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scribblesofagoonerr · 24 days

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I'm not a loser!

Pairings: lia wälti x teen reader, caitlin foord x teen reader, awfc x teen reader

Massive thinks to @alotofpockets for her help with motivating me to write and put this out. Sorry it's taken a while, but I wasn't overly keen with how I wrote it & even now, I feel like it's not my best work.

I hope you like it though, and please let me know your thoughts of what you'd like to see happen in this mini fic series!

Things really hadn’t been going in your favour today at all, in fact it had been a completely terrible day at school and you didn’t realise that it was only about to get worse.

Since the day started, it had been horrible from the very minute that you woke up, overhearing the latest argument between your two mums’ on the phone as they fought about you, but you didn’t care to listen to any of the conversation; It always seemed to land back around on the same topic that you argued about, and that subject being you.

It seemed like your mood only worsened when your latest test was handed back to you, graded with a big fat F circled in red around it and it’s not like the disappointing look you received from your teacher helped matters either.

You were quick to shove the paper in the bottom of your backpack, at least then you could try and forget about it; The last thing you wanted was to see the disappointed looks from either of your mums, after you promised them that you would try and keep your head down.

But sometimes it was easier to say that then actually do it.

It’s not like you have ever been a troublemaker in school, but it’s been tough to keep on top of everything and now you’re finding yourself both in trouble at school and at home; You were currently grounded after the latest stunt that you pulled over the weekend with Kyra, which you didn’t find completely fair, but your mama seemed to think different, so what did you know?

The rest of the morning at school hadn’t exactly been great either, you’d somehow managed to land yourself with a break time detention for the forgotten piece of English homework that you were supposed to hand in, but it wasn’t meant like you did it on purpose when there’s added pressure from football games and training, not to mention the messy home life situation that you currently faced, so it's’ safe to say that your school work has now been slacking ever so slightly.

By the time that the bell for lunch went, you were more than ready to escape the classroom. However, when you were walking out of the classroom that’s when it all changed and you came face to face with your tormentor.

“Oi, Y/L/N!” You flinched at the familiar voice of your bully shouting at you from behind, just as you thought that you had been doing so well to avoid them only for you to turn a corner and see them.

You could say that life’s never really been the easiest roller coaster for you, your past homelife hadn’t exactly been fantastic and you’d never even felt true happiness until you found your home at your childhood dream club with a new family that welcomed you with open arms.

The day you signed your first ever professional contract, your life changed completely. When the opportunity arose for you to play for the Arsenal womens’ senior team, you couldn’t help but leap at the chance to play for your dream club, even if you were still quite young.

It was all you’d ever wanted to do.

Despite the rough start in your life, you’ve necessarily not been one of those types of kids to act out, you just get on with life without a single complaint, even with the challenges that you’ve faced in life.

Just like the current situation right now, your own personal tormentor.

You weren’t bothered at first when it was tolerable, it was just harmless name calling and sure, the names’ spilled were mean but you had enough sense just to ignore them but then it got worse and eventually the names turned into physical assault.

You just didn’t know what to do anymore.

“Oi, don’t ignore me, Y/L/N. I know you can hear me, you stupid twat” Your own personal bully continued to shout aloud to get your attention.

Mustering up all the courage that you had, you bit your bottom lip and spun around to face your bully although they were tall and had that slight advantage over you, “I… I wasn’t ignoring you. I just didn’t hear you” Your quick to lie and cover your tracks.

“Whatever” The older girl muttered, rolling her eyes before she continued to push you into a nearby locker, “Listen, stupid. The chemistry homework needs to be handed in today, do you have it or not?”

Your eyes widened in a sudden panic, you’d completely forgotten about it when you were so busy with football and trying to keep up with your own school work that you pushed your bullies’ to the back of the pile, and now you knew that you were gonna pay for it.

“Well, do you?” You pulled out of your thoughts by a sharp pinch on your bicep.

“Um, no… I forgot about it” You quietly admitted, although you knew it was an instant mistake right there and then.

“You forgot? Huh, you really must’ve been born stupid then” The bully spat venomously as they tower over you with a menacing look on their face, “Well, I guess we have a problem now then, don’t we?” they sneer at you.

A single second later, you hissed out loud in pain at the instant impact of being thrown directly into the locker behind you, you can’t help but flinch as an automatic response to the violence that is being directed towards you while you peer up with wide eyes as they tower over you with a venomous look in their eyes.

“You’re not going to fight back, you wuss? What a loser!” They taunt you before they throw you directly into the locker again, “Huh, no response, no defence. You really are a sad little lost orphan aren’t you” they continue to taunt.

You don’t know what it was inside of you but it was like something snapped. You couldn’t take it any longer of the harsh comments spewed or the violence, you didn’t have to put up with it either.

“I’m not… I’m not an orphan” Your usual calm approach to your bully has gone as you can’t help but growl at the older girl while clenching your fists tightly, “I’m not a loser either, I’m not— I’m not!”

“Oh, yeah? Prove it then, loser” They smirk, almost challenging you.

You couldn’t even explain the next few minutes even if you tried.

It was like you blacked out in a state of absolute rage, your fists flying at them as you remembered the self-defence that your mum had so helpfully taught you in case you ever needed it in a situation like this, and now it finally came in handy against them.

“I’m not… I’m not a loser!” You exclaimed loudly as you lifted your own fist up and swung it in the direction of their face, “I am not… I am not a loser!” You’d lost control of your anger like a flick of the switch, lashing out and throwing punches at your bully whos’ been endlessly taunting you for the better part of the last several months.

Even though you know you were bound to be in trouble for it, you couldn’t care less right now because punching your bully and sticking up for yourself was definitely worth it in the end.

And maybe this way, you’d be able to get the attention of both your mums’ in the same room, so that was another positive reason to punch the girl square in the face.

“Yes, that’s fine. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Bye” Lia exhales a sigh as she ends the most recent phone call with your head teacher this week, having asked her to come down to the school after you’d landed yourself in trouble.

“What’s going on?” Leah looks at the older women confused as the trains alongside her in the gym.

Lia exhales a sigh and slips her phone into her pocket, “That was the school again. Y/N is in trouble” she explains to the blonde.

“Again?” Leah's eyebrows furrow, confused, “What happened this time?” she wonders.

“I don’t know, but I guess I’ll find out when I get down there” Lia mumbles, standing up from the bench that she was previously sitting on, “I seriously don’t know what’s been going on with her lately. It’s just one thing after another” she adds.

“I guess Y/N/N is having a rough time, maybe?” Leah comments that sounds more like a question, not used to your recent streak of wild behaviour compared to the calm girl you are usually.

“What’s going on with Y/N?” Caitlin overhears the conversation and the mention of your name, before she makes her way over to join the two women, “Is she okay? Has something happened?” she asks, confused.

Lia exhales a sigh as she has to face her ex-girlfriend and speak to her, “The school just called, Y/N is in trouble” she explains once more as she pinches the bridge of her nose.

“What? What happened?” The Australian woman frowns and digs into her own pockets, pulling her phone out to check for any missed calls from the school, “The school hasn’t phoned me about it” she mumbles, furrowing her eyebrow.

“Well there’s no point in phoning both of us when we’re at the same place most of the time, is there?” Lia remarks, not having the time nor energy to explain anything further.

Caitlin continues to frown and shake her head in disagreement, “I should still be kept in the loop with what’s going on. I hardly hear what’s happening with her at the minute” she states.

“You are told what’s going on Caitlin, I don’t keep things from you” Lia exhales a sigh as she tries to keep calm while talking to her ex-girlfriend, “What more do you want me to do?” she asks.

“Aye, that kid. What’d she do this time?” Katie joins in on the conversation, not sensing the seriousness of it all, “Bad mouth the teacher or get caught cheating on a test?” she jokes.

Lia purses her lips in annoyance with the Irish woman, “It’s not funny, Katie” she states, bluntly.

“Oh come on, so the kid gets into a bit of trouble every now and then. It’s not a big deal” Katie insists, rolling her eyes.

“You’re clearly not seeing the point of how serious this is then, Katie” Leah steps in as she can see Lia getting herself annoyed with Katie’s mock teasing, “This isn’t funny, you know Y/N/N and you know that she’s never usually like this at all!” she remarks.

Katie holds her hands up in mock surrender, “Relax, eh, Williamson, will ya? I’m only joking here, there’s no need to take the high ground about this now, is there?” she says and she can’t help but rile the blonde up.

Leah scoffs in disagreement with the brunette, “You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if her behaviour as off lately was down to your antics when she’s around your house on the weekend, cos’ she certainly doesn’t act like this when she’s at Lia’s house” she remarks.

“My antics?” Katie fires back in disbelief.

“Y/N/N acting up isn’t anything to do with how she is at ours” Caitlin chips in and defends the pair of them, “I don’t know what is going on with Y/N/N but this isn’t something that’s neither mine or Katies’ fault” she tells them.

“Oh, really?” Leah scoffs and raises her eyebrows before she looks at the Swiss woman, “Do you want me to come down to the school with you?” she offers.

“Would you?” Lia glances at the blonde in appreciation.

“Of course, I would–” Leahs’ agreement is cut off.

“No way, absolutely not!” Caitlin interjects, very much in disagreement with that decision, “If anyones’ going down to the school with you then it should be me!” she states.

“Caitlin–” Lia begins to speak.

“No, I’m Y/N’s mum just as much as you are, Lia” The Aussie woman insists, not liking the idea of being pushed out of the picture, “We should go down to the school and deal with this together, as a family” she mumbles.

“We broke up Caitlin, we’re not a family anymore” Lia quietly tells her, shaking her head in disagreement, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to go down to the school together, Caitlin. I will go with Leah and then I’ll just tell you what happens” she tells her.

“Why not? No offence, Leah but this hasn’t got anything to do with you!” Caitlin objects to the idea as she looks at the blonde.

“I’m going there to support Lia and that’s important right now” Leah explains to the Aussie woman.

Caitlin shakes her head completely in disagreement with the idea, “No, no– I should be there, Y/N is my daughter, not yours!” she points the finger at the blonde firmly before she looks at Lia, “Fine, if you don’t think we should both go down there then why don’t I just go down there? In fact I’ll take Katie, we’ll take her back to ours afterwards instead” she declares.

“Oh yeah, Y/N/N loves Coopurr!” Katie exclaims, in agreement with the suggestion.

“There we have it then. I’ll find out what’s been going on with Y/N/N and then we’ll go back to ours” Caitlin insists with the idea.

Lia shakes her head in disagreement, “Oh, and make it seem like I’m the bad cop when you bring her home?” she questions.

“That’s not what I’m trying to do here, Lia! I’m just trying to help you out here and be the parent that Y/N/N needs– She’s my kid too, you know?” Caitlin shouts back in response, earning the attention of a few girls in the gym, including their captain Kim.

“I’m not saying that she isn’t. I know she is but it’s easier to do it this way” Lia explains, avoiding the looks from the rest of the girls in the gym who look concerned.

“Is it? It just seems like you’re pushing me out of the picture!” Caitlin makes her feelings evidently clear.

“Caitlin has got a point, Lia. You can’t stop her from seeing Y/N/N like you’re trying to do that” Katie chips in, looking at the Swiss woman.

Lia turns to look at Katie in disbelief, “Stay out of this, Katie. This isn’t your argument to get involved in” she says as she begins to collect her stuff.

“Okay, alright, that’s enough. You’re all causing a scene in here” Kim speaks up loudly as she walks over to them as she overhears the conversation between the 4 adults in the gym, “What is going on?” she asks, glancing between them all.

“Y/N got into trouble at school” Lia begins to explain.

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t have known that unless I didn’t overhear Lia and Leah talking about it” Caitlin huffs and rolls her eyes.

“I told you, I was getting round to it” Lia fires back as she scowls at her ex-girlfriend.

“Yeah, right” Caitlin mutters in disagreement, “ “And now she won’t even let me come down to the school with her, when I have every right to do that!” she adds.

“It’s just better this way, Caitlin” Lia explains to her ex-girlfriend, exhaling a sigh.

“Caitlin has every right to be there for Y/N” Katie chips in defending her girlfriend.

“Why are you getting involved in this, Katie?” Leah questions the Irish women.

“Why are you getting so involved, Leah?” Katie fires back at the blonde.

“Seriously, Katie? You just seem to find this whole thing hilarious like it’s one big joke!” Leah mutters, shaking her head, “I’m right to want to be there for Lia in this” she adds.

Kim shakes her head in disbelief at the 4 of them acting like they are, “Alright, that’s enough. Okay?” Kim interjects in an authoritative tone of voice as she looks between the 2 exes, “Regardless of you all blaming each other, it’s not going to help you figure out what is going on with Y/N/N unless you work together” she tells them.

Lia’s facial expression softens in realisation, “You’re right, Kim. I didn’t think about it that way” she admits as she looks at her ex, “Look Caitlin, I’m not trying to push you away like you think I am. I just think it’ll be difficult for us to both be there, right now. I’m sorry and I know Y/N is your daughter and you do have every right to see her, just as I do but I would prefer to do this with Leah by my side instead, okay? I’ll text you and let you know what is said, but please understand I find it better to do this way” she tells the woman quietly, finding it hard enough to be in the room with her ex-girlfriend without dealing with anything else.

Without saying anything more, Lia and Leah left the gym as they quickly notified Jonas about the recent events, before they head out to the car to make the way down to your school to find out what trouble you’ve landed yourself in this time.

You knew the single minute that you raised your fist at the girl it would end up in dire consequences, however now finding yourself sitting outside the head teachers’ office with bruised and bloody knuckles, you remain hopeful that this latest stunt was something that both of your mums would be coming down to talk to the head teacher.

Although you still can’t help but wonder how it got so bad?

It wasn’t like you could talk to either of your mums though, because most of the time when you spent time with either of them, you didn’t really want to mention the other in case it brought up any sort of hurt feelings, but you needed them both together.

You didn’t really mean to get yourself in that much trouble today, in fact you’ve never really been one to cause many problems at school if you’re being honest, but you were just so sick of them pushing you around and calling you endless names that you finally had enough and lashed out.

As soon as you hear the sound of footsteps nearing you, you remain hopeful as you look up with eager eyes, hopeful to see your two mums together.

However, you’re severely disappointed when its’ your mama and Leah instead.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, you didn’t want Leah to be here with your mama; You wanted your mama and mum together, but why did that seem so impossible to do?

“Hi mama” You mumble, biting your bottom lip as you avoid the disapproving look on both of their faces, “Hi Leah” you acknowledge the presence of the blonde, whos’ stood there obnoxiously chewing gum.

“Hey kid” Leah greets you with a worried smile.

Lia exhales a sigh and shakes her head, “What have you done this time, Y/N/N?” she questions.

“It wasn't my fault” You try to defend yourself, picking at the skin around your nails.

“I find that one hard to believe Y/N. This is the third call I have had from your school this week” Lia reminds you, moving to sit beside you on the uncomfortable plastic chair, “Do you want to tell me what happened before I go in and speak to your head teacher?” she asks.

“Nope” You shake your head in disagreement.

Leah furrows her eyebrows and sits on the other empty chair, “What happened, kid? It’s not like you to be in this much trouble, or acting out in general” she tries to get answers out of you.

You shrug your shoulders carelessly and bite your bottom lip, “Dunno, is mum coming down as well?” you wonder, curiously as you look at Lia.

“No, Y/N/N. It’s just us– Is this why you’ve gotten yourself into trouble at school, so your mum and I would come down together?” Lia asks in realisation, putting the pieces together about it all.

“Maybe, sorta. I don’t know, cos’ it didn’t work anyways” You mumble, deflating your shoulders as you stand up to head into the office after the head teacher calls you all in; Leah and Lia share a look of confusion with another, finding it hard to understand why you would do that as they follow you in behind.

The result of your behaviour in school leads to you being suspended for the next 2 weeks, which your mama isn’t best pleased with at all if the silence is anything to go by as you trail behind them to the car.

Every time you have tried to talk, you're met with a stern look from the Swiss woman which makes you shut up pretty quickly.

“Mama?” You try your luck to get her a response.

Once again, you were met with complete silence on the car ride back apart from the faint sound of music playing.

“Okay, I know I messed up but how much longer am I going to receive the silent treatment for?” You huff aloud as you peer out the window as your mama drives out of the school car park.

Yet again, complete silence.

“Come on, seriously? The fight wasn’t even my fault in the first place!” You whine in protest, huffing and crossing your arms in the back of the car.

Leah clicks her tongue as she sits in the passenger seat, “You shouldn’t even be fighting in the first place, Y/N” she states sternly.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes and not snap back at the blonde, who you really don’t know why she’s even here, you wanted your mum instead, not her.

“I had my reasons to do it, Leah!” You mutter as you glance out of the window in the back of the car.

“Hey! Be nice” Lia glares at you to knock it off.

“What? I’m not doing anything!” You huff in annoyance and fight the urge to kick the back of her seat, “And I did have a good enough reason!” You still continue to insist.

“I don’t want to hear any of the excuses, Y/N” Lia exhales a sigh, shaking her head.

“But if you just let me explain–” You're cut off before you even have a proper chance to speak.

“Explain what, Y/N/N– How can I be so sure about what you’re telling me when you’ve been acting out like you have been for the last several weeks, huh?” Lia scolds you as she looks in the rear-view mirror, “I don’t know what has even gotten into you anymore, Y/F/N!” she states.

You kinda know that your mama does have a point in saying that, because despite your own rough upbringing with your biological parents, you’ve never really acted out or gotten into much trouble until recently, however with how its’ been the last several weeks, you can’t deny that you haven’t been acting out in an attempt to get the attention both of your mums together in the same room.

It just didn’t work this time round.

You just didn’t know you wouldn’t be able to control the anger any longer and you would end up lashing out like in the way that you did. No matter how many people tried to talk to you to figure out what was going on, nobody really understood what was going on right now.

You can’t help but scoff in response, “You won’t even hear my side of things though, at least I know that mum would take the time to listen to me. Why can’t I go and stay at her house instead?” The words slip out of your mouth without much realisation and it’s definitely loud enough for both women to hear.

“Y/N, your mama wants you to stay with her” Leah chips in.

“Why? And why are you even here when this has nothing to do with you?” You glare at the blonde, although you know it’s not her fault for what’s happening, but despite that you’re a stubborn teenager and refuse to admit when you’re in the wrong sometimes

“Y/N” Lia gasps in shock, “Don’t be rude, you don’t speak to people like that” she scolds you.

“It’s the truth though” You mumble and technically, you’re telling the truth about that one.

The Swiss woman shook her head in disagreement, “There’s no need to be so rude, okay? I won’t stand for it, so apologise please– And you know when it comes to you, that your mum and I are both on the same page” she tells you.

“Are you? Cos’ all you ever seem to do is fight these days” You remark snidefully.

“That’s not true, Y/N/N” Lia frowns at you.

“Yes it is, you guys always argue about me– I can’t even tell you how I feel, so I was only defending myself like how mum taught me to do” You explain to the older women.

“What!?” Lia exclaims in shock.

“Mum taught me self defence in case I ever needed to use it. Definitely showed them that today cos’ now they won’t mess with me again” You grin proudly to yourself.

“Are you… Of course she bloody did” Lia mutters, clenching her hands on the steering wheel.

“Calm down, Wally” Leah rests her hand on the older womens’ thigh.

“Mama, you’re clenching your fists. You might want to just chill out a bit” You note in concern as Lia looks angry and you realise you’re going in a different direction back home, “Where are we going?” you ask.

“Change of plan, Y/N. We’re going to see your mum after all” Lia states as she grips the steering wheel tighter.

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sweetlyskz · 4 months

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Emerald Gem||Chapter Five

Chapter one|Chapter two|Chapter three|Chapter four|Chapter five|Chapter six|Chapter seven|Chapter eight||Chapter nine|Chapter ten (finale!)|

Pairing: Hybrid!OT7 x fem!reader

Overview: Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one the talk to but the pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stable upon your deserted farm, everything changes.

Genre: Hybrid Au, Strangers to lovers, slow burn, smut, fluff

Word count: 1.7k

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"How much longer do we have to keep walking?"

The group was extremely sick and exhausted, walking miles and miles along the forest. When Jimin had no more energy left, the youngest carried him on his back. The pack leader was fearful of the government coming to find them, so during the day they walked nonstop. And when the sun would finally rest, they would rest in the nearest cave or by the tallest tree.

"Until we make it to some water", Joon claimed, ears perked to listen for the closest stream. "I can hear it. We're almost there."

"We wouldn't have had to run, y'know..." Jimin was absentmindedly whispering his thoughts, delirious from lack of sleep.

"I miss her", Tae whined. "And I miss the food, and the comfy bed, and the little chickens..."

Namjoon ignored their complaints, keeping the same pace. He was just as sick and tired as they were, but his love for his pack kept him strong. Now matter how much they tried to convince him to stay, it didn't work. But they couldn't blame him- Namjoon has been burned before.

And he wasn't gonna let it happen again.

Justin didn't like taking the bus. The older kids always made fun of him. Plus, his school was only a couple of minutes away from home if he took the shortcut. So everyday afterschool he would hop the fence behind the school and take left and right turns through the alleyways to get home.

Until one day where he met a little wolf hybrid. Justin had stumbled upon the little guy next to a dumpster in the alley. He was frail and weak looking. His short was torn, his pants were jagged, and the soles of his feet were black.

"Hey little guy", Justin whispered, slowly walking up to the wolf as to not startle him. However it did quite the opposite.

"Please!" He screamed. "I'll go but please don't hurt me!"

With that, Justin backed away. "I'm not gonna hurt you- promise!" The hybrid stood on his feet with haste, getting ready to make a fast exit.

But Justin didn't wanna let him go.

"Are you lost? Do you need some help?" That's when he realized Justin wasn't coming for him- he probably didn't even know who he was.

"N-no. Im f-fine", he whispered, making his way to the kind human who offered to help him. "Just please don't tell anyone I'm here-please." He got down on his knees and pleaded.

"I won't, I swear. But, you can't stay here. Whoever you're hiding from will find you as easily as I did."

The hybrid thought for a second, pondering over his next moves. He's probably been on the run his whole life. His street smarts are probably beyond compare. At least, that's what Justin thought.

"I have nowhere to go..." He whispered. "My family... they're dead. They're all dead- and I'm alone."

It was like looking in a mirror. Justin had found someone just like him. Parentless, scared, afraid. He had a feeling he could help. "You can come stay with me for a while", he offered.

And just like that- he found himself stepping into Justins small apartment. It was cramped, but it's all Justin could afford so he made it work. They lived together for month before Justin finally asked what his name was.

"Namjoon", he replied. "My name is Kim Namjoon, and I'm wanted for murder."

***

Some of the food in your fridge had spoiled. Just to prevent from wasting you walked miles away to the nearest neighbor and gave them all of your leftovers. It been a couple weeks since the guys had left, and you were feeling lost-empty. You knew who they were. You knew what people called him. You knew they were wanted by the government, but it didn't stop you from taking them in.

And even though they hadn't stayed long, it was hard to imagine what life was like without them- especially when you had already imagined a life with them.

When it was time to rest your head, you would walk by their rooms and whisper goodnight. But even though no one was there, the ghost of them always replied back, "goodnight, sweet dreams."

Every now and then you swear you hear laughing downstairs, the sound of Hoseok rolling around in the grassy field, or even the sound of Taehyung flipping the page of a good book. Every now and then, while making dinner, you feel a presence creep up behind you asking "Can I just have one bite? How will I know if it's good if I don't try it?" Jungkook loved to sneak bits of supper before it was ready.

The feeling made you queasy, and it brought tears to your eyes. It made you anxious, so you watched the new every night in hopes that they hadn't been caught. Because, even though they didn't want to stay with you, you sure as hell weren't going to let the researchers have them.

You had already made that mistake once before.

Your birthday party was absolutely amazing! Your friends were there, all of your family came. Even the gifts were memorable. However, something was missing. Your nine year old self couldn't put your finger on it, but something seemed off about that day. It felt as though you were at someone else's birthday party, like the party wasn't for you.

If wasn't until you got older that you realized that it was true- it wasn't technically your birthday party. It was your birthday- that part it true. However, the party was your father's. It was your father's friends, it was their children. They were never your friends. No one would even notice if you weren't there.

So you left.

By your house was a lake, a peaceful lake where all you could hear was the wind blowing through the trees. That's where you snuck off to that night. That's where you met Mina. She was a wolf- the most beautiful wolf you might ever have seen (the only wolf at that time). Her fur was pure white with specks of gray, and her eyes shimmered in the moonlight. One might've been afraid of her, but you certainly were not. She could tell.

"You come here often, Don't you?" The wolf could speak. For some reason, that didn't scare you either. "From the trees, I notice you come hear to wipe your tears. What's bothering you?"

"I'm alone", you whispered, audibly enough for her to hear. "I don't think I'm supposed to exist. All the signs point against it." You laid in the grass, picking piece to fiddle with. Telling your secrets to a total stranger wasn't the best option. But for you, it was the only option.

"Don't speak such words", she scolded. "Close your eyes. I wanna show you a secret."

You obeyed, shutting your eyes as tight as you could. Out of nowhere, great winds blew and the ground shook.

"Now, open."

She was gone. She vanished, right in front of you. The wolf had vanished, and what replaced it was even more beautiful. Her hair was silver. Her eyes were green. She clothed her self in leaves- fitted like a dress.

"Happy birthday, pup", she smiled. Your eyes began to shed tears. She was the first person to wish you happy birthday- Not even your parents did so.

"T-thank you", you sniffled. "I'm Y/n." She patted your head, the same way your mother once did. It was comforting. Here she was, a total stranger, and she's given you more attention than your mother has in a long time. It entranced you, to the point of laying your head on her

"I know", She sighed. "The nights not going so well, is it?"

You nodded. "When does it ever? I'm nine and feel like I'm an adult- so much I haven't done with so much responsibility."

Daciana was her name, a quite beautiful name. You told her all your fears and she held you close. She comforted you when no one else would.

You will never forgive yourself for what happened to her...

***

The cave was cold, almost icy. Jin wanted to light a fire but Joon was strongly against it. "That'll make us an easy target", he scolded.

Jimin laid flat on his back, having no neck or back support. He thought of you. What are you doing right now? What may you be wearing? He dreamed of the dinner you might be cooking.

Does she even care that we're gone?

Jungkook was trying his best to keep Hobi's fever down, but it continued to rise. Taehyung was in excruciating pain. Yoongi was absolutely delirious and Joon could hardly breathe, choosing the solid ground as the best place to rest.

"Joon, we can't go on like this", Jin begged. It hurt him to see his pack in so much pain. It hurt even more to know the cause of it was his pack alpha.

He heaved, trying to get back on his two feet with no avail. "What else can we do? The minute we think we're safe, we'll will be taken. You know this! Where can we possibly go?"

"Back home", Jimin mumbled, using the last bits of his energy. "I wanna go back home, to Y/n."

"Me too", Kook whispered just audible enough to hear. The rest of the pack agreed, sharing their sentiments- everyone except Namjoon. While everyone whined and groaned, he laughed exasperatedly.

"Are you guys serious? She would've turned us over to the authors the minute she found out who we really are! How many times do I have to tell you this? You cannot trust humans."

Jin was fed up. He was sick, exhausted, and lonely. And he was done following orders.

"What do you think you're doing?" The pack watched Jin as he put Jimin on his back, heading towards the entrance of the cave.

"We're going home, Joon..." Jimin struggled to keep his eyes open, but a smile was plastered on his face. It was hard to miss his excitement, even if it was a little hard for him to express. "Anyone who wants to come can come, but I'm tired of living in fear."

He continued, pointing towards his alpha. "Let me know when you're done too. You know where to find us."

And with that, the six pack member left the dark and empty cave, leaving Namjoon alone with his thoughts.

What am I gonna do now? He thought.

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Remember when I said I stayed up all night writing an entire Alastor version of Poor Unfortunate Souls?

Well, I originally intended to just switch up the lyrics, but now there are a lot more stage directions and some additional dialogue in there too.

It’s in the same format as the song lyric site I got the original lyrics from, because I did not expect to be doing all this, lol. It was just supposed to be a lyric swap.

More actions will probably be added when I translate this into my usual format, as well as better descriptions, but I swear, this was just meant to be lyrics and a little but of dialogue!

[Alastor, spoken]

The only way to get what you want is to become an angel, yourself.

[Charlie, spoken]

And you can do that? Just turn a demon into an angel?

[Alastor, spoken]

Why of course! Provided the demon in question is you.

The transformation would be impossible for a Sinner, but biologically speaking, you’re halfway there already!

[Charlie, spoken]

But… why? Why would you help me?

[Alastor, spoken]

Because, my dear – this is what I do. It’s what I live for.

Well, as much as any Sinner can live, hahaha!

[Alastor turns to Husk and Niffty, Niffty laughs with him while Husk rolls his eyes; Alastor turns his attention back to Charlie]

[Sung]

I admit that in the past I’ve been quite nasty

They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch

But you’ll find that nowadays

I’ve mended all my ways

Repented, seen the light, and made a switch

[Spoken]

True?

[Husk shakes his head in the background; Alastor ignores him]

Yes.

I won’t deny my decades of terrorizing the masses, but my work became mundane, aimless… Who knew death upon death upon death could get so damn boring!

So, here I am! With a new lease on my Afterlife.

Helping unfortunate demons such as yourself in an effort to keep myself from slipping further into the bottomless pit that is boredom.

And truly, it is quite rewarding! Offering hope to those poor Souls with no one else to turn to.

[Sung]

Oh, I fortunately know a little magic

It’s a talent that I always have possessed

And here lately, for a laugh

I use it on behalf

[Alastor conjures up silhouettes representing Husk and Niffty; Husk’s silhouette is of his demon form, with a shadow that looks suspiciously like Alastor’s looming over it; meanwhile Niffty’s is human]

Of the miserable, the lonely, and depressed

[Spoken, as an aside to the real Husk and Niffty]

Pathetic

[Husk narrows his eyes and deepens his frown but says nothing; Niffty seems unbothered]

[Sung]

Poor unfortunate Souls

In pain, in need

[Referencing the silhouette of Husk]

This one needs to be a winner

[Referencing the silhouette of Niffty]

That one wants to get a man

And do I help them?

[Alastor snaps his fingers, and the silhouettes change; Husk’s is surrounded by poker chips and celebrating with other people while Alastor’s shadow lurks in the crowd; Niffty’s is in a wedding dress and veil, standing at the altar with a groom]

Yes, indeed!

Those poor unfortunate Souls

So sad, so true

They come flocking to my tower

Crying, “Spells, Alastor, please!”

And I help them!

Yes I do

Now it's happened once or twice

[Alastor gives the ‘pay up’ gesture to Husk and Niffty’s silhouettes]

Someone couldn't pay the price

[Both silhouettes both shake their heads]

And I'm afraid I had to rake them ‘cross the coals

[The poker chips, party-goers, and Niffty’s husband disappear; Niffty’s silhouette is transformed into her demon form, and both silhouettes are collared with green chains around their necks]

Yes I've had the odd complaint

[Husk flips Alastor off from just offscreen]

[Brief Alastor nun outfit appearance]

But on the whole I've been a saint!

[Alastor returns to his usual outfit]

To those poor unfortunate Souls

[Alastor, spoken]

Now, here’s the Deal. I’ll make you a potion that will turn you into an angel – wings, halo, all that jazz – for three days. Do you hear me?

[Spoken, with increased radio static]

Three days.

[Spoken, normally]

Now listen closely, my dear, because part this is important. Before the sun sets on the third day, you’ve got to get your precious angel to fall in love with you.

That is to say, she has to kiss you.

[Alastor pauses, as if trying to remember something]

That’s an appropriate measurement for romantic love, right?

[Charlie, spoken]

Uh, sort of?

[Angel Dust, spoken]

Not really.

[Husk stifles a laugh; Alastor waves his hand dismissively]

[Alastor, spoken]

Well, I’m sure you two can hash out the details later! For the sake of our Deal, you only need her to kiss you. But she needs to be the one to initiate it! No cheating!

If she does kiss you before the sun sets on the third day, you can keep the halo, permanently.

But! If she doesn’t, then you turn back into a demon, and…

[Spoken, sinisterly with increased radio static]

You belong to me.

[Angel Dust makes an aborted movement as if to grab Charlie and run, but freezes; Sir Pentious raises a hand]

[Sir Pentious, spoken hesitantly]

Um, Princessssss-

[Niffty tackles Sir Pentious; Angel Dust startles at the movement; Husk comes and sits next to Angel Dust]

[Husk, spoken to Angel Dust]

Sorry, kid. It’s up to your friend whether or not she falls for his bleeding heart bullshit.

[Alastor snaps his head 180 degrees to face Husk; his eyes briefly turn to radio dials as he flashes Husk a warning look; Alastor turns his attention back to Charlie, looking only his normal amount of creepy]

[Alastor, spoken]

So, do we have a Deal?

[Charlie, spoken]

If I become an angel… If I stay up in Heaven… I might never see my parents or my friends again.

[Alastor, spoken]

But you will have your lady love. Haha, existence is full of tough decisions, isn’t it? It looks like you’ve got one hell of a choice to make, sweetheart! Ha!

Oh, and there is one more thing.

We have yet to discuss the subject of payment. You can’t get something from nothing, you know.

[Charlie opens her mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by Alastor before she can get a word out]

I’m not asking much, just a token really, a trifle!

[Charlie, spoken]

You... You want my soul?

[Alastor, spoken sinisterly with increased radio static]

Your Soul?

[Alastor, spoken normally]

Heavens, no.

What I want from you, my dear, is…

[Alastor hooks his microphone under Charlie’s chin]

[Spoken darkly with almost no radio static]

Your voice.

[Charlie, spoken confused]

My voice?

[Alastor, spoken]

Yes indeedy, sweetheart!

[Alastor counts out each point on his fingers]

No talking, no singing

[Alastor boops Charlie on the nose]

Not one single peep out of you during your Heavenly courtship.

[Charlie, spoken]

But without my voice, how can I-

[Alastor, sung]

You’ll have your looks.

[Alastor pinches Charlie’s cheeks]

That charming smile!

[Spoken]

And if all else fails…

[Alastor spins Charlie around, reminiscent of the way he did in the pilot during his ‘I want to watch the scum of the Earth struggle’ speech]

You could always try interpretive dance!

[Angel Dust, spoken]

Or you could write shit down.

[Alastor, spoken]

Well, that’s a lot less fun. But sure! Why not?

Just keep in mind…

[Sung]

The folks Upstairs don’t like a lot of blabber

They think a girl who gossips is a bore!

[Alastor starts gathering ingredients for the potion]

Yes, in Heaven it’s preferred for ladies not to say a word

And after all dear, what is idle prattle for?

[Alastor starts throwing bottles over his shoulder and into the cauldron]

Haha! Angels aren’t all that impressed with conversation

[Alastor bends backwards so that his head is upside-down and facing Charlie; for a moment his deathmark is visible]

It passes right between their Holy ears

[Alastor puts himself in a more normal position and his deathmark disappears; he batts his eyes and poses, flicking his ear on the word ‘fawn’]

But they dote and swoon and fawn

[Alastor briefly turns away and rolls his eyes while Charlie can’t see]

On a lady who's withdrawn

[Alastor takes out what appears to be a human tongue and throws it into the cauldron]

It’s she who holds her tongue who perseveres.

Come on you poor unfortunate Soul

Go ahead!

Make your choice!

[Alastor conjures an illusion of Vaggie, staring lovingly at Charlie]

I'm a very busy demon and I haven't got all day

It won't cost much

[Alastor bursts through the illusion, smiling maniacally]

Just your voice!

You poor unfortunate Soul

It's sad but true

[Alastor wraps one arm around Charlie]

Nothing comes without a price, my dear

I’m sure you understand

[Alastor spins Charlie again, this time throwing her off balance and almost causing her to fall into the potion; she braces herself on the edges of the cauldron]

Take a gulp and take a breath

[Alastor offers his hand, which is glowing ominously green; his antlers are grown out]

And go ahead and take my hand

[Alastor watches Charlie’s reflection in the cauldron as she visibly steels herself to accept the Deal]

[Spoken as an aside]

Husker, Niffty, now I've got her, ha!

[Sung]

The boss is on a roll

[Charlie picks herself up, turns to Alastor, and shakes his hand]

This poor unfortunate Soul!

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maxislvt · 2 years

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Tense

A/N: This isn't my first fanfic ever but it's my first self insert ever. I haven't written for Marvel in a long time so please be kind but I'm also open to criticism!

Warnings: Smut, MILF!Wanda, questionable use of magic, age gap relationship (reader is a college student but age not specific), glass sex toys, a Lot of teasing, slight dumbification, slight pet play, I accidentally implied you were a virgin but you'll live!

Summary: You'd been working for Wanda for quite a while. She helped you get back on your feet when you came back from college and you helped her keep up around the house. It was a mutual friendship, yet it seemed neither of you were contempt with just a friendship.

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Of all the odd jobs you'd picked up your first year back in Westview, babysitting for the head of your old elementary school's PTA was by far the oddest.It wasn't the kids that made it odd. Billy and Tommy were strange boys, but they were sweet. It wasn't the tasks you had to do while caring for them either. It pained you to think they were spending some much time alone before you showed more than it bothered you to wait in line to pick them up every day. It was their mother.

Mrs.Maximoff didn't annoy you the way the other parents did. If anything, she was your saving grace most days. Between Mrs.Romanoff near inappropriate advances and Mr.Stark's endless rambling about the money he put in at the school, it was a blessing when Mrs.Maximoff would pull you off to side so you could get a breath of fresh air, even if for just a few seconds. Your mother wasn't leaving out to the wolves, but as the principal she had her hands full at these meetings.

Things honestly didn't get weird until you started to know her as "Wanda" instead of her last name.

It was around the time the ongoing custody battle between Vision and Wanda had come to a close. Despite her best efforts, the boys were ordered to live with Vision. You were needed less and when you were it was only for a few short hours. It didn't pay as much but seeing the boys again made it worthwhile. Fortunately for you, Wanda still found a need for your presence.

Losing custody was tough on her and she just didn't have the will to do some of the housework anymore. If something needed fixing or the grass needed to be cut, she'd call you up. Manual labor wasn't your strong suit but being strapped for cash and enjoying your employer's company meant no complaints from you.

Despite that, you remember feeling a shift in the relationship you two had one day.

It was a particularly hot day. The sun was shining as bright as it could and Wanda's backyard seemed never ending. You'd barely gotten halfway through the front yard before you found yourself slumped against the cool concrete that was covered by the overhang on the front door. You'd laid there peacefully before the door opened and hit you in the shoulder blade.

"Oh, Y/N! I didn't see you there. I'm so sorry!"

Between the blistering heat and the sharp pain, you'd just barely processed what she said. You flinched as you tried to sit up. "Oh, it's fine ma'am! I shouldn't have been slacking off." One hand messaged your shoulder while the other one reached out blindly to find something to push up on. You whined again as a pair of gentle hands slowly guided you up.

"That just won't do. Why don't you come inside and cool off for now? The lawn can wait for another day," Wanda said softly. Despite the gentleness of her tone, she gave no room for disagreement as she ushered you inside the house. She shook her head as she laid you down on the couch. "I wish I'd known it was so hot out, I would've never let you suffer out there without at least a glass of water."

You weren't sure if the burn in your face was from the heat or being fawned over but you elected to ignore it. "Mrs.Maximoff, it's fine really. I'll just wipe off the sweat and go back." You turned to look at her only to find she'd run off. You attempted to turn further only for another sharp pain to roll over your body. "At least let me finish the front yard today."

Wanda pouted softly. "I told you to call me Wanda. You can barely do a full turn without being in pain and you're sweating buckets." She continued to fawn over you, leaving no room for objection. "Let's get you cleaned up and then I'll take you home, okay?"

You swallowed a lump in your throat and nodded slowly. Wanda had always been kind to you, but today felt different. You blamed it on the heat. "Thank you, Wanda." Your hands shook as you took a sip of the water. You sighed relief and leaned back as Wanda stoked the back of your neck. A new form of affection between you two, but one you were grateful for considering how sweaty you were.

"I'll make you an ice pack and get you some dry clothes, just relax."

You nodded again as Wanda ran off to do as she promised. Without thinking, you stripped yourself of your shirt and laid flat on your stomach. The couch did nothing to soothe your warmth but it felt amazing to finally have a break. You dug your face into the cushion and took Wanda's words to heart.

Just as you were about to drift off into dreamland, there was a small tap on your back.

"I told you to stop wearing that thing when it's hot out, you're gonna have a stroke and break a rib." Wanda wasn't a nagger, but she was becoming increasingly concerned about your state. She slowly placed the ice pack on your shoulder blade and sat down on the little space left on the couch. Wanda was entirely accepting of your identity. Never pushed you for details or mocked your choices, but she had a never-ending battle with your binding habits.

You nodded again, too tired to form an actual response. Your head snuggled into the side of Wanda's thigh. Just like that, you'd fallen asleep.

You're not sure what exactly caused the change that day, but something sure did.

After that, Wanda had started calling you names no one had ever referred to you as before. Hun, love, baby, and a few Russian ones you couldn't exactly wrap your head around. Even the way Wanda would touch you was different. Gentle hands would snake around your body, pulling you closer to her, or just stroking your back. They made you feel warm inside. You felt like you were on cloud nine when you and Wanda were alone. Yet, it felt wrong. Wanda was much older than you. Not only that, she was technically your boss.

The second thing was infinitely less important than the first, but it still wiggled into your head from time to time. Wanda was nothing but kind to you and you could think about having her do whatever unspeakable act your brain had conjured at the moment.

Fortunately, Wanda had been praying for your internal conflict.

Maybe it was a bit perverted to want someone as young as you at her age. She couldn't help it. Seeing the wonderful images you'd make in your head or seeing you struggle to keep still when she'd stand behind you as you bent over. You were just too cute for your own good. She'd have to lay claim to you sooner or later.

"I'm so glad you agreed to spend the night," Wanda said casually as she stirred the pot of soup. "You've been so helpful to me these past few months, I just don't think money is enough at this point." It was a tad desperate to invite you over for dinner. That, she'd admit,but between her needing you to do just about everything and just finishing your college exams, you needed a break you definitely weren't gonna give yourself.

You nodded slowly. You'd patiently sat at the table as she prepared dinner. You'd been so busy that you had nearly forgotten how to relax. The second you step foot in the house, you search endlessly for something to fix. Laundry to refold, a room to sweep, something to keep your brain busy. You'd only sat down because Wanda had told you the shuffling was starting to become a distraction. "I really should be thanking you," you said shly. "I guess I didn't realize how much I'd stressed myself out."

Wanda fondly shook her head as she exited the kitchen with two bowls of suit. She sat one down In front of you before she sat down next to you. "Nonsense! You've worked yourself to bone, just let me take care of you for the night."

Most people would've been embarrassed by the dotting tone she used with you. Not you, though. For a few brief moments, you were in heaven. The only thing pulling you back was the gentle hand that placed itself on your upper thigh. It did nothing at first, besides remind you that you were on Earth.

As you two continued to chat, it slowly crept its way higher. Toying with the hem of your shorts for a moment before slipping underneath them. You struggled to focus on eating. Not sure if you should say something or let her keep going. You were sure she was just being kind and meant no harm, but you couldn't take it.

Okay, no more shorts at Mrs.Maximoff's house.

"Don't say that, hun. You look so cute with your legs out," Wanda said sweetly as she squeezed your thigh. She watched as you struggled to form a response. "I thought you would've figured that. You never told me what size you wore, did you think I just knew?" Her grip on your thigh tightened as you attempted to move away. "I try not to be invasive, but your thoughts are just so loud."

Your blood ran cold. You could always find a new job, but no one could replace Wanda. "I..I'm so sorry! I know it's not right to think about you like that! I-I don't know how it happened—"

Wanda's hand pushed further up until she reached the hem of your underwear. "Aw, don't feel bad, sweetheart." She leaned in closer. Wanda didn't miss the shaky and drawn out inhale from you. "You just wanna be taken care of and I'm more than happy to be the one to do it."

A small whimper tumbled out of your mouth. Her finger tips messaging an area no one had ever touched before. Her scent, her touch, her voice — it was all intoxicating. It was near impossible to think. All you needed was a few seconds to get your head together. You'd never deny Wanda, but going in blind was too risky. You didn't have enough time to lean before Wanda's arm snaked around your neck and pulled you in for a kiss.

It overwhelmed you. The invasive warmth of Wanda's tongue exploring your mouth was more than enough to cause a throb between your legs. Breathing quickly became a secondary priority for you. Wanda wanted you just as much as you wanted her and the kiss was more than enough to price it. She bit your lip just hard enough to get another whimper from you just as she pulled away.

Wanda slowly pulled away and held your chin. "I won't force you, but if you want me to keep going I'm gonna need to hear you say it." She watched as your eyes hopelessly looked back at her. The pout on your slightly swollen lips tugged at her heart strings. It was a look she'd gotten to know all too well. It was usually when you wanted an extra cookie or insisted on finishing a task. Wanda never expected to see it because you wanted her to fuck you. "Puppy dog eyes aren't gonna cut it, sweetie." She could help but grin at the needy whine you let out.

"Miss- Wanda, please." You nervously squeezed your fingertips, unsure of how to keep the mood going. You would've gotten completely lost in your thoughts had Wanda not stood up and dragged you upstairs. It had happened so fast you didn't even realize where you were going. Your body weight slowly sunk into the mattress beneath. You could feel the plush blankets beneath your bare thigh. It looked expensive and the thought of what you were about to do on top of it caused a conflicting stir in your stomach. "This looks expensive," You confessed nervously, "is it gonna be okay if we…y'know..on top of it?"

Wanda hummed softly, pretending to actually consider your worries. "Don't worry about it, I love messy things." She crawled forward on the mattress and watched as you instinctively backed away until you were trapped between her and the stack of pillows at the top of the bed. "If you keep running from me, I might just have to tie you up."

Your teeth were quick to clamp down on your bottom lip. The pain wasn't enough to deter your body from shivering underneath Wanda's warm hand. "I'm sorry, it's just that I've never been in this kinda position." Your breathing faltered as Wanda's fingernails lightly dragged themselves up your stomach and stopped just below your binder.

Wanda tilted her head to the side and smirked. "What, you've never had sex or you've never been with an older woman?" She playfully scratched at the skin just underneath the bottom of the fabric and watched you squirm. Wanda didn't bother waiting for an answer and immediately started attacking your neck with open mouth kisses. She went lower and stopped just above the collar of your shirt. "I'd like to take everything off, if that's okay with you."

You looked back at her. Your mind was already fuzzy from the kissing. Her being so close didn't help either. "Wha…oh, yea!" You snapped out of your dazed state and scrambled to get your shirt off. You looked down at your bare chest and then back up at Wanda.

"I'll wash it for you later, don't worry your sweet little head," She cooed and threw the binder off to the side. Wanda continued her assault on your neck and worked down to your chest. Soft kisses and devilish nips at the underside of your breast was more than enough to break you out of your shell.

Your hands instinctively gripped her shirt, unsure of what else to do. "Wanda, please, I can't take anymore of this," You whined. The wetness between your thighs was becoming unbearable. You resorted to humping against her thigh to ease the need growing in your stomach, but your relief was short lived.

Wanda moved her leg away and shook her head. "You're worse than I thought," She whispered sweetly. Her fingers quickly unbuttoned your shorts. She wasted no time teasing your slit through your underwear. "Oh, these things are basically soaked through," She said with mock pity. "You want me to make it feel better? Make it so you don't have to think about anything anymore?"

You nodded quickly, hoping she'd be swayed by your desperation. "Please, I've never felt this way before." You weren't a virgin, but no one had ever taken the time to work you up this way. Everything was hot and sticky. It felt like you were going to melt right through the bed. Your head leaned back and let out a soft moan feeling Wanda kiss the newly exposed skin of your hip . Her kisses trailed all the way down to your knee before finally discarding your underwear.

Wanda's fingers slowly teased your slit. The sound of the wetness and your whimpering was music to her ears. Two of her fingers pushed into your hole. "Shh, remember what I told you,"She said, pushing your hips back down on the bed. "You're gonna be good for your mommy, hm?" She looked down at you with a knowing smirk.

You shuddered and thrusted your hips forward, desperate to feel her deeper inside. Knowing she was so willing to invade your mind and use whatever she found against you was oddly arousing. You nodded frantically, eager to please. "Please, I'll be so good for you just let me cum, please!"

Wanda curled her fingers inside you and pushed them deeper. "Oh my, you're such a greedy puppy. I don't think this will be enough for you." A third finger entered your hole with ease. "You need mommy to fill you up?"

"Yes, mommy, please." You could barely recognize the house of your own voice. It embarrassed you. Not only the desperation in your voice, but being bare in front of Wanda while she still had all her clothes on was humiliating. Just as you were about to close your legs, dark red tendrils appeared. They forced your calves to the back of your thighs and kept your legs spread. You watched as the dark red reappeared in her eyes and magic swirled around her waist. "Is that supposed to go inside me," You asked nervously.

Wanda couldn't help but laugh at your innocence. She slid the tip of the glass dildo down your slit. "Of course it is, puppy! You're gonna take it so we'll," She cooed and slowly pushed the toy inside you. "See, it fills you up just right!"

Another moan ripped through your throat as Wanda bottomed out with ease. Wanda had stretched you out so well there was hardly a need to adjust. The pace Wanda set was painfully slow and calculated. Your hands scrambled for something to do. Fisting the sheets or grabbing your hair — you even started biting your fingers to keep quiet.

Wanda tsked and shook her head. "I guess even the cutest puppies still need training," She said, voice filled with false disappointment. Wanda pulled your hands away from your mouth and kissed the bite marks on your fingers. "I'll be nice to you this time, but we're really gonna have to work on your ability to follow instructions." Wanda used her free hand to rub soft circles on your clit.

"Ah, 'm sorry," You slurred out as your back arched off the bed. Your arms couldn't help but jerk and twist Wanda's grasp. You opened your mouth to voice your concerns about the hot feeling in your stomach. It was an orgasm, but there was something more. "Please, slow down," You begged.

"Shh, don't fight it, just let it happen." Wanda watched happily as your orgasms wrecked through your body. "There we go. Look at you, making such a big mess for mommy." Her thumb continued teasing your clit as you came.

Your hips continued to twitch from the stimulation. You frantically shook your head hoping Wanda would stop. "Ngh, too much," You grumbled and attempted to push Wanda away from you. The defiant act only resulted in Wanda pulling you further into her lap. Another orgasm ripped through you. The liquid ripped through you in small bursts.

Wanda finally pulled out of you. The magic disappeared and Wanda was quick to message your thighs. "You just wait here and I'll get you a bath ready." She tapped your thigh before climbing out the bed.

You turned your head and looked at the clock. It was only 5pm. You let out a defeated sigh and laid your heads back down.

This woman was going to be the death of you.

#wanda maximoff smut #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel #mcu #mcu smut #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x you #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch smut

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idyllic-affections · 1 year

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Hello! I really appreciate that you are willing to write platonic fics🥹 Can I request douma with gn reader? Can be any trope you want

the founder's companion.

summary. doma has a child now! what could possibly go wrong?

trigger & content warnings. canon-typical blood & violence, cult discussions, doma is his own warning.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff. doma & demon!child!reader. 0.6k words. they/them pronouns for reader.

author's thoughts. hello dear! not only am i willing to write platonic fics, i ONLY write platonic fics teehee..... though i have posted other demon slayer requests, you were my first, so thank you! that's so real of you 🙏 this is pretty short, i'm sorry! if you would like a bit of a longer post, please do send in a slightly more specific request.

doma definitely has a habit of picking up random, orphaned, half-dead kids off of the street. he would totally do it all the time. he picks up random kids and turns them into demons. he just thinks they're so pitiful! it's so sad, he could just cry for them... seeing poor little children with no other hope forsake humanity and slowly become cruel demons is very entertaining for him, though. children are the pinnacle of human innocence, after all.

because of this, literally no-one is surprised when he shows up to an upper moon meeting with some kid balanced on his hip.

did he procreate??? did he take them under his wing after murdering their entire village?????? who knows. the other upper moons sure as hell don't. they don't care to either.

(akaza is kind of worried though because what the fuck? who let doma of all demons have a child??)

doma is oddly enamored with them, cooing at the way they absentmindedly toy with the ends of his blonde hair.

it's almost as if they feel no fear, no concern over the fact that the third most powerful demon in existence is holding them in his arms as if they were his own child... not that doma would feel anything towards a child of his own, of course.

if anything, the child he holds seems downright bored, murmuring some incoherent complaint about being dragged along again as they tiredly lay their head on upper moon two's shoulder, drifting in and out of consciousness.

the fact that they hold little fear towards muzan is also very concerning, but perhaps that has to do with the cult leader's influence; he sure as hell doesn't fear muzan, why should he teach them to?

they have no regard for... any demon, for that matter. the upper moons are collectively quite surprised to see them smile slightly at doma; it's the most expressive that little kid has been since the demons laid eyes on them... maybe that's part of why he took them in? their overall minimal expression seems to have made doma fond of them.

when they do express something, however...

their little fanged grin is very cute in doma's eyes. he thinks they're very cute. <3

he says shit like "you're so cute, i could just eat you up!" but he's dead serious. they genuinely don't give a single fuck. they probably just reply with something like "do it. i dare you. coward. you won't."

they're right, he won't.

(he could; he just chooses not to.)

i wholeheartedly believe daki and gyutaro would be jealous of them. doma knows this. he finds it funny, or as funny as an emotionless demon could find something to be, anyway.

those two know better than to harass them, though. it's in their best interests to let that child be, no matter how jealous it makes them.

doma is not the demon to enrage. the siblings know that; it's best that they don't push their luck with him.

the eternal paradise cult adores them.

(it's mostly because they wouldn't dare do anything to upset their founder, but still! some of those people are genuinely enamored with lord doma's little companion.)

everyone's always doting on them, spoiling them with the same twisted, religious love that they treat doma with.

what's really worrying, though, is that this demon child will inevitably grow into the same twisted habits that doma has.

akaza worries that they'll end up like him.

upper moon three is a demon; he's not heartless (some demons are, he supposes, but he is not one of them).

his concerns are reasonable.

because really, when faced with doma's tendencies towards messy bloodshed and violence, all they do is huff and point to a newly stained carpet: "look what you did. you got her blood on the new carpet, doma-sama. that will never come out."

demons have twisted relationships, but at the very least... doma's done nothing to hurt them.

hopefully, he never does.

please consider reblogging, it helps me out a lot!

#aphelion's headcanons 🌸#aphelion's requests 🌸#platonic demon slayer #platonic demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #platonic kny x reader #douma x reader #doma x reader #kimetsu no yaiba headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba x reader

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cathedral-of-sinners · 2 years

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Orders

Kinktober Day 23 - Orgasm Denial + Pantalone

Genre: Smut (MDNI)

CW: obligatory OOC warning, gold-eyed Pantalone *melts*, spanking, petnames (my dear), sub!reader, gn!reader (no pronouns/genitalia mentioned), slight sir kink, fingering (receiving), rings are present on his hands *dies*, dacryphilia (I think)

a/n: hahaha! I'm only two days late - better than two weeks late!! Also I don't know how to feel about this fic as a whole though, I don't think it's as good as it could be. I can only hope it's not as bad as I think it is.

A harsh smack to the round of your ass leaves a buzzing sting in its wake, a similar blow being dealt to the other cheek soon after. Even though Pantalone followed with soothing rubs to the abused skin it did little to quell the pleasuring pain.

"I thought my orders were quite clear my dear," he begins, that scarily calm smile still plastered on his face, "perhaps I wasn't clear enough then. You are not to cum until I say otherwise. Do you understand?" Irises the colour of gold burn into you over the rim of his glasses, daring you to disobey. It wasn't often you got to see Pantalone's eyes, but when you did they never failed to shoot pleasurable shivers through your body.

Even though your throat is rubbed raw and tears streak your cheeks you find the strength to form a response. Barely two words leave your lips however when another swift spank lands on your ass, "you'll have to speak up dear, it seems my ears aren't what they use to be."

You try again, "yes sir..."

"Louder."

"Yes Sir!" Flipped so you're straddling his lap, you're rewarded with a heated kiss. A hand roams the expanse of your back with the other roughly gropes at the flesh of your thigh, bound to leave some form of a mark. His tongue runs along the swell of your lips, pushing past to explore deeper.

Just as the need for air grows into desperation the hand on your back lands itself on your chin, pulling you back, forced to meet his gaze. "Let's try this again, hm?" Lips attaching themselves to your neck Pantalone drags his hand against your skin, down, down, down until it reaches between your legs. Lithe fingers poke and prod your hole before dipping themselves in, resuming their pace from before. The return of the cool metal rings milks another moan from you, orgasm building fast. Your hands find purchase on the males shoulders, your way of keeping yourself upright.

Incoherent babbles spill from your mouth, hips rutting to meet the thrust of his fingers. You're close, walls squeezing the harbinger's fingers.

"Cl-close... gonna cum, please let me cum s-sir!" Just when you think he'll let you, pace picking up and high within grasp, his digits retreat, leaving you feeling empty. You couldn't help but whine - just how many more times will this torture repeat? Was the last six or so times of denial not enough for him? One look at his face though has your mouth clamping shut, all thoughts of complaint filtering away.

"Really, have you forgotten your orders already?" He tsks, shaking his head, "I believe this calls for punishment." Moving you off his laps, Pantalone stands and begins to gather your discarded clothes. You stand confused as he helped you into them before taking the seat at his desk across the room.

"Sir?" you question, sex throbbing in need at every passing second.

Without looking up from his pile of work, Pantalone picks up the abandoned pen, "if you can't exercise some patience, I'll have to teach you some. You'll have to wait until I'm done with work for me to play with you again. Can you manage? You'll have to if you want what only I can give. Now, come sit on my lap dear, this'll take some time."

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#pantalone x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #pantalone x you #pantalone #genshin kinktober #genshin impact pantalone #genshin pantalone #pantalone smut #pantalone x reader smut

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sillyromance · 2 months

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Hay I'm not having the best day

May I request some soft comfort vore with transformers prime breakdown please I can understand if not. :)

Good day, dear anonymous!

Of course! Here you go - and I hope it'll be better for you soon!

P.S: I wanted to finish this story today since you were feeling sad... So I didn't really had the time to check it properly. I really hope there are no bad mistakes - and that you'll forgive me if there are... Good luck and take care!

The way to sort out problems.

- ... And then I threw him over the wall.

- Primus!.. I almost regret I haven't seen all o' that. You should definitely take me with you next time.

Breakdown and Knockout were going down the corridor, chatting. That time the medic had to stay on board to complete a specific task, so his big blue friend went on a mission alone and spent outside all day. Catching their loud laughter shaking the ship, you smiled, but very soon your eyebrows frowned again, your head titling down. The carmin mech wasn't the only one who missed the bulky decepticon.

That day wasn't the greatest. Everything seemed sucks, and without your friend it was even worse since there was no one who could cheer you up with their clumsy jokes. Surprisingly, you had grown fond of Breakdown quite fast. The first time you saw him you thought you wouldn't get out alive, and now... You learnt he was the best pal anyone could ask for: caring, fun, ready to listen to you any moment. And unlike other decepticons, he was very tolerant to humans - as well as his mate Knockout. Those two protected you and made sure you had everything you needed. The medic was a bit annoying at times, especially while playing flirty, but it was bearable, moreover that your favourite decepticon was around too.

As you expected, soon your paths crossed. Breakdown waved his huge manipulator in a greeting gesture.

- Hello, Y/N. How is it going?

- Fine... - You smirked, rolling your eyes. - As always.

- Well, I wouldn't say that. - Knockout's faceplate grimaced. - At least not after watching you wonder around the decks like a ghost since the noon. Perhaps, you will throw some light on their behaviour, Breakdown. I have tried, but pharmacy seems to be helpless here!

- Shut up... - You scoffed, turning away. A one more thing that you hated about him was his disgusting habit to stick his nose in others ' businesses.

- Well, then I gotta go, Knockout, sorry. See you in the lab tomorrow!

- Sure thing, Breaky!

You trailed the skinny mech dancing away and vanishing behind the nearest wall. Bastard!

- So, what did happen?

The blue cybotronian's yellow optics were staring at you with confusion and concern; he bowed, offering you his hand. It didn't take long before you climbed on it.

- That's... Uh.. Just a bad day, you know.

- I see.

- You must be worn out. I think you should get a proper rest, not to...

- I'm not going to sleep or anything until my friend is OK. Got it? - His voice was soft and soothing, though it was possible to feel some serious notes rumbling deep inside. - Let's, head to our room. I think you might use some... Special treatment, don't you?

It would be hard not to blush.

- Well, I guess so...

Without further discussion, he put you on his shoulder and started going.

The lights went deem due to the late our. While still on the move, Breakdown told you about his adventures from the beginning, definitely trying to distract you from the bad thoughts occupying your mind. It was... Nice. Finally, your big teddy bear was here with you. His low, husky baritone appeared to be best treatment for your aching nerves to settle.

- Home, sweet home...

At privacy, at last.

Breakdown made his way straight to the berth. It was a pity to leave your cozy nest beside his neck, but a thought about the place even better where you would soon find yourself convinced you to keep your complaints unsaid. Sitting on his palm, between his thick fingers, you suddenly realised how small you actually were - it wasn't like you didn't know it before, but such situations still hit you hard. And so the more heartwarming it was for you to know that, being so gigantic, he didn't ever tried to cause you pain. And something was telling you he never would.

- Ready, Y/N?

- Yeah... - You got up and laid a quick smooch of gratitude at his red cheek. - Thank you, Breakdown.

- Don't mention it. - He smiled softly. - You would do the same being on my place.

After that his mouth opened before you, awaiting. Sighing, you ducked right into the warm, pulsing grey cavern. Now you could truly relax.

The glossa bent down to make it easier for you to get comfy inside the maw. Tingles of pleasure were wandering around your back as it was gifting you with careful, gentle licks. Dump air weighted your body with lazy drowsiness while sticky transparent saliva soaking in your clothes made you nice and slick. As it often happens before sleep, your brain unexpectedly came up with an idea that if your relatives could see you now, they would all instantly fell unconscious. And it was the first thought which finally made you giggle.

The muscles came to life, pushing you further, to the dark entrance of the pharynx. You laid limp as they affectionately hugged you, tugging you forward... Breakdown swallowed. What a nice feeling - to be dragged into a warm blanket of your friend's throat! His muscles could turn your bones into dust in no time. His dents could chop you into bloody mess back at the watering chamber above, but you was cared for, adored... loved. Every gentle contraction of the flexible metal muscles signalled about it. You was sliding down, down, down... Thumping sparkbeat was booming calmly somewhere nearby, white noise of engines was ringing in your ears...

You had been already at pure bliss as you arrived inside your friend's spacious fueltank.

- I hope the ride was good. - The mech's words reached you, distant, yet close like echo. - I'm going to recharge too. Don't hesitate to wake me if you want out.

- I think, it won't happen any time soon, big guy... - You mumbled, curling up in a ball and cuddling with glowing walls surrounding you. It was already extremely hard to not doze off, especially with those lulling, happy gurgles and groans burbling around. - Sleep tight.

- You too, Y/N...

It was the last thing you heard before falling into the peaceful world of dreams...

#soft vore #extreme cuddling #safe vore #transformers vore #willing prey #willing pred #transvoremers #tfp vore #vore breakdown #comfort vore

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dinsdjrn · 10 months

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everything i wanted | j. miller | track two

track one | track three | masterlist

bodyguard!joel AU

AU!Joel x singer!f!reader

summary: I'm scared to death I'll scream your name and still there's not a thing I would change. That's okay, but I think about it. rejection never gets any easier, but we all find ways to move on. [w.c: 4.4k]

tags for the series: 18+, minors DNI, angst/fluff/eventual smut, sarah's dead (plot), ellie is alive, parental manipulation/abuse (maternal) (reader is in a classic love bombing abuse cycle please note the mother is not redeemable), depression, drug and alcohol use, sobriety, stalker behaviour from a fan, will update as i go, this ones gonna get dark but it will have the happy feel good too! as always if anything is missing tell me and i will add it!

a/n: i am back from vacation and ready to write the days away. this one is for @tightjeansjavi who keeps me going and reminds me not to quit.

track two - think about it

It always felt weird to record a song that struck a chord close to your heart. You were pulling on the most exhausting day of your life, and it wasn’t even entirely yours anymore. It had been polished and produced into something you recognized, but not something you knew and understood. It was a frustrating, but undeniably, good song. It held some of the grit you craved, whilst keeping the image that was carefully curated for you.

Overall it had been a successful morning in the studio and your complaints were for you to bury alone. When everyone had taken a break to grab a coffee and come back with fresh ideas, you stayed behind to send a small clip to your parents.

[Audio Message]

Finally a complete song for the deluxe!! Can’t wait for you to hear the rest :)

Your dad loved the message, all you got back from your mom was a ‘Call me’.

You sighed making your way out into the hallway where there would be better reception. To no surprise Joel was just outside the door of the studio waiting.

“I’m just making a call, uh, to my mom,” you said, not entirely sure why you explained it to him.

“Do you want some privacy?” He asked.

“Oh, oh no, it won’t be long. Sorry, I just didn’t know-“ you rambled, cut off by your phone buzzing in your hand. You swiped to answer it, now flustered from the most meaningless interaction with Joel.

“Hey Mom, How’d you like the clip?” You asked excitedly.

You slowly sat down on the floor across the hallway from Joel.

It was something that could go either way, but you were hopeful your excitement would deter a rude remark.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She spat.

“What?” Your voice dropped, clearly defeated.

Joel looked at you perplexed. You just rolled your eyes and sighed.

“This isn’t a hit for the deluxe! Telling your fans you hate them is no way to make people WANT to listen to you,” She exploded, completely missing the point of the song.

“Well you’ve just heard a bit, it’s about more than that.”

“It’s not what it’s about, it’s how it’s perceived.” She was condescending.

“Okay, sorry mom.” Your voice broke.

“Well don’t make me out to be the bad guy, you asked for my opinion. At the end of the day it’s your album and whether you sink or swim is up to you,” Her tone was sharp and quick. It dug into your mind in a way only she knew how to do.

You weren’t sure why you put up with her anymore, maybe you felt guilty, maybe she is just under a lot of stress, maybe, maybe, maybe…

“No, you’re right,” you sighed wiping tears away, “We’ll work on it.”

“Love to hear it sweetie. The next one will be it I’m sure!” Her tone changed again, giving you emotional whiplash.

“I have to go, the studio is going back in.” You lied.

“Go on! Make a hit! I miss you!” She promptly hung up before you could reply.

As the call disconnected you felt the tears welling in your eyes spill over. Her words didn’t hurt you like they used to, they frustrated you to no end.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

You weren’t paying super close attention to your surroundings, but you felt a presence sit next to you on the floor.

“Hey, hey, it will be okay,” it was Joel talking to you, comforting you.

“I’m sorry, she is just so fucking frustrating,” you leaned your head back against the wall.

This was so beyond what you’d ever expect of him, but it was comforting nonetheless. Your heart swelled at the sentiment. You weren’t one to really crush on anyone, but Joel had this gravity to him that pulled you in.

“You’re okay, she has no idea how amazing it is,” he continued softly.

“What?” You asked, confused at this new softer side of Joel.

“The song, it’s great. I know people are going to love it.” He offered a small smile.

“We won’t know until it’s out there,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Well I know, for a fact, one fourteen year old girl is going to love it,” He continued, “Hell I’ll probably hear it so much I’d pay you to take it off the album for me.”

You offered a sympathetic laugh for his attempt at a joke.

“Ellie?” You asked.

“Yeah, the kid loves you, it didn’t connect until well… we got here.”

“What made you finally recognize my music?” You asked out of curiosity.

“The album on the wall, I’m pretty sure we have it on vinyl. And I’m fairly certain that vinyl rarely leaves the record player.” He rolled his eyes, they were softer than normal.

You weren’t sure if it was out of sympathy for your pathetic display, or fondness for discussing his daughter. Either way you liked this side of Joel, it tugged at your heart. His complexities making your mind wander, you want to see him, really know him.

“Well, she is welcome here anytime,” you said.

You placed a hand on his crossed arms, it sent a chill down your arm and spine. Just a touch sent you into a frenzy. Your hand lingered and the silence drew on for just a moment longer than it needed to. Joel cleared his throat and it brought you back.

“Thanks, uh, yeah thank you,” he turned away from you standing up.

You had stopped crying and stood up to meet Joel.

“Thanks, for being there. Well, and boosting my ego,” You smiled making your way to the door behind him.

“Anytime,” he said with some southern drawl.

You didn’t spend much more time in the studio that day. Your head wasn’t in it anymore and everyone could tell. You also had drinks with James to get ready for. Once everyone called it an early day you headed home to change and get ready for a night out. He didn’t say anything the entire way home, just like the day before. Joel followed, he kept his distance, staying in the common spaces looking somehow both devastating and intimidating.

“Joel,” you breathed, dizzy and giddy from the atmosphere and the alcohol in your system.

When you had agreed to go out, you only committed to one drink. Then one drink turned to four, and pounding back drink after drink made the world fade away. The booth gossip no longer interested you, you took James by the hand and made your way to the dance floor, Joel following suit.

“We should get you home,” he stated, attempting to shuffle you back to the table.

“This could be fun, if you let it! We could make the most of a bad situation!” You threw your head back and laughed.

You brushed your hand against his arm. This was bold and unlike you in all aspects, but you were letting go. Letting go of the past 3 days, letting go of the past 5 years, letting go of every rational thought you’ve ever had.

“No, you don’t know me. You’re drunk. I’m here to do a job, nothing more, nothing less.” He pulled away from you and forced you back to the table.

“Joel, you don’t understand. I haven’t felt like this for anyone in a long time and you have to tell me you feel it too.” Your tone growing serious, accusatory.

What he said next sent an arrow straight through your soul. It was sobering and rejection hadn’t hit this hard in a long time.

“I don’t, there is nothing between us. If you got caught up with me that quickly you’ll get over it twice as fast.”

His words winded you, you were too drunk to read him, but you tried. There was no sense of regret, mistruth, no sense of anything really. He was cold as the moment you met and it was harrowing. You’re sure if you were sober you’d see nothing but a cold, uncaring man.

You had never felt a pull like this from anyone, and in the short time you’d known one another you desperately wanted to believe he felt it too. That’s all it was though, desperation. The first person in so long that made you believe that they might care about you, even if it was just for a paycheck. In less than three days he had treated you like more of a human than half the people you had met in the last five years.

“Take me home, now.” You whispered. Unable to look him in the eye.

So he did, like any security detail would, he got you into the car with minimal disruption from paps. Not a word was spoken between you, the silence warped to your despair. Being turned down so blatantly was something you were used to from labels, but never like this. Never with someone you felt such a connection to so quickly.

In the car your phone buzzed, you thought it was James asking where you went. It came from an unknown number.

You can leave, but I will always follow…

It was definitely from the same person, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to care. This was your secret to keep. You didn’t want to come off as overly dramatic as your mother had previously accused you of doing. So you deleted the message and moved on, it wasn’t like it was a note at your door.

When you got back to the apartment you made your way to your room without a word, stumbling down the hall. You didn’t want to cry, not for this. You wanted to sleep and hoped that this night would become a hazy memory, bound to your drunkenness like a secret.

You stared at the bathroom mirror hoping that at the very least you could harness this feeling into capital. The thought made your palms clench and chest tight, you felt like you were suffocating. It sent you into a spiral you hadn’t felt in a long time, the fear of failing, not being good enough overwhelming you. This album was eating you alive and all around you you were surrounded by rejection, from Joel, from your mother, from your label; every direction pulled your head below the water in a new way.

You hadn’t had a panic attack in years. You reached in the cabinet for your meds, you hadn’t needed them in so long, but as the tension in your chest began to build you felt yourself slowly losing control.

Gripping the counter you let this feeling fester until it slowly passed. All you were left with was the fading buzz of the drinks in your system becoming a sleepy haze you were sure to regret in the morning.

The next morning, the night before wasn’t brought up. It was almost unnerving how cold Joel was toward you but somehow he came off as indifferent. You knew any trust or relationship you had built was officially gone. Nothing left but ruins in your wake.

By noon, he was gone and his relief Will Jones had arrived. Will was an older gentleman who clearly kept up with himself over the years. He was warmer than Joel and would make conversation the same way you’d make it with your dad. You knew you’d get along fine, but he also wasn’t Joel.

You weren’t too keen on conversation, somewhere between the dull ache in your chest and your hangover you’d forgotten

your kindness. So Jones gave you your space and you worked on your music.

And that’s how it went… for three weeks you’d rotate between Joel and Will. Not saying much to either of them. Wake up, go to the studio, get nothing done, go out and forget your frustrations, and repeat. Three weeks of failure in the day forgotten with a bender in the night.

Texts would come through, always from a different number. Always along the lines of missing you and loving you, never threatening you. You never thought much of them and always kept them to yourself deleting them soon after they came in.

You were falling apart and didn’t think anyone was going to notice. No one ever had before and there wasn’t anyone close enough to you to care.

You felt stuck creatively, nothing you were making was impressing producers enough. You felt stuck personally, forever between a rock and a hard place. Your mother berating you for coming up with nothing, receiving a cold shoulder from Joel who you had only grown more fond of, feeling so isolated and alone even though this is what you’ve always dreamed of. You should be grateful for everything you have, but it came at the expense of your soul.

It had been a particularly bad night for you, Will was with you tonight and you had gotten particularly clobbered. It was messy and no one was brave enough to stop you. You felt the eyes and phones on you and it was the moment you knew this was going to be a mess your team would have to clean up. Your carefully curated image of a humble small town artist was being thrown out the window. Just one night where the eyes at the bar looked a little too closely, they found out a little too much about you. It would all come crashing down in just a few short hours.

“Get me out of here,” You said to Will, pulling on his sleeve like a toddler.

“Let’s go,” He quickly shuffled you out of the bar and to a car that was waiting outside.

The paparazzi were insane this time around and you had never felt so scared. The word must’ve already been out where you were and everyone wanted the shot that would destroy your image. It was worth so much more than a photo of you leaving the studio, or on a pre planned date with another emerging artist.

The flashes made you nauseous and the banging on the windows and shouting from outside the vehicle had installed a new type of fear and anxiety within you. You clenched your fists and loved your eyes solely focusing on your breathing and heart rate. It was hard to focus in with all the noise around you and you knew that if their cameras got the shot it was going to be messy but you had to calm down.

Eventually your car had made it through the mob of people and back to your apartment. You needed to collapse in bed, just sleep and forget everything. As soon as you came through the door you made your way to bed, fully clothed, make-up on, and began scrolling through twitter. Of course there were photos of you from tonight that had begun circling. TMZ was already spinning a story about how you had flown off the handle, with a full segment to come in the morning. Daily Mail had jumped on an article too in the forty minutes it took you to get home.

Just like that it had all come crashing down so fast. Maybe it was the attention you had wanted, maybe not. Something about having your image fall apart and the world watching you come undone was cathartic and yet you didn’t feel any better. You knew you were making a mess for someone else to clean up. You were still buzzed beyond your capacity to form a coherent thought about the repercussions you would face. You knew what was to come and yet, in your state, couldn’t bring yourself to care. So in the most pathetic attempt to make the pain go away, you fell asleep.

Someone had woken you up the next morning, it didn’t feel like you had slept for very long. It could also be that you had slept a long time, you were just hungover. You rubbed your eyes which had felt extremely dry, and when you looked at your hands the black smears of mascara reminded you of the night before. You had fallen asleep without even making an attempt at getting ready for bed. You had never felt so disgusting, you’re sure you were a pitiful sight.

“What time is it?” You croaked.

“It’s nine in the morning.” A voice you hadn’t expected said.

“Mom?” You questioned fully opening your eyes and looking at where the voice had come from.

There she was in the flesh. She looked as if she had just walked off the page of a magazine, not a single piece out of place.

“What are you doing here?” You sat up and questioned. Your head was pounding and you struggled to put the pieces of why she would show up unannounced together.

“I flew out as soon as I saw what was going on on twitter,” She started, “And I’m glad I did. This was the first thing I saw when I landed this morning.”

She stood and stalked toward you dropping a tabloid paper on the end of your bed.

There you were in all your drunken glory, right on the front page, trying to escape the bar the night before. You flip to the article which basically called you out for cracking under the pressure of fame. Maybe they were right, you had reached your tipping point of rejection.

You couldn’t stop what came next, but everything just came crashing down. And as if you were a kid again your mom came to your side and wrapped herself around you.

She whispered that it would be okay, and how proud she was of you and for a moment you believed her. It didn’t matter what her motives were, whether or not she just wanted you back in the studio. It was nice to feel like someone cared, you’d been so surrounded by ghosts who didn’t give a shit about you to sit and be held and be told your love was enough to forgive her all over again. These were the tender moments you clung to for dear life. Without them there would be no one left to care about you, and you would fade away.

“Come on, let’s get you ready to go,” she said when you had started to calm down.

There it was, she wanted you back into the studio to capitalize on this. For the moment you could forget about that though, because at least she was here, at least she cared.

Within the hour you had made it to the studio and started tweaking some of the songs you had worked on before. Your mom had made herself brief and was on the next flight back to New York. Her work was done and you had been put on a strict studio to home lockdown by your team. It was for the best.

The morning in the studio had been weird, Will and Joel were supposed to switch off today and as the day grew later you wondered if Joel had finally thrown in the towel. Just as your mind got away from you he came in flustered with a kid in tow.

“Thanks for covering for me man,” He said to Will.

He turned to you and looked apologetic, “Is it okay if Ellie sticks around today? She got into trouble at school and my brother was already at work, no one was available to watch the kid this short notice?”

“Oh yeah, of course!” You smiled and said a little too cheer-y.

Joel looked at you for a second longer than comfortable and his eyes grew softer. He was reading you like a book. You’re sure you didn’t look great but no one had made a note of how miserable you looked.

“Thanks,” he stepped toward you.

“You alright?” He spoke softly, looking directly at you.

You melted away at his concern, you felt like you were the only person in the world. His features grew soft just for you and all the feelings you tried so hard to get rid of had pushed their way to the surface again.

“Yeah, I will be,” And just for a second you believed it.

Your focus came back to the room and the young girl shifted behind Joel.

“Hi! Ellie, so nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard so much about you!” you stood and made your way to her.

Ellie then smiled so big and beamed your way. You pulled her into a hug and she reciprocated. When you pulled away you could tell she was just buzzing.

“I’m such a huge fan,” She said.

“So I’ve heard. I hear you’re also quite the guitar player?” You looked at Joel who was smiling fondly at the interaction between the two of you.

“I’m alright,” She said shyly.

“Well, I have a song I need some help with so let’s see what you’ve got?”

You and Ellie took a seat on the couch, you were excited to introduce someone to this world. You always felt like the one who knew the least but you could see the light and excitement in her eyes.

“So I usually try to tell a story, pull from hardships in my life,” you explained.

��Oh,” Ellie said and shifted a bit uncomfortable.

“You don’t have to though? Is there anything you feel you want to get out in the world?” You asked.

“Well,” Ellie hesitated, “I guess there is one thing, that’s kinda bugging me.”

“Okay?” you pressed.

“See, there’s this, uh, girl. She isn’t out yet but we were together for a bit.. and uh, well she ended things but I still have feelings for her.” Ellie’s demeanor changed and became disheartened.

“Wait, I actually think I have something you might be able to help me finish,” you said frantically digging in your bag for your notebook.

And that’s how it started. You and Ellie spent the day writing a melancholy love song together. Little did she know the piece you had written was for her father.

The song spoke of the one person who could derail your whole life if they wanted and you had so much fun writing and recording with Ellie. She even helped with the harmonies and the production. It was a great song and throughout the whole process you and Joel shared knowing looks with one another. For a moment there was a sense of understanding and forgiveness between you.

You wanted to grip onto this moment and never let it go. Forget all the scandal, the fear, the things that got you into this position and just hold onto the feeling of understanding between you, Ellie and Joel.

All good things must come to an end though, as Ellie left with her uncle so did the warmth that Joel carried. You felt as if you were back at square one and there was nothing you could do about it.

The drive home was quiet and uncomfortable as it had been the night he turned you down, but you couldn’t figure out why.

When you returned to the apartment it was so quiet. You and Joel hadn’t spoken much in the last three weeks but this silence was deafening. There was so much you both wanted to say but neither of you could find the words.

“Goodnight, Joel,” You said quietly, getting ready to take your leave.

“Y’know I saw the pictures from last night?” He said and you were taken aback.

“I’m sorry?” You tensed, not needing a reminder of your downfall.

“I saw them all, you dancing with those random guys. Shit faced beyond yourself. I couldn’t help but blame myself,” He looked at his feet.

“Joel it’s not your-“

“I lied to you,” he cut you off.

“Oh?”

“Three weeks ago, I lied to you and told you I didn’t feel anything. I don’t know if you were being truthful or if you were just drunk, but I felt that connection too.” He admitted.

You were left speechless.

“I lied because I have a job to do, and I have to keep you safe. I couldn’t risk that for what I thought was just a fleeting moment of attraction. Seeing you last night though? That nearly killed me. I wanted to rip their damn heads off, the men, the paps, all of them.”

He sighed and continued, “I care about you, I care about the way you feel. I want to know you, I want you to care about me and that’s fucking terrifying.”

“Joel,” you said barely above a whisper, not sure what to believe.

You hadn’t realized it but he had made his way to you, and once you noticed his presence was suffocating.

“I want to keep you safe. After seeing you with Ellie today I don’t want to wonder what could have been. I need to know.” He looked right at you, moving a piece of hair away from your face. Gently cupping your cheek.

“Joel, I’m a mess.” You turned away from him. “The whole reason you’re here is fucked up, and I clearly am not one to handle things well. I’m so fucking scared and I-“

Before you could continue his lips found yours and you were pulled into an all encapsulating kiss. The way his lips moved against yours was like a man starved. It was delicate but desperate all the same. You sighed against him and he wrapped his hand around your waist gripping you close. It said everything you couldn’t say to one another. Nothing had ever felt more right and for the first time in so long you had felt safe, like everything was going to be ok.

When you finally pulled apart his hand lingered on your waist and you knew there would be so much to discuss in the days to come. Now was not the time though, the what ifs, and logistics could come later. For now you were wrapped in the bliss of the truth, the safety of your apartment, and the idea that this moment was just for you.

“Goodnight, Joel,” you smiled, and kissed him on the cheek.

“Goodnight, darlin’,” he said and released his hands from your waist.

You were on cloud nine as you got ready for bed, tired from the emotions of the day and still nursing a wicked hangover.

Just as you were getting ready for bed another text from an unknown number came through. Your heart stopped and elation came crashing down.

How could you?

tags: @pedgeitopascal @morning-star-joy @canseethebrushstrokes @skysmiller @contemplatingchemtrails @kyloispunk @skythighs @reader-without-a-story @aryastark-baratheon @thetriumphantpanda @ilovepedro @beskarandblasters @joelsversion once again i am horrid at tag lists but happy to make an attempt at adding u <3

#joel miller x you #joel miller au #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller angst #joel miller fic #tlou fic #joel miller

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krisp-xyz · 2 months

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ok I'm gonna ramble about outer wilds.

if you haven't played it, even if you don't typically care about spoilers, PLEASE avoid spoilers bc this is the most delicate game ever when it comes to spoilers due to the way it's designed. it's one of the few games where spoilers WILL rob you of the experience. with that said,

OUTER WILDS SPOILERS

this is a very very special game to me fgkjldfjk the ending was really beautiful when i first played and the more i thought about and processed it, the more it really stuck with me to the point where i *will* just cry if i think about the ending too much and god i cannot play through that ending again without sobbing. since im assuming people reading this have played the game, yall already know the nature of the game. the only thing you have to gain from anything is knowledge, and once you beat the game, you cant really ever play it again. sure you could maybe go for achievements or explore things you never saw but the experience is kinda just over.

I very much interpreted the ending as being about death. the game has the whole supernova time loop thing going on which sorta makes the idea of respawning a canonical aspect of the game. the fact that you can just hop back into your ship and you dont really have repercussions from death which is a pretty much synonymous with games as a whole tbh is a canonical aspect of the game that you the player AND you the hearthian traveler exploring the universe are a part of. this doesnt immediately seem to special and didn't even click with me very much until quite a bit after i beat the game, but to beat the game is to accept that you're going to die, and truly dying in this game is kinda the closest media has come to communicating what death really means for me at least. you start aimlessly wandering this star system and eventually start to piece things together, you make goals and eventually figure out how to beat the game, etc. all the knowledge you have to gain in this game leads up to the ending. maybe you stop the supernova and save everyone! maybe thats why you're trying to find the eye of the universe! but no, all the stars are dying. you were just unfortunate enough to be born at the end of a dying universe. There's nothing you can do because death is inevitable for you and those around you.

to beat the game is not only to accept that the sun will explode for the last time, that the end of the experience is inevitable, that all your hearthian friends will die for good, but beating the game also requires accepting that *you the player* have reached the end of this experience, *you the player* cannot hang onto anything forever, that the end was inevitable for you too. sometimes i get genuinely sad that i can basically never play this game again, and i almost wonder if my little hearthian protagonist felt similar during the end of the game. that feeling of the inevitable end finally reaching us.

AND DESPITE IT ALL, you finally accept that you are not immortal, that this will not last forever, that the sun cant keep exploding and looping and exploding and looping forever, when you finally accept death on your own terms, when you have no idea of what's in store for you and what will happen next but you take that dive anyway, you just,, get to share a moment with the people close to you. you sit around the campfire as everyone's music comes together for the first time, once *literally* worlds apart, now, in harmony, as the little audio cues to find your friends on each planet become a symphony. they each share messages about how they feel and every single fucking one resonated with me so much sdjklfsklj stuff like "you cut it a little short dont you think?" and "i got to be a part of something really cool, so I've got no complaints" and "the future depends on the past, even if we wont get to see it" and MY FAVORITE FUCKING LINE FROM THE ENTIRE GAME. solanum, the only non-hearthian character around the campfire, a nomai, one of the species that made this all possible, a friend, says something different. she says that this is the end of our journey, and she asks you a question. she just asks if you're ready. its not required to say yes to finish, its not even required to talk to her to beat the game, but if you say no, she will ask again if you are ready whenever you talk to her afterwards, while leaving a message for you in case you are not ready for it to end. she says "its tempting to linger in this moment where every possibility still remains, but unless they are collapsed by a conscious observer, they will never be more than possibilities." when you finally take your final plunge in this moment, you watch the universe collapse before you, remarkably similar to all the times you watched the sun explode before your eyes, and you die.

even though you the player are clearly still alive, (its just a video game after all :p) the experience is over. you died in a way too. this world is no longer yours to explore and discover. after the credits theres a very nice touch where you see the start of a new universe after you enter the eye and the entire universe dies before you. you see some new creatures huddled around a campfire together to remind you that death isn't the end, because "the future depends on the past, even if we wont get to see it" and that maybe it was enough to be a part of something cool, to share those moments with your friends, to explore the universe in whatever unique way you did.

SO WHAT THE FUCK IS ECHOES OF THE EYE

DLC spoilers beyond this point ofc.

if you're like me or countless other players, you probably wanted more, well I've got just the news for you!! theres a DLC !!!! "but wait, doesnt this defeat literally the entire purpose of the game?" yes :D but that's not a flaw, in fact they do this in the best way possible. the DLC challenges the message of the game because there is a fundamental aspect of death that the game barely even touches that the DLC explored *thoroughly*: fear.

chances are, you realize you can beat the game and go beat it and are immensely moved and equally confused by the ending because it takes so much time to process that you never really have a moment to fear death. theres never a moment where you are scared of what comes next because it doesnt really click that this is the end of everything until after the end. in my opinion at least, this is pretty much the only flaw with their portrayal of death and the DLC remedied this.

so it turns out you want more and weren't ready for this to end! its time to explore the owlks and their contributions to this story. im not going to explain their story in depth because im assuming people have played ofc, but key traits with the owlks is that they feared loss. they archived what they wanted to destroy, they lost their home beause of the efforts they made to reach the eye and were horrified, they tried to escape by hiding in a world of their own creation. they hid the eye to prolong the life of the universe as infinitely far as they could. they stumbled across a way to similarly archive one's consciousness, and conquer even death itself, but it was all out of fear. they couldnt accept the end so they hid from it.

and let me just say THE DLC IS FUCKING SCARY. they lean into horror and I think everyone should play it even if they arent into horror. the puzzles arent actually too challenging in execution, and making the discoveries you need is no sweat if you've gone through the base game tbh, although it is very different in a very refreshing way. The real challenge and the real roadblock is fear. some of the things you are required to do are immensely scary and put you into situations you frankly dont want to be in! but if you quit, if you dont do this out of fear, if you hide and if you try to escape this, you're just like the owlks. you dont get through this by not being afraid, you get through this by not letting your fear paralyze you. you need to face your fears (often quite literally as you need to lure owlks away from things and I think its a nice touch that they can also hide from you by turning off their lights and then they can still see you by shining their light towards you even if yours is off FUCK that but this is a bit of a tangent lsdkfgljsd) and if you succeed where they failed, you learn one of the biggest mysteries of the game. you learn why the eye's signal vanished as fast as it appeared, why the nomai failed to find it as effortlessly as the owlks did, but more imporantly, you make a friend :] you meet the owlk that enabled the eye of the universe to be found with a brief decision that they made in a single moment so long ago. the efforts to build upon what the prisoner did were not in vain, and the prisoner accepts death by literally walking into the water as their light goes out. they leave a final message for you, urging you to ride into the exploding sun with them by your side, and you know its time to go beat the game again.

hopefully at this point the ending has sat with you long enough for you to realize what this means. now, more than ever, this is finally the end of the game. you wanted more and you got more but that desire for more similarly cant last forever. the game still needs to end and this is why there should never ever be another DLC for this game please,, a desire for more and a fear of the end kinda come hand in hand, and the fears that you chose to face were not in vain. this is it! theres nothing else! maybe you're sad that the game is ending for the last time, and maybe you still dont want it to end. but in those final moments around the campfire, solanum isn't the only non-hearthian friend around the campfire :] the prisoner is there too wondering if they even deserve to be there after what their kind did, but its over now, everything worked out. they say something really simple that was, without a doubt, the perfect addition to the game for me:

"...How beautiful. It’s different than I’d envisioned.

Whatever happens next, I do not think it is to be feared."

I think one of the reasons this game resonated so much with me is something that I really struggled to grasp until I watched shammy's outer wilds review. there's something so much more significant about *being* rather than just, observing. tons of movies try to tackle these ideas of death and even plenty of games, but with outer wilds, *you* are having this experience that will end that you can never have again. *you* are exploring a world in your own unique way that cannot last forever. and I think that's ok. I think that's what makes it special.

I'm a game dev and an artist and I think outer wilds is genuinely profound. it makes me want to make something that touches people in the way I felt touched by outer wilds. I'm so happy things aligned for me to get to use this same medium for art. I'm gonna go cry now thanks for reading <3

#outer wilds #outer wilds spoilers #I'm not crying I'm not crying I'm not cr #i did just copy paste this from discord btw

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hlficlibrary · 6 months

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hi, could you please recommend me some stories in wich H and L we’re friends but there was a big fight/misunderstanding and in the present they don’t get along but you kinda see flashbacks or through their thoughts that they used to be friends. (I hope you can understand what I mean, I’m sorry Englisch isn’t my first language) Hope you have a good day!!

Hi, anon! I do know what you mean! (And your English is amazing by the way) Here are a few that I think fit what you're looking for...

Don't Want Shelter by @kingsofeverything

Louis and Harry have known each other all their lives. Friends as children, they danced around each other as teenagers, and have spent the last twenty-five years either screaming at each other or not speaking at all. Except for that one time ten years ago…

When Hurricane Nicole threatens the coast, they end up stuck together in their families' old vacation home that they begrudgingly co-own.

During the storm, and in the months after, they’re both forced to reevaluate their history and what they mean to each other.

it was all by design ('cause i'm a mastermind) by tempolarriefics / @tempolarriefix

“You can’t be serious. You think I would be so awful to work for - you would rather quit?” “Don’t be all high and mighty about it,” Harry scoffs. “Surely you would do the same.” “I’m not being high and mighty. It’s called being professional.” “Really?” Harry pushes. “You’d work diligently under me with no complaints? You’d do whatever I asked of you?” “That would be my job, so yeah.” Harry shakes his head. “I’d work you so fucking hard,” he says slowly, “that you’d have to quit.”

Or, the childhood friends to strangers to coworkers to enemies to lovers fic that you never knew you needed.

You Can't Change The Rolling Tide by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove

Louis lives on a tiny island off the coast of England and runs a sailboat touring company. When Niall is sidelined for the summer after his knee surgery, Louis needs a temporary new partner. Who better to fill that role than Harry, recently returned to the island after five years away? Louis is pretty sure there are plenty of better options. They don't get along until they do. Harry is bent over a thick book when Louis crawls into the tent. “Some light reading before bed?” he asks, his voice light.

Harry looks up. “Hmm? Oh, uh, I guess.” He holds up the book to show the cover: a guide to the plants and animals of the area. Louis owns several himself, but doesn’t recognize this one – perhaps a new edition?

“Trying to learn something I don’t know?” he says. He means to say it teasingly, but it comes out almost sharp, and Harry stills. Guilt settles in Louis’ stomach, replacing the knot of insecurity and competitiveness that had sparked there moments earlier.

“I don’t know about that,” Harry says. “I just find it interesting. And I figure this is a good time to learn as much as I can. I’ve learned a lot from you these past weeks.”

Don't Come Home For Christmas by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus

What do Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson have in common? Only three things: they used to be best friends; they despise each other all these years later; and they’re both staying at Harry’s place for Christmas. One way they differ, however, is that only Louis knows the real reason they became enemies, and he’s not telling anyone.

#ficrec #ask #anon #larryhiatus #kingsofeverything #livelaughlovelarry #tempolarriefics #enemiestolovers #childhoodfriends

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sim-ply-lilacs · 10 months

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My dearest friend Irene,

In the months that have passed since my wedding, I have been surprised time and again by what it is to be a wife.

To my unending delight, I have discovered that what the bitter old gossips said is not true. My husband not only tolerates, but actively enjoys my company. Dear Josef would be outraged, I think, to hear I'd once been told that I would do well to find a deaf husband, so I could chatter on without driving him to distraction. Many days, we find ourselves distracted from work in the fields by our own good humor. I must confess—I find a great deal of enjoyment in making him laugh!

Lest you think us to be a lazy bunch, I must tell you we work quite hard on the farm! Mother and I have set ourselves to learning many new skills, so we might be useful to the running of things. There is no room for the lazy here! After all, when most of one's income is dependent on infrequent harvests, one must find ways to supplement one's income in the interim.

Josef has taken to helping the local fishermen with their catch in exchange for a few coins to keep us in ribbons and shoe polish, and I am proudly selling some of our milk and eggs every day to the general store. The grocer is kind enough to charge less interest on our account in exchange, and his wife and I get on nicely.

Mother, however, has made the most surprising shift of all! She has always done her little fancy things—she used to win those blue ribbons for her embroidery, you know. Lately, however, she has become a student of woodworking! Her knife blocks and little figures take in tidy sums at the market we travel to in neighboring Henford once a week to sell our wares, and I'm thrilled to see her getting recognition. At the least, it keeps her mind off of Father's passing. That is hard to do most days.

As for me, you'll be pleased to know that I am no longer the sad little wretch who could not boil an egg that I was when we met on Papa's business trip to San Myshuno. I am learning to cook! I have baked bread without poisoning Mother and Josef several times now, scrambled eggs without dropping in their shells, and stumbled my way through a passable stew or two that my dear man ate without complaint.

He never intended to be a farmer, my Josef. Before his father died, he'd intended to be a professor of music in Austria, but to care for his mother and brother, he took over farming the land from his father. When his mother also passed, he came here. As I understand it, an uncle of his and his brother Franz operate the property now. He still regrets not finishing his education, but he is a marvelous farmer. As if it were knowledge granted to him from God, he plants things together that grow better than they would apart. Some may say it's because we are blessed to have good soil, but I know it's more than that.

I am impressed watching his keen mind at work most especially in the quiet moments. Sometimes, we fish together in Henford when we go to market, and he tells me all about the composers he studied.

Papa took me to the opera, once. Did I ever tell you that? I thought there could be nothing more beautiful this side of heaven. Nothing was—until I listened to my love tell me about Schubert, about Bach, and of Mozart. Sometimes, he will sing to me. Josef has a beautiful baritone. It is rich like the honey our bees make and just as sweet. I am convinced I must cajole him to join the church choir, but for now I am content to keep him to myself. Perhaps that is selfish of me, but is it not a wife's prerogative to keep her husband to herself?

Even more than our fishing and our singing, I enjoy our time alone in the evenings—not in that way, you cad (though I do now enjoy that quite a lot, thank you very much. Your advice on the subject was invaluable).

Every night, we sit by the fire in our little parlor area after we eat a dinner whose quality varies by the day, and talk about any and everything we desire. Mother retires early in her grief. I am saddened by this, but choose to be optimistic. You see, friend o' mine, this means we are free to be true newlyweds and sigh and dream over the future, whispering our sweet nothings, or merely gazing at each other like cow-eyed courting youths at the parish picnic. Having done so little of that in my own schooldays, I like to think I'm making up for lost time. It is so much more delicious to be silly and love struck when one no longer requires a chaperone!

Oh, how I love this man! He loves every bit of me, even the absurd little bits that I should discard as the respectable matron of Idyllwind Farm (the fanciful name I have christened our patch of earth with), and together we love this life of ours. Do write back, and tell me you and your family will move out here to Brindleton. You must! Leave that horrid city behind and come work this good land. I swear to you, I have never been so happy in my whole life as I am right now. You and yours must come and share in my joy. Only one, small blessing could make me any happier.

(I pray we shall be blessed with one soon.)

Yours, Mrs. Beatrice Moody

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#decades challenge #moody legacy #simblr #sims 4 #decades challenge gen 1 #sims 4 decades challenge #new simblr

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double-aa-batteries · 3 months

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Wivov binder review

I just bought my first binder recently from wivov. I heard gc2b has gone down hill recently (for reasons I couldn't especially ascertain) and was looking for a different brand to buy from. i did a bunch of research but couldn't find any common consensus. I liked the looks of Wivov as a brand, but as it's new, a lot of people didn't know anything about the brand or the quality and were slightly suspicious. I took a gamble and I'm very happy I did!

I bought the black CORE racer back half binder in size small (I'm 30 inches around the ribcage and maybe 33 around the tits for reference). I haven't ever had a binder before, so unfortunately I don't have anything to compare it to but overall, I'm very pleased. the fabric is very smooth, even the inside canvass part against your skin. I have some sensory issues but nothing major and it's perfectly comfortable for me. even as a racer back, the straps hide fairly well under some of my T-shirts and would probably be entirely hidden if I didn't wear tshirts two sizes too big for me.

the quality seems great and I'm hopeful it will last me for quite a while. it's easy on and off and hasn't stretched for me so far and I've had it for a couple months and have been wearing it as often as is safe.

the compression is everything I was looking for and gets me virtually flat, but I'm also pretty small so I can't say how it would work for larger chested people.

my only complaint is that there could be another 1 cm of fabric on the edges near my armpits as there's a bit of bulging there and not a lot of fabric. but even that I don't really care about because it isn't visible under a shirt and the lack of fabric leaves ample space for me to wear tank tops and not have the binder peak out under the armpits

the shipping was on time and discrete. I will say, if you have someone opening your packages at your house (a parent, etc) that you don't want to know about it, be careful. it came in a regular black garment bag in the mail but inside the bag, it was packaged in one of the brown paper/cardboard letter folders with fun trans characature drawings on it. so just keep in mind! you could not tell at all the way it came in the mail, it's just once you open the bag.

over all, I'm so happy with this purchase. I feel so comfortable in my skin. if you're looking for an affordable, good quality option and don't want to order from gc2b, I'm very happy with Wivov

#binder #wivov binder #binder brand #gc2b

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tracybirds · 2 years

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Thundertober Day 1 😁😁 I love these prompts and I'm excited to spend some time with as many as I can!! Thank you @skymaiden32 for the prompts! Currently only have access to my phone bc overseas so please excuse any typos you spot 😅

Day 1 - Cave In

Alan hits a limit mid-rescue

Notes: significant emotional whump, hurt/comfort, generally the small one is having a bad bad time 🥺 (sorry Alan)

I promise it works out 💕

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"Please, sir, stay calm," said Alan firmly. "Grab my shoulder, we'll move nice and slow. Ms Beaker, make a chain with Mr Welsh and follow on."

"Stephen, I'm scared," she said, gripping her husband's arm tightly.

"I understand you're frightened," said Alan, taking a deep breath.

His mind whirled with months of overlapping advice and he paused for a moment, tying to find the right response.

"The passage is clear but we have to move single file. I can give you a glowstick to help make sure you don't trip?"

She nodded slowly, and quickly cracked the proffered stick.

"Sarah, you go ahead of me," said Mr Welsh, a waver of uncertainty clear in his voice.

She sniffled, wiping away a tear in the dim light.

"We're not normally like this," she said unhappily.

"You've not normally been trapped underground for several days either," Alan pointed out. "All things considered, you're doing amazing. And we're nearly there, the hard part is almost over."

She nodded, drawing herself upright.

"You're right, we can do this. Let's get out of this awful maze "

They formed a line and Alan swung his flashlight ahead of him. A line of luminescent dots showed him the way out, a series of modern breadcrumbs scattered by the drone that had charted the pathway tto the couple. All they needed to do was follow them home.

"This way," he said, and the group began to pick their way across the rugged terrrain.

The path wasn't easy and more than once they needed to squeeze through narrow passages or clamber through low-ceilinged spaces on all fours. Alan's breath quickened at each obstacle, but his two charges made it through them all with little complaint.

"How much further?" called Mr Welsh, his voice sounding pained.

Alan checked his monitor, cursing his failure to check in on the injured man and his heart sinking at the distance.

"Quite a way," he admitted slowly. "We should take a break."

"No, no," he said. "That's not necessary, I can keep going."

"This is my call, sir, you're in pain."

"I'm fine," began the protest, but Ms Beaker soon quitened him.

"Stephen, he's right. If we don't take care of that arm, it'll require much more painful treatment when we finally get out."

"And this is as good a spot as any," said Alan, giving them an encouraging smile that neither could see. "It's wide and open, and we can set up the artificial flame cubes."

By the dimly flickering light, he could see the toll the crisis was taking on the two. He had to admit to weariness himself. Making their way out of the cave system was proving to be a grueling process, and he missed being able to rely on his brothers' guidance. Still, that was what today was about. In situations like this, even International Rescue's specialised low attentuation radio waves couldn't penetrate this deep underground, and he had to get used to making decisions without them.

He hoped he was doing them proud.

"I can give you ibuprofen for the pain," he said softly. "And the splint seems to have kept the bone in the right place. Try not to lean on it too much when we're crawling; use your elbow instead."

"Thank you," said Mr Welsh tiredly, resting his head back against the rockface. He accepted the rations pack along with the pills, not saying a word.

Alan leant back, still thinking of how his brothers would respond to the dismal scenario. Gordon had an air of confident cheeriness that seemed to make dark moods vanish with barely a word. Virgil excelled at comforting those with fading hopes, making space for their fears and gently helping them find their stength for the next task at hand. John was so matter-of-fact that it never occurred to the people around him to worry even for a second. And Scott was kind and sure, never doubting his success, never losing his way.

Alan wished he could be even half as good as they were. Instead, he breathed deeply, holding onto the slow meditations Kayo had taught him and squashing down the uncertainty and fear that he was mucking everything up.

His brothers trusted him, he reminded himself. Being here, in this moment, was evidence of that very fact.

"Time to keep moving," he said, forcing Gordon's cheer into his voice. "I know it seems like a lot, but we're over halfway. We'll be hearing my brothers soon, and then we'll be able to call the Mole down."

"The 'Mole'?" asked Mr Welsh curiously as he stumbled to his feet.

Alan opened his mouth to respond, but froze as a deep rumble rippled through the earth.

"Get down," he said harshly. "Hands on heads, don't worry about the break."

Startled, they minicked his motions as a tremor swelled and shook the cave, a sharp jolt that threw them all forward accompanied by an unpleasant rolling as the floor dropped and rose to meet them.

Alan glanced upwards as he recovered himself, and there in the red glow of the artificial flame cube he spied the first fracture in the rock above.

"Oh, sh..."

His sentence is swallowed by the resulting cave in.

He can hear himself yelling, his heart rate spiking as he calls for his brothers and hears nothing. He's not trained for the way the darkness presses down on his limbs, nor the way his nerve fails as phantom pain flares with the adrenaline.

Gasping, he remembers his charges, and he calls to them, screams for them when they don't respond. He crawls to them, shaking helplessly at their unconscious bodies and clawing at the blocked passage when neither responds.

He has to get out. He has to get them out. And he can't.

He curls into a ball between Mr Welsh and Ms Beaker and tries to remember how to breathe.

He can't do this, and the thought that he's failed wells up inside of him, choking its way out of his throat as he lets loose a sob. Failure means death and he can't process that, it's never happened when he was so alone.

He calls out for his brothers who should be able to hear him, who do nothing to help him and he realises he might already be dead.

There's no rationality left.

The air is definitely thinning fast and he gasps for oxygen, fighting the black spots in his vision. He can almost hear Virgil yelling in the background to turn it off.

He laughs hysterically. He can't turn off his fear, he's not Scott. He's not clear-headed John, doesn't have Gordon's will to live, and will never be strong like Virgil himself.

The rock shimmers around him and vanishes, leaving him splayed out on the floor and struggling to catch his breath.

"Alan," called his brother and he can feel warm arms holding him close as he curls in on himself even more tightly, grasping at life, and sobs.

It's a long time before he remembers who he is.

Scott looked pale, his arms cradling him in a way Alan vaguely recalls from when he was small.

"You okay?" asked Gordon, crouched next to him. His hand hovered over Alan's shoulder like he was too scared to touch him.

Alan breathes. It's all he can do.

"John's coming down," said Virgil, brushing a hand across his forehead and sweeping back his blond hair.

"He doesn't need to," said Alan, his voice as frail as he feels.

"He wants to," said Virgil firmly. "That was a nasty shock you had."

Tears welled in his eyes again and Alan buried his face into Scott's chest, unable to look at his brothers any longer.

"I'm sorry," he cried. "I failed them, and I failed you. I tried so hard to think of how you guys would do it and I couldn't and I can't and..."

"Shhh," admonished Scott, his grip tight around him. "You haven't failed. You've found a limit, that's all. To be honest, I'm surprised we haven't hit one before now."

"A limit?"

"We test the limits so that we don't discover them mid-rescue."

"We're not superhuman, Alan," said Virgil. "We all have fears, we all have weaknesses."

Alan scoffed.

"You've never fallen apart like that."

"And how would you know, squirt," asked Gordon with a faint grin. "John's not about to put us on any rescue that we can't handle."

"The training is to get better, to be better, yes," said Scott softly. "But it's also to ensure we know how to keep each other safe."

"Surely you've noticed that you've only done cave rescues in training or within communication range," said Virgil. "This is the first time you've had to deal with this extreme."

"And it'll be the last," said John, striding into the room.m and falling to his knees to give Alan a hug. "At least until you're ready to train the scenario again."

Alan didn't say anything, squirming out of his grip.

"I just feel so stupid," he said into his knees. "I knew it was just a training sequence. I knew that."

"It doesn't have to make sense, Allie," said Gordon. "Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't. I can't do anything too high speed, my brain just freezes."

"Fires," offers Scott. "Not anymore, and I'm still the last option only, but for a long time until I learned to trust Brains' safety margins on the protective gear."

"Which you did by creating an inferno of your own, and then panicking." grumbled Virgil. "Idiot."

"Hey, I only panicked until I realised nothing was burning me."

"Unfortunately, it was burning everything else."

"Avalanches," said John quietly, interrupting them. "Virgil and me both. I transfer the call and Grandma does the monitoring from the island."

A hush fell over the brothers.

"Point is," said Scott gruffly, "we'll look after you. So you're not cleared on cave rescues, big deal. You're as competent as the rest of us. Fear isn't weakness."

"Definitely not," said Virgil as John and Gordon murmured their agreement.

Alan looked up at each of them, his ownpersonal heros, still as strong and corageous and kind even now he knew they weren't as fearless as he'd imagined.

He flung his arms around them, pulling them in close.

"Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you."

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patchedrabbit · 1 year

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The Smoke Surrounding Silver

I recalled how SoulSilver and HeartGold expanded on the rival's story, and with that knowledge, Silver's actions hit especially hard this time around. Sure, he was annoying and a prick, even a criminal unlike Blue, but how could you blame a kid raised in a mafia? Always trying to prove himself, better than his past, his own father. A part of me resonated with it, the part of me that takes games a bit too seriously, maybe.

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Despite never finishing it, I have to say that Pokémon Gold and Silver versions are some of my favorite games. The new Pokémon, the characters, having two regions in one — Hell, not even the more recent games went that far! My one complaint has to be the level curve. When I was younger, I couldn't beat the final gym leader, and eventually gave up. I always have been quite the quitter. And after I moved out, I lost my Gameboy, so there went all hope of completing that save.

Luckily for me, recently I learned the magic of piracy. As I scoured the internet for a ROM of Gold and/or Silver, I came across one that claimed to be a direct Japanese translation. While I'm sure I could find a native English version somewhere, my curiosity was piqued. There could be any number of differences between the two, and since I have the option, I wanted to see it.

I have to say, at first I was rather happy with choosing this translation. The dialogue changes were refreshing, the occasional grammar error was endlessly amusing, and I got to learn some neat little factoids along the way (for example, one of Gold's predetermined names is Hibiki. I still named him Gold, but it was a pretty cool pick regardless.)

On this save, I was able to finally beat the game, even Red with enough time. Everything worked perfectly, contrary to the horror stories I've heard of illegally downloading these things. The only thing that stood out to me was that I caught a Lugia, not a Ho-Oh. I could've sworn that this was Gold version, not Silver. Maybe there was a mix up. At least I had something on my team to cover fire types anyway, my trusty Typhlosion.

After I had completed the post-game, I tried the replay codes to access the Celebi event. Still, nothing new. I thought I had finished everything, aside from completing the Pokédex. But, really, who ever plays Pokémon games to go through that bothersome process?

I flew back to New Bark Town with Lugia, to save and wrap things up once and for all. But once I had landed in front of my home, I immediately got a call. I groaned, the ringing of the phone had gotten annoying over this session, especially with trainers that were on — what, Route 3? — challenging me for the fiftieth time. However, I was pleasantly surprised to see Elm bugging me this time.

PROF. ELM: Gold! We have a predicament at the Bellsprout Tower. Please hurry over.

Beep.

Odd. I didn't know there were more events. Though, if the distributor wasn't lying when they called this a direct translation, maybe there was some content in the Japanese versions that were cut when they were sent abroad. Regardless, I was pretty stoked to have something new to do. I couldn't bring myself to mind the tediousness of having Lugia fly all the way the way back to Ecruteak.

The trainers inside the Bellsprout Tower all stuck to the walls. Talking to them only gave the same plea Professor Elm had said. "Please hurry." "Help him." "We're so glad to see you, Gold." A few Pokémon were scattered here and there too, but they brought up no text box and made no noise. It was as if they were dead silent.

I was starting to see why this could've been cut out. Things were growing eerier and eerier by the second. The music even started to fade out, growing quiet each floor I climbed, until I reached the top. Nothing. I lost control of Gold, and I assume a cut-scene began. It started with a Ho-Oh cry.

SILVER: Finally. I don't want to do this to you, but we both need it.

You want to be stronger, don't you?

There was a flash of light, and when the scene came back, the bird behind my rival had disappeared. And yet, it let out another cry. He turned to face the camera.

SILVER: So this was their goal. The Mewtwo experiments, combining the DNA of human and Pokémon. Monsters, that lot. But it doesn't matter anymore! It was all worth it, now I can finally prove I'm better than you, f- ]

The text was interrupted by a sudden exclamation point. Focus was put back on my character as Silver approached.

SILVER: YOU. I could never beat you. But now, I know what you mean. I have become one with my Pokémon, and this time, I won't lose.

The battle theme played, sounding loud from the lack of noise up until now. The text box appeared below our sprites. Silver had his arms to his sides, hair covering his face. It announced, "??? Silver wants to battle!" His sprite moved forward, in place of where his Pokémon should be. All six of his Pokéball sprites were crossed out, like they do when they have fainted. Finally, it dawned on me; the Pokémon in the tower! But, why weren't they with him? I wasn't given time to think before Lugia was released, and I prepared for battle. My first move: Fly. Silver was faster. By some stretch of the imagination, the text announced, "Silver used Sacred Fire!" Taking out nearly half of Lugia's HP. How was he so strong? And why was he using battle moves?

Lugia fled from the scene, leaving Silver to use Sunny Day. The sudden A.I improvement would've shocked me if so much wasn't happening already. Lugia descended, chipping off maybe an eighth of Silver's health. The battle paused for another set of dialogue.

SILVER: You're going to have to try harder than that. I don't battle weaklings.

Umbreon came next. Little by little, I began to chip away at his health bar as he took my Pokémon down. I was rewarded with more dialogue when he got to half HP, and a sprite change as well. When he shifted back into the trainer position, his sprite was now hunched over, hugging his chest.

SILVER: ...Stop that. It burns.

The screen moved back to the battle, Scizor waiting patiently. He had stopped using Sacred Fire now, instead falling back on Gust and various normal types moves to finish the bug-type off. Trying to save Typhlosion for last, next to sacrifice was Ampharos. More chipping, and my fifth Pokémon was about to faint before I could trigger another dialogue.

SILVER: No. This wasn't supposed to happen. . . I was supposed to win!

If only I didn't know what was coming. But I did. The sprite changed again, this time mangled as the boy's hair sprayed out. Ho-Oh's wings had been hastily sprawled out behind him. I had a feeling, but seeing it confirmed was devastating. He had tried to fuse himself to the legendary.

Despite my regret, the Sacred Fires returned, killing off Hitmontop with no problem. Now, only Typhlosion remained. I gulped. At least I had the type resistance.

That type resistance would save my skin, it seeems. The A.I., too desperate to try any other attack, was taken down before Typhlosion could suffer any real damage. A distorted cry of the Ho-Oh played out before Silver's sprite fell. There was no dialogue, no winning text, no money. The screen just faded to black before showing me the overworld again.

Silver took a step back, before collapsing. Reluctantly, I followed suit, to interact with the rival. If I could even call him that now.

SILVER: . . .

Don't leave me like this. Please.

. . .

It burns.

It BURNS!

Another white flash, before he disappeared from view. Various people walked by me, but didn't move to talk to me. I wasn't in control, though, as hitting my arrow keys proved useless. I could just overhear their conversations.

PROF. ELM: What do we do with him? Either one may be disrespectful.

PROF. OAK: To respect a legend or a life. . . a tough choice, truly.

He wasn't. . . ? No. He couldn't be. He was just supposed to faint.

ROCKET GRUNT: What do we tell the boss?

ROCKET GRUNT: We'd have to find him first.

When all the figures faded out of view, the screen flickered to nothingness. I just barely caught my reflection, jaw agape, before I was returned to New Bark Town. No calls, no dialogue. Just as it was before Gold was requested. That was it.

I don't read Japanese, so I still don't know if this was hidden in the code or if it was the uploaders sick prank. Every now and then I climb to the top of that tower. I still don't know why. To... mourn, I guess? But that sounds ridiculous. The only thing I know for certain is how the place draws me in.

Like a moth to a flame.

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charlidrawz · 1 year

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Her Tears Were My Light | .:Review:. | Trying Something New!

For a long time now I've been scrambling to find a way to stay active as well as continue posting more frequently online, and I think I've settled on writing reviews, Top Ten+ Lists, and the like!

For those who don't know me, I'm Michael (Mike/Mickey/Mika), also known as "Charli" online! (He/They pronouns)

I am a mega nerd, as well as an artist and gamer who loves to make playlists and bracelets in their spare time, as well as voice over work when able! (Reading, voice acting, singing, etc...)

I might make videos at some point, I'm not sure yet, but I have been working on a script for one at some point!

This is just a quick review I wanted to try my hand at, and I apologize in advance if I'm still fiddlin' around with Tumblr to figure out how it works after all these years, haha;;

Tl;dr: This is my first review (via Tumblr on my "main" account) I'll be posting!

Today I will be reviewing her tears were my light by NomnomNami

her tears were my light by NomnomNami is a visual novel available for purchase on Steam, Google Play, and itch.io.

You can see on the itch.io site that it has a word count of 6k, as well as 3 notable endings.

It's a quick playthrough, as well as a pleasant read, and the endings are rather easy to get.

I, personally, took my time reading and processing the story and artwork, so it took me around 20 min to about half an hour.

I am an achievement hunter on Steam, so I'll mention a couple of noteworthy bits of information for my fellow completion scavengers:

There are achievements, but I believe they're in that inactive state where the game won't show as a "Perfect Game" on your account.

There are options and settings you're able to fiddle around with to speed up the dialogue and skip through it, so that helps for folks who just want that 100%;

though I will say, this was one of those games I actually sat down and enjoyed, so please take your time if you're not in a rush to have the best experience possible!

The writing was stellar with brilliantly designed characters and gorgeous yet simple art, perfectly complimented by Nami's beautiful ost for their story.

I don't want to spoil too much of the actual content in the game itself, but it was wonderful enough that I left a review on Steam, wanted to attempt a more in-depth one here, and found myself unable to resist the urge to create a playlist for it.

I mentioned on Steam as well that I also plan to share this with my fiancé later, and I might draw some fanart for it at some point.

Spoilers Beyond This Border!

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Now that all of that's out of the way, I wanted to actually talk about the characters and some topics in the game themselves!

her tears were my light nearly had me crying; it was a touching and emotional story.

I love Space's design, Nil's writing, and Time's concept especially.

Making use of the save files was rather brilliant in my opinion, which I've rarely seen used, appropriately and well, in games- especially visual novels.

I won't include the Life is Strange franchise; it's not a mere "visual novel", and has a different tone and aesthetic.

If you like time travel and lgbtqia+ friendly stories with deep and excellent writing though, I do highly recommend it.

I actually felt disappointed that it was so short- when usually I'm nearly complaining that the viznovs I play, even the ones I like, cough Danganronpa cough are so long.

There was so much heart and soul put into these characters you only know for such a short period of time that it feels so abrupt having it end so quickly... after having made such a fuss over how long Nil waited for Time.

I can't stress enough, this isn't a complaint about the game- quite the opposite, honestly.

This feels like the perfect transition that could be used to go over a different review for another game by the same creator which I've considered doing, and I wasn't able to leave one for it on Steam because I had borrowed the game via Steam Share with a close friend of mine.

The game was the perfect length, honestly.

I had just enough time to complete it without stressing about finishing it; but it also still had enough content, good and interesting content, to leave at least me with a desire to play it again.

her tears were my light leaves the player with enough of (aforementioned) content to consume that they can create their own ideas and headcanons, aus, fanart, songs, and the like with their own creative minds.

Before I head out, I will say:

I personally prefer the ending where everyone is happy. Ɛ':

Hi, there!

I'm Michaela! Aka Michael, Mickey, Mike, Mika, etc... or Charli, as I go by online!

I'm an artist and gamer who loves cosplaying and voice acting, as well as making playlists, bracelets, and props in my spare time!

Wanna support me and/or see more content from me?

I do commissions, and occasionally requests!

If you have any ideas for a game, movie, show, anime, manga, comic, book, etc, that you want me to check out and review, lemme know in the comments or hmu via dms, Discord (CharliDrawz#9544), or my email ([email protected])!

as for commissions, you can contact me the same way if you're interested in an art piece or hiring an artist to help with a project!

I have a carrd for that (which might need to be updated) with info on what I do and don't do!

I am open to ship/pairing drawings, fanart, backgrounds, etc...

I don't do overly explicit NSFW or gore, nor do I do anything too overly detailed, realistic, or mecha.

I can do cartoony styles, furry/anthropomorphic art, 2d drawings, etc... but I will not draw a character without a reference.

I don't do full complete animations, but I am up for trying short moving avatars for a price.

I also do Spotify, SoundCloud, and YouTube playlists!

(I haven't used SoundCloud in a while, though; I apologize if it's a mess in there.)

These are a lot cheaper, and are easier for me to make!

Prices start from around 50¢ for super short 5-10 song playlists, to $10+ for a full hour/100+ track playlists.

(Whichever is reached first. The price depends on the length and how long it took to make it.)

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