#so anyway RIP to any other plans I had for the day I guess because wow I'm exhausted and in pain

[thethingything]

remember, with enough skill you too can knock over a packet of specialty seeds and lose a bunch on the floor, exacerbate an injury through multiple tasks going wrong in unforeseen ways leading you to overexert while trying to fix the issues, almost stab yourself with a pair of scissors by accident twice while trying to open a package, nearly pass out from pain, then realise you're shaking so hard you can barely get your pain meds out of the packet

[bigification]

Whale Beach

I heard it was a popular vacation destination. Men flocked to it to help speed up their bulk because it was said to increase the weight of anyone who entered its waters. I guess the name whale beach is a little on the nose, and a little offensive but I don't really care. What I care about is the part where it makes you fat. Most people who want to bulk a little bit only go in for a minute or so and that's enough to make a significant change in their weight. But some brave, or horny, souls have tested what happens if you stay in the water for an extended period of time. That's where the name 'Whale Beach' was coined. I heard that the people who went in at around 160 pounds came out 30 mins later at 400 pounds. This is exactly why I was going to take a trip to whale beach. Not for myself, no, for a 'friend'.

Dan. Dan was a friend from work, but calling him a friend would be an overstatement. I've grown to despise him, mostly from envy. I know it's not healthy but I can't help it. It's gotten to the point that I just get annoyed whenever he's around. He's so perfect. All the ladies, and the men for that matter, flock to his side. They go along with anything he says cuz he's hot. I've tried working out and dressing better to live up to him, but I never will be able to. I miss the days before he showed up, when everyone would kiss up to me. When I was the hot guy in the office. That's why I'm gonna invite him to whale beach. I want to see the look on his face when he comes out of the water and realizes he's twice the size he was going in. Even the thought of it makes my dick tingle. Anyway, tangents aside. I've got it all planned out and he just agreed to go, so all there is left to do is get him in the water.

Time flew by the next few days, while I was waiting for my trip. The mix of excitement and anxiety made the time move quickly. Soon enough I was already at the beach with Dan. I had gotten good at acting nice around him, so he wouldn't suspect anything. I got into my dark blue bathing suit and watched him change into his light blue board shorts. Even now, I couldn't stop staring at his perfectly toned body. I hate it.

We both sat there talking for a little while. We had a few beers and actually had a nice conversation. But while that was going on, I was also trying to pay attention to the other people on the beach. There was no one in the water, but I wanted to keep an eye on anyone who went in to see what happened. I eyed down a group of three young men, hopefully they'd hop in and I could see if what I heard about this beach was true. They were all quite skinny so it should be easy to tell any weight gain when they come out.

I almost missed it as the group of men ran into the water. I was so engrossed in the conversation I was having with Dan. I was starting to question my decision to bring him here. But I caught the men in the corner of my eye, I need to keep track of them.

I spent the next 45 minutes or so going between talking to Dan and glancing over at the men in the water. They were there for a long time. Did they not know? It didn't matter, but I was getting impatient and it seemed like Dan was getting antsy to get in the water. Soon enough, the three men started to return to the shore. I almost did a double take as they walked out. There's no way those are the same guys. They must have been nearly 400 pounds each. They all hate giant bellies that spilled over their swim shorts, sagging man tits, and asses that threatened to rip right through their shorts. I watched in awe as they hobbled their way out of the water and went back to their spot on the beach.

I had to stop myself from staring and I curled my legs up to hide my growing boner. I turned back to Dan and he was giving me a funny look. He grabbed my hand and dragged me out of my chair. He kept pulling me towards the water, I had to think quickly. I wanted him to go in the water but I didn't want to go in myself. I didn't think fast enough and he quickly dragged me into the water with him. I played it off cool, just don't stay too long. I swim around with him for a couple minutes and then make up an excuse about the water being too cold so I can leave. I run out of the water and stop right at the edge of the water. I look down and to my horror, I see a flabby belly in front of me. And it's right under my swollen moobs. I started freaking out, I thought it would take longer. I stood there for a few minutes just poking and prodding at my soft body. I could lose this pretty quickly right? What will I tell my family? My mind started to wonder.

I'm interrupted by a splashing sound coming from the water. It's Dan approaching me. I can't tell he's put on about as much weight as I have. He's got a round belly and moobs, but he's still got big arms and a pretty face. He continues marching towards me and grabs my hand again. His hands are so big, I think as he drags me back into the water, "Come on you big baby, the water's not that cold." How has he not noticed either of us growing? I question. I tried resisting a bit, but he was way stronger than me anyway so I gave up.

We spent the next 40 or so minutes just swimming around in the water and chatting. I had given up on trying to leave early, but I was still aware of the fact that I could become so fat that I would be immobile. That wasn't a concern yet though. As time went on, I noticed myself getting more buoyant, and I also noticed Dan's hair started to recede. I guess the water has more effects than just weight gain. I started to feel folds forming around my body as I swam, and I kinda liked it. My growing boner would have been obvious if my large gut hadn't covered it by now. I also saw Dan's outline under the water grow and grow and grow. He didn't seem as flabby as I did though, probably because he had more muscle, but it made it so he had a large round belly that floated in front of him.

After a while, he floated over to me. Our guts collided as he got close. "I like us like this." He whispered in my ear. He knew!? Did he know the whole time and just wanted it to happen, or did he realize later? "I feel so strong and manly" he said as his hands wandered under my belly and to my crotch. I let out a moan as his hand pulled down my shorts and grabbed my cock. "Did you really think I didn't know what Whale Beach was?" I didn't respond. "I just couldn't wait for the moment we would both return to work as obese pigs. I couldn't wait for the chuckles behind our backs as co-workers talk about how we let ourselves go. Oh and the sex, I couldn't wait to hear the bed creek under us as I fuck you like the pig that you are." He said between heavy breaths. His hand sped up with every sentence. "Call me a pig again" I yell. "You're a fucking pig" he growled. "I'm gonna feed you until you can't move, held down by your enormous pig body." He continued. I let out a loud moan as I shot my load into the underside of my belly. Afterwards, I reached around his gut and into his shorts. I wrapped my hand around his dick, pushing into the fat pad that engulfed it. It didn't take long for him to shoot his load all over my hand.

After a moment of silence, we made our way back to the shore. It shocked me how much heavier I was on the ground. I was basically weightless in the water, but now I have to put effort into every step. My stomach made me feel like I was gonna fall forward. We both managed to hobble over to our chairs, but I couldn't fit in mine, my love handles stuck out too far. Dan can barely fit in his, but only because his fat was all in his gut so he was not as wide as me. I decided to sit between his legs with my head essentially under his gut. I don't know what came over me back then. Maybe the water just does that to you, I was just so horny. I looked over and saw the group of three men in a threesome on the beach. Maybe the water does have that effect on people, maybe that's why there are so many love stories from this beach. My hand instinctively reached down to my crotch as I couldn't turn my eyes away from the three men. It seems Dan saw them too as I could feel his dick harden against the back of my head. I felt his hand begin to rub my shoulder and it sent a tingle down my spine. I turned around and got on my knees. He opened his legs as I pulled down his shorts with my mouth. I licked the end of his dick as it entered my mouth. My face was pressed against his fat pad and my forehead pressed against the underside of his gut. His large hand pushed on the back of my head as I went back and forth. The feeling of the hair on his belly rubbing against my head was almost soothing. His moaning got louder and louder until a warm liquid filled my mouth.

I sat back down in the position I was in before. Dan stretched my head and ran his fat fingers through my hair. I wondered how he felt about being bald. He did say something about feeling manly, and maybe that added to it. His big biceps and round gut sure made him look manly though.

We sat there for about an hour or so. The three men were still going at it, oh what I would give to be young again. I wondered what it felt like to be obese in your twenties, it couldn't be that different from being obese in your forties right? Maybe just a little less back pain. It had only been a couple hours in this body and I already couldn't remember what it was like being skinny and fit. How the only thing I could think about was being fed like the pig that I am by my big man.

Eventually, we grabbed our stuff and made our way to my car. We confidently left the beach with our tiny clothes. At this point, our shirts looked like bras and our shirts looked like speedos. After a lot of waddling, we made it to the car and put our stuff into the trunk. Dan gave me a kiss before closing the trunk and getting in the car. I got in the car and we both slid our seats back at the same time. "Do you have a bed that can fit both of us?" Dan asked. "Do you think we can fit in a king size?" I responded in a flirty tone. "Only one way to find out." He smiled at me.

We made it home to my place, I was shocked at how hard it was to get through the front door. I had to put some stuff down to even get through. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

Wow. I thought I would look more like Dan, but I was far more flabby than he was. My tits sagged into my armpits and my gut spilled over my waist. My arms and legs were riddled with rolls of fat and my jawline has disappeared under a thick double chin. Even my nipples were swollen and sensitive.

I walked out of the bathroom and saw that Dan had stripped down to his underwear. It was probably the closest thing he had to fitting him, but it still looked like a stretched out speedo.

His big arms and even bigger gut made me shiver. I couldn't believe how much hotter he was now.

"It's been a long day, how about we hop in bed and call it a night." Dan said

"I'd want nothing more." I replied.

We both curled into bed, barely fitting on it. He laid facing me and wrapped his arm around me. He could barely reach around my shoulder though because his gut pushed us apart.

"Love you." He said as he drifted off to sleep.

"Love you too."

[solivagantingrebel]

MW3 SPOILERS

Drabble(?) Writing under the cut.

A letter from a dead man (to another) —

[Soap left a letter for Ghost, just in case the worst happened— and turns out, it did.]

To Simon Riley,

I guess saying I’m sorry is the best way to start things off here.

Don’t ask why I got the impulse to write this, alright? Last mission got me thinking a lot. It got me thinking about life, about you, about myself. Realising that I loved you, and you love me too, got me thinking even more. We could’ve died, Simon. Died without knowing how much we fucking loved each other too, Jesus. Talk about a sobfest.

Took a lot of courage to admit it. I saw that you struggled too, L.t. But I’m glad we did, even though it wasn’t the most romantic place to say it. While we were hiding from enemies too, for christ’s sake. But that’s what got us to say it and I don’t regret it one bit. Especially not the part afterwards.

Okay, getting sidetracked here. What I wanted to say is that I’ve always known, Simon. I’ve always known that you were mine and I am yours. I plan on making it official too, gonna take you to the nicest place and have the fanciest meal before I get down on my knees. As long as you didn’t beat me to it. Knowing you though, maybe you will.

But that’s not what we’re here for, are we?

You’re reading this now because I didn’t make it. I don’t want to think about it, about a future where I can’t see you anymore, but if I haven’t burned this and it’s in your hands, then that’s what happened. We didn’t get married either. Because I promised myself to write another letter if we had. Our line of work, gotta be prepared for the worst, you know?

I’m sorry.

Whatever happened, I’m so fucking sorry.

I’m sorry for making you feel like this again. I know you’ve lost a lot, went through a lot of horrendous shit you shouldn't have, came out of everything a Ghost for fuck’s sake, and I was really, really hoping it wouldn’t - won’t happen to us. But it did. Because you’re reading this, I know it did.

I owe you so much, Simon. I owe you a cosy little place of our own, I owe you a kiss every day you wake up and every night you close your eyes, I owe you hugs, lots of them, whenever you need it. Whenever you don’t need it too. I owe you my heart, my soul, my entire being, every single little thing that you can take. It’s yours anyway. I owe you so much. But I couldn’t even give you myself, my name, my anything now.

Don’t you dare blame yourself for any of it.

If anything, it’s probably my fault. Blame me, okay? Put everything on my name, curse me to high heavens and hell, enough to have my body rolling in my grave and all. Don’t let me rest even after my death. Anything but blaming yourself for this. You’re not fucking allowed to put this on yourself, do you understand? I’m haunting you if you do. Better watch out, Simon Riley. Especially if you want a good night’s sleep or a good cup of tea from here on out.

Jokes aside. You know I tried, right? I would’ve fought the world with my bare hands for you, pretty man. Would've wrangled death and crawled to your side at the expense of fuck everything. I’m just. Sorry, I guess. I’m sorry it wasn’t enough. I’m sorry that I couldn’t rip my heart out and hand it out just for you to hold.

Fuck. My eyes are tearing up. Don’t mind if there’s some dried up tears on this. I’m trying. Really am, but I don’t know what’s worse, Simon. I don't know. Imagining a world where I can’t see your bonnie face again, or imagining you alone after everything. Bloody fuck. I don't think any amount of sorries can fix this. But I’ll say it again.

I’m really fucking sorry, Simon.

I love you so much, you daft old man. I love you beyond anything I could say, write, do or express. I love you so much I would’ve done anything just to be a John Mactavish Riley and stay by your side.

But you’re reading this.

And you know I can’t.

A lifetime’s worth of sorries can’t fix this, I know. Gonna kiss and hold you extra hard the next time I see you, L.t. Sorry in advance, even though that’s probably the ‘past’ for you. I’m planning to yank that mask right off, press my lips against every square inch of that pretty boy face and tell you how much I love you until you get sick of it. Until you have to force me away, probably grumbling and asking me what’s wrong because you’re not used to it.

You’re not used to being loved, are you?

I love you so much.

I don’t know what to do with this love sometimes. Death can’t stop it either, if you’re wondering. Know that my heart was bursting with it till the end. Know that you were probably the last thought in my head. You’ll always have my love, my soul, dead or alive. What we have goes beyond life and death. You know that, I know that. Wherever I am, if there’s even ‘anything’ beyond, know that I’m missing you to hell and back, Simon Riley.

Don’t be eager to follow me. Please. I want you to live. You’ve been dead for so long, it hurts my heart to even think about you returning to how you were before me. Empty eyes, not letting anything or anyone close, a sad fucker underneath that brooding mask. Pretty too but you already know that. Don’t be a stubborn shit about this, I’m waiting for you. There’s nothing else for me to do.

I don’t know if you’ll get it too but I’ll keep the rings I bought for us next to the letter. Proof, maybe, I don’t know. I want you to have it. Keep it safe. Took a lot to get your size right, couldn’t even risk asking directly because you’d know immediately, smart fucker. Did you know you’re starting to sleep like a log these days? Felt like yesterday that you woke up to the sound of paper shuffling from the other room. Here you are, sleeping like a wee little babe without knowing any better. Anyway, you’re mine.

I’m yours.

Always have been, always will.

Take care, Simon.

PS: I love you.

PPS: I love you a lot. Don’t do anything stupid, I know it sounds real hypocritical of me if you’re reading this but seriously, don’t. See you soon, Simon.

PPPS: Preferably not soon-soon. Grow grey hair before you get here, see the world, do everything you want first. Jesus, I don’t even know what you’re doing right now. Don’t mope and waste away, you still have my love, you tit.

Goodbye, for now.

[This is an excerpt from the wip of the next chapter of my fic, Beyond Life and Death. It'll probably be updated within a few days, the hurt/comfort's going to be there. This part is just hurt lol.]

[tempestuous-lush]

Crimson & Clover || SoA ||

chapter one - take me down

warnings - Masturbation. There is mention of rape, a guy being creepy in general, but nothing too crazy yet. But it's a sons of anarchy story. It'll get there real fast.

summary - Jax Teller found his father's journals, shaking the foundation of what he thought he knew about samcro. And, just when he thought he could distance himself from the life, there you were...the daughter of another club's president, and trouble clearly painted on your face. However, if you're trouble, he quickly realizes, he'd sign up for that any day of the week.

misc: I KNOW I am due to give other things, but I lost inspiration for writing them. It isn't that I plan to never continue them. I just need to take a break and put my creativity into other stories and WIPs in order to replenish. Thanks for understanding.

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You weren’t sure why Naomi wanted to meet you here. 

This fundraiser was promising to be dull. 

As were most things in small town life, you reckoned. 

But hell, excitement wasn’t why you were here. No, it was the asshole you followed here that decided to skip town. So, naturally you took the money you made selling stolen cars to your local MC up north and invested some in a run down shit hole on the outskirts of Charming to turn into a bar and live up top. Because you’d be damned if the asshole that raped you eight years ago suddenly got to live without any eyes on him, to terrorize other girls without anyone to remind him of exactly where his dick didn’t belong. 

Your first day in town, ripping out half rotten wood from downstairs, a group of bikers pulled up. You saw the cuts and knew it must be a few of the samcro boys if you had to guess. You threw the piece of wood in your hands down and walked outside, the door staying open behind you. One of the guys took his helmet off and looked at you, face surly and you could tell he’d seen some shit. He looked over the front of the building before focusing on you and speaking in a monotone voice, “Name’s Clay. I’m president of”-

-”samcro if I had to guess, yeah?” He seemed taken off guard that you interrupted.

You weren’t an idiot and it wasn’t like Clay didn’t come with a reputation. A smile of sorts lingered on his face, “Yeah, you guessed right. We just wanted to stop by and meet the new business owner in Charming. So, lady, is that you?”

“Yeah, it is.” You looked at his bike. Nodding at it, you comment, “That dyna is beautiful.”

Clay huffed and the guys with him chuckled, one of them speaking up, “What do you know about bikes, little sweet butt?”

A memory flashed through your mind like a light bulb. Your mom came home from that MC, trying to talk to your dad about how a girl needed her father, and instead came home crying after getting passed around to remind her she was nothing more than a ‘sweet butt’, not an old lady. You were five, draping a blanket over your drugged up and whored out mother. At five, you knew the drill. Keep a cool washcloth on the back of her neck and tell mommy how much you love her as she works through the sickness and the shakes. Within seconds you snapped out of it and pulled a gun from the back of your waist band, pointing it at the asshole that spoke out of turn, “Let’s get one thing straight you fucking dick, I’m not a god damn sweet butt for your stupid little club and if you ever try, I’ll shoot your fucking balls off.”

The one who hadn’t said a word had his gun out within seconds, though Clay held up his hand and kept anything from firing, “Sorry for Tig, ma’am, he doesn’t get out much. Chibs, put your goddamn gun away. We don’t shoot at women, especially when we started it by speaking like an idiot. Tig!”

The one that went by Tig took his helmet off and smiled. You hated it. However, you slowly put your gun by your side. He cleared his throat, “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that.”

“Anyways, my guys and I wanted to come by and welcome you to the neighborhood.” Clay was looking at you, observing you with those shrewd eyes. You watched as his eyes fell on your tattoo on your arm. Your medusa head. You saw the surge of recognition briefly on his face. That was when his eyes fell back on you, “Either way, we got stuff to do so we’ll head out. Do me a favor, if you need help with any of this stuff, call up Teller-Morrow garage, yeah?”

You tucked your gun back into your waist band, “Yeah. Not likely, but alright.”

And here you were, pulling up a week later at this god forsaken fundraiser.     

Tig and Chibs spotted you pulling up on your bike. However, they weren’t the only ones that did. 

Jax felt his attention pulled to you and once his eyes fell on you they weren’t leaving. You pulled in on that ruby red Indian Chief and took that damn helmet off, and he was a goner. You had that thick hair braided back out of your face, a face that suggested no one would push you around. Your eyes were framed by dark lashes, nose sloped and leading to those perfect lips, painted a ruby red that matched your bike. His mind immediately raced with thoughts of what they must feel like. Taste like. You swung that leg over and stood up, giving him sight of that perfect ass in those jeans that could be painted on. 

Chibs playfully smacked his back, “Shame that she’s got to sit on something so pretty, eh Jackie boy?”

“That’s the broad that bought the piece of shit bar on the outskirts of town. Seemed real familiar with club life if you know what I mean Jax. Look forward to getting to know her.” Tig smiled, knowingly at Chibs, as Jax rolled his shoulder to get Chibs’s hand off his back. They chuckled as Jax headed over to you. 

Chibs elbowed Tig, “How much you wanna bet that fiery girl’s gonna gut him, eh Tig?”

Jax didn’t hear that though. He was already intent on talking to you, hearing your voice, trying to know your name to see if it matched. He couldn’t explain this sudden need he felt. He lit a cigarette as he blazed a path to you. You were looking for Naomi, but you saw him coming. A sigh escaped you as you stopped short, allowing for him to reach you sooner. Best to get this over with. Jax took a drag of his cigarette before stopping in front of you, a smile on his face, “You must be new to town.”

“I didn’t know samcro rode in white sneakers, sunshine.”

Now that he stood right before you, you couldn’t help but call him sunshine. The long blonde hair alone. That sweet talker smile suggesting he was absolutely used to getting whomever he wanted. A small smile pulled on your lips as he faltered for a second before continuing, “Sunshine?”

“Yeah, we’re in California. Long blonde hair. Coming over here with a smile like you think you’re gonna get somewhere all because you’re likely the popular one in town. Girls probably love the cut. Spread their legs for a bit of the samcro experience. But mostly the hair. You remind me of someone.” Jax wasn’t quite sure what to say at your words, and you patted him on the chest, “Nice talking to you sunshine.”

He grabbed a hold of your hand as you walked away, your fingers threaded with his for only a moment before you pulled away, and he commented, “Name’s Jax, darlin.”

“Well, sunshine, mine is certainly not darlin.”

Jax took that as his opening, “Well then why don’t you tell me just who you are? Cause I’m starting to get the feeling you’re trouble at this point.”

A smile ghosted your lips before you commented, “I’m not interested in whatever you're trying for, sunshine. You want a sweet butt? It ain’t gonna be me. And if it’s an old lady you’re looking for, then it certainly isn’t me. I don’t fuck around with members of an MC. Least of all the fucking vice president of one. So go find legs to spread somewhere else. And if you touch me without my permission again, I’ll break your fucking hand. So, we clear, sunshine?”

The sounds of Chibs and Tig laughing caught Jax’s attention and he huffed before looking at the ground and back up at you, “Yeah….yeah, we’re clear trouble. But I gotta say, I love a challenge.”

“I’d say good luck but that would imply you have a chance.”

Jax smiled as he watched you walk off, just for the smile to falter as he watched you greet Naomi. 

After that interaction, of course the person you’d go and talk to was someone who’s blown him a handful of times…and always hoping for more. And you were hugging her. So, on some level, the two of you were close. Jax took a long drag from his cigarette one last time before throwing it on the ground and putting it out with his shoe, “Fucking hell.”

Throughout the day, you watched the amount of samcro members wax and wane. 

However, when Jax came through he was hard to miss. 

Naomi caught your line of sight and started laughing when she saw you were looking at Jax. Your cousin lit another cigarette and her smoker’s voice sounded off, “Lookin’ at Jax little cousin? I’ve gotta say. I’ve had my mouth around that cock a few times. Impressive for sure. Takes a lot to make me choke.”

“Oh god Naomi. Please shut up before I find another impressive item to make you choke, yeah?”

You spared one last glance at him. 

That was when you saw a brunette girl walk up to Jax with a baby. He greeted them with a smile before taking that baby in his arms and laying a kiss on top of his head. That’s about right. It fits the biker narrative that you spent so many years learning about. 

Yet, that was when you saw it. A different face pulled you from your thoughts. You held up your hand, “Hey, Naomi? I’ll meet you at your house in a bit yeah? See Aunt Emily there and help you get started on some of the house stuff. I gotta settle a score, okay?”

Naomi looked at the other guy, confused, before nodding, “Yeah, okay doll.”

That was when you headed off to trail the asshole that brought you to town. You watched as he came to a stop to look over a group of teenage girls. If you had to guess, around the same age you were when he made you his target. You swallowed the anger rising in your throat as he stood off to the side, eyes latching on to one in particular that was wearing a short skirt and a pair of boots. He walked up to them and commented on how he had a dog at home and was hoping to ask if any of them would be interested in coming by to walk her as a side job. A breath of relief escaped you as they all turned him down. He laughed with them before slipping back and headed off to a building, slipping inside. 

You had zero hesitation in following him. By the time you slammed the door open he had his dick in his hand, spit for lube, pumping himself and grunting about just how tight they’d be.  He startled just as you yelled, “You sick motherfucker. Can’t fucking help yourself, huh? Wanna tell me what your next step is, huh?” He moved to get it back in his pants and you were nearly snarling, “No, leave it, makes it easier to take the whole fucking package!” 

“Fucking hell, just stay away from me you rabid bitch!” 

Your anger increased only ten fold as he spit at you. Leaning over, you quickly grabbed the handle of your switchblade from your boot and clicked it open, “I’ll fucking kill you.”

He stared at you, nervousness all over his face. Your voice was low and even. Nothing about it suggested you were fibbing. The glint of your blade was menacing in the low light. A laugh escaped you as you saw him get scared, “Yeah, should have taken the balls you had to rape me with when I drove that nail gun through your sack, huh? And uh…still gutted you like the pig you are.”

He quickly took off running in the opposite direction.

Satisfied he wouldn’t be trying anything today, you closed your switchblade and tucked it back into your boot. You followed behind him and as he ran out, he ran into a handful of samcro. They helped him stand up straight before giving him a gentle push and laughing, “Where you running like that, man?”

That was when he looked back to spot you and took off running again. The samcro boys gave a low whistle as you walked out and headed to the parking lot. One of them called after you, “I wouldn’t be running away from you if that were me darlin.”

You rolled your eyes as you kept walking, ignoring them entirely otherwise. 

No, you wanted to find out what this asshole was driving. He changed cars on you, that much you knew. You just didn’t know to what. So, that was the plan. Scare him into getting into his car and driving off like the bitch he was. All so you could see what car he was in. And there he was, clambering into a red ford pick up truck. A piece of shit. You mumbled to yourself, “Guess he figured since I stole the nice car…”

Meanwhile, Jax watched you and looked over at Clay, “You know anything about that, Clay?”

Clay paused mid sip and lowered his beer bottle to look over at you. He chuckled and commented, “Why you wanting to know something about that, Jax?”

Gemma overheard and paused, playing with Abel after Tara brought him over. She still didn’t like Tara. Didn’t trust her. So, if there was someone else, she had to know who. Jax shrugged and commented, “Nothing like that. Just…curious. Besides, I’m not blind.”

Taking a puff of his cigar, Clay commented, “I believe that little girl is the medusa of the devil backs from up North. Why I offered her help with her bar on the outskirts. That club has helped our charter more than once, and her dad’s the president. Doesn’t claim her. But everyone knows, don’t fuck with her.”

Jax watched you closely as he learned this. He’d heard about you. You stole cars. A lot of them. And you did it incredibly well. You brought in a lot of income for the devil backs. So, why were you here? Jax lit a cigarette before clearing his throat, “Hey, you got the kid, mom?”

Gemma looked at Clay with a curious smile before speaking up, “Yeah, I got him.”

Jax looked at Abel with his signature smile, “I’ll see you at home little man. Be good for grandma.”

As Jax headed to the parking lot, Gemma muttered, “Ass.”

You straddled your bike and started it up. 

Soon, you were pulling out of the parking lot and headed back to your place. You’d go to Naomi’s later, just like you promised. But for now? For now you just needed to decompress. You pulled out just as Jax got to his own bike, starting it up and pulling out behind you. Tara watched as she got in her car to see him follow you out of the parking lot. Her eyes glossed over with concern and confusion, toying with the idea of not going to the hospital but ultimately her job won out. 

Meanwhile, you were halfway down the highway with Jax on your heels. You waited till you were out of town though to pull over. As you did, he kept going with a small wave and a cocky smile your way. Maybe it was just a coincidence he was following you, then. Though, part of you doubted it. Your thoughts were proven correct as you pulled up outside the shithole you bought just to see him sitting on the step of the porch with a cigarette in hand. As you got up, you didn’t say a word to him as you walked inside and put your helmet down on the bar counter.

He followed you inside and huffed, “So the devil backs, huh?”

You tossed the keys next to the helmet and looked over your shoulder, “So, been talking to your step-daddy, huh?” Figuring there was no need to keep it covered, you peeled off your leather jacket. The large medusa’s head on your arm is clearly visible, bits of other ink peeking from beneath your sleeves. Calm, you pushed yourself up onto the bar and took a seat, “Why is VP of samcro standing in front of me?”

“I was curious. The guys mentioned you bought this place. Figured I’d offer help if you needed it.” 

“What kind of help is that? Besides”- you thought of the brunette handing him the baby -”I don’t like drama, sunshine. And the last thing I need is your old lady I saw earlier coming around here.”

“Old lady? You mean Tara?”

The confusion in his voice was met with confusion across your face, “Sunshine I don’t know her name. All I know is she was handing you a baby and honestly, the look you gave her showed it all.”

A smile crossed his face when he realized you were watching him, too. Then he sighed, “Tara isn’t my old lady. I don’t know what she is, but it isn’t that.”

“And the baby?”

“Oh, he is mine. Name’s Abel. His mom is my ex wife. Nothing there. Nothing crazy will come at you. That’s a promise. If it does, I’ll take care of it. Now, taking my help means taking the club’s help. So, what do y”- You held up your hand to shut him up. You sighed and pushed yourself off the bar and headed to the stairs before calling out, “You gonna follow me sunshine, or what?”

As you headed upstairs, Jax behind you, he commented, “These stairs safe, trouble?”

“Only one way to find out, isn’t there sunshine?” With a smirk you jumped up to the next step and you let out a laugh as he chided you, “Hey, watch it, I don’t want a trip to the er.” 

Though, a part of him did take a second to admire that ass of yours before you continued walking and teasing him, “Let me find out vice president of samcro is afraid of stairs.”

“I’m afraid of death traps.”

You came up on the second floor that had clearly been worked on more before answering, “Sunshine, running guns is a death trap all on its own.”

That one sentence cut through Jax, reminding him of everything he recently read in his father’s journal. He was so distracted he didn’t realize you led him straight to your bedroom. The room was completely finished, as was the bathroom attached to it, though he couldn’t see that far. It didn’t match what he expected of you so far. Everything was soft. The bed you slept in was covered with a down comforter, low light bulbs casting specks of color from the stained glass covers on them. The floor was wood, the coldness of it interrupted by a plush rug. Shelves were filled with books along the wall. Then, you dropped to the ground on the other side of the bed and pulled out a heavy metal lock box. You caught him looking around, and smiled, “You didn’t expect me to be sleeping somewhere in the state of downstairs, did you?”

A sheepish smile appeared on his face, “I gotta admit, I was curious.”

“Now”- you pulled your key from around your neck and opened the lockbox, revealing a hefty stack of cash -”if the sons are gonna help me, we’re gonna keep it legit. None of this favors bullshit, alright? I have the rest of the supplies I need for this, and I know how to do the things needing to be done, I’ll pay for manpower because frankly, what the crew I have now is charging me hourly, this’ll be a fucking discount. I need a solid business to sink this into. So, I’m willing to overpay to get it done quicker. 50k. That’s my offer. So, what does vp have to say?”

Jax’s brow quirked up, “You made that by stealing cars?”

Closing the box and locking it, you handed him the 50k, “When I set out to do something, I set out to also be the best at it. So yeah, I made it all by stealing cars. Why? Is gun running not as profitable?”

Jax hesitated before answering, “We’ve been hitting some…difficulties lately.”

You let out a laugh as you handed him the bills, “Sorry to hear that, though I can’t say I’m surprised. Now, if you’ll do me a favor, I’ve had a long day sunshine and I’d love to take a hot shower and lay in my bed for a bit before I have to go and help Naomi with my sick Aunt.”

“About Naomi, I”- 

-“have used her mouth more than a few times? She already mentioned that. I get it. Probably figured a big mouth like hers would be good to fuck. Or at least an effective way to shut her up.” Jax looked at the ground before looking up at you with that grin. You kept your face neutral but god did you want to smile for a reason you didn’t even know.

Jax cleared his throat and tucked away the money in his pocket before looking at you again, “Suppose it doesn’t matter. I’ll get with Clay on helping you out. We’ll give you the manpower you need.”

“Good. I can let go of the idiots with their thumbs up their asses that barely move without a prod.”

“Did you test that out personally?”

“Why? Would it excite you if I did?”

Jax leaned against the door frame of your room with a huff before smiling, “Yeah, you’re trouble alright.”

“Well trouble or not, sunshine, remember I want a shower and a nap before I have to go and deal with Naomi’s mom. So do me a favor. Take that money to Clay and tell him my offer and”- you went to your nightstand and opened a drawer where Jax said nothing about the handgun to pull out a piece of paper and scrawl a number on it -“he can call me on this number. Or you can. Whichever.”

You watched as Jax took the slip of paper and opened his wallet to tuck it away before putting it back into his pocket. You followed him downstairs and slowed as he came to a stop. Those eyes of his wandered around the place before landing on you. He lingered before turning to leave, “Catch you later trouble.”

You watched as he got on his bike and started it up before murmuring to yourself, “See ya, sunshine.”

Jax headed back home, knowing Gemma was gonna bring Abel home anyway and that way he didn’t have to go back to the fundraiser either. Pulling out his cell he called Clay and on the second ring Clay answered, “Yeah, Jax.”

“Well Clay, I got the rest of what we owe plus some.”

“From where?”

“The new girl in town. The one you pointed out at the fundraiser.”

Clay scoffed a little, thinking how Gemma was already excited after Jax left to follow you earlier. She really didn’t like the other one at all. You on the other hand? The idea excited Gemma. 

Clay sighed, “What’s the terms?”

“We help her finish construction. Get it done quicker.”

“That’s it?”

Jax took his wallet out and threw it on the bedside table before pulling off his shoes, “Yeah, why?”

“When she got to town a week ago I offered our help for free. As a favor.” 

That made more sense. Why you wanted to pay, emphasized you didn’t want to owe the club any favors for the help. Jax smiled.

You were smart. You knew Clay would consider it a favor needing to be repaid. And you didn’t want that, hence the money and even overpaying. If anything, the club would owe you a favor. He smiled at the thought before commenting, “I’m not sure man, but I have the 50k. I’ll bring it to the club first thing tomorrow, yeah? Stay at Gemma’s fundraiser, since we ruined the last one.”

Clay huffed and commented, “Yeah, having a blast.”

“See ya tomorrow?”

“Yeah alright kid.”

Jax hung up and dropped his phone onto the bed before stripping down to get into the shower. As he stepped in and turned the hot water on, an intrusive thought came to his mind. You mentioned showering. Were you showering now? He couldn’t help it. He thought of what you must look like underneath the water, body slicked with soap. He had his hand wrapped around his cock before he realized what he was even doing, muttering as the water ran down his back, “Fucking trouble.”

He braced himself against the wall with his free hand as he started pumping himself, picturing that smart mouth of yours instead of his hand. A grunt escaped him, followed by a moan as he thought about how wet he could get you and just how fucking good you’d feel taking him after. Jax thought of how you must taste. There’s no doubt in his mind just how sweet you’d be on his tongue. Another moan escaped him as he squeezed his eyes shut, “Fucking trouble, that’s what you are.”

Tara had been distracted at work, not quite trusting that everything was fine. She wasn’t sure why, but something was bothering her. That’s how she ended up here, outside of Jax’s home. She stepped in and called out his name but heard nothing in response. As she walked into his bedroom she saw his clothes on the ground and heard the shower. The smile growing on her face faltered as she heard him grunt out “fucking trouble, that’s what you are”. 

Was he talking to someone?

She peeked into the bathroom and saw him through the clear shower curtain, stroking his cock with eyes screwed shut. He kept going as he was nearly panting, “Gonna drain me dry with that smart mouth?”

She could feel her anger coursing through her veins as she slipped back into his bedroom. She sat on the bed, wondering what her next move should be. Out of curiosity she grabbed his wallet and opened it, just to see a slip of paper with some writing. A phone number. No name. Just one word written over it. 

Trouble.

Tara stared at it until she heard Jax from the bathroom, growling out one word, “Fuck.”

Jax felt his balls tighten before he came hard and fast. His hand joined the other on the wall, stretching and enjoying the feeling of the hot water on his muscles until finally, he turned the water off. Toweling off, he headed into his bedroom just in time to see Tara, “Hey there gorgeous. How long you been waiting?”

“Oh you know”- she stood up and walked around, holding her arms to her chest -”long enough to hear the big finish. Thinking of my smart mouth I hope, Jax.”

Shit.

His smile faded before commenting, “I only ever think about you.”

Tara thought of the note, the copy of it she wrote down nearly burning a hole in her pocket.

She’d give a call and let whoever the hell it was know: Jax was spoken for. 

Meanwhile, you stepped out of the shower and dried off. You got some clothes on and headed downstairs to grab your phone where you left it before spotting a piece of paper next to the device. A small smile appeared on your lips despite yourself. A phone number was scrawled on it along with a note that very cockily said in case you get impatient waiting to hear from me.

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[hot-soop]

don't let me tempt you / ch.1

pairing: angel!seokjin x angel!f.reader ⇢ au: Good Omens universe (none of the characters or the plot are mentioned so this fic can be read without knowing anything of Good Omens) ⇢ genre: forbidden romance, friends 2 lovers, comedy(?), fluff, eventual smut (not in this chapter) ⇢ summary: Seokjin is temporarily banished from Heaven and you're not all that good at paperwork. ⇢ chapter wc: 4.5k ⇢ rating: fic rating is explicit/18+ for eventual smut; chapter rating is 16 & up bc they're the equivalent of ken dolls rn, but minors please DNI anyway. This isn't for you. ⇢ chapter warnings: LOTS of religious imagery bc this is set in the Good Omens universe and there's gonna be a bunch of biblical references, but please remember that this isn't meant to be accurate. Author is an atheist. Author did next to no research on calendars that pre-date the Georgian one bc she is lazy and can't do maths. Swearing. If there's any tags you think I'm missing, please let me know - I'd hate to be the cause of any upset or discomfort <3 ⇢ a/n: thank u to my beloveds @the-boy-meets-evil and @ugh-yoongi for reading this over and thinking my babies are cute. thank u to my angel @effortandmore for your encouragement! Ur all cute too. Ily

1106 BC

Time in 1106 BC follows some kind of construct that the author has not deemed necessary to research, but if the Georgian calendar (or indeed days of the week) had been invented, the day our story begins would be in mid April, on a Tuesday, around 3pm.��

The weather in Heaven is, as you would expect, perfect. The company is not.

“Sorry to bring you in here like this,” you say, as the thirteenth angel of the day takes a seat on the other side of your desk.

There’s a spiel to this. Angels have a tendency to lean towards the dramatic, so you’ve learned the ways of ‘softening the blow’, as the humans call it. Doling out God’s punishments wasn’t your preferred assignment, but it’s the role that was dropped in your lap after you quit the last - and you’re not in a position to refuse Her again. Here goes another. 

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but-”

“Let me guess,” the other angel interjects. “She’s demoting me?”

This is unusual. The angels know God’s wrath, but they’re usually surprised to find out when said wrath is directed toward them specifically. Not this one, he’s sitting there, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently, waiting for you to rip off the bandaid. 

“Uhh. A temporary banishment actually.”

He stares at you. “It was only a little miracle.” 

“Three very large miracles, I’ll have you know. We’re not supposed to be bringing people back from the dead anymore.”

“Since when?” he asks, rather like a petulant human toddler. 

You frown. “Since protocol changed - didn’t you read the memo?” The angel shakes his head. “God’s decided to save those types of miracles for someone really special in-” You pause to check your watch “- a thousand years, give or take a century.” 

“Special how?” The angel asks, sitting up a little straighter. 

“You know we’re not told details of The Great Plan.” You flip the file shut. “Well, it seems like you know the issue at hand, and there’s little else to discuss-”

There’s a look of unease creeping over his assigned face that gives you pause. His fingertips drum on his knee. Too human for a heavenly body. “Are you alright?”

“She’s not- they’re not going to cut-”

“Oh! Goodness no,” you’re quick to reassure. “Oh no, you’d have to do something really awful for that, like, question her authority like Lucifer did.” His laugh comes out like a bark, and you’re confused because it wasn’t a joke. “No, but I am terribly sorry to say that you’re being sentenced to four-hundred years on Earth.”

He blinks twice. “Excuse me?”

“Four-hundred years - horrid, I know. But God does say the punishment must fit the deed-”

You’re interrupted again, this time by the kind of laughter that starts as disbelief and quickly has his shoulders shaking and tears rolling down his cheeks. Most unusual. 

“You’re telling me I get to spend near half a century on Earth?”

“What do you mean ‘get to’?” The thought of even spending ten years in such a place sends shivers right through your wings. “You won’t be able to return to heaven at all during that time. No correspondence with anyone, unless of course we contact you first.” He’s positively glowing and you can’t understand it. “You’ll have to live amongst humans-”

He’s standing now, moving to the screen and zooming in on earth. “Can I pick where?”

You move to stand next to him. He’s zoomed in so far, you can’t quite tell where it’s supposed to be. In truth, you spend very little time looking over God’s preferred planet, choosing instead to focus on the vastness of the universe in all its glory. You prefer the stars and the galaxies and all of their colours. 

“May I?”

“Sorry, I don’t understand.”

“Can I choose where to live? Will I have a role?” 

There’s nothing like this in the training manual. No one ever has these questions. They’re too busy crying, wailing for another chance to stay in heaven, let alone look excited as this one does. 

“I suppose you could,” you say slowly. “And no - there’s no role.” You wait for the penny to drop, but he doesn’t seem to get it. “Pointlessness is the point of this sentence.”

Wonder breaks out in his expression, and he turns back to the screen and zooms in on a peninsular you’ve never noticed before. “Can you drop me here?”

“Where’s here?”

“Gojoseon.”

“Why?” 

“Good people.” His smile spreads wide. “Good food.”

You gasp. “You’ve consumed their provisions? You’ve eaten?”

He looks at you in shock. “You haven’t?”

Of course you flaming haven’t! Even if you could stomach it - how in heaven would you get the opportunity to dine on Earth, what with all the work piling up in your pigeonhole and the lack of angels rights to paid time off, not to mention a union?

Your expression must say it all because he laughs again and says, “Well then visit me sometime, I’ll cook for you.” 

“You’re very peculiar.”

“Yes,” he says with a shrug. “I get that a lot.” 

You move back over to the desk to complete the rest of the paperwork while he stands there, still looking at the map with a satisfied smile.

After a few moments, he says, “I’ll need a name if I’m to live with humans.”

You find his given name at the top of the page. Soterasiel. 

“What’s wrong with the one you’ve got?”

He shrugs again. “Doesn’t quite roll off the tongue for everyone.”

“I hear John is rather popular these days,” you muse, still checking boxes. “And Abraham. Or what about Jos-”

“Seokjin.”

“Bless you.”

“No, I mean- Seokjin.” He moves to sit back down. You don’t quite like it, the way he walks, like he’s got a bravado he hasn’t done anything to earn - rather the opposite in fact, given his grievous error in judgement. “That’s my new name.” 

“Oh-” You glance up at him. “It suits you.”

Seokjin beams. He’s quiet for the next few moments, but you can sense his eagerness as he watches your fingertip move down the page. When all the documents are signed, you show him over to the chute, and he peers into it.

“This is the one-way?” 

You nod. “We’ll send someone to relieve you once your sentence is up.”

He steps inside without hesitation, and it’s almost too late. You've been itching with curiosity since you opened his file, so you blurt out exactly what you’re not supposed to ask.

“Why did you do it?”

Seokjin tilts his head, confused.

“Why did you bring those humans back from the dead?” you clarify.

His eyes soften. “They’re my favourites.” 

There’s a pregnant pause as you regard him. You don’t understand. Favourites? Angels aren’t supposed to have favourites. Angels aren’t supposed to be anything like him. Maybe you haven’t met enough to speak on the matter.

“Come visit me, won’t you? I get the impression you’ll like it down there.”

And before you can scoff at the very idea of visiting a banished (albeit temporarily) angel on earth, the chute opens up below him and he’s gone.

It’s difficult to get back to work after all that. All day there are punishments to give out in God’s name, but thankfully they’re nothing as extreme as that one. You get through a few sanctions, several warnings filed, and a strongly worded letter to the Department of Animals to remind them to stop creating wasps (apparently earth has enough) and then (at what would usually be known as 6pm), like clockwork, Turiel enters your office. 

He’s another one you can’t get a read on, but in an entirely different way. He came up the ranks quickly, and became your boss without the necessary qualifications within a single century. He’s kind of course, but he’s a Watcher, so naturally he watches everything. Being watched makes you uncomfortable. 

“How is everything?”

“Wonderful, thank you.”

“What happened with the banishment this morning?”

“With Seok- Soterasiel? He took it rather well.” Turiel stares at you, and you clear your throat to fill the awkward quiet. “Seemed quite happy about it, actually.”

Turiel frowns. “That’s odd.”

“Yes, quite.”

“We should watch that one,” he says, already making his way out. “Oh- you remembered to strip his miracles, correct?”

Strip his- why in heaven would you do that? It seems horribly cruel enough just to leave them there, let alone take their ability to do anything worthwhile. 

“Sorry?”

Turiel stops on the spot and turns, frown deepening further. “Tell me you saw the memo from Metatron? We’re to strip any and all banishments of their miracles going forward. Too many mishaps and too many angel turned demon that still have their powers.”

If you had any blood in your face it would surely drain. No, you haven’t seen any blasted memo. The pigeonhole is stuffed to burst and it’s something you’ve been meaning to work through, you truly have, but there’s so little time in the day and- and- heavens, he’s still staring at you. Tell him the truth. Tell him you didn’t take Seokjin’s miracles. They’d overlook one error, especially as it’s the first offence. Surely?

“No need to worry,” you hear yourself say, voice unnaturally high. “Of course I did.” 

Turiel blinks, smiles with relief, and shuts the door behind him as he leaves.

For the first time in your existence, you’re tempted to curse. 

879 BC

6:43pm. Patchy rain showers through til 8.

Seokjin’s home looks like nothing. A shack at best. It’s hardly worthy of the name home but you still need his sodding permission to cross the threshold, so you knock and wait, huddling as close to the door as possible to keep dry. As the rain pelts your back you bitterly wonder why angels have to wait at the threshold for permission to enter. It’s utterly beyond you, surely such a restraint could be reserved for those who are up to no good?

(You pointedly ignore the little voice saying that you are actually up to no good.)

“Oh my God,” Seokjin says when he opens the door (if it weren’t for the threshold force you’d keel over) and your nose wrinkles automatically at the blasphemy. “It’s you.”

“May I come in?” you say, too busy watching for Watchers in your peripherals to take in the sight of the angel in front of you. It would be terrible to be caught now, after the web of lies you weaved in order to get an hour off work. 

“Why?” he asks, suspicion lacing his voice. “You’re not bringing me back early are you?”

“Oh heavens no,” you say, starting to feel a little desperate, pushing the wet hair from your eyes. “I forgot something in your documents, a quick signature and I’ll be off in a jiffy.”

“You forgot something?”

“Yes-” 

“And you decided two hundred and twenty-seven years later was the right time to fix that?”

“Time slips away when you’re working!” 

Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Your lot really need to unionise.”

“Shh!” you hiss. “Let me in, please?”

“Alright, alright,” he says, stepping aside. “Come on in. Take your shoes off at the door.”

“I don’t have shoes,” you say as you push past him. A little miracle as soon as you’re out of the rain has you dry and warm again. What a pity, you think, that Seokjin will have to live without these little perks for the rest of his banishment. The sympathy you feel for him catches you unawares.  “What are shoes?”

Seokjin smiles. “Thought you were a watcher?”

Part Cherubim part Virtue actually, but you won’t be telling Seokjin that. That’s between you and God. You bustle past him inside the shack and you can finally relax. All protocols are being broken right now, but with the teeny tiny miracle that you performed earlier, only you and Seokjin will know about this clandestine meeting.  

Seokjin’s home is much nicer on the inside. Rather homely. And clean. And it smells good. What is that smell? 

“I just made some tea, would you like a cup?” 

Drinking? Apparently you can’t hide your expression because Seokjin's responding smile is mirthful. “Haven’t changed much, have you?”

“I suppose not, no.”

There’s no time to dilly dally like this. If you’re not back in the office soon, there’ll be questions you won’t know how to answer without twisting the truth. An angel can’t be going around telling lies. It’s uncouth. 

Seokjin busies himself at the table while you unroll the documents. The scroll is horribly long, but eventually you find the line you missed all those years ago. You cough to get his attention, and he looks up and takes the scroll from your outstretched hand. 

But then he starts to read. Oh goodness gracious. You hadn’t expected that. He seemed the sort that wouldn’t get hung up on the details, that would trust an angel (one like yourself in particular) implicitly. It’s offensive, actually, that he doesn’t trust that you’re not trying to pull the wool over his eyes, even though that might be exactly what you were trying to do. Are you not trustworthy? Are you not angelic?

Seokjin frowns. Uh oh. 

“You’re taking my miracles?”

“Uh-”

“Why?”

“Well- uh. It’s protocol, you see.”

Seokjin stares. The silence is palpable.

“You fucked up.”

You gasp. “Don’t curse!”

“You did!” he says, eyes wild. “You fucked up when you sent me down here!”

There’s heat creeping up your neck.

“It really doesn’t need to be such a big to-do,” you splutter. “Just sign the form, and I’ll be on my way and then you’ll be back in Heaven in no time at all!”

“But I won’t have my miracles?”

“You’ll get them back on your return!” 

“What if I need them?”

“You won’t.”

“I’ve needed them a lot, actually,” Seokjin insists. “You’ve no idea how many sticky situations I’ve been in thanks to all the creatures our Heavenly Mother made!”

“Oh!” you exclaim. “Have you seen a tiger yet? Those are my favourite.”

Seokjin looks like he might slap you.

The door opens.

“Seokjinie-hyung! We’re back!”

We? Who’s we?

We are three men, one short, one tall, and one somewhere in the middle. 

The room is very suddenly too small and too quiet as all of you stare at each other. 

The small one’s eyes, wide and curious, dart between you and Seokjin. 

“Who’s this, Seokjin hyung?”

“Uh-” you say.

“Uhh-” says Seokjin.

You can’t think of a human name. Not a single, blasted one comes to mind. Of course, humans know angels exist, but you can’t go around telling everyone who you are when you’re not exactly here on official business. Their mouths blabber too much. Word on Earth gets around faster than in Heaven.

“This is-”

“Oh my God-” the somewhere-in-the-middle one exclaims, while you grimace. “You’re that angel hyung told us about!”

You turn to glare at Seokjin, who is all of sudden very interested in the wood grain on the table. His ears are strawberry red. Strawberries were one of your ideas, you’d know that colour anywhere.

“You told them?” you say, incredulously. “What were you thinking?”

Seokjin sighs. “They’re not going to say anything.”

“Yeah!” the small one says. “Don’t worry, we’ve kept Seokijn hyung’s secret for two cent-”

He’s cut off by a loud cough from the tall one, but you’re not stupid. Humans aren’t supposed to be alive that long anymore, not since The Great Flood when God finally got sick of Noah and his bothersome family - that was one of the few memos you read. 

“Seokjin-” you say slowly. He’s pointedly looking everywhere else but your face. “Are these the same humans you told me about during our first meeting?”

The small one grins. “Oh hyung, I knew you loved us more than you let on.”

Two centuries they’ve been alive - at least. Oh Goodness. You need to report it, but how could you without telling them you didn’t do your job properly. 

“You don’t need to say anything to Heaven,” Seokjin says. “What they don’t know doesn’t hurt them.”

“The protocol-” you start, but you’re cut off by a groan.

“Fuck the protocol! Don’t you want to think for yourself for once? Didn’t She give us free will for a reason?”

“She gave them free will, not us!” you reason. “We’re to do as we’re told!”

“Why? What for?”

“The Great Plan!”

“The Great Plan-” he parrots in the most condescending tone. “-is supposed to be ineffable. If we knew what was in it, we wouldn’t have a choice. If I didn’t have free will, I wouldn’t have been able to turn them into vampires.”

You frown, confused. Vampires weren’t in the handbook, but then you never could keep up. “What’s a vampire?”

Seokjin swallows thickly. “Uh. Nevermind that. The point is, if this wasn’t in The Great Plan, if it wasn’t written, would I have even been able to do it?”

The thought gives you pause. He’s got a point, actually. The Archangels talk often of fate and destiny and what She wrote. No one knows the plan, of course, and it can change at Her will, but the whole point of this charade is that you’re all to trust in God’s Plan, regardless of what happens.

There’s a long moment of silence. The three men- or rather, vampires- are still just standing there watching the two of you argue. 

The small one finally breaks the tension and introduces himself. “I’m Jimin,” he says.

You nod, and give your name. He repeats it, butchering the pronunciation, but of course you expected that. Humans have never quite managed to get their tongue around it. You muse for a moment if you should give yourself a more human name, like Seokjin, but your thoughts are interrupted by the large one. 

“I’m Namjoon,” he says, and points to the last one, who gives a tentative wave. “This is Taehyung.”

You nod again, and start to feel a little ridiculous.

Okay, so the plan needs to be adjusted. You can’t take away Seokjin’s miracles without getting him to undo whatever he did to the human-vampires. 

“How long have you all been alive?” 

Namjoon glances at Seokjin, who nods. “Around three hundred years.”

“Okay,” you say. “And do you plan on dying any time soon?”

The three of them stare at you. “It’s not something we’d considered, no,” whispers Jimin. 

“Right,” you say, and then turn to Seokjin. “You need to fix this, make them human again. I’ve got to go, they’ll be looking for me, but I’ll be back soon to check in on you so you’d better have done it by then.”

Seokjin’s Adam's apple bobs in his throat. It’s… somewhat pleasant to look at.

“Pleasure to meet you everyone,” you say tightly to Seokjin’s friends. “Enjoy the rest of your lives.”

You catch their confused expressions shift into something horrified before you appear back at your desk in Heaven. It leaves you befuddled. That was a perfectly pleasant first interaction with humans that are aware of your celestial-ness - you’re not quite sure what they could be so bothered about.

827 BC

Early Autumn. 8:12am. Current Earthly conditions: foggy

It’s another fifty years or so before you can catch a break long enough to get back down to Earth. The shack has improved drastically - quite the pleasant looking home in fact. There’s flower boxes on the windowsills that are covered in a light morning dew, but the plants seem hardy. Purples and yellows. Dainty looking little things. You wonder what they might be. 

The door opens as you bend to smell them, and you look up to find the angel wrapped up in the largest item of clothing you’ve ever seen for something that just seems to be used for a neck. It’s ever so bright. Mismatched colours and patterns that don’t seem to line up. One end of it drags along the floor. Seokjin doesn’t appear too pleased to see you. 

“What are you wearing?” you ask, amused.

“Taehyung made me a scarf.”

“It’s very big.”

Seokjin glares.

“Did you really come to ruin my life so early in the morning?”

You roll your eyes. “You’re immortal. I hardly doubt this little blip will destroy you. More like God would if you don’t pull it together.”

“I could say the same about you.”

He’s got you there. But as you hold his gaze something in the air shifts, and he reluctantly lets you in. This time you take his offer of a cup of tea. You take a tentative sip, and it warms your belly in such an unexpected way. The weight of the cup is heavy in your hand, and the warmth of it seeps into your palm. It’s rather nice. 

You sit at the same table he had fifty-something years ago. There’s a few more marks in the woodwork by now. 

“Shall we get it over with then?” he says. “Where do I need to sign?”

You stop his hastiness with a gentle touch to his arm. He stares at your hand.

 “Did you get everything in order first?” you ask.

Seokjin coughs. “Yes, of course.” 

His ears are strawberry red again. The colour really is pretty, you’re glad you chose it. You’re glad you see it in other things, even if they are the tips of this angel’s ears. 

“They’re dead?”

“Not yet,” he says, lips twisting bitterly around the words. “They’re living out the rest of their lives. You might get a chance to see them, if you stay awhile. They said they’d be popping by later.”

“Oh,” you say, surprised. “Well, I suppose that’s something. You know, I am really sorry about that. I thought about it after my last visit, and I think I understand now why you’d want to keep your friends around for longer.” 

“Feeling lonely up there?” he asks, voice gentler than usual.

“No!” You snort with (only slightly put on) derision. “Of course not. Too busy for such a thing as loneliness.”

He chuckles. “Maybe I wasn’t busy enough then.”

You ignore what feels like a thimbleful of sadness dropping into your stomach.

Seokjin does most of the talking while you drink your tea. He talks about what he does down here - cooking mostly, but also a little pottery. He’s been training under a man called Yoongi. Says he made the cups you’re holding, and you inspect them. They’re quite ugly, thick and uneven- and you’re about to say as such, but Seokjin looks proud, so you smile and tell him he did very well, and that you like the colour of the clay. You wish you could bottle the way he beams.

All too soon the tea is finished, and Seokjin signs the document. It’s done. His eyes still shine, if a little less bright now. 

“What now?” he asks.

You suck in a breath. “Your miracles are in trust until your return to Heaven. Until then you can live as a human. More or less.”

His eyes snap up. “I’m still immortal, right?”

“Oh of course,” you say with a laugh. “You think they’d go through all this trouble just to risk you being eaten by a giraffe?”

“Do you know anything about Earth?” Seokjin says it like you’re an idiot. “At all?”

You’re tempted to roll your eyes. “I know plenty-”

“Name one thing,” he interrupts, crossing his arms and looking at you with an almost amused expression. 

You draw your shoulders back. You’ll give him three. “It weighs five point nine-seven septillion kilograms.”

Seokjin blinks three times fast. You must’ve caught him off guard with your knowledge. Good.

“It’s made up of thirty-two point one percent iron, fifteen point one percent silic-”

“Alright,” Seokjin says, lips twisting into a small smile. “I get it. You don’t need to prove yourself.”

You grin, ever so pleased with yourself, and Seokjin laughs.

“You’re cute.”

“What?”

“Cute,” he repeats. “It’s a compliment.”

“Oh,” you say, wondering why reciting facts from the Earth’s handbook would warrant a compliment on your character. “Okay…” You look down at your mug and see it’s empty and you’re struck with a surprising pang of disappointment. The tea was really rather good, it’s something of a pity as you realise you won’t be able to make it the same back in Heaven.

“Well, I’d better get going. Paperwork to do. Miracles to take.”

“Of course,” says Seokjin, and stands to see you off. “If you visit again will you let me know in advance?”

“Why?”

“I’ll make dinner.”

You smile without thinking. “I don’t eat, Seokjin.”

“You know,” he says, in a very matter of fact tone. “Despite the fact that every time we meet you’re taking away something of mine, I’m growing quite fond of our meetings.”

You blink. 

His eyes are so big and gentle and- “Let me know- okay?” he says with earnest.

“Okay,” you promise, already wondering when you could possibly get away long enough to watch Seokjin eat dinner.

“Would you like to take some flowers with you?” he asks suddenly. “I saw you smelling them.”

“Oh! Ye-” you start, and then you think better of it. So you plaster on a smile and say “No, that’s quite alright, I can whip some of my own up in no time at all.”

Seokjin nods. He looks like he’s going to say something else, but time is getting on and you’re not used to these odd goodbye rituals the humans (and this angel in particular) seem so fond of, so with a flash of a smile you’re back in Heaven. Seokjin and his lovely brown eyes remain on Earth. 

Your office looks so bland in comparison to Seokjin's home.

It takes a second to notice that the cup he gave you is still in your hand, remnants of the sweet tea drying on the bottom. You briefly consider going back down, just to hand it over and say goodbye properly, but in walks Turiel to squash any ideas you have about leaving your post again.

“Great, you’re finally back,” he says, dumping a stack of files on your desk. “We’re swamped.”

“What happened?” you exclaim. You’re barely able to see him over the pile. 

“Some bright spark in Organisms made a new virus. Let it loose in Greece without proper authorisation, killed half of them,” he says with a frustrated sigh. “The higher ups are fretting because one of the dead ones was supposed to be a prophet.”

Oh dear.

Turiel leaves without display. No time for pleasantries like offerings of tea and flowers up here. You sigh, dejected. 

Being around Seokjin makes you wistful for things you didn’t know you wanted. You set the mug on your desk, turning it to and fro so you get a view of the prettier side- and with the smallest of miracles, there grows delicate flowers, in purple and yellow.

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You didn't actually think I would miss this, did you? (Tobin Heath x Reader)

Just a short little fic for Tobin's birthday. Not really edited so mind any mistakes. Hope you enjoy!

Between work getting busy and studying, life has been busy lately so writing has unfortunately been put on the back burner so fics might take longer than usual. My final essay is due in less than 2 weeks so hopefully I'll have more time to write after that!

Words: 1.4k

Y/n: Nobody on earth can make me feel the way you do. Everyday I wake up you continue to amaze me in every way possible. Your kindness, empathy and compassion are what make you the most amazing woman I've ever known. Please never stop being the beautiful, confident and sexiest person that I am madly in love with. Everyday I am blessed to have you by my side. I hope today is filled with love, friendship, surprises and fun. Thank you for going through life with me. Happy birthday my love. I love you today and always.

Toby: Thank you baby. There's no one I'd rather go through life with than you. I love you so much.

Toby: I wish you were here with me today... I miss you

Y/n: I miss you too Toby. We'll see each other soon. I'm sure you'll have an amazing day regardless. I wanted to have this text ready for you to wake up to, but I got busy :(

Toby: It's okay, facetime later?

Y/n: Wouldn't miss it. I have to go, but I'll message you a bit later. I love you

It was Tobin's birthday today. We had been together for 7 years and this was the first birthday that we would be apart for. Since we started dating, we had always made sure to be with each other on our birthdays. This year though, I was playing in Europe meaning I couldn't be there this year. Well that's what she thought anyway. I was out for a couple of weeks with an injury and coach had agreed that I could return to the states as long as I kept up with physio. 

Tobin's birthday happened to fall in the middle of a national team camp. One that I couldn't attend due to being injured. I knew they would be planning something so I had reached out to Ali to let her know I was surprising Tobin. I trusted her to not let it slip and she was able to keep me updated on their plans so I could surprise her. I didn't want to miss her whole birthday, instead I had found a flight that would get me there in time to surprise her at lunch. 

I got through security as quickly as possible. Knowing I was so close to seeing Tobin again was making me impatient. This was probably the longest we had gone without seeing each other. I hated it, but playing internationally had always been a dream of mine. They had organized lunch in the meal room at the hotel seeing as there were so many of them. I quickly dropped my stuff in Tobin's hotel room and cleaned myself up a bit before heading down to the meal room. 

Ali had organized a game of guess the person. Tobin was blindfolded and had to guess who was in front of her based on the feel of their hands and face. The girls smiled widely when they saw me, somehow managing to not completely freak out. I watched Tobin go through a few more of them. There was a wide smile on her face, the corners of her eyes no doubt crinkling. I knew pretty much all of Tobin's expressions at this point, even without properly seeing them. It made me happy knowing that even though she was missing me, she was still able to have fun and be genuinely happy. 

After a few minutes, I stepped up to Tobin, placing her hand on my arm first then my face. I knew there was a high chance that once she felt either of my hands she would know it was me. Besides the years of almost constant hand holding, I had a scar on one of my hands that was very noticeable.

I lent into her touch, enjoying the feeling after almost six months away from her. That must have been a give away, because her hand froze briefly before moving to my eyebrow that also had a scar then my left hand. She ripped the blindfold off, eyes wide as she stared at me in shock. 

"Y/n!" Tobin pretty much squealed, jumping up, arms wrapping around me as she jumped up, legs around my waist, "You're here, you're actually here."

"You didn't seriously think I would miss your birthday did you?"

Tobin kissed me hard, filled with passion and love. I knew the team were watching, fake gags coming from them, but I did care as I cupped the back of her head, not letting her move until we were both out of breath. Tobin watched me for a few seconds before speaking, "I love you so much. How long do I have you for?"

Reluctantly, I put her down, feeling my knee starting ache, "A couple of weeks. Pretty much until I'm ready to join practice again as long as I keep up with physio here."

Since there weren't any real plans for after lunch, Tobin and I snuck off to the room. We didn't do anything other than cuddle and make out a little bit. I was exhausted from my flight, all I wanted to do was hold her after months apart. When Tobin eventually had to go to the bathroom, I got the piece of paper and ring box from my bag. I quickly hid the ring box as Tobin came back into the room. I still wasn't sure if I was going to propose right now with just the two of us or do something with the team later. I wanted to have it with me for when I decided the time was right.

"I got you something."

"You didn't have to, just being here is enough."

"Shush and take it. I think you're going to like this."

I handed her a piece of paper. She read over it slowly before jumping on me, peppering kisses across my face, "You're coming back?!? We get to play together again?"

"I'm coming back. I still have to be there for a couple more months though. I love playing for arsenal, it's been a great experience, but it's not worth how much I miss you." 

A few tears fell down her cheeks as she kissed me slowly before a smile stretched across her face, interrupting the kiss. Her smile was one of my favourite sights so I wasn't mad about it, "You are amazing, I love you Y/n."

"I love you Toby." 

Once again I found myself watching her. Taking in her smile, the way her eyes crinkled, the dimples I was obsessed with, her beautiful eyes that I could look at forever and the short hair that drove me crazy. It was my first time seeing it in person, I had ran my fingers through it countless times already and was currently resisting the urge to do it again. I loved her more than I thought it was possible to love another person. She was the person I craved, the first person I thought of when I woke up or before I went to sleep, the first person I wanted to tell when anything happened. She was the person I wanted by my side for the rest of my life. 

"I meant what I said in my text."

"Which part?"

"All of it. Even after 7 years, you still make my heart race, butterflies and sparks to explode at even the slightest touch. No one has even made me feel the way you do and no one else ever will. I thank everything in this world that you chose me, that I get to be with you and love you every day. You are the only person I want by myside through everything life throws our way. The good, bad, funny, messy, whatever it is, it will be okay because I have you. I am so madly in love with you Tobin Powell Heath, I want to do life with you for as long as you'll have me. Will you marry me?"

Tobin launched forward before I could even get the ring box. She hugged me tightly, tears landing against my neck, "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. I love you so fucking much Y/n."

My own tears fell, the happiness bubbling over as I chuckled, "Can I get the ring now?"

"You got me a ring?"

I reached under the pillow for the ring box, opening it for Tobin to see. It was just a simple rose gold band, it fit who she was and the type of style she liked. She grinned widely as I easily slipped it onto her finger, "Of course I did. I've been planning to do this for months now. Only the best for my girl or should I say fiancé?"

"God I can't wait to marry you Y/n."

[sirwow]

LOGHAIL WAR !! a short fic about these two's fight in my au under the cut to complement this art

A soft snowfall paints piles of rubbish in a coat of frost. The crackling of Hailey and Logan’s footsteps in the snow is occasionally broken up by the crinkling of metal. Logan carefully tipped toed behind Hailey’s march- this scrapyard had to have been abandoned for years at this point. It was uneasy. Logan clutched the baseball he was tossing between his hands. Hailey had an iron grip on her bat since they arrived. Logan’s nerves were only worsened from the sight.

“..H-Hailey I think we should turn back.. I don’t know what you want here but I’m sure w-we could figure something else-“

Hailey cut Logan’s worry short with a glare. “No. We’re almost there anyways. Stop being such a baby for once will you?” 

Her words stung more than the cold wind. Logan’s clutch on his baseball shifted from nervous fidgeting to a stone cold grip. They continued on until coming to an opening, marked by a looming broken down crane. Logan stopped in the center as Hailey drifted toward a junk pile. He tried to speak in some vain but his tongue caught itself, unwilling to comfort further. Rather Logan just watched in morbid curiosity at what Hailey was planning.

Shatter. 

It was so fast Logan barely processed what Hailey was doing. She raised her bat again- and right back into the door of a totaled car. No voice nor grunt could be discerned from her pummeling. A ruthless beating with unreadable reasons. It’s not like anyone would care but.. Logan’s nerves told him this was horribly wrong. 

A snag by the arm was enough to pull Hailey from her outlash, Logan pulling back till they were having a tug of war over the bat.

“Hailey what the heck has gotten into you?!” 

Hailey attempted to throw Logan off the bat “Why do you need to know? Just let me have this moment!”

Logan’s remaining sympathy evaporated. Using his full force, Logan ripped the bat easily from her hands and threw it aside her feet. Hailey stared him down but the wimpy doormat of a boy inside Logan was gone.

“Why do I need to know? Oh I don’t know? I'M YOUR BOYFRIEND?? How the hell am I supposed to help you when you take your emotions out like- like-“ Logan grabs his baseball from his pocket, pitching it directly into a old TV screen. The shatter startled Hailey for a moment but the insult was fast to leave it’s mark.

Hailey lifted her bat from the ground. “Maybe because you’d just try to “fix” all my issues only to make them worse, like getting us in the hospital in the first place!” Hailey turned and bludgeoned at a pot.

“I wasn’t fixing anything! I was confused why you didn’t just say you had feelings too- I-I thought you just tolerated me leaving me in a ditch for so long!”

“Sorry I have trust issues. I could and would have never taken you if you couldn’t stop being a coward for 5 minutes! But I guess I clearly should have had higher standards.”

Logan still faced away from Hailey. Tense silence danced with the snow and his hands shook. 

“You should have had higher standards? I should’ve with how you’re FUCKING TREATING ME! Ooh I’m SO sorry that I dared to WORRY about you when you left on a train with barely any notice!” Logan snarled through a childish gesture- smashing small glasses near him.

“Oh get a spine. 5 days. I WAS GONE FOR 5 DAYS! Nicole told me all you talked about was “Oh.. where’s Hailey.. oh woe is me..” Get a GRIP.”

“Get a grip- says the one who couldn’t handle talking about having a problem at home to me for 2 years-“

Hailey throws her bat into the garbage pile with a violent shriek of metal returning. She and Logan both turn to face each other, boiling enough to melt the snow that was picking up.

“You pampered piece of shit. Get out of my face.”

Hailey pointed Logan to the direction of the exit after getting in his face. 

“No.” 

Hailey backed off both in awe and disbelief that Logan was doing this. She gritted her teeth and screamed red in the face.

“..hhhhhHHH- I FUCKING HATE YOU!”

“WELL MAYBE I HATE YOU TOO!” Logan screamed back.

Then nothing. 

They saw each other for who they were again, faces both hurt and broken. They quietly collapsed to the ground and sat back to back sobbing. The wind played a twisted melody through old pipes and cracked glass. It remained so for what felt like eternity.

Logan regained his composure first. “H-Hailey.. I-I didn’t mean all that, I-“

“L-Logan please. Please don’t apologize. I-I should be the one apologizing. I’m sorry.”

Logan shifted to sit in front of Hailey and cupped her tears with his hand. “Hailey I- I said that about your home- I don’t deserve anything after that- I never should have said a thing, I’m so sorry..”

Hailey held Logan back. “Logan, did you forget what I said? I deserve it..”

“W-what?? Don’t say that! What you said about me was true!”

“But you were being honest too!- I.. haha.. I don’t have the energy to argue this.. just- come here.”

Hailey pulled Logan in for a tight hug, laughing and crying over the situation. Logan was still lost in confusion but returned the favor as his tears returned. Their hearts raced together and slowed as they swayed back and forth holding each other. Their eyes closed, they simply let things be for a moment of respite.

Hailey eventually lightly pushed on Logan’s shoulders and he took the que to back off. She whipped her remaining tears and laughed a bit to herself. 

“..Thank you, Logan. I’m not sure what would’ve happened to me if you didn’t do something. Probably would have only gotten worse.”

Logan softly smiled while scratching his weary eyes. “Of course.. haha.. I don’t think I’ve ever done something like that in my life before.”

“Well keep it up for me will you?” Hailey cupped his face with both her hands.

“I promise I’ll try my best.”

“That’s perfect.”

Hailey kissed Logan on the nose. His face was redder then when he had screamed but he giggled and dove in for a cheek kiss before Hailey could get away. Both giggled flushed on the ground before Hailey got up and helped Logan up as well.

Grabbing their things, they left with a spark- burnt in the heart but reignited in the ashes.

[cyb-by-lang]

okay so i've been thinking about A Ninja's Guide to Gotham and i think i know what Ra's al Ghul's plan is, at least what he (and Zetsu) want to do

the plan to set Kei loose on Konoha didn't go well for Zetsu and Madara, she had her team to help (and the power of foresight) but the gist of the idea could still work, if Zetsu sets up the stage right

Kei has a pretty good grasp on her emotions, but Hayate (specifically, Hayate in danger/hurt Hayate) being her trigger is known to Zetsu. so it makes sense to isolate the two from the rest of their village. drop them into a batshit (ha) crazy city, keep them separated, really pile the stress on Kei and wear her down.

all the while, they've got a Zetsu army cooking for maximum trauma later.

Ra's al Ghul wants to destroy Gotham, and this Zetsu has essentially handed him the trigger for a massive walking bomb, but can only be activated under very specific circumstances. and Kei, as stressed as she is and even with almost losing it a couple of times, has done an excellent job reigning her fury in (thanks Isobu)

AND there's the fear toxin. i imagine they've been adjusting it this whole time to actually work on a Jinchuriki.

i don't think they really want Kei to join them, necessarily (though it might save them a few steps) i think all the attacks serve mostly to increase Kei's stress until she starts breaking.

and then Zetsu was trying to take Hayate. because what would be the one thing to almost certainly break Kei?

idk if this is how it will play out exactly, but i'm guessing this is the gist of Ra's and Zetsu's plan:

Zetsu army attack, with giant Zetsu monster included to spread out the Bats and allies. try and separate Kei from team. keep her focused on the attacks without provoking her yet, but wear her down.

take Hayate, or at least manipulate the field to put him within sight of Kei. kill him where she can clearly see.

use that moment of shock to shoot as many fear toxin darts at her as possible. if she's distracted enough, she might get a few doses. and it doesn't matter much how quickly Isobu burns through the poison, because all they need is that initial ignition of super enhanced terror and trauma for her to explode into a raging Jinchuriki. throw the Zetsu monster back at her, and they take out half of Gotham ripping each other to pieces.

(the Bats and Kei's team hear her agonized beastial screech, even the ones on the other side of the city, and know this is Worst Case Scenario)

this is an excellent narrative strategy for maximum pain and plot drama for Kei and friends, and i can see it coming so close to fruition (if i'm even in the ballpark here, this is all an educated guess)

unfortunately for Ra's and Zetsu, Batman exists. he knows how Ra's operates. once the fear toxin came into play, and Batman listened to Kei talk about her past, i'm pretty sure he could connect those dots.

"Superpowered ninja host of a demon able to level a city, if pressed, and her main trauma trigger is her brother being threatened or harmed in any way. Right. Best keep the brother out of harm's way. If only they could all stay put."

also unfortunate for Ra's and Zetsu, Jason exists. i doubt they were expecting Hayate to adopt Gotham's newest menace, nor for Jason to take to it like a mother goose. Kei might be correct in thinking Hayate is safer with Jason than with her, bc as volatile and explosive as he can be, he's not quite "city-leveling" tier.

as DC stories tend to go, the villains plot usually gets to play out at least most of the way. so maybe Hayate does get hurt at some point, maybe Kei does lose it, but this could be where Jason finally works with the Bats + Team Minato to save the day (and his new little brother....)

anyway, idk how much of this is right, but the pieces have been fitting themselves together in the back of my brain for a while. and if i'm on the money on any of this and you'd rather not post bc spoilers, no worries!! i just wanted to share how much i've been thinking about it, it's on a short list of things i play in my mental movie theater ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ

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I love it when readers send me their analysis. It really helps me figure out what's working when I write and what is sticking with people.

And I hope you feel like a detective for having figured out most of today's evil plan (credit to Ra's al Ghul) before a fair number of the characters in Gotham have. I'm glad you picked up on it!

[oodlyenough]

so i’ve been rewatching doctor who from the (2005) start as a little project for the 60th anniversary - it’s the first time i’ve rewatched most of eleven’s run, and i haven’t watched any of his eps since like….2013? anyway i just finished the angels take manhattan and forgot just how dumb it is as a concept, but did remember you had a lot of hilariously incredulous posts about it when it first came out. why can’t the ponds get on a bus to new jersey and have the doctor pick them up there??? it does feel like such a wasted opportunity to have all these eps about how they’re “growing up” and living their own lives and how that’s sort of nice, only for that all to get torpedoed in their final episode

in general the whole eleven rewatch has been a fun revisit to things that absolutely infuriated me back in the day, to the point i have almost a fondness for them now lol

It's so stupid lmaooo. I haven't seen any of those episodes in years, maybe since they aired?, and while I find looking back I retain a fondness for Amy Pond (more than any other Moffat character at least), thanks largely to Karen Gillan being just so dang lovable, I can't think about her story for too long or my brain implodes.

Angels Take Manhattan is such a goofy stupid end for a character who helped define the era. They really have to just pull together so many contrivances to try and justify Amy and Rory being stuck in the past forever even though their bestie and also their stupid stolen baby are literal time travellers. And, as you said, most of s7a sets up Amy and Rory with a life on earth that they're increasingly attached to only to rip it away from them, too, for uh, reasons. I also remember loving the part where Amy wears glasses for a single episode so that Eleven can have something to wear sadly after she's gone. Those iconic glasses we all remember Amy wearing for (checks notes) 30 minutes of runtime. Why not at least introduce them at the start of s7a. Can't plan too far ahead, I guess.

For a long time I think a lot of the New Who companions suffered from the issue of needing a big dramatic exit, when some, like Amy or Clara, would've done better with a Martha-style exit of their own free will. Of course, more recently, this has been replaced by stuff like Yaz getting evicted from the TARDIS against her will because ? no reason really Thirteen just is tired of her ?, so I guess be careful what you wish for.

...Why did you get me started on this. How dare you. Lmao

[timeoverload]

I am feeling scared today. I have a lot on my mind.

I don't want to complain about it but my symptoms have gotten a lot worse. I can't walk normally anymore unless I rest for a while. I feel ridiculous and I hate it when people stare at me because I'm hobbling around. I used to run laps around them. It takes so long to get from one place to another. I was so anxious about getting out of bed this morning. The past month I have been experiencing odd vibrations in my outer thigh and it's happening more every day. At first I kept thinking that my phone was going off in my pocket. Every time I looked down to check, it was always in my pocket on the opposite side and I didn't have any notifications. The sensation is becoming stronger. It happens when I'm sitting now too. It's almost like someone strapped a cellphone to my femur and I keep getting phone calls. I don't know how else to describe it. My leg always feels like it's buzzing now. My foot is messed up from dragging it around for so long. I hate stairs.

I want another steroid injection but it's $1000 even with insurance. I don't even know what the new insurance plan I have will cover and I haven't been able to look into it yet. Someone told me the insurance company wouldn't cover any of the costs for the radiation for their cancer treatments and I think that's messed up. I think the new company we switched to sucks but my work will always go for the cheapest option so that's not a huge surprise. I guess I don't have high hopes that they will help me much either. I could try to find other insurance but I think that would be more expensive. I don't have the money to have that injection done anyway. I know it won't actually fix my problem but it does make it a lot easier to deal with.

My spinal canal is becoming more narrow due to my lumbar stenosis but I think I was just born this way and that it is partially congenital. Sometimes I wonder how different I would be if I hadn't been ripped from the womb too soon. The only thing that could make it better would be a laminectomy or lumbar spinal fusion. Those are major operations and I don't want to do that but I know I'm going to have to sometime in the future. I need to be in better shape. I have had to face the reality that I may become paralyzed and that terrifies me. It's already starting to happen.

I have so many things I want to do but I'm afraid I will never get a chance to do them. I don't feel like I'm thriving at the moment. I have less than 10 years to have a baby and I am afraid it's not going to happen. My biological clock is ticking and it has been bothering me so much lately. I'm not healthy enough. I have to get better soon. I couldn't care for a baby right now when I can barely take care of myself.

I don't know how I am going to get through the rest of the week. I'm so tired already. I think I need to go to bed early. I need to rest for a while so I don't know how much I will be on here the next couple days. I am just so far beyond burned out and taking time off didn't help much. I didn't accomplish enough. I don't know what to do about anything right now. I am very overwhelmed. I still haven't gotten my glasses either and I might not be able to go pick them up even if they do show up this week due to the weather. I should have known this was going to happen but there's not much I can do about it now. I will just have to deal with it I suppose.

I have been trying not to be so pessimistic but I'm having a hard time with that. I will keep trying to be happy. Hopefully things will get better soon...

Thank you for trying to help cheer me up today. I hope you all enjoyed your snow day and that tomorrow is a good day too. 💖💖💖

[kidge-planet]

KIDGE SUMMER EVENT

Day 3 : road trip

Characters: Pidge/Katie holt, Keith Kogane, Hunk Garret, Lance Mcclain, Takashi/Shiro Shirogane, Coran Hieronymus Wimbleton Smythe

Pairing: pidge and keith : kidge

post season 8/ canon AU

tw: language

A/N: I wrote that one a long time ago and my english was pretty bad back then so im very sorry if some sentences seem weird ... Also, I know that how I wrote it looks like the fanfiction I wrote for the second day of the event but it's not on purpose lol. anyways, enjoy :)

(other a/n at the end)

-HAAAA , GLAD SUMMER FINALY ARRIVED !! PLUS , We finaly get to spend time together !

Lance said taking his suitcase in the van that the paladin's had borrowed for a road tripe .

-sure lance.... shiro is there air conditioning in the van ??... it's so hot in here ...

-yes hunk ... guys !! does every one packed their stufs in the van ??

Everyone noded .

-well , for us to not have any problems in the road , I made a plan of who is sitting next to who :

first , I'll be driving t'ill it's 6pm , so until 6pm , hunk will be next to me in the front place because he is capable of vomiting while im driving .. ever since only the front windows can be fully oppened , Hunk will have to stay on the front...

behind , keith , you'll be on the right sit and Lance in the left .

-HA NO SHIRO !! why did you had to put mullet next to me ?!

Lance frowned .

-don't worry , pidge will be in the middle . Ever since she is the smallest and also because if you two start fighting , she'll kill you both .. can I count on you Pidge ?

-I guess....

-good . Then , coran , you'll have the back place just for you . You'll be driving all night so , we need you to rest .

-Why does Coran get the best place ?! that's unfaire !

-Im the oldest ! if I sleep , all day , I need to be confortable .

-Alright , everyone , in the van , let's not get late .

everyone sighed and headed to the van .

They sat and the van engin started making noise .

-Keith , if you start annoying me , I'll use my special attack.

-You're the one annoying me... just don't talk to me ok ?

-first :keith . You don't want to see his special attack ever since it's a fart . One time , he killed a bug with his fart .. secondly , if you two fight , I'll rip your ass off . Understood ?

Pidge interupted not get her eyes off her nintendo .

The two guys sighed .

-What are you playing by the way ?

Lance asked pidge sidly looking at pidge . ( He was mad that he couldn't keep going on the argument .)

-Well . I am playing pokemon .

-Why did I even ask .. Can I try ?

Pidge thought a moment . If she let lance play with her nintendo , she is sure to not here them fight all day .

-Sure.

She handed her nintendo to Lance .

Pidge sighed and took her heaphones on to listen to some music . She closed her eyes to think .

"great . I can't even rest my head anywhere . I hate being in the middle seat."

She frowned while thinking which keith noticed.

-Something wrong ?

He asked her.

-Pff . Just hate the middle seat . It feels so unconfortable .

keith looked at her a moment.

- Well.. You can rest yourself on me . I don't mind .

- Are you sure ?

-Yeah.

-Thanks.

Pidge immediatly rested her head against keith's shoulder and closed her eyes . This time , not to think , but to enjoy the moment . She never realy huged Keith so this simple contact made her happy .

After a moment , she was on her mind when she felt something different . keith's arm was now behind her , pulling her closer .

She could feel her face getting warm and red .

HO MY GOSHH !? WHY DO I BLUSH ?! Calm down Katie ! it's only Keith ! my dearest and hotest frie-

Shit.

Ok think through .

he is my friend , it is friendly . keith would never like a girl like me .. calm down now. just enjoy.

She pretend to sleep and then burried her head under his arm .

What she didn't knew was that keith was also blushing hard and biting his tong .

He didn't knew why tho .. was it because of her ?..

The night was slowly falling . Lance was still playing with pidge's nintendo , Hunk was talking with shiro and coran was sleeping in the back seats. As for Pidge and Keith , they haden't mooved . Exept that now , Pidge was more tucked onto keith's arms. keith, him , was looking out of the window . all he was thinking about was her and how cute she was looking .

When the sun was compleatly down , they stoped in a parking for coran to drive the night .

In the same time , some people changed sits :

Hunk went where Coran was at first and Lance joined him saying that he didn't wanted to sleep next to the love birds . Shiro took Hunks's place .

Keith and Pidge had now more space. Pidge could go seat in Lance's seat but keith's chest felt way better . It felt so warm and safe .

She was starting to fall asleep and when she finaly was asleep , keith placed her compleatly on his chest . He laid his legs on the seats and now , Keith was half laid with pidge above him . He pated her head and smiled at her cutenes .

-Is pidge asleep ?

shiro asked .

-I guess.

Keith answered .

-ho ok , you can put her on the seat there if she bothers you . Also , for everyone , there are blankets in the back . Lance , can you grab them please ?

Shiro continued .

Lance proceed to do what shiro asked him for .

-Im good , she is not bothering , no worries .

Lance turned to keith with the blankets . He had a grin on his face .

-Woooo~ you like that when she is above you , am I right ?~ Shiro , I told you those two are litteral love birds .

-Shut the fuck up Lance .

Keith said puting a hand on Pidge's ear to not wake her up.

-You guys stop . You two are saying non aproprieted stufs right now . You are sure adultes now but being adult doesn't mean swearing and saying sexual stufs all the time . This is litteraly not the right time . Now grab a blanket and rest , we'll have a long journey before arriving to our first spot..

Both Keith and Lance stayed quiet . Lance got back in his sit and droped two blankets at keith . Keith putted it on pidge and cuddled her a moment .

She sure was the cuddliest thing he EVER hugged . And Keith did huged Arusians back then . He could say ; Pidge's hugs were worthing 1000000 Arusians hugs.

He fell asleep with his arms wraped around her .

In the next morning, the both woke up with a flash light... Two flash lights... They opened their eyes to find Shiro that was taking pictures of the both cuddling and sleeping, Pidge's face nestled under Keith's chin and Keith holding her close to him with his arms wrapped around her.

When they saw it, They both blushed a mess. Pidge was now arguing with Shiro about the pictures.

Even if the morning was a mess, they have to admit:

That was the best sleep they had in a lifetime .

(I have to clarify that even if I did Lance annoying in a few fanfics, I love him <3 )

[tee-hee-heidi]

For the oc ask game 💤 🤍 💘

Hiiiii!! Since you didn’t specify which OCs you wanted to ask about I’m gonna talk about my Mythical Lovers because they’ve been on my mind A Lot lately (I’m also planning a couple of things for them huehue stay tuned) I hope that’s okay ^^

💤 Sleeping symbol - is your OC a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? What are their sleeping habits.

Promachos: definitely a light sleeper, but after decades of training in the Spartan army he’s developed the skill of instantly falling asleep basically anywhere. Bedroll? Cold hard ground? It’s all the same to him. He’s also capable of waking up fairly quickly too, and push through the morning grogginess almost immediately, since being alert on the battlefield means the difference between life and death. Despite this, he doesn’t wake up at every minor sound every night, and has learned to subconsciously differentiate between a random, non important sound (a companion snoring, a critter shuffling in the bushes) and something worthy of his attention (his name being spoken, orders being given etc.). He’s a side sleeper too, full foetal position.

Crino: probably the heaviest sleeper, especially during winter, the cold makes her sluggish. She’s the type of person who gets groggier the more she sleeps so she tries to wake up at a reasonable time. She can’t exactly afford to spend the whole day sleeping since she lives alone with Sakis. He’s also the one who wakes her up when she can’t manage on her own. She usually sleeps on her back or snuggled up to Sakis.

Sakis: kind of in the middle? He’s not a particularly heavy sleeper but there are times when he won’t wake up even if you shake him. He also a serial cuddler, and will have trouble falling asleep if he’s not hugging someone.

Ares: doesn’t need to sleep (he’s a God after all), but he wouldn’t mind cuddling huehue. If he slept I guess he’d be like Promachos, quick to wake and ready to act.

🤍 White heart - What are three of your OC’s neutral/questionable traits?

Promachos: cannot stand spicy food. Spartan cuisine already had the reputation of being flavourless and terribly simple, and it’s not like there were any spices in the syssition so even the smallest amount of pepper will have him wheeze and cough. Other neutral traits of him… uuuh he can’t stand the feeling of hair on his head (that’s why he keeps it shaved so short), and while they taught him how to read back in Sparta, he’s never been exceptional at it, he’s barely literate.

Crino: she can hunt and is fairly skilled with the bow. Her most favourite hobby is the loom, she likes to make cloth to sell and barter. She’s a bit hairier than a “traditional” nymph, but that’s okay, her boys love her anyway. And lastly, despite being a nymph, her knowledge about plants is fairly limited. Her mothers never really taught her anything since they kinda expected her to just “tag along” them and learn through observation, but she was always too preoccupied with playing and doing kid’s stuff, so she never really learned. Sakis has helped her a lot with this. Last but not least, she can’t read. Her mothers tried to teach her but it was exceptionally difficult for her (she has undiagnosed dyslexia) so after a certain point she just gave up completely. Whoops these might be more than three I hope you don’t mind.

Sakis: the only one who can actually read and write. He’s a great poet and play writer, but only Crino knows about this. After a lifetime of being ridiculed by his (much bigger and stronger) brothers, he’s a bit insecure about his masculinity and usually comes off as a rude and aloof to people who don’t know him. His horn was chipped during a prank his brothers pulled on him, when they left him in the woods and he got lost and almost hunted to death by humans, which in turn made him very distrustful of them. It’ll be some time before he can fully accept Promachos in his life.

Ares: uuuuh this is gonna be difficult because he’s not as developed as the others (RIP). Despite being the God of War, he’s a rather sweet guy? He’s a mama’s boy and Hera loves him. All the other gods treat him with respect but also consider him a bit of a meathead (especially Athena, who’s always a step ahead of him, with her superior strategies) so he’s usually left in the background while they make the Big Decisions. This hurts him quite a lot, but he’s never told anyone yet. ALSO Im aware this is gonna get me crucified but he hasn’t had any children yet (Deimos, Phobos etc. do not exist here) so he’s Just A Guy at the moment.

💘 Heart with arrow - What and/or who do your OCs consider the most important to them?

Promachos: uuuh a lot of things. At the start of the story I’d say the most important thing to him is his polis. He’s lived his whole life for the sole purpose of defending Sparta and bring it to glory, despite not finding any joy in this. The only people he would actually miss from Sparta are his friend Miltiades and Philarchos, a young boy he was mentoring before leaving for war and never coming back. As the story progresses I guess his priorities will change.

Crino: I’d say the most important person for her is Sakis. He’s her best friend, her confidant, and someone who finally doesn’t try to push her to change in any way she doesn’t want. Promachos will also become part of this circle (and Ares too) but only later in the story. As for physical things… I guess her loom and bow are pretty important for her, but the things she loves the most is a little garden Sakis made for her with herbs and plants she can easily recognise. She loves that garden and keeps it to the best of her abilities.

Sakis: Crino. Definitely her. She’s the most important person in his life, and basically the only person he feels truly comfortable around. She knows everything about him (even the most embarrassing secrets) and supports him in every way. He loves her very much uwu Promachos will also become very important to him, but at the moment Sakis sees him more as a person to look up to. He sees him as the ideal man (tall, muscular, imposing, masculine etc.) but doesn’t know about Promachos’s past and the horrible things that shaped him into what he is today. He’ll learn eventually. As for important things that aren’t people… his leopard pelt is pretty up there. I’m still figuring out Sakis’s backstory a little bit, but I liked the idea that the pelt was a gift from Dionysus himself, when Sakis was chosen by the god to be part of his spring procession.

Ares: GOD this is difficult agh. I’d say the most important thing for him at the moment is Promachos for uuuh story related reasons. He’s been watching over Promachos for a long time and really really likes him. I’ll explain better in a later post detailing the storyline, because this thing is already long enough lol, just fyi Ares has been crushing on Promachos for a pretty long time at this point.

Aaaah thanks for the ask!!! I really like doing these kind of things, it keeps my brain working. My askbox is always open anyway, so if anyone wants to give me an excuse to rant about my OCs and WIP I’ll be more than happy to answer

[villain-in-love]

Sorry this ask took a while to send, I've been busy deep cleaning the last few days! But in your other post you mentioned Monster High and Ever After High OCs/Self Inserts. I don't want to pressure you if you don'y want to ofc, but if you're comfortable with sharing them.. I'd love to know more about them!!

I don't know much about Ever After High myself. I watched a few webisodes on Youtube some time ago and then dropped it. But I've been thinking about picking it back up again because I love the fairytale setting. Plus the dolls look very cool design-wise! I think out of the character I've seen so far, Madeline might be my favourite :3

Also, do you perhaps collect any other doll lines? I also enjoy Living Dead Dolls, Bleeding Edge, Little Apple Dolls, ect. If you enjoy the gothic/alternative style of Monster High, I'd definetly recommend them!! Some of them are bit more gorey - but theres plenty of interesting characters.

Ever After High is a great doll line as well as a show with immaculate aesthetic and interesting concept. Personally, I still prefer Monster High over it, but I've seen people favour Ever After High because it has a serious main conflict that can be analysed on a deeper level. A lot of people tend to simplify the message to "rebels good, royals bad", but in reality, while rebels do end up being in the right, position of royals does make sense, their concerns are understandable and hold a certain weight, at the very least because the entire situation the characters are in is rather complicated.

Honestly, if we look behind the bright and pastel coloured fairy tale aesthetic, the way fairy tale society functions is borderline dystopian…

Anyways, I think I have more OCs here because with the whole premise of following or rejecting one's destiny as well as having characters represent different fairy tales, naturally, lot of ideas appear. And so my OCs are often just me playing with the possibilities of what kind relationship with their fairy tale roles different characters might have.

While she’s not my personal favourite, I respect everyone who likes Madeline, she’s pretty cool (I especially like her Legacy Day doll which is visibly inspired by Victorian fashion) Unfortunately, she often get reduced to a comic relief, but I believe she had much more to her character in books by Shannon Hale, which I didn't have a chance to read yet, but I’m planning on doing so.

By the way, I checked out the doll brands you listed, and turns out I already knew some of them. However, while I don’t mind gore, those are not exactly the type of dolls I’m interested in (mostly I just dislike child-like proportions). (Living Dead Dolls look pretty neat though) I guess I liked Monster High as fashion dolls specifically, and very elegant, elaborate and well-thought-out ones at that.

Aside from Monster High and Ever After High, I used to like Bratzillas. I know that some might say that they are just a Monster High rip-off, but even if they were heavily inspired by it, they were still good (well, I was simply excited to see another gothic fashion doll line). I’m still upset that the franchise was so short-lived and I wish I bought more of their dolls. At some point Once Upon a Zombie piqued my interest, but I got quickly disappointed in doll and animation quality.

Also I wanted to comment on your OCs, because I actually like your character ideas. I adore the pun that is Manita’s name, especially since it’s both a good joke and sounds similar to "manticore". I overall have a soft spot for characters that are man-eaters both figuratively and literally. Octavia is extremely cute, I think she’s my favourite here, and I would totally root for her and Twyla’s relationship if they were in a show together. Levi looks like an entertaining type of character, I wish I could see him (them?) in action.

I kinda want to bother you a bit more and ask about what kind of fashion styles your characters prefer wearing and what would be written in their “freaky flaw” part of the bio, but that’s up to you if you want to continue the conversation about OCs.

Anyways, going to my OCs. I must warn you, there's a whole lot of information. I feel kinda bad for not drawing them myself and using character makers to represent them instead, but depression is a bitch and so this is the best I can do currently.

So here are the character design concepts plus some notes I have about them:

Starting with my only Monster High OC who is also a self-insert. I still don't have a name for her, since I want it to be a pun like most of Monster High names are but I have no good ideas yet.

Heavily inspired by the song Necromancin Dancin by Bear Ghost.

She's a necromancer who was born in the middle of the 19th century and died young. However, in my lore necromancers themselves are undead as well and only “awaken” after their own death. And so the first dead body they learn to control is their own.

She actually started out as a villainous character who exploited other undead students using her powers, either to harm or to manipulate.

She has issues, okay? On the inside she’s just a cynical and hostile sociophobe with a “better be a bully than the one bullied” mindset, convinced that there’s no point in trying to make friends since everyone would hate her anyway.

Ends up going through a character development and redemption arc thanks to the power of friendship and acceptance because it’s Monster High we’re talking about.

She seems very cool and confident when she’s being mean, but she’s so painfully awkward when put in a friendly environment. She doesn’t know how to be nice, she’s afraid of making a wrong move and ruining everything again.

Has a good sense of humour, but it’s dark and sometimes downright rude or offensive, which often puts her in uncomfortable situations.

She’s adopted since her parents were regular humans and she long since outlived them. After their death another necromancer – who was her mentor – took her in.

Now this is Ekaterina Bayun, the daughter of the one and only Bayun Cat. She was sent to Ever After High to better get ready for taking her father's role, since she's the first ever person to replace the original Bayun Cat. Because her father is immortal, she's didn't have to do it and it was entirely her own decision, which made her somewhat famous in school, being that she’s the only fairy tale character’s descendant who was actually given a choice.

While Ekaterina counts as a "royal" simply by the virtue of choosing to take her parent's role in their fairy tale, her view on the royal vs rebel conflict is rather neutral. And if you ask her opinion, she thinks that humans of their world would benefit more from rebel’s movement than they would if everything stayed the same as it always was.

She's actually a big monstrous cat who is capable of transforming into a human-like form. She spends half of the time in her cat form and assumes human appearance when it’s more convenient.

Ekaterina takes villain classes since, while she’s not The Villain TM, she’s classified as a beast that usually antagonises heroes. Also she literally kills and feasts on human flesh and it kind of automatically puts her into “evil” category.

Very chill, very lazy, prone to sarcasm and snide remarks. Like every cat, Ekaterina subconsciously thinks of herself as superior to everyone else and doesn’t like following any rules she disagrees with.

She’s a great storyteller and a singer with low and slightly gravelly, but very attractive voice. However, she has to be careful with it as to not accidentally put the entire school to an endless sleep.

Ekaterina has got a creative streak and is pretty intelligent, so she’s also good at making up her own stories. Her favourite school subject is creative storytelling.

She couldn't care less about human etiquette or morality. She's nosy and impudent, and has a habit of wandering into places where she shouldn't be.

Mstislava The Wise – daughter of Vasilisa the Wise from “The Sea Tsar and Vasilisa the Wise”. Headstrong and prideful, she never wanted to accept the role of her mother, which is why her family sent her to Ever After High in hopes that she will be put in her place here and stop rebelling. But boy, if that wasn't the miscalculation of the century.

Mstislava is a hardcore russian woman – she will walk into the house on fire and stop the horse running at full gallop, looking fabulous while doing so. She’s talented and intelligent, and absolutely refuses to become an obedient and loving wife of some Ivan Tsarevich who will sit on his ass while she does all the work in their story, only to be denied credit later.

Just like all women of her bloodline, Mstislava is a powerful sorceress. She's a master of transfiguration who is closely connected to the forces of nature, plus she possesses an impressive collection of enchanted items. She's also implied to be not quite human.

She doesn’t actually hate being a princess, and she would love to become a queen, but she's willing to sacrifice her royal status for the sake of her freedom of choice... or just for the sake of making a point.

She threatens her family with magic or refusing to go home if they don't accept her wanting to write her own destiny. She either gets to become the queen on her own terms, of she will run away and become a wicked forest witch.

Despite how serious and intense she appears, Mstislava does have a mischievous side and sometimes uses her magic powers to play tricks on people.

Mstislava is good at poetry, but unlike what is expected of a princess, she’s a terrible musician. (And so Ekaterina proceeded to teach her how to rap to pass the Muse-ic class…)

She's hard-working, but she's also a night owl, so you can catch her angrily banging at the door where the party is going at night, complaining that they're disturbing her while she's trying to study.

She's actually Baba Yaga's distant relative, and Mstislava considers Yaga to be her role model.

Meowriel Savatier – daughter of the Puss in Boots. She's a natural born hero and a royal who is very excited about fulfilling her destiny, especially since her destiny is to be with and help her best friend Marquise de Carabas (she's in love with her but doesn't fully realize it yet).

She’s technically considered to be Marquise’s lady-in-waiting, but it’s not as obvious since they both treat each other as friends and equals, with Marquise being especially considerate, even though Meowriel herself still goes out of her way to please her.

She doesn't have many close people, but she's an incredibly loyal friend, even to the point of selflessness.

Meowriel is bold, energetic, and resourceful. She seems to be in high spirits all the time, having a plan for any occasion and never giving up.

She's an incredibly persuasive and charming opportunist.

She takes hero classes and is the best in the Dragon Slaying class, where she uses cunning tactics to succeed instead of trying to rely on brute force.

She's an example of a royal who is actually selfish. She genuinely wants to fulfil her destiny which will give her and her beloved Marquise a happy ending, while the rest of the royals and rebels can rip each other to pieces for all she cares.

She doesn't mind rebels, but only as long as it doesn't affect her own story. However, if someone in her story tries to rebel, she's willing to force them back into their role by trickery and manipulation.

Because every character cast needs a cheerful French with a bob cut and a sinister side.

Once I actually get to drawing her myself, I hope to make the design of her boots much more elaborate, since they are her character's signature piece.

Marquise de Carabas – daughter of the miller's youngest son from the story of the "Puss in Boots". Marquise wants to be an active character in her story and she's worried about her best friend having to do all the work for her. She feels that it's unfair that she doesn't have to do anything while Meowriel alone ensures their happy ending.

She's a bit spoiled, but I wouldn't say that she's entitled. More like she's not used to hard work and discomfort, all her life she didn't even have to lift a finger or deal with serious problems herself.

She loves art in all of its forms, so she wishes to keep living an easy and lavish lifestyle so that she could dedicate her time and effort to it.

She's not particularly skilled at writing, drawing, or singing but she doesn't let it stop her. She's got a good sense of aesthetic and yet unexplored theatrical talent. Also she's a great violinist.

She considers the possibility of rebelling, while she secretly tries to find the way to prevent her story from even starting. Just like in the case of Ashlynn Ella, Marquise is destined to lose her royal status and fall into poverty for her story to begin, and in the end she’s going to have to marry to become a princess again.

She has serious issues with having to marry a "designated" person as a part of her destiny, especially since she still didn’t even have a chance to meet them. She’s the type who can only fall in love with someone she already shares a deep bond that lasted for years, and there's exactly one person like this in her life...

However, seeing how excited Meowriel is about following her destiny, Marquise wonders if she should just give in to make her friend happy. After all, in their story they will stay together for ever after anyways, so it shouldn’t be that bad..?

Maybe it's because she's so observant, but Marquise can easily spot acting or lies. Bad acting irritates her.

She doesn't fully trust anyone except Meowriel because she's the only one who is always honest with her.

By the way, I'm still only figuring out her character, since she was recently revamped in design and I started over with her personality. I'm also currently thinking about possibly changing her name.

Hua Li Ming – daughter of Hua Mulan, raised both as a capable warrior and a perfect lady. She's torn between wanting to honour her family, both like her story and fairy tale society tells her, and being absolutely terrified of having to bear such responsibility and spend 12 years at war.

She's noble and prideful, so on one hand she considers it a honour to become the next Mulan. On the other hand, she hates herself for being reasonably scared and unwilling to fulfil her destiny.

I imagine it will get revealed when Darling Charming tells her that she's lucky for getting to be a warrior instead of a damsel in distress, causing Li Ming to snap and go into a full-blown "you know nothing" tirade.

Actually has to deal with the pressure of being both a soldier and a lady. It's not like she was given an opportunity to choose one or even reject both.

She's a royal who desperately wants to rebel but still can’t let go of the thought that it's somehow beneath her.

Everyone around her constantly going on about how she would make a perfect Mulan doesn’t help.

Soft-spoken but firm, knows her own worth.

Known for being well-mannered and highly disciplined, Li Ming is a pleasure to work with and is considered to be a great company.

This showcases her level of self-control, and unfortunately it also means that she’s used to repressing her feelings, especially negative ones, which doesn’t do her any good.

Does meticulous work like weaving and sewing to calm herself and sort out her thoughts.

Li Ming studied combat and the art of war ever since her childhood. She likes it all in theory, but she'd rather not have to use it.

Instead of serving her country as a soldier, she wishes she could prevent the war before it even starts.

Character makers used:

The first one

The one that is made in Ever After High style

The third one is Anime Avatar Maker found on Google Play

[gwydionmisha]

Personal:  Gothmas Season is Back, Baby!

Sunday, we went shopping.  By we I mean Head Millennial, Techie Millennial , Techie's New Roommate, and me.  It was insanely hot and muggy, which we had no way of guessing when planning the Ex-pod-ition the night before when it was a perfectly reasonable temperature for mid-September in this micro-climate.  Yes, I know it's October.  *shakes fist at the Koch brothers and every other rich person who bought climate denial during my life time to boost their profit margins*

But it had been early September sane temperatures for a week.  We'd already ripped out the living room air-conditioning the previous weekend so we could start Gothmas Phase I.  (All I've managed is most of the ornaments on one tree.)  We were not expecting Surprise late July in Alabama.  This means not only was the trip to the Good Grocery (Excellent Prices, Solid selection, Employee run) sticky hot, exhausting, and full of human obstacles, but the apartment common area was oven hot when we got home.  It is supposed to be cool, windy, and sporadically rainy.  Fucking Climate change.

Now it is Gothmas Phase II, of which I've managed the easy stuff not involving string lights and ladders, but it's enough to start lighting of an evening outside.  head Millennial helped me get the gear out of the storage closet, then focused on hand making us lasagna to eat while watching our beloved resident Alien  and sipping nice cold floats.

I have already spent two thirds of my food budget for the month and I have my birthday party to get food for mid October.  Sigh.  I did score eight dollars of fruit from the Market Garden before they closed for the season in the morning of their very last day right after open.  I really miss the other fruit and veg stand as they generally stayed open through Halloween, but I really don't blame two people in their '70's for deciding that organizing produce from a bunch of small farms was too damned much.  

For the record, the market garden is produce from one farm, super fresh, as it's harvested right there and placed on display throughout the day, but the selection is smaller than the one that was like a farmer's Market only every day and with one check out.  Seriously, the Market garden is magical and really close to where I live now and they have a good selection given the size of their growing space.  I just wish there were two options instead of one.  It's not like there is any shortage of fresh fruit and produce in this place as we are a part off the country that supplies other areas with the same, so we are spoiled by good, reasonably cheap, fresh food.  Also, the major artery for the west coast means more southerly fruit makes it up here quickly at reasonable prices.  

I never forget we are incredibly lucky to be living were food is.  I grew up in an area where the only biking distance food stores were a tiny corner store and a WaWa (convenience store).  A real grocery store was an hour round trip not counting the actual shopping, and my Gran was living in a Germantown food desert because she wasn't willing to leave the neighborhood where she was born in 1889 and she had a bad arm, so my Mother and Grandmother took it in turn to take her grocery shopping once a week.  I still measure food availabity in things like travel time and spoons and how much a person on foot could reasonably carry for how many miles, because those were the calculation of more than half my life and they still are for my Millennials.

Still, the tiny end of season selection and the last day sign made me sad.

Anyway, we have food.  I've two meals worth of eggplant lasagna in my fridge and one in my stomach, and it's starting to look a bit Gothmasy around the Cat Asylum.

For those not used to the lingo, the Gothmas season starts September 1 and runs to Jan. 7.  Phase one is interior Gothmas decorations like trees and Halloween Town.  Phase 2 is exterior Halloween decorations, Phase 3: we leave everything up inside and pull the Halloween specific stuff from outside while leaving lights, gourds, etc..  Phase 4: yet more interior decorations and more lights everywhere.  It is a disability friendly way to do things and is cheerful for the dark of the year.  I got in the habit for my late longtime partner Skye as even though he was a happy atheist, the social bits of the winter holidays really mattered to him and he missed his family.  It is all very, very Goth to look at since he only specifically theistic things were gifts from assorted relatives and these are black and purple Halloween trees decorated with things like science fiction and Halloween ornaments and Halloween Town stays up throughout.  Phase 5: everything sorted and back in boxes, stowed away for next September.

We call it the Cat Asylum, because back just before the turn of the century, Skye and I took in two rescue cats with serious psychological and resulting behavioral problems.  It is asylum both in the original sense of a safe place, a refuge; and in the sense that it could get pretty wild for the first few years.  For the record, they both lived to their late teens despite health issues related to their abuse and abandonment.  Mache recovered and was the best Queen I ever met and a wonderful, wonderful cat by every measure after the extremely rough first 2-3 years.  hector suffered from nightmares, anxiety, panic attacks his whole life, but he got so much better and was loved his whole life after that first terrible year.  his bad spells went from every day to only once in a while, and he had a really, really good life.  It is still the cat asylum because the the current cats also have issues and this is a safe and supportive environment for them.

[bowithoutadaemon]

Had a shitty nightmare/stress dream...

Relevant context: For work we are currently booking a few workshops and stuff for a multi-day event. And the planning is stressful.

In the dream I was taking part in one of those workshops. It was some sort of communal writing workshop about imagining queer future or utopia. (Not a workshop we have planned rn for real)

And the person giving the workshop was... just super dismissive and aggressive towards me and made me feel like an idiot. Like they gave the instruction to write a short writing prompt down, one prompt per piece of paper and then hand the papers to different people. Then when I did that they first assumed I didn't come up with anything at all, kinda mocking me for being so unimaginative, because I didn't have my prompts anymore since I already handed them to others. Then they yelled at me for having multiple prompts, now saying that their instruction was totally different to what they said before. "Can't you idiot even follow simple instructions?"

Same thing happened again with the next tast. They gave instructions, even wrote them down on a flip chart. I followed them. Then they yelled at me for having done something wrong like an idiot. And when I pointed to the flip chart they just went over to it, ripped the page off, balled it up and told me they never wrote the instructions down and that I need to listen better to what they were saying and need to stop being an idiot.

Then I left to go cry in the garden and they said they were glad about that because I was disrupting the workshop anyway with all my backtalk and stupidity.

Not a single other person said anything. But each time when I was getting berated the rest would be quietly change what they had written/done to fit the new instructions.

.........

So much to unpack here.

Guess I need to still deal with the trauma left by the two years of school with the two docents who constantly gaslight us and yelled as us. (Who would have thunk that just pushing it down and never thinking about it again isn't a good way to cope with trauma? /sarcasm ) A lot of days back there in school where similar to my dream. One set of instructions written down then a 30 minute yelling session about how we are too stupid because we didn't do the simple thing she asked us to do which now was something different. One thing that was fundamentally different though was that we four students backed each other up, tried to shield each other as best we could, tried to evenly distribute the vitriol so no single person had to bear it all, always ALWAYS checked in with each other confirming the truth with each other so no one would go home thinking "what if she actually gave the instructions like that and I really didn't listen right? What if I am in the wrong here?" Because no.

And that's the next trauma to unpack I guess. Feeling like others at work aren't gonna back me up like that and instead will follow along with the abusive person. Which honestly is bullshit. I know that at least both the other people on the board would speak up and check in. Actually I think both of them would tear the workshop giver a new one for calling anyone stupid.

And the final thing to unpack is my anxiety about the event ending up shitty. It's kinda the last thing I'm doing at work. In some way it'll be the goodbye event for me and other board members. I want it to be a fun few days. And I am dreading getting emotional there, but also don't because I trust the other enough to be comfortable being emotional and vulnerable around them.

Ugh... anyway shit dream brought on my stress, anxiety and past trauma. And now I'll eat my breakfast at around 8pm because what is a timezone appropriate sleeping schedule and then I'll pirate the new Monkey Island game. It should be available in the public pirate shop any minute now.

[froghospice]

walk in the rain, lightning on my roof

[NOT CLICKBAIT]

today was so rainy there was a flash flood warning. at the peak of it i went for a walk because i haven't really left the house that much in the past couple days so i was itching to do literally anything. so i went!

you would think the worst part about walking in the rain is how heavy your clothes get, or the soggy shoes, but it's really everyone staring at you. i'm aware that walking in a storm is weird behavior, but i needed to leave my house! it just happened to be pouring at that time. halfway-ish through i stopped for ice cream. as i was walking it made me laugh how much water was in my sundae. it also made me kinda worry about the air quality lately and how that is definitely in the clouds and i'm eating it. but we move.

   my postponed plans were supposed to be today. i know why they also didn't happen, but i'm still kinda sad about it. having a small circle is nice until everyone else is doing stuff when i wanna do stuff.

           it made me feel like i was in high school and alone. kinda in my regression era. i was watching hours worth of nostalgia earlier and i wanted to turn myself inside out because i'll never have that much fun again. but it was nice to feel like i was going to.

i also threw myself a dance party earlier, and it was okay. really, it felt performative, which is weird when i was the one who wanted to move around. maybe i need to find new music because for the most part i wasn't dancing for anything other than the fact that i thought dancing would make me feel better, which defeats the point i think.

there are so many things i want to do but i can't bring myself to do them and it's so frustrating. like things that require me to use my brain. sometimes i feel like i was business hours, and anything outside of that i can't function. it's annoying. like capitalism really trickles one way i guess.     things are so quiet. they have been. i kinda hate when you can hear the world working. it means you aren't working with it, just standing still. and stillness is okay but also it feels like a waste almost? cause stillness is not rest. rest blocks those things out. stillness is feeling the world move without you. like there's a you-shaped aura of nothing and all the atoms in the room are avoiding you. the world works together, life is all about connection and moving parts. living and dying. pieces that fit and mold if they don't. adaptation. stillness is a protest against that, almost. how dare you, it says as it gets out of your way.

   also my building got struck by lightning today. and i wasn't there! that was during my walk. i had stopped at 7-11 soaking wet and 10 pounds heavier to get some coke-zero because i keep forgetting to stop at places that sell the 12-pack. i like the guys at 7-11. i think they like me too because i always have my card ready and i say thank you. and i'm not stoned and i get the same couple things every time. every once in a while i see them out in the wild and it makes the both of us jump because we never acknowledge each other because we know this relationship's intimacy only lies within the walls of 7-11. one of them got a face tattoo recently and it's interesting. i keep thinking what's up with that? like...you work at 7-11 what did you do? anyway

       after that i went back to my apartment. there's this cool old guy who has a house right across the street. and he worries me because there's always a firetruck or ambulance or any first responder there. like at least once a week it's scary lowkey. there's also always police outside of the bubble tea place literally 30 seconds away from me. which is hilarious. why is there so much crime at Tai Chi? the owner always looks stressed as hell, which, i would too so i don't judge.         but anyway        i was walking back home and this time there are firefighters and they're outside my building for a change! and i was like huh... and they wouldn't say why which i think is worse than being vague. cause grace ripped out our fire alarm so if it was our unit i'd have no fucking clue. but turns out lightning had struck our building.

   in a weird way i wish i was inside when it happened. there are a couple things i'm convinced are gonna happen to me, but i will keep them to myself minus one. my dad got struck by lightning so i feel like i will too. it feels like something that would happen to me. it happened to my building but idk if that counts. that's hilarious tho. grace isn't here and i forgot to tell her so when they sent the update email she sent me a couple frantic texts and it made me laugh.

it's already july and i feel like my life is over. this is dramatic, but true. i don't know what to do with myself these days and whatever i come up with i end up disappointed. maybe this is just being in your 20s but honestly i have felt like this for ages. whenever i look up my birth chart it tells me most of my aspects suggest that the only happy parts of my life are the beginning and the end. which so far seems like it'll reign true but that also makes me so anxious for when i have good periods of time. like i have a good week and it makes me feel like i'm gonna die by firing squad.

i wish i could explain things better but i think that adds to my charm. i kind of want to go on another rainy walk. really i want the soggy clothes feel. i can't explain how making myself look pathetic is so healing but it is. maybe because i'm doing it to myself. maybe because i need to weigh myself down. the last 5 minutes of my walk was so nice in terms of that. like my pants were so heavy yet they were kinda sticking to my legs? and my sweatshirt was heavy too but it wasn't sticking to me. idk i felt like a man. i dressed like a guy on purpose so people would leave me alone. made me happier than i thought (the masculine expression, not the being seen as a scary black man thing). the being seen as a man at first was interesting. cause like i know but i haven't seen it first person, you know? it was also funny seeing people kinda shifty but then as i got closer they say i was a girl and they relaxed a bit, but also not cause why are you so soaking and acting normal about it??? i would jump too honestly. but i was free

   also when i was in 7-11 i felt kinda bad cause i was literally dripping all over the floor. like as you can probably infer, dear reader, i was very wet. like my clothes were way past 100% saturated and yet i was still walking in the rain so yeah. i did laundry immediately after getting home cause yeah... very wet. also i like those pants and i wear them to work all the time.

i think that's it for now. signing off.