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aledmorningstar · 3 months

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╰┈➤Bad joke

Summary: Sukuna discovers that you don't like jokes.

Relationship: Ryomen Sukuna/Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Note: Slow updates, my editor and I are in a fight with my university administrators.

-‘๑’-: No curses au, uni au, sfw, humor, fluff, slight angst

The terrible hours of class had finally ended, the hard day of university had culminated its torture at 6:00 pm, every day you reconsidered the idea of continuing studying so intensely, did you really need that university degree?

Without a doubt, life sounded more beautiful in an imaginary world, being a pretty housewife who patiently waited for her millionaire husband who loved her madly, your days would be spent helping your children with their homework and wasting an unreasonable amount of money on any whim.

“We've told you to stop daydreaming, it could be dangerous in the wrong places.”

Your daydream was interrupted by one of your best friends, it seemed like your group of friends had already finished putting away their belongings and were just waiting for you to leave the classroom.

"Oh I'm sorry. I was just thinking about the future."

“Is the young lady returning to the fantasy of married life with her impolite boyfriend?”

"Hey! I already told you not to talk about him like that."

You argue while you put your notebooks and computer in your bag, the one that your boyfriend Ryomen had given you on your birthday even though you told him that a gift was not necessary, you knew how difficult it must be for him and how limited which can sometimes be the money in your situation; his mother, playing the role of both parents and trying to provide a bright future for her children; Yuji, his twin who had to complete several courses to be a firefighter and also study a Bachelor's degree in automotive mechanics; and finally Ryomen himself, who had to complete his university career as a lawyer.

It was definitely not easy for him or his family, unlike you, who had lived the life of a princess in an imaginary bubble impenetrable by the dangers and worries of reality. Even though you had insisted on helping that modest family financially, you were not allowed to do so. Both Sukuna and his brother and mother refused to accept a cent of your generous support, saying that they did not want to take advantage of your kindness. That did not stop them from you gave expensive gifts to each one on special dates.

Maybe that was the reason behind that expensive gift from your boyfriend, one day he simply listened to you talk about that beautiful designer bag that was going to become fashionable with its next release on sale, he used all his savings and even did part-time jobs, washing cars, walking dogs, helping model clothes for the fashion design department; just to be able to see a cute and excited smile on your face.

You are a princess, the most beautiful flower he could find and of course he would give you everything you deserve, everything that fine society has given you and he does his best so that you do not have any lack by his side, to be worthy of you.

You didn't have the heart to tell him that you had pre-ordered that bag thanks to your father's contacts and that you had to refund it, angering some merchants for their wasted efforts.

“Hurry up, if we don't get to the cafe on time the tables will be full.”

Like every Friday you and your friends got together to talk about the latest news in your lives, your social circle was mostly made up of girls just as privileged as you, it wasn't difficult for your father to convince you to choose a career in law, much less make you enter one of the most demanding and prestigious schools in the country.

Your friends are good girls, you knew that otherwise you wouldn't have even looked at them; However, like you, they were overprotected and followed the sophisticated rules that society had imposed on them. This was one of the reasons why they didn't quite agree with your relationship with Ryomen Sukuna, a commoner in their eyes.

Like any conversation between friends, the topic of boys and relationships could not be avoided, a topic in which you came to light with your strange relationship of “opposite poles”, the little princess of the city and the delinquent of the campus, it was the funniest and most interesting experiment your friends could witness.

“So… How is our little princess's relationship going? Did he already ruin it?”

Of course there were going to be silly comments that doubted that your relationship was authentic and that waited for the slightest mistake from your boyfriend to shout in your face “I told you so.”

"No and he won't, you don't know my 'kuna"

“We know his history”

Even though all your friends were always supportive and kind to you, there was one in particular who wasn't very nice. Ann, always making sarcastic comments and believing herself to be better than everyone, everyone could see how jealous she was of you; She had been the last to join the group, one day you saw her alone and decided to integrate her into your group, unfortunately you never found the words to tell her that you no longer wanted to be her friend.

“Come on, darling, everyone here remembers how your relationship began.”

“He has changed, he is not the same person he was before, he is a new man”

Sure, your relationship may not have started off in the most convincing way possible, there were lies, misunderstandings and a lot of tears, but everything is different now. Now you have the romance that any girl could dream of, one full of love, affection and trust of those you only find in books, you would have your happily ever after.

“Well, I'll wait for your bad boy to do one of his things and don't say I didn't warn you.”

"When pigs fly, that's not going to happen"

The atmosphere had frozen in an awkward silence as you and Ann exchanged a big forced smile, it was strange to see you angry because of your sweet personality, but it would certainly be even stranger not to see you jump into an argument that included Ryomen Sukuna's name, you are his unofficial lawyer.

“Okay girls, let's talk about something else…”

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You love Fridays, the best day of the week, since you could sleep over at your loved one's house and enjoy the weekend in his arms watching movies, doing puzzles, taking photos, listening to music, talking, watching videos, going out on dates, ordering takeout or even when he played a video game on the console and you were left coloring the pictures he printed for you (sometimes he needs his space).

That Friday the drawings were finished quickly, so you decided to watch some videos on your tiktok while Sukuna played a video game that you only knew had weapons because of the shots. The videos on your fyp were about pranks between couples (something that amused you), some light and others a little harsh.

Sukuna was someone who was a joker, someone who liked to make jokes but couldn't stand having one played on him; However, you were a couple, a slight joke between you could be kind of funny, it wasn't even a funny joke you just wanted to see how funny his reaction could be.

A message made Sukuna's phone ring, you thought it was the perfect time for your little act as you held back your laughter.

“Who is sending you so many messages? You have another girl, right?”

Your comment surprised Sukuna slightly, you weren't the jealous type, he looked at you for a split second and that was enough for him to know you were joking, he can play too.

"Oh my love. It's not even one girl, they´re five precious ones."

The amused smile that adorned your face disappeared in an instant, being replaced by a strange grimace, your eyes glistening from the tears that formed and that you refused to let go as you bit your trembling lower lip, preventing any sound.

"Really?"

“Of course, pretty. I'm too cool to stay with just one girl."

Memories of your conversation with Ann invaded your mind, Sukuna Ryomen had a past that was difficult to overcome, would he really change overnight for you?

Your boyfriend quickly realized that you had started packing your belongings back into your suitcase, why would you do that? The plan was that you would stay with him like every weekend, what was happening?

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?”

Well, you had dropped a little bomb that exploded in your face and you didn't like it, but you wouldn't let him notice that it dealt a low blow at least for you.

“I'm just putting my things away. “Can you pass me my colored pencils?”

Sukuna decided to make the difficult decision to abandon his game and pay attention to the seemingly serious situation that was occurring with his beloved.

He did as you asked, you put away your colored pencils next to your other belongings with quick movements and finally wrote something furiously on your phone.

“I asked you a question, what are you doing?”

“Nothing… I'm asking my driver to come pick me up.”

"Now?"

“Yes, now. In fact I'm writing to him 'Please hurry up, I want to leave here right now, come as fast as you can'”

You could barely feel the force and speed with which Ryomen snatched the phone from your hands, he stood up and placed your phone on one of the highest pieces of furniture in the living room.

"Why would you do that?"

"What do you mean why? Did you hear what you said earlier?”

The hardest question you can ask a man, ask him the reason why his girlfriend was angry. The pink-haired man's reasoning quickly went to work.

Connect the dots, you had gotten angry within a period of 5 minutes, you weren't angry with him before that time, all he had done was play video games. Had that bothered you? No, he had given you drawings of your favorite characters to entertain you, the only thing he had done besides playing had been answering your joke... Oh.

“Ah, that's it.”

“Is that all you will say?”

Okay, a mental note for Sukuna: You like making jokes, you don't like having them made or returned to you. You're a crybaby, but he still loves you.

“Sorry, love, it was a joke. You know that I only love you, you are the only girl who occupies my heart, the owner of my soul and my body, I would kill for you, ask me to kill for you."

Ryomen approached to hug you from behind, he placed one of his hands on your abdomen and one on your shoulder, crossing your chest to bring you closer to him, you could feel his breath on your neck and after a few seconds you shivered from the kisses he gave you. he left on your cheek.

“I didn't find your joke funny.”

“In my defense, you started joking that I had another woman. You’re a baby, jokes aren’t your thing, darling.”

The look on your face made him feel like he had just kicked a puppy, his solution was to carry you back to the couch and hold you in his arms.

"I'm sorry baby. You can choose the movie we watch today, deal?”

"Deal"

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paper-mario-wiki · 3 months

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hi, i'm not the person who asked you about the life update, but could you elaborate on how being a creator means to live in a world of ideas instead of the real world? i'm just really curious about your reasons for quitting, specially because i want to create things in the future (not necessarily streaming, but anyways), hope you have a good day!

i'll be talking mostly about streaming for the sake of this answer, but this is similarly applicable across a wide range of platforms:

the job of the streamer is, effectively, to be the life of the party every single day. your goal is to be the person that has something interesting to talk about, and is quick with a joke, and has nuanced understandings of certain things, without actually obtaining any sort of "expertise" in anything lest you alienate viewers. short of having a stated goal for a stream, the only goal of the streamer is to let people relax with a voice they enjoy, saying things they like hearing. you can become very strong in different aspects of streaming, like in the production, or as someone who focuses more on a skill they've honed like art or speedrunning, but the demographic of streamers which pulls, by far, the most significant viewership, is personality based streamers.

this becomes more complicated when, for example, you are very interactive with chat, or you stream with multiple people at once. now, to maintain this charismatic sway you have (the one that got you the job in the first place), you must be able to adapt to and bounce off of other people, as you are now no longer performing alone. naturally, there's a need to not only manage your own flow of consciousness, but also to be at least partially in sync with someone else's.

beyond these complications, you must also consider drawing in new viewership. when i was a streamer, i was quite successful, relatively speaking. pulling 300 viewers consistently is something a very slim amount of streamers can actually do, and even then i was still making under 50k a year, which is not bad, but also not good. in paying for my apartment, my insurance, my travel fare, and all the other stuff that living independently draws money out of you with, i was more often in the red than i was in the green. hence, the need to draw in new viewers, which cannot be done without something eye-catching.

think about this: there are, at any given time, TENS OF THOUSANDS of streamers live in your native language on twitch, and they are all FREE TO WATCH. the attention market is sparse because the streamer market is oversaturated. and considering all of THEM want new viewers too, everyone is constantly refining and improving their craft, which requires everyone to move creatively in tandem with each other lest they get left behind.

if you are a streamer making ass-dollars and ass-cents, it becomes easy to begin resenting people like jerma, solely because everything he touches seems to turn to gold. i personally found it easy to feel very disappointed in myself when peoples projects that seemed so simple would take off. it was a constant "why didn't i think of that!" situation, at least for me. and when you don't have the energy to keep that up, or the social stamina necessary to figure that all out while also being upbeat and happy in front of people near daily, it can become very draining.

what i mean specifically when i say the "world of ideas", is like. there would be times where i could schedule out my failures weeks in advance. i'd be so in my own head about the process, i could see the exact path i could see myself taking that would lead me directly to ruin. how playing games i actually enjoyed would steadily drop viewership, or how focusing on my studies would make people forget about me. and of course this is augmented by my anxiety, i know this is absolutely not the case for every streamer, but that overwhelming feeling of needing to find a new game to play, or a new gimmick to use, or a new ploy to get money that doesn't make you feel guilty even though your source of income is mostly queer and mostly poor young adults and your rent is coming up and you're $200 short but you also just had a fundraiser last month about a DIFFERENT emergency but you cant make it a bummer or else people wont want to tune in so you have to make it something fun like "you laugh you lose!" or "$1 art request streams!" while feeling nothing but anxiety while youre trying to sound like youre enjoying yourself even when youre asking 250 people to donate every 30 minutes or so and nobody seems to want to and chat is moving slowly and. and and.

well, it starts to eat away at you.

#anon

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plutosunshine · 1 year

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How to improve your self-esteem?

Venus in the houses

Venus is our self-esteem and values. The house Venus sits in can show us hints on how to help ourselves to build healthy strong self-esteem. Let’s go!

Venus in the 1st house

Of course, the main key here is your appearance. I don’t mean that you must be always gorgeous and pretty. However, it is very important for you to feel that you fit at least your standards. Hair and make-up play a big role. You feel more confident when you like your look. NB!! Not others, but you! Also, your self-esteem grows when you socialize and show your identity in group settings. Don’t hide all the gorgeous talents you have! You MUST show them to the world. Be assertive when it is necessary because achieving goals and being the best is the number one key to your self-confidence. One more thing: aesthetics. Since Venus is in the first house, which makes this planet rising, that means that the qualities of Venus are important to express as well. Aesthetics, art, beautiful things, music, poetry, acting, and everything where you can show your talents. Also, although the first house is ME and my identity, Venus requires peace and balance. It is not easy, but you have to find a balance between showing yourself and being on the same wavelength as others.

Venus in the 2nd house

Here Venus is in its own house. Meaning that the themes of this house are emphasized. Your self-esteem improves when you feel safe and all is set: you have a nice place to live, you have a good salary, and your surroundings are harmonious. Defining your values helps to gain self-confidence. It is totally okay to express your material desires. They make your self-esteem improve. This is the essence of the 2nd house. Save money to have a backup but don’t be strict with yourself. If you really want something, just get it! The key to your self-esteem is your well-being. When you are fed well, dressed well, and generally feel good, you are confident. Any aesthetic activity that makes you feel calm and satisfied is good. Art and other creative areas also may help you because it develops your sense of beauty and allows you to express your talents.

Venus in the 3rd house

Your self-esteem is growing when you feel that you are an interesting companion. The worst nightmare is when people call you boring. That is why sometimes you are trying too hard to attract attention. However, it is only because of your insecurities. I think the key here is to allow yourself to be outgoing and funny personality which you are. Express your interest in communication and exploration. Your self-esteem improves when you feel knowledgeable. You need to constantly receive and share some interesting information. Also, learning something will increase your self-esteem as well. It can be anything: from cooking to science. You just need new knowledge to feel your self-worth and it is okay because it is the way your Venus feels at home. Don’t be afraid to show your knowledge, and make new friends and connections. Also, writing is very good for you. For example, you can express your feelings on paper. It might help you to build a strong relationship with yourself.

Venus in the 4th house

Your self-esteem improves when you are in touch with your emotions and your subconscious needs are met. It is very important not to suppress emotions and feelings. Also, helping and understanding make you feel needed. Sometimes it is not so good thing to seek this feeling, but for Venus in the 4th house supporting and helping someone is beneficial. Every field and place where you can express your ability to FEEL will be useful. For example, psychology, astrology, volunteering, etc. Also, as you know, the 4th house = home. Meaning that you MUST have your own safe place to restore your energy resources. Decorating and cleaning are helpful for your Venus because on a subconscious level you perceive this home as welcoming and safe.

Venus in the 5th house

One word — self-expression. As simple as that, your self-esteem improves when you express yourself and your talents. If you don’t show your creativity, it will grow inside you and turn into poison. So it is so important to express that! Even if you think that the idea is stupid, please just try! Because it is not only about the result but also about the process. Also, showing others your warm and generous side will help your Venus a lot. Be yourself and don’t hide even weird and unusual sides of you because it is still you. Love yourself and respect your desires, enjoy life, and be optimistic about the world! Also, your self-esteem improves when you are the best at something. It shouldn’t be something great, it can be just a little thing that is only yours.

Venus in the 6th house

Your self-esteem improves when you build your plans and fulfill them. Yes, the 6th house here is all about working on yourself. You feel fulfilled when you follow your own rules and routines. It makes you feel like everything is in its place. Sometimes others find your little habits weird but it is who you are. Also, healthy nutrition and sport will make you feel more confident. Being healthy and put together improves your self-esteem. In addition, helping others helps you as well! The 6th house is all about service and when you help someone you feel fulfillment. It is just your essence so don’t hide it!

Venus in the 7th house

Venus here is in its own house but this placement is kind of tricky. Sometimes your self-esteem depends on your partner and you can’t find solid ground for your own personality. It can be so frustrating that you may feel even empty without a partner. However, this situation is not healthy because Venus and the 7th house are all about balance. Yes, Venus in the 7th house screams PARTNERSHIP, but you need to find balance. Give and take equally, respect each other and find harmony in this relationship. This is the main lesson for Venus in the 7th house. Your self-esteem improves when you and your partner find balance and peace in your relationship.

Venus in the 8th house

The 8th house is all about transformations so sometimes having Venus in the 8th house feels unbearable. Your self-esteem transforms constantly. Sometimes you almost don’t feel it but sometimes it breaks your heart. However, it is the essence of this placement. You need to transform yourself and the perception of your values. Life will give you a lot of critical situations that will test your values and self-confidence. Yes, this is not an easy placement to have, but this tough experience makes your self-esteem unbreakable and solid and you become wise and unstoppable.

Venus in the 9th house

Your self-esteem improves when you get new experience and share it with others. It is so important for you to explore the world and build your own philosophy in life. You need to dig deep into the definition of the word «freedom». Your self-esteem improves when you feel no pressure and when you can do whatever you want with your life. Advice-giving is so good for your Venus. You have a lot to share with others so do that! Also, any kind of exploration of other cultures is good, whether it be a new language or travel. Your self-esteem improves when you can help others using your own experience. That is why you would be a great couch!

Venus in the 10th house

Your self-esteem improves when you are the best of the best in your field. You need respect and admiration from others. However, it is important to mention the difference between dependence on someone's opinion and deserved admiration for hard work. The second case is about Venus in the 10th house. Your self-esteem improves when you work hard on your goal and it doesn’t matter how big it is. You just need to build a plan and follow it until your goal is reached. Your self-esteem NEEDS to have a goal. It can be something small but also don’t shy away from big ones!

Venus in the 11th house

Your self-esteem grows when you are not afraid to express your authentic self and show your weird sides to the world. It is extremely important not to think about the opinion of others when it comes to your self-expression and creativity. Sometimes your ideas may seem strange but it is where the real innovation lies! Your self-esteem improves when you feel that your life is fully yours and you can do whatever you want. Also, like-minded people give you confidence because you know that you are not the only one. In addition, participation in some social activities helps your Venus to feel better. For example, charity or fighting for someone's rights.

Venus in the 12th house

Your self-esteem improves when you can express your deep emotions through creativity. Whether it be music or theatre, you need to find a way to free your endless feelings. It can be something small! Also, your self-esteem improves when you help those who are in need. However, be careful! Your sweet soul sometimes doesn’t understand when people take advantage of you. Everything must be in balance. Also, you need to find a field where you can use your empathic gifts to help others. For example, psychology, astrology, therapy, etc.

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bblovetarot · 5 months

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{𖥔} What in your life needs your attention?

ʚ ═══･୨ꕤ୧･═══ ɞ Pick a Pile ʚ ═══･୨ꕤ୧･═══ ɞ

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。°⚠︎°。follow your intuition when choosing a pile. if you're drawn to more than one pile, that's okay! you may have messages in more than one.

。°⚠︎°。tarot readings are not 100% accurate, and do not dictate your future. please keep in mind that you have free will. these readings are also general and aren't specific to one person, so please take what resonates and leave what doesn't!

Pile 1

Pile 1, it seems that there's a crucial aspect of your life that needs attention—how past family treatment affects your present. Hurtful family beliefs or traditions may have shaped you into someone who lacks joy, hesitates to explore the world, and tries new things. There's a sense that you may have become cynical, losing belief in yourself and the possibility of miracles. Short bursts of inspiration often don't stick, and family might have led you to believe that your true dreams are unattainable, pushing you towards what's considered traditional and normal. However, these beliefs aren't serving you well, Pile 1. They've turned your perspective on life negative, making it challenging to find meaning in even the small things. You may be accustomed to doing what's perceived as normal and easy, but for growth and progress, stepping out of your comfort zone is necessary. There's a message, perhaps for some of you about moving out of a family home, but the fear of the unknown and the comfort of the familiar holds you back. It's essential to recognize that you might not be taking the right steps to get what you truly desire. You may have grand ideas for yourself but believe you can't implement them, thinking they're impossible or that you don't deserve them. It's crucial to understand that you, more than external factors, are the one holding yourself back. Bringing happiness and peace into your life will provide clarity and help you move forward. What brings you joy? What inspires you?Pay attention to your mindset and surroundings that might be hindering progress. Don't let internal doubts rob you of the opportunity to be truly happy in this lifetime. Spirit advises you to prepare for what comes when tackling these issues—it won't be easy, but it's a necessary transformation for your growth, much like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly. Trust that the universe will be with you every step of the way, guiding you through the darkness of uncertainty. Remember, everything happens for a reason.

Pile 2

It seems that there's someone in your life, Pile 3, who demands your attention, possibly a family member or someone you share a lot of happiness with. This person may exhibit characteristics of laziness, depression, reckless spending habits leading to financial burdens, or an excessive obsession with money. Whether describing someone else or reflecting aspects of yourself, take what resonates. This person appears to be ungrounded, potentially battling mental or physical illnesses, and displaying reckless tendencies. If this doesn't directly apply to you, it seems you feel caught in a dilemma about deciding whether to keep this person in your life. While you share many happy memories, you could be weary of their actions and arrogant behavior. There may not be direct rudeness or abuse, but a sense of unhealthy coping mechanisms. You might be contemplating whether to cut ties with them, desiring peace, calmness, and a journey towards happiness and healing. The universe advises you to listen to your intuition and heart, assuring you that you're supported in your decision. It's undoubtedly a tough choice, but prioritize your own well-being and happiness. You don't necessarily have to completely cut this person out, but creating some distance might be beneficial. If you resonate with the described person, it's crucial to focus on gaining control over impulsive actions, understanding that your current behavior is throwing you out of alignment. Strive for balance in various aspects of your life and tap into your intuition for true happiness. Check your level of confidence and assertiveness, ensuring it doesn't come off as overly pushy or arrogant. Reflect on how you present yourself to others, how you treat them and yourself, and where insecurities might be affecting your life. This can guide you towards a healthier and more balanced existence.

Pile 3

It appears that there's a childhood dream or a creative aspiration that once brought joy to your inner child. However, over time, it seems you've given up on this dream, possibly due to the challenges you faced when you attempted to pursue it. Fear of others' opinions, especially the potential for competition or tension, might be holding you back. If not competitiveness, it could be concerns about how others perceive your dream. The message emphasizes the importance of standing up for yourself and not letting others' opinions hinder your pursuit of happiness. Pay attention to your soul's calling and drown out the external noise. Embarking on this dream might induce stress, especially as it involves taking on significant responsibilities. However, you're not obligated to carry the burden alone. There's a suggestion to examine how you might be overwhelming yourself with unnecessary stress on this journey. Consider taking on responsibilities gradually rather than piling them all at once. Be mindful of your pacing and avoid rushing into things. It's essential to find a balance that allows you to move forward without burning yourself out, regaining motivation, and instilling discipline in pursuing this dream of yours.

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theblackfemininesociety · 5 months

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Ladies, 2024 is personal.

Dear Besties and future Besties,

We're starting FRESH this year, I want to encourage each and every one of you to dedicate 2024 to becoming your best self, from the inside out. This is your ✨IT Girl era✨, a time to prioritize self-care, personal growth, and breaking old habits.

Start by investing in your mental and emotional well-being. Consider therapy or counseling to unpack any past traumas, explore your innermost thoughts and feelings, and gain a deeper understanding of yourself. Remember, healing is a journey, and seeking professional help is a sign of strength, not weakness.

Let's focus on our physical well-being. Make time for regular workouts and prioritize your health. Whether it's hitting the gym, practicing yoga, or simply going for a walk, physical activity not only benefits your body but also clears your mind and boosts your confidence.

Breaking old habits is never easy, but this year, let's challenge ourselves to do just that. Identify any negative patterns or addictions that hold you back and take the necessary steps to overcome them. Seek support from loved ones, join our group, or even consider professional help. Remember, you have the power to change your life. ✨💞

In the midst of this transformation, it's crucial to practice being more private and working smarter. In a world that often values constant sharing and busyness, find solace in quiet moments and focus on the tasks that truly matter. Prioritize your goals, streamline your efforts, and eliminate distractions. By doing so, you'll find that you can accomplish more in less time, leaving room for personal growth and self-care. You are not for everyone, be selective with your energy this year babe. 🩷

Financial stability is vital, so let's make it a priority this year. Save your money, create a budget, and invest in your future. By being mindful of your spending habits and making smart financial decisions, you'll be empowering yourself to live a life of financial freedom and security.

Remember, peace is the REAL luxury. Prioritize your mental and emotional well-being above all else. Surround yourself with positivity, cut out toxic relationships, and embrace moments of solitude. By cultivating inner peace, you'll radiate strength and tranquility, attracting positivity and abundance into your life.

Lastly, love on yourself. You are more precious than rubies and daughters of the most high God. Embrace your worth and never settle for less than you deserve. Set boundaries, demand respect, and prioritize your own happiness. By loving and valuing yourself, you'll attract those who do the same.

In the upcoming year, let's remain humble, determined, and refuse to accept anything less than what we truly deserve. 🥂

We will continue to work with you on becoming the best versions of yourself! Please take advantage of all of our guides/ resources (click here) & there’s plenty more ahead, stay tuned!

Xoxo,

The Black Feminine Society 💋

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balkanradfem · 5 months

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It was a while ago I read this tumblr post, which still comes to my mind every time I think about the future. It was explaining in an insightful way, how it's not a violent revolution that will bring forward the better future, it's slow and consistent change of our everyday life, of our habits, the resources we use and the way we go about achieving things. If we're hoping for a future where we're not dependent on capitalism, not destroying the environment, not robbed of our labour for a fraction of the money we need to survive, we'll have to slowly die capitalism out, by changing our own living habits.

If a sudden shift happened, and capitalism stopped functioning overnight, for most of the people that would be unsurvivable, all of the resources, food, jobs and life-sustaining services would stop. And we can't afford that. But, if instead we slowly backed away from it, generated alternatives, created communities and systems that can sustain us without capitalism, then it would only be a matter of time before capitalism is fully dead, with everyone alive, everyone safe. And this slow shift would be able to happen through decades and generations, and it would still be a great positive shift, with a future in sight. Capitalism offers no survivable future, seemingly ready to last as long as it can by destroying whatever is left from the environment and people alike, for the benefit of the few.

So let's see how we got here, or how I feel, looking back, we got here.

People used to be less dependent on a global system of distribution of resources, even just a 100 years ago; survival and trade skills were passed down in families and communities, and people would be able to make inside of their home and communities, a big percentage of things that we today would buy at the store. In those times there was no other way to gain those resources but by relying on people's knowledge, skill and labour. The future, however, promised a more convenient and easy way to gain all those resources, because they would be made by machines, and thus cheaper. And things kept coming in cheaper, for no visible labour required; you just needed to have money to buy them, which not everyone had.

But this too, would change as cheaper and cheaper things arrived, and it became less convenient to make those things yourself or within your community, and more convenient to just trade some money, and have it all be done for you. For people then, it could mean less energy spent on survival, more leisure time, more health and longer lifespan – except, it didn't, because the jobs that they needed to earn that money, tended to take all of that away. So still, there was a lot produced at home or within the communities, independent workshops and artist shops, so people within in the community would benefit from each other, instead of benefiting some faceless global corporation.

And now we know where this went; conveniences started lining up to the point where not having a certain convenience meant that you were below the norm. They sometimes got mixed up with inconveniences, but those inconveniences were 'necessary'. For instance, pollution became necessary, highways, huge trucks delivering goods, the oil industry, destruction of forests and habitats, exploitation of the poor, extinction of certain animals, and by the end of it, the climate change.

When I was born, my mother and grandmother still attempted to pass some skills that their mothers taught them; I remember being taught how to knit at the age of 5, the activity which at that age, seemed awfully tedious and was soon abandoned, and my grandmother showed me how to crochet, which I also soon forgot. After the age of small child, they both looked at the world, shrugged and decided 'she won't need it', and they have stopped trying to teach me any skills of the sort.

Buying things, rather than making them, already seemed the norm. People were readily telling you that you are stupid for trying to make something, when you could get it in the store, for very little money. Having animals at home, or growing food, was slowly getting replaced by buying it cheap, or buying tons of snacks, and biscuits and cakes, which now you could get pre-packaged, readily available to consume at your leisure. If it brought lots of waste from packaging, plastic and other non-degradable materials, nobody cared, it was new, convenient, and available, and we would have it, and live luxuriously.

Soon nobody seemed to talk anymore, about what we used to do before we were able to buy anything we could possibly need at the store; nobody would tell me what were the names of the native plants, and which ones I could make into teas, I was instead told to change my priorities because this kind of behaviour will never get me any money. All of my efforts to do arts and crafts, to forage, to make things from scratch, to paint and invent stories, were called frivolous, because they would not generate the one thing that was now the only thing worth generating: money.

It simplifies things a lot, instead of making various, interesting, self-made and beloved items that would all require different knowledge and skills, a human is now required to put all of their talents into 1 thing that would generate revenue, and then do that one thing, for entire life, and this would present a normal life on earth now. This was how it was presented to me, and it was before I found out that keeping one job for the whole life, was no longer an option, that changing jobs was the norm and was not often volountary. I did not, however, understand how doing that one job would not make someone go insane, and nobody was explaining that to me, it was just, the life.

So while the world was shifting into this new concept of 'make nothing but money', the first millionaires started to appear, the billionaire was not even conceptual, having 1 million was equal to being the richest person on the planet. That is pretty laughable to us now. Back then, it felt like heading into a new exciting world, but we know better now. We understand that lives consisting of a job and thousands of conveniences, easily sends a human being into a depression. We understand that relying on a job to keep us alive, and having constantly to compete with everyone else unemployed, to get one, has brought us to a place where others are a competition, not a resource, not a community. We understand that living in a world where we have to market ourselves as a resource, causes a lot of us to lose self confidence and the feeling of value, while it sends others into obsession with becoming popular, gaining perceived value, gathering a public image, that would later prove to be profitable.

By this time, unknown to us all, this life of convenience and consumerism had caused immense damage to the environment, and we were mostly kept in the dark about it, so we wouldn't complain. We learned about the holes in the ozone layer, but were told it was merely the fault of certain aerosols, and the rest of the stuff was fine. We would in the future get to watch oil spills and devastation of animal habitats, never fully connecting it to corporations who were responsible. Acid rains were mentioned, but we were told they caused by the new pesticides, but it was the fault of the farmers, they said, who simply used too much of it. Now we know it was the exhaust fumes from cars, factories and coal power plants. Climate change was barely mentioned, and even less believed in. And now, we can no longer ignore it.

So, what do we do in order to progress? We obviously can't go back to where we came from, but we are now made aware that the amount of energy and resources we're consuming, and the amount of toxic waste we're creating, will devastate the planet to the point where a big chunk of it will become inhabitable, millions of both people and animals, will end up dead if we keep going. But wait! How can I blame the people for any of this, when it's obviously the corporations that are doing the most damage, lobbying and hiding what is in actuality going on? And you're completely correct, I would have to say, it is corporations, and for the most time, we really didn't know the extent of damage they were doing. So why are the corporations exactly doing all of this? For profit. And who's giving them all that profit? Well, the consumers, by consuming all of the oil, energy, goods, resources and products they make. So how do we take down the corporations? By not giving them any of the profits. But, we can't do that in the current state of the world, we need cars, and food, and that food to be shipped and delivered from the distant lands, and we are all depressed and if we can't at least have our favourite snack, food we're used to, little treats and pieces of clothing that make us happy, we no longer feel like we can live!

And that's where the slow and meaningful habit shift comes into place. The thing is, we're not the same people we were 50 or 100 years ago, we don't have the skills of our ancestors, we're not used to producing our own resources, we are out of touch with nature, and we struggle to find our communities and feel valued. But we also have, so much more information and education at our fingertips. We have more scientific data, we have more access to information, we have more people creating public resources, we have the experiences and wisdom of generations back, only waiting for us to reach out, to tap into what the humanity knew centuries ago.

We're made to do various activities! We thrive on changing our habits by season, even by weeks. We thrive in communities, with no competition for resources. We love creating art, music, crafts and beauty just for fun, and the communal value of it cannot be compared to money. We don't like being reduced into human resources or labour force, we don't like repetitive activities that don't produce results or seem nonsensical, we don't like to be stuck within one room for most of the day, we don't like being replaced when we stand up for our rights.

I can already see a lot of people valuing all of the things on this planet that cannot be exchanged for money, but have intricate value in our lives and experiences; wild animals, plants, forests, environments and ecosystems filled with life, little stories and jokes we tell to each other, making crafts just for the sake of making things, creating their own clothes or fabrics, learning how it was done in the past; growing food, foraging, herbalism, basketry, making of soap and fixing things on our own, visible mending, connections and building communities, we are remembering it's what we want and need, and we're not going to build it the way it was in the past; we're going to do it our own way, with the knowledge and experience we have, the way we think is the best. All we need to do is start small. Do one little shift that takes you one tiny step away from consumerism. Add one little enrichment in your life that doesn't have anything to do with money or purchasing. Find little ways to save on energy that doesn't make any dips in your happiness or comfort levels, that only requires a little bit of your attention or focus to do.

Big shifts are not sustainable, and are not survivable, but we didn't get here by a big shift; we got here by a series of small, almost invisible shifts that we barely felt were happening, until it was our new normal. We can do small, painless shifts too, but this time, they're going to be conscious, purposeful, with thoughts of the future behind it, and they're going to come from us. Not the corporations, not the money holders, but us, pushing the future to the direction that we want.

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꒰ Your negative thoughts ꒱

You have low-key villainized yourself, while others think that they're very kind people, you think that you're selfish and pushy. You also think that you're kind of catty and don't have an easy time making friends with women especially? You have internalised a belief that connections are not what make you truly happy. You kind of seek revenge, you might not be aware of it but you might imagine the look on people's faces when you look a certain way, have a certain amount of money or a certain lifestyle. Once in a while, you also tend to feel insecure, it could be regarding different things for different people, like for some of you, it might be when you're scrolling on tiktok and see pretty girls, for the others, it might be in regards to how much money you have, etc. For a select few of you, if someone was chosen over you by a love interest, you tend to wonder why you weren't enough. "Was I not pretty enough?", "Why would he/she choose me anyways?", etc. You have a strong belief that men or well, whatever sex/gender you're attracted to in a romantic manner, are not ready to commit (honestly, I do not blame you). You also believe that the people who you are attracted to are players, the type to leave people who they love. Most of you want people to present something tangible (like money) to you in terms of romantic proposals and relationships, etc. but rightfully, you tend to wonder if that's even possible in this generation. The people who you've dealt with in the past or have seen people in your life deal with, might've been really difficult to reason with.

The kind of people who don't apologise after doing the most soul crushing things but hold you accountable for every single thing that goes against their will. Honestly, they might have been the kind of people to go, "you do not understand me, my ex broke my heart in middle school!!" or maybe even the type of people who don't appreciate people doing household chores and are like "I bring a paycheck home so well, I do 90% for this house, all you do is stay at home all day. Household chores aren't even difficult," but are not willing to do them either and say something like "why would I cook and clean? I'm not a slave." I'm not saying that the above are the exact scenarios that you've had to deal with but the level of unreasonableness is just really concerning. Due to their unreasonableness, you think that most people are unreasonable. You also tend to worry about being unreasonable and think about things A LOT. You're the type to be like "was it necessary for me to act like that?" or "I will apologise since I was being unreasonable." You also tend to think a lot about whether the way you're acting is reasonable too. You might sometimes be like "I'm being too thoughtful in a world that lacks thoughtfulness" and feel bad though. You think that you're undergoing some sort of a negative karmic cycle. You are someone scared that you're stuck or not moving forward because maybe for some of you, you were forced to quit your school, university, job or whatever and for others, you simply feel like cycles kind of repeat in your life.

꒰ The loving truth ꒱

I think that for most if not all of you, your selfishness is just a result of resentment, maybe, you ended up being too selfless in the past and it didn't do you well. However, you guys are self serving, you like to make decisions that are the best for you and it doesn't make you selfish. Seeking revenge is kind of being heavy on you since you might end up making decisions from an ego-centric place but you're more than capable of fixing it. You're loveable for being you. Ofcourse, if someone chooses someone else over you, it's normal to be upset about it but trust me, in actuality it has little to nothing to do with you. You do not need to have a certain amount of money, certain kind of beauty or lifestyle in order to be loved. I hope that you're able to stop taking things so personally. I'm saying this from the most loving place, 'not everything is an attack on your worth.' About, people being non-committal, honestly, there are many people like that, however, some people do wish to have a loving relationship with a strong commitment towards one another.

Not all men or women are shitty, the ones you give your time to are. The right people will be willing to do everything you for you, as long as you appreciate it and wish to return the same energy to them. Trust me, you'll find people who you will be able to reason with and vice versa, people who do not victimize themselves or turn everything against you. The fact that you've dealt with unreasonable people actually has been quite helpful for you. You are able to correct your actions and face yourself in the mirror. While, you do villainize yourself, you cannot deny that you're a good person who tries to be a good person. About the karmic cycle, it might actually be true, however, everyone has negative karma and well the cycle is helping things work out for the highest good of all. I'm not sure if before, you tried to get out of toxic cycles but at this point, you're not lazy anymore, you're trying very hard to move forward and do what's the best for you. So, you're not stuck in any cycle. As I said before, things are working out for the highest good. Take good care of yourself, all love.

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꒰ Your negative thoughts ꒱

You guys tend to look at things through rose-tinted glasses and you know it. You often wonder if something is just your wishful thinking. Some of you might have gotten very comfortable with having options, if you do not make a good decision soon, you'll lose all the options (I'm not sure whether it's romantically, career wise or just life in general.) You always feel the need to refocus in life, you're always like, "what am I doing right? what am I doing wrong?", etc. while, it's quite good, it's kinda bad because you feel like it leads to you being worried about being disorganised. You wonder if people are not who they seem to be. Another thing is that you are in the spotlight and for some reason, it causes negative thoughts to emerge. You might have people who love projecting and call you ugly to your face or in another case, say that you're not all that just because you're pretty and popular. 'Prom queen' by Beach Bunny started playing. You understand that beauty is pain but most of you still continue striving for it. You might think that you're pretty because I'm not getting you being particularly insecure but there are times when you wish to look different, like, you might be Adriana Lima kind of pretty but want to be Blake Lively kind of pretty sometimes.

You really care about being popular, it seems to be something quite important to you or atleast your reputation. You do not like to look insecure, no matter how bad your day might be going, you try to look as confident as possible. Omg, the popularity didn't do you well is what I'm getting. You feel like you're tired of all the hardships in life. People love competing with you and you know it but you do not wish to compete. People try to compete with you and then accuse you of looking down on them? You're really guarded and wounded, you are aware of it too but you're not being able to stop it yet. Ofcourse, it's not possible to just switch it off but you'll get better soon, I have faith in you. Your negative experiences tend to weigh you down at times but it's only natural, it doesn't make you a bad human. You know that difficult times have made you a really resilient person but you wonder if you're being too guarded. You're aware that so many of your thoughts are simply just self fulfilling prophesies and you're trying to work through them, one at a time. I'm proud of you. You often look to the past in order to become a better person. You know that no one is coming to save you but you might overwork yourself due to that. You're really critical of yourself in general.

꒰ The loving truth ꒱

Honestly, there is a need to look at things through a realistic lens but don't become cynical. Some options are good while some aren't, that's just the way life is in general. Just try to use your discernment. You're beautiful just the way you are, you could try different looks but my advice would be to accept your body while still experimenting (as long as you're not harming yourself or anyone else). About being popular and your reputation, it is something you shouldn't worry about. The moment you start simply focusing on being the best version of yourself without caring about popularity, etc. is when you'll receive the most popularity and support, ofcourse, there'll be haters too but you get the point. Confidence is good, one more way of building confidence is through working on yourself and growing as a person. It's not your fault that people project onto you, slowly but surely, you're healing.

You shine which makes others insecure but it has nothing to do with you. While, your reputation and popularity does mean something to you, you are really scared of being the center of attention in any way at this point. My tip is to love yourself enough to not dim your shine. You are a really persistent person so you shouldn't have to worry about competitive but incompetent people trying to make you feel trashy. My tip is to let your guard down in front of certain people. Try to understand how your choices affect you without being too hard on yourself, you've always done your best and still are. It's quite obvious in the cards. Try to pace yourself in terms of work and self development. Realistically, it's not possible that you become 1% better everyday but it's possible that you try as hard as possible, not to the point of a burnout though. You know it but you're living life and learning through your experiences, I'm proud of you.

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꒰ Your negative thoughts ꒱

You've suffered the loss of something that wasn't exactly good and you know it but you're still letting it occupy your mind. You tend to have a lot of negative thoughts, like it seems like it's difficult to even keep a track. You think that people gossip about you and you don't mind it but maybe when it comes to your achievements in life, you are kind of insecure. You find yourself being jealous of people, you don't let it get the best of you ofcourse. You might feel a lot of anger, even at small things. If you're plotting something against people who have hurt you or well just plotting against someone in general, you need to stop. It doesn't need to be a great plot, it could be something like "I'm going to date ___ so that I can make her realise who the fuck I am." It doesn't need to be this ofcourse but you get it. Just don't let these people control how you live life. This plan is going to terribly backfire if you continue going. You're bitter about almost everything right now. Probably, past things still weigh heavily on you, maybe for some of you it was recent and for others, you just take longer to heal. People seem to have been really reckless when it comes to you because you seem very strong and they felt insecure. You wish to win, no matter what it takes.

You know that you need to get your mindset and life together but you don't know where to start, it's causing a lot of mental health issues for you. I feel like your emotions are making things mentally really hard for you and it's completely understandable. Emotions are normal, trust me when I see this, even people who decisively take actions in order to leave certain people and situations behind because it no longer serves them tend to cry and take time to heal. Most of you have let go of something or someone really precious to you even though they were definitely not worth it (could be multiple people) but some of you are still not being able to let go. Once, you let go, your negative thoughts will decrease. Letting go seems to be really painful for you, it's alright ! You're allowed to take your time. The changes you've gone through have been really drastic and it is scary. I feel like something is still very fresh, it still tugs at your heart, something or someone that makes you feel disappointed everytime you think about it or them. You think that you're a failure even though you're not. You just seem to be extremely disappointed at how things have turned out.

꒰ The loving truth ꒱

People do seem to gossip about you but it gives you the opportunity to become the best version of yourself to the point, people do not even believe negative things about you and if they do, it's out of jealousy. About your negative thoughts, you should meditate and write them down, process them properly and let go, little by little. You being insecure about your achievements is a clue as to you not being happy with where you are in life. You should try to accomplish things and better yourself. Also, your worth is not attached to anything outside of you, your character makes you worthy enough. Learn how to turn jealousy into admiration in order to become better as a person. Once, you start meditating, I'm sure that your anger will get better. It's okay to take time to heal but you do not have the right to hurt others just because you're hurt.

You will win, if you direct energy into yourself. Use the anger and bitterness as a source of toxic motivation. If you got involved in some sort of drama or fight recently, you need to think about what the other person/people said or did. You'll find your answers. It's alright, healing takes time, getting better takes time, building a certain lifestyle takes time. You should take time and space to consider your next steps (I feel like you're already there but you're still struggling, it'll get better if you try to be more decisive). As I said before being upset and grieving is alright ! You're allowed to take your time. Your outsides changing is simply a redirection for you to change your inside too. You'll find friends who will support you very soon. It's okay to be disappointed but you're not a failure, you have everything you need in order to move forward. Please take care of yourself, all love.

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capfalcon · 2 years

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you know, i know a part of season 5 of leverage is eliot teaching parker to love and enjoy food, and i think the origin of that makes me so sad but also so in awe of the character development and world building that leverage had.

in her “home” warehouse thing, parker only basically had boxes of cereal, and it makes sense. she didn’t have a home. she didn’t have parents who made her food. she was a thief. she was on the run, she probably didn’t have tons of money at any given time, and she never had the time or resources to learn to cook. so what’s easy to eat, reliable, and not very expensive? cereal. all you really need is a bowl and maybe some milk, which she could’ve gotten pretty easily. you don’t even really need the milk, if pressed. and it’s sad, it’s heartbreaking really. because at first, it’s introduced as this funny thing she does, hoarding cereal and only eating that, but it makes perfect sense. she didn’t have anyone cooking her meals, she didn’t have anyone keeping her fed. it was on her to find food, to keep herself alive. so she found a food that she could eat, and she stuck with it.

in the background of jobs sometimes, we see her eating cereal at nate’s place, etc. and i have so many personal thoughts about this, like nate personally making sure that his place is always stocked for her, and the rest of the crew doing the same. but i also think part of it in my head is about them letting her. letting her come into their spaces and having food for her, and letting her have it, so she’s comfortable.

in relation to eliot teaching her about food, it makes perfect sense that she doesn’t really get it. because what do we always talk about? food being love, right? food relating to family? food being a place to gather? parker never had any of that. any of it. she’s never had that relationship with food or people, at least in the past. to her food is the same as sleep, necessary but not really anything to dwell on.

and i think, that, more than anything else, to me, encapsulates parker. one of the most heartbreaking scenes in the show for me is the one where parker doesn’t want to turn the orphaned kids over to the government because they’ll be hurt, or “turn out like me (her).” parker knows that she isn’t okay. parker knows that she doesn’t fit in. parker knows all of these things, and she understands the gap between her and “normal” people. and i think that gap is so exquisitely captured in her relationship with food, because food is about so much more than itself, but parker never got to experience that. food is love, and parker never got that growing up. so i think it’s really so important that eliot is the one teaching her about food, because he’s one of the first people that’s truly, really loved her.

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yandereorg · 1 year

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐲

Request:Jason and Damian gets broken up with?

yandere!aged!Damian Wayne x reader

warnings:yandere behaviours, murder, torture, dog attack

Damian wore his father's face, along with his disease ridden way of love, but Damian did differ from his father in a small way, he was not above murder. Damian was always swift to recognise his infatuation, you festered and gnawed at his brain, leaving Damian in an unfamiliar haze of uncertainty, everyone noticed. Dick helped, seeing how love haunted the younger man, though Damian didn't share the same charms as his brother, so he took a different approach, but you were his by the end of the week.

Damian was a little weird but you felt the love radiating off of him, his eyes never left you, you were never left alone. Damian constantly took mental notes, those who's eyes lingered, others who felt it necessary to bother you, some who's wicked whispered would be the death of them, they started going missing. Damians primitive precautions turned everyone fearful, driving you into his arms, his gated home on a grand estate with the cutest guard dog you had ever meet, Ace, also helped. You felt safe confined to Damian's bed, so warm you could suffocate, the outside world felt so far away. but you had what you needed, Damian and the most perfect dog

The strawberry sugar love that you shared soon turned rancid, Damian had told you he had to help out Bruce, he left his location on. You wished to do something kind, and Damian's home was awfully lonely when it was just you and ace, so you grabbed your keys and left, ace in tow.

Screams echoed throughout the long abandoned building, blood covering Damian as gutted the wolf whistler, the only thing waking him from the mindless rage that occupied his mind was the ping from his phone, you had gone out his heart began to pull itself out of his chest, what if you were running? or if someone hurt you? but it was quickly put to rest when your debit card activity revealed that you were just picking up food, he must thank Tim for advising him to gain access to you banking, frighteningly easy he found. and so he got back to his hobby.

Iron filled the air, it was an assault on your senses, Damian hadn't explain what they were doing there but does anyone know what the Waynes do? You had thought Bruce's business was probably a front for money laundering, you now giggled at the thought. The air continued to thicken with the essence of blood as you searched the eerie factory, Ace tried to pull you back as if he could foretell the unfortunate events about to happen.

He had moved on to the next body, so much scum to clear up so little time, the sinner let out a blood curdling scream as he pierced them with the knife, slowly bringing it down, inflicted as much pain as possible, organs revealed themselves such as you did with a scream. You ran, no time to think, you just began to run. This didn't last long however, with a single command from Damian, Ace had tackled you; tears took other as the blood soaked Damian walk over to you, apologising, still calling you his beloved. The last moments you remember before passing out was spiting in his face and his hands wrapping around your throat, constricting until the world turned into a blank void.

When you awoke, you were once again confided to his bed, Ace besides you, he barked every time you grabbed something or moved a little too fast, only in Damian's absence though and he didn't leave your side often. He brought in Alfred, so he wouldn't have to leave your side.

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❤️‍🩹Lifeline | MYG❤️‍🩹

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

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In the spirit of the season I thought I’d give the first chapter of this new fic to you all 🤗 I haven’t fully worked out the specific day, but I’ll be posting a chapter a week after the new year so stay tuned! 💜

Ch. 1: Love

Time seems slow when you’re in the middle of it. Even slower when you’re looking forward to something. Yoongi spent 21 months away from his home, his members, Army, his family, and his girlfriend who he had only been dating 3 short months before he had to leave.

Yoongi and Hyeri had known each other before, both being under Hybe as artists. Na Hyeri, stage name: Rainbow, began her idol career with a short lived girl group called Two Piece under a much smaller company. The group disbanded after just two mini albums, and a lot of attention thanks to their company infamously mishandling everything from money to the artist’s safety and well-being. When the smoke died down, Hyeri signed with Hybe as a solo artist and has made a name for herself in the few years since her solo debut.

She first met Yoongi when he produced a song that she performed for a tourism campaign. The song made waves across social media and beyond and Hyeri found herself gaining a mass of new fans. The first time they ran into each other after the campaign took off, Hyeri jokingly thanked Yoongi for the new fans. That turned into an hour long conversation that was the beginning of a new relationship.

After endless texts, phone calls, and sneaking to see each other around the company building whenever they could, they became official. To themselves mostly and close family and friends. Yoongi told the rest of the members and Hyeri told her best friends and former bandmates, Haeun and Minji. To the rest of the world they’re just label mates who worked on a song together.

Being under the same company made things easy. Moving in together 2 months later made things even easier. Yoongi’s enlistment however, made things harder.

For 21 months Hyeri lived alone waiting for Yoongi with the rest of the world. His few vacation times never seemed long enough and his discharge date seemed like it was centuries away.

Then he was back. And just like that those 21 months didn’t seem so bad after all. Things were as they had been before with all seven of them back together again.

Hyeri had begun taking more and more acting jobs so she was fairly busy, but always left a note and a snack for Yoongi when she’d leave before him. Other times she would give him a soft kiss when she’d come home late and find him already asleep. Yoongi always sent her a meal if she were home and he wasn’t. The nights he spent in his studio instead of home he would make up for with more gifts than necessary. Jewelry, stuffed animals, posters of himself, and the occasional pair of shoes despite him telling her he wouldn’t buy her shoes since she already has so many.

Once the group’s big post-military comeback had concluded, Yoongi felt truly happy. He was back with his brothers making music and seeing Army again, and he had his girlfriend by his side who he’s deeply in love with. All felt right in the world.

Yoongi had begun working on new music for the group’s upcoming full length album. He’s been in his studio much more instead of home, but it’s not too bad. Hyeri finished shooting her small parts in a drama she was cast in and had begun working on a couple of songs for the soundtrack. When she was done recording for the day, she would come by Yoongi’s studio and spend as much time there as she could since she knows he may not come home that night.

This day is like any other. Hyeri finished her final recording session and dropped by Yoongi’s studio with a dinner of his favorite cheat meal, noodles. They both sit on his couch eating, chatting, and cuddling a bit once they’ve cleared their bowls.

“I think this may have been my last recording session,” Hyeri says with her legs rested across Yoongi’s lap.

“So you’re really going to do it?” Yoongi asks.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “I know it’s going to suck and you’re going to hate it, but I just…” she pauses and looks up at his face. He may be expressionless, but she knows that’s just him trying to hide his disappointment.

“Hybe is more of a music company, you know that,” she continues. “I just really think I’ll have much better acting opportunities with JJS since they’re such a successful acting agency.”

JJS is one of the top entertainment agencies in the acting world. They house some of the best entertainers in the industry, from romance movie heartthrobs, variety show comedians who have become household names, and even action movie baddies. Hyeri had been looking into switching companies so that she can embark on her new career as a full time actress. She’s gotten a number of roles through Hybe already. Mostly a few commercials and a couple of small cameos in tv shows. For her, switching to JJS could mean finally getting her breakout opportunity to send her acting career soaring.

“I know we won’t get to see each other like this anymore,” she says. “But we’ll still see each other at home. Don’t be mad,” she pouts.

“I’m not mad,” Yoongi says caressing her leg. “I told you before I would support you no matter what you decide.”

“But you still don’t like it.”

“It’s fine. We’ll see each other at home, right?”

“We never see each other at home,” she pouts more.

“You just said…” he chuckles shaking his head and pulls her closer to him. “We’ll make it work. I want you to follow your dreams. Don’t hold yourself back because of me.”

“Are you sure you’re ok with it? Do you think it will make things hard?”

“Not as hard as me being away for 21 months,” he chuckles. “Trust me.”She nods and he gives her a reassuring kiss.

Hyeri goes back and forth on whether she’s making the right decision. Yoongi constantly tells her she is but she’s struggling to believe it. She spends less time in the company building since she’s not working on anything and will be leaving soon. That means she’s been home alone a lot. It’s nothing new to her, but she’s starting to realize how hard it may actually be. Especially when she starts working again.

Yoongi is the perfect support for her. He keeps her sane and assures her that he’ll stand by her no matter what she does or where she goes. Sure it will come with challenges, but he knows they can make it work.

Things start off fine. News of Hyeri signing with JJS was met with lots of support from her fans. She immediately landed a small supporting role in a movie and Yoongi couldn’t be happier for her.

Shooting on the movie began and that became the true test of their relationship. They rarely saw each other. When one of them would leave or come home, the other would be asleep. Yoongi would even spend less time in his studio so he could be home on the off chance that she gets there early. She never did and he would spend another night falling asleep alone.

It’s frustrating for them both to be so close yet so far from each other. Yoongi has completed the majority of his work on the songs for their new album. Even with endless recording and dance practices, he still can’t seem to find enough to do to keep his mind off of the empty space in his bed that smells like Hyeri.

They text when they can but it’s never enough. They miss each other and start to feel like they were able to talk to each other more when he was in the military. No matter how hard they try or how bad they want it, they can never seem to get their schedules to line up.

One day that finally changes. A month into Hyeri’s shoot, and about a month before Yoongi embarks on another BTS comeback era, they find an overlap in free time in their schedules. Yoongi had a gap in his schedule that gave him a bit of free time. He typically would spend that time in his studio. However, Hyeri had a last minute cancellation that gave her the rest of the evening off.

Yoongi only has an hour to see Hyeri so he rushes out and tells her to meet him at a nearby restaurant for dinner. He would rather see her at home so they can be in private, but the further he has to go, the less time that will leave him with Hyeri. He’s so desperate that he doesn’t want to lose a second.

Since time is limited and privacy is important, Yoongi chose a small snack food place that he and the members had been going to for many years. They always have a table in the back away from the public eye for them. It’s private enough and a quick meal.

Yoongi arrives at the restaurant first. He doesn’t have to wait long before Hyeri arrives, though to him it felt like hours. She looks around a moment then runs to give Yoongi a long kiss filled with so much pent up longing.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in years,” Hyeri says kissing him again.

“I missed you,” he says stealing one more kiss before she takes her seat across from him.

“I wish we had time but I’ll take this over nothing,” she says quickly scanning the menu. “There’s so much I want to tell you about the movie shoot! It’s been so much fun and everyone has been really cool. I really think I made the right choice. I just wish it didn’t keep me away from you so much.”

“I know, Bow,” he says, calling her by the shortened version of her stage name, Rainbow. “You’ll have more time once the shooting is done. Then even more time when you finish all the promos.”

“I know, baby, but aren’t you guys going on your world tour around the time I finish shooting? I know things haven’t been finalized yet, but we really wouldn’t have much time together before you’re off traveling the world.”

Yoongi knows she’s right and it breaks his heart to see the sadness in her eyes. Their server comes by to take their order before he can think of something to say to make her feel better.

After placing their order and sitting in silence a few moments, Yoongi reaches across the table and takes Hyeri’s small hands into his.

“I wish I could take you with me,” he says forcing a smile.

“I don’t know,” she chuckles trying to lighten the mood. “You might get sick of me then.”

“I won’t get sick of you,” he chuckles. “Even when you’re annoying, you’re still beautiful.”

“Are you trying to romance me, Mr. Min?” She jokes.

“I was only stating a fact,” he chuckles.

“Admit it, Yoon-gya, you like me,” she laughs calling him by the nickname that never fails to make him laugh.

When Hyeri first met Jin he was speaking so fast she could hardly understand him. When she heard him shout “Yoongi-ah” it sounded like “Yoon-gya” to her. After they began dating she asked Yoongi why Jin calls him “Yoon-gya”. Yoongi was confused at first, but once he realized what she was saying he never let it go. In return she calls him that whenever she’s messing with him.

“I love you,” he chuckles. “But still…you’ll wait for me, won’t you?”

“Of course I will, babe.” She shakes her head knowing he should know better. “I’m not going anywhere. It’s going to take more than an enlistment and a world tour to get rid of me.”

He gives her hands a light squeeze and flashes his gummy smile in happiness. Both of them are soaking up each other’s presence in this rare moment they have together. They continue talking about work and things they haven’t been able to tell through text. Their food arrives and they continue chatting as they eat.

That hour is much too short. It only felt like a few minutes to them, but they look and now it’s time for Yoongi to return to the office for his scheduled recording session. It’s hard for them to let each other go. They stand in front of the restaurant lingering a moment trying to find the courage to leave.

“I’ll try to stay up for you,” Hyeri says.

“Hopefully we can make it quick. I’ll come straight home once I’m done.” He reaches for her hand out of habit briefly forgetting that they’re out on the street. She doesn’t stop him though. She takes his hand for just a brief moment to feel his warmth a second longer, then let’s go.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long,” she smiles. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he smiles.

They both head to their cars and go off their separate ways. They hate to leave after finally getting a moment of togetherness. That only gives Yoongi a much greater sense of urgency the rest of the evening.

When he returns to the studio it’s clear to everyone he’s trying to get things done quickly. He has no time for small talk or getting off track with mindless conversations. The sooner this is done the better.

“Hyung,” Jimin says exiting the recording booth. “Take it easy. Why are you in such a hurry?”

“She’s waiting for me,” Yoongi says with no further explanation.

“Ah,” Jimin nods. He knows exactly what Yoongi means. He knows what Hyeri means to Yoongi so he doesn’t need any further explanation. “Get in there and finish up then.”

Before Yoongi, Jimin is the last one to finish recording. Now that he’s done he switches places with Yoongi to help things move along faster. Jimin doesn’t mind staying a bit later so Yoongi can get home. It takes a little longer than Yoongi would like, but he finally finishes and rushes off to go home without giving Jimin a second look. Jimin follows him out and simply laughs to himself at how flustered his hyung is. He knows Yoongi is in deep.

Yoongi returns home at 1am hoping Hyeri is still awake. When he steps inside all of the lights are off and he fears he may be too late. That is, until he reaches the bedroom and he can hear the shower running.

Hyeri had just gotten in the shower after finishing a late meal. She was fighting her sleep in hopes that Yoongi would be home soon. She decided to hop in the shower in an attempt to stay awake just a little longer.

She leans her head back and closes her eyes as the water runs through her hair and down her back. The warm water is relaxing so she stands there not moving for a few moments. She takes a deep breath and just then she can feel a hand on her waist.

She opens her eyes to see Yoongi entering the shower and pulling her close to his bare body. She isn’t sure how he managed to get home and get undressed without her hearing a thing, but it doesn’t matter. She instantly wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in for a kiss.

“I’m so glad you’re still awake,” Yoongi says in a low tone. “I feel like I haven’t gotten to hold you in way too long.”

“I know,” she says kissing him again. “I never knew I could miss you so much when we live together.”

He feels the same but rather than saying so, he pulls her in tighter for a heavier kiss. His hands trace every wet part of her body until he reaches between her legs and softly teases her clit. He lives for the breathy moan she lets out at the feeling of him. The sound he’s missed, the feel he’s missed, the taste he’s missed. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

He continues kissing her, slipping his tongue into her mouth and swallowing every sound of hers until he presses her back against the shower wall. His level of arousal is almost unbearable in this moment. So many missed connections and lonely nights are overflowing and poking her pelvis in the process.

“I love you so much, Bow,” he growls lifting her leg and wrapping it around his waist.

“I love you too, baby,” she whispers anticipating his entry that is much desired.

He presses her into the wall harder and takes his tongue on a tour of her neck and chest until he reaches her tits. He loves to see her like this. Melting in his arms and breathing heavily for what he’s about to give her.

He fills her up slowly sending waves of heat through her body until he can’t go any further. He pauses in place and stares her down. He could die in her big brown eyes that are staring up at him with lustful anticipation.

He starts slowly. Easing in and out of her delicately as if she were made of porcelain. In his mind she is. Right now, she’s his beautiful porcelain doll that he’ll never break.

“You feel so good,” he whispers taking her lips again.

She tightens her hold around his neck and arches her back pressing her chest into him more. It’s her silent way of telling him she wants it faster and harder. She wants his love to break her.

He takes the hint and picks up speed while pressing her harder against the shower wall. Her unsteady breaths fuel his powerful strokes more and more. Her moans sing a song that he’ll never get tired of. He can feel that overwhelming pressure within him getting closer to exploding out of every part of him.

The way her nails dig into the back of his neck lets him know she’s just about to lose it. He’s just about to lose it. Her pussy tightens around him sucking his oxygen out.

He growls at her, becoming more relentless and desperate with each stroke.

“I love you so fucking much,” she pants.

The rhythm of his hips sends her over the moon. Her nails dig deeper into his skin as she searches for some bit of stability. He lets out a deep purr when his muscles start to tense and his vision begins to fade.

“I love you,” she repeats kissing his neck. She continues to hang on to him until his hips slow to a stop and his purrs decrease to heavy breaths.

“I love you too, Hyeri,” he says once he has his voice back.

He slides out of her and kisses her softly. She lowers her leg from around his waist and smiles up at him.

“I don’t think I’ll have trouble falling asleep tonight,” she says.

“Good,” he says nipping at her bottom lip. “You only have about three hours before you have to leave.”

“Perfect,” she sarcastically huffs dreading her very early call time that she could have been well rested for had she not stayed up waiting for Yoongi. “I guess I should get to bed then.”

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eoieopda · 1 year

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Congrats on 2k!!🥳💋✨

As for the request- for the love of God, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 do a Seokjin + fake dating au where he realises he is falling for reader😭

i gotchu, boo!

the one with seokjin and without complaints

pairing: kim seokjin x gn!reader type: drabble | type: fluff | wc: 973 summary: you don’t want to arrive dateless to a wedding your ex is also attending. enter friend and local hero, kim seokjin. au: fake dating, drunken confession. cw: alcohol use & moderate tipsiness, blatant inspo. by “leonard cohen” — boygenius, not proofread tbh 🤪 rating: pg15 *regardless, my content is not for minors. minors or ageless blogs who interact with my content will be blocked.

When you pulled up outside Seokjin’s apartment building to find him waiting on the sidewalk, you were all smiles. He’d hopped in the passenger seat, did his best not to stare at you in all your satin-wrapped glory, and asked one last time if you were sure you didn’t want him to drive. You, despite your absolutely abysmal sense of direction, declined.

And then you were off, headed for the highway with only the faintest hint of anxiety vibrating through you. As you drove, you’d thanked him for his service — for the thousandth time — and he’d reminded you — for the thousandth time — that it wasn’t necessary. He’d meant it he said he’d do anything for you, up to and including spending too much money on a new suit just to make your shithead ex feel slightly worse.

After a few minutes of easy conversation, you reached the on-ramp and stopped at the red light. Noticing the song that shuffled to the top of the queue, he’d moved to change it to something that wasn’t garbage. With a flexed brow and all the emphasis in the world, you hit him with a challenge he couldn’t turn down:

“Seokjin-ah, if you love me, you will listen to this song.”

So, he’d let you enjoy your own questionable taste in music without complaint. Of course, he’d realized a long time ago that you were headed in the wrong direction, but Seokjin would’ve rather died than interrupt the full-blown performance you were giving within the confines of your seatbelt.

He couldn’t tell what prompted the butterflies to appear en masse in his stomach: the way you’d blushed when the song ended and he clued you into your mistake, or the prospect of more time to swap embarrassing stories the other somehow hadn’t heard yet. The unintentional detour had added an hour to the drive, but Seokjin had no complaints about that, either.

Eventually, you’d reached your destination and whipped into the venue’s parking lot at a rate of speed Seokjin could only describe as criminal. Claiming the last remaining space before some other straggler could snag it, you’d turned and shot him a wink that made him go a little bit stupid.

It suddenly made sense why you’d never been hit with a moving violation. Nobody on the receiving end of that smile could have the strength of will to ticket you.

“Ready?” He’d asked once he joined you on the pavement, glancing at the entrance before his eyes flicked over to you.

You didn’t look it, but you’d swallowed hard and said, “Ready.”

Like it was the hundredth time and not the first, your hand slipped into his and squeezed tight. Distinctly not ready, you’d followed his lead as he headed towards the front doors. Seokjin caught sight of your joint reflection in the glass pane as he pulled the door open. Your ruse would’ve fooled him if he wasn’t in on it, he’d realized. It looked right, you holding onto him.

The ceremony was exactly as boring as he’d expected it would be, but your head resting lightly against his shoulder was a sufficient distraction. Completely ignoring the vows being exchanged several meters ahead of him, Seokjin had spent a minimum of ten minutes trying to figure out what the scent of your shampoo was, and why it was giving him heart palpitations. When the newlyweds paraded past him on the way back down the aisle, he’d ignored that, too, and wiped the sentimental tear off your cheek with the side of his thumb.

Thankfully, the reception was proving to be infinitely more exciting than its predecessor.

Despite scanning the area several times, Seokjin still couldn’t spot your ex in the crowd of guests. You still danced as if that clown was watching, touched Seokjin’s arm whenever you laughed at one of his jokes with your whole chest. He was dizzy, kind of, but maybe that was the champagne.

No, he ultimately concluded. The champagne was currently working it’s magic on you, sloshing lightly in your flute as you set it back down on the table.

“I have a confession to make,” You whispered at full volume, smiling sheepishly. “Promise you won’t get mad?”

You reached across the table to take his hand and knocked over the aforementioned flute in the process. With reflexes shockingly quick for someone as tipsy as he was, Seokjin managed to steady the glass before it could empty onto the table cloth. Eyebrows raised, he smirked expectantly back at you.

“They aren’t here.”

Seokjin wasn’t following, and that was definitely the champagne. You squeezed your eyes shut and proceeded to spill your secret at a shocking pace.

“Chan told me a few weeks ago that their RSVP said no.” Your blush licked up your cheekbones like a wild fire. “I may have known that when I asked you to come with me. I just didn’t…”

Your voice petered out at the end of that sentence. You cracked one eye open to look at him in anticipation of a reaction.

“I didn’t know if you’d want to come with me if I asked you outright,” You sighed. “I just — I really wanted you here. You know, with me.”

Inside Seokjin’s head, there were no thoughts, only bells and sirens and whistles and fireworks exploding, sending sparks down to put themselves out on the smooth surface of his brain. He didn’t have words, but he did have hands; so, he cupped your face between them and kissed you with all the emphasis in the world.

You kissed him back with vigor until you eventually pulled back breathless. Shock evident in your whisper — and this time, it really was one — you asked, “You’re not mad?”

Like it was the hundredth time and not the second, Seokjin kissed you with a smile.

“No complaints.”

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afreakingdork · 15 days

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Weak Spot - Finale - Chapter 70

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay

Synopsis: A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

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LAST WARNING FOR THE 🍋 UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI!

Warm.

Sun kissed, you were drunk on cradled heat.

Even under the gorgeous umbrella, it only felt like a momentary reprieve from the caressing warmth. It lingered, bouncing off granules of sand, before trying to sneak up onto your huge towel. Bits sprinkled your feet and legs from where you’d traveled back from the ocean and you cared little as you were hunkered down in an oasis.

Your honeymoon.

What a great descriptor for such a vacation, you thought. It was the epitome of nature’s sweetness and it was by the moonlight your charted days. With little fanfare after your wedding had eaten up the rest of everyone’s excitement, the trip to the airport a few days later had been a simple affair. Everything else had been accounted for so all you had to do was make it to the plane. The only surprise had been Spencer’s wedding gift; a pass for Donnie to legally traverse international lines as a temporary brokered deal with the US government, it seemed silly at first.

The trip had long been booked and Donnie had gone through all the back alley protocol necessary. He had his pseudonym down, the cloaking brooch, and all necessary, albeit illegal paperwork to sneak away. Having a formal printed document saying he was allowed to do what he was going to do anyway was something was the epitome of superfluous.

Donnie didn’t see it that way.

From his choice of a white suit, his marriage to you was his new beginning. He was not some unsullied being, but instead the color change represented his yielding. He was moving beyond what had come before, his darkness, and with it he was made anew. His legitimate work had always been, for him, some petty agreement as officials saw use of his mind after they found they could not forcefully obtain it. He had then later committed to it being his only job title as he explored his new self that had options. Having been acknowledged by his legitimate work, through Spencer’s hand or not, still spoke something of trust. Someone above in the hateful industry believed he could safely leave the country and that struck him deeply. It was validation upon the thousand he already had and you’d seen him hug Spencer unprompted.

It was probably the most contact the two had ever had and Spencer exploded into tears which he sobbed into darkened dots onto Donnie’s pale tux until his wife hauled him away.

She was a nice lady.

You liked her very much.

Donnie ditched the fake paperwork, successfully fought the airline for the corrections, but kept the brooch in the end. Traveling in human form afforded him more freedom which he appreciated in movement. Even with first class’ luxury accommodations, the seats sat human bodies better and you had seen him doze off for a few decent hours in the middle of your flight. You sipped champagne, perused a few movies, and indulged in first class fare all the while.

It was only the beginning of your decadence.

For what seemed like all the money in the world, you were greeted at the airport.

All the small irritations of travel were taken care of and you took a cushy bus ride along stunning carved paths with views of the sea. Lapping waves and stunning views had you glued to the window and Donnie had the driver pull over twice so you could admire. Your husband had ditched his brooch since leaving the airport as all staff from now on were known and under his dime. His scales glistened from the sea and you excitedly took picture after picture before finally allowing the car to get to the resort.

The manager there reminded you of Spencer because he was still trying to upsell such loaded guests, but Donnie dispelled the eagerness with ease by giving a stern acknowledgement of his ploy and telling him there was no need. It startled the man and Donnie requested only privacy before you headed to your room. An enormous suite that put not only your apartment, but the Kumonosu room to shame, it was almost like you’d rented an entire house. You gallivanted through each room after Donnie sent his baubles out for their scans. They sat dutifully in your protection and after touching just about every object that was temporarily yours, you approached your husband with open arms.

He took you in not only for a hug, but to bed.

It was where you stayed, only straying to desecrate literally every other part of the room in your promised fuck fest.

No one could ever say your union wasn’t consummated.

It was waking up dreary and delighted on the mid-morning of day five that you were finally weary of not your partner, but the room itself. There was only so much of the menu that could be delivered via room service and you had heard tell of incredible, but timely buffets. Donnie had tried bribing the bellhop, but not even the manager could make an exception as the food out there was being made for present guests. The chefs stood their ground which your mate accepted as it was a marker of pride.

You kissed your sleeping partner’s head before you snuck off to the shower.

He found you as you were lathered up and you were soon mounted against slick marble tiles.

You just barely made the breakfast buffets and thanked the ancient Italians for their pastry making.

Refreshed, it was a quick trip back to the room to prepare for time away. Asking your partner to apply sunscreen to your back had quickly led to a small diversion, but only about an hour later than you hoped, you were hopping down paved steps in sandals. You avoided the resort’s pools in favor of the actual beach. A whole section had been marked off just for you and by the time you hit the sand your shoes were gone. Donnie followed suit remembering the supposed protocol and you jokingly taught him how to skip on the way to your umbrella.

You’d played in the ocean for what seemed like hours until lunch was brought to you. Donnie spoke of how the foods were specifically chosen to complement the sea air and how it affected the palate. You listened with a dreamy expression before cuddling into him for a nap. You supposed on some level you should probably fear a vacation, but you didn’t have it in you. Unlike the Hidden City, neither of you had history here. Though mutants had spread out around the world over time, most of them still resided in America. Here in Europe, they were mostly seen in bigger cities.

That might have meant Donnie’s existence would bring about whispers, but this resort was one that catered to a specific clientele. Celebrities and the like came here to be free from judgment and paparazzi. The company had built a reputation on such safety and with it the hush ran similarly through the guests. Parties rarely looked up from their own bubbles which meant Donnie could move freely and he did.

Outside of doting, it was impossible to miss the wide-eyed way he was taking everything in. A new culture, a new history, and travel he was never before allowed to take, he was devouring everything with a hunger similar to your own. Shreds of him clung to concerns, but on the whole, he was more free than you’d ever seen him.

You could also feel his composure.

Your rings linked and spoke of only happiness.

You were moved lightly from your cozy cocoon and you chirped sleepy.

“I’d like to swim again.” Donnie brushed a hand against your cheek.

“How’s the salt?” You murmured as he set you down, fully on the blanket.

“Drying, but not unmanageable. I brought a new body wash formulation to correct my skin’s pH. I’m interested in its effectiveness throughout our stay.”

“On you?” You nuzzled against his hand and didn’t bother opening your eyes.

“Yes.” He tapped your nose.

You giggled.

“An employee passed not too long ago and I signaled him to bring drinks in about an hour.”

“Do we have to leave!?” You stretched out your complaint.

“Technically…?” Donnie dipped to kiss you.

You opened your eyes to see your husband.

You committed his smile to memory.

“I’ll join you in a bit. Gonna get up nice and slow.” You decided, feeling particularly lazy.

He chuckled. “Understood.”

“Find me a cool shell.”

“The ecosystem…” Donnie complained.

“I’ll throw it back? I want to see one.”

Donnie made a slight grumble before he agreed.

You got a second kiss and he was off.

You rolled over and stretched languidly. A few cracks gave way to another wave of drowsiness and you decided that the drinks arriving would wake you. Drifting off, it felt like only seconds passed when you heard steps in the sand. Your throat felt parched right on time and you lolled your head to see not a staff member, but a regular man approaching.

You blinked at him a few times before you sat up on your elbows.

“Hey.” He raised his hand and tried to make his posture disarming. “Sorry to bother you, my wife lost her anklet and since we had this space yesterday, I wanted to come down and look.”

You stared at him.

He was a liar.

It was plain as day.

No man staying at this resort would lift a finger.

They’d have a lawyer here ready to sue before they thought of doing anything so menial.

There was more.

He’d asked no question.

He hadn’t asked to look.

The farthest he’d gotten was his pathetic story.

He now stood.

Obviously nervous from where you’d left him hanging.

Hands rung.

Dart of his eyes.

More signs of lying.

Above all though, you recognized this man.

He was the adult son of one of the other guests.

He’d been clearly hungover at the buffet just this morning.

You registered him only because his dad had been on a stern business call while his airy mother drank mimosas.

He’d been contrastingly catatonic and you’d heard staff try to rouse him so they could clean after he overstayed his welcome.

They offered him his choice of sparkling water and medicine for his headache.

He’d nearly slapped the tray away and stumbled to the pool.

Why was he here?

You continued to stare.

“Uh…?” He strung the sound out as if you should have bent over backwards for him.

“You know…” You rubbed your face and gave him a bored glance. “I’m over it. Over the interrupting. Over the bullshit. It’s my honeymoon. Is this gonna be a violent thing or a stupid thing?”

He jarred.

“Do you know what I have to deal with? No. I’ll answer that for you. You have no idea. I just, just, got my husband on the first vacation of his life. So please, whatever the hell you want, I’m busy. Just spit it out and go.”

“I love you.”

Your mouth opened and stale air came out.

“I know! Too fast, but you asked! Ever since I saw you this morning, you were all I could think about-“

“What time is it?”

He didn’t seem put off and rushed to get his phone. “3:14pm.”

“That’s what? Four…? Hours…? Ago… You’ve been in love with me for four hours?”

“Yes, I-”

“I mean, I guess I’ll give you that. That is a new one.” You pulled your legs up to lean forward on them. “Haven’t heard that one before.”

He stood and took on an appreciative quality where he was still wincing against the sun. “I just wanted-”

“What was your big plan with the anklet thing? Not enough that you’d try to pull me from my husband, but you added a weird cheating aspect to the mix…?”

“That’s well-”

“Like which one am I supposed to believe? The first is starting to sound more believable. Your plan is weirder the longer I think about it…”

He didn’t try to speak again.

It was his only saving grace.

You’d interrupted a few times, but he didn’t appear mad.

He was either patient, honest, or that stupid.

You’d believe all of the above, but mostly you believed he was dumb enough to still think he had any sort of chance..

“Have you seen a kelp man, by chance?”

He balked openly.

You chuckled.

He perked up at the sound “May I…?”

“No.” You smiled.

He looked newly put out.

You weren’t playing by some unseen script.

In his mind, you should have been kinder.

It spoke of privilege.

He’d probably never been denied a thing in his life.

“I’ll bite. What about me did it for you?” You tucked your cheek against your knee.

His chest puffed as if he’d been granted permission to state his claim.

He prepared the whole of himself before he resigned to word vomit. “Your smile. The way your eyes lit up when you took a bite of maritozzi. The way you laughed. You were totally open and you didn’t care. You didn’t give a shit about anything else. You just reached out and told someone how good it was and more. You kept talking, but it mattered. What you said mattered. You weren’t saying what someone wanted to hear or what you thought might be the best thing to say. You were talking because you wanted to. You wanted to share your joy and all I could think was, that’s what I want. Something real. Something honest. Something happy.”

You wanted to laugh.

Instead you pasted on a face of thought.

Looking out to the ocean, you couldn’t see Donnie.

Through your ring he didn’t feel mad.

You reached through the connection.

He wasn’t far off.

A few miles off the beach which was a distance he could swim back in seconds.

You felt him respond to your probing with curiosity.

You soothed him intangibly, but the bubbles of comedy and strangeness must have come through because he started to head back.

You now had a timeline to respond to this stranger.

You could tell him how selfish he was for trying to leech happiness off someone else.

It wasn’t your problem that he couldn’t find it himself.

You could complain about all the things he’d made up about you just to fit his narrative.

You could ask him his age, the clear younger side of twenty, to validate your criticism.

You could even venture a guess at all the partners he’d had that had left him unfulfilled.

He even pegged you as the type to read romance novels.

He’d deluded himself thus far.

Instead, you picked the only piece you cared about.

His omission.

“Didn’t care that the someone who made me so happy, made me want to talk, made my everything, was my husband, huh?”

“That… thing!?” For the first time, his face contorted in disgust.

You let the same openly paint yours.

He waffled. “T-that-! I mean-! W-well it’s not l-legally binding, right?”

You held up your hand to show your ring. “State of New York begs to differ.”

“You’re not in New York.” He argued, hackles high.

“On my honeymoon, dipshit.”

“D-dip-!?”

“You come down here. Against the rules, by the way.” You stood and dusted the latent sand off your legs before throwing up pure hatred at him.

The man seemed to rethink his entire life.

“Which, oh I’m gonna tattle. I don’t give a shit. I’m telling your bigwig dad and the fucking hotel. I’ll get a fruit basket and you’ll get the bitch session of your fucking rich ass life!” You stormed toward him and he shrank a few fearful steps back.

You had a hand up and jammed an angry digit into his chest. “That’s not love! I’m not your fucking fantasy! I’m me! I’m with the love of my life! Who makes me happy! Who I had my fucking awesome meet cute with and guess what!? It was love at first sight! It was awesome! It’s been the best thing that’s ever happened to me! So don’t you dare even pretend to imagine me with anyone else because ‘that thing’ is the best damn person I’ve ever met!!”

You watched the man’s form wiggle as his knees spasmed. “But h-he’s a-!”

“Mutant!?” You roared in his face. “Yeah and the dick is out of this world!”

He trembled in time for the ocean to explode in a crashing wave.

The man fell to the ground and you turned to see a glorious image of your mate bursting from the sea as if he were Poseidon himself.

You smiled at him, not needing to do anything to make your expression as uninhibited as this man supposedly liked.

Donnie took long and seemingly languid steps to your side where he dripped muscle and his full height. “This beach is reserved.”

“I’m sorry!” The man broke out in actual tears before he scrambled, kicking sand up and back, and ran straight towards the hotel.

Donnie watched on for a moment before looking down to where his wet body had made him a sticky platform for the beach granules.

“He’s my new suitor.” You joked lifelessly.

“What.” Donnie graveled out, already annoyed with the sand.

You shook your head and led him back to the water while explaining what had occurred. Donnie reared to pursue, but you splashed water on his legs to rinse the sand off. It didn’t exactly quell him, but when you finished, the staff member was finally arriving with drinks and Donnie had a few choice words. The manager of the resort was soon at your umbrella, apologizing profusely and offering appeasing gifts. Stakes were raised in a negotiation type fashion and you were given a reservation at a luxe restaurant in the next town over. Along with a few bonus amenities and a special boat ride, the manager departed to enact his promises along with a few punishments.

You hoped no employees were caught in the crosshairs, but got little else out when your umbrella toppled around you. The huge thing encapsulated you and you yipped confusion until Donnie pressed into your space. You could still see, but the dreary orange hues from under the cover made space tight. You felt your mate’s breath more than saw him as his face shoved into yours. Sharing oxygen that was rapidly heated from the enclosed space, you imagined the umbrella jostled only a few suspicious times before Donnie was between your legs.

He settled for a damp space, set a pace, and you were soon leaking his possession down your ass and onto the towel. You were kissed affectionately and left deliciously full. Once again curled up, Donnie took to cleaning and making you decent before he finally lifted the umbrella. It came with a breath of fresh air that you gulped down.

“You’re insatiable.” You moaned in fading euphoria.

“You’re my spouse.” He nuzzled your neck.

“I love you.” You spouted and pulled him closer.

He came with adoration which you pecked back. Finally enjoying your melted drinks, you lounged before returning to the water where Donnie had been so rudely interrupted. You played a bit, vowed to get snorkels from the front desk, and returned to the resort building for that dinner reservation. The chariot came in the form of that original bus and you headed to a town where there was a lively seaside feel. Pebbled walkways spoke of age and the residents authenticated with their generations. Here townsfolk spied Donnie as an oddity, but his perfect Italian had them hollering excitement. After eating you were invited to someone’s home where Donnie’s translations skills were put to the test as he was both ruthlessly drilled and tried to explain to you what was happening.

The bus driver ended up joining and you didn’t start driving back until the wee hours of the morning. Light had yet to permeate the sky when you returned and you pretended to deboard the bus in return to the hotel, only to divert course for the beach. Donnie followed after, clearly fatigued, as you toed through sand. You led him straight to the water, where you stared out as it lapped at your ankles.

“Sun rises in the other direction.” He murmured as he slumped against your side.

You planted your feet to hold him up. “I’m betting on that.”

He made a soft, curious trill.

You leaned your head against his.

He lounged in your presence until the weight of standing wore on him.

The moment he lifted his body from yours, you took a few steps away.

He watched on, a little too tired to comprehend as you shed a soft shawl the family matriarch had draped over you. A little flick had the light fabric floating to the dry sands and Donnie trailed the flutter. When he returned you were getting your zipper and his eyes opened up as he caught wind of what you were doing. He leered openly, resisting coming close as you stripped down with an eye flicking back to the resort routinely. No one appeared around, but the second you were naked, you flung yourself into the water.

It rushed back and forth around you for a lazy current and in a glimpse you saw Donnie fight with his clothes. He stumbled once for the tired rush of it all, but got similarly nude before he too dove in. He was upon you immediately where he churred up a storm that rivaled the waves and twirled you around with his superb swimming. You giggled and reigned him in with slippery limbs. “Water’s warm.”

“Seventh warmest…” Donnie nuzzled your neck.

“You would know that…”

He hummed agreement and kissed you.

A gentle flow, you melded with his shape. He guided your hips, anchoring them to his and you tied the knot tight by locking your legs around him. You ground, feeling little more than water and his plastron. It took some adjustments from him with buoyancy, but he soon had a sturdier position to spread his legs. The moment he did, you felt his tail come up, trending in the direction necessary to copulate. You met it and brought your hand down to the smooth triangle. A few angles had you sliding the needle of it against your sex and made him all the more needy as with each pass you got closer to his pelvis.

One such bump felt his cock pressing at his entrance and you angled so he could drop inside. He tightened his grip on your waist and tipped you out for him so it’d be a comfortable entry. Two grinds and he slid slick straight into your heat and you groaned.

“So unfair we’ve been denied this! We were supposed to have done this forever ago!”

“Safer here…” Donnie rocked to get you both more comfortable. “Better.”

You groaned from the stretch of him and felt the moment he settled just right.

He snapped your body flush to him.

His intensity stoked you and you loved that he could still bring heat to your cheeks. “Do you think we'll always be like this?”

He leaned in so the tip of his beak touched your nose. “I do.”

“Marriage kink.”

He gave a single puff before he gave into open laughter.

“It’s a thing, probably. Everything’s a thing.”

“Is that what you’ve thought?” He bounced you in his lap.

You whimpered only once before you caught his shoulders to meet his strides.

He churred openly with a satisfied grin.

“We-we’ve been going at it nonstop…!”

“Because we can.”

“We always can!”

“Not like this.”

“Like what?” You were shifted and moaned wanton as he hit you in just the right way.

He was quiet.

Too quiet, in a way that said he was pushing your pleasure to distract you.

You dug your nails into the back of his head, above the scar there so he’d feel it.

He groaned and moved to switch pace, but you bucked your hips sharply, sending him into your recesses.

His eyes rolled and you yanked him down.

“Say it.”

He flicked his eyes away with shame.

“Say it, Don.” You squeezed your legs as hard as you could to prevent further movement.

He could easily break out, but he acted put off instead.

“Donatello.”

“Not married…”

You kissed him in reward.

“Time to make up for. Newly entwined.”

“Marriage sex isn’t different.” You chuckled and took the lead.

He focused only on keeping you afloat and melted into the water at your movements.

“I’ve been pushing you too, though. This one’s all me. I know you were tired.”

“Don’t change. Don’t stop.” He lifted you only a little higher than you were hiking yourself up.

“Want me?”

“Always.”

“Even when I’m old and gray?”

“Always.” He doubled down and pulled you harder.

You hooked his plastron to keep your mind right. “Even when I can’t do this?”

“This.” He was the one to pull you down and force you still. “Is a bonus. Always has been. Unnecessary to our bond. Enhances it, yes, but never has been a requirement. Exists outside my love for you.”

You wilted into him and tucked your forehead into his cheek. “Donnie…”

He pet your back.

He didn’t need to press its honesty.

You both knew.

You loved him.

You loved him so much.

His words stirred you like his wedding vows and there was something apropos about that.

You gave him a single look and he knew to continue.

This time slower, you moved together where your foreheads were cemented. The closeness meant you heard every little twitch and breath despite the water. The water sloshed in time and the whirlpool was the all consuming nature of your love. It swirled on, bigger than the sea and when high tide rolled in, it took with it your tandem cries.

You continued to linger, too close and making each other blurry images, as you twitched with the fill. To the brim as always and right where it needed to be, you hugged Donnie. He held you close in the water and you drifted as he stilled. A gentle to-and-fro with your proximity to the beach, prolonged soak in the salt soon stung your overtaxed sex. Sensitive, Donnie pulled out when necessary and it was with loose limbs that you crawled back to shore just as light streaked the sky.

It brought with it a sense of urgency and you decided to only wrap yourself in your shawl. With the rest of your clothes in hand, you teased him with a wink before running up the beach. He gave chase with his clothes waded up and both of you snuck your way through the hotel to not be spotted and berated for your nude states. It was an exhilarating additional high and he scolded you with kisses once you safely locked your bedroom door. It led to a quick boiling shower where you were both too fatigued to do much else and promptly passed out, still wet, in bed.

When you awoke it was late afternoon and you kicked away from dampness. Your husband was so exhausted, he dozed straight through your jostling and you spied something white sticking out near the door. You didn’t remember seeing anything on your way in, but there were a hundreds reasons why you might not have. Padding over to it, you found it to be on hotel stationary and could only think you were caught. Opening it and looking over, your worries evaporated as it was an invitation to go to town with the other patrons to explore local shops. “Donnie!”

He grunted in bed.

“Get up! We have like an hour!” You hopped over to him and bounced him on the bed.

He groaned loudly and only stopped when he noticed the paper in his face. “Hrm?”

“I’m gonna get ready!” You jumped off and headed toward the bathroom. “We need housekeeping to switch the sheets anyway!”

“The sheets-?!” He made a loud noise of disgust as he felt the latent moisture and was soon behind you brushing his teeth.

You pecked his grouchy form to raise his spirits and he surfaced with little excitement. The night out had been more than enough interaction for him and you offered for him to hang behind for some quiet. He resisted on the case of your honeymoon, but the moment you opened your mouth to say you’d stay too, he staunchly decided it was all he’d do.

You sighed, giving up against his stubbornness and vowed to have a casual day. Digging through your suitcase for something breezy to a city exploration, you frowned as you couldn’t find a particular pair of bottoms that you thought would be perfect. “Hey, Don, where are those… linen pants I had? I thought I packed them.”

“My case. I put them in the mesh bag since the fabric can be delicate.”

“Ah.” You moved to his suitcase and rummaged through a few items until you found it. “Thanks!”

He murmured an affirmation from the bathroom and, as you were putting the mesh bag back, you spied something.

“Don…!”

He stepped out in time and raised a drawn brow.

You held up an apparatus that clinked against itself.

“Ah.” He leaned in the door frame with a cocky smile. “Did I not mention I finished this?”

“You didn’t tell me you started! We talked about this like a year ago!”

“That long?” He churred as he approached. “Time flies.”

“Planning a wedding, so fun.” You gave him a sarcastic stare.

“My wedding?” He knelt down on one knee to kiss the side of your head. “To you? Quite.”

You bumped him and one of his arms came down to keep his half propped form stable. “When were you going to pull this out?”

“If the moment arose.”

“What kind of moment?” You laughed at his casualness.

“You know…” He hooked a finger into a loop. “One where I need to accentuate my possession. That is why it was created.”

“This not enough?” You maneuvered your left hand to his so your rings would click.

The action did nothing as the spell was now active, but still, its movement held meaning.

The highest being it made Donnie melt into a large green puddle every time it occurred.

He churred so loud into you, it stung your ears.

“I have… an idea…” You murmured against his shoulder.

He couldn’t break the rumbling and instead shifted its pitch to ask you what.

“I know you said you would never subject me to it again, but….”

The bus ride over to town was a rambling affair. Loud and boisterous as people tried to one up another on things they’d done so far on their various vacations, you leaned into Donnie. He tucked against you and was trying his best to zone out from the noise. You held his hand to help and he cradled your fingers in a way that said it did. Behind you, there was a fearful presence of the man who proclaimed his love for you. You’d glanced at him when boarding and the way he shrank away said he had his comeuppance.

He wouldn’t be a problem and he didn’t appear to register on Donnie’s radar at all so you rested on the ride. Eventually arriving at a different locale to the one you went to yesterday, you were filed out and lazily given instructions on when to return. People immediately left, thinking staff was on their time and it was sad to know that was partially true. You hoped the employees would be mean to those who lagged and you moved to pull Donnie along a thoroughfare. He recovered with the air and sun as it hung lazy in the sky. Joined fingers held you together as you looked and eventually came upon a market. There was chatter and hundreds of colored objects had you checking in with your overstimulated mate.

He passed you a fatigued smile and made mention of the open air. While there was noise both visually and aurally, the crowd was thinned out by the abundant space. It meant he was okay, but his eyes roved. You knew he cared little for the goods and you had a sense that the similarities to your last vacation were weighing on him. Change would help recontextualize these moments, so it was here that you excused him. He pecked your cheek and gave you a heated gaze that had promise of his protective gaze from afar before he walked away. You watched after his form with affection and then continued to shop. Buying some souvenir coral jewelry for Coral and a few trinkets for your family, you walked with your bags along the streets. You came out to a view of the ocean and lingered there for a long while.

It was beautiful, but the sun beat down mercilessly until it hummed in your ears. Taking it as a sign, you turned your back to the view and looked down the quiet street you’d come down. Its shade had a blue hue to it so when you entered it, it had a similar reprieve as dipping into the sea. You waded through stone paths, submerged, and headed towards the piazza. That thrum echoed and when you stepped out it was dead silent.

All the people from the resort and town were gone. If this were a movie, you imagined a wind would kick up a leaf just to accentuate the desolation. Instead, blocks of shadows from the late afternoon light begged to take the square. As the only occupants, they carved sharp figures of darkness out of the white shining stone ground. A severe contrast, it was only broken up by the trickle of water from a fountain. Donnie had taught you that these were installed in many stone cities to cool the air.

Walking towards it as a focal point, you looked from stall to stall. The shops sat empty with their wares lined up, waiting for both customers and salesmen alike. With no one around, there was no fear that anything would be stolen so you walked along and did a warped version of your earlier shopping.

You neared the end of one side of the square and out of the corner of your eye you saw something fly by. Turning fully to study the space, it was similarly empty, but you approximated the figure had dropped from a sloped roof on the south end of the piazza and had stowed themselves away down a thin strip between buildings.

In a quick jog, you took a wide curve around the fountain to look into the mouth of the alley from afar.

You had a straight view down the space and there was nothing there.

Humming loudly to dismiss the incident as no bother, you tucked your hands behind your back to stroll.

Out of the piazza and down another shade cooled walkway, you came upon a road that was darkened by tire treads. Motorbikes and the like took this path and you looked up and down to hear nary an engine.

The town was deserted.

You joked aloud about missing the bus.

You painted teasing woes about missing dinner.

In a skipping turn, you mooned over your husband and your interrupted honeymoon.

The city did not respond.

You made a sudden leap at the next alley, but it was equally empty.

Frowning, you turned to lean against a building just outside the mouth.

From the clue you had gotten, this seemed like the most likely direction.

The alley was also the only one you’d seen on the street, but Donnie wasn’t here.

Pursing your lips to one corner of your mouth, you wondered if you’d missed another signal.

You were both on similar yet different hunts.

This had been your proposal and what you agreed upon.

The chase that was on both your terms.

You gave Donnie time to prepare.

Donnie would toy with you while also dropping hints of his direction.

You’d both follow him and he’d have his game of cat and mouse.

Your bond was more than strong enough.

You were curious how he’d achieved the hypnosis this time.

You were pretty sure Hypno’s streetlights had been the cause before, but it was far too bright for such things.

Pondering how to get your leg back up in the chase, said sun glinted off metal in your periphery.

“Ha!” You spun towards it and saw nothing. “Now, wait! I just looked there! You weren’t there so why are you leading me back!?”

Grabbing the wall you looked into the alley which was just as empty as it had been before.

Narrowing your gaze, you studied the space.

You reached out and waved a hand in case there was camouflage.

Finding nothing, you wondered if it had been a trick.

Donnie could have thrown a coin which meant he was in the opposite direction.

No, you would have heard it land.

What else reflected light?

You did a quick cycling of your mental databases and came up with heliographs.

They used sunlight and mirrors which meant to shine one in your direction, he’d have to be on the roofs across the street.

Turning to study them, you walked out of the alley and tried to guess the angle.

You were squinting at the corner of one particular building when you felt something slither around your ankle.

Your body shuddered at the cold steely texture.

The shiver allowed the metal guise to wind and snake up under your pant leg.

“You jerk. I did find you…!”

Donnie churred and it echoed in the alley behind you.

“How’d you hide?” You wondered and felt another of his mechanical claws lick your other heel.

You didn’t need to turn because in a quick python’s coil, your legs were wrapped and you were brought to the mechanic’s master. “I wonder…”

Donnie stood in the mouth of the alley with his battle shell latched tightly to his back. The stabilizing piece around his waist now appeared more intricate and matched what was above it. Visible because he’d unbutton his baggy vacation top, straps of black leather belted his upper body. Disappearing over his shoulders, what crossed his chest was laid so that it perfectly fit around his pectoral scutes. The harness gave his chest a particular perky illusion and smaller neon purple o-rings connected the network to a large one riveted in his center.

It was the item you found in his suitcase.

It was the cinching piece that had him considering another chase.

It was a physical and weighty reminder of how he deferred to you.

With him wearing it, you both knew that he would keep a level head.

You also had your own role to play in the reassuring pantomime and it was why he’d left your arms free.

Reaching down, you set your purchases on the sidewalk and went for your little bag. It had a lengthy strap which was bolt snapped on either side in purple that not so coincidentally matched Donnie’s harness. “You letting me win?”

“Never.” He spoke in his own voice.

You smiled as you leaned forward.

The mechanical arms brought you in close.

He puffed out his chest with pride.

Pulling back the pin, you hooked the snap bolt into his center loop.

You let the bolt close and then wound the length of leather around your hand before yanking the leash hard.

He came forward with an all too eager jolt.

You pulled so he was positioned below you and you felt the mechanical arms raise you in reverence. “Admit I won then.”

“You won. You’ve always won.”

You smiled and pulled harder to kiss him.

“My heart.” He spoke right before your lips met.

💜THE END💜

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Thank you all again for reading and I hope you look forward to the sequel, Soft Spot, that will be premiering in a few weeks.

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pessimisticpigeonsworld · 5 months

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So, the atrocities Rhaenyra committed never happened because “unreliable source” but F&B is suddenly very trustworthy when it comes to the Greens, am I right ?

Most of the stuff that Rhaenyra was claimed to have done was stuff she did. Eustace primarily looked to whitewashing Aegon II with his whole “he didn’t care until his children were threatened” BS.

Most of what she did during her half-year tenure (the taxes, the murders, the lavish feasts while her people starve, refusing to offer credible surrender terms to the Greens, etc.) cannot be mistaken as anything but her doing, with the only exception of Haelana, who may have been pushed, may have committed suicide, or may even have been murdered by Larys Strong (I doubt that though). Arguing for people who doubted the Strong bastards’ paternity to have their tongues ripped out definitely happened (and as Tyrion stated, “when you tear out a man’s tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you’re only telling the world that you fear what he might say”). Rhaenyra knew about Blood & Cheese beforehand, and never punished Daemon. Maelor’s death can’t be biased history, her Knights Inquisitor were publicly charged with finding Maelor. Ordering Lord Mooton to murder Nettles and ordering Addam Velaryon to be executed without trial was also something that definitely happened, writs of execution have paperwork.

The smallfolk of KL turned on her, and that can’t be explained away as propaganda after-the-fact, they were the ones living it. Their reactions can’t be explained away as propaganda; they slaughtered the dragons: the living symbols of Targaryen power, and justified their actions as righteous action. How can that be construed as anything but legitimately held rebellion against the very aspect of her rulership ? The heads that were placed on pikes above Maegor’s Holdfast too, are physical things that can be observed and confirmed (or disproven).

See, I don't think anyone taught you how to analyze unreliable sources. An easy way to do that is if there are other sources corroborating the story or see if the idea makes sense with the person being talked about. It's also important to consider the context of the decisions, which is analysis 101 by the way. So, since apparently holding your hand and walking you through something like I'm your fucking middle school teacher is necessary, let's go through your post.

First off, the taxes. Yes, I agree with you, the taxes are something Rhaenyra actually did, we know this because in a kingdom, tax records are always kept. This is how I know that you, much like all the Nettles stans who interact with me, have never fucking read a thing I've written. I've said that the heavy tax isn't something that's a sign of Rhaenyra being incompetent or a tyrant. It's a necessary cost of war, especially since the Greens stole the treasury, she needs money. The people did hate this and eventually riot, but, by looking at the context of the riot, it was rooted in hatred of the war, not Rhaenyra. They believed that if she took the throne, the war would be over, but it wasn't because of Aegon's cowardice. If Aegon was still on the throne, the people would have still rioted, they hated the war and blamed the monarch, end of story.

As for the beheadings, I hate to break it to you, but F&B takes place in a medieval world, meaning that beheading was the method for punishing treason. Aegon's supporters committed treason then, unlike Rhaenyra's supporters, tried to hide throughout the city. Now, am I saying that beheading your enemies and putting their heads on spikes on the walls is a good thing? No, it's something that's barbaric and cruel, however, it's no less than what Aegon did to her supporters, so condemning her for something Aegon does is extremely hypocritical and sexist. Also, it wasn't a witch hunt, Rhaenyra needed to find the treasury and Aegon in order to stop the war; was it extreme, yes, but, again, context is important. I find it interesting that you condemn the taxes she levied while also condemning her attempts to end the reason for the taxes, could it be you just hate Rhaenyra and are looking for any reason to shit on her?

Now we're getting into something that requires a little critical thinking, which I know is hard for you: the feasting. The only source that says Rhaenyra held feasts while she was in KL is Septon Eustace. Let's look at Eustace really quickly; he's the man who crowned Aegon and is known by the in-universe writers of F&B to be unreliable, he also wasn't in KL when Rhaenyra was ruling. So, if the maesters who wrote the sources F&B drew from deem him to be unreliable and he wasn't present during her reign, does that make Eustace a trustworthy source? And if the many courtiers who were in KL and weren't fans of Rhaenyra didn't corroborate this rumor, is it likely to be true? The answer to both of these is no. Eustace claiming Rhaenyra feasted during her time in KL is 99% a lie, and that other 1% would refer to the fact that nobles always ate better than their people.

Now, I have another question for you anon, I do hope you'll consider it. Would you offer mercy to the man responsible for the deaths of all but two of your children, your husband, your ex mother-in-law who acted as your surrogate mother, began a war based on your gender, and wanted to kill you and your remaining children? Unless you are literally a saint, the answer is, no, you wouldn't be inclined to offer that person "credible surrender terms". I think you're just referring to when Rhaenyra refused to split the kingdom between her and Aegon as well as refused to spare his life if she caught him while she was in KL. How exactly is throwing the kingdom into a shit storm by splitting it in half, despite the fact that a majority of the lords supported Rhaenyra, "credible terms"? It's not, it's fucking entitled and ridiculous, of course Rhaenyra rejected that audacious idea. Also, Aegon refused to surrender in any way, in fact he was more determined than ever to keep the war going (even after Rhaenyra was murdered, he kept fighting), what's the point of offering peace terms if they're going to be rejected again? She already offered very merciful terms at the beginning of the war.

"As for my half-brothers and my sweet sister, Helaena," she announced, "they have been led astray by the counsel of evil men. Let them come to Dragonstone, bend the knee, and ask my forgiveness, and I shall gladly spare their lives and take them back into my heart, for they are of my own blood, and no man or woman is as accursed as the kinslayer." (Fire and Blood: The Dying of the Dragons - the Blacks and the Greens)

Keep in mind, this is an official decree by Rhaenyra, terms delivered to Aegon and his council, meaning they were recorded and had official documentation. So not only are you not using any critical thinking, you're flat out lying and making shit up to try and support your argument.

Now, moving on to Rhaenyra's sons, her wanting people who are committing treason to be punished how the king decreed isn't an outlandish or unreasonable expectation. Jace, Luke, and Joff were declared the legitimate sons of Laenor by Viserys, Corlys, and Laenor himself, making them (at the very least adopted) Velaryons. Are you saying that people who are adopted are undeserving of inheritance just because of their blood? That's not even a medieval idea, since adopted heirs has been a custom since the Ancient Romans. Moving on, Viserys was the one who declared the punishment for the treason of questioning the boys' legitimacy, not Rhaenyra. There's also the fact that no one outside of the Greens cared about whether the boys were Laenor's blood or not, they are recorded by everyone, including Eustace himself, as true Velaryons. I'm not even going to address the Tyrion quote, since you clearly don't actually care about accuracy or literally any of the messages in ASOIAF.

Continuing your trend of blatantly making shit up, there's no evidence that Rhaenyra knew about B&C. All we have is Daemon's letter to her, which only said that Luke would be avenged, something which could be accomplished through taking her throne and executing Aemond. In fact, that's the most likely conclusion to be drawn from such a vague letter.

As for Maelor, Rhaenyra did order her knights to find him, as having Aegon's last child could motivate him to surrender. However, she didn't order him to be executed, that was clearly an example of how war twists people and drives them to atrocities. Rhaenyra offered a reward for his return, meaning she wanted him alive, it's not her fault that a mob tore him to pieces. Her people came to break up the mob, but they were too late, so they executed the people responsible. Rhaenyra gave Maelor's remains a Targaryen funeral, something Aegon and Aemond didn't bother giving to her children.

Rhaenyra ordering Nettles' and Addam's executions are actions that I don't defend and never have. Those are signs of how Rhaenyra is another gray character, a woman driven to intense paranoia and making unjust and harmful decisions. This makes her a gray protagonist, not an unredeemable villain, as you and her other antis seem to believe. If you guys want all good protagonists, maybe read a differen book series.

As I said earlier, the revolt of the KL smallfolk weren't against Rhaenyra herself, it was against the war. They killed the dragons because they were being led by a man who took their discontent and used it to support his religious fanaticism. The Shepherd wasn't preaching against Rhaenyra, he was preaching against the Targaryens, including Aegon. That's why they killed all the dragons they could, not just Rhaenyra's, they killed Jaehaera and Helaena's dragons, how is that an act just against Rhaenyra?

TG stans and Rhaenyra antis' arguments are driven solely by a lack of critical thinking, willful ignorance, and twisting of passages. You either have issues that aren't actually supported by the narrative or simply apply double standards to Rhaenyra while supporting other characters who do the same or worse. You seem to think that this ask was a "gotcha" moment, however, you have simply shown how even the Rhaenyra antis who have read the book lack critical thinking and don't understand how unreliable sources work. Have a good day/night anon, I do hope you'll eventually learn how to use logic and your critical thinking, I'm sure you can do it.

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