#imagine this girly at the age of 15

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

if there is one thing this weeks ep showed me, it's that Omega is growing up to be a little shit and honestly, good for her.

#pre teen omega/teen omega will be the death of hunter #imagine this girly at the age of 15 #dating boys talking back wearing crop tops and eyeliner #hunter:flashbacks to Crosshair at that age #hunter: this is fine. everything's fine. #Yeah just let omega be a feral little asshole child flioni stop holding back we can see it in her smile #tbb hunter #tbb omega #star wars #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch season 2 #tbb #tbb s2 #tbb s2 spoilers #tbb spoilers #clone wars #clones #sw tbb

[sebastianswallows]

Feyd-Rautha — sad headcanons

— WARNINGS: angst, mentions of kidnapping, child molestation, mentions of Feyd's child by Margot (Marie Fenring), it's just dark and depressing I'm sorry

— A/N: @localravenclaw asked for headcanons yesterday, here you go girly, no returns. This is a hybrid of book and movie Feyd.

His first memories are of ice floes on the black waters of Lankiveil, fitting together like the blocks inside his puzzle box. The wailing of sea creatures underneath the waves. Enormous weapons mounted on ships leaving harbour. The deep bell chimes that floated on the air, colouring it golden, splitting time in measured pieces like a great grandfather clock, from the temple of Ohashi.

He remembers playing in the sea foam. Duelling his playmates with driftwood they picked up in abandoned ships. Filling the nests of rock turtles with the pearls that rolled up on the shore. There were so many that they spilt between his fingers.

He remembers gathering stiff crystalline flowers which grew on the rock their castle sat on, but not what they were called...

And he remembers making his mother a necklace of blue spiral shells, with the help of her handmaids. He wonders now and then what became of it, and then he stops himself.

Childhood memories are too tainted with what came afterwards. With what cut it in two halves.

With the grim understanding, in hindsight, of what his uncle’s touches meant during his first days on Giedi Prime. Skinny little Feyd. Did your father never feed you? How pretty you are, just as he was as a boy. Did you fall and hurt yourself here? No? Are you sure? I can feel a little dent where one shouldn’t be, yes, yes, right between your bones.

They seemed like comforting caresses at the time.

It was always surface touches on the thin and tender canvas of his skin, dry kisses, fondlings with an almost anatomical curiosity to them, and always with rough laughter resounding in the halls.

Many years passed before he realised, through hints gathered here and there, that his uncle was diseased. Longer still to find out that it was a Bene Gesserit who did it. Sexually transmitted, requiring constant treatment, and the cause of his enormous bloat.

Many pieces fell into place in the puzzle box at the back of his mind then. Why his uncle never showed to him the same sort of close attention he showed to the slave boys. Why it was always those large fingers heavy with rings that traversed his body, and traitorously gentle kisses, and long lingering glances once he let Feyd go.

How strange he felt, after being brought up to hate the Bene Gesserits and fear them, when he became conscious of a sort of gratitude he owed the witch for protecting him, beyond the grave, from the worst of his uncle’s attentions.

He remembers the first time he fell sick on Giedi Prime. It was during his first month there, when his body couldn’t take the toxic fumes and the industrial meat. His body revolted, flushing with an allergic reaction.

And he remembers his uncle’s visits, a few of them. How he slipped his fat hand between his thighs to feel them shivering, sweaty with fever, and laughed. The doctors around his bed laughed too, not daring to do anything else. Even at the age of 11, Feyd thought there was something wrong about it, but he had nobody to turn to, nobody to ask. How stupid he feels now.

And then there was a time, a broad swath of his adolescence, when he was planning quite seriously to kill the Baron.

He had devised a naïve scheme involving one of those awful oil baths and a stone lid, and he allowed himself to fantasize that if some day, for some reason, a Bene Gesserit would come, she could help him gain control of all the slaves through mind tricks, like the witches were rumoured to do. And he could escape with her, hidden in the soft folds of her dress while, in his imagination, the palace was boiling with fear and revolution upon the Baron’s death.

He grew out of these childish fantasies at around age 15. Nobody was coming to help him.

It was then that he started taking the arena more seriously. Killing slaves felt good. Feeling warm blood on his hands felt good. And it felt good to be so close to a human body while someone else suffered. It filled something in him he never knew needed filling.

His first taste of spice was around this time too. His uncle deemed him ready. It tasted like cinnamon, but never the same after that. And the dreams…

The dreams that came true scared him. Fate predetermined, fate out of his reach. His hands around a dozen throats could not make him feel in control after that.

But the other dreams, the ones that never came to be, those took him beyond fear, beyond anger, to a pit inside his soul. Demons swirled around him, teasing, tormenting him with the way his life could never be.

Dreams of impossible futures are the ones he hates the most. Dreams where he is wed to an Atrides bride, where his son sits on the Imperial Throne, where their enemies are humbled, and absolute power brings peace.

Feyd wakes up still on Giedi Prime, still under his uncle’s fat thumb, still with his concubines to pacify him while his true destiny is nowhere in sight. And when he does dream of a Bene Gesserit, she is not there to kill his uncle or to help him escape. She’s there to use him.

And sometimes, Feyd dreams of a little girl with a sweet and simple name, with her hair in dark ringlets, and sullen eyes like his. She runs through blue and silver halls, she plays in a field of flowers, she breathes the salty sea air of a distant planet and meditates upon the cliffs. He dreams of never meeting her, and wakes up wondering why that troubles him so much.

#Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen #Feyd-Rautha #Feyd-Rautha imagine #Feyd-Rautha headcanons #Dune #Dune part 2 #Dune imagine #Dune headcanons #sswallow;headcanons #sswallow;made a thing #Feyd #feyd rautha #feyd rautha harkonnen #feyd rautha imagine #feyd rautha headcanons

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Random Facts About Dorothy

Bayverse!Donatello x reader

A/N: Time for Dorothy girl to have her turn in the spotlight! She has been waiting for it, just so you know😂💜

Warnings: None💜

With Galileo being named after one of the many famous scientists Donnie looks up to, the same seemed fitting with your twins. Therefore you named the older of your twins, after the chemist Dorothy Hodgkin.

The older of the twin sisters, Dorothy is a very stereotypical girly girl. She loves dresses, and she loves to wear soft colors, often with a floral print of sorts. At a young age, she would often wear something that covered her up. But suddenly, during her mid teens, that changed, and she almost gave Donnie a heart attack when she came out of her room in a mini skirt and crop top. No one was going to see his 15 year old daughter like that! Even though there was still 3 years till he would allow her to go above ground alone, he would let her wear that, promptly sending her back to her room in order to change.

Just like her cousins and siblings, Dorothy was gifted a weapon by Master Splinter when she and her sister turned 15. The weapon she was given was a pair of tessen - war fans. Splinter had decided on this weapon for his granddaughter, due to her strong feminine energy, and being that this was her favorite weapon during training.

Dorothy loves her siblings, but she does also love teasing them. Often too much for anyone’s best, often ending with either her brother or sister playing a prank on her, or getting revenge in some way shape for form. And yes, that would often end with you and Donnie stepping in, once again reminding your kids to use their words and not play tricks on each other.

Have you ever met the kind of girl that would go around and dream about her future spouse, write about them in their diary? That is Dorothy. Dorothy is a hopeless romantic that keeps wanting and dreaming about a future partner. And her list of celebrity crushes just keeps growing. Everyday you could hear her whisper to Marie about a new guy she had seen online. You could only imagine what would happen when she turned 18, and would start going top side alone.

Dorothy is generally a fashion lover. She will spend a lot of time online, watching fashion shows or catching up on the latest trends. Whatever was hot at the moment, Dorothy would know about it. She would not just know about it, but have foreseen it becoming a trend.

Not only will Dorothy have great knowledge in fashion, but she will also know a lot about pop culture. Every reality show that is worth something, Dorothy has been watching it. Have you heard about the latest gossip about this celebrity and the other pretty famouse one? Dorothy already knows about it, and she can tell you about it in great detail.

Dorothy even has a secret anonymous account on X with several hundred followers, that neither you or Donnie knew about. But damn, does she write some golden nuggets on that site. It’s not strange that people follow her to see what she has to say.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt donatello #tmnt donnie #tmnt x reader #tmnt donnie x reader #tmnt donatello x reader #tmnt bayverse #tmnt bayverse x reader #tmnt bayverse donnie #tmnt bayverse donatello #tmnt bayverse donnie x reader #tmnt bayverse donatello x reader #bayverse tmnt #bayverse tmnt x reader #bayverse donnie #bayverse donatello #bayverse donnie x reader #bayverse donatello x reader #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raph #tmnt mikey #tmnt leo

[fuhhhhhh]

I am pro team black and also a pro elia martell supporter because both rhaenyra and elia suffered because of men

1) elia despite having a frail body gave birth to two heirs to the throne ( yes rheanys also counts ) but her prophecy driven husband wanted a third dragon so much that he decided to run away with a child ( yes lyanna was 15 in the books when she ran away and no alicent would not be considered a child bride because she was around 18 - 19 when she married viserys even by today's standard she is legally considered an adult) had to pay for what her husband's did was r×ped and watched her son head being smashed across the wall her daughter being stabbed for over 50 times ( yes I am anti rhaegar)

2) and you all saying rhaegar loved lyanna a 24 YEAR OLD MAN loved a 15 YEAR OLD girl , is mind sickening lyanna was also a victim because all she wanted to do was to become a knight but rhaegar probably manipulated her because it is easy to control a child's mind ( which is not fully developed ).

3) rhaenyra mother was the one who suffered because of viserys not alicent because she 11 YEARS when SHE MARRIED viserys and because of them consuming the marriage yearly it lead to her having many miscarriage and still births which only rhaenyra survived and she died while giving birth .

4) Now let's talk about show!rhaenyra who was aged up to 14 (she was originally 8 and alicent was around 10 years older then her) she is a girl who sees herself as never good enough for her father because all he wants is a SON and she thinks only alicent understands her and is her only best freind now imagine your mother was gutted open by your father who wanted a son . then, you find out that your best freind is marrying your father she Was 14 you all and after all that alicent thinks rhaenyra would share all her secrets with her like nO bestie the girl is traumatized and girly if shared this information with her early then yeah she might have forgiven you .

#anti rhaegar targaryen #anti rhaegar x lyanna #pro elia martell #anti team green #anti alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen

[syrupsyche]

Went to stalk Facebook for pics of me watching Les Mis when it came to my country and thank GOD for 15 y.o. me taking a pic with the cast list (though it was mainly bc an actor had the same name as me lol) so now I can look back at my very blurry memories and attach faces to the characters.

For starters, it mostly comprised of the cast from the Australian production back in 2016, with the exception of Earl Carpenter as Javert:

and opposite him starred Simon Gleeson as Valjean:

Alas I do not remember much of their performances but I do remember liking Valjean's Soliloquy and Javert's Suicide alot as well as crying at both of their death scenes so pretty sure they did something right lol.

Fantine was played by Patrice Tipoki:

I also do not remember much but I did find her death scene to be extremely haunting. The production I watched had the stage feel really bare so the coldness of it all really seeped in.

Marius and Cosette were played by Paul Wilkins and Emily Langridge:

Again I don't remember much LMAO but looking at Cosette's outfit here, it's extremely pretty! Alas I think by this production, Every Day (Marius and Cosette) had been cut out (or extremely cut down) so I didn't get to hear their rendition of it :(

Éponine at the back was played by Kerrie Anne Greenland:

I was an Éponine girlie at this age so I was really focusing on her parts lmao. She was good from what I can remember! Her On My Own was brilliant and I did cry at her death scene :')

Enjolras was played by Chris Durling:

Slight side track but WOW looking back at these pics, he is quite the quintessential Enjolras. Though Les Amis didn't catch my attention in the movie the first time I watched it, the images that burned into my mind the most from this production were of Enjolras and Les Amis. I know fans aren't too happy with the revolving barricade switch-off (and now that I know of it, I definitely agree the new scene doesn't hold a candle to it) but imagine 15 year old me seeing the guy I've been rooting for unceremoniously dumped in the wheelbarrow alone under a spotlight? It was still chilling, especially when compared to the colours and noise of the movie version. Another scene that haunted me was Empty Chairs at Empty Tables, when the ghosts of Les Amis picked up the candles left behind. THAT was good, I really loved it.

The Thénardiers were played by Cameron Blakely and Helen Walsh:

Hilarious duo lol. My favourite memory comes from Master of the House, when a young girl sitting in front of me asked her father what Mme. Thénardier was doing with the baguette during "...but there's not much there" and what the joke meant. Her father just said she was too young to understand 😭😭

Overall, this production of Les Mis was a changing point in my life. It was my first ever live musical and it expanded my interest for musicals and Les Mis ever since. I had only watched the movie previously just so I could be caught up with the plot, but iirc, this production got me to buy and read The Brick shortly after. And 7 years later, here I am still screaming about it :')

Also I found a rendition of One Day More by the 2015 Australian Cast so y'all can hear roughly what I had experienced back in 2016! Only difference is that Javert is played by Hayden Tee, Marius is played by Euan Doidge, and the Thénardiers were played by Trevor Ashley and Lara Mulcahy. Enjoy!

#les mis #javert #valjean #fantine #marius pontmercy #cosette #cosette fauchelevent #enjolras #thenardier #syrup ramble #Youtube

[rogersideup]

The Senses of Steve

Hearing

Series Masterlist

Previous: Touch Next: Smell

Word Count: 6,934

Summary: A misunderstanding with Steve led to an argument, and trying to choose your words felt like a maze where the only exit led you straight to slaughter.

Warning: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI.

It started with a sound.

The sound of girly, high pitched giggles down a hallway, all for a joke that wasn't even that funny.

As you walked by and saw Steve laughing with the sweet brunette girl from the weaponry department, you couldn't help but to smile as you quickly passed.

His laugh was just so contagious, and judging by the way his hand squeezed her upper arm, you could tell he was genuinely delighted by their conversation. That's exactly what he did to you when you made him laugh.

You didn't even think much about it at first. Steve was friendly with everyone that walks in his path, that's just how he was.

Yet, when the whole team got back from a mission there was radio silence as you all dragged your feet through the compound halls just to get back home. The only sound accompanying the stiff environment the team had created was boots against the floors, clinking metal buckles from the duffel bags on your shoulders, and the swooshing of fabric as you walked.

It had been a pretty rough one. Every muscle in your body was screaming for relief as you nursed the worlds worst headache and an out of place spine. Everyone seemed to be in the same spirits and condition as you, exhausted and ready for a shower and any sort of relaxation you could get.

You were desperately looking forward to your new after mission routine with Steve. As the two of you grew closer, it was almost tradition now for post shower snuggles and back rubs to help wind down and calm your minds after such ruthless conditions.

That same brunette was waiting at the end of the hallway for him right before the double doors to get into the private living quarters. As you approached with your hand in his, you offered her a kind smile, she was nothing but kind to you in all the times you interacted with her.

"Holy shit, are you okay?" She asked only Steve as both of you approached hand in hand.

You shook it off, really, you were so tired and beyond functional that you could've just been imagining things.

"Yeah, we're okay." Steve answered for the two of you. "Really tired and a little beat up, but okay nonetheless."

"Good, I won't keep you long then. I was just wondering if I could talk to you about a report we got of a missing weapon?" She batted her eyelashes, tilting her head at a 45 degree angle.

You could feel Steve shrink into himself, obviously not in the place to continue working.

"Sure" He nodded. "Sweetie, why don't you go shower and I'll meet you after okay? I know you're not feeling good." Steve addressed you and squeezed your hand.

"Okay, I was thinking of soaking in the hot tub for a bit to see if it'll make my back feel better. S'that okay?" You questioned knowing it strayed from your normal routine.

"That sounds wonderful, I'll be there in a bit." He grinned.

You let go of his hand and showered before getting in your bathing suit and grabbing towels.

Getting into the hot tub in the recovery room really was the best relief you've possibly ever felt in your life. The heat seeped into your muscles and aided your relaxation so much that you allowed your head to roll back and rest on the ledge.

You stayed there with your eyes closed in a state of half consciousness for about 45 minutes before realizing Steve never showed up, and your body was begging for proper rest.

You waited for another 15 minutes before giving up and making the walk back home.

As you passed his office, the lights were on and the two of them were still in there. It didn't seem like they were hard at work solving the case of a mission weapon, but they were laughing.

You instantly felt yourself shrink, and when you quickly glanced inside as you passed, you could tell he was looking at her with the same twinkly eyes he used to look at you. Insecurity washed over you faster than you've ever felt in your whole life.

He wasn't even in his suit anymore, and all the post battle dirt had been washed off of him.

He made the active choice to shower, change, then use the time he would normally spend with you to spend with her.

It hurt. A lot. But, you couldn't be angry.

You knew you couldn't.

You two never disclosed what you were, never set a clear path as to where you were headed, and all the times you've been out together were never labeled as dates. You even told him with your own mouth that it was okay to not know where it was headed, yet now that it was headed in a direction you didn't want it to go in, it felt like getting hit by a bus.

When you got to your room for the night, you did something you never did anymore. You locked it.

It's not that you didn't want him anymore, you just needed time to sort out your own emotions, and frankly, you didn't want him to see you upset.

The harder you thought about it, the more upset you became. A quiet tear or two fell down your cheeks as you tried to will your brain to sleep. Eventually you were woken up to the sound of your doorknob jiggling, but it stopped after a few seconds.

Half of you was glad he didn't knock, the other half was upset he didn't even try. Damned if he did, damned if he didn't.

You woke up with a clearer mind and chalked up last night to be just exhaustion. Perhaps he really was working and you were just being dramatic. Realistically, you couldn't have all his time.

You only had about 20 minutes of rational thought before Steve stomped on it all over again.

He got up for the day, gave you your morning hug, then walked right out.

Everyone in the room looked at you in confusion.

No good morning, no kiss on the forehead.

Not even a smile.

You kept your eyes down suddenly finding the coffee in front of you to be the most mesmerizing and captivating object in the room all so you didn't have to meet the sorry gazes of your teammates.

You reached your final straw at a stupid employee appreciation event you were contractually obligated to attend. Everyone who worked at the compound got together for a late night neon carnival.

All inclusive food, drinks, games, and complete and utter office talk bullshit.

The whole time Steve barely even looked your direction. Thank god for Scott, Sam and Spidey fighting for your attention all night because of it weren't for them, you would've had a breakdown.

The three of them took turns playing carnival games with you. Throwing darts at balloons, hanging from rigged bars, tossing some hoops with slightly deflated basketballs.

Each time they earned a prize, they gave it to you, then you distributed the rations evenly amongst Cassie and Morgan who were also glued to your hip all night.

You did take home one stuffed unicorn that the girls insisted you kept, and you certainly weren't one to argue.

Eventually you found yourself having a good time. With a drink to loosen you up, and Natasha going on and on about how much of an idiot Steve is and how hot you are, you did feel better.

That was until you were visually assaulted by the sight of whoever that girl was holding onto his arm and smacking a celebratory kiss on his cheek as he won a prize. His soft smile was no longer reserved for you, and neither were his soft and gentle touches.

The way you couldn't peel your eyes off of them was self sabotaging, then when his eyes met yours from a full 20 feet away, all you could get yourself to do was walk away.

Your feet carried you straight back to the bar to order a shot of tequila before calling it a night and drowning in your own self pity, at least you had a new unicorn to keep you company.

Your door remained locked just like it had been for a couple of days now, and just like every other night, your doorknob jiggled.

For four more days you allowed him to hug you good morning, then for the rest of the day you avoided him like the plague.

If he walked into the room, you would glue your eyes to the floor, if he spoke to the group you never responded, and every time your eyes met his, it felt like a challenge.

He only caught you crying once, and that was only because he overheard you ranting to Natasha in the living room about how complicated it was to maintain relationships with men and how every single man is trash. He knew better than to engage, but he still felt his heart break inside his chest.

That break was even worse the next morning when he hugged you.

Your eyes were puffy, they never left your plate of food that you were just pretending to eat, and the moment his arms wrapped around you, you became stiff.

That stiffness crossed a line into discomfort as his only reaction was to squeeze you a little tighter, hold you a little longer, and place a kiss to your forehead.

He was desperately trying to communicate with you that he still cared. He didn't understand why you were shutting him out so quickly, or why you wouldn't let him near, especially when he thought it was only about not making it to the hot tub that night after the mission.

He tried apologizing countless times, he wanted to tell you what happened and what kept him away from you that night but each time he was met with locked doors and a shut down brain.

You dropped your fork on your plate the moment his lips touched your forehead. "Please don't do that."

He let go immediately and took a big step back. "Oh? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- what's wrong?"

You finally looked at him, and he was transported back to those first few weeks you spent here after moving in. You had those same glassy eyes that were sad every time he was in your view. "It's fine."

You looked just like that beautiful lost girl with papers scattered across the floor.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He questioned again sympathetically. "Can we talk about it?"

"Nothing is wrong and I don't want to talk to you about anything." It broke your heart to speak to him like that, but your brain needed a defense mechanism.

"Okay, that's fine." He spoke to you softly, nodding gently in understanding. It took a lot of strength to ignore the physical pain that bloomed in his chest. "Just...I hope you feel better, okay?"

He walked off without further interrogation.

Needless to say, your breakfast was no longer appetizing.

You found yourself at the gym to distract yourself from the vicious words you spat over eggs and toast. The headphones in your ears were blasting your favorite songs as you released all your anger into the poor unsuspecting punching bag that was ripping at it's seams.

You were there for about an hour before Steve once again ruined your peace, this time it was with another beautiful girl.

She was perfect. Cute little button nose, big beautiful eyes, her hair looked pretty even though it was messed up from working out, and a beautifully sculpted body. Of course Steve would be the one conducting her final strength progress evaluation.

You tired to tune them out. You turned your music up louder, punched and kicked the bag faster and stronger. You couldn't even hear the sound of the tiny bead filling leaking out of the punching bag and hitting the floor with every contact of your fist or foot.

However, the mirrored walls made it impossible to not see him spotting the dreamboat as she deadlifted an impressive amount to weight.

You could never compete with that.

She was sickeningly stunning, highest ranking in her department, and had Steve wrapped around her finger so tight that he never stopped smiling or letting praises fall past his lips so often that you paused you music to make sure your ears weren't deceiving you.

"You got it!"

"Great job"

Your felt your punch getting unintentionally harder and your jaw clench the longer it went on.

"Amazing, you're amazing. I'm proud of you!" You could hear their hands slapping together in a high-five after she had completed whatever they were doing in there.

"Thank you, means a lot." She accepted with an exhausted giggle.

"I'll get this sent over to your commanding leader as soon as I get a chance." Steve lifted up the review sheet in his hand. "Unless... would you wanna grab a coffee and we can talk it over?" His sweet lopsided smile took over.

"Sure, Steve, that sounds wonderful." She accepted his offer.

Steve?!?!? Barf. What happened to respecting peer titles? Since when was he Steve to all these pretty girls? He earned his title fair and square; it wouldn't kill them to call him Captain.

You punched that bag so hard you could feel your knuckles pop, and the seam completely split in two.

The filling spilled all over the gym floor and you took a big leap back to get out of the way. You blinked in slight amazement of yourself that you had even managed to completely destroy such a heavy duty piece of gym equipment.

"Woah there" Steve quickly made his way over before reaching up and unhooking the bag from the hanger. He was pretty much the only one strong and tall enough to do it on his own. "I don't know if I should be impressed or scared." He laid the busted bag on it's side before looking at you. Sweaty, spent, and struggling to find the emotional relief you were obviously chasing. An emotion overtook his face but you couldn't tell if it was pitty or if he just straight up though you were pathetic. "Are your knuckles doing okay? You might want to give them a rest now."

You could feel they were bruised and bloody beneath the the protective wrapping, but that was none of his business. "They're fine."

"I've killed enough bags to know they're certainly not." He challenged. "If you show me your unwrapped hands I'll hang another bag for you."

It took everything in you not to cry right then and there.

"You know what?" You questioned, unwrapping your hands. "It's okay. I don't need another bag anyways, I have other things I can do here and I believe you have a coffee date to attend, but thanks, Captain. I appreciate the offer!" You faked enthusiasm.

As the bandages fell off your knuckles, he could see the deep purple color that stained your skin. He swallowed a big gulp.

"Have fun!" You pat his shoulder twice before playing your music again and getting on the stair climber.

His stare burned a hole into the side of your body while he processed that interaction with you. Needless to say he left the gym feeling more confused than ever.

You settled in the corner of couch after a long shower. Leggings and a big hoodie accompanied by a fluffy blanket across your lap provided you physical comfort while your book provided a nice mental escape.

You were so deeply invested in the plot that you had completed tuned out your surroundings. You missed the gentle patters of raindrops hitting the windows, Tony's quiet humming might as well not even be happening, and the sizzling sound of whatever Bucky had cooking in the kitchen was nothing but ambiance.

That's exactly why you jumped out of your seat as a voice spoke right next to you. "Got you something, I know they're your favorite." Steve handed you a paper bag with two of your favorite snickerdoodles from a small shop around the corner. You could barely keep a smile at bay when you could feel they were still warm. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

He didn't miss the way you lips fought off the smile tugging at the very corners, but he also didn't miss the anxiousness that overtook you once you realized he was in your space.

You suddenly felt self conscious in his presence- your brain ran a mile a minute thinking about how you should've put on some real clothes, maybe a little bit of makeup, and you definitely should've blow dried your hair instead of committing to letting it air-dry.

You certainly weren't as beautiful as all the other girls he's been hanging around recently, not even when you got all dolled up. There really was no comparison, you couldn't even enter the competition at this point.

You simply weren't enough for him.

Not pretty enough, not strong enough, not sweet enough.

A physical pain traveled through your chest as he looked at you, and suddenly every noise in the room was dialed up to 100.

"It's okay I was just... concentrated I guess. Thank you- I appreciate it." Your fingers found a drawstring on your hoodie to fidget with.

"You're doing that thing again." He observed, sympathy laced in all his features.

"What thing?" Once again, you knew what thing he was talking about. "Were these cookies to butter me up into spilling my guts?"

"No, I got you cookies because you love cookies, and I'm trying to talk to you because I hate feeling like this." He explained defensively.

"Like what, Steve?" You practically spat.

"Like I did something wrong and you're mad at me for it." He dialed his tone back a few notches once he saw how much it railed you up. "I hate feeling like I'm ruining your day by walking into a room or talking to you. Oh, and I really hate how I can tell you don't even want to talk to me about what could've possibly happened when just two weeks ago we told each other everything."

You took a deep breath before closing your book and tossing it onto the coffee table. Trying to choose your words felt like a maze where the only exit led you straight to slaughter. "I haven't wanted to talk about it because I don't even know if how I feel is justified. Whatever I have to say is going to make me look like more of an idiot."

"How could your feelings possibly not be justified? What could make you feel like an idiot?" His eyebrows furrowed.

"The way the team looks at me when you have other girls wrapped around your arm makes me feel like an idiot, that's for sure." You started. "Oh! And when you tell me really sweet things about how much you care about me and how I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you before winning other girls carnival prizes and letting them kiss you makes me feel a little silly too. But I'm not even allowed to be upset about that because we weren't ever really a thing we're we?"

"Wait... what?" He closed his eyes and shook his head in genuine surprise. You weren't a violent person by any means, but you've never wanted to slap a facial expression off someone's face so quick in your life.

"See? Idiot." You pointed to yourself. "Which part confuses you the most? The part where I said the team looks at me like I'm pathetic or the part where I was pathetic enough to believe our friendship was going somewhere?"

"No no no" he shook his head again. "Other girls? What do you mean?"

"Steve, don't play dumb. You literally asked the prettiest girl I've ever seen on a date right in front of my face not even two hours ago." You pointed out, you could see the gears turning in his head. "How would you expect me to hear that and still put on a smile for the sake of things remaining the same? You wanted me to hear it, you wanted me to see it, and now you bring me back cookies from said date. You want me to taste it too? I get it. You don't need to rub it in anymore."

"Woah, that is not- I didn't." He ran a hand through his hair and puffed out a breath. "That was not a date, that was work. I had no intentions of even asking her on a date."

"Since when do you ever take people to work outside of the compound?" You questioned, trying to call a bluff.

"I've been feeling really cooped up recently so I'm trying it out." He shrugged, wide eyed and cheeks turning pinker by the second. He looked mortified. It was a step in the right direction but you still didn't get everything you needed to hear. You weren't going to fold on one defense. "Do you think she thought it was a date?"

"I would've thought so, but then again, obviously I don't know anything." The words flew out of your mouth as the damn of emotional retrains broke. "What about the other girl? Was that strictly professional too?"

"I-" He stopped to think. "Maybe I'm the idiot here, I really don't know how I can defend myself without sounding like one. I genuinely thought she was being friendly."

"Really?" You raised you brow.

"I wouldn't believe me either" He rubbed his face with both his palms and leaned back until the couch caught his back as the reality of what he had been offhandedly doing to you sunk in. He was hurting you with the deepest kind of pain without even realizing it, all because he never figured out how to navigate mythical creatures as complicated as the woman. "god- I... I'm sorry. I didn't realize... I didn't know."

"She kissed you." You reiterated. How could he not know?

"On the cheek." He took it right back from you. "She didn't kiss me, she kissed me on the cheek. Is that not friendly?" He genuinely questioned.

"We're all the times you kissed me on the cheek friendly?" You questioned.

"I mean... yes? But more than friendly?" He tried to convey his feelings but they weren't coming out quite right.

"And all the times we hung out, we're those just work hours to you?" The shrug in your shoulders carried disappointment and frustration.

"No. No, not at all." He tried taking your hand into his, but his finger knocked into your bruised knuckles so you yanked it away to cradle close to your chest. "M'sorry."

"So if your kisses to my cheek were more than friendly, and our time together outside of work wasn't strictly for business, how could you have possibly thought that you time with those lovely ladies was any different?"

He couldn't blame you for asking these questions or for your emotional responses towards him the past two weeks, but he was genuinely baffled.

You raised good points, you asked good questions, yet he felt like they were piling onto him like dirt in a 6 foot deep grave.

If his mother saw how he had accidentally treated his beautiful dame, he might as well have been dead and covered in that same dirt.

"I don't know. I really don't know. I'm so sorry" He wished the floor would open up beneath him and swallow him whole. It would be easier and less scary than navigating this. "Genuinely I never thought of it that way. I should've been more sensitive, I should've known. I'm so bad at all of this that I never know what's actually happening until it slaps me across the face."

"Ignorance is bliss, huh?" Your words sounded like poison to him. "Unfortunately not all of us have that luxury."

"I don't know what do even do or say to make this better." Steve confessed. "But I promise none of it was intentional. I never meant to do any of that."

"Yet through this conversation you still haven't  told me a single thing that would make me believe any of the time we shared together meant anything to you." You tossed the blanket off your lap and started getting up off the couch.

"Stop, please where are you going?" You could hear the desperation in his voice.

"You're not listening to me" You told him in a moment of frustration.

"I am. I am. I'm right here, of course I'm listening to you." He reasoned.

"Maybe you are listening, but you aren't hearing what I'm really trying to say."

"If you haven't caught on yet, I'm having a very hard time trying to wrap my head around this." All he wanted to do was hold your hands to keep you from walking away and out of his life, but he knew better than to touch you right now. "What is it exactly that you want me to hear? Maybe then I'll know what I want to say."

His heart broke as he watched frustration and sadness corrupt your posture and flood your eyes. He could hear your choppy breathing as your tried to gain composure and rationality, he saw you swallow a lump in your throat and blink back tears. "I want you to hear that you hurt my feelings, and I want you to know that you mean a lot to me. I care about you so much that I would've done anything to make you happy, but when I saw you with those girls, there is nothing I could've done to make myself anything like them, and in that moment they were the ones making you happy. Do you hear how fucked up that is? To know I'll never be as beautiful or accomplished as those delightful ladies, yet it felt like you were actively choosing them over me? I guess... I guess I want you to hear that the damage has been done and I feel like shit about myself. I don't know what you can do or say to make it better, so please forgive me if I'm trying my hardest to coexist with you and function as a team when all I can think of when I see you is that I'll never be good enough."

"No, don't say that." His eyes were soft and dejected. Steve couldn't remember the last time he felt this awful.

"I don't know what you want me to say, that's the truth." You insisted.

"That might be how you feel, which is valid given the circumstances, but that is not the truth." He sat up to give you his full attention and emphasize his point. "I feel awful about this, mortified even. I didn't know and that certainly wasn't my intention. I meant it when I said how much I care about you, and you really are the best thing that's happened to me recently. All this time I've been giving you space because I knew you were upset, I wasn't avoiding you because of some other girl."

"You know what?" You wiped a single tear that fell. "Can we take a time out and talk about it more later? I'm feeling overwhelmed, I need a few minutes."

"Of course." He said quietly. "Will you come find me when you're ready to talk again? I don't want to bother you if you aren't ready."

You slowly nodded as internal conflict clouded your mind. A few minute long conversation wasn't enough to make you feel better, but you did feel some relief, and a big part of you did believe him.

He was incapable of lying. It was like the serum programmed the worst bluff every time a lie slipped out of his mouth.

You blinked at him a few times before taking a few steps forward and wrapping your arms around him.

It shocked him at first, it shocked you too that your brain wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms again after weeks without him being there.

It wasn't forgiveness by any means, but it was a step towards fixing what was broken, and you desperately needed a hug.

"I'm so sorry" Steve whispered in your ear once he became brave enough to wrap his arms around you too. His hands rubbed your back as he continued to apologize. "The cookies were just cookies, the girls were friends, and you are the only part of my life that feels right. I'm so so so sorry."

"You can talk to me whenever, you aren't a bother." You whispered back before letting go and turning around to go to your room for a bit.

A little bit turned into a long time as the sound of the rain hitting the roof calmed you down so much it put you to bed with no dinner, and kept you calm enough to accidentally sleep through breakfast.

You woke up in a panic when you realized you told Steve only a few minutes then completely abandoned him.

As fast as you could, you sprung out of bed to brush your teeth and hair before going to find him. Unfortunately, he was in back to back meetings all day until the Gala tonight.

You had no clue why Tony kept planning these things or why you had to attend them, but you did know that you were collecting quite the assortment of pretty dresses and you weren't mad about it.

When the time was right, you put on your dress, you did your makeup, you curled your hair, and you gave yourself a pep talk in the mirror the whole time.

You knew you probably wouldn't get a chance to talk to him until after the event, but in the meantime you had to push everything down to act as a cohesive team.

So that's exactly what you did. You walked in to the black tie event with Thor, and Nat. She immediately grabbed a glass of white wine for you and red for her to make the night more bearable.

You found your footing in having boring conversation with people you didn't have a single care about pretty quick. Most people just wanted to meet the world's newest superhero and find out how you were adjusting to your new life as an avenger. Each one was met with a humble statement and a professional goodbye.

It was three whole hours of trying to keep up with being pulled in every direction possible.

The room filled with music, lively and loud chatter, glasses clinking together, and high heels clicking against the floor.

You found an empty stool besides Nat who had found a lovely corner to hide in as the two of you watched the couples and aquatinted friends slow dance together on the ballroom floor. A hand full of them seemed to be couples enjoying the music and a romantic moment together while everyone else used it as an opportunity to chat and sneak in some more networking.

You were deeply lost in thought when a warm hand gently grazed your shoulder and made its way down to squeeze the top of your arm. Without even looking, you already knew who it was. You could recognize the smell of your favorite cologne even in a room full of men that were wearing way too much of their own.

Steve looked so handsome in his black three piece suit and freshly shaven face. He looked clean and smelled even cleaner, you just wanted to bury your face into his neck and get a good whiff.

"Hey ladies, how's it going over here?" He asked you and Nat.

"Probably better for me than the two of you." She gave a knowing smirk. "I'll let you guys have some time."

She got up and made her way through the crowd to find what you both assumed was Bucky.

"Would you like to dance?" Steve questioned timidly.

You looked around you, grabbed a flute of champagne off a tray and chugged in down in four big gulps. "Sure, why not."

"What was that for?" He giggled, almost offended that his offer received such a response.

"If we're going to do this right here, right now I can use all the courage I can get." You explained, putting the glass back and standing up.

"You're courageous without the champagne, you know?" He reminded you, offering his arm.

"But it certainly helps." You hooked your hand onto his arm and allowed him to walk you towards the dance floor.

As the two of you settled in the available space on the dance floor, he was able to drink in your appearance for the first time that night.

Your hand slid down his arm before lacing his fingers with yours as he admired the black silk dress that complemented your body so deliciously. The thin straps on your shoulders holding up the dangerously provocative neckline had him swallowing back drool. Simple diamond stud earrings, a simple gold chain aground your neck, simple black heels that made your legs go on for miles, and a red white and blue string friendship bracelet still around your wrist.

As he took a step towards you, and placed his hand on the small of your back, he appreciated the fabric even more. Silky smooth against his hand, it assisted his movement with frictionless glide while his thumb made its way to the curve of your hip.

Just the sight of you made his brain buzz with warmth, yet all he could think about was how he made you feel.

His brain couldn't even formulate an opening statement that didn't involve telling you how breathtaking you were, yet he didn't want those words to leave his lips yet. The last thing he wanted was for them to feel cheap, to make you believe the only reason why he was saying it was because you told him you didn't believe you were good enough for him not even 24 hours ago.

He went from being the most ignorant man in America to being so cautiously empathetic that it created a cloudy confinement- he didn't even know how to act anymore. He couldn't risk hurting your feelings more than he already did.

The only thing that pulled him out of his head and right back into the moment was the feeling of your small hand on his expansive back, and the slow romantic song filling his ears.

"I didn't mean to keep you hanging for so long, I accidentally fell asleep." You apologized.

"That's okay, did you sleep well at least?" He kept his voice just as soft and hushed as you did. Anything louder would allow everyone else to listen in on the conversation, both of you didn't want that.

"A little too well. How about you?" The small talk was killing you, but you could see it ease his brain so you allowed it to continue.

"Like shit" His honesty was blunt, and you appreciated that. "I couldn't turn my brain off."

"Did you at least get some good thinking in then?" You questioned, hoping he would catch the segue you threw him.

"Yes, but now I think I've thought too much."

"In true Steve fashion." Your little giggle and short lived grin eased his anxiety and grounded him more than you would've ever known.

"Are you ready to talk about it again?" He questioned sympathetically.

"The wine and champagne in my system

sure thinks so." You agreed. "You?"

"I think if I don't talk to you about it soon, i'm going to explode." Again, you appreciated his honesty.

"The floor is all yours."

He nodded in acknowledgment of your offer to allow him to plead his case, but you could tell he was nervous. "Yesterday I was really caught off guard. Everything you told me took me by surprise, all I could even think about was telling you what I didn't know. But if it's okay, I'd like to tell you what I do know."

"You know a lot."

"I do." He agreed. "But in the sake of keeping this short, I'm just going to tell you what I know about this situation. I know that even though I wasn't aware of what I was doing, I still hurt your feelings and I was wrong." The accountability was already enough in your alcohol filled brain to want to forgive him and make it better just so you had a shot at getting cuddled by your favorite soldier tonight. But you let him continue. "I know that I'm truthful, loyal, and oblivious to a fault sometimes. It always gets me into these tricky situations, but my loyalty has always been to you since the moment I met you. I know that if I had any idea that the way I was acting towards other women was being perceived as romantic, I would've stopped right away."

"I believe you." You finally accepted, and his hand gave yours a gentle squeeze as the two of you swayed and stepped to the beat of the music.

"I could count the number of women I've been romantically interested in on one hand, and even then I'd have three fingers left." The soft smile returned to his face as relief whisked away some of the worry he had been carrying. "You're one of two, and the other one is dead if that makes you feel any better." He joked, earning wide eyes and a shocked expression.

"Steven!" You squealed, trying to contain your laugh. "Agent Carter deserves more respect than whatever just came out of your mouth, god rest her soul."

"She would've found it funny." Steve giggled at your reaction.

"Before or after smacking you?"

"Definitely after." His giggles subsided but the smile on his face prevailed. "Sweet girl, you are so precious to me. It kills me to think that I lead you into believing anything but that. I don't think I said anything you wanted to hear from me yesterday, but please believe me when I say that you are the most gorgeous, intelligent, and accomplished woman I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. I'm so sorry about what happened."

"It's okay." You accepted his apology, both of you finally feeling like you could breathe again. "I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions, and I shouldn't have treated you so poorly the past few weeks."

"No, don't apologize. All you were doing was protecting yourself, and you should never apologize for that." He took your apology and handed it right back to you.

"I feel bad about it." You admitted. "And for that, I'm sorry."

"That's okay." He accepted kindly. "I've thought the world of you since the moment we met. I still do, and I always have."

"I've thought the world of you since the moment I learned how to read." You admitted, the smile on his face stretching impossibly wider.

"Oh, is this a competition?" He asked playfully.

"I think if this experience taught you anything, it should be that I'm very competitive."

"Well, I hate to tell you this but there was never a competition to begin with.... but if there was, well, Sweetheart I think you've won." Steve's hand pressed further into your back encouraging you to step even closer to him.

"As long as you're standing at the finish line I'll always come in first place." You untangle your fingers from his so you could use both your hands to drape over his shoulders and play with the short hair on the back of his head. "That's a promise."

"So what I'm hearing is..." Steve added his now free hand to your upper back, the low back of the dress allowed his hand to come in contact with your bare skin. He was thankful you couldn't see the goosebumps raise on his arms underneath his suit jacket. "You're just as committed to this as I am."

"You really are terrible at taking hints aren't you?" You asked with a half smile as he giggled. "Do you really think I'd be upset about this for two whole weeks if I didn't think I had lost something so special?"

"Then what do you say to tying us down to make sure we never have to lose each other again?" He asked cautiously.

He was immediately soothed by your fast nodding. "I think that's a wonderful idea."

"You know that involves me promoting your title to girlfriend?"

"I like the sound of that." Your smile grew so wide and uncontrollable that the nerves in your cheeks sent your brain a reminder to let them relax.

"Yeah?" He asked bashfully, almost as if he couldn't believe such an incredible woman would ever want such a title in his life.

"Yeah." You confirmed with a giggle at his reaction. "Yes. Of course!" The same hands that we're grasping the naps of his neck came forward to caress his cheeks as you connected your lips with his.

You could feel him relax into your hold, suddenly it felt like his hands were allowed to be touching you, like you were allowed to indulge in his affection.

Weeks of stress and sadness were washed away, but you couldn't tell if it was Steve or the glass of wine that made you feel so warm inside.

But when his hands pressed further onto the plane of your back, and his lips met yours with such tenderness and care, you could hear a choir of angels singing.

Next: Smell

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[vaguely-yandere]

Hmmmm, do u think that some yanderes would grow and shift into different types of yanderes like

Girly yandere grows up to become housewife(all inclusive), Rival yandere becomes Ceo yandere, Submissive become loner/worshipper, etc??? Obvs not like all of them become that role every time or necessarily just those yans, but

Imagine Girly yan finally settling down with their darling, finally FINALLY getting to themselves and then they have a kid (bio or adopted, doesn’t matter) and that child becomes a yandere too! Housewife yan sees their baby get their own darling, how sweet! Just like their parents<3

YES YES GENIUS!!!!

love the idea of parent yanderes and i love thinking of girly yandere finally getting their darling, becoming married highschool sweethearts, settling down a bit, becoming less aggressive and allowing their darling to have friends because, well, they're married now! and i imagine girly yandere, now housewife yandere admitting to their crimes (most likely mid honeymoon fuck) and well, honestly? darling isn't rly that phased

and then they have a kid and while i think housewife yandere would prefer a bio kid, adoption or kidnapping isn't a hated method! as long as their kid turns out to either be a darling or a yandere! and it's just so fun to imagine housewife yandere teaching their child from a young age how to stalk, how to hide, how to do some clean up and it just becomes normal for them! maybe when their child grows up a bit more, maybe around 15 or so, housewife shows them how to really clean up a body.

maybe someone got too close to darling. maybe someone harassed them at work. maybe an old friend from highschool admitted to having a crush on them. doesn't matter, what matters is that this is an important teaching moment! <3 housewife shows them why they work out everyday, not to keep up a certain appearance but so they can easily move bodies and fight, they keep the house clean so they don't become rusty and housewife is just so so happy and proud of their baby, watching them scrub the blood out of the tiles!

now, one thing that doesn't change really about housewife Yan is their brutality. when they were younger, they did have a lot of rage and strong emotions so the bodies they made were usually just pulps that couldn't be identified but now that they're older and less hormonal, they have a lot less energy and time to really brutalize a body but to anyone else, there is no change but to housewife, the change is significant. when they were younger, they could hunt down a football player all night and bash their skull in but now? they use knives and have a lot more trouble stabbing someone for 20 minutes straight :( poor thing, time catches up with us all

but the point is, i don't think housewife would let their child see the body! i think they would get rid of it themselves or cover it up before having their child help move it because, well, no child should have to see a body that young! unless they express interest of course! while housewife is a murderer, they try their best to keep from traumatizing their baby too much

now, if their child becomes a darling and gets kidnapped by a yandere before housewife has a say in it, well, i think housewife would have some words with this youngin about yandere etiquette and why they should always do background checks on their darlings families cause suddenly this random kid has a group of very experienced yanderes banging their door down, demanding to get the darling back

#housewife yandere #yandere #asks #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #girly yandere

[kristailine]

On Jun Kazama's personality

I have an on and off recurring tekken / kazujun phase ever since I shipped them when I was 7 years old lol. Whenever this phase occurs, I have the sudden urge to read and re-read all the kazujun fanfics and consume some canon content crumbs.

Besides this, a part of me still finds it difficult to conceptualize Jun's personality that is independent from all her ties with the supernatural and her relationship with Kazuya and Jin. The lack of information on the source material itself really allows for people to interpret her in different ways, mostly by making sense out of implicative instances and subtleties that's written in canon. I noticed the differences in interpretations mostly on fanfics.

Like I have read a ton of kazujun fanfics (fanfiction dot net, ao3, heck even tumblr and some on that dead tekken dojo website that was shut down a few years ago. You name it all) and almost all of them have in some way a very unique characterization of Jun.

Some older works stick with the orthodox, depicting her as like the purest and most tranquil person to have ever graced the Earth who also possesses little to no flaws. She's also often written as innocent and naive but has a strong willpower. I believe this kind of personality of hers was brought about thanks to the Tekken Motion Picture anime wherein Jun is very persistent about freeing Kazuya from his hatred and all that.

Other works that were made in the mid 2000s until early 2010s give her a little more dimension by making her a bit more playful and adventurous. Just like what a 22 year old woman would be (now I can somehow relate to this because I finally reached that early 20s age too and all I wanna do is explore and have fun in life).

It's not such an out of character kind of characterization to Jun when she's always been depicted as someone who's pure and tranquil. In fact, I do find this an interesting layer on her personality. Like imagine living in a remote island in Japan, learning martial arts, then probably relocating to the capital to study college (??) and get a job and become a wildlife officer then to join a freaking fighting tournament and become attracted to a man who's literally got the devil inside of him. Like if that does not scream adventurous to you then better read all that again. Miss girlie lived many lives lol. So I believe Jun being adventurous is not at all that oc, and it also adds to her fearless persona as it can be seen that she can manage change and foreign situations well (which also makes more sense how she even managed to bear with Kazuya)

Moving onto the more contemporary projections of Jun's personality as what I have observed in the mid 2010s to present fanfics. There's a theme in making her much more mature, kind of like someone who is very attuned to the ways of life. But despite that, they also show more of her humane side and her flaws (kind of like the opposite of how she's written in older fic works).

Now, I think this huge shift in how she's interpreted is because of the Tekken 6 monologue wherein Kazuya talks briefly about Jun. Then we also have Jun in TTT2. Lastly, I think Tekken Bloodline also played a role in solidifying this mature Jun personality (but to be fair tho, Jun's already a mother who's been raising her 15 year old son as a single parent on that show. I guess it's just appropriate that she becomes mature).

Anyway, I'm on this talk because all the interpreted Jun personality varies a lot and kind of clashes with one another. I only ever just realized how much I know nothing about Jun when I tried writing kazujun fanfics and realized how Jun's internal monologue keeps on having tone changes as if she isn't one person. Kinda felt like my interpretation of her is influenced by all the aforementioned personalities that I have observed in fanfics, but they all kinda clash so I need to straighten this out and try to flesh her out more so I can continue writing my drafts.

However, I do find it interesting that although the fandom really isn't given that much information about Jun, it's still very entertaining to see how different people would write and play her out in fanfics.

Tekken 8 better deliver a backstory about Jun hopefully, and also some good storytelling as well. Supporters of the franchise are long overdue with quality storytelling that provides answers to the many mysteries that surround Tekken. Most especially Jun because of her disappearance.

#kazama jun #jun kazama #kazujun #kazjun #kazuya x jun

[readingrobin]

Ooof this was probably my roughest month when it came to reading, Didn't really get a lot read since my schedule was jam packed and I didn't get as much reading in as I thought I would during vacation. To top it all off, the things I did manage to read mostly fell on the meh side of things, so I can't even say it was worth it for a few good reads. Oh well. I think I'll have better luck in November.

Total Books Read: 5

Total Pages Read: 1,713

Books Read:

Nightshade by Andrea Cremer (2.5/5) -

This book has been collecting dust on my bookshelves since the great vampire/werewolf YA fiction boom of the early 2010s. Really the only thing that's been keeping me from reading it has been circumstance and a deluge of other things I'd rather be reading. Big note to self, if the synopsis describes one of the teenage lead characters as "sexy," there's a good chance that I, an almost thirty year old adult, will get one of those ick feelings along my spine. It's one thing if it's coming through the perspective of a teenaged character, and another when you know it's more than likely coming from some middle-aged editor in a publishing office cubicle.

Now if I had read this over a decade ago, odds are I would have loved it. Awesome werewolf mythology that seemed very unique, a badass lead character that's not here for your girly dresses or makeup, sarcasm galore, oh yeah teen me would've eaten it up. While I can still appreciate the lore aspect, there are some qualities of the book that just tire me out.

Love triangles are always going to be some dodgy ground, particularly when you don't care for them or either of the love interests. Shay seemed so irresponsible and okay with constantly putting Calla in danger, even if it had the intention of trying to get her to see the truth behind the Keepers. Rey, though slightly better, made some comments here and there that set my teeth grinding, but at least it felt like he actually respected Calla at times. Pretty sure with how the story is going that Shay is ultimately going to win out in the end, which doesn't really encourage me to read any of the sequels.

At least pour one out for the gay werewolf representation in a time where queer characters, even queer side characters, were in short supply.

While I really liked the werewolf lore, the book also reinforces my least favorite werewolf trope, which is reinforcing incorrect "facts" about actual wolf pack dynamics to explain the weird sexism of the werewolf packs. I know it's all to make the term "alpha wolf" look cool and intimidating, but they literally do not exist. Wolf packs are made up of a mated pair and their kids/extended family. There's very little dominance involved. I know bringing actual reality to this werewolf book means absolutely nothing, but they did it first.

There's also an absurd amount of sexism, misogyny, and slut-shaming going on here and yes, I know it's all for us to realize that werewolf society is corrupt and has this weird propaganda thing going on to keeps the wolves in line, but god it's overbearing at times. It's really just a me thing, but I had to visibly cringe when one of the adults told Calla to "keep her legs shut." I don't know, maybe it was too much just because all the characters are like 15-17 years old and I'm entering my "old person yells at YA for being YA" era. God help me.

So yeah, lots of emotions with this one and I'm not sure if I want to continue the series just to get closure or not.

Don't Turn Out the Lights: A Tribute to Alan Schwartz's Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark edited by Jonathan Maberry (3/5) -

Seeing as I was a giant scaredy cat as a kid, I didn't really grow up with Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. I tried once, but Stephen Gammell's haunting illustrations proved to be too much for little me who already had an overactive imagination. Now that I have a little more stamina when it comes to horror and spooky pictures, I figured to give this collection a try to find some worthwhile middle grade horror. There are definitely strong contenders in this collection, some that'll even unnerve some adults. Others, well, they're there to give a little variety when it comes to the type and tone of the stories.

My favorites would have to be:

"The Carved Bear" "The Golden Peacock" "The Neighbor" "The Bottle Tree" "The Tall Ones"

I don't know if the collection decently balanced between the light spooky stories that were more humorous and the more traumatizing tales. There are two that sort of stick out like sore thumbs, those being R.L. Stine's and Sherrilyn Kenyon's contributions. Stine is known for his off the wall twists, but this one being a little bit more silly, yet typical for his kind of work, doesn't really make it mesh well with the majority of other stories that want to leave you with a shiver down your spine. Kenyon's poem has the same effect, having more of an innocent, playful tone that sets it apart from the other stories, but not in a memorable way. I think if the collection offered a few more stories like these it wouldn't be so noticeable. Each are completely fine on their own, but not when integrated into a collection that aims to leave lasting scares.

Also, it's REALLY noticeable that some of the writers are writing stories centered around certain cultures that aren't their own or that they have done very little research on. I may be as white as winter snow, but even I know that the Devil has nothing to do with Dia de los Muertos. 

The Ravenmaster: My Life with the Ravens at the Tower of London by Christopher Skaife (3/5) -

I have such a great fondness for corvids, be they crows, ravens, magpies, or even blue jays, so I figured this book would be right up my alley. Skaife delves into the history behind the ravens' presence at the Towers, which I was surprised but maybe not too much that it holds a legend that may not be as old and revered as once thought.

I've been to the Tower of London, which helped me visualize some of his stories. The ravens there are definitely a quirky bunch. I remember one that graciously allowed a seagull to peck a bit at their raw chicken lunch, only to shoo them off a few seconds after. This cycle would actually repeat itself a bit, a little nibble and then a shoo, it almost seemed like a sort of game. Anyway, they are very amusing birds and Skaife really does make their personalities shine in this book.

There were moments where the book lost a little steam or included something that seemed a bit superfluous. The chapter on ghosts around the grounds seemed a little out of place in a book about the Tower ravens and the stories get a little repetitive once you edge closer to the end. But if you have an interest in the Tower and its inhabitants, I recommend picking it up.

The Oddmire: Changeling by William Ritter (2.5/5) -

I'm not sure if this is a case of me reading this book at the wrong time or I'm just getting more picky with my middle grade fantasy, but I never really felt very invested in this one. It's a great setup for a story, two brothers venture into a dark magical forest to learn which one of them is human and which is a changeling left by a goblin one long ago night. They meet various friends and threats across the way, culminating in a wonderful depiction of family bonds and loyalty. I appreciated how involved their mother was in the story, who had absolutely no qualms about going into the dangerous forest to save her kids. I love seeing more competent parents in fiction, if only just to show kids that some grownups are capable of being helpful at times.

But, other than that, I didn't really get much out of the story. The brothers seemed very interchangeable, not really having distinguishable personalities so that ultimately it doesn't really matter who is human and who is the changeling. They both have the same worries and fears, the same goals, so there's nothing really to set them apart.

The writing style didn't really pull me in either, to the point where by the last couple of chapters I was doing more skimming than actual reading.

I will say that it is a decent fantasy for younger readers looking for a bit of adventure and magic. It twists some fairy tale conventions just enough to feel fresh while holding onto a few just for good measure. I've probably just read too many at this point to really appreciate it.

Watership Down: The Graphic Novel by Richard Adams, adapated by James Sturm, illustrated by Joe Sutphin (5/5) -

I stumbled upon Watership Down a little later in life, knowing full well of its status as one of those "Top 10 Films that Scarred You As A Child." At some point, I had seen the glorious intro to the film, where Frith bestows various gifts to the animals and El-Ahrairah displays his tricks and cunning, and that immediately sent me to the novel. It's a beautiful story, with lush descriptions of the downs and adventure that, while coming from so humble a place, keeps you interested from beginning to end. By some magic, James Sturm and Joe Sutphin managed to capture everything about this story that has delighted readers for decades.

Sutphin goes for a more naturalistic style, keeping the rabbits and other various animals expressive, but not too cartoony. It mostly keeps to a certain realm of reality, with colors that are more muted, but never do any sort of disservice to the setting. While I am a fan of styles that bush boundaries, this style is perfect for Watership Down that, while seemingly fantastical at times, is a very down to earth tale. There's a certain charm to it that comes from the simplicity of its setup, that is a group of animals just trying to survive.

Of course, not every plot point and character makes it through the process of adaptation. I am thankful that Sturm was able to include some of the folk tales of the rabbits, which was one of my favorite elements of the story. Naturally, to keep this story to a single volume and maintain a sense of flow, things would have to be reworked and shifted.

In my opinion, this graphic novel is an exemplary transfiguration on the original story that will please fans and hopefully entice new readers to the book.

Rating Average 3.2

#robin's book log #reading wrap up #monthly wrap up #nightshade #don't turn off the lights #the ravenmaster #the oddmire #watership down #books #reading

[cityandking]

multiples of 5 for minah, lira + vesper 🥰

tyyyyy! my dragon age girlies <3 // oc ask meme: roots edition

5. What did your OC think their life would be like when they grew up? Has it lived up to that expectation?

MINAH + VESPER — answered! LIRA — thought she'd grow up and get married to a bann or an arl and run their estate and serve in the landsmeet and be everything a cousland daughter should be — just, righteous, an honor to her house and her family. the highever massacre and her conscription cut her off from that avenue, and she responded by doubling down on the warden duties to the exclusion of all else, especially the life she thought she would live. everything has been different from how she imagined, but honestly the older she gets the more her job as warden commander brings her back in line with those earlier expectations of rule and obligation. (when/if she eventually cures the calling and marries alistair, it's... well, yeah. eventually her life does fit into a shape almost like the one she expected as a girl).

10. What's the first significant injury your OC remembers getting? Did it leave any scars?

MINAH — when she was about 17 or so she got clumsy and was caught and thrown in jail. her attempt to evade capture resulted in a bit of an altercation, and she got a nasty head wound. it wasn't actually that bad, but it did leave a noticeable scar above one eye, which she hides by wearing her bangs long. LIRA — some training or hunting accident as a child. it didn't leave any excessive scarring, and it was very much just part and parcel of being a teenager (or even preteen) learning how to use weapons and fight and do the things expected of a teryn's daughter. her father, who was overseeing the exercise, got an earful from eleanor but lira was back on her feet within the week, so all in all it was fine. VESPER — an angry and frightened apprentice stabbed her when she was maybe 22? 23? early in her days as an enchanter and instructor. fortunately the boy didn't try to pull the knife out again and there were healers on hand, so she was back on her feet relatively soon after, but she does have a scar. vesper insisted it was an accident, and there were no other enchanters around when the "accident" happened to disagree, so the boy got off with a warning about knife safety and was removed from her crafting class for a few weeks. he was one of the apprentices who left Ostwick with her when the circles collapsed.

15. What was comforting to your OC as a child? Do they still find comfort in that now?

MINAH — her family, mostly, but also finding somewhere quiet and private to tuck herself away and people watch, and also music. two of those things are still a comfort. her family, not so much. LIRA — finding ser gilmore (squire gilmore back then) and shooting the shit for hours. or curling up in her father's study while he worked, until she was feeling up to coming behind his chair and offering her input on whatever he was working on. or trailing after fergus while he did whatever he did. she liked her familiar people and familiar places and familiar routines. she's had to remake most of those things — people and place and routine — but they still bring comfort. VESPER — she loved the gardens. mostly she loved the house out in the foothills, honestly, but when they moved to ostwick the garden was enough. that and being with kit; he's always been her favorite sibling. it's taken a long time (about 20 years) but she's finally able to have her garden and her brother around when she needs their comfort (and she has more people, now, to lean on).

20. What were the most idyllic years of your OC's childhood? Does your OC miss those days?

MINAH — probably between the ages of 13 and 15. she thought she had everything figured out, and everything really did seem figured out! there was no reason for things not to be figured out! she misses it and wishes she didn't. LIRA — those last couple years before the highever massacre. everything was just Good. her family was good, she was an aunt, she was coming into her own, she was young and eager and proud. she had ser gilmore. she could have lived in that contentment forever. it made its ending that much worse. VESPER — around age 7/8. she was happy out on the farm/ranch. sure the twins were terrible but there was so much space and so many things to do and all that energy didn't get focused on vesper. she could ride and run with the dogs and listen to her mother's tales of orlais and slip into kit's lessons and all of it was just simple and easy and nice. she doesn't miss being that young—and she knows now that things probably weren't that simple, that hindsight is 20/20 and there were probably plenty of things she missed what with being a child and all—but she misses the simplicity and the happiness. she misses when everyone was happy and alive.

#thank youuuuuuuu #wow I love them. deep in my lira feelings now #memery #minah #lira #vesper

[beyondthegame]

not to be a cy girlie in your inbox but if it’s okay can i please ask for some facts about their siblings? thank you 🥰

Cypress has three siblings and they’re the oldest of four.

Cypress is first. Then next is their brother Cairo who’s 17. Their sister Kei is next, she’s 15. And then Kenzo who’s the 3 year old — everyone calls him ‘Zo’ though.

Let’s be real, as the eldest child, Cypress is basically another parent to the three of them. Their finances from football and work within it has really provided for their family, especially as their siblings live with them.

Cairo — late teenage age — he clashes with Cypress a lot. And they’re both so competitive.

Cairo’s at a stage where he isn’t really sure what he wants to do with life. He hasn’t found his passion yet and that hurts because he knows Cypress always had theirs with football.

Kei — she’s different from her siblings, very empathetic and relaxing. She keeps Cypress calm when they’re stressed and overthinking. For someone who’s 15, she’s very mature and great at conversation. But Cypress always tries to not unload all their stresses onto her.

Kei also had some difficulties with their sexuality, she was really anxious about trying to figure everything out and didn’t really know how to go about having that conversation with anyone.

^ It got really bad at one point, and Cypress noticed that she was really upset and crying about it. So, the two of them had a teary heart to heart where Cypress eventually said, “Kei, you’re my sister. I love you. You don’t have to be worried to talk to me about this stuff. I’ll always be here for you. ” and it was the confirmation Kei needed to feel okay.

Plus, I think it was great for Cypress because they’ve recently figured out they’re ace.

^ Kei still isn’t entirely sure about a label. She just likes who she likes and she just feels soo much better since that late night chat with Cypress.

Zo — he’s a bubbly 3 year old that recently started nursery. Cypress actually felt that ‘omg, he’s going to nursery???’ feeling when they dropped off Zo the first time.

^ Kenzo totally looked back at Cypress when he was walking towards the door and then he cried because he thought he wouldn’t see Cypress again.

^ Cypress kissed him on his cheek and said “mahal, I’m always coming back for you.” and they did so Zo goes to nursery with a smile on his face now.

I also imagine that they all speak a mixture of Tagalog and English at home. Cypress has felt disconnected from their Filipino culture during their career and they don’t want their siblings to feel the same.

And Cypress uses a lot of Tagalog terms of endearment.

#ask #cypress de vera #dang this is a lot

[lucysarah-c]

Since you hc Levi in the Underground as kind of a womanizer, did you thought about who he was willing to sleep with and how was his first time? 🤔

Hi, love! How are you?

Warnings! Mentions of underage sex, Prostitution and drug use.

Mhh well this is all like a personal headcanon, I am never trying to push my personal ideas or make someone feel bad.

I don't think Levi is a person who judges on appearance much. I just think that Levi has a sweet spot for really girly girls 🤣 I had always seen Levi as a really "masculine" guy, the way he talks, the way he portraits himself. So I think that he has a soft spot for girly girls, don't know. I think he would like girls who look well put together or that take care of her appearance. Don't know, I imagine him loving a soft pastel pink lingerie that makes him say "you're a good girl, eh? But you do bad things for me"

But to explain to whom he is willing to sleep with, I think I should explain a bit what my headcanon in the underground is. First of all, I based this on a lot of stories from male friends of mine and my time helping people from marginalized environments to get their highschool degree. I helped older people who were trying to finish school because when they were younger their parents couldn't send them, they were raised on the streets or their parents were in jail and therefore as kids and teens they were surrounded by really dubious groups. You learn a lot about how different people from places that the law doesn't exist on how hard their life is and how privileged we are.

Based on that, I feel like Kenny abandoned Levi when he was around 11-12 years old. Old enough to survive but probably Levi had to join certain groups to survive, in places like that group is the only way to survive unless you become powerful enough to be on your own. I feel like Kenny made him pick up that fight so people would take him seriously but he still needs a group.

Therefore, I feel like teams to accept him probably wanted him to prove he was "a man" and made him sleep with a prostitute. I think this because I have a lot of male friends who were part of rugby teams that for them to get promoted to more important teams they were taken to "debut" because "men play better than boys". This is an insane practice that not until recently was considered normal. It surprised me how many guys were taken to debut at 18 as if it was "normal". Keeping that in mind and considering that Snk seems to be around 1800-1900, I wouldn't be surprised that this was the scenario. So, I do feel like Levi probably lost his virginity like that around the age of 15.

On the other hand, being surrounded by this kind of environment requires you to play the game to survive. So that's why I think until Levi was around 18-20 to know how to look after himself completely and won a certain reputation to be on his own, I feel he probably belonged to gangs. Thinking that in these gangs drugs and alcohol are more common than anything else, I do feel he probably had a really wild teenage years. Plus, in Snk there doesn't seem to be any kind of refrigeration so the only food that could arrive was canned or anything that survived the trip from the farms to down there. Probably, drugs were cheaper than food.

All that together, I feel that in his teens Levi was involved in a situation that practically drags you to behave in that way. I feel he probably began to slow down when around his 18, he was on his own completely and that helped and then he did a complete change of his style of life when he found Isabel. I did a post about it, but I feel he probably felt he needed to be up to the task of raising a girl on his own. He got clean on his own and his sexual activies got down a lot 😅. Plus, I feel like when he began to be on his own, he stood up for the "district" (I feel like there are probability like districts or zones in the underground) he lived in when MPs or people crossed a line. Kind of "I am in charge that even in the bullshit we live in, we respect certain rules"... And that got him his popularity and the girls making lines to get a chance with him. Saying that, I feel like once that began to happen he probably had a sexual partner that it was like an arrangement, a fuck buddy basically. They fuck, they were exclusive but mostly to keep STIs to a minimum but no feelings. Probably a woman he trusted that wouldn't use to know him against himself, like not selling information to other gangs or the MPs.

So, in conclusion, preferences in his teens were probably non haha from 18-24 that he joined the scouts, probably a woman he could trust and he liked how she kept herself tidy. Virginity? Probably a prostitute.

#levi ackerman #aot #levi #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #captain levi #levi aot #snk levi #attack on titans

[sparklingbluerose]

Fatui Harbingers x Reader

"Where it's cold, where the night light glows...

I will be with you, watching your every move."

A/N: All i can say, i'm SO down bad– TvT

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TW: Mentions of stalking, NSFW (for Childe), Fingering, Kidnapping, Dottore is a psychopath, Yan! Fatui?

Fem! (Y/N) 《Other Genders Will Also Be Made》

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You were once a normal, daily average person you'd see in Inazuma. Feeling like a life of an NPC, your entire life had changed ever since you had gotten your vision at the age of 15.

It was admirable, the beautiful crystal vision encased in the little shell. It looked like an accessory, but more useful than it looks.

It didn't make sense how you suddenly received a vision, however. You were average– no big dreams, no proper ambitions, nothing. So you were really curious and wondered what meaning to it there was.

You used it to deliver good, since you had no idea what to do with it. You protected your nation, dedicated to what you do and strived to live and keep on going even after the appearance of the Vision Hunt Decree. Despite of not much help of it, you hid your vision underneath your (F/C) coat to protect it while you still had it. What would be the point then?

Of course, your good deeds of helping around Inazuma 24/7 did not go unheard of by..uh..some 'certain' people.

TIME SKIP

"Oh, she's adorable isn't she?" A pair of half lidded eyes watched you from afar. As usual, you were there carrying a paper bag of groceries for an elderly woman who couldn't.

Your smile was radiating, looking so soft as you conversed with the lady, making sure to keep up with her pace and not rush.

"Of course, Pantalone. She's an angel no doubt. But i'd wonder how someone like her would manage to catch your attention." A deep, but smooth voice spoke beside his comrade. Pantalone merely huffs, with a small smirk.

"Now, now. I'm sure you know that yourself too, Dottore. After all, the same is due with you." He said. The blue haired man sighs, eyes of glowing red sharply laying their vision on you.

It was...slightly giving shivers for you, and you look around with furrowed eyebrows trying to find the source of the temperature.

'It's sunny, not windy or cloudy..it must be my imagination.' You shrugged, and carrying on with the old lady. Dottore chuckles at your density. Perhaps what made you so 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 and 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦.

In his sight, you were already perfect. Your height, your hair, your eyes, your personality, your skin...both loved all of your features equally. Now all they have to do is wait. Just a little bit more...then nothing will be between any of you anymore.

'Tonight...' Pantalone smirks, before both disappear in the pure rays of daylight.

AT NIGHT

"Wow, it sure is cold.." You say, looking up at the illuminating moon. It was a beautiful sight, this time it was clear. No clouds, just the moon and the twinkling of the stars.

You 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 thought that it would be a peaceful night. Well, of course almost. You just couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling, the feeling of your every move being calculated and watched...it also felt slightly uncomfortable.

Your stomach churns a little, in the pit of nervousness. Maybe sitting down would help? You honestly weren't sure anymore.

It was dark, but it wasn't so that you needed a flashlight. There were a few lamp posts around so you'd be fine...you hope.

"..." The unsettling feeling was drawing closer and more aware. You were beginning to get paranoid. You were going to call out somebody– anyone to ask if they were around. Maybe someone was just walking around close? True, but why feel scared then?

It was until then you began to hear breathing. 𝘈𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 right behind your right ear...

"Wh– mmhp!" Your mouth was covered, eyes widening in reaalization. That familiar smell of ocean air and calla lilies...you would never have mistaken it for anyone else.

"Shh..." He whispered so lovingly in your ear, "Keep it down, girlie." Slowly but maturely, the worry and nerve fades away as you loose your own consciousness.

...

"One, two, three..."

...

"Four, five, six..."

...

"Seven, eight, nine..."

...

"Ten."

You woke up, both hurriedly and in slight pain. The memories jolted in so quickly you barely held on.

"Shh. It's okay, darling. We're here for you." Your eyes open, tears forming at the side of your ears. Above you was none other than...the 9th Fatui Harbinger, Pantalone.

He was holding onto your shoulders, with the most sickening smile you've ever seen. No..it was always how he smiled. You felt it. "What's wrong? Bad dream?" Another male comes into sight, the harbinger with a mask on. He gave you the doctor-ish vibes.

It was hard to tell what they wanted to do with you, each with different expressios and yet equally as sick...what'll happen? Are they going to hurt you? You've never recalled doing anything wr–

...

Oh, right. Your eyes were darting around the dark room quietly. Was he here? The ever so cheeky and flirty ginger...you'd never forget that time regarding your life.

That one moment, an innocent coversation turning your entire life to dust right in this moment.

♡

"𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭!" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦.

𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰.

𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨...𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺?

"𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦'𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦, 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴?" 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦. 𝘚𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘚𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥, 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺.

"𝘐'𝘮 (𝘠/𝘕). 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦..?" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵...𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦?

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰, 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. "𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩?" 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧. "𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦." 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘺.

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"She seems a lot cuter in person. I didn't expect to have met her like this so soon?" A quiet voice interrupts, leaning towards a female as you might have guessed.

You couldn't move too much, it hurts more than you could imagine. Well, it can't be helped anyway. It's as if they had done all in their will to restrain you...but why so? It was genuinely bugging you why they seem so interested and persistent.

A laugh, a simple one which was all too familiar made you freeze. Your blood ran cold...knowing damn well the same person that voice had belonged to.

'Childe.' Your mind drifts towards him. It had been what? 5 months since you see him again? Apparently, all suspicion has been confirmed. No wonder you're here right now.

It's because of HIM. Childe. The fatui harbinger that's been haunting your emotions for so long. Your felt your limbs slowly turn numb at the cold temperature. "Girlie." He cooes, coming closer towards everyone ganged beside you.

"Are you feeling cold, darling?" Dottore places his hand on your thigh unconsciously. But of course, it had been too high for your own liking. It made you nervous. And they didn't notice.

It didn't take long for you to register both genders were ogling you like some...prey wanting to be found by it's predator, their eyes stuck to you like glue. You were just so pretty! Of course that was it.

"Dottore. Hands." Another female, with the voice of a sharp, mature woman. You felt yourself more relaxed and warm as he huffs and does as said.

It felt like hours for them to leave. So much blabbering, talking, arguing...your head began to hurt so much.

Until it disappeared. You look up again and flinch to see a certain ginger's face inches close to your own. "You seem cold. Wanna have me warm you up, (Y/N)?" He smiles.

But no...it felt more than the once genuine smile had gave you on your first meet. This was more craving...and so lustful.

It no longer bugged you, you now knew why they took you.

They left you with the person you once thought was an ally, someone who saved your life so casually. Were you going too be left a plaything? What was he planning to do to you?

"Shush." He playfully says, putting a finger to your lips which were begging to open and speak.

Your eyes showed fear, something he was irritated to see. No, he was just hallucinating! You like him, right? I mean, it was pretty obvious from how you smiled at him when you first met and the way your hands fit perfectly in his own while shaking hands–

It was destiny...wasn't it? His chest rises and falls, breathing unsteadily at your vulnerable body. "Childe.." The way you whispered his name, you were begging to have him let you go.

You weren't supposed to be here. Well, true you were but it was something wishing you weren't.

"God, you're so adorable." The corner of his lips tug into a small smirk, gliding his hand downwards. It sent an uncomfortable chill down your spine which freaked you out.

"T-Take your hand off." Quietly prying his hand off your thigh, Childe doesn't budge. He just stares into your eyes with the most scariest glint ever seen. His fingers drape over your velvet skirt, all hopes washing away.

If you only you had been more careful. Oh wait no, it was basically Childe who met you first. You didn't expect his warm company to be so...cold.

"Now come, don't move away from my touch. I thought you liked being around me?" He pouts and you could only respond with a tired expression. It was really cold.

He knew it, you know he was keeping you here for such excuse. Hand sliding underneath your skirt, you showed no restraint over it and instead let him be.

Well, might as well just cooperate. After all, as the saying goes you must finish what you started.

"..!"

Taking off his gloves in a heartbeat, his fingers overlap your thin fabric and you almost seethe from the cold feeling entering your womanhood.

"I know you like it." He had long dipped two fingers in, and you were already wet. But no; you tried to deny it so much. Oh how much you hated him now. That ginger...

The longer he kept himself in, it couldn't be stopped. Craving for more wasn't that hard. It was already known that you liked it.

Your moans were held back, thrusting so harshly. It was anything but pain from what you thought. Pleasure was enveloping your brain and you felt it was filthy, but right.

"Ah~" A whine escapes your lips, as Childe couldn't resist from your cute sounds. He giggles.

"Let me hear you more.." He whispered in your ear, other hand gripping your hip with all his might. Becoming louder by the second, he moves down to rub circles on your needy clit before entering once again.

My, you were in for a treat. His fingers may have been magic, but have you ever considered thinking of what the others were planning as well?

(I'M SORRY I STOPPED I FEEL TOO DIRTYYY–)

#genshin impact #fatui harbingers #yandere #fanfic #genshin fanfic #oh god what have i done #this is filth

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Self Promo Fic Game: tagged by @some27-url 😚

Rules: We would like to ask you to recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is "most popular" and 2 that are "hidden gems”!

Im gonna use all fallout fics because honestly when I think of my favorite things, my brain jumps to fallout lol.

WARNING! These are all rated E, I’m writing filth okay!

Most “Popular”: I guess my nasty vulpes stories lol?

Since he’s such a niche character this series made me a buncha fanfic mutuals and friends haha. I’m glad other bitches wanna see this dude suffer hornilly lol. Im counting this as most popular only amongst the niche fanbase of vulpes girlies who’s favorite thing is torturing him lmfao

Hidden Gem 1: My raider gangbang smutl!!

I’m honestly really surprised how nice people are when commenting on this! Its literally an angry milf getting railed by 15 idiot prettyboy raiders and for an oc/ oc type of story I was pretty prepared for nobody to read this at all? I love this story, its funny and surprisingly cute. I had so much fun designing all these idiot raiders and giving them all their own nasty habits. I got tired of reading stories about like the whole raider sexual coercion type of vibe so I decided to make a story where its a lady coercing raiders to do her bidding and giving them a crumb of pussy in exchange. Shes an icon, I love her!

Hidden Gem 2: Okay hear me out, a plucky wasteland adventurer x a lonely fishman monster who’s got two dicks

This story is SO fun haha and I just wrapped it up. Its like a kitschy porny old pulp fiction novel. Its inspired by that comic you can find in fo4 the “Astoundingly awesome tales! Attack of the fishmen!” The wasteland needs more cryptids like cmon theres radioactive hell monsters everywhere there HAS to be something kinda sexy looking ok. Anyways this was completely self indulgent and once again I was totally surprised that people read this at all? I cant imagine people are searching “Female Sole Survivor x Mirelurk King” so therefore i’m counting this as a hidden gem lmao. If you read this please mind the tags, its got some freaky shit going on! It ends cute though, I refuse to write anything besides happy endings!

tagging friends that I can remember who write fallout: @gaeadene @istalkpeople @ladyflaggermus Anybody else who wants to do this pls play! Mass effect or dragon age peeps are super welcome to participate and tag me so I can see you hyping urself up!!

#tag game #fallout fanfiction #im not even gonna apologize that this is all smut hahaha #i know what im about #fallout fanfic #fanfiction

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New series coming up gonna be 'Purposely Uncomfortable Flowers. Channeling some little annoyances that have built up over 15+yrs into this rather than on people.

These are more sexy and less pointy than I'm going for. There's a few I'm not posting that turned out more pointy but also more sexy in ways I didn't intend. Never done sexy art before so still figuring some things out.

TLDR rant: Been angry drawing uncomfortable sexed up and fleshy flowers in reaction to a friend in the media arts comparing my spring time tendencies towards nouveau shapes with O'Keeffe's paintings of enlarged flowers in the worst possible way. For 3yrs now! Ridiculous response on my part? Likely. Better than screaming. (3yrs!) Also growing up enjoying "the wrong stuff" for a girl leading to my pics of flowers being made into a big stupid deal and getting lumped together with O'Keeffe throughout my art education.

Below are some of the first drawings I wasn't embarrassed to show other people after a 10yr art break. So when I sent this over to my "professor of the arts" friend his first reaction being "looks like vaginas!" followed by O'Keeffe talk didn't exactly have me happy for a few reasons. Possibly more for her than me.

Anyway. Here's some vaginas apparently.

Wasn't very invested in fashion or makeup in school and was told my tastes in music, media and love for videogames wasn't "girly" in the 90s/early 00s. So when strayed from horror/dark art and drew or took pictures of flowers instead it became an uncomfortable focus in school and some family gatherings. Like "Hey you did it! Congrats! You did a girl thing! 👏" In that regard, things still need work but it does seem like it's better now.

Look. I was, and still am, a sensitive bitch. Loving me some flowers and listening to industrial metal weren't, and still aren't, mutually exclusive.

Anyway in highschool photography they showed us a documentary about Alfred Stieglitz's and Georgia O'Keeffe, their companionship and their art. Perfect time and age to prepare for the small stupid things to come. The film, it was upsetting. Learning how critics treated her and women in art generally at the time. Especially when a woman artist paired up with or married another artist. Man the crap O'Keeffe had to put up with. Her paintings often written or talked about in comparison to that of Alfred Stieglitzs'...photography. And of course her flower paintings being immediately likened to vaginas by male critics which to this day is what she is mainly associated with. God I can only imagine the frustration she went through. 20yrs later parts of that documentary still haunt me.

Between the flower photography and picking a O'Keeffe sky scraper piece to paint on a chair for the school a few years prior, I was kinda lumped in with her by teachers and professors for a while. Resented it back then. Appreciate it now. We're all standing on the shoulders of women artists like her having to deal with that BS much more intimately than we do now. Recently I even got to see some of her paintings in person too. A tiny part of me, knowing all that, was left a touch sad looking at them.

Anyway, lots of sexed up upsetting flowers coming soon though with more juices and pointy teeth as I figure this out.

#art #artists on tumblr #artwork #drawing #gel pen #traditional art #marker art #wipart #wip tag #wip #art nouveau #felt tip pen #micron #illustration #nouveau #women in art #women artists #o'keeffe

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Chapter 5 - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas. Episode 1.

Evan: At Christmas day the whole gang was gathered, and I should probably do a quick introduction of them all? You see we are this group of people, we are more or less like a family I guess, some of us knows each other better, but isnt it that way with family members as well? So, you already heard a bit about Andy, Congo, Daniel and I…. Well at least we have already covered that Andy, Daniel and I used to be in a band together, nearly 15 years that is. Besides that, you know Daniel has ADD. He is a pretty cool guy tho, just imagine a 32 year old toddler. Nah, he isnt half as bad as we say he is. He just forgets things, has trouble concentrating, and he is pretty hyper, even if he smokes about 5-6 medical joints per day. Daniel doesnt believe in medicating himself to keep his feet on the ground. And I cant say I disagree. Although he at times can be very social awkward, he is a bit of a skirt chaser as well, not nearly as bad as Andy ever were, but as Daniel puts it himself, he just isnt fit for a relationship, and doesnt wanna burden anyone with the irresponssible grown up toddler he is. Well anyone but me. You see we live together, or lived together now that I spend my time at Andy and Congo's new house… but at least he is located in the house just next door so I still get to keep an eye on him. Alongside Andy, Daniel and I, there were a fourth member of our band, Tomas, a sweet guy really, more down to earth than Andy and Daniel… well even more than me. He always kept a bit in the background, pretty shy guy at times. Hopeless romantic, always on the search for the one. Truth to be told, he wanted out of the band years ago, settle down, start a family. But the rest of us kept our claws in him. Thats until Andy couldnt handle the pressure any longer, and broke up the band about a year ago. Now Tomas is back in college, trying to get a degree as he wants to become a teacher. He is 29 years old. Then there is Sparkle, one of Andy's oldest female friends… no oldest I believe, although she is years younger than him, her being 27 years old and Andy being 31. She's a sweet girl, all in one I would say. She is both tomboy and girly at the same time. She has a great sense of humor, book worm, nerdy and very artistic. A bit of a trouble maker though, so her and Andy often ends up in fights. There is several reasons for that, but it all comes down to them more or less having a big brother/little sister relationship. Moving on to Gizmo, which then should be more or less Spakles little brother, although they arent blood related. 24 years only he is the second youngest of our little group. Big time geek, very much into science, fulltime student at the local college, we often joke that he will study till the day he dies of old age. Bit of a health freak, deeply into all sorts of fandoms, and a bit awkward at times. Really great guy with his heart in the right place. Clover is a woman who is more or less in an on off relationship with Gizmo, and here I say woman as she is 36 years old, as far as I recall. She is very openminded, free spirited, and not into relationships, which fits well with Gizmo, since he isnt either. And thats the whole reason for their on off thing. When they do date, they only date each other, but they never really settle for a long term relationship, as they both like to try out new fields so to speak. Clover is a very talented photographer, very smart, loves the outdoors and is a bit of a mother type to all of us. Lastly but not least, the youngest of us all. Jenna, a year younger than Gizmo, making her 23. Student as well, very smart girl, quiet, shy, doesnt talk much, but who am I to point fingers, normally I dont talk much either. Come to think of it, I actually know very little about her.

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