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ananyatotheworld · 7 minutes ago
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A good Leader
A good leader is a person who should not order people but lead them to what is right and that does not always mean making them reach their desire because their desire can be very negative too. A good leader should also never give up on whoever they are leading. They should also understand what their people want and also take in their ideas instead of being like only what i say is right. That is actually a quality many leaders lack and why they ended up failing in doing what they wanted. Leaders should also not be put down because of one failure and instead try again, motivate the people when they give up and most importantly not give up on them even if they give up. A good leader should not lead their people to hatred and death but help them reach what they want in ways that are positive. For example Gandhiji could have called war and fought physically but he thought positively and how he could reach what his people wanted using peace.  A good leader should be trustworthy and it should never be just about him it should be about his people. A good leader should be a person who can accept his people and if they are going the bad way then lead them the good way. A good leader should always be a person with a plan.
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russetfur1128 · an hour ago
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Stars Aligning
This is a colab series that I am working on. Each book is a colab between me and at least one other person.
This series is currently a work in progress. If you would like to be a part of bringing these characters to life, feel free to contact me and I will share the series outline and character refs with you.
Unexpected Ends
A colab between me and Holly Hawthorn.
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Pick and Pack
Burning Down
Rising Up
Fateful Answers
Winter Storm
Calm of Prophecy
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keepingitsketchy · 3 hours ago
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Happy Mother’s Day mom❤️
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spigot4 · 3 hours ago
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For Anna
Starlight on glass lenses
Reflection from the night skies
Blowing bubbles with her Daddy
The ties that tie the ties
Quiet little voice
Holding my hand at the store
If could give you anything
I would always give you more
Two hearts bound together
Nothing I could ever say
I thought would ever hurt our love
Or get in our way
Sometimes a Daddy’s wrong
Trying to protect his lonesome heart
As we began to get older that bond splits apart
In my mind I remember you
A little girl by my side
Following me in the canyon
And on my shoulders you would ride
Those memories haunt me these days
Because I miss those days we had
I never had a bad day with you
But these days we both get mad
I still hope that you always think good of me
Because I was blessed to be your Dad
I love you daughter
Spigot4
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thetownofstarrycreek · 3 hours ago
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Stella saw her first ghost when she was four years old. Her parents where still alive at this point.
She was walking through town when she saw the man with the hole in his stomach. The blood had soaked through his clothes, but he was smiling. He then waved at her, and she waved back.
She thought about the man for a long time. When she turned nine, she managed to find him while looking through newspapers in the library. His name was Albert McKinnon, he had four kids, and he was shot in the stomach in 1957.
She hasn't stopped seeing ghosts since that day.
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ovytia-art · 4 hours ago
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Sketch for this month’s colouring page! I just finished inking it, but I’ll save that for upload day to post ;)
Monthly colouring page master post: here
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ovytia-art · 4 hours ago
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Master post for my 2021 colouring pages
These are all available as free downloads on my Gumroad, if you do colour one of them, please tag me! I’d love to see how you coloured it! A new page will be uploaded every month on the 15th, each with a flowers and skulls motif :)
January: x
February: x
March: x, Wip
April: x, Wip
May: Wip
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plotterprints · 4 hours ago
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You’re a star! Gold glitter gel pen on black paper.
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whumpwillow · 4 hours ago
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Aeonian | gentle
Ezra pls be more gentle with yourself, you deserve it 
Whumpay 2021 Day 9: Gentle / Brutal
warnings: trichotillomania folks beware: hair pulling, character being rough with himself, self-loathing, mentioned: execution, hanging, 
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Ezra and Phoenix found a willow tree to hide under that would shield them from passing glances. It wasn’t the best hiding spot, as it would take nothing more than a simple breeze to blow back their protective curtain, but it was better than being out in the open. It was enough for a short rest, and that was all they needed for the moment.
It was beautiful too. Phoenix trailed her hands through the strands of leaves hanging over the lake, drooping down so far as to brush the surface and create tiny ripples. The sun sparkled off them, the movement of the water shining light in every direction. It passed over Phoenix’s face and hair, illuminating her. Birds chirped somewhere in the distance.
Ezra leaned back against a rock and tried to relax, but too many things in his life had ingrained in him the sense of always needing to be alert, to be in motion, and to watch out for danger. He couldn’t sit still. Finally, he decided to try and comb the dried blood out of his hair just to have something to do with his hands. Perhaps he’d be able to use some of the water from the lake to wash it with.
The townspeople from Phoenix’s village had not been kind to him. They’d tried every method they could think of to kill him, and none of them had worked. Whatever they’d been thinking about purification, they certainly hadn’t cared about how he looked.
After each unsuccessful execution, they left him hanging for a day or so to see if he would really die, which he never did. All it did was give him time to heal, though unfortunately tied or chained up in uncomfortable positions. Then they’d come get him, and seeing he was still alive, throw him back in the pit to await the next execution. They never bothered to clean the blood, ash, and dirt off his body, and his hair had taken the worst of the grime.
Phoenix, with her gentle hands, had cared enough to. He probably looked as frightening as the townspeople made him out to be—which only made him wonder more about why she decided to save him. That night she lowered him down after the hanging, she took him back to her house and washed the dirt from his face, never once faltering.
Ezra grimaced. He was a mess. His hands were stained with blood as was the rest of his body. His hair was tangled and just as dirty. The arrows he’d been shot with had only worsened things—the injuries were healed but the blood remained, sticking to his skin. What a sight he must have been for fair Phoenix. This creature he’d become, made of mud and crimson.
Ezra ran his fingers through his long, dark hair, trying to comb the dried blood out and perhaps rid some of the knots. Phoenix kicked her feet back and forth in the lake, humming softly. She tilted her head back and looked to him.
“Need some help?”
Ezra shook his head, avoiding her eyes. It would be too much to ask her to—he was a disgusting thing. She’d already given him too much. He didn’t know what to do with all of this kindness, too afraid it was a lie, too afraid it wasn’t.
Phoenix went back to humming and Ezra went back to struggling with his hair. His fingers hit a knot and he tugged on it, but it refused to come out. He tugged harder, pulling on his hair, tearing some of it from the scalp. The knot refused to budge, strands probably fused together with blood.
Ezra swore, throwing down his hands in frustration. And forgetting that for once, he was not alone.
Phoenix stopped her peaceful song and whirled around to face him, her expression a mixture of confusion and concern. Ezra closed his eyes and exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. He’d gotten so used to doing things without having anyone there to see or hear him—or if there was anyone there, they didn’t pay attention—that he’d forgotten to contain his exasperation.
“I’m sorry, I’m—I’m, I just…sorry,” he stumbled over his words.
Phoenix shook her head, telling him it was alright, but the concerned expression never left her face.
“I’m just trying to clean my hair up a bit and hit a knot, that’s all,” Ezra explained. “No need to worry.”
He tugged at the knot again, and still it would not come undone, so he tugged harder. He yanked so forcefully at it that he nearly fell over and Phoenix lunged for him with her arms outstretched.
She caught both of his wrists in her hands, the worry on her face transforming into something else he couldn’t recognize, but knew that he didn’t like.
“Don’t!” she cried, holding his hands in place. “You’ll hurt…”
She trailed off, but Ezra knew what she’d meant to say. That he’d hurt himself. But that was meaningless, because he’d heal anyway. He guessed she was still getting used to that fact. Ezra had learned a long, long time ago that whatever happened to him meant absolutely nothing—he could be torn apart and torn open and he’d be fine the next day.
He had a lot of experience with that.
Phoenix was still looking at him with those wide doe eyes, holding his wrists in her hands.
“Let me help you,” she said, almost a plea.
Ezra opened his mouth to say something, but didn’t know what. So he merely nodded, and it was apparently all she needed as she gave him a small, tentative smile. So delicate, as if he was someone who might break apart at a moment’s notice.
The thought made him want to laugh.
The thought made him want to scream.
“Can I wash your hair in the lake?” Phoenix asked, her voice low and careful, like she was nearing an injured animal. Ezra hesitated, so Phoenix moved her hands to his shoulders and continued. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
He meant to say something to that. Surely, he had to—there had to be a quip somewhere, a line about how he was the one meant to protect, the one who had to make sure nothing happened to them because he was the one who couldn’t die…but again, words failed him. He sat there like a dolt, gazing into her eyes and nodding silently, dumbly.
Phoenix guided him a few feet over to the edge of the lake, where they were still shielded by the hanging leaves of the willow but received more of the sun’s rays. She told him to lie down and he did.
Ezra felt her take his hair in her hands and she was so gentle with it, not tugging or pulling even though she had the right to. All the people back in her village had used his hair as a sort of leash, a way to drag him from place to place.
But no, despite how dirty it was, Phoenix just lowered his long hair into the water and ran her fingers through the untangled parts, then worked the knots free with a slow, unbothered ease. She didn’t rush, he could feel it, because he had been rough and harsh with it himself in an effort to just get the knots out as fast as he could, but Phoenix took her time.
“I’m going to pour some water on your head, if that’s okay. I’ll try not to get it in your eyes.”
“Mm.”
Ezra didn’t offer much response, not that he could anyway. The way it felt to have her run her fingers through his hair felt so good, he just wanted to lose himself in the sensation until it was all he had. Then there was coolness on his forehead, dripping through his hair. A few skeins of ginger passed into his vision as Phoenix poured water over his head from cupped hands.
She worked her fingers over his scalp, clearing out all the blood, pouring water over him when necessary. Ezra didn’t think he’d ever been touched this gently in his whole life—and that was a long, long time. He actually sighed, leaning his head back into her hands before he realized what he was doing and stopped himself.
Phoenix set a hand on his shoulder to stop him from sitting up.
“Hey, hey, I’m almost done.”
He didn’t want her to stop. He lay back down, finding the tension in his muscles releasing, something that he hadn’t felt in a long time. It was like holding a heavy weight and suddenly being able to let it go, and he sunk into the grass beneath him, letting his eyes drift closed.
A chill hand caressed the side of his face, and Phoenix’s whispered voice came from above.
“There you go.”
Ezra held back his sigh this time, and sat up, with Phoenix holding the mess of his long hair in her hands so it didn’t stick to his back. She wrung it out over the lake, twisting it like she was doing the laundry, yet somehow managed not to pull a single strand.
She smiled up at him. “See? That’s better.”
Ezra nodded dumbly again.
“Can I braid it?” Phoenix asked.
Ezra canted his head and raised an eyebrow. Phoenix drew back.
“Nevermind, I just—well, your hair is so long and silky, I thought it would be nice to, and a braid would help keep it out of the way…but you don’t have to let me if you don’t want to, of course,” she rambled.
Ezra’s mouth turned up at the corners. “Whatever makes you happy,” he said, and shrugged.
Phoenix’s eyes lit up with excitement, and Ezra found he was quite looking forward to it too.
hair-washing is such a soft activity for a caretaker to do for a whumpee, so i enjoyed writing this. also i just like the idea of Ezra having his hair braided.
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rome5683 · 5 hours ago
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My Secret Mate - Chapter Three
My body was warm all over. I squeezed them tighter to me, savoring the feeling it gave me to feel them against me. It was peaceful, and exciting at the same time. I groggily opened my eyes as I smelled something too delectable that caused a stir in my loins. My breath hitched, seeing his neck right against my lips. His scent was so amazing to me. I could feel my inner wolf stir, Mate. Mark him. He's ready, he's here. Just for us.
Mate or not, he's not our property. He should choose when to be marked, and when to take the next step in being mated. Calm down, Sirius. I took a deep breath, trying to soothe myself back into sleep. But I was suddenly aware of everything about Seth's body pressed into mine, so I got up. I regretted it the minute I got up, because the cold replacing him was blunt.
I ran a hand through my hair, and suddenly winced at the small headache that I felt in the back of my head. It wasn't that bad. As a werewolf, I had supernatural healing and it would go away very soon, which was also why I wasn't that drunk last night. But when Seth woke up, it would probably hurt him a lot more. I could feel Sirius frown at the idea of him in pain.
Protect him, help him. Help mate. I agreed, and walked downstairs. I was surprised to see the house wasn't that much of a mess. I walked into the living room to see Monsè picking up some cups here and there, and I could hear Lance cleaning in the kitchen.
"Hey, what happened after I went to bed?"
She gave me a hesitant face, almost as if contemplating what to say. "Well, Trent got super drunk and came onto Lindsay, which got him a painful shove. Then Bella got super sad and tried to get me to help her look for you, but then I saw you with... that guy."
My eyes widened, "Oh. Yeah, um, he's... wait, what exactly did you see?"
Her face reddened, looking away. "Well, I saw you guys kissing, and I immediately closed the door."
I blushed, feeling embarrassed about her seeing me that way. "Um, well. Did Bella see-"
"Are you gay?" Her question knocked me off balance, and I considered it for a second. Was I? I certainly wasn't attracted to anyone else anymore, but I still could appreciate women's bodies, as well as appreciate men's.
I shrugged, looking forwards the floor, "I think I'm bisexual. I don't know, everyone always assumes straight is the default. I guess, I assumed that too. But when I think about it... men can be attractive to me too."
I looked up to her nodding and going back to cleaning, and raised an eyebrow. "You don't care?"
She rolled her eyes, "Why should I? I only asked because I was curious why you'd make out with some random guy instead of Bella. And even though we're supposed to be super social as werewolves or whatever, you're not always one to go out of your comfort zone-"
"He's my mate."
She looked at me like a deer caught in headlights, showing how the new information was shocking. But then her face went back to its neutral expression, "Oh. That makes sense." Then her eyes widened, "Wait. Your mate's human?"
I nodded, "Yeah."
She winced, "Oof. I wouldn't wanna be you."
I frowned, a growl building up in my throat. "My mate is perfect for me, human or not."
She shook her head, "That's not what I meant. You're gonna have to mark him, and then that'll turn him, and make him go into heat if he hasn’t already. That's a lot of pain to go through for the both of you, especially the turning part."
This piece of information hit me like a ton of bricks. I remembered the first time I heard about it from the other wolves' gossip, about how one of the human mates had been going through the change and was in so much pain. I guess I was too confident about having a werewolf mate, that I forgot about what it meant to have a human mate.
I tried not to think about it as I went to the kitchen to get two cups of water. Lance raised an eyebrow at me as I entered, "So, your mate's a human guy?"
I hesitated, wondering where this was going. "Yeah, last time I checked."
"That's cool. So, he likes you back and everything. I mean, you guys kissed so that must mean he likes you."
I nodded, feeling a little sheepish. "Well, I hope so. We did talk a lot too so..."
He huffed, "Okay. Well, I have a friend..."
I tried to restrain my grin, and he rolled his eyes at me. "It's not me."
I withheld my laugh, feigning that I believed him as I nodded for him to continue.
"And this friend... he kissed his friend, a guy. But now his friend has been ignoring him... and my friend doesn't know why. I think it's cause my friend usually plays around a lot with girls, but maybe his friend doesn't like him the same way?"
I thought for a second, thinking how complicated it must be for him and Keith. "Sounds complicated. Maybe they should have a deep talk? Get everything off their chests."
Lance nodded, going back to washing the dishes while lost in thought. I filled two glasses with water before going back upstairs. I walked back into my room to see Seth on the phone, and I handed him his glass of water.
He looked up, his face still looking amazing with exhaustion tracing his features. His blush was entertaining to see, and I grinned.
"Mornin', beautiful."
He shook his head slightly as he drank his water, groaning. "That alcohol hit me hard."
I shrugged, "You weren't exactly super drunk, though."
"I don't get crazy, or anything. But the hangover is regrettable..."
"Oh." I went over to my bathroom, getting him some Tylenol from my mirror's cabinet. I walked over, feeling glad to be able to help his headache. "Here. It'll help."
Seth nodded, drinking the tablet down with water. I went over to my bedside table, grabbing my phone and checking the time. It was already ten in the morning, which was pretty late considering I woke up extra early everyday for school. "Any plans for today?"
He shook his head, "Not really, it is a Saturday. I was planning to stay at home and watch Netflix for the majority of it. Luckily, my mom's away on business, so she can't freak out about me being away last night."
"But your curfew-"
"I was just supposed to call her when I got home.”
"That's good, I guess. Wanna stay for breakfast?" I went to my closet, taking off my clothes from last night.
"Ye-Yeah. I don't really have much else to do..."
I pulled on some black joggers and a white tee. I pulled off my earrings, necklaces, and rings on my small jewelry stand. I glanced in the mirror, hoping my appearance was okay. I suddenly heard a loud heartbeat, and I looked over to see Seth's reddened face and wide eyes that were scanning me up and down.
I couldn't help the pride that came over myself when I saw the effect I had on him, "You okay?
He nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah. Um, I just couldn't help but notice you have a lot of defined... structure in your body."
I shrugged with a coy smile, sitting on the bed next to him, "I guess it's the genes."
"Mm." He bit his lip, and shook his head. "So, about last night-"
Monsè burst through the door, "MOM'S ALMOST HOME!" She ran over to me and Seth, dragging us by the hand to the living room. "YOU GUYS ARE HELPING!"
I nodded with a small gulp, suddenly remembering how much Monsè could be as scary as Mom sometimes. Seth got a broom out as I picked up the bigger pieces of trash on the floor, and when we were done with that, we cleaned the furniture for stains and crumbs of food. Monsè tidied up and re-arranged everything back to how it was, like the decor in the living room and the kitchen, as well as the photos in the hallway. Lance and I placed the audio and lights system in the garage, deciding it'd go there until Lindsay would come pick it up. I fell on the couch, sighing in exhaustion after an hour of cleaning. I could hear Seth and Monsè in the kitchen, making small talk as they both cooked breakfast. Lance sat beside me, "So does sex with a guy feel better than when it's with a girl?"
I sighed, feeling a sliver of offense and amusement at my brother's stupidity. "Have you even had sex with a girl?"
"Well-"
"Nope. You haven't. Because if you did, you wouldn't ask such a stupid question, Lance."
"Why is it stupid? It's a legitimate question-"
I felt exasperated, "Dude, I don't know. I haven't had sex with either gender, and I don't plan to have sex in general unless my mate says he'd like to."
"But, didn't he spend the night-"
"Which meant nothing. He stayed the night, and we slept. Literally. He's a human, remember? Most humans don't just sleep with someone right after meeting them, mates or not."
"Uh, I feel like that's not entirely true-"
"Lance." I gave him a deadpanned stare, "I really can't talk about this right now."
He gave me a knowing smile, "Sirius acting up?"
I cursed, hearing my wolf howl at the idea of mating Seth. "Like no tomorrow."
If you really cared about our mate, Sirius, you'd wait until he was ready.
I'm just excited. Leave me be.
You first.
"Yeah, I get you. Landon just loses his shit every birthday that gets closer to finding our mate."
I huffed, "You'll find them soon. Just, don't get too caught up in other people, it could just complicate stuff.
"Like you and Bella?"
I frowned, thinking how she might feel now. I did give her false hope, but hopefully she would take it well. "Yeah. I mean, I don't have feelings, but I know she does. I don't wanna hurt her."
"Seems a little late for that."
The smell of bacon drifted in the air, and my stomach growled. Lance sniffed the air with a groan, "Damn. That smells amazing."
I nodded in agreement as we both got up and walked towards the kitchen. I saw Seth slightly swaying back and forth on the stool as he ate a plate of egg, hash browns, pancakes, and bacon. There were two other plates awaiting on the island, Lance and I sat eagerly as Monsè served herself some milk in a cup.
Seth poured syrup on his pancakes, "Thanks for having me for breakfast, guys."
We all nodded, Monsè poured us cups of milk as she spoke. "What are mates for?"
I glared at her as Seth raised an eyebrow, "Mate?"
Monsè and Lance shared a smirk as she continued, "Yeah, you know. Friends, pals, buddies..."
I seethed, and interrupted quickly, "So what does your mom work in?"
He looked to me, "Oh. She's a social worker. Sometimes she goes to different counties which makes me have the house to myself."
Lance grinned, "Must be fun. You ever throw parties?"
He shook his head with an amused smile, "Not really, I just like to watch Netflix and read books.”
I took another bite of my bacon strip, "I don't usually throw parties but, I figured it'd be cool to have one big one for the special eighteen, you know?"
He nodded, I continued, "When's your birthday, Seth?"
He sipped at his milk, "May."
I was stumped for a second, "Wait. Doesn't that mean you should be-"
"I should've graduated, yeah. I was..." His cheeks reddened, "Held back. Unfairly, might I add."
I chuckled, "What happened?"
My siblings gave him an expectant look, and Seth sighed. "Okay, but you can't laugh."
"Alright."
"So, I was in fifth grade, and on the day of the state test, I got super sick and had an urge to vomit all the time. But it was, like, state tests so I had to go, and when I finished the test, I vomited all over the tests. It was the holes you fill in with bubbles so..."
Monsè gasped, "No."
Lance and I groaned in unison at the embarrassment of it.
"Then, the school and my mom decided I should redo the year over so I can take the test again- which sucked- but it's whatever."
"At least we got to meet."
He looked up, a blush rising to his cheeks. "Yeah, I guess. Listen, I need to talk to you-"
The lock clicked, and everyone but Seth turned to the front door from the kitchen. We could hear them muttering, and I laughed at one of their comments that I could make out.
"It smells like teen desperation in here."
Seth looked at me confused, and I shook my head.
Monsè whacked the back of my head and I winced, pointedly glaring at her. Her loud and scolding voice rang in my head, ‘Could you be any more obvious?’
"Ooh, it smells delicious-" My mom stared with wide eyes at Seth, she hadn't been able to smell him due to the other smells lingering in the house from the party no doubt, and was certainly surprised. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow, "It's okay I'm confused, right? Who is this? You didn't tell me someone was sleeping over."
My father followed in right after, looking at all of us with a confused gaze. "Um, what's going on?"
I scratched the back of my neck, "Mom. Dad, this is my ma-"
Seth interrupted, standing up and extending his hand. "Friend. Seth Truman." His nervous chuckle rang in my mind as I gave him a questioning glance, and even Monsè and Lance looked at me confused. What did he think I would say? Why did it matter? I wondered how much longer I would have to court him in a human way... "Sorry to barge in. I kind of crashed after the party last night."
My mom practically gushed, and looked at me while questioning me through the mind link. ‘Is this your mate?’
I nodded, scratching my neck in slight embarrassment. It wasn't that I was embarrassed of him, hell no. It's just that my mom was very sweet and open, that she was obviously adored with my mate as well, and that she might embarrass me. Who wouldn't be?
"Oh, it's no trouble at all. We're happy to accommodate you." My dad smirked at him from behind my mom as he spoke, and I shook my head in annoyance. My dad gave me a raised brow and I rolled my eyes at his smug expression.
"Ah." Seth chuckled nervously, "Thanks. Your daughter is really good at cooking."
Monsè smirked, and my mom smiled.
"Yeah, she's really big on cooking." I gave him my most charming grin, and he avoided my eyes with a small blush forming on his cheeks. "How about you?"
He looked at Monsè, "So do you always make pancakes from scratch?"
I scowled, and I could hear Sirius whimper in the back of my head. My jaw clenched, and I didn't know whether to be angry or sad. He was sending me mixed signals, and I didn't want that: just tell me everything clearly for fuck's sake. I didn't want to let my anger cloud my judgement, but I also wanted to give him the cold shoulder if he was going to do the same to me.
My mom's hands massaged my shoulders, and I couldn't help but feel calm and relaxed at the notion. I placed my hand over hers and squeezed it, thanking her for the help. My dad was next to us too, hugging her from behind and resting his head on her shoulder. I looked up and smiled softly, talking with them through the mind link, ‘Thanks.’
‘Of course, darling.’
Seth stood up from the barstool, "It was nice for you guys to have me, but I really should be heading home now."
"I'll drive you." I say as I stand up abruptly, and he was about to protest until my sister just patted his shoulder and shook her head. She knew damn well I was too stubborn. He nodded, understanding what she meant.
I took another bite of my plate and told Monsè to save it for me before going upstairs to get a hoodie and my shoes. I came back down in a hurry, and grabbed the keys beside the door, "Seth!"
He came from the hallway after I heard him say his goodbyes to my family, and I opened the door for him chivalrously.
We got in the truck, and I sighed as I sat down. I tried not to glance at him while I made sure the mirrors were okay, and I put on my seatbelt after starting the car. I was hoping to make conversation, so I left the radio off as I pulled out of the driveway. Seth looked out of the window and rested his chin on his hand, and I laughed mentally when I remembered that he'd have to give me his address. I could just drive around until he decided to speak up, and it'd be hilarious. I turned left, and went towards my favorite burger joint.
I glanced at him before speaking up, "So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?"
I pulled into the burger joint's drive-thru line, awaiting for my turn, and he sighed. "Okay. So about last night, what we did-"
"Was amazing." I smirked at him as I remembered the feeling of his body against mine while we slept. His lips were really nice too.
"It was a mistake." Seth twiddled his thumbs, and I felt a breath escape me. What was he saying? "Look, you're really nice and everything. But I know you and a girl named Bella have something going on, and... I don't want to be caught in the middle."
I cursed inwardly. I couldn't believe I would mess something up like this, and I wondered why I messed with Bella in the first place. Oh, because I didn't want a mate. Well, I changed my mind. I liked him, the feeling of him with me was amazing. I was keeping him, end of story.
"Bella and I were never even together." I pulled up in line, almost close to the order section. "So we messed around a couple times, it meant nothing."
"Maybe to you, but it means a lot to her." He scoffed, and I suddenly realized something.
"Wait, how do you even know this?"
He looked away before cursing under his breath.
"Did my sister-"
"No. Last night, I could see the way she looked at you." I narrowed my eyes, knowing he was keeping something from me. "Fine. I overheard you and Lance talking."
"Oh." I tensed up, then relaxed when predicting it was probably the last part of the conversation since he wasn't concerned about the other parts. "What I said still stands."
"But it didn't mean anything! It was just a drunken kiss-" I interrupted his exasperated rant.
"Not for me." I gave him a hardened stare, clenching my jaw in determination. "I like you, okay? And I want to get to know you."
He looked shocked, and sat back in his seat as he thought to himself. I awkwardly pulled up to the order section of the drive-thru, and asked for two milkshakes.
"I'd like strawberry, please."
I nodded, changing Seth's to strawberry, and made mine Oreo. It was only seven bucks, and was well worth it. I parked in the lot outside and Seth raised a curious brow, "Why aren't you driving me home?"
"I don't really feel like it." I grinned, feeling amused now. Had he noticed yet?
"What are you talking about? You said you would." He furrowed his brows, starting to look angry. I shrugged, nonchalant.
"I changed my mind." He was about to protest when I chuckled, "I'm kidding. You never gave me your address."
"Ohhh." He blushed, embarrassed and I chuckled again.
"It's okay." I tossed him my phone, "Just type it in."
He sipped noisily while typing it in, blushing as I gazed at him while sipping my own drink. It was tasty, but all I could think of was how I woke up next to him in bliss. He handed the phone back to me, and I memorized the route there before placing it in the middle. It wasn't that far, and I parked in his driveway no later than ten minutes.
He ran his hand through his hair with a sigh as I shifted the gear into park. He silently got out of the car, and I wondered for a moment if I should let him go like this. I could hear Sirius whimpering, and I decided I couldn't just leave it like this.
I got out of the car in a hurry, and he looked at me in surprise in front of his door. I scratched the back of my neck in anxiousness, "So about earlier..."
"I can't." Seth held the bridge of his nose, seemingly frustrated. I looked at him, feeling confused.
"Well, why not?"
He groaned, "What part of it being meaningless don't you understand?"
"What part of this," I grabbed his hand and placed it on my chest, feeling the same sparks from last night, from every time I've ever touched him, all over again, "do you not understand? I know you feel it too."
He looked conflicted, his eyes shutting as if in concentration as his body reacted to my subtle touch. My thumb rubbed across the back of his palm, and he huffed at me with a glare. I knew I looked desperate, but I couldn't help it. At first, I thought having a mate would be disastrous and painful. Being forced to be with someone, like some Neanderthal from the 1800s, or something. But then I saw that it wasn't really forced, and that it was a real connection.
"We have something. Don't deny it." His hand slowly became a fist against my chest, but I still held it there as I gazed at him. I silently whispered, "Please."
Seth's eyes met mine, searching for what, I have no idea. He was about to speak when a voice interrupted, somewhat smooth and high-pitched.
"Babe!" His hand quickly retracted from mine, and we both looked towards the sidewalk in front of his house. "Hey, I left you tons of messages. We were supposed to hang out this morning, remember?"
My wolf growled as I observed her, suddenly seeing an obstacle to his mate. She was a little shorter than Seth, with long black and wavy hair. She was slim, with average sized assets. Her face was heart shaped, with pretty red lips that complimented her pale skin and her eyes were big with brown doe-like eyes. She was pretty.
As she embraced him, he gave me a guilty expression while he hugged her back from the waist. My eyes widened as I realized what must've been obvious by now. Seth had a girlfriend.
"Oh fuck."
She looked up at me in confusion, and Seth visibly paled. I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me, my emotions becoming numb as one ruled above the others; anger.
"I can't believe this..." I shook my head, murmuring to myself as I was almost seething at this point. "Motherfucker..."
"Can't believe what?" Her question had an edge, and I felt like a deer caught in headlights. I immediately turned on my charm, chuckling as I pretended to be bashful.
"How pretty you are. I mean, who thought Seth would have such a hot friend?"
Her eyes widened, and I laughed again before speaking up again.
"Oh, wow. How rude of me," I grinned mischievously as I extended my hand out to her, "My name's Xavier, with an X."
She smiled, her eyes still somewhat confused as she placed her hand in mine. I brought it up to my mouth, placing a ginger kiss on the back of her palm while she blushed. I could feel Seth's glare, but I kept my gaze trained on her as I let go of her hand. This is what I get for actually liking my mate. I should've rejected him from the start. God, I want to forget ever meeting this bastard. This hot bastard...
She chuckled, nervous, "My name is Cassie. It's nice to meet you."
"I assume you're single." I bit my lip with a smile, coyly crossing my arms to flex my muscles. Yes, I was being a douche on purpose.
"Oh." She laughed again at my flattery, "No. Seth here is actually my boyfriend."
I laughed back, still focused on her while I could see Seth's jaw clench from my peripheral view. "Oh. Yeah, I was hoping not."
I narrowed my eyes at Seth with a scowl. Cassie raised an eyebrow, and I shrugged as I grew a grin again.
"You know, because you're pretty."
"How do you know my boyfriend again?" She shook her head with a scoff, but still smirked.
"He went to my party last night. I had to let him crash at my place because he got a little rowdy, to say the least." I smirked back, and she looked at him with a questioning expression. He guiltily smiled, and she chuckled. "Then I drove him home after a nice breakfast. So, yeah."
She smiled again, "Well, thanks for that. I really appreciate you taking care of him."
"Yeah." I scoffed at the unknown innuendo she just made, and I laughed sarcastically. "Yeah, I took care of him. He was practically all over me too."
She gasped and Seth cursed under his breath.
"Seth, I didn't know you got that drunk." She pressed her hand up to his forehead, "Do you have a headache?"
He shook his head, smiling the fakest smile I've ever seen, and glanced at me nervously. I nodded while scolding myself, practically wanting to die right then and there.
"Well," I clapped my hands together, "I gotta get going. It was nice meeting you, Cassie," I extended my hand out and shook hers gently, then patted Seth on the shoulder roughly. "And it was good hanging out with you last night, Seth."
He nodded, his smile more like a grimace. I turned, feeling defeated before I came up with an idea suddenly.
"Hey, Seth!" Both he and his girlfriend turned around, Cassie curious and Seth panicking. I smirked, "Don't forget about our study session this Monday!"
She looked up at him, no doubt wondering what I meant, and he raised an eyebrow at me. I smiled, "You said you'd help me with History at my house after school this Monday, remember?"
I didn't have history.
Seth made a surprised expression before quickly giving me a thumbs-up. He then took his girlfriend by the waist, and turned her towards the front door while he discreetly gave me the finger. I laughed sarcastically to myself before opening my car door and sitting down in my seat. I turned the radio to my favorite station, and drove home.
The minute my bedroom door closed behind me, I exhaled heavily. The weight in my chest was so heavy. I felt like I couldn't breathe, and I wondered if my family would ask me what was wrong if I cried. Luckily, I'd managed to avoid them as I stomped up to my room, but no doubt they already knew something was up.
I went into the bathroom, turning on the shower on it's heaviest. I took a deep breath as I looked myself in the mirror, trying to calm down, but I could feel the familiar sensation of my eyes tearing up. I clenched my fists as I choked up, and the sob broke out before I could stop it. I grit my teeth to try to stop it, sniffling while my hot tears were flowing now, but it didn't work.
This whole situation brought up things I'd rather forget. But I couldn't, no matter what I did, they stayed with me.
I had walked up to him during recess, smiling, 'Hey, why didn't you come over the other day?'
His eyes were hardened, and his mouth turned upwards in a scowl before he spat out the words I remembered all too well.
'Why do you care so much?'
I was about to respond, but he had already said the worst part.
'What are you? Gay?'
I shivered now as I did back then, exhaling deep as to not induce another sobbing fit. But right now, it was already too late, I was crying and I couldn't stop it.
I shivered now as I did back then, exhaling deep as to not induce another sobbing fit. But right now, it was already too late, I was crying and I couldn't stop it.
He was another closeted male, except this time it was worse. He was my mate, my soulmate, and he had a girlfriend. I cursed the moon goddess, hoping I'd get smite down to avoid the pain of this. Unfortunately, the pain never went away.
It had already been an hour, and I heard my cellphone ring in my back pocket. It was Bella. I debated what to do, and Sirius practically screamed at the notion. I shook my head as I answered it.
"Hey."
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jcr113 · 5 hours ago
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Happy Mother’s Day
I’ve felt alone... I’ve felt misunderstood... I’ve felt rejection...
But Robin Williams was right... the worst feeling is being completely surrounded & feeling like you’re the only one there.
I may as well be deaf & mute.
To feel invisible... around people you love most... it breaks you in ways you didn’t know you could break.
Happy Mother’s Day to me
J.C.R.//My Dark & Twisted Mind
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noel-mu · 6 hours ago
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Last chapter is up on AO3!
“Seventeen-year old Lautaro's life is upended overnight as his parents' divorce forces him to leave the town he grew up in, the country he called home, and the best friend he'd grown to love, all just before senior year of high school. Now he'll have to start over in a different city, deal with his unresolved feelings for the boy he's been crushing on for years, and navigate through the whirlwind of his first reciprocated love.”
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Chapter IX (the last before the epilogue!) of Southward is now up on AO3 💖
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31029995/chapters/77097701
Rating: Explicit
Category: M/M
Length: 40K.
Start: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31029995/chapters/76652261
The story is complete! The epilogue will be posted tomorrow ✨
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whumpwillow · 6 hours ago
Ooh, there’s so many good ones, but I’m gonna go with #40 for Ezra.
40: poison my muse
i researched most deadly poisons for this and the FBI is watching me, I’m sure. (for reference, I’m going off of the effects of Ricin, a deadly poison made from the castor oil plant known to cause symptoms similar to food poisoning including fever, body aches, and dehydration)
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0 hours
The scientist tilted Ezra’s head back and squeezed the sides of his face. Ezra snarled at the man, clenching his teeth shut tight no matter how hard the scientist tried getting him to open his mouth.
“Come on,” the scientist coaxed.
A lab tech jabbed him in the back with a cattle prod, sending a sharp burst of electricity through Ezra’s body. The shock of it caused the immortal to gasp, which gave the scientist an opening to pour the poison down his throat.
Ezra tried not to swallow it. The scientist held his hand over the immortal’s mouth, fighting against the struggling, futile motions of someone who never knew when not to resist.
“Don’t spit it out,” the scientist cooed.
Ezra grunted, trying to force the poison out but there was nowhere for it to go and he felt it slipping down into his body. When finally the scientist released him, Ezra gulped in heady mouthfuls of air, gasping and dizzy.
The scientist looked to their lab tech. “Assess his reaction and record any changes you see. I’ll be back tomorrow to see the progression.”
Ezra spat at the man, but it was useless. The poison was already in his system, and the scientist was already walking away.
6 hours
Ezra lie on the cold metal table, desperately woozy and exhausted. He was restrained, however fruitlessly, since he didn’t think he’d be able to get up even if he were freed. A violent coughing fit wracked his body and sweat made his hair stick to his skin, and he would trade everything he had for just a single drop of water. Sad thing was, he didn’t have anything to give. And thus, even as he wasted away with dehydration, he was not given anything in return.
24 hours
The scientist returned. Checked on his notes, then the observations of the lab tech. Ezra drifted in and out of consciousness, his mind a cloud passing through liminal space. He’d slept fitfully, thrown into violent nightmares. What else was new.
The scientist pressed his fingers into Ezra’s skin and the immortal cried out, flinching away from the contact. It felt hard enough to bruise, but no, no, he’d had worse than this. The man hadn’t even done anything. It was the same as roughly grabbing his arm—why did it hurt so much?
His body was on fire.
72 hours
He should be dead. He knew the type of poison they were using—knew that it would kill any other living human in less than this. But he wouldn’t die. They knew that. He’d just lie here, sore, feverish, and aching…and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
this was fun. fuck with my muse prompts - still open 
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