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rainbowhao · 2 months

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fratboy beomgyu

fratboy beomgyu who is all too curious about the mysterious person nextdoor and makes it his mission to become your friend

fratboy beomgyu who happily meets you in the elevator one afternoon and can't help but strike up a conversation as if you're already acquainted

"do you come here often?"

"i live here?"

fratboy beomgyu who doesn't even notice the odd looks you're giving him on the ride up, just keeps chirping away til you get to the third floor

fratboy beomgyu who can't take a hint when you practically slam the door in his face before he can say goodbye—who just shrugs and digs around in his pocket for the dorm key

fratboy beomgyu who loves to say good morning or ask about your day whenever he gets the chance, even if he's tired or running late

"oh. hello," he greets. his long hair is disheveled as he steps out into the hallway wearing crinkled sweats and a sweatshirt. "are you headed to class too?"

you nod. it appears he's overslept though doesn't appear to be in any rush.

"it's cold out there. don't you have a coat?" he frowns. "here. have mine."

fratboy beomgyu who shoves his jacket into your arms before you can decline and runs away with manic laughter spilling out his lips

fratboy beomgyu who goes to parties just to goof off with his friends or get high and play records on his portable turntable

fratboy beomgyu who comes home late one night and can't get the door unlocked so he tiredly knocks thinking someone will answer and let him in

fratboy beomgyu who stares at you with wide eyes and smeared eyeshadow when you poke your head out to see what the noise is and make direct eye contact

fratboy beomgyu who happily allows you to open the door for him and somehow convinces you to help him inside because he can't walk

fratboy beomgyu who nearly blacks out and suddenly finds himself on the bed and head resting on your lap while you look down at him

"please get off me."

"but you look so pretty like this."

fratboy beomgyu who thinks you got the wrong idea about him and tell you so, hoping you won't misunderstand the type of person he is

"i'm also in a small music club. i play the guitar....oh you've heard me? heh. sorry."

fratboy beomgyu who is admittingly a little embarrassed to be acting so desperate for your attention and wonders whether you even like him at all but still doesn't give up

fratboy beomgyu who bakes you sugar cookies for valentine's day and leaves them at your doorstep with a note and drawing of a teddy bear

fratboy beomgyu who nervously paces around his dorm room while he waits for you to get back from class in approximately 10 minutes

fratboy beomgyu who is startled by the sound of knocking and met with your face and that unreadable expression that drives him crazy

"if you don't like it or something i can—"

"i like them a lot."

fratboy beomgyu who is ecstatic when you sit on the floor together and try his cookies (which are obviously delicious) while he plays you his favorite albums

fratboy beomgyu who has finally broken through your cold exterior and become your friend—who really won't leave you alone now that he knows you're at least a little fond of him

fratboy beomgyu who coerces you into sleepovers and goes as far as setting up a cot next to your bed (once you finally let him inside your dorm room, that is) so that you can talk about random shit for hours

fratboy beomgyu who is secretly over the moon when you beg him to go to sleep and even crawl down onto the floor to just cover his mouth

fratboy beomgyu whose heart beats quickly when he realizes how close you are and just how intimate a dark night can be—who cups your hand with his own and slowly pulls your fingers away from his mouth

"please don't go."

you're silent for a while.

"can you stay down here? i'll be good."

fratboy beomgyu who lifts the blankets and allows you to hesitantly settle in beside him—who doesn't dare make another sound in fear of scaring you off

fratboy beomgyu who is coaxed to sleep by your body's warmth, shoulders touching and limbs eventually entangling til your forms meld into one

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laurfilijames · 5 months

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When Sleep Comes Easy

Pairing: Will 'Ironhead' Miller x female reader

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Rated E, 18+ only. Unprotected intercourse. Mentions of PTSD, panic attacks, insomnia, nightmares/night terrors, military service and death.

Summary: Will always has trouble sleeping, but after another sleepless night and an anxiety attack followed by a run to try to ease his mind, he finds another way to expel his frantic energy and finds himself in the midst of a well deserved nap.

A/N: I am such a whore for sleep intimacy and felt the need to write some for Will again. So. What.

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The last of his deep, slow and deliberate thrusts stilled to nothing more than him pulsing inside you, your bodies drawing out the rippling aftershocks of both of your climaxes, and it was difficult to distinguish which of your thrumming heartbeats was resounding in your ears.

Will leaned down and captured your lips that were now bruised equally from his fervid kisses and rough beard, the long exhale through his nose blowing out on your cheek as he struggled to catch his breath.

You returned his kiss gratefully, hoping to continue to pour all your love for him into it as much as you had in your love-making, your chest feeling tight at the recollection of the tough day he had had so far.

Another nightmare. Another panic attack. Another sleepless night that ticked on painfully slowly into the morning where he couldn't seem to get out the front door fast enough to try to run it off, only to return home in a worse state than when he had left.

There were so many times you felt helpless, unable to give him the reprieve he needed from his own mind, but when he returned home sweaty, angry and seemingly desperate to seek out a way to channel his frantic energy, you knew exactly what it was he needed.

His lips crashing into yours at the same time he forced your back to collide with the wall eventually led to this moment now; tangled and breathless in your bed, your skin coated in a layer of sweat from a ravenous, manic pace that quickly settled into something more emotional and purposeful, his love for you shining through the darkness and the demons that he fought so often.

His forehead rested heavily against yours as he broke the seal of your lips, sighing out a somewhat shaky breath as he began to slip out of you, feeling your combined spend leak out onto the already dampened sheets beneath you.

You reached your hand up between your chests and gently traced along his lower lip, smoothing across its fullness back and forth until he puckered them and kissed the pad of your finger, his fatigue and anguish so present in his blue eyes, the circles around them dark and deep.

The muscles in his arms trembled slightly, his body as exhausted as his mind was, the definition in his forearms and biceps so prominent from his efforts while the veins that wildly coursed through them like a map of rivers bulged as though they would break through his skin.

With a sigh and a wince, he shifted to move off of you and collapsed onto his side of the bed, not changing his position much as he landed on his stomach and let his leaden limbs sink into the mattress, his eyelids falling shut while his arms snaked up under his pillow to support his head.

You expected him to only stay like that for a few minutes at most, knowing that by the time you shuffled to the bathroom to go pee and came back into your room, he would be up and heading to have a shower, but when you returned to see him still splayed out in the mess of blankets and sheets, a faint smile tugged at your lips.

Will rarely napped, usually feeling it was a waste of time and fearing it would affect his already compromised sleep, but it was evident how much he needed to rest, seeing his back moving with his shallow breaths as sleep already took hold of him.

Slipping carefully back into bed, you turned onto your side to face him, not feeling like you could fall asleep as well but happy to simply lay there and admire him.

As his body twitched and his brow furrowed, you hoped he was dreaming of something that didn't plague him, the little sleep he already got afflicted by too many nightmares, and for the millionth time since knowing him, you wished you could take it all away. Even if that was possible, Will would never let you, needing to feel all his burdens and wear them like a badge, never forgetting any of the things he's done; each life he had taken and decision he's made carefully counted and stored in his mind no matter how much time has passed. He had told you once that he believed his insomnia and night terrors were a penalty he deserved and would accept for the rest of his life, feeling like it was hardly punishment enough for some of his sins, your heart breaking all over again when you watched him suffer through another episode just as it had the day he had admitted it.

His cheeks flinched as he clenched his teeth together tightly, his arm jolting under his head, his muscles jerking and fluttering as if they were battling to keep awake while the rest of him fought to sleep.

After a few minutes, his body finally succumbed, quieting the restlessness that made him stir, his features relaxed and no longer tense or strained. Knowing he wouldn't easily wake now, you lightly traced along his hairline that had been made all messy from sex, the blond strands stuck up into spikes that went in every direction darkened from sweat that hadn't yet dried, drawing languid patterns in a trail from his forehead down along his shoulders and through the valleys on his back.

His breathing continued to steady the longer you touched him, your fingertips carefully worshiping every dip and curve of his sculpted back and up over the plump crest of his bum, feeling yourself relax and begin to keep tempo with his composed inhales and exhales.

It was tempting to want to wake him up to tell him you loved him despite having already repeated it over and over while he drove inside you and made you alternate your affirmations with his name like a mantra, but decided against it, vowing to yourself that you would tell him as many times as you could when he opened his eyes again.

Feeling yourself grow tired as the intensity of your love-making finally set in, you brought yourself closer to him, snuggling into his side where you placed a kiss on his shoulder and let your arm rest across his back.

In his slumbering state, Will lifted his arm and wrapped it around your back, scooping you toward him as he draped his leg over top of yours to lock you in place, holding onto you like he feared you suddenly wouldn't be there if he didn't, a low grunt escaping his lips as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

The security of his weight on you was something you always longed for whether it was like this or during the heated moments of passion you often shared, the way he covered most of your body with his a sense of comfort and assurance that couldn't be matched.

You inhaled deeply, drawing in the scent of his sweat and sex that hung in the air, his skin holding onto all the remnants of his hardships along with your love that helped to wane them, the warmth of his body convincing you to allow your heavy eyelids to close despite not wanting to give up the opportunity to see how gorgeous he looked when he slept.

As you began to drift off, you prayed for the things that haunted him to grace him some peace for as long as possible, selfishly wanting to stay like this forever, the rarity of Will indulging in rest that wasn't scheduled or forced only to be broken by his pain something you would sacrifice your own for without hesitation.

Without knowing the time, it was clear that hours had passed when you opened your eyes to see your room shrouded in darkness, Will's bare body still draped over yours comfortably. You carded your hand up and down his back soothingly, hearing his breathing change as he slowly woke up, his soft groans rumbling through his chest while his lips began to pepper kisses along the column of your neck.

You smiled, the sensation of his mouth on your sensitive skin as well as his hard cock pressing into your thigh awakening the building need inside you, your slight grin fading as your lips melted against his when he brought his mouth to meet yours.

Will propped himself up slightly, positioning himself overtop of you, slowly guiding his cock inside your tight walls that stretched to fit him with a lingering soreness from earlier.

"Thank you," he whispered in a raspy voice, his nose nudging yours adoringly.

You sighed and returned his act of affection by rubbing your nose against his, knowing the reason why he was thanking you was because you helped him sleep, the ease of it reviving him and leaving him in awe of you. Words seemed to fail you so instead you kissed him slowly, your hips beginning to roll in a tepid motion, his tongue claiming access to your mouth with a firm demand to contrast from the languid actions of your bodies.

"I love you, Will," you eventually murmured when your lips parted briefly.

He smiled, the lines around his mouth that still managed to be visible through his growing beard making your heart swell even more, pausing his movements inside you for a moment.

"I love you, too, sweetheart."

Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling him back to you, kissing him like you needed the air from his lungs in order to breathe, his pace increasing to pump in and out of you with vigorous intent.

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still-a-morosexual-help · 9 months

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The 5 Step Plan to Scamming An Angel

summary: They place their bet. Five steps. That's all it'll take to utterly and thoroughly neutralize the Devildom's second most powerful demon.

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"So? Is it a deal?"

They made an effort to keep their smile small. Soft and Sweet, Asmo's voice whispered in their head. Just enough to draw them in before you sucktheirbrainsouttatheirdi- Ew. No. There's a child here. What. Jesus.

Soft and sweet.

Right.

They bit the inside of their cheeks to fight anything that could be read as too smug or heaven - hell? - forbid as manic, as Belphie had once put it. How very pot-kettle of you Belphie.

"What?"

"Hmm?"

"You mentioned Belphegor..."

"Ah. No, just drifted off while you were deciding.... Which. Have you decided?" They ask, eyeing their current companions.

"About that!" Luke piped up from next to them, brows knotted in worry. "Isn't it dangerous to say something like that! He's a demon. You don't know what he could do to you!"

"He is a demon," they say with a nod, twisting in their seat to scan the crowded courtyard till they spot Mammon. Even with RAD's usual lunchtime din, they can tell he's being loud as he tries and probably fails to scam some of the lower level demons. As though feeling their gaze, he raises his head and catches their eye, startling and whipping his head back down. Their heart flutters even as a truly wicked smile spreads across their face what was that Lucifer said about being careful of demons corrupting their soul?

Schooling their face back into soft and sweet they turn to face the others, "but I can take him."

Luke splutters.

"Take him down?" Solomon asks with clear interest.

"Utterly and thoroughly neutralized."

"Without using your pact?"

"Yep."

"The second most powerful demon?"

"Only if you're willing to bet on it."

"Angels don't gamble!" Luke says flustered. "You're a human he could eat you but - but even if you insist on doing this, we are angels we can't gamb-"

"I must admit I am interested in seeing how exactly you'll do this. It is a bit hard to believe," Simeon cuts in, as serene as ever.

"SIMEON!"

"Mammon may not always be...the brightest... but he is still one of the Devildom's most powerful demons. Ah, I guess I'm also interested to see what you'll do." Solomon says over Luke's indignant shriek.

"So it's a deal?"

"It's a deal."

"I suppose it is," Simeon says with a soft laugh.

"You guys can't be serious!?"

They look down at Luke, stamping down the urge to ruffle his hair, "It's okay, Luke. I've got this. You don't have to place a bet. And. Well. If things get out of hand, I've got two angels to help me out, right?"

"Right.... Right! Of course! We'll look out for you! Right, Simeon?" Luke's face is flushed, but his eyes are steely with resolve.

"Always." Simeon agrees softly

"Then what do we do now?" Solmon looks past them to where Mammon had been.

"We'll wait till he gets here. It won't take long." They twist in their seat again to see Mammon has drifted even closer. It won't take long at all till Mammon's patience runs out and he stops pretending he hasn't been angling towards their table this whole time.

Five minutes.

Five fucking minutes.

That's all it took. God. Is that considered sinful when you're down in hell?

They bite their lips to stop a snort from forming and subsequently choke on air as Mammon wedges himself into the nonexistent space between them and Luke with an elbow and a "Watch it pup."

"NOT A DOG!" Luke cries as they continue trying to hack up a lung.

"The fu-" Mammon's gaze darts quickly to a scowling Luke "heck's wrong with ya?" he snaps even as his hand worriedly rubs at their back.

They take a deep breath and finally look up. Luke has gotten up to sit next to an amused looking Solomon and an equally amused Simeon. What the fuck kind of angel smiles as someone chokes to death!? Oh. Right. One who was friends with Lucifer. "Nothing. Thought of something funny then my respiratory system tried to kill me. It happens."

"What the fu- heck's wrong with humans?"

"A lot." "A lot."

Their smile finally breaks out as Solomon shares an equally manic one.

"Jeez."

"Eh. It's fine we're used to it."

"Right.... So... what were ya talkin 'bout before?"

They smile a small secret smile to the others.

Commence Operation.

"Oh, you know-"

Step 1. Turn towards him.

"-the weather." It's cheesy.

"The weather." He cocks his head. Cute.

Step 2. Shift closer.

"Yup." It's terrible.

"What's wrong with the weather?"

Step 3. Eye contact.

"It's just, I sometimes wish the Devildom had a sun." Would they have run screaming for the hills if someone tried this with them? Yes. Yes, they would.

"Yeah!? What's so great 'bout the sun!? It's just bright and hot. We've got way better stuff!" He turns his head, gesturing at the luminous plants and insects around them. His ears are red. Cute!

Step 4. Place a hand behind him on the bench and lean closer.

"I know," But Mammon likes cheesy and terrible.

They raise their free hand. Brushing their fingers through his bangs and tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. He's frozen. They run their fingers behind his ear before they cup his cheek and carefully turn his head back towards them. His throat bobs as he swallows. Face red and eyes wide. His pupils shift to the slits more often seen in his demon form. Gently, their thumb caresses under his eye.

Step 5. The Finishing Blow.

"But you would look even more radiant in the sun's light."

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"I hate you."

"Come on."

"You're the worst."

"Come onnnnnnnn."

"Absolutely evil."

"Mammonnnnnn."

"The cute act's not gonna work. Ya on my black book now! Ya hear!"

"Mammon, come on, it's not that bad!" It was. Oh Dear Go- Lord it was. With a hell raising shriek, Mammon had flailed back, almost falling off the bench before collapsing on the table with a resounding thunk. Flaming red face hidden behind his hands, he hadn't moved till lunch had finished and the rest of the courtyard had eventually scattered.

He had remained red and silent throughout the rest of their classes.

To be fair, they had expected red-faced stuttering. They hadn't expected that.

"It was and go away, I'm not talkin' to ya."

"I can't! We're both walking towards home."

"Well, don't walk with me!"

"Come on! You love me!"

"I DON'T!"

Ah! His ears just turned red again. Cute!

"Well, that's too bad then." They trot to catch up to him.

"Why's that?" His gaze darts to the side trying to catch theirs, but they keep on looking ahead.

"Cause I love you."

They continue walking even as he stutters to a stop. They count the seconds until he finally recovers and dashes after them. Pouncing on them, he slings an arm around their shoulders and ruffles their hair with the other. "Don't just say things like that!" He tries to growl, but they can hear the smile fighting to take over, even through their shrieking at the continued roughhousing.

"Why! It's not like you didn't know it!" They duck from under his arm and attack his sides with their fingers.

Cackling as he leaps away from them, they finally catch a look at his face. Their smile freezes as he overcomes his own laughter and wipes away a stray tear. Blushing, beaming and beautiful. Even in the dim light of the Devildom, he is absolutely radiant.

"Ah," their mind reels as they try to find their composure. They couldn't turn into a mushy, goopy mess in the middle of the street. "I thought you'd be proud of me."

"What?" He's regained his own composure, but the lopsided smile has yet to leave his face. "'bout what?"

"Taking money from an angel. That's pretty smart, isn't it?"

They start walking again and Mammon follows, easily matching their pace. Eyes dancing with fondness, he snorts, "Yeah, not bad for a puny human."

"Hey! You're barely taller than me!"

"Pfffft! You were okay, but obviously The Great Mammon could've won twice as much."

"Well, I guess The Great Mammon wouldn't fancy a little shopping trip with my meagre winnings."

"...a shopping trip?"

"Sure," bumping their hips together, "a shopping trip. My treat."

"Right! It'd better be! As an apology to The Great Mammon."

"I am sorry, you know."

They wrap an arm around his waist as he wraps one around their shoulder.

"Yeah?" He presses a soft kiss to their temple.

"Hmm. I didn't mean to expose your praise kink."

"OI!"

[First posted: July 25th, 2020]

(Fic on AO3)

as per the results of a poll, I've decided to post all my OM! fics on tumblr as well.

I'll be posting fics once a week and going in order of oldest to newest. If a fic has multiple chapters, each chapter will be posted once a week. WIPs won't be posted until they're complete.

I won't be reposting any fics I've already posted here, such as fics from my "Fake Fic Title" series.

If you want to read the next chapter of a fic/the next part of a series much sooner, you can find the work on AO3.

New fics (actively writing a long one shot rn) will also be posted to AO3 (with their links posted on tumblr along with my fic tag list) and won't appear on tumblr for some time.

Reblogs and comments are always loved and treasured!!

- Sam 🐸🩷

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captainsophiestark · 6 months

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Always Be Prepared

Poe Dameron x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Star Wars

Day 21 Prompt: "Just in case this doesn't work."

Summary: Poe and his SO are supposed to be completing a simple, subtle reconnaissance mission, but a complication might make the 'subtle' part challenging.

Word Count: 1,073

Category: Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"This is... not good."

My boyfriend, Poe Dameron, and I stood shoulder to shoulder, tucked into our hiding spot as we watched First Order troops crawl all over the ship we were supposed to be escaping on. We'd come to this world on an intelligence gathering mission. Unfortunately for us, we apparently hadn't gone completely unnoticed.

Poe shrugged, nudging his shoulder against mine. "I don't know, it could be worse. We could've been in the ship when they swarmed it."

I huffed a laugh. "I guess that's true. So what do we do now?"

"Hmm. Did you see any other ships around here that we could take off with instead?"

"Not unless you count the ships the First Order came in on. And somehow I don't think we're gonna have much luck taking one of those."

"Then we need a distraction. Something big enough to draw them away from our ship, so big that we actually have half a shot at getting past those troopers."

Poe and I hummed in thought, each scanning our surroundings and staring off into space to try to get some inspiration. We'd spent enough time studying maps of this place and actually combing through it in the past few hours that if there was anything to be done, we should've been able to figure it out.

My eyes wandered over the door we'd just come from, leading to the heart of the building, including its power core.

A crazy, stupid, terrible idea hit me like lightning. I turned to Poe and found him staring back, the same spark of insanity I'd fallen in love with glimmering behind his eyes.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked, a manic grin growing slowly on his face. I shook my head.

"I kind of hate to say this, but yeah, I think I am."

"Well then, what are we waiting for?"

A better, less dangerous idea, I thought, but didn't say it out loud. Poe and I had done and survived all kinds of crazy things in our time with the Resistance, both together and apart. If we'd made it this far, then odds were good that we'd keep making it. Right?

As one, we turned and headed in the opposite direction from our ship, back into the heart of the facility we'd stolen information from. With the discovery of our ship, security had surely been tightened, but we still made it to our target.

The building's energy core hummed before us like a giant glowing weak point. If someone were to blow it up, they'd certainly cause a distraction worthy of attention from a bunch of First Order stormtroopers.

"You know, I feel like it's concerning that we're so in sync about stuff like this," I said as Poe and I moved around the room, quickly identifying weak points where we could do the most damage with just a few charges.

"I think we should be more concerned about why you bring explosive charges with you every time we go on a mission."

I shrugged. "It's working out for us so far, isn't it? You never know when a fast and easy sabotage method might come in handy in our line of work."

"I... guess I can't argue with that," said Poe with a chuckle. We worked together to place the charges, then I hooked up a remote detonator while Poe watched the door. Once everything was set, I gave him a thumbs up and went to meet him by the door. We ducked and dodged through the ever-increasing security measures, thankfully, finally making it back to our hiding spot in front of our ship.

It seemed like another group or two of storm troopers had made their way over, and I knew it was only a matter of time until they started expanding their search radius. It wouldn't take them long to find Poe and I if we didn't do something soon.

"Alright, should we go for it?" I asked, holding the detonator up in question to Poe. Suddenly, this plan felt a lot riskier than before we'd actually been ready to implement it.

"Hold on, one more thing first."

With that, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. He kissed me, hard, and after a second's surprise I melted into him, kissing him back just as hard. After a few long, savored moments, Poe pulled away, leaving me a little breathless as I subconsciously trailed after him. He grinned.

"Just in case this doesn't work," he said by way of explanation. I just smiled and shook my head.

"Get ready to run to the ship and go like hell, Flyboy. Once I press this button, it's mostly on you to get us out of here. I'll watch our backs."

Poe winked at me, and I smiled back at him. I took a deep breath, trying to steel myself as best I could, then pushed the button on the detonator.

A moment later, an explosion rocked the building. All the stormtroopers in front of us dropped what they were doing to look up in shock, and as the chain reaction of the explosion continued, they started shouting and rushing towards the building to try to do something. As a result, our ship was left almost completely unguarded.

In perfect sync, Poe and I took off running. I let him get a bit ahead of me, then turned as I ran, ready to shoot at anyone who tried to stop our escape.

Lucky for us, the distraction had worked even better than planned. With a First Order facility literally going up in smoke, even the few people left on the other ships in the yard were too distracted to notice Poe and I taking off until it was basically too late to stop us.

Once we made it to Hyperspace headed back for Resistance HQ, I let myself relax all the way. I put a hand on Poe's shoulder and kissed him on the cheek, then flopped back in my seat to watch the stars streak by.

"Nice work," I sighed. "We should start giving classes on pulling off insane shit like that."

"I hate to break it to you, but we're not out of the woods yet, sweetheart."

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

"One of us still has to explain the mess we left behind us to General Organa."

"Not it!"

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emmys-writing-blog · 10 months

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- Prompt idea: Reversed Roles

feel free to use this as an idea but please tag me cause I'd love to read it lol

(cw: killing/death)

After a sudden uprise in crime around the city, the agency makes it legal for the heroes to kill villains. Originally it was only intended for heroes to kill supervillains, the worst of the worst. But they didn’t know when to stop. When to draw the line. The aim quickly shifted to popular villains after most of the supervillains had died or gone into hiding, and after that, it turned to everyday criminals. People committing one-time crimes, kids who steal from shops. The agency showed no mercy. The lines between good and bad were blurred as heroes became ruthless killers and villains would try to protect lesser criminals.

The golden hero of the agency saw the change among the other heroes, how they liked killing them. Killing manic supervillains was one thing, but killing villains who she knew would never hurt any innocents. That was something she couldn’t stand for. The brave hero set out on a mission, protecting the remainder of villains and criminals from the agency. It didn’t take long for the hero to be properly recognised by larger villains. The hero became a beacon of hope for them. Somebody they could trust to help them.

The villains however weren’t the only ones to notice this. The agency also found out about the hero’s doing, they were furious. Not only did it look bad for the agency that their best hero was protecting villains, but they were also trying to convince the public to do the same. The agency took action and labeled the hero as an uprising villain who had turned against the agency. It didn’t take long before the other heroes, the hero’s friends, were trying to kill them.

The hero was able to make it a few days on the run, but she stood no chance against the number of heroes that were after her. The hero found herself cornered in an alleyway as she was forced to confront them. While her training from the agency was able to help her a bit, it wasn’t enough. Despite the situation, the hero regretted nothing. She knew that the law set out by the agency was wrong, and she stood by that.

The hero prepared themself as she fell to the ground, unable to fight anymore. The other heroes showed no mercy, completely disregarding all the years they had spent together, blinded by orders sent from the agency. They rose their weapons, ready to land the final blow when somebody pushed them out of the way. Many more rushed around the corner, some fighting the heroes off and the others tending to the hero. The hero was quickly able to recognise her saviours as the villains and criminals who she had protected. Some being young teenagers and others being powerful villains who the hero had helped at a time in need. Now they were repaying the favour.

Seeing all of the villains and criminals protecting the hero was enough to make the heroes retreat back to the agency. Few were killed but a majority still made their way back. The hero was helped back to her feet and was taken in by the villains. It didn’t take long for her wounds to heal, her reputation however, remained tarnished. The entire city was out for the hero’s arrest and the agency was livid. The hero had her own team now, and she was going to take down the agency.

#hero x villain #hero x villain community #supervillain #villain #hero #criminal #writing #story ideas #feel free to use but please take me cause i want to read this #ok thats enough tags

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nerdylilpeebee · 1 month

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Evil Doesn't Die Chapter 1: The Hunt

It’s always the same dream.

Phi wakes from some daze, like her mind was covered in fog. It always takes her a minute to get her bearings, but when she does, she’s standing in a dark, foggy room. The air is heavy and tastes metallic. She’s always certain she’ll suffocate if she doesn’t get out of there, but when she turns to run, her path is blocked by a multitude of shadowy figures she can never make-out.

Their presence makes her skin crawl and her body tremble, and when she turns back around to run from them she’s met by even more, all flanked by a smaller shadowy figure that they immediately make way for. This figure steps towards her, slowly, its body jerking slightly as if it’s a zombie. It smiles at her, the only feature it can make out, before its smile widens with a creepy, almost manic giggle.

As it grows closer, it extends its arms out, as if beckoning her for an embrace. Phi raises her hand, trying to attack with something she can’t quite perceive, but stops and nearly screams as she realizes her arm has been severed at the elbow. The figure before her giggles even more, breaking out into manic laughter, before something sharp stabs into Phi’s side.

She tries to cry out in pain, but the sound catches in her throat. The figure takes her face in her hands, forcing her to stare her in the eyes, revealing a horrifying golden glow. All she can think of as they hold this gaze is how… obsessed the eyes look.

Then there’s a sharp pain in her neck, worse than anything she can imagine, followed by the gentle feeling of a kiss on her lips and a voice she can’t quite make out. Then, she wakes, usually drenched in sweat.

Today was no different. When she awoke, brought from her sleep by her hatch-mates, the dream was in full-swing. None of them really paid much attention to her distress, but when they told her what day it was, her distress faded enough to focus. For a while, at least.

Now that she’s standing here, on this ruined building up on the surface, she can’t help but think about her dream. What does it mean? Why does she keep having it? Why is it the same each time?

She breathes deeply as she tries to steady herself. There isn’t any point to asking these questions right now. She knows this, but her mind won’t stop asking them. She needs to focus.

The young devil smacks herself in the face, shaking her head before moving to the edge of the building. She looks down over the city, her eyes scanning the crashed cars and toppled buildings. She closed her eyes, pushing the dream as far back in her thoughts as she can, before opening them again to reveal a golden glow replacing the purple hue of her iris, her black sclera reflecting the moonlight above her.

She crouches down, her wings sprouting out of her back as if breaking free of her skin. They stretch for a moment before she kicks off the building, taking flight over the skies of this once vibrant city.

Maneuvering between buildings and other debris, she searches the streets below her for any sign of movement, quickly tucking her wings in as her momentum carries her through a hole in a tall building, unfurling them on the other side.

There isn’t much here in terms of movement. Even as she draws closer to the city center, the only movement is caused by the wind. She grunts in frustration before slamming into the side of a building with her legs, stabbing the claws on the end of her wings into the stone. The impact causes a few windows to shatter, and as the glass rains down below her she quickly scans the dark interior of the building. Again, there is nothing.

She sniffs the air, hoping to get any sign of prey at all. She grits her teeth as all she can smell is rust. She can’t fail, she won’t fail.

With a quiet growl, she skitters down the side of a building like a bat, maneuvering back broken walls and metal protrusions until she reaches the street below. Keeping herself low to the ground, she sniffs the air again, this time taking the scents that might be on the concrete as well, before letting out another growl and skittering across the ruined streets as fast as she can.

Leaping over debris and across chasms, she quickly makes her way into the city center. Much like the rest of the city it lies in ruins, the buildings vaguely resembling a shopping center and hospital, but as she sniffs the air again her pupils narrow and she smiles. There it is. A human is near.

She leaps high into the sky, flying across the city center to the ruined hospital. Without a sound, she uses her legs to kick through a third-floor window, crashing into what used to be a patient’s room, landing on the bed with a loud bang. She can’t help but giggle as her presence was announced with such a fanfair.

Hastening footsteps echo through the hall almost as soon as she arrives. From here, she can smell the human’s fear. So sweet, almost like cotton candy.

With a loud shriek, she leaps off the bed and crashes through the door, knocking it completely off its hinges. The human screams as she lands right in front of them. She can’t believe her luck.

Without hesitation, the human turns on their heels, not giving the devil before them a chance to move. Phi notices a small flashlight sitting on the floor near her as she begins to give chase. The human must have dropped it. With a manic giggle, she uses the claw on her wing to impale it, throwing it hard against the wall. As it shatters, the only light in the dark hall vanishes.

“Where do you think you’re going, human?” She taunts, standing on two feet as she slowly walks after them, the claws on her wings scraping against the walls as she moves. “The fun is over here. Don’t you want to see your friends and family again? Let me send you to them.”

“Screw you!” A woman’s voice shouts back from the darkness. “I’m not dying here, you freak!”

“The fun way it is then,” Phi muses, immediately getting down on all fours.

She charges through the halls, using her wings to pull herself along faster, jumping off walls and clinging to the ceilings as she chases after the human as fast as she can. It isn’t long before she can’t hear her footsteps anymore.

Phi immediately stops, looking around the dark hall. There are a few rooms the human could have hidden in, but none look as if anyone had opened them recently. Where did she go?

“Where are you~?” She taunts, slowly maneuvering herself around the hall to peer through the little windows on each door. “Are you in this one? Or perhaps this one?”

She lets out a loud giggle, tearing one door off its hinges with her wing before lowering herself inside. It’s a small office room. The nameplate on the desk inside reads “Valentine.” She quietly moves to the desk, tapping the top with her fingers.

“Are you in here, my little appetizer?” She taunts before stabbing her tail through the front of the desk.

She doesn’t feel anything as she does, pulling her tail back through to look it over. No blood. She frowns to herself a little before her eyes fall on a large mirror hanging on the wall at the back of the office next to a small window. Her reflection stares back at her and her whole body freezes.

She… isn’t quite sure she’s ever seen herself before. Her pale skin and glowing yellow eyes make her somewhat stand-out even in the darkness of the office. She reaches up and brushes her hand through her short, messy cherry-blonde hair. Her clothes are somewhat tattered, but resemble a basic T-shirt and jeans. Her wings look more torn and fleshy than she expected. Is this really what she looks like? Is this her? Why does it feel so odd to look at herself?

In her stunned silence she barely notices something rising up behind her. Her eyes widen and she ducks just in time to dodge the swing of a sharp blade. She whirls around to face the human she’s been hunting and prepares her tail to strike.

A tall blonde woman stands before her, dressed in the snow-camo military uniform of the resistance that’s covered in dirt and dried blood. She looks like she hasn't bathed in days and hasn't slept for even longer, her eyes carrying noticeable bags under them.

With a loud cry she swings the blade at Phi again, cutting one of her wings as she dodges. Phi quickly tackles the woman to the ground, pinning the blade, which she quickly realizes is a sword, to her chest as she holds her down.

Using her wings to hold her in place, Phi rises up, a triumphant smile spreading across her face as she prepares to bite deep into her prey’s neck. Once again though, she catches a glimpse of herself staring back at her through the metal of the sword. Her entire body tensed as she does and her smile fades.

Phi barely has time to process this again before the human pushes her off with an angry roar, slashing across her face as she sends her tumbling back into and then over the desk, crashing into the floor on the other side.

Phi cries out in pain as she writhes on the ground for a moment, clutching her face. Pulling herself up, she comes face to face again with her reflection in the mirror on the wall. This time, one of her eyes is shut. No, not just shut. It’s gone. A large, bleeding gash across the left side of her face very clearly shows the destroyed eye beneath her split eyelid.

She growls angrily, turning back to the human with gritted teeth. The human, now on one knee, breathing heavily returns the angry look before rising to her feet and levying the blade between them.

“I’ll take more than your eye, monster, back off!” She commands.

“You’ll take nothing, insect,” Phi hisses. “I’ll eat you alive for that.”

For a moment, the two just stare at each other. Anger is the only thing passing between them.

Very suddenly, Phi smiles, the anger on her face giving way to elation. The human’s face twists in confusion, but only for a second. Phi grabs the desk with one wing, catapulting it forward with all her might. Her opponent barely dodges underneath as it topples over her, and Phi immediately lunges forward.

The human slashes at her as she recovers, barely missing as dodges around it, grabbing arm with both hands before biting into her wrist. She cries out in pain as Phi knocks the blade away, sending it crashing into the mirror, shattering it and impaling the blade into the wall.

Quickly retracting her wings, Phi lets go of her wrist and dodges under a punch thrown at her head. Biting into the side of her opponent’s torso before being thrown off and into the hallway.

She giggles maniacally as the human clutches her now bleeding side and falls to her knees. Wiping the blood from her mouth, she lowers herself down and starts crawling towards her.

“No!” The human cries weakly, trying to get back to her feet. “Get away from me!”

Phi just giggles in response and prepares to pounce. As she does, the world seems to move in slow-motion as a loud bang interrupts her. She barely sees the faint outline of a bullet as it wizzes past her head.

Immediately turning to face the new intruder, her eyes widen as she sees what stands before her. Not one, but five new opponents, each dressed in the same uniform as her prey, but each holding a rifle lined with holy runes. They don’t say a word as they begin to fire at her.

Phi leaps out of the way, jumping over her prey and into the office before smashing out of the small window next to the mirror. As she tumbles into the night, she can hear bullets whizzing past her. Before she can sprout her wings, one of them connects with her shoulder and she cries out in pain as she crashes into the concrete below, her momentum causing her to bounce across the pavement.

She groans in pain as she struggles to recover from the impact. Her ears ring and her vision wobbles. She tries to pull herself to her feet but quickly a light feeling encompasses her entire body and she collapses to the ground, her consciousness fading into darkness.

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So, here's chapter 1. :3 Finally got it done. Any feedback is appreciated. X3

#fiction #story #writing #evil doesn't die #fantasy #apocalypse #monsters #chapter 1 #my writing #devils

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audioletter · 6 months

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Day Twenty-Three: Caught in the Rain for Anonymous (Mulder & Scully, gen because no pairings were specified)

Winnemucca, Nevada was not exactly where Scully was expecting to spend her Sunday, but a phone call from Mulder explaining "unexplained phenomenas in the sky, Scully!" and here she was, looking around the tiny town while Mulder grilled the locals.

"What exactly did they look like?" Mulder had two teenagers cornered outside the church - which Scully doubted they'd been dutifully attending - his body language slightly manic because their time here in the desert since Friday had lead to very little. Mulder pulled out and flipped open his notebook, handing it to the young girl of the duo. "Can you draw a picture?"

"I mean, yeah, but it was…okay, lemme give it a try." The young girl - Sasha, Scully had learned - took the notebook, scribbled for a few minutes before presenting it to Mulder with a flourish. "Here you are."

Mulder's forehead creased, his expression going from excited to confused within a fleeting second. Scully realised she knew him so well that she would have been the only one to recognise that face, one she (sadly) saw a lot, but just as quickly, FBI Secret Agent slipped back into place.

"A cylinder and some specks?" He queried, and Scully admired his patience for not the first four hundredth time.

Sasha leant forward and pointed at the paper. "No, that's rain. We don't get a lot of rain and suddenly - bam! Rain, and, like, these weird shapes and lights in the sky? Totally weird."

Sasha's buddy - Brian - nodded. "It's kinda like a good thing because, like, we need the rain? It's the desert and like, nothing really happens here, y'know?"

Mulder smiled at them both, handing Sasha one of his business cards. "Here's my card, let me know if you see anything, okay?"

"Fox?" Sasha scrunched up her nose. "I guess, sure thing Mister. But you'll see the rain and just look up if it happens again." She looked fidgety all of a sudden. "Can we go? My Mom will wonder where I am."

"Yeah, yeah, go, sorry. Thanks for all your help." Mulder waved them on and watched them go, deflating a little. This was the hard part being Mulder's partner - the sheer dismay he could feel when something didn't pan out how he expected - but she grabbed his arm and smiled.

"Rain and cylinders, that's a start," she started, and he waved his notebook at her.

"A start of what? Can I even start an X-File with this." A deep sigh. "Let's head back to the Best Western, maybe I can write up something Skinner won't lose his head over -"

A giant rain drop landed smack bang in the middle of Mulder's forehead. He wiped it off, a small smile curling at his lips. "It's about to rain Scully."

"And us without umbrellas," she groaned, but secretly pleased that Mulder may get what he wanted - even if the story the kids and the few they'd interviewed before were just flights of fancy.

And with that, the skies opened, soaking both of them almost immediately. "Look up Scully, look!"

The dusk sky was a beautiful hue of red and purple, and a shape - unclear to her through the torrential rain - hovered over the city in the near distance. It was unmistakable, the two of them drenched but fixated on the object as it seemed to duck and move seamlessly through the haze and rain.

"Damn it, my camera," Mulder muttered, not even seeming bothered by the rain. "Look Scully, holy shit."

Scully was fruitlessly trying to cover her head with her coat, but even she couldn't deny what she was seeing. "I think you have enough for an X-File, Mulder."

"We need to call Skinner, request more time. I need my camera!" He was like a boy in a candy store; then just like that the rain stopped and the object disappeared in a blink.

Scully pulled her coat down, and from the general store they heard a "see? Told you?" An old man waved at them smiling, then pointed down the road. "Tell the cafe owner you saw 'em, and coffee's on me. You two need to dry out."

They look at the man, and then each other, both believing together for a rare moment, before nodding in the General Store's direction and heading to the cafe.

It was nearly impossible to stop Mulder from skipping in glee, but Scully kept a strong hold on his coat anyway.

#audiolettertober fic #the x files #fox mulder #dana scully #i can just imagine mulder skipping if he saw a ufo or whatever #it could have been romantic but i did romance in the rain already so gen it is plus msr is msr even as gen

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jingerhead · 2 years

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R-role reversal au? Like as in Andrew-Neil role reversal? Or Andrew-Aaron role reversal? Could we have more information please?

Of course lovely!! This is a collab I'm working on with @paradoxolotl and it's technically an Aaron/Andrew role reversal with Neil. The difference is while the twins have completely different backstories, the basics of Neil's is much the same.

Andrew and Aaron are sons of a mafia boss. They went on the run in their teens, their father has been looking for them ever since their mother died and they mysteriously disappeared, but has been unsuccessful. They end up going to Palmetto after being scouted by Wymack and Kevin. Aaron sees it as an opportunity to start a new life, and Andrew will doing anything for his brother. But while they get relatively welcomed by everyone else, the one person onto them is Neil Josten.

Neil Josten was once Nathaniel Wesninski, son of Nathan Wesninski, the serial killer known as the Butcher of Baltimore. Nathan never had connections to anyone like the Moriyamas and Mary never took her son on the run (something he's never forgiven her for). He had planned to run away once he turned 18, but Nathan wasn't going to let anyone go and almost killed them both. Neil survived, was given a new life and new name, got addicted to some medication that induce a form of mania. Wymack found him playing exy and recruited him, and when Kevin ran away from the nest Neil offered him protection so long as Kevin would teach him how to go pro.

Though all 3 of them try to outrun their pasts, they aren't able to. A lot of the events of the series are similar. Here's a little snidbit if you'd like to check some of this out!

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“What’s your real name?” Neil asked.

After a split second of hesitation, Andrew told him the truth. “Andrew Minyard.”

“What?” Andrew glanced to his right in time to see Neil’s manic smile actually drop, eyebrows drawing into a frown. “You kept your same first name?”

“Yes,” Andrew said with a shrug.

“That’s so stupid!” Neil exclaimed. Andrew had to wonder for a moment if he was off his meds to be able to pull the face he had on, but he quickly decided he didn’t care. “You can’t keep your same first name! Do you have any idea how easy it would be to find you? You could fucking google it.”

“It’s worked,” Andrew pointed out.

“Maybe because nobody would guess you’d be that dumb,” Neil snapped.

Andrew didn’t argue against it. Now that Neil pointed it out, he supposed it was kind of stupid, but then again…it has worked. He had no idea how his father was trying to find them, but they’ve managed to stay under the radar for this long. Not for much longer, he reminded himself.

“I wasn’t expecting this,” Neil mumbled, shifting where he was sitting on the roof’s edge. “I thought you would’ve said ‘no’. Why’re you giving me this?”

“You haven’t given me a reason to not trust you.”

“Really? I can think of at least thirty reasons off the top of my head.”

“Reasons why someone else shouldn’t trust you, or reasons why you wouldn’t trust yourself?” Andrew asked.

Neil shrugged. “Is there a difference?”

“There is to me,” Andrew said, which was the biggest truth he’d revealed yet.

Neil seemed stunned to silence for a moment, which Andrew allowed himself to revel in. His mouth opened and closed twice before he turned his head and got to his feet, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I can’t tell if you’re choosing to have the worst self-preservation skills or not,” he said, his unsettling grin returning to his face. “Or maybe they’re not for you.”

Heart skipping a beat, Andrew looked away to face the slowly setting sun, knowing that action gave everything away. He didn’t have to say anything for Neil to guess everything with the information he already had, but surprisingly it didn’t scare him at all. All the effort he put in to keep Aaron safe, and he was just handing it away to the son of a serial killer. It was absolutely insane.

And yet.

“Does your brother know?” Neil asked.

“No,” Andrew said, voice soft. He felt exhausted.

After another moment of silence, Neil moved to walk away, his shoes scraping against the concrete of the roof. “I’ll go to the Hemmick’s for Thanksgiving,” he said as he walked away. The slam of the door didn’t feel as harsh as it sounded.

#jinger answers #jinger's works #aftg wip

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leatherpenance · 2 years

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for more than a decade i've been trying to make sense of my nonhuman identity and what to call myself; whether that be angelkin, a shard, incarnate of something, idk. time's been passing but i don't have answers still and there's not many resources to help me pick this apart. i'm using this post to write out some of what i've experienced this past decade and if anyone reads it and can relate, i would love to talk with you.

i would like to preface this with the fact i do have a psychotic disorder, but i've also experienced spirits & ghosts that i know were not a product of my brain because i've experienced the paranormal in the presence of other people. when i am having a psychotic break, my thinking also becomes fractured and i can't make sense of my reality, so i'd like to think i can tell the difference between a paranormal experience and psychosis when reflecting. part of me also suspects i have mental illness because of the influence the being i identify with has over me.

ten years ago, my older brother took me to a witch shop after hours to participate in a ritual to "greet the archangels". my older brother and i were both into the occult and paganism, and at the time i worshipped a moon goddess to whom i had an altar for in my loft. this was my first time at a public ritual.

during the ritual, the priestess would ask us to turn to face north, south, etc and we would ask one of the archangels associated with that direction to aid us in our lives. when we turned to greet Michael, we were supposed to ask him to give us strength.

i heard a voice laugh, it was from inside of me but not my own inner dialogue, and he sneered and said toward Michael, "i don't need your strength". i felt a "heat" like fury come toward me that i believed was Michael, and i panicked and said sorry. i was in a cold sweat the rest of the night and tried telling my brother about it later. he was upset at me when i told him, and it was difficult to try and tell him that it wasn't me who said those things to Michael.

i kept feeling like something was there with me after that, both inside and outside of me.

i started researching beings that might be adversaries of Michael. it's been a while now, and i only remember fragments, but i remember speaking to a woman who suggested the name Samael to me. and i believe it is Samael.

when i connect to this piece of myself, i feel unstoppable and manic. it's a feeling that quickly spreads over me and feels like electric shocks running along my bones. it's starts from the ground up, into my feet and up my legs, grows heavy in my stomach and spreads up into my throat, and it feels amazing.

i ended up going to college next to downtown Salem MA, and every weekend i frequented the witch shops there. i ended up befriending a woman who ran one small store, as i was friends with her niece from my hometown and we got along so well. she was a wonderful mentor.

one evening i was in her shop telling her about Samael, but i wasn't using his name. i tend to avoid using his name out loud because it draws him out, and it can be overwhelming. but a man came into the shop in the middle of this, who interrupted our conversation and started talking about himself to my friend. he was a rude, self-obsessed neckbeard type. he began talking about what he believed in and brought up Samael's name.

he told us that Samael loves him so much, and is always there to protect him and cares about him especially. the more he spoke, the more the shop began to heat up. it was like the place was filling up with wrath and i felt like i was going blind, insane, and was sweating uncontrollably. i was full of disgust for him and his ego.

he finally left and my friend turned to me, and confirmed she also felt the awful heat filling the shop, and that something felt terribly off about what just happened. i told her he had been talking about the same angel i had just been telling her about, but hadn't used his name.

in more recent memory, i was joking to my boyfriend that if i am indeed his shard, then i wonder how something like that would work. are shards chosen, or happen by mistake? i told him i didn't feel like any sort of worthy vessel and that it would suck to be stuck with my fucked up ass. this didn't sit well with him, whether it was demeaning myself or demeaning him through doing so, and i felt like i had been slapped in the face. i told my boyfriend i couldn't speak on him anymore that day.

i also feel like all my life i've struggled with two halves of myself. one that was me, and the other a greater, darker, meaner force that made me feel drunk and massive, and was capable of terrifying things. i wouldn't say now it's bad, or inherently evil, and i think i had a lot of things to learn from that part of myself. over time i feel like i've become more whole and less separated. i have felt like i've had to fight against another 'nature'.

there's other little things, such as the archetype of being an "adversary" or "accuser". if i had to describe my relation to so many others, it would be that. i don't know what it is about me that's so polarizing to others, but i draw in certain kinds of people who seem to go off the walls around me, and they bring out the worst in me. it's driven me crazy on countless occasions.

i think it's also relevant that these people tend to be scorpio suns. i don't put much thought into astrology, but it's bizarre that every adversary is a scorpio. my sun sign is Aries, as Samael rules Mars but also has some influence in Scorpio. i bring out the worst in them, and they bring out the worst in me and i confront a frightening amount of shit through it. this hasn't just happened just a couple of times either, it's been at least seven instances. this has dragged me into the lives of rapists, abusers, fucking cult leaders even.

i've hesitated many times to call myself an angel, because that's not exactly it, and i feel bizarre saying that about myself. i don't quite get the difference between a shard and being incarnate either. he's both inside and outside me. i think that would be shard?

i have a lot of thoughts about what Samael means in the universe, who he is, and i've been reading Kabbalistic texts to try and piece together more of my understanding about, everything. but i'll save some of that for another time.

if you read all of this, thanks. if you have any advice, or can relate, or are struggling with knowing your place among angels, i would love to talk with you.

#angelkin #demonkin #alterhuman #divinekin #otherkin #othershards #shards #samael #archangels #angels #otherhearted #spirits #paranormal #witchcraft #psycho thots

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You Wanna See My Eel? - Vampire AU

@seasaltandcopper and I have been working on a Red Mage AU fic lately where, in a world of dangerous vampire covens enthralling humans to sate thirst and consolidate political power... Rhun assembles a ragtag band of openminded vampires and humans to live a more balanced, less bloodthirsty way of life, protecting mortals rather than preying upon them.

They make a habit of rescuing enthralled humans when they can, offering them sanctuary and rehabilitation while helping them get away from their Masters. Mal is a rescued thrall, who is understandably suspicious of a bunch of vampires claiming to want to help people.

His first meeting with Rhun has been nothing but a laugh so we wanted to share this excerpt where Rhun shows off his pet eel (I promise that's not an innuendo)

TW: mild blood, animal bite, implied PTSD

Would love it folks gave it a read :3

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Two days later, on an overcast, rainy afternoon, Rhun returned to the coven. Mal was alone in the common area, a spot he’d quickly claimed for his own. Nate was… somewhere, off with Alisaie probably. Others greeted Mal in passing, spoke if he seemed interested in speaking to them, but elsewise gave him his space.

Rhun entered the room in a whirlwind, wearing a suit that looked straight out of the seventeenth century French court, dyed such a vibrant red it was almost offensive. Two long tears in the fabric on one side revealed a white shirt beneath, equally dated looking. He even had an ostrich feather in his hat.

The vampire stopped his single-minded pace when he noticed Mal, eyes widening in surprise. Then he smiled broadly, “Ah! Up and awake, I see. And already making yourself at home. How are you faring?”

Mal froze. Shrank back, into himself for an instant, before drawing himself up, like a startled animal making itself look bigger. A wrapper from a discarded protein bar crinkled under his leg, and something else from the small horde of snacks and distractions he'd stockpiled in his makeshift 'room' clattered to the floor.

Two days had eased some of Mal's darkest fears about Rhun's coven. Not all of them; not by a longshot. But enough he'd decided waiting and gathering information, biding his time, was the smartest course of action over trying to walk out the front door. So far, it'd been...almost pleasant here.

A vast improvement over his time under his prior caretakers, and until this asshole came flaunting in the door, no one even bothered Mal unless he sought out their company.

The first time Mal had seen Rhun was a blur. A whirlwind of chaos and fast paced fighting as his group extracted Mal from the hideaway where Jericho had dumped him. Now, seeing him in the flesh again, in a less terrifying context...Mal wasn't sure what to think.

Other than maybe, Jesus, do you think this guy likes red?

"Is that a problem?" Mal mumbled. Not truly antagonistic, but maybe a tad defensive. His heart sped up, what he'd come to realize was just the default whenever a predator entered the room.

Tilting his head, Rhun leaned back on one foot, appraising. “No. Though I daresay you’ve accumulated quite a mess. I’m surprised Nate hasn’t impressed upon you the irreparable damage melted chocolate does to velvet cushions.” Still that borderline manic grin.

Was being insane a fucking requirement to be a part of this place?

Mal grimaced at Rhun, still unsure what to make of...all of him. The man was a chaotic sensory nightmare, decked out in crimson.

"Nate was the one who gave me the chocolate," Mal said, "And I'm pretty sure he assigned himself to be my keeper, so take it up with him, I guess." Another twist of his lip. "Do you—want something?" Probably a rude thing to say to the Sire of the Coven. Mal winced. "I mean...you're just...here. Talking to me. Uh..." Floundering a little, Mal shrugged limply. "Why?"

“Well frankly I was here to visit d'Artagnan, but as you were unexpectedly also present, I thought it better to say hello before proceeding. Apologies for the offense I have clearly given.” He gave a little bow. Then made his way to the eel tank, where the creature had come forth from its den and was nearly tying itself in knots trying to breach the surface at Rhun’s approach.

Brows knitting together, Mal answered with a quiet, "Oh." Then recovered enough to mumble, "I'm not. Uh, offended. I just...didn't expect—" Mal trailed off, unable to find a suitably non-offensive end to his sentence. In his haste to recover, his gaze drifted to the reason Rhun had appeared at all. "Does he really bite everyone but you?"

“Not always.” Rhun answered cheerfly, reaching into his pocket and unfolding a napkin with strips of raw chicken wrapped inside. “But Angie had to give out so many stitches a universal ban was deemed wisest.” He looked over his shoulder conspiratorially, “Would you like to feed him?”

Mal watched, only to freeze again as he found himself the focus of Rhun's attention. Recovering quicker this time, Mal blinked. Sat up straighter in his seat.

Well...he had been curious...

"I—yeah, alright."

Grabbing his crutches, he headed over to the tank, keeping a respectable distance between himself and Rhun. d'Artagnan continued to writhe and wriggle inside the massive tank, presumably anticipating a meal. Or maybe he really did care that much for his owner. Mal knew plenty of animals were smart—hell, some of them were smarter than a lot of people. It made sense that the eel had strong feelings about his vampire friend.

This close, it was easy to see Rhun stood out in more than dress. For one, he had wrinkles. Not starved-vampire lines of withering. Just… the passage of time.

You could never tell how old a vampire was by looking at them, but even the oldest ones tended to idealize themselves in a way that left no room for age lines. Young, vicious, charming. Immortal. Sires were meant to look in their prime. Rhun had an intensity, for a fact, and an athletic demeanor that assured physical prowess. But unlike any other vampire Mal had ever met, this one could have passed for a forty year-old man.

"So uh...how do I do this," Mal asked, glancing at Rhun. "Without losing any fingers, anyway."

“Allow me to demonstrate.” He grinned. Lifting the rock off the lid, Rhun had only about a full second before d’Artagnan had pushed the lid up himself and was winding his way out of the tank in an eager slither.

Mal's eyes went wide. For some reason, it hadn't occurred to him that it might be coming out of the tank. Even partway.

With a laugh, Rhun lifted up a strip of meat from one corner, and held it just high enough that the eel could not lunge outright to grab it. D’Artagnan still struck like a viper, before retreating back into his tank to swallow the offering in a single bite.

"Oh, shit," Mal said, quietly.

“There. Easy.” Rhun announced, offering the napkin over to Mal so that he could take a piece.

Easy. Right.

But not one to shrink from a challenge, or look like a fucking coward in front of Rhun, Mal grabbed a slice of the raw meat. It was slick and gross between his fingers, but presumably the eel thought it was tasty enough.

"Alright, buddy, dinner time."

Carefully, Mal held the food out like Rhun had, and offered up a silent prayer he wasn't about to spend the rest of his life short a finger for his own curiosity.

D’Artagnan honed in like a guided missile, shooting up and out of the tank with frankly unnatural accuracy and speed toward Mal’s fingers.

Mal jerked back. Dropped the slice of chicken into the tank with a 'plop' that didn't carry over the sound of his yelp as d'Artagnan sank sharp, needle-like teeth into Mal's hand.

Luck, maybe, kept it from severing anything, as the creature instead latched onto the meaty web of tissue between his index finger and thumb instead. It tugged before realizing what it'd caught was a little too big to pull back into the water, and dove down after the slice of chicken instead.

Blood dribbled into the water. Little drops of dark red that dispersed, a couple spattering against the glass side, and then wet the fingers of Mal's other hand as he instinctively clamped over the wound.

Panic hit immediately.

Not from the bite, but because now Mal was bleeding in front of a vampire and if Rhun decided to break his abstinence streak there was nothing in the world Mal could do to stop him. Mal stepped back automatically, eyes wide and fixed on Rhun.

“Ah, damn.” Rhun said, a little calmer than was maybe appropriate.

"Shit fuck," Mal swore, considerably less calmly.

#x'rhun tia #ffxiv #vampire au #fanfic #excerpt #my fanfic #a'mahl tia #malcolm price #long post

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Yankee Jk Kuzuhana-Chan

Or: Delinquent High School Girl Kuzuhana-Chan

Genre: Harem-Comedy

Summary/plot: An all girl school that teaches fashion, business, and cooking opens its doors to boys and our MC is the only one to join. He does actually go there for the fashion curriculum as his family owns a tailor shop. Unfortunately all the girls there are delinquents and they all teas and bully him for being a guy. One day while getting bullied he is saved by the first main girl, Kuzuhana-Chan. This snowballs into him slowly making friends with other girls, no tsundere though. Unless you count a once-bullier to friend as tsundere. Harem stuff happens. Girls like boy, boy thinks it’s all just teasing him, you know the drill. But it does have some unique qualities to it.

Art Style: It uses stock backgrounds, but they don’t look bad. The characters have a round shojo look. I would say it is a more unique style, but not non-manga style. The artist draws the girls with thickness in mind. No thin as a stick people they all got some curve and chonk on them.

Personal thoughts: Comparing it to other harem manga, I think this one is a breath of fresh air so to say. Mostly in how the characters act and how the plots work out. You’ll find yourself saying “Oh that’s a bit different than normal harem” here and there. They don’t rely on misunderstanding plot points too much. Really, it’s only used for the MC to assume that the girls are just teasing him rather than actually liking him. Which I will say he has good reasons to think this, being that most of them have teased him with flirtatious behaviors. There are a few points were a typical harem plot starts up but then quickly gets resolved. Some of the girls are also more malicious in personality. Something else that is different, is that the characters actually communicate about their problems. It may take a chapter or two to build up the courage or get a good time, but they do in fact have growth moments. The only thing they don’t confess is their love (because we gotta keep the manga going) but if they are feeling left out, or they want to clear the air about something, or if they feel like someone is mad at them, they tend to eventually talk it out. In the recent chapters they’ve been working on the MC getting out of the keeping things to himself and not recognizing the other’s feelings. They have gotten to the point where they have introduced so many girls that the original main ones are being left behind. The OG main girl Kuzuhana-Chan has been getting less and less chapters, and her name is in the title of the manga. Like really the others I can understand but give or main girl her spotlight back. Also, its heavy on the panty shots and about equally so with the boobs. There is a decent amount of falling on top of each other in perverted positions too.

Characters:

Saotome: Our MC and only boy in the manga. A fashion manic or at least he really likes designing clothes. Will do perverted stuff without noticing because he’s too engrossed with clothes (this is not overused). Pretty typical for a harem protagonist but maybe a bit smarter and more aware. Easy bulling target but will also try to protect others even though he probably needs it more.

Kuzuhana: The first main girl. She is the “big scary” of the school. Once beat up a shit ton of people and got the reputation for it. She a sweetheart under a tough shell. There’s a “dere” term for this but I don’t know it. She solves problems with violence and or intimidation and where she can’t do those any kind of sport-like competition will work, except for swimming. A bit of a ditz and pushover when it comes to romance though.

Takae: Bitch, ok now that’s out of the way she is the most cunning evil one of the harem. Her first appearance was her attempting to extort money out of Saotome via black mail. Though she joined the harem and has become less of a problem now. She is probably the smartest one of the group. She’s good at identifying threats and formulating plans around them. 2 faced is a good description of her. She does improve though the story.

Usigome: The big-titty ditz. You know the type. She pretty loose with shoving herself on Saotome and acts all airheaded. To her credit she can be smart and tactical. Generally nice and supportive to others.

Kodera: The cool calm one. She is kind of disconnected from the harem but still a part of it. She has 2 other friends she always hangs around, who after getting over the fact she like a guy, helps her out with it. She isn’t too aggressive but has problems with interacting with men.

Madoka: The childhood friend. She is in the cooking class. For some reason she never checked in on her childhood friend whenever she heard that he happened to be the only boy in their school, but whatever. She isn’t featured much. She has the typical “childhood friend you haven’t seen in a while and is in love with you” personality, and thus has the “I like him but how do I get him to see me more than friends” deal.

And of course more girls come in down the line.

Other info: As of 2/23/23 there are 142 chapters. They are of typical length so it may take a bit to get through. No anime I’ve heard of for it but wouldn’t be surprised to hear one is coming.

All in all: I’d recommend this one. It’s different from most other harem manga so it will keep you engaged. If you like harem and can get over the panty shots, you’ll like this one.

#Yankee Jk Kuzuhana-Chan #Delinquent High School Girl Kuzuhana-Chan #review #anime review #manga review #manga

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Goods and Nervousness

Chapter 54

As the night progresses, Raiden finds himself kept awake by his thoughts. ‘Hey Ara,’ he says to the swamp elf meditating on the other side of the room, ‘you don’t like me enough to lie to me, right?’. He asks Ara whether he thinks there’s any sense in him trying to get back into the group, after all that happened. Ara is confused by the question: Raiden is already back with the group. Unless he’s planning on leaving again? Raiden says he’s trying not to. He feels like his return is hard for Annori and Kevin to cope with, and fears that they might just be too nice to say anything. Ara counters that that is pure conjecture and he should just ask them if it’s something he’s worried about. Besides, being ‘too nice’ is not a bad thing, except when others take advantage. That only worries Raiden more: he’s been that person who takes advantage. Ara insists that he’s making a much bigger deal out of this than it is. Sure, things aren’t the same as they were before — but now they can build something new that isn’t based on lies, which is arguably better. The group simply needs to regain some trust in Raiden, and that may take some time.

Bright and early the group heads back to the tailor’s, and Althas invites them inside. She clearly hasn’t slept, and is buzzing around on some kind of manic hyperactive high. She offers a nice array of breakfast foods to the group, as well as coffee, tea and iced tea. They talk a bit about the heat and humidity that have been coming up, and Ara talks fondly of the moistness of the swamp while Annori makes disapproving gestures behind his back. Althas considers visiting the swamp for design inspiration, and wonders out loud about the trade route they were setting up with Coldvale. She asks Ara if that’s why he’s out here, and he awkwardly tries to avoid the topic. Althas quickly apologizes for her forwardness, her mind is just a little all over the place. She returns with sketches and fabric samples to show each of them. Looking at the intricate designs, Raiden wonders if she stayed up all night drawing these. She says it’s hard to keep track of time when she’s working. ‘I’m sure you’ve had the same experience when you… What is it you do?’ Raiden immediately starts talking about the iced tea and how nice it is.

Althas takes each of their required measurements, and then lets them know that the garments should be ready for pickup tomorrow afternoon. She’ll be getting some help from local mages from the academy putting it all together — apparently they really enjoy doing something other than studying magic books and spell components for a change. Raiden asks her if she knows a place where one might buy such items, and she refers them to a shop called Reshin’s Quaint Curios.

Once they step outside into the late afternoon air, Annori produces the sending stone Findire gave them and suggests asking them some questions about the sister and her partner. Maybe he knows where they usually hang out and the group can spy on them a little. ‘Or do you wanna talk to Findire? After all, he is your boyfriend!’ She extends the sending stone towards Ara with a playful grin. Ara reluctantly takes it, and asks the group what he should say. As he casts sending, he repeats their suggestions — ‘where does she hang out?’ ‘what’s her favorite animal?’. When Kevin teasingly adds an ‘I love youuu’ at the end, Ara automatically repeats it into the sending stone. He tries to backpedal but runs out of words, then turns bright red. As Annori and Kevin squeal over this development, Findire responds in Ara’s head: ‘Well, good afternoon to you too, Ara dearest. Might be too long for sending stones. Meet at my place, you know the way. See you soon.’ When they ask Ara if there’s been a response, he says no, and quickly suggests they go to the magic shop, hoping to escape further teasing by Nori and Kevin. (Sometime around this point, Rowan’s cat Morgan disconnects her from the discord call and everyone takes a minute to laugh about this)

Reshin’s Quaint Curios is indeed a quaint place. Stepping inside, an invisible bell announces their arrival, and they feel a buzz of energy throughout the shop which the magic users among them recognize as arcane. There are many items on display, though they’ve been placed on tables and in alcoves almost carelessly. A tan halfling with short black hair enters to greet them with a proper customer service smile that doesn’t extend to their eyes. Reshin asks them what they’re looking for. Kevin mentions he’s been looking for a weapon that’s a little on the heavier side compared to his trusted rapier. Reshin leaves through a big ledger to check what they have on offer, and presents Kevin with a beautiful obsidian hand ax. Besides the exquisite craftsmanship, the weapon is also enchanted to warn the wielder for any hostile creatures around. It stands at a hefty 600GP. Annori off-handedly mentions Findire, and the shopkeep’s smile widens immediately. When she asks them about any potions they might have, Reshin almost disdainfully refers her to the nearby herbalist. Annori explains she needs a potion that would compel the drinker to speak the truth, but without them being aware of that effect. Elsewhere in the store, Raiden freezes up a little. Reshin confirms that this is too specific a potion for their store, though they do have several health potions for sale, should they be the adventuring type. Kevin is staring longingly at the beautiful hand ax and laments that he doesn’t have the money to buy it. Reshin suggests having a look at the quest boards outside, there might be a job that suits them and some of them apparently pay quite well. Ara “reminds” Kevin about the much nicer hand ax they saw at another store for cheaper. With this bit of sneakery, Kevin manages to haggle down the price to 520GP and purchases his fine new weapon. Annori sneakily asks if him spending his share of the advance Findire gave them means Kevin’s taking the job after all, but Kevin swears he’ll pay it back to them eventually. Ara then looks for shields, and Reshin points him towards one they finished crafting recently called the ‘Arrow catching shield’, which is enchanted to protect the wielder and nearby allies from arrows especially well. The item is priced at 1.000GP, but they might be willing to part with it for 900GP. Ara consults the group — this would absolutely be a useful thing to have, but it’s much more than he can afford on his own right now. Together they decide that Ara will come back for the shield once they finish their gala job and get some more cash together. Raiden purchases 4 common healing potions and 2 greater for 400GP total. Annori chips in 100GP, since they’re for the group (though Raiden half-jokingly points out that he’s usually the one passing out). Raiden then inquires with Reshin about a method of long-range communication. Reshin shows him an intricate dark metal headpiece called ‘The Spies Murmur’, to be worn curved around the ear, and explains that the wearer will be able to communicate telepathically with the wearer of another. Each individual one costs 650GP. Looking around the shop, Raidens eye falls on an inconspicuous ring laying casually in an alcove. When he goes to pick it up and see if there’s anything special about it, his hand passes right through it. Reshin explains that every item on display here is in fact an illusion — you don’t think they’d be naive enough to leave expensive items out for the taking like that, now do you? The ring Raiden was inspecting turns out to be enchanted so it can see through doors. The shopkeep remarks that Raiden seems to have an eye for these items of sneakery, though he immediately insists that each of these items also have perfectly legal applications.

The party exits, several health potions and one fancy hand ax acquired, leaving the rest of their wish list for later. Ara says he’s had his fill of shops for today and would very much like to take a walk, alone. Annori, Kevin and Raiden head to the herbalist’s shop to see if they have Annori’s truth serum. On the way, she excitedly explains her plan: to feed the serum to Findire’s sister, and then ask her questions that would normally require a little white lie in the name of polite society. She imagines there’s quite a lot that goes unsaid at these events, that would be scandalous if it came out. Raiden has a weirdly surprised and relieved response to this plan, and with one look at him Annori realizes: he thought the truth serum was for him. She asks him about it, and he admits it crossed his mind. Annori protests that she’s not about to spike her friends’ drinks to get them to talk — not again — and she’s a little insulted that he thought that low of her. Kevin joins in, saying that he feels like he knows Raiden well enough to know when his efforts to make up for his past deed are genuine. ‘Do you, though? Do you really?’ asks the rogue. He expresses some conflicting feelings about the fact that they haven’t really talked about anything since he’s been back. As long as there is so much unspoken between them, he can’t help but feel like any steps he’s making towards redemption are empty gestures. Kevin insists he would like to get to know the real Raiden. ‘Tell us about yourself, then.’ Raiden falls quiet, and admits he might need some more specific questions to start with. Annori suggests they run their errands first, so they can think a bit on what they’d want to ask, so they can talk about it tonight.

Meanwhile, Ara’s solitary walk just so happens to take him back to the Radiant Gardens and the back entrance of the Talthanryl mansion. He finds Findire sitting in their fancy chair, who greets him happily, and Ara approaches with great unease. The weird ‘i love you’ he sent through the sending stone earlier that day hangs in the air between them like static, but Findire seems to feel Ara’s discomfort and doesn’t bring it up. They then proceed to give some answers to the questions that were asked. Ara learns that the sister’s name is Falinel, and her partner is named Astrid Cornwallis. Findire explains that while Falinel doesn’t necessarily work, she spends a lot of time out of the house with friends, and sometimes doesn’t return until quite late. He hints that her room in the mansion is usually empty from the afternoon until at least the early evening. Ara asks about their parents, and Fin tells him their mother is usually in her office all day, and dad works with the local merchants. As for Falinel’s favorite animal: it’s bunnies. Once he feels like he has all the necessary information, Ara goes to leave. Findire accompanies him to the door once more, and they stand there a while. ‘Unless there’s anything else you’d like to talk about?’ Fin asks. ‘Not really, you?’ says Ara. ‘Only if you want to,’ says Fin. ‘I don’t want to,’ sighs Ara, ‘because talking about it will make it feel more real, but not talking about it will kill me.’ Ara confesses he was only thoughtlessly repeating Kevin when he said those words, and he’s not actually there yet — though he really does like Findire. Fin is glad to hear that, and understands the situation all too well. They note Ara’s friends seem to be quite intent on them getting together, but Fin assures him that all that matters is what Ara wants, and they’re happy to call it whatever he wants to call it, and take it as slow as he needs to. Ara agrees that they still have a lot to figure out between them, and that he’s ‘technically still a baby, anyway. So… bye!’

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How Superheroes and Therapy Saved Me:

A Brief History

I love comic books, and especially, superhero comics. I also love drawing and writing. Superhero comics, drawing, and writing have stayed with me since I was a kid. Naturally I made a career out of writing and drawing superhero comics, right? Wrong.

Oh sure, I made attempts at making comics when I was in high school. I had absolutely no training, no script, not even an outline. So, of course, I couldn’t get past page one, and would quickly give up. I turned to acting during my junior year. I even went to college majoring in theatre. I didn’t become a professional actor, but it turned out to be useful for me. More on that later.

Life moved on. I worked in a video store for several years, acting here and there, still feeling empty inside. Something was missing, but I didn’t know what. I thought changing jobs would help, or that marriage would be the answer, or that having a kid would complete my life, but I was wrong on all counts. I ended up divorced, only seeing my son every other week, in a new job, but one that was unfulfilling. So, I went into therapy.

It was immensely helpful, talking out my problems with someone who had no connection to me otherwise. I was depressed, angry, and often anxious. My therapist helped me deal with all that. She recommended me to a psychiatrist, where I found out that I have a chemical imbalance, as well. I was diagnosed with Bipolar Depression, a type of Bipolar Disorder.

I’ll try to keep it simple. Bipolar Depression is basically when you have more depressive episodes than manic episodes. Three times as many, in fact. You may be depressed most of the day, almost every day. Trouble sleeping at night and trouble staying awake during the day are also symptoms. Worthlessness and excessive guilt are common. You may feel euphoria, but, speaking from my own personal experience, the depressive episodes tend to rule.

Fast forward to 2015. I was doing better, but still a little lost. I wanted to leave a legacy for my son. I also wanted to reach out to others, and let them know that they are not alone. Since college, I had read several books about making comics, and I got inspired. I would make a graphic novel, which is essentially a long form comic book, telling a stand-alone story.

Side note: even though I gave up making comics in high school, I never completely gave up on comics. I kept reading superhero stuff, but I also expanded to other genres. In the late 1990s, comic books focused more on the writer, making the reading of said comic books more interesting and entertaining.

But what would my graphic novel be about? I had always heard that you should write about what you know. Okay, so, what did I know? Well, by this point in my life, 2015, I had been reading comic books, specifically superhero comics, since I learned to read, and I had been in therapy for Bipolar Depression for about six-and-a-half years. So the answer came to me clear as crystal: my graphic novel would be about a superhero with Bipolar Depression, who goes to a therapist to get better, but mainly to regain his lost powers (which was due to his depression).

So, that’s exactly what I did. I worked on the comic, finished it, and gave it to my dad to read. His review was that he “liked the artwork”. I wasn’t;’t satisfied with that. Not to be deterred, I decided to do it again. This time, I tried a different format, landscape (as opposed to the standard portrait), and drew inspired by Matt Groening’s Life in Hell comic strip; simple line work, while still communicating the story to the audience. In April 2016, a year to the month after I started, I published Save Me.

From the back cover:

This is a story about Gus, a superhero who loses his powers. After seeing a therapist in an attempt to regain them, he discovers he has Bipolar Depression. At the same time, he falls in love with a girl at the local coffee shop and attempts to attract her attention.

Will Gus be able to regain his powers?

Will he gain control of his depression?

And finally, will Gus get the girl?

I didn’t reach the millions of people I hoped I would with my graphic novel. Everyone who did read it seemed to like it, which was good. I had my legacy, which was important to me. More important, however, was the fact that I started a project, and saw it through to completion. Also, and this may be most important thing of all, I had finally come to terms with my own Bipolar Depression.

I wasn’t embarrassed about it anymore. I was dealing with it. If it happened to come up in conversation, I didn’t shy away from it. Everyone who knows me well knows about my condition. Not because I’m proud of it, but because I want them to understand why I’m maybe not at my best on any particular day.

I went on to make another graphic novel called The Paranoid Guy. It’s a wacky comedy, partly based on some (very) short films I made in college. I have ideas for other graphic novels, and I am currently working on a one-shot comic book called Freak Like Me. It is done more in the style and tradition of Save Me, at least, I hope so.

Well, that’s it. I still struggle with my Bipolar Depression on a day-to-day basis. I’m still learning about myself every day. It’s a never-ending battle.

But I’m winning, and that’s what counts.

#superhero #therapy #lifelessons

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Dreamland | Nicholas Sparks | Published 2022 | *SPOILERS*

Colby Mills once felt destined for a musical career, until tragedy grounded his aspirations. Now the head of a small family farm in North Carolina, he spontaneously takes a gig playing at a bar in St. Pete’s Beach, Florida, seeking a rare break from his duties at home.

But when he meets Morgan Lee, his world is turned upside down, making him wonder if the responsibilities he has shouldered need dictate his life forever. The daughter of affluent Chicago doctors, Morgan has graduated from a prestigious college music program with the ambition to move to Nashville and become a star. Romantically and musically, she and Colby complete each other in a way that neither has ever known.

While they are falling headlong in love, Beverly is on a heartpounding journey of another kind. Fleeing an abusive husband with her six-year-old son, she is trying to piece together a life for them in a small town far off the beaten track. With money running out and danger seemingly around every corner, she makes a desperate decision that will rewrite everything she knows to be true.

In the course of a single unforgettable week, two young people will navigate the exhilarating heights and heartbreak of first love. Hundreds of miles away, Beverly will put her love for her young son to the test. And fate will draw all three people together in a web of life-altering connections..forcing each to wonder whether the dream of a better life can ever survive the weight of the past.

Nicholas Sparks is likely my favorite author. I spend months waiting for his new releases to come out, and am usually out to purchase the first day they’re available. I swear, one of these days, I’m going to buy a signed copy of his book.

Like any other book, it starts with introductions of the main characters. In this story, we have Colby and Beverly. Two halves of one story, ultimately. Colby is a young, 25-year-old musician, playing ahows at a beach bar in Florida when we first meet him. There, he meets 21-year-old Morgan, a musician with equal aspirations as him. Together, they embark on an amazing love story. Much like most of Nicholas Sparks’ novels, boy and girl meet and fall in love in a short period of time.

Beverly is a young mother attempting to escape the confines of an abusive husband with her 6-year-old son, Tommie. She becomes increasingly paranoid over time, realizing that her attempt to escape truly ended up not working and that her husband was going to eventually find them.

Right before Morgan is meant to depart Florida, Colby gets a call that his aunt, whom he works with on the family farm, had a stroke and he’s been unable to get in touch with his sister and nobody has known where she was. Throughout his portions of the story, it’s alluded that there is something about Paige that he isn’t sharing with Morgan.

We find out what that is. Beverly and Paige are one in the same. And Paige isn’t really trying to get away from an abusive husband with her son. Paige has bipolar disorder, Bipolar 1 to be exact. Everything we’ve read about her ended up being part of her manic delusions that she’s experiencing as a result of their aunt’s stroke and missing doses of her medication that kept those delusions at bay. Colby rushes home, only to find that his sister had attempted suicide in their home. Morgan follows him after a few days, and Colby shares the truth about his sister’s diagnosis. And that while her husband and son were real, that they had unfortunately passed six years before in a car accident.

In the end, Colby decides to send Morgan on her way to Nashville where she’d chase her dreams of becoming a singer/songwriter, which she ends up doing and becomes famous pretty quickly. They keep in touch but unfortunately over time, they begin speaking less and less as Morgan’s responsibilities double and things around the farm try to get back to normal.

At the end of the story, Colby and Paige are beginning to get back to nromal, and despite her stroke, their aunt is back working on the farm basically back to normal herself. Morgan shows up, decides that their break up never happened, and Colby goes along with it, deciding that long-distance is exactly what he wants with Morgan despite his earlier sentiments that it wouldn’t work out.

This story was tragic, much like his other novels, but in the end, boy and girl end up together, much like his other novels as well. I enjoyed the fact that he included mental illness, something that has become more prevalent in this day and age, especially after during and after the COVID pandemic. 5 out of 5 stars.

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catras-witchy-girlfriend · 2 years

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Head Cannons about Nurodiverse

Reader x Catra!

-Catra has BPD

-She sometimes has aggressive episodes where she threatens someone who annoyed/hurt her, and you'll sometimes hear her whispering to other people under her breath, "I could destroy you," "I could hurt you," or you'll hear her growling.

-You will usually put a hand on her shoulder first before gently wrapping her body up in yours and placing light kisses upon her neck. "It's okay kitten, just let them go, they aren't worth it."

-There's apart of you that loves her manic episodes, when she's happy and confident, and with no filter.

-She has this, "I'm the best" attitude about her and you usually just laugh and go, "Couldn't have said it better myself."

-But you know if you're going to adore the highs, you're gonna have to appreciate the lows as well.

-When she has large dark bags under her eyes even after sleeping for half a day. When she's a bit irritable and short, when you find her curled up in the bathroom crying, and when she's self destructive.

-When Catra can't muster up the strength to bathe or shower for her own health, you sometimes go in the bathroom, come back with just a towel on, and sit beside her while caressing her cheek, "Come on, kitten, won't you join me? I'd enjoy myself so much more with you."

-She tries to keep her eyes from wandering but fails and puts her hands over her rose dusted face with a long groan, "I know what you're doing, princess..."

-You laugh and take her hands away from her face to kiss her cheek, "and I know you just can't resist it, can you kitten?"

-She groans again, "but I don't feel like getting up."

-"Hmn," you put your finger on your cheek to pretend your deep in thought, "I think I can help with that, my queen."

-"Wha-"

-"And scoop!!"

-"Y/N!!!"

-"Catra stay still, or Imma drop you!!!"

-Or sometimes you'll go get all your hair stuff (because your author is poc, therefore you deal with black hair now. Lol) sit beside her, and do her hair for her, whilst leaving kisses on her shoulders, neck, and jaw.

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-but don't be mistaken, Catra has no problem taking care of you as well.

-The first time you had a meltdown in front of her, you were afraid she wouldn't know what to do, you'd scare her, or you'd make her uncomfortable, but to your surprise Catra's tough exterior crumbled before you as she remained gentle and calm.

-She speaks in whispers as she realizes your hands pressed firmly against your ears, "Hey, princess, hey can you talk to me?"

-Her heart breaks as you open your mouth, only to realize no words would come out. Your sobs wrecking your body as she quickly scoots closer, "hey, hey princess, dont-dont cry, it's okay, you don't have to talk. Um-?"

-Thinking on her feet, Catra runs around your secretly shared room turning of the lights, and shutting the door. She then grabs her blue blanket and wraps it around you.

-You laugh through your tears making Catra break into a warm smile.

-with the blanket separating her hand from directly touching your face, she caresses your cheek, "Do you want to move to the bed, princess?"

-you silently nod your head, but as you were about to get up, Catra kissed the top of your head, and scooped you up in her arms.

-she pulled the blankets back, and tucked you in.

-If you're the type who hits themselves, especially their head, during meltdowns, Catra gently discourages this-pulling your hand away- and tries to find something for you to mess with.

-I headcannon that Catra's claws are retractable, so sometimes when you're trying to come down from a meltdown she'll let you mess with her claws, gently pressing her palm to retract and reveal her sharp black nails.

-If you like to draw, you and Catra with scribble doodles on each other.

-When it comes to you, Catra's image means nothing to her, and she will gladly trade her reputation for your health and well being.

-You didn't notice it for a long time, but Catra pays very close attention to your sensory needs.

-and if you're really tired after a meltdown Catra has no problem letting you rest your head upon her chest.

-The care and love yourself and Catra harbor shows itself fiercely she one of you us hurting, uncomfortable, or just needing the others company.

-no matter how bad the storms get, no matter how your minds tremble under the weight of the horde, the war, the manipulation, the trauma, and the betrayal, you two remain constant.

-Even on your darkest, scariest, and disheartening days, you two will always be there for each other.

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