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Can I request a Jack Harlow imagine where him & the reader (who is a famous actress) are broken up & in an interview that she does she hints how Jack is still the love of her life & later they see each other at a red carpet & he asks her about that & asks her out again & they start rekindling things. Smut is very much welcomed if you’re comfortable with that :)

A/N: girl you sent this so mf long ago, im so sorry for getting to this so late! But I loved this concept and didn’t wanna let it go. Hope I did this justice <3

None of the people in my writings portray the actual people I write about! It’s all a work of fiction, I have no idea how they are/act irl.

Warnings: lovers reuniting, drinking, swearing, smut!, oral sex (f! recieving) penetrative sex (f!receiving), creampie, mushy ‘i love you’s

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It had been a little over a year since your public relationship with Jack ended. You both loved eachother dearly, but at the time, your lives were going in separate ways. He was constantly busy with performances and touring, flying all over the world; and your acting career had taken off, being dragged all around the country for filming. In the end, you barely saw eachother, and it just wasn’t working for either of you, so you both amicably agreed to end it.

The heartbreak tortured you for a few months. You threw yourself into your work, wanting to cloud your mind with anything but Jack, yet somehow it made you think of him more. With some time and comfort from your friends and co-workers, you had felt the pain less and less, until one day you woke up and finally felt like your old self again. As much as you loved him, keeping him at arms-length via social media was too much for you. You’d send eachother ‘happy birthday’ dm’s and ‘congratulations’ texts for eachother’s accomplishments, but that was it. You didn’t allow yourself to keep up with him, only hearing things about him via industry talk and the radio of course. That was the one thing of him you allowed yourself to keep; his music. It was your guilty pleasure, something to remember him by. Though the heartbreak was agonizing, you were eventually grateful for it. Not only did it help you grow in your personal life, but it helped your work life as well. The performances you gave became critically acclaimed, earning yourself an Emmy and a Golden Globe. Because of this, you were offered more exclusive roles, bought a new apartment, and were finally feeling happy again; the first time in a long while.

Currently, you were seated on a set, being interviewed by Vogue about your life and your upcoming projects; amongst other things.

“So the rumors are saying that you might be starring in the next season of Euphoria. Is that true?” the interviewer asked.

“I can now finally confirm, that that is true!” You said as she cheered and the two of you laughed together.

“How was it working with Zendaya?”

“She’s absolutely phenomenal. As an actress, as a person, as a friend, she’s just the best. Super super sweet and down-to-earth, and fantastic at her job. It was an honor working along side her and the rest of the cast.”

“That sounds fantastic. We all can’t wait to see you join the story. Now just a little side-step from work; are you dating anyone? Maybe someone by the name of Mr. Omar Apollo perhaps? Or Drake? We’ve seen those cozy flicks of y’all together, are y’all just friends or maybe something more?” She pressed.

“Oh no, I’m not dating anyone. I’ve kinda left the dating world for a little while, just focusing on me. Omar and I are good friends, nothing else. And Drake is like my older brother! I’d never date him, especially since he’s good friends with my ex as well, I could never do that.” You answered honestly.

“Speaking of Jack Harlow.., what happened, how did that end?”

“Let me put it this way; we both agreed to end things. Our respective careers were taking off, and we both agreed that it was just best for us at the time to not be together. It’s all love though, I think he’ll always be one of those people for me - I could never not love him. He’s a great person and was a great boyfriend to me, definitely showed me that I was capable of loving someone, as well as capable of being loved. And I’ll always be grateful to him for that.” You said, forcing the lump in your throat down. You felt hot after belting your heart out a little too loudly, but you pushed your anxious thoughts away, getting back to the interview at hand.

It was now a month after the interview had aired, and you had let it wash off your shoulders. You were proud of your genuine honesty, and continued to focus on you. Currently, you were getting ready to attend the Billboard Music Awards as a plus one, courtesy of your close friend SZA. You were excited to let your hair down a little, as well as overjoyed at the possibility of SZA winning a few awards for her album SOS.

SZA was dressed in a sleek black halter dress with a thigh-high slit, which accentuated her minimalist aura. You were styled in a black Mugler dress which had a plunging neckline, and different cutouts down to your hips - similar to that of Megan Fox’s. It showed a little more skin than you were used to, but it was absolutely gorgeous; and SZA declared she wouldn’t leave to the event if you didn’t wear it. So here you were, downing a couple of glasses of champagne in the back of an SUV with SZA, trying to calm your anxiety while singing and rapping along to her ‘get lit, get rich, make u wanna kiss’ playlist with her.

“Are you sure about this? I could just sneak in the back and meet you in there-” you started to nervously ramble.

“Bitch, are you kidding me? You look fucking phenomenal, ain’t no way in hell I’m letting you sneak off. This is a ‘need to be seen’ outfit, and you’re gonna be seen! It’s gonna be just fine, we’re in this together. Anxiety can’t get to us if we’re a team baby.” She reassured you.

You smiled at her before bringing her into a hug; you knew she was anxious about the interviews she had to do on the carpet, and she knew red carpets always made you anxious, with all the pictures and yelling that there was.

“Love you.” You said holding out your hand to do your little friendship handshake you had with her.

“I love you more.” she replied, doing the handshake. “Now drink up girl, these events take forever so it’s more fun to be a lil’ drunk.” she winked at you.

You cheered together, and continued vibing until you turned to corner and pulled up to the carpet. You got out and SZA took your hand, leading you to the carpet. She held your hand the entire time, poking at you and whispering jokes and comments to you, making you giggle and forgetting about the anxiety you had. You made your way down the carpet, pausing to be photographed every few feet, some alone, and some together with SZA. She did a few short interviews with you by her side, and you chimed in every so often a question or comment was directed to you.

You were finally feeling a little more relaxed, and then you saw it.

Small brown curls belonging to a tall figure making their way down the carpet; you couldn’t see them yet, but you knew who they belonged to. You heard the screams of his name from the paparazzi and fans, the flash of the cameras going off, and finally, a path cleared and you saw him in the flesh.

He wore a sleek black suit and shoes - Prada most likely, his diamond encrusted PG ring gleaming in the lights, KY chain peeking out, and his dazzling smile.

You felt like you were going to pass out. You weren’t ready for this, you had expected to bump into him at one of these industry events at some point, but it still caught you off guard. Your heart was pounding out of your chest at this point, and you felt panicked. You felt someone squeeze your hand, bringing you back to reality, and SZA gave you a knowing smile.

“Just breathe, Y/N. I got you. Don’t forget you’re the motherfuckin’ prize. Whether or not he had you once before, you stay being the prize.” she told you. You looked and nodded at her words. “I’m the prize.” you reiterated and she nodded and smiled. “Keep that in mind, cause he’s coming over here now.”

‘Oh fuck. Okay, here we go.’ you thought.

“Y/N?” his sultry Kentucky accent flooded your ears for the first time in a while.

You turned around with your head tilted upwards, familiar with his height, and met his eyes.

“Jack. It’s good to see you.” You said warmly with a soft smile. He bent down for a hug and you embraced him before pulling apart; his hands stayed curled around your wrists.

“It’s good to see you too, been a while. You look beautiful.” he admired.

“Thank you, so do you. No glasses?” You joked, noticing his favorite Prada glasses were nowhere to be seen.

He laughed and shook his head with a smile. “Nah, not this time. Felt a lil’ douchey of me to wear ‘em today. Plus, now I can admire the beauty more clearly.” He said, admiring your face and its features. You blushed, internally screaming at the warm feeling that erupted in your tummy.

“Well it was nice seeing you, we should head inside-” You spoke, turning a little, insinuating to leave.

“Yeah, I’ll see you in there. Maybe we can catch up a little.” He said hopefully.

“Yeah, yeah for sure.” You said, smiling before saying goodbye and heading into the venue with SZA.

She gave you a teasing knowing look.

“Shut up, don’t say shit.” You tried to hold a grin back from her.

“I ain’t say nothin!” She laughed at you. You rolled your eyes and laughed, giving her a small shove.

SZA had won the three awards she was nominated for, and you couldn’t be more excited and proud of her. It was a true accomplishment, and you wanted to celebrate, so you told her you were getting her a fuck ton of drinks. She tried to stop you, telling you you didn’t have to, but you were set in your decision.

You headed to the bar and ordered a bottle of champagne and a few shots. You checked your phone as you waited, until you heard a voice behind you.

“I saw your interview.” Jack’s voice spoke. You turned around and saw him leaning against the bar.

“Oh you did, did you?” You asked.

“Yup.” He said with a smile.

“And what’d you think?” You asked, heart pounding against your chest.

“Can’t believe you forgot to mention what a great chef I was too, besides a great boyfriend.” He joked.

“Your peanut butter chicken says otherwise.” You giggled.

“I stand by that recipe! It’s a classic, your tastebuds just weren’t on my side.” he chuckled, stepping a little closer to you.

“No but for real, I thought you were amazing - as usual of course.” He smiled at you. “I’ve missed you. Like alot.” he said fiddling with your fingers.

“I’ve missed you too, Jack. Like alot.” you repeated his sentence.

“I’ve done alot of growing since we broke up, had time to focus on my career and tour and all that stuff, and I know how to handle it better now.” He stated. “But I haven’t been happy. Not like when we were together.”

“Jack, you just won two awards tonight.” You reminded him.

“And I’m still miserable.” He countered.

“M’not gonna ask you to just jump into a relationship with me again, that wouldn’t be fair. But, if you’re willing, I’d really like to take you out on a date. Privately, just us; I wanna show you the kind of man I am now. Show you what you deserve. And we can see where things go.” He said, eyes gazing into yours, his hands now in yours.

You let the shy grin spread across your face. “I’d really like that, Jack.” you said, his face lighting up. He engulfed you in a big hug, kissing your forehead. You smushed your face against his chest, your hands gripping his back as you sighed deeply. You had missed this. Missed him. Missed his smell, how he felt, his voice, all of it. The two of you stayed like that for a little while before you pulled apart.

You silently stared at eachother, re-familiarizing yourselves with one another. Your eyes gazed over the freckles that adorned his face, his perfectly trimmed beard, his soft brown curls that perfectly framed his face.

“Fuck it.” you whispered, and pulled him into a kiss. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the butterflies in your stomach that gave you the courage, but you didn’t care at this point. You had missed him so much, and clearly so had he, so why deny yourself the simple pleasures in life?

You felt Jack relax into the kiss, one of his hands coming up to cradle your face as the other one was set on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. He hummed in relief, soft lips parting and meshing, parting and meshing, like he had been deprived of the meal that was you - which he had been.

“Thank fuck, I’ve been thinking about this all night - all year really-” Jack said inbetween kisses. You giggled, letting out a “me too” before kissing him again.

The kisses started to get a bit heated, so you pulled away, reminding the both of you that you were at a public event.

“Let’s get outta here.” Jack murmured, kissing and nipping at your neck a little.

“Jack, you’re still up for another category, and I’m here with SZA, I’m not gonna just ditch her.” You huffed.

“I don’t care, I’ll have someone accept it for me, just wanna be with you. Plus, looks like she already knows.” Jack nodded in SZA’s direction.

You turned around, and saw SZA, now with Lizzo sitting next to her, the both of them smirking and winking at you. You grinned, and turned back around to Jack.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” you told him, grabbing the drinks you had ordered.

“Go do your thing, I ain’t goin nowhere without you, baby.” Jack said, unable to stop grinning.

You bit your lip, smiling at him before turning around and heading back to your table.

“Hey girlfriend.” SZA and Lizzo said simultaneously, with a teasing tone in their voices.

“Hey y’all-” you responded, setting the drinks down on the table.

“Soo-” you started before SZA cut you off.

“Girl we already been knew, go ‘head, get your man back.” She squealed at you. You laughed and hugged them.

“Take the bottle too, have fun.” she told you.

“No! I bought that for you! It’s your night-” You tried to reason with her, but she wasn’t having none of it.

“I got my awards baby, I’m good. Now go get that man!” She urged you. You told them you loved them and said your goodbyes, champagne bottle in hand as you made your way towards Jack.

“Ready?” he said, taking your free hand in his.

“Mhmm.” you looked up at him and he gave you a kiss before leading you out the venue.

The two of you snuck out into an SUV, which would take you to Jack’s hotel a few blocks away. Jack popped the champagne open and gave you a sip before taking one himself.

“Missed you, my lil’ Movie Star.” he said caressing your leg, leaning into your side.

“Missed you too, sweet face.” You smiled, kissing his cheek a few times, making Jack blush.

Jack was on you the second the elevator doors closed. He quickly lifted you up in his arms, setting you on the small steel railing of the elevator, pressing you into the corner to hold you up as he attacked your neck.

“Fuck Jack, so good-” you sighed, wrapping your legs around his hips, bringing him closer to you.

“God, I’ve missed this so much; missed you so much-” he groaned, grinding his hips into yours. His mouth was everywhere, on your lips, your neck, your cheeks, your breasts, he couldn’t get enough of you.

The elevator dinged, signaling you were at his floor. He reluctantly got off you, and you whined.

“More-” you pleaded before he sat you down, heels hitting the floor.

“We’re almost there princess, cmon.” Jack took your hand in his and lead you out the elevator and down the hall to his room. He struggled with getting his room key out his suit jacket as you kissed his neck, licking and sucking, wanting all his attention. He finally pulled it out and opened the door, letting you in first.

As soon as the door slammed, he was on you again in a flash. Your back was up against the wall as he kissed you; it was needy and passionate, just how you liked it.

“Cmon, cmon, bed sweetheart, bed.” He said, lifting you in his arms again, giving your ass a smack, and you squealed, laughing with him.

He gently dropped you on the bed, and you laid there for a few seconds as he took in the sight of you.

“So beautiful.. so fuckin beautiful, and all mine.” He said before climbing onto the bed, slotting himself between your legs, kissing you. Every kiss felt electric, like the second you were apart felt like you were losing energy, but when he kissed you, you were refilled again.

“Jack, please, I need you.” You moaned.

“Okay baby, I got you.” He promised.

He swiftly got you out of your dress, and got out of his suit. He gently hung your dress on the back of his door, after you pointedly told him to be careful because ‘its Mugler’. Jack walked back to the edge of the bed, and knelt down, his arms sliding under your thighs and pulling you closer to him.

“God your pussy smells fucking delicious, can’t believe I’ve gone a year without her.” He groaned before leaning down and licking a stripe up your folds.

“Oh fuck-” you squirmed in delight.

He attached his lips to your clit and began sucking and licking, making a wet mess of you.

“Missed this sweet pussy, you taste so good, Y/N.” he rambled. You whimpered at that, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, biting your lip so hard you didn’t understand how you hadn’t drawn blood yet.

“Louder. Let me hear you, baby.” Jack ordered before going back to making out with your pussy.

You did as he wished, letting your moans free from your throat, completely falling into the feeling he gave you.

“Attagirl.” He growled, nuzzling his face further into you.

Your eyes rolled back when he finally fucked two fingers into you. The stretch of his girthy digits rubbing against your walls threw you into the deep end.

“Fuck, yes! S-so close Jack, please, please l-let me...” you cried out.

“Cum for me, cum for me pretty girl.” Jack commanded.

That was all it took before you felt the tidal wave of your orgasm crash over you. You felt your legs shake, and writhed around in the sheets before your comedown approached.

It was silent except for your heavy breathing, but you felt Jack move up into the bed next to you.

“I wish you could see how you look right now.” Jack broke the silence.

“How do I look?” You said panting, one eye opening and peeking up at his boyish face.

“Ethereal.” he sighed softly before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Like an angel. My angel.” he said.

He stared at you for a moment, and you could tell he was holding back a little, he wanted to say something, but was a little nervous about it.

“You can say it. Tell me, Jack.” You reassured him. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to stay. You won’t scare me easily.” you smiled at him, kissing his bare shoulder.

He took a deep breath before looking at you again.

“I love you.” he confessed. “I love you, haven’t stopped loving you since we broke up.”

“Wanna know something?” You asked him, scratching his beard lightly, just the way he liked it.

“Mhmm.” Jack purred, urging you to continue.

“I love you too.” You said with a grin. “Never stopped.” You whispered before pulling him into a loving kiss. He hummed into the kiss, and you felt him smile as he rolled over onto you.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” he told you, kissing you deeply.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” you repeated back to him. You felt a weight off your chest now, reveling in the shared love between the two of you. Everything felt right again.

“Off-” you whined, your foot digging at the elastic band of his boxers.

“Anything, for you.” He declared, sliding his boxers off.

Jack laid back down between your legs, and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back into a sweet kiss. Jack started to grind his dick against your folds, tip hitting your clit over and over again. The room filled with moans and gasps, your slick completely coating his cock.

“Jack, please, I need you, please put it in already.” You whined desperately.

“Okay baby, okay.” he kissed you.

He leant his hips back a little before slowly thrusting into you, his thick tip stretching you out deliciously. You let out a sigh as he bottomed out, and your mind went fuzzy. Jack stayed like that for a minute, letting you readjust to him as he kissed your neck and face, humming to himself and whispering ‘I love you’. He started to move, groaning at the way you squeezed him.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He praised, as he slowly thrusted into you.

“God Jack, you’re so big- f-fuck..” you moaned, clawing at his back.

“You take it so well; so fucking well. Breathe. Breathe with me baby.” he encouraged you, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Let me see those eyes. C’mon baby, let me see you.” He begged in his raspy voice.

You opened your eyes to meet his, full of love, nudging his nose against yours before speeding his thrusts a little.

“Fuck, just like that, yes Jack-” you cried out. His tip was hitting that spot in you, and you were close.

“Good girl, I can tell you’re close Y/N, squeezing me so fuckin’ tight.” he coaxed.

“This is yours, all yours, you deserve this.” he kept babbling. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at his praise, he always knew the right things to say. “Cum for me sweetheart, give it all to me.” He told you.

You cried his name out as you felt your orgasm crash over you again. A tear slipped from the corner of your eye as you laid in the euphoric feeling. You could tell Jack was close as his thrusts were starting to falter, and he started to babble more.

“Who’s pussy is this? Hmm?” He said, grip on your hip tightening as he pounded into you, brows furrowing in concentration.

“S’yours, daddy. S’your pussy.” you gasped, encouraging him.

“It’s daddy’s pussy? S’daddy’s cunt, yeah?” Jack asked, tugging at your lip with his teeth.

“Yes, all yours Jack, m’all yours-” you told him, keeping the eye contact.

“Fuckfuckfuck, m’gonna cum-” He told you.

“Cum in me, Jack. Want you to cum in me.” you whispered, to which Jack let out a growl, his grip on you tight as he finally came with a broken groan of your name.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, heavy breaths and sweaty bodies, completely engulfed in eachother. Peaceful, that’s what it was. You felt peaceful as Jack left soft kisses up your neck and jaw, and you raked your nails against his scalp, making him purr.

“I love you.” He finally spoke.

“I love you.” you responded.

He kissed you once more before finally pulling out, and you let out a gasp as you felt his cum leak out of you.

Jack had a prideful smile on his face as he watched it happen. “So fuckin’ hot.” he smeared his cum against your clit, making you whine from the sensitivity.

He laughed and got up, peed, and then came back with a warm wet washtowel. He cleaned you up, and kissed your knee whilst doing so.

“C’mon, go pee.” He tapped your thigh, pulling at your arms to sit up in the bed.

“Mmmm, tired.” You said, leaning your head against his shoulder, and he put his arm around you.

“We’ll cuddle after, I promise.” He said kissing your hair. “C’mon.” he said.

You tried to stand but your legs buckled, much like a new born giraffe, and you fell back into his lap.

“Oops. Sorry bout that, lemme help you.” he laughed, carrying you in his arms as he brought you to the toilet. He sat you down and you peed, cleaned up, and then he picked you up again, carrying you to the bed.

Jack wrapped the two of you up in the sheets, and snuggled with you, letting out a content sigh.

“So much for taking it slow.” You giggled.

“Don’t care, you’re mine again. Slow, fast, I don’t care however we do this, I’m not letting you go this time.” He laughed beside you, pulling you closer into him.

“I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” you smiled at him.

“I can’t get enough of you saying that. Love it.” he gushed.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, Jack.” you nudged his nose with yours, kissing him softly.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, Y/N.” he repeated back to you, giggling and cuddling until you both drifted to sleep.

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kimarisgundam · 13 days

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Not irl, just Cyberpunk Red drama again 😅

I just want to say that as myself, I feel so bad for my friend's Rockerboy character cos he's been through so much ;_;

And I feel super bad for backstabbing him as my Netrunner in the beginning of this campaign ;_;

BUT I need to be in character when RPing

My Netrunner abandoned her real name long ago. She goes by her net handle or by the name given to her by her sponsor (actually her bio dad...)

Only her elder brother calls her by her real name when he's exceptionally disappointed with her or when he's concerned about her

As myself, I get that Rockerboy is desperately trying to reconnect with my Netrunner. But as my Netrunner, him calling me by my real name is like an insult to my dead brother

I'm suffering from mild psychosis now. I'm not being rational. To me, it's like Rockerboy thinks he can replace my brother. Who does he think he is? How dare he use my real name >:U

I was vulnerable because I saw him as my first real friend. That's why I trusted him with my name. But he trampled all over my trust >:/

The worst part is he tinted her memory by betraying her trust. They exchanged real names when he shared with her a BD of them sitting under a starry sky far away from Night City

When my Netrunner saw the stars, she dared to dream of being free... which got her into the current mess she's in... but at least for once in her life she found the courage to go against Arasaka/dad. That BD was a precious memory for her

But my friend/Rockerboy just ruined everything by doing the one thing my Netrunner told him never to do 😠. Now she can't think of that day without feeling betrayed 😠

#leave Night City with me my butt #why would my Netrunner want to leave with such a dumb insensitive gonk #I already made peace with the fact that I'm dying sad and alone in this hellhole anyway #my brother is gone. I wanted to go with him but nooooo #Rockerboy had to butt in with his big butt to save me #Let me go! I wanted to go! it's less painful this way >:U #personal #cyberpunk red related

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vdragon-creations · 2 months

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It's almost 12 at night, my tooth hurts like hell and I can't sleep. So I'm just gunna go ahead and ramble about some of the different versions of Sasha! Enjoy!

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2003 Sasha: So this Sasha is a Pescatarian. Most of the time, if she's eating meat, it's strictly fish or even eggs. But the sight of eating meat makes her very uncomfortable.

2012 Sasha: While not being the most tech savvy version, still knows the in's and out's of her Kraang Gauntlets and Scythe.

IDW Sasha: She has a very weird way of speaking. I really have to be careful with how I write her dialog. She has moments where her God side is speaking, and times where SHE is speaking. It makes for an interesting character if you're not 100% sure if it's truly one or the other you're dealing with.

Bayverse Sasha: She's a bit of a freak....if you catch my drift. A real wild cat if you will.

87 Sasha: She and Erma HATE each other. 87 Sasha is not above being a petty jealous bitch if she gets too close to Donnie.

Mirage Sasha: She and Donnie have a very complicated relationship. While Sasha would 100% kill him or his brothers at any opportunity, she never does, and more often then not will assist them if they're in deep shit. This is mostly due to a "jealousy/Territorial" trait of her's for Donnie in particular. Sort of a "He's my pray! And if you want him dead, you'll have to kill me first!" In reality, i feel like if she was a canon character for the turtle lore, this is the trait that would've led to the Shipping her with Donnie thing.

2003 Sasha: She's one of those introverts that seems chill around a bunch of folks so long as she knows them a bit. But stick her in a situation where she knows absolutely nothing and can't use her current knowledge to navigate it, she becomes a very reserved and shy individual.

Batman Sasha: While this is canon for all of her versions, it's especially relevant for this lady. Sasha is a MASSIVE Batman fangirl. (Hint's the cape and over all esthetic of her Assassin's uniform.)

2007 Sasha: While she's is nowhere the most commanding version of herself, she is however VERY combative with her brother. And she's the only version that don't have the most loving relationship with her brother.

Rise Sasha: I've talked about it before, but Rise Sasha is a lot like Rise Donnie, and uses a mostly over the top confident mask to hide her insecurities. When she was human, she wasn't in anyway the strongest or most sociable kid. After being mutated, see saw it as an opportunity to be better then her human self. But this had led to her hating her old self. She HATES talking about it and keeps it a secret. (The only ones to know are April, Donnie, and Mikey. April was the only one she outright told, Donnie just happened to overhear it. And April later told Mikey.)

Rise Sasha: Canonically, I have a storyline that involves she and Donnie getting "Married". Though it's mostly just him giving her a handmade Promise Ring. (In the Krang Apocalypse Future though, this never happens. Instead, it's replaced with one night of "Physical Intimacy" *Wink wonk*. The next day Donnie ends up losing his life while on a mission with Leo. A missions Sasha had told him not to go on. Sasha later finds the ring along with a note that explains how much he loves her, and wanted to be with her once the world was safe again.)

Bayverse Sasha: She was developing a serum to make herself and her pack mates human. as each of them had dreams that supposedly couldn't be made true without being human. (Sasha's being using her knowledge of science to make things better for the world. And also to find love like she'd seen in movies and TV.) Turns out you really don't need to be human for that last one. ;3

Mutant Mayhem Sasha: She may or may not have written a fanfic or two about Donnie before meeting him IRL after seeing him and his brothers fighting Superfly. She never posted it of course and will more then likely have this secret die with her!

And now for a special entry! A little peak into what's to come for Fortnite Sasha!

Fortnite Sasha: She's from another planet inhabited by other cat people who use a mixture of Technology and Magic! They're at war with a race of reptilian people. So when she first met the Turtles, she wasn't very friendly. Not helped by the fact her Lingua was damaged when she crashed on earth, so now she can't understand or speck to them. Her native language sounds a lot like Swahili on earth. While she's no warrior, she's no slouch in a fight. She's a hunter by trade, and her weapon has five modes: Spear, Sword, Bow, Dagger, and Whip. Only the females of her race are hunters, and while they aren't allowed to marry and start families, they aren't restricted from having romantic relationships. Especially if it's with another hunter. In otherwards, a lot of the hunters are either Pan, Bi, or Lesbian. Sasha herself, being Bi, not realizing so until meeting Donnie and getting to know him more. He's the one who actually fixes her Lingua so she can finally communicate with them. (While writing, i was debating on making her species a lot like The Tamaraneans from Teen Titans, where they learn languages through lip contact. But eh, don't really think Sasha would wanna get in that close with a stranger right off the bat just to learn how to talk to them. Much less if they look like a race they're currently at war with.)

And finally, I'll share a little WIP of her design. I may add or take a few things, but I love her so much already!

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Ok Primo lovers! The next installment of Potpourri is LIVE!!!!

Thank you all for once again being patient with me as I work on things and juggle my IRL responsibilities as well. I appreciate you all so much.

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Potpourri

During his retirement, Papa Primo Emeritus falls in love with a new Sister of Sin who has suffered a tragic loss. While the new sister settles into the Abbey, Primo can't help but grow more infatuated with her. Promising to give her everything she desires, but can he win her affections when she still can't let go of the past?

Chapter 6: Potpourri

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The night of the new sibling initiation had come and gone. Days passing as gently as the spring breeze and the Abbey returning back to normal routine. Only the memory and the new titles of newcomers remained. That was for all except what happened between Primo and Gwen.

The Abbey was practically buzzing with it. The normally composed and eldest Emeritus son had been spotted ravishing one of the new siblings during initiation, a truth that had been on all the mouths of those who dwelled in the Abbey. Both ghouls and siblings alike were intrigued by it. Though carnal interactions with siblings were commonplace for his younger brothers, this kind of conduct wasn’t at all what the Abbey inhabitants had come to expect from Primo.

All of them, smiling and whispering whenever they saw Papa and the new sister together. It took all Fiona had not to spill the small juicy details she had acquired of her friend's affair. Though what she and everyone else had been conjuring up was far more salacious than reality. While they had crossed a definite line during the ritual, every night since had been a slow, chaste passing.

Both of them, choosing to get to know one another before anything else—maybe even become friends. Gwen was still so fragile and Primo wasn’t about to be the one to break her. He knew that it was meant to be and that if he was right, eventually, she would come around. Her wounded heart only needed the time to heal before they might be something more. He had, however, begun to grow impatient.

Primo tried his best to push away the thoughts, but more often than not he found himself needing to release. To relieve his built-up sexual tension with his own hand. The thoughts of Gwen constantly on his mind. The way she felt as he slipped his fingers inside her. The sound of her moaning in his ear. He wanted desperately to know what she’d feel like while he pounded into her. Feeling her all around him as he spilled himself inside her—so that he might give her the child he knew she so badly wanted.

Even though it had been weeks since their night together, Gwen hadn’t made any hint of wanting anything more than Primo's companionship. They were becoming closer, at least that's what he told himself. He had even begun to teach her about conjugation and spell casting. Choosing to focus on simple things like inanimatum manifestationem and charm spells. Gwen, however, was most interested in communing with the spirit realm.

It was in the quiet times between them that Gwen shared with him too. Not about anything so magical as Primo, but about her life leading up to the arrival at the Abbey. A little more revealed of herself as each moment came. The most recent story being that of the day she lost her child. It was then that Primo had felt the full weight of it.

As the words left her, he could feel the constant ache that afflicted her. The wound of the soul that Gwen thought might never heal. She had also told him about her failings in love. Lamenting that things had always been very one sided, though it took her some time to realize it.

The subject of love had come up again whilst Gwen and Primo worked to prepare the chapel for the evening's Black Mass. Gathering up the spent incense and emptying the vases of the old dried out arrangements. Primo followed Gwen back into the sacristy determined to have her see that things would get better. “You know they were wrong to overlook you cara mia.” Primo said as he placed his hand over hers.

“If you say so Papa…maybe…” she sighed, still clutching the dead, dried flowers, “I feel as though I am nothing. Like these dead plants. Just a shell of what I once was.”

“No...”

“I’m sorry?” Gwen asked as she went to toss the bouquets into the trash. Primo gently grabbed her wrist before she could release them. Both of them, locking eyes as Primo began to speak.

“The life in these flowers is gone, but they can still be a part of something beautiful.” Primo explained.

“You’re kidding, right?” she asked him, looking more than a bit confused. Primo’s face was now more serious than ever. A look that made Gwen swallow back a bit as he took the flowers from her. Pulling the dried buds from their stem and placing them gently in a small basket in the center of the table.

“They can be an offering—or even made into potpourri…they are not the same as they once were, that is true, but these blossoms can still be something beautiful.”

“I see.” she replied knowing that he was most certainly alluding to her. Primo was in love with her and Gwen very much felt it. It was getting harder for her too to deny the feelings she had for him. Worried that she’d regret acting on them. And she already had too many regrets to speak of.

A moment however had reached them. Gwen could sense it—something about the way he looked at her. The sweet charm of his romantic, but cliche, speech and the soft smile on his face that made her guard fall. Primo must have sensed it too because he reached down to take Gwen’s face in his hand. Slowly bending down to kiss her fully on her lips.

She didn’t pull back, instead leaning into him. The taste of his mouth like the sweet nectar of fruit. The gentle touch of silk that was his lips. This was the first kiss she had truly wanted. Not some pity and haze-induced endeavor, fueled by outside forces. No—this was only them.

Gwen brought her arms around Primo’s neck, kissing him harder. Tears streamed down her face as they continued. Primo, taking the leap of faith as he brought his tongue into her mouth. Slow and sensual, not the lustful and rushed way he had before. They melted into one another.

When Gwen finally, and reluctantly, did pull back she smiled. Both of them, a bit breathless and flushed. This was all she could do for now and there were responsibilities she had to tend to. Primo seemed to understand, even without her saying it. Helping her adjust her veil before fixing his own cassock. Hoping that the swell in his pants was hidden well enough to not ruin the sweet moment between them.

“I must be going Papa…thank you for…um…everything.” Gwen smiled more.

“Of course, amore." He told her. Gwen turned to leave and Primo knew he couldn't just leave it at that, "...would you? Would you sit beside me in the pews tonight? I would very much appreciate your company.” Primo asked, watching with joy as Gwen nodded. Progress—Primo was thrilled. Watching with hopefulness in his heart as Gwen took her leave from the sacristy.

Hours had passed since their kiss and Primo still couldn’t get it off his mind. The whole night spent in blissful merriment, especially with her seated next to him in the pews. He had managed to hold her hand throughout the sermon. Gently gliding his thumb over the top as Terzo went off on one of his rants about pridefulness.

The two of them, glancing at one another endlessly. Looking as if they wished to sneak off together. Gwen had even allowed Primo to walk her back to her dorm. The two of them, finding Fiona waiting up for her friend—along with a whole row of little eavesdroppers. All spilling of their rooms from their doorways as Papa left her there. Another gentle kiss on the lips before the door closed and Primo would return to his chambers.

When midnight struck, he was still tossing and turning in his bed. Thinking about Gwen's sweet face. Primo was finally beginning to drift when he startled. The phone, ringing loudly and echoing in the vast openness of the room. Primo rushed out from his sheets towards the old rotary that sat near his favorite armchair. Lifting up the receiver and bringing it to his ear.

"What could you possibly want at this hour?" He chided, unsure of exactly who was on the other line. Thankfully it was Secondo and the revelation allowed Primo renewed justification in his ire.

"Oh, calmati, vecchio sciocco." Secondo scoffed, practically able to see the way Primo's face contorted on the other end.

"What do you want fratellino?" Primo asked him, clearing his throat and trying to keep his patience.

"The prodigal son returns tonight. Thought we may indulge in a game or two. Stay up until his return…that is if you can manage it?"

"Pfft…I'll be down soon." Primo replied, already knowing exactly where to go.

Primo made his way down from his chambers to the main hall. Feeling the wear of the day and his lack of sleep upon him as he found this path in the dark. When he reached his destination he was met with Terzo, Secondo, and Saltarian staring him down. The three of them, sitting in the clergy break room as Primo stood in the doorway, all awaiting Copia return.

The hours were now steadily creeping into the early morning and the normal show of fanfare would be held off until morning broke. Just the way Copia liked it. The fourth Papa, preferring to get adjusted to being home before all the “hullabaloo” commenced.

“Were the fuck have you been? We’ve been waiting for over an hour.” Secondo scoffed.

“It's late fratello. Give…what did you call me before? An OLD man a moment…I am here now. Deal me in.” Primo responded. Their youngest brother’s arrival seemed the perfect excuse to play cards and, for Primo’s brothers, an opportunity to grill him. Now along with Saltarian’s help they could find out just what his intentions were with his mysterious and melancholic sister.

“And what shall we play…Uno?” Mr. Saltarian laughed, trying to inject some humor back into the conversation. Running his fingers over the packs of cards that lined the cabinet until he found the Uno cards.

“I will only play that if Primo will agree to answer my questions…since he cheats.” Secondo replied. Primo nodded to Saltarian to grab them, his friend handing them over to Secondo who began to shuffle. Secondo reluctantly began tossing them out across the round table, the rest of the men collecting their hands before Secondo placed the first card down in the center.

“Sono offeso.” Primo scoffed, “I do not cheat…you are just a sore loser.”

“Ok then…go ahead and pretend that you do not, in fact, enchant the cards stronzo and that it is pure coincidence that you always win when we play this damn game.” he sniped. Both Mr. Saltarian and Terzo rolling their eyes at them when Primo finally took his seat.

“What is it you want to know so badly then?” Primo asked him. Terzo adjusted himself in the chair, popping the cork out from his wine bottle and taking a swig—not even bothering to gather himself a glass. Preferring to drink straight from the bottle on game nights such as this.

“Yeah Sec..what's got your panties all in a bunch?” he smirked. The table got quiet for a moment, all of them looking up from their cards at Secondo who was staring daggers at Primo.

“Sister Guinevere…”

“Ah si, il mio fiore delicato. What about her?” Primo responded.

“You two seem to be getting very close as of late…well that is, if some of the rumors floating amongst the siblings and ghouls are to be believed. What they’ve told me...” Secondo hummed, taking the first turn and setting down his red number 2 card to start.

“Just what have they reported back fratellino? Are you having them spy on me now?” Primo chuckled. Smirking as he forced Secondo to draw 4. Delighting in the grimace on Secondo's face as he added the cards to his hand.

“No…it’s just I worry. You’ve already bound yourself to her and she's a bit of a wild card.”

“Speaking of.” Terzo laughed as he placed his wild card down on top. “I mean Primo, she did only just a few weeks ago try to…” Terzo chose to continue before Saltarian tapped his arm. “We don’t want to see you hurt either.”

“I can make her happy and I will.” Primo smiled, Saltarian smiling back at him. The two of them, having an unspoken understanding. He too had been watching them. Seeing Gwen open up to Primo as days passed. Primo’s plan to win her heart was simple to him as the planting of seeds and Saltarian could see that things were already beginning to blossom between them.

“Oh, and just how are you planning on doing that?” Secondo asked his tone snide and smug, as always as he laid down his next card.

“I’m going to give her what she wants.” he explained, shuffling his deck for his next card. Both Secondo and Terzo, waiting for him to continue.

“...and that is what exactly?” Secondo groaned, frustrated with Primo’s drawn out exposition.

“Vita eterna.” he smiled, placing down his card on the stack.

“What? You can't be serious…” Secondo inquired; certain he knew what Primo was getting at.

“I’m going to give her a child. My child.” Primo responded, Terzo immediately began choking on his wine as Secondo sat back stunned in his chair. Both brothers, dead silent and completely taken back by his intentions.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me? Knocking her up is not the ans—" Secondo hissed before Primo rushed at him. The two of them, ready to brawl. Thankfully Saltarian was surprisingly quicker. Holding both men back from doing anything stupid in the heat of the moment.

"Am…I…ah interrupting something?" Copia said, dropping down his bags as he entered the break room.

"Copia! Fratellino!" Terzo called out as he went to stand beside him. "Glad you came when you did. Otherwise, you might have 2 less fratelli." He explained, covering his mouth so Secondo and Primo might not hear him.

"Seems there's a disagreement about a relationship between Papa and his new Sister of sin." Saltarian explained. Copia went to give Saltarian a fist bump, for which he was not amused. Copia immediately withdrew his hand, a bit embarrassed but continued on. Looking straight at Secondo before he continued, clearly assuming he was the offending Papa.

"So…ah…Secondo…who is the lucky girl?" Copia asked with a smile, taking the empty seat at the table.

"It's me Copia…not Secondo." Primo explained as the rest of the men all sat back down. Secondo grumbling under his breath.

"You? Now that's a surprise." Copia laughed nervously, scratching the back of his salt and peppered head.

"Oh just you wait." Terzo chuckled, giving him a slap to the back. Copia's face turned paler than usual.

"Che cosa significa in tutte le cose empie?" He asked. Primo let out a sigh, surely Copia would be more supportive.

"I'm going to have a child with her." He said plainly. His voice, soft but firm. Copia swallowed back, already life back at the Abbey was becoming more interesting.

"Lei è incinta?" Copia asked him.

"No…no…but hopefully soon." Primo responded.

"I think it's a wonderful idea. Good for you wanting to be a Papa…well…heh...a father. I can't wait to be a zio." Copia laughed nervously. Secondo huffing before resigning himself to silence at the table.

"Me too." Terzo chimed in, "I want you to be happy Primo. Obviously, you better get on it soon Lucifer knows you aren't getting any younger."

"Thank you." Primo smiled, clearly however annoyed at Terzo jab. Saltarian lifted up his wine glass to toast Primo.

"Possiate entrambi essere fecondi e moltiplicarvi." Saltarian said.

"Cin cin" said Terzo, lifting up his wine bottle. Secondo waving them on.

"Si…well since Copia is home, I say we make a new start." Secondo explained, the faintest of thinly pressed smiles on his lips. Primo placed his hand on Copia's shoulder and looked Secondo in the eye.

"Sounds good to me."

Notes:

Oh, calmati, vecchio sciocco. -Oh quiet yourself, you old fool.

Sono offeso- I am offended

il mio fiore delicato- my delicate blossom

vita eterna- Life eternal

Che cosa significa in tutte le cose empie- What in all things unholy does that mean?

Lei è incinta?- she's pregnant?

Zio- uncle

Cin cin- cheers

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submissivegayfrenchboy · 1 year

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09 / 05 / 2023

🇺🇲🇬🇧 ENGLISH / ANGLAIS 🇬🇧🇺🇲

MAN OF THE DAY #68 : PRINCE WILLIAM

The MAN OF THE DAY is Prince William of Wales. Why did I never talked about him? 😳 He is one of my first crush, because I was so pleased to know that Prince Charming really existed in real life and not just in fairytales.

Prince William is the eldest son of the actual King Charles III of England and his first wife Lady Diana Spencer. Prince William was born in 1982, so he is currently 40 and honestly still looks as good as he did when he was 20.

Yes, it's true, he looked like a real prince charming with his soft blond hair inherited from his mother the sublime Lady Diana.

As you can see in the photos I included to illustrate this article, he have very long feet that I would be honored to worship (I'm sure his feet are longer than my face), but also a nice smile, blond hair that looks good with his perfect face (even though he lost his hairs now), and he is also really very sexy with a beard that makes him really masculine.

Many people fantasized about him when he was young and had lots of hair. However, I discovered Prince William during his marriage to the magnificent Catherine (and I insist, her name is "Catherine" and not "Kate"!) Middleton.

At that time, Prince William already had very little hair but yet he was very attractive because he was tall (he is 1.91m tall, he is the tallest man in his family, and he got that from his big brother. -paternal father), but also distinguished, elegant and sober, graceful and masculine.

You just have to see photos of his muscular body, of his arms, because even if he is not very muscular, he is still divine with this body. Every part of his body deserves to be sniffed, kissed and licked, and I would gladly do that.

He forms with his wife Catherine a very beautiful couple, and of course I would have liked to be married by him, or else to be their child. If I had been the son of Prince William, I would be a very obedient boy, and I might have fallen in love with my own father!

When I see derivative products bearing his image, I want to buy them, like this Funko Pop that I regret not having bought when I saw it in store!

I would admire and kiss it everyday, wishing I could do the same irl.

I would like to become English just to tell myself that I am King William V's subject and that he is my King! 👑 I worship him so much

I found that the Prince of Wales was really very noble during the coronation of his father Charles III and his mother-in-law Camilla. Have you watched the royal coronation? I do. In full. The Prince was so handsome, and his wife Catherine and their children too.

I would so love to be able to kiss Prince William of Wales, massage his body and simply be at his service.

That's why I planned a story about him, of which here is an excerpt.

Rid of the magnificent but cumbersome ceremonial outfit worn at the coronation of his father and his mother-in-law, the Prince was going to dress more comfortably. Sitting on a servant's face didn't bother him because he could fart at any moment.

Servant Larry was massaging the tense and tired yet muscular shoulders of the sublime Prince.

LARRY: "Your Royal Highness is tense. Relax, Your Highness, please."

HRH PRINCE WILLIAM OF WALES: "Hum.... Larry.... Press more... That's good my boy.... Your prince is satisfied by you".

The Prince's feet were of a beauty that one could cry with happiness while admiring them. Touching them was like stroking satin. Seeing them was like looking at a work of art. Smelling them was like smelling the most fragrant of roses. Kissing them was like discovering love, the purest of loves. Licking them was like tasting the most delicate, tastiest, most nutritious dish.

HRH PRINCE WILLIAM OF WALES: "My feet are exhausted. Lick them for me, please."

The princely feet were slender but so tall that they exceeded the size of his footlicking servant's head.

THE PRINCE OF WALES'S FEET LICKER : "Thank you so much for allowing my tongue to touch Your Highness' sublime feet."

He began by sniffing the feet, but not too long so as not to keep the Prince waiting. He kissed them so that the Prince would get used to the touch of his mouth on his feet. Then, he took out his tongue and slid it along the foot, he licked along the sole and went up to finish with a kiss. The purpose was to moisten the feet to make them more flexible after being locked in these elegant but flat and rigid shoes.

So I hope that makes you want to read more of the story about His Royal Highness Prince William of Wales.

If there are things you would like me to include, let me know. I already have a script prepared, but I would be curious to know what you would like to do with the Prince, or what opinion you have of him.

Kind, handsome, funny, generous, to me Prince William is perfect.

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HOMME DU JOUR #68 : PRINCE WILLIAM

L'HOMME DU JOUR est le Prince William de Galles. Pourquoi n'ai-je jamais parlé de lui ? 😳 Il est l'un de mes premiers coups de coeur, car j'étais tellement content de savoir qu'un Prince Charmant existe vraiment dans la vraie vie et pas seulement dans les contes de fées. Le prince William est le fils aîné de l'actuel roi Charles III d'Angleterre et de sa première épouse, Lady Diana Spencer.

Le Prince William est né en 1982, il a donc actuellement 40 ans et honnêtement il est toujours aussi beau que lorsqu'il avait 20 ans. Oui, c'est vrai, il ressemblait à un vrai prince charmant avec ses doux cheveux blonds hérités de sa mère la sublime Lady Diana.

Comme vous le voyez sur les photos que j'ai inclue pour illustrer cet article, il avait un beau sourire, des cheveux blonds qui allaient avec son visage, et puis il est aussi vraiment très sexy avec une barbe qui le rend vraiment masculin. Beaucoup de gens fantasmaient sur lui quand il était jeune et avait pleins de cheveux.

Pourtant, j'ai découvert le Prince William lors de son mariage avec la magnifique Catherine (et j'insiste, elle s'appelle "Catherine" et non pas "Kate"!) Middleton. À ce moment là, le Prince William n'avait déjà plus beaucoup de cheveux mais pourtant il était très attirant car grand (il mesure 1 m 91, il est l'homme le plus grand de sa famille, et il tient ça de son grand-père paternel), mais aussi distingué, élégant et sobre, gracieux et masculin.

Il n'y a qu'à voir des photos de son corps musclé, de ses bras, car même s'il n'est pas très musclé il n'en reste pas moins divin avec ce corps. Tout chez lui mérite d'être lèché, reniflé et embrassé car il est un dieu vivant.

Il forme avec son épouse Catherine un très beau couple, et bien sûr j'aurais aimé être épousé par lui, ou alors être leur enfant. Si j'avais été le fils du Prince William, je serai un garçon très obéissant, et je serai peut-être tombé amoureux de mon propre père ! 😍

Quand je vois des produits dérivés à son effigie, j'ai envie de les acheter, à l'image de ce Funko Pop que je regrette de ne pas avoir acheté lorsque je l'avais vu en boutique ! J'aimerais devenir Anglais juste pour me dire que je suis son sujet et qu'il est mon Roi ! 👑J'ai trouvé que le Prince de Galles était vraiment très noble lors du sacre de son père Charles III et de sa belle-mère Camilla. Avez-vous regardé le sacre royal ? Moi oui. En entier. Le Prince était tellement beau, et son épouse Catherine et leurs enfants aussi.

J'aimerais tellement pouvoir embrasser le Prince William de Galles, masser son corps et tout simplement être à son service.

C'est pourquoi j'ai prévu une histoire sur lui, dont voici un extrait.

Débarrassé de la magnifique mais encombrante tenue d'apparat porté au sacre de son père et de sa belle-mère, le Prince allait s'habiller de manière plus confortable. S'asseoir sur le visage d'un serviteur ne le dérangeait pas car il pouvait péter à tout instant.

Le domestique Larry massait les épaules tendues et fatigués mais néanmoins musclés du sublime Prince.

LARRY : "Votre Altesse Royale est tendu. Détendez-vous, Votre Altesse, s'il-vous-plaît."

SAR PRINCE WILLIAM DE GALLES : "Hum.... Larry.... Appuie plus... Voilà c'est bien mon garçon.... Ton prince est content de toi".

Deux serviteurs étaient prosternés à ses pieds pour retirer ses chaussures et ses chaussettes. Une fois que les chaussures et les longues chaussettes du Prince William furent retirées, les deux soumis des pieds étaient occupés à embrasser les pieds du Prince.

Ils commencèrent par humer les pieds, mais pas trop longtemps pour ne pas faire attendre le Prince. Ils les ont embrasser pour que le Prince se réhabitue au contact des bouches sur ses pieds. Puis, ils ont sortit leurs langues et les firent glisser le long des pieds, ils léchaient le long des semelle et remontaient pour finir par un baiser. Le but était d'humidifier les pieds pour les rendre plus souples après avoir été enfermés dans ces chaussures élégantes mais plates et rigides.

SON ALTESSE ROYALE LE PRINCE WILLIAM DE GALLES : "Mes pieds sont exténués. Lécher les pour moi, je vous prie."

LE LÉCHEUR DE PIEDS DU PRINCE DE GALLES : "Merci infiniment de permettre à ma langue de toucher les sublimes pieds de Votre Altesse."

Les pieds du Prince étaient d'une beauté que l'on pouvait pleurer de bonheur en les admirant. Les toucher, c'était comme caresser du satin. Les voir, c'était comme contempler une œuvre d'art. Les sentir, c'était comme humer la plus odorante des roses. Les embrasser, c'était comme découvrir l'amour, le plus pur des amours. Les lécher, c'était comme déguster le met le plus délicat, le plus goutu, le plus nourrissant. Les pieds princiers étaient fins mais tellement grands qu'ils dépassaient la taille de la tête de son serviteur lécheur de pieds.

J'éspère que cela vous donnera envie de lire l'histoire complète sur Son Altesse Royale le Prince William de Galles, que je vénère.

S'il y a des choses que vous aimeriez que j'inclue, faites le moi savoir. J'ai déjà un scénario préparé, mais je serais curieux de savoir ce que vous aimeriez faire au Prince, ou quel opinion vous avez sur lui.

Beau, drôle, gentil, digne, pour moi le Prince William est parfait.

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ei-w · 1 year

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nowadays I am trying to find myself again within my life, which means my mind is off from writing (my brain is just not working for that for a few weeks) and I'm not yet practised enough (or have the right device) for proper art. I'm not working since the beginning of December and I'm waiting for the response from the university whether I can start studying from February or not. time means now the possibility to re-value myself but at the same time it is odd 'not doing anything' (which is of course not nothing, I'm helping my surrounding and arranging numerous irl things I didn't have time before due to 'busy life'). long story short, now I'm switching constantly between writing (drafting plans for Invisobang or producing drabbles) and getting familiar with the drawing app I have.

now, I tried to make art/sketch - until I led myself into a glitch (because I am stupid, only in delay recognising that her hair is supposed to be white if she is in ghost form) and made a pause in the drawing it further, switching to writing instead and reversing the colours on another day. but despite the glitch I have to fix another day, here is Danielle:

desciption: she is cutely munching on a sandwich/gyros, kept within her hands, on a roof with her 'brother' in Elmerton (her sibling is not drawn yet)

little scene background: it plays on the first/second day when she agrees to join to Dan to live together in Elmerton and try to live a normal-ish, human life.

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once-to-be-written fic's story:

Dani spends too much time to figure out a new name for herself and having enough Dan with her pickiness, takes the book with the surnames from her, telling that it is late and they - especially her - should eat. He hopes that at least the gyros place is open in this late hour. Dani cries out that she couldn't choose yet a name for herself and only reached half of the 'Bs' to what Dan says that she can keep her 'basic' one (Danielle) is she wants it because he kept his too, (Daniel) not changing it.

Walking towards the gyros corner, Dani decides to go on with her original one but as having no family name, Dan tries to help her figure out a new one, listing ghost-related ones, like: Spectre, Shadow, Shade... Dani asks what he has because that would be good for her too. Saying nothing, just mumbling under his nose that he doesn't believe she would like it much, it hits Dani that he is wearing the name Masters. Dani then takes a vote on Shade for her, claiming though that he has to explain to her Masters later (she would approve him that name!).

(side note: Dani doesn't know much about Dan just that he is an older version of Danny from another timeline - that was what he said to her at least - and that he lived with Vlad before for a shorter time. They met because Dan saw her being hurt in CW's screen and saved her - they are hanging out since)

They reach the corner for food but it looks like the place is closing. Dan tries to pay for the guy to make them portion but the guy is unwilling. Before figuring out another way, Dani loses patience but Dan acts before her and overshadows the guy with a duplicate before Dani could attack the human.

Settled on the roof, they consume the sandwiches made by gyros-guy-Dan, where Dan scolds her to never make him do this again. His mind is already messy and overshadowing anyone just makes everything messier. But Dani doesn't hear him, she finds the trick awesome and cool and asks him if he can teach her doing this too and everything else. Shocked by her request, Dan just slowly agrees.

They then spend the rest of the night on the roof.

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#danny phantom #dp fanfic #dp fanart #dan phantom #dark danny #danielle phantom #dani phantom #dp au #dan-redemption #i have this concept and scene for a while in my head #maybe i should write it but right now I'm working on something else #you can ask about it though if you want to I'd happily answer questions regarding this #concept

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octonauts16 · 1 year

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The Real Husbands of Octonauts' Gals (Real Housewives parody)

🌸IRL I don't watch the show but the parody version of the housewives TV show is hilarious!🌸

Shasha got out an ultrasound and handed it to him, Kwazii and the rest of the guys looked at it as they were surprised and gasped,

Kwazii: 1...2...3...

Shasha: I'M HAVING TRIPLETS!!!!

They all screamed in happiness, Kwazii picked up his wife and spanned her around as tears came across his eyes, he was so happy, he looked at the picture and kissed his wife very passionately.

Now it's a beautiful day under the deep blue sea, all of the wives of the Octonauts' Gals were out helping with Shasha's baby shower and Gender reveal party, while the husbands were working together and assisting Kwazii. It was okay with Inkling for the husbands to borrow his blue chair for the camera crew for their new show,

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The camera viewed Kwazii sitting on a blue chair,

Kwazii: Well, this is exciting and unexpected, but I'm happier than a pirate who loves his treasure! And Shasha is my treasure for the rest of my life. But first, my mates and I must pick out my three babies' names...

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INTRO:

Kwazii: I may be a fearless pirate! But I love my family, my wife and daughter, and my friends!

Logan: Been there! Done that! And I'm never looking back at the past!

Johnathan: I may be a yoga instructor! But I love stirring the pot!

Shellington: I'm not just a Marine Biologist! I'm a sea otter with a passion for Autism Acceptance!

Barnacles: I'm cuddling as a Teddy Bear, but don't make me mad!

Peso: And I'm a medic!

OUTRO:

✨The Real Husbands of Octonauts' Gals✨

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In the HQ of the Octonauts with all the husbands, they are all excited to help Kwazii to pick out the names of his kittens,

Kwazii: All right mateys, I know all of you have great ideas for the names of my new kittens.

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The camera viewed Logan sitting on a blue chair,

Logan: Hello...If it's three girls we should name them, Mary Lou, Jane, and Matilda, they are such beautiful names for three beautiful girls.

The camera viewed Peso sitting on a blue chair,

Peso: Picking names...I am happy to help as long it's not too difficult to pronouns.

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Kwazii: I have a list of names that may be perfect and-

Tunip and the Vegimals were panicking the guys were curious why they were panicking until a female cat came out from the launch bay. She was wearing an Egirl outfit her red hair was styled in spacebuns, they all looked at the unknown female cat as Kwazii recognized her as if he had her since birth,

Kwazii: Is that?

The girl removed her sunglasses as she saw Kwazii and the other guys with a big smile on her face,

?????: Hey there, big brother!

She laughed as the guys had disgusted and disappointed expressions on their faces, Kwazii crosses his arms in annoyance,

Kwazii: Hello...Ruby...

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The camera viewed Kwazii sitting on a blue chair,

Kwazii: Ruby is...like a pimple...she just shows up out of nowhere and she's a real pain to get rid of unless you have that special vanishing acne cream.

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Ruby: *Overjoy* OH! Of course, I'll help you pick out some adorable things for your triplets! Plus, the producer said that the ratings were dropping at an alarming speed. Of course, they weren't kidding. *Look at the guys in sarcasm* Look at you guys! *Laughs*

Kwazii: *Laugh nervous*

Ruby hugged her older brother as The guys were disappointed in Kwazii for not telling them about Ruby and they were giving her the silent treatment,

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The camera viewed Ruby sitting on a blue chair,

Ruby: Kwaz and I was inseparable when we were in Japan while he was in High School. And he told me when he was on that little cruise, he facetime me and asked me if I could help with his triplets.

The camera viewed Kwazii sitting on a blue chair,

Kwazii: *Mad* SHE SAID THAT! OH! WAIT UNTIL I-*nervous* Oh! Shiver me Whiskers! I did say that to her...

Ruby came in and playful sat down next to Kwazii with a baby plan book,

Ruby: That's right! I've been planning this since you got back from The Bahamas.

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Ruby let go of her brother and looked at her brother's friends who were still giving her the silent treatment,

Ruby: *sarcastic* Don't worry BOYS! It's not like I'm more important than you guys, it means that I'm a little teeny tiny more special than all you losers...

Johnathan glared at her his ears went back as he gave her a low deep growl giving her the sign to back off, he was about to attack her until Barnacles and Shellington held him, Logan just rolled his eyes as Peso got scared,

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The camera viewed Logan sitting on a blue chair,

Logan: I do not like Ruby. *mad* And who is she calling losers!

The camera viewed Johnathan sitting on a blue chair,

Johnathan: I heard she does not even have natural red hair like Kwazii's before he dyed it blonde,

The camera viewed Shellington sitting on a blue chair,

Shellington: Kwazii could have told us about him making a promise to Ruby to help him with the triplets before us. But then again, she has no right to bully us like that over three kittens.

The camera viewed Barnacles sitting on a blue chair,

Barnacles: What world does she live in to insult us like that? Shel and I haven't had that kind of insult since '92.

The camera viewed Peso sitting on a blue chair,

Peso: To be honest, I like Ruby...

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Ruby was picking everything for Kwazii's babies, the clothes, the toys, the theme for the baby shower, everything that you can think of to the point where Ruby is putting herself in the spotlight instead of Kwazii,

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The camera viewed Kwazii sitting on a blue chair,

Kwazii: I know Ruby is helping and I love her for that, *Mad* BUT I'M GETTING READY TO PULL THOSE RIDICULOUS SPACESBUNS OFF OF HER HEAD!

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While Ruby was busy with Kwazii's baby plans that she got carried away, Kwazii and his friends were on the other side of the room seeing Ruby focusing on the babies stuff,

Johnathan: Kwazii, you could have told us that you already asked Ruby to pick out the triplets' things.

Kwazii: Me Hearties, that was just a mistake that I made so I can get her hyped up. And besides; Ruby has a mind of an Elephant, she always remembers the littlest things.

Shellington: Barnacles and I could get reservations at that Restaurant that you like, Kwaz.

Kwazii look back at his younger sister and then they secretly left the Octopod without her knowing.

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The camera viewed Johnathan sitting on a blue chair,

Johnathan: I don't know if I'm the only one who notices this, But I have a hunch that there's going to be a catfight between Kwazii and his sister. And I'm not talking about two girls fighting if you get my drift.

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Ruby: Hey Big Bro, what do you think of this sky blue for your-

She stood there dumbfounded at the sight of the empty Octopod but she has her ways to find her brother. Meanwhile; The guys were at the restaurant trying to help pick out names for his kittens but they were not getting anywhere.

Kwazii: *mouthful of chicken* Okay, what if they are all boys. What about...Charles, Bazel & Buddy?

The Guys: No!

Kwazii: What about...Jimmy, Timmy & Johnny?

The Guys: No! KWAZII!

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The camera viewed Logan sitting on a blue chair,

Logan: The last thing that we need are kittens running around with names that all sound the same!

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They were still getting nowhere until Peso saw Ruby behind Kwazii, and he waved at her,

Ruby: hi Ruby!!!

The guys turned around and gasped in ghastliness as they saw the sight of Ruby with her baby plan book,

Ruby: There you are!

Kwazii: *Nervous* Ruby! How did you find-

Ruby: I have my ways, plus I have a surprise for you...Ani

The guys kind of chuckled when Ruby called Kwazii older brother in Japanese, Kwazii chuckled a little in nervousness as he shifted his focus to his younger sister,

Kwazii: I'm in the middle of something here...

Ruby: *Sarcasm* Oh, I see that. And it looks like it's trash day.

They were shocked that she said that as she took the list of names that Kwazii made and threw it away and she got out her list from the book. Kwazii's tail was twitching in inpatient as he felt his face getting hotter and hotter with each word that came out of Ruby's mouth,

Ruby: Here, I have already chosen the names for your kittens. I think you'll like-

Kwazii smacked the book away from Ruby's paws in wrath, and the guys gasped in fearsome Ruby was just as shocked as them. Kwazii got out of his seat and looked down upon his sister,

Kwazii: *anger* THAT'S IT RUBY! THIS IS MY BABY! NOT YOURS!

Ruby: *Mad* You know if didn't want me to help you pick out the baby stuff for your kittens, you could have said so...

Kwazii: *anger* Well if you could let me speak for once...

Ruby: *Mad* You've never even told me about Madison when Shasha was pregnant with her,

Kwazii: *anger* Because I didn't need you at that time!

The guys couldn't help but watch the sibling's argument, Johnathan slowly got out his phone and put on Fishbook live. They left and got on to the parking lot when Ruby got in their way from their cars,

Ruby: *mad* You know! Kwaz! When did you become so phony!?

Kwazii: *anger* PHONY! WHAT?!

Ruby: *mad* This show is fake! Your hair is fake! I BET EVEN YOUR FRIENDS are fake!

Kwazii gasped offensively as the guys kind of stepped back a little being, the guys were getting ready to hold Kwazii back, Johnathan was still on Fishbook live,

Peso: *nervous* Flappity Flippers...

Kwazii: *anger* Don't you talk about my friends!

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The camera viewed Johnathan sitting on a blue chair,

Johnathan: CALLED IT!

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Kwazii: *Anger* DON'T YOU EVER! TALK ABOUT MY FRIENDS!

Kwazii was about to pounce on Ruby followed by a growl and hiss as she started to project her claws and started hissing and lashed out at them, Barnacles and Shellington held Kwazii back from his younger sister,

Ruby: *Anger* YOU KNOW WHAT! FORGET THIS! ENJOY YOUR PHONY BOLONY BABY NAMES!

Kwazii: *Anger* OH! I WILL! AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY...YOUR...YOUR FACE!

Ruby left the parking lot as the guys went to their cars Kwazii wiped the hot tears away from his face,

Kwazii: *anger* I need some Gym therapy!

The guys did a quick change as they went to Planet Healthy,

Barnacles: Let's lift some weights!

After hours of pumping, sweating, and lifting, Kwazii felt so much better.

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The camera viewed Kwazii sitting on a blue chair,

Kwazii: Working out at the Gym always makes me and my mates feel better...

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They all walked outside from the gym, Kwazii ran on the crosswalk of the road, he was focused on the other side, that he didn't hear his friends calling him to watch out. When he turned around a car stop from an inch away from him,

Car driver: WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING! IDIOT!!!

Barnacles: KWAZII!

They all ran to the other side of the street as the guys checked Kwazii if he was alright, especially Peso,

Peso: Are you okay? Are you hurt?

Kwazii: Uh...No...I'm alright...Thanks, matey...

Kwazii started to have a feeling of guilt in his stomach and heart, something wasn't right.

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The camera viewed Kwazii sitting on a blue chair,

Kwazii: When you almost get hit by a car...It makes you think differently about what the world would look like when you are not around anymore...I...*sniffle*

Producer: Are you okay...Do you need a minute?

Kwazii: *Sob* I'm sorry...But...

Kwazii took off the microphone from his shirt and handed it to the producer and got out of the chair,

Kwazii: I need to go and do something before I regret it for the rest of my life...

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Ruby was in the launch bay, she has her stuff ready to go back to Japan trying to shake off the insult from her older brother as her hot tears made her mascara run down her face.

Kwazii: Ruby...Imōto...

Ruby turned around and saw her older brother with a remorseful look on his face,

Ruby: I haven't heard you call me that in...

Kwazii: Forever...I know...

They both sat down on the edge of the launch bay pool with their crisscross, Kwazii held his sister's paw,

Kwazii: I'm sorry that I said all of those awful things to you. It's just ever since what happened on the cruise and with everything happening at once...

Ruby: No, I should apologize to you. I can something get carried away with things like upcoming baby showers and gender reveal parties I just get baby fever a lot when this sort of thing happens.

Kwazii: And I love you for that. I should have called you at the time when Shasha was pregnant with Madison and...*Choke up and sniffle*

Ruby: Tenshi...yeah*sniff*

Ruby took out her baby planning and turned to the page where she chose those three names for Kwazii,

Kwazii: You know there is something that I really want for the names of my three kittens and-

Ruby: I know...if one of the triplets is a boy, you want him to be named after you.

Kwazii: Kwazii Jr.

Ruby showed the list of other names that she circled if the triplets were girls. Seven months later, the gender reveal party was ready, Kwazii and Shasha the balloons, and two balloons popped out pink confetti and the third balloon popped out blue confetti.

Kwazii: Well I'll be a sea monkey's uncle! I'M GOING TO HAVE A SON!!!

They all cheered for joy as Kwazii kissed his wife's pregnant belly and then he hugged all of his friends and family he especially gave Ruby the biggest hug that a big brother could ever give to his little sister,

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The camera viewed Kwazii sitting on a blue chair,

Kwazii: Family is important...without them, we'll be lost and I'm thankful and happy that I have a family that loves me for who I am.

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Barnacles: So Kwazii since you are going to have a son what are you planning to name him and the other two girls?

Kwazii and Shasha looked at each other and then look at their friends and family,

Shasha: Hana, Kiyomi...

Kwazii: And Kwazii Jr. And we will call him KJ for short. *Raise a glass* A toast to Ruby! For helping to make this gender reveal party happened.

They all clink their glasses together as Kwazii hugged his younger sister.

#parody #octonauts #oc story #dramatic

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blackholelynn · 2 years

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Your Protection - Part Seven

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Summary: You work as a cashier in a small convenience store, and your days are completely, painfully normal. After a particularly bad run-in with a rude customer, your life gets flipped upside down, and the only one who you can count on ends up being a complete stranger – Dean Winchester.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of drowning, loss/grief, rude/abusive customer interaction, swearing – these warnings are for this series of parts as a whole, so while some of these warnings may not apply on this part, they will apply for future parts

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: It's hard to believe, but we're at the end! I had only planned for 7 parts of this, but I'm already starting the planning for the sequel. I can't say when it will be done due to irl responsibilities I've had lately, but I hope to have it finished as soon as possible! Thank you all so much for reading!! 🥰

(also very sorry for the last part not being uploaded on Sunday, the previously mentioned irl responsibilities have been kicking my ass a bit lol)

Series Tag List: @leigh70

Supernatural Tag List: @hobby27

Also cross-posted to my AO3 account, you can read it here!

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The motel room was silent as the two brothers packed their belongings into their bags. Another hunt was done, another monster was killed, but there was no celebration. Instead, Sam kept a wary eye on his older brother, who was white-knuckling everything he picked up, throwing it harshly into his bag.

“You know, we could stay–”

Dean interrupted his brother, turning to give him a severe glare. “Don’t. Don’t do the whole Sam thing where you try and make me talk it out.”

“Dean, she almost died for this hunt! The least we can do is stay until we know she’s better.” Sam’s packing was wholly forgotten, his attention entirely focused on his brother, who seemed to be near ready to crack. “She’s called you four times.”

“I know,” Dean answered, his voice cracking. He turned back to throw more clothes into the duffel sitting at the end of his bed, trying to ignore Sam’s frustratingly imploring gaze. Sometimes his brother’s sincerity made him that much more punchable. Right now, it was the last thing he needed. The guilt was already eating away at him, and he didn’t need it anymore. “The best thing for her is for us to get as far away as possible.”

Sam sat down on the edge of his own bed, scoffing at Dean’s pitiful excuse. “And you think that she can have a normal life if we do that? She practically threw herself into hunting, so you’d be an idiot to think she’d stop even if we go.” He stared at his brother’s back for a moment, expecting an answer, but one never came. “Why are you doing this to yourself?”

“This isn’t about me.”

“Bull.”

“Sam, she was almost killed because we didn’t get it right. We leave, and maybe she goes back to working the register at that place. She meets some new friends…a guy.” Dean’s entire body was tense, and he slung his duffel bag over his shoulder. “She doesn’t know how to look for cases, so there’s no reason she would keep hunting.”

Sam’s brows furrowed, but he could see he would get nowhere with this argument. The only thing he could do was finish packing and hope that this wouldn’t make Dean fall into a self-pity spiral for the next month. Dean moved towards the door, not sparing Sam another word or glance. However, he stopped in his tracks when he opened the door.

You stood in the doorway, your fist raised mid-knock, and when you saw him, it instead formed an accusatory finger that you harshly pointed into his chest. “What the hell, Dean?!”

“What…?” He was speechless. You were the last person he expected to be busting down his door, especially in your condition. It was apparent that you were barely back to full strength. Your skin was still deathly pale, your eyes glassy, but there you stood, filled with fury. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ll load the car,” Sam quickly said, rushing past the two of you and out the door.

You forced yourself further into the motel room, making Dean step back further if he didn’t want you to run right into him. “I wake up in the hospital, and you’re nowhere to be found. I call, no answer. Hell, the nurse didn’t even know who had dropped me off. So I come here to find out what the hell is wrong with you, and you’re leaving ?” Your chest heaved with the effort of yelling at him, but you continued nonetheless, completely unable to restrain yourself. “I lied to a detective just to cover your asses so that you weren’t suspects, and yet you’re already one foot out the door.”

“I’m sor–”

“Does it look like I’m even close to done?!” As you continued verbally ripping into him, you’d unwittingly backed him further and further into the room until the back of his knees hit the edge of his bed. However, you were on the warpath, and he had to resign himself to sitting on the foot of his bed, waiting until you were done with your tirade. “You arrogant, selfish ass ! I know why you’re trying to avoid me, and it’s a stupid reason.”

Dean’s chest puffed with some indignation, and he crossed his arms. “Oh, your life is a stupid reason? Because everything that I told you would happen did happen! You almost died!”

“Tell yourself what you want, Dean. I’m not stupid, and the drowning sure as hell didn’t cause brain damage. You’re leaving because you’re scared.”

“Scared?” Now it was Dean’s turn to stand up, but you didn’t back down. You were chest to chest, and his face was only a few inches from your own as he returned your aggressive tone. “Clearly, you don’t know anything about me because it takes more than a damn nixie to scare me.”

The angry response died in your throat as you took in how close the two of you were, and your eyes scanned his face. Surely whatever had been there before wasn’t completely gone, and you just needed to know. Waking up in the hospital room alone had felt like whiplash, and now your emotions were entirely out of whack.

Finally, you managed to find your voice again, and what came out was more dejected than angry. “I woke up alone, and all I could think about was what happened to you. You say that you’re worried about me, but you never once thought about how I would feel.” You swiped away the rogue tear that escaped and looked into his eyes; a frown settled onto your lips. “How worried about you I would be. How scared I would be with you gone. I mean, what was the point of the coffee shop, of comforting me after my nightmare, if you were just going to leave? I had my own grief to work through, my own issues. I didn’t need the extra confusion on top of it.”

“That wasn’t…” Dean trailed off, his brows furrowing as he looked down at you. Clearly, you’d stumped him. He sighed, “I never meant to hurt you.”

“Well, you did.”

“You won’t have to worry about me much longer.”

He went to walk past you, but you quickly grabbed onto the lapels of his jacket, tugging him to you. You don’t know what had gotten into you, but before you could think better of it, you kissed him. It was rough and awkward with your noses bumping, your chin knocking with his. It only lasted a moment before you broke away, but Dean wasted no time closing the distance again, bringing you back to him with a hand at the nape of your neck. The second kiss was much less rushed, but the desperation was palpable. The hand that gripped your waist was almost bruising with how much he clung to you.

When you stopped to gasp for air, you managed to wheeze out, “I want to worry about you, and I want to give whatever this is a try. I didn’t come here just to chew you out. I also came to make you stay.”

“I can’t stay.” Dean’s forehead fell against your own, and his eyes were gloomy. “Sam and I…this is our life. We hunt, and then we move on.”

“Then I want to come with you.” You saw him object before he could even get the words out, and you silenced him with another short peck, whispering against his lips, “Unless you can honestly tell me there’s nothing here between us, then I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Dean stalled, clearly irritated by the ultimatum you’d just given him. “You know there is.”

“Then there shouldn’t be an issue.”

“What about your apartment? Your job? You have a life here, and you’re just going to up and leave?”

“Yep,” you answered simply, a small smile on your face. “My life here is contingent on an apartment where I live alone and a job I hate. It’s not a hard ask.”

He paused, seemingly considering it. You could see the cogs of his mind turning, trying to think about it, and you knew if he thought about it too much, he’d psyche himself out – again. So you let go of your grip on his jacket, moving your hands up his chest and over his shoulders, finally allowing them to settle at the nape of his neck to play with his hair.

When you placed an open-mouthed kiss on the junction where his jaw met his neck, he groaned, “That’s not fair. This is bribery.”

“All you do is complain and complain,” you teased, placing a quick nip in the same place. “I’m getting impatient for your answer, so hurry it up.”

“Okay,” he answered, putting his hands on your hips to gently push you away and end your playful assault. “You can come with us.”

Your face lit up. Although you had been hoping, deep down, you hadn’t expected him to relent. You thought his stubbornness would win out in the end, and you’d only have these last few days to remember. You threw yourself back at him, wrapping him into an embrace as tears fell down your cheeks.

He held you tightly as you continued to cry into the crook of his shoulder. “Happy tears?”

“Happy tears,” you confirmed. “And Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“If you ever do this shit again, I’ll kick your ass.”

“I’d love to see you try,” he chuckled.

You helped him with the last few things he needed to pack and then headed out to the car. Sam was still standing by the trunk when you exited the room, and he grinned when he saw you by Dean’s side. The Impala’s trunk was still open, waiting for Dean’s duffel to be placed inside where it belonged. You wondered if you would get your own duffel after a while.

When Dean closed the trunk, Sam turned to you with an apprehensive look. “So, you think you’ll be alright here without us?”

“Oh, I don’t know how I’ll manage. I’ll struggle every day!” You melodramatically clutched at your chest, faking despair. “Without my heroes, I will be forced to be verbally assaulted in the chip aisle! Nay, I will crumble under pressure and become a shut-in!”

“Alright, drama queen.” Dean rolled his eyes as he steered you away from Sam and the trunk and opened the back door of the Impala for you. “Get in before I change my mind.”

You kissed him on the cheek and got in the car, smirking. “You know you love it.”

Dean got into the car, ignoring Sam’s bewildered expression, and motioned over to the passenger seat. “You just gonna stand there or what?”

Sam snapped out of it and scrambled into the passenger seat, still completely shocked. You caught his eyes flicking back towards your face in the rearview mirror before looking back at Dean. You both ignored it as Dean started the Impala, the engine turning over loudly.

As you left the city limits, you couldn’t help the grin that was plastered on your face while you watched the speeding scenery outside the window. By no means were you through any of the grief or the trauma of the last few days, but on the open road with the Winchesters, you started to feel like things were falling into place for you. Thinking about the days ahead no longer filled you with insurmountable dread. At that moment, you felt okay, and that was all that you needed.

You were going to be okay.

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polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup · 11 months

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The latest chapter fully has made me lose my brain. You were right the Job and Daisy buddy cop jamboree IS the best. And that conversation between Tim and Jon?? Man. So much going on and so much going on just beneath the surface. Love the way Tim guilty thinks back to what Elias said about everyone using Jon, and love the way that is kinda what he's doing. Also love the way he *knows* something awful has happened but he doesn't want to dig into it because he doesn't want to risk pulling someone aboard Danny and his already sinking lifeboat. He can't afford to care. SO fascinating.

Also unrelated but were there a way to anonymously send you fanart (to prevent the off chance of someone I know irl finding my blog lol) you would be swimming in fanart. Because hoo-boy. Anyways love the chapter!!

Ahh thank you for your kind words!

Legitimately i cannot put into words how much fun i find the daisy and jon buddy cop jamboree. they're both so insane and chaotic. I have so many Shenanigans in my head that the two of them have committed over the years of their partnership that will probably never make it into nhthcth on account of it not being relevant to the plot. they're just such a fun dynamic. jon won't stop buying daisy stuff for her home renovations on elias's personal credit card. she's like 10-15 years older than him and they do everything together. sometimes that's killing the eldritch manifestation of violence and sometimes that's bottomless mimosa brunch billed directly to peter lukas. daisy went from violently fucking hating this guy to spending almost every single day with him and going on multiple vacations with him and no one understands why. they're so funny to me. I want them to have a wwdits style tv crew following them around at all times.

See i LOVE tim as a character because he's a genuinely good guy but he's also not without his own limitations and he has been shown to have like, an ability to recognize and accept when he can't change something.

Tim's instinct is to help. Like, he went back for Jon and Martin and literally carried Jon through the Jane Prentiss attack. At the Unknowing, when they were planting explosives, he was trying to convince everyone to let him try to save the victims of the ritual that were still alive. He's really, genuinely good, and he wouldn't have been like those people in the Institute who turned a blind eye to Jon growing up because he was worried about his job.

But he also has limits. Like, season 3, his anger overrode basically everything else, and when Sasha disappeared after the Season 2 finale, he wasn't trying to find her. Martin was sitting there begging Daisy to bring her home safe, and Tim, who was shown to be closer with her than anyone, had already given into a grim acceptance that she was dead and there was nothing to be done.

It was the same thing with Helen--when Martin and Tim were wandering Michael's corridors, they saw Helen trapped inside. Martin kept insisting that they should have helped her, and Tim completely shut it down, because he had this very bitter understanding that they couldn't help her, so stop thinking about it and stop talking about it. He didn't fight it; he accepted it; he did not try because of it.

Tim's a good person, but he's distinct from some others in the cast by the fact that 1) he will look at the practical realities they're living in and (bitterly) accept them, and 2) he's got some things that will override and take priority when he makes decisions.

Danny is and always will be the number one override for him. Like, we get so little on them in canon, but what happened to Danny seems to haunt Tim right to the end. Tim upended his entire life trying to find the thing that killed his brother. When we get the Statement on what happened, we find out that Tim is still searching all these years later, even if he did get a bit comfortable and complacent over time. Like, he can cite offhand the last statement given regarding a circus. He's still pulling all the books on Circuses. He never let go of what happened to his brother, even though he accepted (for lack of a better term) what happened to Sasha before he knew what happened to her and before she was declared dead. Danny had been gone for years by the finale, but Tim went to his death so he could kill the thing that took him away.

So Tim in nhthcth is in this huge phase of major internal conflict right now, because every single one of his major pillars of decision-making are in conflict.

Danny's his ultimate override. He's the thing that makes Tim not give a shit about anything else--everything has to fall away to Danny making through this alive. Unlike Tim in canon, he actually has a chance to save Danny. Canon Tim was willing to die over his brother's fate--a Tim that has a chance to save his brother will go so much farther.

But he's still someone who is able to clock when something's completely and utterly fucked. And Tim is the best situated out of everyone in the cast save Jon to understand how dire these circumstances actually are.

Danny's in little brother baby jail. He's spending all day trying to wriggle information out of Mike because Tim's pitching a bitch fit every time he tries to leave the apartment, and Jon doesn't even want Tim there, let alone Danny. He's playing Uno with Mike and trying to subtly slide in "hahah hey for the sake of conversation do you happen know of any like. evil contract breaking powers." He's trapped in that John Mulaney bit of eating triscuits and asking someone if they had ever seen a ghost. Thoughts and prayers for Danny.

Martin and Sasha's priorities are different from Tim, and the information they're looking at is different. Sasha, especially--she's chasing the contract, not the circus, and she's in such a state of paranoia that she's trying to rely on information that comes from her, not anyone else. She's not been exploring the Statements or been learning about the supernatural world the way he has.

For the most part, this happened off camera, so to speak, but it's been discussed multiple times that Tim's been tearing through everything that he thinks can help him understand what's going on and how to stop the thing after his brother. He's going through the library, he's reading all the Statements he can. He's been trying to get practical experience via tagging along with Jon, which keeps getting stymied, so he goes back to the library and the Statements.

Which means he goes to the Archives every day and struggles against the dawning realization that what they're trying to do just does not happen. He reads the Statements, and people either die, or they are let go, or they become the monster themselves. Options one, two, and three. And the vast majority are people who die horrible fucking deaths--or, worse, don't get the mercy of death. He has been spending every day desperately trying to find a Statement of normal schmucks like him and his brother beating something determined to finish their meal and going back to their normal lives, and they just aren't there.

Tim in Season 2 and 3 most consistently displayed an understanding that the supernatural was not something they could beat. People just get eaten by monsters, and that's their lives now. Nhthcth Tim has been getting that same horrible, dawning certainty of "This is a fight I have no chances of winning" with the immediate follow up of "But it's Danny. I have to."

Which makes him painfully conscious of the fact that he cannot afford to be a good person right now.

Because the thing is? Danny should have died in the theatre, as far as he's aware, and Tim knows it. He should have never even made it home that night. You don't get out on your own--these things let you go. Even if he somehow made it out on his own, Breekon & Hope should have been able to drag him back easily. He should already be dead. Tim knows it with a devastating certainty.

And he also knows that the only reason why he isn't is because Jon has been paying the cost of keeping him alive.

Danny getting out of that theatre cost him his skin. Mike protecting him? Cost Jon a food source, and apparently is going to probably get him tossed off a building down the line. Getting Elias as a backstop ended with Jon having to start taking live statements again and letting assistants down. Hell, Jon has to fucking escort him to and from Mike's every single day, because Tim may just get picked up by Breekon & Hope if he doesn't.

Tim's painfully aware that Jon’s well-being and Danny’s have a negative correlation right now. He is so uncomfortably aware that he's borderline sacrificing Jon's wellbeing for his brother's, and he's accepted that basically using Jon is the only way he has of getting Danny through this alive. It goes against his nature, he's a good person who doesn't want to hurt someone else for his own benefit, but he'll keep doing it for Danny.

And he knows that's going to be a lot harder to do if he gets to know Jon.

Out of all of the assistants, Tim actually has some of the greatest suspicions of how deeply wrong things are. Like, Martin saw how bad Jon got as a kid, but Tim’s been exclusively privy to Elias’s manipulative bullshit in a way the other two haven’t. He never got fed the lie of Jon being Elias's spoiled and beloved ward. His first introduction to this mess was Jon saving their asses several times over, and it has been nonstop red flags since then. One of the first thing that Jon tells him is that he hates being called Jonathan, and it's all Elias calls him. Jon turned into a nervous, frantic mess at the idea of assistants, and Elias has been trying to force it for years. He was sarcastic in the face of clown death, but actively scared at the possibility of Elias coming down. Jon cannot be reminded that man exists without launching into insults so creative that Tim almost feels like he should write them down for reference.

Tim spends more time with Jon than anyone out of the cast. He’s walking to and from work with him every day, spending time with him at mikes and at the archives, and the way Jon behaves fucking terrifies him. Both in a “your life is a spooky nightmare” kind of way and in a “you act like the aftermath of a tragedy” kind of way. He knows somethings deeply fucking wrong with Jon.

And he’s also genuinely honest about liking Jon. He doesn't like him the way Danny does, per se. Jon simply enchants Danny. Danny wants this man in his life forever. He wants to be roommates with him. He wants to go on a roadtrip with him. He is the world's most interesting man to Danny and Danny has never wanted to be best friends with someone so badly in his life. He's hilarious, a good person, and every single thing that comes out of his mouth is the absolute fucking wildest thing he has ever heard in his life. They fucking booked it from a monster clown together through a nightmare eldritch theatre together, which is the start of an epic friendship if Danny has ever heard one.

Jon’s a big “if only” to tim. Jon’s funny and kind and they get on great. Tim thinks that if they had met and Jon had just been Danny’s friend that he dragged home with him, he’d love being this guys pseudo older brother or something. But he’s clocked the situation, he’s figured out that Jon’s world is not something you can stay just out of the sightline of. It’s cut all ties or be eaten. So Tim’s already read the writing on the wall, made the mental calculation, and realized at the end of this, if they get out, he’s going to have to look the guy who saved their asses at his own expense in the eye and tell him they’re abandoning him forever. Thanks for the rescue that was costly to you in unspeakable ways, please never contact us ever again.

Tim needs Danny out, alive, and everything he’s seen and read has led him to a not unreasonable understanding that that’s going to require using and abandoning Jon as an absolute best case scenario. That’s weighs unbearably heavy on his conscious when Jon’s someone he likes and is actively worried about. If he knew the truth? It would be impossible.

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Hi Lys, it's me again, the bunny dreamer here. I saw two other dreams that involved bird/ animals recently and I was wondering if the three dreams are connected in some way. I have never seen dreams where animals or birds are the main focus, except dogs. Dogs are kind of bad warnings for me. And all this dream were under 10 days.

Dream1: bunny dream

Dream 2: I don't remember exactly what I saw but there's one bit that I remember clearly, it's that I bought insects, animals and birds in a bag and released them in a dark room..it was a gift for my mother. I first showed it to my father. He said mother will like it. Then my mother came back home, (I think she went to out to run errands or something) and I showed her and she said it's nice but now we have to put them back in the bag because guests are coming over (the dark room was actually a guest room) and we have to get the room ready for them. And now we were wondering how do we get all of them back in the bag. I don't remember what animals and living creatures I bought but I do remember there was a chicken, living breathing chicken inside the room.

Dream3: So first I got the vibe that it was lamb and he was baby boy lamb. And I or someone had placed this sage/ olive green color gymnastic mats on the stairs of my house (the house was well lit, white walls, kind of like modern American house). To the left of the stairs at the bottom was our main entrance door. So the lamb would slide down the mats and then go up and again slide down the mat....he was basically playing. I don't know when this lamb turned into a baby boy, almost like a toddler. There was another kid (boy) who might be my nephew or son, I think I was tending to him and looking for any injuries if he got while sliding down the mat with the lamb. Then the lamb turned boy looked at me and said "dd- dda- dada", not daddy but big brother. The baby couldn't speak properly yet, he could speak few words. He was learning how to speak. I told him, he is not here but I can clean you up. He then comes to me and he blabbers something. I then tell him, you can hang tightly on my neck i.e. hug me really tight, I won't let anything happen to you as I am cleaning his feet. I don't know why he got very emotional, had happy tears in his eyes and suddenly I heard someone saying (not the baby) "No human has treated us like this before." And he had sandy brown/ blonde curly hair and was in diapers.

The reason why I am sharing these dreams is because I am very confused why I saw these dreams.

Hello! Yes animals in general carry a specific meaning that should help understand us and our emotions, also according on what goes on between us and them. I guess dogs, that generally represent loyalty and protection, may mean the opposite if they're not on your side or something happens in the dream. Ofc, depends on many factors and your own life too (how you perceive those animals irl: eg. if you're scared of dogs, they ofc bring bad news for you no matter the general acception that surrounds them).

Let's see your other dreams and then let's try to check if there's a possible correlation.

All in all, I think all of these dreams can be considered of guidance to you. Even more since you remembered them well. Usually we tend to remember (or suddenly remember) dreams that do carry an important message for us, whether it's from our subconscious or the 5d.

Dream2: I think you have a lot inside, like you may want to get free from something, be you, feel independent, abundant but you may still not be able to reach that. You're probably trying to work on your self worth, or distancing (?) yourself from others' values, to find your own path. But still this is something kinda scary, as it may make you feel inscure and vulnerable. You are still hiding parts of yourself, cause you probably fear not being appreciated. And maybe that's what you were (even unconsciously) taught: you're okay, but it's better to not let some parts of you out cause you may get judged and not nurtured or praised as you'd like to (maybe you had to overwork to get praised/feel seen/appreciated? But even so it didn't always worked as you wished?). You may be a little stressed about this situation, so I think the general meaning of the dream is to give yourself rest and nurture yourself. Maybe there's a change ahead for what concerns how you care for yourself too, how you see yourself, or maybe you've already started this process despite it's scary (if so, well done). Like, if you've been or felt neglected, give back to yourself and... try to not hide those sides of you, your needs for nurturing and protection, anymore. At least you, listen to yourself. And validate yourself (especially if you rely mostly on external validation or guidance).

Dream3: I suppose this is not your house from how you describe it? You may be nearby a new start in your life. You still may feel anxious about it ofc, or unsure, and you may be searching for peace of mind and time to unwind (cause it's something heavy), as you used to do when you were a child: have no worries, just enjoy. And honestly, I feel like despite the worries may be very heavy to you, you can find balance and peace as you move and grow through them. Also in this dream there's the need for care, protection and nurturing as you show these traits in taking cares of the two boys (checking for injuries, cleaning them...). Maybe you need more nurturing from your family/relationships (or you need them in a different way than how you get them), or maybe again you need to give it to yourself, to give yourself more credit for what you've been through and how you made it, to see your worth and how caring and nice you are (and maybe should be like that with yourself too -your inner child may feel hurt and need your healing/care). I think you may feel hurt too at this point by something happened in your relationships-field, and maybe you're learning now how to express your feelings, how to see what happened from a different perspective (and point it out, call it with its name) and how to see yourself for who you are. It's still a work in progress. You're trying to be more careful about your emotions and name them, listen to them and to yourself. And since it's something you may feel you have rarely experienced in your life, rememeber to give yourself time to get used to it. And also, it's okay to "fail" at times or go back into the old mental pattern. Just remember you can get out and you will.

Since more or less all the dreams were encouraging you to take steps towards a new cycle/start and believe in yourself, I guess that yes they were all connected in guiding your next steps and giving you comfort as you walk through (and remind to give yourself comfort and peace/breaks too). Reminding of your self worth and that you can make it through anything and reach your goals. In the bunnies' dream you got (if I remember well) that you would have received further infos/clarity, right? I will check but if so, I guess these two dreams were it. Or at least, part of those infos.

Take care dear<3

#.#dreams #dreams interpretations

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dianight · 4 months

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About friends. Long.

You know that moment when you notice that one person that's not there? Say you were talking to someone on discord and then at some point you see the list of DMs and you see their name with the grey icon. Or perhaps in some game or platform, where it shows last online several months/years ago, even worse when it's shown in days.

I am terrible at keeping up with people. I'll go months without talking to someone and if I run into them for me it'll be as if I saw them yesterday while they are confused about where I've been since then. It's not intentional, I just get focused on whatever I'm into at that moment and at some point in the past I decided not to be the one "in charge" of organizing anything anymore. Choices with consequences.

When a friend has gone offline (you can't really contact them in real life) for long and I feel them missing, my mind goes dark places. Not only because I'm a very negative person but also because experience tells me what the most likely reason is. They are either very busy with school/work, they are in jail/mental facility or they are just gone.

I have not, nor will I ever attempt to kill myself. I'll keep living until I fall, and then crawl until I can't move anymore. It would be a lie to say I've not thought about it, and I don't lie. During the worst period of my life I cried myself to sleep many times. Awful. I live in a way that it never gets to that point again.

The fourth option aka something else requires their attention for a long time is also a possibility. They are staying off the internet for whatever reasons. Kids, family issues, friends in need, others and such. It is the least likely scenario in my experience.

Point being: I saw a friend's icon on discord. I have not seen him in months, but I don't know how long exactly. I take things for granted. He's just some dude I met thanks to the souls community. We talked a lot, played together for a bit and generally chilled while hanging out. I've asked a couple people in that "hey have you seen [friend] lately" kind of way, just in case someone had talked to him. Nothing. The first time was said in a curious way (it's been a while eh) but the others in a more cautious one.

I saw (online) a guy that knows him IRL. I thought about asking. It would be a bit weird right? Not really, he probably knows. But a part of me was scared. What if. That feeling of dread again. When your mind tells you what the most likely explanation is. I put it off for weeks. I just now sent him a DM, he appears offline and told him to answer whenever he wants (it's early here).

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There is another friend. Met her on tumblr. We didn't get to talk much, we didn't get to play together. I took things for granted.

Years ago, when I was in highschool I started playing quake live. Played that game for ~5 years, although the last two I was on university so my time playing was significantly lower. Met lots of people who I would spend entire days with.

One time someone joined the lobby and sent a message to let us (as in, our very small community) know that his brother had passed away, and had asked him to let us know. That was the first time I got informed that an online friend had passed away. It was shocking, we stopped the match and a couple people logged off. The dread hit me later. So, he's not going to play with us anymore? Just like that. I know it sounds childish. I was a kid.

Way more times than I'd like that same situation, or one that is similar enough, has happened. Someone letting me (or us) know that someone has gotten in an accident. Someone got in a fight that didn't end well. Someone took their own life. In real life I've lost several relatives to old age. Someone very close to me took a whole bunch of pills and had to get taken to emergencies.

I have no words to express what I want to communicate. The only way I feel like I can do it is by sharing my experiences, because I cannot fathom what it's like to lose someone that close to you.

Saw a few posts that sounded ominous. Went to sleep while "no way, no way" repeated in my head. Some other thing happened, not again. And then there was a confirmation. Devastated, wanted to cry and couldn't. What to do even. It happened again. This is what poetry is for I think, to put words together to express what cannot be expressed on prose alone.

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Another friend. Met him thanks to the souls community, again. He is relatively known when it comes to his "achievements". Not super famous, but well known enough that saying more would be doxxing.

Many months ago he stopped online activities, so to speak. No discord messages, no streams, no videos. He later posted a short note on his twitter about his mental health problems, attempted suicide and a brief recounting of his life situation.

He is alive, not sure if doing well or not. Taking a very long break from "the grind" (my words). I hope he is. I take it for granted he will be.

One time he DMed me at like, 4 am. This is a regular hour for me on night schedule but not for most people. We'd talked before you know, but not late at night like that. Just asking me how were things and such. We talked a bit more and told him to get some sleep (he had to go somewhere in the morning).

Later after I read his note I went back to check the date. It was barely a few days before. Was that one of those so called "cries for help"? Was I meant to dig more, comfort him somehow? No, that's how you end up thinking it's your fault or something equally stupid. I talked to him as a friend. I do not hold some sort of convincing ability to reassure people. I could be kinder, perhaps.

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Whenever I see people on tumblr mentioning those who they used to know, who passed away one way or another, is this how they feel? I believe the english word is grief. Insufficient. Limitations of the language.

There isn't a conclusion to this. I just saw some friend's discord name and got sad remembering. I either type it out or trigger my insomnia. It's 8 am the insomnia has been triggered 10 hours ago.

#dia talks

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voyeuristicvixen · 10 months

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Capt’s Log No. 41_ FrEeEeEEe

Meroe’s Juneteenth Jam was a great success! Lots of people came out and enjoyed the festivities and all the performances were so inspiring! One day we had 100+ people touching down on the sim and at the end of the event, Strawberry Linden herself came through, it was a highlight of my whole SL experience not gunna lie. Strawberry is a humble and gracious person and Secondlife featured our event on their socials the next day. It was all just really fun and it also happened to be my first time helping to plan and execute an event for the museum in my pops Ras’s absence. It felt really good to know I made him proud. .

H.E.R performed! I absolutely love the messaging in her songs, it was the perfect way to open up the festival and to solidify the vibes of Meroe moving forward. Juneteenth is not a holiday that my pops, or I, celebrate like that... for us, the movement is a constant endeavor. We dont stop with juneteenth in the unifying of our people and diaspora, or in the upliftment and teachings. Its something that has to continue until we are truly free in mind and spirit. We are almost there! But there is still a ways to go.

Father’s day was a difficult day for Yemi and I, her dad has not been able to get online and I honestly didn’t feel or think he would care anymore about us or her. We talked today though and are friends so when he gets back on the grid, he will spend time with her. He said she will always be his daughter. That made me feel good, I told him that now Yemi feels more like mine than before because we get to spend more one on one time together. Lol But shes still a daddy’s girl at heart.

We still in our pink lady era though, I feel like since I lost my old IG page and went through the break up with Wav, people who were following our work and union have since been on different vibes with me. LMAO. I resonate with the pink ladies because they have rumors spread about them and reputations that are controversial or tarnished in some way by the general public and yet they give no fucks and they continue to do what they do regardless. Thats how I feel. People will talk and say whatever they want, FUCKEM.

We got a new dog, Orion! It took me forever to settle on a pupper that fit me and finally found this guy. My first choice was so opposite him, was a doberman! But I love Orion’s personality! It shines through more than any of the other pets I saw in the RezzRoom!

I usually write my little caption paragraphs under the photos and I realize these have all been above. I wonder which flows better. So I got accepted as a Secondlife Mentor! \o/ I literally signed up as soon as I saw the flyer I wasted NO TIME. Its something I was already doing on my free time anyway, so to be official with the tag and training it means so much to me, manifested that shit!

Last week I also got to witness my first probate, I have never been to one before and I know so little about SL greek life. It is a whole other world to me. I like how they raise money for RL causes. I think that is really dope and powerful thing that a virtual roleplay organization can still create real life change through their endeavors. It was such a honor to be asked by Gigi to witness that momentus occasion in her SL journey.

I legitly cried IRL. Anything that has to do with sisterhood, it hits home for me and triggers me deeply. I wish that someday I can be apart of that but I wont hold my breath! lol

I think its really cool that I am suddenly apart of a SL family, we’re so chill laid back and unofficial with how we do things. We dont all have to share the same last name we just uplift and support one another. I got my pops and my brother and my mama bear, DONT MESS WITH US!

The closing ceremony of juneteenth featured this great “Enter the diaspora” exhibit which is still up and you should go see it this week! This was curated by Valentine and she did an amazing job on it! I ended up DJing the party, and it gave me a chance to get in some much needed practice. I look forward to collabing with Jamrock and building up the mystory connections to its best!

The theme was comics, black and queer. I dressed as Nubia! Did you know that Nubia is a lesbian? I did not know that till I came to this exhibit. Theres so many hidden gems here!

Storm block the wind so I can light my joint! XD

#secondlife #secondlifeblog #secondlifeblogger #blackgirlbloggers #blog #secondlifephotography #second life roleplay #mystory #meroemuseum #metaversemuseum #metaverse #secondlifeavatars #secondlifemodel

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h3artbrok3nn · 1 year

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i already hate this year dude and its only been 3 days into it i have been stuck with the devil, lost my best friend, been getting horrible pain since december, my insomnia has drastically gotten worse, i realize how i cant open up to literally anyone anymore (besides my bf), my dad has been extremely sick, my self harm cuts are starting to show all around my body, my mom yelled at me for having no irl friends, im getting called emo every day now (i hate when people call me emo dude), im too scared to talk to people, my stepmom is slowly starting to realize shit, my 21st attempt of suicide didnt work, my stepbrother is in prison and hes the only one i really talked too, my brother wants me dead, my mom couldnt care less about me (as usual), im getting sicker and sicker everyday, my body became more weak, my anxiety has also increased, my teacher is back and hes gonna see right through me, my boyfriend might start to get annoyed by me, my hallucinations are much worse, i keep seeing demons idk- literally losing my bestfriend was like the icing on my fucked up cake- i was literally gonna bring him his late Christmas gift tomorrow today too- idk wtf im supposed to do with it now. I only have 2 irl friends now and my boyfriend. Thats all I talk to. I dont even see juanny (one of my irl best friends) much anymore. I barley talk to him and hes the one who told me that my other best friend wanted to drop me. The only reason why I see my second and last best friend now is because i have 2 classes with her but besides that, i dont see her at all

and the best friend i lost i saw everyday in the morning and during his lunch when im on my way to choir speaking of best friends, my old bff adri keeps making me do her fucking bidding and idk dude and dani's birthday is now in 10 days- shes gonna be 14 dude ive known her since she was 10 and it breaks my heart we arent friends anymore and evan is gonna be 18 next month which is crazy- ive known him since he was 14. this is already a really hard year. with everything going on with my father, and him always yelling about him killing himself and gonna die soon, it only makes me think i'll lose him. I love my dad so fucking much dude- i cannot lose him but i see only the worst coming because of all this. If my dad dies when im still in these conditons im ggonna be with my mom for the rest of my highschool years, my stepmom will be gone, i'll never see my older brothers again, nor my cousin, or my stepmoms family. I'll be stuck with that fucking thing for the next 3 years all alone in this room where it feels like im always being chained to a wall. idk whats happening anymore- nothing makes sense i wanna give up- life isnt worth living- im about to lose all my online friends too dude im gonna go back to 2019- when i was gone from the internet for like 2 years and when i came back, everything and everyone was gone im gonna be all alone again and just trapped in my mind with my hallucinations and my nightmares my mom only encourages me to kill myself, shes the worst. My stepmom is more of a mom than her and I hate her a lot of the time too but I still love her just because she was here for me when my mom wasnt. My mom doesnt know my first words, she doesnt know what things i like, she doesnt know anything much about me. She has to go through my phone and look at my conversations when Im alseep. She doesnt even give me privacy. Meanwhile my stepmom knows me, but she doesnt know my first words cause she wasnt around when i was that young since i started talking at like 9 months old but like the point is shes there to help me with school, do everything for me, be there for me, and literally everything my mom has never ever in her pathetic little preppy pick me girl life. my dad told me that my mom made him almost killl himself- if he did, i would have been an orphan. my mom only takes care of me because of the childsupport money my dad is forced to give her every month. and she tried doubling it like a little bitch because i started calling my stepmom "mom". if my dad were to have killed himself, idk what the fuck my life would have been like but it might be better without her tbh and yeah like sure my dad used to be abusive as shit but my stepmom saved me from that and everything

so hes fine now i mean he had one slip back in march, but besides that hes been okay. i'll never like new years. not only do i have to think about my grandma who was murdered when my dad was only 9, but i have to worry for my father because its like the day he wants to die the most. This was the first year not being with him on new years to cheer him up- i was so worried, and it turned out i was right for being worried. Not getting into that. This year is so rough already within the first 3 days, I hate it I HATE IT SO MUCH DUDE. im sorry idk anymore. I fucking hate this

#vent #sorry its so fucking long

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alteredphoenix · 2 years

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Big ole rant about an OC and the thought process that went into him plus the problem that comes with it (and that I’ve had for quite a while), check under the cut.

Lately I’ve been thinking of what kind of OC I would like to make to be the Big Bad for Daemon Familiar, and the first thing that comes to mind - and has been on the mind for the past two-three years - is...an incel. Just a random guy from a rich family who gets caught up in the Great Rift War between humans and demons but doesn’t actually fight in it himself. He just watches shit unfold and, once the war ends and the armistice is signed, decides that demons need to be wiped out and any human that coexists with them needs to be eliminated because those kinds of people “don’t belong in his world” - and by that point he’s a well-established politician he’s made a name for himself through effort - and not a bit of intimidation and bribery - alone and becomes such a big name among the political circles that he gains a cult following, most of whom comprise of young men that are malleable to falling down the rabbit hole and war vets that oppose the continued existence of demons.

Eventually he acquires enough power to commit ethnic genocide on the Houses of the Wylde, to which the House of the Sky suffers the most, and nearly drives the bald eagle population to extinction because it didn’t matter to him in the slightest if they were actual birds or elementals or demons, he would still wipe them out to “play it safe” when it was really about sending a message: “you don’t fuck with humanity, praja (”magic”) has no place in this world (but only for us, the rich elite)”. It’s this singular event whose effects are still felt in the modern day, most especially among the House of the Sky, which has retreated into the Waylands mountains and still hasn’t been given reparations, and Airi, who is a direct descendant of the House but whose family escaped the House Purges (or other such similar name, it’s not something I’ve given deep thought to yet) and only came into a position of power because of it as most of the other families that commanded the House were, well, dead.

That doesn’t actually sound like a bad premise for a villain’s origin...except, as I said, the first thing my mind latched onto upon making him was “make him an incel that mirrors the IRL far-right wing religious conservatives that have a thirst for making authoritarianism a reality”. And what is the biggest hypocrisy conservatives share? Sexuality. Or rather, the hypocrisy of suppressing sexuality and swearing up and down on being adherent to Family Values when they themselves don’t practice what they preach and abuse their power to indulge in carnality that would destroy a lesser person’s career. So naturally, Mr. Designated Big Bad - and I never gave him an actual canon name, now that I think about it, but let’s stick with “Luke” because that’s what I called him in the notes - got prepackaged with not only genocidal, narcissistic tendencies but hypersexuality that drives him to bed every single woman he lays eyes on despite being married and having a son (to whom he purposefully abandons because he saw his kid, who’s four at the time, exploring activities that weren’t considered masculine and immediately labeled him some rather unsavory slurs). That’s okay with his cult - I mean his “political party” because they do the same thing, too, they regard him as a hero and savior of humanity (because damn the other continents of the world, they’re going to accept him!), but for Luke here his biggest goal in life would come in upping his conquests of infidelity by trying to seduce a young woman from the House of the Sky - yes, the same tribe he ordered to massacre with religious fervor - and, when that doesn’t work, steal her older sister from her brother-in-law. Funny thing about that? Those are Airi’s foremothers. Long story short, after failing time and again to tear the family apart (and it can be argued that Luke genuinely loved them both and not his actual wife, and for that the universe felt both smug, cruel, and ironic for it), he ends up killing the younger sister in a fit of rage, which in turns shortly ends up with him making one last attempt by conquering the Lacard family by force - and that ends up with him getting decapitated and, as an unfortunate result, elevated to martyrdom among his cult.

Now I had thoughts of a future plot where he gets brought back in the present day by an angel - and by “angel” I mean “the Light equivalent of a demon if you ignore the cultural semantics” - so he can regain his influence (which exists in the form of corrupt Displacers and other like-minded individuals/groups, despite his name being all but damnatio memoriae from history and his descendants, who want nothing to do with him) as the messianic figure he was built up as in life and get revenge on Airi, who basically knows next to nothing about him a’la Thanos’s “I don’t even know you” shtick all because...her ancestors told him “no, we’re not interested in you, go away”. Of course, Mr. Angel doesn’t even have anything against Airi other than batting for his home team and is only using Luke as a pawn in his own goal a’la make angels the Top Dog over demons, and gracefully admits defeat when he loses to Airi in a fight. Luke, OTOH, just gets his ass kicked because Mister Angel - who I also never bothered to give a name - doesn’t like him at all, and personally puts him down himself a’la magic blast to the heart once his usefulness serves its purpose.

All that sounds interesting, but I kept thinking to myself Do I really want DF to be remembered for having a stand-in of religious conservatism and Chrisofascist fundamentalism as the Endgame Boss? Do I really want a guy who embodies the worst of far-right wing political pundits, certain leaders in power whom I won’t name, and my own father - who is his own bucket of problems - to be the Big Bad? An adult man who is not only unfaithful to his own family but sociopathic, narcissistic, lazy, hypersexual, and overall whiny when he doesn’t get his way? Do you really want to go down that route, Grand? And I suppose it could work; after all, DF might be my attempt at inversing the “Male MC becomes Demon King” trope, but it’s also an attack on police brutality, police corruption, and other such loaded topics. But there’s a part that feels like his origin is just one big Romantic Plot Tumor of the adulterous sort on a story that’s meant to be about demons, coexistence, corruption (because just like the Dragonborn in Skyrim, not everyone’s going to be keen about finding out that the Demon King-in-Exile is still active and selected a random yokel from the mountains to be his Chosen Hero a’la pull his Trump Card out of stasis to fulfill a personal task he’s physically unable to do himself, so the rumors go), and the reactions to having said Demon King’s Hero existing in a world that wants to hold onto the status quo as long as possible (because change is scary, but only because if things change the Powers That Be can’t be powerful anymore to keep that status quo going).

So as it stands, Mr. Designated Big Bad is kind on the shelf, because I honestly don’t know if I want him to have that kind of role that’s going to prove gluttonous and distracting to the overall story. Mister Angel might stay, though, because you can’t have a story with demons without angels in the mix.

#armi's ocs #original character #character concept #i honestly don't know what to do with this oc #b/c i would rather he not take away from the greater scope plot #i have even thought of scrapping him altogether #and i don't do that lightly especially w/ ocs #so on the shelf he goes and on the shelf he'll stay #b/c the last thing i want for my original stories is to suffer the same problems certain shounen manga do w/ war arcs #at least you get a peek into my thought process w/ character creation #as spontaneous as it can be sometimes #daemon familiar

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fabqng · 2 years

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invisible strings || fabang au

here goes nothing i guess! a small au because i’ve realized the two one shots i have in mind could be merged into one small au :)

first person pov,season 5/6 fabang reimagined.

•eyes remet ; first chapter

Quinn’s POV

-months after their glee club reunion-

“Wooow I can’t believe you’re choosing someone else over me again. I can’t believe you’ve put me in the same position TWICE!” Mike yelled to me as tears fell down my cheeks

“I am not choosing puck over you! I’ve never chose puck or biff or anyone over you,ever! It’s just that he’s my baby’s father! Wha-“ I tried to mouth those words while i can barely see him with my eyes full of tears.

“No, that’s okay! I get it. You had to choose and you choose him. I’m not stupid i get it,Quinn. I do”

“No!” I tried to reach his arm but failed when he walked out of the room where we were talking.

Mike’s POV

-months after-

“I don’t know how you can still go to Yale and into a different program after what? A year?” Mom questioned me

“Well now, i’m a little left behind since i’m basically restarting with medicine” i simply replied

“I know. But son, what made you changed your mind? I know choosing medicine won’t make you stop pursuing dancing but while change all of sudden?”

“I just think it’s a smart move to pursue medicine nowadays. I got plan in mind mom but that doesn’t include giving up dancing” I firmly said. I’m nervous about switching course AND universities but i’m excited to fulfill my dad’s dream of me and gain a lot more experience.

Yale emailed me my acceptance letter last month exactly the day after i finished my first year of my program in Joffrey. Joffrey was fun and I know dancing, it’s what i want to do for the rest of my life. But when i got into an accident months before, it made me rethink life. I thought I could always dance and pursue dancing in anyway and that I shouldn’t limit myself into my comfort zone. And what’s more of the opposite of being in my comfort zone than pursuing of becoming a doctor right? So I wrote in my letter and got in.

Hundred goodbyes from my family after I took off and board. I’m flying to Connecticut….again. It’s not gonna be my first time since Quinn and I got into an online fling, I used to flew there and visit her on our semestral breaks. That was our set up before, i would fly to her place, she would visit me, we would visit our friends everywhere around the globe. Not until we had to “break up” when she dated Biff and later on Puck. It was my fault for falling for her and not demanding a label to what we are then, but I also have every right to be mad at her now because maybe I saw her relationship with Biff ( or what she used to call “prince charming IRL”) coming but with Puck? I don’t know if it’s the ego that is taking over me saying I am indeed better than Puck but I got annoyed when they got together again after her relationship with the narcissistic Prince Charming.

Many hours that feels like forever later, I am now officially enrolled and temporarily residing in Yale’s. I am in huge dormitory that I would be sharing with an old student, i don’t know who, but right now I see no one so I fix my stuff, my closet, and my table and took a nap.

Quinn’s POV

It’s now my second year of college. I went back home in ohio for our break and had the best time. I visited my mom and brother, my friends, puck convinced shelby once again to allow him [or us] “borrow” beth until they officially had to go back to whichever state they moved to. I was hoping to talk to Mike to clear the air between us but I didn’t see him. I know he purposely went away, i think, to ignore my existence. The last time we talked, we got into a massive argument that I sure did not enjoy. Mike is one of my very best friends and I know we were more than best friends ever since we got out of college but we never made it official. I know he wasn’t satisfied with me dating Biff but both of us moved on with our separated, far from each other lives. And then the reunion happened, Puck and I reconcile and as much as he was [trying to be] happy for us, I know deep inside he wanted to be with me. At last, drunk Mike confessed to me. He felt like I was only using him, I wasn’t. He felt like i am choosing everyone but him,im not. He had every right to be mad at me, because we may not have the label but we were something. Both of us know it. No “best friends” would promise the world to each other, give each other kisses and go on dates even worlds apart, that’s not what best friends do. We know what we are, we were just scared to put the words into it or maybe I AM SCARED OF COMMITTING TO HIM.

Furious. I AM F.U.R.I.O.U.S! the people on yale changed my dormitory room number, switched me with someone else or something so now I have to “live” with a new student that who knows who!

I knocked on the door out of respect and to confirm I wouldn’t be seeing naked people on my room but no response so i keyed open the door and got in.

“Hello?” Still no response so i head to my room and fixed my stuff.

When i got out of my room, I noticed the other room’s door slightly open. There’s no way someone came in while I was fixing my stuff so I peeked through the door and saw a topless guy sleeping. I can’t really see him. I can only see his flawless,sweaty back. So i just ignore it and headed to the kitchen to organize the groceries i bought on my way here.

Suddenly the door behind me shuts, I turned around to see what’s up but there was nothing to see. The guy that was sleeping just shuts it and didn’t even say a thing.

Mike’s POV

It’s first day of college once again. My supposed short power nap turned into a long deep sleep. I can remember getting up to shut my door’s room but I went back to bed and accidentally falls back to sleep. I didn’t notice if there was already someone else in my dorm but going by the organized kitchen that wasn’t really organized when i first came,i can tell there’s already someone else here.

I went to my first class which is anatomy and physiology and it’s surprisingly interesting but mind draining. I was about to go to the cafeteria to grab a lunch when a group of folks’ laugh came out in one room on my way, I follow the sound with my eyes and I saw a familiar face.

It’s Quinn Fabray!……but brunette?

I take a double look if I’m actually seeing right. And I can’t be wrong it really is Quinn. Next to a guy. They’re sitting far back side of the room, just them. And when I caught myself paying too much attention, I walked away.

Quinn’s POV

I left the dorm without meeting my new roommate. I guess that would be our set up now? If he’s not sleeping, I am. It’s weird but I was really looking forward to meeting him but when I woke up today he already left. I know that because he left me a note on the fridge.

“Hello! I’m your roommate,Mike! Looking forward to meeting you today.”

That was cheesy and sweet. And that proves he’s new. People at Yale are nice but not this nice.

I missed my first class on my first day,amazing right? So i headed straight to my second one. I sat last row of the chair and Christopher sat next to me.

Christopher is the last person i would want to sit next to me but here we are. He’s nice and actually the “class clown” which is why I don’t wanna sit next to him.

“Brunette Fabrayyyy coming thruu baby” he randomly yelled and everyone laughed……including me.

“Hahahaha what was that” I asked hitting his arm jokingly

The room was filled with laugher ever since. And while I’m busy trying Chris to stop teasing me about newly dyed hair, I saw a familiar face by the door.

It’s Mike! I can’t be wrong I know everything about that man. By the back of his neck to his little toe! I’m sure it was him. So i immediately stood up and chase the man that was once standing by the door.

By the time I reached the door he’s already so far from our room but I still ran for him. I grab his arm and accidentally surprised him.

Gasping for air, I muttered “Mi- Mike” and so he turned around and our eyes remet.

Admin’s Note

This became longer than expected. I don’t know if the timeline would make sense but i hope you enjoy this!

#quinn fabray #mike chang #glee #harry shum jr #dianna agron #gleek #fanfic #alternative universe #alternate universe #art #crackship #fictional story #i ship it #i ship them

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