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novamariestark · 5 months

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Uncovered

Summary: When your potential targets get apprehended abroad, you and Alden have to take their place and things take an interesting turn

Warnings: 🔞 piv (unprotected), fingering, oral (f receiving), undercover couple, age gap, pet name (daddy), and most likely poorly written smut 😂🔞 [it's 2am rn so prob some errors but I really wanted to post it. Will edit later today 😂]

Word count: 2426

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Alden Parker x reader

You were cursed. You were sure of it. You couldn’t believe what was happening. And you were sure Nick and Jess had something to do with it.

Since your two potential targets were being detained at Athens International Airport, your chances of catching your killer were now slim to none. It was by chance you came across this couple, finding flight information in the killer’s suspected hideout. You decided that you would tail them from the airport and stakeout their house but now that plan is useless.

When all hope seemed to be lost, Nick said a string of words that are dangerous coming out of his mouth, “I have an idea,”

And it was dangerous. For him. Because after this op was over, you were going to murder him.

That idea? You and Parker, who also was subject of your pining for the past seven months, had to go undercover as that couple. Why? Because Nick insisted that you two were perfect, because you were young and Alden was “old” as he said, earning a subtle glare from him. That was bad enough. But at the very last moment, Nick decided to give you a little extra insight to this couple. They were very sexually active.

So not only did you have to pretend to be a married couple but apparently you had to pretend to be an incredibly horny married couple.

Slow and painful, Nick. You’re death with be slow and painful.

Of course, you wouldn’t have a problem “pretending” to be horny when your fake husband looked like he was like a portrait come to life, every line and angle of his face meticulously crafted to mesmerize you.

And to make things worse. It was believed that the killer had some high-tech shit. Things that helped him hear and see things going on in his targets places.

You weren’t looking forward to the fact that you were going to be so close to the man who you were head over heels for but still so far. This was going to be torture and you knew it the second you walked through the front door of your new house.

In the car on the way there, you discussed how you were going to communicate whilst in the house, deciding on either text or paper.

It was awkward the moment that front door closed. Hopefully the killer would chalk it off as jet-lag but neither you nor Alden knew what to do. Neither of you wanted to push the boundaries despite the fact that at some point you were going to have to and it wasn’t like you could have an in depth conversation about it. It was something you wanted to discuss in the car, but you just couldn't bring yourself to.

Your phone buzzed, you reached into your pocket and the screen immediately lit up with Alden’s name.

‘You sure you’re up for this?’

You typed a quick reply, ‘Don’t have much of a choice,’

You gave him a quick nod before walking into the kitchen to make some coffee, “You want some coffee, babe?” you called to him, suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a pair of lip latched themselves onto your neck and in an instant, you were turned on.

“Coffee can wait, sweetheart,” he told you as his lips moved to your shoulder, his crotch slight grinding over your ass. You couldn’t lie. You wished this was real, but it wasn’t. He was just pretending. His hands trailed further up to cup your breasts, you arched your back, pressing your ass further into his crotch. God how much you wanted it to be real.

One hand moved to grip your thigh. From any other angle, it’d look like his hand was exactly where you wanted it. But it wasn’t. But you still had to pretend it was.

You weren’t the only getting turned on. The sounds you were making although, he thought you were faking them, were so beautiful to him. He wanted to hear that sound on repeat, just constantly. And more importantly, he wanted to be the reason for those pretty little sounds.

All too soon it came to an end. Although, it may have been a blessing in disguise. You were just being tortured of what could be. This continued for the next few days. You were beginning to think that the killer wasn’t there but still. You were also hoping that whilst you were dealing with this torture, the team was actually making some kind of breakthrough so this could end. But no. nothing.

Over those few days, the shows you two put on got hotter and longer. It was literally too much for you to handle and you were literally aching. Desperate for any kind of release.

You were set for another round later that night in your shared bedroom but you couldn’t. the moment he wrapped his arms around you and you felt him start to grind against you, you pushed him away. He was confused. Did he hurt you?

“What? You okay?” he whispered, his fingers gently dance on your shoulder but every touch set your skin on fire. You shrugged his hand off and you felt it fall to the bed behind you.

“I can’t,” you cried softly, “It’s too much,”

“What’s too much, sweetheart?”

“This, I-I can’t,”

“It’ll be over soon,” he sighed. You wiped your tears. You could hear sadness in his voice, as though he thought that you were disgusted to be in bed with him. To be near him. You turned over to face him, he gave you a sad smile when he saw your face. You shuffled closer to him. You had no idea where the confidence was coming from. You couldn’t believe what came out of your mouth.

“Please touch me,”

He was confused, you had literally just pushed him away, but soon realisation hit him. You wanted him to touch you for real. Not pretend like you had been doing this entire time. He reached his hand out but hesitated, “Are you sure?”

You nodded, “Please,” you begged again, it came out as a cry as the ache became increasingly aggressive.

He let his fingers run through your hair and down your neck. You skin felt so soft under his rough fingertips, he ran them down your arm and onto your breast. You moaned, your back arching to push them closer to him. He gently squeezed your nipple over the thin fabric of your vest, feeling the hard nub of flesh between his fingers. He moved his hand to your other breast, cupping it in his palm and massaging it softly.

You whimpered as he continued to tease your sensitive nipples. It was a though your veins were on fire, every touch sending a wave of pleasure through your body. He had barely touched you, yet you felt as though you were already on the edge.

His hand slid down your clothed stomach and down to you tiny shorts, which had been driving him insane, especially since you didn’t wear underwear underneath them so he could see the perfect outline of your ass and your pussy. Not that you knew that. You hadn’t even thought about it.

You could feel yourself getting wetter as his fingers just slip though the waistband of her shorts, and she felt her skin heat up in anticipation. You wanted him to keep going, to explore further down your body. But he stopped, teasing the flesh just beneath it. You squeezed your thighs together, wanting, needing any kind of friction. You grabbed his forearm, your eyes pleading with him not to tease you. He got the message.

“Okay, baby. Lie back,” you did as you were told, you rolled onto your back, his hand still tucked in your waistband. Your legs automatically spread apart. His hands began to slide further down until he felt the wetness on your lips. You gasped as his fingers touch your clit. His fingers begin to circle the swollen bud, slowly. You moaned and lifted your hips, pushing yourself further into his hand.

The moment he slid his finger inside of you, your body reacted to his touch. The walls of your tightness began to clench around him, as if inviting him in further. His fingers moved slowly in and out, teasing you in a way that made you crave his touch even more. He curled his finger inside you, moving it slowly in and out. He slipped another finger inside you, curling them together. You cried out, bucking your hips into his hand again. His fingers began to move faster, sliding in and out of you with perfect precision.

You whined as he removed his fingers, you turned to say something to him, but he pushed himself off the mattress and climbed between your legs. He gripped your shorts with both hands, “Now these are just in the way,” he said, before he slid them off your legs and threw them God knows where. Without giving you time to apprehend what was happening, his tongue replaced his fingers. His tongue worked its magic, bringing sensations of pleasure to every corner of you. He licked and sucked and nibbled until you felt yourself trembling from sheer pleasure. His tongue suddenly felt thicker, almost licking inside of your curves, pushing, teasing and seeking out the secret places.

Your body shook with pleasure as you let out a loud, guttural moan. Everything felt so good as his tongue, fingers, and mouth moved in sync. His soft lips sucking and licking your most sensitive areas. You felt so close, and then he slid two fingers back inside of you, curling them in just the right way, sending a million different sensations coursing through your body. Your hips began to thrust harder and faster against his face as he picked up the pace and you felt yourself nearing your climax. Your breathing becoming more and more ragged, and you could feel your walls tightening around his fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You griped his hair tightly as you came and your body shuddered in pleasure, your orgasm crashing over you with a total force unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

He removed his fingers from you your juices flowing down them and brought them to his lips, his tongue darted out to taste you on his fingertips, “Hmm, delicious baby,” you moaned at the sight. He chucked and leant down, his face hovered above yours. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips and it only turned you on even more, “you feeling better baby?” he asked. You shook your head, “No? Does baby need more?” he asked, his thumb grazed your bottom lip, you took it into your mouth as you nodded.

“Please fuck me,” you begged. He did not need to be told twice. He stood up from the bed and began to strip. You didn’t tear your eyes away, instead you watched intently as more skin was revealed. You didn’t realise you were biting your lip until the taste of metal hit your tongue.

He was now completely naked, his cock standing proudly erect. He climbed back onto the bed and in between her legs. He rubbed his cock along your pussy lips, teasing you. You whimpered and tried to push yourself towards him, but he held you still.

“Please,” you pleaded. He ignored you and continued to move his cock up and down your slit, coating himself in your juices. He looked down at you, watching you writhe beneath him.

He placed the tip of his cock against your entrance. You opened your mouth to plead again but he silenced you, placing his hand over your mouth. He pushed his cock into you, inch by inch. You screamed into his palm as he stretched you. He paused when he was halfway in, letting you adjust to his size. When you stopped screaming, he thrusted his entire length into you.

You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulder. He pulled his cock almost all the way out before slamming it back into you. You threw your head back, a symphony of moans falling from your lips. Alden buried his head in your neck, wanting to be even closer to you.

“Fuck, daddy. Feels so good,” you moaned, your brain was mush and you couldn’t think straight. Alden immediately stopped his movements. You swore you felt all color drain from your face, “I’m so-“

“What did you just call me?” he asked. You wanted to crawl under a rock and die. Why did you say that? Was he completely grossed out? Your thoughts are cut off when you feel him bite your collarbone, “Say it again, baby,”

“Feels so good, daddy,” you giggled, he groaned and lifted his head from your neck. He sat up, his cock leaving you for a moment, you whine at the sudden emptiness.

“Turn over,” he ordered, you did as you were told. You flipped onto your stomach with your ass in the air, your pussy ready and dripping for him.

He smiled, sliding his cock into you. He grabbed your hips, his fingertips digging into the flesh. He slammed himself into you, the sudden intrusion made you lurch forward, your face hitting the pillow below you. He moved faster, each thrust deeper, harder, quicker. You felt your whole body shudder uncontrollably as he drove into you again and again. You curled your toes and cried out, your screams muffled by the pillow.

“Fuck, daddy. So close,”

“I know you are, baby,” he said as he pounded you harder, his balls slapping against your slit, increasing the pleasure. He felt you were about to cum, he was right there with you, “Cum for me, baby,”

And you did, it hit you like a brick wall. With one last thrust a string of curses along with your name fell from his lips as he exploded, spilling his seed inside you. He fell to the bed next to you, pulling you tightly into his chest.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your eyes heavy as sleep called to you. You curled yourself onto his chest, his arms protectively around you.

He kissed your forehead, “When this is over baby, I’m taking you to dinner,”

You fell asleep with a smile on your face. This undercover op wasn’t that bad after all. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll let Nick live.

#alden parker x reader #female reader #reader insert #alden parker #alden parker imagine #ncis x reader #ncis

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beevean · 2 years

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Thoughts on Castlevania: Super Mario 64 edition feat. The super power of teamwork?

Portrait of Ruin is probably my second favorite Castlevania after SoTN :D

I didn’t write a long post while I was playing because, honestly? I was having too much fun to stop and puts my thougths on paper. Besides, I don’t have much to say. This game is a blast, that’s all there is to it!

I like the team mechanic between Jonathan and Charlotte. It’s not the focus of the gameplay à la Advance 3, but I like the balance between them, with Jonathan being the heavy hitter with the better equipment and Charlotte being the mage with enemy-destroying spells. I also liked most of the puzzles involving them, it really felt like the two were working together every step of the way. Jonathan and Charlotte can stop an incoming train with the Super Power of Teamwork! (the motorcycle one is a bit silly though)

The design of the castle is great. The only nitpick I have is that sometimes rooms are repeated, which I assume it’s a way to save some memory, and the recycling of SOTN assets is also very obvious. On the other hand, the place is enormous if you count the many portraits leading to different areas - and that’s a great way to create new environments! Did we ever see a desert in a Castlevania before? Let alone in a post-SOTN Castlevania? Also, the navigation was excellent, the portals are smartly placed, I never felt like I had to backtrack too much to explore previous areas. Very well designed!

(except for the circus portraits and their circular, labyrinthine designs. Cool concept, but a pain to navigate)

The difficulty is also very balanced and scales smoothly. I never felt that I had an unreasonable hard time, nor that I reached a point where I could humiliate the game. The bosses were also a fair challenge, with only Brauner and Dracula & Death giving me a hard time - by the way, love how a game with the Power of Teamwork also features it for the final boss lmao. But speaking of bosses...

I didn’t like the way you unlock the good ending, or to be more precise new more portraits to explore that are almost the “dark” version of older portraits: 13th Street to City of Haze, Forgotten City to Sandy Grave, Burnt Paradise to Nation of Fools, and Dark Academy to Forest of Doom. I don’t mind this, it’s a much better idea than the flipped castle in SOTN, and I like that superficially they’re mirrored (you go from right to left, and in Burnt Paradise’s case, from top to bottom). It’s like Encore Mode from Sonic Mania, but better! But to get there, you have to:

find the Sanctuary spell, for which you need the Toad Morph spell - it’s in a very annoying room in the Sandy Grave portrait. Fine, the room is memorable enough that you’d want to check it out. This is not the bad part.

heal Stella and Loretta with the Sanctuary spell instead of killing them. Now this, this is very annoying. Charlotte has to stay still and protected for about 30 seconds straight, while the two vampires unleash some wide, powerful attacks. I tried so many times to use the Stay option, so that Charlotte wouldn’t follow Jonathan around and get distracted... and this is how I discovered that Charlotte still respawns near you if you leave her off screen :^) basically it became a game of hoping that Stella and Loretta wouldn’t be too mean towards her. Oh, and on top of all of this, if Charlotte is too far away from the vampires? The spell doesn’t work. She has to be close to them, while they’re trying their best to attack her and interrupt her spell. Fun.

Thankfully, as a prize for this annoying battle, you get the chance of unlocking the real Vampire Killer! You have to fight the memory of Richter, and boy does he kick your ass. But thankfully, you can retry as many times as you want, his AI is fun to exploit, the prize is so worth it, and you even get a bangin’ rendition of his theme! (I don’t know why the game insists that using it is harmful, though)

Speaking of which: presentation :)

I really like the 3D effects in this 2006 DS games. I don’t think they’ve aged badly. Tricks like the rotating house or the rotating sphinx are really cool and they remind me of the gorgeous 3D chapel in SOTN. The backgrounds are excellent as usual, and the environments have tons of little details - for example, when you land on a platform in City of Haze, bread falls off. And what about the rain in Dark Academy? Gorgeous stuff.

And the music? God. Who had the galaxy brained idea of putting Michiru Yamane and Yuzo Koshiro in the same room? I want to shake their hand and give them all my money. Invitation from a Crazed Moon is super upbeat, thank you Koshiro-san. I’ve had Hail from the Past dancing in my head for days. Gears go Awry can compete with Clockwork from C3 as the best clock tower theme. Gaze Up at the Darkness hypes you up for the final showdown... or is it? Dance of Sadness is what it says on the tin, perfect for figthing two innocent sisters. Crucifix Held Close is perfect for the gloomy mood of the Dark Academy. Destroyer and Piercing Silence are tense, menacing yet catchy boss themes. Banquet of Madness is as hype as the battle itself. Also Iron Blue Intention is back and I want to kiss it <3 I love Bloodlines’ OST so much, but at this point I’m afraid its silver medal has been snatched.

As for the plot, it’s your typical Castlevania stuff, but this one is a direct sequel to Bloodlines. The reveal that Wind was Eric Lecarde all along got me (even though he doesn’t resemble his Bloodlines self at all lmao), even more as I loved playing as him. And poor Stella and Loretta, victims of a vampire who just wanted to have a family... As for the protagonists, Jonathan and Charlotte, they're enjoyable enough, although the silly anime style didn't suit them very well. I did feel bad for Jonathan and his resentment against his father John though.

I don’t know what else to add. I hope I made clear how much I had fun with this game :D

#castlevania #portrait of ruin

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infriga · 2 years

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I think you've answered questions like this before, but oh well; I'm asking anyway. What program(s) do you use when creating your art, and if/when you do traditional art, what do you prefer? Also, beyond the creators of various manga and cartoons, who are the artists inspiring you? I quite enjoy both your art and writing whenever I come across it, and I hope you enjoy it, too.

I tend to use Photoshop or Clip studio paint. Clip studio paint is cheap but has most of the functionality that Photoshop has, and has a lot of great brush options. With Photoshop it was the first digital art program I ever learned to use, and nowadays I like to use it because 1) I know it so well that it increases my workflow dramatically when I use it, and 2) there are a few features that it has which other art studios don't yet, mainly because they're more used for photo editing, but I find they can be quite useful for art as well depending on how you use them. Also it allows Filter Forge to be used as a plugin, and Filter Forge is my life blood lol. FF can be used as a standalone program, but the plugin version makes it way easier to use and way less of a pain in the ass since I don't have to switch between programs.

But in general unless you aren't worried about cost I recommend either sticking with CSP, or pirating Photoshop because even with a student or photography plan it's a bit of a money drain, and pirated copies aren't hard to get.

With traditional art, I usually stick to pencil and paper. I've tried all sorts of mediums and tools, but in the end I always come back to sketches. Maybe it's because I have shakey hands lol, but if I ever want to line and colour a sketch I just scan it and do it digitally. Aside from pencil I think my favourite traditional art to do was probably using copic markers. They're expensive though lol.

Hmm... As far as artists that inspire me outside of manga and cartoons, I don't know if it counts since it's from a game, but I absolutely love all the art in the Dishonored series.

Examples of some of my favourites by Piotr Jabłoński:

I love how atmospheric they are, and how they put across such a distinct feeling of awe and dread. I also like how he utilizes detail and lighting and texture to draw your attention to certain parts of the pictures and make stuff stand out.

And here are some of my favourites by Veronique Meignaud:

The use of colours is absolutely stunning, and it fits so well with the otherworldly feeling of Delilah and her magic. They also this manic energy to them that I love.

Some favourites by Sergey Kolesov:

His character portraits are great too. He's good at utilizing both atmosphere and colour depending on the setting and context, and he manages to capture really intense feelings regardless of how detailed or abstract he goes. He has a great range.

And last but not least there's Cedric Peyravernay:

He manages to pack so much character into his character designs and portraits, even just for random NPCs. He's also not afraid to draw ugly things and ugly people, which I mean in a good way. His art very much centers around capturing what makes his character designs feel distinct and full of personality, and it helps the games art style age really well.

This turned into me fanning over the Dishonored art but that was the first thing that came to mind when trying to think of art that inspires me. There are also plenty of people on tumblr and other sites whose art inspires me, but if I listed them all we'd be here all day lol.

Thanks so much for the ask! I'm really glad you like my stuff! 🥰🥰🥰

#Reply #Art #Dishonored #Might as well tag it lol #Their other works outside of Dishonored are great too I recommend checking them out on artstation!

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bratkook · 4 years

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corrupt. jjk (m)

You’d be crying out in pain begging me to play my games. I could corrupt you, it would be ugly.

pairing: vampire!jk x human!reader genre: smut, pwp warnings: blood play, unprotected sex, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, multiple orgasms, spanking, oral (f. receiving), partially clothed sex word count: 5k author’s note: literally everything i write is based on a song so listen to Corrupt by Depeche Mode. This also came to mind because my boss and i are obsessed with the idea of going to a sex club in berlin so i hope you enjoy lol. leave feedback or shoot me a message tysm ily bye. this also isnt edited yet im sorry

Standing in the middle of a dimly lit club in the heart of Berlin, the sound of a german band filling up the space all around you, is not how you thought your night would go.

Utterly alone, shimmying through the crowd of people all scantily clad in forms of leather or lace, some wearing nothing at all. No one seemed to mind you, no one gave you a second glance. The leather body harness you had on stuck to your body like second skin, the straps of it stretched across your breasts and covered your nipples. The only thing on your bottom half was a garter belt, a tiny pair of black underwear and fishnet stockings, finished off with some black heels.

You had begged your friend to come with you, being in the middle of your trip across Europe you wanted to visit the infamous sex club while in Berlin but she had been so against it. Not only was this club notorious for having orgies in the middle of the venue, which she thought was unspeakable, it was also a common hot spot for vampires as well, another taboo for her.

When she told you no you knew it was final so you didn’t mention it again. Instead you got dressed up in the bathroom of your airbnb, draped on a peacoat and headed out without a word. Luckily the club had coat check or else you’d feel entirely over dressed.

This club, unlike other vampire friendly ones you’ve visited, let everyone mingle together. You were accustomed to having dedicated rooms for humans, another for vampires, and a common ground for those who didn’t mind being together. But here it was a giant melting pot of both.

In the short ten minutes you’ve been here you had lost count of how many scarlet eyes you’d seen staring down at you, how many touches of cold skin you’d felt as you slipped by people, you felt very outnumbered and a little vulnerable but it sent a spark of excitement down your spine.

When you reach the bar, your arms press against the slightly tacky surface, a blonde with gleaming golden eyes greets you with a smile, “What’ll you have sweet heart?”

You strain your ears to hear her but try your best to tell her you’d just like a shot of tequila, she has no problem hearing your request, spinning around to grab the tequila from behind her.

Just as you start to ease up to being where you are, the feeling of someone slipping in beside you has you tensing up again. You keep your gaze on the bartender, watching her pour out your shot before sliding it over.

When you reach into the hem of your tights to pull out some cash she waves you off, “Its your first time here, consider it a welcoming gift.” She winks at you and moves on to the next thirsty guest before you can thank her.

You can sense the eyes boring into you from your right, your fingers gripping the edge of the shot glass as you lift it up to your lips. The curious observer just watches with a smirk as you throw back the shot, shutting your eyes as the warm liquid runs down your throat.

When you set the glass down and lick your lips over they finally speak, “First timer huh?”

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up at his voice, the low gravel of it swimming through your ears and getting your full attention. Its melodic, something about it has you turning to him like he had just said something ground breaking, and when you see who the voice belongs to you let out a small shudder.

The dark red of his eyes seems to glow in between the random flashes of light, his eyebrow arched up in curiosity as you drink him in. The hair on his head, parted to the side and showing the sharp eyebrows that frame his eyes, is an inky shade, the tips of the strands landing on his forehead.

He lets you take your time, watching you make your way down his face, reaching his soft lips, parted in a half smile that showcased the sharp fangs where your incisors are. The action should be threatening but all you can think of is having them sink into your skin.

The way he’s dressed is more modest than others, a sheer black mesh shirt hugging his chest, showing off the indents of muscles from how tight the material was. A harness similar to your own sits snuggly against his waist, the leather material matching that of his pants.

You snap out of it when you realize you’ve been staring at his crotch for more than seemed appropriate. Humor is written all over his face when you meet his gaze once more, remembering that the beautiful stranger had in fact asked you a question.

“Yeah, that obvious?”

He just chuckles, leaning against the bar top as well, “You just look a little intimidated is all. What is it, the vampires or the fucking in public?”

You push the shot glass further away from you, “Neither, I’ve had my fair share of vampires and if fucking in public scared me I wouldn’t be here.” Your words have piqued his interest, “Just first time jitters.”

He nods in understanding, “Fair, lets do some ice breakers then, I’ll start.” He clears his throat and inches closer to you, his shoulder nudging against yours, “My name is Jungkook, I’m technically 24, I enjoy making short films and I really want to fuck you.”

The small gasp you let out is clearly picked up by his ears, the smirk returning on his face at your reaction, “Oh wow,” you let out a giggle and he’s enamored by it, “well, my names Y/N, I’m 25, I enjoy baking and I really want to fuck you too.”

Jungkook hums, his tongue running along his teeth, “That can be arranged you know.”

You take a glance behind him, taking in the entirety of the club in the flashes of light. Almost every surface had a couple, at least, in the act of fucking each other in one form or another. In the middle of it all were the people who just came for the atmosphere, dancing along to the music playing as if ten feet away someone wasn’t getting fucked in the ass.

“Where?” You ask shyly, this was after all your first time at a club like this. The rules of dibs regarding location was foreign to you, not knowing what was off limits or not but Jungkook seemed to be very familiar with the club.

“Lets ease you into it yeah?” He murmurs out, his cold hand gently grasping yours and tugging you behind him as he slides through people without a care. The crowd seemed to split for him, humans and vampires alike staring him down but he paid them no mind as he crossed the floor.

The further you walked the more the crowd dispersed until you reached a hallway, the maroon walls were lined up with fetish photos, portraits of girls wrapped up in shibari, men wearing gimp masks along with shadow boxes holding various sex toys. In between each one were open doors, the rooms having a bed in the middle of them with lovers on top, the sounds of pleasure spilling out of the rooms and into the hallway.

Jungkook continued to lead you down the hallway, reaching a room he knows will be unoccupied. It was his room, no one ever used it but him, it was almost like an unspoken rule that it belonged to him so when you rounded the corner and stepped into it, the fact that i was completely untouched didn’t surprise him.

The bed was right in the middle, dimly illuminated by two sconces on the wall behind it. The black silk sheets look inviting, the large gold bed frame drawing you forward until your palms rested on the mattress, your fingers rubbing the soft material.

“I didn’t know places like this had beds.”

Jungkook steps behind you, his hands grasping your hips gently and pulling you back into him, “Mm, theres also a pool in the basement but I can show you that later.” He dips his head down, nuzzling his nose into the juncture of your neck and inhaling when the scent of you invades his senses.

He could hear the pounding of your heart, the blood pulsing through your veins in excitement. Jungkook knew you weren’t scared, you had waves of eagerness rolling off of you. The rythm of your heart wasn’t one of fear and as much as he used to love playing with his meals, knowing he didn’t have to sweet talk you into calming down made this more enjoyable.

“Yeah, later–laters good.” Your eyes flutter shut when his lips touch your skin, gently trailing up your neck and reaching your jaw. One of the hands that was on your hips came up to cup your cheeks, yanking your head around to crash his lips against yours.

The lingering remains of the tequila you had thrown back makes its way into his mouth when his tongue meets yours as he licks his way inside. Slowly you fully turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck and forcing him closer to you as your tongues tangled together messily.

Jungkook makes quick work at unclasping the harness you had on, his fingers coming together on your back and undoing the metal hooks until the fabric sagged off of your body. His lips never leave yours as you drop your arms, letting the leather material hit the floor.

When his hands come up to grasp your tits you pause kissing him, the icyness of his palm making your nipples pebble and he just smirks, almost as if he knows that you’re thinking of how his cold hands would feel inside your cunt.

“Such a pretty little human.” He mumbles out when he pulls back and stares at your exposed chest, his fingers twisting your nipple.

“Please,” you groan out, leaning forward to reattach your lips but he inches back to tease you, a playful smile on his face. “you said you wanted to fuck me.”

He relases your nipple, his hands now coming to undo his own harness, the garment joining yours on the floor but with it comes the mesh shirt. Inch by inch his smooth skin comes into view, the muscles on his stomach rippling as he peels it off and tosses it without a care.

“I do want to fuck you, so badly.” His head tilts slightly at you, watching you standing by the bed with your arms by your side and a pout on your face. “I like taking my time though baby, can you be patient for me.”

He hears the small intake of breath you make, nodding your head immediately. Patient? Yeah you could be patient for him, you could be anything for him. Its like his voice had you in a trance, any request he had could be fulfilled without a problem.

Jungkook reaches for you once more, his lips melting against yours while his hands guide your hips backwards, helping you onto the bed and pushing you back with ease. He slowly pushes you back until you’re fullt resting on the mattress, your hair splayed out around you with him hovering above you, his knees on either side of your thighs.

Your lips smack together for a moment, Jungkook gently nipping your bottom lip enough to draw a small bead of blood. When his tongue laps it up he moans into your mouth, the coppery taste mixed in with a hint of sweetness has his cock twitching. A small taste of whats to come, it takes him all the restraint he has to stop himself from devouring you here and now.

“Tastes,” kiss “so,” kiss “sweet.” He groans out in between kisses, pressing against you harder before trailing his lips down your body. You lay there with your chest heaving, your mind spinning when you feel the wetness of his lips kissing down your chest.

He envelopes your nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking around it with a moan, his other hand coming up to knead the flesh of your neglected breast and you gasp at the feeling, your back arching into his touch.

Your brain forcing your limbs to come into action now, your hand slipping into his hair and pushing him closer to you. The sensation of your fingers yanking his strands urges him on, sucking on your nipple while looking up at you, your eyes blown out in the darkness of the room, the bright red of his making him look predatory.

He pulls back with a wet smack, looking down at your saliva coated flesh and humming to himself while his hand continues to twist your other nipple. “So sensitive.” He comments when you whine at a particular hard tug he gives you, your head falling back with a sigh.

“Jungkook please.”

He relents, releasing your nipple and continuing his quest down your body, you’re expecting him to tug down your tights, maybe undo the garter belt before taking it all off but instead his fingers hook into the holes in the tighs around your crotch and yank hard. The sound of the fabric ripping has you lifting your head back up, catching him in the act of tearing your tights apart until your black panties were fully exposed to him.

Jungkook had slid off the bed, kneeling in front of you, his arms hooking under your thighs to drag you forward a bit, a smile spreading across his face when you let out a small shriek of surprise. The heels of your shoes rest on his back, your thighs sitting snuggly on his shoulders.

You can feel his breath against your skin, his lips hovering over the flesh of your inner thighs, his fingers digging into you as he licks his lips over. The anticipation is killing you, forcing yourself to drop your head back down because watching him stare at you like that was filling your stomach with nerves.

The soft flick of his tongue on your inner thigh has you tensing up, your hands reaching down to grasp his own, your warm fingers curling around his while they wrapped around your legs. Jungkook trails soft kisses on your skin, taking his time sucking and biting around your panties, his tongue gently flicking over your clit, a teasing motion that you barely feel through the material of your underwear.

He chuckles when your hands clutch his with annoyance, you had told him you could be patient but you were really doubting yourself now. Maybe fucking him out in the open of the club would’ve given you satisfaction a lot quicker.

Just as you’re about to voice your frustration, Jungkook pulls a hand away from your thigh, hooking his finger on the edge of your panties and yanking them to the side. Your glistening core shines back on him, his mouth salivating at getting a taste of you, wondering if your cunt was as sweet as your blood.

“Fuck.” You gasp when he licks a broad stripe up your slit, his tongue gathering your wetness in a practice move, a satisfied moan leaving his mouth at the taste. Everything he had said about taking his time was out the window now, diving into you shamelessly.

He growls when your hand comes back to tangle into his hair, the slight burn of his scalp causing him to eat you with more determination. His lips wrap around your clit, slurping and sucking gently enough to have you whimpering, your back arching up into him at the feeling.

Jungkook smirks when he releases your clit, nosing against it while his fingers circle your entrance, slipping in without resistance. The dirty thought that had crossed your mind before had been proven correct, Jungkook’s long icy fingers felt amazing inside your heat, spreading you open as if they were meant to be there. When he adds a second one, scissoring inside of you to stretch you out, a moan dies in your throat when you choke out, his lips come back to your center in a frenzy.

You can feel every ridge of his finger inside of you, grazing the bundle of nerves each time they thrust out, coupled with the way he’s sucking on your clit its not a shock that you’re quivering on the bed.

“So fucking wet.” He awes for a second, the tug on his scalp letting him know you needed him to go back to what he was doing. A gush of wetness escapes you, dripping down his palm and onto the floor and he hums, he can hear the pounding in your veins increase in speed, the fluttering of your heart sounding like music to his ears.

“C-close,” you keen out, your heels digging into him and bringing him closer, “fuck, bite me. Please bite me.”

Thats all Jungkook needed to hear, his fingers slip out of you to replace his mouth, quickly circling your clit to have you hurdling over the edge. You can feel the pressure building in your abdomen, the controlled flicks of his fingers have you whining out.

Just as you’re about to teeter over Jungkook dips down and kisses your inner thigh once more, opening his mouth to clamp over your skin. In a flash his fangs pierce your flesh, a brief feeling of searing pain shoots up your body before being replaced by intense pleasure when he fully latches on, lips suckling on your skin.

The rich liquid pours into his mouth, the same coppery sweet taste he had sampled earlier is increased with the pleasure you feel. Jungkook’s eyes roll back at the flavor, his fingers not letting up on your clit even with the choked gasp of his name as you reach your orgasm.

Your body trembles underneath him, your hands grip on his hair loosening up as he quenches his thirst. Everything feels tingly, each nerve ending on your body being lit up from the intense orgasm you just experienced. When he pulls away from your thigh, traces of blood spilling around his mouth he moans, nuzzling his way back to your center, gently licking the remnants of your orgasm off of you, enjoying how you whimper on the bed.

“So good.” He rasps out, his eyes flicking up to look at you and you gasp at how much brighter they are, a ruby red sparkling in the dark of the room, his eyebrow cocked up as he trails his way back up your body, letting your legs fall from his shoulders and back onto the bed.

His leather clad legs press against you, the feeling of his hardened bulge against your hip has you shuddering. “I’m not done with you yet, I’m going to ruin you baby.” He kisses up your chest, his eyes never leaving yours. The fucked out look on your face makes him rut against you, “You sure you want this?”

Your arms wrap around his torso, nails digging into his back as you rut up into him. His head drops down onto your neck when you grind against him, your wetness smearing along the leather. “I need it, ruin me Jungkook.”

The hiss he lets out has your toes curling, moreso when his mouth kisses along your neck, a teasing nip of his teeth on your skin, “Oh I will.”

Jungkook reaches down with one hand to unbotton his jeans, tugging them down enough for his cock to slip free. You don’t get a chance to look it over, the size of it being a total suprise to you since his lips were no on yours again, your eyes slipping shut as they worked together, teeth knocking into each other in a hurry.

He wraps a hand around himself, sighing into your mouth as he gives himself a pump. “Jungkook.” You groan into his mouth, wiggling your hips around as he positions himself between your thighs. He nudges your thighs further apart, your heels resting on the edge of the bed while his knees sink into the mattress.

“I know baby.” He mumbles against your lips, pressing another kiss to them. Thats when you feel the tip of his cock pressing against you, a slow rut of his hips following as he coats his length in your arousal.

Your nails dig into his back once more, the silk sheets gliding against your skin when you arch your back to get some sort of friction from him.

Jungkooks eyes are glued to where you meet, watching in admiration when he tugs your underwear to the side and eases himself into you, his cock sinking into your heat slowly. The feeling of him stretching you open has you moaning out loud, your head thrown back and exposing your neck to him.

“Fuck baby, you’re taking me so well.”

The stretch feels almost impossible for a second, you hadn’t seen his length but the feeling of it alone made it obvious that he was the biggest you’d ever had. When he bottoms out, his hips resting flush against your ass you whimper out.

“Feel so full.” You slur, humming softly when he kisses your cheek tenderly.

Jungkook just chuckles, “Gonna fuck you stupid.” Thats the only warning he gives you before inching back, rolling into you over and over until you’re adjusted to his size.

You knew after today you’d be ruined, you’d slept with your fair share of vampires but the way Jungkook’s cock split you open, pistoning into you in the most delicious way, you were done for.

The feeling of your nails digging in his back had him hissing, his arms caging you in underneath him. His eyes were focused on the way your breasts jiggled at every thrust, your body jostling upwards from the strength of them. Your face was screwed up in pleasure, your mouth dropped open as moans spilled out through your lips.

Jungkook was fucking you well and truly stupid, you looked lost in your pleasure, your walls fluttering around his length when he hit your sweet spot.

“Fuck,” you mewl, “so big. So–“ a gasp cuts you off when he speeds up his thrusts, the skin of his thighs smacking against yours with new found energy.

“Where’d those first time jitters go?” He wonders, one hand coming up to softly trail down your face, inching down until theyre placed around your neck, his fingers feeling the ferocious pulsing from your jugular.

“Such a fearless little human.” He grunts out with a groan, “Letting me do what I want with you, do you have any idea what I could do to you?”

A whimper leaves your mouth, your hips coming up to rut in time against his. You knew what he could do to you, if he really wanted to he could rip out your throat and drink you dry. Maybe it was the masochist inside of you, the idea of not knowing what could actually happen, of not being in control of the situation, that kept you going.

“I don’t care.”

That has a curious smile spreading across his face, “No? All you care about is my cock huh?”

You’re nodding immediately, yes his cock is all you care about. The way its stretching you open, the length of it hitting places inside of you without even trying. He fucked you like it was second nature to him, his thrusts being well timed, as if he knew the right way to get you falling apart underneath him.

“Can I–“ you press your palms against his chest lightly, the smal act of resistence causing him to still completely. He watches on curiously when you shimmy out from under him, your knees knocking into his as you turn over onto the bed on your hands and knees.

You’re facing the door now, seeing the flashes of light and the occasional person walking by the door and you briefly remember where you are. Jungkook watches you wiggle your hips at him, your fishnets stretched tightly over your ass.

“So fucking sexy.” He steps off of the bed, taking the time now to fully slip out of his pants, kicking them off and onto the floor before kneeling back onto the bed. His hands grasp your ass, kneading the flesh of them as he settles behind you, his palm coming up to land with a loud smack onto your skin. The sound mixing in with the thrumming bass of the club music and the moan you let out.

“C’mon, fuck me stupid.” You tease, dropping onto your elbows and spreading your thighs apart as you arch your back.

“Mm, careful what you ask for baby.”

His large palm splays across your back, pushing you down further while his other guides his cock back into you. The first thrust is a lot smoother than the last, the glide of your wetness helping him ease in to the hilt. This position has him reaching in deeper inside of you, your hands fisting the cool sheets as you moan out his name.

Its messy, the way his dick squelches every time it re-enters your, wetness coating his cock and dripping down onto the sheets. His palms grasp your hips, fingers digging into your flesh roughly. He knew he could crush you if he wanted to and the fact that you still laid here, drunk off his cock instead of running away, he knew he was just as ruined as you were.

“Jung-jungkook.” You gasp out, rutting back onto him with a small laugh and it catches his attention when he notices one of your hands come up to point at the door, “we have a visitor.”

He hums when his eyes lock onto the observer, another vampire he was familiar with, the dark red hair of Jung Hoseok flashes in the light. He’s leaning against the door frame, a drink in his hand as he watches on nonchalantly.

“Lets give them a show then yeah?”

He grinds against you with more purpose, one hand coming around to your front to meet your clit, rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers until you’re trembling. Your pussy clamps around him, your mouth dropping open in a lewd moan, burying your face into the sheets while you let yourself get lost in the feeling of it all.

Knowing Jungkook was having his way with you while someone watched lit a fire inside of you, the way you were creaming his cock being evidence enough that you were clearly enjoying yourself.

“Harder, fuck me harder.”

Jungkook fulfills your request, starting to thrust into your heat harshly with no qualms about having a spectator. “You’re soaked baby, you gonna make a mess of these sheets?”

All of your senses are full of him, just him and his cock and the way he pounds into you, his fingers flicking against your clit with expertise. His grasp on your hips is the only thing keeping you from toppling over, your upper body laying limp on the bed as you let his ravish you.

When your eyes look up, meeting the gaze of the stranger by the door you smirk, sending them a wink and earning a chuckle from them.

Jungkook can feel you tightening up around him, his own release creeping up inside of him. He needs to taste you again, “Let me have another bite baby.”

He bends over your body until his nose pushes against your hair draped over your neck, a deep inhale sending shivers down your spine. Your hand comes up to move your hair out of the way, mewling when he nudges against your skin, “Oh god, yes.”

His lips latch onto you seconds later, the now familiar feeling of his fangs sinking into your skin making your whole body tense up this time. Your limbs lock up as he moans against your flesh, the warm blood dribbling into his mouth. Blood always tasted different coming straight from the jugular, the taste of it making his eyes roll back as he quickly ruts into you.

The euphoric feeling of him drinking from you pushes you over the edge once more, the pleasure sparking from the open wound until it reaches all of your limbs. Your walls clamp around him impossibly tight as you cum, a shout of his name leaving you as he fucks you through your orgasm.

His lips never leave your neck, suckling the blood from you as your body trembles underneath his. A weak whimper leaving your lips sends him over, his balls tensing up until he’s spilling into you, thrusting his hips against yours as deep as he could. The warmth of his cum fills you up, a soft sigh sounding out when he finally detaches from your neck, the smear of blood around your neck being licked up by him as he shallowly thrusts a few more times.

“Shit.”

Your eyes look up once more to find that the other vampire was now gone, leaving you and Jungkook alone once more, his cock still buried inside of you, your neck throbbing slightly after the abuse.

When he pulls out of you your hips full drop onto the mattress, the cool sheets feeling like heaven against your warm body. Jungkook chuckles at your worn out form, gently grasping you to flip you over to face the ceiling, not giving you a moment to recover before slotting his lips against your own.

You taste your own blood on your tongue, the coppery tang being new to you but you don’t mind it, not with the way he kisses you like you were more than just a messy fuck. He pulls back after a second and you grin at him, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks, your thumb rubbing the drying blood from his chin.

“What did I taste like?”

He presses another kiss against you, “Like fucking heaven, I could die eating your pussy.”

The wink he sends you makes you blush, swatting his chest lightly with a laugh, “I meant my blood you perv.”

“Oh I’m the perv now?” He teases, catching your hand before you can smack him again, “I think you ruined me too baby, never tasted blood this sweet.”

You bite your lip at his words, staring up at him with wide eyes in an almost innocent way as if you hadn’t just participated in this scandalous act. He wanted nothing more than to proposition you into being his blood bag, a somewhat intimate request but he knew it was useless. Considering you had never been to this club before he knew you weren’t from around here, you’d be long gone in a few days, a distant memory that would simmer away over time and for some reason it pained him to think that so he chose to suppress it.

“Let me walk you home, you never know what monsters could be lurking.”

That same giggle that enamored him earlier is back now, “If I could handle you I could handle anyone.”

His eyebrows arch up at your teasing tone, a smirk curling his lip as he stares you down, “Is that so?” His eyes have that same predatory look in them, your skin breaking out into goosebumps at the way he stares at you, looking like he’s ready to dive in once more.

He wasn’t finished with you yet.

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Portrait Of The Lawyer As A Young Man

3k words. All of Julianus’ life has been about fulfilling social expectations. Not any more.

Note: This fic contains some time changes. They’re all separated but they’re not linear. This pieces art is the cover of the centennial edition of James Joyce’s ‘Portrait of the Artist As A Young Man’.

CW: Superficial discussions of unhealthy family dynamics.

The song for this piece is Expectations by Belle & Sebastian. Saoirse, Meredith and the Crew of The Jagged Ruby belongs to @apprenticealec.

Part 4 of Secrets Of An Ancient Moon series; you can read the rest of it here.

Dusk fell in the sky making the colours of the water change. Meredith whistled at Jules to get their attention, calling them aside. When they reached port again in four days, they’d reach Jules’ original destination, marking the end of their voyages in The Jagged Ruby. Julianus didn’t need Meredith to tell them this, they already knew: they had been counting the days obsessively, watching them slip by as they found a chance to speak to the Captain.

Meredith had found them first. It was now or never.

“Hopefully this,” Meredith said, raising the legal study Julianus had made for her a couple of months ago, “will help us with our Syd problem. I’m not going to pat you in the back, Sanlaurento, so just let me say this: you’ve got it in you, you’re a pain in my ass, I hope whoever opposes you in a court shit themselves. Now, leave.”

When Meredith looked back up, Jules was still there, looking at them with a frown and an intensity which the Captain had seen in them before, but never directed at them. Jules had been travelling with them for months. When they had manifested on the ship to become Meredith’s personal pest and unlikely legal advisor, the Quinquennial meeting was in the long term future still, they had time for it. Now, the meeting would happen in three months.

In all that time, Meredith had had time to watch them, even if they didn’t want to. She hated to admit it, but the asshole had guts. J.C. was clever, a fast learner, and seemed to know themselves well enough to anticipate their shortcomings. Analytical and strong-willed, in other circumstances they’d make an excellent addition to the crew.

They learnt the basics of sailing faster than Meredith had given them credit for, their basic knowledge of sword-fighting was getting honed by the week. They had never taken a shot against an actual person, but their aim had gotten notoriously better. Julianus got treats for the crew if you left them unsupervised, and somehow, always, found someone to help with legal advice, no matter were they were.

So yes, Meredith had seen that intensity before. She’d seen it when they put themselves between a vendor and a guard, suddenly carrying more presence and even a slight high-society touch to the way they conducted themselves. She’d seen it whenever they tried, again and again, to perfect something, never expecting to be handed anything. She’d seen it whenever they talked about Injustice, or the Sea Palace, or Freedom, or People.

It all shone through, even through the many flaws or annoyances Meredith saw in their character — anxious, irritable, high-horsed, mysterious for no damn reason.

“I said leave, why are you still here.”

“Meredith?”

The Captain raised an eyebrow. Sanlaurento never addressed her without an honorary.

“I didn’t remember us being friends— You smooch my quartermaster and��” Meredith stopped, a grimace overtaking her face. “This is about them, isn’t it. No, I’m not having a heart to heart about fucking Saoirse with you. Sanlaurento, I’m still your fucking Captain.”

“No, it’s not about Saoirse. It’s about me.”

“Right, because that’d make me care.”

J.C. frowned back at Meredith, trying to resist the urge to roll his eyes but failing to do so. “Even if they are a factor in my considerations. I’m well aware that if I talked to them, I could manage to see them anywhere and write to them even, given they write to Jacqui all the time.”

“If you’re going to talk anyway, at least do me the favour of going to the point, Sanlaurento.”

“Captain, I want to stay.”

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The sky was clear in the island of Sirenia, a cool late winter evening as Sanlaurento walked around a patio in a black, formal attire, with a green jacket with golden buttons.

“You’ll do great, stop worrying. You already did great in your dissertation.”

“But my dissertation was just me talking about International affairs.”

“One last viva, and you’ll be a lawyer.”

Julianus exhaled. “You’re right, one last viva. This ends today.”

“Did someone Come with you?”

“No.”

Their friend snorted. “You didn’t tell anyone about today, didn’t you?”

Feigning disinterest so the conversation could end, they looked over some handwritten diagrams.

Julianus sighed. “Actually, this time I did.”

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“Do I have to apply to the Sea Palace? I know I said I wanted to, but I don’t know any more.”

“Of course, Cleo,” their mother said, “it’s the best academic institution around, you might have a chance. You lose nothing by trying”

“They were weird though, you know? Off. Like, they give me a bad feeling.”

Their mother no longer sounded patient when she spoke: “You’re going to have to let go of turning down opportunities at every chance you don’t like everyone in front of you, or everyone in front of you doesn’t automatically think you’re brilliant. Besides, you insisted, and this is a matter about your education, your safety and your future. You’re applying.”

Julianus tensed, curling their toes inside their shoes, trying to ball them like they would their hands. They couldn’t ball them into fists right now, that’d give them away. If they gave themselves away, their mother’s reaction would be worse. “It’s not— that’s not—”

They exhaled, giving up. “You’re right, Mama.”

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In their 27 years, Julianus had been called a lot of things.

Weird by their classmates, dense by their parents. Unnecessarily complicated, dramatic, attention seeking, stupid. All of them also by their parents who said things in annoyance and in anger without measuring any reaction, nor waiting for any explanation. Stupid, perhaps, was the funniest.

They never called them Julianus, only ‘Cleo’, too, to the point their mother often said they made a mistake in choosing their first name.

Their Cleo was a lot of things but never what they themself said they were. ‘Intelligence’ was arrogance, ‘mistakes’ stupidity, or worse, something unforgivable; a lack of consideration for everyone around them and the marking of their mother in their failure to raise a child who wanted to do anything with her.

Too loud, too quiet, too stiff, too needy, too this, too that, too weird, too feminine, too masculine, too much.

Academic settings were different. One of the few places they had some control over themself. Yes, their classmates might’ve thought them closed off, weird and even a bit of a “lunatic” when they were growing up, but their classmates also knew they were passionate about defending what they loved, including their friends. A willing ear to listen, offering food, advice and comfort to whomever asked, without thinking too much about it. Quick to rile up but never one to deny help. Their teachers and professors always knew they tried, that they wanted to learn, that they wanted to go to further, deeper horizons.

Their own self, learning and what they could do with that education was their constant ongoing project. Their poems and stories, a constant conversation with the world. Not self-centredness, not absent-mindedness.

Only twice they had been told in academic settings that they weren’t enough. One was in the Sea Palace. The scholars called them an histrionic, low-pedigree charming but insubstantial kid, with poorly honed magic and more enthusiasm than capacity. Others worked better, others could sit still for longer, others had more steady grades — not the valleys of those subjects which did not interest them, with good but unremarkable grading, versus the stellar records of those subjects which obsessed them needlessly. A nice attempt, but a definitive rejection.

The other was in that last Viva Voce in Firent. It hadn’t gone terribly, they had passed, but with meagre first level honours in comparison to their full honours approved dissertation. They were expecting to do worse, that was true. They weren’t expecting to have three examiners who did not let them finish a single explanation, one even laughing at their face for asking for a question to be clarified.

“If you keep this way, I doubt you will have it in you to be a good jurisconsult,” one of them had said.

Julianus had looked at them with icy, saccharine sweetness, eyes like daggers and making apologies they didn’t mean as they took their diploma. They left the room thinking what did they know? What did any of these people know about Julianus Cleopatra, who wasn’t born with the Surname Sanlaurento, but had chosen it anyway? Nothing. They knew nothing.

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Julianus had never been in many places they belonged.

The night was clear as The Ruby made its way through the waters in the night.

“What about you?”

“Yeah, Jay, tell us a story. All you do is work, kid. Grab a glass! Cut yourself some slack from those books, lest your vision becomes worse.”

Julianus couldn’t see why not. With a bright smile on their face, they grabbed a glass of beer, before joining the Crew that was lounging around on the deck, enjoying the night.

“Does it have to be something I’ve heard, or does it have to be an original?”

“Right! Saoirse did say you wrote.”

Julianus blinked. “Saoirse mentioned me?”

An echo of warm laughter rang between the crew. Someone patted their back. “You’ve got it bad for the Quartermaster, don’t you? But tell us your story.”

"My story?” They snorted. “Oh, you don’t want to listen to that.”

After taking a drink, they let their own play on words slide, and chose a story to tell. “You know how they say that those who are the most impertinent have the best chance. Well, this cabin boy risked it all for a venture in a ship from the northern seas, whose flag it was under was at war with an Empire. The cabin boy, well, we’ll call them boy, had been searching for a place to fulfil their ambitions, and saw in this ship the right chance. The kind of person who wished to be remarkable, and do what’s right

“So one day, the ship runs into an enemy ship. Goes the Captain and says: ‘If we fight them, this ship might be sunk and we might not live the night’. So goes the cabin boy, who had developed a fondness for this ship; the fondness one does when one loves a place, but the place does not love one back, and yet one clings to the nostalgia of the good things. The cabin boy did not realise this yet, so the cabin boy goes and says: ‘If I time it right, I could sink it.’

“Though often trifled with silencing commands, the cabin boy was intelligent and daring so the cabin boy repeated: ‘If I time it right I could sink it. Was this not why I trained all these years as a cabin boy?’

“The Captain said: ‘No, you are just a cabin boy’, but at the insistence of our protagonist, the Captain said: ‘If you destroy that ship, I will give you silver and likewise gold, here in this very sea, and I will give you my only daughter for you to marry, if you make a renowned Captain out of me—’”

The story was not a happy one. It was a story of betrayal and disappointed hopes. It finished with the cabin boy, who making himself one with the night, went to sink the enemy ship, under the very noses of the unsuspecting crew. Yet, when the cabin boy came back and demanded their acknowledgement, the Captain denied them. Though the cabin boy had no interest in claiming the bounty, the Captain had not expected them to live, but fearing the Cabin Boy would take the credit and disrupt the order of things, the Captain slew them, and the sea took them in.

Someone gasped with indignation. “And no one aided the cabin boy?”

“No.”

“Did the Captain kill them then?”

“That’s for you to decide.”

“So the cabin boy didn’t die? Or did they?”

“In a way. It’s less about physical death, though it can be about it.”

“Isn’t this the Raleigh story?”

“Of the Golden Vanity?” Said Sanlaurento with a smirk. “Perhaps, but everyone tells it differently.

“If you don’t make it as a law person, I say you become a writer.”

Julianus laughed. “Why not both?”

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The last time Julianus Sanlaurento had seen their parents was when they sailed off to an apprenticeship. There had been no grand goodbyes, no heartfelt words. They had all fought around a week before, and J.C. was not yet forgiven. It was, perhaps, one of the biggest fights they had had with them, and the memory of it, along with the cold shoulder they were given would cling to them for some more time.

Nothing was worse than the hypocrisy, though. Or the pity. Too much to everyone around them, a brilliant child when they weren’t in the room.

Before they left, their father had pulled them aside to tell them they were brilliant, and that they were proud. Jules had wanted to say thank you, and just thank you, from the bottom of his heart, but they couldn’t, not after last week. Instead, they said:

“You always say that, until I’m brilliant in a way which neither of you like even if you still let me do it. You’ll hate this, but I don’t exist comfortably anywhere, and perhaps, I’ll never exist comfortably here.”

“That’s not our fault, Cleo.”

“It’s not about whose fault is it— it’s— you know what, Dad? Nevermind.”

Their only comfort was Maricus, whom they clung to at night when they were alone in their quarters, with only their things, their cat and an acceptance letter as they realised they were completely, and utterly alone. They were alone, that was true, but at least, they were themself and they had had enough.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Not wanting to try the Captain further after she dismissed them, Julianus retreated to the crew’s quarters. They sat against the wall nearest to their bed — if one could call a hammock a bed — picked up their notebook and began writing. They wanted to be left alone, so they buried their nose in their writing.

They didn’t expect seeing Saoirse when they looked up, leaning against a column as they watched them write.

“Raleigh again?”

“No, I’m leaving the fictional man rest for a minute or two.”

“Meredith told me you were staying.” At this, Jules stopped writing. “Said you were on permanent crew member probation until you defended your case and your position in Ethari. Then, if she didn’t change her mind, she’ll make you try as a permanent member of the crew, if you also haven’t changed your mind about it.”

Saoirse snorted. “If I was told I’d meet a human like you a year ago, I would’ve thought the person telling me such was drunk.”

Julianus raised an eyebrow at them, wanting to ask what that was supposed to mean, but Saoirse’s eyes were full of tenderness when they met them.

“Meredith also told me you asked. Did you because of me?”

“No,” Jules said as they closed their notebook, standing up to stretch their legs. “I don’t want to part from you, that’s true, I care… a lot about you, and I hope you care about me just the same. I don’t want to stop seeing you everyday, and I don’t want to stop kissing you everyday, and I don’t want to stop learning from and about you. I haven’t mastered the language yet, and there’s more of the Code to study, there’s so many things I haven’t done yet, but it’s not about you, it’s about me.”

Saoirse watched them as silence fell between them, Julianus’ dark eyes looking everywhere but at them. When they did look back at Saoirse's ice-blue ones, their eyes were clouded with tears. “This isn’t quite it, either, but do you know what’s like feeling you’re unwanted everywhere? Because who you are has a big red ‘wrong’ sign attached to it?

“I just don’t want to go. I see, I can see a future here, and I think I’ve been in enough places where I have been unwanted, or wanted wrong, for me to deserve to have a shot at the future I say I want to have. Not the future I was supposed to have by whomever thinks knows me better than I know me.”

Out of all the reactions Saoirse could’ve had, J.C. wasn’t expecting them to stop leaning on their column, and open their arms for them.

Their smile was just as tender as their eyes. “I know you enough to know that if I ask if you want a hug, you’ll say no, but in about five seconds you’ll change your mind.”

Jules’ half laughed, half sobbed. Unable to fight Saoirse’s logic they closed the distance between them, wrapping their arms around their waist, as they felt Saoirse’s arms sling under their arms to hold them close and safe between their arms. Like they were protecting them — from what? Neither of them knew; neither of them asked.

Instead, Jules was happy to bury their face against Saoirse’s chest, taking in the smell of them mixed with linen of their shirt. Saoirse’s cheek rested against the top of their head, only moving to plant a kiss there.

“Julie?” Saoirse said. “I know more about cages than you’d think.”

“I never said anything of—”

“You don’t have to say it for me to know. Before I was what I am now, I was in one, so to speak. Trapped, perhaps, is a better word. Cages all look different, but they all feel the same. There are no cages here, you deserve better than that.”

“I know, I know that now.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Only if you keep calling me ‘Julie’.”

“Were you never told not to make deals with strange Gods?”

As they spoke, Saoirse brushed their lips against theirs, themselves an offering for Julianus to chase. Chase them they did, pressing their lips against Saoirse’s over and over again.

“You’re not a strange God. Or rather, you’re not a stranger to me… You know? You don’t have to tell me what you were before, but I will say this: whomever decided to trap you, is or was a fucking coward.”

Saoirse laughed, the sound ringing around the room on its own accord. Soon enough, Jules found themself laughing too.

No, of course they didn’t want to go.

#the arcana #the arcana oc #my writing #secrets of an ancient moon series #saoirse #jc sanlaurento #the janiverse #joirse #meredith #meredith's crew #yeah raleigh was real but we live in a world were the brits don't exist #dani's ocs

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Entertainment Weekly, May

Cover 1 of 3: The 2021 Oscars Issue -- Viola Davis

Page 2: Contents, the other covers with Chloe Zhao and Regina King

Page 6: Cold Open -- a bunch of random jibberish I can't even begin to classify

Page 16: The Must List -- The Underground Railroad

Page 18: The Department of Truth, The Mosquito Coast

Page 19: The Last Thing He Told Me by Laura Dave, Together Together

Page 20: Jakob's Wife, Frank of Ireland Q&A with Brian and Domhnall Gleeson

Page 22: Role Call -- Josh Duhamel

Page 23: Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir, Resident Evil Village

Page 24: My Must List -- Brian Tyree Henry

Page 27: Oscars 2021

Page 28: The Race Is On

Page 29: Dick Johnson Is Dead

Page 30: The Powerhouse -- with her record-breaking best actress nod for Ma Rainey's Black Bottom, Viola Davis proves she's Oscar royalty

Page 33: Riz Ahmed -- the Sound of Metal star on inhabiting a demanding role, and how the film uses sound to take the audience on his character's harrowing journey

Page 34: The Revelation -- Right after winning an Academy Award for her acting, Regina King directed her debut feature film, One Night in Miami to three Oscar nominations. Is there anything this woman can't do?

Page 38: The Front-Runner -- Chloe Zhao has already made Oscars history, now the Nomadland director is poised for a triumphant finish

Page 41: Carey Mulligan -- the Promising Young Woman nominee reveals how she broke the film's tension with costar Bo Burnham by singing a rendition of Paris Hilton's Stars Are Blind

Page 43: Original Screenplay -- The Trial of the Chicago 7

Page 44: Around the Table -- Making History -- how four of this year's Oscar-nominated films radically confront and reframe Black history in America -- Judas and the Black Messiah, The United States vs. Billie Holiday, One Night in Miami and Ma Rainey's Black Bottom

Page 45: Maria Bakalova -- how the Bulgarian breakout unleashed her inner wild child and found her character's heart during a pivotal scene in Borat Subsequent Moviefilm

Page 46: 5-Minute Oral History -- West Side Story -- in honor of its 60th anniversary, stars Rita Moreno and George Chakiris look back on their 1962 Oscar wins

Page 49: Daniel Kaluuya -- the two-time Oscar nominee on the power and responsibility of taking on revolutionary icon Fred Hampton in Judas and the Black Messiah

Page 52: Fire Starter -- how Angelina Jolie blazed a trail with Taylor Sheridan for the upcoming firefighting film Those Who Wish Me Dead, her first action film in more than a decade

Page 56: Romancing the Screen -- record breaker Bridgerton proved the power that love could have on the small screen. By satisfying audiences' pent-up lust, it became a cultural phenomenon: spawning a TikTok musical, landing star Rene-Jean Page an SNL hosting gig, and catapulting Julia Quinn's 20-year-old source material to the top of the New York Times best-seller list for the very first time, but will the Bridgerton Effect make Hollywood finally fall in love with romance novels?

Page 60: Demi's New Groove -- after detailing her harrowing 2018 overdose in a recent documentary, Demi Lovato returns with a newfound sense of stability and her first album of new material in four years

Page 66: Stand Up & Step Up -- For EW's Around the Table, Chloe Bennet, Dianne Doan, Daniel Dae Kim, Hari Kondabolu, Olivia Munn and George Takei discuss the rise violence against Asians, their experience as Asian artists, and how Hollywood can help crush stereotypes and be more inclusive

Page 70: News + Reviews

Page 71: TV -- whatever happened to the Men of Tomorrow? Everywhere you look there are supermen behaving badly. Is this a bold new era in superhero storytelling or cheap cynicism on steroids?

Page 77: Movies -- Bad Romance -- Amanda Seyfried and James Norton talk about their tragically doomed marriage in Things Heard and Seen

Page 78: Women Who Kick Ass -- Jodie Turner-Smith -- she's got a juicy role opposite Michael B. Jordan in Without Remorse and will lead Netflix's upcoming The Witcher prequel. Meet Hollywood's most exciting new action star

Page 79: Childlike Wonder -- David Oyelowo goes behind the camera for his mystical directorial debut The Water Man

Page 80: Three provocative new indies explore the beauty and pain of contemporary romance -- Monday, Hope, The Killing of Two Lovers

Page 81: My Favorite Shot, Oscars edition -- Tom Hooper in The King's Speech -- the filmmaker revisits a scene on the tenth anniversary of Speech's four Oscar wins, including Best Picture and Director

Page 82: Parental Guidance -- your crib sheet on the best entertainment for kids, from toddlers to tweens -- Q&A with Danny McBride -- the Righteous Gemstone shines in The Mitchells vs. the Machines as a luddite dad trying to save the world and his family

Page 84: TV -- First Look -- Never Have I Ever -- the comedy's second season is bringing in the big guns, casting Common as Nalini's love interest

Page 85: License to Thrill -- after smashing the charts with Drivers License, Olivia Rodrigo is ready for her High School Musical: The Musical: The Series character to follow in her footsteps in season 2

Page 86: Cruel Summer

Page 87: The Transformation -- Oh, Boy! It took five years, but Nasim Pedrad's new TBS comedy Chad has finally made it to TV. Here, Pedrad details her transformation into an awkward 14-year-old boy

Page 88: The Nevers

Page 89: First Look -- Solos -- from creator David Weil, this futuristic anthology series explores the depths of human connection through the lens of eight remote characters

Page 90: First Look -- Hacks -- after four decades in showbiz, Jean Smart is living out some Hollywood dreams in her new series

* Strike a Final Pose -- FX is about to say goodbye to its her-story-making Pose. Here's why season 3 offered a proper ending

Page 91: Global Viewing -- these three series all debuting on Earth Day offer new insights into nature and science, with a little help from David Attenborough, Greta Thunberg and Sigourney Weaver: Life in Color with David Attenborough, Greta Thunberg: A Year to Change the World, Secrets of Whales

Page 94: What to Watch

Page 98: Music -- Hungry Heart -- after a devastating 2018, Eric Church left Nashville and made his favorite project ever which is the three-part Heart & Soul in a restaurant

Page 100: Bebe Rexha

* My Hometown -- Saweetie by the Bay -- the My Type rapper makes hella sure to add a little bit of California into everything she makes

Page 101: Greta Van Fleet

Page 102: Jhay Cortez -- meet the 28-year-old who co-wrote Cardi B's I Like It, and whose sophomore album Timelezz drops later this year

Page 104: Books -- Seoul Food -- singer-turned-author Michelle Zauner, who goes by the moniker Japanese Breakfast, paints a vivid portrait of identity, loss, and a mother's love in her memoir Crying in H Mart

Page 106: Pop Culture of My Life -- Leslie Jordan -- the actor and Instagram star is releasing a new essay, How Y'all Doing? Here, he divulges his own Southern charm

Page 108: The Air Up There -- with Great Circle, best-selling novelist Maggie Shipstead puts a smartly feminist spin on the old-fashioned adventure tale

Page 109: A Lot Like Love -- in the short-story collection Love in Color, British-Nigerian author Bolu Babalola smashes the patriarchy of the classic folktale

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journal entry, from a tablet

so, my laptop broke

well, i broke my laptop

well, i knocked over a full cup of water onto my laptop, and it thusly perished

I'm sad as fuck, that laptop has been with me thru so much, and i cant afford to replace it, so i guess im doing all of my Posting on this tablet. the thought of doing everything thru my phone is pain.

if theres a way to put a readmore link via the tumblr app, like a text shortcut or something, I'll put one if i find it. until then, this is just a whole ass post. (i hope tumblr has an edit feature now without having to go thru xkit)

anyway, hi, call me Sol. idk if ive ever introduced myself on here, so there's that

I'm gonna be offering readings soon. like, mostly cards (tarot & oracle cards) and maybe some channeling and aura portraits if i can figure out how to offer them digitally. (the latter is easy to offer digitally, the former is not; i guess i gotta figure out the right medium lol)

also gonna set up a patreon, if i can get that figured out

welp,

thats the post

l8r sk8rs cya on the flip

solid,

Sol

#journal #tarot #channeling #readings

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Inquiring Minds Want To Know [one-shot]

Blanket Fic Disclaimer

Original Prompt by: Anonymous

" you know how men rate girls on the scale of their hotness? And that girls do the same? But the difference is that men are scaled not on their hotness, but on the size of their penis" I read this line somewhere and was hoping if you can make a fic related to it? Cause that would be awesome 😂😂”

Author’s Note: As promised during Evil Author Day, my goal is to actually finish some of my WIPs this year. So, here’s one that a lot of people have been asking about.

Warning: Total crack. Like seriously. It’s going into the Poor Judgement ‘verse along with the other ridiculous stuff I come up with.

Beta Reader: *None but me and my editing software :)

Read it on Ao3 if you’re a registered user!

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“And, it’s official!” Sakura declares, pouring the last bit of sake into her cup before raising it in front of her. “The Fourth Annual Sexy Wives of Konoha Summit is now in session. Kanpai!”

The rest of the women in the back booth of the izakaya raise their own porcelain cups and chorus, “Kanpai!” before tipping back the alcohol.

“Can I just say, I think our summit is a lot more fun than the Kage summit?” Tenten suggests.

“Definitely,” Temari agrees. “More alcohol, which I’m in favor of.”

“And we probably have more interesting stuff to talk about,” Karui decides.

“Does anyone actually know what they’re talking about?” Ino wants to know.

“Something about tariffs,” Hinata replies. “Or…sheep, I think. Maybe both.”

“Or aliens,” Sakura submits.

“Or aliens.”

“You know what they should be talking about?” Ino wants to know. “Better footwear for shinobi. I mean, seriously, the athletic sandals we used to wear as genin? Do you know how much blood and muck I used to get between my toes? It’s a nationwide crisis, is what it is.”

“Yeah!” Manako agrees. “Screw aliens.”

“Or preferably don’t,” Sakura muses. “Since that’s how you get god-tier ninja prone to insanity and several lifetimes of angst on repeat.” Everyone glances at her curiously and her clears her throat. “Never mind.”

The other women murmur their agreements, clink their cups, and drink deep again.

Ino glances at her watch. “So how long do you think we have?”

“Until Sai instigates a fight between Naruto and Sasuke, and one or both of them go flying out of the Hokager Tower,” Sakura replies sagely.

Temari shakes her head. “You know, there are days when I think I married the biggest pain in the ass, and then I remember who you married.”

“Are those the days you take a break from bullying Shikamaru to stuff him with food?”? Ino teases.

“I wouldn’t have to stuff him with food if the idiot would just eat during the day.”

“Naruto’s the same,” Hinata sighs. “They’re so busy all the time. And it’s starting to affect the children. Boruto’s been acting out more and more since Naruto became the Hokage. And Himawari’s entered to ‘no’ stage.”

“I know how to fix that one,” Karui says. “If she keeps saying no, ask her if she wants something sweet. When she ‘nopes’ herself out of a treat a few times, that will stop.

“Augh! Are you kidding?!” Ino interrupts suddenly. “Are we seriously talking about our husbands and kids?”

“What’s wrong with that?” Sakura asks.

“Besides the fact we always talk about our husbands and kids? Come on, ladies, get it together! Just because we have babies now doesn’t make us any less badass. Let’s live it up!”

“Four more terrifying words were never uttered,” Temari says.

“Gai in a thong,” Manako offers without missing a beat.

Tenten and Karui spit out the drinks they were sipping, while Ino and Sakura groan. Even Hinata gives a bit of a shudder.

“I stand corrected,” the blond woman says, tipping her own drink in acknowledgement.

“I’m both intensely curious and terrified of the thoughts in your head,” Sakura informs the Inuzuka woman. “And I’ve been a medic in warzones.”

“We all have our little talents,” Manako says. “So—what’s the plan for tonight? Drinking games?”

“Obviously,” Ino says. “But how can we make it more fun?”

“We could go to the Hokage Rock and draw all over Naruto’s face. Not like doesn’t have it coming.”

“How can we make it more fun without getting arrested,” Sakura amends, rolling her eyes.

“Who’s going to arrest you? You’re a hero of Konoha.”

“We could do karaoke,” Tenten suggests. “There’s a new place that opened a few blocks away.”

“No one wants to hear me sing,” Temari says, while Hinata desperately shakes her head; she still tends to avoid any kind of public attention.

“All that stuff sounds complicated,” Karui says. “And it involves more walking around than I feel like tonight.”

“Assuming you can even walk at the end of the night.”

“That too.”

“What about Truth or Dare?” Manako offers, all would-be-innocence. “That’s always a crowd pleaser.”

That earns a few groans.

“That’s so predictable,” Ino complains. “We seriously can’t come up with anything else?”

“Well, we could do ‘Never Have I Ever’, but somebody’s husband officially blacklisted that game two years ago.”

Everyone looks at Hinata, who shrugs. “I still don’t know why he did that. Something about village morals.”

“If it involved anyone affiliated with Team 7, I don’t want to know,” Tenten says decisively.

“Now that that’s settled,” Manako nods and leers at Ino. “Truth or dare?”

“Oh my god, are we actually doing this?” she groans, and throws back her sake. “Okay. Fine. Truth.”

“Lame,” Sakura accuses.

“I’ll remind you when it’s your turn.”

Manako, after thinking about it a few moments, grins. “Alright. I’ve got one: if Sai wanted to roleplay during sex, who or what would you want him to role play as?”

Ino’s jaw drops. “Are you kidding me?”

“Wow, she went right for the dirty stuff on the first go,” Tenten guffaws.

“And you’re surprised by this?” Temari quips.

“Anytime now, Ino-pig.”

“I’m going to get you back for this.”

“You’re stalling,” Manako singsongs. “Do I need to come up with a penalty dare?” She grins, sharp canines giving her a wolfish look.

“No!” Ino snaps, rightly wary of any dare the older woman might conceive of. She purses her lips for a moment, cheeks still burning bright, and then holds her head up as if deciding she won’t be embarrassed by this. “I’m the daimyo’s virginal daughter and Sai’s the court artist commissioned to paint my portrait, only as soon as we’re alone he seduces me. Only we have to be completely quiet or we’ll get caught.”

The other women giggle a little at that.

“That seems very well thought out,” Manako says. “Also, kind of tame for what I expected from you.”

“What exactly did you expect, some kind of dominatrix fantasy?” Ino grumbles. “Sai’s very literal. It’s hard to get him to pretend things outside of what he knows.”

“That sounds an awful lot like it’s something you’ve actually done.”

“Forehead, truth or dare,” Ino orders, the abruptness more telling than an actual verbal answer.

Manako sniggers as Sakura rolls her eyes, folds her arms as if expecting a challenge, and replies, “Dare.”

“Coward.”

“Bite me.”

They stick their tongues out at each other.

“Fine. Wimp out. I dare you to…” Ino casts about for a moment, and then smirks. “I dare you to do a body shot off Hinata’s chest.”

“What?!” the Hokage’s wife squeaks as the other women roar with laughter.

“Now who’s going right for the dirty stuff?” Manako jeers. “Although I can’t say I disapprove.”

“That’s not…why would you…?” Hinata looks like there might be steam coming out of her ears.

“Relax, Hinata,” Sakura grumbles. “I’m not going to do something you’re uncomfortable with, and she knows it.” She juts her chin out at her best friend. “What’s the penalty truth?”

“Does Sasuke ever motorboat you?” Ino asks immediately. “Or try to, considering your lack of breasts.”

“Shots fired,” Tenten murmurs to Temari, who nods with a smirk.

“I hate you,” Sakura mutters, mortified. “And no. He doesn’t. Mostly because I don’t actually think he knows what that means.”

“I really, really believe that,” Manako says honestly.

“You have an awful lot to say tonight, Manako—how about you? Truth or dare.”

“Truth,” she replies, sipping from her cup. “I have no shame.”

Sakura raises an eyebrow at that, and then smiles in a good approximation of the older woman’s own merciless smirk. “What is the sappiest, most lovey-dovey, non-sexual thing you and Kakashi have ever done?”

Manako splutters, sake going everywhere as she coughs and tries to breathe.

“Penalty,” she gasps out, glaring at Sakura.

“So much for no shame,” Temari says.

“I dare you to…” Sakura thinks about it and then grins, “I dare you to let Tenten cut and style your hair with just a kunai.”

There’s a chorus of impressed ohs.

Manako glares. “I just got it back to the length I like since the boys were born.”

“Well, you could always just answer the question from before…”

Manako huffs and climbs unapologetically across the table to sit in front of Tenten. “Well, go on.”

“Bold of you to assume I have a kunai,” the other woman says.

“You own a weapons shop and you’re a shinobi. Of course you have a kunai.”

“I was planning on a night of drinking with the girls, not battle.” When everyone gives her unimpressed looks, she pouts and digs a blade out from the hidden pocket of her pants. “I was going to leave it home…”

“Sure you were,” Karui says, earning Manako’s attention.

“You know, you’ve been uncharacteristically quiet this whole time,” she says, frowning as Tenten begins to consider her back-length tresses.

“Why interrupt good entertainment?”

“Interrupt this—truth or dare.”

“Dare.”

“Take off your underwear and hang it from the light fixture for the rest of the night.”

“Who says I’m wearing underwear?”

“Then your bra. We know you’re wearing one of those, we see the padding.”

“I don’t have padding. All this gloriousness is me,” Karui retorts, cupping her breasts. “And you’re just daring me that because you want to see my tits.”

“Guilty,” Manako agrees.

“Sex and underwear. You’re kind of an unimaginative lot, aren’t you?” Temari wants to know as Karui begins shifting and shimmying her bra out from beneath her sleeveless dress.

“Sex and underwear and impromptu kunai make-overs,” Sakura corrects.

“If I come out of this looking like a porcupine, I’m sending the twins to visit you every day for a month,” Manako vows.

“Oi! Why me? Tenten’s the one cutting your hair!”

“You’re the one who came up with the idea.”

“My turn,” Karui interrupts as she drapes her brassier from the lamp above their table. Across the room, the few patrons still remaining murmur at the scandal. “Temari, truth or dare.”

“Dare,” Temari says.

The former Kumonin takes a few seconds to think about it, and then reaches for her purse to remove a tiny vial.

“This is Killer Wasabi,” she says with a smirk. “The hottest sauce available on the continent.”

“And you just happen to carry it around?” Ino asks.

“It’s not my fault the food in Konoha is so bland.”

“And yet I’ve never seen you refuse any of it.”

“That would be rude,” Karui says, affecting primness before her expression becomes mischievous again. She returns her attention to Temari. “This recipe was created by the first Raikage, and then passed down from teacher to student across the generations. It’s so hot it can make a grown man pass out if consumed in large quantities.” She places the vial on the table. “So that’s what I dare you to do. Take a swig of this straight.”

Temari blinks.

“That’s it?” she deadpans.

“Bii-sensei challenged the Fourth Raikage to take a gulp of it straight from the bottle and the man cried.”

“Shit. He didn’t even cry when he got his arm cut off, I heard,” Manako murmurs.

Temari considers the tiny vial, shrugs, and then upends it into her mouth.

Everyone stares.

“You’re not…you’re not human, are you?” Tenten murmurs.

“Are we sure it’s your brother that was possessed by a demon and not you?” Manako wants to know.

“Not possible,” Karui declares. “That’s just…not possible!”

“I went to the dentist today and can’t feel my tongue,” Temari confesses, earning groans and shouts from the others.

“Cheater!”

“Treachery!”

“You suck.”

“You didn’t ask,” Temari says with a shrug and turns to Tenten. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

“Temari!”

“I’m just continuing the trend of inappropriate questions,” the former Sunanin shrugs.

“Fess up, Tenten!” Ino cheers, spilling a bit of sake as she chugs it.

“Personally, I wouldn’t trust any dare Temari comes up with,” Karui says.

“Fine,” Tenten hedges. “I was seventeen.”

“Really?” Ino purrs. “Who was it?”

“I’m not telling,” Tenten says primly.

“Was it Neji?”

“Don’t be insensitive!” Sakura hisses, smacking her.

“Ow! Watch it with the hamfists!”

Tenten is quick to change the subject. “Hinata—truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Hinata murmurs warily, as if not sure which is likely to be the worse choice.

“What was the most embarrassing thing you’ve shouted during sex?”

Hinata squeaks, pressing her flushed face into her hands.

“You’re going to give her a nosebleed,” Karui says.

“She could have chosen dare.”

“Do you actually expect her to answer that?”

Hinata mumbles something into her palms.

“What was that?” Ino asks. “Didn’t quite catch that.”

“‘Cauliflower’,” the Hokage’s wife mutters, only a hair louder but still audible.

Her friends all stare at her for a beat, trying to parse what they just heard, and then—

“EEEHHHH?!?”

“Seriously?!” Ino shrieks.

“What the hell, really?” Manako laughs. “What even…?”

“I was pregnant,” Hinata mumbles. “And craving.”

“Apparently,” Temari drawls.

“How did hubby take that?” Manako asks.

“He…he, um, went to buy some.”

“Actually?” Sakura want to know. “Or do you mean he sent a clone?”

“Um. No, he actually…he got all flustered, and confused,” Hinata admits. “And ran off to the market. He came home with about two dozen of them.”

“Cauliflowerus-interruptus,” Manako shakes her head. “I hope it was good cauliflower.”

“It’s cauliflower,” Tenten drawls. “There’s no way that’s better than sex.”

“Hey, food can be better than sex,” Karui protests. “And not only when you’re pregnant.”

“Well now I know what we should ask you next time you choose truth…”

“Except it’s not your turn to ask.”

All eyes go to Hinata.

“Hinata, ask me something so that I can go next,” Manako orders.

“If you go next, I won’t be the one answering,” Karui promises.

“Um…” Hinata bites her lips, and then nods and asks Manako, “Who was your first love?” she asks.

“Izumi Uchiha,” Manako replies without any hesitation or embarrassment.

“What, really?” Ino asks, eyes wide.

“Did I stutter?”

“That’s…that makes sense actually,” Sakura says. “You told me once that you’d loved an Uchiha, but I thought…I mean, you kind of implied…”

“That it was a guy?”

“Pretty much.”

“Contrary to popular belief, not all Uchiha are men,” Manako replies.

“You wouldn’t know it the way the history books are written,” Sakura mutters.

“Temari! Have I got a dare for you—”

“Truth,” the other woman says instantly. “As if I would be stupid enough to choose one of your dares.”

“I’m wounded. But alright, fine. Let me asks you the most important truth I can think of.”

Temari raises an eyebrow, but her face remains as stolid as ever. “Fine.”

But Manako doesn’t speak. Instead, she holds the tips of her index fingers together and then slowly starts to pull them apart.

For a moment no one knows what she is doing, but as the distance grows between the fingers—three inches, four inches—comprehension dawns on everyone.

“Oh my god!” Sakura sputters, before pressing her hand against her mouth to muffle her laughter.

Temari doesn’t answer or change her expression as Manako continues to move her fingers apart—five inches, six inches—and Hinata squeaks, cheeks filled with so much blood she appears about to faint. Seven inches, eight—

“Okay, now I’m actually getting worried for you,” the older woman says.

“You have no idea,” Temari replies, leaning back with her arms crossed and a satisfied smirk on her face.

“I can’t hear this!” Ino wails. “He’s like…ugh, he’s like my brother and you just…that image! I will never get that image out of my head.”

“Shit,” Karui says. “How are you still walking upright, woman?”

Even Tenten looks impressed.

“Okay, we have to get this out of the way right now, so no one else decides to draw it out over a bunch of Truths,” Ino says. “Over and done with. On a scale of one to ten—”

“On a scale of one to Shikamaru,” Manako sniggers.

Ino shoots her a dirty look. “On a scale of one to ten—”

Sakura interrupts. “The average length is about five inches. It’s beyond the norm to have a penis larger than—”

Hinata yelps in protest, and Karui gives her an unimpressed look. “You’ve had two children and copious amounts of sex, and the word ‘penis’ bothers you?”

“It’s…it’s not a very nice word,” the Hokage’s wife mutters, embarrassed.

“It’s not a very nice-looking body part, but it gets the job done.”

“Especially if you’re Temari, apparently,” Tenten chuckles.

“She’s got a point, though. Sometimes I wish I was only into women, so I didn’t have to look at a penis,” Manako says. “It’s one thing to know it’s there—and hey, I benefit greatly from having a partner that has one—but given the choice…” She seesaws her right hand up and down. “Honestly, I could do without.”

“You’d still be with Kakashi even if he didn’t have a dick?” Karui asks, surprised.

“Of course! You don’t know what that mouth is capable of—”

“Does he even have a mouth?” Sakura wonders.

“—and even if that wasn’t the case? Dildos exist for a reason. Whether you have a dick or not,” Manako decides. The raises an eyebrow at Karui. “Are you saying if Chōji was in an accident tomorrow and lost his balls, you’d stop being with him?”

“What? No! And besides, what accident would that be? He barely even goes out on missions anymore.”

“Actually, there are several ways a man can lose—” Sakura begins.

“I wasn’t actually asking,” Karui rolls her eyes.

“I think we’re all getting wildly off-topic here,” Ino interjects. “Now! On a scale of one to—”

“—Shikamaru,” Manako and Tenten say at the same time, grinning irreverently.

“—where do our guys fall?”

“I think that’s an inaccurate rating system,” Sakura protests. “Size can’t be the only factor.”

“Yeah, what about girth?” Manako wants to know. “It’s all well and good if a guy’s eight inches long, but if his dick’s as thin as a pencil, it’s pretty much useless.”

“And what about stamina? It’s not like it moves on its own,” Karui adds.

“Oh! And proper aim! Or, you know, additional use of fingers. Nothing worse than sex with someone who thinks penetration is the only way to get a woman off,” Tenten adds,

“Gods, this is turning into some kind of quadratic equation,” Ino complains.

“It’s not that hard,” Sakura protests. There are several laughs at that, and she rolls her eyes. “Pun not intended. But anyway, let’s say we have four categories—length, girth, stamina and miscellaneous—”

“What about…” Hinata begins, her voice barely above a whisper, and then she adds, “What about the feelings you have for your partner? That…I’m sure that makes a difference.”

The other women consider, and the nod in agreement.

“Alright, so we have five criteria, so if we put those out of ten, average them out and then assign them a value on the spectrum of one to—”

—Shikamaru,” Karui, Manako and Tenten chorus.

“Stop that!” Ino snaps.

“—then it would be more accurate,” Sakura finishes.

“If you’re still able to do math, you’re not drunk enough,” Temari informs Sakura.

“You have no idea what I’m capable of when I’m drunk,” Sakura retorts. “And besides—I don’t get drunk.”

“Oh, so that wasn’t you Sasuke was carting home from dinner last weekend, slung over his shoulder and staring at his ass?” Ino challenges. “Hm, must have been some other pink haired lush with a mutant forehead.”

They glare at each other.

“9/10,” Sakura says at last. “There’s some stuff Sasuke’s a bit shy about or doesn’t bother with, but everything else makes up for it.”

“9/10 for Sai, too,” Ino agrees.

“You’re just saying that to compete with me.”

“Says you! My husband happens to be an excellent lover.”

“Except when he accidentally says something insulting and ruins the mood, I’m guessing,” Sakura says. “He does it in normal conversation, so I’m pretty sure he’s done it during sex too.”

“Stop thinking about my husband having sex!”

“Can’t think about her husband, can’t think about her not-brother…who can we think about having sex?” Manako wants to know and Tenten sniggers.

“Choji’s an 8,” Karui says, interrupting the argument. “But that’s just because he keeps wanting to bring food into bed. And then one or both of us gets distracted.”

“Ugh!” Ino cries. “Stop telling me things I can’t unhear!”

“Shikamaru’s an 8 too,” Temari says, earning surprised glances. “And only because he falls asleep a lot.”

“Oh, Naruto does that too,” Hinata agrees. “They’re both so busy at work.”

“So Naruto’s also an 8?”

“No. He’s a 10.”

“No way Naruto’s a 10,” Sakura insists.

“Yeah, he’s got to have something wrong with him,” Ino agrees. “ I mean…he’s Naruto.”

“10,” Hinata maintains firmly, and whether it’s out of loyalty or reality, everyone senses it’s better not to ask.

“Well, Kakashi’s an easy 10,” Manako says. “But that’s just because he has more experience than any of your men.”

“Whatever, you old crone.”

“Now that we’ve established all of that,” Temari interrupts, “I believe it was my turn to ask…” She trails off, considering her next victim, and then smirks at Hinata. “Truth or Dare?”

“T-truth.”

“Was your wedding night the first time Naruto saw you naked?” Temari wants to know.

The other women burst into laughter.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Hinata groans.

“You could always choose dare.”

“Which would be…?”

Temari considers, and then nods to herself. “Pick someone in this room and lick their cheek.”

“I volunteer,” Manako says immediately.

“You would,” Sakura mutters.

“You’re full of hair,” Ino points out. “She’d probably get a hairball.”

“That’s cats,” Manako sniffs, shaking her head.

“Stop moving if you don’t want me cutting off an ear,” Tenten warns her.

“It wasn’t.”

The words are so quiet, they almost go unnoticed.

Almost.

“It wasn’t?” Temari repeats, staring intently at Hinata.

“You mean you gave it up before you got married?” Ino blurts out. “Wow, Hinata, I never knew you had it in you—”

“No! That wasn’t—we didn’t—Temari asked about the first time he saw me naked, not when we slept together,” Hinata complains, normally pale skin darkened by a blush and her pale eyes flashing with a hint of temper. “And that night wasn’t the first time. We were out on a mission once when we were chunin and I was meditating by the river and I didn’t have clothes on.”

“And he barged right in?” Sakura supplies. “Pervert.”

“He didn’t know I was there,” Hinata protests.

“Sure he didn’t…”

Hinata folds her arms and frowns. “Ino, truth or dare.”

“Oi! I make one comment and now you’re going to pick on me?”

Hinata raises an eyebrow.

“Truth,” Ino says, not quite trusting the usually innocent Hinata; it’s always the quiet ones that are the most dangerous, after all.

The Hokage’s wife ponders, and then a truly uncanny smile appears on her face, one that would look more at home on Naruto than her. “I heard somewhere that you perfected the Yamanaka technique of switching souls within bodies. So have you ever—I mean, on purpose—switched with Sai…you know…during?”

Ino’s jaw drops.

As does everyone else’s.

Sakura is the first to speak. “Well, I never would have saw that one coming.”

She almost sounds impressed.

“You have a dirty, dirty mind,” Manako says. “Good for you.”

“I think you broke Ino,” Temari points out, and everyone glances at the other blond woman who looks as if her brain has short-circuited.

“I think that’s a yes,” Sakura says, eyes gleaming with mischief. “She only over looks like that when she’s been caught out.”

“No way,” Karui says in awe. “So you’ve actually—?”

Ino snaps out of. “You’re all being ridiculous.”

“That’s not a no.”

“Stop it!”

“That’s a yes!”

“No it’s not!”

“So you actually know what it’s like to have sex as a guy?” Manako wants to know. “This I have to hear.”

“No, I don’t—stop putting words in my mouth! Truth! I choose a penalty truth!”

“Well-played,” Temari informs Hinata, who smiles sheepishly, before asking Ino, “If you could sleep with any of the Kage, past or present, who would you choose?”

“Nice one,” Sakura approves.

Ino thinks about it, and then says, “Kurutsuchi.”

Everyone gasps at that.

“Seriously?” Manako asks.

“Did I stutter?” Ino shoots back, echoing her words back.

“I thought you were completely straight,” Tenten says, surprised.

“I am. But given the fact that everyone else is or was either ugly, old, creepy or evil, I stand by my choice. Especially since Hinata said sleep and didn’t necessarily say have sex with.”

“Boo,” Sakura accuses. “You’re not supposed to logic your way out of an embarrassing truth. In fact, you’re not supposed to be sober enough to logic your way out of an embarrassing truth.”

“I’m just that good,” Ino sniffs.

“In your own mind, maybe…”

“Shut up. No, wait. Don’t shut up. Truth or dare?”

“Didn’t you already ask her?” Karui wants to know.

“Shh! It’s bound to be a good one,” Manako interrupts her. By now, her hair has been chopped off into an uneven, bristly pixie cut, and Tenten is grumbling as she pushes long locks of hair off of herself.

“I hope the manager of this place doesn’t mind cleaning this up,” she mutters to herself. “Maybe I can give him a discount at my store or something…”

“Okay, okay, I’ve got one, I’ve got one,” Ino interrupts, waving her hands to make everyone else shut up. “Okay—Sakura. Imagine you get Sasuke to agree to have a threesome with you and another guy—"

“Tch! Sure, in a parallel universe,” Sakura snorts, and then pauses, blinking. “On second thought, having met the Sasuke from a parallel universe, I think he might actually be into that sort of thing.”

“Wow,” Temari says with a blink. “I don’t know whether that’s hot or disturbing.”

“Hot,” Tenten decides.

“Disturbing,” Karui says at the same time.

“Both?” Hinata suggests tentatively.

“Both,” Manako says with a definitive note in her voice.

“All of you shut up, I haven’t finished my question!” Ino snaps, and the other women glance back at her. She renews her grin at Sakura. “So—say you get Sasuke to agree to a threesome with another guy, but it has to be a guy from your genin squad—”

“Ino!”

“—who would it be?”

“That’s not fair!” Sakura protests. “Three of them are married—”

“Kakashi and I aren’t married, we’re living in sin,” Manako interjects.

“—to people sitting in this room!”

“Well, fine, if you’re going to whine about it—for the purposes of this truth we can include members of your chūnin squad, too.”

“That’s no different!”

“If you don’t tell the truth, you have to do the dare,” Ino sing-songs.

Cheeks burning and expression mutinous, Sakura spends a few seconds considering the lesser of two evils, and then sighs. “Fine. Kakashi.”

There’s a burst of uproarious laughter and squealing.

“No way!” Ino protests. “He’s so old!”

“He’s not old, he’s experienced,” Manako corrects with would-be-haughtiness. “And a girl could do worse.”

“It has nothing to do with that!” Sakura cries and goes, if possible, even more red. “It’s the choice that makes the most sense! If it were Naruto, he and Sasuke would forget all about me and start some ridiculous competition—probably measuring their dicks or something—”

Everyone laughs, and even red-faced and perpetually embarrassed Hinata cocks her head to one side as if to say, ‘fair point’.

“—and that would end in a fist-fight. Then there’s Sai, who would have a comment for everything, and Sasuke would take it as criticism, and that would end in a fistfight,” she goes on, ticking options off her fingers while Temari snorts and takes another sip of sake.

“—and Yamato-taichou would be so unbelievable uncomfortable he would pass out—”

“Also, didn’t Sasuke stab him once?” Temari wants to know.

“—yeah, exactly! I doubt he’d want to get it on with the guy who stabbed him.”

“I don’t know if that would make a difference. Sasuke’s stabbed Naruto half a dozen times, and Naruto would probably still be down to fu—”

“Manako, if you finish that sentence, I will slip cocoa into your food and watch you asphyxiate to death in front of me,” Sakura vows, glancing over Hinata with the urge to press her hands over the other woman’s ears.

“Doesn’t setting off a severe enough allergic reaction that is causes anaphylactic shock violate the Medic-Nin’s Oath?” Manako challenges, and then makes a face. “Huh. Say that ten times fast.”

“There are loopholes,” Sakura replies primly.

“Sure there are…”

“Why are we focusing on Sakura becoming a murderer, and not on the fact that she wants to bone her former jōnin instructor?” Karui wants to know.

“I never said I wanted to bone him! It was Truth or Dare question!”

“Hmph. I personally would have gone with the Dare…”

“I don’t know,” Ino muses slowly. “I guess it could be interesting. I mean, he does read those books all the time.” She shoots Manako a questioning look. “Or does that not carry over?”

The older woman grins wolfishly. “Oh, it does. It really, really does.”

“La-la-la, I can’t hear you,” Sakura sings. Forget putting her hands over Hinata’s ears, she’s clapped them so hard to her head that she feels a bit of suction between palm and ear.

A sudden explosion rips through the air, sending a shockwave through the entire restaurant; it’s strong enough to knock Karui’s brassier from the lamp fixture. Outside, violent purple and fiery orange light up the night, behind the ruins of the Hokage tower.

“I guess that’s our cue,” Sakura sighs, getting up.

“Husband wrangling time,” Ino agrees.

“Who’s getting the bill?” Karui wants to know.

Everyone exchanges glances, and quickly stick their forefingers on their nose, except for Manako, who’s investigating her shorn hair. Noticing them all, she groans.

“Oh, that’s nice. Pick on the girl without super ninja reflexes.”

終わり

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So, there you go. It’s complete and utter crack, and totally just written for the sake of dialogue more than anything else. And all the sex info you never knew you wanted to know :P

Hope you guys had a bit of a laugh!

(Also, it occurs to me that Manako is the Naruto’verse equivalent of Captain Jack Harkness…)

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3x16 Reaction / Commentary

Alec “Proud Puppy” Lightwood

THAT FACE HAHA. Also crêpes man I'm jealous.

Rude man, don't rip him away from his hard earned waffles.

This is so hilarious to me, okay, this prompting hand flick Alec does (which you can't see here because I can't gif, only screenshot ahahaha) man I love it. Sadly I didn't find a gif of this yet, so I can't put one :( I can't even put into words why it's so hilarious to me. And Magnus's sceptical gaze hahaha.

Edit: I FOUND ONE

HAHAHA HELL YEAH

I mean we all knew this was fake, not least because it implies Magnus is wearing the same outfit two days in a row and obviously this would NEVER happen, but also because in no universe does Alec have smooth dance moves. It's a law of nature.

lol is this an innuendo or something because I don't get it, pls help

Tiny waist touch is spotted and highly appreciated.

That scene transition was brilliant and there is nothing else to say about it. I lost count of how many times I've rewatched it because it's awesome. The way Alec's voice sounds slighty off, the way Magnus gets heavier in his arms, the way everything spins out of focus, and Alec's last “Stay with me” sounds almost hard with urgency.

When I first saw this I was legit yelling at the screen why the hell Alec is just shaking him instead of, idk, doing CPR but I did him a grave injustice there because he actually does and I really appreciate that. (Though, if he learned first aid I wonder all the more about 3x12 (or was it 3x13, I lost count lol) where he just lets Sentry Guy die without even trying to save him.)

That being said, I'm really happy we got to see the immediate aftershocks of it because I was half afraid this episode would just start with Magnus in the infirmary bed. Still, I have a question. Who called Catarina? Izzy? Because why is she then so shocked when she learns Magnus is not breathing? When she presumably first entered the room to receive the instruction to call Catarina, did she not... wonder why Alec was cpr-ing him? Or did Magnus not immediately stop breathing after collapsing but just, faded slowly while Alec had already told Izzy to call Catarina? I kinda wanna know the mechanics here.

I mean, no surprise there if you keep killing them?? Ahahaha.

My fangirl brain: What, General Amaya from the Dragon Prince is gonna appear? Sign me the hell up!!!! My rest-brain catching up: No this is not a crossover and no, r is not y and just, no. My fangirl brain: :<

........ignoring the fact that summoning her is super stupid, there's also the tiny detail that they don't have leverage why would she help them are they just gonna say “pretty please”?? I can't believe them.

lol Bohemian if you see this, this panel is only for you to haunt your dreams XD hehehe sorry sorry but I just couldn't resist XD

Wtf I can't believe those words just came out of his mouth. Jace, you're gonna start with a pep talk? You were possessed and forced to do things against your will, you should know better than this. Honestly.

The way his voice goes up, just kill me now.

THIS DETAIL OH MY GOD

I absolutely loved this scene, in terms of acting it was perfect and it was painfully in character for Alec to blame himself for everything that's not going alright with someone he loves. The problem I have however (because come on, there's always a problem with me) is that they genuinely want to tell me that Alec didn't realize Magnus was faking it? Magnus loses his magic and he “doesn't think twice”? I mean, that's either really really insensitive or really really stupid. And Alec might be insensitive sometimes, but not like that and he surely isn't that stupid. So, uh, I don't really like that bit. Again, if he was secretly happy that Magnus's immortality is gone that's one more thing to feel intensely shitty about, I get that, but being secretly glad how things turned out and not realizing the other person is suffering from how things turned out are two entirely different things. And just, tf Alec. He can't possibly be that dense, can he, that he genuinely thought Magnus was okay with this. Even if he thought this was something Magnus could get used to in the long run, he didn't expect him to need some kind of settling-in period? Really??

HELL YEAH I STAN CAT SO HARD IN THIS SCENE. And I'm so glad she's the voice of reason in this.... after deigning to appear at long effing last ahahaha sorry not sorry for that dig XD Look it's not her fault, it's the screen writers'.

I got a soft spot for Simon calling her Fray. Also, high-key loving how they're all sitting there waiting for news and finally acknowledging that something's up with Magnus.

LOL CLARY TELL US HOW YOU REALLY FEEL. Kidding. It was the Evil Rune at work again, even though she's nowhere near fire. Maybe it was the hypnotic neon lights? In any case, this is becoming a real problem lol. (No, tbh I found that outbreak totally hilarious XD)

.............................*sigh* I mean, your fierce determination doesn't change the fact that this plan is doomed to fail and you still don't have any leverage over Lilith, but sure. Go off.

YEAH BECAUSE AS SHE PROVED SHE HAS COMMON SENSE. Though I really hope she also told Alec about this dumb-ass request by his dumb-ass parabatai so he can intervene. But, tbh I don't really expect that to happen. *sigh*

Kill herself and then revive herself, hoping a short moment of death is enough to severe the connection? Or maybe, uh, try to use her rune power to cancel her Evil Rune instead of summoning Lilith??? Just for starters.

WTF I CAN'T BELIEVE I'D SEE THE DAY WHERE J A C E IS THE VOICE OF REASON WTF COLOR ME IMPRESSED I LOVE IT

“See, I infused it with a strong dose of Plot Convenience, so that shouldn't be an issue.”

THE PORTRAIT IN THE BACKGROUND HAHAHAHAHAHA

“Why? Why do you hate him so much?” “It's simple. All my life I've had to sit by and watch...”

Thanks for 100% confirming my headcanon, I do love that :)

BAM!!!

I really like the detail that he's so out of breath from the magic, it shows that it was probably more harmful that just a shove back? Oh the questions I want to ask.....

Bitch you're 484 don't round down so much hahaha

Is Lorenzo actually gonna be swayed by this????????????????????? uh

Edit: Ahahaha we later learn he actually is and obviously I had to write a ficlet about it, so uuuuh whatever I'll put it at the end with all my other shameless self promo I'll include in this thing XD

OH YEAH I remember the “Different outfits for different occasions” comment from 2x19 I wonder what she'll wear? The same, or even older??? Btw why does she share a smile with Meliorn as if this is a private joke? Because, like, it isn't.

I mean that's touching and all, but that doesn't change the fact that Lilith loves you and seeing you dead would absolutely tear her apart, thus making this a fitting revenge. Wtf Jonathan this is no sound counterargument.

Hm. Tbh I liked her youngest self best? But she's still cast very well. And I recognize that her talking face to face with Jonathan would have been a little ridic if she only reached his navel XD

Ugh, Bohemian, can you see me rolling my eyes?

lol at least this was funny

OMG Luke could you be any more dramatic, are you actually kidding me. I'm gonna be sick soon if you don't cut the bs.

Wow the first sign of Sizzy that didn't suck, yay! XD this was actually pretty sweet.

Oh you mean that time that Raphael was feeding on her and they were indulging in mutual addiction? Because as soon as Izzy was clean she steered clear of Raphael.

..............................................what happened to “scumbag ex”? Why am I even asking?

?? Yeah? What happened to “While Saia lasted it was the best thing ever?” Then again that was what, three episodes ago? Can't hold him accountable for something that happened so long ago, right.

Hahaha okay that was cute.

1) LOL how hilarious would it be if they summon Lilith and just get her corpse plus Jonathan holding the sword still sticking out of her chest. 2) Jonathan is a true sadist, making her wear those heels. 3) Who's that wheelchair for? I mean, Lilith designed this apartment for her disciples, right?

.................which she doesn't need, since she's no warlock and her powers come from her angel blood, not ley lines. So, points for trying, show, but please don't mix up your races. Makes you look so unprofessional. (Except if this is a hint that shadowhunters also run on ley line energy, have ley line magic flowing through them etc. but honestly I'm not even entertaining the thought because then I'd have a conniption.)

Wtf it's literally standing twenty seconds of intense mindnumbing pain, why the hell would you need a coach for that? Just hold it together and endure it. Also, if they attempt it, 20 bucks say he'll die for some dramatic Sizzy “Oh shit you could really have died, too” moment.

Awww you can really see the love in that touch. <--- sarcasm.

Awww you can really see the love in that touch. <--- no sarcasm.

Honestly, Magnus's touch is natural and familiar (btw love the uncoordinated grabbing) while Alec turns Magnus's chin as if he's trying to make as little physical contact as humanly possible. Is a hand on his cheek really too much to ask for? *sigh*

lol you'd think he'd start with that immediately after Magnus wakes up instead of taking risks (it's what I would have done) but whatever.

He's.... actually there to help? For free? Or is Alec gonna have to hand over the Institute's keys to him when the job is done? Lol. (Also that suit jacket could be straight out of Magnus's closet.)

Oh my God Alec just say he could die. Why sugarcoat it? Say it how it is, and Magnus might listen to you.

.........yeah. This is so relatable and I love how he delivers this line. The desperation is clear, but he's also determined about it. Also, quick question, why didn't Alec get Catarina to be there when Magnus wakes up instead of Lorenzo? I'm not saying it would have changed the outcome but it might just have made Magnus feel less shitty about being exposed to his nemesis in this weak state. Then again I get it, Alec is running on panic and instinct, so consideration is the last thing on his mind.

This scene was amazing. Or, lol, this part of the scene. Magnus's performance is stellar and FYI the next thing he says, the “Look at me! Can you honestly say you like this?” was improvised and that's just ugh so good. Coincidentally this is also where my issues with this scene begin. They're not about how the characters act, I found that part very very fitting; it's meta.

The issue Magnus is having isn't about some fear that Alec won't love him anymore now that he doesn't have his magic anymore. Magnus is projecting. His issue lies within himself. He feels differently about himself, he can't say he likes this, and it's only in conclusion that he assumes it must be the same for Alec. But Alec isn't the root of this issue. But of course it's easier to pretend it's about Alec than to openly admit his severe self-image issues, so that's what Magnus does. Perfectly ic to me. The problem I have here is that if we take what Magnus says at face value it appears that Magnus only wants his magic back so Alec will keep loving him (sidenote: even more if you cross out Harry's addition and just focus on the “You fell in love with the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Can you honestly say you don't feel differently about me?”) and the solution to that is clear: Alec drops some wedding vows, problem solved.

But that's not the problem here. Magnus would literally rather be dead than without his magic and no amount of Alec waxing poetry about him is going to change that. And honestly, I'm so grateful for Harry's addition because that made it abundantly clear to me that Magnus is projecting. His bewildered “Can you honestly say you like this?” is an admittance of “I see what I am now and I can't bear it, so how could you?” If that scene had been about Alec, that would have been so uncalled for.

And also loooool but uuuuuuhhh I found Alec's speech less than impressive? I'm sorry, I know he tried but it just didn't work for me? I felt like it really wasn't up to his usual par. Lol I honestly rolled my eyes when he started about the spark that lights up the room XD It felt impersonal, kinda. It's hard to describe. Of course I can cut him some slack on that, because he was emotionally severely overchallenged in that moment and had to make it up on the fly, but uh. Yeah.

Anyway what I really didn't like was his closing line because it kinda sounded as if he was making that decision for Magnus and that's not his place. It might be dangerous and stupid and “not worth the risk” but Magnus isn't in a place where he should have his authority revoked, so. Kept from gambling with his life, yes. With sound arguments and empathy, yes. With dictation, no. So that didn't go over too well with me. Anyway I channeled that into a ficlet already, too, which I'm also advertising at the end.

......has she just been sitting there for six episodes? Btw I wonder, if Jonathan is happily manipulating Lilith by faking positive emotions towards her I don't get why he totally fell for it every time Clary did the exact same thing to him.

THAT MALICIOUS SMILE HAHAHA THE LITTLE (S)ASS

1) SO SHE'S LITERALLY BEEN SITTING THERE FOR SIX EPISODES?!?!!?!?!

2) Why hello there Plot Point XD srsly why tf would Asmodeus use Magnus's magic instead of his own if, need I remind you, his own demonic magic is stronger than Magnus's, Magnus's wasn't even enough to destroy her demonic possession on Jace.... so why would Magnus's magic be enough to bind Lilith, the mother of that possession, to a room? Uh, lemme guess... Plot Convenience? So when, theory time!, Lilith is slayed he has no need for it anymore and can return it to Magnus?

“...to kill you while you were weakened.”

WOW WHAT A DELIVERY AMAZING

........I gotta be honest, I was really confused at his submissive behavior but then I realized... they have a 10 year history of these mechanisms, and slipping back into the pattern of things must be so easy. Also, I mean, that paints a really wonderful and peaceful image of his formative years, right?

Jimon Shipper Moment <3 ;) Look I don't even ship it, but their bickering is high-key amusing to me.

Instead of just standing between them from the get go? Why?

?????? I guess the incest runs in the family, pun not intended?????? Btw Jonathan's weird incest-y obsession makes so much sense now. If this is literally the only way he ever learned how “familial love” (Lilith Greater Demon Edition) is expressed I have no questions anymore. Seriously, he's so screwed over by everyone and it's just unfair. (On that note, glad we never had to see him make out with Valentine. Some things are just too terrible to envision. Damn, why did I say that, I should just shut up for all of our sakes.) Anyway, back to our favorite tortured soul here, I'm honestly not even sure if I can hold the incest thing against him any longer. His entire life consisted of being raised by Valentine, who kept him in a hut in the woods where he never got to see anyone but him, and then Edom where there was Lilith and demons. It makes a horrifying amount of sense that normal human norms mean nothing to him. He's never lived them, he's never witnessed them and maybe he doesn't even know them. So yeah. I guess I'll just add the incest thing on the long long list of things that are due to the stellar parenting he enjoyed, and not entirely his fault.

Damn so close to see my prognosis come true. Then again, I guess this was just the perfect timing because who knows if Lilith won't even help them now kill Jonathan because betrayal bla bla.

1) No need to twist the knife, then again this is Lorenzo so what am I even expecting.

2) WTF ARE THEY REALLY NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT THIS SOME MORE?!?!?!??!?!

3) If it's like a transplanted organ being rejected by the body, just, idk, look for a different warlock whose magic fits Magnus better? There must be tests for that kind of thing? And even if there isn't, if you go slow and don't immediately portal all over the world plus end an encanto-coma you should be able to tell the magic doesn't fit pretty quickly without going into cardiac arrest. Magnus only got some nosebleed at first, remember, and it got worse only because he didn't slow down. I'm just saying, there would be Ways.

Wow I never realized before that he's actually got an undercut. Makes his hairstyle look even stupider.

Wow I believe this even less now than I did in 3x12.

“Let's hug in these trying times, but please make sure your face doesn't touch mine, otherwise people might draw the absurd and outrageous conclusion that we're in a relationship or something.”

Honestly. Their portrayal of casual intimacy is abysmal and I hate it.

1) The infirmary is very weird and open space for a place that should be easily closable if you need to contain, idk, sick people and their viruses and keep it sanitary. 2) I've been wondering since the start of the episode, did Lorenzo's pony tail get shorter? Wasn't it longer before? 3) At least Malec managed to make their feet intersect minimally, so yay for small mercies.

“One dose of Plot Convenience, coming right up.”

They're just.... gonna torture her? Really? I don't even have words for this. Oh no, I do:

Seriously. It's as if morality isn't a thing, and torturing a sentient being isn't always and under all circumstances a Wrong and Bad thing to do. Because clearly if the person receiving torture is just Evil Enough then it's okay. Thanks for standing by and doing nothing Simon, this is exactly the reason I hate your inconsistent streak on this matter. I don't even expect better from the born shadowhunters, and Clary is way to un-reflected to even twitch but. Ugh. Why am I even wasting my breath (my typing capacity?) on this. It's pointless.

Wow this is pointless, too. I mean, why is Izzy not interfering? She literally just fell down. She shouldn't be out of comission by this. Ugh.

Also ugh to Izzy slinging her whip around his hand instead of, idk, his whole upper body and his arms.

Also ugh to Simon waiting to attack Jonathan until the last second as a heroic saving move to save Izzy which, ugh.

But this here

#AwkwardGrownUpSquad

I'm honestly lol'ing so hard right now. Hahahaha this is just hilarious to me. Then again, who knows, maybe now they'll team up with Jonathan to kill Lilith and I'll get my hopes up again for a redemption arc XD

......................HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Btw I bet you she copied that move from Doctor Strange.

lol another thing I didn't see coming.

1) Hello Hannibal lol 2) Who went in there and put restraints on him? 3) Who's gonna pay that Seelie actress now??

This scene was actually nice? I know, I'm surprised myself.

How convenient. I mean, good thing he didn't say “Glorious” otherwise Izzy might have thought he was asking for that one ESC song to be played at his funeral.

Please, Maryse, don't flatter yourself, all you had to do was scratch Elliot's corpse from the floor boards, the rest was already completely furnished.

..................................................................................................................bye

Look, while part of me is undeniably thrilled at the prospect – because while I was totally rooting for a Malec Wedding I was pretty sure it was an unachievable dream, just like hoping for Sheith – this is exactly what I mean with taking things at face value. Alec takes Magnus at his words (that he has doubts Alec will still love him now that he lost his powers) and so he thinks that a grand gesture of commitment will fix it.

But it won't, because that's not the problem. Or at least I hope it's not the problem, I mean if I lost my arm my main worry would be “Holy shit how am I gonna cope without my trusty appendage” not “What are the neighbors gonna think? Will I still be able to rock my favorite outfit without that limb?”

Anyway. I don't think this'll go over too well at this point in time. And honestly, Alec just realized at the beginning of this episode that he was fooled by Magnus's coping facade and tricked into thinking Magnus would be fine without his magic. And now Magnus has lost is magic again and Alec just... makes the same mistake again, blindly believing the words coming out of Magnus's mouth instead of taking a look for himself and seeing how Magnus is faring? Did he learn nothing from this? Alec. Why are you like this.

Anyway, conclusion time: This episode was way more reasonably paced than the last, the shit decision making was kept to a minimum (except for the part where they, y'know, summon Lilith back to earth) and Jace gets a diligence starlet for displaying common sense.

And now, self advertisement time! I wrote three ficlets: a) a continuation of the scene with Alec and Lorenzo b) a gap-bridging Malec scene set after the “I won't lose you” line and finally c) a what-I'd-like-to-see-happen-in-3x17-fic where Alec tells Izzy about his proposal plans.

I'd be thrilled if you checked one of them out. Until next time XD

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bruises, part 1

➝ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

➝ genre: angst, bits of fluff

➝ warnings: swearing, violence

➝ word count: 4,7K

» mafia!au jeongguk, where he’s the one that keeps you from drowning when things fall apart.

➝ a/n: i didn’t want to portrait an abusive or toxic relationship, so i went a little out of what was requested. i’d like to thank @btsflufflysmut for editing. i hope you enjoy it.

➝ playlist.

Heavy gray clouds hung over your heads, the sounds of thunder announcing the coming of a storm; the weather matching your feelings once more. Everyone was dressed in black, holding white petal flowers on their hands, black bags under their eyes behind sunglasses.

You were dressed in all white. It was something you bought three years ago for a completely different occasion, and a rather happier one.

“You won’t be forgotten,” Jin said, placing his flowers above the coffin, delaying every one of his movements that led him back to your side.

You were deeply sorry for your brother. You felt as if the pain you carried on your chest for losing your best friend was nothing compared to what he must’ve felt when the love of his life died in his arms.

The mere thought of Jisoo’s body collapsing to the ground, Jin running towards her and staining his pink button up shirt with her blood was enough to leave you dizzy, trying to find somewhere to help you restore your balance.

Unfortunately, the only thing you found was your brother’s arm, and he couldn't possibly be the one you leaned for comfort yet. You forced yourself up, marching to face the closed casket, perfectly remembering what her face was like when she smiled, proud of you for doing something you were scared of.

You didn't let the tears clouding your eyes fall, your nails digging crescent moons on your palm should be enough to keep you restrained until you were behind doors.

“You’re gonna be missed,” you spoke, resting your flowers on the place her hands were supposed to be, under the thick wood.

You went back to stand beside Jin, accepting his warm embrace as soon as he set eyes on your face, aware that your trembling lips and shaking figure had nothing to do with the cold weather.

The second worst thing was not being able to mourn the loss of your best friend. You wanted to scream, cry your eyes out and beg death to take you instead. But the only thing you could do was look slightly sad and detached from the whole event. Because although Jin was the face of the company, your brother and her husband, to the people with cameras behind the bushes, you were nothing more than one of Jisoo’s friends.

You’d been protected from all the spotlight of Kim Corp ever since you were born, simply because your father believed women weren't able to run a company, let alone one whose sole purpose was to mask the whole mafia scheme behind it. So you were treated as an outcast to the media, always in the background of photos, but never out of the headquarters, training day after day to take the leadership if things took a wrong turn, ever since you were seven.

It was your mother’s idea, you being the only second born of all the families with a seat on the council; the Kim’s secret weapon, she said. You existed for that sole reason, so you had to be the best. That meant you had to act a part, no matter how badly you wanted to let everything fall apart.

Weapons didn't cry over someone’s death. Weapons only did more damage.

┈

“Things changed,” Namjoon started, looking at everyone as he talked. “More people are going to come up against us and there'll be heavy press following the Kim’s each step. We gotta be careful now.”

“I’m looking through every city camera trying to find where they got rid of the car, but most of them have been erased at the time of the shooting,” Yoongi shared, the clenching of his jaw showing how frustrated he was.

“It's not gonna be easy, but we can't stop until we find them,” Namjoon continued, focusing with his gaze on Jin, a huge glint of empathy in his eyes. “The Dragons are probably the ones behind it, but we can't make a move unless we're certain of it.”

“I just want to kill the bastard who took the shot and whoever ordered the hit,” Jin told him, looking down at the table while he clenched his fists underneath the table. “The rest of them can get fucked for all I care about.”

“I gotta have my fun first, though.” Taehyung warned, his boxy grin not nearly resembling his thirst for blood and screams.

You laughed at his comment, nodding. You wanted to torture the motherfucker after you fucked with his whole family, just like he had done with her; eager to see him begging for mercy to come in the form of death. You wanted to be his personal devil and the face of his family’s nightmare for as long as they breathed. You wanted vengeance.

“I’ll delay the deals I have until the press lays off,” Jimin chimed in, biting his lip in deep thought. “But is two weeks maximum. Other than that, our risks and losses can grow irreparably.”

Namjoon nodded at his statement and focused on Hoseok, who only shrugged his shoulders because his targets wouldn't suffer a change. You wish you were a hitman, sometimes.

“____, you gotta be extra careful,” Jin said, turning to face you, his furrowed brows and slightly pouted lips. “The Dragons can't possible associate you as one of us, so you need to keep your distance.”

You sigh, knowing that there's no lie to his words, despite his worries as a brother. They only knew you were tied to Jin and Taehyung because of Jisoo, so her death should leave no connections left between you.

“If they took the shot, we have to assume they know how everyone functions in here, Jin,” Hoseok said, careful not to edge your brother. “It's stupidity to underestimate them.”

“So what? They know she’s the one with the responsibility to raise the whole empire from ashes once it crumbles?” Jungkook said, not once looking your way.

“Not exactly, but they probably have surveillance on each of us,” Yoongi said, shifting in his seat. “And if that's correct, they probably know that ____ isn't just one of Jisoo’s friends.”

“Of course she isn't, she's my soldier.” Taehyung joked, raising his hands for you to high-five.

You did.

“If they do stalk us, they know each of our steps so changing my routine will only confirm any of their suspicions,” you said, taking a deep breath.

“It's a risk we got maintain,” Namjoon analyzes, taking notes on his old diary.

Jin sighs loudly, not nearly calm enough to say something without breaking down. You stared at your lap as you intertwined your hands with his, drawing little circles on his skin, your way to tell him it was going to be okay.

“No changes on our schedules. Be extra careful and do not draw attention to yourselves.” Namjoon lingered his eyes on you as his last advice was pronounced.

You nodded, forcing yourself not to roll your eyes. Jungkook gave you a smirk, knowing how bad you hated to lie low.

Those were going to be a tough couple of weeks.

┈

“I’m thinking about going out tonight, what do you think?” Taehyung asked you when he was walking you back to your car.

“Where, though? We can't exactly be seen together.”

“Maybe that new club Jimin opened?” He pondered, opening the car door for you. “He told me it is going really well; many rich bitches around.”

“As long as he lets me drink his alcohol for free,” you shrugged, sliding to your seat and turning on the engine. “Text me later, whatever you decide.”

“See you later, kitten,” he said, kissing your cheek before he stepped away.

Taehyung was your best friend ever since you were four. He was the son of one of the three founders of Kim Corp, with the two other seats belonging to Namjoon’s father and yours. Taehyung was always sneaking his way to your room to play games, no matter how old you were. He spent whole nights cuddled with you, watching movies or just talking, with not a trace of shame for letting his mask of tough masculinity down. You knew his heart inside out, just as he knew yours. Taehyung was almost as close to Jisoo as you were, he understood how badly her sudden death hit you, without you having to say a word; they all did.

But you needed to be a weapon ready for destruction at any time, unlike them. The darkness inside of you had to be stronger than anything and your first response, no matter how badly it hurt. You felt relieved when Taehyung asked you to go out because a sea of sweaty drunk bodies was exactly what you needed to get your mind out of blood and tears.

┈

The first thing you did when you got to Jimin’s new club was search for your best friend’s ass. You couldn't deal with all the bodies filling the dance floor or the average fucked up man trying to get in your pants. A wave of relief struck you once you saw Taehyung, his silver hair standing out from the crowd, his back facing you from the VIP Area. Jimin was quick to notice you, waving his hand as he made his way to you.

“I’m glad you showed up,” he said, kissing your cheek and resting his hands on your bare back, escorting you.

“I’m surprised with how packed it is for a Wednesday night,” you told him, looking all the dancing bodies entranced by the beat.

“Rich bitches want good-looking people and high quality drugs, baby,” Jimin smirked, whispering the last part on your ear. “I happily offer them both things.”

“How many of them have you fucked?” You laughed, your head pointing to the girls sitting on the black leather couch, dresses as short as the white lines left on the table in front of them.

“None, actually,” he confessed and you almost whistled at his self-control, and then he laughed.“I just met them.”

That was Park Jimin, the best drug dealer and gun trafficker in the country that looked more like a model straight out of a fashion magazine, with a fucked up personality and an undying love for adrenaline. You would’ve slapped his ass if you weren't in public.

“Namjoon’s gonna be happy when he finds out you can’t keep your dick dry for two weeks,” you teased, pinching his hips.

“Girls like them can't threaten a fly, baby,” he chanted, leaving his hand on your waist.

“You’d say the same thing about me if you met me tonight, Jimin,” you warned him, lowering your voice and giving the girls your most menacing look as you approached them, replacing their silent threats with fear. “Just be careful.”

“Kitten!” Taehyung exclaimed, getting up to hug you.

As he wrapped you in his clothed arms, you let your gaze fall on the rest of the people in the area, suppressing the urge to roll your eyes when they laid on Jungkook, a girl in his lap and another one licking his lips.

“What are you drinking?” you asked Taehyung, taking a sip of his cup before he could answer.

Whiskey and coke on the rocks. Sometimes you forgot how much of a lightweight he was. You forced yourself to look around the room again, desperate to find something of your taste lying around.

“Here.”

You saw the transparent drink that filled the glass, inhaling the scent of the vodka before you forced yourself to look at him. Jungkook smiling as he offered you your favorite drink, completely ignoring obscene words leaving the girl’s mouth was a sight that almost had you choked, leaving Taehyung to laugh quietly in his seat.

“Thanks,” you said, taking the cup and a large sip of the vodka, turning your back to him.

“Children,” you heard Jimin tease, rolling his eyes before returning his attention to one of the girls he shared with Taehyung.

You turned to face the dance floor, not at all interested in the orgy about to happen as soon as they left the room. But at least you were glad that the one thing Jimin forbid in his clubs was any type of recording devices. Surprisingly, that also was one of the reasons why his clubs were always packed; there was something exciting and relaxing about being able to do anything without the risk of it coming up outside those walls.

It was nice to see how people danced without care to the beat, just moving with their own flow. You didn't have to see to know that most of the couples on the floor would soon be banging each other's brains out behind the bathroom stalls, with no punishment for it as long as it was consensual.

Freedom ran free inside.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, breaking you out of your thoughts. It was warm, calloused and you didn't have to turn to know it was him, but you still turn your head halfway to his, not looking in his face.

“How are you?” Jungkook asked and you knew he was closer than before by the warmness that radiated beside you, his breath almost hitting the side of your neck uncovered by your hair.

You had to look around the area to realize that while you were in deep thought, Jimin and Taehyung disappeared to one of the rooms, taking the three girls with them. Jungkook probably asked his bitches to leave too.

“I’m pissed, to be honest,” you said, allowing yourself to rest back on the couch, your sides barely brushing his.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” His eyes on your face, aware to any trace of lie.

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” you told him, flashing a light smile he reciprocated.

He got up and took your hand, making your way out of the club to somewhere quieter. The simple thought of venting to someone had you feeling better, even if it went against everything you were taught.

Some people fucked their way through their problems, some drank and others felt the need for violence. You only got better after you talked it out, and you were glad that Jungkook still knew that.

┈

You were sitting on the doorsteps of Jungkook’s house, having passed a traffic light quicker than him, arriving first. The air was slightly cold, making you shiver a little and curse your choice of clothes, that was way more appropriate for the inside of a club. You wrapped your arms around yourself when he parked his car in the driveway, getting up as he unlocked his door.

For a mobster, it was incredibly funny that Jungkook lived in the suburb. There was something almost domestic with the way he kept his plants alive, aesthetically pleasing to the eye, decorating the porch.

He motioned for you to follow as he took a step inside, careful to lock the door behind you and set the alarm back on. There was no such thing as too much precaution.

“Do you want something to drink?” Jungkook asked, walking to the kitchen with you trailing behind him like a lost puppy.

“I don’t know, maybe some water.”

“What about tea?” He asked and your vigorous nod had him chuckling, turning his back to you, preparing your drinks.

You glanced around, letting the memories flood you. The table set for ten, his garden well tended and the wall-to-wall window with a view to his backyard, grass and trees perfectly trimmed. Everything was the same as when you left, except for you and him.

“You can go upstairs if you like,” he told you, following your gaze to the backyard as he pointed towards his room. “I’ll be done in a moment.”

“Okay,” you told him, backing off the wall and towards the wooden stairs.

It surprised you how easy it was to be back. You still knew your way around his house, but you chose to blame that on his hate for change that made him keep the place the same as the one from two years ago; it was easier than accept your mind had wandered its way back a few times.

You turned the doorknob to his room and went in, not minding his messy bed sheets and dirty clothes disposed on the floor, almost running to the glass sliding doors that gave you full view of the street, behind them a simple balcony, with the most comfortable couch in the world and a round wooden table.

Sliding the doors, you slipped outside, quickly setting yourself on the sofa, not at all minding the cold of the night against your skin. Nothing would keep you away from remembering the place you used to call home.

It was comforting to run your eyes across the street, watching the calm neighborhood Jungkook had found for himself. Toys and bicycles laid on some lawns, lights inside the houses helping the lamp posts illuminate the street, the patterns of some trees painted with black charcoal on the lane.

Jungkook took his seat next to you, leaving your mug on the table and lying one of his hoodies on your lap, without saying a word. You smiled at his kind gesture, putting it on before taking a sip of the tea.

“So, how are you?” He asked once again, crossing one of his legs under his thigh, turning to have full view of your face.

“Like shit,” you sighed, lowering your gaze to your lap. “I can’t wrap my head around what happened, or why.”

“I guess none of us do,” he said, careful not to express his own concerns.

“You know how she was always dressed in black or red?” You asked him, looking back at him as he nodded his head, a faint smile painting his lips. “Well, when we were younger Jisoo used to joke she would die the day she wore white.”

“I heard that a few times too,” he laughed, not a trace of amusement on his voice. “She said that she only accepted white at funerals, because-”

“It matched the aesthetic,” you finished with him, almost being able to hear her voice.

It was almost as if Jisoo had seen it before it happened. Of course people could joke about their death, but the thing was that she got it exactly right. Jisoo had a crush on your brother ever since you were little, and when he decided to finally cave in and give her a chance when they were both teenagers, she used to tell you that she would die if they ever got married, because her heart wouldn't be capable of handling so much love.

Kim Jisoo died a few seconds after saying “I do” to Jin, with a shot straight to the heart, her blood staining her white lace dress immediately.

“I can't help but think I could've done more, you know,” you take another gulp to help with the pressure you felt around your throat. “That I could’ve saved her if I had listened to my gut.”

“Her death is not your fault,” Jungkook was quick to assure you, coming a little closer and forcing you to look at him in the process.

“I told everyone there was something wrong, I felt that,” you sighed. “The only thing my mother told me not to doubt was my instinct, and the first time I did it my best friend ended up dead.”

“There was no way you could know what was going to happen. If you blame yourself for her death, you should blame the rest of us too.”

“You don't get it, Jungkook,” you almost cried out, forcing the tears not to fall as you forced yourself to breath.

“Then explain it to me,” he begged, brushing his fingers on your knees as a form of reassurance.

“I was trained to spot threats before they even became one, but the moment I needed to be completely right, I fucked up and dismissed my gut,” you were crying now, feeling useless for not being able to uphold your only purpose in life. “I’m the one supposed to watch your backs, but I fucked up and that costed her life; her death is on me.”

He didn't tell you anything, simply wrapping you in his embrace, stuffing your face to his chest as one of his hands found its to your hair whilst he kept the other on your back, drawing small triangle patterns.

You allowed yourself to cry, unable to keep your feelings restrained. Jungkook only hugged you tighter, wishing he could take your pain away but not knowing how. He tried to push his own ache aside, unwilling to burden you further.

“We protect each other,” he started when your crying began to cease. “I know you think you gotta be stronger and unfailing every time, but that's not true.”

You didn’t back away from his chest, snuggling into the crook of his neck, welcoming his cologne to cloud your senses. Although the pain of losing Jisoo still hurt you, you felt a little better in his arms. You had forced yourself to forget, but now you couldn't help but realize how much you’ve missed him.

“You’re not just a weapon, despite what your parents taught you,” Jungkook assured you, kissing the top of your head. “You’re a fucking human being entitled to make mistakes, to be selfish and to-”

“I miss you so much,” you interrupted him, your voice weak and choked. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and backing away just enough to look at your face.

“I miss you too,” he told you, caressing your cheeks as he leaned his forehead against yours.

It’s been two years since you had him this close. And despite what you told yourself, you’ve missed him every day since then. Jungkook and you got close when Jimin finally settled on someone to help with his dealings, with you being forced to show him how everything was supposed to work inside Bangtan.

He was so damn attractive holding a gun against targets, not missing a single headshot. The way his muscles flexed and his bangs moved when he hit the punching bag over and over again, sweat dripping down his chin and low grunts coming out of his mouth, never failing to make you hold your breath in. But your favorite moments where when he gave you his bunny smile when you praised him on something, his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink, the tips of his ears a burning red and his does eyes locked onto yours before he made a sassy comeback, making it your turn to blush.

Taehyung wasn’t even slightly surprised when he walked in on you fucking in the training room, admitting it was bound to happen sometime. Jungkook and you were like rabbits, boning at every chance you got, wherever you were. Although the relationship you had was more than just sex, it didn't mean that both of you were ready to be tied down. He had girls on the side and, even if you no longer had threesomes with Taehyung and Jimin, you still fucked around with random people. His line of work didn't exactly allow him to care for someone either, since they usually ended up being a target for some rival attack.

You broke up with him after a few months, listening to Jin’s advice and redoing all your steps to avoid bumping into Jeon Jungkook. But he was one of the eight people that had a voice in Bangtan, so you would end up seeing each other a few times, forcing yourselves to ignore the history between you both.

However, with his warmth keeping you shielded from the cold, his intoxicating cologne drowning you and the force with which his heart beat in his chest, making you hear it so clearly, all made it completely impossible. You felt the way his arms wrapped against your skin, so tightly as if he was afraid you could disappear from before his eyes, the same ones that had such a longing behind them, carving into yours.

You did exactly what you wanted to do ever since he walked up to the meeting room the day after you broke up with him, with countless hickeys on his neck, dark circles under his eyes and a stinking smell of sweat, booze and sex. You leaned in and claimed him, letting your lips fall on his, lightly with the fear of rejection.

But he kissed you back, so proud and eager, crashing on your lips and claiming your mouth with his, as if you were the water he so desperately needed after days wandering in the desert. His touch against your cheek was now rough against your neck, pulling bits of hair to keep you closer, his fingers almost bruising your waist.

Your heart was about to explode in your chest with how frantic its beatings were. You pushed his back to the couch, quickly settling your legs on both sides of him, hanging above Jungkook as he only deepened the kiss, fighting for control. You got lower and started grinding against his lap, and despite the need he felt to hold your hips down and move his own against yours, he only holds your hips to push you up, detaching himself from you.

“What-,”

“I want this a lot,” he interrupted you before you could question him or yourself, moving you back to your initial position. “But I don't want it to happen because you’re fucked up with your feelings.”

“It has nothing to do with my feelings, Jungkook,” you told him, fixing the hoodie he gave you.

“It has nothing to do ours either, love,” he pointed out the way you were unconsciously using him to forget your guilt. “I want you, don't ever doubt that. But you gotta figure yourself out first.”

You sighed, knowing he was right. Before you met Jungkook you had a thing for fixing up your problems through sex. He taught you a better way, claiming he had to do the same thing and it was better like that. You didn't disagree; it ceased your worries with unexpected pregnancies and STDs.

“How about we go in?” He offered, fixing the locks of your hair he had messed up. “You can lay down, and we can talk about whatever you want to.”

“Can I be under the covers?” you asked him, already getting up and making your way to his bed. “It’s a bit cold.”

You sat on the edge of his bed as he picked up the mugs and closed the sliding doors, not worrying about closing the curtains too. He put both the cups on his dresser, moving to block your view of the window.

“You’re blocking my sight from the moon, jackass,” you told him, trying to push him off as you looked to the moon and the way it illuminated its way inside the houses, quick flickers of light when it shone against metallic objects.

“I’m the sun, what the fuck do you want-”

“Watch out!”

You screamed as you pushed him to the ground as the wall-to-wall window shattered to pieces, quick to grab the gun he always kept on his back and pointing it back to the place the shot had come from, struggling to find cover and a clear view against the wall.

You moved to the balcony once you heard tires speeding on the street, not being able to take a clear shot of whoever drove the black Range Rover. You cursed yourself, looking around for any traces left of danger on the neighborhood, unable to find one.

“Get your keys, we have a fucking-”

You stopped on your tracks when you saw Jungkook still lay down on the floor, a pool of blood forming around his chest and the ground. You dropped to your knees by his side, desperately calling out his name as you struggle to find Yoongi’s number on your contacts, the other hand pressing down on Jungkook’s chest as a way to stop the bleeding.

“Jungkook was shot,” you told Yoongi when he picked up at the first tone, your phone between your shoulder and your head as you struggled to find a pulse and talk through your sobs. “I don't know if he’s alive. Come quick.” You let your phone fall down when you heard the call end, allowing your tears to fall, fast and painful.

As your thoughts began to rush and your hands pressed down harder, you could only feel guilt swallowing you again because you had failed. And this time there was no gut to put the blame on, only you.

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youngster-monster · 6 years

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hey let’s celebrate 100 posts with headcanons: hot mess™ edition

- Illidan’s eyes are very powerful magic and can see in perfect darkness, through illusions... and through his own eyelids. It’s probably 50% of why he went batshit crazy for a while (what do you mean ‘at least a whole decade’ he’s an elf it doesn’t count)

- Alternatively, Illidan spent a few thousand years sleeping his sentence away and, once he was out, sleeping reminded him so much of back then and he was so scared of just losing time again that he just. kinda stopped doing that. So, his increasingly terrible decisions? Stress and sleep deprivation (because kael wasn’t there to force him to sleep and wake him up anymore) mostly

- Illidan and Kael’thas genuinely like each other?? Like, they were friends and trusted each other until Kael’thas went mad, and Kael was one of the few people Illidan could talk to without too much restraint

- Kael’thas’s defection is mostly due to one thing: magic addiction. He’s a big magic user and, at some point, what Illidan could provide stopped being enough: like any addict, he needed more and more until nothing was enough anymore. The pain of withdrawal and the slow resentment toward Illidan did the rest and kil’jaeden is very persuasive and all

- Illidan did all the fun stuff like creating demon hunters and planning the Legion’s demise and Kael did all the boring stuff he already did as a prince, i.e dealing with supply lines and logistics and strategies to keep the Alliance/Horde/Maeiv off their ass for, like, a few more days

- Blood elves are pretty open-minded about sexuality, romance and stuff like that. It mostly means they’re absolutely shameless and flirt all the freaking time with everything that moves or breathes

- Kael’thas is a big nerd and a mage, which means to blood elves standards he’s kind of a prude? He does flirt a lot, but not as much. It’s just a cultural thing

- On that concept, Illidan, to those same standards, is hot. He’s tall, buff, clearly elven, a magical powerhouse... He’s also the Cool, Lone Wolf Hero™ and, basically, the most eligible bachelor of the kingdom

- Illidan is very easily flustered (the ten thousand years of imprisonment business put him out of the dating scene a bit, plus he’s spent so much time running after Tyrande he’s forgotten what if feels like to have people attracted to him)

- Kael’thas can and will argue to death about some magic theories. He has Opinions about some schools of magic (he stopped hating on Frost for maybe three months because he had a crush on Jaina and then he remembered it’s a stupid magic)

- Kael’thas is a pedantic pyromancer

- Illidan would be a pretty great druid if only he could sit down for more than ten minutes but the guy is fidgety af

- He once turned his left arm into a wing by accident and it took him a whole day to turn it back and then he never managed it again

- Rommath is the Hot Friend™ of the Terrible Trio and people keeps trying to ‘crack his shell’ and ‘finds his softer side’. What they don’t know is that he looks mysterious and aloof, but inside he’s full of rage, and even deeper inside he’s just done with everything

- Lor’themar is always tired, at all time, and hasn’t slept properly in a thousand years, and it’s all Kael’thas’s fault for making him regent

- Halduron is a fratboy and has called Lor’themar ‘bro’ in the past

- Malfurion has mellowed with time but when it comes he’s just so full of confusion and a complete and absolute lack of understanding of what’s even going on anymore that his mind just goes “????????”, so at some point he stopped trying to react to Illidan. Now whenever they cross path for whatever reason Malfurion tries very hard to look at anything except Illidan in the hope that, if he ignores him hard enough, Illidan will just, like, stop existing or start making sense

- Tyrande is a good judge of character but terrible at moving past her first impressions of someone, which is why she can’t trust Illidan to save her life and has a hard time believing Maeiv could be anything but a good person

- At this point Maeiv’s obsession with Illidan is a weird mix between “oh no he’s hot and also a fuckboy™” and sheer professionalism and someday she’ll realize she became somewhat friend/frenemy with him and all he’ll have to say on the matter is “too late you’re my buddy now” and she’ll just. scream in abject horror

- Demon hunters (+ Illidan) took the habit of all sleeping together to conserve heat/protect each other/stop nightmares/other good things and, as such, can be found napping on each others at odd places and times

- Illidan gets cuddly when he sleeps

- Maiev has a terrible sense of orientation?? No one knows why because she’s an incredible tracker but, for some reason, can’t read a fucking map

- Tyrande can and will stop to pet every cat she meets, and by cat I mean ‘it looks mildly feline and isn’t purely made of fel’

- Malfurion misses his twin a lot

- Sometimes Sylvanas shows up unanounced in Silvermoon and sits on the throne, drinking wine and judging Lor’themar

- Lor’themar and Sylvanas send each other snarky, passive-aggressive (or even full-on aggressive) letters attached to arrows and shot directly into walls/bedposts/chairs/clothes through the portal linking their two cities together

- Everytime Sylvanas makes a decision Lor’themar vetoes it and his only reasoning is “no”

- One time Sylvanas found a medallion with Kael’thas’s portrait inside and threw it into the sea. Kael reached out of the afterlife only to say ‘rude’ directly into her ear and it’s the only documented case of coming back from the dead without necromancy to this day. Kael’s will to bitch and moan transcends mortal limitations

- Kael’thas is below average height-wise (5′5′‘ or so)

- Kael’thas is a lightweight but keeps challenging people to drinking contests and failing miserably

- Rommath can drink anyone under the table (apart from people who can’t get drunk, and even then)

- Rommath can also benchpress most elves, even Halduron with the armor. Why is he so buff? Who does he intend to fight? No one know and at this point they’re too afraid to ask

#world of warcraft #kael'thas sunstrider #illidan stormrage #malfurion stormrage #maeiv shadowsong #Lor'themar Theron #halduron brightwing #overuse of ™#dnitedraws is a sweetheart who's been supporting me spamming headcanons at weird hours #long post #rommath #the terrible three #headcanons

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Do you have any advice for writing? I used to do it all the time but then I just didnt have time for it anymore. And now I want to get back into it and I keep trying to write, but Im hit with this overwhelming doubt/anxiety that it sucks. And I dont plan on posting my writing anywhere so I dont understand why Im so nervous about writing to the point where I want to cry and cant do it. And I really want to work through it but its just so difficult. Any advice? -🌳

i’m not sure how good i’ll be at giving advice on this, because i often feel the same way!!!

but ig that leads me to my first point, anon, and that is, you have to understand that that anxious feeling never really goes away. sometimes you feel better about it, sure, and sometimes you’ll write something and know you were meant to write it, but 98.7% of the time you will be screaming and crying into ur document and thinking you’ve been a failure and faking any ability to write this whole time. you have to understand that that’s all part of it. but you have to understand: it doesn’t mean you’re a bad writer. i really think you have to internalize that if u ever wanna write anything.

the best thing to get over feeling awkward and robotic is to separate yourself from what you’re writing. when i got back into writing fic (it’d been like, legit 4 years lmaooo) it was hard to put myself aside and stop feeling weird about writing it. i felt that same stiffness/awkwardness when i started journaling too. the best thing you can do for it is just understand that nobody is going to read it unless you want them to. it’s not going anywhere. the only person who’s gonna judge it is you.

once you get over that, write as much as fucking possible. it doesn’t need to be a lot. it can be a sentence. it can be a few hundred words. it can be a fuckin novel. just write something. the only reason i’m VAGUELY good is because i’ve been doing it for a longass time.

i’ve been writing creatively on and off since like,,, third grade. i’m now a sophomore in college. you just gotta churn out as much content as possible. i promise you, eventually it will be good.

if you can, i think writing classes are actually super helpful for this. i used to kind of shun them and look down on them because i thought somebody teaching me how to write would take away my own style. it actually helped me refine it, mostly because it got me into writing again after going so long without it. i was forced to write every week for a whole semester, and it kind of became a habit that i continued all through the summer.

fun fact: i don’t think no such mirrors would exist in the form it does now if i hadn’t taken that class!!

BUT: I get that classes aren’t always available to you. there are definitely ways u can get urself in that habit!!! you can do nanowrimo (which i did my freshman and sophomore years of high school, where you write 50k in 30 days just to pretty much see if you can. i CANNOT recommend nanowrimo enough. up until no such mirrors, that was my proudest artistic accomplishment)

FIND TIME TO WRITE WHENEVER, WHEREVER YOU CAN. you are going to have to sacrifice certain things to find time to write, but that’s all part of it. i struggled in doing this when i started school this semester because i went from having mostly my entire week free to having like, zero time to write, which is why it took a month for no such mirrors to update. it also sucked because writing makes me feel better about myself, because it helps me be a more productive member of society or something, and so, although it was hard, it became super important to me to find a time to fit that back into my schedule (i ended up carving out a few hours after my last class of the day on MWF, which happened to be my english class with a prof whomst i ADORE, so i always left feeling super inspired. and now i usually go to the silent floor of the library for a few hours and pound out a few thousand words. it’s not ideal, and ofc i’d rather be taking a nap or decompressing from class, but at least it’s something!)

i know this is harder to do, but i really do think posting your work helps!! i love writing fic because you get INSTANTANEOUS feedback on your skills, and it helps you develop them in a (largely) positive and supportive atmosphere. the people who are reading fic are the people who WANT to like it, who are just desperate for any content they can get. it’s such a good space to learn and grow as a writer (i started writing and posting fic when i was like, 12 years old. my percy jackson days. pre-tumblr. lmao #neverforget)

i know this is SUPER FUCKING CHEESY, but another thing that helps you become a better writer is to read as much as possible. read anything. read fanfiction from authors you admire. read YA novels. read children’s books. read the classics.

and then, (and this is something i will shamelessly do lol), pick your favorites, and try and mimic their style as an exercise!!! i recently read james joyce’s “a portrait of the artist as a young man” for class. it’s now one of my favorite books. and so what i did was go to google docs and pound out a few hundred words just trying to mimic the style. it ended up being a weird 1500-word-wip. most of it is garbage, but i wrote lines i’m really fucking proud of.

obviously don’t like, plagiarize. but what i’ve come to understand is that you can learn something from everything you read. whether it’s a certain type of metaphor, or a kind of characterization, or the art of simplicity, or a way of writing dialogue, or a stylistic thing. and by mimicking that style as a writing exercise or using their style as inspiration for your own work, you help refine what you like, and what your style is.

i will never be james joyce. that’s pretty obvious. but my version of james joyce is its own style of writing altogether, and it’s not necessarily bad! it’s its own style that i can then learn bits and pieces from later on. to me, writing is this weird ungodly mix of natural ability/learned style and compiling what you like about other authors into your own work. it’s a messy process, but eventually you will churn out something you like. and that’s what matters: producing content that you enjoy. everything else will come in time. (did i think anybody would read engagement sequence? uh, no. i hoped they would, and honestly i do wish that fic was recognized more than it was (bc any author who says they don’t care about feedback is LYING) but mostly i was writing it because i had SO MUCH FUN writing that fic. i’m probably most proud of that piece of writing out of everything i’ve ever written. it came from me combining poetry and prose into this weird pseudo mix of both)

another thing that’s easier said than done: DO NOT COMPARE YOURSELF TO OTHER AUTHORS. this is something i CONSTANTLY struggle with (to the point where i get SUPER down on myself if i’m not getting the same amount of anons asking about my work or comments or kudos or fuckin’ whatever). it’s something i CONSTANTLY have to work on, but it’s so so important, and the sooner you start working away from this habit the better off you’ll be.

if anything, USE these authors as people to learn from!! ask them questions about their process!! read their works and take note of what worked really well and how they executed it, so maybe you can incorporate that into things that you write later on.

IMPORTANT: COMMENT ON WORKS. COMMENTING ON WORKS DOESN’T ONLY BENEFIT THE AUTHOR, BUT IT ALSO BENEFITS YOU AS A WRITER. commenting helps you specify and work out EXACTLY what you liked about a certain piece. even if you don’t think it does anything, it actually puts words to specific things that you like, which then helps you incorporate it into your own writing. also?? long, thoughtful comments make an author’s fuckin DAY. someone once left like an 8 paragraph review on my fic, and i could. not. stop. rereading. it. for the better part of a week. TRULY.

take yourself less seriously. honestly. as much as it kind of sucks, writing is supposed to be fun and ultimately, it’s supposed to be rewarding. let yourself experiment with style and dialogue and characterization. who fucking cares? i wrote 300 words about spaghetti steam as a metaphor for jeremy’s parents’ divorce the other day. it doesn’t matter! nobody will read it!! that’s what editing is for.

it also might help to talk about your writing process!! i know i love doing this, and i see loads of other authors do it too. it’s so, so, so fun to complain about writing, because writing is really fucking hard. even the pieces that come easiest to me are still a pain in the ass to write. 99.99% of the time i write, i would rather be doing something, anything else. who wants to sit and cry into a computer screen? nobody in their right mind. ya do it because you love it, and you love the final product and you love seeing what you’re able to do, what you’re capable of creating.

if you’re having trouble starting, pick literally the first thing that comes to mind and write as much or as little as you fuckin’ want. remember, you’re in control! you can do as much or as little as you want. when i started writing no such mirrors, i had NO IDEA it was gonna become what it was. i started the fic with jeremy throwing a baseball up in the air and some random dialogue. i didn’t know what role everybody else was gonna play. i didn’t know it was gonna turn into an actual fucking novel. i had no idea! i just had the idea of jeremy laying on his back and tossing a baseball into the air repeatedly. why? i legitimately could not tell you! but it worked. it felt right and natural and easy, and here we are 72k later.

that being said, IT’S NOT ALWAYS GOING TO FEEL RIGHT AND NATURAL AND EASY! you’re just gonna have to write through that! it’s gonna fucking suck a lot of the time, especially with longer works! i fucking hate certain chunks of no such mirrors, to the point where i can’t even bear to look at them.

this leads into another point, which is….

you’re going to feel like you’re faking it. that’s okay. keep writing. i doubt in my abilities every. goddamn. day. i reread my fics probably daily and can’t understand why anybody would like them, half the time. i feel like the characters’ interactions are forced and awkward and unnatural, i think the dialogue is boring, i think their feelings don’t feel real and i don’t feel like their motivations have depth. i feel like the plot is hanging on with masking tape and thread. every author will feel this way at some point or another. i know that sounds fake, because i’ll read posts like that from my favorite authors and can’t believe they would write anything except perfection. so you have to remember, it’s in your head most of the time.

however, that’s not to say you’re perfect. you aren’t. there’s no such thing as a perfect writer. sometimes it’s healthy to listen to that voice in your head to try and improve. you just can’t let it become the loudest part of your writing process.

so yeah! those are my writing tips!! that was a lot and im really sorry if it was all cliche and cheesy bullshit, but i promise they work, or at least help a little bit!!

i hope you can get out of ur slump, because i love writing so much and hope i never stop doing it (even if i say i hate it l o l) and i really hope you can get to the point where you feel comfortable saying the same

#writing advice #writing tips #writing #Anonymous #I'M SO SORRY TO MOBILE USERS #long post //

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hauntedduckdefendor · 7 years

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Picturing Bam

Rating: T

Word Count:4,233

Warnings: None

Description: When photography student Finley is drug to a gallery by her roommate, she does not expect to fall head over heels for the photographer. FinleyxBam

Heels. They were some women's dream. To me, they were a nightmare. Yes, I wanted to add a few inches to my five foot two stature. But was the pain of blister covered toes really worth it? I mean who knew how long I was going to be at this gallery opening anyway. My best friend Amber was forcing me to go with her. Yes, I was a fan of film photography, I was not, however, a fan of people.

“Come on you're going to love it! Not to mention the artist will be there and he is a total babe” Amber informs me as we climb into the back of the cab. I feel so out of place in my borrowed black dress. I'm more of a jeans and flannel kind of gal. Growing up in North Carolina had somewhat helped me get my bearings when I moved up to Massachusetts for college. Photography had always been a passion of mine, even if my parents hadn't approved of it as a career.

“How do you think you did on the final” Amber asks me as we pull up outside the venue.

“I honestly think I would have had better luck if I would have randomly selected my answers. I'm telling you Professor Foust has had it out for me the entire semester.”

“I'm sure you're just over thinking it. You do have a tendency to do that ya know?”

She was right. I could make a mountain out of a molehill when it came to over thinking things. I couldn't tell you how many nights I stayed up editing photos for hours at a time because I didn't think they were good enough.

Getting out of our cab I quickly regretted not bringing a jacket. Massachusetts in the fall was no joke, especially wearing this scrap of clothing Amber considered a dress. We quickly paid for our cab and walked as fast as our heels would let us into the building.

“Wild, Wonderful Alaska? Seriously, that's the theme of the gallery?” Amber fusses as we make our way into the gallery.

“You didn't know what the gallery was about and you drug me all the way out here?” I questioned my best friend as I looked around the main room.

“All I needed to hear was the photographer is hot, and has a lot of brothers in case him and I don't work out”

“You know for someone who has a 4.2 GPA, you're really not the brightest crayon in the box”.

“No, but I am your favorite color so you can kiss my crack”.

Before I can say another word, Amber is walking away on a mission to find the sexy photographer, and leaving me alone in a sea of people. Great, this is exactly what I wanted. To be surrounded by people I don't know forty-five minutes away from campus. Putting on my big girl panties I brave the throng of people with hopes that I won't have a panic attack.

I slowly make my way around the enlarged photos. The majority of them are black and white landscape shots. Some of them even appear to have been taken from the bow of a boat. I'm marveling the clarity of a shot of a massive dog when I feel someone at my side.

“His name is Mr. Cupcake, and he is not a fan of having his picture taken” a masculine voice comes from my left. I don't even turn toward him, I'm too engrossed in the shot.

“It’s just amazing the clarity and contrast the artist was able to achieve with a film camera. I'm more of a digital girl myself, but I have to give him props, he knows what he's doing that's for sure.”

“Well thank you, It’s nice to know at least one other photographer came to my gallery.”

I look up at the man who is standing beside me then. He is a good eight inches taller than me with long brown and gray hair. He even has a feather braided into it. His eyes are dark and he's giving me a dangerous smile. He extends his hand toward me, and I take it, mesmerized by the calmness that is radiating off of his body.

“The names Joshua, Joshua Bam Brown. What might you're name be?”

“Finley. Finley Reagan McKenzie.”

“McKenzie huh, and if I'm not mistaken a natural redhead too. Guessing you have either Scottish or Irish ancestry” he comments looking me over with those beautiful dark eyes.

“I have both actually. My mother's family originated in Belfast, and my father's in Glasgow.”

“Wow, that's amazing that you have traced that. I don't really know much about my family beyond my parents and siblings.” he confides as he turns back toward the photograph.

“Cuppy was not happy with me that day. I caught him chasing one of my sister's cats. Once I brought that rolled up newspaper out though he knew I meant business.”

I laughed at the image of Joshua chasing a dog around with a newspaper like a disgruntled neighbor.

“Were all these images taken at your home?”

“For the most part yes. Around our property, or out on our boat.”

“That's your family's boat?”

“Well Yeah, how else do you expect us to get back and forth to town?” Josh laughs as I turn toward him.

“How about drive like a normal person” I shoot back at him.

“Kinda hard to do when you live on an island babe”.

I cringe at the use of that nickname. If you want to flatter me, call me love or darling, not babe. I am not a talking pig from the nineties.

“Don't call me babe, secondly, do you seriously live on an island?”

“Sure do, it's my parents, and six siblings, and one sister in law. My youngest brother Noah got married two years ago”.

“Well, congratulations to Noah and his wife. What does you're family do for a living”?

“A little bit of everything honestly. Dad and mom are both professional painters, my oldest brother Matt is a welder, Bear is a carpenter, Gabe makes furniture out of old pallets, Noah is a writer, Bird is training to be a vet tech in Hoonah, and Rhain is really big into fashion. Noah’s wife is in the process of publishing her third novel, and I'm the photographer.”

“Wow, that's a lot to take in at once.”

“Yeah I know we're a lot to take in at once. How did you hear about the gallery of you don't mind me asking.”

My new host has started walking toward the next photo as he awaits my answer.

“My best friend actually, she kind of drug me here, to be honest.”

Joshua smiled as we stopped in front of an image of a massive bear.

“This was taken about sixty yards away from my parents home” he informs me as he places his hands in the pocket of his jeans. I glance down at my black dress and back up toward his casual outfit of jeans, a black t shirt, and boots. I mentally curse Amber as I register what he has just said.

“Wait, this thing was that close to your parent's house!” is one again smiling at me.

“Yes, bears are common on our island. We see about six or seven a day.”

I'm about to respond when I hear my name being called. I quickly turn to see Amber jogging toward me, her heels are already off and in her hand.

“Come on Finely, I can't find the photographer anywhere and my feet are killing me.”

“Well let me introduce you. Joshua this is Amber, Amber this is the photographer.”

I watch as my best friend sizes Joshua up, and I instantly know she's not impressed.

“Well it was nice meeting you Josh, the pictures are lovely, but Finely and I need to get back to campus.”

I'm about to tell Amber off when Joshua beats me to the punchline.

“I believe Finley still has to see the rest of the exhibit. I can keep you company if you'd like.”

I can't help the grin that is plastered to my face for multiple reasons. One, no one has ever told Amber off like that. Secondly, yes I would like for him to keep me company.

“Why yes, Mr. Brown that would be lovely. Amber, I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”

Before I know what's happening Joshua has his hand on the small of my back and was directing me toward the net group of images. The were all taken from the families boat.

“Is that a whale?” Finley asked as she got a closer look at the photograph in front of her. The main focus of the shot had been the mountains in the background.

“I’m surprised you actually seen that, most people just see the mountain and move on” Bam laughed as he led her to the next image.

“Photography major remember. I always look for the rule of three.”

The evening seemed to be going by in a flash and before Finley knew it she and Joshua were back where they started with the portrait of Mr. Cupcake.

“Your work is really amazing! I’m really glad I got a chance to view it” Finley commented as she played with the end of her uncomfortable black dress. She had an amazing time just talking with Joshua about his work, she didn't even realize there were only two or three other people still at the exhibit.

“Thank you, Miss McKenzie, it was an honor to be your escorts this evening. Not to mention being able to have an actual intelligent conversation with someone who knows photography.”

His comment made blood rush to Finley's cheeks. What was it about this guy that was making her feel so comfortable.

“I hope I'm not being too forward, but I really enjoyed your company tonight. What would you say if I asked you to dinner tomorrow evening? Nothing so fancy that you would have to endure heels again, just something small so I can get to know more about you?”

“I would say tell me the restaurant and I’ll be there.”

Finley couldn't help the joy that filled her when Joshua smiled at her answer.

“How about I pick you up at six, and we go from there?”

Finley reached into her pocketbook and found a scrap piece of paper. Quickly jotting down her address, she handed the piece of paper over to Joshua, who brushed his hand against hers.

“Until tomorrow night Miss McKenzie.”

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“So you're really going out on a date with this guy? You just met him, not to mention he was a little rude last night” Amber's voice rang out through my dorm room as I buttoning my favorite pair of jeans.

“Yes I am really going on a date with him, and you were the one being an ass last night” I commented doing up the last button on my flannel shirt.

“What look are you going for exactly? Slutty lumberjack?” Amber snaps at me as I pull my hair up into a messy bun on top of my head.

“I’m going for the I have blisters on my feet from wearing stupid heels so I’m dressing comfortable look. I think I have it pulled off nicely.”

“Whatever, just don't come crying to me when Mr. Photographer guy breaks your heart or knocks you up.” with that comment Amber burys her face in the latest issue of Cosmo, and I hear a knock come from our door. Taking one last quick look in the mirror, I grab the door handle and give it a turn.

He’s laughing the second I open the door. I quickly look down to make sure I haven't forgotten anything important like shoes, or pants. Finding them both there I give him a questioning look.

“What's so funny Joshua”?

“Please call me Bam, and nothing is funny Miss McKenzie, we are going to be twinning for the evening, however.”

I look Bam up and down and for the first time, I realize that we are both wearing dark jeans, a black band shirt, with a red flannel shirt on top. I can't help but giggle at the sight of us.

“We’re going to look like a married hipster couple!” I state through my laughter. At least I like the band whose logo he is sporting on his chest. Bam’s arm comes from behind his back and he hands me a single white rose.

“Thought I would give you something to represent your Scottish ancestry” Bam comments as I take the rose from his hand, and carefully bring it up to my nose.

“Believe it or not, you're the first guy who has ever given me a rose” I inform him as I step back into my dorm room welcoming Bam inside.

“Just let me put this in some water and we can go.” Bam is checking out the various prints I have hanging on the wall, completely ignoring the fact that Amber is ignoring him. Placing my solo cup full of water on my desk, I quickly drop the rose into it and turn to find Bam examining one of the shots I took at a local concert.

“You're really talented when it comes to low light photography. The shot isn't grainy at all.”

“Thanks, it was a show at a local pub one night. You ready to go?”

Bam nods and heads toward the door, he’s holding it open for me as I look back at my disgruntled best friend.

“Don't wait up, I don't know when I’ll be home”.

I'm answered with a thumbs up over her magazine. Rolling my eyes I walk out of my dorm and into the hallway, which is starting to fill up with the usual party goers.

“Sorry about Amber, she s just been in a bad mood the past few days”.

“I couldn't tell at all” Bam lies as we head out of my building and toward a cab.

There's a line wrapped around the restaurant when we arrive.

“Oh man, we are going to be waiting for hours” I comment, already feeling bad for my blistered feet.

“Nonsense, I’ve not only made reservations, but I know the owner”

Bam smiles as we get out of the cab and he takes my hand. Mine feels tiny and minuscule compared to his large callused covered one. My mind automatically goes to how that hand would feel in other places.

Stop thinking like that or you're going to get yourself worked up my subconscious is screaming at me as we make our way to the front of the line. I try my best to ignore the sneers we are receiving from the other customers. Obviously, we didn't dress up enough to be here. The bouncer type guy who is standing in front of the door seems to be having the same thoughts as he looks us up and down before staring at Bam.

“Can I help you sir? ” the guard asks with a look of boredom on his face.

“Ye, Joshua Brown, and Finley McKenzie” Bam’s voice is full dominance as he stares back at the guy, his hand now resting on the small of my back.

The guard rolls his eyes and brings a clipboard in front of his face. Three seconds later his demeanor has changed. He is now standing up straight, and unclipping the belt that blocks the entrance.

“Sorry about your wait Mr. Brown, right this way please.” Bam lets me walk in first and I am completely flabbergasted that we got in just like that, no arguing, name calling, or fighting at all.

The restaurant is beautiful, the majority of the art on the wall is black and white, which with the low light setting gives this place a very intimate feeling. We are quickly escorted to one of the tables that are set on a higher level, there may be three more couples up here, all of them seem to be lost in their own little worlds.

Bam pulls out my seat and quickly sit down, a little embarrassed at the attention he is giving me. No man has ever treated me like this and I honestly don't know how to react to him. The moment we are seated the waiter is at our table, asking what we would like to drink.

“I’ll just have a sweet tea please” I speak up while Bam informs him a water Coke would be perfect.

“So how has your day been” he questions as we get comfortable.

“It was fine, I had class from nine until four. The stress of graduation is starting to kick in and I am trying my best not to pull my hair out.”

“Please don't do that, I love your hair, not to mention I wouldn't be able to pull…”

The waiter returns with our drinks and asks if we are ready to order. I quickly glance at the menu and order the first thing I see. Chicken tenders and fries. Yes, I am an adult but I am a big kid at heart. Bam laughs and orders the same. We both ignore the weird look we are getting from the waiter.

“Mr. Lundquist would like me to inform you he will be out sometime this evening to say hello” the waiter informs Bam as he takes our menu’s and leaves the table.

“Mr. Lundquist?”

“Yes, the friend of mine, and the owner. I did some work for him when he was opening up the place. Took photos for his socials, menus, all of that stuff. Now you were saying graduation stress?”

“Yeah I have a little over a week before finals, and I am stressing so much. I need to make at least a B on my final project in order for me to graduate with honors, and I am worried it’s not going to happen.”

“Is there anything I can help with?” Bam questions as he twirls his straw around in his drink, but not breaking eye contact with me,

“Actually, if you wanted to look at the shots I will be presenting that would be awesome. The requirement is they all be black and white and let's face it you have a knack for that.”

“I would love too, what's the project about?

“It’s actually about poverty. We had to document what poverty looked like in our hometowns. So I had to go back to North Carolina for a weekend.”

“You're not from Massachusetts? Bam questions as our waiter returns and places our plates in front of us.

“Nope, I moved up here when I was sixteen, and never turned back to that hell hole.”

I didn't miss the way Bam’s eyebrows furrowed at my last comment.

“What did you have to do while you were back there?” he asks he begins to pour ketchup on his plate.

“Well, I actually lived and volunteered at a homeless shelter for the weekend. I was able to see how the less fortunate lived, and get my project done all without seeing my horrible family.”

I don't miss the fact that Bam drops a piece of chicken at the mention of me staying in a homeless shelter. To be honest it wasn't the first time I’ve done it. That’s how I survived when I moved up north until I could get a job, and into college.

“Do you want to tell me about why you left at such a young age?”

I shook my head and took a bite of my chicken.

“I honestly don't like talking about it. Maybe one day okay?”

Bam nods and quickly changes the subject. I guess he could see how uncomfortable I was. As Bam is about to speak a man with a beard and the most adorable smile comes to our table.

“Bam it’s so nice to see you again! How have you been? I heard about the gallery, wish I could have made it but this place would go into a frenzy without me” the man comments as Bam stands up to pull him into a hug.

“I’ve been doing good, the gallery has a few more days if you get a chance to swing by. This is my lovely date Finley McKenzie, Finley, this is Austin Lundquist”.

Austin takes my hand in his and places a kiss on the back of it.

“The pleasure is all mine ma’am. How is dinner? Is there anything I can get for you”?

“Dinner is wonderful Mr. Lundquist, and I do believe we are all okay here” I smile at this guy who reminds me of a huggable teddy bear.

“Excellent, if you need anything please don't hesitate to ask, Bam it was good seeing you again. I’ll let you know where we're redoing our menu so you can come down okay?”

Bam quickly nods his head and hugs his friend goodbye.

“He’s a hyper fellow isn't he?”

Bam nodded as he once again took his seat and took a drink from his water glass.

“Yeah but he’s a great guy and he’s really passionate about his work. This is his third restaurant I think. I know for sure he has one in Louisiana and Arizona.”

I nod and go back to work on my dinner. I may not look like it but I can pack some food away, and as good as this stuff is I’ll be finished in five minutes.

The rest of dinner goes by in a blur as I sit and get to know Bam more. He tells me about how he got into photography, what his family has been up to while he has been out with his gallery, and then we get on the subject of books. This debate lasts all the way back to my dorm. I honestly haven't laughed this much in so long and it feels so weird to be this happy. Our current debate, ebook vs paper.

“All I’m saying is that with an ebook I can have an entire library in the palm of my hand. Not to mention all the fan fiction that's out there.”

At the mention of fanfiction Bam wrinkles his nose.

“I’m not really a fan of it, to be honest. I mean if the character is fictional I guess I could see it, but when the person is real. It makes it kinda creepy.”

I can't hold back my laughter as the thoughts of all those fanfictions I wrote before college about me running off with various rock stars and actors I had crushes on all come flooding back to me. Yepp, that's going to be a secret I take to the grave. Bam walks me up to my dorm room, stating that he doesn't trust the delinquents who were filling the hallway earlier. I’m standing outside my door, digging for my keys when I feel a hand fall on my waist. I turn to see Bam is al close as he has been all evening. I can smell the Juicy Fruit he has been chewing since we left the restaurant. I can't seem to make my eyes look anywhere but at his lips.

"Finley” he purrs my name, and I am instantly put under his spell.

“Tonight was one of the best nights I’ve had since I left Alaska. There’s just something about you I can't get off my mind.

Breathe woman breathe! I think to myself as Bam steps closer. Our bodies are practically touching. I get the courage to look up and I’m not disappointed by the look in his eyes. Without thinking, I stand on my tip toes and bring my lips up to his. The instant they touch I feel a jolt of desire course through my body, and as cliche, as it sounds I want more of him. His hands quickly come up to cup my face, and the next thing I know I’m being pressed back against the wall, with this feral hunk of man on top of me. My heart feels like it’s racing a thousand miles a minute and I don't want the source of the speed to stop. My hands go to the hem of Bam’s shirt and he quickly pulls back from our kiss.

“Finley, wait.”

I instantly stop what I’m doing as we both catch our breath.

“You don't know how bad I want too. But not like this. I want to cherish every inch of you, and not in a dorm hallway.” he grins as he runs his thumb over my lips.

“I’m leaving for home in a week. Will you come with me?”

I don't know what possessed me but as soon as the question is out of his mouth my arms are going around his neck and I am screaming yes over and over.

“The second my last final is over I am all yours, Mr. Brown.”

Bam grins and leans down for another kiss.

“I love the way you make my name sound” he smiles before our lips meet again.

I don't know what the future holds for me, or where I am going to end up. But I know one thing, Bam Brown is going to be at my side until the end.

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Hello again friends! I have been a busy bee the past few weeks so guess what. Lots of new sets! Up first is a few little adventure set with the returning Kim Herrera Cruz. Kim and I met up to check out Vhils new show in the Arts District of Downtown Los Angeles so this set is heavy on the art with some fun Kim shots mixed in. I also happened to photograph an unrelated bus on the side of the way on my way home that said, "Kool Bus" so decided to include that and even named the set after it!

Up next is another return with a brand new set featuring Sofia Weinberg. Sofia was a real champ as we braved the waning cold days out at Vasquez Rocks. Nothing too crazy from this shoot other than I was a little paranoid about shooting anything risque here after a woman on Instagram who claimed to work for the park said she would call the cops and report me from my Satan's Children shoot where the girls were nude. I knew Sofia and I wouldn't be shooting any nudity but it was a lot of booty shorts and body suits. I also probably wouldn't have cared but as we were climbing a rock we saw a cop pull in the park. We avoided anyone and everyone and had a fun shoot followed by Korean BBQ which led to a few shots at the end of the set with some nearby graffiti.

Speaking of cold, every year I try to get out to the snow in the mountains for the limited time we have it but I always sort of just let it pass by. Well not this year! My most prolific muse Grey Garbo made the adventure out with me in to the depths of Angeles National Forest to seek out snow. We had to go pretty deep to find it but it was totally worth it. It probably looks freezing but it honestly wasn't nearly as cold as the Vasquez shoot with Sofia. We had an excellent shoot through the mountains including climbing on top of a tunnel with an amazing view. I made the mistake of forgetting to get gas before we headed in to the woods so instead of double back we had to go all the way through the mountain pass to the nearest town. We were both really glad we did as we found the cutest little mountain town where we got dinner. This place was so anti-LA. It wound up being busy there so our food took a while, which in LA would be very typical, however at this place the waitress was so ashamed that she gave us each a free slice of pie!

And surprise surprise it's a double dose of Grey Garbo! A few days later Grey hit me up to do an impromptu shoot in DTLA. Anytime Grey does a gig that involves her getting painted or done up in any way she always hits me up and this time was basically transformed in to a swamp monster. We met up at the new Arqade 2.0 on St. Vincent's Court in Downtown Los Angeles and got in to some shenanigans around there.

A few days later I met up with a brand new muse named Virah Payam who was visiting from The Pacific Northwest. Virah is originally from LA and comes in to town every now and then. The last time she was in town she wanted to shoot but we couldn't link up our schedules, so this time we made it happen. I didn't tell Virah where we'd be going because I wasn't fully sure until she told me she wanted to do some fire stuff. I decided to take her to Angel's Gate Bunkers. What I didn't know until we headed out was that Virah was actually familiar with the area and had always wanted to go to this spot!. It was kismet. We had a great time and did some fun work with a lot of great conversation.

The following Monday I made plans to go out to Ventura to shoot with The Spritely One. I didn't reallllly want to make the trek alone so I hit up my friend Liza to see what she was up to. She just happened to be friend and took me to an abandoned place I had never been: The Scary Dairy in Camarillo (on the way to Ventura). I never visited the Scairy Dairy before because the pictures I had seen previously didn't make it seem that interesting, however I was wrong and we got some killer shots. From there I took Liza to the abandoned school in Ventura that she had never been to but I previously shot at with Sprite.

After the Scary Dairy and abandoned school Liza and I met up with The Spritely One for a short but sweet shoot at this park Sprite picked out. We got some really beautiful photos in the twilight of the evening. We had planned to continue in to some night shooting but it was just too cold so we went back to Sprite's place and played Cthulhu Fixx.

Fast forward to last Monday where painter Stephanie Monty and I ventured to one of my favorite places in LA: Murphy Ranch. Murphy Ranch of course is the abandoned former Nazi Sympathized camp turned artist colony turned abandoned hike. It was a lot of fun and I even got to see a building there that I hadn't seen before where Stephanie did some painting. This was more of a hang out day/hike but we got some really fun photos so a set was definitely in order.

Hiking adventures continued the next day with the return of Nova. Nova and I headed to her hometown of Lake Hughes, CA to investigate and abandoned camp that she had visited 10 years earlier. This adventure required a little exploration but we eventually found the location. It was mostly burned down from the multiple fires they've experienced out there but well worth the journey for what was left over. I'm very thankful for Nova who has been experiencing some health issues as of late but pushed through to make some beautiful art. On our way home we shot at a couple pull offs and found this weird boat clock pictured below. I told Nova she should take it home, but she didn't, later regretting it. At least we have the photos!

The next two sets are a little out of chronological order but I wanted to give a little love and attention to this new solo set with Chelsea Hanes. Chelsea and I had a little bit of a break from one another after after having a bit of a personal issue that arose from getting involved with one another during our first go around. We reconciled earlier this year, but this was my first time seeing her since then as she made a trip to LA from Portland. We visited this spot under a bridge in Chinatown that I love so dearly and things got naughty in one of my more risque shoots from the site. It was great to see her, catch up, make some art and she even gave me a friendship bracelet so I'm happy we are reconnected.

Before our solo set in Chinatown I actually did a muse group set with Chelsea and The Spritely One. As you can see Sprite and I have been collabing a lot and so when she hit me up asking what I was up to that day I told her to come play with me and Chelsea. I took the two of them to Switzer Falls where I had my very first shoot with Sprite. I thought the location was such an interesting place to return though because I had never taken Chelsea there even though I had intended to many times, I had shot Sprite there previously, BUT I never had photographed two muses there together. I mostly chose the spot out of convenience for the short window of time we had, and I'm glad we did because of the beautiful photos, but it did wind up being a pain in the ass when the realization hit that it was packed there due to the ongoing spring break. Either way we made some beautiful images with two of my most powerful muses.

Jay-Stephanie mess arounds continued that same evening when Stephanie Monty invited me to a kink event at El Cid in Silver Lake where Stephanie would be live painting. Much like our Murphy Ranch set this was mostly us messing around but between Stephanie's live paint, fun little portrait spots in El Cid, and running in to a surprise muse well we got a killed set out of the journey..

For this set I wish I had had the time to get it edited and up last week but fuck it. I made some plans with KFB regular Alondra Excene Shields. Alondra always has great concepts and wanted to do some Easter looks including a weird giant bunny head. We got really weird with everything and shot inside her apartment. The set came out way better than I thought it would and we had a bunch of it done in time for social media but here I present to you our full Easter set (along with some other goodies).

Late last week I got a group message from my friend and muse Phoenix Askani introducing me to comedian/porn star Sovereign Syre. The message informed both of us that we lived on the same small street in Highland Park and that we should be friends and shoot together. We made quick plans to meet up this past Monday where I walked over to her house (five buildings away from me) and we shot in our neighborhood while she walked her dog and then did some stuff in her apartment. It was all super low-key and rad. We got some really fun shots so look for more Sovereign Syre in the future.

And finally to catch us up with this epicness was a rad shoot with my friend Kooki Munsta. Kooki had been hitting me up wanting to shoot some new photos so I took her to the forest. Kooki and I have never shot daytime nature shots so I was really excited to see what kind of vibe she would bring and was not disappointed. Everything was really on point, the light was beautiful, we killed it. Not much else to say about it. I will try not to wait so long the next time for a post but I hope you take the time to check out all of these sets and enjoy!

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