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examining a seemingly normal image only to slowly realize the clear signs of AI generated art.... i know what you are... you cannot hide your true nature from me... go back where you came from... out of my sight with haste, wretched and vile husk
#BEGONE!!! *wizard beam blast leaving a black smoking crater in the middle of the tumblr dashboard*#I think another downside to everyone doing everything on phone apps on shitty tiny screens nowadays is the inability to really see details#of an image and thus its easier to share BLATANTLY fake things like.. even 'good' ai art has pretty obvious tells at this point#but especially MOST of it is not even 'good' and will have details that are clearly off or lines that dont make sense/uneven (like the imag#of a house interior and in the corner there's a cabinet and it has handles as if it has doors that open but there#are no actual doors visible. or both handles are slightly different shapes. So much stuff that looks 'normal' at first glance#but then you can clearly tell it's just added details with no intention or thought behind it. a pattern that starts and then just abruptly#doesn't go anywhere. etc. etc. )#the same thing with how YEARS ago when I followed more fashion type blogs on tumblr and 'colored hair' was a cool ''''New Thing''' instead#of being the norm now basically. and people would share photos of like ombre hair designs and stuff that were CLEARLY photoshop like#you could LITERally see the coloring outside of the lines. blurs of color that extend past the hair line to the rest of the image#or etc. But people would just share them regardless and comment like 'omg i wish I could do this to my hair!' or 'hair goallzzzz!! i#wonder what salon they went to !!' which would make me want to scream and correct them everytime ( i did not lol)#hhhhhhggh... literally view the image on anything close to a full sized screen and You Will SEe#I don't know why it's such a pet peeve of mine. I think just as always I'm obsessed with the reality and truth of things. most of the thing#that annoy me most about people are situations in which people are misinterpreting/misunderstanding how something works or having a misconc#eption about somehting thats easily provable as false or etc. etc. Even if it's harmless for some random woman on facebook to believe that#this AI generated image of a cat shaped coffee machine is actually a real product she could buy somewhere ... I still urgently#wish I could be like 'IT IS ALL AN ILLUSION. YOU SEE???? ITS NOT REALL!!!!! AAAAA' hjhjnj#Like those AI shoes that went around for a while with 1000000s of comments like 'omg LOVE these where can i get them!?' and it's like YOU#CANT!!! YOU CANT GET THEM!!! THEY DONT EXIST!!! THE EYELETS DONT EVEN LINE UP THE SHOES DONT EVEN#MATCH THE PATTERNS ARE GIBBERISH!! HOW CAN YOU NOT SEE THEY ARE NOT REAL!??!!' *sobbing in the rain like in some drama movie*#Sorry I'm a pedantic hater who loves truth and accuracy of interpretation and collecting information lol#I think moreso the lacking of context? Like for example I find the enneagram interesting but I nearly ALWAYS preface any talking about it#with ''and I know this is not scientifically accurate it's just an interesting system humans invented to classify ourselve and our traits#and I find it sociologically fascinating the same way I find religion fascinating'. If someone presented personality typing information wit#out that sort of context or was purporting that enneagram types are like 100% solid scientific truth and people should be classified by the#unquestionaingly in daily life or something then.. yeah fuck that. If these images had like disclaimers BIG in the image description somewh#re like 'this is not a real thing it's just an AI generated image I made up' then fine. I still largely disagree with the ethics behind AI#art but at least it's informed. It's the fact that people just post images w/o context or beleive a falsehood about it.. then its aAAAAAA
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Miguel O’Hara X Reader story idea
Edit- so I saw the movie yesterday and BRUH!!!! Miguel’s logic is that there IS no logic, bro is PROJECTINGGGGG!!!!
hear me out! (Also keep in mind I haven’t seen the movie yet, just going on all the context I’ve seen goin around)
Reader and Miguel use to date, and they were a very happy couple. However Miguel is ALSO a very indecisive person and is secretly seeing another woman. Does he feel guilty about doing this to them both? 1000000% Does he truly love them both?…..
Sadly, he ends up slowly ghosting the reader when he finds out the other woman (his soon to be wife) is pregnant with his child. Ignoring her calls…..giving one word response texts…..blowing off their dates……
The reader (bless her heart and soul) thinks he’s just busy with work. However…. the reader finds out the truth by running into them and SEES his pregnant fiancé (not his wife yet) she’s absolutely devastated. He sees that she saw them and tried to explain, tried to find some way to tell her, that he’s still in love with her, that he never wanted to hurt her, but reader isn’t having it. “I trusted you! I thought you were different and genuinely cared about me! I saw the signs, but I really REALLY wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt.” He tries to console her and explain everything, but she just slaps his hands away “Don’t you EVER touch me again!” and just leaves as he’s trying to explain.
the guilt continues to eat him up throughout the years, but hey- he’s made his decision…..right?
he still thinks about her and always wonders “what could have been.” Does he actually love this woman or did he just stay with her because she got her pregnant? He definitely loves his daughter, but…..does he truly love his wife? He’s conflicted and doesn’t know, but one day when he and his family are enjoying an outing, he sees the reader!
he gets excited and makes some excuse to his wife and says he’ll be right back; he’s not really thinking about his actions, but then before he could get closer, the reader turns around and he sees that…..she’s pregnant. Not only that, but there’s a pretty little ring on her finger. He then also sees a man coming up with some ice cream and is gushing about how he still can’t believe they’re having their first kid…..oh…..so that’s…..her husband. She looks so……happy…..without him…
he leaves before she sees him and he just feels…..numb. A certain pain that he can’t possibly put into words…..he always thought he made the right decision, but then seeing her again just brought up so many emotions that’s he’s been trying to bury deep inside.
another time skip happens and this could be where Miguel discovers the multiple timelines/universes. He accidentally finds one where….he and the reader are together…. How happy they look. He still has his daughter and the reader has her son. Something must’ve happened in this timeline where he and his wife broke up- same with reader and her husband.
he makes the decision to go to that timeline- but then…..it breaks. Everything is…gone. His wife, his daughter……the reader. All gone right before his eyes. All because he wanted to be selfish, all because he couldn’t make up his mind…..
now here he is in the present day, in the spidey society (or whatever it’s called) hunting down anomalies, depressed, and angry.
until one day…
a glitch happens in the main hall. Like a LITERAL glitch is happening and All the spiders start surrounding, but not getting too close to this….thing. Miguel comes from his quarters and is ready to attack said thing? But then when the glitch finally stops, they’re able to see it’s….it’s a woman? But not just any woman….it’s the reader.
hea in pure shock and has no idea what’s going on.
the spiders get close to her, checking to see if she’s dangerous or not, but they see she’s clearly not a threat. She’s shaking, unconscious, and……still pregnant.
Miguel finally snaps out of it, and tells the others to clear out the way.
He takes you to the medical bay and has the doctors give you a full checkup, once done, he’s left alone with you and his thoughts……
ok that’s all I got, I genuinely want someone to make this a fanfic😭 like PLEASE! The angst is TOO good😭🥹
#miguel o'hara#miguel o’hara x you#miguel o’hara x y/n#miguel o’hara x reader#Angst#spiderman#spiderverse spoilers#spiderman 2099 spiderverse#fanfic#fanfiction#Cheating
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"In the 835rd century – exactly one million months after the dawn of super heroes – humanity prospers in a utopian society beyond our imagining. From the data foundries of the planet Mercury to the coral cities of Neptune, the great tradition of super-heroes lives on. Chief among them are the magnificent Justice Legion a, futuristic versions of Superman, Starman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Flash and Hourman."
Nightwing (1996-2009) #1000000 (DC One Million). "The Anachronism."
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Jerry asks #1
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Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3
Warnings: yandere
Ok I must know how would jerry react if her s/o got a cat name tom so when the day comes her s/o just goes tom, jerry get over here
She'd want to smack you in the back of the neck. She has had enough of your 'funny pranks'.
"You think you're really funny, don't you?" she'd mutter with her arms crossed. "Such a clever litte thing, aren't you? Rename the cat or get rid of it. As long as you look at me as a joke, baby, I will treat you like one. Deal?"
If you laughed, you'd get the sternest gaze right back at you.
just read cat & mouse and wow I’m officially a Jerry simp
Good, me too >:)
In the Silas V Jerry debate it's Jerry 1000000% I love a hot murderous woman! Will we see more of her?
Hahahah same, jerry is the best<3333 there will 100% be more with Jerry!!
I wonder… what would happen if Jerry ever became the boss? Is Silas her boss or are they from two different mafias?
The only reason why Jerry isn't the boss is because if she was, she'd have so much more work to do. She's lazy and wants to drink. But if she was the boss, she'd get her gang in so much trouble because she's not having a consequense thinking. She'll do what she wants and deal with the trouble later.
I haven't specified if Silas is her boss, that's up for you to interpret ;)
I love Jerry so much! I was actually scrolling through some reels on YouTube and come across a "Sigma Girl" reel by CRAZY GREAPA that for some reason reminded me so much of how I imagine Jerry in my head when I read your writing. Specifically this one: https://youtu.be/C-G_pHgQE3g I thought I'd share it with you just cause lol
omg yes i've seen her!!! i really like her lmao. She's a bit to the image I see her as too!!
Okay so we see jerry with the talkative and affectionate reader but what about everyone else? Like how would they react when reader goes from super affectionate to absolutely 0% snuggle
She'll be confused about your sudden change, but will try to give you what you need. If you suddenly want her gone, she'll move away but don't you worry, she will be back soon. She hasn't had enough and if you think that you can control Jerry then you're wrong.
"I left you alone for ten minutes. Ten minutes are a lot of time. Open your arms now so I can hug you, i'm not asking."
Sorry to bother but in the ask where reader becomes quiet and unaffectionate you mentioned jerry being wrong, do you mean as in she knows she was wrong to treat reader in that way?
asks it's referring to
Yes, she feels bad about it, but won't admit it. She'll try to shift the blame to you, saying that "You shouldn't have annoyed me" and "it's not my fault I snapped" but deep inside she knows she shouldn't ever shout at you. She loves to hear you talk about everything and nothing at the same time. She has too much of an ego to apologize.
I need more jerry content 😭😭Imagine when jerry kidnaps her s/o the s/o decided to be smart and play along with her for a couple of years. The trust is built and yada yada yada. And then one day jerry comes home and see that s/o is gone. At first she wouldn’t think anything of it bc she has trust in them but then realizes (pretty quickly) that they aren’t coming back…Also, Jerry s/o and Silas s/o play dates?
Poor Jerry. She doesn't get stressed-stressed often, but when she realises that you're actually gone, she'll be scared. But don't worry, she won't waste time, she'll go out look for you.
and yes, playdates for days.
I want jerry to suffocate me😁😁
same :,)
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere drabbles#yandere imagines#yandere mafia#yandere oc x you#female yandere#yandere scenarios
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hey eila sweetheart! i've been planning to rewatch amélie soon and if you don't mind, i was wondering if you could share your favourite bits from it? <3
hi rue !!! i am so glad u asked bc a few days after i read this i got to rewatch amelie on my flight! i was so happy and made notes of my fav parts LOL most of them were quotes and gif sets i've already collected on my blog, i've compiled them below - with the addition of couple other quotes that i liked and noted upon my recent rewatch - and hope u enjoy rewatching amelie too <333
^ umm this scene is so so dear to me !!!!!!!
i just love hipolito's quote and the way it sounds in english and french (also when it's shown at the end too it's such a happy and satisfying moment)
i love the special effects of amelie's anatomical heart beat racing as she runs into nino for a second time! to me i feel like her first time running into him isn't love at first sight but more of an intuitive pull and interest in this guy picking behind/underneath the photobooth. and the second time isn't either, but the curiosity she has in him has grown significantly (crush era)
special effects #2 that i really really appreciate and enjoy bc i've definitely felt this emotion 1000000 times before too
on my rewatch i rly rly loved dufayel's monalogue in this scene and almost cried 😭😭😭 also i love the pacing of this scene as it picks up as amelie's courage picks up and she races to the window and then to the door to which she opens and finds nino who is already there
(i also teared up at a previous scene where amelie is watching tv and the people in it say "If amelie chooses to live in a dream and remain an introverted young woman she has an absolute right to mess up her life!" and it cuts to amelie who sighs and closes her eyes)
and of course i love the kiss scene and the bike scene <333
#long post#amelie 2001#a lot of my fav parts are ‘girl same she just like me fr’ moments and that’s why i love this film and bc of its happy ending too#ofc i love the cinematography and soundtrack as well <3
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Androxys' 2023 Comics Wrapped
Happy end of 2023! To celebrate the turning of the year, I wanted to take a quick view back through the comics I read over the last twelve months. Turns out there's... a lot of them.
This isn't 100% perfect, mainly because I'm basing this off the metadata of when comics were added to my computer... I do think there are some comics I added at the end of 2022 but ended up reading in 2023. However, in the interest of being fair, this list won't count those, and is instead only the comics I can confirm I read in 2023.
By my tally, I read 977 comics in 2023 across 78 unique titles. If we assume each comic is 22 pages long, that's 21,494 pages of comics! Of course, some stories are shorter than 22 pages (as if they're splitting with a backup) and some are longer (prestige formats or one-shots). Based on some quick (and quite unscientific) math, I estimate that I spent around four days of my 2023 in the world of DC Comics. And you know what, I'll do it again.
Breaking down my Top 10 single titles, this year I read...
169 Superman/Adventures of Superman/Action Comics issues
128 Batman/Detective Comics issues
104 JSA issues
56 Suicide Squad issues
52 Birds of Prey issues
51 Manhunter issues
38 Harley Quinn issues
33 Aquaman issues
31 Azrael issues
27 Martian Manhunter issues
Here's the full breakdown of my reading, for those interested:
Arsenal (1998) #1-4 [4]
JLA/Titans (1998) #1-3 [3]
Knight and Squire (2010) #1-6 [6]
Monkey Prince (2021) #1-12 [12]
Poison Ivy (2022) #1-6 [6]
Shadowpact (2006) #1-25 [25]
The Question: Pipeline in Detective Comics (1937) #854-864 [11]
Trinity (2003) #1-3 [3]
Tempest (1996) #1-4 [4]
The Atlantis Chronicles (1990) #1-7 [7]
Aquaman (1994) #1-20 [20]
Aquaman: The Becoming (2021) #1-6 [6]
Azrael (1995) #23-46 [24]
Sword of Azrael (2022) #1-7 [7]
Batgirls (2022) #14-19 [6]
Batman (1940) #401-401 [7]
Batman: Cacophony (2009) #1-3 [3]
Batman: Death and the Maidens (2003) #1-9 [9]
Batman Chronicles (1995) #1-23 [23]
Batman: Gotham Knights (2000) #33-74 [42]
Batman: Turning Points (2000) #1-5 [5]
Batman: Killing Time (2022) #1-6 [6]
Batman: Urban Legends (2021) #23 [1]
Batman Beyond: Neo Year (2022) #1-6 [6]
Batman: Mask of the Phantasm (1994) [1]
Batman Incorporated (2011) #1-8 [8]
Detective Comics (1937) #469-479 [11]
Birds of Prey (1999) #22-55, #113-127 [49]
Birds of Prey (2023) #1-3 [3]
Infinite Crisis Aftermath: The Spectre #1-3 [3]
DC Festival of Heroes (2021) [1]
DC Power (2023) [1]
G'nort's Illustrated (2023) [1]
DCeased (2019) #1-6 [6]
Green Arrow (2001) #69-72 [4]
Green Lantern (1990) #76-77, #92 [3]
Green Arrow (1988) #104, #110-111, #125-126 [5]
Harley Quinn (2000) #1-38 [38]
JSA (1999) #1-87 [87]
Manhunter (2004) #1-38 [38]
Manhunter in Batman: Streets of Gotham (2009) #1-13 [13]
Martian Manhunter (1998) #0-17, #1000000 [19]
Martian Manhunter (2019) #1-12 [12]
Nightwing (1996) #107-124 [15]
Nightwing (2016) #100-107 [8]
Tim Drake: Robin (2022) #5-10 [6]
The New Champion of Shazam (2022) #1-4 [4]
Suicide Squad (1987) #31-66 [36]
Suicide Squad (2007) #1-8 [8]
Superboy (2011) #1-11 [11]
Superman: The Man of Steel (1986) #1-6 [6]
Superman (1987) #1-44 [44]
Adventures of Superman (1987) #424-467 [44]
Action Comics (1938) #584-658 [75]
Superman: Son of Kal-El (2021) #7-18 [12]
Superboy: The Man of Tomorrow(2023) #1-6 [6]
World of Krypton (1979) #1-3 [3]
The World of Krypton (1987) #1-4 [4]
Batman/Superman: World's Finest (2022) #1-11 [11]
World's Finest: Teen Titans (2023) #1-4 [4]
World's Finest (1990) #1-3 [3]
Swamp Thing Giant (2019) #1-7 [7]
Swamp Thing (2016) #1-6 [6]
Punchline: The Gotham Game (2022) #1-6 [6]
Joker: The Man Who Stopped Laughing (2023) #1-6 [6]
Wonder Girl (2021) #1-7 [7]
Nubia: Queen of the Amazons (2022) #1-4 [4]
Galaxy: The Prettiest Star (2022) [1]
Spirit World (2023) #1-6 [6]
Salvation Run (2008) #1-7 [7]
JSA All Stars (2003) #1-8 [8]
Dr. Mid-Nite (1999) #1-3 [3]
Animal Man (1988) #1-26 [26]
Solo (2004) #1-5 [5]
The Legend of Wonder Woman (2016) #1-9 [9]
JSA Returns (1999) #1-9 [9]
Teen Titans: Year One (2008) #1-6 [6]
Suicide Squad (2001) #1-12 [12]
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Queen I got so much trauma the hookers are my comfort family and Severen is my comfort character. (you don't gotta do it if you don't want to)
may I please request a found family fic or headcanons of a fem!reader that ran away from a unhealthy home and she meets the hookers and sev falls for her and shes not used to all the touch and affections and Jesse and diamondback take her in as parental figures and homer,Caleb and may as siblings.
Dude I 1000000% feel you on this one. I got you. Also I hope you don't mind this turned out kinda long! 😅 I got carried away. Hopefully it's wht you had in mind but if you want more focus on the family after the meeting I could do part 2?
Some kinda big triggers this one people so if you aren't in the headspace to handle hard drug use, alcoholism, toxic family dynamics, physical & verbal abuse, non-graphic sexual harassment please take care of yourself and skip this one.
And a special thank you to @turquoisebolotie for beta reading this bad boy and giving me some notes! Appreciate you. ❤️
"Another beer," your step father, Rick, slurred at you from the couch in the next room. You looked up from the vegetables you were cutting, not quite sure if you heard him. "What!?" You called back. "I said," he was screaming now, "Get me another goddamn beer!" "Oh for Christ's sake!" Your mother stormed into the kitchen, a lit cigarette dangling from her mouth. She brushed past you to the fridge and ripped the door open. "Can't you do anything around here?" You turned back to the cutting board and kept working. "I'm making dinner," it was just under your breath but her ears were as sharp as her temper. She delivered a harsh smack to the side of your head. "Watch your damn mouth! You owe us for letting you stay here. Without us you'd be on the streets like your brother." You swallowed down the rest of your words and averted your eyes. Sometimes you wonder if you'd be better off.
When you finished dinner you brought the plates out to the living room where you all usually ate in front of the TV. You set Rick's plate down first along with a new beer, not eager to be yelled at again soon. Then you set your mother's down but she shoved it to the edge of her little fold out table. Her appetite hadn't been the same for a while and you weren't surprised. Finally you sat on the floor and set your own plate on the coffee table. The Brady Bunch blared over the TV and your eyes glazed over as you half watched half daydreamed of a world where your family problems were solved over the course of one episode. A half hour interval where all your issues could be wrapped up with a neat little bow. You went to take a bite of your food when suddenly the full, unopened can of beer you'd brought out for Rick beamed off the side of your head. Your fork fell from your hands and you reached up to grab where he'd hit you. "Fuck!" "It's warm you idiot! Get me a cold one!"
Your days went much like that and those were the good ones. The only times they got better is when your mom spent all evening doped up and nodding out on the couch, too blissed and comatose to argue or fight with you. You found solace in the night time when they were asleep. You waited until midnight and then you could tiptoe out of your room and around the house. You were eternally grateful they weren't easily roused. It was times like these where you could do little things without being screamed at. Watch what you wanted on TV at a low volume, steal Rick's beer from the fridge, eat the leftovers your mom had left. You knew they'd never notice. They didn't notice much of anything. When they weren't outright abusive they were negligent and that suited you fine. You weren't a little kid who needed them, you were a grown woman. So why did you stay? Each day the answer became less clear to you. Maybe you were scared to end up like your brother, maybe you had just grown complacent in your routine, or maybe you just lacked faith in yourself all together. You turned the TV off before grabbing your half full beer and going to sit out on the wooden stoop your brother had built for the trailer. You sipped at the can and stared off past the trailer park and into the night. Wondering what was out there for you.
"You fucking bitch! C'mere!" Scott Mathis, a friend of Rick's, shot his hand out towards you and tried to grab your leg from his position on the floor. You'd been walking past him after dropping off yet another drink to Rick when he'd grabbed your ass. On instinct you punched him in the balls. You honestly hadn't even meant to do it, it just happened! He grabbed your left leg and you jerked it hard, kicking him in the stomach now. Rick came up behind you and grabbed you up in a headlock. "Have you lost your damn mind, girl!?" You kicked as he lifted you off the ground, desperate to get free. "You put her down Rick!" Your mother bolted out of the kitchen like a bat out of hell. Only she and your actual dad were allowed to put their hands on you, that was the rule she had. Rick dropped you to the ground only to turn on your mother and smack her across the face. "You bastard!" She spat at him before swinging on him but you knew your mom didn't have the strength she used to have, the drugs had eaten away at what muscle mass she'd had. You watched as Scott slipped out the door, still cussing you, before wedging yourself between your mom and Rick. His fist connected with your eye and the pain split through your head. You reeled back and threw your arms up to defend yourself but he just kept going, even grabbing one of your arms and pulling it away to get another shot at your face. Your mother stood back and just watched the scene unfold this time, so much for her rule.
You did your best to fight back, but Rick was a big guy. It wasn't over until he was a gasping sweaty mess, he shoved you to the ground with one last kick. "Fuck this shit! I don't need this! I'm going back to live in Lori's garage!" Finally your mother kneeled next to you on the ground, nails digging into your shoulder. "Oh you go back to fucking Lori then Rick! I don't need you! Y/n makes more money at the diner!" Your eyes darted up to her and you had to bite your tongue. She let him beat you and now she wanted you to take care of her? Typical. Rick stormed out of the trailer, slamming the door as he left and rattling the frame of the trailer. Your mother didn't stay by your side long or offer you a hand to get up. She quickly beeline for her stash, eager to forget her own troubles.
She spent the rest of the day and evening on the couch, head lolled off to the side, a steady web of drool flowing past her lips and a belt now hanging loosely around her arm. You stood in front of the phone, staring at it as if it could jump up and bite you. You glanced over at the firmly shut front door then back and finally you grabbed it off the hook and dialed your brother's number. It rang and rang but no answer came, you hoped and he didn't get evicted again. But you honestly weren't sure. The answering machine clicked and you hesitated before simply hanging up. There was no point in trying to get him to come home. You knew Rick would be back and your brother refused to live under the same roof as that dickhead.
You wandered back into the living room and looked down at your mom with a sigh. You pulled the belt away from her arm and tossed it over the back of the couch before laying her down on her side, much more comfortable than being folded over on herself. You'd started to notice a prominent curve forming in her spine lately. Without orders being barked at you you weren't sure what to do so you paced around the house holding a bag of peas to your bruising eye.
After a while you threw the melting veggies into the sink and started to pick up around the trailer simply desperate for something to keep your hands and mind occupied. As you tidied you came across a set of long forgotten car keys. The battered Chevette out front hadn't moved since your mom rear ended an elderly woman on 4th of July and lost her license. You peeked back in at your mom before looking to the door once again. Now or never. Quickly you snatched up the keys and scurried back into your room to pack a bag. You knew Rick would be back, you knew things wouldn't change, you knew they were only getting worse. Every logical part of your brain urged you to leave. But you still had to choke back the bitter taste of guilt that built in the back of your throat. Your hands shook with nerves as you zipped up the duffle and hauled it over your shoulder before darting across the hall to your mom's room.
You tiptoed over to Rick's side of the bed and opened the nightstand drawer. Inside was his Beretta along with a box of ammo and underneath was a porno mag with a girl, who was probably younger than you, stretched across the cover. You gagged and tried to pretend you didn't see that before fishing out the gun and bullets. You glanced anxiously over your shoulder, just anticipating the beating you'd get if you were caught. But no one was there. You slammed the drawer shut and shoved the gun in the waistline of your pants.
Ready as you would ever be, you stood 2 feet away from the front door. 2 feet away from freedom. You looked back at your mom and tried to remember what she was like before how she was now, before she became a shell of a person. But no memories came to the surface. It was almost like she'd always been this way. You snuck over to press a kiss to the top of her head anyway. "I'm sorry." Then, with all your courage, you dashed out the door and to the car.
You tossed your bag in the back and eyed the large crack her head had left in the windshield upon impact. You weren't sure if the car would even run after all this time but you settled in and jammed the key into the ignition anyway. You turned it and it sputtered before dying. "Come on!" You cranked it again and it sputtered once more but with some encouraging oomph. "Almost! You got it!" "Hey!" Rick's voice was like a whip that cracked though the dusk. Your head shot up and you saw him running for you full like the raging bull he was. You bolted up to slam the lock down on the passenger side door just as he grabbed at the handle. He slammed his fist on the window, making it rattle. "Get the fuck out of there!" He headed for the driver's side now but you slammed that lock down too. Your skin prockled and your breath caught in your throat as you turned the key once again. The engine turned over and the car rumbled to life. You weren't the religious type but you thanked God anyway. Rick pounded away at the window still screaming, red faced and eyes bulging out of his head, but you threw it in drive and floored it. The car hesitated for only a moment before shooting off, the back tire going over Rick's foot and leaving him crumpled on the ground. You laughed incredulously as you watched him from the rear view.
You drove for hours and hours, until the sun would soon start rearing its head again. You just wanted to put as much distance between you and them as possible. But now you were exhausted, the adrenaline wore off forever ago and your eyes struggled to stay open. You pulled up to a motel just as the sky was twinging with a hint of light. You rubbed your good eye and reached into your bag to pull out a wad of tip money you'd been saving up. You counted $576 and you reasoned with yourself that you could afford the luxury of a room tonight. You hadn't seen yourself but you knew you needed to get cleaned up.
You shuffed into the empty office and looked around before approaching the counter. A little hand written sign rested there beside a bell 'ring for service'. You tapped out a gentle ding and waited a few moments, but no one came. You tapped it again, a bit harder, and wondered if you should wait in your car for a more decent hour. Just as you were turning around to retreat the door burst open and a tall lean man practically threw himself inside. You reeled back in surprise and it seemed you caught him off guard too. He cleared his throat and straightened up, nodding to the counter. "Anyone here?" You tilted your head down, unable to meet his focused gaze. "I, uh, I don't think so. I was going to wait in my car." He hurried passed you and you jumped away from him. He kept looking at you as he slammed his hand down on the bell over and over again.
Eventually a young lady emerged from the back, yawning and rubbing her eyes of sleep. You felt bad she was woken up. "I need to rent one of your rooms miss." The woman seemed to need a minute to figure out what was being said, still groggy, but the man was impatient. He slammed some cash down on the counter. "I need to rent one of your rooms." He looked over his shoulder towards a window, anxious. "Yeah, I heard you," she yawned and stretched languidly before taking his cash. "Got one left." She grabbed the key and was about to hand it to him. "Wait!" Both their heads shot over to you, him because of the interruption and her because she'd just noticed you. As she took in your injuries she snatched the key back and eyed the annoyed man warily. You shook your head when you realized what she must be thinking. "No, no, just…" "Just what?" the man spat out, eyes still glancing over to the window. "I was here first! I need that room!" With no hesitation the young lady behind the counter shoved his money back at him and beckoned you over. "You got it." "I already paid," the man insisted. "Look at her!" The girl pointed at you, making you shrink back. Did you really look that bad? Your eyes shot over to a grimey mirror just behind the counter and through the dust you caught your reflection for the first time. Your eye had swollen up, blooming dark blue and purple around the socket. Your lower lip was busted open and blood crusted around the wound and down your chin. A bit of blood also clung around the edge of your nostril. You actually looked pathetic. So much so it made your stomach turn. It made you mad at yourself. Your eyes darted back to the man's and he gave a deep sigh.
Just as he was relenting the door opened again, this time a curvy woman with bleached hair scurried in. "Jess what is taking so long? We a need to get inside now," she hissed at him. "Well," he gestured to you, "she's got the last room." The new woman's eyes focused on you and all of this attention was really wearing on your nerves. Enough people had seen you like this. "Forget it." You brushed past everyone, the girl at the counter calling out for you, and ran back to your car. They could have the damn room.
You slammed the door shut and pressed your forehead to the steering wheel, trying not to cry. Maybe this was a sign that you'd made a mistake. That you should just turn tail, go home to take your beating, and beg for forgiveness. Your eye shifted to your hand and you saw the scar that was left there from last Christmas when your mom hand plunged a steak knife into it. No, going home wasn't an option. You cracked your windows and reclined the seat back, you'd get a bit of sleep if you could then keep driving. Just as you were closing your eyes there was a tap at your window and a muffled, "hey!" You opened them to look up and see the platinum woman standing by your car, fidgeting. You sat your seat back up and cranked the pane down lower. "Hey?" She swallowed and her eyes darted over to the beat up van they'd arrived in, you watched as other people piled out and into a room. "You wanna stay with us for the day?" You watched as the man from earlier looked back at her and she waved him off. "I, uh-" "Come on, honey. Day is too hot for you to sleep in this car. You'll roast. Besides you were nice enough to give up the room." You looked between her and the door. "Yeah, okay. Thank you."
When you entered the room behind Diamondback, as she'd introduced herself, all eyes turned to you. You paused but she pulled you further in and offered you a seat at a table, which you gladly took. The man approached and held out a hand to you, his fingers were long and crooked like the branches of a tree. You tried to shake firmly like you'd always been taught. "Jesse Hooker," he glanced back at Diamondback who fixed him with a firm look, "I apologize for earlier and thank you kindly for the room." You give him a soft smile and squeeze his hand before letting go. "No problem, I'm Y/n." Diamondback jumped in then. "Y/n, this is Homer," she pulled a sour looking young boy over to her side then gestured to a young couple, "that over there is Mae and Caleb." The pretty girl waved at you with a small smile and her boyfriend tipped his hat before taking it off completely. "And that's-" "Severen." A tall dark haired man interrupted her, coming to lean into your eye line. You turned your head to take him in. He was handsome with stubble peppered along his strong jaw, striking blue eyes, and lips that split his face in a large grin. You noticed how he had a small gap between his front teeth and decided it suited him well. "Hi." His grin grew impossibly wider. "Hey there." Diamondback gripped Severen by the back of his leather jacket and yanked him back into his chair. "Mind your manners, Sev." "I am!"
You excused yourself to get cleaned up and as you were tentatively wiping the dried blood from your split lip you could hear muffled conversation from the other side of the bathroom door. You wondered if they were talking about you but tried to push that thought down. You knew it was risky to spend the night in a motel with complete strangers. For all you knew they could be serial killers, or werewolves, or in a cult. You tried to ease down your frenzied brain with logic. They could be thinking the same of you right now, after all, you did look like you just crawled through hell. When you emerged they fell silent, confirming that they had indeed been talking about you. Diamondback came to you and gently brushed a thumb over your cheek, you flinched back and she quickly withdrew her hand. "Sorry. You look much better." "Feel a bit better," you nodded. She guided you back to the table you sat at before, where Jesse and Severen had started a game of poker.
"So, where ya from Y/n?" Caleb spoke up, drawing everyone's attention. "Outta town," you answered vaguely on purpose. You figured the less they knew about you the better. "Where ya headed?" He pressed on. "Farther outta town." Severen chuckled and looked at him from over his shoulder. "Keep yer questions to yourself boy." He turned to you now. "Don't mind officer brown nose over there, don't know how to mind his own damn business." "Don't you go callin' me no cop!" Caleb threw his boot at the back of Severen's head. He only snorted back at Caleb like a pig. A hand flew up to cover your mouth as you giggled at his antics. This only seemed to encourage Severen, who's eyes lit up at the sound, and he added in some very impressive pig calls. "Sooooowe! Soooooooowe!" You laughed a bit louder and the others joined in. Even Jesse, who seemed rather stern when you first met, chuckled. Severen turned back to you quickly. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head, searching for any way to keep you laughing. "That's just what he sounds like when he's sleepin'. I don't wanna know what it sounds like when him and Mae-" "Severen!" Diamondback scolded him again before he could finish his thought. "Don't get yourself in trouble now," you couldn't stop yourself from snickering. "I'm always in trouble, darlin'." He nodded to Jesse. "Deal her in Jess. You play poker don't ya?"
You did indeed play poker. Back before your mom met Rick and lost her job she had been a bartender. She'd sit you at a little table in the back of the bar with only a deck of cards to keep you company. One of the regulars, a rumor about town said he was your dad but you weren't sure, had taken to teaching you how to play. After a few months you would beat almost anyone who dared to challenge you. It was a nice memory and playing again made you feel warm inside. You found your smiles and laughter came easier to you than it had in years. You looked around at your new acquaintances and thought to yourself that they were like a whacky TV family. Traveling together and getting into fun misadventures. The way they barbed and teased each other lacked all of the venom and resentment you were used to from home. You weren't just at ease, Hell you felt safer in this room full of strangers than you ever did in that trailer. It was a nice feeling. Your eyes darted to the side and you caught the edge of a card poking out of Severen's sleeve. You snatched it quickly and tossed it to the center of the table. "Not very slick, cowboy." He looked at you, mouth agape but an amused twinkle in his blue eyes. Homer cackled at him. "Usually only Jesse catches him," Mae piped up. You pointed at him. "I'm keeping an eye on you." He smirked. "I hope ya do."
When you were all wound down and ready to get some sleep it wasn't terribly difficult to figure out the arrangements. The room was thankfully a double. Each of the couples took a bed, Homer claimed a stuffed chair on the corner, and Severen stayed in a chair by the door insisting you take the beat up couch. You tried to convince him it'd hurt his back but he said, "If I ain't worried about it why are you?" Those words stuck with you as you laid down to try and sleep. You must had been exhausted because the next time you opened your eyes it was because Severen was up and shuffling through his bag. You sat up and tried to rub your eye, forgetting how tender it was. You hissed and yanked your hand back. He looked up at you and spoke in a hush, "I wake ya?" "No, no worries," you whispered back. Your feet found the floor and you stretched your arms out. You could feel his gaze on you but he didn't say anything else. He finished pulling out fresh clothes before heading for the bathroom to shower and change. One by one the others also woke. But you didn't want to impose on them any longer, you grabbed your bag up and slung it over your shoulder. You reached your hand out to Diamondback with a smile. "Hey, thank you." She returned your smile and shook your hand. "Thank you too honey. Travel safe now." You almost didn't want to let go of her but you made yourself drop her hand. You nodded and waved goodbye to the others, just catching Severen as he left the bathroom, his hair still damp and only in his jeans. You averted your gaze and slipped out the door. As you closed it softly behind you you were sad to go.
You looked back up to the Chevette and you were startled to see 2 cops shining their flashlights inside. You gasped and ducked behind the van parked just out front, staying low to the ground. Rick must have reported the car and his gun as stolen. You just escaped one prison and you weren't about to go to another. Beside you the motel door opened and Severen stepped outside, still shirtless, with a cigarette hanging between his lips. He looked at you quizzically and opened his mouth to say something but you held a finger up to your own lips. His eyes darted from you over to the cops milling around your car then back to you. "Hey!" one of them called out to him. You flung yourself under the van.
From the gap you could see their feet as they approached Severen. "You see the girl driving that car?" You held your breath as you waited for him to answer, praying he wouldn't sell you out. You heard a small spark as he lit his cigarette and took a long drag. "Yeah I did." You flinched and buried your face in your hands waiting to be dragged out from under the van. So much for your great escape. A silence stretched on before the cop pressed him, "well where'd she go son?" You heard him shift. "That way, bummed a cigarette and asked for the bus station. Somethin' 'bout goin' east. Far east." You could have cried as relief flooded your whole body, making you sag into the asphalt under you. You didn't even realize how tense you were. You heard the officer get on his walkie and radio in. "Suspect heading to the bus station, planning to go eastbound. Thanks son." You watched their feet as they ran off and then there was a long silence. After a moment Severen's grinning face appeared in the gap under the van. "Hope ya weren't planning on going east." You took a deep breath. "I seriously thought you were about to throw me to the dogs." He scoffed at you. "Oh ye of little faith. Come on out now, they're gone." You crawled out from under the van and he took your hand to help you up. "You got yourself into a heap of trouble huh?" You glanced back over your shoulder. "Worth it." He glanced between you and your car. "Looks like you're out a ride. But you're in luck. I'm good at gettin' new ones. As long as you don't mind more trouble."
Severen led you nonchalantly onto the lot of the used car dealership. Your head whipped around nervously but he seemed so sure it made a bit of confidence bloom in your chest. You watched him kick the tire on a black Ford Bronco. "This'll do." He hurried to the driver's side and popped the lock with shocking ease. He slid inside and reached over, opening the passenger door for you. You both stayed low to the floor as he set to work. "Now watch and learn." He pulled some wires down from under the dash and produced a tool from his back pocket. "See this bundle of wires? You need these," he showed you 2 specific wires, "the ignition and the battery." He took them and stripped the ends. You couldn't tear yourself away from his hands as they worked, admiring them. "Ya wanna twist 'em together like this." The dash lights flickered on and he grinned at you. "Now take this starter wire here, and strip it lower so it's live. Then spark." He sparked the wires and the car roared to life. "That's it baby!" Severen then pulled a screwdriver from his pocket and jammed it into the ignition, turning the engine over. Just like that you were driving off the lot, pulling out right behind the van that carried the others. You didn't ask them why they were running and they didn't ask you. You did however turn to Severen with one question. "You guys aren't like a serial killer werewolf cult right?" He howled with laughter and shook his head. "Not quite, darlin'." You nodded. "Just checking."
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thinking a lot about how i'm nonbinary but in like a "conscientious objector, i don't want to engage with a binary rooted in genocide" kind of way not in a "i deeply connect with a concept outside of the binary" way
and also i'm absolutely 1000000% f2m transsexual in every sense of the terms!! male hormones and body hair and t dick and a flat chest are all correct for me, i am whole and happy when my body is this way
and also also i'm an eldest daughter and am constantly unlearning the trauma of parentification and being forced into the role of taking care of and raising my siblings as early as 2nd grade. that little girl whose childhood was interrupted by diper changes and making lunches and snacks and hours of caretaking lives in my heart always
and also also also i'm a man because i think manhood has the capacity to be something so beautiful and tender and soft and full of love and joy. i believe manhood can be kind. i believe masculinity can love and be loved. it has so much potential to be something so wonderful and i want to find that in myself and other men
and also also also also i'm a dyke in the way that my girlfriend is so beautiful to me and her love for herself as a trans woman is so beautiful to me and sometimes i want nothing more than to be dykes together with her and in the ways we love each other after years of being fags together
identity is so layered and beautiful and to treat it as something two dimensional and not impacted by outside influences is a little silly - it's just that often cis people use the social influences of gender as a weapon against us to try to make us prove ourselves as trans people. that cis weaponization is problem, not the existence of social influence itself
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Now lemme tell you that pregnancy headcanon had me giggling and swinging my feet in the air it was fr sooooo cute 🥹 also it had me wondering based off what you wrote, who would you want to be pregnant with?🤔
like for me personally im choosing jimin coz i don't wanna have to lift a finger and the thing you wrote about him watching you struggle to stand and laughign was just really funny to me idk so yh who would you pick??
again 1000000 years late i'm so sorry idk what's my problem but first THANK YOU FOR READING AND FOR SHARING it make me very happy <33333
second!!! i been having this thing for the past year where i'm in love with jimin so i'm so inclined to say that also i have my lockscreen on shuffle and i have these edits that say "hot girls love [insert member]" and rn it says hot girls love jimin so the math is mathing add that to the fact that i'm like you like the thought of being pampered and doted on even when he's being a menace is sooooo nice to me
BUT! i've also been on a yoongi kick for obvious reasons and tbh he'd be a lot like jimin except he's more quiet about it like he's gonna have that same level of care about him but like with jimin if me and baby won't vibing and i was at wit's end he would like be in my face holding me wiping my tears as a cried and complained and whispering sweet nothings which is good really good love that but yoongi would like he'd let me finish my bit and then once i'm done with the theatrics he'd just pull me into his arms and ask what he can do to help and there's just something so.......... manly??????? about that thought that appeals to the woman in me like he's just gonna go and handle it idk idk yoongi brain rot making me say yoongi 🤓
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It annoys me when people trivialise Harry's support and commitment as well and act like it's one sided 😒 They're deliberately not thinking of the whole picture and making a problem where there likely isn't one. Like you and your anons have said, it's easy to physically see what Olivia does as a partner. Their main jobs are completely different - Harry has been travelling and performing shows for a chunk of their relationship!! So she goes to him every other week when possible because he's already doing enough travelling! When he has days off they're usually together, and depending where they need to be for work, when he's not on tour they live in London or LA together. Olivia is an actress and director and when she doesn't have to be on set she can probably do work from home. It's not like Harry can go and watch her do her job in the same way as a concert, that would be distracting. of course he can visit sets and he probably will, but it's different! He wears her clothes, she doesn't have merch like he does! He takes her to the places most special to him (eg Italy). I just think, for a woman like Olivia, obviously she is a wonderful girlfriend right? But there's no way I see her being like this if the love and commitment isn't mutual. She has kids, she has slowly let them know Harry. That's huge. Do people think she's not getting the same support back because she seems pretty happy when she goes to see him. I'm sure he's incredibly thankful that she's willing to do that, it would take some getting used to but it would also be fun! And he won't be touring forever. I agree with you it's a pet peeve when people act like he's just putting in no effort because it's not what I see at all. He must be a great partner to her since she got into a serious relationship with him pretty fast. Like that takes courage from his side, I'm his age and I would not be mature enough to deal with kids and the whole custody thing with j*son. Can I mention that as well? Because there are countless ways to be supportive and loving to someone in private that don't involve visiting them on tour. We have nooo idea what he's done for her or how he's been there for her!! It's not a relationship we are a part of so I don't see why people judge it from the outside like that? Olivia's friends and family seem to like Harry, and that speaks volumes to me. Like I really am not concerned and to me, it's just an excuse for people to be petty and have a dig at his relationship under the guise of being worried she does too much for him lmao.
If there was any issue with his level of commitment I guarantee she would not still be dating him 😅 I am 1000000% sure she has enough respect for herself to not stay in a relationship where she's putting in that much effort and not getting it back in the way she needs it. I'm sure Harry is a wonderful partner. And you nailed it with the last part - it's just another way for them to peddle their "Harry has no interest in her/hates her" narrative. Pathetic!
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1000000% nerd. The Marvel tarot is what made me go for the DC tarot. I love the choices made for each card. There are also now characters for me to learn more about. And I have to show The Lovers.
Hang on.
There, Apollo and Midnighter. 💕 (Totally need to learn more about them.)
I love who they have on Strength.
I love Cyborg, aka, Victor Stone. Watching Teen Titans in the early 2000s, I liked him more than Robin. Also, Garfield/Beast Boy there as the lion is so yes.
Not embarrassed about how perfect I think this card is. Never could decide if I had a bigger crush on Raven or Starfire (she's the Page of Cups).
I'm so glad Ivy is The Empress. Best choice in my opinion. She's one of my favorite Batman ‘villains’. Probably because I grew up most of my early childhood in the woods.
Only fitting that The Flash is The Chariot. After all, can't use Superman.
Because he's on The Sun, flying over a whole field of sunflowers.
You know the Bat had to be in here somewhere. My dad's response when I said he was on Judgement was ‘go figure’. But I honestly wouldn't have picked anyone else.
Honest to God, just literal perfection. What more can I say? Wonder Woman should be on Justice.
Seeing The Martian Manhunter on Temperance is a relief. This card gives me fits often. I'm not bad at the actual idea of the card, but religious indoctrination has made a mess of understanding the deeper truth. A good, friendly face for me.
I resent the image limit on posts now. All the cards are great.
-Terra 🪨😸
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Is it okay to express how proud i am of myself for the 1000000 time? I mean who can blame me. I deserve a reward of bravery/super hero woman of the year.
My head forces me to sum the year up continuously when i escape such thoughts/moments. But I would only say, that it was a wonderful year with uncounted moments of “I didn’t think it would reach such level if difficulty”, my brain just couldn’t imagine/process the incidents of my life this year, but somehow it turned out to be a really beautiful year! If not the most beautiful one. I grew up. I grew up very well, and i did that, i made sure to grow well.
I’m strong, sensitive, brave, responsible and a person with unique principles. I’m the best version of myself and I’m enjoying it<3.
In this year I learned a lot about myself, through it all and through the people who met me in person and understood some aspects of myself. I learned that i am a person of physical touch, that i express my emotions to my loved ones better in real life. I learned that it takes me a long time to process a social situation, and i have to work in this aspect. I learned that I’m willing to do my best in everything in my life, but in certain aspects, I won’t move a finger, cuz I deserve that somethings must fall into my hand without me even trying. If I didn’t fulfill those aspects, then forget it. I can live without it.
Thank you 2022 ❤️
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justice league and justice legion alpha
#justice league#doom war#justice legion alpha#brainiac#brainiac 1000000#wonder woman#kamandi#superman#kal kent#batman
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DC One Million by Phil Jimenez
#dc comics#dc one million#DC 1000000#hourman#resurrection man#superman#wonder woman#Batman#captain marvel#shazam#grant morrison#phil jimenez#teen titans#aquaman#starman#the flash
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What are your favorite story tropes?
Hmmm these are my fav story and character tropes:
Okay, 1000000% I'm all for the big, ridiculously strong yet dumb himbo man that just wanna makes s/o happy but often fails to think things through and thus ends up causing problems for s/o- ahh I just LOVE the pain and thoughtfulness going hand in hand so much.
The villain/troublemaker that is mean to everyone, ready to murder them for so much as breathing the same air as them, but for their s/o, they have goo goo eyes and they're just so uncharacteristically soft for s/o- look I'm a simple woman. I see a simp, my brain go BRRRR.
Characters snapping that make you go "ABOUT GODDAMN TIME QUEEN!" or "FUCK HIM UP, GIRLIE."
When they give the villain that spicy backstory that finally makes you understand why they do what they do, and you start thinking of society and/or the hero is being unfair to the villain, and you begin rooting for the bad guy... only for the said villain to sacrifice himself for you and all you can do is sit there holding their head in your lap and wonder if they even knew you loved them before they died... yes, I like to make myself suffer.
Goofy villain x literal sunshine s/o
When the hero is exhausted because of all the work the higher ups give him and he inevitably faints and its the villain who nurses them back to health.
A group of characters that are highly UNSUITABLE to take care of a child because of all their weapons/"villainous" powers/ anything that doesn't fit them in the society's frame of what a perfect family should look like but they look at the child and decide they'd be far better parents than the child's biological ones and hence, child ends up with a very dysfunctional yet LOVING family who will not hesitate to burn down the world for the reader- *cough* like Yandere RE8: TRP *cough*
Self sacrifice- duh.
That guy/alien or something that is either mute or doesn't know the language or how to express himself properly, who wants to tell you that he loves but doesn't know how to so he just tries his luck on physical affection, like suddenly holds your head in his giant hands and just stares into your eyes for a long time and you think he's gonna kiss you but he blushes and just pats your head before walking away embarrased. But its on you, completely on you to figure out that he was saying he loves you in his own way. You're 100% to blame if you can't figure that out on your own.
Medieval/old era protagonist ending up in the modern era magically and falling HARD for the modern darling who is not putting up with his misogynistic bull but helps him anyway because they remind me of someone. And the whole time this protagonist (who most likely is a prince/king from his era) has heart eyes and you make his heart skip beats because of all the normal things you do because he didn't know kindness could be so free and readily available. Of course, when you help him finally get back to his timeline, he definitely pulls you along and traps you in there with him <3
And anything that's well written and has me squealing at the cuteness. I'm definitely missing a couple more but these are all that come to mind rn.
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Can you do a Baldwin smut
Well, so i had a smol idea, based off of Baldwin x Rima (despite the fact she literally only gets mentioned once, but come on. Fernando 1000000% introduced her to Baldwin/Congregation Library for a reason)
so, based off limited information of her (literally her name and dark eyes) i googled the name Rima ( https://themeaningofthename.com/rima/ )
and so, decidedly based off of the information that the name is popular in Armenia, Azerbaijan, Georgia, Lithuania, Saudi Arabia, United States of America i have taken it upon myself to fancast her as Samira Efendi, from Azerbaijan (also my favourite Eurovision 2021 contestant)
hope you like it @gracejj15 hehehhehe
*smut below the cut
Baldwin, depending on the way you looked at it, was either an opportunist or a hypercritic. Either way you couldn’t deny that he lived life to the full.
Rima, entirely the opposite of the demonic De Clermont head, she was a level person with very few sins to count.
She found him charming (shockingly) and he was attracted to her. It was odd, during the times when the covenant was upheld he had never taken up with a warmblood. It had been repealed now, so he was free to do as he wished. Much like he had in the years prior to it being instated. He had almost forgotten how nice and warm a human cunny was.
“are you just going to stare at me all day or get in?” he had barely turned to look at her, he could feel the intensity of her gaze
she chewed her lips contemplating. She was much rather enjoying the view of him in the shower, water cascading over his sculpted frame and very hard cock
“you best join me, this is entirely your fault you know” he pointed south at his throbbing cock.
she giggled, slipping off her chemise “yes Sieur” she circled her arms over his neck, breathing in the heady scent of him “i wish we could stay here forever”
“mmmmm” he mumbled against her neck, little kisses and nips trailed along the softest spots of her. She tilted her head back, contented moans as he sucked on her weakest part
“Keep this up and Fernando will definitely smell -”
he cut her off with a finger pressed to her pouted lips “do not mention him while i intend on fucking that sweet, sweet cunt of yours”
The tone of his voice made her shiver, warm Goosebumps on her skin as his delicate touch began to wonder. She held his gaze as he worked her core, thumb rubbing tight circles over her clit as he pressed a finger into her entrance. She could spend forever like this, pressed against the cold tile with his fingers scissoring, working her so well she wondered what she did before him.
He took in the sight of her hungrily, cock throbbing in want “So beautiful” he husked. He watched in curiosity as her core sucked his fingers back in, begging for more. He could watch it all day, her messy lips closing over the top of his knuckles as he buried them deep inside her
“That would be mmmm sweet if you weren't staring at my cunt while saying it” she struggled to speak, her body working into a frenzy. She tried as she could to meet his speed, hips gyrating with the move of his hands but it was no use. She was human, and far too delirious to focus
Baldwin let out a feral growl as she clamped around his fingers, a cry of his name falling from her lips followed by a quick succession of shit shit shit
she wasn't a shy woman, not by any means, but when he took his fingers to his mouth and sucked with fervour and moaned, it made her blush “so sweet” his voice was gruff with a mix of adoration “turn around” he lazily flickered his eyes over her body, the peach of her ass so tempting.
Thwack she jumped in shock as his hand collided with her bum “hey!” her moment of surprise quelled by the feeling of the tip of his cock breaching her entrance, firm hands guiding her legs apart and holding her in place “oh, oh”
She gasped as the full thickness of him eased into her fluttering core, arching her back with earnest. She rested her forearms against the tile bracing herself for it, him. His first few thrusts were slow and shallow, stretching and settling into her without causing any unwanted pain. He was always conscious of that, the vulnerability that came with a human “you okay” he pressed kisses along the cut of her jaw
“Just fuck me, for Christs sake” she whined, pushing back into him, grinding her hips with avid encouragement
He grunted under the friction, welcomed torment he would return in due course. He squeezed her sides, fingers digging into the plump flesh as he drove into her, pulling her into him as much as he fucked into her “so good for me” he moaned, hips wildly rutting into her, head flush against her shoulder. His praise made her flutter around him, his words sparking something dark and carnal deep in her.
She writhed and moaned under the building pleasure, her own cries mirrored by his grunts and groans, her name falling from his lips like a prayer beautiful Rima he’d say such a pretty pussy filthy comments were married in with endearments.
He turned her head sideways so he could see her, face contorted with pleasure, what he was giving her. Their eyes met, both filled with unbridled lust and want and for a moment he retreated, the thick head of his resting at her entrance before slamming back into her, the change of pace making her a keening mess under his control.
Rima relentlessly wailed his name, waking the neighbours seven towns over but she didn’t care, nor did he. She had been swirling her hips, meeting his pace but now all she could do was hold on for dear life, one hand squeezing his as Baldwin worked her over until she was a bumbling mess where the only thing she knew in that moment was pleasure. His hips drove forward harshly and with his free hand he flicked his thumb over her clit, moving between tight circles and rubbing.
They were panting heavily, the air in the bathroom now hot and humid, and she could feel her orgasm approaching rapidly. She enjoyed the roughness of his fingers against her pearly bud, and he knew just when to quicken the pace or change rhythm. He knew her body expertly. He kissed and nipped against her shoulder, thrusts now becoming more erratic and Rima knew he would come undone at any moment. Just as well he knew her, she knew his cues.
White hot pleasure crawled up her spine, his ministrations of her throbbing clit pushing her to heaven. The salacious squelches of their sex damped by their moans, the very feel of being around each other intoxicating. That feeling blossomed deep and she went taught with her climax a ragged sob catching in her throat as she cum. She could do next to nothing as she shook, after waves crashing around her as his pace began to falter “Fuck” he hissed against her ear, followed by a soft whine of her name. The feel of her violently clashing around his heavy cock was all he needed, and with an undignified cry he spilled inside her.
He kept himself nestled inside her, both regaining their senses and breathing “Perfect” he practically cooed, soft kiss pressed to the top of her head “fucking perfect”
“do you have to work today?” the disappointment lingered in her voice, and then she was letting out a discontented sound as he slipped out of her. She stayed silent as he gently washed her, shower head skimming over sensitive areas. He turned the water off, the silence now odd change of pace in the previously noisy room.
She felt his big hands on her waist as he turned her around “I do suppose I deserve a day or two off” they both smiled at each other before leaning in for a slow, soft kiss, mumbling words of adoration against each other’s lips.
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