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lornrocks · 10 months

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Asked my parents to come up and help me take a huge pile of stuff to the thrift store this weekend, I know my mom is gonna snark about me “purging stuff” from the house before I move but I don’t even have a lot of stuff, it just seems like a lot because it’s a small apartment.

Also if people my age and younger got rid of stuff every time we moved we would basically have nothing because none of us are living in the same place for 20+ years.

I lived in my college apartment for 4 years, my last apartment for almost 6, and my current one just passed 3, like, sorry I want to keep all my art and photos and souvenir cups and fluffy pillows and lamps. Just because I can survive with the “bare essentials” doesn’t mean I want to.

#besides objectively speaking this place is like a third larger than my current place #I would like to be able to have it feel like ME #I want to fill up the built in shelves and put up my fairy lights and art prints #and have my cute cups and necklaces and hats hang oj the wall #and have my art desk face the window #I don’t want some boring ass suburban bulls hit with a dining set I’ll never use #and tasteful decor #I may be paying rent to my parents #but I will make it feel like home

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stuckinapril · 7 months

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You are so productive and living your best life I admire it so much! I don't understand how you do it... do you have any advice for forcing yourself to do the things you know are good for you even when you are feeling sad and not up to it? Have a lovely day ❣️❣️❣️

Plan your day hour by hour. This actually revolutionized my life. Plan when you’ll wake up, plan what you’ll do every hour of the day, and make it as realistic as possible to stick to your goals. Start with simple things and gradually ramp it up. Don’t overwhelm your day with 60 different goals. I’d pair one passive goal (be on your phone less, for example) with one active goal (study more, take more walks, read more) and go from there. It’s better to start small and be consistent than to start big and quit one day in.

Lower the resistance necessary to accomplish tasks. If you have somewhere to be early tomorrow, plan your outfit the night before. If you have studying to do, have your textbooks/notebooks/notes on your desk by the time you wake up. If you have an overwhelming task, break it into smaller subtasks and focus on them one at a time. If you don’t want to be on your phone in the morning, charge it somewhere you won’t be able to see the moment you open your eyes. I’m trying to overcome the phone issue right now, so instead of setting an alarm on my phone I just bought a digital alarm clock bc I know I’m way less likely to get on my phone that way. I’m lowering the effort needed to actually get started on a task.

Have motivational things handy for when you’re down!! I’m a highly visual person, so it actually really helps me to make moodboards. I have moodboards for things I wanna accomplish, moodboards for things I’ve already accomplished, a Pinterest board for affirmations etc etc. I have a list on my notes app for all the reasons why it’s important to me to accomplish my goals. I have another notes app page dedicated to pasting all the motivational quotes that help me whenever I’m in a funk. You could even print them and hang them up on your wall if you want. In times where instant gratification overshadows getting things done, make it very accessible to remember why they’re important to you to begin with.

Romanticize your tasks. I make silly to-do lists, I make sure I’m always in cute outfits when I’m running errands, I put on perfume and mascara and lip gloss even if I’m literally all on my own in my bedroom about to do a 3 hour study session. I love getting manicures bc there’s nothing more satisfying than studying with pretty dark red fall nails. This may sound extra but I go through my notes pretending I’m Elle Woods or something bc it makes it so much fun. A huge part of why I’m consistent with going to the gym is bc I buy pretty workout fits that just make me feel good. I wear lingerie under my clothes wherever I am bc it makes me feel like a bad bitch even if no one sees it. I don’t start a task with the thought in mind that I want to get it done already—I try to make the act of doing it in and of itself as engaging as possible.

To piggyback off that point, switch your environment if your current one isn’t serving you. Don’t just default to quitting if one approach isn’t working. If studying in your bedroom isn’t doing it, go to the nearest coffee shop. If the coffee shop isn’t working, do the library. Study indoors. Study outdoors. Study in nature. Hell study at a beach if you want to. It doesn’t matter where you are if you’re getting things done. Exhaust all your alternatives before calling it quits.

Set firm boundaries with yourself. This is so big. Self-care is absolutely treating yourself, but it’s also being your own parent and disciplining yourself if you feel like you’re not putting your all into something. In a world where it’s very easy to go “just a few more minutes on my phone” “I’ll do it tomorrow” “I can skip working out today” it’s really important to be able to parent yourself and exercise some tough love and do some things even if you don’t feel like you want to. I really struggle with this as a gen z girl bc this is THE era of instant gratification. But my goals are just more important to me than momentary comfort.

No zero days. Just bc you’re not being your 100% on one day doesn’t mean you should just lie down and do nothing. Being at 50% performance is better than being at 0%. I try to make sure I get some light tasks done on days where I don’t feel like going all in. It helps me not feel like I’ve just derailed my whole life, which consequently helps me move on from my ruts faster.

Look ahead. Can not emphasize this enough. Death motivates me like nothing else. You do not have an infinite time on this earth. You don’t want to be at the same place you’ve been at a year from now. Resist the “I’ll do it tomorrow” mentality as much as possible. Change happens in small increments & there’s no better time for it than the present. What may seem like little things you can skip out on now can quickly snowball into the very things that are preventing you from being where you want to be.

Acknowledge your limits. Someone with two full-time jobs and school should not be comparing themself to the progress of someone with one part-time job and like nothing else. I’m currently studying full-time and also trying to maintain a consistent workout routine, so I don’t expect myself to recreationally read more than 30 minutes a day, even if ideally I’d like that time to be way higher. I know it’s pointless to compare myself to someone who reads 70 books a month but has much less workload than I do. Comparison is inherently flawed bc no one else has been the dealt the cards you’ve been dealt. Tailor your schedule to your own unique situation. Make a list of your priorities and assign them to your hours accordingly.

Listen to your needs!! Mental health is the most important thing. You need to be in tune with yourself to know when you could be pushing yourself a little harder, and when it’s necessary to give yourself time off. If I’m in an actual burnout, I go out with friends. I go see a movie. I give myself the grace of being human and step back for a little bit. It’s completely okay to have those days, and acknowledging them helps you recover quicker. Take care of yourself <3

#i hope this helps <33 a girl rly loves her bullet point lists #also thank u for this ask bc now I get to look back at these whenever I’m in a funk 😈#ask #study tips

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vendetta-ari · 2 months

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Your fav anon is backkkkk! Hey Love! May I request a Vox (and you can include Lucifer too) x Artist (f!) reader headcannons? As I’ve said before, take your time! ♡ ♡

UGHH OH MY FUCKIN GOD IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO GET TO YOUR ASK BRO ILYSM ANON TYSM FOR YOU PATIENCE UR FRFR MY FAV ANON ♡♡♡

anyways, here Luci + Vox x artist reader

Lucifer

~ Lucifer and you always create and paint things together, he loves your creativity and he adores your art

~ You and Luci exchange ducks on special days, like valentine's day, Christmas, and birthdays.

~ You always exchange art tips with each other, bother being artists and your own unique ways.

~ Many times you have painted Lucifer's ducks for him when he's feeling down.

~ You two took a picture on your anniversary and you printed it out and painted it, he hangs it up on his wall and he always says its “The best thing I've ever, ever owned my dear!” he always gets all cheery and smiles when he sees it

~ You paint lucifers nails for him, last time you made a lil duck design on them

~ People can always tell when you two have been hanging out because the two of you are all giggly and smiling covered in paint

~ You painted a mural in his room, an apple using both his and your favorite colors

~ you give all your art pieces to Luci, you tried to sell one of them and the poor guy almost cried

~ he's basically drowning in your paintings and all your artwork, he doesn't mind at all though. although he is running out of space…

~ whatever he'll just expand his room to fit more of your work.

~ you have forced Lucifer to let you do makeup on him, he wasn't too happy but you laughed your ass off at his annoyance and makeup covered face

~ He cant stay mad at you for too long though, when your mad at luci you'll grab one of his ducks and paint them a different color completely and rub paint off some off his other ducks

~ when you finally calm down you repaint all for them with him though, as an apology.

~ the two of you often take walks through the rings of hell for inspiration

~ surprisingly, the screams of everyone being tortured is great to get those creative juices flowing

Vox

☆ Now let's be for real here guys, Vox can't draw for shit, so him being with an artist reader is kinda cute and unique and funny

☆ But you on the other hand, “your art is beautiful! n’ it should be hung up in a museum or something like that doll, I seriously dunno how you do it”

☆ During certain shows where they need sets, props, or anything related to that, you'll be the one painting them being the first to volunteer you totally didn't draw a dick kn one of the sets and embarrass him on live television pft- noo psh- hah why would you ever do such a thing? it must've been val!

☆ You couldn't keep your laughter when Vox drew that picture of Alastor when be was throwing his hissy fit on live television

☆ you redraw a picture of Alastor for Vox to tear up crumble and kick around as a stress reliever

☆ Vox realized that you drew a picture of Alastor, didn't matter what it was for you still drew him, just then he got angry again and demanded that you draw a picture of him

☆ just one more thing to stroke his ego I suppose

☆ You and velvette are besties, she often steals you away from Vox so you two can draw up outfits

☆ and he totally doesn't ever never get mad at her because of that

☆ You often draw in a red and blue journal Vox gave you as a gift once, it was in a whim but you still love it dearly

☆ you draw pictures of him and you together with little hearts around them, but vox doesn't need to know that

☆ but one time he did look through your journal, out of curiosity. trying to hide the blush that spread across his face, he grabbed a pen and wrote little messages on a few of your doodles "Didn't know she was that obsessed with me" he mumbled under his breath while flipping through the pages

☆ “We're gonna recreate this photo tomorrow, meet me at my office in 4:00 dollface” -Vox

☆ when you noticed the note you almost lost your mind fangirling over this TV man

☆So you did as you were told and met him at his office, getting there a little bit early

☆ And just like that he picked you up and carried you bridal style to his chair, kissing you softly all over, with you giggling and blushing, creating your drawing perfectly.

-xoxo, Ari

#hazbin hotel #vox x reader #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel vox #vox hazbin hotel #fluff #romantic #hazbin hotel romantic #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer #lucifer morningstar

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ellecdc · 3 months

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OMG I HAVE AN IDEA

What about the kids (mid Hogwarts) in like 3rd or younger (2nd?) Year and they invite hermione and ron and the Weasley family for Christmas and it's amazing and we see draco getting along w them 😭😭😭 and Hermione is the 'mom' friend so she loves hanging out w the other blacks and potters? and we see how nice harry and draco's friends are and it's just a heartfelt moment 😭😭😭

I'm a whore for Christmas and also fluff so YES HERE YOU GO I don’t even know if this is any good so I apologize if this isn’t really what you were looking for. I realize now there isn’t much interaction between the golden trio + Draco but this is my take on it 🫶 CBBH Holiday Special - Weasley, Potter, Black families

CW: mentions of past (parental) abuse

What's One More?

You and Sirius were pretty chill parents – at least you liked to think so. You never really spoke to your children like they were children, but rather like little people who had important thoughts and ideas. You let them express themselves creatively, which sometimes led to paint and marker prints lining the walls, or photo albums being plundered and cut up to create scrap books, or even the odd redesign of an old family heirloom portrait in the hall.

None of that wasn’t anything that couldn’t be fixed with a little magic.

What you guys could not budge on?

Christmas at home with the family.

This was why when Draco sent a letter home during his 3rd year suggesting he may stay at Hogwarts for the holidays, Sirius thought your head might actually combust.

“What on earth is he thinking? He’s never spent a holiday away from us – why wouldn’t he want to come home?” You were yelling at Sirius as if it was him who suggested Draco stay at Hogwarts this Christmas.

“I’m not sure love, maybe there’s a reason.” He tried to reason with you. He should have tried to keep his mouth shut.

“There is no reason good enough to break his mother’s heart.” You pouted, sounding disturbingly close to tears.

And you all called Sirius the dramatic one.

“I’ll talk to him.” Sirius promised with a placating kiss to your temple.

So, Sirius sent him an owl basically along the lines of “hey mate, you’re tearing your mother apart here. It’d be sort of shady of me to let another guy break my girl’s heart so what the hell?”, to which Draco replied, basically speaking straight to Sirius’ soul.

“I’m sorry, dad, it’s just that Theo doesn’t really want to go home this winter, and I don’t want him to be alone for the holidays.”

My stupid lovely caring son, who raised him? Sirius wondered to himself. The answer was obvious. It was you.

Theodore Nott, son of Thoros Nott and the late Camelia Nott nee Rosier. His mother died under suspicious circumstances (which Sirius felt translated directly to “shitty ass husband”) when the boy was four, and Thoros Nott was able to avoid prosecution for his roles in the Wizarding War by offering intel on other prominent Death Eaters.

Azkaban or not, the man was an ass. Rumoured to have killed his own wife, Sirius couldn’t imagine he was much nicer to his only son.

The heir.

Sirius felt sick...it was nearly painful how much he could relate to poor Theodore Nott.

“Did you find out why your son hates us?” You asked Sirius a few days later. You were obviously teasing, but Sirius didn’t miss the genuine concern in your voice.

“Yes, and actually, the reasoning for his absence this holiday is a direct result of him being your child.”

You placed the mug you’d been holding a little too roughly onto the table as you leveled a look at Sirius. “What are you on about?”

“He doesn’t want to leave his friend behind.” Sirius smiled kindly at you. He watched the contempt drain from your face.

“The sod!”

Sirius barked a surprised laugh. “What!?”

“That’s such an easy fix!” you exclaimed like everyone around you was sort of stupid (they kind of were). “His friend can come here! We’re already hosting the Weasley’s; Lily told Harry to invite Hermione too. What’s one more?”

What’s one more, indeed.

So that’s how Sirius, James, Lily, you, Arthur & Molly Weasley ended up on platform 9 ¾ to retrieve exactly eleven (11) children while Bill and Charlie waited back at the house with Remus, Regulus and the youngest four of the Potter/Black children.

“Hermione, I hope your parents weren’t too disappointed we stole you away for the holidays. They already have to part with you for ten months of the year.” You said as you served Lyra a portion of roast potato’s before passing the dish to your left.

“They were a little sad, but they said they understood my excitement at getting the chance to spend more time with wizarding families.” The fourteen-year-old stated matter-of-factly.

“Well, perhaps the next time they’d like to join you. The more the merrier.” James interjected.

“You sure about that Prongsie? This table can’t take much more transfiguring to make it any longer!” Remus called dramatically from the opposite end of the table, as if they were in completely different rooms.

“Bugger the table!” James called back just as dramatically, “we’ll just get a new one!”

Sirius didn’t miss the nervous glance Theo shot towards Draco. Sirius remembered how nervous James’ boisterous behaviour with his parents made him – concerned that a lashing or crucio was just around the corner.

“Don’t mind them, Theo,” you offered quietly to the boy. Sirius took a moment to marvel the fact that you’d noticed too, and your mama-bear protection came out at the perfect time. “They’re idiots with zero volume control.”

“I HAVE PERFECT VOLUME CONTROL, VIX.” James screamed, causing the younger kids to squeal in laughter and bring their hands up to cover their ears. Hermione, Ron, and the rest of the Weasley’s all chuckled at the outburst as well – accustomed to James’ brand of goofiness.

“You get used to it, trust me.” Sirius offered quietly with a wink. Theo smiled gratefully at the two of you and seemed to relax somewhat in his chair.

“I agree that the production needs to be tightly structured and coordinated Percy, but it also has to be fun or you’re going to lose your actors.” Hermione could be heard arguing with the older boy from down the hall.

"I cannot work under these conditions." Percy could be heard responding.

“You’d think this was a Broadway production of Sweeny Todd.” Lily muttered quietly to Sirius sat beside her.

“What’s a Sweeny Todd?” Sirius muttered back.

“What’s a Broadway?” James muttered from her other side.

“Purebloods.” Remus muttered from across the room with an eyeroll.

The kids wanted to make their own play for the adults - it was mostly the youngest ones, though Fred & George never could help themselves but partake in any potential mischief, Hermione was very excited to help direct the production, and Percy never could leave very much alone. The second Hermione was involved, Harry and Ron shoved their noses into it too, while Draco and Theo sat in the audience with the adults and far too many stuffed animals.

“I mean, were the teddy bears really necessary? There’s already a theatre worth of people here.” Theo commented what he thought was quietly to Draco, but he had one werewolf and four animagi with animal-like hearing, as well as Molly & Lily with tried and true mother-hearing in the room, so his comment was met with a round of laughter.

“Oh my gods, Draco, can we keep him?” Remus commented as he pretended to wipe a tear from under his eye.

Pink dusted the tops of Theo’s cheek bones, but he offered the room a shy smile.

Sirius thought it was like looking in a mirror: he imagined this is what Effie and Fleamont saw when Sirius spent holidays in this very home some nearly twenty years ago. A boy who was likely fun and eccentric around his friends where he felt safe, but reverting to the proper pureblood heir you were beaten into becoming around adults.

Sirius sort of hated it.

As the little kids and the rest of the production made their way to the room, Sirius noticed James’ eyes on him. James offered him a kind smile that brought tears to his eyes, almost as if he was saying ‘I know, right?’

By the end of the holiday, the adults had almost managed to get Theo to shed his aristocratic persona with them.

“And how’s Minnie? Are you guys being nice to her? Make sure to set up some good pranks this year; gotta keep the old gal on her toes, it’s good for her health.” James said to the Hogwarts students solemnly at breakfast.

“You did not just call Minnie an ‘old gal’, Prongs.” Remus chided from his place at the table.

“You both did not just refer to Professor McGonagall as Minnie.” Regulus added incredulously.

“That’s her name, Reggie.” James answered no nonsense. “We earned that right when we graduated.”

“No, we earned that right when we graduated.” Lily corrected as she motioned to herself, you, and Regulus. “You lot should still be in detention for the crap you pulled.”

Remus, James, and Sirius all adorned their faces with a blissful sort of reverence as they thought back to their school days.

“We were awesome.” James said dreamily.

“You were awful.” You corrected.

“You’re our hero’s.” The Twins added in unison.

“What in Godric’s name are you doing to them, Hermione?” Ron asked through a large serving of sausage in his mouth.

Hermione, who was replacing small pompom’s into two kitchen whisks to hand back to three-year-old Stella and Leo, didn’t even spare Ron a glance as she answered sharply, “It’s good for their fine motor skills, Ronald.”

“Wha’s a fine motor skill?” He asked incredulously, somehow still with food in his mouth.

“Oh, read a book, Ronald.” Hermione huffed before her face turned sickly sweet as she cooed at Stella. “Good job, Stell!”

“Blimey.” Ron muttered as he turned to Harry.

“I can’t believe you’re all going to be leaving us again so soon!” Molly said tearfully as she looked around the room. “I like our having our table so full- FRED WEASLEY YOU GET THAT FURNITURE OFF THE CEILING THIS ISNTANT.”

“I’m George, mum.” The twin said from his chair suspended on the ceiling. Sirius had to give him credit for looking as casual as he did whilst all the blood in his body was no doubt making its way to his head.

“I DON’T CARE WHO YOU ARE, YOU’LL BE GROUNDED IF YOU’RE NOT DOWN IN THE NEXT 30 SECONDS.”

At the beginning of the week – the shouting, the threats, the energy, and the talking back that George (or Fred, Sirius still wasn’t entirely sure) just displayed would have had Theo pale in the face. Today, he just looked around the room quickly to ensure everyone else was in good spirits before joining in on the laughter.

Back on platform 9 ¾, you and Sirius decided to pull Draco aside.

“Hey love, listen. I don’t want to embarrass Theo, but would you let him know we really enjoyed his company over the holiday, and he is welcome at the Manor anytime.” You spoke softly to your son.

“We mean it, Draco. The Potter Manor has, and always will be, a safe place for people to run to. If he needs somewhere better, somewhere safer to go, he’s more than welcome to come live with us.” Sirius added earnestly.

Draco looked like he might cry before he threw himself into his parents’ arms, causing each of them to let out a surprised ‘oof’.

“I love you guys. I’m so lucky to have you – we all are.” Draco said, though his words were muffled from his place in the crook of Sirius’ arm.

“We’re the lucky ones, Draco.” You insisted as you stamped a kiss to his head.

The parents and youngest kids stood on the platform and waved as they watched the train disappear.

“It’s so odd.” James commented quietly.

“What is?” Sirius asked.

“How life works.”

Sirius looked at his mate who was still watching after the long-gone train hoping he would clarify. When it became obvious that he wouldn’t, Sirius elbowed him.

“How’s that?”

James finally turned to Sirius and offered him a smile that seemed to portray a mixture of grief, pride, and love.

“Draco is Theo’s James.”

Sirius watched as you dried your face and went about applying your skincare.

“I can hear your mind turning from here, babe. What’re you thinking about?” You finally said, causing Sirius to look at your reflection only to find your eyes already on him.

“You’re sure you are okay? If Theo needs to move in with us, I mean.” Sirius asks.

Your movements paused as your eyebrows migrated to meet in the middle – bemusement painting your features.

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“We sort of decided we weren’t going to have any more kids.” Sirius explained. You snorted in response as your turned to face him, leaning back against the bathroom counter.

“Sirius, as long as I don’t have to push anymore out, you can have as many kids as you want.”

Sirius smiled immediately at you. “You sure we don’t already have enough?” He asked

Your smile grew to match his. “What’s one more?”

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gazs-blue-hat · 3 months

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King!Johnny MacTavish x Siren!Reader (kinda FemOC, but she’s never given a proper name, descriptions, or anything. No Y/N either)

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Canon Typical Language, brief descriptions of injury and blood, storms (thunder and lightning), lots of ocean stuff (lmk if I missed any!)

AN- Dedicated to the lovely @sprout-fics who helped me out of my writing slump. Thank you forever friend. Another shout out to @deadbranch who indirectly inspired me to make pretty headings for my stuff! Thank you!

(Also, formatting may be weird due to me being on mobile)

Word Count: 2,802

There was a whisper on the breeze, as if the very sea itself was restless. Thunder cracks in the distance and lightning split the sky like some kind of beast tearing it open. Rain fell in sheets that created waves in the air, splashing against the tower of the castle upon the cliff face, mist settled against the glass paned doors of the royall chambers, creating droplets or condensation that clung to the glass before sliding down like tears on a face.

King John MacTavish pushed said doors open, his rough hands leaving prints in their wake. He should feel bad, but he knew the glass would be cleaned in the morning. Everything in his home was constantly being polished or shined or cleaned in some shape or form. He took a few large steps onto the stone balcony, his furs ruffling about his shoulders from the harsh wind. It was a dreadfully cold night out, his breath puffing before his face like the smoke from mythical dragons his ancestors claimed to have slain. He rested his hands on the salty parapet, scraping against stone that was constantly kissed by the sea. He looked out at the tempest, arms folding and shoulders sagging.

Oh the sea…

He sighed, his head hanging in a moment of pity for himself. He missed his old life. He missed the scent of the open ocean. He missed the feeling of the salt in his hair and the wheel in his hands. A ship captain turned king? Who would have thought? Certainly not him.

He looked down at his hands, rough from years of use on ships. Old calluses from harpoons and ropes slowly fading away from lack of use. His hands had never before been soft. They were a man’s hands, the hands of a warrior and of a worker. Not of…not of a cushy noble who sat in a castle all day.

He looked up, hearing the surf crash against the castle walls and feeling the mist settle on his shoulders. He turned his gaze to the churning depths below. The surf was rather high tonight, seeing as the moon was full and the tide was coming in. A particularly bright crack of lightning blinded him temporarily before the equally loud boom of thunder filled his ears.

The mighty captain turned king ducked and covered his ears, hands firmly protecting the one sense he truly was fearful of losing. His mind was filled with the memories of booming canons, the screams of men being torn apart by sabers and shrapnel from the exploding timbers of a ship. He stood, feeling the icy water spill onto his face as the rain hit the castle. He groaned and ran his hand down his face, feeling quite foolish for being spooked by a thing as simple as thunder. He used to take on giants of the deep without a drop of fear. Now he was simply jumping at shadows…

He scoffed and looked down at the swirling sea, watching as the foam and spray swirled in the wind. The tide rose again and a massive wave crashed against the cliff, momentarily blocking his view of the opposite shore. The water subsided and a low groan filled the air around him, seemingly coming from all directions. John spun, drawing his saber that he kept as his side at all times and pointing it at the space behind him. He checked the corners of his vision before slowly sweeping his attention across the empty balcony.

Nobody. There was nobody there. He sighed softly before sheathing the saber once more, turning to look out at the craggy shore. His eyes widened as he saw a woman, her skin scraped and scratched by the stones she now rested on.

“Steaming bloody Jesus…” the curse slipped from his mouth as he stormed back into his chambers, and hurried down the stairs. A few members of his staff yelped as he hurried down the stone steps, concerned for their king that was now trailing water through the castle. “Someone wake the surgeon! I may need her aid!” His voice boomed through the stone hallways and his Knight Captain nodded, the helmeted man clanking his way to the surgeon’s quarters.

John pushed open doors and hurried through the narrow halls until he made it to the docks behind the castle. Behind him, he could hear the rapid footsteps of the court surgeon following behind him. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Her words fell on deaf ears as he hopped over a low wall and scurried down the rocks to where he saw the woman. The surgeon growled in frustration while lighting a lantern, carrying it with her. “Damn it Johnny! Talk to me!” She ran behind him, ignoring the rain as it soaked her uniform and the utensils she had brought. “I can’t help if you don’t-“ she trailed off as Johnny held his arm up as he skidded to a halt, pointing at the woman who was laying on the stony shore.

Now that he was closer, he could see the jagged cuts and scratches along her body. He could see the blood staining the water red. He couldn’t see her lower half, seeing as the water was still lapping at her waist and the occasional wave rushed over her that would shift her entire form. He came closer, assisting the surgeon over the rocks as they got closer to the woman.

When they reached her, it was very clear she was in serious trouble. Her back was a mess of scars and scrapes, some older and some more recent. There was a series of marks on her back that Johnny identified all too well. She had been whipped, and aggressively too.

“I’m going to get a bed ready. Bring her to me and I’ll get her squared away.” She touched his shoulder and squeezed once. Reassuring him that she would be there if he needed her.

“Cmon lass…let’s get you warm..” his words were soft as he gently placed a hand on the injured woman’s shoulder. She didn’t move and she was freezing to the touch, giving Johnny cause to assume she was dead. He sighed heavily as he closed his eyes, resting more of his hand on her shoulder. His eyes snapped open when he felt her move. That same groan from before filling the air. He turned her over without thinking, ready to administer aid, hands hovering over her torso in the position the surgeon had taught him when he froze. She had…scales

Scales the likes of which he had never seen before. They were iridescent little things, trailing up her hips to her navel before becoming freckles against her skin. His eyes locked on her skin, the soft but cold skin of her torso that was covered in scratches and cuts. As his eyes trailed upwards, he could see that her upper torso was also coated in scales, a lighter shade than that of her hips that decorated her clavicle and upper arms. They were tiny things, glittering in what faint light he could see.

Her breath came shallowly and he placed his hand on her neck, feeling for a pulse. He had no idea if humans had the same anatomy as her kind, but he figured he’d try for a pulse anyway. A weak beat danced under his fingers and he breathed a sigh of relief. She was alive, for now at least. He was itching to learn more about this creature that had washed up on his shore but his thoughts were interrupted when a rather rough wave crashed over the rocks and soaked the king to the bone, or…more soaked than he already was.

“Oh for fuck’s sa-“ his curses died on his tongue as a bright bolt of lightning illuminated the source of the mermaid’s troubles. Her tail, which had been pushed into the shore by the incoming waves, was now visible for him to see. A massive amalgamation of fishing line, netting, and various hooks and harpoon heads had embedded itself deep into the flesh of the appendage and was cutting into her. “Oh lass…no wonder you couldn’t swim. Especially in this tempest…”

He sighed softly and shifted to grab his saber, removing it from the sheath. He shrugged off his coat and draped it across the mermaid’s tail, not resting his weight on her directly. The fur squished uncomfortably under his fingers and it was quickly stained by the blood flowing from the wound on her tail. With expert hands, he worked to slice the mess of string and metal free from the tail of the mermaid, being careful to not cut the injured flesh more. He removed most of the line with little issue, tossing it to the side and out of the water. The hooks were next and as he knelt closer to remove one, he looked back.

Eyes as stormy as the sea were looking back at him and he felt his blood run cold. They were slitted, like the eyes of the great cats from the stories back East and they were filled to the brim with rage. He raised his hands and held them above his head. “Easy…easy. I was just cutting them free. It won’t be pleasant, but you’ll be swimming in no time. Just…hold still.” He spoke softly, like one would to a wounded animal to get it to come closer. The mermaid didn’t move to attack him, instead she closed her eyes and lay back on the rocks, breathing heavily.

Johnny slowly and carefully removed the hooks from her tail, seeing how the fins were tattered and torn. Whatever scuffle this mermaid had gotten into, she had been lucky to escape it. Once the final hook was removed and he had tossed it to the side, he sat up, proud of his work. The tail was still wounded and blood still stained the rocks and water around them, but she wasn’t trapped by them anymore. He smiled and moved to get up when the large muscles of the tail twitched into life, spinning him into the water flat on his back.

He felt the water of the sea surge over his face as he fell back, a rock scraping across his shoulder painfully. He felt firm hands on his chest and when the waves receded, the face of the mermaid was above him.

Her glare was sharper than the rocks they found themselves on and colder than the rain that fell in sheets over the churning sea. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her mouth opened to form a hiss. Her teeth were razors, sharper than a shark’s and probably just as deadly. Johnny couldn't move, his arms pinned by the waves and the sheer strength of the woman pinning him down. He felt her inhale against him, deep and long until she screeched.

The sound was deafening. Johnny covered his ears as the mermaid, no, siren shouted at him. The rocks rumbled under his scrambling grasp and his eyes watered in pain. The siren surged over him, diving into an incoming wave and leaving him with a slap to the face with her powerful tail. Johnny could only watch the lightning lit waves for any sign of the mythical being, but he was met with nothing but churning water and spraying foam.

He wasn’t sure how long he stood on the shore but eventually the surgeon came back, a lantern held tightly in her grip. “Where did the woman go? Don’t tell me she-“ Johnny held up his hand and showed her the collected scales. They had broken off the siren’s tail as he was working on getting the hooks out. The surgeon took the scales and held them to the light, inspecting them.

“Wasnae a woman. It was something else…” His words were soft and his accent thick. The rain had stopped a while ago but he couldn’t remove his gaze from the sea. Something there was calling to him, and it caused an ache in his heart to be away from it. If John MacTavish had longed for the sea before, he was now enraptured by it.

For the entire walk back to the castle, his eyes were locked on those tumbling waves, searching and seeking for a glimpse of a tail, or of skin. A glimpse of her.

“I’ll see you again Bonnie. I swear it.”

#johnny soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #cod mw2 #John MacTavish x reader

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i can see yj!dick leaning towards the possessive aspect of being a yandere. not to say he isn’t violent… he’d print out photos of guys you talk to, hang them on a wall, and throw darts at them. maaaybe he’s a bit insecure in your relationship if you meet in the early seasons and he’s cocky and show-offish to compensate for his doubt. later though?? that boy knows you like him (who wouldn’t? he likes you more, though.) you know how he leaves the team behind a lot/goes off on his own? i feel like if you were part of the team and went on missions with them he’d only look back to make sure you were with him (still runs off when he sees you’re okay and aware, but he’s keeping an eye on you. covertly.) if you tell him that the stealthy laugh he does makes you feel safe/reassured, he definitely does it a lot more. if you’re less on the field and have a more passive position, like a doctor, he makes it a habit to get hurt more often. comes to you for the SMALLEST injuries so you can baby him. you tell him to gtfo (no you don’t cuz who could say no to him!!) he gets a scrape and comes crying to you about it he’s so silly… not sure what would happen with his canon relationships. maybe he’d still flirt and pursue relationships, but it’s definitely less genuine and more of a fill in type situation. gets broken up with once his partners realize they deserve better than someone who thinks of them as a rebound/stand-in (my true biases are showing maybe. cough zatanna cough barbara) less than a minor inconvenience to him but you better believe he runs to you every breakup, getting you to comfort him. (you turn your back for a second and his pout turns into the most sly grin ever. you turn back around and his eyes are full of unshed tears.) side note i don’t think he’s too hard to fluster early on. likes it when you get bold/assertive because he’s usually the one dropping hints lmfao. you’re still oblivious bless your heart but he’s making progress maybe? if you DO make the first move he’s speechless. (whelmed even!) not literally (unfortunately) because he never shuts up but he will be processing that for a while. side side note if you DO get with someone (cause i do usually imagine him with a reader that isn’t looking for a relationship) he’s doing background checks daily. i ALSO like to think that you know how crazy he is (not fully. but you’ve seen under his mask a few times.) besides, with yandere!dick i like to think that he eventually gets comfortable/lets you in enough to give you occasional glimpses of his lunacy (if you’re desensitized enough). if your living in gotham, you’re probably at least a little unfazed. plus, he knows how to make you agree with his views anyway. who cares if he rearranged that guys face! you didn’t see the way he was looking at you, really, it was for your own safety. don’t you trust him? he’s your robin, after all.

sorry for the paragraphs. he’s not even my favorite 😭

oh god this was a love letter to mine own heart i agree 10000%

he’d print out photos of guys you talk to, hang them on a wall, and throw darts at them.

hilarious imagery and so fucking in character help 😭

maybe he’d still flirt and pursue relationships, but it’s definitely less genuine and more of a fill in type situation. gets broken up with once his partners realize they deserve better than someone who thinks of them as a rebound/stand-in (my true biases are showing maybe. cough zatanna cough barbara)

YES!!!!! YES!!! i know some ppl may not like it but i think dick is most likely (out of the bat boys) to date around even after meeting you, but it's so empty hearted on his end

i like to think that he eventually gets comfortable/lets you in enough to give you occasional glimpses of his lunacy (if you’re desensitized enough).

HEHE i like the idea of that... i think yj!dick is def self-aware enough to kind of indulge in the darker parts of himself. as opposed to dick in other media, where it seems he has more restraint, imo. those parts still exist but he just chooses not to think about it that hard i think.

i kinda love the idea of reader seeing dick's more yandere tendencies and just writing them off like "oh~ he's just a little quirky, aren't we all!" they very much would just. either let themselves be convinced by dick or straight up gaslight themselves into doubting the depth of dick's darker side.

#ardennes' inbox #yandere batfam #if dick's not even your fave #id love to see how much you write for someone who is LMFAO #YOURE SOOOO TRUE IN EVERYTHING THO

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Pregnant! reader x Jake thought:

Jake loves to be in your bumpdate photos and likes to touch his belly to yours (and maybe pull silly faces) He likes to have polaroids or print them out to hang on the fridge or the wall (maybe even in the nursery). He's so exited and so so in love with you and the fact you're growing a piece of him. He's absurdly in love with you in general but hello breeding kink.

aaaah, beck, my love! yes yes yes, to all of this! 🥹 oh, that would be jake in a nutshell when you’re pregnant. not only is he making every second count and making a memory out of everything, his breeding kink is going through the roof.

he can be cradling your belly and taking a sweet polaroid of your bellies touching, and then shortly switch up as his fingertips trail up to your sensitive nipples, and he’s reminded that you’re growing a piece of him and it just sets him off.

i also love the idea of the polaroids in the nursery 🥹 it’s just something so personal to you both. you may have created a nursery based off ideas on pinterest, but that makes it your own.

eeeeek oh my love, thank you so much for these sweet thoughts and thots! mwah! 🥹🥰💌

#💌you’ve got mail #becks-things <33 #jake hangman seresin #sebs masterlist

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geminibsworld · 5 months

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R u mine?

summary: academy!coriolanus (modern day bc it’s my story) opposites attract fr

warning: cussing, corio being a dick lol, smut, fluff, angsty, uhhhh plus his chaotic

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arabella’s dark curls bounced behind her as she walks up the concrete stairs, her chanel necklace pinching her skin, a cigarette sat between her dark pink lips. dark make up around her brown eyes, tan skin peaking out of her loosened school uniform shirt hanging over her short plaid skirt, her black thigh highs in her black mary jane’s. she puffed on the cigarette before stopping and dropping it carelessly, stepping smashing the burning cigarette into the concrete. other students whispering and staring, she scoffs walking inside. mahogany walls, and pale concrete steps, book shelves and pictures of dead white men surrounded her. her heels click on the tile floor, as she heads towards the golden words that say, ‘office’ , her black dress coat, also apart of the uniform hung low only showing her black thigh highs, and mary jane’s showing. she leaned on the dark shelf waiting for someone to acknowledge her.

she stared into the small office seeing no one, she sighed looking at her watch on her wrist. suddenly a lady with bright grey hair appears, her glasses hung low on her nose. she smiled at arabella, sitting down at the desk.

“how may i help you?” the lady asks, opening up her macbook, typing and clicking a few buttons. she looks up at arabella through the top of her glasses.

“arabella lopez,” arabella only says, staring at her long red nails. admiring how perfect they looked, she pulled out her phone turning on the camera, looking at herself before pulling out a cherry red lip gloss applying it.

“are you new?” the woman asks her, arabella doesn’t answer at first. she rubs her lips together before pulling apart, a pop sound erupts from her plump lips. she shoves her phone in her bag, along with her lipstick.

“yeah,” arabella says, nodding, staring a head as she leans on one arm. her nails tapping impatiently, the lady nods at her words. she heard more typing before the printer started printing something. arabella sighs, annoyed.

“here you go sweetie,” the lady says, sliding arabella her schedule along with two other papers. one being her locker information and her room number this place being a boarding school and another being phone numbers and emails of all of her teachers.

arabella nods walking away, her heels clicking on the floor. as she steps up the stairs, she feels eyes on her. she turns and sees a blonde boy, staring at her from afar, and a girl with brown hair she looked like she was trying to pry his eyes away. arabella and the boys blue eyes met, she winked and smirked, before continuing her descent up the stairs. as she makes her way around the corner, she sees the boy and girl walking hand in hand towards her.

as arabella climbs the last few steps, the boy and girl not far from arabella, she gets to the top of the stairs. arabella looks at the paper looking around before spotting the class two doors away. just as she’s about to reach the door, the blonde boy reaches in front of her pulling the door open.

she jumps slightly, before turning and looking at him. he smiles at her, before arabella was about to walk through the brown hair girl pushed past her, practically stomping into the classroom. arabella laughs to herself.

“what’s so funny?” the boy asks, brows furrowed his pale blue eyes meeting her dark brown ones he noticed amusement twinkled in her eyes.

“nothing, she just seems like a lot of fun,” she says, her voice soft and smooth with a slight spanish accent. his brows raise, a laugh escape his lips. he shakes his blonde curls following after arabella.

he couldn’t help but watch her. she was mesmerizing, so different from everyone here. arabella smirks as she can feel his eyes before walking up the steps finding a seat in the back. she sits down her bag, pulling out her macbook, notebook, and a purple pen. coriolanus sits down on the other side of the room, sitting next to emma his girlfriend for the last year, her almond brown straight down her back, neat. he liked neat forsure, but that girl with the wild curls? she was new to coriolanus. he was interested forsure.

as class drones on, coriolanus showing off proceeded to answer as much questions as the professor would allow. arabella typed away, while noting things down. her nails tapping against, her keyboard. coriolanus answered questions left and right with ease, peaking at arabella every once in awhile hoping she’d take notice. oh she took notice, every time he would peak, she looked more obviously, just fucking with his girlfriend though.

as the class ended, arabella looked at her schedule heading to her next class. she walked into the room, coriolanus already there. he stand up walking to her, his face hard and his body stern and tight.

“who are you? where did you come?” he asks, his voice confused, his blues searching her face. she rolls her eyes shoving past him, coriolanus had never experienced such disrespect. he made a face, following her.

“hello? im talking to you?” he says like she should be obviously should be responding to him, she pulls out a chair throwing her bag into the empty chair next to her. she opens her bag pulling out her macbook, opening and logging in.

coriolanus couldn’t believe this, he was never ignored nor disrespected. he slams his hands down on the table, leaning down her height. she ignores him, reaching for other things.

“why are you being a bitch to me?” he asks, arabella can’t help but laugh. a melodic laugh escapes her dark red lips, she shakes her head her curls bouncing. tom scoffed, sitting up standing up straight adjusting his tie pulling at the bottom of his shirt. arabella finally looks him, their eyes meet and she has this twinkle in her eye again, his face relaxed for just a second before returning to look frustrated and confused.

“i don’t have to talk to you, i especially won’t talk to you if you’re an asshole and to answer your questions from earlier. im arabella, and im from none of your fucking business,” her accent coated her words in honey. they rolled smoothly off her tongue, too smooth. her words confident yet so honest.

“that’s not a real place,” coriolanus says, his brows furrowed. she rolls her eyes, sighing. coriolanus, scoffs folding his arms over his chest.

“for someone who’s highest in their class, you sure are dumb,” she laughs, biting her lip grinning. coriolanus unfolds his arms, before laughing rather dryly. he didn’t like how she was treating him, didn’t he know who he exactly was. the top of the class was just a mere accomplishment to him.

just as coriolanus is about to respond, the professor walks in. coriolanus returns to his seat which isn’t far from arabella. he liked her name, that would suit someone like his girlfriend. small, timid, frail girl. but her? she seemed tougher, rough around the edges, no control.

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arabella walks down the student hallway approaching her room, the door says 326 printed in gold just like the office up front. arabella pulls out her keys, sliding the key in. she opens the door, and see that coriolanus from earlier sitting reading a book on the other bed. she rolls her eyes as he looks up at her, arabella slams the door shut.

“yeah, men aren’t supposed to be in here,” arabella speaks, setting down her things as she sits on the bed. she pulls off her coat first, coriolanus sits up on the edge of the bed, a smirk on his lips.

“im waiting for someone,” he says, his eyes bluer than ever from the window being opened, arabella starts her fingers at her buttons. one by one she goes down, coriolanus’ eyes widen as she’s looking down at her shirt, her red nails finishing off her shirt. his eyes totally ogling her tan chest, a white lacy bra finally show pushing up her cleavage. he bites his lips, arabella snaps her head up, their eyes meeting before coriolanus pulls his book up to cover his face. arabella smirks to her, pulling the shirt off her shoulders standing her, pulling down her skirt slowly. coriolanus’ eyes watched, he licked his lips watching as she pulls the skirt over her hips turning around and slowly bending over, she was putting on a show he thinks. for him. the skirt drops, and he catches her white lacy panties, before she stands up straight walking over to her closet opening the door standing there.

coriolanus knew he was getting hard, he couldn’t look away. she had an actual body, more meat on her bones, he thought. she had actual curves, coriolanus had only seen these girls on the internet. he places his book on his lap, pulling out his phone. her curls reached half down her back, the white contrasting with her tan skin. she pulled out a hoodie and a pair of sweat pants, she throws them on her bed. the sun lighting up the room completely, she reaches around her back trying to reach around to unhook her bra, she struggles before coriolanus suddenly decides to speak up.

“need help? i’ll be a gentleman,” he says, already standing up. she turns to look at him, before pulling her long hair over her shoulder, nodding. he walks over to her, adjusting himself in his pants hating his big dick because every time he was hard in these tight ass pants it was painfully obvious. he stands behind her, her ass so fat almost touching his crotch. he was nervous, his hands feeling clammy. he had never been so close to a girl with such a body. he cleared his throat careful not to poke her, his hands softly touching her golden skin. she so soft, he almost came right there. he couldn’t believe the affect she had on him, they had only just met. all he knew was her name, and that she was gorgeous. his fingers pulling the fabric disconnecting the hooks, the straps loose, she made no movement as he takes his calloused fingers pushing the straps off her shoulders. she shakes her arms slightly, before turning around.

coriolanus’ eyes widened, his eyes making immediate movements towards her breast. they were medium sized, dark pink colored nipples. they hardened as the cool air touched them, he sucks in a breath feeling his cock throb in his pants.

“thanks, snowball,” she smirks at him, he feels like a weak child right now, he wants to grab her and just have his way with her. make her scream and beg for more, but his girlfriend wouldn’t like that very much.

her brown eyes darker than normal, brushing past him, her ass touching his crotch, he breathes out a quiet, ‘fuck’ as he stands there dumb folded. she slides the hoodie on over her chest before sliding the sweatpants up her long tan legs.

“hi baby,” emma’s voice snaps him out his thoughts, he turns to face her caught off guard. his cheeks pink, obviously flushed, and his very hard dick trying not to burst through the seems of his pants. he quickly grins pulling her into a hug. she presses a small kiss on his cheek, she had only agreed to date him if they could only have sex on their wedding night. occasionally she did things for him, but he loved doing things for her. she hated to be touched though, plus he could only eat her out.

“hi emma,” he breathes, his voice hoarse and rough as he rubs her shoulders. she grins at him, pulling away grabbing her louis vuitton purse off her desk.

“are you ready to go?” she asks, her perfect brows arched at him. he grins, nodding then clearing his throat. he quickly looks back at arabella, who had airpods in her eyes her eyes pouring into macbook.

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coriolanus was throwing a party at his frat, everyone was there, pretty or ugly, rich or poor, everyone was here. he hoped arabella would show up, he had people watching for her. he was paying them of course so they’d actually do it. he sat with his frat brothers and their girlfriends, playing poker. the room thumped with artic monkeys playing, red and blue lights lit up the room. coriolanus could never imagine acting like these fools, but his frat brother loves parties like these. he looks up, not seeing messy curls, but yet seeing straightened hair, well kind of it had more body to it. she wore a short bra long sleeve dress, black pumps on her feet, she walked in already a drink in her hand. he noticed her red nails, he loved that. most girls he was around had french tips, the classic short look. arabella’s nails were long and dark. the dress fit her curves perfectly, her small waist connecting to her perfect sized hips. he kissed emma on the cheek, whispering, ‘be right back,’ giving her his cards as she takes over. coriolanus approaches arabella, she was flirting with a man. he could tell, her eyes giving a more siren look and her dark lips into a mischief smirk. coriolanus knew the boy, he wouldn’t satisfy her like he could.

coriolanus places a hand on her shoulder, clearing his throat. she snaps at him, rolling her eyes.

“dude! have you met miss arabella?” the drunk boy, sejanus laughs, slurring his words slightly. he stumbles into her slightly, arabella grabs his arms stealing him laughing.

“yeah, i have actually. we talked a few times today, actually,” coriolanus gives him a knowing look. sejanus rolls his eyes, before hiccuping and replying.

“not all the pretty girls are yours, corio,” he slurs, coriolanus scoffs furrowing his brows. arabella giggles, coriolanus’ ears perk up at that sound.

“we all know you just want to use her and dump her afterwards sejanus, now let arabella and i talk,” coriolanus finally snaps, “now go,” sejanus scoffs, walking away heading towards their group of friends. arabella laughs, bitter lacing her voice. she turns around facing him. he looks down at her, before noting how actually short she is. coriolanus is six ft tall, yet she seems barely five ft. he smirks down at her, her thick brows furrowed at him.

“what if that’s what i want?” she challenges him, coriolanus laughs. he couldn’t satisfy that type of girl if he tried, but coriolanus? he could, he knows he could.

“please, he wouldn’t know how to work it or please you enough. you’d be extremely disappointed,” he laughs, so confidently. she shakes her head, scoffing at him.

“how do you know? huh? what would satisfy me?” she asks, narrowing her eyes at him. he smirks leaning down to her ear, his lips breath in her ear. she swallows dryly feeling nervous, remaining calm as her heart thumped in her head.

“let’s see, look at you. you need to be treated like a whore, a toy, someone who could control you and your body, because no offense, look at you. you’re a wild animal, you just need to be tamed,” his breath fanning her ear. he brushes her hair behind her ears before standing up straight, his hand fall to his sides smirking down at her. her dark brown eyes, narrowing at him once more except different. she bit her lip, before nodding at him.

“you’re right. i love to be fucked like a whore, corio,” she says, her thick brow arched at him. he smirks, leaning down his lips on her ear.

“yeah?” he asks, his hand sliding behind her back gently tugging on her hair.

“yeah,” she says smirking at him.

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her hands tugged on his curls hard, he groans into her mouth. his hands cupping her jaw, kissing her with such passion and hunger. his hands go for her dress hiking it up her hips, as his fingers teased her wet heat as they make out.

somehow they ended up in coriolanus’ room, but this was his plan. have her in the palm of his hand. he was obsessed with her confidence and power. she was so different than anyone he had ever met. he couldn’t date her not yet, but he could have his way with her. if he makes her cum tonight more than once, she’ll be his forsure.

his fingers rubbed her clit, feeling her juices soak through her thin panties. she moans into his moan, her nails digging into coriolanus’ shoulders leaving marks. he pulls away from her, sliding her panties down her legs. as he pulls his belt off he gets an idea.

“turn over, baby,” he rasps, “arch,” his voice is stern. he loves to be in control.

she rolls over, on her hands and knees, arabella lays her cheek on the bed arching her back. coriolanus groans, rubbing and gripping her fat soft flesh. he moans, palming himself in his pants, before unbuttoning his pants and unzipping. he pulls himself out of his boxers, spitting in his hand stroking himself a few times moaning. arabella lay there in anticipation as his tips rubs between her folds, they both moan out, his tip rubbing her clit as he holds himself rubbing his cock against her.

“fuck,” she moans out, coriolanus places a hand on her hip, spreading her cheeks as he places his tip at her small hole. she heard rumors of the coriolanus being big, but she figured it was gossip.

he slides in slow, arabella starts panting slightly, little whimpers escaping her lips. her eyes screwed shut, as he enters her. coriolanus throws his head back, groaning loudly before pulling himself then reentering with no warning. his hips slam into her ass, her fist grip the sheets. he starts going at a steady pace as she soaks his cock, he’d never felt anyone so wet for him before. coriolanus was in heaven, groaning so loudly he didn’t care. he slams into her, her ass jiggling with each thrust. arabella lets out a loud screaming, clenching around him once again soaking him as her juices dripped down his cock.

“so wet for me, such a good girl,” he moans, slapping her ass. she cries out, before adjusting her positing now just on her hands and knees.

coriolanus places a hand on her hip before grabbing her hair, yanking it around his large hand. his hand fisting her hair, she whimpers. coriolanus shows no mercy, pounding into her. arabella’s moans not slowing down, as he finds her g spot. her moans becoming more high pitched, he relentlessly pounds her feeling her clench and cream all over him again.

“yeah, take it. cum all over my cock, baby,” he grumbles, she cries out cumming again, she soaked his cock so much. his thrusts sounded so wet, he closed his eyes moaning before slamming into her more becoming slightly more sloppy just as he’s about to cum, he pulls out stroking himself twice before shooting his cum all over her ass. he smirks at her, before slapping her ass again.

he goes and grabs a towel for her tossing it on the bed. arabella grabs the towel, crawling and standing up. she wipes her ass off seeing a hand print. she listens to the rustling of coriolanus getting dressed, she turns around pulling her dress.

“im keeping your panties,” coriolanus’ voice snapping her out of her dizzy haze, her legs shake quivering slightly. she furrows her brows, laughing ever so slightly. he looks at her, confused.

“so, how’d i do? miss arabella,” he asks, smirking at her, eyes narrowing at her. his hands on her small waist, pulling her chest into his. she places her hands on his chest, making a face.

“i guess you did okay,” she says, before a grin comes creeping up. she felt embarrassed, he really did fuck her the way she likes. plus he knew how to make her cum.

“more than okay, you came on my cock five times,” he laughs, cocky but teasing lacing his voice.

“yeah, i did didn’t i?” she asks, looking up at him through her lashes.

“yeah, baby, “ he murmurs next to her ear, “stay the night, just me and you,” his hands rubbing her back, ever so slightly giving her goosebumps.

“we could fuck more,” he says, she hums in response.

“that’s not a bad idea,” she smirks, her nails trailing around his waist band. he bites his lip, watching her finger, smirking at her.

coriolanus and arabella agreed to keep things physical, and not emotional. no strings attached she says, coriolanus was fine with that. they were opposites yet, so connected physically he couldn’t say no. plus he still had emma.

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#tom blyth #billy the kid #billy the kid 2022 #ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #tom blyth smut #coriolanus snow #coriolanus smut

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layce2015 · 1 year

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

The Usual Suspects

Masterlist

*3rd Person POV*

Baltimore, Maryland

"Under what name? Oh, yeah, that's my favorite so far. Possible ID's in three states that we know of." Sheridan asked as he was on his cellphone. Then he pulls a paper from the fax machine and stares at it. "I gotta call you back." He said as he hangs up.

Meanwhile, a SWAT team approaches a motel room from the outside.

Back at the station, Sherdian enters an interrogation room then sits down across from Dean Winchester. "Well, first I thought you were just stepping up your game. Credit card fraud, breaking and entering, and this one...puzzled me. Grave desecration. But still these are a long way from murder. Then we get a fax from St. Louis. Where you're suspected of torturing and murdering a young woman. However, no one could prove anything, of course, because supposedly you died there." He said.

Back at the motel, The SWAT team breaks open a 2nd-floor door with a battering ram. Inside, Sam stops, holding his hands up. Diana Ballard advances on Sam, her gun forward. "Going somewhere, Sam?" She asked him as Sam looks at her, nervously. "Now...where's (y/n)?" She asked and Sam shrugs.

"But I gotta tell you something. You look pretty healthy to me." Sheridan said as he looks at Dean. "So now we know Karen Giles wasn't the first person you murdered. But I guarantee you she's the last." He said as he stands for a moment then he walks out.

Early the next morning, Ballard enters another interrogation room, where Sam is pacing by the window. She places a coffee cup on the table. "Thought you might be thirsty." She said and Sam looks at her. "Okay, so you're the good cop. Where's the bad cop?" He asked. "Oh, he's with your brother." Ballard said.

"Okay. And you're holding us why?" Sam asked her. "Well, he's being held on suspicion of murder. And you, we'll see." She said and Sam leans forward, shocked. "Murder?!" He exclaims, shocked. "You sound genuinely surprised. Or are you that good of an actor?" Ballard asked.

"Who was he supposed to have murdered?!" Sam asked her. "We'll get around to that." She said and Sam scoffs. "Well, you can't just hold us here without formal charges!" He shouts. "Well actually, we can, for forty eight hours, but you being a pre-law student, would know that. I know all about you, Sam." She said then she reads from a file.

"You're twenty three years old, no job, no home address. Your mother died when you were a baby, your father's whereabouts are unknown. And then there's the case of your brother Dean. Whose demise was, well, just a little bit exaggerated. Feel free to jump in whenever you like." She said and Sam leans against the wall, folding his arms.

"Shy? No problem. I'll keep going. Your family moved around a lot when you were a kid. Despite that, you were a straight-A student. Got into Stanford with a full ride. Then about a year ago there was a fire in your apartment. One fatality. Jessica Moore, your girlfriend. After she died, you fell off the grid. Left behind everything." She said as she closes the file.

"I needed some time off. To deal. So I'm taking a road trip with my brother and an old family friend." Sam said. "How's that going for you?" Ballard asked. "Great. I mean...we saw the second largest ball of twine in the continental US. Awesome." Sam said and he pulls a chair up to the table and straddles it.

"We ran Dean's fingerprints through AFIS." Ballard said. "Okay." Sam said. "Got over a dozen possible hits." She said. "Possible hits. Which makes them worthless." Sam points out. "But it makes you wonder. What are we gonna find when we run your prints?" She asked him. "And once we find (y/n), we'll run her prints as well."

"Yeah, well." Sam said and he pounds his fist on the table sarcastically. "You be sure to let me know, all right." He said then he points at the cup. "May I?" He asked her. "Please." She said. "Great." He said and he sniffs the cup and sips it as she leans over him, intently.

"Sam, you seem like a good kid. It's not your fault Dean's your brother. We can't pick our family. Right now detectives in St. Louis are exhuming a corpse. They're trying to figure out how your brother faked his own death. After torturing all those young women. Dean's a bad guy. His life is over. Yours doesn't have to be." She said as Sam looks at her, incredulous.

"You want me to turn against my own brother?" Sam asked her. "No. We already caught him cold. Red-handed at the Karen Giles murder scene. We just need you to fill in some missing pieces. And maybe tell us where (y/n) is." Ballard said.

"Why would I do that?" Sam asked her. "Because I can talk to the DA. Make a deal for you. You can get on with your life. Dean's as good as gone. (Y/n)'s, I'm not too sure about her but that's why we need to find her." Ballard said. SM thinks for a moment, looking distraught, then begins speaking quietly.

"My dad, (y/n)'s dad and Tony Giles were old friends. They were in the service together. We've known him since we were kids, you know? So we came as soon as we heard about his death." Sam starts to explain.

Flashback

*(y/n)'s POV*

Dean and I were sitting at a cafe table, he was reading a newspaper and I just look out at the streets. Sam then approaches with a drink carrier, holding three cups of coffee and sets it down.

As he sits, Dean hands over the paper. "There you go." Sam said as he hands us our dinks then takes a chair from another table and pulls it up to our table. "Anthony Giles." Dean said.

"Who's Anthony Giles?" Sam asked him. "He's a Baltimore lawyer. Working late in his office, check it out." Dean said and Sam takes the paper and I lean over to read it as well. "Uh...throat was slit, room was clean. Huh. No DNA, no prints." I read and Dean nods.

"Keep reading, it gets better." He said, encouraging. "Security cameras failed to capture footage of the assailant." Sam said. "So I'm thinking either somebody tampered with the tapes --" Dean said and I talk over him. "Or it's an invisible killer." I said and Dean nods. "My favorite kind. What do you think, guys? You wanna check it out?" He asked us and we nodded.

*3rd Person POV*

Present Day

"Woulda been kinda hard for Dean to kill Tony, considering we weren't in town at the time." Sam said to Ballard. "So tell me what happened next." She said, questionable. "Okay, uh, that's when we went to see Karen. She was barely holding it together. We just wanted to be there for her. You know?" He explains.

Flashback

*(y/n)'s POV*

Karen, a young woman with dark hair and dark-framed glasses, is sitting in her home, on the verge of tears. She's looks at us, as we were dressed as insurance company employees. "Insurance. I totally forgot about the insurance." She said. "We're very sorry to bother you right now, but the company is required to conduct its own investigation. You understand." Sam said to her. "Sure." She said.

"Okay. Um. If you could just tell us anything you remember about the night your husband died." I said to her. "Uh, Tony and I were just supposed to have dinner. He called and said he was having computer troubles and that, that he had to work late. That was it." Karen said.

"Do you have any idea who could have done this to him?" Sam asked her. "No. No, it's like I told the police, I, I have no idea." She said. "Did Tony mention anything, you know, unusual to you? In the days before his death?" Dean asked her.

"Unusual..." she said, confused. "Yeah, like strange?" Dean asked and she shakes her head. "Strange?" She said. "You know, Karen, weird? Weird noises, uh, visions, anything like that?" He asked her and Sam clears his throat and gives Dean a look. Karen turns to Sam, who turns on his concerned-face again, as I shoot Dean a look as Karen glances down.

"He had a nightmare the day before he died." She said. "What kind of a nightmare?" Sam asked her. "Uh, he said that he woke up in the middle of the night and there was a woman standing at the foot of the bed, he blinked and she was gone, I mean, it was just a nightmare." Karen said, shrugging.

"Did he say what she looked like?" Dean asked her. "What the hell difference does it make what she looked like?" She asked, annoyed. "Uh, it's just, our, our company's very thorough." Dean said. "He said she was pale, and she had dark red eyes." She replied.

*3rd Person POV*

Present Day

"So I gave Karen a hug, told her to call me if she needed anything...and that was it. End of story." Sam explained to Ballard, who lowers her head and sighs. "Sam, I am trying to help you here. But you have got to be honest with me. Now we have an eyewitness. Someone who saw two men and a woman fitting you, your brother and (y/n)'s description breaking into Giles' office." She said.

"Okay, look, Karen called us later, said that there was some stuff that she wanted from Tony's office, but the police weren't letting her in -- like, a picture of the two of them in Paris, and some other stuff. Look, it was wrong to enter a crime scene, but she gave us the key!" Sam explained.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Flashback

I pick the lock on Giles office and the three of us enter, ducking under the police tape. Sam shines his flashlight on a pool of blood on the floor. "Hey. Anthony Giles' body was found right about here." Sam said as I read a file. "Throat slit so deep part of his spinal cord was visible." I said and Dean whistles.

"What do you think? Vengeful spirit? Underlining vengeful?" Dean asked us. "Yeah, maybe. I mean he did see that woman at the foot of his bed." I said as Dean picks up a sheet of paper lying on the desk. "Take a look at this." He said amd Sam takes the paper, which contained small-font printing of the word "danashulps" repeated over and over to fill the page.

"Dana Shulps. A name?" Sam asked as I find another paper. "I dunno, but it's everywhere." I said and Dean grins. "Well, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." He said and I roll my eyes.

Sam shines his flashlight down on the glass table in front of him, pausing. He breathes on the glass, revealing the same letters "DANASHULPS" impressed in the surface. "Wow. I'd say we've officially crossed over into weird." Sam said. "Maybe Giles knew her." Dean said, shrugging. "Or maybe it's the name of our pale red-eyed mystery girl." I said to him. "Well. Let's see what we can see." Dean said.

Later, we become frustrated, having found nothing after searching through all accessible paper and computer files in the office. Sam and I are on our desktop computers. "There's not a single mention of a Dana Shulps anywhere. There's not a D. Shulps. Or any other kind of friggin' Shulps." Dean said, frustrated.

"Great." Sam mutters as I shake my head. "What have you guys got?" Dean asked. "Nothing." I said, raising my hands up then dropping them. "Same here. No Dana Shulps has ever lived or died in Baltimore in the last fifty years at least." Sam said. "So what now?" Dean asked.

"Well, I think I'm pretty close to cracking Giles' password. Maybe there's something in his personal files, you know?" said Sam. "By close you mean..." Dean said. "Thirty minutes, maybe?" Sam said, shrugging, and Dean glances at his watch. "Awesome. So I guess I just get to, uh, hang out." He said then he goes to sit on the bed while Sam and I work on the computer.

Then Dean starts making clicking and mouth-fart noises, which annoyed me and Sam as well. "Dude, seriously." Sam exclaims as I look over at him. "All right, I'm gonna go talk to Karen again, see if she knows anything about this Dana Shulps, huh?" Dean said. "Great." I said as Dean gets up.

"Keep going, Sparky." Dean said and he leaves while I shake my head.

*3rd Person POV*

Present Day

"Then Dean went back to Karen's place to check up on her. I mean, you know, she had been pretty upset earlier." Sam explained. "So why didn't you or (y/n) go with him?" Ballard asked him. "I just went back to the motel. And then (y/n) went to go pick hs ho something to eat." Sam said then he thinks for a moment.

"How'd you know we were there, by the way?" He asked. "We found the motel matchbook on your brother when we arrested him. Let's quit fooling around. Now you were with your brother the whole time you were in Baltimore. Why separate now? Because your brother left you and (y/n). To go murder Karen." Ballard said and Sam shakes his head.

"He didn't kill anyone." Sam said, firmly, then Ballard hits the table. "I heard the 9-1-1 call! Karen was terrified. She said someone was in the house." She yells at Sam.

Flashback

Dean arrives at Karen's and knocks on the door. "Karen, you in there?" He called out but no response he looks around, then picks the lock and enters. He tries the light by the door, but it doesn't work.

He goes further into the house, up the stairs and into the bedroom. He pushes open the door and sees Karen lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood, her throat is slit deeply. He sees the pages from the printer and frowns.

"Seriously, what the hell?" He asked as he kneels down by Karen's body, noticing bruises on her wrists. He takes one wrist in his hand.

"Freeze." A voice ordered.

Behind Dean, two cops have their guns trained on him. "Stay on your knees. Hands where I can see them. Now!" The officer said and he complies. "Cuff him." The officer said and her partner goes and cuffs Dean.

Present Day

Sherdian is sitting in an observation room from which he can see Dean, handcuffed to a table. Ballard enters. "You getting anywhere with him?" She asked him. "No. Just a lot of wise-ass remarks. You?" He asked. "Sam's story matches Dean's to the last detail." Ballard said.

"Hmm. Yeah, well, these guys are good. I'll give 'em that. We just need to find that (y/n) girl. She's the missing piece. Have you heard if they found her?" Sheridan asked her and she shakes her head. "If we don't get Sam to flip we have nothing but a lot of circumstantial evidence. Or if we don't find (y/n)...." Ballard said.

"Hey. We've got Dean at the crime scene with blood on his hands. Juries have convicted for less." Sheridan said to her. "Yeah, but, I mean, where's the murder weapon? What's the motive? You talk about reasonable doubt." Ballard said, doubtful. "Diana." Sheridan said and he touches her face after he turns to her. "Do you have reasonable doubt? We keep leaning on these guys, one of them will tumble. And don't forget about St. Louis. I'm telling you. This Dean guy is our guy." He said, firmly.

"I know Tony Giles was a friend of yours." Ballard said and Sheridan's jaw sets. "Yeah. He was, he was a good friend." He said, firmly. "Look, and I know you want to clean this mess up quick. But come on, Tony knew a lot of criminal types, I mean, maybe we're just..." she said, shrugging, but he shakes his head.

"Criminal types? He was a defense lawyer, for godsakes, of course he knew criminal types." He said and Ballard sighs. "All right, let's get back at 'em." She said. "No, you know what? Let 'em stew in their juices for a bit. Come here." He said and he leans in and kisses her.

Dean, still handcuffed to the table, is muttering to himself, thinking. "Dana Shulps, Dana Shulps, Dana Shulps Dana, Dana Shulps..." he mutters while in Sam's interrogation room, he pulls a pad of paper and a pen to him and writes "DANA SHULPS" in block letters, frowning in thought.

"Maybe it's not a name. Maybe it's not a name." Dean mutters to himself. "Anagram, maybe?" Sam whispers and he writes "ANDA SH..." underneath the first line, then continues.

Head down, Dean continues to mutter to himself until there's a knock on the door; he looks up. A smiling middle-aged man pokes his head in. "Mr. Winchester?" He said. "Yeah." Dean said. "I'm Jeffrey Kraus. I'm with the public defender's office. I'm your lawyer." Krause introduced. "Oh. Thank God. I'm saved." Dean said, deadpanned, as Kraus sits down.

"Hey, could I, uh, steal a pen from you? Some paper?" He asked. "Sure." Jesus said and he hands over the items and Dean starts scribbling. "Uh, well, the police haven't found a weapon yet. So that's good. But, uh, they got your prints. And literally blood on your hands. And with your police record, uh..." Kraus said but he sees that Dean is ignoring him.

"Mr. Winchester? What are you doing?" He asked. "I think it's an anagram." Dean replies and Kraus looks at him, confused. "A what?" He asked. "An anagram. Same letters, different words." Dean said as the pad of paper now reads:

DNA SHULPS

DAN SHULPAS

LAND PUSHAS

SUPASH LAND

PUSH LANDAS

PLUSH DANAS

"Uh, do me a favor? See if you recognize any of these words, you know, local names, places, anything like that?" Dean asked Kraus as he pushes the paper to him. "Do you understand how serious these charges are?" Kraus asked. "I'm handcuffed to a table. Yeah, I get it. Humor me. Take a quick look." Dean said to him.

Kraus pulls the pad over to him and looks it over. "Well, S-U-P, I don't know about that, but Ashland is a street name. Not far from here." He said. "A street." Dean said then he takes the pad back, tears off a sheet of paper and starts writing again.

"Let's start with where you were the night Anthony Giles died." Kraus said then Dean turns to him. "Can you get in to see my brother?" He asked. "Mr. Winchester, you could be facing the death penalty here." Kraus said, warningly. "Hey, thanks for the law review, Matlock. But. If you want to help me..." Dean said then he holds up the folded note he's just finished. "I need you to see my brother." He said.

Sam looks at the note Dean sent him, which reads:

HILTS —

IT'S A STREET

ASHLAND.

-MCQUEEN

"I hope that's meaningful. But I'd like to discuss your case now." Kraus said and Sam gestures to the chair. "Sure thing, Matlock." He said and Kraus rolls his eyes. "You two really are brothers, aren't you?" He mutters as he sits down. "Now. As you know, the DA might be interested in..." he said when there was a knock on the door, which was quickly followed by Ballard, who addresses Kraus.

"We need you. With the other one." She said to him, firmly.

Several others have crowded into the observation room outside where Dean is being held; across from his seat a digital camera has been set up. Ballard and Kraus enter. "Counselor? Your boy decided to confess." Sheridan said and Kraus turns to Dean.

"Mr. Winchester? I'd advise against that strongly." He said but Dean ignores him. "Talk directly into the camera, first stating your name for the record." Sheridan said to Dean, who clears his throat and leans forward, looking into the camera.

"My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women. And I did not kill anyone. But I know who did. Or rather what did. Of course it can't be for sure, because our investigation was interrupted. But our working theory was that we're looking for some kind of vengeful spirit." He said and Ballard looks at him, confused.

"Excuse me?" She said as Dean continues. "You know, Casper the bloodthirsty ghost?" He asked while in the observation room, the spectators start laughing. "Tony Giles saw it. I'll bet you cash money Karen did too. But see, the interesting thing is the word it leaves behind. For some reason it's trying to tell us something. But communicating across the veil, it ain't easy. You know, sometimes the spirits, they, they get things jumbled. You remember REDRUM. Same concept. You know, it's, uh, maybe word fragments... other times, it's anagrams. See, at first we thought this was a name, Dana Shulps. But now we think it's a street. Ashland. Whatever's going on, I'll bet you it started there." Dean said then he spreads his hands and smiles.

"You arrogant bastard. Tony and Karen were good people, and you're making jokes." Sheridan said, angrily. "I'm not joking, Ponch." Dean said. "You murdered them in cold blood just like that girl in St. Louis." Sheridan growled. "Oh, yeah. That wasn't me either. That was a shape-shifter creature that only looked like me." Dean replied as he smiles at the camera.

Sherdian loses his temper and hauls Dean up by the collar, slamming him against the wall. "Pete, that is enough!" Ballard yells.

"You asked for the truth." Dean said as Sheridan glares at him then let's him go. "Lock his ass up." He orders as another cop takes over, shoving Dean face-first against the wall and handcuffing him.

Sherdian and Ballard return to the other room only to find Sam gone; the coffee and the note are still on the table. "What the hell? Where is he?" Sheridan asked as he goes to the window, which is open, and looks out.

Ballard sees the note on the table and picks it up. "What'd he do? The fire escape's way over there. I bet that (y/n) girl came in and...what?" Sheridan said as he looks at Ballard.

"These two guys." She said and she hands him the note. "Hilts and McQueen?" He said, confused. "Hilts is Steve McQueen's character in the Great Escape." Ballard explains and Sheridan growls as he crumbles the paper in his hand.

Ballard enters the bathroom and the lights flicker. She sighs. As she approaches the sink, it turns on by itself. She recoils then all the faucets start pouring out hot water, steam rising.

In the fogging mirror the letters DANASHULPS are formed; Ballard scrubs them away to reveal a ghost. Her throat is slit deeply, her eyes deep red. She struggles to talk while Ballard is too shocked to speak.

Dean was handcuffed to another table as Ballard enters, nervous. Then she shuts the door. "Can we make this quick? I'm a little tired, it's been a long day, you know, with your partner assaulting me and all." Dean grumbles as Ballard looks over at him. "I want to know more about that stuff you were talking about earlier." She said and Dean looks up at her.

"Time Life. Mysteries of the Unknown. Look it up." He said. "Let's pretend for the moment you're not entirely insane." She said and Dean hums at this. "What would one of these things be doing here?" She asked. "A vengeful spirit? Well, they're created by violent deaths. And then they come back for a reason, usually a nasty one. Like revenge on the people that hurt 'em." Dean explains.

"And uh, these, they're capable of killing people?" She asked as she rubs her neck. Dean then notices something on her wrist. "Where did you get that?" He asked her. She pulls up her sleeves to reveal deep bruises. "I don't know. It, it wasn't there before." She said, scared and confused.

"You've seen it, haven't you? The spirit?" Dean asked and she looks back at him. "How did you know?" She asked. "Because Karen had the same bruises on her wrists. And I'm willing to bet that if you look at Giles' autopsy photos he's got 'em too, it's got something to do with this spirit, I...I don't know what." Dean said and Ballard turns away, looking into the mirror. "I know. You think you're going crazy. But let's skip that part, shall we? Because the last two people who saw this thing? Died, pretty soon after. You hear me?" He said to her.

"You think I'm going to die." She said. "You need to go to Sam and (y/n). They'll help." Dean said and Ballard turns to him. "You're giving your brother and your friend up." She said. "Go to the first motel listed in the yellow pages. Look for Jim Rockford or Olivia Benson- it's how we find each other when we're separated. Now you can arrest them if you want. Or you can let them save your life." Dean said as the two stare at each other.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Sam and I were sitting at a motel desk, going through the files of the case. Ever since the cops came and arrested Sam and Dean, I had been hiding among the town which I can tell you it was really hard. I had even went into the impound lot and found the Impala and snuck it out of the lot.

At one point, I saw Sam running along the street and I stopped him and told him to hop in. He got in and we went into a different hotel and tried to figure this case out.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I looked over at Sam then I get up, slowly, and open it to find a woman, wearing a formal suit, standing there, looking scared but also surprised. "(Y/n), I presume." She said to me. "And you must be Officer Ballard." I said and she nods. "You here to arrest us?" I asked her as Sam comes up next to me. She shakes her head and shrugs and I nod and let her in.

After she explained herself, she shows us her wrists. "These showed up after you saw it?" Sam asked her. "Yeah, I guess." She said. "All right. You're going to have to tell us exactly what you saw." I said to her, firmly. "You know, I must be losing my mind. You're a fugitive." She said as she points at Sam then she turns to me. "You're a person of interest. I should be arresting you two." She said.

"All right. Well, you know what? You can arrest us later, all right? After you live through this. But right now you've gotta talk to us. Okay?" Sam said and she nods. "Okay, great. Now, this spirit. What did it look like?" I asked her. "She was, um, really pale, and her throat was cut, and her eyes, they were like, this deep dark red? It appeared like she was trying to talk to me. But she couldn't. It was just...a lot of blood." She explains.

"You know what? Here. We've been researching every girl that's ever died or gone missing from Ashland Street." Sam said as we lead her over to a table, where Sam gathers up a stack of crime scene photos. "How'd you get those? Those are from crime scenes, and booking photos." Ballard said, shocked.

"You have your job, we have ours. Here. I need you to look through these, tell us if you recognize anyone." Sam said and Ballard sits and flips through the stack. On the third photo, a young woman's booking photo, she stops. "This is her. I'm sure of it." She said and I look at the photo.

"Claire Becker? Twenty eight years old, disappeared about eight or nine months ago." I told her and she looks at us, confused. "But I don't even know her. I mean, why would she come after me?" She asked. "Well, before her death, she was arrested twice. For dealing heroin." I explain as Sam and I look at her.

"You ever work narcotics?" Sam asked her. "Yeah, Pete and I did. Before Homicide." She said and I hold up Claire's picture. "You ever bust her?" Sam asked her and she shakes her head. "Not that I remember." She said. "It says that she was last seen entering 2911 Ashland Street. Police searched the place, didn't find anything. Guess we gotta check it out ourselves. See if we can find her body." I said and she shakes her head.

"What?" She asked. "Well, we gotta salt and burn her bones. It's the only way to put her spirit to rest." Sam said and Ballard looks at us, disbelief. "Of course it is." She said and I chuckled as we start to head out.

We make it to Ashland Street and lead Ballard into a dark and creepy Warehouse. "So what exactly are we looking for?" Ballard asked us. "We'll let you know when we find it." Sam said and we split up. I checked up a flight of stairs for a few moments when I heard Ballard shout. "Sam? (Y/n)? Guys!"

I run down the stairs and meet up with Sam as we go over to Ballard. "Hey! Hey, we're here." Sam said to her as we come up to her as she looks ahead of herself in fear. "What is it? What happened?" I asked her. "Claire..." she said.

"Where?" Sam asked her. "She, she was here." Ballard said as she points in front of her. "Did she attack you?" I asked her. "No. No, she was just like, reaching out to me. She was over there by the window." She said and she points at the window, which is blocked by a shelving unit.

"Here, help me move this, Sam." I said to Sam and he nods and we shove the shelves aside, revealing the window. It is labeled from the outside: Ashland Supplies.

"Our little mystery word." Ballard said as we turn to see a shadow on the opposite wall, casting the words into clear reflection. "Now the extra letters make sense." Sam said and he pulls out his EMF reader and approaches the opposite wall.

"What is that?" Ballard asked. "Spirits and certain remains give off electromagnetic frequencies." I explained to her. "So if Claire's body was here, that would indicate that?" She asked. "Yeah. Well, that's the theory." Sam said and the EMF reader purrs as he waves it over the brick wall. He turns to us.

Sam and I start breaking through the wall with a couple of sledgehammers while Ballard stood back out of harm's way. When we knock out a sizable hole, I poke my flashlight inside and look. "Yeah. Yeah, there's definitely something in there." I said and we start breaking through the wall with our elbows and fists.

"You know? This is bothering me." Sam said. "Well, you two are digging up a corpse." Ballard said and I chuckled. "No, not that. That's, uh, that's pretty par for the course, actually." Sam said, smiling. "Then what?" Ballard asked. "It's just, I mean, no vengeful spirit we've ever tussled with wanted to be wasted, so why the hell would Claire lead us to her remains? It doesn't make any sense." Sam said as we break open most of the wall.

Together, we pulled out a shroud-wrapped body and place it on the ground. I pull out a pocket knife and cut the ropes holding the shroud together, uncovering Claire's body. Ballard holds out her wrists to see that they matched the way the ties were around Claire's wrist. "Her wrists. Yeah, they'd be bruised just like yours?" Sam said when Ballard kneels down and notices a necklace on the corpse and touches it cautiously.

"That necklace mean something to you?" I asked her. "I've seen it before. It's rare. It was custom made over on Carson street." She said as she reaches into her neckline and pulls out the same necklace. "I have one just like it. Pete gave it to me." She said and my jaw drops a bit.

"Now this all makes perfect sense." I said as Sam nods. "I'm sorry?" She asked. "Yeah. You see, Claire is not a vengeful spirit, she's a death omen." Sam said to her.

"Excuse me?" Ballard said, confused. "Claire's not killing anyone. She's trying to warn them. You see, sometimes spirits, they don't want vengeance, they want justice. Which is why she led us here in the first place. She wants us to know who her killer is." I explain then Sam stares at her.

"Detective, how much do you know about your partner?" He asked. She thinks for a moment before a look of realization comes over her face. "Oh my God." She whispers.

"What?" Sam and I asked her. "About a year ago, some heroin went missing from lockup. Obviously it was a cop. We never found out who did it. But whoever did it would need someone to fence their product." She said. "Someone like a heroin dealer. Somebody like Claire." I said and she looks at us shocked.

I drive the Impala as I follow Sam and Ballard to this forest area. Sam had called me and told me they were looking for Pete as he had taken Dean and was gonna transfer him to a different prison, by himself. Which means he was planning something.

We get out of the cars and run into the woods to see Pete had Dean down on the ground, his gun aimed at him. "Or maybe you do." He said once he cocks his gun.

"Pete! Put the gun down." Ballard ordered as she holds her gun up at him and Sam and I come up to her. "Diana? How'd you find me?" Pete asked her, shocked. "I know about Claire." Ballard said. "I don't know what you're talking about." He said, acting dumb.

"Put the gun down!" Ballard ordered. Oh, I don't think so. You're fast. I'm pretty sure I'm faster." Pete said as he continues to aim the gun at Dean, who looks over at me and Sam.

"Why are you doing this?" Ballard asked him. "I didn't do anything, Diana." Pete said. "It's a little late for that." Ballard said and Pete stares at her before he let's out a sigh. It wasn't my fault. Claire was trying to turn me in, I had no choice." He said.

"And Tony? Karen?" Ballard asked him. "Same thing! Tony scrubbed the money, he got skittish, and then he wanted to come clean. I'm sure he told Karen everything." Pete exclaims as Dean glances at us, as I give him how do we get out of this look. Dean shakes his head and I rolled my eyes at this.

"It was a mess; I had to clean it up. I just panicked." Pete said. "How many more people are gonna die over this, Pete?" Ballard asked. "There's a way out. This Dean kid's a friggin' gift. We could pin the whole thing on him. Right? No trial, nothing. Just, just one more dead scumbag." Pete said and Dean looks up at him. "Hey!" He said, offended, as he starts to stand up but Pete raises the gun and Dean backs off.

"No one will question it. Diana, please. I still love you." Pete said to Ballard, who starts to lower her gun. "Thank you. Thank you." He said, appreciatevly. As he turns back to Dean, Ballard brings her gun up and fires, hitting Pete in the stomach. He goes down and Dean rolls out of the way.

"Then why don't you buy me another necklace, you ass?" Ballard asked, angrily. Pete tackles her legs, knocking her down and she loses her gun. Sam and I try to go for it, but Pete gets there first. "Don't do it! Don't do it!" He warns us but then a gunshot goes off. Pete falls down, revealing Ballard shot him in the back.

After uncuffing Dean, Ballard was kneeling by the body of her late partner. She gets up and approaches us as we were standing nearby. "You doin' all right?" I asked her. "Not really. The death omen Claire. What happens to her now?" She asked her. "Should be over. She should be at rest." Sam said to her.

"So, uh. What now, officer?" Dean asked her. "Pete did confess to me. He screwed up your cases royally. I'd say that there's a good chance that we could get your cases dismissed." She said to us. "You'd take care of that for us?" Sam asked, shocked. "I hope so. But the St. Louis murder charges? That's another story. I can't help you. Unless...I just happened to turn my back, and you walked away. I could just tell them that the suspects escaped." She said.

"Wait, are you sure?" I asked her. "Yeah, she's sure, (y/n)." Dean said. "No, it's just, I mean, you could lose your job over something like that." I said to Ballard as she looks down. "Look, I just want you guys out there doing what you do best. Trust me, I'll sleep better at night." She said and she turns to go. "Listen, you need to watch your back. They're gonna be looking for both of you right now. Get out of here. I gotta radio this in." She said and the boys and I share a look.

"Oh, uh, do you know where my car is?" Dean asked but I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, I got her, the car is just down the road." I said to him and he smiles at me. "How did you manage to get it out of the impound?" Ballard asked as she turns to me, curiously.

I smiled at her. "I've got my ways." I said and I look at the boys and gestures for us to leave and we walk off down the road. "Nice lady." Sam said. "Yeah, for a cop. Did she look familiar to you?" Dean asked us. "No, why?" Sam and I said as Sam shoves Dean, playfully.

"I don't know. Anyway, are you guys hungry?" Dean asked us. "No." Sam said as I shake my head. "For some reason I could really go for some pea soup." Dean said and I laugh as we get into the car and I hand the keys to Dean and we take off.

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marimosalad · 11 months

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CW: Shameless self promotion ahead! 😂

You can now buy prints of my drawings online! If there’s a particular drawing that’s not on there that you wish to have, DM me and I’ll make it happen! 🥳

I personally recommend the photo paper print - its shiny and vivid and good quality — though it comes rolled up so you need to flatten it out between some books for a couple of days 😅 The metal print is a bit pricey but tbh worth it — crisp edges, super vivid, it’s SO cool. It comes with an MDF hanging piece on the back so it sits 1/2” off the wall, like it’s floating.

Thanks to everyone for always supporting and encouraging my undying Haladriel brain rot! May it never die!

#haladriel #saurondriel #fanart #my art #sauron #halbrand #galadriel #the rings of power #rings of power #charlie vickers #morfydd clark #galadriel x halbrand #lotr art #trop fanart #trop art #marimosalad

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Speak Not

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Note: here we go.

Please let me know what you think <3

🧁🧁🧁

Thor’s thunderous snores rumble from behind you. You sleep as you have every night since you unveiled his deception. Since you escaped your foolish shroud of naivety. Back to him, teetering on the edge of the bed, no matter how perilous it felt.

You don’t sleep, not much, and when you do doze, you wake as you nearly tip onto the floor. His rolling rhythm assures you of safety, if he’s not awake, he can’t hurt anyone. Or you.

Carefully, you sit up. It’s been the best day you’ve had in a while, getting to see Darling, helping her in the kitchen, hanging out and forgetting that constant tide of dread. Now it’s back to the usual. The dark nights made more ominous in his presence.

You keep your hands on the mattress as you lift yourself off it, trying to limit the jostle as you stand. You drag yourself away completely and peer around into the shadows. You know you can’t go far, not even beyond these walls. Yet you need sleep and you won’t get that next to him.

You go to the settee, with its curled feet and embroidered cushion, and ball yourself up with a tasseled pillow under your head. You hug yourself and nestle in close to the hardback, let your eyes close and your muscles drain of tension. Just a few hours and you’ll sneak back to the bed.

Your vow to maintain the order is the last thought you have. Fatigue grips you and pulls you down deep, into that swirling, irresistible depth of sleep where even your thoughts are obscured. It is only your body and its hunger for rest, finally sated and drowning in the glut.

🧁

You snort yourself awake. You’re on your back, one arm splayed over the edge of the settee as the other is curled above your head. Your lashes snap open as you come too, senses slapping you across the face.

The smell of the early morning chill nipping at the windows and crawling into the air, raising bumps along your skin. The noise of winds rattling panes and whistling through unseen cracks. And the frightening sight of the beast before you, puffing down at you as he glares above crossed arms.

Your limbs are heavy as you plant your hands down and push yourself up to sit. You turn on the cushion and look up at Thor as he issues a disappointed sigh. You see his anger brewing in his pale blue irises, along with a trickle of concern.

“Am I so repulsive to you? My own wife?” He growls as your eyes wander down to his bulging muscles and the strength flowing through his pulsing veins.

You shrug and dip your chin down. No matter how you hate him, he scares you, and you are as helpless as you ever were. Before him and after him.

“Pet,” he shifts and gets to his knees with a grunt, placing his hands lightly on your knees, “please, I cannot bear it any longer. The silence…”

You avert your gaze and stare at the wall. A pattern of moon and stars printed upon the paper. You focus on that instead.

“I am your king, your husband, you will speak to me,” he squeezes above your knees and you flinch. You put your hands on his and try to shove them off only for him to tangle his fingers in yours. “I command you.”

You bat your lashes as your eyes glisten. You tug at his grasp but cannot escape. Just as you cannot free yourself from his power.

“Please,” he raises your hands and kisses your knuckles, electric tingles coursing from where his lips touch, “please, my pet, I only did what must be done. For you. For us.”

You scrunch up your face in a silent snarl and rip your hands away from his. You fold your arms against your chest and drop your eyes to the intricate embroidery of the arm rest. Another huff rises from his lungs.

“Wife!” He exclaims and grabs your chin, his large chin easily framing half your face as he makes you look at him. He squeezes until your eyes round with fear. Perhaps he will break you completely.

He retracts his hand and stretches his fingers wide. He looks at them, then back to you. He makes the signs you know, the ones you taught him. That secret you shared with him even as he held one from you.

You shake your head and shove his hands down. You don’t want to hear him. None of it. He has no right to speak to you.

He recoils as if you’ve hurt him. As if you ever could. As if you were any match to him. That is what pains you most, knowing how easy it was for him to deceive you.

He latches onto your wrists before you can drop your hands and he stands, forcing you up with him. You quiver and jut out your jaw as you stare him in the face. Defiant. Like those other girls. The ones who got away. You may be trapped but you won’t be the weak creature he thinks you are.

“I suppose,” he pulls your arms above you, trapping your wrists in a single hand, “that you needn’t speak much…” He reaches to the top of your nightshirt with his other hand, tracing the frill there before gripping it, “to be a wife and do your duty.”

He rents the fabric easily and you wince. You quake but do not look away. No, you will not turn a blind eye anymore. You will witness and remember his misdeeds so that you will never succumb to him again.

#thor #dark thor #dark!thor #thor x reader #thor x muffin #sweet treats #au #series #drabble #drabble series #dark!fic #mcu #marvel #avengers

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queerfables · 5 months

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Just got a mark back on an assignment I submitted 10 days late, meaning I got a full 50% knocked off my total. I also submitted it incomplete because I'd hit the absolute last chance deadline and I'd worked so hard to get something done that I couldn't stand not to hand something in.

Friends I got 36/100, which:

Combined with my other very good marks was enough to pass the subject with a respectable mark of 58

Means my original mark must have been in the realm of a high distinction?? How in the holy.

This is the lowest mark I've ever received for anything and I've never in my life been prouder. I want to print it out and hang it up on my wall in celebration. The alternative was giving up and let me tell you I came super fucking close but instead I get to put that class behind me and move on to the next challenge. Take that, prohibitively high standards for success.

Shout out as well to my subject coordinator who is both a brilliant teacher and also extremely kind. When I reached out to explain how late the assignment was going to be, even with my disability accommodations, she told me she knew I was working as hard as I could. With ADHD, I'm always braced for people to think that not meeting expectations means I don't care. Mostly it's the opposite, I care too much, and it paralyses me. So she was right, I really was trying as hard as I could, but even to me it didn't feel like it and I definitely didn't expect anyone else to see it. It was just a simple comment in an email but it made me realise that I wasn't submitting my assignment to someone who thought the worst of me; she was rooting for me even when I was ready to give up on myself. She saw the value in what I could do instead of being disappointed by what I couldn't.

Sending love to all my fellow neurodivergents and anyone else who's ever felt like they had to make up for falling short when the odds were stacked against them. May you all have someone in your life who makes you feel both good enough as you are and capable of achieving your goals.

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Any idea who the female companion is on the back of his bike? https://www.elvis-collectors.com/candid-central/040376riding.html

thank you for the ask <3 !!!

as for the mysterious female companion… that would be Tori Petty, a 20-year-old college student and cheerleader from Oxford, Mississippi (which btw was a 75 mile commute to Memphis… Elvis would be worth it tho 🤭). She met Elvis around 1975 after his 40th birthday and we know they dated for about a year (possibly more) as these photos below were taken on April 3, 1976 ⬇️

George Klein introduced Tori to Elvis after she participated on his "Talent Party" show. Elvis most likely saw her appearance on the show and asked George to set him up, as he did with Cybill Shepherd and Gail Stanton, who both appeared on "Talent Party" and were immediately asked to be seen by Elvis. This is why many of the MM refer to George Klein as Elvis' pimp 💀, as he was the one responsible for setting Elvis up with women

And like many of the women in Elvis’ life, Tori was involved in beauty queen pageants and held the title of “Miss Ole Miss”. I believe she also occasionally modeled for clothing catalogues while being a student

According to George Klein, Elvis began dating Tori while Linda Thompson was staying at the apartment he had leased for her in Los Angeles, California. This goes back to the ask I answered a few days ago regarding Linda and how Elvis would create physical distance between them so he could date other women. Naturally, Linda was upset when she learned about him and Tori 🤧 ⬇️

(excerpt from “Elvis: My Best Man” by George Klein)

And, while Tori has never been formally interviewed for a book like "Baby Let's Play House" by Alanna Nash or "Careless Love" by Peter Guralnick, she has openly spoken about Elvis to a few newspapers and may have appeared on a talkshow in the early 1990s ⬇️

Newspaper from August 11, 1994: “Elvis would fly me back and forth from Memphis to Oxford in a little private jet I was certainly impressed," said Petty, now of Dallas. "I wish I could tell you that he was a sweet, down to earth, ordinary man. He was sweet and he was down to earth, but he was extraordinary." One April afternoon, they went for a ride on Elvis' Harley. They were being followed by a woman in a car, who was working on a pictorial book about the star. "At a red light, Elvis said, 'Look at her give her a good picture, and she'll leave us’ So they did. And, it was in focus, from inside a car, with a Kodak Instamatic. The picture appeared in Betty Page's Got Ya, Elvis, I Got ya, published in 1977. Some time after the Memphis ride, an acquaintance told Petty he saw a picture of her with Elvis and put her in touch with the woman who took it. Petty got a print. "It's framed and depending on what else is going on in my life, I either put it in the closet or hang it on the wall." - Interview with Tori Petty

(courtesy of “Clarion-Ledger” on newspapers.com)

As for the possible television appearance, according to this newspaper⬇️, Tori Petty and Gail Stanton ( the playboy model Elvis dated) were interviewed on Geraldo Riveras' talkshow which was set to air on January 8th, 1991 for Elvis’ birthday. I've searched every archive site I know and haven't been able to find the episode 😭 !! In fact, I don't even see the episode listed on Geraldo’s archive which has every season and the names of its’ episodes, so I'm wondering if it ever even aired

Newspaper from December 29, 1990: What would you have to do to wind up being interviewed by Geraldo Rivera? For Memphian Gail Stanton it was nothing deviant or even horrible. That distinction was saved for the interview itself, her grilling by the king of the naughty interview is scheduled to air Jan 8 (10 am on WHBQ-TV). Geraldo was kind of conniving said Ms Stanton ,36, who holds the distinction of being the only Frayser woman who has been a Playboy Playmate of the Month. That was in June 1978 when she followed in the footsteps of Mississippian Stella Stevens with a nude Playboy pose from sea to shining sea. That piqued Geraldo but his real interest was in another distinction. That was Ms Seventies fling with hometown boy Elvis Presley. It was Elvis's Jan 8 birthday that inspired producers to delve once again into the things from drugs to gossipy stepbrothers to girlfriends. The show taped last week included Ms Stanton who was a Shelby County computer programmer before she turned centerfold spread and Tori Petty a former Ole Miss cheerleader who also dated Elvis. Ms Stanton said Geraldo seemed to give short shrift to other guests such as Charles Thompson coauthor of The Death of Elvis spent quite a bit of time- (illegible). Geraldo knows how to turn those questions around, Ms Stanton says, “I think he was trying to get us to say something like whether we'd been to bed with Elvis and of course that's our personal information”. As for Elvis, Ms Stanton volunteers memories such as how he was a Southern gentleman, “There aren't too many men today who open doors for you or are polite and he was. He didn't blast away TV sets in her presence or talk incessantly about mama or even act moody or strange”. She says “He played the piano for me and sang. How many people can say they have been serenaded by Elvis Presley?" - Interview with Gail Stanton

(courtesy of “The Commercial Appeal” on newspapers.com)

And lastly, I found this book that briefly mentions her and the jacket that was given to her by Elvis <3 ⬇️

(courtesy of “Rock & Roll Memorabilia” by Hilary Kay)

#if anybody happens to find the Geraldo episode that she is in #I will love you forever !!!#I wish we could have heard more from her 😭#her being dripped out in pink and on the back of Elvis’ motorcycle is so iconic 😩#tori… how did it feel to live my dream ?!#elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis #tori petty #gail stanton #george klein #linda thompson #big daddy elvis #elvis history #elvis fans #elvis photos #elvis asks #70s #70s elvis

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ave661 · 5 months

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I can’t believe you have to deal with reposters, ai, people removing your watermarks, people SELLING your art without your permission, and so much more bullshit… I don’t know how you have both the strength to post your art and the willpower to not private everything. Honestly, kudos to you.

And (insert curse upon those who steal your work and mask themselves with your face)

In lighter context, I love your art! Visiting your blog and each of your posts always gives me an extra pep in my step 🥰 and ton art de Dad Ghost fait que mes ovaires libèrent des ovules

Awww thank you for kinds words. I appriciate them! ❤️❤️😭 I can't wait to post dad!ghost part 3 ong

And honestly? Sometimes I don't, but refuse to give up and let them win. But yeah, the hardest part of posting stuff on the internet right now is also dealing with people who want to make money from them. Most of the time they try to sell them on etsy, but week ago my moot warned me about someone doing this on amazon… so… yeah😞 It's so annoying because i'm wasting a lot of time on reporting them. Let me be silly and create silly renders with pixel pew pew bois dammit!!! >:c

I mean.....I could paywall you all and bait you with cropped photos with "go to my Patreon for full version!✌️🤪" but I don't want to be that person. I appreciate all the support, but I also understand that not many people have the money to throw away on the Internet. It takes me a lot of time to make them, but I don't treat it as job, but as an opportunity to learn something new. And honestly? This has helped me a lot mentally as I have adhd and renders helps me keep my life organized and busy. Thanks to them I don't waste my time on for example binge eating or just laying in bed and watching tv and so yeah! Love it!

It may sound ridiculous, but I cry sometimes when I see someone using them as wallpapers or printing and hanging on walls....OR TATTOOS?? WOAHMAMA- Sometimes I print nice comments and glue them into my notebook and I'm not making this up🙏Reading your reactions is the best part of all this for me ❤️

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