as plot was probably Jalissa interacting with blonde boy (sorry, forget the name) in particular because it seemed to be foreshadowing. Fave moment for relatability was the phone message with "Get to the point" because I SO relate to that.

3. Tough call on character. Both mains have good qualities and I don't feel I know the others well enough yet. I suppose Jalissa for her straightforward nature and sticking to her guns (like about dresses).

4. I liked Jalissa and Blonde Boy interacting, funny enough, as I said earlier. The cousin banter is good but the former stood out somehow.

5. The art's a neat blend of emphasis in some places and less in others; also interesting how the hair is done. Not sure why that sticks out.

6. I'm very bad at noticing themes. It's neat showing what "magical girls" do in their off hours. Also the troubles with getting noticed.

7. Story's clever, and I felt suspicious of Blonde Boy from him being around during the powers acquisition, which seems to be paying off. Nice to see ladies of colour too.

mathtans

8. Comic's got a bit of everything. Magic, mystery, slice-of-life... a reader can probably gravitate to something.

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DISCUSSION PROMPTS – PART 3

13. What are you most looking forward to seeing in regards to the comic?

14. Any final words of encouragement for the comic? Don’t feel inspired by the prompts? Feel free to discuss anything else that interested you!

mathtans

9. Jalissa seems to be someone who grew up in a difficult situation and needs to blow off steam sometimes. I'm reminded of the time she punched the wall - but then within a day went to get the materials needed to fix it. I feel like she had an unhappy home life with no real outlet or people to talk to about it. Maybe the fighting evil will help, or at least give her a sense of accomplishment. Kim needs to be a bit more grounded in reality, and I suspect will, although at the same time you kind of hate to see it happen, like the death of innocence or something.

10. I wondered if possession was always part of the plan against Kim (once it happened), and that's why the water beings were around, like they're trying to get access to the powers... though it's seeming like it was always something inside her, she was simply able to suppress the feeling for a time. Until she was at a low point emotionally.

Actually, I always thought BlondeBoy had something to do with the attacks, and in the scene between him and Jalissa (the earlier one in the alley) you saw hint of blue in the art, and one wonders whether he was acting normally. I wasn't sure if it was a subconscious thing or a conscious thing. Now I wonder if Kim wasn't manifesting the items herself on some subconscious level, wanting something to defeat. Though maybe he still had a hand in it too.

Of course, maybe the weather has something to do with it too, as Rebel remarked on.

mathtans

11. I feel like their power as magical girls is possibly tied to the presence (or at least strength) of the enemy, otherwise why wouldn't it make the news more? (Granted, could be obliviousness by the populace, but this seems to be reinforced by the current plot elements.) As such, their magical days seem numbered... unless they could fight against regular mundane foes? I dunno. The world doesn't seem to care much about supernatural either.

mathtans

Maybe they should change their name? Hovering doesn't sound too aggressive, and I don't think they do it that much anyway. Granted, DampGirls isn't catchy, and H2OGirls is a bit clinical. ^.^

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

I love this comic! The two main characters play incredibly off each other, and there's lots of great comedic moments. My fav is Jalissa.

I wonder if it is the weather that's causing these possessions? Because, like, the flying fish attacks in general are tied to the rain. Maybe particularly rough rainstorms cause possessions? I feel like the thing that possessed Kim and the boy was what brought about the powers in the first place - the energy that came down from the sky on the beach. It's odd how the blonde dude didn't seem to use powers but got possessed first, while Kim uses her powers the most and got possessed second... maybe Jalissa has an easier time resisting because she has the strongest will?

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

@snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights) I don't think Jalissa can get possessed- Bob said that his soul was split in two, and Jalissa got the powers while Korean guy got the mind

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

ah yes, that's true

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

@mathtans I like "Hovergirls"! It's cute and catchy

gee

The title I still don't 100% like, TBH. I legitimately thought on it for a week before starting on this comic and still couldn't think of anything better XD

RebelVampire

What I'm most looking forward to in the comic is probably just more Jalissa in general and finding out why Jalissa is the way Jalissa is. Overall though, this is a beautiful comic with a great combination between modernization and magical girls with just the right hint of maturity that makes it more appealing for an adult. Definitely would recommend to adult fans of magical girl stories!

mathtans

To be clear, I had no issue with the title of the comic... with some comics there's only an offhand reference too. I guess I was more picturing the ladies arguing, were Jalissa to get more into it.

As to the rest of the questions, I think the comic can show that reality is somewhere between the two of them (though they do play off each other very well) as far as dreams and responsibility go. I'm vaguely curious to know whether the alien might be having a positive (or negative?) influence on BlondeBoy, who seemed a bit of a jerk from the lens of the others.

The world building is well done too, like I could even see spinoffs... these aliens apparently just sent a couple emissaries to Earth, maybe there's some sort of space force out there fighting too. Maybe they see Kim's videos and want to recruit her. Or hire her for public relations. idk.

Anyway, looks great, definitely an interesting read and nice showcasing of things you don't see other places, best with it!

gee

Huge thank you all CTP group for giving HoverGirls a read! I cannot thank you enough for giving your time and thoughts on this story and it’s been incredibly helpful and encouraging!!

snuffysam (Super Galaxy Knights)

It was a great read, gee!

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BOOK CLUB END!

Thank you everyone so much for reading and chatting about HoverGirls this week! Please also give a special thank you to Geneva Bowers for volunteering the comic and creating it! If you liked HoverGirls, make sure to continue to support it via some of the links below!

Read and Comment: https://hovergirls.com/

Geneva’s Store: https://gdbee.store/

Geneva’s Twitter: https://twitter.com/gdbeeart

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XnationalZ

BUSY BLOW TORCHING DABS

Door doesn’t open it glides on rails like the entrance impales tracks leave scabs

They pick at them like a flurry of energy inertly imperil and in peril while sterile the enemy isn’t at his post busy blow torching dabs

Laughing gas to a mass of brain cells that might as well been in cell or for sale to sell for the fact of not being usable like loud theater patrons at musical

Stomping footsteps upsets the stairwell, Hercule as security

picks you up and while airborne you get the farewell.

A good bye of sorts a great try physically the body with a little help contorts but spiritually its dormant in hibernation protected in a fort. The outside winds set him to the maximum miles per hour bumping over the welts. Swelling is mainstream never go underground. A golf club waving at lightning

A day filled with bad decisions. A perfect life a nocturnal health freak who is slowing dying because of the hours he choose to sleep. North of the sauna lives out of water a piranha gills with chankla…. Flip flop the hip hop to this mantra…. They got Bin Laden but the tomatoes slices cut au gratin and their insides just by general principal all rotten every good deed all but forgotten.

They attempted because it looked great on camera to have caughten Sadam but the madam of the ministry secretly had many a body double dangling feet from noose corpse of course wasn’t who they thought they had bad DNA tests fail when not given. You’ll just straight believe without any thought or thinking in a closed space trying to identify who is stinking. This planet in that galaxy is sinking below where it once orbited and your whole existence is defined of what you afforded how toxins are absorbed y’all point the finger iota morbid.

As blood dripping on everything like a loop of hemoglobin training goblins to run tasks on apps. Hairless ape with only a little fur missing - hand and the wrist slice is still fresh magenta pink placenta veiny underwent chef prep, impractical to prevent a story to end like this begin as it went, we muster the emotion to climb street curb like step, tentacle suction cup girlfriend tales like cotton swab on bunny ear manifesto. One piece bikini transacting - posts no bill. Open register the creditor turned into a collector, an editorial of breadwinner meanwhile back in the western hemisphere sky is too clear - cuts retina sundries colander fluid filter an array of enemies attacked the command post. The mid morning foray angrily adjusted. You could totally notice the moment the ward went kaleidoscope twist 33 degree. As the crow fly viewpoint saw the west wing extend and to what seems like an elbow bend but they aint drinking consuming much of nothing except orders from the chief who dictates the whereabouts and you gotta be down cannot have doubts they don’t come in shouts - illest hand signals in the game it’s an artistic beauty to see the tic for tac counterattack he who gets the most vagina must be the Mack. Diesel easel drawer no undies they were left in dresser drawer and if it don’t work out oh no the lawyer is not pro bono yet the retainer fixed the teeth apprehended the beef no more issues.

Him whose piss poor planning continues will be facing the sultry seductress Miss Hughes 4 feet 6 shoes opposite of the elephant of Hindus infamous for the pop ins on miscues So real was breakfast cereal mammal sauce from cashews. Nipple hula hoop sports car aficionado drop top in the coupe where they kept the chickens. Jumpy trampoline mouth fortune reader foreseen vulgar obscene potty lips unclean that contingency of the attorney of where wonder land on a poca dot which marks the spot. Accuracy solar hot, lift off broke apart space shuttle heat pads over hot not matter if they were chosen or not. Nudity not as bad as could be frontal, wide opening little exit funnel so many come backs you can’t shoot down every rebuttal. We double as secret agents where birds are fowl and flagrant evil as the vortex in control of this spaceship. I got it plannded see use that ladder granted to climb into the zoo – carefully pinpoint were from the top we landed snag a handful thus huck right between their eyes candid close to the nose as possible rancid so they go crazy - ape shit

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++NOTHING and LIKE it

You’ll get nothing and like it. No matter how much you despite it.

Like you wanted that new whip but you were too good for the bus so you bike it.

Like it ever mattered – your best bud did the same inebriated on the way home dump truck made him splattered we identified the body basically because only thing left the t-shirt he wore that night tattered. I want a hamburger – with a vegan patty in the current state of Armageddon it doesn’t look good brethren Xnational that’s why I rock the same hairdo as a Tibetan. No a cheese burger yall overreacting on this meat is murder so is a relentless ethic of work especially when exhausted and it hurt. We’ve been threatened by a heavy weapon. I was reading about Reagan and outline seems Pagan that’s as good for you as dippin Copenhagen spittin telling the surgeon do not beckon the question I love when my gummies are redden. Cancer of the embouchure is more than a Horoscope sign I concur. I want a hot dog. Smothered in mustard covered in meat trimmings ground up chemicals as the fixings. Bought my rhymes with a great bargain from Groupon. Even added a discount photoshopped counterfeit coupon. Creating to the beat the loops on. I don’t know is a Bentley a Rolls Royce because in the back seat the window lowered and I was offered grey poupon do you happen to have another choice. Already had condiments on my weenie. Get off my computer don’t you dare peep my documents. My sentiments exactly the conference in regards to arguments approximates Many inter-nationalities at least 3 continents. Ancestor occupants with these words I’m a biochemist marketing guerrillas in the midst of this mist. We the tapestry of ornaments via the internets correspondents it’s like I’m studied on my own no paperwork to show my doctorate of rocking it. I want a milkshake mixed extra thick so it actually improves my life. Massacre in the streets. Soul gets fasten to the beats. Emotion in a drum pattern. Puts the spirit at ease changes lives makes memories. We reminisce lacking candor look back in retrospect kinesis situational intensity convince myths as the centripetal force drifts making you cause conflicts with the dame you caressed whose early departure has you dismissed flailing arms is a fit temper tantrum get nothing and like it anthem in this for the marathon and beyond whereupon such a large portion of our population is related to Genghis Khan. What was going on? Mating a savage motivation bondage of ancestral astral projections. In a succession of going with aggression. Talking too much now I’m a witness to this confession. I didn’t want to know that nor should you want to share it - in your heart bear with it. I need to check up on what era that was. I want potato chips crisper than a whisper in a dark room embracing solitude twiddling a whisker brisker than podcast radio transistor, he was very bad only did one movie but he was a fister, turned that lifestyle around and became a wonderful listener, except after he kissed her, she fiddled his zipper, polished half handle of liquor, hand cuffs cutoff circulation like a prisoner, as she moved towards his waistline she announced OK noodle, his phone screen lit up he couldn’t get up - his unit wouldn’t get up, Here is the kicker, she addressed yours is so much pinker, than red shade of a swisher, Oh yes it is sir right when she was about to go to town cell phone screen with the rear camera face down accessed a video Oh yes Mister Fisher. Vid featuring a debutante with oily wrist smash grab a sphincter. Homegirl peeped it out the corner of her eye. Jeez Louise Guy, you think she liked it, those are screams of terror why did you video tape and mic it? Payback is real He said no no stop she said you will get nothing and like it.

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Bloop Didn't Match Bleep

Flat line monitor they filed with the manufacturer to get truth because bloop didn’t match bleep

Was she dead or deep asleep it takes a large leap of courage to surpass milestones when laid out flat on back thick as a board bright as feather totally do laps passing my stone counting per mile our style lashes out flashes of the bang - boom go sky. They hope when it’s over something changes dramatically like a star fall macho man bar brawl telekinetic script to anyone one whom you bonded importance of existence is something you cannot deny.

Fly by the seat of pants, advance like cash flow, difficult to rap slow, I wanna run it like you need it get roller pinned and kneaded, Hebrew jui-jitsu submission look at what his knee did. Star of David on his playlist we turning off tech on Satur no matter bribery or how you flatter your condolences belated along with ski masks raided should of seen them coming the porch was shaded driveway isolated doctrine confirmed over something we traded urine peptide beaker foggy but perplex this – His best amigo did too much acid like amino so when he was at cathouse heard a whore moan he could only cognate behavior to influence mood balanced hormone as the counterpoint feline payment never transacted fee to wait in line. What skill or excellences are you pursuing how can you portray without any cueing. Hit your marks. Spit in pitch black fire mouth out sparks.

It’s your energy that relay tend to take opposition and sway. Assists their dishin’ drug addicts spinning to get spun on a mission in addition to addiction they act like they don’t lie this is no audition you’re grown why you want permission to ruin your life You see in LA a Bruin cub a forty niner in Long Beach data gets scrubbed unit information placed out of reach. Look what the cat drug in, breeze blew in you could have been somebody a shoo in. Migrated to Peru in a mobile pyramid amongst doubters, its like the shouters are first with inside out lower lip pouters claim to be ballers all they are is browsers knickerbockers shirtless with trousers waving a give me a freebie voucher so I roll with moon howlers now does this overwhelm like towers stimulates give us powers of the third kind and our encounters.

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Gun Laws

- No fun wit dem laws especially when encountering rough edges grainy surface with gun laws

- The cause is mass hysteria because amendments put both sides into a predicament

- Wing of the Eagle into action Xnational Activist after a sour apple up spring the people Active Fist raised above the forehead concurrently nobody wants more dead.

- Not even the gunman but what about that run in my states Capitol Sacramento

- Odd… Cell phone is not a weapon 20 trigger pulls the Police can act like a beast, On tempo protest Florida mad man rampaged blood everywhere escorted in handcuffs away facial expression wonder struck departed campus quad

- Dem our rights in dat bill but that bill was proclaimed before our land fell ill Overdose of fluoride oxygen intoxicants horrible supplements processed food and diabetes from too much sugar in condiments

- Now to fix your country don’t be chicken like poultry spend love to arrange a redeeming elixir

- This is precise calculation when you are overcrowded too many people in population the hypertension trying to keep up with what you commercially demonstrating sort of like an exchange of demon trading evil for evil soul grasp tool sickle--- Concise to arbitration overcrowded too many people in population the hypertension trying to keep up with what you commercially demonstrating sort of like is regal viper fang retention seek help contemplating like gleaming shovel off moonshine fickle.

- Everything even your status is the status materialism is the apparatus zero the sum on the abacus but yet the ability to function not be bullied or tempted to destroy yourself or others can be uncontrollable

- Mental health doesn’t have a look so why they judge based on the cover texture ink print of book

- No civilian needs an automatic machine gun. Home protection can be accomplished with 20 gauge is plenty.

- There are more guns in the US than people. So agree with March for our lives. I disagree with anything I’m not feeling and if we all could be a Democracy and meet in the middle we all should be fine with the compromise.

- First person liver body organ problem corking, ostrich keeping dome piece dipped into land chunks hoping not to get things out of proportion

- News was sidetracked Porn Star had protection less sex with President along with a dry cleaner hanger abortion clinic minute men attacking those who look immigrated

- It’s a circle of blood you been initiated. We do not exist in a dystopia but these large organizations can paint whatever portrait they want to fit into an agenda

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++You Can Be Anything

You are where you at in fact you could go where you want to be and you can be anything

So easy to feel like nothing complain and become doubtful with a mouthful of evil they walk in a horrible path of negativity and self-destruction same time place continuum hurting others while they just trying to get through the same as you do. What is this reasoning? Who created the outline? Why if I don’t play ball can’t I get a pass down on the baseline? Appeasing you either got to be a mover and shaker or to the sideline your thrown and labeled a space waster. Money identifies so much. Status class how your friends and family eat continuous and fast. Totally empty posthumous till those on top of the power structure find those beneath humorous. Better teeth greater smile success is subjective. I took the elective to be me why don’t you be you. Underneath all the bogus ideas and understandings I breathe near the 14th of the month only to inhale and not exhale for another 30. If you do business justified you can really be wealthy if you lied play dirty. Landing around the 5th I derail in a matter of moments look sick and pale living again for less than allowed. Now the natural lines in my face is scowled. I want to be an xnational not into whats in or rational I’ve never admired reality TV or what is force fed to me. The world is very fluid with whats not allowed how you make your bread and weather you get a box or become dust when dead. They never said it would be like this but they never stated it wouldn’t or couldn’t I’m tired of the chosen getting a vote I never balloted giving me basically 2 options on major decisions unanimously untalented more than perfected for the future while living slithering past the masses until something so major happens to a loved one a ugly ungloved one frozen in the headline archived content someplace indefinite it is about time. Dig through scorched Earth. Charred ground far fewer giblets in the stew to see self in mirror the spoon is wooden and sipping left a splinter too difficult to survive this nuclear winter.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++To Get Bye

Chatted with an annoying carcass inverted in Caracas on an apparatus and we agreed about this

You’re all I need to get buy

- The voice don’t know but like a bass line I record in mono Remember before I kissed a girl I got mononucleosis and this in general gave me a neurosis if I haven’t kissed how the heck did I get mono

- Punctuality arriving pronto seconds click nimble with the fingertips pulling a combo characterized in metabolic state ketosis

- Fasting near or around roses favorite floral Lotus. To get by stay fly no aeronautics my aerobics consists of verbal trampoline pounce the guardrail carine upon the jet strip Don’t Trip.

- Landing gear engaged to get by clearance from the air traffic controller, just this style is me high roller tip toeing soldier avoiding ebola maintain employment meeting or exceeding quota.

- To get buy you need straight cash homie loads and loaves of bread cheddar or whatever Hamilton greenbacks, paper guap of franklin will do

- To get by Your Blessing will be thee necessity sky beautiful. Open heart to keep it plain and simple more than the crease unfolding the ripple

- To get by clean water fresh air healthy food the ability to create mobility infinitely friends family meditation agility stretching.

- Concept of these scriptures stacks all the to the back of literature willingness be the finesse all this and that’s success

- To get by why try easier to complain make it artificial cause others through the tidal waves stress and strain

- Sitting on your knees sneaker heels tap the back of your button ups Long Barrel at temple. Imagine the thoughts before you’re executed. That process of it’s over. Can you fanaggle? Use communication for survival last chance come at them sideways like a tooth that snaggle

- This snag will either end your current existence begin into a newish dimension an entrance how did these doors swing open? Never let them see you moping. Laugh in the face danger many elements to this for coping.

- Change is a guarantee and you can’t get much of anything so constant. Who can adapt the fastest? Chip up as soon as society is cashless. Global position the system while mapless. I’m going to flow more rap less.

- Concubine colorful sword edge dull, The Ktown market I copped it at in the China shop bull. Tea party porcelain porcupine alarm module.

- iota needs some soda caramel color cola so the bubbles can fix my upset tummy stay scummy my friend is a sin and not funny Lowest on totem pole that explains the mischievous grin

- Never find work attitude be the jerk stay going bizerk at the store with the clerk make it impossible for them to accomplish the mish undertone a smirk relentless and abscessed until they fail find out it all evolved from silly little games your repercussions wrong answer given to test

- Well rounded knew how art felt, Chemicals were spilt and the fumes of the 2nd story would melt. Heartfelt never dealt a hand like that patience is all precious up til you are the doctors patients and he truly evil terrorize a boll weevil wore wild long tail lab coat crazy colors of crayon except no cotton all rayon and he would lay on the guilt deprive of medication till the truly ugly wanted to be killed subconsciously the whispers You’re all I need to get by…..

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arckhaic · 6 years

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Hi! your writing is exquisite! It's very vivid and just, even in fragments it takes you to a different place. I was wondering if there are any books that have influenced your writing style, books that you definitely recommend people to read, and maybe some advice on how to develop such a free and creative style :) id really love to hear more on this from you

ohhh wow, thank you so much for your kind words!! that is incredibly lovely of you to say. thank you for reading my work and finding something in it!

hm, i would say that i draw a lot from a lot of books from non fiction to fiction to poetry but a big draw would be from fantasy and poetry. i think some writers don’t see poetry as important to their craft & some poets do the same but they’re both wrong. i would not be the poet i am without my books & i wouldn’t be the writer i am without poetry.

but, i’ve also been writing & evolving my style for near 10 years now. and i’m still not anywhere i’d like to be. i don’t super feel at home with my work yet but that’s something i’m working on.

i’m going to combine my influencing books with the recommended books because everyone knows i can’t recommend anything. so! these are just some after cursory glance over my bookshelves. there are more but then we’d be here all day.

silence in the forest of hell by brandon sanderson — sanderson’s style is sparse and quick. and i personally like that. he’s able to evoke a very vivid picture in your head with just the right words & that’s something that i always try to work towards. he is brilliant with worldbuilding and that’s something i also would like to be better at. this story is a wonderful example of the worldbuilding. ( on audiobook, it’s read by claudia black for all yall nerds. )

rupurt wong, cannibal chef by cassandra khaw — wowza, what to say about this. lifechanging? maybe. khaw is flowery and descriptive and juicy in her work. god. it’s gross and gruesome and absolutely beautiful. you really can just dig your hands right into the slime with this. i’d love to be able to do that.

the assassin’s apprentice by robin hobb — robin hobb is known mostly for her characters. her world is more like the suggestion of a background compared to her rich characters. which i don’t mind. i think characterization is a weak point for me & why not learn from the best? this book made me cry and i don’t really cry at books.

six of crows by leigh bardugo & the raven cycle by maggie stiefvater — bardugo has a lyrical type of voice, not as heavy as stiefvater’s, that i really enjoy. i think this is a kind of theme in ya books … lyrical songbird flighty type of writing which is cool if that’s your jam but it being so saturated in the mainstream, it’s gotta be good to make me feel anything. and bardugo & stiefvater do that for me.

the secret history by donna tartt, various books by anne rice, game of thrones by george r.r. martin, gone girl by gillian flynn, white oleander by janet finch, various things by lovecraft, and more. i’m actually a pretty slow reader. and i like to read things over again. a lot of these books i’ve read at least twice. i got to get back on it ….

poets include: donte collins, franny choi, audre lorde, mary oliver, sylvia plath*, richard siken, tracy k. smith, margaret atwood, e.e. cummings, sandra cisneros, aaaand more. but this already so long.

also short!!!! stories!!!!! i’m a slow reader but i’m pretty good with short stories. and they’re so absolutely wonderful to get to know an author’s style because it’s their style but condensed and magnified like x10. they’re so helpful and wonderful and i adore short stories so much. if you want like some top favs, let me know.

there’s also books i don’t like that inspire a true and righteous hatred for the mockery they’ve done of writing and thus i must be Better than them but i won’t get into those unless yall want it.

i’ll direct you to this ask and this one that go into more detail for advice. while the subject matter is poetry, you can apply the same thing to prose. the biggest thing in writing free and creatively … is just learn how to write for yourself.

write for yourself, not for the views or the reblogs or the likes or the fad or anything. learn what you like, learn the stories you want to tell. it doesn’t matter if it’s been done 2084 times, it hasn’t been done by you. and that’s what your story is so important to tell.

i personally think that going in to Improve Your Style will cause your writing to suffer bc u will be so focused on mechanics that your story won’t go anywhere. go in wanting to just write. go into writing just wanting to tell this story. and out of that, your own style will begin to show through. having influences is good but …. you’re not looking to copy anyone’s style. you’re looking more for foundations to build on.

i don’t want to write like brandon sanderson. it’s too spare for me as a writer but i can see how he crafts his stories. how he builds his worlds. how he use uses dialogue. what he does with action or characters and i can try it out. i can build on top of that and see how i like to write.

this is so long but thank you for your question!! if you have more questions or if you want to talk about writing, feel free!!

#eritreayunani #this !! is so !!! long !!!!#my goodness #i tried not to suggestion thing i've already suggested #did i succeed? no #i love ???? talking about writing

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junhaou · 6 years

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hi, you’re brown right? how do you feel about content makers recoloring idols to make them darker?

uHHHH this got long so i’ll leave the mess under the cut ! and yes indeed i am brown ur local dk stan (also i put a lot of emojis in there but theyre not showing up on this computer so oops if u see a bunch of squares they’re peace sign emojis)

(i was a little hesitant at first to answer this but friends were like go for it so here we are going for it) ya sis it’s me ur local brownass seokjun stan ✌🏽✌🏽😛😛😛 oh boy recolorings!! that’s a hard subject because kpop ifans often go lengths to “unwhitewash” idols to appreciate their melanin in a society that gives more value to lighter skin. and i get it, i grew up in that kinda society too, whitewashing is prevalent in my culture too! FAIR AND LOVELY YALL ✌🏽✌🏽✌🏽LITERALLY GREW UP WITH ALL THOSE COMMERCIALS BEIN THROWN IN MY FACE 😛😛 unfortunately. but recoloring is kind of…people like to go overboard with it. i see some people on this site that take enforcing melanin to the next level. and there are some amazing recolor-ers(?) out there. (ex my pal sash, i spent a whole Time looking at her unbleachings and i was in tears 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽)

so this rant got a lil long apparently so let me preface this by saying, most of svt is relatively dark. relatively. and i’m comparing their skin tones to the stereotypical, ideal skin tone preferred by much of asian society. and their skin tones are absolutely beautiful. i was in AWE when i saw them upfront. THEYRE BEAUTIFUL!

and this is my opinion so yall do you!!

ok here it goes! sometimes i come across sets/gfx where it looks like a color balance filter with a 100+ on the red has been slapped onto the content, and it’s like, yall really think melanin=red or yellow. for the record, we’re brown, not RED. not yellow! there’s shades of brown skin with yellow undertones (me adjrksjs) and red undertones, and sometimes a mix of both, but SIS WE, PROUD HOLDERS OF MORE MELANIN, ARE NOT RED OR YELLOW OR ORANGE! stop with the saturation 😪

then there’s other people who get real carried away and make the “tan” one specific shade of brown, and make everyone that darker specific shade of brown. sis, they’re tan but not THAT dark.

like let me tell you, i have seen seventeen in real life, 5 inches away from me, and unless in the last 11 months theyve undergone drastic skin color changes, most of them are lighter than me (for the exception of mingyu lol we might be close in same color actually u go melanin man) but yet i’ll see sets where they’re super darkened and it’s like ya theyre tan but not THIS tan? you try to impose your idea and your desire of what they look like on these idols to satisfy whom? aren’t you just painting them how you wanna paint them, often falsely, when you’re not there at that moment knowing exactly what shade they look like.

like i get trying to limit the effects of shitty lighting! hey they look like ghosts, or they look yellow or some shit and we’re all out here trying to un-ghost them and un-yellow them, making the gifs darker and more humanly, so to speak, bc hey svt arent pale white! at all! but drastic coloring imo is a hit or a miss! because sometimes it can come out too red, too orange, too yellow, or too dark.

and people who over-darken are put on a pedestal for over-darkenining and miscoloring. which is kinda :///

now, dark skin is beautiful, before someone tries to come at me about that. in my opinion, it’s truly so vibrant, so luxorious and so rich. and i’m someone who’s all out for appreciating melanin when it’s there. but making someone much darker or saturated than they actually are is something we should try to stray away from :^)) (ps i’m not shading anyone in particular if u think im talking abt u im not mutuals yalls are giffing GODS but u alr know i think that >>>>:0)

#reply #HOW DO U MAKE CUT SHOW UP ON MOBILE #stole some of this from yw’s words thanks b

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neen-writes · 6 years

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Silver for Monsters -- Ch. 6

Series: Witcher/Fairy Tail

Pairing: Gajevy

Summary: In a world ravaged by monsters where magic is becoming outlawed and nonhumans are hunted, the Witcher known as Black Steel Gajeel takes up a contract. He expects to find a simple old herbalist, terrorized by a beast in the woods. But in his many years he has learned to never trust what he expects.

Note: I had a bit more fun with this Chapter because I got to play with my demons a little bit, and start getting the storyline rolling a bit more. I love a chance to write a good ole beast, and certainly enjoyed leavin’ yall with something a bit ominous. Enjoy! Also special thanks to @bluuesparrow and @spikerr for being my cheerleaders :]

If you like what you see, consider buying me a ko-fi. :]

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5

Brilliant green eyes looked out over the small village. Rather, the ruins of it. Smoke still rose in weak plumes from fire places that had been snuffed out by collapsed buildings. All was silent save for the periodic caws of crows, calling for others to join the feast that had been left for them. Bodies buried in homes, thrown against trees…

The petite woman stopped in front of one of those trees, her gaze slowly lifting to examine the unearthly creature that had been pinned there on a splintered branch through its chest. Black blood, becoming more viscous, trailed down the bark towards a large pool on the roots. “This tree might be cursed. One day…” her voice was a whisper, perhaps speaking to the hound-like demon that was stuck there. There might have been a glimmer of disgust across her face, but it was gone in an instant, leaving only cold determination.

“I liked it here,” she added, looking over her shoulder at the destruction. She looked like it was something she was familiar with, like she had been in this position before.

That was because she had.

She did not remember what leveled the village, but she did remember the hounds arriving and slaughtering the kind old woman that had been taking care of her these past few weeks. She remembered the anguish she felt for that woman, and helplessness she felt as the beasts turned their attention to her, eyes red and bottomless.

Then she was here, staring at the ruin of it all with no recollections of the events in between. But she knew what had happened and when part she had played in all this ruin. It was an old story, and all that was left was to keep running from it. “You try so hard with these mindless weapons of yours but but…” she hung her head, spun gold falling in a curtain around her face. She shook her head after a quiet moment, “Time to move on again.”

She took a step as though to leave, but instead of walking out of the village, her image rippled like liquid. A loud hiss, and then she stepped right out of existence, just as a crow landed on the head of the hound and worked at plucking out its eyes.

Minutes after, another presence appeared in the destruction. “Hhh…” a long, hissing breath through sharpened teeth, “So close, and yet...” The figure stopped in front of the same tree and took a large, black-clawed paw to drag it through the saturated soil. It… he lowered his long, narrow head to sniff at the fresh footprints, curling a lip to show off multiple jagged fangs. The creature looked much like the one pinned to the tree, and yet entirely different. Larger, almost the size of a horse, and with a sentient gaze in his red-orange eyes. Ram-like horns curled around either side of his face, a stiff mane of black extended down the ridge of his neck, and most remarkably, a large tail swayed slightly behind him. It wasn’t the presence of a tail that made it remarkable, but rather what it was made of. Exposed bone plates interlocked down the length of the appendage, some moving just enough that it was clear he had full control over their manipulation.

“What a good little runner you are…” Just barely missed her. The hounds had sniffed her out and then, the signals went silent. Spooked her into clearing the entire field, and then she was gone again before he could arrive. He was fast, but not that fast. But still, even on the hound’s face, he did not express signs of frustration. Rather, just continued intrigue. The calm composure of someone that was not out of options, and had not been fully thwarted.

He turned, heavy but muffled footsteps carrying him away from the tree. As he passed the pinned corpse, muscled rippled and tensed all along his grey-furred body and along that tail every bone plate snapped upright to brandish deadly spikes. Like a club, he swung his tail full force into the body, sending all the crows into the air with a splash of black blood.

“Time to stir the pot, my friend,” the hound hissed.

From the shadows of a ruined house, a disembodied voice answered him. “Would you like me to give our dear king something to sweat about?”

“No,” the beast paused, the bone plates of his tail flattening down. “Paranoia comes easily to him. He’s already mine. But our Emperor is just a hair too comfortable in his palace, he doubts our little prophecy. Break down the door and remind him what he’s dealing with.”

“With pleasure,” the voice replied, still without a form, as both melted away.

“And I, will make sure our game pieces find something worthwhile…”

“Get inside before the guards catch wind of you,” Natsu urged, wholly unaware of what had them both stopped in their tracks. Still, they came inside at his command and he closed the door behind them after a glance out at the streets.

When the door shut, their illusion magic melted away and both pulled their hoods back, gaping at Gajeel. After a quiet moment, both women looked to Natsu and spoke in unison, “You know each other?”

The blacksmith stood there agape, looking to Gajeel with his brows raised. “I take it the little one is your sorceress?” he asked, finally putting on a smirk.

“I am not li--”

“She is not my--”

Cutting each other off, Gajeel and Levy stared directly at each other for a heavy moment.

The blacksmith took a deep breath and crossed his arms. “Okay,” Natsu started, glancing at Lucy, “Because they’re apparently great at communicating, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

The blonde shifted on her feet, “Things have changed. I don’t know what, or how much, but my friend was found out after months of successful hiding. She made it here thanks to your friend, but we came to see what you’ve heard. Because we need to know what our next steps should be, and I still haven’t gotten any word from any of my, associates. I was hoping… you’d have something new for me.”

Natsu paused, looking between the two of them, to Gajeel, and back again. The look he gave the blonde sorceress was not lost on the perceptive Witcher; there was a certain focus, interest on her that he did not deign to give others. “Well, funny you should come by,” he started, “Because your intuition is right.” He proceeded to tell them everything he had told Gajeel the night before. The unnamed envoy, Radovid’s presence in port, and the Nilfgaardian involvement as well. The gravity of the topic had both of them sitting down by the end of it, while Gajeel lingered like a grim statue at the edge of the room. His gaze kept landing on the little mage, and every time he had to force himself to focus it on Natsu so he wouldn’t be caught staring. The tug on his heart, being so close to her, was enough of an ache that he found himself wondering why his medallion wasn’t humming. He wasn’t dense, he knew something unearthly had to be afoot here, but he also felt uninclined to investigate it.

When Natsu finished, the two sorceresses exchanged worried glances. “You really shouldn’t have come here,” Lucy finally said to Levy.

“And you shouldn’t be staying here, yet here we are,” she lobbed back.

“I got one more thing for you, I was hoping you’d come by,” he began, “It’s nothing solid but, a couple weeks back I overheard some men talking in the Rosemary; travelling merchants, commenting about a woman they spotted on the road somewhere north of the territory. Just a couple drunk blokes talking about a woman but, they kept remarking about her strikin’, blood-red hair.”

Both Lucy and Levy piqued, looking to each other as the same thought crossed their minds.

“Now, before you get all fired up, like I said it’s nothing solid, but you don’t see people all that often with that color hair ‘round here, less so with it a color strong enough to talk about. Could be your Scarlett, could not. Do with it what you want but that’s all I’ve got,” he finished.

Gratitude was evident on the blonde’s face and she smiled at him warmly, “Thank you, this is the most you’ve given me yet. I’m… afraid I don’t--”

Natsu raised his hands to stop her, “I know, it’s alright. My friend here brought me something instead, I’ll be fine.”

Lucy looked like she was going to say something back, but Levy interrupted her, a bit too eager on the information they had already been given. “It might be worth trying,” Levy offered to her skeptical friend, “It’s the most we’ve gotten in a long time, and the closest we might get to her.”

Lucy leveled a cautious look at her, wringing her hands in her lap. “Levy, this information doesn’t necessarily call for action. We came here for an update but… what can we actually do with this?” she replied, erring on the side of caution. “We can’t go out looking for her based on just bare rumor. Not when we are being hunted from all sides, it isn’t safe.”

Levy looked down to her lap for several moments, weighing the words that had more truth than she wanted to acknowledge. “Erza is, arguably, the only person that knows why we are being hunted. Why Emhyr and Radovid are suddenly working together, and what threats await us. Even if we can’t reach the others, our survival hangs on finding her. Divinations won’t work, neither will hydromancy. What else do we have to rely on other than rumor?”

Gajeel, silent up until this moment, spoke up before he fully realized what he was committing to. “I know someone.” All eyes turned to him including the blacksmith’s. Uncomfortably, he shifted under the attention and scrutiny of everyone on the room, instantly regretting speaking up. Through the whole conversation he had been an observer, unsure if he should leave or just keep quiet. Neither one of them truly knew him, so what part could he possibly have in all of this? And yet, his mouth opened before he had a chance to reason himself out of it. “If someone thinks they saw her in the north, I’ve got a buddy who would know for sure.”

Natsu lifted a brow at his Witcher friend, catching on to his thought process, “Do you mean...?”

Gajeel nodded in confirmation. Natsu sat back thoughtfully, looking like he was weighing the worth of such a connection. “Got a friend, and if anything is happenin’ in the northern territories, he will know about it,” the Witcher offered. “It’s his specialty, and I happen to be one of the only people who know how to find him.”

Levy gave him a questioning stare, looking between everyone else in the room. She still hadn’t moved totally past the fact that she had found Gajeel here by chance when seeking out Lucy’s informant. This was the third time chance had thrown the two of them together. As much as any form of sense was telling her to avoid him, especially after her ominous dream, she couldn’t pass the chance to follow this lead if Lucy wouldn’t. “I assume you are offering passage to this friend of yours?” she asked, “In exchange for more coin?”

Gajeel tried to give her the steadiest look he could. “Yes. But I can… modify the agreement. In a contract like this more coin is sure to wait in different forms over time. If I’m gonna wedge myself in the middle of this war coin definitely waits for me somewhere.”

Natsu bobbed his head in a sort of understanding. “If the Lodge can’t pay you then Jellal definitely will find a way to,” he remarked, crossing his arms. “Man’s got connections and plenty of work he needs done.”

Levy looked between them both, not quite catching on to this mutual understanding between them and the mentioning of a name she hadn’t heard before. “Pardon my hesitation, but who are you referring to? Am I missing something?” she asked.

Gajeel shifted slightly from his position leaning against the countertop while looking to all players in the room. “I know someone: Jellal Fernandes. He was a Temerian loyalist turned guerilla fighter when he realized Radovid was not the king he’d hoped for after Temeria collapsed. If you want covert information, he’s your man. Especially if yer looking for someone in that area, he’ll know somethin’. If you want to chase this lead, real or not, that’s your best shot,” he clarified, reading the uncertain gazes of the rightfully wary sorceresses, “He always finds work for me whenever I turn up; we’re old friends. Like Smoke-For-Brains said, if you can’t pay me he will find a way to.”

Natsu started to prickle and an insult was on the tip of his tongue but the conversation moved on without him.

“Why bother take such a risk to help us when you have already reaped whatever you can from our prior agreement?” Levy asked, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat s she looked him over. The new armor was definitely nice, extraordinary even. No doubt he bought it right here.

Gajeel shrugged, “Ain’t gonna pass up the chance to a thorn in that prick Radovid’s side.” The Witcher paused for a second, knowing that they needed more from him than just that as motivation for embarking on a quest as dangerous as this. “Jellal is an old ally. If I can help him as well, I will. Consider this a mutual interest.”

Levy sat silent for several moments before turning her attention to her friend with a determination in her face that made the blonde nervous. “You can’t leave. There are still those trying to flee the city. The only one here with enough freedom to leave is me.”

The blonde mage blinked at her, staring at her for a second before she caught up. “Lev, you’re not actually considering…?” Lucy asked, leaning back away from her.

“I don’t have anywhere else to go,” she began, “And someone has to do something about this. This is the kind of lead we’ve been waiting for. There are still nonhumans and mages here in the city trying to find passage out and you’re the best one to do it, you already know all the tunnels. No one else can. If Radovid is taking up residence here, it’s more important now than ever. Take them and yourself to Kovir if you must but… I can do something with this information, for all our sakes. I will do what I can, and if he thinks there is a lead here, I won’t let that go,” the blunette spoke freely, looking completely resolute in her decisions. “We are up against something bigger than we have been before, that much I know. And it’s time to act.”

Lucy frowned, knowing there was little she could do to change the mind of her headstrong friend. They had come here looking for information but had not expected to find a potential lead and a Witcher that could help them. It would seem the stars were aligning to put all these resources in line for them. “Are you sure about this, Lev?” she finally asked.

The blunette turned to take her friends hands in earnest. “Only, and I really mean only if you swear to get out of this city with whomever you can to Kovir as soon as possible. You can’t be here much longer, not with Radovid outside your door. Promise me you’ll get yourself out of here within the fortnight. I can’t leave you under any other conditions.” Her honey-brown eyes were unwavering on the blonde sorceress, pleading with everything in her.

Lucy’s shoulders slumped in defeat and she gave her friend a weak, complacent smile, “I’ll do it; I promise,” she started, “But I’ll ward the house, so I can leave everything. And when you get back you can use your megascope and not go dark on me like everyone else.”

Levy nodded, then rose to her feet suddenly, turning that fiery gaze onto the Witcher. “I’ll go. With you. It seems that this is how we are supposed to keep meeting anyway.”

Gajeel straightened up, opening up his mouth to say something but Natsu got to it first. “Well, Metalhead, looks like you wont be in town long, per usual,” his words were an attempt to break the tension.

“I didn’t want to stay in this shithole city anyway, I got what I needed,” he sneered at Natsu, tugging lightly at his chestplate.

“Whatever, I’m sick of looking at your mug too,” he spat back.

“Now why can’t you just look at me how they look at each other? Ain’t that sweet?” Gajeel retorted, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the two sorceresses, who were now both giving them sour looks.

“If you’re finished,” Levy cut in, voice tight, “I’m going to head back to the house, I need to see what I can take with me. I’ll meet you in Farcorners around noon, today. I’m not going to stay in this city any longer than I have to with that man in port, and we shouldn’t stay here too long.” She motioned to the shop around them.

Even if he had been the one to offer to help, Gajeel was reeling from how quickly his morning had changed. The city had barely started to wake up. Was there something to be said for dreaming something into existence, he wondered?

The two sorceresses had their hoods up and when his medallion pulsed he knew they had glamoured themselves before heading out the door, leaving just the two men in heavy silence.

“So,” Gajeel started, and he felt the blacksmith’s gaze slide over to him. “You’re feeding information to a Lodge sorceress in exchange for…”

“Information on breaking my kind of curse, yeah,” Natsu slid his gaze to his friend, regarding him amusedly from the corner of his eye. “But you, you can’t stay away from that one, can you? How cliche.” He sneered, pissing off his friend enough for him to head for the door.

“Just the same place at the same time, shut yer gob about it before I make ya,” the Witcher growled. “The armor fits,“ he added opening the door.

“Oi!” Natsu shouted, giving the Witcher pause. “You watch yourself. I hope you know what sort of mess you’re throwing yourself into.”

“Aw, don’t go soft on me Salamander, it doesn’t suit ya,” Gajeel teased, before closing the door behind him.

Chaos plagued the once pristine courtyard of Vizima, unholy beasts tearing into the guards that held them back. The air was thick with blood and magic and the screams of the dying from both sides. At the edge of the conflict, a figure patrolled silently, watching the beasts fall one by one as the humans spurred themselves onward with the notion that they were winning.

As predicted, the emperor was not in the palace, but that did not stop his guards acting as if he were. This only needed to look like an attempt at his life, and one of cataclysmic proportions. See how much the old man doubts us after this.

A shout caught the attention of the shadowed creature. Spotted at last as a guard charged him, eyes wide with terror. Terror that only grew when the monster dodged into the light, and something hit the hands of the man so hard he dropped his weapon. A dark, leathery body curled suddenly around the man like a serpent, snapping its coils tight as the rest of the beast loomed over the speechless guard.

The panicked eyes of the man stared into the only recognizable face of the creature: a large, off-white mask etched into a permanent, fanged grin. A mane of grey, wiry fur prickled all down its neck and chest, the only hair on its body.

He hooked one of his three, clawed fingers under his helm and yanked, tilting the guard’s head back to remain focused on him alone. “Tell your emperor,” his voice, scratchy and echoed, like some horrific mouth still lurked behind that mask and unseen teeth scraped against it to talk, “We will open the door, and he will complete what the Spheres started.” As quickly as they had all appeared, smoke engulfed them, leaving only destruction, corpses, and terror in their wake.

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swampgallows · 6 years

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i just woke up, it’s close to noon here, five hours is good enough i guess. i keep thinking about college and how fucking suicidally depressed i was then and how ive spent half of this year being unemployed and generally just struggling to take care of myself in the most banal and basic ways possible, and how depression really does just delete years from your life. you live through them in a daze, you’re already a ghost, you’re already dead. questing in wrath of the lich king is honestly some of the last shit i remember concretely before going into a two year gray area of passing my classes and nothing else. i remember breaking up with my boyfriend because he chose raiding over me. i dont want to talk about it again. the memory is still painful. still, even still, ten years later. and in late 2008 i was attacked in my dorm room and i was screaming and my roommates thought i was being a big ol slut. they thought any guy that came over was someone i was fucking. when i went to blizzcon in 2008 and my brother stayed in my dorm they thought i was fucking him too until i told them he was my little brother. they tried so fucking hard to suppress my interests and make me “like them”. “there’s more to life than world of warcraft and pokemon” they said as if going to college basketball games and rewatching disney movies has any more enrichment or depth beyond what i was fucking doing. my life is so full of hatred, from myself, from other people, just being fostered in me in general, and it’s only within the last few years that i’ve gotten to heal from it at all, all the time being hurt more and more

i was talking to a friend yesterday who is just 19 and thinking about where i was when i was 19, which of course puts me in 2009 again, the year i dropped out of existence, and i was telling them about how i was essentially raised by the ilk of 4chan and the piece of shit community on wow that, like, since i’m around ~liberal genderqueer~ tumblr-type spaces all the time, genuinely shocks me to remember still exists, of those fucking hypermasculine overcompensating military dudes. and we were talking about how like, nerds in general tend to have shit social skills or anxiety or are Othered in ways that have them reinforce this piece of shit pecking order where the loudest and meanest proclaim themselves the Leader and everyone just follows them because theyre too meek to challenge them or they mistake arrogance for confidence and assume any asshole crowing that loud about how Right they are all the time Must Be Right.

and i thought of my own life, my ex QP, my old friend groups, my abusive ex boyfriend, how i mistook so long their malice as strength, how i was duped by their self-aggrandizement. they had no skills, no talents, no girlfriend (except when i dated them), no women in their lives in general, no real friends they could count on (except, for my abuser, an older man with 3 children and a brand new divorce whose house he muscled and manipulated himself into—”i cant even bear to be in the old master bedroom anymore”—and my abuser promptly MOVED HIMSELF INTO IT) no hobbies, and the one or two hobbies that they had—fishing, video games—they were fucking less-than-passable at. my ex-qp wasn’t good at video games. he would use cheat codes or just play the strongest character and rely on everyone else to pick up his slack. warrior, carry, tank, what have you; all of us his underlings to support him to victory—”I’m doing all of the damage and getting none of the kills”—he would whine, oblivious to the concept of teamwork and seeking credit within the only realm he had a semblance of succeeding in.

anyway so when i first joined tumblr i swung the pendulum in the other direction because i absolutely had to, it was for my survival to become a virulent feminazi as they put it, and i was obnoxious about it, and i reposted rape statistics all the time and challenged people all the time because i had to. i had to let it overtake me in order to purge all of the 10+ years of toxic social conditioning that places like 4chan and their little infestations in WoW and all of my abusive partners instilled in me. i had to be vocal about rape this and sexual assault that because i spent the better part of my adolescence trying to laugh away the fact that i was raped as a child, trying to make jokes about my “delicious flat chest” and pedobear and “surprise buttsecks/it’s not rape if you yell surprise” and “delicious loli”; some of the images i had willingly saved on my ancient hard drive are absolutely harrowing to go through now as an adult knowing my mushy impressionable 14 year old traumatized mind was trying to cope with and gloss over what had happened to me and with the future i was facing as a budding adolescent in this kind of environment. men didnt want to be responsible for what happened to me or with what would happen to me, it made them uncomfortable for me to talk about it, so i was told to laugh it away, that nobody cares that i was raped, that i was stronger if i could just laugh about it, that no topics were beyond reproach or off limits, and that if i wasnt desensitized to my own suffering then i was weak, i was a sheep, i was a burden, i was letting my emotions get the better of me.

obviously, tumblr as a whole DIRECTLY acts in opposition of this: everything is rooted in our traumas, which we are expected to lay bare for all to be taken seriously: 4chan demanded that we invalidate the trauma by making a joke of it and allowing the masses to pick it apart for their own entertainment, to become part of the anonymous “legion” by offering up our individuality to be consumed by the group (as a currency of “lulz”, basically); tumblr, reflexively, demands we validate the trauma by making it an open and public integral asset to our identity, to have easily digestible and categorized characteristics so as to fit into the tumblr hierarchy of needs, their own misinterpreted facsimile and microcosm of existing systematic oppression, and obtain a sort of fixed currency of privilege or “woke points” dependent on identity politics. so i definitely needed to purge my previous conditioning with this reclamation of my identity as a survivor, etc, and had about 7 years of misplaced anger and fury condensed into a good two or so years instead, and even now im still parsing details.

it wasnt until i was 22 that i had even heard the term asexuality and it wasnt until i was 25 that i realized i was bi (or “could be” bi), even though i had already been in love with and sexually active with women years prior lmao. i had been told by every possible source that having a dick inside me would change my life and change my outlook and change me into a better person or whatever the fuck, that i would “understand” and “grow up” and “become a woman” or whatever and guess what it did fucking NOTHING, just like every teen drama romance or whatever tries to stress over and over, sex is not a magical lifechanging event that hands you a million dollars and a healthy brain. it changes your life in some ways and it’s definitely not something to be taken lightly but in no way is it a cure for anything.

i dont know where i’m going with this, im just fucking pissed off about my life, im pissed off that healing takes so long and that i had to do any of it in the first place. im so pissed about all of my time wasted with this fucking piece of shit body and fucking piece of shit brain and i wish i could just go back to work and be a functional human being but im like just a short leap away from doing any of that. i have to get in touch w my previous HMO once the new year starts now that im confirmed for medi-cal, and i should have done it months ago, but i have to just accept that this whole time ive been not USELESS but just utterly CONSUMED by self-preservation, that it is taking most of my effort to want to be alive and stay on this planet any longer. especially now with my teeth bugging me so bad because i cant fucking take care of myself so im grinding my teeth and clenching my jaw and i guess eating improperly or what have you idont fucking know. im going to buy a waterpik even though it’s fifty dollars and i have not made ANY MONEY in the last 6 months or done ANY of what i wanted to do and i still have a number of commissions needling at me that i genuinely like cant fucking even look at withotu fucking hitting myself and crying, and im seriously not trying to make fucking excuses, i am so fucking ashamed and consumed by self-hatred about this, this has been a problem for me SINCE COLLEGE where i was an ART MAJOR that i had to fucking beat the shit out of myself to try to draw anything “seriously”, and i do mean literally beating myself, bludgeoning myself with my morris sticks and smacking myself in the face/head and clawing at my skin, and i fucking hate it

i just know i need like SO MUCH recovery or healing or whatever the fuck, i feel so long overdue for very basic shit, and part of me feels like a withering plant, like pouring water over dry leaves thinking it’s just going to saturate itself and be instantly rejuvenated. im losing leaves in the process, as it were, and getting no “water” all this time. i feel like i’m in drought mode. these last six months are me basically conserving all i have, toeing away from the edge of the cliff because iw as so ready yall i was so fucking ready, i was ready to jump off, i spent whole lunch hours just ready to fucking leap, staring down the void, staring at the winding road that went up the mountain, staring at the deer who stared back at me, hiding my face from Adults who treated me like a wind-up doll, i just couldnt take it, ic ouldnt be somewhere that sterile, i couldnt be spending so much of my life getting so little back, i coudlnt see my friends ever, i couldnt breathe, but in general my brain is sick and i need to heal from all of these things, i need to figure out how i can cope with being alive because i am going to be alive at least a little longer and i need to not fear and crave death simultaneously. i do not want to die, I DO NOT want to die, but i cannot live in a constant state of recuperating. my life has just felt like the Shutting Down... screen for the last 2 years.

NEED a new dentist NEED my teeth fixed PLEASE GOD open the stem cell dentin treatment to clinics worldwide GOD fix my TEETH PLEASE let me REGROW my TEETH NEED therapy NEED to fix my brain NEED to figure out how i can cope with being unable to support myself in this shit fucking economy NEED TO RECOVER NEED TO GET BETTER PLEASE IM FUCKING SUFFERING

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valerybrennan · 7 years

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What are your ride or die hair products?

xoxo Valery

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