#I should add the ring is meant to be an engagement ring

[juanjoltaire]

oh sure lemme just casually get back into drawing for fun by choosing the hardest damn angle of the face to draw good idea yes cool

#les miserables #enjolras #fanart #artings #posting this so i don't mess with it anymore #I should add the ring is meant to be an engagement ring

[charliedawn]

Hi! Can I request how the Slashers will react to their favorite nurse having an engagement ring on her? And they actually fell in love with her. (Also, can you add Five please 🥲, he's very much my comfort character.)

Five Hargreeves :

Five was the first to know.

He knew just by looking at you. The way you almost glowed and were smiling from ear to ear all week made him suspicious. And then, the coup de grace…The ring. He was sitting at his own private bar when you joined him and his eyes were immediately drawn to the shiny ring. Suddenly, everything clicked and he stared at the drink in his hand…his hand shaking slightly.

"…So, you found someone ?"

He was happy for you, or at least he tried to convince himself he was.

He wished you would say no. He wished you would realise how much you meant to him at that exact moment…but you didn’t.

Your smile almost burnt him when you answered affirmatively. He took a big gulp of his whiskey—savouring the burn. He knew it was impossible. You were a nurse. And he was…just a kid. You would have never seen him as anything else. And it made him rage against himself for even entertaining the idea you would ever consider a future with him. Physically, he was too young. And mentally ? He was too old…You would have never worked.

So, he smiled and raised his glass to you.

"Congratulations, Y/N. You deserve it."

Once you were out of the room, that glass went flying across the room to end up shattered against a wall…shattered like Five was.

Jack Torrance :

Jack is good at hiding his emotions—even from himself. He had spent weeks wondering if he should ask you out on a date. He had spent his time thinking and planning and rehearsing what he would say and do. He thought it would be his moment to shine and leave all the bad shit behind…But then, he saw the ring.

"Hey. That’s a…That’s a nice ring you got there."

He smiled and said he was happy for you. And you believed it. Of course you did. Because, he was a good comedian. The best. He had learnt to just drown his emotions when he died, because if he was to feel anything…He’d lose himself. He had to suffer the loss of his family, his career, his life…What was one more loss to the lot ?

However, once you were out of the room ? He lowered his glass and his shoulders shook as he gripped the glass tightly in his hand to breaking point…He was too late. Again.

"Damn it…"

That was Jack’s true reaction to the news. He was disappointed for sure. He knew he should have acted before…But, what was the point ?

What would you have done with the ghost of a past long forgotten ?

He just started drinking again and chuckled bitterly at his own misery. He had wished for a better end, but that end had just slipped through his fingers like a dream…He would maybe write about it later ? But, what was the point ? He could write his feelings, but you’d never read them.

Pennywise :

You were at the dinner table and when Pennywise sat in front of you, he could feel that something was different. The other slashers were strangely quiet, so of course he’d have to ask.

"Why is everyone so quiet ?! Please. Tell me someone died !" He snickered, but nobody answered. Finally, he looked at you and tried to find the reason for the sudden silence…You then showed him your ring.

"Pennywise. I am engaged.", you announced with a smile. His own smile dropped.

He knew perfectly well what engagement meant. He understood now why all the others were so quiet. He could read their emotions. All of them were disappointed…He just didn’t know why until you had shown the ring…

"…Congrats."

"…Thanks."

That was the most awkward congratulations you had ever heard. He glanced back at your hand. Even though he had tried to sound genuine, he couldn’t bring himself to smile again. It was the first time you had seen Pennywise so serious.

He then decided to avoid you. You didn’t understand why, but he simply vanished. He didn’t even show up at meals anymore…

When something upsets Pennywise, he tends to avoid it. So, he decided to avoid you. He knew it was a childish and nonsensical reaction to the news…But, he couldn’t being himself to care. Because, he understood perfectly the feelings of the other slashers.

He never thought he would have to deal with emotions again…But, it seemed like he was wrong.

Michael Myers :

Michael stayed silent. He had nothing to say…

Well, he normally doesn’t say much, but this time you could actually feel the awkwardness in the room. He knew he didn’t have the right to dream…but, he still did. You were the only one who truly understood him and that Myers had ever spared. He wanted you to love him. But, it didn’t matter at the end…

He wrote down on his notebook:

Congratulations.

Even you could feel that he didn’t mean it, but you didn’t comment on it. However, he didn’t expect it when you removed his mask and stared at his face—studying his features. He wasn’t smiling. His teeth were clenched and his eyes were dark.

"…Michael.", you muttered softly and raised your hand to stroke his cheek…but he grabbed it before you could.

"Don’t."

He could see the pity in your eyes and it hurt more than anything. He then retrieved his mask and walked away. He couldn’t pretend to be happy about the news. And now, you knew about his feelings too.

Bo Sinclair :

Bo was working on a car when he asked you to hand him a tool. When you did, his eyes caught the ring around your finger and he suddenly forgot all about the tool. He grabbed your arm and stared at the offensive jewel in frightening silence.

"…Bo ?", you called him after a while.

When he saw you with that ring, it made him tick and realise that you had a life outside of the hospital—one he had no idea about. And it made him mad. You had never seen him so quiet before and he didn’t answer. He finally released your arm and left without a word. After that, you had trouble catching him and when you eventually did ? His reaction wasn’t the one you expected.

"…Whatya want from me, Y/N ?! A congrats and pat on the fuckin’ back ?! Alright. Congrats ! And hope you have a great life with yer fucker !"

He took out his frustration on you. Bo usually handles his emotions with his fists and his words. But, of course he wouldn’t come to hands with you. So, he’d either ignore you or be harsh with his words. Or, he’d go out to a bar and start a fight. Anything but confront you about his feelings and confess that he was jealous.

Jason Voorhees :

Jason was angry. The moment he saw the ring on your finger, he knew what it meant. His mother had carried hers for years and he had inherited it. He thought you’d be the one carrying his ring, but it seemed he had waited too long. His reaction would first be denial before he would suddenly break everything in his path and try to start a fight with anyone he’d come across. Jason doesn’t handle emotions very well and most often than not, he’d break things in order to let his frustration out.

He spent hours in the forest chopping wood and no one dared come to check on him—except you.

"Jason…?"

He didn’t answer, but he was there. You could hear him breathing and you sighed before sitting on a log. You waited for him and soon enough, he sat down next to you and you noticed how his whole body seemed tense.

"Jason…It’s not because I am engaged that I will forget about you, you know that right ?"

He still didn’t answer. He was doing his best to remain calm and when you moved to touch his shoulder—he recoiled from your touch. It was the first time Jason was reacting this way with you. And what he did next made your eyes widen in shock. He retrieved his mother’s ring from his pocket and wordless put it in your hand.

By the time you understood what he meant to say, he was already gone.

Freddy Krueger :

"~How sweet…"

He gave you the best fake smile he could muster before turning around and leaving. Truth is ? Freddy was the less angry out of all the slashers. He doesn’t believe in marriage or engagement or anything…The only problem he had with you being engaged was that he had lost his chance getting into your pants. Or, that’s the reason he’d give to anyone who would ask. Because of course you’d be faithful. You were the only person in the hospital who ever gave a shit about him.

You were kind and honest and fuckin’ perfect. So, of course Freddy didn’t stand a chance in hell. You were the complete opposite of him. You were an angel and Freddy was a demon. And that made him love you and hate you even more. It hurt…But, it didn’t matter. Because, he was already broken to begin with.

Norman Bates :

He thought he had a chance, but the moment he saw the ring…something snapped in Norman. It started with a twitch of his jaw and suddenly, his smile was gone. There was nothing left in his gaze than an intense emptiness—a void which seemed to swallow you whole. He took a step forward and for the first time…You were scared of him.

There was something murderous in his eyes—something dark.

When he leant forward, your heart hammered in your chest, but he simply smiled knowingly before kissing your cheek.

"Congratulations, my little angel."

There was not a single word in that sentence that he truly meant, and you both knew it all too well. But, you smiled and tried to hold back the tears. You left and Norman was left with his regrets.

Penny :

"Why ?"

You turned around to face Penny. He was the last one. He didn’t understand, but his expression changed to cold numbness as he repeated.

"Why, Y/N ? You know how we all feel about you…That ring. You knew what that ring would do to us…So, why ? Why hurt us like this ?"

You had always suspected Penny to be smarter than he pretended to be…but you didn’t think he would be the first one to figure it out. Your expression softened as you tried not to cry.

"I’m sorry, Penny. Turns out I wasn’t as special as you all thought I was…"

It was simpler this way…It was better than to admit that you were scared. You thought you were past the fear…but, it seemed not. There was still a fear to be conquered. You had grown too attached to the slashers. And of course you knew how they felt about you, but so did you. You felt so strongly…but, you couldn’t do anything about it.

You were human. And you still had a life outside of the hospital. They couldn’t understand…but, you hoped that with time they’d understand. You only had one life, and you couldn’t give them false hope. You couldn’t be with them forever, and that ring was a reminder. Not only for them, but for you as well.

Penny snarled and grabbed the hand where the ring was to glare at it. He hated it. He didn’t want to see you belonging to someone else than him…It affected him more than he cared to admit.

Suddenly, he wrapped his hand around your ring finger and you suddenly felt a sharp pain. He released you, but then you heard a series of metallic sounds hitting the floor. When you looked down, your eyes widened as you saw your ring—shattered in pieces.

You looked back up at him, but he was gone.

The message was clear though.

He would never accept it…

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 2017 #pennywise 1990 #slashers #pennywise x reader #michael myers x reader #freddy krueger x reader #jason voorhees x reader #five hargreeves x reader #jack torrance x reader #norman bates x reader #bo sinclair x reader

[izvmimi]

cw: slight angst. engagement mention. implied backstory - reader has a cursed technique, reader went to jujutsu high.

When Yuuta enters the french-style bistro café and you wave at him excitedly with both hands, the first thing his eyes are drawn to is the catching of light on the facets of your new engagement ring.

You notice this, too, and the thought of it makes you almost sheepish. Yuuta looks somewhat exhausted as always, dark circles a natural feature of his visage much like Kento’s harsh cheekbones or Megumi’s frown, but he smiles when he sees you, approaching quickly and taking a seat across from you.

You lean in, grinning. “I was worried you were going to ghost me!”

Yuuta offers you a soft smile. “I’ve never ghosted you, I’m just busy. I figure you know what that’s like once in a while?” 

You frown, deciding that you’re not exactly a fan of the jab, although it’s something to expect in your catching up. You’re usually the one who starts the teasing, and it’s been in that arrangement since your days together at Jujutsu High, but over time as your relationship developed, Yuuta became far more adept at teasing you back, and you realized quickly that you’re not as great at accepting what you dished out.

“I can still be busy without fighting curses 24/7,” you whine. “You know I was never meant for this shit.”

Yuuta doesn’t reply, instead turning his attention to the waitress who now that you’re no longer effectively being stood up, comes by to provide glasses of water. Yuuta orders a coffee and a sandwich, and you splurge with a pasta dish. 

“In the meantime, I guess I’ll just take all your missions,” he says flatly. You jut your lip out at him again.

“You’d think you’d actually be nice to me considering you haven’t seen me in person in six months, Yuuta-kun.”

Yuuta pauses, then tilts his head. He’s not exactly sure why he’s giving you such a hard time, but he won’t pretend any longer he doesn’t know why you called him out specifically. His eyes flash to the ring again. Your lips are still sealed but he can see the excitement practically on the tip of your tongue. Maki’s already told him over a week ago.

“Congratulations on your engagement, ___.”

You beam and thank him, and Yuuta remembers how quickly and easily you express your emotions, how fast you cry, how loud you laugh, and how bright the light in your eyes grows when you think of Yuuji. 

“I didn’t expect it, actually,” you add. Yuuta laughs as warmth sets in your cheeks and you wrinkle your nose.

“Considering you threatened to kill me if I killed him back then, I’d hope that this would be the outcome.”

You blink, and the scene returns to your mind. Yuuta squashing the ladybug curse you’ve sent to spy on him; you in angry tears pleading for your new friend’s life, for the absolution of a kind boy who liked you just a little too earnestly from the very first glance. You’d told him that night that the higher ups would use Yuuta to execute not just Yuuji, but the three of you  - you, Yuuta, Yuuji - the children whose executions were staved off by the same man, in one fell swoop. You’d told him he’d die too, even if you never developed the strength to become his executioner in turn.

“I still wish you had told me the truth,” you murmur. You’d said more than was right that night, thinking endlessly of whether or not your technique could really seal Rika if it came down to it, thinking of what it would be like to miss one of your best friends, but bygones are bygones.

“Probably should have.” Yuuta replies. His sandwich arrives and he thanks the waitress politely. You sprinkle black pepper heavily on your pasta before turning it on your fork. He bites into his sandwich and you watch him, slurping up your own noodles. Yuuta is quiet by nature, but this silence is heavily pregnant and makes you uncomfortable. The distance between you has grown, whether you like it or not.

You swallow your noodles and finally break the silence.

“Do you think I’m making a mistake, Yuuta-kun?” you ask, finally. Your voice is small now as if someone were to overhear you, enough that he just barely catches as he looks into his coffee mug, his reflection just barely visible on the surface of the drink. He looks up at you and forces his dark blue eyes to soften.

“Of course not.”

You breathe through your nose as your eyes meet his. “Is that all you think?”

Yuuta chews and swallows and holds your gaze.

“He loves you,” he replies, simply. You try to find a lie, a flicker of something repressed in his features, but find nothing. You’re not sure what exactly you’re looking for, but your heart stirs.

“I know,” you reply. 

There’s another pause. Then your shoulders sink.  You sigh and it’s light but Yuuta can tell when you’re trying not to cry.

“I don’t think my heart is a good enough match,”  you finally admit. Yuuta knows exactly what you mean by this - he understands your penchant for negativity more than Yuuji does, he knows what it’s like to feel darkness, something Yuuji constantly fights against. Yuuta’s hand moves slowly and pats yours on the table. It’s gentle and kind, but not intimate. He’s lost that right by now, and probably for good reason. 

“You’re the best thing that will ever happen to him, ___,” Yuuta reassures you. 

After all, you’re one of the best people he’s ever known.

A tear makes it past your lash line and you laugh, embarrassed as you pull your hand back to wipe it away. Yuuta thinks about how your hand feels to hold for just a few moments longer. He hasn’t held your hand ever, he thinks, but he knows Yuuji has. Many times over.

“I can’t believe I dragged you out to complain about my engagement,” you shake your head and slurp up more pasta. “I’m not talking any more for the next ten minutes, so you better tell me everything about Fukuoka.”

“Kill count first or sightseeing?” Yuuta jokes, and it makes you laugh. He smiles too, and fiddles with the ring on his own finger. Rika’s ring, a binding vow.

He hopes Yuuji’s curse of love will be strong enough to protect you forever.

#yuuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuuji x reader #daydreams: jjk #mimi's notes

[klonnieshippersclub]

Bonnie, The Bennett’s, Black Witches and The Magical Negro Trope & Mammy Trope - TVD META

Bonnie and the Bennett’s have very rich lore. It’s not glorified by the fandom unless it’s by Bonnie fans themselves. That’s the way it’s always been, no one paying any mind or deeper thought to Bonnie/and the Bennett’s outside of her fans. This isn't a new thing but I want to highlight this once again because I don’t think fans understand there is more than one negative trope rooted in Bonnie, the Bennett’s and black witches only.

Before we get into anything heavy let’s have some key-terms here: Let’s define a magical negro trope: where a black character appears in a plot solely to help a white character and then vanishes. Now what a mammy is: a black woman engaged to take care of white children or as a servant to a white family.

Everything in the series can be tied back to a Bennett witch. Let’s list a few things the immortality spell, immortals, the other side, the cure, supernatural hunters, creating rings to preserve life, the Gilbert device but only a Bennett witch can enchant it, prison worlds, the traveler's curse, vampires, hybrids etc…You name it without the Bennett’s creation there would be nothing. You would think because of this the Bennett’s would be respected in the narrative and by fans. Wrong. Some of these women aren’t even given actual names. Everyone can have a Bennett witch at their disposal but they won’t be respected either. Bennett blood is essential to certain spells. A loophole.

Let’s talk about Ayana. The Mikaelson’s were only able to become vampires because Esther stole Ayana’s spell. It is forgotten that Esther/Mikael begged Ayana to perform the spell first. The Mikaelson’s as humans trusted Ayana. Rebekah was in shock that a necklace from Ayana burned her. While Ayana remained unnamed this time while the story was told. Rebekah was talking about Ayana. Ayana was known as a healer and given Esther’s praises they were close. The series doesn’t show us why Ayana should value the Mikaelson’s but we do understand why Esther, her husband and children valued her. That infamous necklace that Rebekah loved belonged to Ayana. We don’t know about Ayana’s life outside of being a healer. We don’t know her marital status, how many children she could’ve possibly had and anything tied to her after the plot has used her up. One would think with how close Ayana was to the Mikaelson’s, they’d have some respect or acknowledge Bonnie but that never happens.

We see this in how Emily was enslaved to Katherine. Julie may have labeled Emily a handmaiden but we knew what that meant. Emily only had one request from Damon that he watch and protect the Bennett line which he never did. The black witches never ask much of anyone in the plot or ever given the chance too. Yet when a request is made no one ever meets said request for them. This form of slavery repeats again through Lucy. She claimed Katherine saved her life therefore she is indebted to her for however long she needs. Sheila has her hand in aiding the Gemini Coven, Beatrice helped with the Sirens.

There are other witches that are black who serve a purpose to aid in many and leave such as: Gloria, The Martin’s, Bree, Aja and her coven just to name a few. Friends of the main characters or enemies but quickly there and dropped. Originally due to all witches appearing Black fans believed they were all Bennett’s. Julie has no answer for why all witches that is until they weren’t. Remember witches were servants of nature. The Mikaelson’s popularity, Gemini Coven and other witches. Fills the space that Black witches were once in. Notice a pattern here?

Qetsiyah’s plot line should’ve centered on how she created immortality, the cure, and the other side. But Qetsiyah’s existence revolves around demanding and enforcing continuous revenge on Silas and Amara. Tying her into another repeated love triangle in the franchise. May I add that she and Bonnie are the only women to have been betrayed by a partner and criticized for their reactions. There’s nothing wrong when a man wants and craves power but Qetsiyah is considered the worst of them all. Here’s an amazing video that details Qetsiyah’s writing too. Please review.

Lastly, The Bonnie of it all:

Bonnie’s a loyal, powerful and brave woman. She doesn’t let anything happen to her friends if she can stop it. She cares for them. That kind of loyalty can be beautiful but equally harmful when Bonnie has no regard to her own feelings. She continues to give for everyone and her friends rarely return the favor. Bonnie’s never thanked or rewarded for being there. The friendships stop being equal very early. Her traumas aren’t valuable in the plot. We don’t know what Bonnie’s home looked like. If Bonnie does grieve it isn’t shown on screen. Her family life is limited, while Liz and Alaric aren’t main characters. They have their own plotlines. It is revealed that Abby’s reasonings for abandoning her is for Elena’s benefit. Abby is killed in a coin toss and transitioned. Caroline gets to have a good friend moment while Bonnie isn’t have any feelings towards her mother for abandoning her after. Rudy isn’t seen in the plot longterm and when he appears in season 5 he’s killed in front of Bonnie. She grieves this in silence while grieving her own death that she didn’t make aware to her friends to avoid inconveniencing them. The plot makes it clear if the white counterparts aren’t happy then Bonnie will never either. Elena, Caroline got happier endings while Bonnie’s job was completed. Bonnie never once got to call out how her friends can disregard her, she feeds into them and they grow while sucking the life out of her. In the end, Bonnie went back to Africa. Never any reference to her life from there.

Another thing Bonnie isn’t shown to be feminine. Her best friends go on dates, go to dances, dress up and receive compliments. Caroline or Elena has ever given Bonnie a compliment that aided in her beauty. We don’t know Bonnie’s ambitions or fears. But you are aware when Bonnie wants to save her best friend. Thoughts on Bonnie’s relationships and ships is for the next meta though.

White witches did follow the servitude of others. They were still given the privilege of agency that black witches were never going to have. Witches like Dahlia existed, and although she had one goal she had more personality than others.

When you have people like the TVD writers that continue to push harmful stereotypes there’s always going to fans who listen and continue to perpetuate those stereotypes. The writers had no value for Black women nor do the fans. They don’t care about how black women or people of color are treated in fiction or the media simply because their favorites get to reap all the benefits. That tweet is just one tip of the iceberg, there’s plenty more from Bonnie’s relationships, and storylines.

#the vampire diaries #tvd #anti Julie Plec #anti tvd #bonnie bennett #qetsiyah #sheila Bennett #Abby Bennett #Emily Bennett #Beatrice Bennett #Witch of the five #Bennett family #anti the vampire diaries #anti the originals #tvd meta #Tvdu #the originals #bonnie bennett deserves better #Anti Caroline dries #Fandom racism

[yeyinde]

It’s 2am and I feel angsty as helllllll - this is very rushed I just needed to get it out hahaha. Hope you enjoy it 🤍

But imagine it’s yours and Johns wedding day. Your guests have arrived, you’ve just finished putting the veil into your hair. Slowly pacing around the room, excited, anxious - waiting for whoever is walking you down the isle to come and tell you it’s time to leave.

You hear two quiet knocks at the door, “come in.” you pleasantly yell out, expecting to see your ‘giver-awayer’.

Instead you see John.

His in a dark navy suit, white shirt, champagne coloured tie. A white rose pinned to the lapel of his blazer, matching to your bouquet.

His eyes lit up, seeing you look so beautiful, so elegant in ivory. “Oh love, you look—“

“John, what are you doing here!” You interrupt him, sticking by the old wives tale that the groom should not see the bride before the wedding begins.

He expression fades, guilt, sorrow. He avoids your eyes as his shuts the door behind him.

“Love, please sit down for me?” His tone is gentle, eyes still haven’t met yours.

You sit on the hotels sofa, looking up at him. “John? I-is everything okay?”

He doesn’t say a word, he just sits; opposite end of the couch to you.

“John. You’re scaring me a bit now, please talk to me.”

His eyes snap up at you the moment you said you were getting scared, you were worried. He could see it plastered over your face and hear it laced in your voice. It stung him, he was doing this to you.

“I love you so much. Do you know that?”

He looks at you sternly, asking for reassurance that you know he does loves you.

You nod slowly, your concerned expression unchanged. Thoughts start to whirl, why is he saying this?

“I need to go.”

“What? Go where?”

“Away. There’s been a major development in something we’re involved in and—“ his eyes snap away from yours, once again, “—and they need me.”

And they need me—I need you John.

Your anxious state immediately changes to heartache. You try to gulp the dry lump that has formed in your throat. Tears brim your eyes. Any other bride would have screamed the village down, demanding he stayed - you thought about it. But you, you and John were different. This was his job, his livelihood. You couldn’t be the one to stand between it, even if it means getting hurt in the process.

Silence fills the room for a few moments, Johns eyes fixed to your engagement ring, yours to Johns face. Shame, guilt, frustration painted all over it.

“When do you need to leave?” Almost like whisper. You manage to push any anger aside, collecting yourself and your composure.

You were hurting, broken. John knew it, he was feeling the same. He hated himself.

“I’m being picked up within the next 15 minutes“ he grabs your left hand - you let him, eyes not moving from the engagement ring, caressing over it as he did so.

As much as you attempted to blink away the tears, they fell down your cheeks. You were still, painfully still. He looked up at you to see if you were still there with him. The tears on your face destroyed him.

“I’m so sorry—I shouldn’t—you don’t deserve none of this.”

He dropped your hands, abruptly raising from the couch. His hands rub over his face. You were fixed to the absent space on the couch where he was just sitting.

He used whatever leave he could have so you could get married, even it meant you’d have to wait a few months for your honeymoon, due to him being shipped out two days after. He asked his superior to confirm it to him three times - just to make triple sure that it was going to be the day he makes you his wife.

He looks at you, you look helpless. Absent minded. He sighs before kneeling down in-front of you.

“Say something love, please.” He pleads with you. Needing to hear your voice.

Your eyes flicker to him, causing more tears to leave them. God, you wanted to beg him to stay, but the way his gentle baby blues are filled with so much remorse yet still full of love - you couldn’t bare to be the one to add to his regret.

“Come back to me, John.” You barely whisper, your voice croaks from sadness.

Just as his name leaves your mouth, his phone rings. Your eyes close in defeat, you know it’s time.

He cradles your face and connects your foreheads, thumbs stroking away your tears. “Always.” He whispers.

You stay like that for only a short while. He releases you, stands up and plants a soft longing kiss to your head.

He heads for the door, before he exits he turns to you - like he’s looking at you for the last time. You give him a reassuring nod, and a sweet smile, signalling him that it’s fine to leave you.

And with that, he’s gone. And your left with the harsh reminder that John Price really does want to marry you, but he just married his job first.

UGH, THE ANGST!!! 😭 it hurts so good - i love this!!!

#fic recs #captain john price x reader

[romanstheory]

I'm The One a Jey Uso Fic pt 3/?

Warnings: Arguing, Language

Word Count: 900

18 +

Last Part

We wake the next morning to the sound of Jey's phone alarm, It's 5am. "Well good morning" Jey says throught his long stretch. "Good morning daddy" I say with a devilish grin. I was never the relationship type, but Jey has me thinking otherwise. Maybe it was the orgasm from las night talking, but he has me in a chokehold now. We get our things together and meet Jimmy in the lobby. Jey is grinning from ear to ear, walking with a little pep in his step. "Enjoy yourself last night?" I tease while we ride the elevator down to the first floor. "Best time of my life" Jey responds quickly "You look refreshed". It felt like he had me under a spell or something, but I was cool with it. I even liked it..... a lot.

He was soft yet assertive, caring yet dominate, sweet with spice. The perfect blend of everything, and good in bed. It was like he knew my body, what ways to push and apply pressure, when to be soft and when to pound me. I'm not sure what to call..... us right now...... but what ever we are I like it. Jey and I seemingly float through the hotel and to the lobby to meet Jimmy. Jimmy looks up from his phone and laughs "What the hell are you grinning about uce?" He chuckles. Jey tries to stop smiling when Jimmy looks over at me in lala land. "Oh I see, I'm the third wheel now" Jimmy laughs while we all head out the door.

The airport is crazy, I've always hated it. TSA is annoying, it's just so stressful. I huff my way through the entire clusterfuck that is the airport, and now we're waiting to board our plane. "So what y'all wanna do as far as Solo goes?" Jimmy says. "I think we should pop up on em at the show and get them to give us a match at SummerSlam". "Well there's three of us and two of them so unless they're feeling bold one of us is going to have to sit out" I begin "I have unfinished business with Solo, and Vince is already willing to bend the rules for me. I need this match..... I need to get him back". Jimmy nods. "Look uce I know you wanna get back and big dog but I need this too. I need to prove myself..... I need to shut him up" Jey says to Jimmy.

Jimmy ever had an issue with being ringside, so he was okay with doing it again for the sake of us getting our revenge. "Yall got it, I understand but I'm ringside because you know how Paul is" Jimmy says looking at both of us. We land in LA, the sun is almost blinding but it's beautiful. Our day of craziness begins...... Meetings, planning, hair, makeup, warming up. I keep catching Jey staring at me, his deep brown eyes make me melt like ice cream in the summer heat. No man has ever been able to do that to me before. Who would of thought i'd be head over heals for Solo's brother...... Not me.

"Alright I need you to stay outta the way because Solo is probably gonna be here soon" Jimmy says looking at me "I don't need you getting in trouble and ruining what we have planned". I huff and roll my eyes, Jimmy is right, I need to stay out of the way and be patient. I cant wait to get my hands on Solo. What he said to me after I lost my title rings in my head over and over again.

It's time.... Roman is opening the show doing his usual acknowledge me speech. USOOOOOO rings through the arena like lightening and out goes Jimmy and Jey shortly after I come out as well. Roman and Solo stand in the ring, disgust and shock smeared across their faces. My eyes lock on Solo, fierce and intense. "No no no no! Turn your asses around and get out of my ring" Roman demands. "Your ring?" Jimmy asks "Didn't you just get pinned by Jey in YOUR ring?". A scowl forms on Roman's face. "I think he meant MY ring" Jey adds. The twins and Roman carry on their banter as Solo and I engage in another cut throat stare off. "You know what, I'm not about the talking" I say looking at Roman and Solo "Jey and I have some unfinished business with you two". Roman cackles "So YOU wanna fight US? Little girl you could never"

I laugh getting closer to Roman "Seems like you're afraid to get knocked on your ass by a woman" I say. Jey looks at me, his eyes locking on my ass in my tight leather pants. Jimmy softly nudges him getting his head back in the game. "Ain't nobody scared of you" Roman says flustered. "Then prove it tribal bitch" I say, Jimmy and Jey's mouths hit the floor and they both laugh. The crowd begins chanting tribal bitch over and over again. "YOU CAN'T CALL ME THAT! RESPET ME! THIS IS MY SHOW!" Roman screams, throwing a fit "AT SUMMER SLAM BE PREPARED TO GET SMASHED!" The three of us laugh as the crowd continues to chant and Roman has a meltdown.... We did it!

#wwe #roman reigns #jey uso #jey uso one shot #the bloodline #solo sikoa #jimmy uso #the usos #i'm the one

[sometimes-i-write-4-you]

Heartless - a criminal minds episode\\part 3

part 1, part 2, materlist

- english is not my first language please exuse any spelling or grammer mistakes.

- this case is made up

- it happens around the.. 6th season, i think? so the team is Hotch, dave, Morgan, Prentiss, JJ and reid

- it will end up being Reidxreader kinda, tho my main focous is to create a plot line for an episode with a (y\n) charecter.

- lmk what you think - i try to make the charectes as in charecter i can :)

"it's a female, around the age of 24. she has an engagment ring on, and her heart missing, so we belive this is the same offender as the earlier crimes" the forensic team leader said, "she was strangled, real bad, i mean, she was dead for half the time she was strangled". Reid looked at Dave, they were both thinking the same thing. "that's the same overkill we saw on the other female victim" Dave finally said. "the dump site is different" (y\n) says. "yeah, so far it was allys, but this is a more public space - there is an ally about half a mile from here, but instead he chose to leave the body in the middle of the street" Reid says. (y\n) can't help but smile at the fact Reid agreed with them.

"he's getting bolder, or he could be trying to make a statment" Prentiss says. "won't he pose the body a certin way if he's making a statment?" officer Williams chimed in. "well, yes and no. putting the body out in the open could be a warning for cheaters. I mean, we relesed the profile, people know why he is targeting these specific victims" Derek says, looking around in hopes to notice a detail they missed. "once we have an identification on this vistim, we should have Garcia check if she was cheating" Prentiss says. "and monitor the fiances house for any packages" JJ adds.

"he did pose the body a certin way" (y\n) says. "huh?" JJ wonders, and her eyes follow the direction (y\n)s were set on, right across from the body. "the bakery across the street?" JJ said, "why would that be-" she wondered, but than she noticed the name on the bright pink sign. "rose's goods" JJ said. "that's one of the bakeries the wedding venues work with" Reid reminded everyone, tho you didn't need an eidetic memory to remember that."well, now we know for sure the unsub must be connected to the venues, but how?" Dave asked, putting everyones thoughts to words.

…

"okay, guys, our latest victim, Maya, was not cheating. i can not find anything remotly suspitius. the only man she was sending heart emojies to other than Roy, Her fiance, is her best friend David who is most definatly a friend of dorothys" Garcia says. "that's how gay men identified eachother in the 40, it is based on the charecter of Dorothy fro-" Reid starts one of his infamous info dumps, but Hotch cuts him off with a simple "yes Reid, we are aware of that". "okay" Reid mumbles, slightly disappointed he didn't get to finish, his eyes travel to the floor.

"well, if the unsub was'nt aware of the fact David is gay, he could have misinterpret their texts as flirting" Prentiss says. "it was pretty easy to see, i mean, he has photos of him and his boyfriend on social media" Garcia sighs. "that could mean he's devolving, the texts were enough to prove his.. delusion, he didn't care enough to dig deep like he did with the earlier victims" JJ says.

"guys, i just had a thought" (y\n) says, "i know we profiled a psycopath, and i am not saying we were wrong - but what if sending the hearts to the fiance is not meant to hurt them? what if in his delusion, he is giving the fiance what they deserved - the heart of their deceased partner?".

"that would make perfact sense - i mean, he took the term hertless as literal as it gets" Reid agrees with (y\n) once again and they couldn't be more proud. "if that's the case, he could be having a phsycotic break of some sort" JJ suggest. "and he is most definatly losing his grip on reality. we need to find him, and we need to do it soon" Hotch says.

…

"well, there are 26 males who got left by their cheating fiances, 3 of those were engaged to a man and 3 were over 30, so that leaves us with 20 potentional unsubs" Garcia says over the phone. "told you" Reid mumbles in his know-it-all tone, but no one takes it to heart. "does any of them have a connection to the wedding venue company?" Prentiss asks. "well, give me a minute… uhg… yes! Ron Sawyer works for a bakery connected to the venues, Eren Nicolas works for a security company that was hired by them a few times and Zayn Thompson is a florist who…" Garcia starts, and JJ finishes for her. "works at a flower shop that's connected to the venues" she says. "yeah" Garcia says, sighing. "were any of them at the venues at the days that the four victims visited there? i mean, we only lookes at the venues employees on our initial search" JJ sugests. "i'll get back to you on that in a few moments babes" Garcia smiles through the phone.

…

"the garden of eden venue… we still need to check. all venues had a breaching point, what if they also had a weak spot? our unsub may not be connected to the venues but sneak up there somehow, or get in through a false identety…" Prentiss says. "well, they refused to talk to us, they won't cocperate…" Derek sighs. "what if they didn't know they were talking to agents?" JJ sugestes, "i can go in with Reid, pretend we are a couple looking at venues". "if they saw us delivering the profile, they would know you are an agent…" Dave dismisses her idea, "we can't risk that, they could make a fuss". silence falls in the room until Hotch breaks it: "they never saw (y\n)".

all of the eyes in the room turn to (y\n). "no, no, i can't possibly do this, i- i am not quelified for this at all, and yeah, i took theater in high school, but i only played a small part-" they start to rumble, but dave laughs. "well, you know what they say, there are'nt any small parts, just small actors".

…

"i cannot belive that i am doing this" (y\n) sighs. "well, we will get through this. together" Reid smiles at them, offering them his hand. "fine" they sigh once again and take it. His skin is softer than they expected, not that they ever wonderd how his skin feels, because that is just weird, and holding his hand was… nice, really nice. more than they thought it would be. not that they thought about how that would be, you know, they only thought about it now, because of the assigment and not because they had a crush on the pretty wonder boy. no. most definetly no.

"are you okay?" Reid asks, stopping at the entrence. "yeah, i'm good, just, uh, nervous" (y\n) admits, not disclosing the reason they are nervous. it may have been a small part, but they nailed it. pretending to be Spencers fiance could be the straw that breaks the camels back, forcing them to admit to themselves what they've been ignoring ever since they joined the BAU. "well, you have nothing to be nervous about, i am sure you will love it here" An obnoxious voice the agents assumes belongs to the infamous DIane says. today she is wearing a bright green suit, her head up in a pony-tail so tight even Jojo Siwa would'nt wear it.

the three go in, and walk around. "this is the main entrence…" Diane starts, and she continues to talk but Reid and (y\n) are both not focosing on what she is saying. they look around, trying to look for an easy breach. they look at the people around, trying to see if theres anyone walking alone, looking at the venue. "-and now, would you like to see the yard? you got here just in time, we are holding a tasting in just a few minitues" Diane says.

"oh, my love, that sounds great" Spencer smiles, his hand leaving (y\n)s to place it on their waist. "it does" they smile back, resting their hand on his shoulder - he is much taller than them - to pull themselves up, and now that they have easy access they place a kiss on his left cheek, making the both of them blush. "oh, you two are just too cute" Diane smiles, but her eyes meet those of the man waving at her from behind the 'couple'. "excsue me" she smiles at them, "uh, Zayn!" she says, grabbing the forearm of an employee, "get them a glass of wine, won't you?". "yes maam" Zayn says, and dissaperas to get it, going in the opposit direction she is.

"i am sorry if i crossed the line by kissing you, i felt we need to sell it a bit more so she won't get suspicious" (y\n) says awkwardly. "oh, no, it was fine, even nice. a nice touch, i mean" Spencer says, almost letting the way he words the sentence reveal his true feeling about that small, innocent kiss.

…

"hey there choclate thounder" Garcia's voice sounds from the other side of the line. "hey there baby girl, got any updates for me?" Derek says. "you already know i do" Garcia's usual snark laced in her voice, "so, none of them were in the venues at all 4 days, but two of them were working on two of the days, they could have used their easy access to the premiss for the other two couples" Garcia says. "what are the venues they were at?" JJ asks. "well, Ron Sawyer was at the Crystall ballroom and the Garden of eden" Garcia says. "okay, and the other one?" Prentiss asks. "Zayn thompson, he was also at the crystal ballroom and at the whispearing willow" Garcia says.

"well, JJ and i checked The enchanted Castle venue, with the broken fence. if he was working for them he could have known that, he could have snuck in there and if he was caught just say he's there for work" Dace says. "when i talked with the whispearing willow after the last murder, they said their security is tight, that's impossible to get inside unless you are supposed to be there" Derek says. "well, that would make Zayn our more likely unsub, Garcia, what more do you have on him?" Hotch asks, and when Garcia come through with answears he sounds like the perfect fit.

"well, his parents got a divorce when he was 15, his dad cheated on his mom with the woman from next door who was also married at the time. he got suspended from school 4 tomes, all of those because of fist fights and other violent behavior. he's been a florist for about six months, but he is very, very good at his job, quick learner. before that he worked at cyber security, but he started performing horrible 8 months ago and got fired a month after. it appears that he was engaged to a Viola Gardner, but there aren't any photos of them together from later than… 8 months ago. their wedding was meant to take place at the Garden Of Eden venue and it did, i found photoes from the event on his friends socials… oh god" Garcia stops her word flow. "what is it?" Hotch asks. "Viola got engaged three weeks ago, to a Henry Lewis" Garcia says in shock.

"that must have been the trigger" JJ says. "and his Father chating with a married woman, sounds like a stressor to me" Derek says. "Garcia, where is he now?" Prentiss asks. "well, he is…" Garcia says, and the sound of her keyboard clicks is heard through the phone, "… at the Garden of eden venue, that's where.. that's where Spence and (y\n) are, right?".

"Prentiss, let them know the suspect is with them, they should locate him, tell them we are on our way" Hotch orders, and the team leaves the office.

#criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #derek morgan #penelope garcia #dave rossi #david rossi

[subzeroparade]

Doing the Writing Review 2023 open tag left by @tinygigas, because taking stock of the things you’ve accomplished is supposedly good for your mental health, or so I’ve heard.

(this tag is open so tag yourself and talk about your writing •ᴗ• unless this post has made you go "I should be writing" in which case, go write).

Words and fics  ➻ 151,905 words of exclusively Bloodborne work because I decided to give myself wholly and unconditionally to an almost decade-old fandom (as opposed to last year, exclusively Elden Ring) posted on AO3  ➻ 10 fics posted on AO3  ➻2 WIPs, one of which should be done by the end of the year. 

Ships ➻ Mostly Ludwig/Laurence, though I think in regards to the “Moon Divorce people come get your juice” tag, I too now count as Moon Divorce people. Also Caryll/Rom, rarepair of my heart. 

Top Fic by Kudos ➻ Litanies (73)

Top Fic by Hits ➻ The Feast We Were Promised (1,189)

Fandom Events  I organised/ran a little writing workshop for some friends & acquaintances that I think (and hope) went rather well. Everyone’s work was delightful and they took feedback with more grace and enthusiasm than many undergrads I’ve been paid to give these workshops to. 

Upcoming Projects ➻ The so-called Moon Deal fic - because I call it that - or at least Part 1 of it by the end of the year. ➻ Some short/experimental pieces if I can get around to it. Something to push me out of my comfort zone, in which I otherwise sit and refuse to budge. 

Writing Reflections  ➻ I am overjoyed to have had conversations here and elsewhere that have wrung entire fics out of me based on statements not even meant to be prompts - including, Laurence sits on Ludwig’s lap to shave him and Why does Gehrman dress like discount Dracula? ➻ The chance to do real, systematic studies of some of my favourite authors, and find new ones to add to my repertory. All writing is fundamentally derivative - so you might as well get intimate with the voices you love the most.  ➻ Under any and all flashy technical mastery and thoughtful research remains the primacy of storytelling. That’s the music. 

Thanks for reading, and especially to those who've taken the time to engage. It's WIP Wednesday, so a little snippet of upcoming work below the cut.

#bloodborne #writing #wip #wip wednesday #bloodborne fanfic

[apple835]

A long yet respectful rant about The Rings of Power

This are my thoughts and comments after watching the first four episodes, and although I want to clarify this is not a hate post, it is a negative review of sorts, and this doesn't mean that you should stop watching it if you enjoy it. With that out of the way.

I am of the posture that the Silmarillion and second age of middle earth should not be adapted, it's simply too monumental of a task and it would require a lot to keep them both faithful to the books and entertaining to the audience.

I had my doubts from the very beginning regarding the Rings of Power because there were some questionable choices made on the first stages of production, however I tried to watch it with an open mind, understanding the limitations and challenges of having split rights, I truly wanted to like it, even as a sort of inspired tv show, after all videogames like Shadow of Mordor exist and they are good even if they have nothing to do with Tolkien's works. So I'll number my issues, but I'll also try to point out some good things in the series, few as they may be.

Is it truly an adaptation?

I believe that as an adaptation, even if you can and should take some liberties in order to make it enjoyable in the new medium, should follow certain key points, certain plot lines, certain events that lead to a cohesive storyline, but if you alter it to the point it's unrecognizable from its source then why take the names? Why not make a new story? And yes, I know greedy capitalists, but let's only judge the series itself here, we'll talk about Amazon later.

Now, let's buy for a moment that they do in fact struggled to make sense of the few things written about the second age and had to add new characters in order to make it coherent. That still doesn't justify some of the changes they made, the had the rights to a lot of it and simply decided not to add it which leads me to

Galadriel

I hate her, not because she's stubborn and revenge driven, but because that's not what Galadriel is meant to be, to have her running around, flirting with some mortal dude, and screaming her way out of things is exactly everything she is not, she as a character is meant to be this elegant and classic woman whose strength lies on her words and influence, not her sword, she is strong because she is calm and wise, because of her femininity not in spite of it, and is also very much married which is also an important part of her character to the point 90% of the time they are referred to as "Galadriel AND Celeborn", and they do have the rights to it, why they chose to eliminate him is beyond me. It is this same kind of fundamental misunderstanding of the few books characters they have that makes this a whole different story.

Elrond being an ambitious politician? Dwarf friend instead of Celebrimbor? Swearing an oath? Elrond who specifically turned down kingship and told the fellowship not to make an oath because of how dangerous they could be? How can you misunderstand a character so fundamentally that you have them be everything they specifically are not.

The many plotlines

Why? They shrunk the timeline in order to fit both the forge of the rings, war with Eregion and Numenor's fall in a couple of years, all these are supposed to happen simultaneously (and I understand why they chose to do this so I won't complain about this); they are cramping all these events in a single moment, why would they need so many plots? I'll number them so far

Galadriel's revenge

Elrond's visit to the Dwarves

Celebrimbor building his forge

The Hobbits that are not called Hobbits alongside meteor man that is totally not Gandalf.

The elf-mortal romance in the southlands which subdivides into the elf meeting a Sauron wannabe, the woman leading the escape and the son having Sauron's sword I think.

Parallel to Galadriel's we have that man whose name I forgot but it's totally not Sauron

Elendil and Isildur family drama

7 plotlines out of which none are truly compelling or engaging, to be honest they are quite boring and half of the characters are downright annoying, and if not they are simply boring. The episodes are over an hour long, so why has nothing happened? The plot has not advanced in the slightest, even ignoring the liberties taken it's a boring series, and that's even worse than not being fateful to its source.

The characterization

The costumes are awful, there's no other way to describe them other than boring and plain, there's not a single moment in which I felt at awe, particularly when talking about the elves, they are supposed to be otherworldly so why do they look so plain? And yes, it's the lack of wigs and horrible choice to have their hair look like Harry Styles (no offense to him) but that's not a magical look for magical creatures that live forever and yes, the casting itself is awful Not because the black elf dude but because none of them feel like they are another race of immortal people and that's again a characterization problem, it's an awful cast because the ages are all off, Galadriel is the oldest of them all, why are they treating her like a child? Why does Celebrimbor looks so old in comparison? The Dwarves are ok though, the mortals too but again, the characters are as boring as their looks, and the Hobbits that are not Hobbits? They are the worst of it all, they bore me to tears and their costumes are jarring to look at, a complete eyesore, not a cast problem though

One praise

The scenarios are gorgeous, Numenor and Eregion particularly, they do feel like someone understood these places and put a lot of effort into making them feel as they should, so props there.

Final thoughts

I know why Amazon put Tolkien's name on this thing, again greedy capitalists, but they I still feel like someone at some point could have chosen to do this different but did not, and that goes beyond the greedy corporation desires, they gave the money, it's the showrunners who decided to be incompetent and ended up with something that is both and awful adaptation and a boring tv show, and it makes me sad because as much as I'm against adapting the professor's works I also believe they could have done a masterpiece like Peter Jackson LotR, which most agree are perfect adaptations, and it makes me sad rather than angry (which I still am)

For me it's a skip, if a show doesn't catch me in 3 episodes I'm out, no matter how much they put Tolkien's name on it.

Again, if you enjoy that's also fine, this is merely my opinion

#lotr #the hobbit #the silmarillion #tolkien #rings of power #the lord of the rings #gil galad #galadriel #elrond #celebrimbor #sauron #i'm not tagging everyone

[henrys-wee-hen]

No-one Fucks With The Lobos - Chapter 21

Finally got a chance to add to it! :D Enjoy!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48070186/chapters/123295873

I was in the office when Teddy came back in, working. As promised, I was prepared for him, ready for him… but the vibe was off when he stepped into the room. He looked… I don’t know. Sheepish? Guilty? My first thought was that he’d gone and done a line or something, but then I realised how stupid that was, since he wasn’t remotely twitchy or fast-paced. He was… solemn? Subdued?

“Hey, baby,” I murmured, smiling at him. It didn’t feel right to reveal that I was completely naked under his dress shirt. He looked at me and smiled smally, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “What? What happened?” Teddy closed the door, his movements slow and deliberate.

The second thought which crossed my mind was that he’d killed his mother, or that he’d decided I wasn’t good enough for him… I quickly pushed both from my mind. Those thoughts were both ridiculous.

“I… fuck.” Teddy passed a hand over his hair as he moved towards me, taking a seat in front of the desk. Opposite me. He leaned forward, the gold rings on his fingers leaving tracks as he ran his hands through his hair again, pausing halfway. Exasperated. He let out a long, shaky sigh. “Sorry.”

“Take your time, Teddy,” I said gently. I reached over to the edge of the desk where I’d put a robe, just in case someone decided to come in unannounced. I wrapped the soft, blood-red silk around myself.

“I gotta fucking tell you something and I don’t know how to.” Teddy’s voice was a whisper, barely there. He sounded scared.

“Is it drug-related?” Shake of the head. “Your mom?” A small gesture with a hand to say kind of. “She doesn’t approve?”

“That’s a fucking given,” Teddy muttered. He looked up at me finally, sniffing. “She had this woman lined up for me. Some twenty-eight-year-old chick from the Maine family.”

“Josephine?” I asked. I’d taken some time to learn all the names of the Five Families. Josephine Maine was the only one who fit the age bill. Teddy nodded.

“Mom brought her in as an intern so she could learn the ropes and be a better match for me than you. And I wanted to send a fucking message that it’s you or no-one…” He ground his teeth. “So she sucked me off on the sofa and hated every fucking second of it.”

I felt like every ounce of my blood had sunk to my stomach. For a moment, the world moved in slow motion. I felt ill. Josephine Maine had sucked him off?! And he’d let her?!

“What?” My voice was stronger than I thought it would be.

“She fucking hated it. She was desperate for it, and then she hated it –“

“No. Go back. She sucked you off?”

“Yeah.”

“And you fucking let her?” My voice was oddly calm.

“Yeah.” Teddy looked at me. “Don’t be fucking weird about it.”

That… just about did it.

“Don’t be FUCKING MAD ABOUT IT?!” I roared, startling even myself with the force of it. Teddy looked at me, eyebrows raised. “YOU LET SOME BITCH FROM ONE OF THE FIVE FAMILIES GIVE YOU A FUCKING BLOWJOB WHILE YOU WENT TO TELL YOUR FUCKING MOM ABOUT US BEING ENGAGED?!” My chest heaved. “You don’t see a fucking PROBLEM WITH THAT, TEDDY?!”

“Stop fucking shouting!” Teddy groaned, shaking his head. “It’s not a big fucking deal! I wanted to prove to her that I didn’t fucking see her as anything more than –“

“You proved to her you didn’t want her by letting her fucking suck your dick?! Is that how you fucking communicate something you don’t want, Teddy?! Because I got beaten to a fucking pulp!”

“I thought we were past all that, (Y/N)!” Teddy hissed. “It was a fucking blowjob – it meant nothing!”

“It’s still another fucking person’s mouth where ONLY MY MOUTH SHOULD EVER FUCKING GO!” I tugged at my hair, standing. “My fucking god.”

“It meant nothing –“

“It meant something, clearly! Otherwise you’d have just walked a-fucking-way!”

“But I didn’t! I wanted to show my fucking mom that she couldn’t control me or hand me women –“

“So you let some chick suck your cock –“

“To prove a fucking point to my mom that anyone she sends my way will be worth as much as the fucking bitches who take a stack for the privilege –“

“So you PAID HER TOO?!”

“NO, (Y/N)! I FUCKING TOLD YOU IT WAS TO PROVE TO MY MOM –“

“SO YOUR MOM WAS STOOD THERE FUCKING WATCHING YOU?!”

I had imagined the scene thusly. Teddy had walked in, told his mom he’d asked me to marry him, then he’d had Josephine thrown at him, and Teddy had said ‘blah blah blah’ and then Josephine had been so enthralled by him that she’d done the same as me, and had fallen to her knees for him. And he’d guided her head the same way he’d done with me. He’d shown her exactly what to do, just like he’d shown me. She’d been permitted access to places that should have been only mine to go, now… much like my body was Teddy’s playground, his was mine.

I wasn’t fucking prepared for his answer.

“Well… yeah.” I froze up. Teddy looked at me like it was normal to get a blowjob while your mom was stood there, watching. “What did you think I’d fucking done?”

“I…” I closed my eyes and sat. “Explain the scene to me, please.”

“Details, or no?”

“Details.”

“Right…”

And Teddy went on to explain how he’d been sitting on his mother’s sofa, and how he’d told her about me and the engagement, and how Bellafrancesca had been less than enthusiastic about the entire affair. How Bellafrancesca had called in Josephine Maine, and had presented her as a society wife, rather than the power partner Teddy had found in me. And then, when Bellafrancesca had said that Josephine’s job would be to please him, Teddy had snapped, and had demanded that Josephine please him then and there.

He told me how he hadn’t expected her to pull his dick out and start going to town on him, but she had. And he’d held eye contact with Bellafrancesca the entire time. Just because he was so sick of her constantly trying to control him. His mother had literally watched him get sucked off. And yeah, he’d come. Uneventfully, and barely anything to write home about. In fact, it had barely made his jaw tighten… but Josephine had been throat-fucked to near unconsciousness, nearly choked to death by his cum… and Bellafrancesca had held his gaze the entire time.

A tiny kernel within me felt pride. Pride at Teddy for the very obvious pissing contest which he’d quite clearly won, if his mother had indeed kicked him out and broke down after he’d left… but the majority of me felt sick that he’d go to such a rock bottom. The fact that he’d used Josephine to prove a point to his mother meant little. My tongue felt too big for my mouth.

“Say something.”

“What?” I breathed. “The fuck… do I say to that?”

“Anything. Something… Aren’t you fucking proud of me?”

“No! No, I’m fucking… I’m… horrified that you’d – that your own mother –“

“She needed to fucking know that I’m not controllable –“

“You’re not in control either, clearly!”

“It meant nothing, (Y/N)!”

“It didn’t NEED to mean anything, Teddy! You still let another person suck your fucking dick! WITH YOUR MOM WATCHING!” I palmed my face. “I really wish you’d told me you’d done another line. I can handle coke withdrawals… but this? Fuck…”

“I fucking knew you’d react like this. I shouldn’t have fucking told you.”

“React like what?! A normal, reasonable reaction to cheating?!”

“Cheating?! My cock was in her throat! Hardly fucking counts, (Y/N)!”

“Oh my fucking God, Teddy, I really can’t fucking look at you right now.” I stood, walking around the desk. Teddy stood too, catching me. He pulled me close, but I pushed away. He was stronger, so he held me still, crushing his lips to mine. I fought him, though. I fought him, and I pushed back. “Get OFF me!”

“(Y/N)! C’mon!” he whined, following me. “Don’t – fucking do this – don’t leave me because of this! I’m sorry, okay?!”

“I’m gonna need a little bit of time, and a little bit of space, to fucking process this, Teddy.” I tried to keep my voice even, but I wanted to give him some new fucking face tattoos, I was so angry. “Any kind of sex, oral or foreplay or otherwise, is cheating. To me. I’m going to need time and space, and I’m going to need a better fucking apology than ‘I’m sorry, okay?!’.” I just didn’t want to cry in front of him. I turned before he could say another word, and left for the guest bedroom. I heard him kick something and scream in frustration. But the moment my face touched the bed, I started to sob.

Asking me to marry him, then cheating? A new low for the new and improved Teddy that I never thought would hurt so fucking much.

Hours passed. I got dressed fully again, and stayed away from Teddy. I couldn’t face him. I couldn’t face him when I went into his room – which was, thankfully, vacant – to get changed into pyjamas. I couldn’t face him when I crept into the bathroom, praying he wouldn’t be in there, when I went to brush my teeth and wash up for the night. I still couldn’t face him when I went into the guest bedroom, locked the door, and cried myself to sleep.

I know it was just a blowjob. I know it was largely meaningless… but it hurt me. It hurt me more than it did if he’d have told me he was sniffing again. Another person being intimate with him just felt so violating… so hurtful. What was the point of him being mine if he was still willing to give himself to someone else, even if it was to prove a point of his own to his mother? What was the point of me marrying him if I couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t do something like that? Because even if he was telling the truth, and how he described it was how it went down… what if it wasn’t? He was Teddy fuckin’ Lobo. He could have any person he wanted. Being with him, I’d learned that all genders went for him because of the money and the status he brought. It didn’t matter – he literally had the pick of people. He’d picked me. I was his person… and yet…

I woke with a start, the sun still nowhere near the guest room’s windows. That meant it was before midday, since Teddy’s room (well, our room) got the sun in the morning. But I’d left my phone in the office. I felt like trash, from the crying the day before. And from the betrayal. I yawned and stretched. Could I face him today?

No.

I got out of bed and headed into the ensuite bathroom. I looked like trash, too. I splashed my face with some water, used the toilet, then took my time washing my hands. I couldn’t bear to look at him. I felt sick, still, but that could have been dehydration from crying.

I took a moment before I opened the door.

Silence.

Teddy was lying on the sofa, passed out, still in the clothes he had on yesterday. I looked down at him, shaking my head. His hair was mussed from where his hands had gone through it, and his eyes were puffy and swollen from crying. It was only nine in the morning, too. I sighed, throwing a blanket over him. Was I going to leave him? No. Not over a blowjob. Since sleeping on it, I saw it for what it was… but I still wanted him to understand that he did not use sex or any of its peripherals to prove points. I wanted to see how sorry he really was. I needed to know he wasn’t going to do anything like this again, because if I was going to marry him, I needed to know I could trust him to not go behind my back and play around like he used to.

I also understood that I needed to trust him.

I got dressed quietly, and made my way to the little walk-in closet in the hallway, where Teddy’s coats were kept. I rifled through his pockets to find his wallet, and I took the entire thing. Grabbing his car keys from the other pocket, I left the apartment quietly. I needed to start preparing for my re-entry to the world.

First stop. A new haircut. A manicure, to clean my nails up. Then, basic face grooming. I told them to keep me looking natural, but make it neat. When I left, I felt like an entirely new person, even if Teddy’s bank card was a few hundred dollars lighter.

Second stop: tanning salon. I felt a bit weird walking in there, but I asked for a light glow, nothing too heavy. And then, I stripped down, stepped into the little booth, painfully aware that the beautician was eyeing all my scarring. But she said nothing as she started spraying me, and in an hour, I was out – and Teddy’s card lighter still. The tan I didn’t mind paying a little more for, since I needed that to look natural. I needed to look like I’d been in Florida for a couple months, not like I’d been kept in a penthouse apartment.

Third and final stop was the high street. Pulling up in Teddy’s car, doors opened for me. Boutiques opened. People tripped over themselves to help me pick out an entire new wardrobe. I chose things that complemented that which I’d seen Teddy wear, the same reds and golds, the same blacks and blues, understated and classy. And then, jewellery. I walked into a jewellers, and spent what I considered to be an eyewatering sum of money on a few pieces I knew I’d wear. When I was done, I had someone deliver my bags to the apartment. Strangely enough, when they saw Teddy’s car and his name on the card I handed over, a delivery service was available. Someone to fill their car with my bags and follow me home, even heading to a Starbucks for a quick coffee before I went actually home.

The concierge to our building helped us with the bags in the elevator when I got back later that afternoon. Teddy was sitting at the dining table, still in those same clothes, when I stepped into the apartment. The smell hit me, first. The huge, and I do mean huge, centrepiece bouquet of blood-red flowers – not just roses – sat in a stunning vase, right in the kitchen.

“Just put them over there,” I said to the concierge and the delivery assistant, gesturing to the hallway. The assistant looked around the place, spying the flowers, stunned. “Gorgeous, isn’t it?”

“It’s… wow…” he breathed. “Good luck...”

“Thanks.” I slipped him a one-hundred dollar bill, same with the concierge, and sent them both away. Teddy stared at me. I looked incredible.

“Where - (Y/N) – where did you go?!” Teddy breathed, scrambling to me. He was wholly, entirely submissive. “Did – are you leaving me?”

“No, Teddy. I’m not leaving you.” I stepped back before he could grab my hands. “I had errands to run.”

“You took the car?”

“Yep.”

“And my wallet?”

“How else was I going to pay for all this?” I gestured to the bags. “You know, Teddy, my plan had been to do this and take you with me and give you a couple of shows… but then –“

“I fucked up,” Teddy said over me. “I fucked up. I fucked it all up by letting her do… that… to me… and I betrayed you, and I’m so, so fucking sorry.” He stepped forward and sank to his knees. “I want to put it right. I want to do the right thing, (Y/N). Please. Tell me what you need me to do.” He looked up at me, eyes huge. Those fucking puppy eyes that betrayed every single emotion he actually felt, once you knew how to read them. I closed my eyes. He sniffed. “Please.”

“I… I don’t know, Teddy.” I stepped back a touch. He took my hand, pressing his lips to my ring. He trembled. I sighed. “Teddy…”

“I – I got you flowers?” he murmured, looking up at me. “I remembered you like the red ones… I…” he trailed off. “I know it’s not enough…”

“Teddy… it… I…” I looked down at him. “I just need to know you won’t do this again. If we’re going to get married, I need to know you’re not going to make me a fucking laughingstock by sleeping around.”

“Anything,” Teddy breathed. “Anything, (Y/N). I won’t so much as look at someone else in that way. It was a stupid, stupid thing to do. I should have just walked away.” I nodded. I swallowed. A side of me that I didn’t know existed raised its head, and before I could even think about the words, they were coming out of me.

“If you really want to send a message… you could have just fucking killed her.”

It was the jealousy. The jealousy that someone else, some dumb little girl, had had her lips around my man. That his attention had been somewhere else, even for a moment. That he’d allowed it to happen… what had Josephine been wearing to make him want her? What had she said? Had she done? Knowing that I would never fully know that… that’s what knocked me sick.

“Is that what you want me to do?” Teddy’s eyes were still on me. Still on his knees. “You want me to take her out?”

“I…”

“Because I’ll do it, (Y/N). I’ll do it. You give me the bullet and it’s done.” And he was fucking serious. “Or you can do it. Whatever you need, baby.”

I realised Teddy hadn’t once swore the entire time he was on his knees. The genuineness in him right then… it took my breath away. He pressed his lips again to my ring, still watching me. I realised I could have told him to stay like that, on his knees, for days. And he would have done. I took my hand back gently and moved to the little annex where he kept his guns. He watched me.

“Stay there,” I murmured, and he nodded, resting back on his heels. I picked up one of his gorgeous golden handguns, and a single bullet. Was I really going to do this? Make him kill someone for my own jealousy? I looked down at the bullet. I put it into the empty handgun magazine, clicked it into place, and relished the weight of the gun in my hand. I moved back through to Teddy.

I clicked the safety off the gun, loading the bullet.

I put the barrel against his forehead.

He fucking whimpered.

“(Y/N)… p-please…” My hand shook. But he didn’t lean away. I realised he’d take it. He’d take it from me. I lowered the gun, spinning the handle to him.

“Do it.” He looked at me, then took the gun. “Rules… no-one else can know it was you. But I want her to know it was you. I want you to look her in the eye when you do it. But no-one else can know it was you.”

Teddy nodded. He took my hand, kissed it.

“Come with me?” he said softly. “So you know I’m serious about you?”

“Alright.”

The second I stepped into that car beside him, with the gun loaded with a single bullet…

I knew I’d finally lost myself.

#tedward lobo #teddy lobo #teddy lobo x reader #renfield #dracula

[heckinconfusedparade]

Part 4: Have You Seen My Hedgehog??

It’s Tails’ turn to visit Shadow. Not because he wants to talk, but because Amy said they should probably feed him. Shadow is just sitting, tapping his fingers on the metal top of the table. He stopped trying to lift it up. It’s far too heavy for him.

His attention is directed to the opening door. He hadn’t realized how small Tails was before. Tails places a plate of food in front of him. Shadow gets a forkful of his meal “thank you..”

Tails only lets out an “mmn.” In response. He starts heading for the exit, when Shadow calls out “hey, wait. I have a question.” Tails turns around silently.

“How old are you?”

Tails is taken off guard. “Hm?”

“You look.. fairly young.”

“I’m 8.”

Shadow blinks “you’re- you’re 8???”

Tails nods “Mhm”

Shadow is shocked, almost appalled. He mutters to himself “the doctor spoke of the fox with such… astonishment, yet hostility.. like a rival.. Why is Robotnik so hellbent on destroying a child he considers a prodigy?..” he wonders. Can’t they just simply learn and grow off each other? If Tails is as gifted as Robotnik says, wouldn’t teaming up be a better option?

Shadow stares down at his plate.. now that Knuckles had mentioned it.. the red flags he was warned about are waving frantically for his attention. Tails gives him a dirty look and leaves.

As Shadow eats, he wonders why nobody has come looking for him yet. Robotnik would have surely noticed he’s missing by now..

To his surprise, Tails returns, this time looking annoyed. He frees Shadow from his cuffs “dad wants these back for his shift.” He says then mutters “can’t you just get new ones??” He quickly leaves, and presses a few buttons outside the door. The door slams shut and “PRISONER MODE: ENGAGED” can be heard throughout the treehouse. Ain’t no way this hedgehog gonna escape.

Shadow does some stretches, stiff from being in one place so long. He decides to investigate the room for an exit.

What he doesn’t know is that the cell is Sonic and Knuckles proof. That was the standards Tails had built it to in order to keep the prisoner IN. Originally it was meant for Robotnik, or a fun game of Cops N Robbers.

These new people are certainly interesting.. two of four treated him with kindness. Even Sonic, the guy he was supposed to destroy. Sonic didn’t seem to have any feelings of anger towards him. Not that he’s showing, Anyway. Shadow takes Knuckles’ warnings into consideration. Amy and Tails bring only questions. Amy was not mentioned by Robotnik, and Tails is much younger than he expected him to be, and he is not comfortable fighting a literal child.

Meanwhile, Robotnik is trying to pinpoint where the heck his hedgehog went. He is this close to putting up MISSING flyers. He’s been both on his computer and pacing by the door. He shouts in anger “WHERE IS HE?? He should be back by now. I can’t go over there myself…” idea! “STONE!! get in your disguise. I have a mission for you.”

The doorbell of the Wachowski house rings around noon. Maddie answers. In the door stands a man dressed in a G.U.N. uniform. She begins to shut the door, when the man stops her “ma’am I would just like to speak with you about recent accusations against your…son.” Stone can’t believe the blue blur got himself adopted.

Maddie glares at him “I’m not going to speak with you, nor is anyone else in this house until we have our lawyer here.” She slams the door shut. Stone sighs. This is gonna be harder than he thought.

He looks around the yard and spots the treehouse. He scans it, but the readings come back as a normal treehouse. Stone checks it out anyway, because he is aware of the little genius that resides in the household. As he gets closer, he notices some security measures. There’s security cameras, a lock pad, a ring doorbell, and even a sign that says NO ADULTS ALLOWED.

He sends all data to Robotnik for further inspection. Something is off about this little treehouse.

Sonic is hiding. He’s very good at hiding. He takes a picture of Stone’s face. He adds the photo of his list of people to avoid.

He shows his brothers, parents, and Amy the picture. They all have the same feeling of deja vu like they’ve seen him before.

Robotnik is not very happy with Stone’s initial update. Then he receives the data. As he digs deeper and deeper, he discovers there much more to this treehouse than meets the eye. Whoever built it took good care to hide as much secrets as possible, and Robotnik wants to upturn every stone. As much as he would love to go there himself, he doesn’t want to run the risk of another 3 vs 1 situation. Stones not a fighter.. that he knows of.

Stone gets a motel in Green Hills. It’s been decided they’ll wait another day for any new sign.

Shadow receives his dinner from Sonic in the evening. Tails has refused this time. He places Shadows food on the table. Shadow hardly acknowledges Sonics existence, as he is ping ponging around the room. Sonic has done this himself to test the strength of the walls, but actually getting to witness it is quite neat! And a little freaky with how fast Shadow is going.

“Hey! Dude! Calm down, dinners ready.” Sonic says, hands on his hips. Shadow stops, looks at Sonic, and goes to his table to eat. “Why are you giving me the silent treatment?” Sonic asks, a little sad.

“I have nothing to say.” Shadow responds “you’ve trapped me in a dark metal box with no escape. Why do you have this thing here anyway?”

“Oh! It was originally built just in case Eggman is still alive and shows his bald head and freaky moustache around here again. Just to hold him until we get someone to get him.”

“..Eggman?”

“Eggman is what I call Robotnik.

Shadow wonders for a moment.. then tries to hide a small amused grin “..he does look like an egg.”

Sonic laughs and lets Shadow finish his meal. He then remembers “oh right! There was this guy snooping around our yard. You don’t happen to recognize him do you?” Sonic shows Shadow the photo he took. Shadows eyes widen “..that’s Dr. Stone. He’s Egg-…Robotniks assistant.”

Silence. Sonics heart has dropped. Shadow sighs “you should let me go. But if you want to die at the hands of brilliance, you be my guest.”

Sonic stands up “I’ll talk to the others..” he leaves Shadow to finish his meal and drink. Shadow balls up in the corner of the room to take a nap.

Sonic finds the others and gathers them in the living room.

“Everyone, we need to have a talk. Remember that guy that came by today? I showed a picture of him to Shadow, and he says that the man is Dr. Stone, which means Robuttnik is trying to find him. He wants to know if we can let him go, to spare us whatever Eggmans got coming. I.. I wanted to know what the rest of you think.” The others think on Sonics words.

On one hand, if they let Shadow go, he could lead Robotnik back or, because he knows where they are, tell Robotnik about any secrets.

On the other, if they don’t fork the hog over, someone’s gonna get hurt.

Ultimately they decide to let Shadow go.

Shadow and Sonic race back to San Francisco.

They make it there at the same time. Sonic cheers “I win!” Shadow scowls “no you didn’t, hedgehog. I won.”

Sonic sticks his tongue out childishly “nuh uh!” Shadow rolls his eyes back playfully “yeah huh!” And suddenly he freezes.

. . .

“Maria! You ate my chips!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Yeah huh!”

“You literally have the bag in your hand.”

“I didn’t see your name on the bag, Shadow!”

“Fine then. I’m eating your cookies.”

“NOOOO-“

. . .

Shadow comes back to present time to Sonic waving his hand in front of his face “hellooooo? Shadow, you there? Earth to Shaaaadz”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Oh you’re back! What was that, dude?”

Shadow avoids eye contact. Frankly, he doesn’t know what that was. But.. it gave him a warm fuzzy feeling of familiarity. Whoever this Maria was, she was important to him.

“None of your business… and next time, I’m beating you. Til we meet again, Sonic the Hedgehog.” Shadow turns his back and starts to walk away.

Sonic waves “bye Shadoooow!” And off he zooms to get home.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedghog movie #miles tails prower #tails the fox #movie tails #sonic #movie sonic #knuckles the echidna #movie knuckles #tom wachowski #maddie wachowski #amy the hedgehog #amy rose #movie shadow #shadow the hedgehog

[hopefulstarfire]

A little delayed, but have the trouvailleshipping drabble as requested by @kira-quartz!

Their first official night in their new home was spent in the little secret hiding place it offered.

The house had been quite literally a steal. An older, more eclectic house in a new neighborhood, the owner didn't want it to be torn down and basically had the deed up for grabs for anyone that truly wanted it after his passing. There were some fees here and there and of course utilities, but it seemed like their house was meant to be theirs, having waited all that time for them.

It was a cozy four bedroom with a simple fireplace in the living room, a more open concept on the first floor and a second floor that had a hallway lined with bookshelves. Alister had discovered on his tour of the house a little secret entrance by pulling at the end of one of the shelves out to be a door, and a spiral staircase took them up to a hidden alcove in the attic, one with a window seat to act as a reading nook and hooks to hang up the fairy lights they installed in as one of their last jobs of the day in getting moved in.

Most of the big furniture was settled in, leaving just the need to add decoration and clutter, along with putting all their clothes away and out of boxes, with the same also going for their kitchenware; which, was a big part in why they ordered take out that night.

They originally thought to turn in for the night in their proper bed and cuddle for the rest of the evening, but Alister had a better idea. They'd put a mattress and a projector screen in the alcove, perfect for a small movie night to settle in.

Huddled under weighted blankets with the fairy lights glimmering in the night and candles lit to give a calming lavender scent to the room, they curled up together, empty Chinese food containers tossed into a bad to be taken out come morning. Alister laid nestled back on a line of pillows, holding Iris close as she laid her head on his chest, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into her arms while they watched old black and white movies. His other hand found hers, thumb brushing against the band of the engagement ring on her finger.

It was a weird feeling of peace that washed over him in the moment. Alister never once thought he'd experience something like this, not when his life had been a constant state of turmoil and warfare. He had been consumed by grief and vengeance, only focused on getting justice for the death of his little brother, with whatever happening to him in the process be damned. He simply didn't believe he was ever allowed to feel happy or settled after all of his trauma.

Iris had almost been enough to help him break away from it, but he lost the heart to change at the last second of their Duel, knowing his brother needed him to stay focused on his duty. Kaiba had given him the change of heart he needed and the truth about his former master had been enough for him to start letting the dead rest.

Iris letting him back into her life with open arms had been part of a catalyst to help him heal and change.

She herself was no stranger to heart ache and devastation in her life, even before he has done something he still struggled to forgive himself for. Her birth father had caused so much strife within her that she was still working towards healing from and it hurt his heart now a days to fully understand what Iris had been through.

Neither of them ever thought they deserved the right to be happy, to put their guards back down and simply be.

But here, now, in the quiet of the alcove, it was everything to them.

"You're staring," Alister heard her mutter, looking down to see her eyes already fluttered closed as she snuggled up more to him. "There's a movie we should be watching."

He snorted, his other hand drifting up to meet his left one on her arm. "Says the girl falling asleep."

"That's why I said should be."

"Mhm. Sure."

Iris shook her head playfully, before she let out a yawn. "By all accounts, we should head downstairs for our actual bed."

"We should," he agreed, though he looked back down at her after a moment of thought. "But I'm just fine where I'm at and you look too tired to move.:

"That I am," she mused tiredly, fingers lightly gripping his shirt. "And moving now would be putting a perfectly good mattress and movie marathon to waste."

"That it would."

Alister softened as he stared down at his fiancee in his arms, before kissing the top of her head. "Guess that only leaves the option to sleep up here, then."

She yawned again, letting out a tiny grunt of approval. "Guess so. Not that I'm complaining."

He smiled, hand raising up to brush stray hairs out of her face. "Neither am I."

He honestly had nothing to complain about.

This? This was everything he could never have dreamed of. But he'd be damned if he ever let it slip through his fingers either.

#trouvailleshipping #yugioh #ygo #yugioh ocs #ygo ocs #ygo oc #yugioh oc #yugioh alister #amelda #iris mcginnis #my writing

[akiradolce]

Subathon Over!

After 55 hours, my subathon comes to a close! There's a lot I learned from this experience. The first is that I'm able to do it, so that was a huge confidence boost! Even though, I found mild success with my subathon, there's a few things that I was upset with as well...

The first thing was that I was sick, so that was a huge upsetting part for me. I wasn't able to be 100% at full entertainer mode since I still had to focus on being healthy. That means a lot of the more physically demanding things were not possible. So no karaoke, no Ring Fit. I even had forcing push-ups/sit-ups/squats as an incentive. I ended up doing them, but it was the most I could do.

Another thing was that even with an active chat, I ended up feeling very lonely. I wasn't able to interact with my friends outside of the stream. The only few times I was able to was during BRBs and just before going to bed. Even on waking up, I immediately had to check on the stream to make sure it was still up or that no hate raids and trolls decided to cause trouble.

There's not much time for other people when tending to an "always on" stream. I was only able to speak to another person once through the entire 55 hours, which was after a friend raided my stream and I openly invited them to join since they weren't planning on going to bed afterwards. I didn't even speak to family at all during the whole thing.

Food was also a huge issue. From my experience with the stream, time was precious. Time away from the stream meant losing retention and potential contributions. I always felt like I was in a rush to get things done. Because I was sick, I also constantly needed water to refresh my system, even more than usual to help recover from whatever sickness I caught. I wanted to eat bit more substantial meals like pasta and chicken, but those are things that you can't just set on a stove and come back to. I didn't have roommates or family that were able to help or cook for me, so that was a huge struggle.

My advice if I were to ever do this again, and to anyone reading that's looking to do a subathon, is to make food ahead of time. Make a huge pot of chili in a slow cooker, get a rice cooker, buy family sized lasagna that take like 1hr30 to cook in an oven. Depending on the success of your subathon, DoorDash could be your friend. In my case, I wasn't able to justify DoorDash or any other delivery service. The only outside food I got was Taco Bell, which was an incentive, and not by choice.

Another huge issue was finding ways to keep the stream active with clear info. I definitely feel like I should have prepared a bit more beforehand, but I was unable to make the proper preparations due to being basically bedridden up until the day before the start day. I would have gotten a YouTube playlist set up for when I slept and set up labels that could let people know what the next incentive was. I think the worst thing was not having moderators able to help. Because everything had to be done by myself. Changing titles, tracking incentives and rewards, removing troublesome users. I also unfortunately had an issue with the marathon timer, where I had to manually add time. A lot of the workload made it hard to focus on providing an engaging stream.

Even though I struggled a lot, I ended up creating a lot of fun and memorable moments. I would definitely try this again in the future, but with my experience on how I handled this, I would know a bit better on how to handle everything. My only regret was not being able to reach my follower goal during the event and having to dip into my own savings just to continue streaming while I'm in Japan.

#dailydolce #dolceupdate #subathon #Vtuber #ENVtuber #VtuberEN

[bisluthq]

While I don’t agree with the narrative most swifties are going with, I also feel like that anon is a Joe Stan.

The statue line is clearly referring to the marriage thing, so she did care about that and it was part of why they broke up. I think not marrying her was one of the many things that made her feel unloved.

I think it’s unfair to say she didn’t have a gun to her head and she could’ve left. Because she did leave. But if he didn’t give a shit about her anymore he also could’ve left. If he didn’t want to marry her and knew that was what she wanted, he could’ve left. They both decided to stay. Whether she was delusional or he was leading her on, we don’t know. But leaving a long term relationship (one you expected to end in marriage and children) isn’t that easy.

I would also like to add that back in the folkmore era and when the rings showed up, everyone here thought the marriage was imminent. You Nat were saying that they were probably planning on having kids soon too because otherwise she wouldn’t have said it in a Peace. I remember saying that I didn’t think that meant anything, as in, saying she wanted to marry him and have his kids didn’t necessarily mean it was happening soon, just that she wanted it to happen at some point. I think most people agreed with you Nat. So it’s interesting to see Joe’s fans changing their minds now that it seems like the wedding not happening was because he didn’t want it. I’m someone who isn’t convinced they were ever even engaged, so it’s also interesting to see you saying they were 100% engaged but also agreeing with someone who said it was somehow her fault for waiting. I know the wedding was one of the issues because she said it herself. But the people who thought a wedding and children were happening in 2 years time all of a sudden believe that it couldn’t be that important to her? Y’all believed the same thing she did!

I don’t think it was her fault for waiting. If anything, I’ve only been defending Joe because I’ve been the partner who was supposed to propose (and I didn’t). I think Joe did (maybe not dramatically but I still think that’s what the rings were for). But he didn’t follow through. Neither is to blame tbh????? I think they should both be happy it didn’t happen because my overarching point is a wedding wouldn’t have saved it. They could’ve lasted longer because it’s harder to end it but like bruh if it sucks it sucks lol.

[pixenite]

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What if we say you can be playful and vibrant with the water packaging, thinking about how it will turn out? Traditionally, water companies stick to blue and white and a crisp layout. Well, Santa Stefano Water can shut off all your queries and worries. The brand used colorful designs for the company’s 50th anniversary. The water packaging here serves two purposes: attracting customers’ attention and sustainability, as it is difficult to throw away such beautiful packaging. Isn’t it?

Little Melly Solids

When babies are fun(at least for some), why does baby food need to blend and dull? Colors play a vital role in the brain’s growth. Little Melly Solids use lovely bright solid colors for its products. The fantastic and beautiful packaging not only keeps kids engaged but also helps in the brain’s development. So it’s a win-win situation for parents.

Gummy Bears

The market for gummy bears is vast, and to grab customers’ attention, a Great Surprise Gummy Bears packaging. They use very bright and popping colors, which catch users’ attention. The transparent mouth image showcases what’s inside the product, which further helps boost buyers’ confidence.

Packaging With A Creative Twist

Who says packaging needs to be traditional? Here are some of the beautiful packaging designs that are not designed to keep customers captivated but also add new functionality or unique cool features in the design.

Bloom Chips

When it comes to creatively twisted design, bloom chips design solves the problem from the root itself. The packaging comes in a wrinkled cylinder that opens to create its own bowl. It’s like a blooming flower. This self-contained packaging is a dream.

Wine Bottle With Two Neck

This beautiful design by Ampro where they have designed a wine bottle with two necks. Two glasses cover two necks. On one glass, “our business” is written on it, and on another glass, “your business” is written. This minimalist design has been a game changer in the beverage industry.

High-End Packaging Design

If your product is not meant for every supermart as it is exclusive, then just like your product, its packaging should be high-end too. Packaging is all about building character and creativity in the brand in this kind of product. Let’s have a look at how some brands inspire luxurious packaging.

Roe And Co.

You cannot miss the Irish Whiskey brand Roe & Co packaging when talking about standout packaging design. The whiskey bottle comes in a hand-crafted bamboo box with a bright light green border and Roe & Co logo in the middle. This is truly an example of practicality and aesthetics, as natural antiseptic properties of the bamboo make it ideal as a cocktail preparation board.

Clavero Bakery

Nothing speaks of luxury louder than Clavero, an Argentine bakery located in Mexico City. Its minimalistic jewelry style design box states luxury, elegance, and class. As consumers, you always assume this kind of packaging for beautiful jewelry such as rings, bracelets but never with bakery goods. Clavero bakery packaging itself stands for luxury and self-indulgence.

Sustainable Packaging

Sustainability is a major trend in the industry with the aim to reduce the plastic way and more use of recycled materials in packaging. Whether sustainability is a part of your brand strategy or not, taking action in this direction will surely win potential customers’ hearts or help the environment for a better tomorrow. Here are some best examples of sustainable packaging:

Samsung

Samsung goes all creative and innovative when it comes to sustainability. Its product’s sustainable packaging allows it to create packaging for useful items. The concept is to upcycle the packaging and convert it into useful items. For example, turn its QLED television packaging into a magazine rack, cat tunnel, pet stairs, bookshelf, shoe rack, and the list goes on.

Boxed Water

When it comes to sustainability, Boxed Water is a true gem. Crafted from paper, this packaging is a testament to our commitment – 100 percent recyclable, ensuring that each sip leaves a minimal footprint on our planet.

Conclusion

At Pixenite, we don’t just design packaging; we create the unwrapping experience that lingers in memory. Seamlessly blending innovation and elegance, our designs speak volumes even before opening the box. With every curve and every hue, we craft anticipation. We aren’t just a product packaging agency; we’re storytellers of your brand’s journey. Elevate your product’s allure – where design ignites desire and every unboxing becomes a masterpiece.

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Do your worst, Fani-Kayode slams British envoy afresh

A former Aviation Minister, Femi Fani-Kayode, has again tackled the British Deputy High Commissioner to Nigeria, Ben Llewellyn-Jones, after the envoy faulted him on some comments he made during the just-concluded electioneering in Lagos State. Llewellyn-Jones, speaking on a current affairs programme on Nigerian Info on Sunday, also lamented that the ruling APC had yet to distance itself from the controversial comments made by Fani-Kayode, to which the former aviation minister in a series of tweet on Sunday evening said he wouldn’t be intimidated by a “British civil servant”. However, in a fresh tweet on Monday morning, Fani-Kayode, who is also a member of the All Progressives Congress Presidential Campaign Council, challenged the British envoy to do his worst, saying he feared no one. He wrote, “Permit me to add the following addendum to my earlier personal response to the little Englander. I ask, who is this strange little British diplomat who believes he can tell us what Lagos state should be like in terms of ethnic make-up and how it should be run? “He has accused me of hate speech and incitement simply because I said Lagos is not a no man’s land and that the Yoruba ought to be respected in their territory. Well let me say clearly and categorically that I have no apology for saying this and I stand by every word I said. We do not need any lessons from him. Foreign diplomats come to this country to enhance our relationship with theirs and not to give us lectures. “They are not supposed to interfere in our internal affairs, to be partial, to tell us what to do or to tell us how to do it. They are meant to observe in studied silence and make their concerns and representations, if any, known privately. They cannot get into the political ring of fire.” He added that foreign diplomats should not tell people who to vote for, how to vote or what God to worship. Challenging the British envoy to do his worst, Fani-Kayode said, “That strange little bald man with slooping shoulders at the British Embassy has really got a nerve. I will take up this matter formally. His diplomatic immunity is not absolute: it is qualified. He is therefore subject to our laws. “As for his threats, I challenge him to do his very worst. We are not your slaves. Nigeria is an independent sovereign nation. We are no longer a colony. To hell with him and those that are egging him on and licking his feet. I am FFK: I fear no-one and I bow before no man.” Continuing he said the hands of the British government were also not clean saying their “strong economy was built on the blood, sweat and tears of Irish, African and Indian slaves.” “The days of dictation are long gone. What they are trying to do in our country and to our country will not work. Bola Tinubu won a free and fair election and, whether they like it or not, he will be sworn in on May 29th 2023. “Those that want to impose an ING on our nation and follow it up with a civil war in an attempt to dismember and destroy her shall not prevail. Nigeria shall remain united, shall be at peace, shall flourish, shall we excel and democracy shall be alive and well in our nation for many years to come,” he added. Recall that the British High Commission had last week said the UK Minister of State for Development and Africa, Andrew Mitchell MP, was prepared to take action against those who engaged in or incited electoral violence during the just-concluded general elections. Llewellyn-Jones, yesterday, said the UK was already collating names of perpetrators and would impose sanctions “including preventing people from obtaining UK visas or imposing sanctions under our human rights sanctions regime.” Read the full article