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thejudgingtrash · 3 years

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Can you explain to me how Rachel was annoying in the series?

Well, I’ll try to keep myself short for this one (lol no, this took an hour to write). Also, let’s not forget that they’re all kids, but I’m basing this off from when I read the series as a fourteen year old because my opinions haven’t changed much (for better or for worse).

I’m not the biggest fan of Rachel. I have to admit that portrayals of her by Simi, Kit, Logan, Apollo and all the others helped to shape her into something cooler than what she had been in my foggy memories but I actually went back to take a look in the books (well, TTC + BOTL so far) to refreshen my mind about events that have happened.

Also, you should browse through @blackjacktheboss's blog as she’s a) hilarious and b) says whatever I say in like a single sentence lol. But your ask is about me and my opinions so here we go:

What I didn’t like about Rachel was that she’s rude and bold (DON’T GET ME WRONG, I love that in female characters!!!), but she doesn’t have Annabeth’s excuse of survival of the fittest (literally running off as a traumatized seven year old) and introducing us into the world of the Riordanverse.

Percy was on his way, had shit to deal with and Rachel pretty much interrupted him from the get-go and thought getting her answers was more important than letting Percy just rush forward. Yes, this is Rachel’s entrance into the series and the net Riordan threw into the sea, to make us little fish adapt to her. But it still didn’t sit right with me, probably because I would never interact that way.

I get why she did that, but it’s the way how she did it that’s just making me go ???

Even if I was seeing weird things, I wouldn’t set out to distract/interrupt someone who is incredibly busy to get my way. Rachel’s dick move seems like a Karen boomer type of thing to pull off, but guess that’s up to you.

If I were her, I’d either film/try to photograph the monsters via phone (if that’s possible) or internet stalk enough to find the other person (note: despite Riordan’s stupid rule of not being able to use phones, demigods still can use computers/the internet, I guess). Percy was national news like a year or two ago in the timeline, so it shouldn’t be that difficult to find more stuff out about him, even in like 2008 or so. Let him have a spot on Perez Hilton's shitty gossip blog, for the OGs reading this.

Annabeth was used as a tool of exposition to introduce us to CHB, the demigod life and how things roll around there. She barged into Percy’s mission as a nuisance first but a necessity second in TLT.

However, in comparison to Rachel, Annabeth was transformed into a fully-fledged protagonist within a span of a chapter or two. Rachel needed another separate book after her first appearance, so we don’t just know Annabeth better, we know that she’s an important constant throughout the story as of Rachel seems… almost random? Is she truly necessary as a character?

This doesn’t come from a shipper perspective, this is coming from a character design perspective and adds to the feeling that the way she has been introduced to me as a reader just seems off.

Yes, BOTL makes sense with her as a reborn Ariadne, but technically Sally could’ve done the job as she’s a clear-sighted mortal as well lol. Then again, Sally is an adult, went to college, had a job, was unfortunately probably working it up with Paul, did the cha cha slide with him and had overall better shit to do.

Then Rachel as the oracle, which is just super weird in general. Wasn’t Apollo himself responsible for issuing prophecies in the OG myths? Or did he both, have the oracle of Delphi as his spokesperson and issue important stuff to Team Olympus? Am I mixing things up? I’m getting sidetracked, my bad.

Either way, this oracle gig might be the only time I’d say Rachel might be important in the future (badum tzz), but Riordan fumbled the bag in the follow ups series so there’s that. Did she even appear in HOO? Can’t remember and also don’t care.

Rachel is used as one out of three choices in regard to his love life that Percy can make. Calypso literally got introduced into BOTL and was admittedly Percy’s biggest what if… But the general gist doesn’t sit right with me. We have three possible routes with Percy and the others:

Rachel: somewhat normality in the mortal realm

Annabeth: the danger and thrill of the demigod life

Calypso: ambrosia and nectar. a hint of immortality

(On one hand, literally why but on the other hand, mad props for Percy who has literally three romantic leads in the same book.) I’d cancel one of them at least out and since Annabeth isn’t going anywhere, I’m taking Rachel. Sally could literally been Percy’s anchor to a normal mortal life as she had intended until it didn’t work out anymore when he became twelve and his monster alerting scent grew stronger.

Calypso and Annabeth would’ve been the perfect opposites where each of them had a strong case. The demigod life within the realms or mortal or the demigod life ascending to Olympus/immortality. Sounds cooler and is way simpler. Three people is way too much, this truly feels like a shonen anime harem thing and it’s defo not my cup of tea (and while some Annabeth sideships aren’t my thing (Lukabeth go cry in the corner, no one likes you, WTF, Connabeth you fugly), it’s super unfair that Annabeth solely has Percy (fuck off Luke) to rely on in regards of romantic endeavors).

Rachel almost feels redundant? The option to walk away from all of that… which isn’t really true as Rachel really tries to push and insert herself into the story the very first time we meet her? But that’s just me, I’m certain that others are saying they’d kill off Annabeth or kick Calypso (I mean yeah) into the curb.

Big ALSO:

Why does Percy need another white and uber-rich love interest?

I semi-joked on Dez’ post (@sawasawako) with this response about Annabeth needing to keep up with powerful Rachel, but the core still stands.

We already have an affluent Annabeth (granted, we don’t know exactly how the Chase’s riches are divided, whereas it’s clear that Rachel can just make anyone drop dead by saying who she is. Annabeth needed that weird lotus casino credit card to make that happen, so Miss Harvard Legacy doesn’t wield that Dare schmoney. Also don’t think Annabeth can just up papa’s money and go…? Idk).

Why do we need another person needing to upstage this?

Like Rachel has to triumph in regards to standard and prestige as if it were a badly written Jane Austen AU. For what reason…? Why not make Percy friends and acquaintances with someone who comes from a normal household for once, not super rich brats (Piper, Annabeth, Rachel, technically the Graces with their TV starlet mother amongst others).

Moreover…

Important question: why should Percy actually be impressed/attracted to that? He’s dirt poor and has been sent to (boarding) schools filled with stupid rich people since he’s been twelve, probably even younger than that. As if that’s the very first thing Percy would look out for or be wowed or something. He’s used to rich douchebags. I think he’s more surprised that someone used their money for his benefit for once and not to crash daddy’s new Mercedes again.

Like seriously… Rachel did that weird art project thing in BOTL with her covered in gold and posing like it’s a super normal thing to do? Even for rich snobbish kids standards? That sounds weird to me. I don’t know, maybe Riordan’s been streaming the new Gossip Girl reboot on HBO Max on repeat and thought this girl is on fiyah (performed by Alicia Keys).

Rachel trying to separate herself from her money just comes off as super hypocritical when she’s using the very same funds to finance her lifestyle. I get it, trying to make amends and make a difference with the damage you have done but... your father still doesn't give a shit about the environment or YOU, sweetie. Kick him in the balls for once! Then you can go out about your art projects.

The concept of Percy having friends in the mortal realm is cool, but why does Rachel almost have to compete with Annabeth with her wealth and art stuff?

No seriously, the comparisons are constantly there, out and about. Roaming freely on the finest grass, needing to be feed delicious locally sourced carrots and stuff.

Annabeth is Athena’s kid. Athena is the goddess of wisdom, weaving, justice, warfare yada yada and arts and crafts. So definitely something which would affect Rachel, right (someone write that Athena messing with Rachel because she can AU and tag me please!)?

Annabeth wants to become an architect which translates to fancy building designer who is driving engineers like Leonardo Eugenio Valdez Cortes insane irl because the maths and physics don't work like that in the working field trust me I'm an engineer, which could/should be considered an art form.

They even shared some common ground while talking about architecture and design in BOTL!

Furthermore, they both share broken homes with absent parents (granted that all demigods go through that). Wealthy families at that as well. Shitty fathers that don’t care about their daughters well-being. Rachel however, is super powerful and influential in an unseen level in the mortal world. She isn’t like Matt Sloan (?) who truly messes up by destroying shit to get his father's attention, but she’s still in that circle and can easily demonstrate that. Making deals with her father and what not. We rarely see Annabeth doing that. Did y’all forget the fucking helicopter Rachel brought along in TLO?

Pan saying Rachel is just as important as her father has multiple meanings to me…

(Sidenote: I do think it’s hilarious that Annabeth is jealous/annoyed of Rachel that her remarks were she’s cute right and Percy went??? Or when Tyson said Rachel’s pretty? Or that time when Annabeth actually defended Luke and his weird behavior (because Kronos was slowly taking over, don’t forget that kids!), because f that rich artist nepotism kid that Rachel seems to be, right?)

Another note: Percy thinks Rachel is annoying in BOTL for a while and it took a while for him to admit that and he spent way more time being annoyed/jealous (for once, Lordy) at Luke for him to even notice lol.

I guess it’s really hard for me to exactly pinpoint what’s bothering me. I believe Rachel's persona just doesn’t seem to hit right, because it feels like a knock-off Annabeth who just simply isn’t a demigod, yet has two cool powers, but in even richer who still needs to be part of the story for exactly what reason?

The jumping around from the richest in the series to the poorest in the series is kinda bothering me as if the middle class doesn’t exist, like I’ve stated earlier. Why didn’t Riordan mix it up with Rachel, giving her more nuance the minute they met, not towards the end? Have her be Percy’s platonic friend from the get go. No weird oh wait she is kinda cute in the middle bullshit.

This kinda drifted more into a Perachel vs Percabeth essay, which really wasn’t my intention. Don’t worry kids, I’m criticizing Annabeth (and her stans) enough already.

And I do think that others in the fandom have softened my views on Rachel as a person like I’ve stated in the beginning. So friendship!Perachel is popping! But I do think that there are some valid points that I’ve made.

Also not gonna lie, Rachel issuing the new prophecy in TLO kinda dampened the end of PJO series but that’s more Riordan’s fault than hers.

TLDR: I’m just not a huge fan of this overbearing, uber-rich, excessively flaunting being that Rachel sometimes displays. She’s flawed, she’s broken at times, has a semi-interesting background story (although it has been done over and over again throughout the series and should be changed up for once) which is great, but it is still annoying.

We don’t need an anti-Annabeth who feels like a weird caricature of the real Annabeth.

Also if this seems super incoherent, repetitive, or whatever, I'm sorry, massive headaches + mental health going down the goo lagoon does this to ya, I hope I made somewhat sense!

#Mel answers #pjo #percy jackson #rachel elizabeth dare #rachel dare #Annabeth chase #percabeth #pjo Meta #percy jackson and the olympians #pjato #ttc #botl #tlo

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exn0bisstudios · 3 years

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As a preface: no need to answer if you don’t feel comfortable with it,I know people sometimes don’t like these questions so no pressure if you’re one of them! Who likes kids, who would like to be a parent (if their partner also wanted that of course!), and who is good with kids? Thank you!

Well, firstly, thank you for your concern! I'm okay with these topics so long as it's not about me personally, so don't worry! That said, though, I'll put this under a cut since the topic might be uncomfortable for some people.

CW for: talk involving conception, infertility, pregnancy, miscarriage

Edited 5/16 - Changes to include more inclusive language. My apologies!

Since we're talking about the ROs and kids, let us talk about MC too for a sec.

It should be noted that it is typically challenging for a Seer to bear children/impregnate someone. The corruption that comes with their Void powers usually renders them infertile, or at least close to. However, it's not unheard of for a Seer to have children. Still, it usually results in a difficult pregnancy and can be dangerous to both the carrier and the child. Additionally, any child born from a Seer (either parent) would be Dream-touched.

That said, as we know, MC is a very special Seer. Canonically, their powers have not rendered them infertile, though their kid would still end up Dream-touched. However, I will be leaving it up to players to decide if their MC can or can't have biological kids for other reasons. And, obviously, adoption is also very much an option!

Now on to the ROs!

Mira

Mira likes kids well enough, and they're usually very good with them. They struggle a bit with dealing with noble children. Still, Mira's kind and empathetic nature tend to have children warming up to them regardless. They used to help take care of the young recruits back at the Order, both daily routine stuff and some training.

They would absolutely love to have a family one day, but it's something they kinda push to the back of their mind and try not to think about. Their lifestyle doesn't lend itself to the stability and safety necessary for raising children, considering they could be killed in action any day. They think it would be grossly irresponsible to have a family, then end up dead somewhere and leave them hanging. Mira was an orphan themself, and they know firsthand how hard life is for kids on their own. They have no desire to contribute to that lifestyle or put their own potential child through that.

If there ever came a time where they could lay down their weapons for good, though, then yes. They'd want to start a family in whatever way they could. Though not opposed to having biological children, both masc & fem Mira would prefer to adopt. Again, being an orphan themself, they would choose to take in a child. Mira would ideally like 2-3 kids so they can have a big family to grow old with, and they'd be a very supportive and doting parent. They'd probably struggle with discipline.

Nova

Children confuse the absolute shit out of Nova, and the way mortals procreate admittedly terrifies them. Nightmares are not born in the same sense that mortals are; they just kinda pop into existence fully formed. When Nova first learned about mortal procreation, they had a minor mental breakdown. The idea of another, smaller living thing growing inside someone strikes them as distinctly horrific. They've done their best to accept the idea at this point in their life, but mainly they cope with it by ignoring its existence. They see a pregnant person and basically go, 'suddenly I have no eyes.' Babies and children continue to confuse them despite their best efforts, and they have no idea how to interact with them. You put a child around Nova, and you're liable to hear them genuinely asking the kid why they are so small and dumb.

Nova's mortal body is also infertile by design. They chose this shortly after they realized they actually enjoyed sex and would do it again. They don't know if it would be possible for them to become pregnant/impregnate someone, considering they're not actually mortal. Still, they didn't want to risk it.

The only time Nova would consider starting a family is if it was something their partner(s) really, really wanted. They'd sit down and have an honest talk about how it's something that they know nothing about, that the process scares them, and that they are absolutely going to need help learning how to handle it all. But, if their partner is willing to accept all that, Nova would be willing to try. Though again, they don't know if they can procreate with a mortal, so they'd probably recommend going for a surrogate or adoption. Eventually, Nova'd grow into a good parent, very supportive, and surprisingly level-headed.

Stella

They don't have too much of an opinion on children, which shows in how they don't really know how to interact with them. Stella feels super awkward around kids, and they're more likely to tell them to shoo. Their own childhood has tainted their views, and being around children brings up things they'd rather not think about. Honestly, the fastest way to make Stella disappear is to put a child nearby.

Deep down, though, they like the idea of starting a family. It would take a lot of encouragement to get them to admit that. It'd take even more to help them process long-ignored family-related trauma and unlearn a whole lot of unhealthy habits. With the proper support from their partner(s), though, they'd really like to give things a try. Fem Stella wouldn't mind carrying a child. Still, both fem & masc Stella generally don't care if their kid is biological or adopted.

Stella would make for a very nervous parent, and they'd be absolutely terrible at discipline. They'd probably helicopter and be overprotective and would have to be reminded by their partner(s) that things will be okay.

Désiré

So a bit of history: Dez is one of the only two ROs who already has child-rearing experience. His best friend and second-in-command, Alix, was born and raised in the brothel with him. While he grew up to be an errand boy and bodyguard, she became one of the courtesans. He took up smuggling and worked his ass off to get them out of there, but unfortunately, Alix became pregnant before they could escape. Alix's son, Dimitri, was born in the cabin of the first ship Dez ever owned.

Alix eventually married Catarina, the crew's healer, who has acted as Dimitri's other mother. Thus, while Dez is 'officially' Dimitri's uncle, he has always been his only father-figure. Dimitri is 14 by the time of the game and is still a very active part of Désiré's life. You'll actually get a chance to meet him in-game since he's got a place on Dez's crew (he's the cabin boy)!

Now that history is managed, it's safe to say that Désiré would love to start a family one day. It doesn't matter to him how, though going the biological route, let it be known he's excellent at tending to pregnancy needs. He's a wonderful parent, generally gentle while supportive and encouraging, and is comfortable being stern when it's called for.

Vittore Simone

Sadly I can't get into the specifics of Vittore Simone's thoughts on kids and family without it becoming a spoiler. However, I can say that he vowed when he was young that he'd never have kids and has never thought of it since. Going forward, it would never be something that crossed his mind unless brought up by his partner and would be something he'd defensively refuse at first. Later, he'd come back with apologies and to have a more open conversation on the matter to express his reservations and fears.

Suffice to say that the idea of being a father absolutely terrifies him, and he has always taken great pains to avoid it ever happening. Even just the thought is enough to send him into panic attacks. His partner will need to be patient with him and accept that this is something he may genuinely never be able to do for the sake of his own health and any future child's. It would take a lot of time, reassurance, work, healing, support, and understanding before Vittore Simone ever agreed to give parenthood a shot. It will not be an easy road for him or his partner. It would likely be a road that never truly ends, and he'd need to be sure that they can both accept that without damaging their own relationship. He would try, though. He would do his damnedest. And, thankfully, there will never be any doubt that he genuinely does love his kid.

As a father, initially, he would constantly be terrified he was hurting his kid somehow. He would struggle with being overly permissive & overprotective at the same time. He's liable to have a panic attack any time the kid cries for the first several years. His partner will have to help him get through 'I'm a terrible father, this was a mistake' breakdowns periodically. Slowly, though, he'll build some confidence and be more comfortable interacting and expressing himself with his kid. He'll always be supportive, and he'll work his hardest to be sure his family knows he loves them unconditionally. His partner will have to accept the role of disciplinarian, though. That's never going to be something he'll be able to do on his own (but of course, he'll be there to support them in those conversations. He doesn't want to make them the 'bad guy' by any means).

Andrai

The other RO with child-rearing experience! Andrai has 15 younger siblings (yes, you heard me correctly) and absolutely adores them all. They're all grown now, but he loved taking care of them when they were little, and he still dotes on them whenever he can, in his own way. In general, he loves kids. He just thinks they're adorable. And, despite appearances, he's excellent with them. Kids love this man, they flock to him, and he has no problem with that. It confuses most onlookers.

The idea of starting his own family turns him to absolute mush. And, he'd love to, so so much. Adoption, biological, and surrogacy are okay with him. It would be up to his partner to limit exactly how many kids they have since Andrai would just say he wants them all. He makes an excellent dad, albeit quiet, and is unwaveringly supportive. He's comfortable with discipline and is the type to encourage self-assessing behavior. He's excellent at giving advice and genuinely just likes spending time with his kids and being involved in their lives.

He's probably not the one you would peg as the 'domestic bliss' type, but he absolutely is.

Vzridmi

She's very comfortable with kids since communal rearing is very common in ork communities, and she'd love to have a family one day. Some kids unused to orks might find her a bit intimidating just because of her size, but in general, children think she's fun to be around. She doesn't necessarily think about it too much, though, at this point in her life. It's not something she sees as being on the table for quite some time - she has research and exploration to be doing, after all.

Whenever she was ready to settle down for a family, she'd be comfortable with carrying a child herself, surrogacy, or adopting. She would really like to have at least one biological child if possible, though. She would make for an entertaining mother, excited about her child's life and ever-supportive of their interests and pursuits. She's comfortable with all the aspects of child-rearing. Still, She would definitely need her partner's advice if they ever discovered their kid was dealing with bullying. She'd need to be reminded by her partner not to be overprotective - she's not above threatening others with her war-hammer if they upset her baby.

#none of the ROs would be bad parents and they'd all love their kids #but some will definitely need more time adjusting than others #Anonymous #answered #TTO: Main Tag #TTO: Lore #TTO: Answers #TTO: RO Asks #Mira Twilight #Nova Dreamreaver #Stella #Désiré Desrosiers #Vittore Simone Armati #Andrai Freestrider #Vzridmi Ri'kho've #pregnancy cw #infertility cw #miscarriage cw

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ariel-seagull-wings · 3 years

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RAUL SEIXAS

@superkingofpriderock

Raul Santos Seixas (28 June 1945 – 21 August 1989) was a Brazilian rock composer, singer, songwriter and producer. He is sometimes called the "Father of Brazilian Rock" and "Maluco Beleza", the last one roughly translated as "Groovy Nutcase". He was born in Salvador (Bahia), Brazil, and died of pancreatitis in São Paulo. Every year on Seixas' birthday, legions of fans, including thousands of impersonators (many even changing their last name to Seixas as a sign of idolatry), throw a parade in his honor in downtown São Paulo. His body of work consists of 21 albums released along his 26-year career. His musical style is mostly rock and ballad, although he wrote songs in many different styles, including variations of styles typical of his native Northeast Brazil like Forró and Baião, and in fact often used more than one style in the same song, such as in "Let Me Sing, Let Me Sing". His debut album, Raulzito e os Panteras, was produced when he was part of a band of the same name. However, he only gained prominence and critical audience with songs from the album Krig-Há, Bandolo! (1973), such as "Ouro de Tolo" ("Fool's Gold"), "Mosca na Sopa" ("Fly in the Soup"), and "Metamorfose Ambulante" ("Walking Metamorphosis"). Raul Seixas developed a musical style that emphasized the maverick and the mystic. His album Gita (1974), influenced by figures such as Aleister Crowley, expresses his views very directly. Many songs in Gita were co-written with his frequent collaborator, then-fellow mystic and future worldwide bestselling author Paulo Coelho. Raul was interested in philosophy (especially metaphysics and ontology), psychology, history, literature and Latin. In October 2008, nineteen years after his death, Raul Seixas was placed in 19th position in a list of one hundred greatest artists of Brazilian music sponsored by the Brazilian edition of Rolling Stone magazine, topping the likes of Milton Nascimento, Maria Bethânia, Heitor Villa-Lobos and others, demonstrating the influence that Seixas' music continues to hold today. Seixas was born at 8 A.M on 28 June 1945 to a middle-class family residing at Avenida Sete de Setembro, Salvador, Bahia. As a child living near the United States consulate, he became fluent in the English language, and was introduced to early rock and roll records of artists such as Little Richard, Jerry Lee Lewis and Elvis Presley through his contacts with American diplomats' children around 1956. Elvis's music in particular was influential in young Raul's decision to become a musician. At the age of twelve, Seixas formed his first group, The Panthers, later changing their name to the Portuguese-language Raulzito e os Panteras ("Little Raul and The Panthers"). They appeared on TV Salvador doing covers of Lewis, Little Richard and Elvis, a style of music which was at the time called "cowboy music" in Brazil. They were also the first group in the state of Bahia to play Beatles covers and grow their hair long, as early as 1964.In the mid-1960s, Os Panteras started backing some of Brazil's most famous pop singers of the time, such as Roberto Carlos and Jerry Adriani whenever they went to Salvador. Impressed with their talent, the stars would always advise Raul to move down south and take a chance in the thriving Jovem Guarda scene. Following the promises of fame and fortune, the band moved to Rio de Janeiro in 1967. In the following year they released their first and only album on the Odeon label (later EMI-Odeon), which included a Portuguese language version of the Beatles' song "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" among many original numbers. Without any publicity, the record sunk and the band disbanded. Seixas was totally shaken by the failure of the Panthers, and his return to Salvador. He wrote: "I spent all day locked in my room reading philosophy, with only a very feeble light, what ended up spoiling my eyesight [...] I bought a motorcycle and did crazy things in the street."After his former bandmates moved back to Salvador, Seixas made a living as an English teacher before being hired by CBS, still in 1968, as creative director and record producer. In 1971, tired of writing and producing records by bland, commercial artists, he took advantage of a label director's vacations and produced Sociedade da Grã-Ordem Kavernista Apresenta Sessão das Dez, an avant-garde album featuring himself, singer Sergio Sampaio, samba artist Miriam Batucada and Edy Star. The record's mix of Tropicalia, rock and roll and anarchic surrealistic experiments launched Raul Seixas as an icon of Brazilian counterculture. In the 1970s, Seixas became popular in urban centers such as Rio de Janeiro and São Paulo. Music broadcast on TV and radio was satirical, sarcastic with esoteric themes. References to a wide range of historical and fictional personalities are found within his lyrics: The Beatles, Aleister Crowley, Al Capone, Marlon Brando, Jesus, Julius Caesar and Shakespeare, for example. Seixas was subject to censorship during Brazil's period of military dictatorship. 1971 also saw the beginning of a relationship with esoteric author Paulo Coelho, beginning with Krig-Há-Bandolo in 1973. Through Coelho, Seixas was introduced to the work of controversial English mystic Aleister Crowley, which influenced their collaboration. The influence extended not only to music, but also to plans for the creation of the "Alternative Society," which was to be an anarchist community in the state of Minas Gerais based on Crowley's premise: "'Do what thou wilt' shall be the whole of the Law." The project was considered subversive by members of the Brazilian military, which imprisoned all prospective members of the group. Seixas and Coelho are reported to have been tortured during their imprisonment.Seixas got into self-exiling himself in the United States following the detention by government repressive agents, where his American wife of the time was living. (Seixas was legally married two times to Edith Wisner and Gloria Vaquer Seixas). He has three daughters Simone Vannoy, Scarlet Vaquer Seixas and Vivian Seixas. He would later claim that during his exile he had met his childhood heroes John Lennon and Jerry Lee Lewis, although this claim has been disputed.

Perhaps as a result of his drug addiction and alcoholism, the rate and quality of Seixas' releases slowed through the late-1970s and throughout the 1980s. In later life Seixas suffered from diabetes and pancreatitis. On 21 August 1989 Seixas died of cardiac arrest, the result of acute pancreatitis brought on by his diabetes and not having taken insulin the night before. His final album, A Panela do Diabo, a partnership with fellow Bahian rocker Marcelo Nova (former leader of punk rock band Camisa de Vênus) was released two days before his death.

It is very common to hear people shouting "Toca Raul!" (Play Raul!) in the middle of concerts, regardless of the artist or genre,

#raul seixas #music #pop culture

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toutallyahoe · 4 years

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Stupid Git ~ Percy Weasley (Harry Potter)

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A/N: finally finished this shit that i have been working on since literally october last year and akdbsjfbsjnfnsbfbsbfbajdjjsbd my baby boi deserves so much more love and akdjsjfnnsnfnsnfndbfahsjsjdjsjjdjsbdjd percy is such a great character and whoever says otherwise can catch dez hands aksbjsjdjsjfnsjfnndnfndnfndnfnfn

also, can you believe THIS BITCH ALMOST MADE ME WRITE 5K WORDS FOR HIM?!? AJDJSJDNSMFNNSNFNSJDJSNFNBDBFBDBFBBF DNDB

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"Excuse me ma'am, but today would be lovely," the [Hair color] haired man had sarcastically said as he saw the female finally noticed him and looked up. Pausing midway on whatever she was talking to the telephone on her hand, looking rather flabbergasted.

"Good morning, lovely day isn't it?" [Name] had said, sarcasm evident in his tone yet it seemed the female didn't noticed it or did but didn't pay mind into it, it was probably the former though with the woman still frozen like a deer caught in the headlights. The [Hair color] haired man could only flash a bright false smile to the female to still give off a nice and perfect gentleman that he was, hiding his annoyance on her ignorance rather well. The [Hair color] haired man began again, not minding the awe struck expression the female was giving him.

"Terribly sorry for disturbing ma'am, but may I ask where Percy Weasley's room at?" [Name] had asked, not really sorry if he had to be honest but he needed to be nice to attain the information he needed. The [Hair color] haired man hummed when saw the female nodded her head and hastily said something to the phone about working and then stopping the call. Her face was a little bit flushed as she looked to the large black book and hastily trying to find the page of the occupant the [Hair color] haired man has asked.

The receptionist would occassionally send the [Hair color] haired man a look as he was looking around the interior. Now, the female receptionist was interested, no doubt on that. The man had a unique look with a nice [Hair color] hair that seemed to be combed back to appear neat. He had a lovely shade of [Skin color] skin with some imperfections here and there yet she didn't mind. His [Eye color] eyes were unique on its own but what the caught her attention though was how he dressed and acted. He was neat and perfect. Almost.

The pristine black suit he wore and blue tie. How the [Hair color] haired man seemed to express and aura of uninterest in where he was yet showed a very... attracting aura that just screams 'look at me' and 'adore me'. He was hypnotic in some way that you could not tear your gaze from him and it was why that the woman would spare him a glance from time to time. The [Hair color] haired man was like a magnet and he is attracting a lot of attention with how he looked so... hypnotic.

"Mr. Weasley's room is in room twenty-two, fifth floor, s-sir," the receptionist had said as the [Hair color] haired man nodded and sent her a smile. The female receptionist swooned at his smile and she did not even bothered to hide that she was checking the [Hair color] haired man out moments ago.

"Thank you ma'am," [Name] said as he quickly went to the stairs, not sparing a glance back and leaving behind the female on the receptionist table where he heard her quietly squealing and hastily slamming buttons on the telephone to contact whoever she was talking to awhile ago.

'Muggles...' The [Hair color] haired man musedly thought as he rolled his eyes. He saw the female was occasionally stealing glances at him. [Name] was not dumb, he was in fact, known to be very intelligent. And he knew the female receptionist saw him as attractive. [Name] wasn't shallow nor too arrogant woth his looks,he just knew because the half part of him had made people fall for his looks rather easily even withour doig anything. Hypnotizing them to be allured to him whether he liked it or not. After all, being part Veela would always do that to you.

[Name] walked the stairs, keeping mind the plate number plastered on the side of the wall to know which floor he was.

"Two... three... four-- bloody hell..." The [Hair color] haired man had muttered to himself as he kept in mind the floor he was going. After awhile of walking and looking at the numbered plates, he was finally in the fifth floor of the building. Walking calmly in the hallway. 'Twenty... twenty-one... twen-- ah, this is it!' [Name] happily thought as he stopped walking and looked at the door, making sure the bronze plate that was plastered on the brown wood had a "22" in lovely cursive writing carved on it.

"This is it, yes," the [Hair color] haired man had muttered as he fixed himself. Straightening the jacket he was wearing and trying to comb his [Hair color] hair back with his hands. Inhaling deeply then exhaling. "It's now or never... that git better have a good explanation for this."

An annoyed huff left Percy's lips as the ginger angrily tied his red tie, a loud "hold a minute!" leaving his lips as he hastily walked towards the door of his flat to answer whoever was knocking at his door like bloody murder. Annoyed, the ginger was as he gritted his teeth as he tried to keep his annoyance down before it blew up and ruin his perfect image. Percy hoped that the knocker would understand that he was currently busy and have the decency to wait for a minute as he was tying his tie. Unfortunately for Percy, the knocking still continued and it frustrated him to no end.

"Wait a minute, alright!" Percy shouted as he fumbled on tying his tie again and eventually gaved up when he couldn't handle the knocking anymore which was disturbing his concentration to tying his tie. The ginger angrily stomped towards his door and grabbed the doorknob and unlocking it. Opening the door, the ginger was ready to reprimand the person-- assuming his own mother for begging him to come back again since that woman was rather desperate to have him come back to his home after the fight with his father. But to his utter surprise, it wasn't the small plumpy woman he had known to be his mom.

There, standing in front of him in his very own eyes, with that stupid grin on that face of his and that dangerous twinkle of amusement on those [Eye color] eyes that the ginger all knew far too well.

There, standing in front of Percy was the [Hair color] haired man he had been thinking awhile ago. [Name] [Last name].

Percy stood frozen. He never expect to have [Name] find him, not especially how he was far away from the wizarding world, if Percy had to be honest. The ginger was about to send Hermes with the letter to explain he wasn't living with his family in the burrow anymore and where he can be located. But it seemed he didn't have to now.

"Hello there love," [Name] husky and alluring voice made Percy realize how he missed the other male. Very much. It was that voice that always managed to soothe him when they were still in Hogwarts together. It was... nice. The ginger remembered that it was the same voice that always made him calm down from any negative thoughts or feelings he had. The anger and annoyance that Percy felt awhile ago disappeared as he looked at [Name] in the eye, coming to a trance like state.

"You know I had a bit of trouble trying to find your stupid arse?"

And it also made the ginger realize how charmingly annoying the other male was. Snapping out of whatever he was thinking as Percy let out an annoyed huff. 'Curse that Veela blood of his.' Percy angrily thought of the [Hair color] haired man as he realized he fell into that hypnotic trance. Or maybe he just misses the other.

Shaking his head, Percy thought it was the former. It was definitely the work of the [Hair color] haired man's origins as half Veela to have the ginger be in a trance and not because he misses [Name] who still stood in front of him with that stupid grin of his still plastered on his lips. Glaring at the [Hair color] haired man, Percy slammed the door on [Name]'s face.

[Name] stood frozen for a moment as he had to process what just happened while there was a click from the other side of the door, indicating that Percy had locked it. 'Did... did he just... just slam the door onto my face...?' The [Hair color] haired man had thought. Flabbergasted at what the ginger had done. Clicking his tongue, [Name] looked around both sides of the hallways. Seeing that there no one was in sight, the [Hair color] haired man took out his wand from the inner pocket of his suit's jacket.

"Alohomora," [Name] had casted as he heard a 'click' to indicate he opened the door. The [Hair color] haired man then put his hand back to where he hid it.

"Rather rude to slam a door to a gentleman, now isn't?" [Name] had cheerily said, tone dripping with false happiness on what the other male had done as he opened the door on Percy's flat which made the ginger looked at him in surprise then anger when he opened the door to see him.

"I locked the door?!?" Percy has said. "Don't tell me you just used a spell to open it!" He continued. His tone rather strained as the ginger stresses out on the [Hair color] haired man getting caught using magic by muggles. The [Hair color] haired man rolled his eyes at the ginger's reaction.

"Oh, calm down you stupid git," [Name] had said. "I'm not an idiot to just cast a bloody spell with muggles watching all willy nilly."

"Do you really think I'm that dumb?" The [Hair color] haired man has asked as he grinned at the ginger who frowned at him.

Percy huffed at his words as the ginger fumed for being called an idiot by the other male. "But still!" Percy had said as he stomped towards the door and when he got there, he gotten hold to the doorknob and was about to slam the door on [Name]'s face once again when the latter forced the door fully open as he went inside without even asking for the ginger's consent to come in. That grin on his lips slowly leaving though as he stared at Percy in the eye.

"I was worried you know," [Name] had softly stated. Uncharacteristic of him as Percy knew [Name] to be a man of stubbornness (like him, not that Percy would ever say it out loud) and aswell as having an ego and tends to really hide what he truly feel... even if [Name] knew the person for years.

It was odd... the [Hair color] haired man's tone losing its teasing edge and was replaced with grim seriousness. Percy could only let out a sigh leaving his lips, his anger on [Name] using magic that can be easily seen by muggles seemed to dissipate as Percy was too busy to wonder about [Name]'s behavior.

The ginger knew what [Name] was probably being worried about. After all, [Name] was like an honorary Weasley at this point, as he used to visit a lot of times to the Burrow before he and Percy graduated from Hogwarts and going seperate ways for a bit from focusing on their careers. The [Hair color] haired man also had a very close relationship of the Weasley children and even more close relationship with the third oldest Weasley which was Percy.

"Really sorry about that [Name]," the ginger apologized. Percy's eyes softening as he saw [Name] let out a tired sigh. Being so close made the ginger saw that there was bags underneath the [Hair color] haired man's eyes and it made Percy realized that the [Hair color] haired man must have truly been worried about his well being. They are, after all, in a steady relationship. A bit odd really as two are a bit opposites to each other yet it seemed like what others says as 'opposite attracts' made the two seemed so close.

"I'm sorry..." Percy apologized again as he let go of the doorknob and instead wrapped his arms around the [Hair color] haired man's torso. Hugging [Name] tightly as the other frozed for a moment, a bit tense but gave in to hug Percy tightly. [Name] placed his face on the crook of Percy's neck as he savored hugging the ginger. It had been awhile for the two to see each other. With being busy with trying to gain spots in their careers to the disagreements that the Weaseley family with their third oldest son that lead to Percy leaving the Burrow and [Name] awfully knew well about it.

"Are you alright?" Percy flinched at the [Hair color] haired man's question. The two men were inside the ginger's flat. Sitting on the couch, side by side having tea that Percy had prepared not so long again. It was silent before [Name] decided to break it.

"I'm... I am well..." Percy hesitantly answered. If the ginger had to be honest, he wasn't. He wasn't alright at all. It had been already a month avout the fight with his father that lead to him leaving the Burrow. It had been a month of his mother coming again and again to cry and beg for him to come back to home. It had been a month when he last seen his bothers and little sister.

Percy may not have the best relationship with his siblings, especially both his younger twin brothers for not seeing each other eye to eye, nor spend time with Ron and Ginny for he was already focusing a lot of his time to study. But it doesn't mean that Percy didn't miss them. In fact, Percy does. So badly.

Percy misses both his older brothers, Bill and Charlie, who left the Burrow to find a job to help their family. He misses Fred and George's laughter whenever they did a prank or just having that witty banter despite him sometimes wanting to hex them for being so annoying. He misses Ron coming to him to play wizarding chess or just bond over quidditch despite him not agreeing on his younger brother's choice of team. Percy misses on taking care of their youngest sibling which was Ginny or just looking after her. He misses his mom's cooking that always made him feel at home despite not having much. And... and Percy misses his father despite his last interaction with the older wizard left a nasty taste in his mouth. Percy misses his family a lot.

But they were wrong.

The ministry was right. Why can't they see that? Why does his father not be so proud of him to be promoted? Why was he accused to be a spy for the ministry? Why? Why was he... why was he always the one who felt bad? Percy doesn't know why but he wished his family would understand that he can't just go to their side. They were wrong. And him being with the ministry side and getting promoted, he can send more money to help them. Can't they see that he was doing this to regain back their family name? Can't they see that he didn't want to see his family to suffer just because they were a Weasley? Can't they see that he was done on suffering to be poor and just want to help his family atleast afford some luxury from time to time and not get second hands or be in depth? Why can't they see?

Percy seemed to be lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice [Name] placed his cup of tea on the table and looked at him in worry. The [Hair color] haired man let out a sigh as he came close to the ginger beside him who tensed a bit but then relaxed when Percy realized it was only [Name].

"Percy," the [Hair color] haired man softly called out the ginger's name. Snaping out Percy from his thoughts to look at him. "Percy, tell me the truth," [Name] had said. His tone gentle as possible as he did not want to aggravate the ginger. His [Eye color] eyes soften as he looked at Percy in the eye. His hand taking Percy's and intertwining them both together.

"Are you really alright?"

"Why would you ask that?" Percy said. Dodging the question as he looked away from [Name]. "I told you, I'm fine," he said as he took his hand away from the [Hair color] haired man's hold, missing the hurt look [Name] sent to him.

"I'm fine by myself! I have been for a month now, so why ask?!?" Percy had snapped. The ginger turned to look at the [Hair color] haired man beside only to flinch on the look of sadness on the man's face. Percy didn't know why he was suddenly angry. He... he doesn't know. But he can't stop.

"Why do you now suddenly care anyways?!? I have been alone for a month now! I have been gone from the Burrow for a month-- a month [Name]! Yet you never visited until now!" Percy had shouted angrily. The ginger wanted to stop. He desperately wanted too but he cant. "You never sent letters for weeks! You left to do that job of yours and lost contact for qeeks-- for weeks!" Percy seethed as he stood up from the couch and looked at the [Hair color] haired man in anger.

"Percy, I--" [Name] tried to explain but was cut off by the ginger who glared at him. Not giving him time to even explain himself.

"No! Shut up! I know why your here!" The ginger said. "Your here to bring me back, aren't you?!?" He accused the [Hair color] haired man who looked baffled at his words. "Did they asked you too? You're forced to come here, aren't you?!? You don't care for me! Just say it!"

"Percy, no--" The [Hair color] haired man tried to explain himself again but once more, he was silenced.

"Shut up!" Percy shouted. "Just shut up! You're on their side! I don't need you! I don't need them! I am fine on my own! So, GO AWAY!!! YOU'RE JUST LIKE THEM AND I DON'T NEED ANYONE WHO ARE THINKSlING THAT THE MINISTRY IS WRONG BECAUSE YOUR THE ONE WHO IS! YOU-KNOW-WHO IS DEAD! HE'S GONE!!! DUMBLEDORE IS JUST AN OLD FOOL AND POTTER IS JUST A KID WHO HAS TOO MUCH IMAGINATION!!! SO GO AWAY!!! I DON'T NEED YOU!!!"

Percy panted from him shouting at [Name]. Looking at the [Hair color] haired man who kept quiet for awhile, Percy felt inside on him break. 'He's one of them... he sided with them...' Percy bitterly thought as he looked away and glared at the floor of his flat. His emotions shifting from sadness to betrayal and anger.

"Are you finally done?" [Name]'s voice was cold. It made Percy flinch as he snapped his head to look at [Name] who calmly was sitting in the couch, eyes narrowing at him. "Because if you are done with your tantrum, can I speak now?" Percy fumed at his words. Tantrum? Tantrum?!? [Name] was seriously pissing him off!

Percy was about to snap at the [Hair color] haired man when his hand was grabbed and he was pulled down to sit back down to the couch. A yelp left the ginger's lips as he turned to give [Name] and angry glare but frozed by the look the [Hair color] haired man was giving to him.

"I'm asking again, Percy," [Name] calmly said as his cold look soften at the ginger. "Are you really alright?"

Something inside Percy falter as he saw the worry in those [Eye color] eyes of [Name]'s. The anger, the sadness. The pain and loneliness he felt. The walls the ginger tried so desperately built to not show any weakness. To show he was strong and that he can do things by himself and not need his family. It finally broke down.

"I... I d-don't know..." Percy has said as he avoided the [Hair color] haired man's eyes. The ginger voice was so weak and tired, it made [Name]'s heart clench tightly to see the ginger he knew to be proud and arrogant at times but mean well, to be reduced into this state. All confused and weak.

"I just... w-why can't they see?!?" The tears finally fell down and a sob left Percy's lips. He just want his family to see he tries for them. He wanted them to see he was doing this for them. "I just... I wanted t-them to... t-to be proud..." Percy had cried as he looked at [Name] and it made the [Hair color] haired man's heart ache more.

[Name] never knew that Percy would feel like this. He may have been together with the ginger for a long, from friends to lovers, but it seemed like the fight that Percy had with his father truly affected him. [Name] knew that Percy always had a nasty habit of thinking lowley of himself. Comparing his own accomplishments to his two older brothers and thinking he could do much better. Wanting to prove that he can be praised and be unique and not be a copy of his two brothers. That's why he and Percy clicked together when they first met. It's because they were both two peas in a pod. They both have similar yet at the same time, different demons. It always haunts them and [Name] wished he noticed more.

The [Hair color] haired man wished he came earlier to help Percy, but instead he was gone for a month. He never knew the problem was after just two days ago. He was too busy in his job that he never got to send letters or spend time with Percy nor the Weasleys. And he regretted it.

[Name] pulled the ginger into a hug as he let go of Percy's hand. Rubbing the ginger's back in an effort to console him as Percy cried onto his chest, soaking his suit yet the [Hair color] haired man did not care, what matters now was Percy. And only Percy.

"It's okay... it's okay..." [Name] muttered to Percy's ear as he hugged the ginger tighter as he heard Percy's sobs. "Everything will be fine, Perce," he said.

"Don't leave... d-don't leave me too..." Percy cried, gripping the [Hair color] haired man's suit tightly. The ginger seemed to think that if he would let go, [Name] would leave him alone, like his family right now. And he didn't want that. Percy can not bare to see [Name] leave him. Not now or ever. Especially now that he lost contact with his family and is all alone.

"I won't..." The [Hair color] haired man has promised.

"I'll still be here..." [Name] had said. Tears seemed to threaten to fall down his eyes as he can not bare to hear the ginger in his arms be in so much pain. "I'll always be here, you stupid git."

[Name] looked at the man wrapped around his arms with a soft yet tired look. He finally consoled Percy and made the ginger to stop crying awhile ago. They still stayed hugging each other though as it brought comfort to both the two men and it was honestly nice. From the emotional outburst that Percy had to the tiredness [Name] felt from the weeks he was away with working. It brought solace to the two as they were in each other embrace.

"Percy?" The [Hair color] haired man called. The ginger let out a hum as he felt [Name] held him close. "I... I..." Percy rosed a brow at the hesitation the [Hair color] haired man was expressing. Lifting his head off from [Name] chest, Percy looked at the [Hair color] haired man who had his eyebrows furrowed and a very contemplating look plastered on his face.

"'I' what?" Percy asked, his voice rather course from his earlier outburst.

"I... I-- bloody hell?" [Name] cursed and it honestly made the ginger let out a snort. This was unbecoming of [Name]. Cursing? Stuttering and being all soft? Well, technically Percy had seen the [Hair color] haired man to be soft and caring a lot of times but it was usually when he needed too or to younger children. But still, it was odd that [Name] seemed to be acting strange.

"Did you finally became as dumb as a troll?" Percy asked, there was a slight teasing in his tone which made the [Hair color] haired man holding him narrowed his [Eye color] eyes to wards his direction. Clearly not appreciating the insult, not that Percy would ever care really. Percy knew that [Name] knew he was just joking around anyways.

Grunting in annoyance, the [Hair color] haired man rolled his eyes at the ginger's comment.[Name] then leaned down as he placed his lips onto Percy's. "Shut up for a second will you?" He muttered onto the kiss as the ginger's face flushed but nevertheless gave in. Closing his eyes as he did as he leaned pressed himself closer to [Name]'s form.

It started off as a soft and sweet little kiss. Yet as the seconds passed, the kiss involved into something more passionate as [Name] the ginger so close towards him. Percy gripping the [Hair color] haired man's suit tightly as he felt one of [Name]'s hands trail on his back. The sensation of [Name]'s fingers trancing his spine and the protective and close hold the [Hair color] haired man was giving, it made Percy felt safe and content. The fight he had with his family and the stress of working with the ministry seemed to disappear just for that moment.

After awhile, the two parted as soft pants leaving their lips. Percy still had that shade of flush on his cheek aswell as [Name] who look both flustered and breathless. The [Hair color] haired man looked away from the ginger's curious eyes that looked at him.

"W... what was that about?" The ginger asked. He didn't mind the kiss, he misses the [Hair color] haired man a lot but he was confused and curious. Percy wanted to know why [Name] just straight up started acting weird then kiss him immediately.

"I... fuck-- I love you, you stupid git..." [Name] had finally said out. Percy raised a brow. Was that all? Was the [Hair color] haired man hesitant just to say to him that he loves him? The ginger didn't know what to feel. Why was [Name] so hesitant to say 'i love you' to him? It wasn't the first time they said those words. It wasn't uncommon to say those words, so why was [Name] so hesitant? Percy didn't know.

Percy was snapped out fo his thoughts when [Name] place his face on the crook of the ginger's neck. The next sentence that left the [Hair color] haired man's lips made Percy realized why. "And I want to spend my life with you..."

The ginger on [Name]'s arms frozed for a second at his words. Was [Name]... was he proposing to him...? Was... was the [Hair color] haired man serious...?

"P-pardon?" Percy managed to stutter out. The ginger had so many emotions mixing inside of him. Happiness, love, worry, and so much more.

"What I'm saying is... when everything settles down a bit, I want to marry you, you stupid git," [Name] muttered as he lifted his head away from Percy's neck and turned to look at Percy in the eye. His eyes filled with soft and warmth that made Percy smile.

"You're the stupid git, stupid git," Percy had said as he rolled his eyes. His smile widen when he saw [Name] grin at him and then leaned down to place a soft kiss on his forehead.

"Yeah, sure I am," [Name] said. A loving smile on his lips as he leaned down again and pressed a kiss on the ginger, on the lips this time.

#harry potter #harry potter x male reader #percy weasley #hp #hp percy #percy #weasley #percy x male reader #percy weasley x male reader #hr x male reader #weasley x male reader #x male reader #male reader insert #male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #i fucking love percy weasley

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bullseyegames · 4 years

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Numbers 8 and 9 for Desdemona, Cyprian, Mikell. and Aurelia!

8. How does your OC talk/what does your OC’s voice sound like?

9. What does your OC’s bedroom look like? His/her living area?

Desdemona

Desdemona has a very thick cockney accent, perhaps even more than Mungojerre and Rumpleteazer. Still she has a very smooth sounding voice, despite her rough and tumble appearance. Despite her insistence that she could have been a professional opera singer, her singing voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard.

After losing to the previous head of the fighting ring, Euphrasia provided Desdemona lodging within a nearby fish and chips stand. Desdemona has a bed made of a pillow within an old shipping box under the stands counter. She also has a smal den beneath the docs that she’s filled with pillows made of a very rough fabric that she can scratch with her claws without ripping. She’s also covered the ceiling of her small den with fishing nets and different lures that humans have lost over the years. At high tide the water comes up just a foot below the dens entrance.

Cyprian

In contrast to Dez, Cyprian has a very proper broths accent that he acquired from his owner. Cyprian is selectively mute, but when he does choose to speak it’s very difficult to make him stop. He voice is slightly higher than most Toms despite his harsher appearance and he speaks extremely quickly.

Cyprian lives with his owner in a very small apartment. His owner Anthony is a seeker of knowledge and the apartment is meant to maximize the amount of books, charts, and models it can hold. Since there is very little floor space, Cyprian’s owner created a small hammock on the ceiling for Cyprian to sleep in. He accessed it by climbing on top of the bookshelves.

Mikell

While Cyprian is selectively mute, Mikell is mute. Whenever he spoke around the stage his mother would often berate him for disturbing either he show, the performers, his sisters, or her. As a result, Mikell instinct is to just not speak at all to avoid creating problems.

Mikell lives within the movie theater that his young owner’s parents run. The boy only brings Mikell home over the weekends or if the theater is going to be closed for an extended period. Most of the time Mikell sleeps in a small bed isn’t he corner of the main office of the theater. When he’s at his owners house he has a little bed in the kitchen by the pantry.

Aurelia

I don’t have a lot of voice headcannons for my cats that are related to an actual real life person... but Aurelia sounds like Judi Dench. I heard Judi Dench in cars and was just like ‘yup that’s my forgetful grandmother cat’.

I described Aurelia’s home vividly in her text post so imma just copy that over:

“Currently the elderly queen resides in a hidden back room of a large brothel in the market district. In that small room, Aurelia has hoarded an immense number of small trinkets and objects that remind her of her forgotten youth. Tinkling charms and pieces of crystals hang from the ceiling, The floor is covered in large swatches of rich comfortable fabric, and the walls are covered with flowers that she refreshes every few weeks.”

Despite Aurelia’s large supply of comfortable cushions and pillows, she always sleeps on the red blanket that covers the trunk with her masquerade masks in it. She doesn’t know why, but most cats think it’s because she’s protecting them.

#ask meme #jellicle oc #Desdemona #dez #cyprian #mikell #aurelia

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ryokos-hammock-blog · 5 years

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After Closing Hours

I've been obsessed with anything ibvs related lately and I wanted to experiment doing a fanfictions for ships that I like. I might do more Chrisaacs and I'm super hyped. Credit goes to @onebizarrekai For blessing us with the ibvs crew >:"3

"So, this is the end huh?"

Chris whispered, clutching the strap of his back pack like it's his lifeline. The pain was quite visible in the youth's heterochromatic eyes as he was having a silent dilemma.

He didn't expect such a cliche scene to play in his life. Where the protagonist sees his teary eyed beloved for the last time before departing to the changed setting.

However the male's companion was abnormally calm, his hands tucked inside the pockets of his jeans. Sheltering his talented hands from the cold mist of 4 am in the morning.

Although unfazed he took note that the other's knitting eyebrows were giving involuntarily exposure of emotions. He decided to not mention it as he wanted to make this as painless and sweet as possible.

The artist infront of him shuffled under his gaze,his disheveled hair bundled up with a cheap hair tie he most likely found lying around his house, while he was dressed in what Chris could relate to being an alternative for pajamas. It was almost like he wasn't ready-

But to be fair

Both of them clearly didn't plan for this sudden parting.

Sighing deeply his mind was conflicted. Was this really the last time he'd see him? How long can he keep sane without him in his life?

He hated how cheesy he was turning out to be. But it's not like he can keeps stoic about this too.

The taller made up his mind as he moved closer, closing the gap between them, bidding his final action of a farewell.

"I'm glad you made it!"

Drew greeted the young adult jubilantly as he draped his arms around his old school mate.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Chris was barely keeping up with the surprisingly taller friend. Puberty definitely hit him hard, the paler was almost jealous.

"Oh Lookie here , you're still alive Jackson?" His companion's bitter half entered the scene smug as ever. Not only did he managed to compete with Drew's height he was seemingly more intimidating.

"Hey Nev!"

Chris spoke grinning, he hadn't said that name in ages.

Joining his brother's side they started to converse and catch up on what they were up to all these years. Wasn't that what they were supposed to be doing in school reunions?

Cross observed both of them while they were sitting on the bar counter. The brothers sandwiched him in between their pillar like figures.

"This is so bOringggG g g!" the child behind him whined as he floated dramatically just besides the bartender who was polishing a few shot glasses.

Cross decided to ignore him for now. Tolerating the phantom cursing him with words only he could hear.

Speaking of the event.

It was his first actually, since he rarely got the time. He kinda felt guilty, but then again it's not like he could control his situation.

Cross shook his head from the useless thoughts flooding his senses and continued to keep his attention to the siblings who were talking about their lives.

The night went on quite normally.

He wished he could've seen more people there too though. However Edward was in Dubai with his family for a vacation. The information expert Barry on the other hand was currently out of town to God knows where. And Dez...well...was traveling around the world with her new wife,or as she calls. 'her waifu' that surprisingly didn't need summoning.

Nevin took note of his yearning aura, studying his tense figure closely and observing his dropping eyes.

Tired of seeing his companion like this he silently let his fingers dance on his screen's keyboard planning whatever miracle he could pull off.

It had been hours since he set foot inside the building and he was fairly drunk. But to be honest who wasn't?

The two finally dismissed themeselves after exchanging phone numbers with Cross' new number. Nevin raised a thumbs up on him before leaving, foreshadowing something he might be too tired to think about.

I mean, it had been a long night.

But he refused to leave.

At least not like this.

"I don't think he's here." Charlie appeared in front of him upside down, blocking his view of vision.

"Who?" He replied back to the ghost who slumped his shoulders behind him in frustration.

The scowl enough on the child's face made the taller sigh. He can't even feign ignorance about him at this point.

Charlie continued to hover all over Cross making a mini orbit as the other drank, hoping to forget.

The night ended, it was already past midnight and his former classmates were decreasing minute by minute. He was sure he had seen everyone inside the facility at least once or twice since he was near the main exit.

And yet he couldn't spot him.

"Let's call it a night!" A new voice consoled him, and this time it wasn't the brat scolding his arrogance.

It was him, his pessimistic ways. The will to let his efforts go to waste just to achieve stability again.

Obviously even he had enough of his bullshit ways. Yet he couldn't move from his seat, his stubborness left him glued to the rotating chair. Hoping that a certain someone would assault his silence and occupy the cold seat besides him.

"Wow isn't this quite the sight."

The taller boy tapped his feet repeatedly on the cold sidewalk catching the other's attention. He had finally given up. He was already outside the building , ready to sulk and find an opportunity to repeat this process again. And yet fate was playing hard to get with him.

He wasn't expecting this at all.

Isaac was currently squatting outside the hotel entrance he was in the whole time. He was dressed in a familiar white hoodie with a black accent holding sunglasses dearly in his chest.

Was his drunk state really this persistent?

This 'imaginary' friend smirked rising from his position locking eyes with Jackson.

Sadly he didn't grow that much so he had to look up.

"Hey C. It's been a while isn't it?"

And there it was his voice. Like a recorded message from the past, the same tone and pronounciation, the splitting image of Isaac Beamer.

The other leaned his side to the wall supporting his tilted state

"How long have you been waiting here?"

"That's Irrelevant." He played with the heels of his shoes while finger gunning.

"Wow Edward is really rubbing off on you huh?" The two chuckled in unison remembering a bit of their memories regarding the former school king.

They had a lot of memories too together right?

However Chris wasn't sure.

Whether the boy...no man in front of him was actually his old best friend.

But he can't prove that can he? Cause he had long forgotten how their conversations worked and how their personalities clashed and clicked together.

Cross felt guilt consume him again.

"You look sad, I can't blame you." His grin faltered into a small frown. He then proceeded to put the dark sun glasses on despite the moon basking in the darkness.

"After all you left your belongings in South California. They were, very lonely without you."

Both didn't know how they ended up in each other's arms, But they certainly didn't care as they relished in a warmth they thought they've both forgotten. Jackson finally finding satisfaction with his fingers entangled in the other's untied locks.

"Welcome home Chris."

hhhhitsnotperfectbutIllltrytopracticemoreinthefuture

#chrisaac #crink #isaac #chris #nevin #drew #wth did i do

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Legends of Tomorrow - ‘Nip/Stuck’ Review

"Gary Green is all the man we need."

This episode title got about 1000% funnier after the reveal of Gary's evil nipple last week.

I'm just saying.

Technically, this week's title only represents two out of the three plotlines. What we really get is more like Nip/Stuck/Sunday in the park with Neron, but it's hard to complain too much about it since it's both a solid joke and a pleasant reminder that the show Nip/Tuck was a thing once. Plus, and it hurts me to say this, the Constantine stuff was really the weakest of the three plotlines.

That's probably a good place to start. At the end of the last episode, Neron-in-Ray's-Body teleported away from the Waverider taking with him Gary and Constantine. I actually missed, at the time, that John had been taken with them, and so I was a little confused when we opened in the ice age with Him and Neron and no Gary in sight. That said, they cleared up pretty quickly that Gary had been sent to the Time Bureau, although why Neron would bother to do this was a little unclear at first.

Gradually, however, one thing became very clear. Neron is probably the most competent villain that the Legends have ever encountered, and his 'to do' list is shockingly task oriented. What Neron wants, ultimately, is his lady friend Tabitha to be released from Hell. Once she's out there's probably some idea about conquest and domination, but for now all we really see is Neron being laser focused on getting her out. Seriously though, how nice would it be if step two was just him and Tabitha taking a nice vacation in the wine country and getting a couples massage?

In any case, Neron has clearly taken a moment to troubleshoot his plan, because he's very efficiently begun from 'the Legends will try to stop me', reasoned that forcing John to use his magic over a very large trap will be a nice way to get them out of the way, foresaw the hitch of the Legends just calling the Time Bureau to rescue them and headed that off by getting Gary on his side and having him make the Time Bureau unavailable to help.

So, despite how things look at first glance, all three of the plotlines this week are just three different pieces of the same plan, and neither Neron nor the show feel any need to overtly point that out. Indeed, the most impressive part of Neron's plan such as we see it this week is just how not flashy it is. He's not showing off for anyone or trying to impress his enemies, or any of those common villain-flaws. He's efficiently anticipating threats and neutralizing them while simultaneously maneuvering John into the position of either allowing both himself and an innocent to be sent to hell, or to stabilize the portal to Hell which will allow Tabitha to come back to him.

And the ultimate result of this well prepared and competently executed plan? He wins. Absolutely, 100% Neron achieves exactly what he intended to do, with no hiccups whatsoever. There are precisely two things that happen which Neron didn't intend, and neither of them matters to him in the slightest. The Legends manage to escape from their snowy grave and Constantine decides to swan dive into hell to save Ray, and neither otf those things matter, as they have zero impact on Tabitha's successful escape.

The Swan dive into Hell was a nice resolution to a theme that's been bubbling away under John's plotline. He's repeated many times that he's a complete bastard, that he's a monster, that he's a horrible person. Because believing that about himself is kind of Constantine's character brief. But the emotional climax of that theme was probably the easiest thing to miss in this episode. We're told that the Puca only mirrors those that are around it. If you're angry, it's angry, If you're violent, it's violent. And when it's alone with John, it's kind. Judging from the look on John's face when the Puca heals his forehead, he didn't miss the significance. That's what brought about the change of heart that led him, the first one to board the 'Ray's gone and never coming back' train, to jumping into Hell to bring back his friend.

That's just a really solid emotional through line.

Meanwhile, The Waverider is trapped below 500-odd feet of snow during the ice age. Sara immediately makes the logically correct choice to turn power down to minimum so that they can conserve it as long as possible while they slowly freeze to death while bickering. How nice was it, by the way, that they were all wearing spare Captain Cold jackets because Snart left a supply of spares. That was just adorable.

It's easy to give Ray short shrift as compared to his team-mates. He's the sunny, optimistic one, and that's a character type that it's just way too easy to make fun of these days. Character's like Mick and Sara, with all their gruff cynicism are just more fun to watch, we tend to think. How wonderful is it, then, that the secret to the Waverider's escape was to find and embrace their inner Ray, turning the heat back up to full and determining to enjoy each other for as long as they can, because even if all they have is each others company, that is not nothing. The answers in the Cards to Save the Timeline game were a little on the nose, but I don't care. The Legends were saved by the magic power of optimism and friendship, and that's just fine by me. We need more of that. Also, please mass produce that card game, I want to play it.

Which leaves us with Gary and his hypno-nipple, Stepford Wife-ing his way through the Time Bureau and interrupting Nora's new hire paperwork. This is basically your by the numbers 'all of your friends are being turned against you, one by one' template, although it's very well done. It also must have been nice for Adam Tsekhman to get to shake things up in his portrayal of Gary, although I do wonder if he was told early on just how much of the plotline this year was going to be driven by his nipple. I feel like that would be a weird burden to carry. It's thematically pleasant that this plotline too was solved by remembering that you aren't alone. In this case, Mona and Wolfie. It would appear that Wolfie is essentially a separate personality from Mona, and can take control of just portions of her body to communicate, which is interesting.

So, three distinctly separate plot threads, all of which are really just different parts of the same plot thread, all of which essentially boil down to the idea that 'friendship is good'.

This episode just works really, really well.

Everybody remember where we parked:

The first stop for both Neron and the Waverider is the Donner Pass in the Ice Age. This is little less precise than they usually get, as there were at least five ice ages, and they tended to last for a little while. Things get a little more specific when the Legends trace John's magic and realize that he's 1.3 million years in the past, but that still seems like a suspiciously round number.

It also begs the question of whether the Donner Pass would actually exist 1.3 million years ago. Wikipedia assures me that the Sierra Nevada range began it's uplift 4 million years ago, so it's theoretically possible, I suppose. But let's be honest, they really only set things there for the sake of a few cannibalism jokes.

Next, Neron takes john to a 'Celtic village' in 55 BCE. That's 'Before Current Era', which is an alternative phrasing to B.C. although they both refer to more or less the same thing. It's a little odd that a show that's already confirmed the existence of Christ would use the more neutral term.

Quotes:

Nate: "And who knows what he’s doing in Rays name, or his perfectly grass fed organic butter-body."

Nate: "What do we do till then?" Zari: "Stress eat." Mick: "Drink." Charlie: "Yeah, how’ve you lot survived until now?"

Gary: "Let’s rap for a sec." Mona: "Is Gary cool now?" Co-worker: "That’s impossible."

Gary: "No need to stress. Unless your infraction is looking too good in that suit. Agent Reyes knows what I’m talking about." Mona: "Oh my god, I think she just swooned."

Sara: "There is such a thing as too much exposition, Gideon."

Nora: "My forms keep getting rejected because records show I’m fifteen and living in a mental institution."

Charlie: "Good thing that this Snart bloke kept a supply of supply of jackets though, innit? They smell good, too, actually. What is that, is that sandalwood?"

Sara: "Look, I know that book convention was important to you. And I’m really glad you got to go." Mick: "I’m glad you have Ava."

Sara: "Look, Ray would want us to have faith that we will escape. He wouldn’t want us cold and miserable. So right now, we are going to enjoy our time together. Let’s go."

Wolfie: "You will do no more harm with your nip-ple!"

Ava: "It’s a long story, but Gary took over the bureau. He nip-notized everyone." Nate: "Yeah, you’re gonna have to explain that."

Bits and Pieces:

-- So Tabitha is the fairy godmother from 'Witch Hunt'. I did not see that coming. Did they meet in Hell after the team sent her there? Are fairy godmothers all really demons? I have so many questions.

-- They seem to have forgotten that Mick likes Ray. That was sad.

-- It's out of character for Mick to question Sara's decisions. That felt forced.

-- It appears that Wolfie ate Gary's Evil Nipple. Is Gary still evil? He did choose to go with Neron at the end.

-- 'Gary's Evil Nipple' is going to be the name of my new punk band.

-- Dragon eggs need more heat than that. They should be kept on a fire because their mothers breathe on them. Yes, I am a Ravenclaw.

-- It's surprising that we went anther week without Wixtable the Dragon hatching or becoming particularly relevant. Perhaps they're saving him for the finale.

-- Everybody knows that Zari and Nate are hooking up and responses are in the positive to indifferent range.

-- Neron slicing his own throat was a really nice effect. And of course John couldn't not stop him.

-- calling John 'Johnny' was Dez' thing, not really Neron's. It seems odd that Neron is still doing it.

-- Honestly, the gimmick of John's ancestor being the one who was persecuting the Puca felt a little gratuitous. Like, they really only did it because they thought it would be fun for Matt Ryan to play a different part for a bit.

-- 'Persecuting the Puca' is going to be the name of my new punk band.

-- Back in the day, the Hellblazer comic's letter page was constantly full of the debate about whether it was pronounced Constantine rhyming with 'mine' or Constantine rhyming with 'mean'. The publisher was very clear that it was 'mine'. I suspect we've ended up with the other pronunciation entirely because of the Keanu Reeves film, which isn't as bad as you remember by the way.

A deceptively elegantly structured episode that comes down whole-heartedly on the side of optimism. What's not to like?

Three and a half out of four creepy nipples.

'Creepy Nipples' is going to be the name of my new... oh, never mind.

Mikey Heinrich is, among other things, a freelance writer, volunteer firefighter, and roughly 78% water.

#Legends of Tomorrow #Sara Lance #John Constantine #Ava Sharpe #Ray Palmer #DC Comics #Arrowverse #Legends of Tomorrow Reviews #Doux Reviews #TV Reviews

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My Underdeveloped Story

So this post is mainly for context regarding my Dreamscape story and the characters in it. I'll probably make posts about it so I just wanted to give context for stuff. There is basically no plot aside from a rough idea for the very beginning, so this is just the setting and characters.

Setting:

Time period: Modern day

Places: Earth (somewhere in Arizona) and the Dreamscape (pretty much only Feveren)

Characters:

(I've introduced some of them before, but I'll just give some quick descriptions here.)

Frederic:

Species: Human

Race: Mixed, but mostly East Asian

Gender: Male, he/him

Sexuality: Straight....?

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Birthday: Nov 14

Age: 28

Occupation: Office job at his brother's company.

Interests: Dabbled in genetic engineering in his late teens-early 20s, his true passion is designing fashion and dreams of having celebrities wear his clothes. He loves pie. His favorite colors are mauves and pinks. Though he wears blue all the time because bAcksTorY. He also becomes fascinated with Feverenian culture.

Relationships: Romantic? None. Ever. Except for a 1st grade sweetheart but that's it. Platonic? He has a brother named Aaron that owns a company that Frederic works at (not too major of a character), he basically adopted a girl named Anne but they're more like best friend roommates, has a giant dog named Mutt, talks to his parents a fair amount, and befriends the "Feverenian Crew" as I shall call them I guess. He's also friends with some co-workers but he's not too close.

Major Flaws: Highly secretive and not trusting, pretty paranoid (he has a modified security system with cameras and put a tracker on Mutt and Anne but they're both aware of it so it ain't that bad) he's an insomniac, he is very insecure about his appearance and his physical "flaws" (i.e. dark circles, a few moles here and there, his "puffy, sunburnt looking" cheeks, etc.) and he has trouble completely being himself (He was bullied throughout his life and hides certain aspects to reduce said bullying. Like wearing blue instead of pink to look less "gay" but keeping his flamboyant personality and some of his mannerisms because that's too much work to change. His changes became to consistent for him to change for fear of ridicule. He wears pink on Wednesdays tho. Y'all know why.) He is very protective of Anne and doesn't like having her with boyfriends for fear of her getting hurt, and fear of losing her as a companion. He has a fear/delusion deep down that the people around him don't really care about him, and fake it to get something out of spending time with him.

Anne:

Species: Human

Race: White

Gender: Female, she/her

Sexuality: Straight

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Birthday: Oct 12

Age: 17

Occupation: Student, no job yet

Interests: Drawing, video games, doing dumb stuff with her friends, memes, puns, etc. Her favorite color is purple.

Relationships: Romantic? Heheh maybe. Platonic? Frederic is her guardian, they're besties, she has a group of friends at school, her two best school friends are Dennis and America, Mutt is BFF (best furry friend), she is very close with Osiris (heheheh) and alright with the rest of the Fev Crew, especially Rose.

Major Flaws: I guess her being a double amputee is one. Her legs were surgically removed from just below the knee due to an infection and she now has several sets of prosthetic limbs that Frederic made for her. Not too much of a flaw though, she isn't too disadvantaged by it. She doesn't tell Frederic too many of her problems because she knows he deals with a lot and she almost feels responsible for him at times when he gets in an emotionally bad place, so she also has a weight on her shoulders of supporting him while not wanting to drag him down with her issues. (Wow what a run-on) She's very mature and feels that she needs to be in order to "prove" to Frederic that she can be out on her own.

Dez:

Species: Feverenian Royal

Race: Royal I guess lol

Gender: Male, he/him

Sexuality: Low-key Bi

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Birthday: Oct 30

Age: Actual Years? 34. Royal Years? 26.

Occupation: King of Feveren and Royal Executioner

Interests: Alcohol (he's not an alcoholic he just wants to open a distillery one day), anime/manga, torture methods (yeah that's dark, but he's the executioner and that's how it be in Feveren) His favorite color is red, he likes his steak rare as heck.

Magical Abilities: Fire element, he can breathe fire, control fire, turn his hair into fire, go into a fiery rage, etc. He's also immortal in the sense that he can at least regenerate from any wound. If he got blown to bits or incinerated by lasers he would just shwoop back into place. Whether or not he lives forever is yet to be known.

Relationships: Romantic? 5 ex-girlfriends, one current crush. Platonic? He considers Victor to be his best friend, he and his sister Rose are pretty close, he's very close to Frederic and Anne, Mutt loves him, he's on good terms with most of the Palace Staff, and he does not like Osiris.

Major Flaws: Starts off pretty arrogant and lazy. He's pretty casual, he has the power and luxury of a King, but lives as a casual peasant (Meaning he dresses and behaves casually for someone of his status. He wears suits, but they aren't very fancy, and he often engages in casual conversation making crude jokes and chatting with the staff. He still has and wants all the luxuries of Royalty though, like people bowing at his feet and all that power-trippy stuff.) He's an idiot. Very oblivious, not very bright in most areas, and not the wisest either. Sort of a brat.

This is only 3/7 characters but this is raking forever to save an what not so here these babs are for now hnnnngh.

#dreamscape #ocs #my ocs #frederic van svheit #dez royal #anne #long post

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CORA BELLE SERAFIN

{ KAYA SCODELARIO, 26, FEMALE } ☾ - CORA BELLE SERAFIN has been seen walking around town. Hazelgrove is familiar of the TWENTY-SIX year old TIMBERWOOD PACK WEREWOLF as SHE is IN FAVOR OF restoring the town’s Glamour spell. The people of Hazelgrove can agree that the BAKER can be COMPASSIONATE yet still be SELF DESTRUCTIVE. Let’s just hope something can be settled before the town is turned upside town. + blueberry pie cooling on a windowsill, the bitter taste of betrayal, a heart overflowing with too much love and too much hate. { dez, 23, she/her, est }

HISTORY

Cora is born in a small southern town. She has one older sibling and one younger one, and her parents are strict, overbearing, and religious.

Her parents demand nothing less than their idea of perfection. She’s expected to ace all of her classes, to never speak out of turn, to dress in a very precise way, to never even consider doing anything even remotely sinful or inappropriate or unbefitting. Cora spends her entire childhood struggling to live up to their expectations, and for years she’s the whole town’s Golden Child - The Pristine.

The cracks start to appear when she’s fifteen; the pressure is only growing, and she’s starting to buckle. Every tiny mistake feels like the world is ending and she doesn’t think she can keep living this way. By sixteen, she’s become the local Fallen Angel. Her grades have dropped and her cheerful nature has given way to depression. The adults look at her in disappointment; they never think to offer her a helping hand. Her parents are absolutely horrified to find their perfect little doll acting less than perfect.

She meets him the summer she turns seventeen. He’s a little older than she is, and she’s everything she’s been taught to avoid - just some low class bad boy who blew into town - but he treats her like a person instead of a doll, and he finds her flaws endearing, and she feels the weight lift off her shoulders whenever he’s around. Her parents hate him, but that only make him more enticing.

She’s a little frightened when he first tells her he’s a werewolf, but he sweeps her up into the romanticism of it all. She knows as soon as she’s been turned that she’d probably made a mistake. She confides in her family, and react with horror and disgust - she’s told she’s never welcome home again.

With nowhere else to go, Cora leave town with her boyfriend. They move into a tiny apartment in a big city, and Cora starts working as a waitress in a greasy diner, and later takes up a second job in a greasier strip club. It’s a struggle adjusting to so much - her life has, in the blink of an eye, changed completely. But she’s still very much in love, and the pair are doing the best they can, and she can honestly say she’s happe at least some of the time. And then one day, he disappears. Her boyfriend is simply gone - and he’s taken his half of the rent money with him.

Cora is gutted. She sells everything they own and spends the next year wandering the country and living out of her car, just trying to figure out who and what she is now. She’s spent her whole life living by someone else’s script and to be so completely alone now is terrifying, but there’s a sense of freedom to it, too. She has no one’s opinion to listen to but her own, and she learns things about herself she hadn’t known. She learns that she’s resourceful, and strong, and brave - and has a serious weakness for cheap whiskey and pretty faces. ( and not just men’s faces, either, which comes as a bit of a surprise - but what’s the harm in adding one more thing her parents would hate her for to the pile when she’s already been excommunicated? )

Her self-destructive self-discovery journey comes to an end when she gets a little in over her head and gets caught up in a pretty rough bar fight. Another supernatural takes pity on the young wolf, pulling her from the fight and giving her a place to sleep and lick her wounds for the night, before sending her towards Hazelgrove. Cora is a little skeptical of it all at first. She hasn’t been given much reason to trust other werewolves, and the idea of a pack is entirely foreign to her, but she finds support and understanding and community among the Timberwood pack, and they quickly win her loyalty.

Cora has been a member of the Timberwood Pack and a resident of Hazelgrove for about five years now.

BULLET POINTS

Cora has always loved to bake - probably because she’s always had a serious sweet tooth. Her sweets are pretty excellent, if she does say so herself. ( and she does, all the time ) She works at Ginger’s Snap Bakery, but can also persuaded to deliver tins of homemade cookies or pastries for a few extra bucks. Perfect for satisfying late night sugar cravings, or getting your hands on a delicious donut without having to ditch work.

Anyone who knew a young Cora wouldn’t really recognize her today. Gone is the quiet, obedient, gentle youth - Cora is bold, impulsive, loud, and proud. She doesn’t hold her tongue, and she doesn’t hold back. If she wants to do something, she does it, no questions asked. She’s sick and tired of being what others want to be. The big exception to this is, of course, the Timberwood Alpha. She’s a little wild, but she’s loyal to the core, and the alpha’s word is law.

Though she’s changed a lot, one thing she never lost was is her kindness. She’s a compassionate person; she feels for people. She’s the kind of person you can ask for favors, without worrying she’ll make you jump through hoops. The kind of friend who’ll show up at your front door with a box of freshly baked cookies and a bottle of booze when you’re having a bad day. She never hesitates to lend a hand to a stranger. Cora knows this has, can, and will get her into trouble sometimes. A lot of people can’t be trusted, and a lot of them are willing to take advantage of kindness, but she doesn’t see why she should change who she is just because there are assholes in the world. She knows she’s strong enough to survive being hurt, so why worry so much about it?

Cora is also ... still very much weak for both whiskey and pretty faces. Especially for anyone with a bad boy vibe. She likes to visit Satin Lounge or hang out at the Ink Addicts’ bar during her free time. Get a little drunk, flirt with a few regulars, have a little fun. She just enjoys a harmless good time. Every now and then, she lets someone take her home.

Cora’s really understanding and accepting. Probably too much so. She should honestly probably question things and people more, but most things just slide right off her back. She’s also really easy to befriend. Just don’t fuck her over specifically, and you’re probably good.

Cora is definitely still lowkey struggling with depression and the effects of a shitty childhood but she’s hardcore repressing that shit.

Almost definitely gets herself into trouble by hanging out with the wrong people.

She’s a disaster but like, in a fun way, so it’s cool, right?

Pinterest! Probably like at least a third of it is baking related because baking is pretty.

Cora has a couple of wanted connections up over here. The person who sent her to Hazelgrove could be an open connection too. She’s open for pretty much any kinda connection. Friends, frienemies, enemies, flings, ex-flings, baby daddies, frequent customers. Whatever floats your boat. Just hit me up if you wanna plot or just ramble about you character’s opinion about mine or whatever; I am all ears and up for all.

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Companion Piece to This is Love

He arrives a few minutes late, parks his car, and walks into the smoothie shop. He can’t help but feel apprehensive. He doesn’t see Trish yet but knows that he will be face to face with her in a few moments. What is he supposed to do and say? He has no idea. For all of his daydreaming about his future soulmate, he has never thought about what he’d actually say to her once he found her. He’s only been thinking about it since last night when he texted her about meeting up, and he’s still not any closer to an answer. He guesses he’ll find out what he’ll say when it comes out of his mouth. He feels himself shaking and reminds himself why he’s here. If he doesn’t talk to her and goes back to LA without getting on the same page, he’ll forever regret it. He doesn’t want that. This needs to be settled.

He’s awkwardly standing close to the line by the counter but not in it when he sees the door open and Trish appear. He smiles. This may be one of the more awkward moments of his life, but at least he’s with Trish. She’s such a great friend, and seeing her just reminds him of how grateful he is to have her in his life. Maybe this actually won’t be that bad.

“Hey,” she says coming up and standing next to him.

He almost gives her a hug, but then he remembers that they’re soulmates and that this just might be the beginning of forever. He stops himself. “Hey, I see you’re here now.”

She laughs this shallow, half-snort, half-laugh. “I did agree to come.”

She’s got sunglasses at the top of her head, and her curls look so glossy in the florescent light that he’s thinking about how long it has been since he’s touched them. And he’s struck again with their history and all the beautiful memories of fun times they both carry with them. He can’t stop himself this time and pulls her into a hug. “I missed you,” he says into her shoulder.

“I missed you too, Dez,” she replies. “You can let go now,” she adds after a moment releasing her grip on him.

He’s just not sure what to say. She smells wonderful, and he’s sure he didn’t remember that her sense of style while not edgy enough for his taste is still on point. Today’s leopard print leggings, black cami, and jean shirt are the perfect choice for her. “How are you?” he ventures.

She smiles, and it’s a genuine one that makes him smile too. “Good. Busy, you know.”

“Yeah,” he replies. As they wait their turn, they make smalltalk, and somewhere deep down, Dez knows that in a few hours he won’t even remember what they talked about. His mind is way too occupied with the conversation that’s coming and the fact that he still doesn’t know what to say. They grab their smoothies, and he follows Trish to a tall table in the corner where they sit down. They’re finally facing each other, and seeing her face across the table makes him feel like he isn’t up for this after all. She’s smiling. He figures her smoothie’s good, but it somehow also looks like a mischievous smirk. He’s known her for a long time; he knows what her mischievous smirk looks like, and this is it. He can feel her eyes looking at him at him; it’s as if she has a bet with herself about how long it will be until he says something. They sit taking long sips of their smoothies, saying nothing for several minutes until he can take it no longer. He sets his smoothie down. It lands on its side, and as he catches it, he squeezes it sending some of the pink liquid out the straw and onto the table. After setting his cup upright again, he excuses himself to get some extra napkins and comes back and hurriedly cleans up the mess. “There,” he says setting the napkins in a pile. “All clean.”

“Never a dull moment with you, doof,” she says laughingly. Her eyes twinkle, and he’s not sure why he didn’t remember that they twinkle. He can’t recall them twinkling before, but he’s sure they have. He must have just missed it. They’re so pretty he wants to touch them. Since he can’t, he thinks that perhaps drawing or painting them would be the next best thing. There’s softness in her facial expression that makes her comment feel more like a compliment than an insult. That gives him courage. Even if she has some bet going, she still wants to hear whatever he has to say. She showed up after all. “So we’re soulmates.” It comes out so quickly he has to take a breath afterword.

“It would appear so.” Her tone is even and almost nonchalant.

He looks down at his smoothie. He can’t see her face as he says whatever is coming next. “I didn’t think…you know…I didn’t expect it would be you. It’s not that…that I didn’t want it to be or something.” He can feel himself stumbling over his words. This is exactly what he was afraid of happening. Why didn’t he plan ahead? He can’t stop now, so he just goes with it. “I had no idea who it’d be. I guess I just…I just didn’t think it’d be somebody I knew.”

He glances up. He can face her now that he’s not speaking. He sees hurt in her eyes and feels ashamed. He’d never want to hurt her. His hands find his straw as he continues. “It’s not that I didn’t want it to be you. I’ve just not known for so long, and now, I do. And you know, Carrie.” He’s bending his straw back and forth and can’t even string proper sentences together. “But that’s all taken care of now. I’ve always wanted my soulmate, and I…I want to give this a try.” He curses himself for sounding so tentative, but he can’t help himself. He just feels so tremendously out of his element.

“I’m glad you wanted to take the chance to talk it over. I really appreciate that.” He can’t read her emotions at the moment, and it scares him a little. “I’m not just your soulmate, Dez. I’m a person, and I don’t want that to get lost here. I’m not going to be some vehicle for your dreams.” She stops for a moment, and he’s not sure where she’s going. Her eyes are on the table as she continues. “I’ve done that before, and I’m not doing that again. I’m happy to talk, but all I’ve agreed to is coming here.”

He doesn’t know what to say. She’s right; she’s a person who deserves just as much if not more than he does. “I’m sorry,” he ventures. “Will you let me try again?” He can feel now that the stakes are higher, higher than they ever were with Carrie. He’s got to put it all out there. “I’m not even sure what I’m doing. I just knew I had to see you, and we had to talk this out before I go back to LA. I don’t want to pressure you or anything. I’ll accept whatever you decide.”

He looks up, and she nods. “Go on.”

“Thank you,” he says sincerely. “You’re too kind.” There’s so much graciousness in her giving him a second chance he doesn’t know what to do with it. He doesn’t deserve this kindness when he was the one who asked her here to tell her something and promptly hurt her feelings. But she’s not mad. He feels her eyes on him again, and it’s this intense stare that makes him feel like all of him is on display. There’s this discomfort in being so exposed, but at the same time, he knows it’s because she cares about him enough to hear what he has to say. He wonders if perhaps soulmates have more to do with coming across someone you could have this with than who you end up with after all. “But yeah, I do want to talk about it more. I used to have my heart set on this, but all those years…” He doesn’t know how to explain it. “I don’t anymore. I know life and even having a soulmate isn’t a fairytale. I just want to be where I’m supposed to be; I don’t want to be too afraid to do what I’m supposed to do. And it appears life has lead me to you.”

She smiles, but says nothing seemingly noticing that he’s not done.

“Even if it weren’t for the whole soulmates thing, I’d want to ask you out. You’re so pretty and more confident than I’d ever dream of being.” He feels a smile spread across his face. She’s so incredible. “But yeah, I think you’re an amazing person matching marks aside. Maybe the soulmates thing is making me do something and keeping me from being a lazy bum who doesn’t ask, but yes, I’m interested in you. I want to see what we have, what the future would look like if we were side-by-side.”

“Yes,” she says so quietly he’s not sure he heard correctly. “I’m up for giving this a try.”

He turns his voice to a loud whisper. “I’m so glad it’s you. There’s not many people who’d be okay with me being a bumbling idiot.”

She places her hand on his arm gently. “You’re not an idiot. You’ve never been an idiot. And the bumbling is actually very endearing.” Her eyes are twinkling, and he feels so warm inside. She loves him already. How did he get that lucky?

He’s so overcome with emotion that as if by impulse he walks over to her chair, places his arms around her, and kisses her. He immediately wonders if she’ll pull back; she doesn’t. When he stands up a moment later to catch a breath, his heart is racing. Before he knows it, she’s standing before him on her tiptoes trying to reach his face for another kiss. He leans down and obliges. She’s so adorable.

When they break apart a moment later, they do sit down again, but she grabs his hand. “So us?” she says.

“Yes,” he says his heart overcome with joy. He squeezes her hand. “Us.”

#trez #trez fic #dez x trish #trish x dez #soulmates au #soulmates #dez #austin and ally fanfiction #austin & ally

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My ye olde time machine of smut writing

***I used to write smut with a friend of The Peep and mine, and this little piece was the very first one we put together. We went on after this trial effort to write a book series worth of material as two other characters, which was never published. Nor ever will it ever be, because it devolved into a dirty words vocabulary contest which required the reader to have a dictionary available as they read and diddled to the various scenes. That would only work if humans had three hands. Also, the whole editing books thing is too time consuming and neither of us wanted to fuck around with that or getting a literary agent or just about anything to do with anything other than writing smut.

It’s sure nice to see the growth in my writing though over five years.***

****Pardon the typos. This was some quickly done rough draft shit written on the internet for other people who were only trying to get off.***

Chapter I: The madam comes calling (Dez with Finley Strong)

March 8, 2014 at 7:53 AM

Dez Dickerson

A dominant without a submissive is like a car without its engine. It hadn’t taken long, and I was back on the prowl, if you will. The desires needed to be quenched and there was only one way to quell the thirst. It’s how I wound back up at the sex club under that fantastic Mexican restaurant I’d visited so many times before. I took a stroll through, checked out the rooms and tried my hardest to enjoy the goings on. Maybe I’m getting old? Is twenty-six too old or too young for this sex club shit? The place reeked of desperation with the vibe of a holiday vacation. Touristy dominance, Disney submissions. I walked the steps upward into the restaurant stopping to speak with Lorena, the Amazonian proprietor of the establishment who came bedecked in her six-inch spikes, too tight corset and barely there mini. No, I was not interested in Lorena. For fucks sake, she was a domme, there was nothing in it for me. The conversation did prove worthwhile though. Yes, I’m not looking for a commitment. Yes, I’m open newbies and experienced. Would I be opposed to her referring trusted individuals to me? No. Lorena sent me on my way with a promise that I would hear from her soon. The call came the very next day and here I was now, in the loft awaiting the appearance of one Finley Strong. Quite the name for a submissive. Would she prove her surname correct or would she succumb like a flower, wilting under the heat of my presence? Only time would tell. As I heard the clank of the steel outer door slamming shut I tried not to smile as if I were a lion being served fresh meat. Lorena had instructed her well. Walk into the big main room, stand at its direct center, wait. I heard her stilettos click across the grey concrete and halt accordingly. As I strode out of the kitchen I wasn’t disappointed. She stood tall and straight, eyes forward and chin raised with that touch of an overtly defiant attitude. Good show girl, we’ll break that soon enough. The question is how. How does she want it broken? Does she even want what I come to expect as natural? The agreement with Lorena called for giving them what they needed, not necessarily what Dez felt they needed. At least that’s how the bitchy Mexicano had stated it to me. Once in my clutches those tides could change, rolling back out to sea and redefining our meeting like the openness of the sea. Feel her out, do right by her. That was the last words of wisdom from Lorena, who certainly didn’t want to hazard to guess what was held in the mind of Ms. Finley Strong. Feel her out I did. One circle around and I was reaching out, two finger lightly touching at her hip, tracing over the small of her back as I walked, stopping in front with my fingers pressed at her mid-section. If I could say one thing about her, besides recognizing her striking beauty and fiery eyes, is that she was immaculately put together. I let my hand drift upward through the skin bared valley between her two succulent globes, the covered tips aroused to a point. Tasty. At least I imagined them to be quite tasty, once I was afforded the opportunity to partake of her sans clothing. I drew a single finger up her neck feeling her slight gulp as I went straight for her chin tipping it higher. Finley’s eyes remained forward to the same spot on the wall she had been fixated on. Resolve. That in itself shot a lightning bolt to my cock. “I’m Dez, but I’m sure you knew that already. When you’re allowed to speak there are a few rules. The name…Dez…is how you refer to be. I don’t play the sir or master game. Simply Dez. Get it memorized now.” A drop of my hand to her shoulder, letting it slide down her arm then falling over her curvaceous body until I was leaning forward cupping her ass in my palm. Her breath poured against my neck, heated and heavy. “Lorena made it apparent that you had a wish, some hunger you needed to feed that you’ve either been denied or have been denying yourself. A release as it were. Which in itself should be the ultimate goal when you’re with me. Release. My release.” I let go of her magnificent backside and stepped away, firmly in Dez mode one hand lifted brushing over my beard. Yes, she was definitely going to do I thought to myself, if for nothing other than the fact she had as yet shown not one emotion. Finley Strong appeared the type who demanded it be brought out of by a fierce hand. That…I could accommodate. “So, here’s where this goes Ms. Finley Strong. You tell me what your limits are and why you’re here. I will decide if I like what I hear.” I smiled at my fine use of homonyms. “None of that do whatever you want Dez shit, I don't go in for that. Open your mind to Dez. If you intrigue me in a way that separates you from the herd, I will nod towards the door. That doesn’t mean leave. That means get your ass to the entryway, remove every stitch of clothing and reenter. You will walk across this great room and follow that hallway to the first door on the right. Enter, walk to the X on the floor and kneel, open and presented. Make very certain your thighs are wide and inviting, hands clasped tightly behind your head. Back arched, those fucking tits jutting in anticipation. Got it? Go on now…with the talking. It’s the last time you’ll be saying much of anything.”

Finley Strong Well shit, she hadn't expected that. Fin had already forgotten about the seemingly insignificant conversation with Lorena two weeks ago; Lorena hadn't. They rambled on about their sex lives over margaritas--as they often did. One too many and Fin was spouting off something to the effect of 'I just want someone to tie me up and fuck me proper.' Apparently, that had stuck with Lorena, because Fin was the first person on Lorena's list when just such an opportunity presented itself. Hello opportunity, insert Dez Dickerson. Fin hung up the phone, a slight smile tugging at the corner of her lips, a slow ache sitting steadfast in the pit of her stomach. Nerves? What the fuck should she be nervous about? Finley thought as she plucked a pair of black skinny jeans and an off-the-shoulder sweater out of her closet. Because it was so completely out of character for Finley Strong. She ran a brothel for fucks sake. Which, in itself didn't necessarily dictate a personality with a propensity for maintaining control, but it did enhance every domineering quality Fin already possessed. In all honesty, she had been hard wired to run the roost. It had been that way all her life. And now what? She was going to relinquish most, if not all, of that to a perfect stranger? Fin shook her head and shimmied into her jeans, stepped into a pair of ass-jacking Louboutins and headed to the address Lorena provided. She already had fucking instructions, Fin thought with a smirk, and it hadn't even really begun. You got this, Fin. Piece of cake. Piece of pie. Perhaps the thing that worried her the most was her ability to let go. . .or lack there of. When it came down to it, was she going to be able to submit? Oh sure, the concept seemed simple enough, but when you got down to the nitty gritty, Fin feared she would have to fight herself every single step of the way. Turning a control freak into a sub wasn't going to happen overnight. Don't talk back, be obedient, leave your attitude at the door--all of which seemed like impossible tasks at the moment. Exhaling deeply, she brushed her mahogany locks out of her face, yanked the steel door open confidently, and sauntered into the main room, standing as instructed with her eyes locked on a single point in the wall. The nerves had gone, Fin had constructed her wall, the stage was as good as set. She stood straight shouldered, chin tipped up, eyes never moving from the original point. Yea, she fucking wanted this--she knew it the instant she felt that tingling sensation in her fingertips. The second Fin saw him walking towards her out of her peripherals, her pulse quickened. If she had a 'type,' Dez Dickerson fit that mold perfectly. Tattoos, check. An air of 'I don't give a fuck' masculinely unkempt demeanor that screamed 'I am who I am, if you don't like it, kindly fuck off,' check. But the nail in the coffin was his fucking voice. Low, smoky, direct, unwavering. Like warm honey dripping over every inch of her skin. The small of her back arched just slightly as his fingertips etched their way along her skin, her body instantly responding to him. Finley slowed her breathing and firmly instructed her body to get its shit together. At least as of now, Fin was in control of the way her body reacted--not him, not yet. Eyes straight forward, she listened intently, expressionless, his hands exploring as he pleased, finally resting on the curve of her ass. He knew exactly what he was doing. Every touch calculated, perfect by design, expertly placed to optimize pleasure. Fin knew one thing for sure, if this endeavor continues, he was going to play her body like a fucking flute. . .and, at the end of the day, there was nothing she could about it. And then came his questions. They had caught her completely off guard for whatever reason. What are your limits and why are you here? The first inquiry was simple: there are no limits. But the second, well, that one required a little more inward exploration. Jesus, every primitive instinct inside her was chomping at the bit to shove him against the wall and fuck him senseless. That's what she wanted. Yet, she remained silent for a moment, still contemplating her answer. That's not why you're here, Fin, she reminded herself. I want you to tie me up and fuck me proper, was the next answer that popped into her mind. Well, fucking duh, Fin. She wouldn't be standing here right now if that wasn't eventually going to happen. I want you to own my body in ways I've never imagined. Okay, she thought, that's going somewhere. Why are you here, Fin? It was something more than an orgasm. The myriad of response all led to one thing: control. In every thing she did, Fin had to have control. It was an exhausting endeavor, yes, but relinquishing control to her meant something more than a rest from decision making. She had never just /let go/. She had never experienced the imperforate feeling of subjugation. The freeing of awareness that comes only when you've surrendered everything--mind and body--to another. For the first time her eyes met his. She studied his facial expressions and mannerisms. Those fucking eyes, Finley mused. They look right into your soul, straight to your very core. Her emerald orbs held his stare for a moment before she spoke. "No limits." She paused to emphasize her seriousness with the first answer. "And what I want is to let go. Completely. To the point that it terrifies me." Make what you will of that, Dez Dickerson, but it's just about the most honest answer you will ever get out of Finley Strong.

Dez Dickerson

The first two words out of her mouth set me off like a firecracker on the Fourth of July. Either she was looking for chastising or she had no clue about my opinionated manner on all thing dom/sub. Two fucking words, that's it. I sucked in air through my flared nostrils, filling my lungs until I thought they would burst like a balloon. No limits. I exhaled out a furious rush of breath, my hand lifting and grasping at back of Finley's neck, wrapping my fingers tight as I prodded her towards the corner. "Keep your mouth shut, unless asked to speak. One hand up high on each wall. Lean forward balanced on your toes. I want that ass pointing for me. Calling for my hand." I took a step back, drinking in her form. The way her back arched in a perfect curve, a striking contrast to her straight as a board legs. the cascade of her dark hair a barrier shielding her facial expressions from me. One step forward and I was pressing my jeans covered bulge against the crack of her ass. Just enough to make her wiggle with heady anticipation. I wrapped my arm in front of Finley and began unbuttoning her shirt in the most painfully slow manner, my cock pressing harder at her backside. "No limits, huh?" I barked it out, closing in on her ear as my fingers worked at the buttons. "That isn't something you should ever say to a dominant. A lot of crazy people in the world." With her shirt now hanging loose I moved to the side. One glancing blow of my hand to her ass. "No limits?" My palm cracked downward again, an shocked audible umph of air came blasting out of Finley. "So what you're saying is that I could do anything to you that I want. I could put a collar on you right now. Make you walk around this loft like a dog. Make you bark for me. Is that what you want Ms. Strong." I lowered my hand swift and merciless on those tight as a second skin jeans of hers. A yank back at her shoulder and in on motion Finley was off the wall and shirtless. "Scat Finley...piss. You just told me those things were fine by you. No limits." I pushed her flat palmed against the walls, both hands to her stomach. Rising them higher I cupped Finley's pert round tits, my dick back to grinding on her. Yes, this was all a change of plans from my status quo. No strip down in the entryway and get to the play room today. No limits meant Dez changing things up. Maybe that's what I needed, something different, something extraordinary. I took my thumb and forefinger over what I imagined to be the pinkest areolae, taking each budded nipples for a twist and pull, both now pointing like the tip of an arrow, as if I was commanding it to happen. Which I most definitely was. "Interesting Finley. You have given me the go ahead to lock you in a cage and bring you out when I want to. Hell, I never have to let you leave this place. No limits. I could decide to own you now. Would you prefer I call you pet or bitch or what?" I kept up the manual torment on her right breast as my other hand dropped to her jeans quickly unbuttoning and dropping the zipper. My hand slid inside and over her thong, a tap tap tap of finger like her snatch was a dewy drum head. "Kick off the hooker shoes and strip down." Finley hesitated, the kind of apprehension that said is this guy for real or what the fuck have I gotten myself into. Which ever it was I wasn't in the mood for a dawdling submissive. "Now! Or else I'm going to go grab a sharpie and write "Dez's pokey ass slut" on your forehead. I can do that. No limits. You said it yourself." I wasn't waiting on her to get moving, I tugged at the band of her pants, puling them down as I heard her shoes rattle off the wall. "Good girl. Daddy likes your newfound listening skills." There she was nude before me and I wished I could see the look on her face. I would soon enough, for now I lived with my imagination and the vision of her body heaving in a combination of heart racing, breath fighting for more air, nerves edged and unsure of what would happen next. "Hands back on the wall, get up on those toes. You're getting twenty to the ass. Instead of counting them out for me like a good little sub I want you reminding me...no limits...after each one. Boom, I dropped the first one, then the second like a thunder clap. Each one in succession with a response from Finley as her uplifted ass turned a pretty shade of crimson, the imprints of palm and fingers on full display. Finished, I fisted at her hair, a rough pull that spun Finley facing me. I leaned down eye to eye, my mouth close enough to almost capture her trembling lips. I let my voice drop deep, gravelly and domineering. "Lucky for you Ms. Strong I do not believe in the theory of no limits or else this could have gone terribly wrong. Do not ever...ever..say that to any man. That's your first lesson for today. Are we clear? And don't even think of calling me daddy." I let go of her long tresses and watched her head fall. "Eyes back up. You need a safe word also. It will be..." I had to think on that for a moment. That word I purposely wanted to be slightly off the wall. "...Toyota. I will be getting myself water, because this will be a long night. While I do that I want you marching to the play room...reciting your safe word loud enough that I can hear it. Get that sweet little ass in front of the St. Andrew's cross in there. Keep reciting your word..." I dropped my eyes over Finley. "...get one hand working over those perfect tits the other strumming that tense, ready clit I haven't had the pleasure of tormenting yet." I gave a crooked smile. "I'm assuming that pussy is wet and wanting right now. Probably throbbing in need of being filled. That'll happen soon enough." I turned towards the kitchen and made an abrupt spin back to Finley. "What are you waiting for. Get going. Now."

Finley Strong

She had set him off. Like a pile of fucking dynamite a mile high. As unintentional as it had been, something sick and sadistic inside Finley was mildly pleased that she had triggered him so quickly. Fin’s jaws clenched instantly when his hand wrapped around the back of her neck, one of her hands palmed the wall as instructed as she teetered on the tips of heels and arched the small of her back as deeply as she could. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She chanted, squeezing her eyes shut at the feeling of him pressed against her. His hand expertly unfastening each button of her blouse. Her mind was spiraling, reeling at the anticipation. Of not knowing what in the fuck he was going to do next with her poised like a damn show pony. . .and no limits. What in the actual fuck had she been thinking by saying that? In her naivety, she had meant it. And then the pit in her stomach resurfaced, nerves eating at her insides like a ravenous plague. The carefully devised wall she had constructed was being torn down, brick by agonizing brick, Dez Dickerson there with a sledgehammer beating the shit out of it like it owed him money. Finley sucked in a sharp breath between her teeth at the first smack; the second had pulled soft whimper from her lungs. Immediately, she pressed her lips together, swallowed hard, and fought every urge to shake her head disgustingly at herself. Damnit! Fucking damnit, Dez Dickerson, you’ve made your point! She was an absolute amateur for saying ‘no limits.’ Her eyes snapped open, his curt tug on her shoulder snapping her back to reality. The reality that this was his world—and she, quite obviously, had no fucking clue what she had gotten herself into. Then back to the wall, both hands this time. A chill ran up her spine the first time his skin met hers. Parting her lips, Finley slowly inhaled and held her breath. Yes, even the slightest of contact sparking a deep aching fire inside her. His fingers coaxing the peaks to perfect hardness. Her back bowed, pressing herself harder into his hand. Jesus, she thought, like a fucking flute. Before she even had time to digest one perfectly placed hand, the other was buried between her thighs. Shit, Finley cursed as her knees gave way slightly under the pressure of his finger. Get your shit together, Strong. Now! Her mental reorganization had caused a seconds delay. It was happening so fast. No sooner had one command been given, then he was barking the next order, all while his hands mind-fucked her body into submission. Now! He barked. With two indignant kicks, she heaved her eight hundred dollar pumps across the room to smack against the wall. So help me, Dez fucking Dickerson, I will shove that goddamned Sharpie. . .her thought trailed off with the rest of her clothing. Two rapid movements and there was nothing left to hide her flesh from his eyes. Hands back on the wall. Fin’s eyes searched the blank canvas as if it had some unspoken answer written in the cracks, her jaw still clenched tightly, lips pursed, mentally preparing herself for the impending twenty lashes. One. The sound of smacking flesh echoed off the walls like an audible aphrodisiac. “No limits.” She spat in a seething whisper. Each subsequent smack eliciting an even louder “No limits.” Each subsequent smack striking to her core. Part of her was wildly turned on by the way his hand felt on her ass, the lingering sting intoxicatingly erotic. Her fingernails dug into the wall, as the other part of Finley fought every urge to spin on her heels and introduce his cheek to her palm. With each swat Finley found herself letting go twenty times until finally, the last stinging slap was followed with an nearly inaudible “No limits.” Point made again, Dez, she mused, the tender skin on her backside now hot and undoubtedly a lovely shade of crimson. A gasp slipped past her lips as her body was twisted like a top around his fist in her hair. Her green eyes staring daggers into his the moment they were finally face to face. Her pulse raging at this point, but her expression stoic and unwavering, her upper lip curling slightly at the instruction to avoid calling him ‘daddy.’ When he barked for her to look up, Fin’s gaze remained steadfast on his face, studying him, half-heartedly listening to what he was telling her to do, rewinding what the fuck had just happened in her mind and playing it in slow motion. You’re trying to break me. To the extent that, to Dez Dickerson ‘no limits’ was an absolute abomination to the dom/sub world, she got it. Yesterday’s Fin would have promptly grabbed her shit and walked out that door butt-ass naked just to prove a point—you’re not going to break me like I’m some wild fucking horse. But today’s Fin knew better. Because, in the end, that’s exactly what he was going to do. That didn’t mean Finley Strong wasn’t going to put up a little bit of resistance. Okay, probably more resistance than he was interested in dealing with. Finley stood there, staring at him walking into the kitchen, wondering just how much Lorena had told him about her. She was quite confident that the next thing that came out of her mouth was going to get her another twenty licks or worse. Finley waited until he turned back around to face her. She strode through the main room and into the kitchen, standing close enough to him that their toes touch, her eyes capturing his. “I know you didn’t give me permission to speak. And perhaps this will be the last time I ever break that rule, but you can lay off the humiliation bit. I get it. You’re teaching me a lesson. I’ve never done. . .” She stopped herself from completing that sentence, confident that one, her ‘no limits’ response made it painfully obvious she hadn’t done this before, and two, he, in all likelihood, didn’t care. “Just. . .That’s my limit. I’m not here for you to humiliate me. I understand there are varying subjective definitions of humiliation, but I think you get the jest. Unless you get off on having me bark like a dog or scribbling rubbish on me like I’m some insignificant piece of trash. In which case, this is probably not going to work out.” With that, Finley spun on her heels and padded towards his play room. “And yes, my pussy is wet and wanting right now.” She called back over her shoulder to him. “Toyota!” Fin shouted as she rounded the corner, cupping one delicate breast in her hand, her index finger and thumb coaxing the peak to a hardness, a pulsating throb setting in warmly between her thighs as she envisioned his hand as the maestro. “Toyota!”

Dez Dickerson

My admiration for Finley Strong would be off the charts, if she could just keep her trap shut. This was one of those rare situations where I would, in fact, break from my beliefs and jam a ball gag into her pie hole. Well, not really, I hate that shit. I must be allowed to revel in her gasps, moans and groans. Every last one of them I deserved. Yes, I will admit, she was under my skin to even make a gag a passing thought. "Toyota." I could hear it clear as a church bell chiming in a belligerent tone from her voice as I filled my jug to the brim and headed towards Finley. For the second time tonight I had a change of heart on the direction of our encounter. This time it was the crux which had fallen like a brick out of a wall from my plans. No, I had something a little better in mind for Ms. Strong. I wanted full access to her skin. Every minute curve and line that defined that magnificent, majestic body. Of course, once again I would also make each inch pay for her obstinate ways. Fall out of line and get in my face? That would come at some cost. Pain to pleasure. Earn it Finley. Entering the room I listened as she kept up her mantra, which now seemed less a safe word and more a commercial for mid-sized Japanese cars now made in America. Yes Finley, I will pound you like a Tundra being driven through a mud bog. I will make your engine red line and your tires smoke. "Enough." One simple word as I headed for the closet, grabbing a twisted bundle of rope before strolling to Finley. "Arms out, palms pressed in prayer." One hand encircled her tiny wrists, the other began the arduous task of winding the cord to perfection down her slender forearms. Her skin was vibrant and milky and my head wandered to afterward when I released Finley from her binds. The flow of blood would return full force through her veins, each ply of the rope now defined as valleys and peaks in her skin. I was feeling in a peculiar, driven to chat mood today which may be attributed to my seething anger from Finley having the audacity to confront me. Compensation. "Point taken regarding humiliation, however that is far removed from the realm of anything that would ever happen in the confines of my home. Those were...for instances." The twine was set and I ran a loop inside being certain I wanted to keep Finley well restrained. "I have a tendency to provide my point of view in an over the top style. I have always felt the strongest statement, no matter how it is taken, best proves my point. Suffice it to say, should you run across a less than accommodating dominant..." I broke my eyes from my craft and captured hers "...a shady and selfish fucker. I don't want you allowing yourself to be used. That isn't what this is about. Ever." One last cinch and Finley Strong was under my control. I looked up at the ceiling and pulled her out and away from the cross. A new device had been installed and now was as good a time as any for some usage. I had replaced the old strappado which connected to a reel on the wall with an electric hoist. Yes, I was moving into the twenty first century, forsaking manual labor for ease of use. Besides, this way I could grab the controller and have my choice of how high I wanted this lil' ol' smartass. I grabbed the controls, lowering the hook and silently raising Finley's arms straight above her. Attaching the hook to her bind, I hit the button and watched Finley rise until her toes were en pointe, the tips barely able to keep her steady, but low enough that there wasn't undue stress on her limbs. Just enough to make Finley think. To think what next and to remember who was running the show. "This is the part where that safe word comes in handy. Don't try to be too willing. Too up for anything. If you at all get uncomfortable, I want to hear it. I'm not here to ruin you. At least not in that way. I'll save that for the fucking." I lurched off towards the closet, digging through the baskets and grabbing a flogger. The right flogger. I needed to remember that she wasn't experienced, only here to give this piece of the lifestyle a try. I gave the instrument a spin in my wrist as I approached Finley, a sudden swing forward and I brushed over her taut belly, which sucked in hard at the touch accenting her curvaceous hips and protruding tits. "I want three deep breaths and heavy exhales from you Finley." I kept the flogger spinning, the black tendrils a waterfall against her ivory skin, which was now flaired with rouge brush strokes and developing a noticeable sheen. I'd have her sweating it out good momentarily, of that I was sure. "Your mind must be clear of all other thoughts. Focus. Let your gasps of pleasure ignite you into a pyre." Eloquent motherfucker. As the third breath rushed from Finley I started in, doing the counting myself one to one hundred, watching her struggle, then relax. The thought of her pussy getting worked into a fervor, dying for a frenzied explosion of exquisite sensation. "One hundred." I tossed the flogger to the floor and stalked the couple steps to Finley. My hands wandering and massaging, tempting her to writhe with delight. I dropped low, my tongue tracing the bubble of her ass, which now was heated, thoroughly covered in my marks. My hand forced between her thighs, cupping her pussy in my palm like I was holding her aloft. My middle finger dipped, stroking between her folds before diving deep, buried to the hilt. I flicked down hard on the spot I knew would bring a flowing gush of wetness from Finley and I gave my instructions. "I know what this is going to do to you. I know you will melt like a cube of if ice to my touch. I want to hear it. Tell me every detail of what you feel. But most of all. Do. Not. Let. Yourself. Come. That crashing orgasm is the one thing I own in all this. Don't disappoint me Finley."

Finley Strong

Those few seconds she waited for him in the playroom seemed like an eternity. The chanting of her safe word didn't help either. It reverberated off the walls as if it were a mocking reminder of his impending arrival. Finley wasn't sure just how much trouble she had gotten herself into by insubordinately invading his personal space. Perhaps that was the most nerve wracking part--the unknown. Strike that, it was the combination of the unknown and lack of control to dictate the next step. The sound of his footsteps behind her made her skin prickle with goose flesh. And as insubordinate as she had been with him two minutes earlier, her body was similarly disobeying her with each passing second. Finley's back arced responsively to his presence, her safe word becoming nothing more than soft sigh. "Enough." He barked from behind. Immediately, Finley shut up and ran her tongue across her lips nervously before pressing them together as she steepled her fingers and pressed her palms together in front of her. Her eyes followed his hands meticulously working the rope around her wrists and forearms, the sensation of restricting the blood flow to her hands causing her fingertips to tingle. Finley listened intently as he spoke, her green orbs tracing the barely visible curves of his lips until finally he paused in his monologue and met her stare for a second. Those eyes. . .they in themselves could wrestle a strong woman into submission. Her stomach sank, and the whole fucking room was silent except for the hypnotic sound of his voice and the rhythmic twisting of rope to flesh. Her body lurched forward slightly as he tugged on the last cinch--her mind absolutely clear. And that was it. No more Finley, or at least no more yesterday's Finley. She tipped her head up, her dark locks spilling over her shoulders and down her back, tensing her body as her arms were pulled taut above her head, the tips of her toes barely grazing the floor. Goodbye to the attitude formerly known as Fin. With a sighing moan, Finley adjusted her wrists to a comfortable position and looked down to find that Dez was no longer in front of her. She squeezed her eyes closed, tying to pinpoint his location in the room only to be awakened by the wisp of leather to her torso. One deep breath in, slow exhale, as instructed. The leather against her skin eliciting a plethora of responses from her as her muscles tensed with anticipation for the licks to get progressively harder. Oh yes, Dez would have his pound of flesh. Another deep inhale, the exhale so painstakingly slow that the sound of her breath echoed in her ears. Clear your mind, Fin, he said clear your mind, she repeated in her head, nodding to him slightly as an acquiescence to his command. Final inhale, exhale. Smack! Fin's body tensed, every muscle tightening. Smack! Her hands balled into tiny fists. Smack! Fin's toes curled as she exhaled slowly, a soft moan riding on her breath. By the forty-second smack, Fin had stopped counting. She had closed her eyes, hands still in white knuckled fists, but her body gave way, relaxing, absorbing the sting of the tassels, her mind wandering to the memory of Dez's hands. Rough, calloused, aggressive, but most of all, fantastically possessive. Smack! Finley cried out his name. It had been totally inadvertent, but it was the first word that came to mind. Jesus, those hands, Fin introverted once again, picturing his fingertips slipping past the cusp and dipping deep inside her. Smack! A low whimpering sigh escaped her lips. "One hundred." Fin's eyes fluttered open. What? No. A hundred? The warm feeling of Dez's tongue along her ass caused her to gasp and tense again, the stinging burn deliciously countered by a soothing wetness. And then his hand, Fin's lips parted but not so much as a peep came out as she tried to decipher if it was real or just her imagination playing her again. As she felt a finger slip into the wetness of her desire, curving perfectly, Finley moaned and let her head hang, her dark tendrils cascading down her torso. The anticipation of which nearly being enough to send her over the edge right then and there. No, this was most definitely real. She pulled her head up when he spoke again, trying to wrap her mind around his instructions while she her fought her body tooth and nail not to climax. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Finley tried to find his eyes, as if to ask for permission to answer his request to tell him what she felt. Melting like an ice cube was a fucking understatement. "M-may I speak?" Her lips finding it hard to form the words; stopping your body from coming when it was so close to fruition was like stopping a freight train with one hand. "I feel overwhelmed?" What the fuck, she hadn't meant for that to come out as a question. "L-like my entire body is going to explode. I um," Her mind raced, all of her thoughts now just jumbled nonsense swimming around in a murky abyss. "I um, God, I want to come, but I don't want to disappoint you. . ." She stopped herself from saying anything else for it would have been nothing more than rambling gibberish. So much for great detail, Dez, her green eyes looking down at her feet that were now perfectly arched.

Dez Dickerson

Overwhelmed? Darlin' we're just getting this dog and pony show started. I'm going to overwhelm you tenfold before this night is over. Get that hot little body quaking, those knees shaking to the point that you have nothing left in the gas tank. You'll be begging me to keep you stable, mind and body, and at the same time you'll be begging for more pleasure. Overwhelmed? I want you addicted to the process. To know the perfection of your own personal freedom. "Then don't disappoint me." I could feel her walls clench with involuntary rhythmic contractions, like she was about to let loose with a torrential pinnacle that would culminate in a whimpering climax. Her ass pressed back against my hand yearning for more. My thumb sliding over her wetness until it was rubbing over Finley's back door. A press against her opening and I was in, circling against the tight ring in her back side. My free hand went to grip her hair, ripping back to expose her neck. Head lowered, a lick of the the exposed skin, a nip, another lick back down. I caught the tight skin between my teeth and tented it, eliciting a yelp from Finley. All the while with hands raising the stakes, alternating motions, speed, pressures to both entrances. I caught a glimpse of her emerald eyes rolled back, mouth agape in a show lust filled enjoyment. Another look at those captivating eyes and I had my next move. My digits dropped from Finley and her body slumped as much as it could given the way she hung like a rag doll. I stalked to the closet and rummaged through my wares. I was back in a flash and Finley was none the wiser as to what came next. A dollop of lube to my finger and I was slipping back inside the warm sanctity of her ass. A second finger and I was getting her loosened, prepared. She wasn't fighting me now, rather ceding herself over to me. Groans being her only responses. It was as if Finley knew I would provide what she needed and it was no longer in her best interest to fight in an unneeded show of pride. My other hand grasped at her ass checks spreading her wider to my advances. Then I gave myself a smirk. "I really love the color of your eyes Finley. I think you need an accessory to match them." My long fingers slid fast from her ass and POP, I slipped an emerald jeweled ass plug seated deep and snug inside. Finley's body shot forward in an arc of semi-resistance to the intrusion, her voice piercing the room with a surprised moan. I latched onto her hips steadying her as she settled back in. "Green's one of my favorite colors." I did a bend down admiring the anal accoutrement. "You had a damn fine ass before. Now it's...it's simply fuckable Ms. Strong. Well, fillable...for now...would be the better word." I gave a little laugh as I raised my shirt up and over my head, flinging off to the side, pouncing on Finley, spinning her towards me. The granite slab of my chest pressed against her pillowy breasts. My fingers splayed through her locks palming the back of her head. A lean lower and I captured her mouth. A dart of the tongue past her puffed lips and I met hers. Hesitant at first, I felt Finley sigh against me. Her tongue giving a devilish swirl over mine as if she had succumbed to the last temptation. This is what I had strove for, Finley to make her own move. Show me how fucking bad you want it girl. Her mouth was doing just that. Mere words could not describe the fire that was burning, the ache that was throbbing inside Finley Strong. I dropped a palm cupping her ass, fingers pressed and twisting at the toy stuck full inside her. Enough teasing to work her up to the next level. The pain of my own molten member engorged and leaking was all I could take. I broke from Finley and moved across the room. Full view for her as I took my hand to my belt buckle. Snapping it open, unbuttoning my jeans and dropping them down the sinewy length of my legs. My dick sprang to attention catching Finley's eye. For my part I could only smile at her response. I took my sweet time walking back, my cock leading the way until I had the hoist control in my hand, lowering Finley flat footed. Unhooked, I grabbed her bound wrists and led her towards the tan bricks of the wall. At first I had her facing the bricks, her waist under my control. My feet kicked between her separating Finley wide. My palm went between her legs, five hard greedy slaps to her waiting entrance. I reached for her rope cover arm, spinning her facing me in a wicked pirouette. Smack, smack, smack. My hand bore down hard between her legs. Finley seemed lost to it all now, breathing jagged and body unsteady. A hot little fiery mess. In a swift motion my fingers were corseting her waist. A lift and her lithe form and tulip stem legs wrapped around me. I banged Finley off the wall and her tied arms dropped around my head, resting on my shoulders. I pressed her back against the bricks my mouth on hers, adjusting the bulbous head of my iron hard tumescence so that it was rubbing against the slick wetness of her excitement. Sliding up I hit her rigid, responsive clit, flicking my head back and forth across it, feeling her shimmy in response. "This is the part where I fuck you silly. Remember the rule Finley. No coming until I say so. It's going to be mind shattering when I allow it." That was it. One thrust and I was between the stretching walls of her body, bottoming out at the place where she most ached for engulfment. Her private satin flesh a receptive, desperate dark haven of all Finley Strong's urges.

Finley Strong

There were a million different things crashing together in the most elaborate way imaginable. For Finley, she had always been the “dom.” Perhaps not to this extent, but she was was used to running the show. If she wanted it, she took it. She fucked and was fucked when and how she said so. But now, Jesus fucking Christ. Her body was being pulled in so many directions that she hardly had time to comprehend what happened thirty minutes ago. Stop. Stop right now, Fin. Stop thinking and react. Let. Go. His goddamned hands worked her over, her hips bucked against his fingers, her breath hitching in her throat as he circled a pressure point from behind. Finley's hands gripped the rope and pulled herself up slightly, parting her thighs for him, one knee cocked to the side. The hard hand in her hair and teeth to her neck were it, she wanted to jump out of her fucking skin. Spurs to a rodeo bull, was more like it. Finley gasped a hissing breath, turning her face to Dez in an attempt to capture his mouth, but he and his magic fucking fingers were gone. With a heavy sigh, Fin’s body went limp for a second. In the second following, her body lurched forward; the penetration from behind catching her off guard. Her muscles went taut, and then relaxed, her mind trying to wrap itself around everything. With choppy breaths, Finley spiraled and writhed, concupiscent as she drank in every erotic sensation coursing through her with a raging fervor. He had done it, with seemingly effortlessness, Dez had unraveled Finley Strong from the inside out. When their lips melded together, Finley sighed heavily against his mouth, her tongue meeting his and twisted around it, tasting him fully for the first time. She leaned into the kiss, and pressed her mouth onto his hard, almost aggressively, trying to take as much of him in these brief seconds of contact that she could. His hands reached around to her ass and oh-my-god--the weight of her body proving to be a momentary hindrance as her knees gave way. Still fixated on his mouth and the way his tongue traced every contour of hers, Fin captured his bottom lip and raked it between her teeth as he pulled away. Licking the rest of him off her lips, Finley released an exaggerated exhale through her nose. Let me down, Dez, so I can rip you apart. She was ready. Dripping wet, ready, and insatiably hungry. He had teased her to the point of delirium; revving her up such that nothing existed outside the world of fucking Dez Dickerson's brains out. She had been docile for a round or two. Even asked for permission to speak. He quite literally spanked it out of her, Fin couldn't deny him that, but she could feel the finale nearing, the anticipation was unbearable, and she was going to eat him alive or die trying. He lowered her down and walked them over to the wall. With her palms flush to the bricks, Finley bent over, ass in the air, for him. Wasn't it all for him? Her skin trembling under his hands as she counted the seconds that mockingly lingered on. Each calculated move by him devised to elicit a very particular response for her. . .and it did. Every. Single. Time. Finley rested her forehead on her hands, moaning uncontrollably at the deliciously electric feeling of the smack of his hand between her thighs. A vibrating cadence rocked her shoulders forward, Fin tapping her head against her hands a few times, ardently contracting her velvety walls and biting her bottom lip, trying with unimaginable strength to keep quiet and not come. Fuck, she was so close. . .dangerously so. Don't come. Don't come. Don't you dare fucking come, Finley Strong. Spinning her like a top, Dez's hands lifted her up, Finley giving little to no resistance as her back slammed against the wall, her arms falling to drape around his neck like a noose while she vised his body with her legs around his waist. Jesus Christ, yes, Finley thought, a desperate sob exuding off a sharp breath, the feeling of his hardness slipping between her dewy lips, pressing farther up with exacting precision to message her throbbing clitoris caused her body to tremor uncontrollably with desire. Yes! At the sound of the word 'fuck' rolling off his lips, Finley's bound wrists tugged at the back of his neck as she looked up at him from behind her thick lashes with bedroom eyes. God damnit, I get it, just fuck me already! And before she could even finish the thought, with one artfully executed thrust he was buried deep inside her. "Oh my fucking God. . ." Finley whispered, her head hanging for a moment before she whipped it back up and, with a forceful yank, possessively took his lips with hers again. Raw, sweaty flesh to flesh. Rolling her hips into his, Finley held his mouth to hers with her wrists behind his neck. Her thighs tightened around him as his hands slid down the small of her back with hard fingers finally digging into the taut muscles of her ass. She arched and bowed her back, grinding her hips against his like a python slipping through turbulent waters. "Dez. . ." She moaned, his name like a fucking incantation. Curving her hips up as she leaned back, Finley pressed off his pulsing cock, almost sliding off him completely, then bucked against him, slowly lowering herself down until he was completely entombed in her milky wetness. Finley's breath hiccuped in her throat, each becoming more shallow than the last. She leaned the back of her head against the bricks and rode each of his deliberate thrusts with matching enthusiasm, small whimpering sighs transforming into cries of ecstasy. The shortness of his breath only spurring her on as she rode the prelude of her climax almost as hungrily as she rode him. I want to see it, damn you, Fin cursed him. I want to see it in your eyes, that wanting. . .that telling elation as the pupils of your eyes dilate. Give it to me, Dez. Give it to me.

Dez Dickerson

Much consideration must be given to Finley Strong, even now as she rides me like a rodeo bull. I’m blasting another fast and frantic frenzy as her hips hinge loosely in response, her quim devouring my tool like a salacious sheath. We’d avoided the chit chat upon her appearance at the loft, but I had learned enough about her from Lorena. Finley’s eyes became hypnotic as I caught a glimpse while rocking her with a measured, insistent rhythm showing the disregard one only holds for a those that can handle themselves in such a situation. She was more than capable, I knew that coming in. Lorena had intimated her profession, that Finley was a madam. For many that would be a judgmental moment. A madam? A whore? Not me, no interest in that. Actually, maybe a great deal of interest because it meant one thing. Whether or not she had prior experience with a dominant she knew how to handle herself accordingly. First on her agenda in any skin on skin scenario? Wild, uninhibited recklessness with the sole purpose of providing pleasure. As a madam how many women had been under her tutelage? Countless I’m sure learned this arch in groaning protest she provided. Others I’m sure had caught on to the way that protest abandoned to longing. With a grind Finley crushed down against me and those viridescent pupils brimmed with ecstasy, prodding me to give a slice of the power over to her. That’s her job, she knew no other way. With a rutting grunt I slammed upward lifting Finley in my final culmination. We moved in total harmony, her pressing down to meet each thrust as if it were the last. Undulating and rippling against me our mouths met fierce and relentless, her's as sweet as sugar. This is the sliver of time when you have to decide if holding out is better than relenting to pulsating waves of pleasure. With her breathing forced from her lungs deep shuddering and desperate I mounted my last stand resigned to defeat like Custer at Little Bighorn. Was it defeat? To admit that it wasn’t necessary to make her beg for that orgasm she was teetering on the brink of. Just the sound of my name gasped and falling from her tongue was serendipity. The most pleasant of surprises. Our open mouthed clash of tongues fell away impeded by the need to suck in every last lungful of air as spasms of delight began to rocket through us. It began. “Come with me.” Not my usual insistent demand for her orgasm. I felt Finley lose control, that first cry of deliverance as she convulsed in a chain of spasms, milking from me the pulsing life that flooded her like hot molten lava. My weight leaned driving her one last time against the wall, breathless and dizzy as we rocket through the universe. As fast as we started, we ended. Finley clung to me her heart pounding a beat against me that slowed to a murmur as consciousness was regained. My fingers still dug in at her ass raised her, my relieved cock firmly held in her care. I stepped away from the wall carrying Finley off to my bathroom. It always goes the same. The one thing that will never change. She had allowed me to bring her to a new plateau and now was the time to show some gratitude. I rested her thoroughly worn out ass on the cool of the granite counter. Dipping down and out her arms were now in front of me as I silently released her from the ties. One hand leading the other in a smoothing massage over each curve of rope indented skin I asked if she was ok. Satisfied, I took her hand, sliding her off the counter and spinning Finley facing the mirror. Once again my hands touched at her back assessing each mark, trying to provide a different relief than we had encounter minutes earlier. Fingers once again at her ass I jerked the plug from Finley stealing a startled gasp. I reached inside the shower running the multiple jets, letting the heat rise as I turned back to her. A lift of her chin, a brushing kiss, another question of her state. I wasn’t sending her home fucked up and unsure of what had just transpired. I could only imagine the call from Lorena. The crazy spanglish cursing me for not doing my due diligence, assailing my manhood and honor. Whisking Finley into the stall I set her in the midst of the rushing, pulsating and misting water, the soap in my hand built a lather that washed over her weary, but perfect body. “When we’re done in here it’s your choice on whether you leave or not. I’m not rushing you off.” I smiled for emphasis. “I usually build up a hell of a hunger so I’ll be making something to eat. Feel free to stick around. If you like.”

Finley Strong

When Lorena had described what was supposed to transpire with Dez Dickerson, Finley had to admit, she had sort of unintentionally brushed it off as a sport fuck. Oh, Lorena went into great detail about his um, proficiencies. The tragic part was Finley switching on her selective hearing as Lo fawned over the greatness that is Dez. Yea, yea, tie her up, spank her tight little ass, and a roll around in the hay for some mid-day cardio. Nervous, yes. Questionable ability to meet his submissive expectations, absolutely. However, her incorrigible cockiness had, quite honestly, diluted her. How sadly mistaken she had been. So utterly naïve that it was almost laughable—in more ways than one. Because as their bodies moved together synchronically, feeding off each other like ravenous, visceral animals, grinding into one another with this tenacious tempo, one thing was unquestionably obvious. . .he had owned her unlike any one else had before. Plain and simple. Owned. “Come with me.” Her eyes heavy and glassy with desire peered up at him as if she had misheard. Three simple syllables was all it took, and, as if Dez had flipped a switch, Finley came crashing violently to a climax, crying out his name once more while aftershocks surged through her body in explosive waves. She leaned into his chest, her elbows bent over his shoulders pulling him hard against her as her fingernails dug into the sinew of his back, and drove her hips into his until she felt the warm rush of his release. Panting like a thoroughbred crossing the finish line at the Preakness, Finley rested her forehead on his collarbone planting wet lipped kisses into his hot, salty skin, the haze of an earth-shattering orgasm steadily set into her tingling fingertips. Finley descended into him as he walked them to the bathroom, her head bobbing slightly with each one of his steps as she relished the warmth of his body against hers. The cold granite revived her somewhat, heavy eyelids pressed together while he unwrapped her with almost delicate hands. The lulling hum of rushing water in the background creating this sort of serenity that she hadn’t expected. Gently, she was placed on her feet and turned to face the mirror. Even now, the slightest contact of his fingertips to her back prodding at her, apparently, insatiable appetite. Finley watched him, studying him, scribbling little notes about his mannerisms into her subconscious. What a fucking anomaly he was. A walking, talking, breathing Rubix Cube. A slight tug, and Finley was fully cognizant by the time the hot water rippled down her body. Silently, Finley let his soap lathered hands attempt to wash away some of the reminiscence of the this indescribable day. Smiling at his offer, Finley just simple shook her head in the negative and let her fingertips wander over his slippery skin, following every curve and edge of his arm beneath a cascading waterfall, basking in the afterglow of amazing sex and in how pleasantly surprised she was with him. In between musing over his remarkably perfect physique and the soapy playground for his hands, something in Finley snapped. Her fingers dropped from his arm, she stood curtly on her tip-toes and placed a soft kiss on his lips before stepping out of the shower, suds still dripping down her legs. “I hope this isn’t the last time I see you, Mr. Dickerson.” She said as she ran a towel quickly over her body, making it appoint for her eyes to meet his before her next sentence. “I had an amazing time.” Mind-blowing, mountain-moving, earthquake colliding with a tornado kind of amazing time, she was begging herself to say, but couldn’t pull herself to form the words. “Amazing.” She repeated, hoping that would provide him some sort of reassurance when her body language was screaming otherwise. What the fuck are you doing, Finley? Stop. But she couldn’t. With a nimble step out of the bathroom, she blew him a kiss, and trotted to the living room to gather her clothes. A few more seconds, and half-dressed Finley was almost out the door. Stop! This time listening to herself, and dashed to the kitchen, scouring the area for a pen and paper, finding only a crumpled up receipt on the counter. Taking her lipstick out of her handbag, she scribbled her name and number on the back of the receipt. How fucking cliché, Finley. Jesus Christ, could you be any more Cracker Jack? Why don’t you just hang your panties on his doorknob on your way out? As asinine as she felt, Finley couldn’t bare skipping out without leaving her number. At least some indication that she wanted what happened today to happen again. Perhaps it was the fact that he had shown her something life-altering today that freaked her out. He had so expertly pulled from her every possible emotion a person could ever feel in one afternoon. Without even knowing she was doing it, she had revealed parts of herself that she had sworn she locked away in some dank swampy corner of her subconscious. She told him she wanted to let go, and he had given her that. . .and so much more, most likely without even knowing that he had done so. Her body was still reeling from it and probably would be for the rest of the week. Dez fucking Dickerson, with his mysterious playroom and awe-inspiring cock. A smile crept over her lips as her red soles clicked against the concrete. It would be interesting to see just how long it would be before Fin was itching for his fix again. Soon. . .very soon.

Dez Dickerson

I am a creature of habit. As with anything in my life I perform the role of dominant within a framework, rarely straying outside the box. She appears, I do my assessment of her, I provide what she came for, I take care of her after, I give the choice to leave on her terms. So mechanical in nature. Her and she is how it had always been, having placed that priority for as long as I could remember. A priority that was the definition of who I am, what I’d been taught and truthfully was all that I knew. Why deviate from a course that had thus far proven successful? Finley had opened my eyes. The way she picked up her things leaving silently into the night. The quiet retreat may have been her own version of creature of habit. I could only assume that being a madam she lived by the rule never get too close, this isn’t what we are about. Pleasure and pain was the name of the game, not some forced romantic illusion. Did it come as a shock upon entering my kitchen to find her name and number scribbled on the back of a receipt? Not at all. Finley Strong didn’t seem the type to go on a one time exploratory excursion to Dezville. Would I call Ms. Strong again? I had an impetus to place myself into a new frontier, no longer setting the expectation for when and how a submissive would return. A direct beeline towards a new style, which I hoped would begin to redefine me, broadening my horizons and leaving the potential to open my eyes to what could be. Isn’t that what a journey of personal growth entails? As for Finley? Yes, I would call her again. There wasn’t a need to question that.

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Ring of Honor “Glory By Honor: Philadelphia” TV Taping Report October 14th in Philadelphia, PA

I attended my first ROH event in ten months, their second-to-last TV taping before Final Battle in December. It was not a sold out show, as I noticed a lot of empty seats beyond Row 4 or 5. Fortunately, the crowd was still lively and should come off well on TV in the segments when they’re not cursing. Also, as you could see, I was very happy to finally both meet Jeff Cobb and see him wrestle in person. Heck, the last time I attended ROH, I got to hold the previous iteration of the ROH World TV Title with the champion at the time...

Future of Honor Match: Cheeseburger, Eli Isom, and Ryan Nova beat “#1″ Brian Johnson, Ken Dixon, and Joey Keys following a tandem elevated double stomp move on Dixon. Cheeseburger, Isom, and Nova formed an alliance on TV recently, and are now calling their unit “3-S.” I know Keys better under the moniker Jasper Tippins, from the Chikara tag team Dez Peloton. I thought this was okay, with enough good hands involved.

- Introductions for the announce team: Ian Riccaboni (with music out of a game show that never existed) and Caprice Coleman, as well as Mandy Leon, brought in to call the first match. As seen on TV, the announce position in most arenas, including the 2300 Arena now, is way off to the side of the entrance, with the announce team facing away from the action as they look at monitors to call the action.

1. Sumie Sakai, Jenny Rose, and Madison Rayne beat Kelly Klein, Karen Q, and Dr. Britt Baker when Rose rolled up Klein. Rose and Klein had the most beef going into this match. Sakai got worked over a lot. Baker didn’t seem to jive so well with the more heelish Klein and Q, and her refusal to accept Klein’s tag while she had Rose tied up pretty much led to the finish. This was okay.

2. Cody (w/ Brandi Rhodes) beat Kenny King presumably by disqualification. I noticed Jay Lethal come in to do commentary for this match, announced as a television main event. I thought they had a pretty good match, and the crowd was definitely into it. King played off the crowd a lot. He got involved with Brandi at ringside, including pretending to get smacked by her when ref Paul Turner was focused on Cody. Towards the end, King threw his elbow pad at Brandi, making her get into the ring and held back by Turner. With the ref distracted, King retrieved Cody’s IWGP US Title (one of three titles Cody had with him), tossed it into Cody’s hands, and fell to the ground as if Cody hit him with it. Before Turner could be played into his Eddie Guerrero trick, Todd Sinclair ran down to tell him what actually happened. King shoved Sinclair, causing Turner to call the bell, so King may have been disqualified for shoving a ref, but not the actual ref for the match. King kicked Cody in the groin right after this anyway. Brandi tended to Cody and King got a hold of her, causing Lethal to run out to the ring to stop anything from happening. Lethal told King that he’s better than this, then unwisely turned his back to King, who clocked him with the US Title. After King left, Lethal and Cody both got up, holding each other’s titles, but they exchanged them back to each other and shook hands.

3. Jeff Cobb beat Shane Taylor with the Tour of the Islands. This match exceeded my expectations. I'm a big fan of Cobb, and he was able to get Taylor off his feet a few times in very impressive fashion, but Taylor was able to hold his own and make this a competitive match. Taylor was able to hit some knees to Cobb, and followed it up with a flipping piledriver of all things and a lariat for a believable nearfall. Taylor’s attempt at the 216 was turned into a deadlift German suplex by Cobb, followed by a lariat from Cobb and the finish. I think this match is definitely worth checking out when it airs.

Afterward, Adam Page walked out and had a staredown with Cobb, perhaps telegraphing that these two will meet at Final Battle. About a half dozen ring crew guys ran out to stop anything from happening between the two, but Cobb and Page just beat up all of them. One of the smaller crew members remained, looking like a deer in headlights in front of Cobb and Page as he was nearly out of the ring. Page gave Cobb the honors to take care of this poor guy and left the ring, so Cobb superkicked the crew guy and gave him a more impactful Tour of the Islands to end this segment.

4. The Bouncers (Beer City Bruiser & Brian Milonas) beat Cheeseburger & Eli Isom (w/ Ryan Nova) after Isom was given a superplex by Milonas and a frog splash by Bruiser. The Bouncers entered the ring from presumably the concession area through the crowd. Cheeseburger and Isom had some nice hope spots, but they were to no avail. Afterward, the Bouncers gave some beers to their opponents for a toast, but Isom said he doesn’t drink and passed his beer to Nova. I guess the Bouncers are turning face? They’re separate enough from Silas Young now.

- SoCal Uncensored came out to the ring. Following crowd work from Scorpio Sky and Frankie Kazarian (who called the 2300 Arena sacred ground in the wrestling business), Christopher Daniels got serious. He spoke of Joe Koff’s promise to him and Kazarian at the beginning of this year that they’d be gone from ROH following Final Battle 2018. Daniels said he and Kazarian had since realized that Koff was right and they were wrong, so they wanted to give Koff a reason to keep them on board, which brought them to their attempt to end the Briscoes’ “reign of terror.” He talked about how they failed to do so at Death Before Dishonor, with Mark busting Kazarian open and Jay trying to break Daniels’ neck. Daniels then said that “next week,” they’ll have a 3-way with the Briscoes and the Young Bucks. He said it’s two of the best tag teams in the world standing in between them and the ROH World Tag Team Titles, but Daniels promised that they would win the titles and remain in ROH in 2019. As SCU were heading backstage after this, the Briscoes emerged from the crowd and attacked them from behind with a chair. This fracas ended with Daniels taking a Jay Driller on the entrance stage.

5. Jay Lethal, Jonathan Gresham, and Dalton Castle (w/ The Boys) beat The Kingdom (Matt Taven, Vinny Marseglia, and TK O’Ryan) after Castle hit Marseglia with the Bangarang. Announced as a main event, this was Castle’s big return as a mystery partner for Lethal and Gresham. Castle seemed to move well, though he was wearing a small back brace (partially hidden by his trunks) and a wrap around his left thigh. Taven had his “real world championship” from Death Before Dishonor with him, and stared down Lethal holding the actual championship before the match. I thought this was quite fun overall, with everyone looking good. Marseglia pulled ref Sinclair under the ring like he was Pennywise, so that Taven could hit Lethal with a chair. Towards the end, Gresham attempted to hit a shooting star press on Marseglia, but Marseglia got the knees up. O’Ryan was hit with a Lethal Injection. Taven at ringside tried to and Marseglia the chair, but Dalton caught Marseglia for the finish while he still had the chair in hand. Good ending. Afterward, there was a little bit of tension with Lethal and Castle both holding the ROH World Title, but it subsided and they shook hands.

- Intermission. Cody came out for a meet & greet with Burnard the Business Bear, who did not appear during the actual show. I spotted Facade by the backstage area, but he did not take part in the action.

6. Brandi Rhodes beat Ashley Vox with a spear. I see Vox as Oceanea on a Saturday, then I see her as herself on a Sunday. The crowd was way behind Brandi, and Vox worked a little heelish during this, fish hooking her mouth at times. Okay action.

- Next Bobby Cruise announced a Pick Your Poison Match, scheduled for one fall to a finish. Bully Ray interrupted him and explained the rules himself. He and Flip Gordon were picking wrestlers to represent them. If Bully’s guy won, he’d get to do whatever he wanted to Flip afterward. Likewise, if Gordon’s guy won, he’d get to do anything he wanted to Bully. Bully then introduced his representative, Silas Young. Flip Gordon made his entrance, and I noticed that both he and Bully were holding large envelopes containing their desired punishments for each other. As Gordon walked down to the ring, Colt Cabana popped up from the commentary position presumably and joined him inside the ring. Bully was incredulous that Gordon would pick Cabana to represent him. Cabana took the mic and said he was only out here for two reasons, to support Gordon, and to see the look on Bully’s face when he sees who Gordon actually selected. Gordon’s pick wasn’t Cabana, but The Sandman, who I believe was making his ROH debut. He did a full Sandman entrance from the crowd, as the actual Metallica song played, pouring beer into fans’ mouths and even spitting some beer into Bully’s face.

7. Silas Young (w/ Bully Ray) beat The Sandman (w/ Flip Gordon & Colt Cabana) in a Hardcore Match with Misery. “One fall to a finish” being announced at the beginning of this seemed key, as Sandman (wearing one of Gordon’s shirts) hit Young with his cane right off the bat for an early nearfall. Following more cane shots, Sandman introduced a ladder that he suplexed onto Young at ringside. Yeah, there were “You Still Got It” chants. The ladder was then set up in the corner, and Young threw Sandman into it. Young then brought out a table and set it up in another corner, but Sandman got to him first, placed a ladder on top of his prone body, and came crashing down onto Young and the ladder with a swanton off the top. The finish followed shortly afterward, and the table wasn’t even touched. A wild crowd-pleasing match before the finish brought them down, and Gordon looked dejected at ringside.

- Bobby Cruise was about to reveal what Bully Ray’s punishment for Gordon was, but Bully took the envelope and tore it up, saying it was too easy for Gordon. Bully came up with a new punishment for Gordon: ten strikes with a Singapore cane, and he insisted on using Sandman’s cane. Sandman attempted to take the strikes for Gordon, but Gordon wouldn’t let him do it, and Bully talked down to Sandman, as well as to Cabana. Gordon removed his shirt per Bully’s orders, and the strikes to Gordon’s back began. This was very reminiscent of Sandman and Tommy Dreamer in the early 90s, and the strikes were leaving marks on Gordon’s back. Silas remained at ringside for this, as did Cabana and Sandman. Gresham and Cheeseburger joined them at ringside three strikes in to lend support to Gordon. Bully said he would stop if Gordon said, “I Quit,” and Gordon refused. SCU then came out to ringside, followed by Cody, Brandi, and the Young Bucks. Cody even got in ring before thinking otherwise. Nine strikes in, Bully again asked Gordon if he quit, I’m guessing nine strikes in, and Gordon let out an emphatic “FUCK YOU” on the mic to a big reaction. He then turned his back to Bully for I assume the final strike, but Bully gave him a low blow and bailed to the floor as the faces quickly entered the ring. Kazarian got a hold of the ladder and briefly squared off with Bully before Bully and Silas left. Everyone tended to Gordon, but he got up on his own power. Despite taking its inspiration from a more famous segment from ECW, I thought this was really well done.

8. Adam Page beat Rhett Titus with the Buckshot Lariat. Page is on another level of popularity now, on par with his Bullet Club Elite friends. This was announced as an HonorClub exclusive. Good athleticism from both guys, along with a little comedy of Page deciding to wrestle while still wearing his vest.

- Dalton Castle came out in a suit and with his own mic, accompanied by the Boys. He talked about his road to recovery, and he’s now looking to reclaim the ROH World Title. He yelled out to Jay Lethal that he’s back, and he that he wants the champ. Cue Matt Taven, who once again claimed to be the real World Champion, thinking Castle must have had a concussion in addition to his other injuries if he thinks Lethal is the real champion. Castle took a seat on a makeshift Boys chair and said, “Go home Matt, you’re drunk! Like, Myrtle Beach drunk.” Taven told Castle that when he had the title, he couldn’t handle the pressure and had to go home with injuries. This led to Vinny Marseglia coming out from under the ring (cued by his balloons) and TK O’Ryan coming out through the crowd to beat up Castle and the Boys. It ended with the Kingdom giving three simultaneous chair shots to Castle, and then they posed over him.

9. Marty Scurll beat Shane “Hurricane” Helms in a No DQ Match. This was Hero vs. Villain IV and announced as the first half of a double main event. Scurll made his entrance holding the Hurricane mask. Helms’ entrance was a swerve, with Delirious appearing in Hurricane attire on the entrance stage while Helms showed up behind him in the ring, hitting Scurll with a chokeslam for the earliest possible nearfall. Scurll recovered and introduced a bunch of umbrellas from under the ring, hitting Helms with them. Helms retrieved the Hurricane mask, put it back on, and fought back. Scurll (I believe) set up four chairs together, but he went up top and Helms grabbed him by the nether regions and slammed him onto the chairs. A table was set up at ringside on the opposite side of the Arena from me, and Scurll put Helms through it with a death valley driver variant. Scurll introduced thumbtacks into the match, but he was the first one to fall victim to them with a chokeslam onto them from Helms. This only led to a nearfall, and Scurll fought back, put some tacks in Helms’ mouth and superkicked them out, and finished off Helms with Graduation onto the tacks. Another wild crowd-pleaser, also exceeding my expectations. Scurll shook Helms’ hand and put him over to the crowd afterward.

10. SoCal Uncensored (Frankie Kazarian & Scorpio Sky) beat Jay & Mark Briscoe and The Young Bucks (Matt & Nick Jackson) in a 3-way to WIN the ROH World Tag Team Titles. A fun, fast-paced match, announced as a TV main event, to close the night. Ref Paul Turner was wiped out by an errant kick in the corner by Nick, allowing the Briscoes to introduce chairs into the match. Turner was able to count some nearfalls after this but was still largely out of it, leading to some relaxed rules. It eventually came down to just the Briscoes and SCU in this. Kazarian nearly took a Doomsday Device, but Sky tossed one of the titles to Kazarian to hit Jay (holding Kazarian up on his shoulders) in the head, then Mark came off the top and took a Flux Capacitor from Kazarian off of Jay’s shoulders for a big nearfall. Towards the end, Mark had a hold of Kazarian so that Jay could hit him with a chair while standing on the apron, but Kazarian escaped, Mark took an unprotected chair shot to the head, Sky dispatched of Jay, and SCU hit Mark with a double team move involving a lungblower from Kazarian to get the pin and the big win. NEW CHAMPIONS as the crowd went wild and Daniels came out in a neck brace (selling the attack on the stage earlier in the night, but not wearing it during the Gordon caning segment) to congratulate his teammates.

- In a post-show segment, the Young Bucks hung around with SCU in the ring, and Kazarian asked them if they could take a shot closing the show. He said between all of them were five guys from southern California who loved wrestling, and he put over the Young Bucks as two guys who have changed wrestling for the better. Sky said he’s known the Young Bucks his entire career, and he thanked them for demanding that ROH give him a job year ago. He said the past year has been the best year of not only his career, but of his life. Matt took over, putting over the members of SCU, including calling Daniels their road father, and he had the crowd shout out “SCU!” one last time to end the night.

This taping lasted just shy of four hours, with matches and segments likely taped for three episodes rather than four. Granted, it’s been ten months, but compared to the last time I attended an ROH TV taping, I felt this flowed much better. A surprising amount of hardcore action (but I guess appropriate given the Arena’s history), and a number of good matches and segments to look forward to on TV. Seeds for Final Battle in December continue to be planted.

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