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tj-dragonblade · 2 months

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[FLUFFBRUARY FICLET] Vogue

Rated: M Word Count: 756 Tags: Fluffbruary, Fluffbruary 2024, fluff with added heat, human AU, photographer-model roleplay

For my dearest @staroftheendless - happy birthday! The stars aligned and I managed to bang out this little scene, built on today's Fluffbruary prompt and featuring not-a-shaved-panther human!Dream just for you ❤️

Fluffbruary Prompts: Day 21: photography pepper truffles Day 22: key silly quest

Summary: Dream comes home and Hob greets him with a camera

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"There he is!" Hob exclaims, and whisper-yells to simulate crowd noise, camera flashing as the door to the flat opens. Dream pauses on the threshold, caught off guard, keys still in hand, and then his expression shifts as he takes in Hob, shirtless, snapping photo after photo. He smiles, slow and sultry, tosses his head and runs a hand through his hair, shakes it out as he shuts the door and sets his keys aside. He pauses briefly on each move, posing, letting Hob get every shot like they're on the red carpet, and Hob plays it up, crooning directions in between.

"Yeah, that's it, give me lips—" Dream pouts, full and rosy pink, framed by his three-day stubble, and the camera flashes. "Beautiful, gorgeous, yes. Give me flirty, playful—" Dream hooks a finger under the knot of his tie and tugs it loose, flicks open the buttons on his collar, smile coy, eyes a simmering sapphire blue under his lashes. "Love it, sweetheart, you're a natural," Hob praises, clicking away. They've gone from imaginary red carpet to imaginary private studio in two seconds flat but that's really not the point here, is it. "Lose some layers, let's relax a bit, yeah?"

Dream, bless him, manages to make the process of removing his shoes and socks while still standing look sexy, somehow; Hob makes sure to catch his bare feet with their ebony toenails in at least of couple of shots. Dream shrugs out of his neat slate-grey blazer next, turning and giving a coy come-hither gaze over his shoulder as he tugs it off his arms and casts it aside.

"That's right baby keep going, you're doing great," Hob offers, halfway between his photographer-with-questionable-ethics persona and genuine praise. It's harder to keep up the role the further they get into it, but he knows Dream has fun with these silly little games and so he does his best. "Show me something dirty, now, something sexy." He's backing down the hall as Dream advances, heading inevitably for the bedroom.

"Hmmm," Dream purrs, thoughtful; then, eyes never leaving the camera, he brings his wrist to his mouth and unbuttons the cuff of his sleeve with his teeth. His other hand is busy with the buttons down his front; he switches and continues, repeats the cuff-unbuttoning on the other arm.

"Perfect," Hob leers, backing into the bedroom, snapping pic after pic, "keep it coming, make me, uh, make me forget my own name here—"

Dream lifts his arms, shirt hanging open, cuffs undone, and rakes both hands back through his hair with a moan. His eyes are closed, lips parted, head tilted back; the loose tie around his throat is a slash of deep burgundy against the black of his chest hair and the white of his skin and Hob loses his breath for half an instant at the sheer compositional beauty of the sight, grateful that he's already got his camera in action.

He is so fucking blessed, to get to call Dream his.

Dream lifts his head, rolls his shoulders, drops his hands to his belt and meets Hob's gaze through the camera lens again. He undoes the buckle and pulls the slim leather free in one swift motion, drops it lazily behind him as he enters the bedroom. He flicks open the clasps on his trousers, draws the zipper down just enough to tease, then palms himself in one hand while the other snakes up to pull his tie completely free. He gives Hob another second to take photos while he's gripping his crotch and then he turns, steps over to the bed and falls gracefully back onto it. His hands are above his head; he winds the tie loosely about both wrists and then holds the ends in his fist, a token show of restraint. His shirt is wide open around him, dusky pink nipples on display, the dark hair on his chest trailing beautifully down his abdomen into the open fly of his trousers, where he is visibly aroused.

Hob stares, lifting his gaze from the viewscreen on the camera, achingly hard himself and losing the thread of his character entirely. "Fuck me, you're gorgeous," he breathes, snapping a few more photos. He can't help himself.

Dream smiles, sultry, decadent, and arches invitingly against the sheets. "Put the camera down, Hob," he purrs, flexing his fingers where his hands are 'bound' above his head. "Your model has worked hard, and would like to be ravished, now."

Hob is only too happy to comply.

= Drafted: 2/20/24 - 2/21/24 Posted: 2/21/24

#TJs Fics #TJs Fluffbruary #Fluffbruary 2024 #Dreamling #Sandman

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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@idcjustletmescroll : Hey boss it's me again. it's 12 A.M. and I just had the idea to request a request. Could you write RE8 ladies' (Donna, Dimitrescus and Miranda) thoughts and reaction to a y/n who suddenly becomes obsessed with Squishmallows and even gives them one from their collection?

I love squishmallows! I have a doggy on my bed :) Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

Alcina loves how Y/N goes through different phases of liking stuff. Y/N gets so excited when they become obsessed with something new and she loves to hear them tell her about it.

Y/N has a growing collection of squishmallows because of Alcina. (She’s an enabler).

Alcina is touched when Y/N gifts her one of their favorite squishmallows. Y/N knows she’ll take good care of it and sometimes, Alci even sleeps with it in her arms.

This is the squishmallow Alcina gets from Y/N:

A Dragon (For obvious reasons XD)

Donna:

Donna completely understands why Y/N is obsessed with these little plushies.

She has a couple of her own. She tried to make one, but she just doesn’t have the right materials. The plushie she did make still turned out adorable, though.

Donna actually gets a bit teary-eyed when Y/N gives her their favorite squishmallow. It’s the ultimate proof of how much Y/N trusts her.

This is the squishmallow Donna gets from Y/N:

A black panther (I just like the idea of a dark and stealthy animal for her)

Mother Miranda:

As much as Miranda tries to act indifferent, she finds Y/N’s fascination with these little toys adorable.

Y/N frequently walks into their bedroom to find a new plush that Miranda picked out just for them.

The priestess feels her heart warm at the fact that Y/N wants to share one of their plushies with her. Miranda gives Y/N a big kiss on the forehead and tells them she’ll guard the squishmallow with her life.

This is the squishmallow Miranda gets from Y/N:

A bluejay (Hehe, birb. I couldn’t find any crow squishmallows, unfortunately)

Bela:

Bela is a fan of snuggles. She is a little miffed that there are so many squishmallows on the bed that she can’t get to Y/N as easily now.

Bela does like to prop herself up with a couple and read.

Bela grins at Y/N and pinches their cheek when they give her one of their squishmallows. Now, she has her own little friend to cuddle with… Y/N’s the one who gets a little jealous this time.

This is the squishmallow that Bela gets from Y/N:

A lion (I like the golden color of it and Bela is fierce, y'all)

Cassandra:

Cass actually bought a squishmallow for Y/N from Duke… That started the little crackhead on their quest to get more.

One day, Cass walks into her room to find Y/N snuggled into a huge pile of squishmallows. She laughed really hard, but thought it was quite cute.

Cass legit sobbed on Y/N’s shoulder for 30 minutes when they gave her their fave squishmallow… Y/N began laughing, but Cass punched them in the shoulder and threatened no sex for a week so they quickly shut up.

This is the squishmallow that Cass gets from Y/N:

A bear (Cute little teddy holding honey, ‘cause she’s so sweet… But only to Y/N)

Daniela:

Dani is just as much of a squishmallow fanatic as Y/N is. She likes to get into bed and have Y/N hold her while she snuggles her head into the plush toys.

Dani and Y/N like to do those slow-mo squishmallow bounce TikToks where they rate the squishiness of each plushie. (I love those. Look them up if you haven’t seen them and are interested!)

When Y/N gives Dani one of their favorite squishmallows, they might as well have been asking her to marry them. Dani knows that they’ll be together forever now.

This is the squishmallow that Dani gets from Y/N:

A Shiba Inu (Ah, yes. Meme doggo fits Dani perfectly if you ask me!)

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ballisterboldheart · 1 year

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t’challa, buddy, what is “the greatest weapon wakanda has ever produced” doing in new jersey?

some of my Favorite mick wingert tony moments :)

#s.mp4 #black panther's quest #tony stark #he plays such a good tony 😩 literally my favorite behind eric loomis #and his lines are so fun <3 this series knew. how to have a good time #tony stark's house of ribs

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kreature-ofthenight · 3 months

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Currently determined to make a BG3 Tav who is a male drow who either grew up outside of, or escaped the matriachial society and is determined to become a hero, (not because he has an inferiority complex no not at all) not just do good but is like dead set on writing his name in history as one of the grand heros, a legend, an epos, this is his only goal in life And then I´ll have him go to the final battle, all riled up and excited, because that is it, that is the stuff of legends, with Jaheira by his side who will wildshape naturally

So the people of Baldurs Gate will tell the tale of the Drow Warrior who came to save the day with a black panther by his side And within a day everyone will know it was in fact Drizzt Do'Urden who saved the gate, and nobody will even know about my Tav, and he will be so fucking furious that his next quest will be to find Drizzt and punch him in the face

#BG3 #Tav #Drow #drizzt do'urden #I dont know I just like to make my OC´s suffer in the dumbest way possible

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leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesworld · 15 days

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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Five – Panther Down}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin: Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

Words: 3.3k!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: This chapter contains extreme BDSM practices, degradation, violence, shooting, and slight blood.

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3rd Person's POV

Heaven dressed in her black wide-legged pants, a sleek red strapless top, and a matching black suit coat.

Her hair was meticulously styled in a tight bun, her make-up adding a touch of mystery and allure to her determined expression.

Today marked a pivotal moment in her life, the day she had been preparing for - the day she would stand up for the hybrids, the marginalized and oppressed group that had long been ignored and mistreated in the shadows of society.

This was her chance to make a difference, to show that someone was willing to fight for their rights and freedom.

However, as she made her way to carry out her plan, a shadow loomed over her resolve. Black Eagle, the formidable leader of the opposition, had caught wind of her intentions and had dispatched his men to thwart her efforts.

But what he didn't realize was that Heaven was not an easy target. Behind her elegant facade and delicate appearance lay a sharp mind, unwavering determination, and a reservoir of strength that made her a formidable opponent.

Black Eagle had underestimated her, forgotten the true nature of the person he was facing.

Heaven was no ordinary human being, she was a force to be reckoned with, a blend of beauty and power, grace and resilience.

Her outward appearance belied the complexities of her character, the depths of her convictions, and the lengths she was willing to go to achieve her goals.

As she squared her shoulders and took a deep breath, Heaven knew that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges and dangers. But she was ready, prepared to face whatever obstacles came her way in her quest to save the hybrids and make a stand against injustice.

Black Eagle's mistake was assuming she was just a pretty face, unaware of the fierce spirit that burned within her, ready to ignite a revolution and change the course of history for those who had been marginalized for too long.

Heaven's POV

As I stood in my suite, facing the group of boys who I had vowed to protect, a feeling of determination surged through me. I knew that bringing justice to them and every other hybrid in the building would not be easy, but it was a cause I was willing to fight for.

"Okay, guys, I hope you're ready," I began, my voice firm but with a hint of warmth.

"This will not be pretty, it might be traumatizing, but I want you to know that I won't let anyone touch you."

I looked at each of them, their expressions a mix of fear and gratitude.

"Once we leave this place," I continued, "remember that you do not belong to anyone. You shouldn't bow your head or avert your eyes when you make eye contact, understood?"

The boys, dressed elegantly thanks to my efforts, nodded in unison. I smiled at them, trying to convey reassurance in the midst of uncertainty.

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Min-Soo entered the room. He bowed his head in respect, but his demeanor quickly changed when he caught sight of the seven men before him.

His reaction was unsettling, the unmistakable look of lust in his eyes made my blood boil. I watched as his cheeks reddened, and he awkwardly tried to hide his reaction.

The realization that Min-Soo was also complicit in the exploitation of hybrids added fuel to my already brewing rage.

"If you are done checking out my hybrids," I said coldly, breaking the uncomfortable silence, "I would appreciate it if you led the way."

The embarrassment on Min-Soo's face was evident as he fumbled with his words and gestured for us to follow him.

As we made our way to the event, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered in the air.

Despite the obstacles ahead, I was determined to stand up for what was right and protect those who couldn't protect themselves.

The road to justice might be long and arduous, but I knew that with each step we took, we were one step closer to making a difference in the lives of hybrids everywhere.

As we exited the suite and ventured down a different hallway this time, Min-Soo took the lead, guiding us further below the building into what seemed like an underground showroom.

The atmosphere was eerie, and my instincts told me to be on high alert, so I discreetly stationed all my guards and Hit-men strategically around us, ready for any unforeseen circumstances.

Upon entering the large room, I couldn't help but gasp in horror at the spectacle before us.

The room reeked of sweat and primal desires as humans engaged in vile forms of intimate activities with hybrids.

The scene was overwhelming, with individuals indulging in not only intimate acts but also harsh BDSM practices like Knife Play, Fire Play, Electrostimulation Play, Breast Torture, Blood Play, and more.

The sight was deeply disturbing, especially seeing the hybrids submit with a mix of fear and resignation in their eyes. They bore the scars of trauma and abuse, and it fueled a fiery rage within me.

I made a mental note of each perpetrator's face, vowing that they would face justice for their heinous acts against these innocent beings.

Despite the seething anger boiling inside me, I knew that acting solely on emotion would not serve justice.

Suppressing my emotions, I maintained a composed facade as I led the group towards a secluded table, with the seven men following closely behind.

In that moment, a sense of grim determination settled over me, knowing that justice would prevail, even in the face of such darkness.

As we strolled through the dimly lit hall, I couldn't help but notice the astonishment in the eyes of the people around us.

There was a certain tension in the air, and I could sense it wasn't because of me. It was the hybrids walking alongside me that seemed to be causing a stir.

I had to fight the urge to lash out at the staring onlookers and instead focused on keeping my composure, avoiding any signs of superiority towards my boys.

Namjoon, Jungkook, and Hoseok, despite being in a familiar and hostile environment, barely showed any signs of fear but what caught me off guard, however, were Taehyung, Jimin, Jin, and Yoongi.

They appeared relaxed and unaffected, almost nonchalant, yet there was something unsettling about the dark and dangerous energy they exuded.

I could read the emotions playing across their faces like an open book. While the other three showed some signs of apprehension, it paled in comparison to the simmering anger and resolve I saw in the gazes of the rest.

Just then, a man who appeared to be in his thirties approached our group, flashing a crooked smile. I could sense his approach from the way his steps echoed on the floor, and I prepared myself for the forthcoming encounter.

“Heaven-” he began, but I cut him off, asserting my position with a firm tone, “It's Ms. Valentino, to you,” I interjected, already feeling my annoyance building towards the man.

“Urhm- yes, Ms. Valentino, it's an honor to finally meet you. My name is Gil-O Park. I own Park Enterprises,” he proudly introduced himself, as if assuming I held a vested interest in his business endeavors.

I regarded him cooly, silently urging him to get to the point of his approach.

“I think you've heard of it; we own a chain of five-star hotels across the country and internationally-” he continued, and I decided to interject once again, uninterested in his self-promotion.

“Okay, and so… what's that got to do with me? Just cut to the chase and tell me what it is that you want,” I stated bluntly, my impatience shining through.

He seemed momentarily taken aback by my directness, but quickly composed himself,

“Uh, haha, you're pretty straightforward, huh,” he muttered under his breath, though I caught his words clearly.

“I was wondering if you'd like to dance with me,” he finally stated, a glint of confidence in his eyes as he addressed me. Internally, I couldn't help but scoff at his presumptuousness, evident in both his tone and stance.

Who does he think he is? My mind raced with indignation at the man's audacity.

Before I could say anything, I felt a hand on my thigh, and my ire escalated as I heard a deep, low growl emanating from the Hybrid seated beside me.

Jimin's protective stance sent a shiver down my spine.

“This woman here is mine, so I suggest you walk away from here before I do something terrible,” Jimin's growl reverberated with authority, catching me off guard yet not entirely surprised by his fierce reaction.

Gil-o's disdainful gaze met Jimin's, and with a scoff, he unleashed a string of degrading words, belittling the Hybrid before him.

“Ha, pesky Hybrid, how dare you speak to a master with such insolence. I could end you with just the snap of my finger,” Gil-o's arrogance oozed with condescension, provoking a sense of unease in the air.

"You're one of those perverse ones, I think I need to teach you a lesson, you filthy piece of-" Gil-o's threatening words were cut short as I swiftly intercepted, seizing his wrist in a forceful grip, twisting it in an uncomfortable angle that elicited a piercing cry of pain from the man.

“Continue talking, I DARE YOU,” venom laced my voice as I maintained the pressure on his wrist, his pained expression urging me to retaliate further.

“C'mon, say something. Cat got your tongue or what?! Huh?!” My voice rose, drawing the attention of onlookers, as I held Gil-o in a vice-like grip, asserting my authority.

“This is for thinking you could say whatever the hell you felt like saying to my Hybrid,” my tone was laced with unwavering resolve as I broke his wrist, compelling a cry of agony from the man writhing in pain on the ground.

“This is for thinking odious thoughts about me and my hybrids,” my voice remained firm as I snapped a bone in his arm, his wails filling the air with anguish.

“And finally, this is for thinking you could put your filthy hand on my Hybrid, especially without his consent,” a surge of protective fury coursed through me as I crushed his fingers one by one, sending waves of excruciating pain through his body, rendering him helpless and humiliated on the ground.

It was a tense moment in the room as my men escorted the wailing man out.

The atmosphere was thick with fear and everyone's eyes avoided meeting mine. I took a seat calmly, not fazed by the commotion I had just caused.

As I settled back into my chair, I turned my attention to Jimin, who appeared visibly shaken by the events that had unfolded.

With a soft tone and a hint of concern, I addressed him, trying to comfort him amidst the chaos surrounding us.

"Hey, sweetie, are you okay?" I inquired gently, hoping to alleviate some of the distress he was feeling.

Jimin's wide-eyed stare and gaping mouth indicated his shock, leaving him at a loss for words in the face of the unexpected situation.

Despite the tension in the room, I attempted to maintain a sense of composure and control, showing a softer side in my interaction with Jimin.

Jimin's POV

In that intense moment, emotions surged through me like a ferocious storm. My heart pounded with a mixture of adrenaline, gratitude, and disbelief at what had just transpired.

As I braced myself to confront the man who had instigated the unsettling situation, an unexpected twist unfolded before my eyes. The woman by my side, in an act of unparalleled courage and solidarity, shielded me from harm.

The sheer audacity of her actions left me speechless. It was a rare experience to have someone go to such lengths to defend me, reminiscent of the unwavering support I had only known from my own brothers.

Every fiber of my being was touched by the depth of her loyalty, and it was a struggle to maintain composure amid the overwhelming wave of emotions that washed over me.

Her gaze bore into mine, overflowing with genuine concern and kindness. Despite the chaos that had just unfolded, her words resonated with warmth and reassurance, wrapping around me like a comforting embrace.

It was as if she had effortlessly transitioned from a delicate, nurturing presence to a fierce, unstoppable force, leaving me in awe of her unwavering strength.

In that poignant moment of connection, I found solace in her unwavering support. With a silent nod of acknowledgment, a silent understanding passed between us.

Her smile held a promise of unwavering loyalty, a silent pledge to always stand by my side and protect not just me, but all of us who stood united in the face of adversity.

Her touch on my thigh sent a jolt of comfort through me, a physical reassurance that mirrored the depth of her unwavering commitment.

The gentle pressure of her hand, the rhythmic motion of her soothing gesture, conveyed a silent message of solidarity and support.

In that fleeting yet profound moment, I felt a sense of security knowing that I was not alone, that her unwavering presence would be a beacon of light in even the darkest of times.

As I absorbed the depth of her actions and the sincerity of her words, a newfound sense of gratitude and respect blossomed within me.

In a world where strength and compassion are often seen as conflicting, she embodied a rare balance of both, serving as a guiding light in the tumultuous sea of emotions that enveloped us.

In her simple yet profound gesture, I found a glimmer of hope and a renewed faith in the power of human connection.

And as we faced the unknown together, I knew that her unwavering presence would be a constant source of strength and solace, a reminder that in the face of adversity, we are never truly alone.

Yoongi's POV

Observing her since the moment she purchased us for that exorbitant sum has been an intriguing experience, to say the least.

Initially, my perception of her was tinged with a hint of skepticism, as I entertained the notion that she might be one of those individuals harboring unconventional and perhaps questionable desires, particularly in seeking out seven rare predator hybrids.

There was a certain air of ostentation surrounding her, leading me to speculate that she might be someone enamored with displaying affluence that wasn't entirely earned, a characteristic often observed in those who revel in the ostentatious flaunting of wealth without a second thought.

Despite these initial reservations, I must admit there was an undeniable allure about her upon our first encounter. A mysterious pull that hinted at a deeper complexity beneath the surface, one that I hesitated to acknowledge openly.

As time passed, my perceptions began to shift. Witnessing her assertive and uncompromising demeanor as she asserted her dominance over someone of her own kind in defense of a species considered inferior by societal standards, I couldn't help but be drawn to the darker, more enigmatic facets of her character.

In stark contrast to the superficiality often associated with affluent social circles, she exuded a sense of depth and intrigue that set her apart from the typical affluent elite or individuals who merely squandered inherited wealth.

There was an inherent sense of danger and unpredictability that accompanied her every action, a quality that both thrilled and unsettled those in her orbit.

Unlike the vapid materialism of her counterparts or the insatiable cravings for fulfillment seen in disenchanted spouses or privileged youths, she embodied a multifaceted persona that defied easy categorization.

Beneath her formidable exterior lay a veil of mystery, hinting at secrets and unknown truths waiting to be unveiled. It was this enigmatic quality that set her apart, shrouding her in an aura of intrigue and unease that captivated the attention of all who crossed her path.

Reflecting on the way Heaven's presence has affected me and the others, I find myself in a state of both intrigue and caution. The magnetic pull towards her is undeniable, a force that tugs at my instincts as a hybrid.

While I strive to maintain a sense of wariness, I concede that she has proven herself to be a figure of safety in our midst.

The recent discussions among our group have shed light on the complexities of our possessiveness towards our assigned humans. It is a natural inclination for hybrids like us to exhibit possessive tendencies, a primal instinct rooted in our genetic makeup.

However, the intensity of Jimin's protective aura towards Heaven has brought forth a heightened sense of vigilance and curiosity among us.

The peculiar aspect of Jimin's behavior lies in the fact that his possessiveness extends beyond the usual boundaries observed among hybrids.

Typically, such displays serve as a signal to other hybrids that a human has been claimed, but in this case, it seems to transcend such norms, piquing our interest and triggering a sense of impending change within our group dynamics.

As I observe the dynamics unfolding within our circle, it becomes apparent that the manifestations of possessiveness vary among us.

While Jimin and Taehyung exhibit more overt signs of attachment to Heaven due to their frequent interactions with her, the rest of us navigate this uncharted territory with a degree of restraint and contemplation.

The enigmatic allure of Heaven Valentino remains a source of fascination for me, a puzzle waiting to be unraveled. Her presence evokes a sense of curiosity and intrigue within me, prompting a desire to delve deeper into the mysteries that surround her.

In the midst of uncertainty and evolving dynamics, I find solace in the prospect of unraveling the enigma that is Heaven.

Despite the uncertainties that lie ahead, I am drawn to the challenge of understanding the depths of her essence and the profound impact she has on all of us.

3rd Person POV

The lights in the room suddenly went off and the sound of a gun being fired was heard. The entire room was filled with the smell of gunpowder, creating an eerie atmosphere.

The sound of people screaming and heavy footsteps echoed through the room, heightening the tension in the air.

“Let the show begin,” Heaven said with a malicious glint in her eyes, sending shivers down the spines of those around her.

The men all swiftly got into position as Black Eagles' men lunged at them, a chaotic battle unfolding before their eyes.

Heaven calmly removed her coat and assumed a fighting stance, her movements fluid and precise.

As one of the men threw a punch in her direction, Heaven effortlessly dodged it and counterattacked, throwing him over her shoulder and onto a nearby table with a loud crash.

Seemingly unfazed, she then faced two other men wielding knives, a devious smirk playing on her lips.

With impeccable agility, Heaven swiftly maneuvered out of the way, performing a backflip that caused the two men to collide with each other, their own weapons piercing through their bodies with a sickening squelch.

Rushing to the side of the room, Heaven activated her earpiece with a sense of urgency.

“Jay now!” she ordered, her voice commanding and authoritative.

More men flooded into the room, engaging in fierce combat with the initial group as the tension escalated. Heaven wasted no time and sprinted towards her hybrids, who were holding their own in the chaotic confrontation.

“Joon, cover me!” she directed, pulling out her gun to provide support. Namjoon quickly sprang into action, coming to her defense and skillfully dispatching the assailants in his path with calculated precision.

A sudden, piercing growl of pain echoed through the room, causing a momentary freeze among the hybrids and Heaven. Their heads turned in unison towards the source of the sound, dread settling in their hearts.

Jungkook had just been shot, his body sprawled on the ground in a pool of blood.

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Hey there, gorgeous readers!🥰

I hope you enjoyed this chapter of our story. Wasn't that ending just a rollercoaster of emotions?

I know, I know, poor Kookie getting shot broke all of our hearts! Writing that scene was just as heart-wrenching, but hey, that's what makes a good story, right?

But hey, no worries! Things will definitely start looking up in the next chapter. Trust me, I've got some exciting twists and turns planned that will send you on a wild ride.

So buckle up and get ready for the next part of our adventure!

And hey, don't forget to leave your comments and a like.

Your warm thoughts and feedback mean the world to me and keep me inspired to keep churning out more chapters for you all to devour.

Your support is what keeps me going, and I can't thank you all enough for being the best readers ever!

Sending all my love to each and every one of you! 🤭😜

Your cheesy Author-nim.

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feminegra · 4 months

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Elena Rios vs. Tenoch Huerta

Feb-Mar 2022: Tenoch and Elena collaborate at a human rights event as representatives of Poder Prieto. Tenoch also shows support for Elena's case on his Twitter, emphasizing justice and solidarity.

May 29, 2022: Tensions rise in Elena's public actions as her behavior hints at seeking Tenoch's attention through dramatic gestures and heightened language. She expresses a deep, personal desire for communication from Tenoch, indicating her actions might be more about personal connections than advocacy.

Jun 7, 2022: Elena's dramatics continue as she films herself jumping a barricade outside the national palace, seeking a private audience with President AMLO. Despite the president's accessibility to citizens, her approach suggests a quest for special treatment or attention. A private conversation reveals her attempts to catch Tenoch's attention, undermining the seriousness of her public advocacy.

Oct 13, 2022: Tenoch continues his longstanding commitment to anti-racist advocacy in Mexico, a stance that often attracts backlash from conservative critics. He publishes "Orgullo Prieto," a book that delves into the pervasive racism in Mexico, sharing personal experiences and challenging national denial of racial issues. The book's candid approach stirs conversations, particularly among those who deny systemic racism.

Nov 11, 2022: "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever" is released, earning critical acclaim and massive box office success, grossing $860M. Tenoch's role earns him a nomination for an NAACP Image Award. Amidst this career high, attempts to cancel him on social media emerge, leading to speculation about the motives, given the timing with his rising profile. Despite the controversy, Tenoch's following grows significantly, reflecting a surge in international recognition and support.

Nov 26, 2022: The President of Mexico, Andrés Manuel López Obrador, posts a photo on Twitter showing himself and Tenoch Huerta watching a World Cup game, signifying Tenoch's influential status and his growing prominence.

Dec 3, 2022: During an interview with Astillero Informa, Elena Rios makes a last-minute claim, labeling Tenoch Huerta as a "predator." She strategically positions this accusation towards the end of the conversation, limiting opportunities for detailed follow-up questions or immediate clarification.

Jan 25, 2023: In response to the directive for Elena's alleged acid attack assailant to be placed under house arrest, President AMLO intervenes to reassess the case, emphasizing justice and due process. Consequently, the initial decision to grant house arrest is overturned, reflecting a commitment to a thorough and fair legal process for such serious allegations.

April 9, 2023: Tenoch addresses increasing defamation, particularly after a photo with President López Obrador circulates. He reaffirms his dedication to anti-racism efforts and condemns the invasion of privacy and spread of misinformation. Expressing concerns for his family's safety amidst the controversy, he emphasizes his commitment to combating systemic injustices. Notably, this date marks his last Twitter update, followed by a period of silence.

April 13, 2023: Elena's relationship with Poder Prieto deteriorates dramatically as she publicly criticizes the organization and launches a direct attack on Tenoch Huerta's character. Urging women to stop supporting him and tagging Marvel Entertainment in her tweet, Elena appears to aim her criticisms at affecting Tenoch's professional relationships, highlighting a significant and personal escalation in their public dispute.

June 8, 2023: Elena Rios publicly denounces Poder Prieto on Twitter, alleging they failed to pay her for work and shared her content without permission. She insinuates Tenoch's involvement in these grievances, even though he had left the organization by then. Poder Prieto refutes the claims, clarifying their limited role as a recommender of the podcast involved and their swift action to retract support once issues were raised.

June 12, 2023: Fernanda Tosky accuses Tenoch of misconduct in a tweet, referring to an event that supposedly occurred seven years prior. However, social media users uncover evidence of Tosky's positive engagement with Tenoch's posts over the years, leading to skepticism about the authenticity and motivation behind her allegations, given the continued friendly online interactions despite the alleged incident.

June 12, 2023: Tenoch issues an official statement denying Elena's allegations, affirming that their past relationship was consensual. He accuses Elena of distorting facts post-breakup and highlights the legal measures he is taking to protect his reputation amidst the escalating public discourse.

June 15-16, 2023: Elena responds with her own statement on Twitter, casting Tenoch as manipulative, emotionally coercive, and accusing him of stealthing. She attempts to implicate Poder Prieto as well, suggesting the organization supports a pattern of misconduct associated with Tenoch, even labeling it as a "Tenoch cult," thereby intensifying the personal and public dispute between them.

June 19, 2023: Amidst the unfolding controversy, Tenoch continues to publicly deny the allegations against him. However, the extent of the issue has professional repercussions, leading him to withdraw from an upcoming Netflix project, reflecting the significant impact of the accusations on his career and personal life.

June 22-28, 2023: Elena escalates her campaign against Tenoch on Twitter, accusing him of emotional manipulation and "stealthing," but fails to provide solid evidence. Instead, she relies on anonymous accounts to support her claims:

The 1st anonymous account insinuates Tenoch's involvement in a "stealthing" incident, yet the claim lacks concrete evidence or details.

A 2nd anonymous source accuses cultural promoter Raciel Rivas of "stealthing" and attempts to link Tenoch to these behaviors, suggesting he was dismissive of the concerns. This account further alleges being marginalized after raising the issue, implying Tenoch was favored in some way.

The 3rd anonymous account describes a sexually explicit dialogue with Tenoch, characterizing their interactions as primarily sexual and implying a pattern of inappropriate behavior.

Elena's reliance on these anonymous and unsubstantiated accounts raises questions about the validity and motivations behind her accusations, casting a shadow over the integrity of her claims.

June 25, 2023: Elena continues to stir controversy by accusing Raciel Rivas of "stealthing," a serious allegation of non-consensual act, and implicating Tenoch as supportive of such behavior. She broadcasts these accusations based on unverified claims, thereby publicizing personal grievances without due diligence. In response, Raciel and his ex-girlfriend Ruth publicly refute the accusations, with Ruth releasing a video denying any such abuse, directly challenging the credibility of Elena's narrative. This sequence of events highlights the potential harm and irresponsibility involved in making public accusations without solid evidence.

June 26, 2023: Elena accuses Poder Prieto of failing to compensate her for her contributions to a podcast, an allegation the organization denies. Feis Buk Malinche, the actual podcast producer, acknowledges a debt of 650 pesos to Elena, revealing attempts to settle this amount on six separate occasions from August 2022 to June 2023. This information contradicts Elena's claims against Poder Prieto and demonstrates the importance of fact-checking and direct communication in resolving disputes. As of the latest update, Elena has not publicly addressed Feis Buk Malinche's statement, leaving unresolved questions regarding her accusations.

#elena rios #tenoch huerta

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today i rewatched black panther. in the past few years, before this rewatch, i had soured a little on it. i think i understand why.

i first watched black panther in theaters with my high school black student union when i was 17. i was in my senior year, in the midst of my first heartbreak, and had never seen a single marvel movie. it was spectacular.

the experience of watching black panther wasn’t one that stayed at the theater, like most movies did for me, it spilled into my online world. it felt like every black person i knew was talking about it. 2018 had been a hard year for us in the united states, in ways i hadn’t fully processed yet, but felt profoundly and silently hurt by. but this movie was a moment of joy. black people showed up to theaters in traditional wear, we gave each other the wakandan salute in a mixture of coy reference and earnest connection, we laughed, we laughed, we made the most out of a good thing like we always do. we had nuanced discussions about our community on a scale i had never experienced before.

i watched it again when i showed it to my mom and it started our quest of watching every single marvel movie in order. i enjoyed most of them just fine in the moment, but they dulled when looked at with an analytical eye.

i went to college. i reconnected to writing. i learned more about the kinds of storytelling i loved. i also, in my largely white college, had my blackness directly challenged in a way that wasn’t just systematic and structural, but personal on a scale i had never experienced before. hand in hand with these new levels of pain came a fiercer protective love of my identity. the summer of 2020 happened. like erik’s father, seeing the truth of this country laid bare and bleeding and undeniable, i was radicalized.

i watched more marvel movies. i liked them less and less. they became emblematic of the patterns i detested in mainstream formulaic storytelling. they became okoye’s “guns… so primitive.” with an ugly twist of u.s military propaganda and uninspiring emotional climaxes.

i did not think much about black panther. in these very busy years key aspects of it slipped my mind and it was shuffled it into a media category in my brain that labeled it as “black!!! ….but still marvel -_-“

and then, today

black panther starts with a father telling his young son the worn-smooth history of a people, his people, that he never had the chance to be a part of, of a richness of culture and community that he wouldn’t glimpse until the last days of his life. erik was a child who found panther claws in his father’s chest, and grew up in hardship knowing that not only was there a prosperous home for black people, but they were the reason he was without a father. he wasn’t able to face his trauma, so he grew a violent shell around it to protect himself. (later, when he visits the ancestral plane, he is separated from the iridescent grasses by his small apartment and dead father’s regrets. he is a boy again for moments, helpless in the face of death and crying before hardening himself to the father he so mirrors. he bursts out the unfamiliar ceremonial sands, gasping like a man being hunted and sets fire to the first thing within reach.) the question on whether killmonger was “right” is a question that feels too shallow to be the leading question on what he represents.

black panther casts a sharp light on the way the way black pain shapes us young in erik. it speaks to an black anger i hadn’t fully tapped into when i was 17 but now know intimately. this movie speaks to the tension between second generation black people and the african identity in erik and t’challa, cousins who never had the chance to grow up together and see another sunset side by side. this movie speaks to the tensions between genders in the black community with the dora milaje and w’baki’s border tribe men. this movie did not paint wakanda as a monolith of perfection, but as a complex civilization. there is young shuri who lays less heed to traditions, there are the isolated jabari who have grown distant and resentful of the rest of wakanda, there is nakia who can’t live in paradise when there are african people with nothing, there is t’chaka and his secrets, there is pervasive fear of the world cutting into wakanda like cake if their home was revealed, fear strong enough to look away from horrific cruelties, there is t’challa, a good man and therefore a troubled and conflicted king. this movie, a blockbuster marvel movie, said the quiet part out loud with how the world has ground the gears of progress in our labor and paid us dust in return. this movie starts and ends with black kids playing ball in a vacant lot. this movie knows that black people have always carved joy and community out of cracks in the concrete.

and beyond all this, there is the sheer delight i feel at seeing a movie so bursting with black people. this movie showed afro-futurism at a scale and budget leagues past anything i had ever seen before. this movie celebrates the practicality and intricacy and intelligence and beauty in african traditions. this movie nudges me at moments of arrogant white ignorance of blackness and says “can you believe they live like this?” and it is a JOY to have that feeling after a lifetime of films in this genre that relegated us to comic relief, to the person clueless and in over their heads, to the supporting role, to agent ross locked in a room while the spotlight points somewhere else. this movie walked black, it talked black, it did not make itself smaller or less complex for nonblack consumption.

i don’t think i understood all of this when i was 17. but i felt it.

i am not a person who is immensely knowledgeable about film as a genre and art to the technicalities. but that’s not what this review is about. i do not think this movie is perfect, but it gave me a five star experience. four years later, i have grown up in countless ways and still, this movie rang profoundly in my heart. and still, i am taking feelings from it that tug at me enough that it feels necessary to spend this time trying to articulate at least some of them.

black art is one of my favorite things in the world because of how meaningful it is for me to find specificities of my black experience mirrored back to me and shown as something beautiful, powerful, worth centering creations around when often it feels like the force of the entire nonblack world pushing against it. this movie feels like a victory, it feels like a conversation, and it tastes sweet on my tongue.

#i wrote this for letterboxd but i'm posting here bc with wakanda forever out (which i'm seeing this week !!) i'm sure there are black people #on here thinking about the Impact this movie had and i want to join the collective thought and add to the discussion #i love black art!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#black panther #chats

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