#about wasting my fucking time meeting people and their dogs they want me to care for
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"well at least I'll get good sleep tonight" they said, not getting good sleep tonight
#vent post#negative#doing really fucking bad mentally actually#cant turn my brain off about how mad i am about money#about wasting my fucking time meeting people and their dogs they want me to care for#not getting paid for the fucking meetings that have been half the reason i struggle making progress on my personal projects#undercharging myself to hell and back just for the chance to get A Job#only for them to fucking cancel because they dont respect my time#cancel a meet up 3 hours before. cancel the booking less than 24 hours after making it. make me drive an hour for fucking nothing#begging me to lower my prices which are already lower than everyone in the area#i dont want to work anymore i want it to stop#going to do a week of dog sitting for less than 200 fucking dollars because its the only god damn fucking job i can fuckkng get#and it wont even happen for another month! who knows! they could cancel too!#if they cancel I'm deleting my fucking rover account!#i cant earn money. im trying so hard for nothing.#i cant apply to normal jobs because my job anxiety is So Bad i NEED someone to be with me as i apply showing me how it works#i dont know what job i want because i dont want a job i want to go to bed#im so so tired of going 'this could work! i could make this work!' and it just never gets far enough to matter#after 3 years of no progress you know what! maybe i cant fucking make it work!#i dont want to keep trying with this stupid shit anymore#im not even gonna be able to afford christmas presents this year.#anyways. whats a girl gotta do to get some fuckinf sleep around here
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YOOO I SEE U FELLOW UNUS ANUSER🫵🫵 i fucking love ur works keep at it bestie pls feed our delusions😫😫
may i ask for, dan heng, blade and jing yuan with a sweet and kind s/o but the moment theyre (the characters) are talked to in a disrespectful way, s/o is immediately turning into a guard dog with a “i’ll tear out your guts with my hand showed down your throat”? idk i just love feral but also gentle s/o tropes so much😔
Thank you 🫵 my fellow Unus Anuser for the ask and enjoying my writings, despite me thinking half of them could be better but I’m not going to complain if ppl enjoy them regardless.
Dan Heng:
He’s taken aback by your sudden threats of violence towards a random pedestrian for intentionally bumping into him.
He was more use to Caelus rummaging through trash cans before waxing poetry about them and whenever March 7th going off on her own as it was expected of their characters.
You however? His sweetheart, his precious jewel and beloved partner? It was extremely unexpected. Dan Heng had to physically stop you from actually fulfilling your threat by holding you against him before putting a good deal of distance between you and the rude individual.
He’s not against you defending his honour, he just doesn’t want you engaging in fights with random people just because they said something about him that you didn’t like. He didn’t want you to stoop to their level and become like them, no matter how good your reasonings for doing so may be. Dan Heng just wants you to be better than them and not give them the reaction that they needed to fuel their own narratives.
That and Dan Heng knew that you could easily kick their ass but he didn’t felt like dealing with being chased by the authorities for unprovoked acts of violence. However some exceptions can be made to this but Dan Heng would much rather that you kept out of trouble, just for his sake and his sanity as he didn’t want to make breaking you out of jail a reoccurring thing.
Jing Yuan:
His interest is peaked.
Who’d knew that someone as sweet and kind as you had such a vicious side, waiting to come out.
Jing Yuan didn’t care for much what others said about him, but having you come to his defence without hesitation had him smiling with pride. His reputation precedes him wherever he went, so naturally he wasn’t going to be easily intimidated by senseless yapping of others, especially those who had not even the slightest clue of the things he’s put himself through in order to get where he was.
While Jing Yuan appreciates your need to stick up for him, he didn’t think it was necessary for you to waste your time and energy on those who lack the capacity to listen to a voice that wasn’t their own.
‘Always pick your battles wisely my dear,’ he said all the while looking at the person who insulted him dead in the eye with that half asleep expression of his, ‘for most aren’t worth fighting in.’ He finishes before gently pulling you by the waist and walking away.
Blade:
He had an inkling that there was more to you than meets the eye. However he didn’t expect someone who went out of their way to feed stray kittens and puppies, patch up his wounds despite knowing he could heal, would ever spout such detailed threats towards another person.
He didn’t give two shits about what people said about him that he hasn’t heard before, he had long grown immune to ignore the comments from those who didn’t know him nor his past. Yet he couldn’t help but revel in the look of surprise on the persons face the words left your lips, chuckling softly at the countless possible thoughts that must be running through their head in that moment.
It was always the sweetest people that everyone was the least suspicious about, it was near enough impossible to fathom that they were capable of hurting anyone.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing is what described you best in this moment as Blade watched you with new found interest. He found this side of you rather exciting and wanted nothing more than to help you hone in on this side of you and use it to your advantage; Yet he found another part of himself wanting to be the one inciting violence, as he refuses you to tread the same path he did, he wouldn’t allow it.
After all he was the weapon.
He was the one stained in the blood of others.
He was the one that inflicted pain onto others and himself and it was something he will continue to do until death was finally granted to him in whatever form that may be. Blade will refuse you from ever embracing that side of yourself if it meant sending you on a projectory much like his own.
You were his light in the dark for a reason and while it was reassuring to know that you had what it took to fight back, Blade would much rather be the one to fight instead and to be the one to keep your hands clean of blood and violence overall.
#hsr imagines#hsr imagine#hsr x reader#hsr blade x reader#hsr blade x you#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail x you#Honkai star rail imagines#Honkai star rail imagine#dan heng x reader#dan heng x you#Dan heng imagine#Dan heng imagines#hsr dan heng x reader#hsr jing yuan x reader#hsr jing yuan x you#jing yuan x reader#jing yuan x you#jing yuan imagines#jing yuan imagine#blade imagines#blade imagine#blade x reader#hsr fanfic#hsr fic#hsr fluff#honkai star rail fluff
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All this talk about catgirl!reader but what about puppy/dog girl!reader? Give me a big fiercesome dog girl!reader whose protective of her charge and is constantly scaring off would be assassins or steering people away from bothering a clearly stressed out Ningguang! And then on the flipside, dog girl!reader whose such a service top, loves to take such good care of Ningguang. Only for Ning to call her a good girl or a good puppy and things just click in reader's brain and she's going to town, breeding Ningguang and growling and rumbling in her ear. Aghhhh.
😩🥵 I need this so bad ughh
18+ CONTENT
Game: Genshin Impact
Characters: Ningguang x doggirl!Reader with a dick
Type: Smut and fluff
Ningguang treasured you to a great extent. She had a custom-made collar for you made from the best materials and her name engraved on it with her own jades, proudly showing everyone who you belonged to. And you didn't ever let her down either. You were loyal beyond measure to her, and you didn't hesitate to show that whenever required. Whether she used you as a guard when roaming Liyue or as a partner when attending parties, you never disappointed her.
Ningguang didn't miss to reward your exceptional behavior either. Just like today, when an unnecessarily long meeting frustrated her to no end. The conclusion reached nowhere and just wasted her precious hours, she was furious by the end and ready to throw out the investor. Thankfully, she had you. The moment everyone went out, you locked her office door and wasted no time to drop to your knees and lap away at her folds.
Ningguang sighed in exhaustion and grabbed your head, gently gripping your hair and petting your ears as your tongue licked her walls hungrily. She looked at you with hooded eyes, chuckling in a sultry tone as she pulled you deeper. Your tongue plunged inside her and prodded her sweet spots, her head shooting back in ecstasy and her chest heaving as she approached her release.
"Aaah~ Yes... good girl....right there.... pleasure your mistress like a good puppy!~"
You whined and wrapped your lips around her clit then sucked on the bundle of nerves, her fingers gripped your hair harder and pulled you even closer as her thighs enclosed your head. Your own cock was tight in your pants and leaking pre-cum by now, desperate to be released, but you valued Ningguang's pleasure above yours. Ningguang's body arched up with a deep moan as she released, your tongue lapping her release and cleaning her up.
She watched your tail wag happily the whole time and your ears drooped, followed by her gaze dropping to your hard cock struggling to be held in your pants. Ningguang sometimes liked to tease you and make you wait, only because she loved it when you got riled up and fucked her out of her mind. But today she was impatient herself. She grabbed the leash on your collar and pulled your face up, then pulling your body closer as well.
"Who's my good puppy, hm?~"
Your tail wagged happily showing your excitement, "Me, mistress!"
She smirked and wiped away her juices still coating your lips then raised her leg to settle between your own, her knee grinding against your cock.
"Does my puppy want to cum?"
"Aah... yes, mistress!"
"Will my girl breed me like a good puppy she is?~"
"Yes! Yes!" you were ready to lunge forward and start right away but Ningguang stopped you with a flick of her finger.
"Now now, be patient. Go to my room and prepare yourself. I'll see you soon~"
You happily nodded and licked Ningguang's fingers before running to her room. She chuckled as she watched you excitedly run; she was so eager for later. Sometime later, you finally had Ningguang seated on the edge of the bed as you ate her out once again. Both of your clothes completely discarded now, her foot rubbed up and down your hard length to stimulate you.
"Mmh, that's it... good girl... come here now, put it inside me~"
You pulled away and watched her turn around to crawl atop the bed and stand on all fours, her butt facing you and clearly inviting you in. You practically jumped at her and mounted her from behind, wasting no time to slip your hard and girthy cock inside her. You moaned together at the contact; her tight walls held you so well you felt you would burst right away.
You grabbed her hips and began thrusting in and out, forming a rhythmic motion. Your tip penetrated her deep inside and touched all her pleasure spots, her back arched as you pushed forward with all force. You growled and leaned forward on her now, resting your body on her back while your hands planted on the bed and your hips continued plowing deep and hard.
"Aaah! Aahhn! Yes! Fuck me! Archons....oh yes—! Faster! Good puppy! Fuck your mistress well!~"
Ningguang's pleasured cries excited you to no end. Your tail wagged intensely and slapped against the bed, your tongue lolled out as pleasure took over you and you could only think of breeding Ningguang now. Your cock became harder at the thought and Ningguang could swear she felt you go even deeper as a loud moan was pushed out from her throat.
You grabbed her arms and pulled her up on her knees then hugged her closely and continued moving. Your arms wrapped around her torso, while hers looped around your head as she moaned in your ear and you growled against her neck.
"Aaah~ That's right.... you are doing so well, my sweet puppy~ Mhmmm f-fuck!~"
You licked her neck and shoulder as growls and whines left your mouth feeling your release coming close. Ningguang already felt your knot continuously slapping against her thighs, she was waiting for you to put it in. You let go of her body and pushed her all the way down, making her lie flat on the bed while your hips hammered down into her.
Your cock slammed in and out, sounds of skin slapping, Ningguang's moans and your growls resounding in the room. You finally couldn't hold on longer, your hips violently jerked down making your knot slip inside and plug up Ningguang as your cum poured out. She moaned out loudly feeling your hot and voluminous cum fill her up, her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
You grinded into her a few more times as your cum kept pouring out, she knew you had stored away a lot since morning and she was ready to have it all in. You panted out and rested on her back as you finally stopped cumming, Ningguang caressed your cheek and scratched your chin to praise you.
"My sweet puppy, always doing so well~"
#genshin impact#genshin women#genshin smut#genshin impact smut#ningguang x reader#ningguang#ningguang x you#genshin ningguang#genshin x reader
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Smart Girl
summary: harry comes and helps you during exam week at college with a happy twist
warnings: none?
pairing: fwb to lovers! + hockey player!arry (college based)
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“No”
“I didn’t even say anything yet”
“Harry….”
The person who you were trying to avoid this whole week was leaning against your dorm room door frame with a huge smirk across his face
and his pretty dimples out in the open
You groaned and rolled your eyes “I already know what you want, and it’s not gonna be with me tonight. Go find some other girl to fuck, i on the other hand am busy”. He hummed crossing his arms giving you that oh so deceiving look with his eyes. “Busy with what exactly” you opened your door more widely to point across the room to your bed that is littered with text books and flash cards, highlights scattered on the floor from you stress throwing and your trash can filled to the brim with paper balls.
“I can help” he smiled widely “And what’s your idea of helping? Sitting there and looking pretty?” His eyebrow rose “You think I’m pretty?” his smirk was bigger than ever “Are you gonna help or not because I have a big exam this week and I’m not gonna let anything distract me from it, especially you” his smirk faded into a more serious expression and walked into your room, setting his bag on the floor and flopping onto your bed, patting the spot next to him “Well, aren’t you going to study” rolling your eyes you shut the door behind you
this was going to be an eventful night
As surprising as it seems, Harry was actually the most helpful, didn’t even crack a sex joke in the past hour, which would immediately earn him a gold star in your book. “Another correct! see, you’re going to ace this” you gripped your hair roughly “But what if I don’t, what if all of this becomes pointless by the end of the day, what if I choke and waste time, and what if-“ the feeling of soft lips hits your quickly, with Harry’s hand wrapped around your neck “Stop over thinking this….you’re gonna do great, you’re my smart girl” his voice was soft, Harry’s voice has different levels, in the matter of different situations yet he always was like this with you, never lying to get this end of the bargain, always bringing you snacks after the end of your classes to make sure your well nourished, filling up your water bottle up even when it’s halfway.
You didn’t understand what was going on between the two of you, neither did he. But ever since 5 months ago, he’s been following you around like a puppy dog at you beck and call, being named the campus play boy he’s quite the opposite once you get to know him
Smart girl. That’s what he’s been calling you since your first met in English class, at first you though he was just another jock who needed help with his work and you’d be paid off to get it done for him but once you were assigned as partners for a project, you met another side of him not many get to see, not even his hockey team mates.
You slowly started hooking up 3 months in, what became weird was the looks you’ve been getting
why would anyone like him be with someone like you, with the pressure of not being good enough and exam week beating your ass, you couldn’t face him anymore
“Why have you been dodging me like the plague” you lips parted them quickly shut, not willing to give him a full answer “I can’t Harry” you sighed not even daring to meet his eyes. His hands went up to your face, moving it to where you can face him “Talk to me” those eyes….always getting you every time.
“I don’t know how to live up to your level, you’re so close to going pro, you were raised up in the suburbs, never having to worry about the things where I’m-“ his thumb crossed over your lips “You’re perfect, that’s what you are. You’re enough, doesn’t matter what people say, you’re it for me. Once you’re my girl officially, you won’t have to worry about a thing, I’ll take care of you.” He brought you in closer, nudging your noses together “Harry” he hummed “What my love, hmm?” you peppered kisses softly all over his cheeks “Is this your way of telling me you like me?” He laughed lowly “Was bringing you snacks after class, checking up on you when you’re having a bad day, bringing you coffee every morning and dodging every girl on this campus to rush over here to fuck you not enough to tell you that I’m obsessed with you?” you shrugged and joke “Mm I don’t know, you probably say that to all your other hook ups” he hummed and nodded
“I haven’t been with anyone else but you since the day we met” you smiled looking down and messed with your cuticles “Not me, Me and Niall…damn does that guy know how to-ow!” Harry pinched you “That’s not funny” you smiled laughing almost out of breathe “Mm it was pretty funny, especially seeing you already planning in your head on how to murder Niall”
He kissed you deeply with a strong grip on your waist and neck “Mine, My smart girl” he grumbled between kisses, you giggled brushing his cheek with the pad of your thumb softly “M’yours Harry”
“Good, now that that’s settled let’s go get something to eat” he smacked your ass as you both got off the bed “I need to eat before I fuck you” you scoffed and laughed “And you just decided that on your own just now” you picked up your bag, putting it over your shoulder “Mhm” he grabbed his keys and motioned you out the door.
a/n: got a little sloppy towards the end cause I was running out of ideas but overall I’m happy with the outcome! hope you enjoyed as well <33
#harry styles x reader#harry styles#harrys house#harry styles fanfiction#fwb!harry#hockey player au#hshq#harry styles imagine#harry styles blurb
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Player yan and yan arranged marriage spouse seems interesting. What's their story? What's their deal? How crazy or sane are we talking about here?
Player Yan + Buff Childhood friend reader + Yan Spouse
Player Yan had a best friend once upon a time. Tiny - even for their age and sweet as can be. Back when they had a heart, they were head over heels for this friend and protected them from everything. Said friend eventually moves away and they're left heartbroken. They try to keep tabs over the years, but their parents get involved and warn them to stop chasing what never could be. Out of retaliation and grief at the lost of their only love, they waste all of mommy and daddy's money on partying and people to ease the pain. This entire time they were already promised to someone who they've never formally met. Two seconds alone with that person made them want to splatter their brains over a wall. They finally meet as their spouse moves back to their city after finishing college - bringing their bodyguard along with them.
"Hm?... Oh, hey - it's you! I've missed you like crazy."
What? Have you slept together before or something? Talking about awkward.
"You mean you don't remember me? You're wearing our bracelet right now. It's me - Y/n. They may be my boss, but I'll protect you too!
Y/n. They didn't recognize you looking like... that. After you moved away, you still got picked on for your height and without them to protect you it was all on you to defend yourself. A late growth helped too. As soon as you tell them that they're scouring your year books for ever bully you've ever had, but they've already gone missing or had their lives destroyed. You met their spouse in college and walked them back to their dorm one night after they had been tailed home after a party. They admired your puppy dog vibes and couldn't stop thinking about you days after. Early on in your friendship, you made vague comments about being strapped for cash and they offered to pay you to be their bodyguard. You joked about it being silly to pay for something you already were and they were in love.
You move in with both of them as it's the only way to keep them from butting heads constantly.v They shower you in gifts and hire random people so you can play hero and show off those muscles you worked so hard to gain.
Childhood Reader: Thanks for the new shirt, boss! Must've grown a few sizes since it's a little small on me, but I'll wear anything you give me once to show how much I appreciate it.
Player Yan: No problem. As always - there's more where that came from.
Yan Spouse: Fucking Pervert.
Player Yan: motherfucker - we both know those shorts you ordered aren't in your size
Yan Spouse: .... Fuck you.
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Player Yan, holding a knife to their spouses neck: I'm sick and tired off you getting in my way. They were mine first and they're still mine. I doubt even your parents would care if I slit your throat if I put the right price tag.
Yan Spouse: You are such a fucking child. You think killing me will make them love you? You're too pussy to do it anyway.
[As player Yan raises their blade, you walk out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel]
You: Hey boss... I think I might've used up all the hot water..... what's going on?
Yan Spouse and Player Yan, brains short-circuiting: Foreplay
#yandere oc#yandere x reader#yandere imagines#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#yandere insert#yandere x you#yandere#yandere blurb#yandere text#tw yandere
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You hit the nail on the head! I‘ll ask for more professional assessment: honest opinion on Crystal?
Following on from my ramblings about Sally Park. Oops! Edited to add in Zoe too.
Well written female characters in Lookism? Uhh...
When the bar is at an all time low, it's really not hard to step over it.
At this point, I've been pavloved to think that any female character that expresses a personality trait other than 'simp' is pretty good. Simp is fun when it's part of a list of characteristics (Zack, Ryuhei). Not so much when it's the only thing.
Long live PTJ, the greatest feminist. Anyway.
Female characters I like
Mary Kim
Love her. Empress of 2 seconds. Queen of my heart.
Surprisingly kept a platonic relationship with Vin Jin, showing quite a healthy mixed gender friendship. Sassy and smart. Loyal. Good taste in men (Jace). Is shown having a life and interests outside of a man.
On my hands and knees praying that PTJ doesn't ruin her. Kinda glad she hasn't appeared in a while so she is kept away from his incessant need to turn everyone into a love interest.
Lua Im
Once we got over the odd Johan panels, which I heard the Korean audience didn't like and I'm quite happy about, she's fine. And it's not that I care that much about Johan staying a single dog-dad, I just needed a coherent reasoning/build up why they would be interested in one another.
Lua has potential.
Sourcing intel, even impressing the likes of Gun? A little Muay Thai knowledge? Jake and Jerry scared of her? Lol. Ok. Good. Let's build on this.
Just please don't white knight her.
Crystal Choi (meh)
And Ms. Choi, because anon specifically asked. I really don't mind her? I know she's meant to be anti-Lookism but still judges people based on their looks eh. That's fine. Pretty realistic actually. Whatever.
She can be a bit bitchy for no reason. So can I. Handwaving all that.
What I do take issue with though, is her so called title of Business Genius. Please show me the chapter where she actually does something to earn that title besides the one where other people ooh-ed and aah-ed over her in the meeting with DG.
Wow she's sooooo gorgeous. Ok good for her. If that's the route they're taking her character then at least OWN. THAT. SHIT. Use her beauty and looks to sign deals and get what she wants. GOOD. DO IT.
Zoe Park (also meh... Wait)
Sorry anon, I think 'really well written' is a bit of a reach... She does have some decent character development, starting as quite a flighty, shallow girl and then showing that she has a heart of gold, liking both Daniels and. Huh.
Wait. You're right. She is pretty well written. She's selfless and kind and loyal to her friends, putting up with Logan's bullshit. There's enough of a character arc for her from the Zoe we're introduced to at first.
And I do like that she's good at maths too.
Wasted potential
Minseong Kang (Jake's momma)
Appreciate this is the older generation and from a much more conservative culture. Saying that, I am so over the slighted and bitter housewife rotting at home while her big powerful husband cheats on her.
And then some sort of marriage redemption cos they pop out a kid. Whatever. (Sorry Jake bb, I love you).
If you were going to do that, give me the most toxic red flag shit where they are constantly at each other's THROATS. Show me how they are equals. Can't live with or without one another. That's the good kinda shit.
Leonn Lee
I just. What the fuck was this.
A girl in Burn Knuckles? A group that reeks of testerone and (positive) masculinity? Show us why she joined! Show us why she stays. SURPRISE. Main character trait?? Having a crush on Vasco.
She could have been SO interesting. And she obviously trains, why not get her to fight?
Hate for irrational reasons
Joy Hong
Listen, she's not really in enough or significant enough for me to really feel one way or another about her. BUT. The reason I HATE her is because I was trying to write a headcanon involving everyone and then I got to Joy and I was STUMPED.
Sub in a plank of wood, and it would have the same depth of personality.
Truly. Who is she apart from Jay's sister and a Daniel simp? At least everyone else has something.
Others
I don't really think about them. Sera Shin has potential I guess.
And of course a special mention to Daniel's momma. She's not exactly a unique character, but who doesn't love her?
LET. THEM. FIGHT.
Lastly. Why can't we see women fight? Like the men's fights are realistic LOL. Ultra instinct? Smashing through walls? So why are women fighting men outside the realms of this.
And yes yes. Men are SoOoOoOo strong. But can they take a kick to the balls?
Are you saying Gun Park has been training his dick and balls and would be able to eat a hit there? He wouldn't go down like a heap of shit??
HUH. TELL ME THAT.
In Summary
Mary by and large is pretty well written. Lua has improved.
I don't care much about anyone else.
And I wanna see Gun, Goo, Sammy, Vin etc. get kicked in the balls in a fight.
#is this my most disjointed rambling yet? quite possibly#if you made it to the end you sincerely deserve a medal#sorry if i've completely forgotten about any female character development loooool my bad#and sorry every time I refer to the women as females it makes me feel incel-y#lookism#lookism manhwa#lookism webtoon#lua im#mary kim#crystal choi#leonn lee#minseong kang#joy hong#wannaeatramyeon
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15 Lines Game
Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture their character/personality/vibe. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well.
Tagged by @purgetrooperfox hoo hee
not tagging anyone but anyone is free to do this :)
“You’ve been starin’ down at your drink for like, ten minutes. The ice melted. Here, just take this one.” Sylv tapped the new glass and Fox glanced at the one between his hands— True to her words, the ice to his drink had melted to nothing.
“You two better not be breakin’ my shit in there, Enbo!"
“Dex is an old god," Sylv scoffed, holstering her blaster as she glanced at Nomi. "He can take care of himself. He knew the risks of staying.”
“You should get out soon, though, I have a feeling it's only going to get worse. We still don't know why the Clones flipped their lids and why the Senate declared the Jedi traitors.”
“How is it that we always end up in this predicament?” she complained, shaking her head a bit as they ran.
“If you forgot, you fucking dumbass, toxins have no effect on me,” she said simply with a roll of her eyes. “And that includes Dioxis."
“He’s dropped by the Clover before. Saccha doesn’t like him, neither does Ajina. I don’t think Charlotte does either, but that’s besides the point,” she hummed, pulling the silver lighter out from her coat pocket. “The point is he’s acting different than he usually would. Keep an eye out.”
“Betcha Eval gets off to watching shit like this then!” she hummed as she moved out of the way of another deadly spike.
“Let’s get out of here, Embabe,” she hummed, making him chuckle a bit. “What? I don’t want to end up like Onca and Kiara, the boss wives wouldn’t like that very much and I have things to do back at my place!”
“You’re just acting weird is all,” she hummed, brushing a bit of dust off of her coat. “Hey, Embo. Welcome to the party.”
“But it’s only a fifty-fifty shot,” Sylv chimed in, “Let’s hope your gamble is correct, if not we’re throwing you through and hoping your body hits the switch instead.”
“I’m a bartender, I help people. I have things to do and would like to be out of here quickly. This entire thing is a waste of time.”
“As soon as his precious emperor is gone, Vader’s like a rabid dog without a leash."
"White Clover is open to anyone, Republic or Separatist, Senator or Clone. As long as you don't cause problems, I don't care," Sylv said casually, as if she hadn't just stabbed the spot between Obi-Wan's fingers with the massive knife she had been using to cut fruit. "This is my Bar, my rules. Deal with it."
"Yeah well, Morrak listens, you don't. Therefore, he's my favorite between the four of you here."
Emilia's below the cut because I love her
“Depends on how mad you all make me,” she mused. “But I know as soon as we’re in the clear, I’m taking a small break. Heading out to Germany to check on Kimberly’s husband and family.”
“But I've lost people under my care. It’s not a good feeling when so many wounded are pouring in. But I didn’t have time to stop, it was only after the fighting had ended that I could process it. Dazed and not totally there for me, I think I cried sometime in that time span."
“It’s not like we can do anything about it, though,” she told them, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture. “Big wigs decided it all. If you’re that cautious then come meet him when he lands.”
“Standing around, König?” Emilia asked, tone flat and as dry as the desert they were in.
Emilia looked back at the door, before shrugging. "Door's broken. Truck's broken. We're working on it."
"I used a dose of horse tranq because thats what it takes to get Grinch down. Don't tell Sandman."
"Look, I'm not even 141, I got my boys to take care of and some British SAS to hunt down, here's more tranq syringes, and now I'm leaving forever," Sturgeon huffed, handing Roach a case that was likely full of the said tranquilizers.
"Alright, I'm done here. Someone tell Nocte not to look for me if he needs something," Emilia said, handing her pack over to Seowoo "I'm walking into the woods and if I'm not back before nightfall, I have fallen into a quagmire and died. Goodbye."
"The 141 went where? Jesus, why am I not surprised that Price ended up in a Gulag... not our problem, though, Overlord just sent over new orders for us."
"I never pinned you for a coward, and yet here you are, crawling back to the people who thought you were dead because you ran away."
"Oh feel free to tell Nightingale about the bullet in your arm, just get ready to head back home because he will be removing that arm from your body. It's your choice."
"Pack it up, boys. Lee's taking us all to wafflehouse as soon as we're boots back on US soil. And I know Sandman hates wafflehouse."
"Some days, I wonder, if I should've asked those bastards to just shoot me in the skull instead of assuming I'd bleed out and die," Emilia sighed, setting her drink down as she sat. "Because watching this soap-opera? Worse than death."
"Hey, props to the 141 for being forced to watch all this shit up close, but that's as far as I'm gonna give it. Because if I see those two acting like lovesick puppies, I'm gonna take Ghost's balaclava and puke in it."
"Did I just give you the little blue pills with the imprints K 85 on them? Because if so, see you later space cowboy. Enjoy that nap.”
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Glaives reacts to you having a tattoos - Tredd Furia
Autor´s notes: Hi, there´s mentioning of harassment towards the reader. (Not from Tredd!) So if this triggers you in some way, then please don´t read it. I want my writing to be enjoyable and not to cause any harm.
He would be a little shit. “You think you're tough with all those tattoos, eh? Let´s prove it in the ring.” “Where else do you have them, somewhere spicy?” ¬‿¬ You can punch him to your heart content. Teasing you whenever he has a chance. His overall attitude is I don´t care, galadhians have tons of tattoos.(The one that he shows around people at least) However when you start talking about them and their meaning, he intensively listens. When you are wearing something more revealing his eyes traces them. Truth is he finds them fine as hell, kay? He will lowkey fish for informations about your tattoo artist, if it was paintful, if you will get another one. He´s just being Tredd. Also you somehow notices that Tredd´s touching you much more. (He means no harm with it, but if you don´t like it, he backs off) You wouldn´t believe me with this one (I am shocked too), but Tredd, after incident with very touchy and rude fellow, become your personal attack dog. (He knows you can protect yourself, but something in him wants to make sure, that you´re safe)
The first time he saw them was in a very unpleasant situation. You swaped shifts with Sonitus because he was moving into his new flat. You didn´t mind afternoon shift at all, besides sleeping in was always nice. It was spring and whole Insomnia was blooming. You could feel it in the air, in the warm rays of the sun that danced on your bare hands and face. It was still quite chilly, so you took your Kingsglaive hoodie.( It was actually Tredd´s but you confiscated) So you made your way slowly to the HQ, quite ready for afternoon shift when some man stopped you in your track. “ Hey, you look like a fucking colouring book. It´s ugly as shit.” he sneered at you. “Excuse me, sir?” you tried to avoid him but he stood firmly in your way. He has got closer to you, the smell of alcohol oozing from him. The smell was so unplesant you had to cover your nose. “ A fucking refugee, go back to your shithole that you crawled from.” That man tried to grab you, but you swiftly evaded him. “The fuck you think you doing to them, shithead” In corner of your vision familiar red flashes from warp.
Tredd was peacefully smoking his cigarette, occassionally flirting with female colleagues. You know, just being himself. Tredd smirked, his favourite person was coming to work. He lit a cigarette and went to meet you. He saw how some jerk blocked your way and started harassing you. Oh ho ho, not on my watch fucker, flashed through Tredd's head. From his jacket he pulled out his old lighter and throwed it towards you. Magic sizzled and Tredd warped next to the man. He caught him by his throat and pulled him closer by hem of his stained shirt. Tredd looked ferocious, his teeth bared in snarl. “You fucker, touch them again and I will break your fucking spine. Now, get out of here or I will have you locked up” he pushed the man on the pavemend. “Let´s go Y/N, don't waste your time with this moron” Tredd grabs your hand into his warm caloused one and drags you to safety of HQ. “Those tattoos are pretty neat, Y/N. Don´t let those fuckers tell you otherways.” you were taken aback by his statement, it made you fuzzy inside. “Is that my hoodie, Y/N?” you grinned at him.
#ffxv#ffxv kingsglaive#KINGSGLAIVE#tredd furia#angst#tattooes#I shall never admit that I love protective Furia never ever#or that smirk#mentioned harasment#warning for triggers#mentioed Sonitus Bellum#Tredd is maybe flirty idiot but#he respects boundaries!#gender neutral s/o#s/o headcanons#mild swearing#Why did Tredd get so long?#Cuz I am your favourite baby girl#*very offended Nyx with Luche and Pelna and Titus
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venting
I JUST WANNA GET MY WHOLE LIFE FUCKING STARTED
I’M GOING TO BE 27 WHEN I GET MY PHD
IDEK WHAT MY GOALS ARE IN LIFE I JUST WANT A PARTNER A COMMITTED PAL FOR THE REST OF MY DAYS
BUT I GOTTA FIND A WAY TO GET BACK INTO A CITY WITH ACTUAL SHIT GOING ON AND PEOPLE TO INTERACT WITH WHOSE VALUES I SHARE AND THEN I GOTTA ACTUALLY FIND OUT WHO I AM OUTSIDE OF WORK WORK WORK AND THEN I GOTTA FIND WAYS TO MEET PEOPLE AND THEN I GOTTA FIND WAYS TO MEET PEOPLE IN A ROMANTIC FASHION AND THEN I GOTTA FIGURE OUT WHAT I WANT IN A PARTNER AND HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
there’s so much life to live ahead of me but also? i have wasted so much of it in a fucking terrible suburb with nothing going on and no public transit and no interesting people who share my values and no social activities and no way to meet people and just work work work 9 to 6 every day of the week including weekends. so much time spent in limbo waiting for the rest of my life to start with the only thing i want in life being People and partnership and community and yet it will take SO LONG to establish that once I get out of here, I have so much to make up for, and once again my greatest fear is that in my 30s everyone is going to be partnered up and it will be impossible to even make FRIENDS because partnered people do NOT like single women coming in and being friends with them i am SORRY it is just TRUE and ALSO my FIELD is so ELDERLY that wherever I end up working is NOT going to be a #young workplace it’s going to be full of older people who are married with kids
who’s going to come to the movies with me? who’s going to come over for dinner? who’s going to want to go on walks with me and my dog?
every invitation becomes a fucking date just by asking after a certain age
i’ve lost so much fucking time and made so many dead end choices and even though there’s so much life left it feels like it’s going to be so fucking empty
i don’t CARE if i make art, i don’t CARE if i write, it means NOTHING without people. online communities mean a lot to me but it doesn’t fill the void in my life of having dinner parties and gatherings and quality time spent with people and hugs and holding hands platonically or otherwise and going dancing without expectations and sharing in cultural events in person together experiencing the magic of being present
this is the worst fucking thing about being nonreligious because there are church groups for young people and that’s how so many people meet people and have their own little communities is through their religious organizations and you have none of that if you aren’t religious. i don’t know.
blah.
every time i take a break from grad school and get OUT of here I end up being reminded that I am extremely social and charismatic and can make friends very quickly and there are places that are just culturally populated by very young and diverse populations and there are things to do that attract all sorts of people and I will make friends
but sitting alone in my empty apartment in the dark with about a year left of this to go and not knowing where i’ll end up or if i’ll be able to get to one of those social oases, the Trauma Response i’ve got of being a control freak just is slowly wrapping its fingers around my throat and it feels insurmountable
#personal#depression#i know i know i know i know i know i know i know#but feelings have nothing to do with reason
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Man why can’t I have the fucking cartoon high schooler dream. It seems so fun like vandalising shit, gunning around a forest and doing something dangerous and saying some corny shit like “what would I do without you guys” or “your like the family I never had/always needed” . Like why is it so hard to be a semi confident teen that people like and only kinda judge for silly things rather than the things I’m interested in.
Every time I watch a show with teens I just get a reality check of, omg you have no confidence hate yourself, let’s no even get into your family issues, I’m anxious and paranoid for no reason and I have such little motivation that I would rather sit in my bed and waste away only to get out for my dogs. My brother has more of a social life than I do more friends he can be him around other people without planning out whole conversations and bullshit until people like just enough to tolerate me but not want to be my friend.
I want to be confident enough to socialise comfortably. Even with my closest friends I stress and worry that I’ve said something wrong they are going to leave me once I do something wrong. When talking to people I copy what they do. I have a rehearsed plan on how I ask certain teachers for help or how to talk to the school nurse so I don’t seem stupid. Even my own family I do this. I copy expressions my brother says and any form of media they like I copy that. I try to be likes and for people to at least tolerate talking to me.
I also hate no being able to hang out with friends because I stress is much that I’m going to miss stuff. I’ve been away for a week and I feel like I’ve missed months with them and I’m going to come back and they aren’t going to talk to me because I’ve missed shit. And it’s been so much worse because I’ve meet new people (through my 2 friends which agian is sad) and I’m worried because they have been hanging out and I have meet them once because I haven’t been able to go to stuff. I had a panic attack over new years because I didn’t want to miss anything. I was so stressed over people I’ve meet once or twice that I was fully willing to ditch my family.
I feel like a piece of shit because I don’t have a job and have to leach off my mum, I haven’t done my drivers test even tho I’m old enough, I can’t properly talk to people. I get so paranoid that I panic and lie, I hate that all my interest no one I know has any interest and because I struggle to socialise I can’t even talk about stuff online, I over think that people I know will find out and it will be spread around school and it will effect my brother. I mean not even my family knows my interests because every time I go to talk I get shut down by my brother. So instead I don’t talk to anyone cause I’m scared to be shut down. And my parents never seem interested. My mum is never intereted and zones out mid convo and my dad only cares to prove something to my mum but can’t even get me a meaningful gift. Which sound self centred and it is but I just want one gift from him that matters even a fucking apology
Jesus Christ I got side tracked
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Reflections - Part 1
Chapter 1 – Background
I was told recently, that I should wear a bra when I take my dog out for a walk. A walk around the condominium I lived at, which was situated in a very conservative country, a country which everyday has a temperature of around 30 oC and 90% humidity. I was told this by a man, although not surprising it was a man, it could just as easily have been a woman. “You fucking wear a bra”, I thought, “see how you like it”. I didn’t respond with this retort however, not because I didn’t want to offend the man, but after living here for over a decade, I was aware that such a response would be futile. A huge waste of my already diminished energy. I’ll be honest, I struggled here, not just on account of being a woman but, simply, just by being me.
As soon as I arrived, everything that I was, was not accepted. I was not in any way prepared for this. Naïve of me, yes. Stupid of me, perhaps. Destructive for me, definitely. In the space of a 13 hour flight, my social status diminished to second class, well, on many occasion, much much less. I became inferior, disregarded, disrespected, under-appreciated and abused. Of course, there are many more adjectives to describe what would happen to me over the next decade but this is a good enough start to paint the picture.
For a girl who had only ever been exposed to a bum grab and a cheeky whistle, who had only ever heard of, and I must say, very very much appreciated, the work of, the suffragettes, for a girl who had been told her whole life by her Grandad that she was smart and valuable and could be anything she wanted to be, this treatment came as somewhat of a surprise. Such a surprise, I walked through it all, blindly, stunned and unable to take note, to take action or to adapt.
Although, now I look back on it, I guess I was always in training for this. A girl, born in the 80s, growing up in the 90s. A time when women were raised to be sexy, woman were raised to use sex as a weapon. You only had to look at any music video of this generation to ‘learn’ this. A slim figure and a pretty face is power. Beauty is respect.
I didn’t have the easiest of childhoods, I certainly didn’t have anywhere near the worst. I worked hard, worked several jobs and paid my way through university. At the age of 23 I was working in London in the engineering industry. A young girl, in an industry totally dominated by men, older men. Yes there were inappropriate comments, yes there were derogatory assumptions, yes there were unfair treatments. Was I really aware of it at the time. No. I was young, I was enjoying life, I was making money and meeting interesting people. One man, in particular, I found so interesting, I would move to the other side of the world with him, after only knowing him for one year. Am I aware of those inappropriate behaviours now, you bet your fucking ass I am.
So I moved to the other side of the world, in this ostensibly fair industry with this ostensibly wonderful man I just met. Now it’s probably important for you to know that I am a working-class gal, raised in an inconsistent family environment. That’s all I will say about that for now. The point of this snippet of info is that I wouldn’t be described as the shy, retiring type. There weren’t many shy, retiring types around me growing up I can tell ya. We worked hard, we played hard, life - for most - was not easy, on account of the fact the government are a bunch of twats and didn’t/ don’t give a shite about caring for such an environment. Any environment, for that matter, containing people in similar circumstance - where help only comes in the form of what fell off the back of a lorry last week.
This little feature of my multi-faceted personality (I can say that now, I wasn’t aware of it then), helped me loads in London. In fact, it had helped me loads throughout my whole life until after London. Throughout my life growing up and my life at university in Wales, I also spent some time living in the U.S and I worked in the far north of Scotland, before moving to London in 2010. This – ‘take no shit, own yourself, know yourself, have a fucking laugh’ - personality of mine, had seen me through all of these geographies so far. This belting personality of mine had earned me a degree and a masters and landed me a job with one of the world leading engineering consultancies. I fell in love with a colleague, the love of my life, or so I thought. I moved to the other side of the world. A dream. Until I got there.
What transpired in fact, was a suppression of character, so great, it crushed me greater than the Mariana trench could crush a polystyrene cup. Yes I am a geek, let me try that again, it crushed me greater than a giant could crush a pea, than a fallen oak could crush a mushroom. Than an abusive partner could crush a devoted one. Than a society of conservatism and judgement could crush an ignorant, naïve young woman. Than a decade of self-doubt and shame could crush the life of a human.
Chapter 2 – My First Week
The guy I was moving out there to be with had moved over 6 months before I did. This was my choice, because he was being moved there by our company for a job particular to his skill set. I chose to wait and find my own means of getting there. I didn’t much fancy moving out as his ‘spouse’, relying on his wage, even moving out with our company as a pity transfer or transfer of convenience. This situation was not in any way appealing for me. The thought of living together, making a new life together, meeting new people together AND working together scared the crap out of me. This would be way too much ‘together’ for me and my independent head. So I waited until I could get another job and be moved out there with another company, on my own merit. This was a bloody great plan - I should have seen it through.
The night before I was due to fly out, I’d heard no word from this dream man of mine. How strange, I thought, here I am, dropping everything, leaving my friends, leaving London for this man, and he doesn’t even contact me the night before I am due to fly to see how I am? I was sad to be leaving London, I was sad to be leaving my friends. For the first time, in my very inconsistent life, I felt settled, I felt like I really belonged and I felt like I knew myself. There was no part of me that wanted to leave, aside from the part of me that was hopelessly devoted to this new man of mine. In addition to that, to be fair, a few other very close of friends of mine were leaving too. Most were travellers and heading back to their homeland, others were moving out to smaller towns to settle and start families. So, being a believer in the synchronistic, I decided to jump too. To take a leap of faith so to speak. I realise this may contradict the idea you probably already have about me, most likely that I would be practical and factual - based on the fact I work for an engineering company…. you will realise soon that I am a very complicated character. This has been my fatal flaw and my saving grace on many, many occasions. Please put away all of your stereotypes and expectations and strap in. Things get complicated and messy. Most of it, you could say, is indeed my fault. Most of it, however, I definitely did not deserve.
So I followed my heart and moved to join the love of my life, after having spent the previous night crying because I still had not received a message of encouragement from the guy I was moving to be with. Or, for that matter, a message of well, any words at all really.
I arrived at the airport in this new, far-off country, he kindly met me, as was previously planned. I did eventually receive a message from him as I was leaving because my girlfriend had sent him a drunken voice mail. I would say delicately nudging him in the right direction, although it definitely wouldn’t have been delicate. She was a young Australian lass, born and raised in Canberra. We were friends for a reason and that reason definitely wasn’t our delicate approach when we were pissed off, or rather, pissed and pissed off, and especially not when we were defending a friend. Anyhow, I digress, I will do this a lot, I apologise in advance, a lot has happened and for reasons I will discuss later, I am not quite as sharp and as focused as I would have been at the point I am reflecting on. Which is now 2013, I am 26, I have just left the airport, there is my dream. He looks tired and weary. I feel for him, he has been working so hard in his new position. He is stressed and doubting himself. Thank goodness I made it finally, so I can take care of him.
Yes these are the thoughts that occupied me basically as soon as I landed. I believe that at that point, when I landed in said airport, in said foreign country, for said beautiful man, an alien spaceship landed and performed a lobotomy on me, thus replacing my absolutely awesome personality with one of an imbecilic ex- pat house wife and rendering me totally useless for all that was to come (please note I said imbecilic ex-pat housewife – the very important note here is that I don’t think all ex- pat housewives are totally useless, only the imbecilic ones – imbeciles sadly make up many genres of the human community, not just ex- pat housewives, who are definitely not all imbeciles. The ex- pat husbands on the other hand……).
He takes me home, to ‘our’ new apartment and ‘our’ new life. I am greeted by the security guards at the condominium entrance. They address me as ‘ma’am’. Weird. I just aged 30 years on the flight over here did I? I would find out later (2 years later), that these same security guards had greeted prostitutes entering ‘our’ new apartment, in ‘our’ new life, before I had even had chance to use ‘our’ kettle and make a bloody cup of tea (fucking imbecile).
That night we drank, fucked and were merry. Merry to be together, merry to start our new life, merry for each other. Drunk on ourselves. We had such a fantastic night. Until he punched a hole in the wall.
Chapter 3 – Reflections.
I will interject the story here with a reflection, not because this occurred to me at the time of the wall punching incident, it didn’t occur to me until much later. The first night that I slept with this guy, we had been to our annual work function. It was at the Savoy, a fairly lavish affair, followed by a trip to a trashy club with a swimming pool in it. In to which we all jumped wearing only our undies – ball gowns and tuxedos were just not permitted. The club was trashy, not stupid. They were not up for a night of rescuing pissed up twats drowning in heavy weighted cocktail wear.
After this night of headiness, we went home, when I say home, I mean back to his place for a shag. As we were walking along the cold, early morning streets of London – trying to flag a cab (note this was pre-Uber days), there I was marching along in my beautiful, notably sleeveless ball gown, there he was in his tuxedo suit, inclusive of a jacket. The month was September. The time of day was approximately 5 am. It was fucking freezing. Did he offer me his jacket. Absolutely not. Not once. Did he think about it, yes. He confessed to me months, maybe years later, he thought about it, but didn’t want to come of as cliché. What a nob. Early warning sign. Most definitely. Did I see it, absolutely not, did I want to see it, absolutely not.
What followed after this however, was not at all bad. We went back to his place, had a night of pretty fucking fantastic sex, I can’t lie, the guy had – has – a great penis. As far as I am aware, he is still alive and with a fully functioning penis. The next day I took a bus back from his place to mine. Yes a bus. Despite the fact we had been celebrating at the Savoy the night before, those shenanigans were on the company, I was definitely not in the realm of taxis across London on a busy Saturday lunch time. I was indeed only a couple years out of a bank loaned university education. So for me it was the bus. With a sleep deprived, hung over, but happily shagged look about me, and still wearing the beautiful ball gown, emitting an odorous mix of fags, booze, sweat and chlorine. You can take a working-class girl and put her in the Savoy ……
Incidentally, during this bus journey home I received two phone calls – one from a couple of girlfriends (one being the elegant lady from Canberra mentioned earlier), kindly letting me know they were in the pub and that I should go and join them. I did. The second was from my drug dealer, kindly inquiring as to whether I would need any supplies that weekend. I did. Drug dealers can be so thoughtful.
Now I realise that this turn in the story may have put many of you off. May I please remind you, I said I was a multi- faceted character. This story is my truth, so I will tell it, warts an all. I have done many things in my life I am not proud of, this is not one of those moments. I had a fucking fantastic time in London. So I will tell it, drugs an all. I will admit that in the end it went too far. Inevitably of course. For those of you still with me, I thank you, you will not be disappointed. For those of you now in dismay at my abysmal character – fuck off and read something else. Otherwise, strap in, here comes the tale of me, and how I came to be, sitting here writing these Reflections, hoping to share my hard-earned lessons. To perhaps give you some hope and comfort that you are not the only fuck up in the world, to provide confirmation that life gives both glorious moments and dollops of shit in tandem. Or at the very least, I do hope that I will give you a bloody good laugh.
#captivating#comedy#travel#strong female#feminism#adventure#perspective#personal#drugaddiction#alcholism#familyproblems#friendship#edgeofyourseat#non fiction#nonfiction#life#funny#inspiration
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Clawless chapters 17 & 18
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Chapter 17
Not when the man trusted me so little, he had to collar me like a stray dog.
The only consolation is that at least Vail seems to understand (even a little) how fucking shitty Jasper is.
“Oh, wow, Vail. Just wow. I mean, Jasper’s going to flip, but maybe he needs to take a moment. I know he still really cares about you…”
Putting an ancient alpha-wolf torture device around her neck isn’t him saying “I care about you.” It’s him saying that he can control her, and there’s nothing she can do to stop him.
It’s 100% a power move. It’s so anti-romantic that Christian Grey called up to challenge Jasper to a “shittest love interest” showdown.
“It’s your fault for making me watch Fifty Shades of Grey on pizza night.”
Chapter 17 summary: They spend the night in the hotel, although it’s only sleeping. Jasper tries to comfort the crying Vail, but she sucks it up and hides her tears from him.
In the morning, she tells herself that she’s done playing around with Jasper. She finds a note from him saying that he had to leave on pack business, but that his driver was waiting to take her back to school. She uses the time to write two letters, but then gets angry when the person downstairs says that all letters must go through Jasper.
In the car, Vail wastes no time in trashtalking the driver, and also insulting Jasper himself.
At the school, Nadia is waiting for Vail, and is quick to take her to a room so that Vail can calm down and collect herself. She tells Vail that she’d read about the kind of collar Vail has on now: it’s an ancient thing alphas used to put on omegas to protect them. It basically sends out jolts of alpha power to discourage other alphas from getting too close. Vail is angry over the entire thing, and simply wants to get it off from her neck.
She then explains that she wrote a letter to her grandfather, the Marrow alpha, basically introducing herself, explaining her situation, and inviting him to come visit her at the school. But she didn’t know the address, so she’s not sure if the letter would ever reach its intended target. (My guess is that we’re going to meet gramps sometime before this book is over.)
Chapter 18
“Den Night. It’s when the pack’s pups are brought in and assigned to omegas for the night. Kind of like that robot baby thing the humans do, only way less weird.”
Except that you’re supposed to practise on the dolls first, so that the adults know that you’re ready to help care for an actual baby.
Because let me tell you that I’ve heard more than enough horrible things people did to those dolls that should put them on some sort of “do not fly” list for parenting.
Something tells me that a girl who is being forced to take care of a bunch of pups is not somebody that you should rely upon.
Somehow, that was almost worse than hearing them urge Jasper to breed my ass. I got that bit. Shifters saw omegas as brood mates. Sometimes they felt a stronger bond and claimed them as permanent mates, but other times it was for the sole purpose of breeding pups. The concept seemed pretty shitty until you acknowledged how many more male wolves there were than females.
But breeding wasn’t on Jasper’s mind. I’d let him tie me up and strip me down, and even that hadn’t tempted him. All he’d cared about was punishing me. By containing me. I felt nausea pool in my belly at that word. Those guards were doubly wrong, because Jasper hadn’t looked miserable when he’d snapped the collar around my neck. If anything, he’d looked as radiant as the fucking sun.
This is quickly turning into a Horace the Dead horse with this series, I think.
Jasper isn’t actually interested in being with Vail; he’s simply upset that he can no longer control her.
“It’s not like I can toss one of my betas into the lion’s den. This way, if the crazy asshole objects, he can bring his bullshit straight to me.”
Chapter 18 summary: Vail mopes around with her friends and complains about her new class schedule. The girls are like “the classes aren’t that bad. You’re going to love “den duties”. This is basically the babysitting part of home ec, but with werewolf pups instead of human babies. That instead of having to take care of the baby that cries and you need the key to make it stop, it’s an actual puppy.
The girls then decide that they aren’t going to be able to find anything about the collar in a book, so they send Vail out to talk to the guards, and for her to offer them a cupcake. They get really angry with her, and tell her that they’re going to report her. Vail is all like “Over a cupcake? WTF.”
Then they have an omega meeting, where Reed reads off the new adjustments. That they’ve decided to put more guards on campus, rather than to implant tracking chips in the omegas. However, this will be revisited if there’s another incident. Vail knows that Jasper’s decision is because he’s collared her, and that the other omegas were simply caught in the crosshairs of his anger with Vail. One of the other new things is that the girls are to do one-on-one self-defence lessons with a beta twice weekly.
After Reed leaves, Vail goes after him. He’s shocked to see her collar (it had been hidden under her shirt), and gets angry at Jasper for having done this. Which makes me squarely “Team Reed”, since he actually gives a shit about Vail, and is looking out for more than simply his own dick. But there’s nothing he can do for Vail right now. He tells her that with her collar on, he can’t send a beta in to train her, so he’s going to be her self-defence instructor.
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#TiredoftheRiches pt.2
RICH RICH RICH. this word just keeps bothering my mind, being repeated over and over and over, swirling inside, making it the only thing i could think of. You know what's funny? never in my life had i been this obsessed, even though I've been in SG for years meeting rich people here and there. quite jealous but i won't really think about it. That MBA and the people i met over there really fucked me up. during my time there, almost every single one of them is obsessed with, what their parents are doing, their jobs, things they one (cars), where they live and which part, the things they wear, what their boyfriends jobs are, their husband's job, the investments they do, the business they are doing, these are all the things most of my Chinese friends talk about. and ofcourse since their English is not that good, they just avoid foreigners. imagine going to an English university, a Master Degree at that, and not being able to talk in English properly. i still wonder what translators they use to submit their assignments seriously, i just... weirdly without proper communication, too much drama happen, i went out of my house a lot, and i actually do quite socialize almost all the time. but with the cost of my sanity.
they don't even care about me now, and everything should be fine. But why am i obsessed with this rich world? i mean its not like I don't have an ambssion for it before. but they somehow trigger me in order to not look poor, to be secretly rich, or have powerful connections back here in Indonesia. it just made me crazy crazy that i too am rich you know, even though in reality, my life is like a cinderella kind of. I look quite rich in SG, but when i get back in Indonesia, my house isn't that big though now we are renovating it, i don't have my own maid that stays in the house, i have to wash and clean by myself, and the food i eat too can't be expensive. maybe at time can. i can't buy as many clothes as i want anymore, nor those that have lower class brands. i lose, i lose to them. and i can't even go on a holiday or have a trip with my parents since we need to think about costs and all that. since we need to save money for the new house. i just felt angry and frustrated. i do think that ah, maybe i shouldn't have gone to sg for my studies then we could live a better life here, like mom always says. but i know that my parents wants what best for me. but i just felt the frustration of almost living two different lives as compared to when I'm in sg alone. i used to not be like this, I'm serious. and I'm extremely frustrated with this change. I DONT WANT TO BE LIKE THIS.
i wanna be grateful for what i have, and i wanna focus on earning money for the family instead of wasting them. so i could faster live the life that i want. i already have almost no friends in Indonesia which is sad, i just stuck by my comfort zone, in the house, playing with my dog, eat, and sleep. sometimes bake. God help me... or else, I'm really really tired of myself, and living this life.
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Missing the era of Lockdown
I have not posted here since my breakup, which happened around 2020. I had a lot of personal growth, so much self reflectioon. I am not sure to why I decided to write. Maybe because I need some form of “journaling,” since my hand writing is utter caca.
I miss the days where we were all indoors. I felt close to my family, friends, and others. felt mentally, emotionally, and physically at my best; maybe because I just prefer being alone in my own little corner and not wasting time. Which is something I noticed when the world opened up. I feel more alone than ever. Going to job intereviews after graduating uni is tiring, and as I mentioned, I feel as though I am wasting time and enegry just to drive somewhere for about 30 - to an hour; to have a 15 - 30 min interview. Like dog, one thing I learned from lockdown was how ineffective we are at times. Why must we waste time dressing up, starting our cars, get stuck in traffic, getting stressed about because we do not want to miss our interview, and to stress because the location maybe is confusing.
Just meeting on dicsord, zoom, and/or face time will literally save so much time.
I learned so much during the lockdown from software, bussniess, marketing, managing, teamwork, organizing, controlling my emotions better, and overall being a much wiser person that I am compared to before.
I also miss the family time. Since we were all forced to be indoors; we had no choice but to interact, get along and forced to deal with our family issues rather than telling ourselves we are “extroverts” just to avoid reflection. Which is something I think most intorverts are able to relate now since the lockdown is over. I was actually “happy” for once. I was single, therefore, no one to really care for if that makes any sense. I know many love being in a romantic relantionship; however, I now find them to be very stressful. As someone who has ADHD, we will MONOFOCUS so hard on the relantionship; creating an imbalance between our own lives and our romantic partners. I finally feel free. Happy. I do thank my ex so much for slapping reality to my face. To finally know what a “real” romantic relantionship should be, and as one of my brothers would “a best friend where you two can fuck.” So sorry if that rubs to whomever is reading this the wrong way. I used to think breakups were the end of the world, however, they are not. We need breakups to remember who we are as individuals, to remeber our goals in life. Never forget who you are.
The lockdown allowed those who were stagnant in their lives to finally sit there and ponder. Ponder to the point of relization that they were not doing their best; simply, they were not becoming the person they always wished to become. With lockdown over, we are now even more distracted. No longer we are aiming to be the best, now just doing.
Realizing most, if not all my friends have ADHD is kind of funny because they remind me of the me before medication. It is an eye opener.
Sadly, the world has opened up, and some of our close friends are massive extroverts; leaving some of us very alone. As they say, “good things come to an end.” Also, I do know how crul me writing this may come off to those who lost people they loved, I am deeply sorry.
I just miss being with my friends, happy, and aiming towards new heights without interference from the outside world.
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Fictional novel
t's a shame that you will die old and alone but the truth to be known is you've been dead since you're younger age
You took everything and everybody for granted
People tire of your boring self and they leave you alone with your great witch and spells
Your a mean cruel individual who thinks you out smarted Jesus Christ
You constantly piss the Lord off by your evil behavior that's a abomination to him
You choose the devil's and witches
Over Jesus Christ
You waste your free will by opening Pandora's box constantly
You ignore Jesus voice to bring you back home
He blessed you with peace and quiet
But you crave power from the dark side
You enjoy sitting and watching the torture and pain that you've put on people
You hide your dark side as long as you can
You told me to denounce Jesus Christ
You yelled at me and said denounce Jesus Christ
I was in my bed sick as a dog and you had the nerve to be invisible and sit next to me and tell me to denounce Jesus Christ
I couldn't see you and I said no to your demands
I refuse to denounce my lord and savior Jesus Christ
I would never serve the devil with you
I don't know who you think I am but I could never be that woman
I had loved you once but you are a evil man
You tricked me both times into loving you
You knew I belonged to Rick
You knew our love was more strong than anything that you and I ever had
YOUR just pour fucking evil
And so are any other man who tries to take me away from Rick ever again
My and ricks happiness is more important than any other man's
I can't and will never lose Rick nor love another
I think about you to understand Brad but now with open eyes
I see the mannerisms you had
Was all about control and making illusions to appear to be one way but with you there always a different way to benefit you
You never did anything for anyone else
God how stupid I was
How blind I was to believe in you
I know you were trying to get me to be your queen to sit by your side and rule the evil world with you
I am the only one that could read you like a book
I knew exactly every move that you were going to make
You enjoyed that I never questioned you
I let you be and was always there when you wanted me to come to you
You enjoyed when I looked at you when you were about to do something wrong
You thought twice about your plans
You would just look back at me
I don't know what you thought I was
But I tell you this
I could never be your wife
Nor bare your children
I intentionally stayed on the pill to prevent from birthing more of you
You seen me as dumb and blind
In love yes
But I was not about to birth you children
That's for me and Rick to do
I will always birth children for Rick but never for you
Devil children I couldn't ever do
You knew if I seen Rick again you were finished with
Because your spell would be broken
Because of the love that me and Rick have
It's pure and honest and caring
You never told me about him or the band
You kept me in the dark about who I really was
You thought you were going to win
Never
My heart knew better but couldn't understand
But my mind told me that you were evil and you were not going to be my forever and always man
You stalked me for a life time
But you lied to your self that you could break me and my love for Rick but you were wrong
You knew that Rick is the son of the light of Jesus Christ
You hated him for that
You hated him because even under your spell I would always love Rick more than you
My heart was stronger than you thought
Your totally insane and delusional
About good and evil
Your going to meet your satanic friends in hell
One day when the Good Lord Jesus Christ gets sick of your insane crap
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JJK Headcannons ~ Sukuna Ryomen Edition 🥴
I created the cover art! DO NOT STEAL!
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Sukuna Head canons!!
- Regular form and OG Form
- Has a concerning amount of NSFW but whatever it's me
(These are based off of my take on the character)
-> Female Reader/Gn Reader
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Nsfw Warning!! MDNI!!
Warnings: Cock warming, double stuffing, riding, mentions of size/shape/trimming,
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Quick thing I wanted to mention:
- I'm going to be very blunt with you, Sukuna isn't a guy that cares about your feelings or anything
- He cares about himself probably because of things he learned in his human life roughly 1,000 years ago in the Golden Age of Jujustu (this is a theory I think about often)
- Sukuna probably learned early on in his human life that it's a dog-eat-dog world and you have to care for number 1; yourself
- So he's not going to care if you stubbed your toe but you came here for head canons, so let's get into them!!
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Sfw Head canons:
- Sukuna doesn't show emotion easily, other than the occasional "I'm going to kill you" or "You're such a fool" thing
- But if you're dating him, that probably means he's got respect for you to a certain level. He probably doesn't have much of a drive for relationships since he's busy taking care of himself but he bothered to pester you into a relationship so.. go team ig?? 🤣
- Don't expect cuddles with Sukuna; he doesn't understand it, but you could probably teach him about it
- "This is a waste of time, but whatever makes you happy."
- Despite everything, I see him smelling nice but sometimes like a rotting corpse cuz HEY he likes KILLING PEOPLE it's going to happen!!
- How you'd meet him is he probably found you interesting one day while he was spying on Yuji and decided to keep talking to you, no matter how annoying you thought he was
- He has a thing for you sitting in his lap or near him for some reason; don't question it, just go with the flow 👁👄👁
- I don't see Sukuna liking the idea of holding hands, but he's going to be touchy without realizing it
- I found out he's most likely a Scorpio or an Aries ♏/♈
- His love language contains nibbling, rare hugs, arms around the waist, random bites and all around physical touch
- He will be laughing if you make a mistake like tripping, don't get your hopes up -_-
- Acts like a cat; feed him, clean him, pay attention to only him, or f u
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Nsfw Head canons (Regular Form):
- Loves grabbing your ass at random moments or stares at it in general boredom
- He's probably a big man on everything below the waist
- Sukuna won't even bother getting specific with what he likes just says "Down there" and thinks that's going to solve it
- He's probably got a big sex drive when he is down to do the deed and has tried everything at least once but I don't think it happens everyday but often
- (Yes Ik, getting fucked by Sukuna everyday sounds like the dream but that you probably kill you)
- Got momentum, trimmed regularly, stays clean, multiple rounds can come out of him before he breaks a damn sweat
- Will growl "Like daddy's cock inside you" more that once
- Doesn't like pegging, won't do it, but why do you have a box full of stuff you'd bring out omg girl what in the heavens is that put it away get ur hands off-
- Sukuna likes doggy mostly cuz of that dat ass; he doesn't care if you think you don't have any, he's having his way now get on your hands and knees
- He's going to make it public that he's fucking you, he's going to want bite marks and scratches on you to make it clear that you're his and only he fucks you
- About size and length, he's definitely gotten smaller since the four armed, OG cursed years but he's still got it
- Since's he using Yuji as a vessel, he's going to add an inch maybe to Yuji (ik for a damn fact that these two have a twin dynamic and are the same but Sukuna adds at least an inch cuz he gets an ego boost out of it)
- Roughly 8-9 inches (adding one maybe) with tattoos on it (black rings like his biceps/wrists/thighs/ankles/ect.) and has a great girth that'll make you feel full and stretched comfortably.... before he destroys you, that is :^)
- When he's making you ride him, he's definitely grabbing your hips and doing most of the work a lot of the time, but he lets you do your thing sometimes and he finds it so cute when you're going down on him and doing something wrong
- "Oh? Embarrassed that you're sucking my cock now?"
- Likes to tease you, slight degradation, mild choking, cockwarming, bondage, pegging (but he's not going to admit it to you)
- Pegging him takes time, effort and lots of energy. Sukuna has a big libido and it takes a while to tucker him out
- Cock rings, vibrators to the head, and overall over stimulating him will help in relaxing him and being more open to the idea but he will give consent to all of this beforehand lol
- When you first put that strap in him, he's probably not used to it but he easily learns to love it and even tells you to go faster/harder/press him into the bed
- Not done with you unless you're trembling, stupid, not walking, or the bed is broken
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Nsfw Head canons (OG Form):
- Omg girl you're dead how???
- Pins you regularly with two hands and the others are holding your hips as he drills his cocks into you
- Twin dongs like sharks, more stamina, lots of cum (you're drinking that btw, where tf u going?? 🤨)
- Since he has no choice but to double stuff you, he's going to use both your holes, maybe at the same time idk depends on his mood
- Makes you ride his tummy tongue and thigh afterwards, and stuffs his fingers into you to make sure that pussy doesn't leak any cum
- Loves to breed you or take your ability to walk and break beds
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I didn't do as many for the OG Form but I thought this was too long already lol
I hope you enjoyed it and are ready for more fanfics/drabbles/head canons ^^
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