#but now I'm just...here!! in a city i dont like surrounded by people i dont like and for WHAT!

[0prettygirl-jay0]

~•little stalker•~ pt2

dabi x reader

context: the stalker becomes the stalked.

warnings: smut, caught, oral sex, fingering, name calling, masturbating.

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~•dabi’s pov•~

I have to say, 'm not the kind of guy pretty girls stalk, I'm not the kind of guy that any girls stalk or even look at. So what's the deal with her? That's what I've been wonderin’ these past two months. She's so fucking pretty, that night when she took me down like some rag doll, I could've sworn I was in love, then and there. I haven’t felt this way ever…i just couldnt, way to possessive for that shit. Why her? No one should have her but me…i could treat her better then anyone else, kill for her, love her and only her, be there for her.. Fuck I need her. one thing i needa find out, is she a hero or what? there’s nothing about her anywhere..and her fighting skills were too suspicious for a eighteen year old.

name: y/n y/m/n y/l/n

parents: deceased

age: eighteen

address: musutafu city, japan. 275 kinto street, apartment 214, Shizuoka Prefecture.

quirk: blood manipulation

This is the eleventh time this week I've had to jack off to fuckin’ flashbacks, i needed more, need her. Fuck.. This is not okay, especially at the fucking base, i really need to get my own apartment. that way i can have her all to myself. her black leather that clung tight to her body that night, her hips, her thighs…fuck, her face. The office chair i sat on was squeaky, every time i would thrust my hips up, it would sound. It didn't matter at this point, looking down towards my hips, my hands glided over the glistening purple, tip.

——-—————-three hours later————————

now why the fuck would she be at a hero event? there stood the most wanted villain across from a met gala, a building that was surrounded by heros and filled with heros. dabi had been smart enough to place a small chip in a cut toga had made on her body while she was distracted fighting them both.

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~•reader’s pov•~

i couldn’t handle being that close to him, all i wanted to do was take him right then and there, infront of toga, infront of everyone. taking the cart out my mouth while looking at my smokey eye makeup and fixing my hair in the mirror..he’s a villain, he kills innocent people, maybe im in way over my head..i mean a villain liking me? be so for real, exhaling the smoke from my lungs and out my mouth, i went to fix the bottom of the red, silk dress i wore. my father is a hero, and here i am obsessing over a murderer who doesn’t even feel the same way over me…he couldn’t, right?

“Whatchu doing here dressed like that?” the calm, hoarse voice says as he watched the smoke exit my mouth. in the reflection of the mirror, i could see, it was dabi. shit, how the fuck did he find me.

“dabi..how’d ya’ find me? y’know at a hero event they dont really like your kind here..” i laughed a bit as i turned around to look at dabi, black on black with a gold chain looked really good on him.

“Real question, is what the fuck are you doing here, princess? You a hero?” walking up closer to me, dabi took it upon himself to take my cart and hit it himself, putting it to his pink lips and inhaling, he kept eye contact with me. giving me back my cart, dabi put his hands on my hips to admire the red dress i wore, blue eyes looking me up and down, slowly one of the hands on my hips moved up towards the back of my neck where he held my body firmly. Exhaling the smoke out his nose, the smell of marijuana filled my nose.

“answer me princess, cause i dont fuck wit heroes.” his gruff voice spoke in my left ear and the feeling of now both of his hands grabbing handfuls of my ass to pick me up and put me on the counter, a gasp left my lips as i was so easily picked up and placed on the counter. the only thing i could do was sit and admire the man that stood in front of me, this is all i’ve ever wanted. he wants me the same way i want him.

“my dad is..im just here with him.” now with what i said just now, caused dabi to raise his brow and smirk at me, his eyes glancing at my lips and back to my eyes.

“i love the way you feel, the way you smell, the way your eyes are glassed over and i haven’t even touched you yet, the way you just let go and melt in my hands.” he said this softly with a scoff and a slight chuckle, his big rough hand moved its way up my body and to my face, grabbing my chin to look up into his dark, blue eyes, looking down at me with a smirk, he tilts his head to the side and leans down but doesnt place his lips on my own, not just yet. his other hand kneaded the flesh of my hip, uncontrollably i leaned in to connect our lips.

“dont lean into me like that..im not gonna kiss you.” dabi chuckled a bit again before he continued speaking. “i’ll kiss whats mine, i’ll fuck what’s mine, i’ll satisfy what’s mine…are you mine, little mouse?” his voice spoke again and chills ran down my spine with excitement.

“i want to be..” i said as soft as can be while looking in the man’s eyes.

“…you want to be, is that so? ima be honest with you princess, all i want to do is rip that little red dress and bend you over this bathroom counter until all you do is say my name over and over again.” finally his lips sucked on my neck and his hands got to work, kneading my hip as he grabbed the back of my neck to hold me straight. looking at his finished product with a smirk, his hand bunched up my red dress above my hips. looking at my soaked red lacy underwear, one of his big hands grabbed my thigh to put around his waist and the other moved the red lace to the side.

“such a pretty girl, arent you?” his fingers admired the swollen bud and dipped down lower to the wet folds and then to the tight hole where i desperately needed something to fill. whimpers flooded out of my mouth, throwing my head back to lay on the mirror behind me i covered my mouth with my hand.

“Sweetie, you okay in there?” knocking was heard on the bathroom door as i heard my dad’s voice on the outside, he sounded worried..fuck dad, wrong time to be cockblocking. i lifted my head off the mirror to see dabi’s cocky face looking back at my disheveled one that tried to keep quiet with my hand still around my mouth.

“my dad..dabi.” my hand moved from my mouth as i got both to try an push away the man that had his hand between my thighs.

“your dad’s..aizawa? well shit, guess i wont be killing him on my camping trip next week.” dabi spoke casually and quietly as if his one finger wasn’t inside of me trying to loosen me up.

“fuck- yes dad, im fine. just y’know girl problems…” my head fell onto dabi’s shoulder trying to muffle my moans. hearing footsteps walk away with a muffled oh, i looked at dabi in anger but pure bliss as he entered another finger inside of me.

“so god damn tight, y’know that? but you’ll take me right? all of me, like my good fucking girl.”

“you are so fu-…cking annoying, y’know that.” dabi smirked at me as his free hand put a stray hair behind my ear. taking his two fingers out of me dabi flips me over to lay me on my stomach as his leg moved the both of mine apart. now the only thing i could do was look at his dark eyes through the mirror infront of me. the sounds of a belt unbuckling was what got me out of my dazed state, i wiggled my hips in anticipation with a whimper. slapping his dick on my bare pussy dragged a moan out of my mouth.

“oh, fuck your tight.” finally pushing the tip into me, you could hear my wetness squelching, bottoming out, dabi stilled for a second while biting his bottom lip and his eyes halfway closed. this view in the mirror was the best one yet, at this point dabi was shirtless, his purple scars added onto his tan skin, he had abs and big shoulders.

“shit, only half way, princess, were almost there. you wanna stalk me, you wanna be mine? then take it.” lifting one of my legs on the bathroom counter, dabi grabbed both of my arms to put behind my back while pushing all the way in.

“this is what it means to be mine, little mouse, to be my doll.” he said in a gruff breathless voice as he bent down to whisper in my ear, his abs almost pressing against my back with his hips slapping against my ass. the sound took over the room along with dabi’s whimpers and groans, one of his hands held both of mine hands behind my back and the other covering my mouth.

“this pussy is all fucking mine, doll, and no one is ever taking it away from me. dont fucking close your eyes, look at me y/n.” snapping back into reality after hearing his voice whispering in my ear i open my eyes to look at dabi in the mirror, my teeth bit my bottom lip as dabi sped up his pace, i couldnt help but want to close my eyes and focus on his voice and the feeling.

“im gonna let go of your hands and your gonna fucking play with that pretty little clit of yours for me, got it, doll?” i nodded my head vigorously as i felt the relief of my hands being released. both of his hands roughly grabbed my hips, probably leaving bruises in the morning.

“now ‘m gonna make you cum, and your gonna say thank you. understand?” nodding wasnt enough for dabi, he needed to hear it.

“words, mouse. use them.” his thrusing became so rough you could hear the sink slamming against the wall.

“yes, dabi. thank you!” my hand between my thighs circling my clit and the other covering my mouth, dabi’s voice in my ear and his thick cock slamming into me. it was all becoming too much before that knot in me snapped.

“i dont care if youre too sens-..stive keep rubbing that clit for me princess...” a loud moan erupted from me as stars filled my vison, eyes rolling to the back of my head and my toes curling.

“fuck, yes! keep milkin’ me like that, mouse. please, fuck! say your mine!” coming back to my senses, while shaking and whimpering, i rub on my clit.

“all yours, touya, thank you…~” thats what makes him snap, a loud groan was heard and i looked in the mirror to see dabi’s head tilted back and a hand covering his mouth, the other hand that held a bruising grip on my hip ignited in a blue flame but only for a second as dabi came to realize what he did.

“fuck! dabi?!” my face was still fucked out as i gripped the sides of the counter in pain. orgasm tears slipped down my face and i looked at dabi through the mirror.

“shit! mouse, im so sorry.” he looked down at the flesh wound on my hip with his dick still inside me.

“mouse..what did you call me, just now!?” dabi said with his blue eyes glaring into mine, there was no malice, or anger and i knew exactly what he was talking about, but i wasnt gonna spoil our fun on how i got my information.

“what else would i call you? daddy of course.” with a joking wink and a smirk i would only pray and hope dabi would drop it. slipping out of me, dabi helped me get dressed while watching out for the new wound.

“leave your window open..were not done yet.” was the last thing i heard from touya’s mouth as i watched him leave through the bathroom balcony.

#dabi x reader #mha dabi #bnha dabi #touya todoroki #touya x reader #mha touya #bnha touya #mha fanfiction #dabi smut #dabi todoroki #toya todoroki #dabi #mha smut #mha

[chaoscriess]

Can you please write some maddy Perez x fem reader please! If you’re comfortable with it !

of course I can!!!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! kissing, makeout sessions, sexual references, talking about sex

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! hell yeah I love this, it's a lyric fic!!!! based on the song Body Like A Back Road by Sam Hunt. on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. no paragraphs in this, I dont like to add them to lyric fics. reader has braids in the first part? but it's just to match up with the song

maddy perez x fem!reader

"got a girl from the southside, got braids in her hair."

maddy was so lucky.

𝘴𝘩𝘦 got you, of all people

you were perfect.

you, with your perfect braids in your perfect hair and your perfect fucking eyes and your perfect fucking lips- okay I'm getting off track

if someone told her that her life was actually a dream, and she was asleep, she would believe them.

you were just that damn perfect.

"first time I seen her walk by, man i about fell up out my chair"

maddy met you on the southside of town, at the park near your house.

she was there with nate, sitting side-by-side on the swings but ignoring eachother. they had just gotten into a fight, but didnt want to leave him. she thought he was the love of her life.

and then she saw you

roller skating down the concrete path in the park with the sisters you were babysitting

she swears to god she almost fell off the swing when she made eye contact with you

"had to get her number, took me like 6 weeks"

maddy spent 5 weeks and 6 days trying to get your number.

talking to your friends was ruining her reputation a little too much, so she went to social media after she got your name

it sounds a little pitiful, but she was desperate

you searched your name on every social media platform she knew of

finally, she found you

after hours of scrolling through your photos, she found a picture of your class schedule that you posted at the beginning of the year.

and she found out that she actually had a couple classes with you

"now me and her go way back, like Cadillac seats"

after she finally talked to you, she convinced you to hang out with her

and she even got you to join the cheer squad

pretty soon, you two became best friends, but both of you knew that you liked each other.

well, maybe you loved each other.

after months of knowing you, she finally kissed you

and that was the start of an amazing relationship

"Body like a back road, Drivin' with my eyes closed. I know every curve like the back of my hand"

maddy knew everything about you and your body

you were perfect.

sure, she's said that before

but she really means it

like, she pictures you when she thinks of the word 'Goddess'

she knows exactly how to make you and your body happy

she'd do anything to make you happy

"Doin' 15 in a 30, I ain't in no hurry. I'ma take it slow just as fast as I can"

despite how quickly it seems you two got together, it actually went pretty slow

you were the first person maddy 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 wanted to spend time with, to take things slow with.

not because she didnt know how she felt, but because she wanted to savor every second she spent with you

she wanted to be with you forever, but she felt that forever isnt enough.

forever will never be enough.

"The way she fit in them blue jeans, She don't need no belt. But I can turn 'em inside out, I don't need no help"

god, the way your ass looked in those jeans was just perfect

she could cum just looking at you in them

or in anything, really

she's taken them off of you so many times that she can do it with her eyes closed and one-handed.

she loves the way you look.

"We're out here in the boondocks, With the breeze and the birds. Tangled up in the tall grass with my lips on hers."

ending this on a sweet note

she loves going out to the country with you

surrounded by nothing but fields and trees

sure, she loves the city

like, a lot

but she loves being alone with you even more

in the city, someone is bound to interrupt you.

she wants you to herself, and the best way to get that is to escape, run away.

so you do

every few weeks, you travel past the city limit and down the back roads to your spot.

nobody ever interrupted you, it was perfect.

everything was perfect.

#maddy perez #maddy perez fic #euphoria x reader #maddy x reader #maddy perez x reader #chaos' army #chaos calling!

[thrawns-babygirl]

Blue Chapter 1

So I'm trying my hand at a multichapter OC x Canon fic and wanted to post the first part to see what people think.(I'll think of a better title later dont @ me)

This is the OC info

Summary: After numerous Traumatic events as a front line medic for the Grand Army of the Republic, Dr Izrin Voz takes a post on Kamino, wanting a break from the gruesome realities of war while still helping the clones as best she could. While there, she meets Clone Force 99 and gets involved with their aloof sniper. Pairing: OC x Crosshair

Pre-Echo to start off with, it's going to follow canon as best as I can with a potential divergent point. Eventual Smut. No relationships in this part, this is just giving y'all a bit of an idea about Izrin's character.

Pls give feedback because this is my firs time writing OC x Canon so I wanna know what everyone thinks. Thank you for reading my loves <3

Izrin took a deep breath before walking of the transport surrounded by various clones and other medical personnel. A permanent placement on Kamino was never something that she was really expecting, nor that she ever really wanted before now, but life is funny like that sometimes.

After long stints aboard different venator class ships, working among some of the best and bravest clones in the galaxy, after watching those same clones be marched to their deaths repeatedly while there was nothing she could do to help, she was ready for some routine. With one final look towards the pilot, she took her small bag of personal belongings and marched off the ramp with her head held high.

At the bottom of the ramp was a Kaminoan woman, beside her a small human girl. “You must be doctor Voz” the kaminoan spoke in the intonation typical to her species, voice soft and melodic as she inclined her head slightly in greeting “I am Nala Se, chief Medical Scientist on Kamino, you will be reporting directly to me during your term here. My assistant, Omega, will take your bag to your room.” She motioned towards the small girl next to her who gave her a small wave before grabbing your bags and retreating out of the rain into the building. “Come, we have much to discuss” with that Nala Se turns and leads Izrin into the large cloning facility on Tipoca city.  While walking through the winding, sterile white halls, the Kaminoan tells Izrin about her duties here on Tipoca City, while being quite overt in her displeasure about having an outsider involved in her operation.

This is fine, Izrin thought to herself, as she watched a young group of clones no older than ten or eleven walk down the halls, as long as I’m here I don’t have to watch them march to their death. I can help them in my own way. Nala Se stopped walking in front of a door, uniform with each of the other doors along the seemingly never ending hallway “This is to be your office. You will be examining cadets and clearing them for active service, should you have any questions, your comm has my frequency. I trust you will perform up to our standards.” Without another word Nala Se turned and walked down the long hallway, presumably to her own lab or wherever she worked from.

With another sigh, Izrin opened the door to be greeted with yet another sterile white room, fitted with two beds, a small desk with a terminal on top of it and various medical equipment. She could do this. She could.

The first few weeks passed by in a blur, wake up in her tiny quarters to the ever present Kamino rain, eat whatever slop was served in the cafeteria, check over various squads for anything that would stop them from performing less than optimally out on the field and repeat.

“Something on your mind doc?” the clone trooper she was checking over currently looking up at her with those bright eyes. The eyes of a man who hasn’t seen the front lines yet, the eyes of a man who didn’t know what horrors awaited him after he left the safety of the walls of Tipoca City. “Nothing CT-0216, still just getting a feel for how everything works around here” she smiled down at him before looking up at the readouts from his blood work. Another totally healthy clone, another piece of meat for the Republic to throw at the seemingly never ending waves of battle droids.  “Please, call me Cutter” he smiled.

She both loved and hated it when the clones would tell her their names. Knowing their names made it harder for her to send them out, to send them away from their safe haven. Knowing their names made it harder for her to forget the names of the other clones that she was not allowed to put in her mission reports, reduced to only their numbers, regardless of which Jedi general she served under it was always the same. Log the CT number as deceased and move on with the war. Swallowing the lump in her throat she looked down at Cutter with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes “Well Cutter you’ve got a clean bill of health, I’ll send your file through and you and the rest of your squad should be getting your first assignment in the next few rotations”

You don’t want this, she thought. You don’t want to be there, you don’t know what its like for you out there, but the look of fire and determination on Cutter’s face made her bite her tongue. This is what he wants she had to remind herself. This is what he was designed for. Thankfully, Cutter was her last patient of the day, having already seen the rest of his squad, she could retire to her quarters soon. She could log the rest of the files, forget their names and let sleep overtake her. Not long to go now.

“You’re a legend doc, I’ll see you around” she couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, no matter how misplaced it was “You stay safe out there trooper” and with one final nod, he was gone. Gone but not forgotten. No matter how hard she tried she could never truly forget them, any of them.

Reclining back into her chair, setting her glasses down on the desk and running a hand over her face and letting her hair down from its regulation bun, Izrin fixed her eyes on her terminal. Not long to go now.

A chime at her door alerted her to a visitor, hurriedly pulling her hair back should Nala Se be coming to check on her, she opened the door to reveal Omega standing there with a bright smile on her face. Izrin couldn’t help but smile back at the young clone. Omega had such an infectious enthusiasm that was impossible not to share, she held up a cup of caf before walking over and sealing the door behind her.

“Did you hear? 4 more successful missions! They should be on their way back now! Maybe Nala Se will let me talk to them this time” Omega puts the caf in front of her on the desk before sitting in the seat opposite, fidgeting with nervous energy. “Omega, I don’t track Clone Force 99’s mission reports like you do, but I’m glad their doing well” she gave the girl a small smile before putting her glasses back on and sipping on her caf, slightly sweet just how she liked it. “They aren’t just doing well Iz, they are unbeatable! You should meet them, they are so cool” Omega was spinning slightly on the chair, a stark reminder that she was, in fact, still a child.

“Meg, how do you know they’re cool if you haven’t spoken to them?” Omega frowned and Izrin inwardly cringed, maybe that was the wrong thing to say.

“Well… I just know. I think you’d like ‘em. If they get back to base tonight, you could watch while Nala Se does their post mission check-up. She never lets me join; I don’t know why… But I’m sure she wouldn’t have any issues with you tagging along” her smile really was infectious, “And why would I want to do that Meg?” Izrin asked, eyebrow raised as Omega shrank slightly into her seat. Caught. “Well… if you meet them… maybe you could bring me along some time and you could introduce me” she was looking up at her with such hopeful eyes. Curse this small child for having her wrapped around her finger. With a resigned sigh, Izrin places her now empty mug down on the desk. “Alright Omega, if Nala Se lets me join her when they return to base I’ll see what I can do. But absolutely no promises, she is not exactly my biggest fan” and as though speaking her name summoned her to Izrin’s office, Nala Se walks through the door eyes training on Omega.

“We have much work to do Omega, please stop distracting Dr. Voz from hers” Omega looks sheepish but quickly gets to her feet following Nala Se out of the office before giving Izrin a quick wave. “See ya Iz, have a good night” The door swooshes shut behind her and the young Pantoran is left with nothing but a pile of reports to submit and her thoughts. Maybe she would meet this Clone Force 99, if for no other reason than to help Omega meet her brothers. The kid deserved some joy in life and if meeting these specific clones would do that for her then who was she to deny her. Izrin was never the best around kids, but Omega felt like an old soul, far too old for her age and it made her sad. Kids should be allowed to just be kids.

Hours later, the conversation with Omega having slipped from her mind, after submitting her final reports for the night and wiping her weary eyes, the sound of her comm chiming gives her a slight scare, the ID telling her that Nala Se is requesting her presence in the other side of the medical wing. Odd she thought, what could Nala Se want with her at this hour. With a frown and one final look over her office she makes her way to the indicated room, bones aching after working for the last 12 standard hours before standing in front of a door that looks identical to her own, hearing boisterous laughter from inside.

Of course, these must be the clones that Omega was talking about, but… she didn’t talk to Nala Se about them, maybe Omega had taken it upon herself to volunteer her for this. Shaking her head at the young girl’s antics, she inputs a code into the door and steps inside to meet the… clones? These guys didn’t look like standard clones, while they shared a few similar features, these ones all looked vastly different.

Doesn’t that defeat the idea of… clones?

Her attention was initially drawn to the source of the loud laughter she had heard out in the hall, a hulking mass of muscle clad in a Republic issue black under suit had a grey haired clone in a headlock. The former with a massive smile on his face while the latter… well if looks could kill. Scanning the rest of the room, she saw one with long hair and a bandanna, half of his face covered in dark ink, speaking softly to a clone wearing goggles with his head down in a datapad. Nala Se was nowhere to be found, leaving her seemingly alone with the clones.

The one in the bandanna turned to face her before addressing the rest of his brothers. “Boys we got company, quit messing around” his tone was authoritative, the leader of the squad by the looks of things. All eyes in the room landed on her, making Izrin shift uncomfortably on her feet. “I’m Dr. Voz, Nala Se instructed me to meet her here” she managed to keep her voice steady as her gaze flicked from one clone to the other.

“Yeah she said something about needin’ to do something else and that she sent another doctor down. I’m Hunter” he was definitely the leader, but she didn’t get long to think about it before the goggled man started talking “you are a Pantoran” he stated, adjusting his goggles. She smiled, stifling a slight chuckle “what gave it away?” the clone takes in a breath, looking like he’s about to go on a rant about the defining physical characteristics of Pantorans when he was interrupted by the grey-haired clone “tch she’s joking Tech” he says putting a toothpick in his mouth. The one with the goggles, Tech, seemed to deflate slightly before the massive clone with bulging muscles walked over “yeah ignore him, he can talk for hours about anything and we gotta get to the cafeteria before they stop servin’ food” he beams.

Hunter sighs, shaking his head “this is Wrecker, Crosshair and Tech, we’re Clone Force 99.”

Maybe Omega was right, maybe she did like these clones.

didnt add my taglist for this one but let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts

@mysticalgalaxysalad

#crosshair x oc #oc x crosshair #crosshair #tbb crosshair x oc #bad batch crosshair #tbb crosshair

[mokeonn]

Ive been drawing for 10 years and no one wants my art and i live in a community of people who dont care for each other i reslly just dont see how it gets better for me in this case and i just wish i had you optimism

Well, I don't truly know your situation so there's a lot I can't comment on or give advice for. However, I am noticing some language in this message that gives me an idea (whether it's a good one or not is up to you) of what could help.

NOTE: I'm an unemployed 23 year old who is off their depression medication. I am NOT the one to go to for life advice, I'm just speaking from personal experience.

I think the first and easiest step is to take a moment, breathe, and just think. What do you want? Do you enjoy art as a hobby and would enjoy a non-art related job? Do you want art as a job/career, but you're not exactly picky on what that job should be? Do you have a specific dream in mind, i.e., comic artist/game developer/fantasy writer/illustrator/independent business owner? Because the answer to this question means a lot to what you should do!

For example: I'm all three.

I could absolutely keep art as a passionate thing I do for myself that I happen to post online while also working at, say, a library or a laboratory. I would love to make art my primary job/career, but I'm not very picky on how I get there! I have some ideas in mind, but if they're not a good fit, I won't be too upset. I would also love to be a comic artist/game developer, I am currently working on a comic and a game right now, actually. It's taking a long time, and it's going to take ages before I get to a point where I can even post things related to it online.

So I have a metric fuck ton of options. Let's make that clear, my goal in life is to just be happy, fulfilled, and surrounded by my friends. How I get there? Doesn't matter. As long as I stay true to my personal core values and it makes me happy, I am down for whatever. This absolutely gives me an advantage over someone who, say, only wants to be a professional animator or someone who wants to sell their knitted goods in shops and online.

So once you identify what you want to do, you gotta get ready for the next step: research. Ask yourself a million questions, find an answer, talk to other artists on or off the internet, find an answer.

For example: let's say you want to be a tattoo artist, but everyone in your area thinks tattoos are of the devil. Well, some questions to ask yourself would be:

How do I become a tattoo artist? What does that entail?

Are people the next town over more alright with tattoos? What about the nearest city?

Are these locations too far to travel to?

Would I have to move to make this dream a reality? Or could I start a tattoo community here?

How will I make the money in the meantime while working towards this?

And so on and so forth. In fact, imagine under every single one of these questions, there are sub questions that expand upon your answer, ask you if that answer is achievable, and ask you if that would make you happy. Like I'm taking dig deep, man. Get into the nitty and gritty of what you want to do and how you're gonna get there. Because, at the very least, this will give you some basic goals to work towards and ideas of what you are and aren't able to do. Don't be afraid to get out of your comfort zone! If you spend your whole life in your comfort zone, you're never gonna learn anything.

However, I think the biggest obstacle that gets in a LOT of artists way that I pretty much spotted immediately when I read this ask: having low self-confidence and being pessimistic is absolutely getting in your way.

I've been working on my self-confidence for the last 10 months, give or take, and to say that there is a difference is an UNDERSTATEMENT. I had extremely low confidence, possibly because of a lifetime of bullying, mistreatment, depression, and a childhood of undiagnosed autism... but in all honesty the reasons don't really matter. I made self depreciating jokes ALL the time (the really harsh kind that made people uncomfortable rather than laughing with me) I constantly held myself back from doing things because I didn't believe I could do it, I hid myself all the time (metaphorically because I rarely showed others the things I was passionate in and kept myself very private out of fear of judgement... and literally too. I never fucking left the house.)

I basically was my own worst enemy, and what got me out of it was working with my friend. One day, I made a self depreciating joke or something along those lines, and she just looked at me and said "You know, it makes me very said to hear you talk about yourself like that."

She then went on to explain how I was a kind and wonderful person and it made her sad to hear me say things like that because it wasn't true and it was only preventing me from seeing what she saw. I ended up crying because it was so kind, and I never even thought about that. Around that time as well, I had made a joke around my Dad, and he said, "You know, I wish you didn't talk about yourself that way."

Over the upcoming months, I started working on my self-confidence. My friend helped a LOT whenever I went to her place to help out with her art business. She helped me gain confidence in asking questions, because before I would just avoid asking out of fear. She never yelled at me or got upset at asking questions, and would compliment me or thank me for asking a good one. It helped me learn that if someone yells at me for asking a question, they're the jerk! They're the problem, not me!

I slowly switched my language from "I think I can..." to "I can", "I'll try my best", and similar language. I went from being afraid to trying new things because I was afraid of failure to feeling completely fine with trying new things because a majority of those new things are completely low risk! If it doesn't work out, it just doesn't work out! I didn't lose anything but a little bit of time! A year ago, if something didn't work out, you might as well thought I shot your puppy or something with the way I would cry and apologize. I got better at not apologizing all the damn time, because there's no point in apologizing for things that aren't your fault!

I went to a pretty awful show with my friend where pretty much everything went wrong, and during the show it ended up POURING. We had an absolute downpour of rain. It ended up destroying a ton of stock and packaging for transportation. I had to stop myself from apologizing so much, why? Because I don't control the rain! It's not my fault that we got rained on and things got destroyed! Apologizing is not the right thing to do in this situation because there's nothing to apologize for. I ended up being a huge help in putting things away, and when I later told my friend that I had to stop myself from apologizing, she said the same thing: "it's not your fault it rained."

I can safely say that since working on my self-confidence, my mental health has been at an all-time high. My medication is more effective than ever, I am no longer struggling with depression unless off my medication, my anxiety is pretty much gone unless off medication (I need to make it abundantly clear that I have chronic depression and anxiety and I need medication to be able to function and I know that my mental health struggles are nowhere near as bad on medication, because I am currently off my meds due to doctor problems)

I have been more willing to get out of my comfort zone, learn, try new things, and work towards actual tangible goals. Because I took the time to work on my EXTREMELY LOW (I can not emphasize enough how bad it was), self-confidence, with the help of those who care about me.

Your anon message absolutely tells me you do not have very high confidence in yourself. The way you talk about "no one wanting your art" (I don't know how you know that for certain), and how you wish you had my optimism because you see no options for yourself remind me SO MUCH of how I used to be. So my biggest message really comes down to this:

If you want ANY success in life, you're going to have to allow yourself to have it.

Having low self-confidence and being pessimistic is honestly just... denying yourself the happiness you deserve. You're going to have to work on that because you deserve that happiness.

[andypartridges]

Hello! im really really sorry to bother you! i dont mean to i just love the content you put out especially your xtc content!! you are truly doing gods work thank you so much!! i was just messaging to ask if you could write out what your English settlement zine says? I'm sorry some words i cant make out its okay if you cant or rather not! again super sorry for bothering you

omg hi yes anon of course i can !!! if i can improve accessibility then it's no bother to me at all. it's probably too long to transcribe all of it in this ask so i'll transcribe part 2 here.

i apologise in advance for any grammar issues or just general clunkiness with the writing - i just wrote everything down in the zine without any preplanning and just sort of brain dumped my thoughts onto the page :-)

transcript below the cut !

no need to look back at pictures of lost From the haunting opening notes of 'Runaways', it's evident that XTC's fifth studio album was telling a story with a darker tone. Now, in 2022, we mark the 40th anniversary since the release of 1982's English Settlement, a double LP that would not only become the band's highest charting album in the UK, but the favourite album for many XTC fans around the world. It's a commentary on many things: the ideals versus the reality of Britain, Thatcherism, loss, and at times, a cry for help. It was the band's first album to break the self imposed rule that all songs must be able to be replicated live, and as such, you can hear a sense of 'vastness' - a sense of colour in the music. It's XTC like never before.

England's Glory: a musical portrait of early 80s britain Britain in the late 70s became a country under the leadership of Conservative PM Margaret Thatcher. While she irrevocably fucked up the UK in many ways, one prime example was contributing to the rampant xenophobia that was only on the rise with her comments such as being 'swamped' by (nonwhite) immigrants. Comments such as these only fuelled the activities of far right groups such as the National Front, the organisation that our main character Graham joins in 'No Thugs In Our House'. Both this song and 'Knuckle Down' are a snapshot of 80s Britain: the former depicts the insidious nature of racism and the latter, a call to end such ways of thinking. Graham is an example of how groups like the NF target the impressionable with lies and imbue them with hatred. With no parental figures to rein him in, this bigotry only festers. It's an ugly side of England, but one that still exists and is very much real. We talk about the glory of this country, but these songs point out that for some, much glory is founded in the suffering of others.

Save Us From The Ball And Chain: a musical portrait of early 80s britain (pt. 2) In addition to the negative impacts Thatcher brought upon Britain, her economic policies have also gone down in infamy, namely the millions put out of work as a result. Yet, the most infamous was the Miners' Strike of 1984-85, a bitter battle between Thatcher and trade unions. Miners and their families relied on handouts, receiving no state benefits at all. The landscape of the events, combined with Thatcher's belief that people were unemployed because they simply didn't work hard enough, is brutally reflected in the English Settlement track 'Leisure'. The economic tensions and anxieties surrounding employment reverberate through the song - most notably in Andy's cries of "leiiii-LEISURE!" and the shrieking, discordant alto sax solo at the song's climax. The other clear response to Thatcherism on this album is the record's second track, 'Ball and Chain'. A song protesting the destruction of the Swindon town centre, it was, according to Colin, a statement about "when eldermans in council chambers were getting outrageously fatter on inner city clearances". In other words, textbook Tories.

It's More A Way You Have To Give: English Settlement on Love XTC have never shied away from writing love songs; in fact, they've written some of my favourite, if not all time favourite love songs. But English Settlement isn't really an album about love in the way that, say, Wasp Star is. In my opinion, there are only 2 songs about the subject of love on English Settlement, and only one of them is really a 'love song'. That song, 'Snowman', isn't even a happy love song - it's about a loveless relationship, one where the narrator feels spurned by his girlfriend's coldness. It's a song about the painful elements of love, about rejection and hurt. In fact, it contains one of my favourite XTC lyrics: "people will always be tempted to wipe their feet on anything with 'welcome' written on it". It's just such a clever yet straightforward way of conveying the sentiment of being used, or being treated like you have no worth. Again, English Settlement isn't really an album about love at all, let alone an album that is sonically very joyful or celebratory - it is by far and away the opposite of that.

The other song I would argue is about love to an extent is 'All of a Sudden (It's Too Late)', a far more abstract composition - at least, lyrically - in comparison to 'Snowman', but a song that quite clearly touches upon the sentiment that we need love to survive and that we must realise this before there's nothing left to love and nothing left to give us love: "what can I say? why do we starve a thing that's near extinction? from day to day these weeds of fear are choking our conviction". Personally, I think it touches upon the idea that being sincere in regards to our emotions is always difficult - we're scared of making others feel uncomfortable, of being vulnerable and/or having that vulnerability exploited. So we hide our true feelings away, deep down inside of us - and then before we know it, the chance for honesty and truth is gone. The song is a reminder: tell someone you love them while you still can.

#thank you sm for your kind words too anon !! #i am just mentally unwell and overly reliant on xtc to make me feel like i have purpose in life <3 #again i apologise for this clunky ass writing LMAO u can tell i didn't think anyone would actually read it. although i think i actually #made some points abt all of a sudden it's too late #i'll also link to this transcription under the original zine post :-) #answered #xtc #english settlement #ship's log

[pluto-projectorrr]

Hi tumblr, let me give this page kind of a little note. Perhaps sometime i'll re-read this note.

2022 such an amazeeeng year, actually. So much lesson i earn that year and yes, it maybe same for next day or maybe i'll modify or have a new pov, so dynamic.

First, every destiny is good, even we need time to realized it. Like i mention before, that year i moved to small city near forest and lake. It takes more than 12 hours to reach provincial capital. Tbh this place good for vacation like 2-7 days, but u'll get boring so i felt it. Until i realize that is not so bad. I feel more alive here, no more overtime and no more impromptu task. I have time for myself, reading, writing, or do sport. I was thinking, it's litterally such on Quran 2:216, maybe u don't like it, but it's good for u, yes, He knows, always.

Second, there is out there we can't control. We have plan, but it doesn't work, we need to accept it, fast or slow, may God help us. Someone left me that year which is good for both of us. At first, so many question in my head, but i choose not to search that answer. For some case, ignorance is bliss. I remember the wise word, from Al Ghazali: what is destined for u, it will be urs even if it is under two mountains, and what it is not urs, u'll not get it even if it is already between ur lips.

Third, for some case, telling ur boundaries and telling ur intentions will save both of u. Several months ago, i know that beautiful lady, look like good girl, with adorable character. We know each other, like yea just know actually, not like "know" each other. How i explain it? So, i try to confess with her, her reaction is good, but yeah nice try, is okay. Couple weeks later, there is someone who i think, likes me (tbh i dont know if she try to reach me or what, but many friends and people around us told me that she is likes me). For beginning, she asked me about work-things, and i don't know, i just respond usually, like other friend ask me. But, maybe she think i interested to her as couple, but no. Sorry if i hurt u. One of my friend said, "way, u r so kind, too friendly, maybe if we have a same age or u r older than me, i'll fall in love with u", oh i got the point. I'll not change my personality, but i'll set boundaries. I feel sorry for the broken lady, but it give me lesson, so thank you.

Fourth, being surrounding positivity is sooooo f powerful. This lesson i take from the lady i adore couple months ago. She is always look happy, even i know she's not. Do u realized, our world full of complaining, in real life our co-worker complain, in social media (especially twitter) full of complain, so much people think this is the bad life but actually there is only bad day. Complaining is natural, is humanist. I did several times, but rarely right now (haha). If some sh*t happen to me, i'll try to see from other side or being positive thinking like 'it must be good for me, maybe later i realize it'. Afterthat, i feel more relieved. So i just live it. Remembering Kartini's word: it is better to seek the light than to curse the darkness.

Fifth, myself is more more more important. I really love myself right now, i love my life, and everything on me. Alhamdulilaaah, God give me perfect body-part, have a healthy brain, beautiful eyes, and everything. Mazkun was right: yang sebaiknya kau jaga, adalah dirimu sendiri (the things that u better take care of, is urself).

Yes, it is. Maybe i'll adding some note later, but yeah, let face 2023 with brightly smile, optismistic, and more "Alhamdulillaah". 2022 was a tough year, but alhamdulillaah i'm safe and sound.

Ps: video is my very very 1st time try airport train🚄

#kontemplasi #reminder

[pesterloglog]

Jane Crocker, Jake English

Act 6, page 4208-4217

gutsyGumshoe [GG] began bothering golgothasTerror [GT] at 11:40

GG: J, how goes the bunnyquest?

GT: Ive barely even begun!

GG: Tell me about it.

GT: Youre off to a sluggish start then too i gather?

GG: Dad has the whole house in full fatherly lockdown mode. Talk about blowing a few measly "assassination attempts" way out of proportion!

GG: So I'm currently mulling over my next move.

GG: What is it that has you hamstrung? Did you ever track down the slippery Mr. Strider?

GT: Not exactly.

GT: His stupid doppelglasses have set me on a wild goose chase to go pry his dumb robots chest open and swipe its uranium.

GG: Sounds dangerous!

GT: No shit.

GT: I think id rather deal with the monsters.

GG: Why is it that our two best friends in the world always seem to place themselves at the source of all our problems, while simultaneously presenting their only solutions?

GT: I know right???

GG: I'm debating whether or not to enlist his help in the matter of my current imprisonment. But I'd rather keep it as a plan of last resort.

GT: Dont do it jane its a trap!!!

GG: We'll see.

GG: So I take it you're out and about now?

GT: Hell no. I spent so much time haggling with those confounded shades im only leaving my room just now.

GG: Right. Well, not to keep you too long, since we both still have our missions ahead of us, but I wanted to tell you about that dream I had.

GT: Oh yeah!

GT: I was curious about that. Tell me everything and make it snappy!

GT: *Whips up bucket of freshly popped corn.*

GG: Hoo. :B

GG: Ok, but, I should say that the nature of the dream was a bit worrisome.

GG: And I'm concerned it may have implications for the game we're about to play.

GG: So it's probably best that I tell you about it before you leave.

GT: Well shoot.

GT: Ok then lay it on me jane.

GG: I woke up on the planet which we have been told about by our mutual acquaintance.

GG: The one covered in golden cities. Prospit, remember?

GT: Oh. Wouldnt it be prospits moon?

GG: Yes, you're right. It was the moon, actually. I could see the planet on the dark horizon.

GG: I was dressed in a golden dress, like a sort of nightgown, and I could fly. I left my bedroom, which was at the top of a tall tower. Surrounding me were the gold cities, just as described.

GG: Behind the skyline was darkness. But just above was a bright blue sky and puffy white clouds.

GT: That was skaia!

GG: Yes, probably.

GG: Are you sure you haven't woken up there before?

GT: Haha i WISH.

GT: I have received reports from jade about this as well. She liked to talk about her dreams on prospits moon a lot.

GG: I see. The impression I have developed is that this is supposed to be a real place, and all who dream there have shared experiences.

GG: Did Jade ever mention seeing us there?

GT: No but why would she? This was long before we were born! She was dreaming there like a hundred years ago or something.

GG: Hrmm. Anyway...

GG: I explored the moon, and began to notice people gathering in the streets.

GG: But they weren't human. They were funny looking, perfectly white creatures.

GT: Yeah those are prospitians.

GT: They have these hard carapace shells and also have something to do with chess i think?

GG: Well, I don't know if they had much to do with chess here.

GG: The more closely I observed, the more they appeared somewhat despondent.

GT: Like...

GT: Sad?

GG: Yes.

GG: I determined they were in mourning, actually.

GT: Hey.

GT: Jane you said i was in this dream. Where do i come in?

GG: Shoosh! I'm getting there.

GG: More and more Prospitians were filing out of the buildings every moment.

GG: They all began to form a single, major procession.

GG: When I got closer, I could see that some were in tears.

GG: I realized this was a funeral.

GG: I heard whispers, but couldn't make out what they were saying, so I got closer.

GG: They were all saying the same thing, over and over.

GG: "The Page is dead."

GG: "Our hope is lost."

GT: The page?

GT: Whos that?

GG: Jake.

GG: The Page was you.

GT: Oh.

GT: Drat.

GT: Are you sure?

GG: Yes, I saw your body lying in a sort of coffin, on a bed of flowers. You were dead as a doornail.

GG: Everyone was so distraught!

GG: Including me. :(

GG: But before I could get too horribly upset, let alone make sense of any of it, I woke up.

GG: I of course immediately wanted to tell you all about, but it was still well before sunrise for you, and you were surely still asleep.

GG: Then as the day went on I guess I became distracted by other things. You know how it is.

GG: I hope I'm not too late to "warn" you, though to be frank I don't have the foggiest clue what it is I'm warning you about.

GG: "Dear Jake, oh please do try not to... have already... died in my dream? Likely while you were sleeping, perhaps peacefully?"

GT: Haha yeah. I see your point.

GG: Still, I think you'll agree that it's to be viewed as a troubling omen.

GG: I care very much for you, and I don't know what I'd do if I lost you both in my dreams, and here in this world.

GG: So for whatever good it does, just please be extra careful out there today!

GT: Roger that janey!

GT: And um same goes for you about being careful what with these various rogues accosting you with foul play lately and whatnot...

GT: Because well i sure do care a lot about you too you know that.

GG: Hooray! Will do. ;B

GG: Now let's get this silly old adventure off to the races before the coat of dust it's growing gets any thicker.

GT: Booyeah!

GT: Ok good luck jane and keep me posted! C ya.

golgothasTerror [GT] ceased bothering gutsyGumshoe [GG]

#homestuck #jane crocker #jake english #homestuck act 6 #page 4208 #page 4209 #page 4210 #page 4211 #page 4212 #page 4213 #page 4214 #page 4215 #page 4216 #page 4217 #homestuck act 6 act 1

[thewanderingace]

I'm SO fucking sick of people!

I've got morons in my neighborhood who won't stop setting off gigantic fireworks that sound like bombs going off and scaring the shit out of my dog. EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT. Not only are they illegal and terrify my dog but those things are dangerous! I live in suburbia! You can't set off things made of fire when you are surrounded by houses for miles! What goes up must come down! Plus I'd bet my left arm that those who are doing this are drunk as fuck which certainly doesn't help things.

And on top of that, when I went outside just now (it's about 10:30pm) to try and see who is setting them off so I can call the cops on them (cause I'm fucking done with this) this family walks by with their dog off its leash and this dog comes running up onto my property, straight at me, growling. WE HAVE FUCKING LEASH LAWS ASSHOLES! The dog gets like three from me snarling and growling before the dumbass owner nabs it. I say not so happily that we have leash laws in this city please put your fucking dog on a leash and get it off my property and away from me before it bites me (I actually just said the leash law bit). And this lady. This stupid lady has the gall to say "I have a leash" while holding it up to show me. Then put your dog on it! I replied loudly. And she's like "okay call down lady." BITCH! I WON'T! Because there's not point in carrying a leash if your dog ISN'T ATTACHED TO IT! "I have a leash". FUCKING BITCH! You're dog was about to attack me!

And dont even get me started and the other idiot neighbors I have who also don't follow leash laws and assume that everyone and every dog loves other dog and let their untrained animal run free. The amount of times I've almost been bitten is insane and I'm SICK OF IT

I'm so pissed! I hate people so damn much. I hate people who think what they do doesnt affect others. I hate people who own dogs and claim they're "well trained. He wont attack unless I say so" BITCH! You're dog literally just came at me to attack! I was standing in my own yard! PUT YOUR DOG ON A GOD DAMN LEASH!

And I swear if I ever figure out which house around here is setting off professional grade fireworks I will call the fucking cops on them. I'm tired of my dog being terrified every night. I'm not waiting until mine or my neighbors house catches fire because these idiots were too blaise about setting off literal bombs in a neighborhood.

I'm done. I want to move out of here, buy a plot of like 10 acres, build a house on it, and never fucking leave it.

And I know with everything going on in the world and the U.S. right now this is trivial but after today this was just the last straw. I'm angry and tired and annoyed and I want to never see or interact with another person again in my life. People suck.

#sidenote I definitely came inside after that confrontation with the dog and cried #confrontation scares me #but even more than that PEOPLE scare me #people are mean and cruel and terrify me #every day i become more and more agoraphobic #im just so fucking tired #personal #stephs stuff #delete later

[storybook-souls]

sigh okay I'm gonna once again bitch about something that doesn't matter and probably delete this soon

#i just. i think it's fucked up that i mostly stayed in the midwest to be close to my family and yet am Still just #increasingly getting more and more Weird Tension with them and distant from them and don't know how to FIX it #and then the OTHER reason I stayed was for turner which. don't get me wrong i wld never have moved more than an hour away while he was sick #but like in Hindsight i should have just stayed in my hometown until he was gone and *then* moved Elsewhere #especially w covid #but now I'm just...here!! in a city i dont like surrounded by people i dont like and for WHAT! #its fucking me up that i literally have no one to catsit sam when i go see taylor it's like. i have NO one. #who has NO one that they know in their WHOLE city???? #if i had an emergency of any kind i literally don't know what id do! the closest people who love me are over an hour away! #which i KNOW is just how it is for so many people in modern americana and im SO lucky to have family who's Good and who Is just an hour awa #and so lucky to have friends who love me even if they haven't seen me in person for over a year or Ever #so i feel STUPID complaining as i do about Everything in my life but like!! im SAD! #like if im gonna be working a stressful job that isn't getting me Anywhere i could at LEAST have FRIENDS to play board games or have drinks #and i HATE that when i DO get to make plans and see friends i feel like. weird and guilty if i don't somehow Include Everyone or Optimize #bc i get so few days off and everyone is so FAR from me #and i think i COULD make local friends this summer if i really tried but it's hard and idk where to start and also like. #then I'd have things keeping me here and i dont WANT to be here but also there's ALREADY things keeping me here #if i was serious about being Flexible I wouldn't have gotten a cat! moving is HARD! #but like. so what now? am i really just? stuck? do i just STAY here? what am i WAITING for what's gonna HAPPEN #hhh this week sucks. this week sucks!

[antarax]

𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

You'd waited all night to give Damian the first kiss of the year, so why were you stalling now?

✭ 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫!𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✭ 𝟷,𝟶𝟻𝟾 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

✭ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟.

✭ 𝐚/𝐧: which is more embarrassing, promising this blurb and not posting it or actually posting but 10 days after it was actually supposed to be? happy first week of the year lmao. I'd like to mention english isn't actually my first language, in case any of this makes no sense

It was half past eleven.

An almost violent—and frankly disrespectful—mix of expensive perfumes, colognes and alcohol surrounded you as you swiveled around the people in the room. Some of them vaguely familiar faces from the quick glances and waves you'd give and receive as you passed each other down the academy halls while others stayed unrecognizable, as some weren't classmates but rather acquainted with Damian and Adriano—the only friend of Damian's from his social circle.

You'd left him sitting on one of the swings back at the garden once Adriano had sat down with him, a two liter bottle of soda in his hands being passed to Damian as you attempted to get out of your own head.

When you found Damian again it was out in the balcony, leaning against the railing on his elbow, a wine glass filled with soda and the bottle balancing precariously on the railing. The breeze blowing was sharp, Damian’s nose and cheeks rosy under its cold.

You were only slightly shivering, whether the uneasiness in the pit of your stomach was from the cold or the nerves laid unclear.

You slouched on the couch on the side across to Damian, "No, you dont get it, im sure it broke," You said with a somewhat frantic smile, but you weren’t really looking at Damian, instead staring out at the mass of lights from the city, waving your hands around as you explained, "It just fucking fell, and the thud sounded real bad, so i kneel to look at it closer and the whole frame just fucking cracked."

Damian looked at you his glass still raised to his lips, slightly raising a brow yet still looking serene. He set the glass on the railing.

You look at him and shrug, "I panicked and I ran," you snorted, "I don't cost half as much. I'm not paying for a frame."

There was a small pause. Damian had set aside his empty glass, leaning iver the railing on his back now, arms crossed over his chest.

"Did you really come all the way out here, to indirectly tell me, I'll be the one paying what is probably thousands for a painting I've likely never even seen?"

"Uh, yeah," You snort, "Mayyybe."

Damian rolls his eyes, although there was no real annoyance behind it. It’s all just for show. Always is.

He runs a hand through his hair, his curls frizzy at the contact as he looks back at you, serene. You give them a smile.

It was close to midnight now.

You look back out at the panorama again. The sky pitch black, and for the first time in what may have been years there are actually stars in it, littered all over it like glitter.

You look at him, actually take your time to study him, following every beauty mark, the shape of his plump lips, every wrinkle and fold in his clothes. It wasn't anything special or interesting, a dress shirt in muted tones, but as long as Damian wore it, it would stand out over the rest.

Again, nothing too interesting, really, but it was him. They wore it and therefore it stood out. For the first time that night you actually take you time to study them, really look at them, following every beauty mark, to the shape of his lips, every wrinkle and fold on their clothes.

You actually look him in the eye, "Thanks for making time to come tonight."

Damian nodded.

"I was scared I'd have to spend my time alone with all these other people– I mean, seriously, who are these people?"

Damian hummed, "I don't really know most of them, either."

"No?"

"No," Damian moved towards you, taking a seat besides you, his arm draped over the back of the couch. He looked at you with half a smile, "You're waiting for midnight, aren't you?"

It took you a few seconds, but you remembered. You were waiting for a midnight kiss. At midnight, of course.

A corny and stupid thing that you finally had a chance to do.

Damian chuckled, looking towards the city to spare you of any more embarrassment. You side eyed him, still struggling to hold back a smile. This was serious, it wasn't funny, at all. Right.

Actually, it was probably awkward, more for you than for Damian. Nothing seemed to be akward for him, like, ever. At least not in moments like that, were their pretty smile stretched over his face and revealed his dimples, taking you back to the mole on his lip that you didn't like to look away from.

...

It was midnight.

Holy shit.

You actually laughed, then, running a hand down your face and making Damian look at you, amused.

"What?"

You pinched the bridge of your nose, "Oh my God."

"Well, you wanted a kiss."

You turned to him, "I've rethought it," You joked, "I don’t want it anymore."

Damian shrugged.

You kept giving him a sheepish look, as if to ask for help.

He looked at you incredulously and snorted.

You looked at each other, another stretch of silence. Damian stared expectantly.

The smile you had didn't drop, but it was definitely more shy then with Damian’s eyes never leaving you.

"At the pace you're going the sun will have already risen."

It was your turn to roll your eyes. You moved to lay on his shoulder instead and somehow it felt worse as you had to look directly into his eyes, and yet much more exciting.

Your lips shivered again as another laugh threatened to leave you, but this time you actually pressed your lips to his before it happened. It was tender, all the yearning and adoration spilling out of your lips, at the risk of sounding melodramatic.

It felt magical. It wasn’t, it was just a kiss. But it was a kiss with Damian, one you'd craved for too long and finally got.

You felt the tickle of Damian’s slightly calloused hands on your jaw, before moving to the back of your neck and bringing you as close as one could.

When you separated, he was smiling at you, joy beaming on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. It wasn’t long before he was the one pulling you back in for another.

#damian wayne x reader #dc #dc comics #batman #anyways yeah #escritos

[maya-meow]

Scaramouche x gn! Reader

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Note: OKAY THIS IS REALLY BAD, IT LOOKS LIKE I WROTE THIS DRUNK BUT ANYWAY IM SORRY FOR MY GRAMMER

TW: kidnapping, drugging

Not proof read

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You were the owner of a little bookshop in inazuma and to be honest Since you asked a loan by the northland bank in liyue, your business went quite well! Your buget was bigger, so you could spend more money.

Well... of course you had to pay it back. That was a problem. The business was beter then before, but you couldn't play everything back just yet. Of course you knew the consequences if you diden't play anything back in time. One of the harbingers would come to you in person to get the money, but if you diden't have the money.. it would be your life instead.

You had to get your hands on some money and fast. You tried everything you could, but it wasn't enough. What were you supposed to do! You have cried about thinking of losing your life for this stupid reason. You should have thought beter before taking a loan but you diden't had much of a choice. You had to otherwise you couldn't run the shop anymore.

You had to clear your mind. If you would keep thinking like this it would end worse for you. You thought a nice walk around inazuma would be good for you.

You took your jacket and walked out of the shop. The walk was quite nice. After you walked around the beautifull places you decided to go to Inazuma City. You wanted to get some food for tonight. As you walked into the city you saw a quite handsome man surrounded by a groep of people. He was asking someone questions and the others were just staring at him.

You walked closer to the group to know what was going on "Do you see that harbinger? He looks so handsome and cute ahhh." "Shhhh! Dont let him hear you say that! He would kill you if he heard you calling him cute." You overheard their conversation. "Did you hear what he said? He is looking for a little book shop. Someone diden't pay their loan in time." "Aww thats sad for the owner...but I kind of wonder what he would look like killing someone. Im sure he would be even more handsome!" Wait...he is searching for you?! You had to get out of here.

You walked further and ignored the man untill "Ah excuse me? You over there!" Fuck he was calling you. WHAT WHERE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO? Ah stay calm, don't let him suspect you. "Yes?" "Do you maybe know a little book shop around here? The name is something like [name]'s bookshop" "I'm sorry, I have never heard of that." "God.. okay bye" thank god.. Luckly he diden't question you any further. Okay now quick, quick, quick You had to get out of here. Food can wait. You walked back to the bookshop again. You were panicking even more then before now!. Ahhh what were you supposed to do now... maybe a cup of tea and a book will help? I mean whats wrong with trying that.

You maked some tea and took a new book at the back of the store. you tried to focus on the book, but you couldn't. You trew the book on the ground. What could you do... you will never have enough money in time. As you were thinking that the Bell of your shop went. You went to look who it was.

It was the man who you met earlier. the fucking harbinger. Fuck, fuck, fuck AAAAAH. You ran back to the back of the store(were you only had the key to) and locked yourself in the room.

Oh god, you were gonna die here. You looked around for a weapon to defend yourself with, but there was nothing in your reach. You knew you coulden't handle the shop alone. You should have never tried to continue-

There was a knocking at the door. "Hey, I know your in there." You held your breath. Oh god. Yea this was it. You were gonna die. "Heyyyyy open the door please. I will not hurt you yet." You diden't move. He was lying. Of course he would hurt you. Why would he otherwise be- the door was kicked down and now on the ground. "You took so long and I got impatient." "Go away!" "Aw already? But I don't have what I want yet." You had to run. All the Windows were to small to go trough so there was only 1 way out, the door. You had to run past the harbinger. As you were thinking he walked closer to you. "Dont come any step closer to me!!" "Awwww you know you look kind of adorable like that.. Unfortunately I will have to hurt you in order to get what I want. You were panicking. You had to run now! You ran past the harbinger and made your way to the door. You heard footsteps behind you but you tried to ignore them. As you came by the door you saw fatui agents outside. Fuck. You stopped with running and wanted to cry.

You heard laughing from behind you "awww. You look so helpless. Did you really thought you would get away?" "Listen.. I dont have enough money yet.. business had been hard lately and I'm trying to-" the harbinger pushed you to the wall. He wanted to make sure you woulden't run away again. "First you lie to me and now your telling me you don't have the money either?! Ah.. what am I supposed to do with you." "I'm sorry...."

The harbinger steped away from you and looked around. "You're shop is quite cute though. Why do you run this shop even though you don't have the money?" "It is something in the family..." why is he asking you things? What does he want from you?! You don't have money or anything.

"Aww how sweet. You still wanted to run this shop in sake of your family, but it is quite foolish." "Excuse me?" "Think about it.. you are here on the ground now because you have probelms with a harbinger... all because of this shop." You diden't know what to say. Everything he told you is true but you just wanted to do something good for your family "how adorable..." "eh..?" "Your looking so cute and fragile right now....it would be sad to kill you." "what do you mean?!" Is he not going to kill you?! Nono he must be joking, I mean your just someone normal and he is a harbinger! Hes messing with you right?

"Aw..no need to panick. I won't take your life...but you will come with me. You will stay by my side."

"What?! No..I will not just go somewhere with a-" "...." the harbinger slapped you on your cheek. "You still don't get it... you dont have any say in this. If I want to keep you with me, I will." He smirked. You looked away from the harbinger. The harbinger looks so short but that slap hurted pretty bad. "Now I give you one last chance. You will come with me willingly..or I have to get you go with me by force. The choice is yours.

"Alright I will go with you...but can I get some of my stuff before we go then?" "Sure but be quick" you walked to a room of your shop where you always had some clothes but...of course you woulden't just go with him. Does he think your crazy or something? In the room there was a small window. It was high up but you had to try something!

You climbed on the drawer that was under the window. It looked to small to got trough. Why dident you saw this earlier?! how were you supposed to do this now. Maybe you should have thought. you could never get your whole body in the window. of course it was to small. In this situation you coulden't think right anymore.

"Need any help?" "Fuck..." why did he have to come here. WHY COULDENT HE WAIT FOR YOU UNTILL YOUR DONE "packing your bag".

"How cute of you. Still thinking you can get away?" "Shut up" "awwww are you mad?" You got of the drawer and walked closer to the harbinger. "Are you finnaly coming with-" you ran to him now and you kicked him in his stomach. It looked like he diden't even feel it... You tried to hit him again but he pushed you to the wall to stop you.

"Let me go!" "You think I can? You will just run away AGAIN." You started to struggle to get out of his grip. "Stay still" does he really think you would listen? What an idiot. You set your nails in the harbinger's his hands in the hope he would let go, it diden't go as planned. He tightend his grip to keep you still. It hurted pretty bad. "Hey don't-" you felt something warm on your lips.

It felt kinda nice to be honest. the harbinger is kissing you.. ah you shoulden't think like that idiot! HE IS A MURDERER , but you know.. it wasen't that bad. He pulled back and hugged you tight. You leaned against him. It felt quite comfortabel and safe. Its been a long time untill you had someone to hug. You really needed someone, diden't you?

"It seems like you only needed a little affection to calm down, how adorable"

"Shut up" you burried your head into his neck. He felt warm. Why coulden't you stay like this forever. As you were enjoying a little comfort, you felt something sting on your arm.

You were getting dizzy and feeling numb "shhhh, don't struggle. It will be okay" the harbinger kissed you on your forehead 'just sleep, you don't have to worry anymore" that was the last thing you heard before you fell asleep

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You woke up in a warm comfortabel bed. Your still felt a bit wierd. What happend again? And where are you? You looked around and saw a man sitting in a chair close to you. "Oh hello my love, how did you sleep?" The person walked closer to you and kissed your cheek. It felt nice

"You look adorable when your so sleepy" the person went to sit next to you on bed. "How are you feeling, sweetie?" "Wierd?" The man smirked "you will feel beter soon, don't worry" he pulled you close to him and hugged you. You were slowly getting what was going on. You tried to push the man away from you, only to have him pull you even closer. "Hey calm down... what's wrong?" "I want to go home, let me go! I don't even know your name!"

"I'm sorry, you can call me..scaramouche" "well then scaramouche, let me go!"

"You never learn do you?" scaramouche got on top of you "darling this is your home, you will be spending the rest of your life here....with me. You don't have to worry about anything anymore" "but-" "you will understand soon enough. I will take care of you from now on. Let that pretty head of yours rest for a bit longer, okay? You need it"

There wasen't any room for arguing. He got of you and hugged you again. With your head pressed to his chest. you thought you shouldent say anything anymore. It will only cause more problems. You allowed yourself to rest, and so to fall asleep. "Goodnight my dear, You don't have to worry anymore"

#genshin fic #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fatui #tw yandere #yandere genshin x reader #scaramouche #scara #scaramouche x reader

[cilldaracailin]

Staycation Day 3...

So we went very touristy today (and I guess a warning in advance, religious too. I dont know if I need to give a 'warning' and I respect and understand everyone has a different faith but I visited somewhere very Catholic today so I felt, a 'warning' was somewhat needed just because...)

Anywhoo, first off this morning, King Johns Castle in Limerick. I learnt a lot and forgive my Irish bias here but my God the English were penisheads!!

Tiny Irish history lesson - King Henry the 2nd had a number of sons - one if which was Richard the Lionheart (I am sure we all know of him) and another John who came to Ireland on behalf of his father to basically further the English rule over Ireland. Although the castle is called King Johns, he never visited it and the castle was so called after he died. History lesson in short, John, Henry and a number of other English (and to be fair Irish people too), rebelled and warred and fought against each other to try and win Limerick and in the end the English won, taking over Irish chieftian lands, making it illegal to follow traditional Irish customs. There is a lot more to it then that with all the inbetweeny stuff but that was gist of it. England won but obviously that changed as history moved in.

There was an exhibtion first and then you could go under the castle and also climb up the top.

It was really interesting. Here are some photos...

Ok and here is the religiousy bit...

I left Limerick to head for Co Mayo and on the way towards my next stop, I saw a sign for a place called Knock.

If anyone is familiar with the story of Fatima in Portugal, it is the same religious apparition.

Knock is a tiny town and in 1879 it was teeny tiny. On August 21st 1879, in the evening, on a very wet evening, 15 witness's saw a heavenly vision surrounded by a white light in front of the church. Each one said it was the Virgin Mary dressed in white robes, her hands held together in prayer. On her right stood St Joseph and on her left, John the Evangelist. The 15 stood and prayed for two hours in front of the light until it faded away and although they were wet, none noticed any rain falling as they prayed.

All witness's were spoken too, all said the same thing and all were of sound mind, ranging from the ages of 16 to 70 plus.

Its a place I have never been too and as I was so close decided to visit.

I am not an overly religious person even though I grew up going to mass every week, have gone through all reglious practices of a Catholic person. Now I guess I pray and have faith in different ways, only going to mass twice a year now but it was so very strange kneeling in that shrine. I felt suddenly overly emotional and even got teary and I have no idea why at all. It's very hard to explain but I dont know what it was. Just wierd and I don't even know if I believe that Mary did appear to those people but being in that church was surreal. Though in saying that, I have always wanted to go and visit Fatima and the Vatican and when Pope Francis came to visit Ireland in 2018, I did go to the mass in the Phoneix Park in Dublin but being in a place that is so holy well I can't find the right words. Just strange.

Anyway, I took some photos outside, not inside because even I know something like this deserves to be respected.

The triangular glass building is where the appariation happened and you can just about see the point of the top of the orginial church on the left roof side of the triangle.

But yeah, for me it was great to go and see it and I am glad I did. Unfortunately because of COVID people are not allowed to touch what is called 'the gable'. It's a piece of the church where the appriation happened. There have been some incredible stories of sick people/people with disabilities touching the gable and being cured so who knows.

That little odd square piece is the gable. I would have liked to have been able to touch it and if it hadn't of been so busy, I would have sneaked a sneaky touch but didnt want to risk it.

I got some holy water and rosary beads instead.

Each to their own with their beliefs and faith but I just wanted to share my visit to Knock and experience and for me, I enjoyed it.

I am now at my next stop in Castlebar Co. Mayo. I've no pictures. Its not a capital city or anything. Just a town. Tomorrow I am going to visit another touristy town and am debating whether to do the Aran Islands. Cos I'm moving onto Co. Donegal for tomorrow evening, there's not a lot of time for island hopping so might just leave it and do the beaches instead.

Anyway, I am rambling

Oh more news... two of my fish died (Elton and Eggsy) and I just have Eddie left. My mam sent me this video today...

She got me 2 new fishy's!!! Haha! I laughed so much when I saw the video! She has called them Crystal and FireFly (Don't ask where she got the names from).

So Eddie has two new friends to play with! What a mad surprise! Also I laughed too 'cos in the video mam sent me (I edited that one above down), she let the bag fall over and the fish went splash! Hilarious!

Ok I am done now!

Suze xx

#staycation #Ireland #Co. Limerick #King John's Castle #Co. Mayo #Knock shrine

[moonlightchn]

𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝕽𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘 🌗

He's fucked. Oh boy, does Chris know he's fucked. Chan's tense, worked up scent is filling the car; the way he grips onto the wheel, knuckles white for the strength applied is concerning, to say the least; even the speed he's driving at is unlike him. Chris knows that as soon as he dares open his mouth, the older boy will lash out at him. And, does he deserve it? Definitely. But does he want to hear it right now? Not really. Not like he has a choice, anyway.

See, Chan arrived about an hour later at the location, a really clean and well cared for neighborhood on the next town over. You know, trimmed grass, tall trees, heated sidewalks and porch lights. That kind. The kind that gave away just so much for him to know. And Chan knew where he was. And he hated being there. But you don't turn on your pack, that's the first rule he learned back in the day. You don't turn on your pack, so he doesn't turn on Chris. Ever. Not even when he deserves it. So there they were, two wolves on hunter territory. Wonderful, right? And Chris... He was just waiting on the sidewalk, ass on the floor and cigarette in hand, just casually sitting as if he wasn't surrounded by potential threats. As if he wasn't risking his life. Their lives.

"What happened." The blonde asks, eyes on the road as he focuses on staying on the right lane. The question is sudden, taking the black wolf by surprise. Chris certainly didn't expect Chan to talk first, or sound so calm. He clears his throat slightly, hand playing with his rings as he looks out the window, humming.

"I couldn't. I..." Sighing, Chris head lowers, what happened, uh? "They have families... They... They have families now. Kids, partners... I couldn't. Couldn't take from them what they took from me. Couldn't bring myself to" Couldn't? Or didn't want to? What was stopping him anyway, right? He was already there, came all the way. "I wouldn't have been able to. It didn'tfeel right. It was... Was not what I wanted... Y'know?" What would little Hannah and Lucas think of him if he had done it?

"Did they see you?" Its simple questions. Simple questions that he can't reply. Did they see him? Hell if he knows. Was he careful? As much as if wearing five maracas on his neck. Will they come after him? That was always a possibility anyway, wasn't it? The eldest sighs at the silence, head shaking and eyes not even looking for Chris once. "You worried a lot of people. Did not just put yourself on the line but everyone else too. Do you understand that? Could've gotten me killed for making me come here- Do not interrupt me." The black wolf looks away again, mouth closing and eyes focusing on the road. The blonde is right, anyway. What was he going to say? No?

"You keep doing the same bullshit, man. Over and over and over again. Do you not get it? Do you really not understand? Don't see how much we care for you? How much you mean? You think I would've come all the way here for you otherwise? You keep giving people hopes, you keep promising things, promising change, painting yourself a victim everyone has to love and understand and put up with and accept the way it is! That's not how it works, Christopher! You keep saying you're trying but you're not even doing the bare minimum!" The car stops abruptly, both boys bouncing slightly on their seats and Chan lays back a little, hands rubbing his face. He's frustrated, tired, mad. Worried. He is, overall, worried. And Chris can feel it. He can smell it. He can see it.

"I know. And I'm sorry. I know I haven't been the best... It's... It's just not easy. I want to be better but... What's the point? What do I have left? I keep thinking... I keep thinking maybe I should just go away. Disappear, y'know? Grab my stuff and let people move on, live their lives. I'm dead weight anyway, I just c-"

"Shut up!" Its not a scream, really. Not like the ones before, at least. This one is filled with pain, and hurt, and anger. The golden wolf shifts on his seat, hand reaching to grab onto the others face, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "You don't get to do this! You dont get to victimize yourself with me and pity yourself. How many times do I need to go over this with you? I did not, and I repeat, I did NOT take you in for you to give up. You are NOT giving up. Do you hear me? You don't get to turn your back on me, on Channie, on Changbin and Irene and Jongho and Felix and Chungha and everyone who ever dared to give at least a cent for you. You don't have the right to walk away." Chan lets go, the other wolf's head slightly turning at the force as his eyes wander down, anywhere else but the boy in front of him. "So pull yourself together and find a reason. A motive. Whatever the fuck you need. This bullshit of yours ends here."

Not a single word is spoken after that, the remaining of the ride being spent in silence, the quietness of the night and the awkward tensions sitting in the backseat the only company for the boys. At home, that's what Chan calls it, home, awaits Channie with three cups of tea. At a night club on the other side of the city awaits a concerned black haired woman. Close to the suburbs awaits a short boy a new mixtape. At a shelter downtown awaits a cheetah hybrid, on the carnival at the other end a freckled boy...

Pull himself together. That's what he needs to do. For them and himself. No more running, right? No more hiding. He doesn't need revenge, or violence. He doesn't need to hold onto his past. Pull himself together and let go.

It's not going to be easy, but what would he lose trying to get there?

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[lucky4in]

Magic Interferes in New Orleans

Prompts from Piccadilly's book #3

Words used: ☆matriarch ☆throat ☆impossible ☆vinegar ☆apology ☆slice ☆microwave ☆raspberry ☆choose ☆snore

God! I can't take it. The dread is killing me. I'm losing all the blood in my fingers with how tight I'm squeezing the steering wheel. The honking around me is not helping. I can feel everyone's fear collectively as we sit in agitated traffic. Stress. Fault. Jitteriness. Indifference. Panic, panic, panic.

God, I hate being an empath. I can't even hear my own thoughts. I need to breath! Yeah. Take deep breaths. I'm not far from the U-turn lane. So what if traffic is moving 1 millimeter a minute? The storm can't be faster.

Hooooonk!

Beepbeep!

I have to get out of this situation before I have a sensory overload.

From my front and my rear, I'm surrounded by vehicles. I can't move back, I'll hit someone. I can't move up, because they'll think there's space to move and I'll be more stuck than before. Looking to my right I realize the road across the gate is fairly empty. That last car I saw go that way was 40 something minutes ago.

I gulp loosening my grip from the wheel but still holding it firmly in my palms. Taking a breath I turn the wheel and step on the gas. My car races through the grass and crashes though the metal gates. With a screech, my tires are finally rolling and I'm off. Towards the dark clouds like a fool running blindly into a lions den.

When I finally catch sight of the curling palm trees and the flying debris, my weariness is replaced by anger. We had a plan. A simple schedule. Prepare emergency food, water, and medicine, flashlights and documents, locate nearest shelters, fill up gas tank, clear the yard, and turn off the power. When the evacuation order is set, I would be too far away at the time, so my husband would get the kids from home and we...would...evecuate.

Evacuate.

We would meet at the nearest shelter with our separate cars...

Unfortunately, my...sweet...dearest mother decided to take it upon herself to pick up the kids herself...and NOT evacuate. Instead, she wanted her grand babies to feel safe during the storm and cook them a nice meal...at her house.

I almost had a heart attack when my husband said they weren't there. Instead, a note was attached to the fridge reassuring us that my elementary school kids, including a baby, did not infact disappear off the face of the earth. She wants them to feel less threatened and stressed over this "flood nonsense". Make it seem like a regular thunder storm.

Except it's not a thunder storm! It's a hurricane!

I told my husband not to worry about it, I will get the kids and be ok. The hurricane is suppose to be a bad one, the weather man said. Anything left undemolished by the storm by the end of this would be a miracle. Hopefully it won't be my sanity. I swear, she's impossible.

By the time I get to her house, the streets are flowing with water and clawing up her driveway like waves at a beach. I step out and my shoe kerplunks into the water. I groan, feeling my ears eject hot steam. I stomp onto her porch with a squish, squish, squish and jam the key into the lock.

I kick the door open and slam it shut, my anger seeming to accelerate as soon I step inside. I cringe a bit, noticing my youngest asleep on the couch.

"DON'T SLAM MY DO-" my mother sticks her head out through the kitchen doorway and spots me.

"-Oh, hi baby!"

I stretch a tight smile, coaxing my child back to sleep. "Hello, mother."

"You came just in time. I just need to get a few things done before we eat."

And there she is. Like always. Not worrying about a thing while marinating apple cider vinegar on peices of pork. Probably to slice into the-

Sniff, sniff.

-gumbo. Her calm persona was infuriating. Almost insulting.

"Too bad my son in law couldn't be here. He'd love to stuff his face with the beignets" she continues.

"He's at the shelter. Kinda like we're suppose to be" I say, honey tounged and all "which begs the question..." I lean in, my palms face down on the table. "Why aren't we there right now?" I sneer, bringing my voice down.

"Because there's no need to. You know that" she says simply.

"Maybe in your case, but not mine. You just felt entitled to do things your way. Like you always do. I had everything under control and-and you had me worried."

"You know nothing was going to happen to these kids. I knew nothing was really wrong."

"If you really felt so aloof about this, you should have stayed yourself. You can't just up and take my kids like that. We've talked about this."

She finally looks at me, turning away from her task. "I should be free to see my own grand kids whenever I want to."

"I would have probably excepted that, if we weren't in the middle of a god damn hurricane-"

"Momma! Momma look!"

I was interrupted by my two children excitedly telling me that a pie was on the way. All while showing me their hands, proof of a raspberry massacre. Animated. Passion. Triumph. Pleasant. I ruffle their heads with a quick "good job" and they ran off together. Their happiness almost cures my frustration. It does calm me down a bit though.

"Is is so much to want to keep your family safe" my mother asks.

Aaaaaaand its back.

"Is it so much to just listen to me? To just let me do things my way? I am in no less danger than you are just because I dont have the same... tools that you do."

"It looks like it puts you in a lot of danger if you have to evacuate the city. You could simply come here so momma can protect you."

"That makes me look like a normal person, mom. The streets are already flooding and a ton of people just saw me go the opposite direction. I look stupid and suspicious." I'm taken back to my teen years. Having a similar conversation with my mother. "Not everything can be solved with your protection. I can make my own decisions. But instead you undermine me and tamper with everything around you. Just because I dont have it, doesn't mean I cant keep my family safe or simply be a mother. How about, for once, you let mother nature do her job."

"Your father made this house with his bare hands, rehydrating himself with his sweat. No one is touching this house. Not even Cosmo's or Gaia or whatever." She huffs and turn away. A puff of steam emerges over her head, indicating she opened the pot of Gumbo.

"Well, when your the Matriarch, you can start making the rules around here."

Realizing an apology isn't coming, I groan restricting myself from wrapping my hands around her throat. Its silence between us, as there is after every altercation. Especially when the house is mentioned, cause it's always Papa's house. He passed away before I could even learn to speak his name. Mama always told us about Papa. How she met him, how he put her on her feet and built a house for her (it was told he even built the bricks holding this house up), how his devotion to his family and the love of his life lasted until death did them part.

"What makes you think I'm going to be the next Matriarch?" I ask, slipping in the kitchen chair.

"You will. It's a family tradition that you need to uphold. And you are the only girl conceived by me." She answers, this sounds almost rehearsed.

"Why don't the others take your place?" I ask, for the millionth time.

"It's only rare that a boy has ever been in place of a woman. And once a girl was brought in, he was removed immediately."

"If it's that simple then crown them and get it over with."

"Oh, do you think it's that easy"? She quizzes, slowly turning to me.

"Knowing you, probably not."

"Hyde is much more coordinated than that. If they really didn't think you were worthy, we would have known, but I always knew you were special."

Here she goes again. Hyde,, is supposedly the person that gifts the family with magic, life, and girls. It's the spirirt who thrones and dethrones us. No matter who we are. According to mom, the next Matriarch could be good or bad, Hyde has a plan for them in the end.

Along with Papa's stories, Hyde was always directed towards me because I was the only girl, excluding my half sister. Truthfully there was no way to know if Hyde was actually real. I'm not even sure if my parents have seen it. Mom would tell me tales at night of different women throughout our generation, chosen by Hyde and how I would be like them someday.

Perfect.

"Hyde doesn't give you this gift for no reason" mom reassures "they always have a plan. You can't see everything in a negative light. What if Hyde chooses Clio and you-"

I stop her at the mention of my youngest name.

"I'm not putting that responsibility on my kid" I say sternly, though It probably won't matter what I tell her "Especially if, no offense, she ends up like you. Completely dependent on Hyde's gift. IT didn't give me any when I was born, like the rest of you, and I'd like it to stay that way."

Silence once more.

"Perhaps you're afraid-"

"I'm not afraid-"

"-its okay."

"-Of this imaginary ghost."

"Sure, keep believing that. But when it happens~" she sings.

"When it happens to me, pigs will fly" I sneer, memories of that same sing song tone prodding at me.

She says nothing.

"Just let it go mom, it's just not meant to be. I'm not a child that you can hide under your wings when hail comes. However your gifts came to be, Hyde, the house, whatever, it must've skipped a generation."

She continues to stir. She sputters "but-but the family-"

"-The family doesn't know what's best for me and neither do you. I know I'm the only daughter to the Matriarch. I know I wasn't born with any gifts like my siblings. I know refusing my path makes me an ungrateful child and Hyde will handle me" I say reciting what I also heard throughout my life "But that's not my life. And I'm not defenseless."

She freezes. More silence.

"And, I mean, it's not like having voodoo is easy. It consumes you and it messes a lot of things up. This worlds order and the next."

"That's what the council is for" my mom mutters finally.

"Oh, right. The council. The same family who's just as dependent as you. Do you even remeber a time where you haven't used your gift and actually did things yourself?"

...

...

"Don't you ever think of letting go of this life? Doing things for yourself and not the family? Hyde? Papa's house? I notice how this changes you as you age. If this is the answer to our problems I wouldn't mind the sea taking this house away for a while-"

"Mama! Mama!"

"Wow, look."

I follow my kids voices and they seek for me, a glimmer of wonder and awe in there wide pupils. My 2 boys are pointing to the window in the living room. My sleeping child is now up, standing on her toes to see what her brothers are looking at.

As I begin to walk In the living room, they're rushing back to the kitchen. I take a peek and see a part of the lawn, including my rental car but the road and the neighborhood is gone. A large amount of visible debris is covering up the world around-

No.

No.

That's not debris. That's not wind.

I follow my kids. They've opened the screen door and ventured into the back yard. I race after them and stop in my tracks. The water barrier has followed us to the backyard. My kids are screaming and dancing in the sprinklers as the hurricane is trapping us in its second eye. The oceanic barrier is circling around is, refusing to touch the property. With my kids instructions I look up, the sky is dark above us like it's the dead of night, yet inside the barrier, its murky like a cloudy day.

I can't concentrate. Excitment. Curiosity. Shock. Chills.

I sigh as my daughter wobbles to me and I scoop her in my arms. I can see it now, worst hurricane in 6 years and the Crobitt house still stands. This is similar but not related to the instance when a pair of swings at the run down school across the house seemingly froze in the air a few years ago... CIA is currently investigating...

I gather my children inside, they were starting to go towards the rushing ocean and who knows what'll happen. I shut the door with a defeated sigh and sulk at the table. The beneits sit gracefully with their powder sugar and I worship it by stuffing it in my mouth.

"I told you..."

I look up. My mothers eyes are glowing that familiar bright green and she has that devious smirk on her face. She always gave me that look as a child as if she's trying to tell me something. That, or it's to prove something, which I still dont know. I dont think I ever will.

"...you're father built this house. No one is taking it from me..."

...

...

"Now, elbows off the table."

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[theravencawsatmidnight]

Friendly Fire

Diluc x F! reader

Mondstadt was a quiet place, it was not very big but it had everything you needed if you were an Adventure or wanted to live there. The Knights of Favonius kept everyone safe from monsters and Hilichurl mostly. But sometimes they needed an extra hand and had to ask Adventures for help in certain matters.

The Dawn Winery was awake early this morning getting everything ready for the day, Diluc was outside admiring the scenery and the quiet around him. The smell of grapes and wine had a calming aura about it. Diluc sipped his tea with a heavy sigh, nothing could ruin this morning for him , it was certainly better than living in the city of Mondstadt, sure his Tavern was there but sometimes it got to be too much, Kayea was a little brat sometimes with his sarcastic attitude and Jean just wanted to talk about work . Amber was all about Adventuring and the Knights and Diluc just did not want to hear it, he did not care too much for the Knights.

He sat down in a nearby chair placing his tea on the table watching his employees work and walk around for a bit , everyone knew this was his time to himself before he started his day.

“Master Diluc…?”

A small groan left his mouth as he rubbed between his eyes. Almost everyone.

“Yes Moco?” he asked , a little annoyed. Moco was one of his maids.

“Uhm.. i have a request from the Guild for you”

“Me?” he turned to see the girl holding the envelope, “i am not someone who goes on commissions or quests”

“I know Master Diluc but its about the recent fires in the woods”

Diluc waved his hand and Moco placed the envelope on the table leaving in a hurry.

The recent fires were interesting to say the least. No Pryos were in the woods besides the Hilichurl but they kept to themselves and mostly danced anyway. So what was causing this ?

Diluc sighed into his hand placing his elbow on the table and used his free one to open the red wax seal on the tan paper.

‘Master Diluc of Dawn Winery

‘ As i'm sure you are aware we have had recent fires in Mondstadt without an explanation, we send people out to fight them off and come up empty with a source to these fires. Our one lead is a burned trail one of our Adventurers found while putting out the last fire. The Knights wont investigate and we are running out of options. On behalf of the Adventurers Guild we humbly ask for your help in this matter’ -Katheryne

Diluc tapped his fingers on the table in a slow rhythm thinking it over. The fires were strange. Of course those Knights did not want to investigate, they never did anything anyway. He waved his hand in the air for Moco to come over.

“Yes Master Diluc?”

“Write back that i accept, im going alone.”

“Yes M-”

“And dont interrupt my mornings again, things like these can wait”

“Yes Master Diluc!”

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Whispering Woods was where Diluc ended up, it took him all day to get here but at least it was quiet and nothing else was around him. Every now and then he would come across a boar or a bird but nothing serious. He had to go into the deepest part to find the burned environment along with the trail.

He crossed his arms following it , watching his steps as he walked the burned ground. Why him? Of all people. Is it because he's a Pyro too? They could not ask Amber? He shook his head feeling annoyed over the task again.

Something caught his eye after he brushed a limp tree branch from his way, something black had slipped into a nearby bush causing it to get smoky. Dulic pulled his sword to his front making his way to the slowly burning bush , he leaned down reaching a hand out and was tackled from his right side onto the ground. At the last second Diluc used his sword to shield himself as he fell with the creature on top of him. It was growling and snarling at him , the heat coming from it was very very hot, it looked to be swirling around the creature.

Diluc pushed the thing off of him, scrambling to his feet and pushing his hair from his face allowing him to see what it was.

It was a lion sized black cat with very dark red eyes. Fire was swirling around it and it had two big white fangs that shined in the sun, a long black tail was flicking around behind it and bright white claws digging into the dirt.

What the hell was this? An Adeptus? In Mondstadt? How did it get here? Why is it here? Why-

It tackled him again, this time Diluc lost his sword and was pinned down under the creature. The fire did not bother him much but it was starting to get a little hot for him and he felt his skin burn too. He pressed an arm against the creature grunting loud trying to push it off him. It bit down on his shoulder making Diluc cry out and grab his wound , he put pressure on his arm forcing the creature up and off him pinning it under him this time putting his weight between its shoulders.

A puff of black smoke surrounded them both and Diluc tried his best to wave it away, when he let go of the creature it turned on its back trying to push him. The smoke cleared and Diluc looked back down to see you , red eyes, angry scared face , big black ears wiggling on your head, a tail flicking him in the face and your arms covering yourself . the fire had gone away too , Diluc was red in the face and so were you.

Dammit, how would he explain this to the guild, and how the hell was he going to get you to the Winery.

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@squeaky-ducky

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[sinnaminsuga]

New Royalty

(here's that supernatural cross over fic! i'm still not sure i'm happy with it how it turned out but here it is! 😂)

@indigosaurus @zealoushound @killjoy-assbutt-1112 @hope-to-hell @wendimydarling @infinite-shite @inlovewithhisblueeyes

Being a crossroads demon, life wasn’t easy. Especially so now, when you’re adjusting to becoming the fresh new King Of Hell. I wanted to continue my job as a crossroads demon because truthfully, I loved the work. But, being the King was a daunting task all on its own, so I let my number one Knight Of Hell, my brother (for all intents and purposes) Sy, handle the crossroads deals. And he had been doing an amazing job, snatching up souls left and right. But I could tell by the look on his face as he stormed into the great hall, that something had gone very very wrong.

“August, I can’t handle this chick anymore! She’s driving me fucking nuts! And she must be a lawyer or somethin’ because she knows her contracts man. But she’s driving me up the wall and I’m gonna gank this bitch with the First Blade if you don’t go talk to her.” Sy shouted through the hall as he approached my throne. The anger was rolling off of him in waves, scaring away the low level demons milling about.

“Sy what are you talking about?” I asked, flipping through pages of paperwork. “Listen, there’s this girl who keeps summoning me right? And there’s no offer I make her that will make her take the deal and eventually I get annoyed and I leave. And EVERY night she does this. She summons me EVERY. NIGHT. And this last time I went topside to see what she wanted and SHE ASKED TO SPEAK TO THE FUCKING MANAGER. Can you believe this shit?!” Sy said, finishing with an exasperated sigh.

“What’s her deal? Like what does she want?” I asked, genuinely curious about this strange woman and what she wanted. “Dude she won’t tell me! I told her whatever she wants is gonna cost her, her soul and I’ll come and collect it in 10 years. No dice. I offered 11 years, ya know an extra year to sweeten the pot but still no. She said the only way she’ll stop summoning me is if I give her a good enough deal or if I send my boss. August I can’t keep dealing with her. I have so much shit to do. You ever been zapped away in the middle of a battle with a leviathan? Because I can now say that I have! And it sucked! Please, I know you’re busy too but can you PLEASE deal with her?” Sy pleaded, kneeling at my feet, his hands clasped together.

“Fine. I’ll go up there just this once. But do not make it a constant thing to come in here asking me to do this. The King does not make it a habit to bend the rules for anyone. Not even his own brother.” I said, casting a glance down at him. I stood up from my throne and stretched out my arms and legs before heading to the crossroads.

When I arrived there was a stunning girl leaning against a shitty blue pick up truck, her head hanging low and her boot drawing patterns in the dirt. “Hey! You wanted to see me?” I called out, her head snapping up to look at me. “Yeah. Yeah I did.” She said. As she made her way closer to me I could sense there was something different about her. I don’t know how Sy couldn’t tell what she was but I definitely could.

“Ah ah ah sweetheart. I don’t trust angels. Drop the blade in the back of your truck or I’ll smoke outta here faster than you can blink alright?” I demanded. She was an angel. And not just in the sense that she was beautiful, no. She was a real angel. Hidden wings, angel blade, grace, and all. She was stunningly beautiful but terrifying at the same time. The blood beneath my skin thrummed with anticipation. What could this gorgeous, heavenly creature want from me?

“Oh! Oh right sorry! I forgot to ditch it because I didn’t know if you would actually come talk to me! I’m Y/N.” She replied with nervous laughter, throwing her sword into her truck. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at her. “So, what ever could you want to talk to me about? My brother said you’ve exhausted him. I suggest you don't try that with me, I'm far less forgiving.” I grinned.

“Well you see, the thing is, Sy didn’t understand what I wanted and I think it’s because he couldn’t tell what I was. I’m what's considered an archangel. One of the original angels that God created.” She said. “Oh honey I know exactly what you are. I could see it the minute my feet hit the ground up here. Dont waste my time with things I already know. Spit it out. Now.” I grumbled, growing impatient.

“Okay. So you obviously know my brother Lucifer, he used to be like your leader or whatever. But what no one knows is that I was supposed to fall too. Lucifer took the full blame even though everything that happened was half my fault. I believed in him and his cause but he insisted I stayed upstairs with Dad and the rest. When they found out I had conspired against them they locked me up for thousands of years. Can you believe that?! God forbid I’m a free thinker! Pun intended. I’ve finally gotten free and I needed to get the fuck out. I’m so angry and I just can’t stay there anymore!” Y/N growled. Her eyes were glowing with the force of her anger and it made the surrounding air sizzle.

This woman didn’t know it but she was having quite the effect on me. The cogs in my brain were spinning with all the ideas of what she would say next. “Y/N what do you want from me? There’s a reason you keep contacting my brother and I want to know why.”

“I want to strike a deal.” She said. “No shit sweetheart. That’s what everyone wants. I want to know what the deal is since you refuse to speak to Sy.” I huffed, growing tired of this game. Dancing around the point was never my favorite thing.

The beautiful stranger sauntered closer to me and splayed her hand over my chest before slowly lifting her gaze to meet my eyes. I could feel the warmth radiating from her palm and it made my skin tingle and the blood in my groin pulse. “Every king needs a queen right?” She said, grinning up at me. “You take me as your queen, and we all get what we want. I get to take my place in hell where I should have been a long time ago, and in return you get an extra set of hands and eyes to help you run the joint. I can help you August. Truly I can. And you can help me.” Y/N murmured, delicate fingers tracing over my chest.

I mulled it over for a moment, weighing the options and all that. It would be good to have a loyal partner to help me run my empire and she was beautiful and intriguing so I wouldn’t mind her being my wife. Also she had a great deal of power and with her in my arsenal I would never lose, should the opportunity of war arise. The decision was an easy one.

“Well if you know so much about crossroads deals, you know how we seal this contract don’t you?” I smirked, my eyes flashing to black. “Of course I do. I’ve been waiting for this part for weeks.” She said, her hand snaking around the back of my neck and pulling my face towards her. Our lips met in a heated clash and I could feel electricity pulsing from her body. A loud thunder clap sounded in the distance as her tongue slipped into my mouth. The feeling of kissing her was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. My hands began to roam her body and squeeze her flesh. She was so warm but so strong, like velvet covered steel. I couldn’t get enough of her. My lips moved to her neck and I tugged on her sensitive skin with my teeth. The whimper that fell from her lips sounded like paradise. She was clawing at my back and writhing against me and all I had done was kiss her. Her responses to my touch were amazing and I never wanted this to end. I pulled back for a moment to catch my breath and she whined like I’d stabbed her. I pressed my lips to the shell of her ear before whispering, “Sweetheart, if we keep going at it like this I’m going to have no choice but to fuck you on the very ground you stand on.”

“So do it. I want you to. I’m yours now.” She snarled. Before I could register what was happening, she hooked her right leg behind mine and shoved at my chest, effectively bringing me to the ground. Once we landed, I began kissing her again, my snaking my tongue into her mouth. She audibly moaned when I ground my hard length against her clothed center.

“Baby, I’m all about dry-humping but if you don’t hurry up and get inside me I actually might explode. And the last time an archangel exploded, cities were leveled and people were killed.” She giggled. “Keep sweet talking me honey. Death and destruction are a demons favorite things.” I groaned into her neck, a mischievous smile on my lips, before I sank my teeth into her neck. She laughed aloud, the sound like bells, and I never wanted to hear anything else ever again.

She took my face in her small hands, her beautiful eyes scanning my face before whispering “Take me home August. It’s where we belong.”

THE END

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