#thriving on chaos》 lifestyle

[dear-diary-of-disaster]

I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer.

At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.

I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken.

But I didn't really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me "Why?", but there's no use in talking to people who have home.

They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lay your head.

I was always an unusual girl.

My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.

And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying.

Because I was born to be the other woman.

Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.

Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.

Every night I used to pray that I'd find my people, and finally I did on the open road.

We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.

⸻ Ninya Tonkin a.k.a. "Ivy"• 24, bold & blonde walking Chaos, Callgirl by choice and always in the mood for some trouble.

{Ooc: Novelist, open for plotting, texts in german, FSK 21, On/Off character since 2011.

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[monzabee]

hot girls support 44 – lh44

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Summary: The one where your husband realises that you are, indeed, his number one fan.

Pairing: lewis hamiton x wife!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: cursing? (i’m not even sure), and a whole lot of fluff

Request: “Hi can you do we’re Lewis Hamilton wife is with him to see one of his races but she leaves the garage for some reason and over hears someone talking bad about her husband and she snaps and tells them straight and Lewis is watching her from a distance like damn that’s my wife”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! i don’t know if this classifies as a drabble but let’s just pretend it does because i realised that i can’t write anything under 1k? this was a very fun request to work on, so thank you to anon, and i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

Both you and Lewis are private people when it came to your relationship. It has always been that way, with him leading a lifestyle in front of the cameras, and you preferring to stay away from those said cameras as much as you can. Over time, you both developed a rhythm, a delicate balance between Lewis's public persona and your desire for privacy. It was an unspoken agreement, an understanding that you valued above all else.. You knew how much Lewis's racing career meant to him, and you admired his ability to excel under the constant scrutiny. And in return, Lewis respected your wish for a quieter, more intimate life together. It was this mutual respect that solidified the foundation of your relationship, allowing it to thrive despite the challenges that fame and attention often brought.

That is not to say that you guys were completely private, of course. You’ve had your fair share of events the two of you attended as a couple, as well as races, but Lewis is always mindful of the fact that you don’t want cameras in your faces. In the early days of your relationship, the media had tried to capture glimpses of your relationship, eager to uncover every detail and learn more about the woman who finally made him give up his bachelor status. However, Lewis, being the fiercely protective partner that he was, had firmly set boundaries to shield your personal life from the prying eyes of the world. He cherished the sanctity of your bond and understood the importance of keeping certain moments sacred and away from the public eye.

The two of you have a special routine for the race days where you decide to join him on the track – you mainly spend your time inside the Mercedes garage, instead of lingering around where the cameras are most likely to be. However, you make sure to leave the garage for celebrations for those races where Lewis is up on the podium, celebrating him with the people who support him every step along the way whom he appreciates immensely; while the podium celebrations were reserved for the public eye, the garage held its own intimate victories. It was here that you celebrated the milestones and shared the unspoken triumphs, basking in the knowledge that your presence was an unwavering pillar of support for Lewis. But for the most part, you’re happy with your routine – it’s safe, familiar and it has worked for a very long time. So you don’t really know why you decided to take Roscoe on an impromptu tour of the paddock, especially when he gives you that look which clearly says that he would rather be taking his afternoon nap.

It's a good day despite the chaos everyone on the paddock seems to be in, but then again, there’s only a few hours until the qualifying session. So, in hopes of avoiding the human traffic, you decide to take Roscoe to a more secluded area in the back. As you walk, Roscoe happily wagging his tail by your side, you take in the sights and sounds of the paddock. The familiar smell of rubber and gasoline fills the air, mingling with the excited murmurs of fans and the distant roar of engines. It's a world you've come to know and appreciate, even if from a slightly different perspective. Lost in your thoughts, you suddenly hear voices growing louder as you approach a group of people gathered in conversation. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you slow your pace, intending to discreetly eavesdrop before continuing on your way. But as you get closer, you realize the topic of their conversation hits closer to home than you expected.

In hindsight, you know better to get involved in situations which might cause you to bother yourself with rude, petty people, but when it concerns your husband and everything that he has worked hard his entire life for, you don’t even hesitate. With the fierce protectiveness you feel inside, you clear your throat to get the attention of the engineers, “Excuse me,” you say as you give them a (fake) smile, “could you repeat that again, please?”

The group falls silent, their faces registering surprise and perhaps a touch of embarrassment. They exchange glances, seemingly unsure of how to respond to your unexpected intrusion. “We just meant that–” The man is quickly silenced by one of his friends elbowing him in the side.

You ignore the silent ow that comes from the man’s mouth and give the trio a stare down. “Well, I guess everybody is entitled to their opinions.” Your sweet smile and dulcet tone is enough to think them that everything is fine, but you’re quick to continue voicing your thoughts, “But that doesn’t give you the right to undermine a man’s hard work, especially when he has broken record after record and don’t even get me started on the fact that not only he is a pioneer in this sport, he is also a role model and inspiration to many and has impact beyond the track.” You let a frustrated hum, “Also, have some respect, the guy is an eight-time world champion.”

The guy who spoke before looks confused as he attempts to point out, “He won it seven–”

“Do you want me to let Roscoe attack you?” You ask as you point to the puppy sitting next to you, who, in hearing his name, looks up at you; all panting and happily sticking his tongue out.

Little do you know, Lewis had been watching the entire scene unfold from a distance, a mix of admiration and adoration in his eyes. He waits until the engineers leave in a hurry, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed on his chest. A smile tugs at the corners of Lewis's lips as he watches you handle the situation with such grace and confidence. As you turn around, ready to head back to the safety of the Mercedes garage, your eyes meet his, and a surge of warmth fills your heart. Walking towards you, Lewis closes the distance between you, his steps purposeful and full of pride. His arms quickly find their place on your waist as he mumbles, “Damn, that’s my wife.”

You roll your eyes at his antics, your face quickly mirroring the smile he gives to you. “Didn’t you see the sign? Apparently, ‘hot girls support 44’.”

“Is that so?” He hums, letting his hands wonder towards the back pockets of your jeans as he continuously presses kisses along your jaw, “It’s definitely right.”

As Lewis's lips trail along your jawline, sending shivers down your spine, you playfully swat at his chest. "Behave, Mr. World Champion. We're in a public place," you whisper, trying to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside you.

Lewis chuckles softly, his eyes sparkling with love and mischief. "Can't help it, love. Seeing you stand up for me like that, it's a turn-on," he teases, his voice laced with admiration. "But you're right, let's save the public displays of affection for later."

With a shared understanding and a silent promise, you and Lewis turn, making your way back to the familiar comfort of the Mercedes garage. In each other's presence, you find solace and strength, ready to face whatever lies ahead. And as Roscoe happily trots beside you, you can't help but feel grateful for the extraordinary life you share with the man who has captured your heart, both on and off the track.

#monzabee #requests open #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 smut #formula 1 #fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #imagine #fluff #angst #smut #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton fluff

[grandgtaman1a]

Dating Headcanons with our Holy Trinity

Pairing: Michael De Santa x Reader, Trevor Phillips x Reader, Franklin Clinton x Reader

Characters: Michael De Santa, Trevor Phillips, Franklin Clinton, Reader[Female or Gender Neutral]

Summary: How would Michael Franklin and Trevor act on the first date and then on the second date?[Anon Request...]

AN: There can be inaccuracy... Feel free to reblog and let me know your thoughts Do not Repost. The collage quality sucks

Michael De Santa

The first date would involve:

>Michael is no stranger to high-end places, so he might take you to a fancy restaurant or a rooftop bar with a stunning view of Los Santos. He wants to impress you with his wealth and style.

> There would be a talk about his previous criminal life but limiting what he used to do in a witty banner he may share while giving a hint to it. His charm and charisma might be both captivating and unsettling.

>To add a bit of excitement to the date, Michael might take you for a thrilling drive in one of his expensive cars or even a helicopter ride over the city. He's not one for the conventional and would brag how he got it still hiding about his past

>Michael might surprise you with an extravagant gift, perhaps a piece of jewelry or a designer accessory. He's used to buying his way into people's favor.

>Given his temperamental nature, there might be a moment of tension or an argument during the date. He could get defensive or irritable, reflecting his troubled past.

The second date would involve:

> On the second date he may take you to the art gallery where it is low-key key or to a movie theater to show one of his movies Meltdown telling him how he was offered once and his dream coming true. Maybe talking about how he loves old Vinewood classic movies.

>Michael may use this opportunity to apologize for any tension or arguments during the first date. He might open up about his past mistakes and share his desire for a fresh start.

>He might ask about your interests and try to engage in activities that align with your passions. Whether it's art, sports, or even a cooking class, he wants to show that he's interested in getting to know you better. Sports may be a huge interest for him talking about how he has a huge tennis court back at his house practices yoga and drinks kale juice which kind of destroys his mood.

>Michael may become more affectionate on the second date, showing a more vulnerable and caring side of himself. He might hold your hand, steal a kiss, or simply be more attentive.

>Toward the end of the date, he could discuss his aspirations for a better life, away from crime and chaos. He may express his desire to change and build a stable, loving relationship.

Trevor Phillips

The first date would involve:

>Trevor is known for his love of chaos and danger, so he might take you to a sketchy biker bar or an underground fight club for the first date. He wants to gauge your reaction to his extreme lifestyle.

>Trevor's conversations can be intense, filled with crude humor and dark stories from his past. He might share tales of his criminal endeavors and show a twisted sense of humor.

>Expect the unexpected. Trevor might suggest an impromptu road trip in a stolen car or even go skydiving without any prior planning. He thrives on adrenaline and recklessness.

>Trevor might give you a bizarre or inappropriate gift, something that reflects his eccentric personality. It could be anything from a rusty weapon to a souvenir from a crime scene.

>: Trevor's explosive temper could lead to confrontations during the date. He might pick fights with strangers or engage in criminal activities that you may find uncomfortable or dangerous.

>At one point you would see inside the bodhi a summer dress thinking it is for you or any of his old dates but shocks you when he tells you that it is his which makes you have mixed emotions.

The second date would involve:

>For the second date, Trevor might surprise you by doing something completely unexpected, like taking you to a demolition derby or participating in a wild stunt show.

> If there were any confrontations or disturbing incidents during the first date, Trevor might half-heartedly apologize but quickly move on to the next chaotic adventure.

>Surprisingly, Trevor may show a more sensitive side by asking about your interests and trying to find common ground. However, this could still involve activities that others would consider insane.

>Trevor is not known for his emotional depth, but he might attempt to be more affectionate in his own strange way. This could involve a bear hug or a playful roughhousing

>Trevor might discuss his ambitions, which could involve grandiose, risky schemes. He may even propose you join him in a life of crime, thinking it's the ultimate bonding experience.

Franklin Clinton

The first date would involve:

>Franklin would likely choose a casual, down-to-earth location for the first date, such as a cozy restaurant, a local diner, or even a park. He values simplicity and sincerity

>Franklin is a relatable character who's easy to talk to. He might discuss his aspirations, his love for cars, and his desire for a more stable life. Expect a genuine and friendly conversation.

>He might suggest an activity that reflects his passion for cars, like visiting a car museum or going for a scenic drive. He wants to share his interests with you.

>Franklin might bring a thoughtful, small gift that shows he's been paying attention to your interests. It could be a book, a piece of art, or something related to your hobbies.

>Franklin generally avoids confrontations and would strive to keep the date drama-free. He's looking for a connection rather than chaos.

The second date would involve:

>For the second date, Franklin might plan a more adventurous outing, like hiking in the nearby hills, going to a live music performance, or exploring the city's cultural scene.

>If there were any minor issues or misunderstandings during the first date, Franklin would likely address them with a sincere apology. He values open communication.

>He would inquire more about your interests and try to plan activities that align with your hobbies. Franklin wants to connect on a deeper level.

>Franklin would become more affectionate on the second date, perhaps holding your hand or stealing a kiss if he senses a mutual connection.

>Franklin might discuss his plans for the future, which usually revolve around his career, financial stability, and personal growth. He's determined to leave his criminal past behind.

#michael de santa #trevor philips #gta 5 #franklin clinton #michael de santa x reader #trevor philips x reader #franlin clinton x reader #headcanon #dating headcanon

[stealingyourbones]

*offers you those lil fairy bone lights from the halloween section of a dollarstore*

vacation au where dani, chaos incarnate, constantly returns to amity park with crazy stories about how she met a guy, dated him for a week, dumped him, moved onto the next town as part of her nomadic vacay lifestyle. she steals a vehicle from an ex, new van-life upgrade aquired. she owns an orchard? unclear, but she's happy, vlad is satisfied by weird facetime update calls, and the everlasting trio's just happy that dani is safe, happy, and thriving in her own element. on the flipside of it all, dani's ex-boyfriend klarion is fucking devestated after finding true love for the first time. klarion? not taking it well, and it is, indeed, the league's problem. batman is down an assault vehicle because damian's ex took it and stripped it of literally every tracker and reoutfitted the entire thing. To top it all off, damian's fighting with jon because dani dated jon a couple months after she broke up with damian, having never known his best friend dated his now-ex-girlfirend, but ma and pa kent have a brand new grand daughter as far as theire concerned.

(love ya bones, have a good vacation)

(Love ya too Mellan!!! Thamk u I am doing my damndest)

Dani having as much romance conflict as a Van Life YouTuber oh my goD-

Dani absolutely thriving, driving around the Great Lakes and touring varying locations that talk about the shipwrecks that have occurred in them, and reading up about the state parks and having an absolute blast!

Imagine her adventures just seeing other heroes and rogues and then leaving. So many people know of her now and yet don’t know the others know of her as well

#bones replies #mellan I Lob u #foldingyourbones #dpxdc

[chrollohearttags]

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 • 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

“So if I get missing, these are my last wishes..I hope you get ‘em right, girl if I don’t make it home tonight.”

synopsis: Connie has never been one to pour his emotions out or even wear his heart on his sleeve. But when you two have a much needed heart to heart about his lifestyle and future, he lets you know exactly what’s on his mind. But a deal gone wrong brings his words to fruition far too soon.

content warning and themes: black fem reader, plug connie, dancer reader pet names, angst, mentions of drug use/selling, mentions of death and gun violence, use of AAVE (connie is hc’d as afro-latino in this), heavy language, comfort, pregnancy mention, hospital visit

This is a commission request for @animelover-77! I love Connie and it’s been a minute since I’ve written a full story for him so I’m super excited for this one. Thank you so much for your support, patience and trust in me to create this for you!

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sounds of whirring sirens rang from outside of the apartment complex..police vehicles speeding by along with the souped up sports cars they were in pursuit of. It was the unfortunate norm around this neighborhood and the noises oftentimes kept the residents up at night but others? They thrived in this lifestyle. They welcomed the idea of chaos and trouble..including Connie Springer and his girl..his long time ride-or-die (Y/N) (L/N). On the third floor of Paradise Villa; the cream colored and lavender exterior of the high rise apartments were the living quarters and..operational front for the local drug dealer. “Aye (Y/N), mama...hand me that.” alluding to the box of baking soda sitting on the counter top across from you. Your boyfriend, standing at the stove with a spoon in hand and a Pyrex mixing glass on the opposite side. You, on the other hand, were seated at the dinner table but no meal was being served.

Rather, you were nursing a blunt with a spaced out glare over the thud of music softly playing into the background. Feet curled up on the chair, dressed in your bonnet and black shorts with a pink sports bra covering your chest as you thumbed through several stacks of money. Dirty dollars earned in blood by him through various deals right there in their complex and surrounding areas. Everyone knew of his reputation and all of the people that Connie rolled with. They had the entire city underneath their fingers and were making money faster than they could spend it.

It seemed as if it were a pretty lucrative venture and that for the two twenty somethings, it was a reality that only anyone could dream of..but behind that glamor of new clothes, expensive cars, chains and shopping sprees were an entirely separate underbelly of danger, deception and hardships that most couldn’t dare fathom. But here you were, knee deep in this treacherous lifestyle, standing ten toes beside the man you swore you’d do this crazy ride with forever. But as it stood..the way things were going, you couldn’t be so sure if there was a limit on that. If your clock was ticking and that at any time, you’d have to part ways. It was an emotion and concern you were on your sleeve daily. Through the shopping trips, parties and great sex, the stress could clearly be seen on your face. Connie knew the toll it took..worrying that he'll never come home. That the cops could get the door in on you guys at any time or that you may end up with a phone call saying that he had been hurt or worse in a deal gone wrong. Sometimes, the thoughts plagued your mind so vividly, that they’d keep you up for hours on end, hell, if you even slept at all. This life wasn’t exactly new to you and quite frankly, it was far better than the one you came from but it didn’t make it any easier. However, your boyfriend could only hope that the material possessions could be of some consolation to the chaos.

“Nine bands. That’s just from tonight’s drops for your two runners.” it was news very pleasing to his ears, so much so, he’d turn the stove off and come sprinting over to you in complete glee; even planting a kiss on your cheek. “Shit, that’s what they supposed to do. ‘Bout time they start moving some real fucking weight.” clearly alluding to the fact that he had to threaten or harm two of his underlings to get the results he needed. Doing so by the hand of his plethora of semi-automatic weapons. From the AK47 and M9 he kept stowed away in the bedroom to the 45MM pistol that stayed loaded and tucked away under his shirt. He was a dangerous man as is but knowing the type of heat he and his boys were known to tote..everyone knew better than to even think of testing their luck. But there was another reason the hotheaded dealer remained so guarded, because it wasn’t just his life in the balance. Perhaps the only reason he was so protective and cautious about how he moved was because you were by his side. His choices would’ve landed him in a jail cell or a grave long ago had you not been around to give him something to stay grounded for. Granted it wasn’t easy coming out of this lifestyle and neither of you were born with silver spoons in your mouths so it wasn’t exactly something you were ready to quit cold turkey either. What was for certain was that as long as you had one another, nothing was impossible. Draping an arm around the back of your shoulders, dressed in his typical black wife beater, gold cuban link and black joggers, he’d begin peppering you with a plethora of kisses, hoping to shift that smile on your face from a frown to a wide smile..the only consolation in this cruel world sometimes was seeing you happy. But tonight, you couldn’t fake it..not even for him. Mainly due in part that something was weighing heavy on your mind. A dream from the other evening..

more so a nightmare. One that had awakened you from your sleep in a cold sweat and loud cries, screaming out Connie’s name, only to find that he hadn’t made it back home. Just a one off premonition or unfortunate foreshadowing, you’d never know but since that night, you had been weary of him leaving your sight. Scared that when you watched him walk out the door, it’d be for the very last time. The vision? A very horrid, vivid imagery of him lying in a pool of blood, mouth agape and eyes wide open as he stared blankly to the sky. Fading into a black abyss of darkness, departing this world without so much as even telling you goodbye. You were at home, waiting patiently for his return when his boys delivered the news at your doorstep an hour later because they couldn’t bear the thought of telling you over the phone, standing there as you inevitably fell to your knees. Collapsing under the weight of sorrow and grief as you sobbed into their arms. They were fighting back tears of their own but knew they had to remain strong for you..and the unborn child growing inside of you. Such a tragic and horrible thing to see in slumber but all you could do is pray that it never became reality. Hence why you were dreading this drop he had to do tonight. The last thing you ever wanted to do was agitate him or get in his way when trying to conduct business. It was one of the only few pet peeves he had in your fairly perfect relationship. Despite the toxic environment, you two very seldom had fights about anything. Most of the time you had together was spent making jokes or making good love..never allowing your circumstances to cloud the happiness you brought one another. Besides, you couldn’t blame him much when you made your money with an occupation most would deem less than savory as well. Stripping at a local club and earning your fair share of change as well. So you tried to keep your concerns to a minimum.

“Hey, talk to me, mama. What’s up with you tonight. You not acting like yourself and ion’ like that, for real.”

His seemingly flustered tone finally snapping you from your disastrous train of thought. You were so spaced out that you didn’t even realize he had been talking to you for a few minutes and it all sounded like distant chatter. Releasing a sigh, you’d turn around to face him with a mustered up smile. “Sorry, baby. I’m alright..just got a lot on my mind.” but that clearly wasn’t sufficient enough because the last thing he ever wanted was to see you upset or leave while he let your mind wander astray. Taking the seat next to you and holding your hand, Connie brushed his thumb pad across the back of it..as he always did to ease your tension. Even placing a kiss at your temple and it was then that you had to hold your composure to keep from crying. “Well I’m right here..tell me what’s going on.” This was the side of him that no one else got to see. That vulnerable, nurturing, loving man that you cared for so deeply. One you didn’t want to lose for anything. “I’m scared, Connie.” eliciting a laugh from him at first because for the life of him, he couldn’t understand what you had to be afraid of. He had more weapons than the Army, he’d beat anybody’s ass who’d even think of crossing you and a whole team of equally wild friends who’d do the same. He had this town on lock so why would you, his girl be afraid of anyone or anything?

“What are you talking about, baby? What are you scared of? Somebody tried you at the club ‘cause I’ll go kill them mothe– “No, Connie! Nobody..nobody tried me, alright? This ain’t about that..please, just listen to me.” in his seemingly irate mood, mere seconds away from hopping from his seat and sprinting out the door to find the person who wronged his woman, you’d be quick to clutch his wrist. Holding it tightly as if you refused to let him go. That’s when it really sank in that something was really causing you inner turmoil. What was it? What had you so rattled and shaken all of a sudden? To the point that you could barely even function or be your normally sweet and funny self? Hazel eyes locked in on you with genuine concern before he took his seat yet again and this time..listened to what you had to say.

“(Y/N), for real..what’s wrong?” hearing the shakiness in his voice now and making you reluctant to even share your feelings. “I don’t want you to go tonight. It can wait, okay?” stating so matter of factly but Connie just wasn’t understanding where this sudden fright was coming from. It was a drop just like the countless others he had done, so what was the big deal now? “Bae, I’m only gon’ be gone for an hour. I swear it won’t take long but you know dis’ is important. I gotta make this move tonight.” and it wasn’t as if it were something he could entrust to anyone else. This was a deal worth at least fifteen bands and it would set them up to lay low for a while, especially now that their block was getting hot. They could stack this bread and be good for at least six months or so without drawing suspicion. Even so, you had this horrible gnawing in your gut and spirit that something was going to go wrong and you could never live with yourself if you let him leave and not say something. Just then, those tears that had been welling in the ducts of your eyes finally began to fall and he was quick to swipe them away and grasp your hand. There was something he had to say to you and this may not have eased your concerns in the slightest but he had to get it off his chest regardless. “It’s gon’ be alright, I promise..there’s sum’ I need to tell you, (y/n) and I know this ain’t gon’ be easy to hear but..listen to me.” Filling your heart with anxiety and dread, just imagining what was going to come out of his mouth. Looking you in the face as he confessed what was on his heart as well.

“This life ain’t easy, ma. We both know that..you done held me down through all this shit. Been through all of it with me and that’s why I’mma always make sure you straight. I love you, (y/n). You know this..” in the midst of his speech, you’d see a single tear trickle down his face right before he began to laugh, worrying you even more. Causing palpitations in your chest. You knew that Connie hardly cried for anything in his life. He wasn’t an emotional person by a long shot. Always either extremely happy or irate, a true hothead to his core when the time arised. He didn’t tolerate any mess and was quick to go and make a bad situation worse. But this time? He had much to consider and he didn’t want to tell you this, but even he feared for his safety. He was afraid that something could go wrong on a drop like this one. This particular set was incredibly dangerous and powerful. Word was always getting around about this crew they knocked and this big bad leader that they made into their bitch. Even so, that’s what this lifestyle was all about: risks and danger but they were things you had to persist through if you wanted to survive. So the only way to ensure that in the event he was gone, you’d be okay..was to give you the cold hard truth. “So..I hope that you can do something else for me. If I don’t come back home tonight, I need you– “..please, Connie. I can’t–” but he needed to get his point across. He knew you wouldn’t be able to stomach hearing these dreaded words. “(y/n)..you got to. If I don’t come back..I need you to make sure that my mama’s straight. Make sure my folks are taken care of. My boys, you know they always got you and gone look out. So you don’t ever have to worry. I need you to make sure that you gone be strong if sum’ happens. You gone carry this on for me..we did this together and I want you to keep going. You gotta promise me that. I don’t want you to be sad.” which he knew was an impossible feat to ask of you. But he knew you were the only one who could keep this crew afloat in his absence. The last thing either of you wanted was to see him in a casket or jail but it was a possibility that you needed to prepare for. Sitting at that kitchen table, you’d find yourself full on sobbing as he listed each and every one of his demands. You’d listen..hear and take each one to heart. You wanted him to know that you would do the absolute best you could and not let him down. With your heart breaking with each passing second and the imagery of what could become, flashing through your mind, he’d place a kiss to your forehead, releasing your hands as he stood to his feet. Just then, the deafening silence that settled over the room momentarily was broken through by the long awaited ringing of his phone. It was a call from one of his boys and they were ready to move. But as you were walking him to the door, still teary eyed and upset but trying to hold it together, Connie would turn to you and reach for his own neck. Unclasping the small gold chain wrapping around it, he’d hoist it over his head and onto your own.

to him, it was a promise that he’d return to you regardless but in your mind, you felt as if it were his way of saying farewell. As if this would be the only piece of him left behind. “Aight, ma. I’m outta here. ‘Member what I said.” assuring that he was going to keep good on his promise and return home to what was precious to him. (Y/N) tugged on the charm dangling in front of it and sniffled. You’d kiss once more before bidding adieu. “See you later.” and it was at that moment, you were left all alone, standing still as a statue as you watched your boyfriend..your beloved Connie dash down the stairs and into the fray of his boys, who were equally as amped to go do this. Two black Dodge Challengers with dark tints and chrome wheels peeled away from the parking lot with Connie inside and all you were left to do was sit and play an agonizing waiting game. Forced to sit on the sidelines as you worried about his safety. Ten o’ clock came and went, eleven and twelve did the same..pacing the floor, checking your phone for any sort of update. Police presence had slowed to almost a complete halt by the time one am made its way around and you could no longer withstand the agonizing waiting game. You just needed him to come home already and be with you. You needed to know that he was just fine. But merely thirty minutes later, you’d get the news you had been dreading. For a moment, it was all a blur. Your phone rang, you’d answer and the only thing you’d hear in the background were the whirring sounds of ambulances and the voice of one of his closest friends…you couldn’t hear what was said, maybe due in part to the loud noises or the fact it was all a blur. Possibly because you didn’t want to hear any of it. Either way, all you’d recall was collapsing to the floor and sobbing into a broken mess. You were shattered..your entire world gone in an instant. “Connieeeee!” Calling out as you clawed your hands into the floor; tears flowing and falling in droplets around your crouched knees. You didn’t hear a thing but you knew that cries and screams were coming from your mouth, not a sound…anything. Yet, you were hysterical and seemingly unable to escape this hell you were trapped in.

that was until you heard a knock at the door….prompting you to hop up! As it turns out, you were merely sleeping and your horrid experience was nothing more than a cruel, brutish nightmare. Beelining for the front door, straight from your brief slumber, you’d swing it open and right there, you’d fall apart yet again.

only this time…. “Connieeee!”

they were tears of pure joy. He was just fine after all. There was your beloved, unscathed, alive and well. You’d rush to drape your arms around the back of his neck, coiling him into the tightest hug as you cried. The two of you fell right there in the doorway and he’d cradle you as closely as possible. With a single tear falling down his face and brandishing a bag in his hand..he’d hold you and gently scale his palm up and down your back to console you.

“It’s alright, ma. I told you I’d make it home tonight.”

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LILY OF THE VALLEY

Character/s: snow leopard hybrid!Rindou Haitani

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, dark content, canon typical violence, blood, murder, dub-con, marking, mentions of mating, hybrid au, kidnapping, yandere!rindou, dom!rindou, sub!reader, cockdrunk reader, implied multiple rounds, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, breeding, blackmailing/threats, pet play, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: commissioned by @httn 💜 thank you love for trusting me with this! i hope you like it 🫶

Synopsis: Only fools come out to play with a feral cat.

WC: 6.1k

Crimson specks marred the freshly fallen snow akin to wine spilled all over a white linen cloth. The bullet wound on his thigh was slowing him down. Nevertheless, Rindou trudged up the small hill to reach the other side of the forest hoping he would escape his pursuers that were looking through his busted car for any signs of life. With his teeth gritted, the lost man was sure he might die today. After getting separated from Ran and the others, a car chase occurred as he fled from the warehouse when a bomb about to blow up the building was shouted out. In all his years of doing the same song and dance, one could say Rindou got used to the chaos that has intertwined into his life since the day he was born with the need to experience thrills.

But, fuck, he could never get used to getting shot or bleeding out. The first time hurt like a bitch and the second time it happened made him want to pass out. It was more irritating to face than shoot those who dare touch his tail. Now, Haitani Rindou was sure he will die. Whatever plan those bastards cooked up that would confirm his demise, he had to give them props because they might succeed. Car dead, his phone without any signal, the temperature dropping fast, and a forest that may span a thousand hectares was just the starter pack he needed to die in these woods.

Rindou can’t die here. It would just be pathetic. So pathetic that they might make jokes out of it. His death would only make people say he deserved it or it is the consequence of having an unpleasant lifestyle. And honestly, fuck them. He has to live. He has to get out of here and seek shelter before the frost bites his fingers, ears, and toes off. What would his enemies think? What would Bonten do? What would Ran do?

What should he do?

A million thoughts raced through his mind as his knees finally gave away. His eyes fluttered close for a moment, inhaling the cold air sharply that he was quite sure it could cut his nostrils like blades made out of ice. A trail of blood followed him from where he started all the way to the top of the hill. In contrast to the icy atmosphere around him, his lungs burned. During these times, delusions would enter his mind to distract him from the impending doom that was looming above his head. Death was now breathing down his neck as if they were old friends. Its voice called out to him through the chilly breeze that brushed past him and the strong trees that appeared like shadows of those whom he wronged and killed to survive. If he had to guess what hell looked like, this was possibly the closest description minus the flames. Why would such a cold environment bother him in such a way? This has never happened before. He could think of countless reasons why a hybrid such as he who was meant to thrive in such an environment was slowing down.

Ah, that’s right… He never had to be out much to do his dirty deeds. It was always his underlings. Pawns who would readily obey him for various goals. He and Ran, without fail, get away from taxing jobs. After all, meaningless fights never appeased their appetite for violence. Something always had to interest the brothers for them to act. Looking back on those memories of merely partying and finding someone to toy with, Rindou couldn’t help but exhale deeply. His lips were chapped due to the lack of moisture in the air.

If my life is flashing before my eyes, perhaps I am indeed dying…

And yet, amidst the snow and harsh winds, a merciful angel came into view. Rindou thought he was already a goner for his eyes to conjure such a beautiful sight. Vivid colors murked into a blur as his vision steadily failed him due to exhaustion finally catching up to him. However, the second that angel spoke, voice soothing despite the panicked tone evident in it, he realized this was reality.

“Sir? Oh my god, w-wait. I need to call an ambulance—”

“N…o.” It took all of his strength to move his lips and tongue. The woman before him met his dazed stare, shifting her attention between Rindou and something behind her. “No am…bulance…”

“W-what? Why? No, you need immediate attention…”

Haitani Rindou, one of the infamous criminals Bonten has in their arsenal and the fearsome younger brother of Ran was still vulnerable to things that exude innocence. Perhaps it was just in his nature to be drawn toward something he can never be and so he tried to push away the person who came out on a snowy night to help him. This earned him a surprised expression and more questions he couldn't answer. Rindou’s efforts were in vain as his eyelids finally shut, and the last of his energy left him unconscious in the hands of a stranger.

I’m sorry, Ran…

There was a sea of trees you had to drive by to reach your parents’ house. The road was slippery due to the snow but you had to go after promising to drive carefully. After a hearty dinner and entertaining their inquiries about whether you will get married or not, you were set on heading back to your apartment. Tomorrow is Monday and you had to wake up early for your nine-to-five job at the cafe your cousin owned. Normally, your schedule ranged from mundane to the occasional unexpected events that usually revolved around your job or your parents. Yet they were never anything spontaneous or something that will make the hairs on the back of your hair stand until you had to rescue this man now sleeping on a makeshift bed in a veterinarian’s clinic.

Ignorance could sometimes save a person’s life. The second you saw the hanafuda tattoo on his neck, you knew the shit you were about to get into could get messy. Never had you ever thought of bringing an infamous person, let alone one of Bonten’s henchmen, into your home. The veterinarian you called for help swore his secrecy after he commended you for doing first aid, but commented that men like him shouldn’t be saved. Yet, your conscience wouldn’t let you sleep soundly at night if you left him there on a cold winter’s night to bleed to death or get feasted on by bears.

“Are you… his girlfriend or somethin’?”

“No, I’m not,” you responded while cleaning up the bloody clothing and gauze after Rindou’s wound was stitched up. “However, as a human being, I couldn’t just leave him there. I’m… not capable of such cruelty.” The man shifted his attention back to the dangerous person fast asleep and then squinted hard as if his patient was just pretending. Grunting, the veterinarian gathered the last of his tools into his bag and made his way to the door, but not before leaving you some sound advice.

“Be careful because this choice you made might just bite you back. I’ll be back as soon as possible when I find a doctor in the area. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure this secret doesn’t reach the authorities.”

Thinking back to what happened earlier, you were sure your blood ran cold at the sight of a broken car by the road. Initially, you thought the vehicle broke down and that the owner must be somewhere nearby since it would take around twenty minutes to get to the nearest town. Unless they had to hitch a ride because it was freezing and decided to leave the car. But the second you saw what seemed to be bullet holes in its body, uneasiness coated your nerves like thick molasses. The dread of finding a dead body doubled upon seeing blood on the snow, leading up to where you found the dying unknown man.

Damn it all. He wouldn’t harm someone who rescued him, right?

No, scratch that, this man wasn’t a stranger to you. You were the stranger—not him. Everybody who worked in Tokyo and heard the news was all aware of Bonten, the most dangerous gang in the country to date, enough to rival the yakuza. Those hanafuda tattoos they branded on their flesh bear the symbol of their loyalty to the man who founded the group, Sano Manjiro. The Haitani brothers were as famous all by themselves. It didn’t have to take you long to know everything they committed under the sun or the veil of night. Rumors of the brothers and Bonten always circulate on the internet. In short, they were individuals you had to avoid to live long.

Eyes glancing at your phone sitting by the couch, you debated whether to call the cops and turn him in. Maybe getting Rindou off your hands will be the first step to having your normal life back… Or will just cement the death sentence he shall bestow upon your unfortunate soul once he recovers.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” you groaned into your hands. Sleep was out of the question. You had to monitor Haitani Rindou for two obvious reasons—one because he might wake up and two because he might silence you the second he does. Gruesome pictures of your death flashed on the television screen ran across your imaginative mind and honestly, you were scaring yourself. Clearly, you didn’t think this through. But, what’s done is done. There was no way you could throw him out now. “Let’s… just make sure he’s fine enough to walk out of here on his own. Y-yeah…”

Exhaling a defeated sigh, you sat down on the floor and stared at Rindou’s unconscious form. For a man as big and bad as him, you bet he would snore loudly. Yet, he looked almost like a corpse—unmoving and quite fragile. The biggest shirt you had at your disposal appeared tiny in his huge frame. The veterinarian even gave up on giving him something to wear on the lower part, muttering how he shouldn’t even be bothered to clothe the criminal. The thought of Rindou being naked down there was slightly distracting, making your eyes wander down from the hanafuda tattoo on his neck to the intricate design on his torso until you slapped your cheeks to make you stop eyeing the muscular hybrid.

What the—don’t do this to yourself. He is a criminal, for fuck’s sake!

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your phone to check for any messages. There was only one from your mother, checking up on whether you arrived home. A humorless laugh escaped your lips as you lied to her. Besides, she will definitely panic if she knew you were looking after a criminal in a vet’s clinic. You hoped to distract your mind from spiraling into endless regret by watching adorable videos of dogs. A good turn deserves another… You just wished Haitani Rindou was a person who would reward good deeds.

The morning was rough on you. With a stretch or two, you cursed your aching back while you proceeded to order breakfast for three. Your cousin was kind enough to give you a day off after phoning in with a fake cold. The minute you finished offering him apologetic words after lying through your teeth, you then grabbed the takeout and sped off to the clinic Rindou was moved to. Caffeine and sweets were the things keeping you sane save for the veterinarian and a doctor, whom he roped into the situation, present in the room. Dr. Hinohara was silently observing Rindou’s body while giving a blood transfusion to the still-sleeping hybrid. Compared to last night, the younger Haitani looked slightly better. He still appeared like he crawled out of hell and survived, though.

“I guess we don’t have to bring this man to the hospital,” the doctor spoke after some time. “There doesn’t seem to be a bullet stuck to his thigh. He did lose a lot of blood. I’ll just make sure to monitor him in case he needs more blood transfusions and if there could be any infections on the wound. If he does turn for the worst, I will have to bring him to the hospital—”

You were quick to object, leaving your cup of coffee to stand up. “H-he told me he shouldn’t go to a hospital. I’ll pay you, Sir. I’ll make sure to pay you for treating him. J-just don’t bring him there. Please…”

Dr. Hinohara sighed at your statement, sharing a glance with the veterinarian. Just as you were ready to shoot down their suggestions of you putting an end to your good samaritan role, the doctor then nodded solemnly in resignation. Appeased, you backed away before sitting yourself down once again. Seeing that there wasn’t anything left for him to do, the veterinarian excused himself and left the establishment. A few minutes later, Dr. Hinohara did the same to attend to his outpatients. It wasn’t until lunchtime when he came back that you decided to head back home to catch some sleep after a long warm bath. To be in a room alone with Haitani Rindou, awake or not, was making you anxious. Your eyes were often fluttering close, trying to stay conscious and alert in the presence of an infamous gang member. To let your guard down would be serenading death.

“You can come back tomorrow afternoon,” Dr. Hinohara said with a gentle smile upon seeing you out. “I don’t think Mr. Haitani would wake up today anyways. Go home and get some rest. I’ll call you if anything changes about his current condition.”

“Thank you, Dr. Hinohara.”

If you knew that the day you saved Haitani Rindou would be the last time you could ever experience a normal life, perhaps the future wouldn’t turn out like this—with you almost sticking to a corner whereas Rindou glared at your quivering form. Dr. Hinohara was nowhere to be found on the second floor and your mind concocted various scenarios at the sight of the trashed room. How could the man be up and ready to threaten you with his sharp claws when he was just barely conscious days ago? You even recall Dr. Hinohara remarking about Rindou being too weak to open his eyelids. So just how?

Irises sharp as his claws remained on you, hues of ultra violet hoping to unmask your intentions by staring right into your soul. Behind his predatory gaze were promises filled with violence and a whole world of pain if you so much as make a single move that he will deem a crime towards him.

Haitani Rindou was not a man to be trifled with.

“You… Didn’t I tell you not to bring me to a hospital?” he questioned in a demanding tone, taking a step closer to you which prompted your weak legs to fall back. This is the very thing you hoped to avoid. Maybe if you were given the foresight that Haitai Rindou would recuperate enough to stand today, you would have come prepared to negotiate. Negotiate with him not to kill you and to leave you alone because you did what he asked. However, he didn’t seem happy at the idea of recovering in a clinic, afraid his location would be alerted to the police. “What’s the matter? Suddenly can’t use that tongue of yours? From what I remember you weren’t mute—”

“This isn’t a hospital. Y-you’re in a clinic, can’t you see?”

The hand you used to gesture at the area shuddered upon seeing him move. Rindou was obviously confused as he surveyed the room, unsure whether to take your word or not. You couldn't blame him, though. Blood rolling down his thigh akin to raindrops on a glass window captured your attention, taking away the assertive statements off of your lips. Your fear for him was outweighed by your concern for his wound that might have reopened due to his carelessness.

Rindou was quick to create distance between you two. Your eagerness was mistaken as an act to lunge and subdue him which was something you couldn't do. He realized this the moment he winced in pain, hand applying pressure on his bleeding thigh. You clicked your tongue and hurriedly helped him back onto his bed. His hostility towards you disappeared with each pang of pain that erupted around his injury. Of course, he just had to be slowed down by this and for you, this was a blessing in disguise.

“Stay here, okay? I’ll go see if Dr. Hinohara has returned.”

Any deity above must have heard your silent prayer for the doctor announced himself inside Rindou’s room, eyes wide at the condition of his patient and the messy room. Minutes passed, and the hybrid was now waiting for the pain to subside once his wound was attended to. Lips in a tight line, you sat by the side, waiting for the doctor to say something—anything that will get rid of the awkward air that settled in the room. Instead of something positive, Dr. Hinohara approached you with a dejected expression that caused your heart to momentarily stop beating. His next words almost had you wishing you were sitting down due to the implications of it.

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t do this since I am a practitioner of medicine and should have empathy for my patients no matter who they are… But I can’t have Mr. Haitani stay here any longer. You must understand. My other patients have caught a whiff of his presence here and are too scared to come over. I-it’s bad for me.” Dr. Hinohara then added to soften the blow, “If he stays over at your place, I-I promise to visit and check on him from time to time. Although, I doubt I could do much since he’s close to full recovery.”

Bullshit.

It was utter bullshit. There was no way his other patients knew about Rindou being treated in the clinic. Based on the days you visited the hybrid when he was still unconscious, everyone who visited the doctor didn’t display any signs of uneasiness. Yet, you couldn’t do anything to appeal for Rindou anymore since the doctor was more than eager to kick him out. For all you know, the hybrid trashing the room was his last straw.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, you turned the stove off and poured the hot soup into two bowls. The Bonten executive sat on the living room couch, watching a daytime show. He was unbothered by the small space of your apartment, thankfully. Rindou barely fussed upon arriving, probably because he did not have any other choice. Even with his infamous reputation, throwing him out was inhumane.

You wanted to help him, but it has been years since you took care of someone sick or injured. Plus, your mother’s temperament was far different from Rindou's.

“You okay with miso soup?”

Rindou merely grunted in response, avoiding your gaze while he took his bowl from you. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his moodiness, you took the seat across from him prior to drinking the soup you made. For the hybrid to keep sulking like this, you figured it was because his wound hasn't fully healed, and limped every time he walked. Men like Rindou hated weakness. To display his vulnerability to you like this must be torture to the mighty snow leopard hybrid—someone who isn't used to being on the other side of the spectrum.

Yet, he never dismissed your acts of assistance. No matter how much you teased him in an attempt to lighten the mood or receive his narrowed gaze, Haitani Rindou never made a move to hurt you during his stay here. Or at least that is what he's trying to do—to lure you into a sense of comfort before he strikes like an apex predator. Nevertheless, you continued to meet his needs.

“You okay?” you asked him when his spoon fell to the floor. Your legs were up and running to get a towel once you saw what happened. He dropped his spoonful of miso soup on his bandages because his limpid eyes couldn’t be torn from the show he claimed was too boring. “Mr. Haitani, you shouldn't pay attention elsewhere while eating.”

“Can’t help it,” he answered with a scoff. A ghost of a laugh slipped past your mouth at the thought of him acting almost like he was a big cat distracted by the pretty colors that led to this situation. Shaking your head, you wiped off the droplets of miso soup from his thigh. After you tossed the towel to the side, you stood up straight and placed your hands on your thighs. Rindou’s tail went stiff at your stare which was accompanied by a smile. “What?”

“Are you… enjoying the show? I thought you found it boring?” The giggle that followed your inquiry did not go unnoticed by the hybrid. The tips of his ears turning red were proof of that. Hearing no reply, you continued to tease him. Your hands are busy fixing up the couch before taking your bowl once more. “I mean, it’s alright to admit you like these soap operas. My mom enjoys them too, you know. Well, not enough to be—”

“I wasn't distracted,” he huffed and averted his gaze at your silly smile. “I was just… surprised.” Rindou never elaborated further on whatever stunned him. You merely shrugged and slurped your soup, content with sitting next to him on a Thursday morning. This has been your life lately—taking care of breakfast and Rindou in the morning, going to work afterward, and then coming back during lunchtime. Despite the reasons you came up with, your cousin never questioned you as to why you requested to come in later than your usual hour. He did, however, tasked you to stay until closing time. A small price to pay. After all, this isn't going to be the norm forever. Rindou will have to go back home and disappear from your life as soon as his wound heal.

Somehow, the reality had sorrow creeping up your heart. Rindou staying in the apartment and seeing him every day made you think he has always been there. His sulky expression softens up whenever his guard is down. He wasn't even aware the corner of his lips was curling up once. The way he dismisses you the second he realized he was showing happiness was cute in its own way. You were used to stifling your laughter at his displeased face that did not match well with his tail swishing side to side. His silhouette blended into your little space, making himself at home. And unbeknownst to you, Rindou felt the same way.

“Don’t act like such a big baby. It’s good for you!” You pushed the plate of rice with natto on top. His irked expression eased down while he took his chopsticks. The smell of the fermented soybeans did not sit well with his nose as he ate to appease you. Yet, he willingly ate, especially with you grinning in front of him. “There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it? Can’t believe a gangster like you dislikes natto.”

Innocent things like you were bad for his health. You were poison to his system—having him think of stuff he never gave a second thought on. Rindou lost count of how many ideas of him whisking you away where no one else can see you crossed his mind. Everything about you exuded a normal and peaceful life—a luxury for him who couldn’t afford it anymore. He should’ve turned you away and let himself die that night because now he didn’t want to leave. His wound was almost closed up and he didn’t have to limp around or ask for your help whenever he bathed. Rindou has grown far too fond of you to merely go back and forget about your kindness. For your sake, he held himself back and enjoyed you doting on him despite the numerous teasing you’ve thrown his way. Pretty but lethal flowers were only meant to be admired from a safe distance. Preferring to keep his claws hidden and the space between you wide, Haitani Rindou liked it this way.

Until he didn’t—until he got greedy.

Dr. Hinohara just had to burst the bubble Rindou protectively held with a single statement that the hybrid was free to go. You couldn’t describe the emotion that swirled within you, ignorant to the deathly stare Rindou gave the doctor. Dr. Hinohara swallowed thickly at the heat of his gaze, slowly taking a step back in case the hybrid decided to kill him on the spot. The younger Haitani wished he could turn back time and stop the old bastard from revealing his secret. Despite sabotaging the stitches for so long to keep it from healing too fast, Rindou’s game was up. And yet, not all of his cards were played.

His trump card has yet to fall onto the table.

Ran came over to your apartment the second Rindou rang him up after a month of no contact. The reunion happened under the stillness of the night where not a soul could be found on the streets. The chloroform his older brother brought was put to use to make sure you wouldn't scream or do any trouble as he placed you in Ran’s car. Rindou then discarded the baton hidden at the back of the trunk, already cleaned off of Dr. Hinohara’s blood, into the nearest waste bin before letting Ran drive down the road heading south.

The moment you woke up from what you thought was a terrible nightmare, you were chained to a bedpost in an unfamiliar room in someone else’s bed. The collar on your neck was a bit tight and the chain attached to it wasn't long enough for you to reach the door. A little bell was hanging on the collar and it jingled with every movement you made. You thanked your lucky stars that you were still fully clothed but that feeling of relief waned away too fast. Your head pounded while your eyes frantically searched for signs of where you are. Rindou entered the room with a tray of food. His eyes slightly went wide at the discovery of you greeting the conscious world then his lips broke out into a grin.

“I see you’re awake.”

“R-Rindou? W-what… Where am I? What’s going on?”

Your inquiries fell from your mouth like the teardrops on your cheeks at the realization. Rindou hushed you multiple times while he set your meal down on the nightstand but you never took heed, fearing for your life. It wasn't until he took out his phone to show you a picture of your parent’s house that your tongue felt like it was made out of metal. Your hands balled up into fists at the image.

“Don’t hurt them. P-please…”

“Looks like you're smart enough to guess what I’m implying here, huh?” Rindou chuckles at your horrified tear stricken face. “I guess calling you a big baby right now won’t be satisfying.” Hand underneath his chin, the hybrid let out a contented sigh. “I knew I was right. Other girls I’ve met before weren't as intelligent as you. Saves me from explaining what will happen to your family if you try to escape.”

“What do you want from me?” you demanded, nerves and voice shaky. His irises shone brighter than amethysts as he observed you on his bed. After a month of nursing him back to health, Rindou was intent on returning the favor—just without outside interference, of course. There was no way your parents would allow him to date you and to see you with a faceless nobody would be the icing on top of his cake meant to insult him. He can't have that. “Rindou, what do you want? I-I’ll do anything! Just please leave me and my parents alone. If you want an apology for all those days I’ve teased you or said something wrong, I’m w-will to do so!”

“Nothin’ much, angel. I’ve passed the need for anything.” He then pulled you up by the collar of your shirt. Leaning down to whisper into your ear, Rindou’s lips curled up. “I’ve already got you.” The second he spoke those words, a shiver ran down your spine. Not giving you any time to collect your thoughts or to wipe the tears from your cheeks, the Bonten executive took a step back and gestured at your clothes. “Strip.”

Hands trembling, you did as he said. More tears exited from your glossy eyes which Rindou couldn't wait to lick away. As soon as you got rid of your pajamas, you covered your exposed stomach and breasts until he clicked his tongue. You winced at the sound of it.

“All of it, angel.”

You heaved a deep breath. Your panties slid down your legs agonizingly slow. The rest of your body burned in shame under his piercing gaze. It was as if Rindou would be struck by lightning if he dared to look away from your gorgeous form. You steeled yourself once he took away your clothes.

“Go and eat your meal. I’ll be back.”

Rindou shut the door behind him. You couldn't stop crying even while you ate the meal he prepared. It was hard to know where you were as the window was bolted shut and barely let natural light in. Your heart beats wildly inside your chest whereas you stiffened at the sight of him returning. His violet irises landed on the empty plate before nodding approvingly.

“Good. I’m going to give you a drink now.” He took off the chain from the bedpost and pulled it for you to follow him. But not before commanding you to do it on all fours. His sharp canines peeked out when he smiled at your obedience. The fear strumming its chaotic cords to have you obeying the hybrid. “That’s it, angel. Make sure not to bump into anything on the way to the kitchen.”

Even with Rindou as your sole audience, your soul was close to dying out of shame. Your pussy folds were out in the open, clit throbbing uncontrollably for the wrong reasons as you followed him from behind. It didn't take you long to figure out this was Rindou’s house—or his temporary home. You were too busy making sure you were keeping up with his huge steps and not falling behind to scan your surroundings. The hybrid then paused and turned to you. His hand gestured to a bowl made for a pet sitting on the floor. It was filled up with what seemed to be milk.

“Go on. Drink it all up, angel.”

Cheeks burning, you hesitated for a second. It was when he walked behind you that the panic kicked in again and you unwillingly bent down. Your tongue was stuck out, ready to lick up the milk to appease Rindou, deaf to the sound of unzipping. The palm of his hand was cold against your cunt, causing you to yelp. His free hand was quick to keep your head from turning around to see him.

What the fuck is happening?

“You’re not the only one who’s thirsty… Shit, you’re wet?” He was more amused than disgusted at his findings. This was fucked up. There was no way you were turned on despite what occurred. Maybe you were sick in the head all this time and Rindou’s actions just brought this to light? You would never know as your mind started to grow hazy due to the pleasure of him rubbing his palm across your slit. You were no virgin but it has been a long time since you’ve done it. Perhaps that was the reason why?

Why does it feel like that’s a lie?

Retracting his claws, he plunged two of his fingers into your warm pussy that parted easily for him. Front teeth digging into your lower lip, you kept back the moan bubbling up your throat while Rindou rubbed his fingers against your tight walls. Slick coated his hand which made it easier for him to feel around your gummy walls. His pleased groans were too much for your ears, his hard length brushing on your ass. His tail swished around before curling around your leg. Your hands keeping you upright were trembling as the onslaught of bliss was increasing, gaze glossy.

“Fuck, this pussy is so tight… Are you going to let me fuck you, angel? Huh? Does my pet deserve this dick?” he questioned with mirth in his tone. Another finger was added, widening your hole. You couldn’t help the whine leaving your lips, eyes shut as you fought back more from coming out. Rindou held you by the waist when your legs gave out, cooing into your ear. The hybrid brought up his hand coated with your juices, inhaling it then tasted your slick. “It’s that good? I’ve waited so long. Held back and let you have your way. You’ll let me have you, mhm? Been good, angel. The least you can do is return the favor…” A silent gasp was what Rindou earned when he tapped the head of his cock against your pussy folds, rubbing his length on the damp flesh. Slowly, he entered you.

“A-are you gonna—ah!” You were sure he was going to tear you apart. It stung as the girth of his cock stroked your tight muscles, molding its shape there. Rindou took a few seconds to get accustomed to the way your pussy enveloped his dick, hissing under his breath at how heavenly you felt. And now that he has finally held you, Haitani Rindou was damn sure he has found his mate. Now, he will make sure to keep you by his side whether you want to or now. He’ll just have to give you something that will make you reluctant to leave… Or fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk out of this place without him. Maybe getting you pregnant will be the solution to this problem. “Ah, fuck… S’ big. R-rindou!”

“Angel, wanna give you cubs. You’d want that, huh? You want to be mine?”

His thrusts were hard and rough, causing you to moan and squirm. Lust rendered you blind as you took and took what Rindou gave. Time was no longer relevant at this point. All you could remember as he continued to fuck you like a savage beast during the mating season was the way his claws dug into your skin, marking you as his. The place’s layout slowly etched itself into your mind as he made it his mission to fuck you in every area with the endeavor of filling up your womb until all you could feel was his cum running down your thighs. Your breasts and nipples hurt after going through the abuse done by his mouth. Hickeys littered your torso and the skin of your neck. Clit and folds puffy, you couldn’t tell how many times you have squirted. Rindou always patted your head each time before tugging your nipples in a teasing way. The collar still wrapped around your neck jingled along with your breasts, soaked with your sweat and tears.

“R-Rindou! I-I can’t—”

“Yes, you can, angel. You can take more.”

He never gave you a break or a minute to rest and catch your breath. The moment he finished inside you, his balls emptied another load, replacing the cum he spurted into your cunt that dribbled out. Mind all in a mush, you sobbed at the overstimulation. Finally, the hybrid set you down on the couch, panting above you. A puddle of your essence and Rindou’s cum sat around your ass. The furniture wasn’t the only unfortunate victim of its owner’s quest to impregnate you and claim you. Mouth wide open, your eyes were fluttering shut due to exhaustion. Yet even as you stared at Rindou with those tired eyes, he held his cock glazed with both of your fluids right in front of your face in expectancy. The tip was red and super sensitive after hitting your cervix countless times while he fucked your brains out.

“Don’t tap out on me, angel,” he mumbled. Mustering up all your leftover strength, you sat up and licked on the reddish tip, earning a pleased groan. His hand reached forward to brush away the strands of hair from your face then carded his fingers through them. “Good girl. Always remember this, okay? Good kittens should clean up after playing. Good kittens shouldn’t make a mess.”

#❣️pat.coms #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tr smut #tokrev smut #tr x reader #rindou smut #rindou haitani x reader #haitani rindou x reader #rindou haitani smut #haitani smut #tw.violence #tw.yandere #tw.blood #tw.blackmail #tw.dark content #tw.hybrids #tw.dacryphilia #tw.unprotected sex #tw.breeding

[gogomadu]

The Oh So Loved Legacy Challenge

Brainchild of @oakspice and @gogomadu

What does it take to be “oh so loved”?

This is a five-generation legacy challenge! Sit back, relax, and enjoy the chaos~

Requires: 

Get Famous

Get Together* (to make actual clubs)

Parenthood* (if you choose to do the character value goals)

Snowy Escape* (if you choose to do the lifestyle goals)

Leniency: 

All mods/CC are allowed, just don’t make it too easy! 

You can pause aging if your sim goes to University!

💗Please tag with #OSL so we can see and reblog~💗

💗Feel free to tag us too! We'd love to follow your gameplay~💗

Generation 1:

Summary:

You were that kid in high school, everyone loved to hate you. Why wouldn’t they, you instigated problems, destroyed reputations, and looked good doing it. A good reputation? What is that? Can you eat it? Can it give you the power that you desire? Reputation is an intangible thing that everyone cares about and will do anything to upkeep. But you? You’re just here for a good time. Reputations can go to hell~

Requirements:

o   Start with 1 sim, a house/lot that costs less than 35,000 simoleons and 10,000 simoleons!

o   If starting out as YA, have a bad reputation/public image

o   If teen, start out with neutral reputation/public image and keep it bad throughout high school

o   Age up with Argumentative trait (Parenthood)

o   Have the mean trait

Goals:

o   Complete Public Enemy Aspiration

o   Must achieve the Feudbringer Fame Perk (Under Negative Reputation branch)

o   Must marry strictly for looks/prestige ; Do not deliberately ask personal questions to learn about your spouse/partner

o   Must gain 3 or more additional enemies, not included with the enemies obtained to complete the Public Enemy Aspiration

Generation 2:

Summary:

Your parents were messy~ They were a power couple known for their top-notch drama and great looks. But you knew at home they bickered more than anything, and barely registered your existence. Thankfully, with famous parents, came friends… even if they were the fake kind. But honestly, with your personality, it wouldn’t be all that easy to make normal friends. You’re obsessed with your looks and status! You’re gorgeous and love to be the center of attention. You’re not outright mean, but you aren’t always the most considerate. Your friends use you, and you use them. It’s an interesting relationship that can leave you feeling lonely some nights. Thankfully, you end up meeting the yin to your yang, the strawberry to your shortcake, your soulmate! It makes life better when someone promises to be devoted to you forever!

Requirements:

o   Have the self-absorbed trait

o   Never allow your Public Image to get better than good (keep it low/bad)

o   Age up with Insensitive trait

Goals:

o   Complete World Famous Celebrity Aspiration

o   Must achieve the Squad Fame Perk

o   Must create a friend group (using Get Together)

o   Must go out weekly with a friend group (set events with the Calendar!)

o   Must marry for love! (Have 100 friendship and romance bars before woohoo/marriage)

o   Maintain Hungry for Love and/or Health Food Nut Lifestyle for one full life state

Generation 3:

Summary:

Your family has always thrived on negative attention. Your grandparents’ names still bring scoffs to this day. While your parents aren’t quite as mean-spirited as your grandparents, they have their own share of character flaws. As much as you’ve wanted to change the narrative, one look at your last name and people think they know you. You dream of one day running away from it all, of starting afresh, where no one knows you or your family, and no one can judge you by your last name. However, running away and living comfortably requires money, and a lot of it if you plan to hide your identity after running away. So you’re committed to grinding and making as much money as you can so that your kids can one day live a peaceful life without the stigma.

Requirements:

o   Must have ambitious trait

o   You can’t ever go back to the world that you were born and raised in.

o   Age up with Mediator trait

Goals:

o   Complete Fabulously Wealthy or Mansion Baron Aspiration

o   Must achieve the Easy Street Fame Perk

o   Maintain Workaholic and/or Coffee Fanatic Lifestyle for one full life state

o   Once you have your first child: you must quit fame, do a Celebrity Cleanse, and move to a completely new world (even if you haven’t achieved the Easy Street Fame Perk) (consider changing your last name).

o   Complete Super Parent Aspiration after completing either the Fabulously Wealthy or Mansion Baron Aspiration

Generation 4:

Summary:

You grew up in a lovely small community! Growing up, you got to play all day and come back inside for cuddles and family time. Speaking of family, your parent never speaks about their family! It always feels strange when you hear all your friends talk about meeting up with their grandparents and going fishing, or cooking together, even knitting together! But your parent is enough! They’ve always given you everything you’ve ever asked for! Plus, you have a ton of friends in your neighborhood! You always promised to stay together and go on a ton of outdoor adventures together. So you can’t wait to explore what the world has to offer you! Who says small towns are no fun? They just haven’t dug deep enough! There’s just something about the cock’s crow waking you up, the fine crackle of the wood in the fireplace, and the soft, glowy light of a candle that screams “home”~

Requirements:

o   Keep your Public Image in the Green all your life

o   Live on an Off-the-Grid lot

o   Must have Loves the Outdoors trait

o   Must completely Opt Out Of Fame

o   Age up with Emotional Control trait

Goals:

o   Complete Friend of the World and Neighborhood Confidante Aspiration

o   Must complete 2 collections

o   Maintain Technophobe Lifestyle for one full life state

o   Meet up with local friends at least once every season/2 weeks

Generation 5:

Summary:

Your small neighborhood is beautiful. Your parents are well rooted in your community and they look like they would never want to leave. You, however, have some different plans. As much as you love your community and family, and all that they have done for you, you know that there’s something about you. Something that needs to be brought out and shared with the world. So you’re prepared to leave your small town. With the blessing of your parents, you hope to make it big out in the city! And you do! But what’s this? Your family had a horrible reputation? They were so mean and brought other people down? They spread lies and ruined lives? Oh no! To atone for their “crimes”, you will do everything in your power to apologize. Your fans say you’re nothing like your old family, that you don’t have to worry about it. It wasn’t your fault, they’ll still support you! As thankful as you are for those sentiments, everything you have is material anyways. The havoc that your family wrecked upon the lives of these innocent people is far more than you can pay for. So you’ll spend the rest of your life giving back. You’ll even give the shirt off of your back if it brings out one more smile.

Requirements:

o   Must have good trait

o   Must move back to a bigger city (or the city your grandparent originally came from)

o   Age up with Compassionate trait

Goals:

o   Complete Party Animal Aspiration

o   Must achieve the Star Treatment Fame Perk (Under Positive Reputation branch)

o   Must Donate to Charity/ Gift someone something/ Make a Donation every day until the household can no longer afford it

o   Must throw at least 2 Charity Benefit Parties

o   Become Good Friends with 5 or more sims

💗Here's a visual that we'll reblog separately for ease!💗

💟FAQs: (will be added to over time~)💟

1. If the challenge is started as a young adult, do we still need to get the Argumentative trait for Gen 1? No! But feel free to cheat it in if you'd like~

2. If the challenge is started while Gen 1 is a child or younger/not born yet, does the parents fame level matter? No~ Feel free to make them however you want. We purposefully left quite a few aspects open and free to encourage storytelling!

3. For Gen 3, are we allowed to go back to the old world for just visiting, even just to a lot? Haha, absolutely not! 😈 Gen 3 is to avoid their former world like the plague and NEVER step foot back in it. Their kids and grandkids?... well that's a different story.

4. How do we do the lifestyles? We found it easiest to just cheat it onto our Sim on either their young adult, adult, or elder birthday. Just make sure to keep it up for the entire lifd state! After that you're free to let it fade away or poof it away with the aspiration reward potion~ But feel free to make it harder and work to unlock the lifestyles~

5. Donating every day is taking so long! How can I make it faster? Well! Here are a few ideas! You can gift a Sim up to 10000 simoleans! Maybe you're giving them a college scholarship, or a charitable donation. You can purchase items and donate them. 15000 violins being donated to your local orchestra anyone? Or if you're really feeling like dropping some simoleans, fund the building of a community lot. Drop the community lot of your choice and deduct the simolean value from your household funds. For an extra touch (add your sim's name to the lot name/ or host a meet and greet there)~ Or go the old fashioned way and donate to an online charity through your computer!

6. Can this challenge be started as a rag to riches? Of course! But it's not necessary~ just make sure that Gen 1 officially starts with no more than 10000 simoleans in their possession~

Send an ask if you have any more questions! We're happy to answer~💕

#ts4 challenge #sims 4 challenge #ts4 #the sims 4 #simblr #OSL

[imthepunchlord]

Kwami Personalities

Wayzz is adaptable, patient, and cautious. He likes to work closely with his humans and will pay attention to their interests and try to join in, his means of eagerly bonding with humans and to become a quick friend. He likes to be a voice of reason, forewarn against reckless action and wants humans to think things through before they act. While he is for standing your guard and protecting others, he does stress the value of your own needs, and it's ok to withdraw into your own shell when you need to.

Pollen is sweet and eager, she likes to meet new humans and figure out their purpose and placement in the "hive", she wants to help humans find what they're good at and help them thrive and serve their purpose. She urges humans to be productive, creative, to be ready leaders but also ready team players. Depending on who she's dealing with, she's either going to push a human to be more of a leader or more of a follower. Pollen does have a limit of patience and has little tolerance for anyone unruly and unreasonable. She's more than happy to leave a human powerless until they change their ways.

Trixx is observant, coy, and manipulative. She's able to get a quick sense of what sort of human she's dealing with, getting a good idea of what to say to influence them, and likes to leave things open enough for a human to act on their own. Which can make her a tad chaotic and unpredictable, as while she stands for the greater good, sometimes she focuses on the human and their wants/needs. If she also thinks they need a hard lesson, she's willing to also set them up to fail.

Tikki is dedicated and diligent. She has high values for keeping the order, to a point she can rival Huuxi in how much she cares, and likes to urge her humans to be her ideal heroes. Those that step up to the challenge, and urge them to prioritize others. Tikki likes to push humans to step up as leaders, learn that there is much more they can handle if they put their mind to it. Tikki is also supportive and affectionate, eager to build a human up, it's often her tactic to reignite an unmotivated human. Tikki can be quite the romantic, and can attach herself to the ideas of soulmates and the one true love. She has though witnessed a lot of tragedies involving love so she can be a little wary to encourage it (though she'll glow with happiness when love thrives).

Spook is a kwami of pure chaos. She makes choices on whims and can be sporadic in her nature. The Guardians are the most nervous with her as they never knew what she was going to do. Only consistency with Spook is that she likes to go for humans who are more "orderly" either in personality or lifestyle, and need a good shake up. Spook like to encourage mischief with her humans, to work on the fly, to think out of the box, be aware of new perspectives or to look at things in a different light. To not be afraid of fun and exploring new boundaries. Spook will also like to prepare her humans to be leaders, but not always as tigers are typically solitary.

Nooroo is a gentle and friendly kwami. Open minded, he's eager to work with humans and to help them grow and change and be who they want to be. He relishes being a mentor, adviser, and friend, offering light advise but leaving it up to a human to do as they need. His core strength is covering emotional needs, which has him be very empathetic, easily coming to understand a human's motivation and reasons. Depending on it, he may help the human with their goal or try to gentle sway them in a different direction.

Duusu is bubbly, energetic, flashy, and emotional. She likes to get involved with her humans and is very engaging and animated. Due to her energy, she's been regarded to be one of the cutest of the kwamis. Though she has also been regarded to be an airhead and easily distracted. Duusu can be surprisingly observant, and can throw humans off when she notices details they didn't or didn't think anyone noticed. Duusu likes to urge humans to express themselves, show off their colors and vibrancy, for what they have is beautiful. Duusu is a huge romantic and is engaging in her humans' love life. She doesn't believe in soulmates, but does believe they can be made, but she can also believe that love is fleeting and sporadic, and humans should roll with the emotion and feelings. And if it fades, that's ok, there will be others to catch their eye.

Huuxi has a strong sense of integrity and responsibility. He is a little haughty and bigheaded, and thinks highly of his morals, but he's not blind to others, their views, and needs. He prefers to going to more "chaotic" humans who clearly need some stability in their life. While he's securing that his humans are stepping up in responsibility and being the ideal heroes that keep the people and the order of the world safe, he will also be working on his human to help them find that foundation in life, for he knows they can't fully function efficiently until they are living without chaos. Which can make it challenging when they're their own source of chaos.

Plagg is lazy, gluttonous, and selfish, often prioritizing his own wants over his duty, which has him be selectively responsible. If there is a disaster that does demand his power, he'll step up then, but most cases he does question how needed is he. It's been noted by the Order that he should be paired with someone who cares greatly about being a hero and on task. Plagg is one of the few kwamis who doesn't bother trying to guide or teach humans, often he found he was ignored so he's deemed consequences for your own actions are the best teacher. It also works for him as he gets to enjoy the chaos of how things play out. While Plagg can be aloof and nonchalant with his humans and their feelings, he can come to care very deeply for them. He may be more limited on how to care and support his humans, but he'll do what he can to help however he feels is best.

#miraculous ladybug #kwamis #wayzz #pollen #trixx #tikki #spook #tiger kwami #nooroo #duusu #huuxi #dragon kwami #plagg

[mixelation]

Rank the villages by best to worst for chunnin exam host

LMAOOO okay here's my ranking. based mostly on Shit I Just Made Up for my fics:

Kumo. Minato having fought the Raikage implies to me Kumo was allied with Iwa during the third war, but I'll headcanon they took significantly fewer losses in terms of manpower and economic losses. Lightning country is pretty geographically isolated from the rest of the continent but has lots of ocean access, so let's further headcanon that they've been historically very good at resisting invasions from other ninja while also keeping up profitable trade routes (maybe with mysterious other continents??). Lightning country is rich, basically, and they're culturally less wary of foreigners than some other nations. They use the Chunin Exams to show off how great they are. You will get a nice hotel, and they'll even split your team up over multiple rooms so you're not cramped. They feed you good food. They're not actively trying to kill you, although they're a very "just power through and stop complaining" people, so they'll judge you HARD if you're forced to drop out. They value teamwork and camaraderie, so a lot of the tests will make intuitive sense to Konoah-nin but be baffling to some other nations. It's kind of cold and damp the entire time, but the warm meals and comfortable accommodations make up for that, so much so you will barely notice they've kept very tight control over what you're allowed to see of Kumo. It'll be a long trip but the destination is nice.

Konoha. Konoha will just let you wander around with barely any restrictions. They won't bend over backwards to shove you into a nice hotel or shove only their best foods in your face, but you can just wander around most of the village and do what you want. You can start a fight with other genin, even. During the exam, they're not actively trying to kill you, but they will just go, "lmaooo try not to die teehee :3" There is a definite sense of chaos and you're kind of on edge the entire time because you're waiting for the shoe to drop. BUT, unless you were in that one exam where the shoe DID drop and they got invaded, Konoha is definitely the most blaisé hosts. Maybe you will accidentally get food poisoning because you fell for the advertising of their worst sushi shop, but also you got to pick that shop to eat at.

Kiri. Kiri is.... having a weird time, for all of modern history. Their goal with the exam is to go "NO SHUT UP, WE'RE TOTALLY STILL THRIVING DESPITE THE ATROCITIES." They are actively trying to hide swathes of the village from you, for reasons of security and also DO NOT NOTICE OUR DESTROYED BUILDINGS AND MANY ORPHANS. Accommodations will therefore have the risk of being iffy but never shit. Water Country in general has really good food, so you'll get some good meals even if that exam Kiri doesn't have the funds to be serving you gourmet like Kumo. Kiri-nin have a concept of "friendly insults" which will not vibe with everyone, but it also means they'll play ball with you and be social if you want to complain. Their exam IS trying to kill you, in multiple horrible ways, the whole way through. You get to eat mangoes, though.

Suna. I haven't thought too hard about Suna exams, but I think their terrain loses them a lot of points even during their best periods. If you grew up in the desert, you will thrive. Unfortunately, no other country has a comparable dessert. Suna gets the most injuries/deaths from their survival portion over every other village, and most of them aren't even from examinees fighting. They will not hold your hand about it, either; if the desert kills you, it kills you. Like Konoha, Suna will let you just wander around, but foreigners usually don't take advantage of this. They're resistant to the lifestyle where you just hide in the middle of the day from the heat, and there's like a ten year period where their jinchuriki might just kill you? Suna has a decent stretch where they're having a lot of economic problems, so their accommodations aren't necessarily great. Food is good, at least? Ranking flips back and forth with Kiri over time.

Iwa. Generations of war mean Iwa wants to kill you, and also it's afraid you will kill them. You will not get to see the nice parts of Iwa, and they will not make an attempt to be social with you. Like Kiri, they're mainly hosting to pretend they aren't having economic problems and reinforce their own might to the rest of the world. Unlike Kiri, their bad food is bad and their attitude of "just shut up and do what you're told" means they expect entrants to just deal with shit accommodations. They will not make a strong effort to trot out their friendliest hosts and you will get a lot of proctors who just do not care. Don't take your exam in Iwa.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

What do you mean Nancy wouldn't want kids? After coming home to Steve and the kid they adopted, she finds a piece of paper on the fridge with scribbles all over it.

"It's their first article," Steve would say proudly.

And then their kid would wrap their little arms around Nancy's legs.

"I'mma porter, Mommy, like yous. I ported!" They exclaimed.

"They're so proud of their mom," Steve would also say.

Of course, Nancy would hang it up at work. Though by next week, they're a firefighter ballerina. Then, the next week, they're a lesbian like Aunt Robin, but then Aunt Robin has to sit down and explain to them that it isn't a job.

"Can I be a dingus like yous say Daddy is?" They would ask.

"Of course you can," Robin replied immediately.

"Robin! No!"

And then there's the snuggling. . .the moment where the kid would just curl up over Nancy's chest as she slept, her hand over her heart. Nancy would still be able to work on her article even if the kid snores loud enough to wake the next state over. Their dog is curled up at her feet. The distant sound of Steve arguing with Robin in the kitchen helped keep her focus. Nancy is entirely at peace.

Of course, Nancy is followed by both dog and kid the moment she walks through the door. Then she relaxes after dinner with Steve promising to give their kid a bath. Of course, that all goes to hell when the dog jumps into the bath and then jumps out, causing their kid to jump out too. Then they're running into the living room. Nancy smiles at the moment, listening to the chaos, and headed into the living room where the kid and dog are looking out the window.

"Look, mama, squirrel!"

Nancy picks her up and presses her nose to their hair. Steve comes in, drenched in water, and his hands on his hips. He looks annoyed like he tries to be, but he actually loves the chaos of it all. He smiles at the sight of them.

"I guess you need help after all," Nancy said in amusement.

"Yeah, yeah," Steve smirked. "I'm going to be saying that to you when you try to reach the top shelf again without the stool."

Let's face it, Nancy and Steve both thrive in the chaos, but they thrive in the peace too. Transitioning their monster hunting skills had been easier than they thought it would be. Though being a parent was something they both wanted, it still made them nervous and worried. Turns out, though. . . A chaotic lifestyle is something that they got in the bag. It was a good kind of chaos.

#stranger things #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x steve harrington #stancy #stancy is endgame #you've always been there #you're an idiot steve harrington #you're beautiful nancy wheeler #otp: unambiguous sign of true love #robin buckley #lesbian robin buckley #robin & steve #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates #platonic with a capital p #robin & nancy #platonic ronance #robin is a good aunt but she's also a menace #stranger things ficlet #rueleigh writes

[dear-diary-of-disaster]

#thriving on chaos》 lifestyle

[glitteryinknotes]

Some humble thoughts on what lifestyle would be best suited for Astarion post-game.

We've seen it all, every possible fantasy, from settling-down fantasy to shit like Karlach's ending.

Now...I agree with all the takes saying Astarion is a rogue at heart and wouldn't really be happy having nothing but domestic bliss to live on. I adore the ideas of him working as a tailor or perfumer, but I don't see him being ever truly satisfied with that kind of life only.

But at the same time... I don't think Astarion would really thrive on nothing and nothing but chaos. He would enjoy it, revel in it, blissfully, endlessly, shamelessly, but at the end of the day (or a century)... It would get him nowhere.

There is this line Cazador says if you talk to him without Astarion in the party; he's being cruel and abusive, but when he claims Astarion would run right back to him if Tav died because "he is capable of nothing else", he may be onto something. He did know his spawn. He did know how to twist him and keep him down. He did know all his games, facades, weak points.

Astarion is... Not a person of much substance, if you know what I mean. He is a joy to have around, he's loud, sparkling, beautiful, but that is all superficial. The life he's led before Cazadorr proves my point. Did he achieve anything, strived for anything, did he care much about anything? Was there any sort of purpose to his life? Not really.

And living without purpose gets you nowhere,no matter what kind of person you are. Either smaller and simpler, something down-to-earth, or any kind of a greater calling or service, but some sense of purpose and meaning. Pleasurable as it may seem, one can rarely make a truly meaningful and satisfying life with utter debauchery. Astarion's personality let absolutely loose, even with everything he's learned, might just as well eat its own tail and bring him back to his worst instincts, and no matter how far he would go to enjoy, enjoy, enjoy and enjoy like the tomorrow is endless (it technically is), he might discover one day even that gets... Boring. And did not lead him anywhere.

I believe the healthiest thing for him & his Tav is something in between. Someone with a little bit more drive towards something in life, whatever it may be, keeping some kind of structure in his life and some kind of boundary to his wild side, but at the same time, understanding and participating in his need for chaos, mayhem and joy all the same.

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[oraclekleo]

Kim Min Gyu (Seventeen) Ideal Partner Tarot Reading

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Requester: /

Deck(s): Tarot of the Divine

Spread: Ideal Partner

Questions:

Body 

Heart 

Spirit 

Soul 

Time 

Place

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Kim Min Gyu

Stage Name: Mingyu

Group: Seventeen

DOB: 06.04.1997

Blood Type: B

MBTI: ENFJ

Sun Sign: Aries

Chinese Sign: Fire Ox

Life Path Number: 9

Masterpost: Seventeen

Kim Min Gyu

Mingyu (Seventeen)

DOB: 06.04.1997 Blood Type: B MBTI: ENFJ Sun Sign: Aries Chinese Sign: Fire Ox Life Path Number: 9

Spread: Ideal Partner

Deck: Tarot of the Divine

Body - 8 of Coins

Mingyu’s perfect match is likely someone hard working and focused on their career. Their appearance follows that and they are likely to follow a strict and highly efficient healthy lifestyle. It doesn’t have to be overly complicated or time consuming, they probably don’t spend hours in the gym or counting calories but they developed a routine that keeps them fit and healthy. They are seldomly sick, they can work 24/7 when the situation calls for it and they might have considerable strength while keeping that slightly ‘geeky’ look.

Heart - VII The Chariot

Mingyu’s ideal partner is a warrior at heart. They are not afraid of any challenge and face them head on. They are likely to have their goal and plans on how to achieve them and they are hard to distract when they concentrate on a task. They might have control issues a little bit, might try to assert their dominance over others. They are likely to truly hate slow tempo or setbacks and delays. They move fast and run over obstacles like a tank sometimes.

Spirit - Queen of Wands

Mingyu’s ideal match is a true queen of the prom (regardless of them being male or female or other). They are charismatic, lively, fun and full of energy. They can really put a spell on people around them and make them listen to them. They are likely to be popular among colleagues, friends and people in general. They radiate brightness and good energy, they are warm and kind to people who need their care and support. However, they are no mother goose types, they don’t spoil anyone and will be the ones to push their close ones to become the better versions of themselves rather than keeping them in a golden cage.

Soul - XII The Hanged Man

Deep down in their soul, Mingyu’s ideal lover is someone who thrives on change and constant shifting. They like to constantly learn and challenge their mental abilities. They have that thirst for knowledge and unknown only some have in them. They are deeply practical but at the same time they might lean towards more alternative subjects like astrology or spiritual teachings. They simply need to explore and push boundaries and keep their brilliant minds occupied with great questions.

Time - 9 of Cups

Mingyu is likely to be struck as if by lightning when he meets his destined soulmate one day. It is likely to bring him to his knees out of pure bliss. While it might seem like an act of the divine, Mingyu is actually the orchestrator of his destiny and it’s likely for him to actively search for or manifest this meeting with his perfect match.

Place - 4 of Coins

Mingyu is likely to create a truly cozy and safe home with his ideal partner. It’s likely to become their safe haven and harbour, their private nest and metaphorical blanket fortress shielding them both from all the hectic chaos of the outside world and letting them to forget about all the stress and just rest in each other’s arms.

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[tribbetherium]

You mentioned something in one of the asks about aquatic shroomors/meatmoss and daggoths being capable of limited underwater respiration? What are those species like?

Many underground rivers and lakes pass through the Sub-Arcuterran cavern system, running for miles through its tunnels and chambers for great distance, their waterways slowly but surely eroding through rock, and expanding the subterranean network that for millennia has become a strange and alien world.

In this lightless realm, plants cannot survive, and thus the biosphere has rooted itself on the existence of chemosynthetic bacteria: a plentiful organism able to thrive without sun. Forming bacterial mats on walls and floors and on the water's surface, the bacteria have struck up a symbiosis with fungi, forming the mocklichens, but more recently with a far more unusual partner--meatmoss, a free-living, free-growing harmster tumor that has long since outlived its host and begun to grow much as a slime mold would.

Requiring moist environments to grow, some have taken to the water entirely: where both the meatmoss and its symbiont bacteria absorb necessary compounds from the water and from the surface it anchors to. As meatmoss respires through direct absorption of oxygen, aquatic meatmoss, such as cavern fleshfern (Oncophyton spinatus) have developed long, branching frond-like shapes to maximize the surface area for gas exchange, running along rock as webbed filaments but producing clusters of long tendrils that in essence serve as the whole organism's "gills". Cavern fleshfern also uses these fronds to reproduce, forming singular cells encased in capsules containing their symbiotic bacteria and releasing them into the water to settle and grow elsewhere where the currents of the water take them.

The abundance of fleshfern has not gone unnoticed by a group of aquatic daggoths: the tubesnouts. While most are filter-feeders that subsist of the floating mats of chemosynthetic bacteria and the micro-invertebrates that thrive on them, one species, the feathery tubesnout (Linguibranchiae pennadactylus), has taken up grazing on fleshfern that grows in large masses at the water's bottom. Like all mammals, feathery tubesnouts are air-breathers: their nostrils elongating into flexible built-in snorkels, their central nose tendril being greatly reduced to more easily reach the surface.

But the feathery tubesnout has a secret trick up its sleeve: its tongue, equipped with fringes that allowed its kin to filter-feed, has become highly vascularized, allowing it to absorb oxygen from the water. This is not a particularly efficient way to respire, even when aided by its slow metabolism and small size that greatly reduce its oxygen needs, but it can prolong its dives for up to three hours before needing to surface for air again. As such, propelled by undulations of its eight pairs of fin-like fingers and navigating with a combination of touch, hearing, and a strong sense of taste that functions much like smell when underwater, the feathery tubesnout grazes for hours on end at the bottoms of the subterranean ponds, chewing away at fleshfern fronds with the aid of its incisors--still unmistakably rodent-like ones that seem almost out of place on something so un-rodentlike.

This frequent grazing over millennia has incited a response from the fleshfern: to protect its reproductive and respiratory fronds, it has begun growing defensive measures on them to ward off attackers. These come in the form of thorn-like spikes, growing along the stems and branches of the fronds, much like the thorns of the stems of a plant. Yet it is almost easy to forget that the meatmoss is in fact an animal: made entirely of masses of undifferentiated cells, a new semblance of anatomical order has begun to arise from the chaos of a mass of free-living cancer cells from millions of years in their new lifestyle. Modified clumps of cells lining the fronds have developed the ability to produce keratinous sheaths from a long-hidden, latent ability to form specialized tissues akin to those of a more-organized animal: to defend itself, in the dawn of a strange new arms-race, a false plant has struck back with an analogue of botanical thorns--but are, in a structural sense, claws.

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[thenarddogmeister]

Fight Club. Dir David Fincher. (1999)

I re-watched this film a couple of days ago and I want it to be my first review of 2024.

Firstly, I love the aesthetics and the ideologies in this film, I think they both support each other to make a very interesting film, that has a lot to say. I love how generically ordered the Narrator's apartment is to showcase his obsessive and meaningless consumerism and the juxtaposition presented to us when we see Tyler's place - a dilapidated ruin of a house. This house is dirty and disrepaired and contains no furniture, a complete reversal of the Narrator's apartment. These battling aesthetics show us the polarising lifestyles regarding consumerism - complicitly giving in to it or radically opposing it. I think Fincher wants us to see that both lifestyles have their flaws. Many people confuse Tyler to be the aspirational man but the dirty aesthetic and his destructive acts negate this idea.

I love the metaphor used through the Narrator having insomnia. "Woke" has become a popular term to refer to progressive qualities and being socially or politically aware so I think the Narrator's insomnia is a signifier for him being painfully (he is miserable due to his lack of sleep) aware. Moreover, he says a line about insomnia stating that when you're affected by it "everything is a copy of a copy." This almost resembles Baudrillard's theory, which implies we live in a post-modern world where everything (down to the products we consume) are just copies of earlier things. The Narrator's awareness of this makes him utterly miserable, which can be relatable even more so in 2024 due to the rise of social media, which thrives in incessant advertising and inevitable regurgitation.

Brad Pitt's character is a symbol for chaos and pure destruction - what would happen if we opposed the system too radically. We see this pure destruction in his action but also in the way he breaks normal rules surrounding films. He breaks the 4th wall by appearing in ironic flashes during frames (a reference to what he does working as a projectionist), he also breaks the 4th wall in lines of dialogue such as "flashback humour" which makes us aware that, yes, the joke is funny because it uses a flashback. This destruction of traditional film immersion also alludes to his over-awareness and "wokeness" as even as a character in the film, he is extra aware of what is happening. After all, he's the one that confirms the Narrator was Tyler all along. Brad Pitt's character represents the opposite side of the capitalistic spectrum and whilst he is used as a useful mouth piece to share valid criticisms of capitalism and consumerism, his level of demolition is obviously not aspiration as it's depicted as grimy, upsetting (Bob's unnecessary death) and chaotic.

And obviously, I absolutely love that last shot where the Pixies begin to play and the bombs (the most iconic symbol of destruction there is) begin to blow. The window separates him from Martha and he is trapped and alone - perhaps ultimate destruction is just as imprisoning as capitalism. He's just one man, who has caused all this wreckage, and was it worth it? I don't think so but I guess it's up to the audience.

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[tceesgamingworld]

Discover TCee's New World: The Save File - San Myshuno

Exploring the Vibrant Neighborhoods of TCee's New World: A Tour of San Myshuno

In the bustling metropolis of San Myshuno, diversity thrives, and cultural richness abounds. Embarking on a journey through TCee's New World: The Family Play Save File offers a tantalizing glimpse into the vibrant tapestry of this virtual city. From the Spice Market to the Uptown district, each neighborhood pulsates with its own unique energy, beckoning Sims to explore and immerse themselves in the plethora of activities and festivals on offer.

The Spice Market emerges as a hub of cultural exchange, where the aroma of spices intermingles with the lively chatter of locals. Here, Sims can partake in the festivities of the Spice Festival, indulging their senses in a whirlwind of flavors and colors. Additionally, the Flea Market offers a treasure trove of eclectic finds, while the Waterside Warble Karaoke Bar provides a stage for both Sims and their furry companions to showcase their vocal prowess. For those inclined towards the arts, the Old Salt Museum stands as a beacon of inspiration, nurturing creative endeavors through painting, music, and more. With affordable living spaces like Culpepper House Apartments and family-friendly accommodations at Jasmine Suites Apartments, the Spice Market promises a vibrant lifestyle for Sims of all backgrounds.

Venturing into the Arts Quarter, Sims are greeted by a kaleidoscope of creativity and expression. Amidst the Humor and Hijinks Festival, laughter reverberates through the streets, fostering a sense of camaraderie among residents. The Casbah Gallery Arts Center stands as a testament to eco-friendly innovation, offering a platform for emerging artists to showcase their talents. Meanwhile, Medina Studios Apartments and Hakim House Apartments provide unique living spaces that reflect the eclectic spirit of the neighborhood. At FountainView Penthouse, panoramic views of the city serve as a backdrop to artistic inspiration, making it a coveted haven for creative souls.

In the Fashion District, modernity and style converge to create a dynamic urban landscape. Here, Sims can revel in the festivities of the Romance Festival and GeekCon, celebrating love and intellectual curiosity alike. Planet Honey Pop! Karaoke Bar invites patrons to unleash their inner diva while adorning the walls with vibrant murals. ZenView Apartments and 21 Chic Street Apartments offer sleek, contemporary living spaces that embody the essence of city living. For those seeking the pinnacle of luxury, Torendi Tower Penthouse stands as a testament to opulence, with its expansive layout and breathtaking views.

Uptown emerges as the epitome of sophistication and refinement, catering to the elite echelons of society. Amidst upscale establishments like the Modern Mastication Restaurant and Skye Fitness Gym, Sims mingle with the rich and powerful, forging connections that transcend social boundaries. Alto Apartments, Landgraab Apartments, and Spire Apartments offer luxurious accommodations befitting the discerning tastes of Uptown's elite.

Finally, amidst the urban sprawl lies Myshuno Meadows Central Park, a verdant oasis where Sims can escape the hustle and bustle of city life. Whether exchanging vows in a beautiful city wedding or enjoying a leisurely day with friends and family, the park serves as a sanctuary of tranquility amidst the chaos of urban living.

In conclusion, TCee's New World: The Family Play Save File offers a captivating journey through the diverse neighborhoods of San Myshuno. From the cultural vibrancy of the Spice Market to the upscale allure of Uptown, each district exudes its own distinct charm, inviting Sims to explore, create, and forge meaningful connections within this dynamic virtual cityscape.

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