#so it’s like facinating to see it be such a big deal

[jrwiyuri]

I’m always so fascinated by fan culture.. is there like genuine research on why people act the way they do to normal human beings.

[miyuhpapayuh]

Shame on me.

“It’s a shame for you,

It’s a shame for me..

Is the blame on you?

I could say the same for me!

After the wrong, is there a right?”

That’s exactly what she was wondering as she watches her boyfriend of one year, Lucky, sing to another random girl on stage.

It wasn’t even the fact that he was singing to them, because she understood the attraction that women had towards him, and she couldn’t blame them.

But, she didn’t think there was any real reason why he should be getting down on his knees and gripping them up and being all in their faces.

She’s expressed her slight frustration, once, and he chalked it up to her being paranoid. And of course, when that wasn’t enough to make her calm down, he fucked every doubt right out of her mind.

But, that only holds over for so long.

So, here they are again. Lucky out there on bended knee making some pretty brown girl squeal with joy, while his lover fumes behind the curtains.

After the show was over and the pair were on their way home, the unwanted conversation lingered in the air.

With her arms folded across her chest, she stared out of the window at the dark blue sky, while Lucky kept a tight grip on the steering wheel, already knowing that this was about to tear up his nerves.

“Wassup, baby?” He asks, briefly looking in her direction. “Why you facin’ the window?”

“Hm. I could think of a couple reasons, but I’ll keep ‘em to myself.”

He sucks his teeth. “Let’s not do this, tonight.”

“That’s why I said I’ll keep ‘em to myself.” She snaps, looking in his direction.

“Here we go.”

“David, please. If you’re not gonna be real, then just leave it alone.”

Taking offense, he pulls into an empty lot and parks the car.

She rolls her eyes, not moving her position. “It’s dark out here and you playin’.”

“I’m not playin’. I’m bein’ real. Wassup witchu?” He nudges her arm, pissing her off.

“You know exactly wassup with me. But, it ain’t no big deal to you, so whatever.”

“You sure? Cause, it’s whatever doesn’t sound like a very solid stance.”

She rolls her eyes. "Leave me alone."

He stares at her. “You gon tell me what's got you so angry or is it still whatever?"

“Fuck you, Lucky. Seriously.” She spats, fully facing him. "You know why I'm upset. It's why I'm always upset, with no good reason, according to you."

“You know what? I don’t know what it’s gonna take for you to understand. Why we gotta argue? You don’t see me blowin’ up at you for them lil stunts you be pullin’!” He responds.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“Right. We got amnesia, now? You don’t be posting half naked all over Instagram, every week?”

“Are you serious, right now?” She asks.

“Dead serious.  You always trippin’ and goin’ on bout me and what I be doin’, like you ain’t out here lookin’ like you want some attention.”

“Well, I wonder why the fuck that is!” She huffs.

“So, that’s my fault too, huh?” He chuckles, resuming his driving to their destination.

“Fucking duh.” She grumbles, continuing to stare out of the window.

“I’m not looking for anybody’s attention, but yours. You stupid motherfucker. But, you’re too busy giving it to them heffas you call fans.”

“You act like I’m cheating on you.”

“You might as well be.” She quips.

“Just let me know when you’re ready to have a rational conversation.” He pats her knee, chuckling again as she jerks away from his touch.

Back at home, the pair’s annoyance with each other continued to fester.

“Aren’t you tired of walking back and forth, yet?” Lucky asks, growing tired of her pacing the expansive floor in front of their bed. “Come sit down, please.”

“Not if you’re not gonna listen to me. I might as well go downstairs.”

“I’m listening to you! I’ve been all ears, all night!” He grows defensive, his voice rising by the slightest.

“Lucky, fix your tone.” She warns.

Sighing to himself, he shakes his head. “Please, just come and sit down.”

Reluctantly sitting down beside him, she looks up at him. He’s already staring back at her.

“Talk.”

“I’m not cheating on you. I go out on stage and do my job. You know I love my fans. I just go out there and make ‘em happy. That’s it. I’m sorry that I made you feel disrespected and neglected, baby. That was never my intention.” He frowns, reaching out to grab her hands into his own.

“You know how I get.. it’s no excuse, but I just can’t handle someone being that close to you. Touching you and clinging onto you like I do. And, it makes it worse when you indulge, but I know that’s your job. I got it. I’m sorry, too.”

“That’s how I felt, when you was postin’ that shit on the gram.” He snorts, “had ya ass hangin’ out, muhfuckas lookin’ at my goods and shit.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” She pouts.

“I should bend you ova’ my knee,” his deep brown eyes glow in the dimly lit room. She fails to hide the smirk growing on her lips.

As the tension leaves the room, it’s quickly replaced by lust so thick, it clouds their minds.

“Come’ere.” She beckons him with a single finger, resulting in him tackling her into the sheets, pulling and yanking at her clothes, until she’s as naked as the day she was born.

She tugs on the bottom of his shirt, before his hands place hers on the bed. “Stay just like this.”

Kissing her rebuttal away, his lips touch every part of her skin as he sinks into her lap, guiding her long legs over his shoulders.

Her hands quickly thread into his coils, tugging as his tongue glides over her clit, down to her opening and back up.

Over and over.

“Oh fuuuuuuck!” She moans.

“Mmmmh,” he moans against her, driving her wild. His hands rubbing up and down her sides.

“Shit!,” she breathes. “Just like that!”

Adding his index and middle finger to the equation, she explodes in no time.

But, he didn’t cease, until he brought her to another climax so intense, she damn near pushed him away.

He chuckles, rising up from the bed to strip.

“I ain’t even gave you this dick yet, baby. Don’t tap out on me, yet.”

Sinking back into between her legs, his eyes lock on hers as they move in sync.

“I love you,” he mumbles over her parted lips, her breathing slowly picking up.

“I love you, too.”

Hips grinding against hers, poking at that spot that seizes her up.

“Yes, babyy… that’s the spot.” She whines, sinking her nails into his hips as he picks up speed with every thrust, til he’s damn near pounding into her.

“My god!” She whimpers, lifting her head up to look between them at the mess they’re making, not getting far as Lucky pushes her head back towards the pillows.

“So fuckin’ good… mmm!” He growls, hand cupping her face.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna—- oooh shit, baby!” Her legs open and close around his thighs, fighting off her release.

“Cum on this dick, baby,” was enough to drive her over the edge, her nails digging into his back.

Tossing her onto her stomach, he wastes no time sliding back into her. She bites down on her bottom lip.

“Don’t get all quiet now… talk yo shit, babe.” He taunts, easily locating one of her many spots.

“Unh… fuck you,” she moans, rolling her hips against him.

He deeply chuckles, smacking her ass. “Fuck me, huh.”

“Mmmhm.. I hate you.” She teases, smirking once he grabs the front of her neck and begins to drive into her, roughly.

Her mouth falls open, nothing but gasps escaping as his strokes actively take her breath away.

“You hate me… but, you love when I get up in this pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“You love when daddy make you cum, don’t you?”

“Yesss, yes! Deeper… deeper, baby!” She yells, drunk on his stroke.

Doing just that, he touches her soul with just a few thrusts, her eyes almost rolling out of her head.

“Fuck,” she gasps, gripping the sheets in her hands. “Right there, babyyyy… right there!”

“I’m where you need me, baby?”

“Yeah! I’m gonna cum— I’m gonna cum!” Her arch begins to falter as her orgasm shatters through her, pulling him down as well.

“Ah shitttt,” his grip on her neck tightens, before slowly loosening as he fills her with his warmth.

“Mmh,” he sighs, pressing kisses up her spine as she comes down from her high. “You still mad at me?”

They share a laugh.

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(Legion) Charr relationships always facinated me in some way, I think despite taking inspiration from real world cultures Charr really crank the Militaristic culture to the max. I think you can play with the cultural inspiration for the charr while also taking in their animalistic nsture to form a sort of mix of the two. It makes sense that legion charr don't have a hand in raising their own children, it makes sense these children then go to form the strongest bonds with their bandmates in hopes of that giving them the motivation of a deep connection to fight better and fight harder.

But the Individual relationships strike me as the most interesting. We know that its uncommon (though not given a specific statistic) that Charr have a life-long partner, and most relationships are casual or with the goal to have children, cement a legacy, and move on. We Also know that Charr value Loyalty above all else, its deeply ingrained into every part of them to be loyal to their legion, their warband, how does this loyalty transfer to personal relationships? For the few charr that decide to form long-term partnerships I say...A Lot.

Since the concept of marriage doesn't really have a stake within the legions, I think that the charr forming long term relationships take these relationships extremely seriously! (Usually, there will always be exceptions.) Loyalty to the person you chose is a hell of a thing, and I can see the reason for these relationships being discouraged is because having a very specific relationship like that can be detrimental if the couple cant shake the loyalty to each other over the loyalty to the Whole. Of course the same could be said for both platonic and Familial relationships, but for the sake of talking about romantic ones, it does come with different connotations.

humans (Generalized/ this is for my essay lets just all go along with it) tend to follow the steady road of Meeting/Friendship-> Dating -> Engaged -> Married

Charr, then, would only have Meeting/friendship -> Mate

I may be silly for thinking this but in the legions I cannot really see there being the same in between stages we have bc there is simply No time for it, but I also wouldn't Necessarily say that charr partnerships jump straight to the equivalent of Marriage, I do think it Does encompass a much deeper bond that over time just evolved to that equivalent.

So Deciding to form that sort of long-term partnership /is/ quite a big deal to the Charr that do.

And, to slightly pivot from this, I do think its fun and probably fitting that Charr are a sex-positive culture espeically if most of their relationships Are Casual. I remember that one dialogue between two charr insinuating theres a sort of unqiue code Charr have to signal preferences which is so fun these guys are freaky thats great.

BUT ANYWAY. Ive just been thinking about this a lot for erm. Obvious reasons. I do think a legion's charr opinions on long-term vs casual relationships would actually be quite a deep insight into their character considering the type of culture they come from or even if they have broken free of that mindset if theyve been seperated from the legions for a while! Anyway!

[actuallyastingray]

Rookie of the Year - Insomnia

"Just for tha' record, you're damn lucky Coach is a heavy sleepah"

Insomnia was an absolute curse. Dancing Rasta had long ago come to live with sleepless nights on the couch, usually accompanied by tea, chocolate, and late-night sports highlights. Predictably, said sleepless nights usually coincided with high stakes matches against the Super Leagues finest, y'know when being well rested was most important. How he had managed all these years surviving on four hours of sleep was still a mystery to Supa Strikas captain. Tonight however, it seems that he wasn't the only one languishing awake in the wee hours of the morning. At least he had chosen to do something calming with his night, like enjoying a cup of tea and reading about Riano's new skincare regimen.

The team's newest striker and rising star, however, was making no attempts to settle down for the night. The fact that they were both now at least a mile from the rental house in a rather rundown local football field made that clear enough. Shakes at least had made a passing effort to sneak out the front door, and probably would have gone unnoticed had no one else been awake. Whether or not he was aware that he had been stalked a full mile to the local park was no longer relevant. In fact, Rasta had been watching on the sidelines for a good ten minutes, watching goal after goal after goal, before finally speaking up. At least, he had been watching the shots. With no stadium lights or, at the very least streetlights, it was hard to tell if Shakes was actually scoring anything.

Another five or so shots later and Rasta was tempted to just walk up and snatch the bag of footballs away just to evoke a reaction. Fortunately, Shakes spared him the effort by finally voicing a reply.

"Don't really see the problem captain. Suns gonna be up in a couple hours anyway. Just a little early morning warmup before the big game, am I right, heh heh?"

A full decade of dealing with Supa Strikas on a day-to-day basis had taught Dancing Rasta some valuable life skills, such as when someone was trying and failing to use humor to disguise their emotions. Shakes, both fortunately and unfortunately, was by far the easiest to read, which was saying something given how short his time with the team had been thus far.

"Ya do realize that its winter right now Shakes? As in shorter daylight hours? Suns not comin' up for anotha' six hours at best. But that ain't the point right now. Something's troubling ya right now, isn't there?

"Troubled?" Shakes echoed with another wayward shot, "What implies that I'm troubled by anything right now? Can't a guy just head out for a little late night practice session?"

"Well let's start with da fact that it's pitch black out. Last I checked, ya need to at least see where ya shooting at ta score. Then we can get ta the fact that ya chose to sneak out without sayin' anythin' or leaving any notes." Rasta, seeing yet another ball go shooting off to the net, chose to step between the rookie and the remaining pile of balls. Befitting the darkness, and likely sleeplessness, Shakes was halfway back to the pile before he noticed his captain had changed positions. His tracksuit managed to hide most of his face, but the telltale slump in his shoulders and bowed head implied Shakes was running on adrenaline fumes. "I don't have ta be Coach to tell ya dis ain't healthy Shakes-mon. Ya need your sleep for da big game tomorrow, especially when we facin' Iron Tank of all teams. Ya know Uber will take any advantage he can against ya."

Even in the darkness, Rasta saw quite clearly when Shakes' shoulders tensed at Iron Tank's captain's name. 'Well, that's step one completed', he mused 'Now let's see where this goes from here.'

"Sleep huh? So why are you up then captain? Coach is way more likely to punish you if you aren't rested."

'Ah, deflection then. Alright Shakes, I can play that game if you want.'

"Coach ain't gonna punish me for having trouble sleeping, just the same he ain't gonna punish ya for having more nightmares about Uber."

Shakes went stiff as a board and Rasta couldn't help but mentally pat himself on the back for the successful detective work. But now was not the time for celebrating just yet. He took the opportunity to close the gap between them and slid an arm around the rookie's shoulder. Shakes tensed further before realizing Rasta had once again moved without him realizing.

"How bout we take this back to the rental. Ain't no reason to stay out here anymore."

Rasta was expecting some amount of protest, but Shakes made no attempt to resist being walked back down the street. The rookies hood hid his face, but Rasta was more than certain it wasn't due to Shakes starting at his feet. It was a little more than halfway home before either of them attempted talking again.

"So...Uber. I know he's got it out for ya Shakes-mon, but y'know you don't need to be afraid of him. I mean, after what we pulled on the Iron Tanker, you should know that we..."

"...Captain..?"

"...Ya"

"I...It's...It's not Uber."

"What do ya mean, Shakes?"

Shakes voice dropped as he tried once again to hide inside his hoodie.

"M'not having nightmare's about Uber. And it's not Iron Tank either"

"....Well don't be tellin' me dat nothings wrong, cause I know dat somethin' be very, very wrong right now"

What came out next wasn't entirely audible. Even with ears trained to hear Coach barking out plays from a football field away, Dancing Rasta still had to strain himself. Out of whatever Shakes was trying to convey, only one word made came through clearly.

"...What about Automatic?"

The tensed shoulders made it clear Dancing Rasta had struck a nerve again. His hesitation made it possible for Shakes to pull ahead at a brisker pace, shoulders squared and hands hidden inside his jacket pockets.

"...S'nothing captain, okay? M'just trying to be better"

"Bettah? Bettah at what? Shakes-mon, ya had an amazing season last year. Ya one of the best strikas on our team. Ya do so well at all our trainings. Ya already one of the best"

"So was Automatic"

Silence

"...What?"

"A-Automatic. He was one of the best. He was a Supa Strika way before I joined. That didn't stop you guys from throwing him out first chance you got. How am I supposed to survive here if I don't stay ahead of the curve, huh?"

More silence. Longer silence. Finally ended with a long-suffered sigh from Dancing Rasta.

"Shakes, listen ta me, ya don't know da full story about Auto or why you replaced him. Don't ya go makin' assumptions when ya don't know the full story."

Shakes stood with his head half turned, giving the impression that he was looking over his shoulder if not for the hood.

"I know you were both friends. You both join Supa Strikas at the same time. Except he got kicked off and you didn't say anything when I joined in his place."

"Dat's not even half da truth, Shakes.", Rasta rarely ever raised his voiced outside of the pitch. He hadn't meant to yell, and for a moment he was worried the neighbors would be storming out, screaming about rude awakenings. Fortunately, the neighbors seemed to be heavy sleepers. Unfortunately, his outburst put Shakes back in defense mode; shoulders hunched and back turned. He needed to right this wrong before Shakes walked away with more woes.

"'Sigh' Auto and I...I dunno if we coulda been called friends. We joined at the same time, and maybe things were good between us. Da truth is Shakes, we were never close da way you and Skarra were. Da media knew we joined at the same time and spun some crazy story about us being best of friends. We started ta hang out togetha since it meant betta media exposure. Truth is, we were never best friends even at our best. We were just...teammates who had each other's back, not much else."

A pause. Shakes had at least stopped walking away, so Rasta took the opportunity to close the gap between and continue.

"I dunno what went first, our friendship or Auto's skills. But once one went, the other wasn't far behind. I guess it shows how close we really were seeing as Auto never once spoke about it. Every time I tried ta get him to talk, he brushed it off and acted like I was the enemy. He never really tried ta make nice with da rest of the guys. Ya might have noticed no one has much to say about Auto, even after he's been gone."

With Shakes no longer walking, Rasta drew level with him and took the opportunity to spin him around, face to face.

"Shakes, Coach might have brought ya on to replace Auto, but we were never planning to kick him out. The real plan was to have Auto as our sub, but I guess his pride couldn't take da hit. We didn't kick him out, and no mattah what happens we won't do it to you either. You're already a bettah man than Auto, a bettah player, and bettah friend. Don't ever worry about being kicked off the team, cause I promise it won't ever happen."

Silence again. Had anyone been looking out their window in the dead of night it would have made for a strange sight; two figures, one much taller than the other, silhouetted in the darkness. A scene made quite touching when the short of the two moved forward and grabbed the taller around the waist in a desperate hug, which was affectionately returned.

It wasn't the first time Dancing Rasta had let a teammate cry on his shoulder. The last time had been when Aunt Hilda had ended up in the hospital after a car crash. Klaus had been inconsolable until it was announced his parental figure had no serious injuries outside of a few bruises. Helping a teammate break free of his nightmares was much more touching.

Shakes was trying, and failing, to muffle his sobs all while trying, and also failing, to blubber what sounded like a mixture of thanks and apologies. Rasta let him continue for a few minutes before Shakes finally stepped back, wiping his eyes. His hood had come off during the hug and Rasta could plainly see just how much of a wreck his newest teammate was. His eyes were baggy, showing just how badly he had been sleeping of late. It was hard to tell whether they were bloodshot from crying or lack of sleep. Perhaps it was time to remedy that with what little nighttime was left.

"C-c-captain, I..."

"I know we gotta lot to talk about, but how 'bout we get some shut eye before the game tomorrow. Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time after to talk about it."

So, with his arm safely fastened around his teammates shoulder, Dancing Rasta led the way back to the condo

Hours Later

"Soooooo, we just gonna ignore them or what?"

"Or what, I guess."

Like most human beings, none of the Supa Strikas were big morning people, even on the day of a League match, which meant it took a while before anyone noticed the elephant in the living room. Today, instead of the coffee maker, sports news recaps, or Twisting Tiger's legendary bed head, they had something else to gawk at.

Dancing Rasta and Shakes lay snuggled together on the living room's rather spacious couch, still clothed in a mixture of pajamas and workout gear. Dancing Rasta was leaned against the arm, one arm wrapped protectively around Shakes. Shakes himself was buried beneath the blankets wrapped around his shoulders, curling into his captain's side. It was a very touching sight, and not one the rest of the semi-sleep deprived Strikas were expecting to encounter so early in the morning.

Big Bo, taking in the scene, took a sip from his coffee mug, "Might as well leave them be. We still have a few hours before we gotta head out anyway."

Behind him, North Shaw slid into the room, "Ooooor" he drawled with a sneaky expression on his face, "We could be immature and draw on their faces."

Big Bo proceeded to roll his eyes halfway through another sip, "Yeah, sure, brilliant idea North. Not like they won't immediately suspect you or nothing."

"No no, let him continue. I like this idea." El Matador appeared next to him with an equally mischievous look. This was accompanied by a round of snickers from the rest of the team assembling behind them.

North took this opportunity to pull a sharpie out of his pajama pocket and start towards the sleeping duo. "See? El Mata-dude agrees with me, that's reason enough. Alright, anyone know how to write "Bogus" backwards?"

North was still turned around with the sharpie uncapped so he failed to see Dancing Rasta's eye crack open the slightest before slipping shut again. The sharpie was midway to his face when the team captain snatched North Shaw's arm, bringing the defender whirling around in fear.

"Try it, and I'll make sure Coach has ya doin' pushups until your arms fall off." His eyes snapped open in a gaze straight out of a horror film, leaning in to emphasize, "Dat. Is. A Promise."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

Abandoning the sharpie, North Shaw tripped over himself as he scrambled back towards the door. The other Strikas had long since made themselves scarce, and a muffled thumping from the floor above indicated that most had retreated back to the relative safety of their rooms.

Any other day, Dancing Rasta might have considered pursuing for payback, but the slight movement under his arm reminded him of why he was confined to the couch in the first place. Fortunately for North Shaw, his screams had not disturbed Shakes. The young striker was still fast asleep under the blankets, completely unaware of the shenanigans that had just occurred. Dancing Rasta sank back into the couch, fully awake just like he had been for most of the night. Insomnia was a curse, one which plagued him nightly and reduced him to scavenging for coffee and chocolate at unholy hours. But this time at least, it had at least done some good.

Rasta sank back, let Shakes curl closer, and closed his eyes. It would be another few hours before they had to actually get up for the match. Another few hours of pretending he was getting some shut eye, or at least another few hours of thwarting whoever decided to mess with him.

[burnsopale]

Childermass & Segundus - it sounds very well

So one day the York Society of Magicians receives a new member, and Childermass is like okay, no big deal, those guys never do anything interesting anyway.

But then, right, then the new guy and one of the old guys writes to Mr Norrell and asks if they may have the pleasure of waiting on him sometime, and Mr Norrell is like "No" but Childermass is like "Actually yes" because he's intrigued, or because the cards have told him something is about to happen, or because Mr Norrell is years overdue to go to London and revive English magic and Childermass figures this might jostle him into doing something. We don't know what exactly happened, but it seems likely that it was Childermass who made the visit possible, because the idea of Mr Norrell ever wanting visitors is impossible to accept.

So these two theoretical magicians come to Hurtfew Abbey, and Childermass is in the library waiting for the visit to end and Norrell to show up and tell him what the men wanted, but instead, when the door opens, there they are, the visitors, having been invited to see the library and what the fuck did they say to old Gilbert to make that happen?? Not that it matters, they're not gonna remember anything by the time they get home, the enchantments will see to that.

Mr Norrell introduces Childermass, and the new guy gives him a look like Childermass facinates him, but Childermass is used to that. He figures he'll just hang out until they leave.

Except the new guy, who is a dark, timid-looking little man named John Segundus, keeps looking around like he can sense the spells lighting the room, keeps looking out the window like he's not happy with the orientation of the walls, keeps blinking like the magic is making him a little dizzy. John Segundus is clearly magic sensitive. No one in the York Society is magic sensitive, Childermass knows that for a fact. This is suddenly intriguing.

So Childermass ends up keeping half an eye on Mr Segundus as he explores, until Mr Segundus notices, sensitive as he is, and their eyes meet. Childermass reads longing, need, delight and confusion on the man's face, but Childermass is without pity; by the time Mr Segundus gets home, he won't remember what he's seen. It doesn't matter; no one in the York Society ever did anything interesting anyway.

But then later, the letter from Dr Foxcastle comes, and Mr Norrell is Upset and Offended, and Childermass realises that the Revival is about to start at last. And because Mr Norrell is fearful and Childermass is pitiless, they send a lawyer with their demands.

Mr Robinson the lawyer returns to Hurtfew a little perplexed. Oh yes, they all signed, just like you said they would, every one of them ... except ... except one. Childermass is a little surprised to discover that the timid little man had a spine after all. Mr Norrell wants Mr Robinson to go back and demand the last signature, but Childermass says "Wait". And at this point, we do not know what he is thinking. Perhaps he simply thinks that they will need someone to write to London once the miracle has been done, and Mr Segundus is more likely to be amiable if he has not just been deprived of his calling. But then, Mr Honeyfoot, the other visitor, would definitely be happy to write, even though he WILL be deprived of that same calling. Perhaps, Childermass thinks that this is a strangely fateful twist, that the one member of the York Society who has an actual talent for magic is the one person who refused to give it up. Maybe he remembers a time when he himself was full of longing for magic, when he could sense it all around him but was unable to grasp it, when he too would get dizzy in Mr Norrell's library. He may not feel pity, but he can be intrigued. He convinces Mr Norrell to let Mr Segundus be.

Childermass laughs inside when John Segundus doesn't recognise him outside the cathedral, but then startles when the man almost recalls after all. He is not supposed to be able to break the enchantment. Thankfully, the moment passes, and after the magic is done, Mr Segundus turns out to be exactly as easy to manipulate as Childermass thought he would be. The polite ones are easy, especially when they are full of need and longing, and keep looking at Childermass like he has the answers they are searching for. Maybe Childermass uses a little bit of magic to persuade the man to write to London, or maybe he just smiles, and waits, and lets John Segundus come to him of his own accord.

Childermass returns to Hurtfew Abbey and says to his master "Go to London. Go now." and because Childermass knows about these things, they go.

And nine years pass in London.

But occasionally during those nine years, Childermass turns his attention to York, to see what timid little John Segundus is up to. Mostly it's not much.

Until Jonathan Strange happens. That he happens at all is rather extraordinary, but how interesting that he should come to seek Mr Norrell on the advice of John Segundus? For sure there are many people with an affinity for magic in England, but how many of them are magicians? Too few, thinks Childermass. How likely is it that two of them should meet at random? He wonders if this is another fated twist.

So he continues to keep half an eye on York, just in case Mr Segundus should discover how to actually grasp the magic that surrounds him. But when Strange returns from the war in Spain, his conversation tells Childermass that even with the learning, even with actual spells to hand, their timid little man in York cannot make the magic work.

John Segundus begins taking on pupils. Childermass keeps it from Mr Norrell. Childermass has been the instrument of many a theoretical magician's destruction, Childermass reads the hearts of men and feels no pity for them, and yet Childermass keeps John Segundus hidden from Mr Norrell. Maybe, just maybe, John Childermass is beginning to feel a little bit of pity after all. He was once the one longing to master the powers that often overpowered him. He too loves magic so much, enough to endure servitude and secrecy to be near it.

But then John Segundus wants to start a school. Well, if he is going to be that silly, then Childermass cannot help him. Mr Norrell finds out, Mr Norrell panics, and he dispatches Childermass to York to put a stop to this evil plan. Business as usual in other words.

Childermass sits quite comfortably on the steps of Starecross when John Segundus comes home. Childermass delivers his message.

"You know me, Sir," he says, completely forgetting that while he has always had half an eye on John Segundus, John Segundus has not seen Childermass for nine years. Maybe, just maybe, Childermass is a little embarrassed at his mistake. But the errand is completed, and Mr Segundus is easy to manipulate, because he is so very gentle and polite.

Childermass may or may not have noticed that he has been manipulated in turn, because he, who has no pity for any man, lets Mr Segundus know that he regrets that the school cannot be, and he is willing to do what he can to keep Mr Segundus' dream from failing entirely. Although of course, he knows that a regular school is not at all the same as a school of magic.

Childermass knows what it's like to long, but he has found, if not the answers to his questions, then at least the tools by which to hunt them down. He can do the magic.

Then Mr Strange and Mr Norrell quarrel.

And then Lady Pole tries to shoot Mr Norrel. The lady walks with one foot in Faerie and one in London, and for a while, so does Childermass. Something is not right with the lady, but Mr Norrell won't tell him what magic he employed to bring her back from the dead. She'll be sent away somewhere where Childermass will have no chance to discover the truth. Unless of course he decides where she goes. Perhaps for instance to one whom Childermass knows will feel the Faerie winds blowing about the lady, someone who will be able to carry on the search for the truth, whether he knows that he's doing Childermass' work or not. Mr Segundus is easy to manipulate.

Childermass recommends to Sir Walter that he send his wife to Starecross in Yorkshire. How fortuitous that the master of that hall has just decided to open a madhouse there. Surely the visions that gave him the idea were entirely coincidental.

Mr Norrell and Childermass quarrel.

Jonathan Strange Returns magic to England. The Raven King returns to England and rewrites his book.

Mr Norrell and Mr Strange disappear into Faerie.

Suddenly, Childermass is the most experienced magician in England. No one has read as much, has practiced as much, or knows the spells he knows.

But he thinks that there is one man who will not be far behind him in achieving similar results. And maybe Childermass wonders sometimes if it was not all meant to be this way, that it was fate, that he himself was meant to come out on the other side as a student of the two great modern magicians of the age, and that he was meant to bring with him, sheltered under his wing, a dark, timid little man with an extraordinary sensitivity to magic. The books may be gone, but through his instruments, the Raven King has made sure that the new generation of magicians are both capable of and eager to read the magic written on the sky. It will take sensitive men, full of longing, and isn't it fortuitous then, that all those years ago, in the library at Hurtfew Abbey, Childermass recognised another like himself in John Segundus, and decided to keep half an eye on him.

[corpsecollegeattendee]

heyheyhey i made a new blog because at the beginning on the summer, after my freshman year of college i have gotten myself a job assisting in a cremetory/cemetery and i am bursti g with so many thoughts on the death industry and things i see all the time and i want to tell people. naturally starting it so close to the end of the summer where ill have to stop working there to attend classes again so i will probably tell a lot of stories in retrospect but i think its all really cool and i have already told everyone i know and want to tell more people. i will probably also talk a lot about me but i feel like my personal experience will interect with how i perceive everything i see so i think its all relavent (this is also to say this is casual and not serious but i think its all really cool. and since im talking about things like my work and school ill probably be excluding my name at least for now) and ill post when i find the time. might also throw some poetic shit in here because i have a lot of throughts.

but as an intro on me a little better; im 18, 1/3 of my way through a 3-1 (wich for me is 2-1 bc of credit stuff) program between a performing arts college and a mortuary college. im on the east coast and dont live anywhere’s near where i grew up since im a state away for college, i currently work at a cemetery/cremetory that ive been working at all summer and work consists of just me and my boss cremating and cleaning with occasional cemetery tasks (but 97% is in the cremetory) but its just us. any people coming to be cremated are dropped off and picked up so we do not deal with families really but we work with a few funeral homes and a direct cremation service. since im still in college im not liscenced or anything and i dont know everything yet but im learning a lot and at this point i know how all the things kinda work to make a cremetory run.

i have like a huge facination on just about everything death, i think it comes as a facet of a greater facination i have on trying to learn everything human and how we kinda of work (i promise im not an alien in a human suit, i just think its fun to think of people and myself as just really convoluted apes and i think its fun to put together different ideas that can be studied or experiencedto put together a picture of what its like to be a person in hundred of ways (and i do think im drawn to death as it is one of the most universal parts of this experience and also tied to a lot of things we do in life) but like it also means i think that like anthropology/linguistics/polotical theory/history/ect is interesting) and i have a lot of big thoughts on it but ive written papers about it so those are too big for this intro.

im historically bad at keeping any sort of ial media presence whatsoever so i hope i do stick with using this. but dont be afraid to ask questions!! ask so many questions!! id be a terrible magician bc my favorite thing is revealing my secrets!!!!

[blorbologist]

Do you think it was in character for Percy to give/make a gun for Mister? Even if Matt said he’d made toy ones for his kids, when you consider Taliesin saying he was content to never make a weapon again, what do you think? I mean unless, Matt talked it over with Taliesin, then… *shrug* I guess that works out.

Hi anon!

So, first of all - I have a lot of faith and trust in Matt to want his friends to be happy. They wanted to go go Whitestone to see their past PCs and the new de Rolos, so he went along with that. He's a good DM and facilitates telling the stories they want - and part of that would include having a good grasp on the characters.

He also likely had a good idea of a few things that might come up. I mean, we as a fandom certainly did: potentially seeing the quarter elves (Gwen included) and their ages, Percy and Vex's reactions to Delilah and Laudna, how Percy might be curious about an aeormaton... and, yeah, the gun angle was pretty obvious too!

I'm certain he either checked in with them on character sticking points, reread his notes for the Tal’Dorei Reborn campaign guide (I doubt what we got in the book is ALL he was given for the PCs) or reviewed important episodes (I noticed a lot of his behavior was similar to Percy's interactions with Syldor, his reaction to 'the Meatman'/Scanlan trying to get a gun from him, how he broke the news to Cass that Delilah was at a ziggurat). Probably some combination of all three!

And the difficulty lies in the fact these characters are *complicated* (said in the tone of Percy in the Search for Grog)! They don't have many hard, fast lines because they're all human (well, mortal) and their responses change with context. It's been thirty plus years - guns are everywhere, and ones so terrible he likely stays up at night fearing what they can do. A little toy gun - not even something he'd personally use, no improvement on existing designs - hardly means much at all in this modern Exandria. If Fearne had opened asking for a gun? Fuck no, goodbye, get out. If she had tried to steal one and Vex 'passive perception better than a dragon' 'ahlia saw? Likewise, big trouble. But Fearne just contributed to dealing another solid blow to Delilah. She proved she abd her friends could be trusted and were here out of genuine love for their friend. His kids are safe, his wife is safe, there’s a dead rat named after him. Sure, why not, tweaking a child's toy he made some time ago sounds reasonable right about now.

(Because he's not making a new gun from scratch - he's tweaking a pop gun intended for the use of his children. I'm sure Percy had enough sense to design them in ways to minimize the 'MOTHER, FATHER, WOLFE SHOT ME IN THE EYYYYEEE' 'FATHER HE SHOT ME IN THE BUTT ALL DAY IT WAS AN ACCIDENT BUT HE DESERVES IT' *general wailing from the younger two that the game dissolved into chaos*)

And, see, the thing is: Matt hasn't been afraid to say 'no, you're not getting this, it would be out of character' before! Travis (playing a Charisma caster and the Nein's face!) rolled a natural twenty to ask for Holy Avenger from Kima. On a meta level it would have been fitting and fun for him to have the sword, especially given Grog gave it to her in C1.

Kima scoffs at him! And gives the sword to Yasha instead, because lesbian wavelengths or something and it was *incredible*. Point being - if he/Tal thought it would be absolutely against Percy's wishes, he would have made that 21 a 'no, but he can do this for you instead'.

Also, Percy has a powerful 'little shit' instinct. He made a sodium teakettle bomb just to win a contest, and "if they have something nice that makes you feel inferior, we can just take it", and gave Grog a sword he knew was cursed. Though guns are a touchier subject, he's made these pop guns for his kids, added some to Doty and trained the Riflemen on how to make more and their ammo.

Frankly, I think the idea was too facinating and chaotic to pass up.

(And flaming monkey shit is likely far, far less dangerous than a bullet.)

[lacktastrophe]

Not sure what to bring up that hasn't already been asked here before. But I need to know, what are your predictions for what could happen in BCB going forward? What story points are you looking forward to the most at the moment? Personally, I'm anxiously awaiting the day where 'Confrontation' repeats itself, which might end up being the climax depending on how events in the story unfold.

Oh god, I'm going to have to think about this one. The things that I think that will happen, or the things that I want to happen? LOL

With Mike and Lucy, things are looking pretty similar to how things were years ago, except it's very much shoe-on-the-other-foot, with Mike being the one trying to hide these days. It's hard to say what's going to happen with James here. I did not anticipate him becoming part of the story, let alone becoming involved with Mike of all characters, so that is a bit of a twist to things. James also having a thing for Mike adds to the big pool of potential love interests and conflict for Mike to deal with. Or Love-Pentagram if you wanna consider Paulo in Lucy are both still in this mess of potentialities.

I have a feeling things are going to coast along for a while, but eventually I feel Mike's shame for betraying Lucy will get the better of him and he will attempt to apologise again, whether or not Sandy pulls another disappearing act or not. Because you know, that's what he does. What will come from that is anyone's guess but my prediction is that hopefully Mike resolves to apologise, but the friendship has to ultimately end with these two resolving to move on from each other. I can't begin to imagine how Lucy is going to react when Mike implies she still has a thing for him even though we know that's absolutely true still, but I don't think Lucy's going to be capable of moving on on her own. Mike's gotta be the initiator and just telling her to let him go. The idea of things going back to the way they used to before Sandy would be this nice fairy-tale ending where friendship will ultimately prevail, but considering where this story has gone and the deep rooted feelings Mike's been showing recently, not only has there been this back and forth between doing what's socially right and what's right in Mike's mind, there's been a suicide attempt too. The bed's been made and there is nothing healthy about it.

Eyes are on what Lucy does at this point and whether or not she's given up on him or not. I'd want to hope so, but I can't think that this is going to be enough and she /still/ has feelings for him. Mike is not only toxic to them both, but inhibiting her real growth. My personal feeling is she doesn't have the sheer will-power and her developing it so soon would be astounding. But I want to hope she's not just going to sit on this like she did on the past and would be fucking facinated if Augustus finds himself managing to convince Lucy to go see a therapist, and then Lucy being the one initiating the talk and then telling Mike to let her go.

In either direciton it goes in, part of me also feels having these two get together again would do a lot to undo the realists who've graced the comic, like Zachary and Augustus, who've shaken the characters out of their daydreams and out of their comfort zone. Going back to the way things used to be is something that just doesn't feel like a good way for either of them.

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Eyes are back on Paulo and what he's going to do now considering it looked like the only thing he cared about was Lucy and he is willing to sacrifice friendships to attain that happiness. You'd hope after 'Double Down', 'After You' and 'High Expectations', there's gotta be a point where Paulo finally takes the hint; it's just not happening in this lifetime. It's not a matter of 'This is why you'd never be good enough for her', it's just 'You don't have a chance with her.'

I'm really hoping Paulo's end isn't going to be 'Well I wasted Highschool'. I kinda wanna hope we're coming to the chapter where Paulo starts building up some self-respect and either starts looking at his academics seriously or just finds someone who will take him for who he is, whether thats Daisy or Rachel or some other wildcard.

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I'd honestly be more than happy for Confrontation's return to be subverted in some fashion like Augustus just clicking on the TV and Alejandro is on the news being arrested for trying to shoplift on his own or skipping rent or whatever because he's just that fucking hopeless. Just, everyone's like "Oh shit, that guy LMFAO". I feel there doesn't really need to be this "epic" showdown from a character who's been mostly removed from the story with the exception of anything to do with Augustus. I get most people still want to see one, but I feel like BCB's farther evolved from that now and I'd want to feel people are far too invested in the kids to really care for Alejandro. The world being equally as big, I feel it's just as possible to send the message that the world's movements don't always have to revolve around the kids.

But yeah, that's all I got. We're definitely at crossroads, we'll have to wait and see what direction everyone's moving in before I can guess where the story's heading.

[rk-ocs]

No title, for this is not a thing defined by few words

When I was a kid, I used to play the Sims, and I did not GET the social meter. I didn't understand why it went down and that was bad, nor why friendship decayed over time when you didn't maintain connection with people.

I felt people could just connect, and it would stay on the level of friendship once you had suficiently leveled it. After all, you had bonding experiances as friends, why would it go back down to acquaintance?

I discovered the social part on the personality horoscope made it go down faster, and from then on my Sims were 0 social, and high activity or something, so I could could better focus them on leveling up their stats.

Maybe I was unintentionally making them in my image. Lol.

Now that I'm an adult and have been through a pandemic, the social stat makes a lot of sense. Your connections with people do weaken if you don't do things with them.

Even if that thing is just school, it's a shared experience that builds a bond with other people, that connects you.

It hurts to feel yourself slide into the roll of acquaintance.

Hey, remember when we were facinated by eachother. When we could make eachother laugh, and played games, and looked forward to being with eachother?

I miss that. I miss it when you were excited to talk to me to the point of starting the conversations. It feels like I'm always trying now, and maybe you will pick it up. You don't invite me anymore, and I wonder if I just show up and annoy you. Do you just put up with me?

Did I become borring? I know I have trouble topic switching, and maybe I've become like a CD on repeat, a set of songs you used to love but are now familar enough to be just background music.

Or maybe I'm suffocating. Always wanting attention, sending posts that I think intresting, and want to show you the cool stuff I've seen. Like shiny rocks. But I don't know if you see them anymore. You don't really react to them anymore, or any older stuff, so I have no idea. Maybe I've burried you in shiny rocks. Maybe the colour has gotten so varied that nothing stands out.

Maybe its that I'm insecue, and making a mountain out of a molehill. It's been going on long enough, that I don't think so. But then again, reading social situations is not my forte, and RSD could be kicking me in the ribs hard right now. I don't know. I'm not good at making friends.

Or maybe I failed to engage at something important, or maybe several important things, so caught up in my headspace that I missed the signs and squandered oppertunities. Maybe its something I failed to learn in kindergarten.

Maybe they are like plants and some are flowers, and therefore short lived, where others are like trees and last seasons. I thought I had trees. But plants need water, and die from too much or too little, and I am a bad gardner.

Maybe we outgrew each other. Maybe you know that, and I don't reconize it. Maybe I don't want to. Maybe I don't want to look down and face that hole in my heart. Maybe you pulled away long ago, and I am only just clueing in. How can one know? It's not like its the sort of thing you just TELL other people, even if there were the right words to tell someone in.

Maybe its not one thing, but a little bit of everything.

I miss you. I miss hearing your thoughts and telling you about mine, and talking about everything under the sun it felt like, up until too late at night. I miss it when we shared topics in common, both obligations and pleasure. I miss it when we went out and did things together. I miss you.

You didn't die.

Thats a thing. You learn how to deal with death, and you learn how to deal with a fight, some big dramatic event that changes things, but how do you deal with ghosts? A specter that still walks and talks, but whose connection to you is now mostly intangible?

Thats a thing the Sims didn't get right. Its harder to raise the social connection level from acquaintances to friends the second time. Whatever progress we make when we talk is set back by not talking too much after that. Its your life, I should try not to be pushy. I don't want to be TOO MUCH.

Unlike in the Sims, I can't check Relationship Stats, and so have no idea if we are in the 40's or 30's.

Sorry Sims. I was not great at making friends as a kid, which seems to have grown into not being great at making friends as an adult, but far more aware of why being lonley might make you start talking to yourself. I'm not that lonley, but I think the pandemic has made everyones social stats worse, and I notice it now in an absence of what was before. Sorry I made you like that, so caught up in your activities that you miss the people around you and don't notice until YOU MISS them.

I'm sorry I can't travel to the past. There's a lot of things I miss there. But it couldn't be my brain who looks to the past who hangs there. Sending my mind back in time, to when I had more confidence and less experience would be counter intuitive. The past self would be crushed under the weight of experience. I know that now.

To try to stop, to cut you out of my life is unthinkable, like cutting out a leg, or another important limb. I would never do that. I'm glad we met. You have enriched my life for the better.

I wouldn't want to time travel to stop it. Maybe try to repair- no that sounds wrong, it wasn't broken, to make it sturdier, enhance (maybe?)- our friendship into something that could be stronger today. But even with experience, I don't know what that would be, what would help instead of hinder, so its for the best I can't.

So I'm left wanting. Missing. And this self reflection that Ultimatly just brings more questions, and maybe I should sleep instead of writing this late at night or early in the morning, perspective dependant. You would probably tell me to get my sleep.

So, ok friend

I love you, I miss you

Stay happy.

[dicksaroundmostly]

Jasmine, Aloe vera and Palm tree >:3

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

Not really a single book, but rather a series of books. The Shanara Chronicles is definitely the biggest contender for this title (though Dolfje Weerwolfje gets close, but for very different reasons)! It's a series of fantasy books, with a very deep lore and interesting world. But too big and overwhelming for me to go back too.

aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

Deep sea diving. Even with my fear of the ocean and waters where I cannot see the bottom I have always had an odd facination with the ocean and it's inhabitants. So that one is definitely on my bucketlist!

palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless?

That really depends on loving them in what way honestly.

There are plenty of villains that I think are really well written and I am overjoyed when they show up but none of those are villains that I would be friends with of any sort. It's more a "love to hate them" type deal.

Examples being Nikola Orsinov from TMA, Hans Landa from Inglorious Bastards, almost any villain in Batman: The Animated Series (especially Mr. Freeze and TwoFace, cause goddamn).

[jackharlowtings]

More Than Enough | J.H

That's exactly what she was wondering as she watches her boyfriend of one year, serenades another random girl on stage.

It wasn't even the fact the he was entertaining them, because she understood the attraction that women had towards him, and she couldn't blame them. But, she didn't think there was any real reason why he should be getting down on his knees and gripping them up and being all in their faces.

She's expressed her slight frustration, once, and he chalked it up to her being paranoid. And of course, when that wasn't enough to make her calm down, he fucked every doubt right out of her mind.But, that only holds over for so long.

So, here they are again. Jack out there on bender knee making some pretty brown girl squeal with joy, while his lover fumes behind the curtains.

After the show was over and the pair were on their way home, the unwanted conversation lingered in the air.

With her arms folded across her chest, she stared out of the window at the dark blue sky, while Jack kept a tight grip on the steering wheel, already knowing that this was about to tear up his nerves.

“Wassup, baby?" He asks, briefly looking in her direction. “Why you facin' the window?"

“Hm. I could think of a couple reasons, but I'll keep 'em to myself."

He sucks his teeth. "Let's not do this, tonight."

“That's why I said I'll keep 'em to myself." She snaps, looking in his direction.

“Here we go."

“Jack, please. If you're not gonna be real, then just leave it alone." Taking offense, he pulls into an empty lot and parks the car.

She rolls her eyes, not moving her position. "It's dark out here and you playin'."

“I'm not playin'. I'm bein' real. Wassup witchu?" He nudges her arm, pissing her off.

“You know exactly 'wassup' with me. But, it ain't no big deal to you, so whatever."He stares at her.

“You don't even know if you wanna be mad at me or not. You flip floppin'.”

“I am mad at you!"

“You sure? Cause, 'it's whatever' doesn't sound like a very solid stance.

“Fuck you, Jack. Seriously." She spats, fully facing him.

“You know what? I don't know what's it's gonna take for you to understand. Why we gotta argue? You don't see me blowin' up at you for them lil stunts you be pullin'!" He responds."

“The fuck are you talking about?"

“Right. We got amnesia, now? You don't be posting half naked all over Instagram, every week?”

“Are you serious, right now?" She asks.

“Dead serious. You always trippin' and goin' on bout me and what I be doin', like you ain't out here lookin' like you want some attention."

“Well, I wonder why the fuck that is!" She huffs.

“So, that's my fault too, huh?", he chuckles, resuming his driving to their destination.

“Fucking duh." She grumbles, continuing to stare out of the window.

“I'm not looking for anybody's attention, but yours. You stupid motherfucker. But, you're too busy giving it to them heffas you call fans."

“You act like I'm cheating on you."

“You might as well be." She quips.

“Just let me know when you're ready to have a rational conversation." He pats her knee, laughing again as she jerks away from his touch.

Back at home, the pair's annoyance with each other continued to fester.

“Aren't you tired of walking back and forth, yet?" Jack asks, growing tired of her pacing the expansive floor in front of their bed.

“Come sit down, please."

“Not if you're not gonna listen to me. I might as well go downstairs."

“I'm listening to you! I've been all ears, all night!" He grows defensive, his voice rising by the slightest

“Jack, fix your tone." She warns.

Sighing to himself, he shakes his head. "Please, just come and sit down."

Reluctantly sitting down beside him, she looks up at him. He's already staring back at her.

“Talk."

“I'm not cheating on you. I go out on stage and do my job. You know I love my fans. I just go out there and make 'em happy. That's it. I'm sorry that I made you feel disrespected and neglected, baby. That was never my intention."

He frowns, reaching out to grab her hands into his own.

“You know how I get.. it's no excuse, but I just can't handle someone being that close to you. Touching you and clinging onto you like I do. And, it makes it worse when you indulge, but I know that's your job. I got it. I'm sorry, too."

“That's how I felt, when you was postin' that shit on the gram." He snorts, "had ya ass hangin' out, muhfuckas lookin' at my goods and shit."

“I'm sorry, baby." She pouts.

“I should bend you ova' my knee," his deep blue eyes glow in the dimly lit room.

As the tension leaves the room, it's quickly replaced by lust so thick, it clouds their minds.

“Come'ere." She beckons him with a single finger, resulting in him tackling her into the sheets, pulling and yanking at her clothes, until she's as naked.

She tugs on the bottom of his shirt, before his hands place hers on the bed.

“Stay just like this." Kissing her rebuttal away, his lips touch every part of her skin as he sinks into her lap, guiding her long legs over his shoulders.

Her hands quickly thread into his coils, tugging as his tongue glides over her clit, down to her opening and back up.

Over and over.

“Oh fuuuuuuck!" She moans.

“Mmmmh," he moans against her, driving her wild.

His hands rubbing up and down her sides

“Shit!," she breathes. "Just like that!"

Adding his index and middle finger to the equation, she explodes in no time. But, he didn't cease, until he brought her to another climax so intense, she damn near pushed him away.

He chuckles, rising up from the bed to strip.

“I ain't even gave you this dick yet, baby. Don't tap out on me, yet."

Sinking back into between her legs, his eyes lock on hers as they move in sink.

“I love you," he mumbles over her parted lips, her breathing slowly picking up.

“I love you, too." Hips grinding against hers, poking at that spot that seizes her up.

“Yes, babyy... that's the spot." She whines, sinking her nails into his hips as he picks up speed with every thrust, til he's damn near pounding into her.

“My god!" She whimpers, lifting her head up to look between them at the mess they're making, not getting far as Jack pushes her head back towards the pillows.

“So fuckin' good... mmm!" He growls, hand cupping her face.

“I'm gonna... I'm gonna—- oooh shit, baby!" Her legs open and close around his thighs, fighting off her release.

“Cum on this dick, baby," was enough to drive her over the edge, her nails digging into his back.

Tossing her onto her stomach, he wastes no time sliding back into her. She bites down on her bottom lip.

“Don't get all quiet now... talk yo shit, babe." He taunts, easily locating one of her many spots.

“Unh... fuck you," she moans, rolling her hips against him.

He deeply chuckles, smacking her ass.

“Fuck me, huh."

“Mmmhm.. I hate you." She teases, smirking once he grabs the front of her neck and begins to drive into her, roughly.

Her mouth falls open, nothing but gasps escaping as his strokes actively take her breath away.

“You hate me... but, you love when I get up in this pussy, don't you?"

“Yes!"

“You love when daddy makes you cum, don't you?"

“Yesss, yes! Deeper... deeper, baby!" She yells, drunk on his stroke.

Doing just that, he touches her soul with just a few thrusts, her eyes almost rolling out of her head.

“Mmmm Fuck," she gasps, gripping the sheets in her hands.

“Right there, babyyyy... right there!"

“I'm where you need me, baby?"

“Yeah! I'm gonna cum— I'm gonna cum!" Her arch begins to falter as her orgasm shatters through her, pulling him down as well.

“Ah shitttt," his grip on her neck tightens, before slowly loosening as he fills her with his warmth.

“Mmh," he sighs, pressing kisses up her spine as she comes down from her high.

“You still mad at me?"They share a laugh.

[frickfrackiwastakingabath]

Ha remember that post I made a bit ago that was about crime accesory but wasn't really a story and was kind of an outline?

Haha

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Understanding

Tw for dehuminization and neglectfulness and threats

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Tubbo could have been doing better, being honest.

Trapped in a lantern wasn't the best living conditions, especially when the human trapping him in a lantern claims to be his friend. He knew the human had good intentions and had no idea what he was doing, but it stung.

Friends don't keep friends in lanterns for the light they emit.

One word. The human's name, and Tubbo would be free. That was their deal. Of course, that was before Tubbo knew how stubborn this human would be.

Pouting in his lantern, Tubbo fluttered about manically on the walk to Techno's house. Wilbur was going to inspect a magic item, along with the human as his body guard. To be fair this was the most excitement Tubbo has had in a while, usually he was only taken outside when the human went out at night to slay random monsters.

"What kind of magic item is it, Wil?" The human asked, walking along a log like a tight rope. For someone so careful about his name, he really wasn't careful about where he swung Tubbo.

Wilbur shrugged. His long brown trench coat was blown around in the wind, Tubbo had learned that a court wizard wearing an old trench coat was "unprofessional". The rose tinted glasses were also unusual, Tubbo had seen plenty of humans wear glasses, but never dyed ones.

"Phil didn't say," the two continued walking, Tubbo could see the cottage in the distance. "In his letter he said 'you won't believe it until you see it', so I'm willing to bet it's pretty wild."

The sun was coming up as they approached the cabin. Tubbo's lantern was stuck on the counter top of the kitchen as the two parties greeted each other.

Tubbo sat down on the cold metal (luckily not iron) and twitched his wings. Why did being a light source have to be so boring?

"Glad you came," Phil smiled. He looked awfully friendly for someone who tried to dissect Tubbo a while ago. "We're having a bit of... trouble."

That's when Tubbos eyes landed on what they were talking about.

Across the kitchen was another lantern, a bit more grand than Tubbo's, annoyingly. Inside of it was a... hmm... they didn't look quite a fairy as they didn't have wings. But they didn't look quite a borrower either as the hair was too unnatural and the pristine quality of their clothes than no borrower could get their hands on. And whatever they were, they looked sickly.

"He says his name is Ranboo," Techno said, grabbing the lantern and placing it near where Tubbo was. Looks like no one was making it a habit to treat their smaller friends carefully. "And he said himself he's a magic item. Any idea where he might have come from? Or how to master his magic?"

The other lantern- Ranboo, was curled up in a tight ball, squeezing in on himself the more they talk about magic. Tubbo couldn't help but feel for him, finding himself currently in a similar situation.

Tubbo knocked on the glass, trying to get the attention of the other boy. He looked up, startled to see a fairy rather than a humanoid most likely. Tubbo placed his palm on the glass and Ranboo scooted forward to do the same.

"You haven't tried deciphering the magic yourself, Phil?" Wilbur leaned down close, tapping Ranboo's glass with his nail. The two tinies were startled away from eachother.

"Gah!" Techno convulsed, clutching his head. Tubbo never thought he had been truly scared of a human, but certain things Techno did got him close.

"The voices won't let me do it," Phil crossed his arms. "They seem to have grown attached to it."

"Facinating..." Tubbo sat back down, wishing he could dim his light, as Wilbur peered down at the two. "Knight-"

The human stood at attention. While a young human wasn't something to be intimidated by, especially one in too big armor and a ridiculous looking plume on his head, the human could be a force to be reckoned with on pure spite alone.

"Do you think we could let Tubbo talk to it?" Wilbur asked, leaning back. Everyone's- including Tubbo and Ranboo's- eyes fell on the human.

Tubbo fluttered up from the ground in anticipation. He would love to have a conversation Ranboo without being monitored by the humans.

Techno shrugged, walking over to the door frame. "I don't see why not."

"Me neither," Tommy walked over by Techno. He pushed the lanterns together so that the panes of glass were touching. "Let's go to the the other room. So they feel more comfortable, you know?"

Other than the fact he was being treated like an animal still in training, Tubbo appreciated the gesture.

The door closed and Tubbo zipped to the edge of the glass, glowing bright. Probably more bright than he ever did during his job as a lantern. He put his palms on the glass.

"Hello!" Tubbo bared his teeth. Thats what other non fairies did to be welcoming, right? "You're Ranboo. I'm Tubbo. What's your name?"

Fuck.

"I mean-" shit. A friend other than a human who captured him and he was already screwing up. "What brings you here?"

"Oh! Uh-" Ranboo looks like he wasn't expecting any questions, even though that was Tubbo's... job right now. "I'm a magical device used for-"

"Boring!" Tubbo sung, doing a loop in the air. "I mean what sort of cool adventures did you go on to get you captured by bitchy humans?"

Ranboo stayed silent for a minute. "Uhm... I'm summoned from a necklace, if you find that interesting?"

"Not really,but continue." Tubbo put out his hand for Ranboo to go on.

"And I uh, it's been about a thousand years since I've been out of the necklace," Ranboo continued, talking more confidently like he wanted to impress Tubbo with his cool stories. "I can make people invisible and make them tell the truth. I like making people invisible more though. I think my necklace was bought and then I was brought out of it by Techno."

"Ooh!" Tubbo raised his eyebrows, shaking out his feet of the jitters. "Well, you saw the knight?"

Ranboo nodded.

"I made a deal with him," Tubbo recalled. "He trapped me in yhos lantern, but then I negotiated if I found his name he'd have to let me out. Turns out he's more competent than I thought though. And since we both swore it, I couldn't leave the lantern even if I wanted to."

Tubbo stopped himself from shuddering ashe remembered trying to escape through the ajar door, before his skin caught on fire. It was like slamming into a wall of molten iron.

"Do you know what you are?" The question fell out of Tubbo's mouth. "Because you don't look like anything I've seen before."

"Dream-" Ranboo stopped himself. He continued,but Tubbo tilted his head,noticing the slip up. "My creator says I'm made of pure magic. I'm not sure what he modeled me after though. I always like to imagine h modeled me after a farlander enderian, because of the split dyed hair."

Tubbo... doesn't think he's ever heard of that. Maybe a thousand years is a lot for things to change.

The two kept talking before Ranboo grew quiet and shushed Tubbo. The humans all came back in the room, laughing at whatever they had been talking about before.

"Anything good?" The knight asked.

"I..." Tubbo looked over to Ranboo who had immediately went back to his corner. He shrugged. "Eh, not really."

Ranboo lifted his head slightly, giving a sad smile. A thank you.

-

The day droned on until the sky became twilight purple again. Tubbo looked out, longing for his old swarm of fairies before he was captured. Wilbur came into the room from upstairs, stretching.

"I'm gonna go on a little evening stroll," he announced to the room. Phil was cleaning up from dinner and Techno was playing cards against the knight. "I'll be back in an hour or so."

Wilbur grabbed Tubbo's lantern, the tinies reached out for eachother as they were pulled away. Another boring session of patiently waiting while someone walked around. But maybe ten minutes in, they stopped.

Tubbo was placed down on an old tree stump and Wilbur leaned in close. Even though he hasn't done anything, it was the first time Tubbo got scared of a human.

"You're gonna tell me every detail about your little friend," Wilbur squinted his eyes, wrapping his hands around the lantern. Tubbo almost felt claustrophobic. "Or else you'll be in something a little more permanent than captivity."

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Internet Hottie

I have no clue what made this fic pop off the way it did but here you go a part two 

part one

Enji Todoroki x Camgirl!Reader

warnings: smut, Sex work, cam show, masturbation, cum play, sugar daddy themes, black mail(ish), size kink, dd/lg, 

word count: 3,000 (about)

summary: Enji is more than willing to pay the price of a private show if it means he gets to see how cute you are when you moan his name again, little does he know having the real deal right in fornt of him is only a chace encounter away.  

“You know most people turn on their cameras for private shows, let me see you too,” you teased slowly running your hands over your arms feeling the fabric of the soft pink cardigin, raising it back up over your bare sholder. 

Normally you were a little more careful with accepting private shows, but this pertuclar intrested you. You saw his username pop up almost every show, and he paid a lot of money too, but he never commented, normally guys that finatical about your shows would at least comment hello, or something nasty to get your attention. Not him though. So you were a little curious what exactly he was into, besides, you knew this one wasn’t going to skimp on the payment. 

You had approved his request in just a few hours, even if you were still sore from the Endevour toy you’d ridden earler tonight, it wouldn’t kill you to do a little more tonight. You’d just have to makeup some excuse about pulling a muscule picking up heavy boxes or something to your day job.

what if I don’t want to show my face?

The message poped up on screen making you laugh. “ah you think I want to see your face handsome? I’m after something a little lower actually,” you teased. 

Suddenly the camera of the mistery man flashed on the cammera pointed at his  crotch. You gasped seeing him. He was naked, which wasn’t supprising. but his cock. good lord his cock was huge, bigger than any toy you had, thick around the base with a flushed head such a dark shade of red it was almost purple. his testicles were heavy-looking rested against his thighs wich were easily bigger than your head and coated with corse red hairs. 

Are you just going to gape at me? 

anouther message to distract you. You snapped your mouth shut and regained your compouser. you were the star here he was the fanboy you couldn’t let the dynamic shift. 

“I’ll have you know most guys have to pay good money for me to ogel at their cocks like that, I’m a pretty girl you should feel honored, Do you have like a horse quirk or something?”

I am paying good moeny

fuck. you were still to distracted to come up with anything good. “you can unmute yourself, I want to see if there is a pretty voice to match that goregous cock,” you purred changing the subject. Hopefully, his voice was high pitched or annoying so you could stop drooling over him

No

“you’re no fun,” you pouted. 

Are you always such a brat?

That made you smile, You were getting on his nerves. good. you batted your eye lashes and covered your face with your hand, pretending to be embaressed. “Sorry daddy, I didn’t mean to misbehave what was it you wanted me to do again?”

Enji fidgeted trying to get comfortable in his office chair, painfully aware you could see his smallest movements. your eyes trained on the computer screen, this was far too exposing for his tastes, he didn’t know how you could stoumach thousands of people looking at you like this. 

But it was thrilling knowing that it was his cock that made you go completley silent for a few moments. It was his cock that you couldn’t take your eyes off of, maybe that’s what spurred you on. Then againt the moeny didn’t hurt either. 

You were so pretty, and soft as ever in a too large pink sweater that kept slipping off one shoulder almost revealing your bare breasts but never doing so fully. 

you settled on your knees and lifted the sweater up for him to see the soft skin of your upper thighs and your soft gray cotton panties. They were much less flashy than what you would normally where for a show but they were making Enji go feral.

It felt almost real, like you really were his little girl showing off your honyed cunt just for him. he couldn’t help but wonder if those were the kind of panties you wore in your day to day life. God what he wouldn’t give to breath in the musk of your scent right now. 

“you’re cock is twitching so bad Daddy, why don’t you stroke it a little bit?” you prompted. It was true, his cock was painfully hard, begging to be touched, 

Are you trying to tell me what to do?

He snapped back and watched you flush and mess whith the hem of your sweater nervously.

“That’s not what I ment, I just wanted to see you touch yourself,” you mumbled. He decided to appease you, he reached down wrapping one large hand around the base of his cock squeezing and causing precum to oze out the top before dibbling down his inflamed head. Like a good girl you watched with wrapped attention as he bobed his hand up and down easing some of the tension in his gut.

“you’re cock is so big, I don’t know if I could fit both of my hands around it,” you breathed

Who’s camming for who here? he typed 

“Right! Sorry! what do you want me to do,” It was cute how egar you were to please

take out the Endevour toy and start jerking it off

Your eyes went wide “you aren’t going to make me ride it again are you?” He smiled to himself, where you scared of him? Scared about how much his cock was going to hurt as it ripped through you?

Just jerk it off for now and tell me how good it felt while it was inside of you. 

Obedently you centered the toy in front of you and wrapped both your hands around the length slowly working your hands up and down, matching his pace, your small hands could wrap around the tip just fine but parted towards the thicker middle. 

“It hurt a lot-” you admited. “-but it was so big it hit all the spots inside of me at once with out even trying, I’m supprised I didn’t squirt it kept hitting my G-spot over and over again. You can’t really see it but theres this vein right at the bottom that bumps my clit when I put it inside,” you described while Enji contuied to touch himself. 

From this angel he could see clear down your top, he didn’t know if it was intentional or not but he  could see your soft tits bounce and shift with each of your movements and it was hard to focus on anything else

Take off your panties

you pulled away from the toy and slid the soft gray fabric down your thighs. You crossed your legs blocking your soft pussy from veiw. He grunted with agrivation. 

show me

“show you what? can’t you see all of me?” you asked sweetly. 

show me your pussy or I’ll leave

“don’t leave,” you begged, your eyes went wide and instantly your legs spread showing him your drooling pussy.

“slut,” he mumbled to himself. “you didn’t even bother cleaning up your sopping pussy in between shows,” he growled his hand moving faster as you slid your figners over your lips parting your folds for him to get a close look

Pretty. 

“Thank you? should I keep touching the toy or...”

hump it

You laid the Dildo down and carefully straddled it nessling it between your peach fuzz lips. You rested your hands on the bed and slowly started rocking back and forth, your clit rutting against the silicone veins.

How does it feel?

“I bet your cock would feel a lot better, Your cock is warm and moves, and if I was on your cock I get the rest of you. It feels good but at the end of the day plastic is plastic,” you sighed making his cock jump in his hand. it was hard to keep his composure like this. The image of you, real and in his arms slowly rolling your hips against his groin while you looked up at him with those perfect glittery eyes wasn’t helping

And what wold you do with ‘the rest of me’?

“I like kissing,” you muttered, the innocent answer almost took him by surprise. 

“but I also think your hands are pretty big, I’d want you to finger me- or you know,”

I don’t know spell it out for me.

“choke me,” you admited. suddenly the fantasy in Enji’s mind dhifted, now you were grinding on his cock with tear filled eyes while he cut of your breathing, his tounge forcing it’s way into your mouth, fuck he wanted to taste you so bad. You had stated clearly and many times that you didn’t do in person meet ups, even if it was just for a date, but there was a chace you’d do it for the right price, and he was willing to pay any number you named right at that moment. 

He pulled away from his cock at the last moment to keep himself from cumming too soon. again. His prick flowndered for a moment, searching for friction. you whinned losing your own personal show, but you kept riding the toy like a good obedent little slut.

Cum for me. then show me the mess you make. 

You panted and started rutting your hips faster, your eyes glazing over as you chased your release, your mouth formed an O shape and a breathy moan fell from your parted lips as you came. you stayed there for a moment, gathering yourself agian before sitting back and puling up the sweater so he could see the transperent slick coating your thighs and sex. 

play with your clit. 

you whimpered and reached down between your legs stroking the sensitive bud causing your legs too twitch. must be hard on your poor pussy, going through three orgasums in one night. 

He leaned closer, so close his warm breath fogged the computer screen and started fisting his cock again. he really did feel like a teenager, one finding poor for the first time and revleing in that unique voyerisum. It wasn’t long until his own cum was splattering his chest, again. 

You watched as it happened with open facination. almost like you’d never seen someone cum so much before. Enji wouldn’t be supprised if he had a more semen than the average man, He was glad to have impressed you. 

Leaving was far more awkward than in a live show, you didn’t just decide to close the streem instead he told you he was finished, paid his tab and left the call. 

Enji grunted seeing the time. He had spent far to mch time toying with you tonight, there would be hell to pay tomorrow morning when he’d missed out on so much valuable sleep. 

It had been a week and he hadn’t tried contacting you again. Not becuase he hadn’t wanted to, he had just been too busy to even entertain the notion of anouther private show. 

But today was Wednesday which meant not only did he get off of work early today but also, you would be streaming tonight and he could blow off some steam. Just one more meeting with Hawks and he was free. 

Endevour turned the corner heading twards his office when he froze. A familiar frame caught his attention. He trailed his eyes over your form. completely different from what he was used to seeing you in, you were dressed smartly in a black suit and skirt ensemble with sensible black pumps. your hair neatly slicked back from your face. but there was no denying you were the same person. 

he watched your knock once on the door before entering. Through the widnow he saw you cross to where Hawks was sitting and hand him a cup of coffee. He had known Keigo was bringing his pa, a woman endevour had never met before, but he should have mentioned his personal assistant was a fucking cam girl. No wonder your schedual matched his so neetly, you were running on hero time. 

Enji squared his shoulders and marched in. there was no way you would recognize him. He would stay proffecinoal and do his best to imagine you with clothes on. 

“Here, keigo, four cream and seventeen sugars just how you like it,” you said handing your boss his redicoulous coffee order. he smiled and took a sip

“Thanks babe, perfect as always,” he cooed happily and you took a seat beside him waiting for Enedevour to arive. 

“those things are going to kill you some day,” you commented watching him take anouther sip of coffee.

“I highly doubt the sugar is going to kill me before the bad guys do,” he teased then the door slamed open and the man of the hour walked in. 

“Do you always barge into people’s offices like you own the place Hawks?” Endevour growled before sitting at his desk. You tried not to stare and be unprofessional but it was hard not to. He was just so big, his bulging muscles showed even under his clothes. You thought to last weeks live when you had used the toy themed after him and how sore you were after that. you were right, if you ever fucked him he’d brake you. 

“not my fault you were late,” hawks shrugged. The older man glared, he looked about ready to hit your boss. an understandable feeling.

“whatever, lets get started. The-” Just as endevour began to speak Hawks’s phone rang. His work phone. He jumped and answered. 

“sorry I have to run- (y/n) rescedual for me? maybe something tonight? yeah okay bye,” then he was gone. you sighed and turned to Endevour, who looked as pissed as ever. 

“I’m sorry about that, but I’m sure you understand duty calls,” you apologized bowing slightly. 

“Is he like this with everyone or does he enjoy annoying me particularly?” he asked making you laugh lightly. 

“I think he likes to get under your skin, you should feel speical,” He was supprisingly fun to tease, you wouldn’t dare needle him the way you did Keigo but it wouldn’t hurt to rib him a little bit. 

“A meeting later tonight won’t work for me,” he stated, knowing that you couldn’t make it either. If you had been planing on cancling the live he would have gotten the notifcation by now. you smiled polietly and nodded. 

“okay let me check when we’ll be avalable again,” you said relaxing in the chait, before he could ask what you were doing, your eyes turned completley white, the iris and the puple both clouding over with a milky film. 

“this friday at nine pm, does that work?” you asked, your eyes turning back to normal.  Could you really see hawks’s full scedual in your mind? what a useful quirk. He wondered if he could buy you out, although it was a dangerous game if you worked for him. neither of you would get much done that way. 

“is there anything else I can do for you, Sir?” you asked, standing and smoothing out your skirt. 

“yes atcually, I have a couple questions for you,”

“I’ll do my best to answer,” 

“Does Keigo know he hired a porn star?” 

Your breath caught in oyur throat and you almost choked. You’d been recognized in public before, but never by someone with status, no one who knew about your day job. 

“He does,” you answered supprised at how calm you sonded. you just had to breath and remeber. You were star here, Endevour was just another creep who watched you. The thought of Endevour watching you while you made yourself cum sent a jolt through your body.

“if I’m not mistaken, he’s even watched a few of my shows,” you added just to gage his reaction. It had been legally required of you to disclose any other sorces of income you had, Hawks had just laughed it off and assured you that it wasn’t a big deal, after threatening to subscribe to your OnlyFans that was. A threat he’d never followed through on. 

“did he see the show where you screamed my name while fucking yourself?” Endevour asked standing casually and crossing over to the office door. one by one he drew the shudderes. Meaning no one could see into the office. your heart was hammering now, as you guessed where this was going. 

“And what if the public knew that the woman behind the number two hero was secretly showing off her pussy for the whole world to see? what then?”

then you would lose your job you thought but instead you called his bluff. 

“It would be a scandel I’m sure but it would be easily smoothed over, Hawks fans are younger more progressive, he’d probably get a lot of praise if he openly supported sex work and gave an interview where he talked about how he respects my bodly autonimy and my intlect.” you said with false confidence. in reality you knew the commision would rather throw you to the wolves than let you keep your job, but maybe Endevour didn’t know how disposable you really where. 

“it would be another sotry if say, your fans found out you were watching my videos.” you said. he raised an eyebrow at you

“how so?”

“You’re audience is a lot older, more consrvative the’d be horifed at the thought,” you explained. 

“To me it sounds like you’re lying,” Endevour said crossing over to you He lifted you up by the waist seting you down on his desk his harge arms caging you in. 

“it souds to me like we both have pretty good reasons to keep quiet, the only question is what are you willing to give to buy my silence?” he purred reaching out and undoing the butons of your blazer, slipping the jacket off of your shoulders. His skin was so warm, his breath was beating down your neck. His eyes freezing you in place. you could barley speak he was so close. 

“how about a private show?”

[sweetinsanebookworm]

Vaughan's relationship with Aelin's court

After Fenrys found him,he spends a few months in Terassen and does de blood oath to Aelin,becoming port of her court and having diferent relationships with the other members

Fenrys

Vaughan and Fenrys are besties.

They're the youngest between the original cadre members(at least the alive ones) and are always considered the "wildest" ones, expecially when the subject is going out and "meet" some new people.

Sometimes when the court goes out to deal with something they're constantly interrupted for some ex lover of Fenrys or/and Vaughan,and random people that somehow know the two of them

They kinda bring out eachother's best.Fenrys helps Vaughan to be less quiet and express himself more,not allowing him to hide his wild and fun side.While Vaughan helps Fenrys to stay centered and keep calm when the past starts to hount him sometimes.

Vaughan and Aelin are the only two people in the world that Fenrys talks to about Connall,because they are the friends he trusts the most

Rowan

Even with Fenrys as his best friend,the strongest conexion Vaughan had in the cadre was with Gavriel.The warrior was practicaly a father figure for him.

So you guys can imagine how devastated he was when he found out about Gavriel's death.

He asked for a moment alone and after more then an hour Rowan went after him.

They did respect eachother and fought side by side,but didn't really know anything about the other.But the time they spent in comfortable silence in the balcony somehow started to change that.

They started training thogether and won eachother's admiration quickly.

And everybody knew wherever he was,Gavriel probably was happy to see that the people he loved had someone to lean on.

Elide

Initially the lady of Perranth wasn't sure how she felt about the warrior.

He seem'd polite,but they never had a real conversation until the theather's opening ball.

He aproched her and after a few seconds of akward silence he said "I smelled you know".

When he realised she was totally confused he clarified "When I was..."looking" for Lorcan...I smelled you in the forest.I was planning on helping whoever was walking alone in the florest,but then I had the weird feeling I should turn around and go as far away as I could...I guess that was good,otherwise I would have acidently bumped in Lorcan and probably both of us were not going to be here today"

"So you was also trying to chalenge the oath?"

"I never tough that what Lorcan did was a good reason to try to kill him.He's a good male...deep down I guess"

After that day the two of them became friends.

Everytime Aelin needed someone to go to Perranth in her name,Vaughan would volunteer and spend a few days with Lady and Lord Lochan in their house.

Lorcan

Surprisingly Lorcan and Vaughan get along pretty well.

Even tho they're best friends,Vaughan is way more focused and quieter than Fenrys,and Lorcan respects that in him.

When Vaughan visits Perranth they train thogether a lot and even after centuries knowing eachother's style of fight they still find ways tho surprise the other.

After dinners Elide,Lorcan and Vaughan sit near one a huge fireplace and spend hours and hours talking.

Even tho people supose Lorcan just interact with him because of his friendship with Elide,both know they are actually friends and that pisses Fenrys off

Lysandra

Vaughan is facinated by Lysandra's powers.

He met a lot shapeshifters during his life but none that could shapeshift as easilly as Lysandra.

And the Lady of Caraverre became very interested when Vaughan mentioned that it was possible to win every fight even in animal form,even his,that wasn't as big as Fenrys's wolf.

She asked a few tips to fight as smaller animals and he started training her.Sometimes with Rowan's help.

It was not unusual for Orynth citezens to see a Falcon,an Eagle and a Osprey flying near the castle.

Aedion

At first,Aedion didn't really liked Vaughan.

Acording to him "he simply desapeared during the war and only came back when it was convenient for him"

Aelin just told him to shut up.

He spent weeks ignoring Vaughan's mere existence,until he found out how much Gavriel cared about the male.If his father liked him so much there must had a reason right?

He wasn't planning to ask the male about it,but he ended up doing it in a day the two of them were alone in the meeting room.

Vaughan was happy to tell him about the lion. Stories of adventures that most people didn't know about.Or even point out similarities between The Lion of Doranelle and The Wolf of the North.

After a while the two were sharing stories of their own,and planning Orynth's security thogether

Aelin

Aelin was apprehensive when Fenrys sent them a message telling he found Vaughan and that he agreed in going to Terassen meet her.

She wasn't sure if giving the blood oath to someone she dind't know was a good idea.But Fenrys,Lorcan and Rowan seemed to trust him,so at least she could give him a chance.

Her doubts desapeared in the second she saw the smile Fenrys gave Vaughan. Fenrys had started smiling again after the war.

But not like that.

That was the wild smile he used to give before Connall's death.

In that exact moment she knew she had to keep that male in her court,even if just to make her friend happy.

She had already made her decision before even talking to Vaughan,but as soon as they started a conversation she was sure.

Between all the members of the cadre he was the one that enjoyed art and music the most.

With less then a hour she had already shared all her plans for the theather and library and he had gived such good sugestions she was ready to make that male the culture minister of Orynth.

He is usually the one that acompanies her to watch dance and orchestra rehersals.

She couldn't be happier to have her court complete

[deputybodecker]

A New Garden

Couple’a weeks ago, when you told me that Leroy had come by the house, I went to their diner they owned on the outskirts’a town. Told ‘em both that it didn’t matter what deals I had goin’ with ‘em, if they ever showed up on my property again and pissed off my bride to be, I’d put a bullet in both of ‘em. They laughed, spat in the money that was mine and handed it to me, the blow to my ego nearly enough to make me shoot ‘em then, but they have a direct line on my baby sister, so I don’t.

It’s a surprise when we’re sitting down to lunch one late winter day and we hear a knock on the front door. You’re wearin’ one of the dresses I got you for Christmas, that dark blue velvet huggin’ your ass makin’ it hard to talk myself into goin’ outside to get firewood for the furnace. I know damn well that the boys at the station know better than to come up the property, so that knock is either my baby sister leavin’ her shit-for-brains husband and comin’ to stay with us while she gets her shit sorted out like I begged her to weeks ago, or one of those fuckin’ fools I told not to come here again. We look from our plates to each other, and I can tell you’re already just as irritated as I am.

No one is supposed to come here.

Ever.

“Why don’t you put on a pot of coffee, sweet pea. You grab these plates and I’ll grab the door.” I lean over the table and plant a quick kiss on your lips, liftin’ from my chair to stalk over to the front door. I look back to where you’re cleanin’ up the mess on the table, placin’ the plates in the sink and then gettin’ the kettle ready for coffee, facin’ away from me long enough for me to grab my pistol from my patrol belt and tuck it into the back of my pants. I swing the door open and standin’ in front of the screen is Leroy, smile plastered across big ugly face.

“Lee! I was drivin’ by and thought I’d chew your ear.”

I don’t tell him yet that I don’t want him here, my blood boilin’ just under the surface of my skin, so I fake my own smile, pushin’ the screen door open to let him step inside.

“Leroy, good to see ya. C’mon in, my Stephanie was just puttin’ on some coffee.” He steps in the door and stomps his boots free of snow on the mat, my jaw clenching because I know he’s going to expect you to clean that up later. I scrub my hand over my face as he waltzes toward the kitchen table.

“This’a cute little place you got here, Lee. I thought you’d’a upgraded by now with the type’a money you’re makin’.” Leroy turns back to shoot me a glance, bringin’ up our deal without statin’ it plainly, right in fuckin’ front of you. You look from him to me. It’s not a secret that I got money, I’m just grateful you don’t know how much a small-town deputy earns yearly.

“It was my parents place,” – I reply, followin’ him to the kitchen table where we pull chairs out opposite each other, “I figure I’ll give it to Sandy after the election.”

“Bit far from the club, ain’t it?” He asks, his brows knitted together.

“Yeah, that’s what I like about it.”

“I thought I told you to stay away from Sandy?”

There’s a tense moment, one where he looks from me to you, his eyes starting at your feet and make their way up to your face. I can tell it’s a threat, he knows where you are now. Where he can find you later. You’re finishin’ up the dishes just in time, dryin’ your hands off with one of the kitchen towels. You turn to catch his eyes just as they reach yours and I watch you shrink back, the last thread of my resolve snappin’. I don’t answer his question about my sister.

“Baby, why don’t you go grab a couple’a towels out of the bathroom? Y’know the ones that’re startin’ to fray at the ends? The ones you don’t like? Bring those out here for me, our friend is gonna need ‘em.” I tear your gaze away from him, giving you an excuse to leave the room for a few seconds.

You nod, crossin’ the livin’ room into our bedroom and as soon as I hear the click of your heels on the tile of the bathroom floor I reach for my pistol. My movement startles Leroy but he doesn’t reach for his gun fast enough before I’ve got mine trained on him.

“Set it down real slow, Leroy. Your brother know you’re here?” He nods, his jaw set in a defiant rage. “Good, I hope he swings by lookin’ for you.”

You re-enter the dinin’ room to the sight of me holdin’ a gun on our guest. Timidly, you set the towels down on the table on my right, and then pause, like you’re wonderin' what to do next.

“Slide that gun across the table, honey.”

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concerning the ask about Ian bein the eldest child - I wonder how his relationship with Micky would even play out, when he'd have less free time and maybe a more realistic (less romanticized) view on life in general? Like, do you think he would chase after him like he did in the earlier seasons? I don't know, the whole "Ian is the eldest child" is facinating to me

Oh, this is an interesting one! I think there’s two different aspects to consider here: 1, would Ian and Mickey even be interested in one another if Ian were the eldest, and 2, if so, would pursuing a relationship be feasible under these circumstances?

I'll deal with the first issue briefly, and then with the second one at some length. Lots of different parameters to take into account here... This is obviously going to be speculative as hell, and I’m teasing the whole thing out as I type, but let’s see–

As was mentioned in the discussion that promted this ask, it’s difficult to know to what degree Ian’s personality would have been different, had he been born the eldest child – and even harder to know how that would have affected his compatibility with Mickey. He’d probably still would have been tough as well as compassionate, two qualities I believe are key to him being attractive to Mickey, but I’m less certain that Ian would have found Mickey quite as charming if he was already saddled with the responsibility for five younger siblings and a drunken father… ? And maybe Mickey embodying the South Side male in ways that mirror both Terry and Frank (look at their similar choices in clothing) would have been more of a turn off for firstborn!Ian, since he’d be the one who primarily had to deal with consequences of Frank’s many failings? Ian being a bit of a chameleon himself has him being more appreciative of Mickey being so extremely unconcerned about the opinions of others, but he might have been less amused with Mickey’s crudeness if he was dealing with a lot of other shit already? Then again, maybe none of this would have mattered! Maybe Mickey’s directness might be especially refreshing if your life’s generally a huge fucking tangle and you have slippery fuckers Monica and Frank to contend with on a daily basis. And although I think that the fact that canon!Ian often feels a bit invisible and like he's living in Lip's shadow might contribute to him fighting so hard for that connection he feels with Mickey – chasing after him, as you say – it might well be that even if he'd been the eldest, he'd still be seeking that out, because so much of his life and time is dedicated to his siblings and he yearns for something that is only his, only for him.

No easy or immediate answer to this question, though I suspect most of us prefer to think that they’d have liked each other anyway. Heaven knows there are plenty of AU:s built on this assumption.

Oh, and then there’s the whole question of pheromones. Now, obviously that’s not the be-all and end-all on sexual attraction, but given how very quickly Ian and Mickey go from trying beat the creap out of each other to eagerly fucking, and how Ian is very clear about liking the way Mickey smells, I think it’s fair to say that chemical compatibility is a pretty big factor in them first getting together. (It sure as hell isn’t the only one, but still.) With that in mind, I may or may not have had my partner, who’s a clinical research biologist, look into the epigenetic properties of pheromones (i.e. to find out if how you grow up might affect your natural body musk to the point where you’d be chemically attractive to other people than you are now). It’s not entirely clear and – predictably – the research done on what part pheromones play in sexual attraction among humans has been primarily focused on attraction in heterosexual people, but it seems that conditions in the womb and external factors in childhood (as well as changes later in life, such going on the pill, being stressed or having a disease) would affect your smell. However, we can’t readily know if and to what degree just being born first and having to take on the responsibilities of being the oldest sibling would affect Ian’s musk, and if it would decrease how attractive he is to Mickey (that it would increase it seems an impossibility because these two are already so insanely, stupidly horny for one another).

Okay. Having tentatively concluded that we can’t know for sure whether or not Ian and Mickey would still be into each other had Ian been born first (and hence not been quite the same person), let’s recklessly assume that they would, and turn to far more intriguing discussion of how their relationship would actually play out.

Do we imagine that Ian is a few years older than Mickey then, the same age as Fiona would have been at the start of canon? Maybe it doesn't matter much – it's not a huge difference, but to be honest I feel a little ickey about it since Ian would be an adult and Mickey still a teenager (and not a particularly well-adjusted and healthy one at that). Hmm. Either way, I can see them getting together in much the same way, with Ian doing something nice for Mandy – intervening when she's harassed at the local store, maybe, sparking a little hero crush on her part – and that whole thing going down more or less as it does in canon. But if it does, and Mickey and his goons beats up Ian's younger brother Lip in Ian's stead, I think eldest child!Ian might be really, really pissed and out for blood? Which gives him a nice incentive to go look for Mickey, even if Kash is not part of this picture (and I think that he's probably not). So far, so good... but if Ian's this much older than Mickey – four years? – Ian will already have started to fill out, right, turning all tall and buff, and Mickey might not have such an easy time overwhelming him. Then again, that might not necessarily serve as a deterrent to Mickey at all, so the end result is probably still the same, surprise sex fuelled by adrenaline, pheromones and general compatibility.

But... then what? To be honest, I think it'd be very difficult to make it work under these circumstances. If Ian is older than Mickey, Mickey might well have a much harder time feeling safe with him, just because he might feel like he doesn't have the upper hand in the relationship – and in the beginning I think it was VERY important for Mickey to feel like he had control and was calling the shots on when and how they met up. Four or five years is not a big difference at all later in life, but if you're 16 and your lover is 21 (or thereabouts, I'm still not super clear on the timeline, but ballpark) and they're also used to running an entire household and therefore accustomed to being in charge... I don't see this working for Mickey, not enough so that he dares let his guard down to the point required for their relationship to develop.

As for Ian, I think he'd have far less patience with Mickey's standoffishness and unwillingness to committ or even admit that they have anything beyond sex. Ian wouldn't have the time or energy or disposition to deal with that, not on top of everything else, and furthermore, it seems like it'd be very hard to keep his clandestine meeetings with Mickey secret when he's the lynchpin of the family, always taking calls and dealing with sudden emergencies. To make it properly work with Fiona, JimmySteve has to more or less move in more or less immediately and adjust his life to fit with her chaos; it'd arguably be the same for Ian, yeah? Don't really see the still very much closeted (and terrified) Mickey actually doing that – moving in, helping out with the kids and what-not. (One could also hope that Ian realizes that pursuing a relationship with a still underage Mickey would be inappropriate and calls it off for those reasons.)

So, realistically, if there's an age difference and they meet at the same time as they do in canon, I think there might be a few hook-ups, but it would fall apart rather soon, in spite of their very strong attraction. But! Maybe in a few years, when Mickey's older and the age difference less meaningful, and Mickey's had the chance to become a little more accepting of himself and his orientation, and Ian's siblings are just a little bit older so that Ian can take some more time for himself... maybe then they could run into each other again and that old spark roar back into life and they take it from there? It'd still be an uphill struggle, of course, but they've dealt with those before and always – eventually – come out on top. The whole Svetlana thing never happened, Mickey is fully on his way to coming into his own at the king of the South Side, Ian is trying to figure out who he is outside of the Big Brother, maybe Mickey is out, maybe he's not, maybe Terry is gone, maybe he's not... If one is so inclined, I think there's some fun to be had with this idea. I am, however, more partial to another:

Say that Ian's still born when he was born, so still a couple of years (according to the forms they fill out when applying for a marriage license) younger than Mickey. Maybe then, even in spite of his added burdens and responsibilities, he'd still be naive and soft enough to have a bit more patience for bad boy Mickey? It'd be before Monica ran out on them, so maybe there are still times (few and far between) when Ian doesn't have to take full responsibility for his siblings; times when he can pursue what he wants instead. And Mickey would feel more in control and safer dealing with babyface!Ian, so maybe he'd dare a bit more?

Maybe he starts hanging out at the Gallagher house after that first fuck, for a chance to be near Ian. The rest of the siblings would be young enough that he feels confident (although perhaps mistakenly) that they'll not pick up on what's going on, so as long as Frank and Monica are out (or out of it), Mickey's happy to come around. Hang out, fuck whenever they can, maybe even help out a tiny little bit when Ian makes him, and in spite of his best efforts and intentions he gets more and more pulled into Ian's life. This, I think, could potentially work, although I expect the same sort of up and downs as we get in canon. Mickey probaby won't get shot by Kash (because I think eldest child!Ian would be a little less susceptible to his ”charms”), but Frank could still – very easily – walk in on them. It would get overwhelming at times and Mickey would push Ian away and flee; Ian would get impatient with Mickey's insistence on distance and NO EMOTIONS ONLY SEX (more so than he is in canon, I think) and tell him to shape up or fuck off. It'd be volatile for sure, but in the end I think they'd always return to each other, adapt and try a little bit harder to make it work. Pull's just to strong, you know? Maybe it'd even happen faster than in canon, if Mickey isn't sent to juvie that first time, and if they have more opportunities to spend time together doing stuff other than fucking (ie just hanging out at the Gallagher house under the pretext that Mickey's just a friend, which Mickey would allow, thinking the younger siblings clueless). Really wouldn't mind reading this fic, you know, though I'd mourn Ian's relationship with Lip in this alternative reality. (Like, there’s SO MUCH potential! Maybe Mickey lures Frank and Monica away on a drug weekend just so he can stay at the house with Ian, even if it does mean having the help out with the little ones! I can see angry teenage Mickey being made to help Debbie with her math homework! Feed baby Liam! Supposed to stop tiny Carl from doing horrible stuff but ending up helping him instead! Ian is not amused! I want it!)

So, uh. That's my speculative take on this, for now. Very open to being swayed by other people's opinions, though, so I'd love to hear them, or whatever additional thoughs you might have.

Thank you so much for the ask: I had a lot of fun thinking about this, and hope that you found somet sort of satisfaction in my long-winded ramblings. <3 Also, I'm sorry it took so long to get back to you! As I've noted before, I'm unreliable (and sometimes busy).