take me back to the early 2000s and leave me there

Scumbag Aunt ripped off my Grandma for years, I put my nose in her business and had the IRS financially ruin her.

This is going to be long, so TL; DR; Aunt screwed over my Grandma for years, I put my nose in her business, got parents wise on the fraud and eventually reported her to the IRS. The long dick of the IRS bankrupted her and her husband and now they are destitute and too old to work. 


This happened about 5 years ago. My Grandma was getting old, late 80s/early 90s. She had one wish, to not die in a senior home. Easily done as my Grandpa sold some assets way back when, then invested the money and let it ride for 30+ years; he never touched it and collected a pension.

Way back when my Grandpa died, (about 10 years before this), my Grandma appointed my dad, this shitty aunt and my uncle as the Trustees of the trust. Basically the trusted advisors for her and her care for the foreseeable future. All was well in the beginning, then my dad (Willy) moved further away and couldn’t take care of the day to day upkeep as the Trustee and to see that my grandma was ok. My aunt (Rebecca) told her that she and my uncle (Fred, who lived in Arizona) could take over and all would be fine. It was fine for a while.

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anonymous asked:

Legit confused anon, I know Bitch Hartman tends to be a bad writer but what else has he done to scare the fanbase so badly?

Alright dear anon, sit down, Grandpa Leo is going to tell you a little story about the Olden Days.

You know how hellish the SU fandom is with their shipping? Remember that drama the GF fandom had regarding authorial intent? Imagine that but with a creator that’s actually homophobic and actively antagonizes and aggravates the fanbase.

Basically, way back in the early 2000s, Hartman was (from what i recall) somewhat active on certain forums, where most of the Danny Phantom fans hung out (Danny Phantom’s original run was 2004-2007 if that gives you an idea of what The Internet was like back then. Facebook was just starting to get popular, smartphones weren’t really a thing yet, etc).

So at some point, someone asked him how he felt about fanfiction, because these were Dark Days when people plastered disclaimers all over their fanfics so they wouldn’t get sued (you know, that thing that you youngsters keep complaining about whenever you find one in a particularly old fanfic: It’s there so we don’t get sued), and knowing where a creator stood on these issues was Important Information.

Now, I wasn’t old enough to be online unsupervised yet (I was nine when Danny Phantom first came out and my parents were strict) and I took the whole ‘you must have your parents permission to make an account’ thing very seriously so it wouldn’t be until about 2007-2008 until I discovered the concept of fandom (during my Speed Racer phase) and by then the Danny Phantom fans were already in the thick of it. I don’t recall exactly what he said, but the gist of it is this:

“I don’t mind fanfiction and fanart as long as no one’s gay”

This, naturally, caused a Ruckus (they were called ‘ship wars’ at the time, I don’t know if the term’s changed or not but boy was it Bad), for multiple reasons, the most important of which being: many actually LGBT people view the show as a metaphor for a closeted gay kid who’s afraid to come out to his parents, which is why the revelation. 

This was about the only valid viewpoint in the whole debacle.

It wasn’t the popular pick.

I’d say something along the lines of “fans can write their fanfic as gay as they want it to be” but, to be honest, fanfic is not the guarantee we think it is. A lot of people take their creative freedom for granted these days. The idea of fanfiction existing as it is now was unthinkable back then. No one would have said anything even close to that.

No, the Sides in this ruckus weren’t so noble.

See, almost everyone who was mad at each other over this was straight.

These were Homophobic and Proud Straight Fans fighting with MLM-Fetishizing Yaoi Fans.

It was a vicious cycle and both sides were as wrong as they were right. (Put down your pitchforks I’ll explain in a sec)

On the one hand, the Homophobic and Proud straight fans would cite authorial intent and ‘moral superiority’ as reasons why fanfiction Shouldn’t Be Gay.

On the other, MLM-Fetishizing Yaoi Fans correctly called foul on Hartman’s homophobia, but in response flooded deviantart and ffn (AO3 didn’t exist yet) with yaoi.

Now, for those of my followers who are too young to have really seen Danny Phantom, here’s a tidbit of information:

Danny Fenton has two best friends (Sam and Tucker), a sister (Jazz), a clone-sister (Dani), and another main friend who sometimes wants to kill him but when he’s not a ghost she wants to smooch him (Valerie. It’s hard to explain). Excluding the sister and the clone-sister, that leaves Sam Tucker and Valerie as the main potential love interests, as they are all reasonably attractive, form close bonds with the main character, and are all Danny’s age (remind me to go into detail on the Fandom Hierarchy of Attraction later).

So naturally, most of the Homophobic and Proud shippers shipped Danny with either Sam or Valerie, both of whom got some nice canon interactions. It should be noted that Valerie is black and for some reason more people ship Danny with Sam, who is white but also Early 2000s Jewish, which is to say: you would never know she was Jewish unless you watched the holiday episode, so she’s at the very least white-passing. Read into that what you will.

So you’d think that the MLM-Fetishizing Yaoi Fans would have adored Danny and Tucker right? Wrong. Tucker is also black, therefore, no one really shipped him with anyone (sometimes Valerie, sometimes Dani, who is biologically about 12 but also a clone so she’s actually maybe about six months old). Nah, the yaoi fangirls just loved shipping Danny, a 14 year old, with the main villain, a man named Vlad who is literally old enough to be Danny’s dad. Vlad’s entire character arc revolves around him trying to kill Danny’s actual dad, marry his mom, and become his new dad.

Essentially, all the actually gay people in the fandom got pushed to the sidelines as any cries of homophobia from our supposed ‘allies’ were met with ‘you literally ship a 14 year old kid with a 40 year old man and we’re not listening to you.’  so excuse me for not liking incest shippers who do the same thing

This lasted for years. I think it finally died down around 2010, 2012 maybe? It went on for a while though.

And it all started because Hartman couldn’t keep his homophobic mouth shut.

Basically, as much as I complain about Hirsch and the GF fandom and the SU fandom, you couldn’t pay me to go back to the phandom during that nonsense.

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Take One: Scene One
[College Au! Taking an editing course with Christian]

As class came to an end your professor handed back your peer reviewed midterms. You honestly always thought peer reviewed was a fancy way of saying Your professor was too lazy to actually grade it themselves, but there were no complaints on your end. There was no way a classmate would fail you, they probably had the same anxiety.

Everyone was always lenient at peer reviews. Right?

“Alright Kids, remember to go over the discussion board, read the next chapter and start drafting ideas for the final” Professor Seo leaned on her desk, taking off her glasses. “Any questions?”

“Yeah, can I do a makeup midterm?” One of the kids in the back piped up.

She chuckled. “No make ups, but if anyone enters the film festival, that presentation will be used to replace their lowest grade, including a midterm. Next question?”

“Professor Seo, what is this?” you gasped turning over your paper.

“Is there a problem?” she raised a brow.

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Strip

(A/N): I honestly love protective steve so much

Request: Can you write a StevexReader story where the reader is at college and has to work as stripper to get the money for it because her parents won’t pay it? And Steve sees her as Tony tracks him there one day to make him lose his virginity. And some guy starts to be rude to her and Steve comes to protect her?

Warnings: none

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor


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   “You gotta get some experience Cap,” Tony mutters as he shakes his head, stuffing his hands in his pocket as they pass by the retro Strip Club, one that had ladies dating back to all sorts of times. You had your classic 80′s rocker, the 90′s grunge, the 70′s disco, the 60′s flower child, and Tony’s personaly favorite the 1940′s showgirl. “It’s completely authentic Cap, it’ll be reminiscent!” 

   “I don’t remember any strip clubs back in my day, “ Steve mutters as he nearly throws open the door, the old piece of wood smacking against the equally old brick. With an angry sigh he stuffed his hands into his pants pocket as he trudged into the club, his gaze raking over all the different girls. It was obviously a break of some sort for they had all congregated in the front room, not in their individual blast from the past showrooms. All the girls, some of them the drapper 30′s girls straight to the early 2000′s ones all sat around, either smoking or drinking, maybe chatting with one another. Every pair of eyes land on the two as they walk in and Steve can practically feel them undressing him on the spot. 

   “Hey girls!” Tony calls out boisterously, waving flirtatiously to some of the strippers. “We could a little problem here,” 

   “We’re on lunch break, sorry,” One of the girls gives him a small smile as she takes a drag from her cigar. If Steve guessed right she looked like she belonged to the 70′s era. 

   “Would uh- this convince you otherwise?” Tony waves a wad of cash in the air, watching as the girls followed his hand hungrily. 

   “Hm…” One of the girls rose from her seat, showcasing her rather voluptuous form. “I’m sure I could work on Mr. Tall and Blonde for ya,” She sways her hips as she walks towards the two, stopping just in front of Steve. “He’s pretty cute if I do say so myself,” 

   “Tony-” Steve begins, casting his friend a side glance when he stopped, his eyes catching onto one of the girls lingering in a corner, sitting by herself but still there. The dark of the room almost shadowed them but Steve would recognize that face anywhere. “(Y/N),” Steve sounds just the tiniest bit confused, his brows furrowed as he gazed into the corner. Tony perks up a bit too, his gaze travelling over the girls until they landed on the shadowy figure in the corner. 

   “Well I’ll be damned,” Tony chuckles, stuffing his money away as he made his way towards (Y/N)’s table. “Looks like we got yourselves quite the showgirl,” Tony clicks his tongue as he takes a seat right next to (Y/N), giving them a sort of twisted smile. “How perfect for our very own Captain America,” 

    “Leave me alone Tony,” (Y/N) mutters, folding her arms over her chest as she huffed just a bit. Even in the poor lighting Steve could see how exhausted (Y/N) looked, not even her copious amount of makeup could cover up just how tired she was. 

   “I’ve got money (Y/N) and if you’re working here you obviously need it-” 

   “Tony,’ Steve warns, his tone light for now. 

   “I just want to know why our precious little (Y/N) is out here, working that pert little ass off for money when she doesn’t need it,” (Y/N) bites her lip, blushing just the tiniest bit. “You’re so conservative at the tower, always covering up, damn- I didn’t even know you looked this good,” Tony licks his lips, allowing his gaze to travel up and down (Y/N)’s exposed body. 

   “Tony, that’s enough,” Steve growls, his patience running thin. “(Y/N) must have a good reason for working here, right?’ Steve looks to her, hoping his gaze was sympathetic. (Y/N) looks at Steve with almost shame filled eyes as she nods her head. 

   “I need the money for college, I can’t pay with a regular job but working here is sufficing,” 

   “You know,” Tony leans forward, getting way too close to (Y/N) to Steve’s liking. “If you gave me my own private little show I’m sure I could pay you those college loans for ya,” Tony’s lips brush against (Y/N)’s ear and the flinch, her face taking up an expression of both horror and distaste. 

   “Tony, stop-” (Y/N) whispers, attempting to push away from the man but he remained steadfast, quickly grabbing onto (Y/N) to keep her in place. That was all Steve needed to rip Tony away from (Y/N) and shove him against the wall, his elbow digging into his throat. 

   “When a woman tells you to stop you better fucking stop, got that?” Steve growls, pushing his elbow against Tony’s neck even more. The man coughs and chokes, clawing at Steve’s arm to let him go. Somewhere behind him the girls are all whispering about Steve and Tony and no doubt (Y/N) as well. “Do you understand Stark?” Tony nods weakly, clutching at Steve’s arm fruitlessly. With an angry grunt Steve let Tony fall to the floor, instead turning to (Y/N) to ask if she was okay. 

   “Are you okay?” Steve asks, his tone much lighter than it had been a few seconds ago. (Y/N) nods meekly, pursing her lips as she does. 

   “Wouldn’t be the first time something like that has happened to me,” (Y/N) smiles sadly and Steve can nearly feel his heart break. 

   “When do you get off work doll?” The nickname slides from his lips easily, almost unconsciously. (Y/N) smiles just a bit, rubbing at her arms in the chill of the club. 

   “A few minutes actually,” 

   “How bout you get dressed and I can take you out to that cafe you like so much?” (Y/N) smiles even more as she nods, her spirits slowly but surely rising. 

   “I’d love that,” (Y/N) brushes past Steve, stopping by his side to give his cheek one little peck, one that had Steve’s cheeks ablaze and his heart hammering. 

   “Thanks Stevie,” (Y/N) whispers, their lips brushing against his cheek with each word. “I think I owe you your own private show sometime,” Steve’s cheeks flush even more, and he swears his heart presses against his chest with how fast it’s beating. 

   “Let me take you on a few dates first,” Steve smiles sheepishly. (Y/N) only smiles, nodding their head as they do. 

   “Cafe is date number one, bookstore is the second one next week, that okay with you?” Steve nods, a little unbelieving chuckle falling from his lips. 

   “That’s perfectly fine with me,” 

What if since meeting your soulmate is the best thing to happen to you, they get teleported to the site of the worst thing that’s happened to you?

or: my take on this AU by @shitty-check-please-aus


Jack skates through the crowd of his teammates who are currently mobbing the small blonde freshman who brought pie of all things into his practice.  He’s kind of intending to ask the kid what the hell he thinks he’s doing feeding these guys before they have to go run drills, anyway.  Like seriously, does he want a rink full of projectile-vomiting jocks?  Cuz that’s an ugly scene that he does not want to explain to the ice crew.  But he’s the captain, and so when guys on his team act like morons, Jack is always the one who has to go apologize on behalf of the Samwell Men’s Hockey Team.

He’s more than ready to lay into the new guy, but when the crowd parts, and new guy looks up, he smiles this nervous little smile and says,

“Hi!  I’m Eric -” and then everything goes black.  


Coach Bittle got into the habit of always checking the janitor’s closet on his way out of the building every night.  After what happened to Junior, he ended up just sort of gravitating there.  The first time he’d had the urge to check inside, he’d ignored it and spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, imagining a tiny freshman, plopped on a bucket and crying their eyes out.  When the custodian showed up at 5, Coach was already waiting in his truck with a cup of coffee.  Now he just gives in.  Figures that as far as compulsive, guilty urges go, it’s not that bad.  Only takes him another minute out of his way, and now he goes home and sleeps like a baby.

Luckily, depite making it part of his nightly routine for the past few years, nobody’s actually been locked in there.  Well.  Locked in.  There were certainly a few encounters he interrupted.  Those times he was delayed more than a minute having to make uncomfortable phone calls to parents.  

The first and only time that Coach Bittle rescues someone from the janitor’s closet is actually not even during the school year, and he isn’t actually checking for anyone.  He’d just come in to do some paperwork for preseason and spilled coffee on his desk, and when he goes to get the actually absorbent paper towels from the closet, he finds a very large, very confused man in full hockey gear.

“AHHHH!” They both scream and jolt back, Coach stumbling and catching himself on the drinking foundtain, the large hockey man, being not so lucky and still wearing skates, sits in a mop bucket.  His only solace seems to be that it’s currently empty.

“What in the sam hell!?” Coach yells, regaining his footing.  Hockey man flinches and his eyes dart around like a cornered racoon.

“Where am I?” he chokes out.  “What’s - what’s going on?”  He looks up and meets Coach’s eyes.  Coach looks down at hockey man’s jersey.  Samwell Men’s Hockey.  And he is not a stupid man by any stretch of the imagination, so it takes only a few stunned seconds to realize that this must me Junior’s soulmate.  Why else would one of his teammates have been catapulted down to Georgia?

“You’re in Madison, Georgia, son.  Looks like you just met your soulmate.”

“My - but I - I was at practice?”  Hockey man looks up at him, and from way down there, looking so goddamn confused, he finally looks young enough to be playing with Dicky’s team.

“And now you’re here.  So what does that tell you?”  Coach raises an eyebrow.

“That…I…met my soulmate?”

“Sounds about right.  Also sounds like you probably need to be getting on your way back, don’t it?”

“Um, yes.  That would be.  I should.  Um.  Go.”

“Might want to start with taking off the skates first.”

“Oh, I.  Yes.”  Hockey man awkwardly lifts his legs one by one and scrunches up to untie his laces.  Coach helps him pull the skates off, and then offers a hand up out of the bucket.

“Thank you, sir.”

“No trouble.”

“Jack Zimmermann,” he introduces himself and holds his hand out to shake.  “Nice to meet you.”

“Eric Bittle Senior,” Coach tells him, trying not to feel a little pleased when the boy’s face goes pale in recognition.  “Come on, I’ll give you a ride back where y’all belong.”

“But I - That’s Massachusetts.”

“I know what I said.  Hussle, you’ve got another practice tomorrow mornin’ I bet.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then we oughtta hope traffic’s on our side.”


Meanwhile, Bob Zimmermann nearly cuts his ear off shaving when he hears a loud thump followed by a sqeuak behind him.  He turns to find a strange young man in a Samwell Men’s Hockey jersey sprawled across his bathroom floor, clutching a pecan pie to his chest.

“Chrisse!” He yells, razor clattering to the sink.  He manages to catch his towel before it falls, luckily, but his yelling seems to have startled the poor kid even more.  He’s shaking a little as he sets the pie down gently and sits up. The blades of his skates clink against the tile.

“I - Um - Oh dear, I am so sorry!  I don’t - I don’t know what happened!  I was at practice and then - I mean - I’ll just be going.”

“Non!”  Bob rushes to assure the boy it’s fine, but when he steps forward, it startles him all over again.  Clearing his throat, Bob steps back and switches to English.  “I mean, there’s no need to apologize.  I know why you’re here, I just - wasn’t expecting you at this particular moment.”

“You…were expecting me?”

“Well…not you exactly, but…the…concept? of you?  Jack’s soulmate.  We - His mother and I, we knew when he met them, they would show up here.”

“Oh…I…guess that makes sense?”

“I’m sorry we had to meet like this.  I feel terribly underdressed.”  The boy stares at him blankly until Bob cracks a smile.  Then, he breaks out into loud pleals of laughter.  His eyes are a warm brown and crinkle at the corners, his nose scrunches.  He looks like such a happy person.  Maybe happy enough that some of it will rub off on Jack.

Hockey boy stands up and shakes the hand that isn’t holding Bob’s towel up.  “Eric Bittle, pleasure to meet you.”

“Bob Zimmermann, nice to meet you too.”  Another good (although strange, very strange) sign: there isn’t a trace of recognition in the boy’s face at hearing the name “Bob Zimmermann”.  Of course Jack’s soulmate would be the only hockey player alive who had no clue who the fuck his father is.  

Eric hobbles out of the bathroom and sits against the wall in the hallway to take his skates off before making his way downstairs to the kitchen where Bob had said his wife Alicia was probably hanging out.  Sure enough, when he found the (gorgeous.  stunning.  drool-worthy.) kitchen, there was a  tall, blonde woman sitting cross-legged on one of the barstools, a cup of coffee in one hand and the other propping open a book.

“Hello,” he announces himself quietly.  She’s still startled, though not nearly as much as her husband had been.  When she turns and gets a look at him, she puts the coffee down and lets the pages of the book flop freely, unfolding herself from the seat.

“Hello.  You must be…”

“Eric.  Eric Bittle.”

“Right.  And -”

“Jack’s soulmate.  Yes ma’am, it would seem so.”  He smiles timidly, and is most definitely not expecting to be enveloped in a hug.

“It’s so nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, Mrs. Zimmermann.”

“Well,” Alicia steps back and puts her hands on her hips, regarding Eric with a motherly smile.  “Can I get you a cup of coffee while we wait for Bob?”


Jack and Coach switch drivers every state.  Coach insists that each time, they take a photo in front of the Welcome sign.  Jack snaps a few pictures on his phone when he’s in the passenger seat.  When it’s his turn to drive, he tries to educate Coach on the finer points of hockey and the top NCAA teams, and Coach in turn tries to explain how the hell football works.


The Zimmermanns put Eric on a plane back to Massachusetts that night with his hockey gear stuffed in a duffel and wearing the least obviously early 2000s clothes they could find in Jack’s old dresser.  

“We wish we could go with you,” Alicia tells him, seeming genuinely sad to be sending him off alone.

“But Jack probably wouldn’t appreciate…intruding.  He likes to keep his life at school seperate from his life back home, you know?”  

“Of course, don’t worry a bit.  It was so nice meeting y’all.”


When the airport shuttle leaves Eric in front of his dorm, he’s exhausted from the trip and starting to stress out about seeing Jack.  His soulmate.  Who he’d barely seen in the first place, only a quick impression of tall and eyes before he’d been wormholed to Montreal.  He thinks he has to be seeing things when he first catches sight of his father’s old blue truck pulled up against the curb.  

He shakes himself and starts for the building, but from behind him, Coach’s voice calls,

“Dicky!  Er- Eric!”  Eric’s head spins a little with how fast he turns around.  Because there’s no way.  His dad hadn’t been able to get away from preseason long enough to drive Eric up to school in the first place.  There’s no way he’s - But the there’s Jack, sliding out of the passenger seat.  Because Coach had driven him.  All the way from Georgia.  Because he’s Eric’s soulmate.  Coach is hand-delivering the love of Eric’s life and he just…cannot with this day anymore.

So he focuses on the one tiny part that he can wrap his travel-weary brain around.  He walks up to Jack, who’s watching him raptly, eyes darting everywhere like he’s trying to make sure he memorizes everything before he disappears again, and says,

“I don’t think we managed to introduce ourselves properly last time.”

Jack laughs.

Writer’s Block 4.1

So I’m taking a different approach to finishing this story. Instead of writing a monster chapter, it’s easier for me to do chunks of it at the moment. I’ll post every 2000 words here, and when it’s complete I’ll post it as one continuous chapter on the archives. Just seems easier for me. Hope you like this one! 4.2 isn’t far behind… Let me know what you think!


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What the fuck am I reading? I toss the book aside and try to forget about the alien species commingling with human women as they take over the world with their disappearing magic lube, never-ending sexual appetite and nanocytes that heal the bruises they leave behind from their love-making. If it can be called that.

None of that garbage is going to help me write the next scene. The scene. The one I have zero experience with. Every time I sit down to write it I get nervous and edgy. But I need something written down that at least Peeta can make changes to. He won’t be much help to me this week since he’s busy finishing up an art project that’s due at the same time. I told him not to worry, that I would wrap things up on this end so he could focus elsewhere.

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London’s Calling

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Chapter Eleven: Mamma Know’s Best

Word Count: 2000

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Topanga had left work early, excited to come home and share something with her daughter but all excitement fades when, unbeknown to Riley, Topanga overhears the end of the call with Lucas. The part about how she’s struggled with the move and of course the part where Riley asks him to stop calling.  Hearing Riley’s frustrated revelation about how she’s hated her new school broke Topanga’s heart. Especially since the reason she was so excited had something to do with that very fact.

Gently Topanga knocks on Riley’s door and asks permission to enter. Riley invites her in and Topanga finds Riley cross legged on her bed.

“What are the chances you didn’t hear any of that?” Riley asks sheepishly.

“Very slim,” Topanga gives her daughter a sympathetic smile.

Riley takes a deep breath and braces herself for more tears. Lately, she feels like all she does is cry. Still, she’s somewhat relieved to finally talk things through with her mother, even if it meant destroying the image of a perfect life she’s tried to create around herself. 

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Just Friends

Anon asked: Taeyong angst with the girl wanting him and him not being aware of it! Thank uuuuuu

You wish you could be more than just friends with Taeyong. But you knew that’s all you were ever going to be.

Can 300% guarantee this is not what you wanted but. here you go…? enjoy…?

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Interview: Eldervine

Today we’re joined by Eldervine. Eldervine is a phenomenal visual artist who enjoys experimenting with different mediums and styles. She is mostly a realistic illustrator, but occasionally dabbles in impressionism and surrealism. Eldervine does both traditional and digital art. She does sculpture/3D modelling and is currently studying game art/design. She’s a passionate artist and obviously has a very bright future. My thanks to her for taking the time to participate in this interview.

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Please, tell us about your art.

I’ve been drawing pretty much my entire life- I can’t remember when I started but (looking back) by the time I started school I was pretty well practiced for a 5/6 year old. Since then I’ve dabbled in almost every art form; painting (and then digital painting) was my staple for a long time but I’m pushing myself to sculpt more now.

In style I consider myself a realistic illustrator, even though I slide into impressionism and/or surrealism a bit.

What inspires you?

I’m an unashamed lover of beauty whether it’s found in pleasing shapes, rich colours or lush textures. Animals are the best source for me, particularly horses- they’re made of such beautiful shapes (loads of sine curves) and textures and I was totally that girl at school that always drew horses haha

My first degree ended up being in biological anthropology though (through a weird slide from the art school into the humanities, into the sciences), and that did get me interested in how humans work- that and working at my city art gallery made me more appreciative of human (and cultural) beauty. And it seems weird to me but playing The Sims 3 inspired an appreciation for architecture and landscape. The greatest artistic urge I get remains equine though, so I guess it’s true that old habits die hard.

What got you interested in your field?  Have you always wanted to be an artist?

Phew, it’s a bit of a twisty ride!

My obsession with horses lead me into playing a ton of the online text-based horse sim games that abounded during the 90s/2000s; they were good because they were targeted just at people that like horses, unlike the modern ones which also have a clear intended age bracket. Those games all eventually died so I found myself joining a forum that used The Sims 3 (in modded form) as a horse game, with picture shows and breed registries etc. hosted on the forum. That then led me into the world of computer game modding, and I found I really enjoyed retexturing things and became interested in learning how to 3D model.

So starting from last year I’m studying game design/game art, and I think it’s the best career idea I’ve had so far! I previously didn’t think I could make a living doing art, but games is a growing industry with heaps of demand for artists. I’ve also found that games is a field that allows me to apply the biggest selection of my broad interests and skills (I’ve found my anthropology surprisingly relevant too), and offers specialist and generalist opportunities in equal amounts so I’ll be able to try a lot of different jobs and/or specialize in whatever I end up liking the most.

Do you have any kind of special or unique signature, symbol, or feature you include in your work that you’d be willing to reveal?

I don’t know about a unique thing (apart from a signature obvs). I’m guilty of the ol’ scratchy sketching that my new teachers (all animators) hate and are trying to beat out of me haha, but I don’t like leaving much lineart in my coloured stuff anyway. I think I certainly have a style which is very different to what everyone else in my class does- mainly, I think, because my artistic influences come from fine art whereas most of them grew up on comics.

What advice would you give young aspiring artists?

Stop worrying about having a style, it will happen naturally over the course of your life and if you try and force it you’ll just end up limiting yourself as an artist.

Learn the fundamentals of colour, light and anatomy (yes, I mean realism) BEFORE you start stylizing. If you do it the other way around you’re locking yourself in to only being able to do that style, and often not as well. Anime/manga artists are prone to this; the good ones did heaps of life drawing before translating into the style, whereas you can tell the ones that started out in the style because they do some real janky stuff with anatomy and perspective, and it just doesn’t look as good even when considering style.

Also, be intelligent with your art; always ask yourself why you’re doing something or why something looks good to you. It helps you learn about yourself as well as your craft.

ASEXUALITY

Where on the spectrum do you identify?

I knew I was asexual when I was 12, and I’m now 100% again, but there were bumpy bits at 22 and 25 where I thought I could be demisexual (thinking back and being brutally honest with myself, the first boyfriend I wasn’t interested in at all and the second one I thought I had found someone who I could be happy with, but they didn’t seem to get what I said about my sexuality and so I just tried my best to be into him sexually too. Spoilers: didn’t last long with either of them).

As far as the romantic scale is concerned, I have no idea. I do overwhelmingly connect better with women than (heterosexual) men, but I honestly don’t know what exactly the difference is between a close friendship and a platonic romantic one. Because I seem to be missing something, my current guess is that I’m aromantic as well. xD

Have you encountered any kind of ace prejudice or ignorance in your field?  If so, how do you handle it?

I’ve only mentioned asexuality to a few friends so far in the games field, so I’m going to answer from all the fields I’ve dabbled in.

I am conventionally attractive, and my body developed early- my breasts were already fully developed and large at 12. Both things I have had people try to use as evidence that I cannot possibly be asexual, despite my pointing out that what feelings they get from my body are the results of their sexuality. (That and breasts are not actually sexual organs, they’re just sexualized in many cultures).

Apart from that, whenever I do mention it (which isn’t often) people tend to go “uh” and then gloss over it, clearly not understanding/not believing but not wanting to make more of a deal out of it. Which is fine by me actually, except I’m pretty sure my parents still have their fingers in their ears (some crossed) and are looking the other way as well. (I’ve definitely heard the “you just haven’t found the right person yet” line).

What’s the most common misconception about asexuality that you’ve encountered?

Apart from the binary fission joke (which every asexual gets I think) and the one where people get their sexuality mixed up with yours, that asexuality is due to trauma.

I did actually have panic attacks – with my first boyfriend, the first week after we became official I couldn’t eat anything or I’d throw it up. Doctor gave me meds to calm the acid in my stomach and then I was fine. With the second boyfriend I woke up one day in abdominal agony, shaking and sweating (making it rain, but not in a good way!) but as soon as he called the paramedic hotline and I was talking and joking to the lady on the line I was better- when doctors later examined me they found absolutely nothing wrong. I had another exactly a week after (and I still feel awful about this one) where we had finished making out for a bit and he went to start on lunch (or something, can’t remember) and he came back to ask me something, and as he sat down next to me/leaned over me I suddenly felt so ill, had to bolt to the bathroom- didn’t quite make it- and was ridiculously, violently sick everywhere.

It was at this point that my mother helped me set up 6 months of therapy with a well-reputed sex therapist. xD Who was actually really lovely, and I enjoyed those sessions with her! It was really nice to have talks about sex that weren’t charged with expectations, with someone who was relaxed and had actually studied sexual health, critiques of sex ed, etc. She didn’t believe though that anyone with any hint of sexual need was asexual (and I did say that I was fine to have sex with myself occasionally) so I didn’t really get the benefit of that discussion. She also thought that my aversion to men (as she saw it- honestly I think guys being the only issue was because no lesbians ever hit on me haha) was due to my developing early and being sexualized by others before my mind was caught up. That boys would pretend to be friends with me because I had the big boobs, she said, lead to me linking sexual desire with dishonesty and so I distrusted it. Now, I still think it’s a really interesting idea and I do wonder if my sexuality would’ve expressed any differently if a)I got boobs later and b)if the world/how we raise boys was different. It’s been a long while now though and I’ve continued thinking about it and reflecting on myself, and while I do think I am put off a lot by how the world at large treats sex and sexuality (and women), I think 13 year old boys being self-centered pricks triggering asexuality for the rest of my life is giving them rather a lot of credit!

What advice would you give to any asexual individuals out there who might be struggling with their orientation?

I used to get so stressed when I was a teenager because I was taking on everyone’s expectations about me and my future, and felt that a relationship and sex was just going to happen to me and I had no control over anything. Don’t stress- I can’t talk for everyone, everywhere in the world or in every situation, but at least in my case, the only thing that was keeping me from feeling secure and in control was me thinking that I wasn’t. Hopefully, this can serve as a reminder for someone else in a similar situation. You don’t have to do shit if you don’t want to. If you’re not in a similar situation, don’t be scared to go looking for help to get that control. It exists.

Having said that, don’t be scared to revisit what you think and try working yourself out all over again- you are what you are, and labels are tools that we can use to try and make more sense of ourselves, for us and for others, but remember that they are tools crafted from an imperfect world and they are clumsy.

Finally, where can people find out more about your work?

My Tumblr that I set up to share my game art/schoolwork is eldervine.tumblr.com (you can also find my Twitter through there, which I use to post arty stuff, game stuff, school stuff, news stuff and feminist rants haha)

If you’re interested in seeing the Sims 3 horse art I did when I was a part of Equus-Sims, you can have a look at eldervinefields.tumblr.com (it’s sadly not active anymore but all my stuff, including mods, is still there).

Thank you, Eldervine, for participating in this interview and this project. It’s very much appreciated.

Rekindled // Luke Hemmings AU

It me, back again with some shitty writing. This one was inspired by this post and was super fun to write. Always appreciate a good reblog/like and any feedback that you have! I’m also open to requests for AUs/prefs/blurbs/anything really, so feel free to send those my way if you have any! xoxo

Summary: You’re trapped in a conversation about the importance of clean eating at a bar and you pretend to know a random guy to get out of it. It just so happens that you knew that random guy in kindergarten and oh, wow, did he get hot…

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On The Door Step - part 5

Parings: Dean x Sister!Reader x Sam

Summary: In 2000, John Winchester opened the door to his current motel room and found a little girl at his feet, sleeping peacefully with a fuzzy white blanket tucking her in a wicker basket. Now, nearly 16 years later, (Y/N) has still yet to find herself in the world of the Winchesters.

prologue  part 1    part 2   part 3  part 4

Warnings: Cursing, season 10/11 spoilers

Words: 2086

A/N: Enjoy!


Sam and Dean take turns yelling, sharing their opinion on my leaving. They won’t stop long enough for me to answer their questions or to even defend myself. They keep throwing accusation after accusation and sprinkling insults in with their words. I shut my eyes, taking in a deep breath and wait until they’re finished.

Silence fills the room and I open my eyes to find myself laying on my back rather than standing at the bottom of the stairs of the entrance of the bunker. I sit up, rubbing my eyes and looking around to discover I’m in my bed and the bunker is dead silent.

I climb to my feet and head out the door, wondering the halls until I come to the war room where my eyes land on Castiel standing in the center of the library. It looks like the library was hit with a tornado, lamps thrown against the walls and the tables pushed against the entrance. All the books litter the floor and Castiel’s eyes land on me, his angel blade slipping out of his sleeve while he readies himself for battle, but his eyes are… sad?

“What did you do?” He asks and I tilt my head before my eyes fall to the wooden floor stained red. My eyes follow the trail leading to Sam and Dean’s corpses lying at Castiel’s feet. “What did you do?” he asks again and my eyes fall to my hands and clothes, smeared and splattered red, the strong scent of blood filling my nostrils.

“No,” I gasp, stepping forward.

“NO!” I jolt upright in the bed, clenching the covers and crying out in the darken room. “No, no no.” I rub my hands together, my body warm and covered in sweat. I jump out of the bed, running to the bathroom and begin to frantically wash my hands, muttering no under my breath. I hiccup, falling to the floor and continue to cry as I come to realize it was all a dream. My brothers are nowhere near me and I’m a lone in Circle, Montana in search of my mother and answers as to why I summoned those mirrors and healed myself.

I crawl back into the room from the bathroom, checking the digital alarm clock on the night stand and realize I slept longer than I had planned. So, I collect myself and shower, ridding my mind of the nightmare and the drying sweat on my skin. I dress in jeans and a flannel shirt and head out the door towards the motel office. Yesterday, the owner said I looked familiar, so he might be able to lead me closer to answers.

“Ah, (Y/N)!” George exclaims, smiling brightly and rocking on an old wooden rocking chair in front of the office door. “What are your plans for today?”

“I was hoping I could ask you a few questions?” I inquire, sticking my hands in my jean pockets, playing with my keys. He nods, patting the rocking chair next to him before pulling in a long drag from his cigarette.

“What do you need?”

“Well, did you work here back in 2000?” I start, crossing my legs and leaning on the arm rest closest to him. He nods and I ask my next question, “Did you hear about a lady leaving something on someone’s doorstep?”

“Yeah, I remember one of the maids talking about it. It was room 9, wasn’t it?” George thinks for a moment. “Rebecca was the one that told me, I think she’s turning down a room at the moment. You can go talk to her if you want. I don’t know much about it.” He gestures down the parking lot to the room with the door propped open and I smile and thank him before leaving him to finish his cigarette.

I reach the room, finding it partially open and I knock lightly. “Hello, Rebecca?”

“Yes?” a long black haired woman in her early 50s, answers, opening the door wider to see my face. “Can I help ya?”

“I need to ask you some questions, do you mind?”

“Not at all, whatcha need?” She steps out of the room, putting the dirty sheets on her cart before turning to me.

“Did you ever see a woman hanging around here that was suspicious, back in 2000..”

“No,” she shakes her head but thinks back for a moment. “There was a woman that wanted me to leave something on room nine’s door. She said it was a present.”

“What was it?”

“It was this handcrafted wicker basket, pretty heavy too. It also had this beautiful, soft, white blanket on top. I left it and inside were muffins, I thought it was that guest’s birthday or something. I dunno.”

“Inside were muffins?” I ask, wondering if maybe John wrote down the wrong place.

“Yeah, all kinds of muffins… they looked homemade,” Rebecca begins to explain more, “When I was walking away from it I could’ve sworn I heard crying.”

“What did the woman look like?”

“A lot like you actually, just darker and shorter hair and darker eyes. She wasn’t a local but she hung around for a few weeks like she was looking for someone. I saw her a couple of times at Corner Bar.” Rebecca points down the road, before turning back to her maid cart and searching for something. “How come you’re asking this?”

“It’s… personal.” I answer simply. I then thank Rebecca and head back to my room to get my helmet and wallet. I set out towards the bar, and when I arrive at the run down building, it’s pretty much empty other than a few people drinking their pain away and the bartender reading something behind the bar.

“Aren’t ya a little young to be in here?” The bartender looks up, glancing over my body before sighing. “We check IDs.”

“I’m not here to drink.” I take a seat at the bar, glancing around and find a few security cameras hanging up on the ceiling. “When did you have the security cameras installed?”

“Why are you asking?” The bartender, Jerry according to his name tag, answers with a little skepticism tone.

“It’s for a school paper. See, I’m traveling to locally owned business in the area in order to determine how popular security systems are in certain areas. It’s for my Criminology class.” I explain, picking a few peanuts out of the tiny bowl sitting on the counter.

“They were installed back in 2000.” How convenient.

“How about how long do you keep tapes?”

“The oldest we have is from 2000, it was because after they were installed, there was a robbery. We have to keep the tape in case the cops want to open the case again.” Very convenient.

“Can I see it?” I lean forward on the bar, placing my chin on my hands and batting my eyes at the bartender. He smirks at me, closing his text book and waving me to come back behind the bar.

“It’s bad footage, but you can still see the guy’s face pretty well.” I hop off the bar stool and step behind the bar where he shows me the monitor and puts in a tape and presses play. The screen flicks on and shows the busy bar, and my eyes scan the screen for anyone that could possibly be my mom. However, as the tape plays, my eyes fall on the face of the man who raised me and my brothers, and following after him is a ten year younger version of Dean. Dad and Dean head to the bartender, talk for a while and then head out and I watch as the dark haired woman, who was sitting in the chair closest to the door, follows after them.

“Why are you rewinding? It hasn’t happened yet?” Jerry says behind me and I shush him, watching as the dark haired woman’s posture straightens when Dad enters the bar and her focus on him never wavers. I rewind again, pulling out my phone and taking a picture of the woman and I look closely. Her and I have the same eye and nose shape.

“Thanks,” I smile at Jerry, slipping out of the bar and heading back to the motel. I find Rebecca exiting one of the rooms, locking it and pushing her cart to the next. “Is this her? The woman that asked you to drop off the basket?” I frantically wave my phone in her face.

“Yeah, that’s her.” A small smile spreads across her lips. “She was very sweet. She told me her name, but I can’t quite… We hung out at Corner Bar one night, but- Hazel! Hazel (Y/L/N)! I remember because she smelled like hazelnuts.” Rebecca smiles brightly. “We talked almost all night that night, she went back to her room kind of sad, it was the first night she was here. She had a daughter too, cutest child I ever did see.”

I nod, watching this woman speak about her. “Do you know where she went, after she had you drop off the muffins?”

“Umm… she might’ve gone back home.”

“Do you know where she lived?”

“She had kind of a thick southern accent… So maybe Tennessee?” She guesses, shrugging her shoulders. “How come you’re looking for her? Do you know her?” I sigh, looking down at my phone, staring at the dark haired woman.

“Do you know if she hung around anyone else while she was in town?” Rebecca shakes her head and I thank her once again before slowly making my way back to my room. I sigh, tossing my helmet onto the bed before running a hand through my hair.

I move to my backpack, pulling out my laptop and switching it on. This might be the end of the trail, but I could google her name, see if she was ever in the news. Maybe I could call Sam and ask him to check police records and find out where she is?

“Wild Animal Attack Takes Young Woman’s Life”

I swallow thickly as I click on the article. It’s from a local newspaper in Oklahoma and there’s a picture of the woman who was attacked, and she’s definitely the same woman from the security camera. The article talks about how Hazel (Y/L/N) was found dismembered in her home a few weeks after she left me on the Winchester’s doorstep. Police claim it was an animal attack, but the person who wrote the article, Kasdeya Malum, seems to think that it wasn’t an animal.

I write down the address of the grave site, looking up directions and making sure I memorize where I need to stop for a break. I count out the cash in my pocket, coming to find I still have the four hundred from the guy I hustled last night, plus the two hundred I already had. I will be covered for a while.

As I’m heading out of the motel room, my phone buzzes in my pocket. It’s Dean.

“What do you want?”

“Come home, (Y/N),” Dean sighs on the other end. “Do you have any idea what kind of things are out there?”

“I told you, I have Dad’s journal.”

“But his journal doesn’t have anything about the darkness, Amara. The thing that was released when the mark was removed.”

“Look, I’m not coming home till I know what’s wrong with me.” Fuck. “I mean-”

“What’s wrong with you? (Y/N) are you sick?” Dean’s voice shifts from soft to a slightly higher tone.

“I- it’s… nothing that’s medical… there’s… something that’s not right and I need to figure it out.” I sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

“What’s wrong?” Sam questions, and now I can hear both of them shooting questions at me. Dean must’ve put it on speaker. After a moment of them rambling, I groan.

“I’m going to hang up now. I don’t need you two tracking me. I have to do this on my own.”

“We already know you’re in Montana… (Y/N), we can help.”

“No, you have your own problems. I have to do this myself.” I angrily tap the red button on the screen before tucking it in my back pocket. I drop my motel key off at the office, thanking them for the room and saying my goodbyes before heading out to the parking lot and climbing on my bike. I start towards South, heading for my mother’s burial site.


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All-Access (M)

Originally posted by ksjknj

Summary: You’re at Kcon standing a few rows back from the stage enjoying the show.  You were most excited for BTS, but Monsta X had stolen your attention too.  Especially the blonde muscular one.  But the one you were really here for was Kim Namjoon, Rap Monster, God of Destruction and you were gonna let him destroy you if given the chance.

Word Count: 2000+

Tags:  SMUT!  Nothing else to be said, SMUTTY SMUT SMUT!!!

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Sex, Lies, Videotape (The Intro)

Hey Derhsa Fam!!!!! I’m back with another fanfic series after “The Romans”. I never thought I’d decide to do another series but when I got these ideas in my head I just had to. This is Sex, Lies, Videotape and I hope you guys enjoy this one as well. P.S. the drama builds up fast and everything described in the footage will be a actual scene at some point in the series. Please don’t forget to give me your thoughts, comment, like and reblog. May we all continue strong in our hiatus. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters as they belong to James LaRosa 

A year and a half ago Mr. and Mrs. Roman made one of the biggest decisions they could make to have a fresh start in their marriage. Ahsha and Derek decided to bet it all and move to a new city; Miami Florida. With all the drama going on in L.A they didn’t see much good happening there. Even though they were having much success in their careers they both knew that Devil’s arena was no place for anyone’s marriage. There was no mistaking that L.A. and the Devils would always be apart of who they were but it was just time to go. They both understood that the Devil’s ultimately brought them together but sometimes, that world had a very destructive affect on their relationship and they didn’t want that for their marriage. Soon after the wedding Ahsha and Derek packed all of their things and board a private flight to their new city hand and hand. Derek never sold their home in L.A. knowing that from time to time they would go back to visit family. But from that moment on they would take Miami by storm. Derek and Ahsha had to move quick because the new season was soon approaching and they both had a lot to do to jump into a new world. When they arrived in Miami, Derek’s agent had already found them the perfect place to live and they immediately bought a 2000 spare feet two story luxury penthouse condo right in the heart of the city. The residence was called “The Kingdom”. It was a six story building with only three tenants each home having two floors with a four car garages for each tenant.The Kingdom was known for being highly expensive because of its great view over the entire city of Miami, and its high security. It was definitely a place were the wealthy lived if they wanted to enjoy the city and being that they were just married the couple wanted to start embarking on a journey together that would create new memories. When the Romans arrived it was just perfect. It had all the bells and whistles. Still big enough like living in a house but not all of the extra upkeep like living in one. Ahsha and Derek was loving the city life but once they lived it for a while they both missed living in a home away from all the busy distraction so they figured when the season was over they would go house shopping this summer. Once Derek and Ahsha arrived the entire city gave them a warm welcome. They got a tour of the arena and was personally introduced to the owners of the team and their teammates. Thing moved fast and both Derek and Ahsha jumped in head first. Now a year down the line they were both in their married routine of life…………………………………..

The basketball team started practice early so Derek headed off to the arena first. Their practice usually ended the same time the dancers did so Ahsha
and Derek usually went home together. But today would be different. Ahsha got dressed for practice and headed to the arena as she was ready to see how the girls had improved on the new choreography. She placed her member’s key badge on the key pad and entered into the arena ready for another exciting week of practice with her new family; the Miami Blaze girls.
Ahsha and the girls were in the studio practicing for the game on Thursday night and they were killing the choreography. Of course when Ahsha first arrived in Miami a lot of the girls had their reservations about her coming right in and taking over. Especially for the ones who thought they would have first grabs at being the new caption and director when they found out the old one was leaving, but once they got to know Ahsha they couldn’t help but love her immediately. Ahsha was super talented, great with fresh choreography and
also a team player. The girls liked that she was such a energetic spirit with a little sass. What the girls didn’t know is that being a Devil girl helped groom her for anything. She was still Carebear at heart but she could also be very stern when then girls weren’t performing at her standard thanks to Jelena but she was also really open with adding some sexy elements to the dance and making the girls feel comfortable which she took from Kyle. Ahsha was in a new city but L.A. was defiantly the starting grounds for her. Once the Blaze dancers saw the type of responses they were getting from the fans they knew that Ahsha Roman was a great fit. This team was on a new high and they were running with it. Along with the basketball team having much success for the season the dancers always danced like they knew they were taking home the win.
Derek had just finished his shower and got dress after a hyped practice. He was heading out to leave the locker room when his team mate Drew caught up with him. Derek and Drew were old friends in the league before he played for Miami. Drew was a well rounded guy. He was married for four years and had a two year old daughter. He had played with the team in Miami for five years.
“Yo whatup D you heading out?” Drew dapped Derek up
“Yea man I’m about to head out. Today was crazy”. Derek exhaled deeply.
“Yea you know we’re about to get in they asses come Thursday night”
“Oh most definitely!“Derek and Drew bantered.
“Aye man since you heading out lets go play some pool or something before you head in”. Drew suggested.
“Nah man Ima have to catch you later on that I’m headed home. Ahsha has already been on me about us both being too busy to spend time together. I gotta go do the husband thing”. Derek said.
“Damn and here I am tryna get away from my wife” Drew joked. Derek chuckled.
“Alright man I’ll catch you later Ima go holla at Ahs real quick before I head out.” Derek stated
“Nah man Ima go with you to make sure you don’t distract these dancers for too long. I mean they’re use to us but you’re still seen as fresh meat.” Drew added lying about his reasoning for going and Derek saw right through it.
“Man if you don’t stop tryna come look at these women practice. Bye "married man”, Ima call your wife”. Derek playfully bowed Drew in the chest
“What D they might get stuck in a split or something and may need me to help them up. Plus I’m married not blind”. Drew joked.
The two men approached the dance studio and Ahsha was standing in front of all the girls as she watched them and made notes in her head. Derek and Drew waited until the number was over before interrupting. As the dancers hit their last mark Derek made his presence aware.
“Well hello ladies.” Derek walked into the room with his tall sexy stature. Ahsha looked at him and playfully rolled her eyes as she thought about her young days as a Devil girl when Derek would walk into the studio with Terrence to come and hit on her. At the sound of Derek’s voice all the women in the room stopped, but it didn’t bother Ahsha one bit. She knew how women fawned over her man. Drew waved to Ahsha and walked further into the studio to harass the dancers.
“Okay ladies take a quick five” Ahsha announced as she walked towards Derek with her hands on her hips. “I see you’re still interrupting my practices after all this time.” Ahsha said folding her arms with a slight smile on her face. “You are never were you’re supposed to be”.
“Well Mrs. Roman not much has changed. Wherever you are that’s were I wanna be” Derek smirked.
“Here I am” Ahsha retorted as she wrapped her arms around Derek’s neck standing on her toes to give him a kiss. Derek placed his strong hands around her waist and their lips met in a soft sweet peck that was too quick in each of their books but they would just have to wait until they got home for any extra love.
“Is practice over for you guys?” Ahsha asked parting from her husband.
Yea that’s why I was stopping by to tell you that I’m headed home.”
“Without me? How are you leaving your wife?” Ahsha playfully scoffed pleading with her doe eyes.
“Yes without you! I would be leaving with my wife if she wasn’t such a perfectionist. Derek raised his brow."How long are you staying?” He asked in all seriousness knowing Ahsha could practice forever.
“We’re gonna go one more hour so not long. Babe I promise I’ll be home no later then six” Ahsha pleaded. Derek pulled Ahsha into his arms for a hug goodbye.
“Alright Mrs. Roman, I’ll see you when you get home.” Ahsha tilted her head back slightly to steal another kiss from her man before they parted.
“Okay! And I’ll stop and get that Mediterranean food you like on the way home. Deal?" Ahsha added
"Alright I love you. Practice hard”. Derek smiles and lightly smacked her on the butt.
“I love you too” Ahsha said before she went back into the studio. Derek and Drew then left and practice with the girls continued.
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After an hour more of a great practice Ahsha took a shower in the locker room. She washed practice off of her body and couldn’t wait to get home to her loving husband. Even though she and Derek had a few recent marriage spats over them making sure quality time in their relationship was high priority, she could tell Derek was listening to her and he was making all the extra efforts to make his wife feel special. Ahsha understood that their relationship before marriage was sometimes tough so she knew that they would have to put just as much work into their marriage as well. Ahsha got dressed and grabbed all of her bags to head home. Before reaching home, Ahsha made sure to stop by an Mediterainan grill returant that she and Derek frequent to pick up dinner. The time was now five thirty and Ahsha was staying true to her word that
she would be home by six. Ahsha finally made it home and she was ready for a relaxing continuation of her day. She unlocked the door to her home and as she walked in she was surprised at the many house guest greeting her. The first thing she saw was Derek sitting on the couch across from both of his and her lawyers and their agents standing behind the couches with unpleasant looks on their faces. Derek heard the front door open and he immediately rose to his feet and walked towards his wife.
“Ahsha…baby I’ve been trying to call you. I promise everything will be fine. I’m gonna fix everything”. Derek said rushing out in a strange tone and his eyes etched with worry. Ahsha’s brow furrowed.
“Yea sorry my phone must be in my bag on silent from practice? Fix what? What’s going on? And why is everyone here Derek?” Ahsha asked confused Derek immediately stopped. Now he had realized that Ahsha didn’t know what was happening. Not only was she about to be blindsided but he was going to be the one that had to tell her. Ahsha looked around the room and she saw that everyone knew something terrible she didn’t know.
“Ahsha Im sorry I”…. Derek held out his hands walking towards her
“Derek?” Ahsha said stepping back in confusion as her heart began to beat out of her chest. Derek was apologizing but she knew well enough not to accuse him of anything because she trusted her husband so it couldn’t be the obvious.“Derek, you’re scaring me…….. What happened?” Ahsha looked into his eyes. Derek was always so calm and always kept his composure so the fact that he looked worried about something terrified Ahsha of this unknown.
“Ahsha someone broke into our home.” Derek said giving Ahsha information little by little. Ahsha eyes widened and she clasped her mouth.
“Oh my gosh! Today? When you came home? Are you okay?” She rushed to him then looked around for any damage.
“Ahsha I’m fine and no it wasn’t today”. Derek continued. “Babe someone broke into our home while we weren’t here.”
“Derek as long as we’re fine material things can be replaced”. Ahsha looked at her husband.
“That’s the thing Ahs they didn’t take anything, but….”.
“But what?” Ahsha interrupted.
Ahsha they left something behind. That something being multiple hidden cameras. Whoever broke into our home has been watching us. Our every move and recording us”. Ahsha looked towards the living and saw what looked to be about five cameras scattered on the table the with ripped cords
“WHAT?! Ahsha said as she was trying to process what Derek just said. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN RECORDING US?” Ahsha said in a frantic voice now catching up to everyone’s urgency.
“Babe listen, whoever this is that broke into our home has leaked footage of us on the internet”. Ahsha’s heart now began to beat faster and she couldn’t control her tone.
“FOOTAGE OF WHAT DEREK?” She said hysterical.
“Ahsha calm down” Derek tried to touch her reasoning with her. Ahsha swiped his hand away.
“DEREK! What footage do they have?” Ahsha said her mood being taken over by many emotions. Derek hesitated then he finally realized that she needed the full truth.
“Baby they have footage of……. Everything”. When those words left Derek’s mouth Ahsha immediately felt sick.
“Everything?” Ahsha’s voice cracked looking into Derek’s eyes for confirmation.
“Yes” Derek said in a defeated tone.
“Oh my god” She said placing her hand over her chest. Ahsha walked over to the bar stool that sat infront of the island over their kitchen. The rooms was very still. Ahsha ran her hands throuh her hair to process her thoughts. Inside she wanted to hold on to the little ounce of hope that the situation wasnt that bad. She wanted to believe that they left their hardships in LA but her
gut was telling her that her lawyer wouldn’t be present right now if this wasn’t the worst case scenario. She sprang from the chair as she needed to see the footage with her own eyes. She rushed to go get her purse and Derek grabbed it before she could.
“Ahsha wait” Derek protested
“Derek show me the video” Ahsha said frustrated.
“Ahsha I don’t think you should see this right now” Derek barked trying to protect her.
“NO DEREK I WANNA SEE IT!!!!” Ahsha screamed as her voice cracked revealing the pain she felt inside. Derek was always very honest with her so the fact that he was trying to prevent her from seeing told her how bad it was. "SHOW ME RIGHT NOW”. She said desperately as a single tear fell from her eyes. In this moment Derek realized he could no longer protect her from the situation she was about to face and that hurt him more then anything. Even though they were going through this situation together he knew it would affect Ahsha in the worst way but she needed to know. Derek grabbed his iPad to reveal the truth to Ahsha. As she looked down onto the iPad Derek searched a popular social media profile called PalmTreeSHADE where it always uploaded all the latest gossip about celebrities. The first thing Ahsha saw was a headline that read “Racy Leaked Footage of Derek and Ahsha Roman has broken the internet. Is There A Sex Tape Press Play for Preview”. Derek opened the
video and what Ahsha saw next took her breath away. The first scene to pop up was of Ahsha sitting on the couch with her laptop answering emails wearing her grey and neon green legging with her matching spots bra. She had on her matching jacket and left it unzipped. Ahsha could tell that this was from mouths ago when she and Derek were still settling into their lives in Miami. Derek placed his key on the kitchen counter as he entered the couples home.
“Ahsha!” Derek yelled letting her know he was home. Derek appears in the frame with his athletic wear on as he just came back in from his afternoon jog.
“There’s my fine ass wife.” Derek cooed.
“Hey babe you just get back from your jog?” Derek picks her up from the couch and she wraps her legs around his waist and he place his hand comfortably under her butt.
“Yea the weather feels good out there”. Ahsha place a kiss on his lips.
“Eww babe I love you but you stink” Ahsha said feeling his skin still sticky from sweat. Derek through Ahsha over his shoulder cave man style.
“Well come on Mrs. Roman lets go get me cleaned up” Ahsha slapped her ass “And while you clean me up you can do that little thing I like”. Ahsha let out her raspy laugh and they are seen going upstairs. The footage fades into the next scene were Ahsha was in the kitchen making a meal before Derek arrives home from an away game. She was cooking her steamed zucchini on the stove and she had just finish sauteing her steak as she placed her phone on speaker to speak to her best friend Kyle who she missed terribly. They were doing some well needed catching up so
they had beem talking for hours,but the footage diplayed a very interesting part of their conversation.
“Kyle, Derek and I had our first taste of harmless trouble this weekend” Ahsha said giggled.
“Look at my Carebear taking Miami like a pro, Spill it. And you know I want all the details so don’t cheat me.”
“Well you know how it is when you’re still in the honeymoon phase. Derek and I were off for the weekend and we decided to go out for dinner. In which we got a little drunk and….
“AND!!! Kyles said excited.
"After dinner the night definatly got wild. When we got home we both were feeling our drinks and lets just say we used our entire house to release some drunk passion. But get this, you know we only have two other residence to live in the building. Two Italian brothers live on the first floor, an wealthy elderly lady on the second floor and we live in the penthouse. Each condo has two stories. Kyle we actually got a knock on the door from the police”.
"WHAT?! The police? For what?” Kyle asked shocked.
“The officer said he got a disturbing call from a tenant that was afraid because they thought someone was being abused in a fight upstairs.”
Kyle burst into loud laughter on the phone. “Oh My Gosh, Ahsha I am dying. How the hell did the old bag hear the two of you? Kyle was all over the place. “That a girl. You better be giving it to D-Ro” both of the women fell out in laughter.
“Kyle you should have seen the look on the mans face when he realized what was really happening. Then he had the nerve to say "Alright you two enjoy your evening”.
“Well did you?” Kyle questioned already knowing the answer
“Hell yes!! I can barley wear shorts to practice. I’ve been putting makeup over Derek’s love bites all week and I’ll be the first to say that their in some really provocative places.” Ahsha admitted. She heard the front door opening and she told Kyle she would call her back and the scene jumped into the next scene. Derek walked into in the couples bedroom from the bathroom with his towel around his waist as he sat on the bed to briefly speak with his agent on speaker.
Hey Derek great news, you are now the face of Men’s Sportwear Illustrated. They just teamed up with Nike and they want you D”
Damn man are you kidding me. I thought they were trying to go with Deon Lee for the next two years”.
Oh they were but they dropped that son of a bitch when they heard you were interested.They’re not gonna drop the news until early summer so we have to keep it tight but we’ve already closed the deal so its official. They’re even thinking about adding a sexy little workout shoot with you and Ahsha in the article”. Derek finishes
his conversation.The screen faded into the next scene and the footage went on. Ahsha had just come home from shopping on her off day to fine her husband but to her surprise Derek isn’t home. At first Ahsha doesn’t make a big deal about it and she took her bags into the bedroom. She is seen leaving the cameras eye view to go take a shower. She returns and she is seen in her new lingerie that she bought earlier. She would wear it under her dress tonight in hopes of she and Derek having a wonderful night that would end
explosive. She began to get ready for a night out. As she sits in front of her vanity to do her makeup she placed her phone on the counter putting it on speaker to calls Derek to see if he’s close.
“Hey Derek, where are you?”. Ahsha asked looking at her clock.
“Hey Ahs I went to meet with my agent to finalize a couple of deals then I met Shamar and Keith at the bar. We’re just having a couple of beers so I shouldn't be late coming in”.
“At the bar? Really? Are you joking right now?” Ahsha said pissed and Derek definitely didn’t miss it.
“No I’m not joking”. Derek said in a nonchalant tone. Did I miss something?”
“Derek tonight we were suppose to go to dinner and Angela invited us over afterwards”. Angela was one of the Blaze girls who was married. Derek had totally let dinner slip his mind.
"Ohh shit that was tonight? Damn it slipped my mind Ahs. I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you” Derek immediately stood up getting his wallet ready to leave.
“No no its fine I’ll just tell Angela something came up. We can do something another time.”. Ahsha said as she put her makeup brush down. She couldn’t believe Derek forgot. He was usually really good with these things and Ahsha wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt but lately Ahsha felt like he was being careless.
“Are you sure I can still make it home Ahsha.” Derek asked.
“Yea I’m sure” Ahsha said in a breathy voice clearly hurt.The screen now showed a very heated argument between Derek and Ahsha. The two are now standing in front of each other in their bedroom pissed off and hurt by each others words.
“Derek its not about this "one time”. You’re never home! All you do is practice, work out, have the guys over, attend meetings, go out with your teammates. I dont care that you’re out having a good time with them, I want that for you. But EVERY OTHER WEEKEND. What the hell? You act like you dont even have time for me. You spend more
time giving your focus to other things and you leave just a little for me. IM YOUR WIFE!!! Ive never been the women to run you down and blow you up but if you tell me you’re going to be home at a certain time then you need to be here or if something changes you need to tell me”
Ahsha yelled.
“Ahsha all I wanted to do is have some beers with the guys and I called you and told you I was on my way home. Just because I’m a little late now I gotta check in with you. Fuck That!” Ahsha pushed passed Derek.
“I never said you have to check in with me all I asked was that you let me know things if they change. Is that to much to ask for. Derek that’s what husbands do.”
“Oh so since I didn’t call you I’m not a good husband now?I told you! I was on my way home. I got here a hour later I already told you why I was late. What do you want me to do?” Derek said in a condescending tone. “You know what I’m going to bed I’m not arguing about this shit with you”!
“Derek lower your voice and you have one more time to curse at me before this turns all the way left.” Who the hell do I look like. I’m not your damn airhead basketball wife and you know that!“ Ahsha said now getting really heated.
“And I cant be told what to fucking do. You know that” Derek spat back. As he sat on the side of the bed taking his shoes off. At this point Ahsha had enough. She didn’t know what had gotten into her husband but she wasn’t having it. They never argued like this but when they did it was the worst because both of them could be a little headstrong. They were both strong individuals and it was hard when they both were at odds. Ahsha pointed to the door.
“YOU KNOW WHAT, GET THE HELL OUT!! I’m tired of hearing your rude ass mouth. Goodbye!” Derek needed to get away from this argument and quick because he knew both he and Ahsha had said things to both piss each other off. Right now it was not getting through to either of them. She felt her way he felt his. Derek got up from the bed and walked towards the door to leave.
“FINE! I HOPE IT FEELS GOOD SLEEPING IN THAT BED ALONE TONIGHT. YOU ASKED FOR THIS SHIT! Derek slams the door hard enough to break it but it doesn’t. Ahsha flinches at the niose and is obviously hurt.
All of a sudden the arguing stopped on the video and Ahsha heart was beating fast. She was on the verge of tears knowing that the world was seeing a very intimate moment between her and Derek that didn’t show them in the best light. She wanted to look away so badly but she couldn’t, she was stuck. The screen went black and all of a sudden Ahsha’s nightmare only got worst. No more footage came in but you could here her and Derek still talking. This time in a more calm manner. Now they both were
apologizing in a desperate way. Ahsha notice that this exchange was only two old and a recent one.
"Derek all I want is you. Nothing else. I married you, not this! None of this matters without you Im sorry”. Ahsha said breathing hard in tears.
"No….. Im sorry Ahsha. I should have came to you in a better way. You are the most important thing in my life, and I never want you to feel neglected.” Derek said in between pleading and kissing Ahsha’s lips.
“I know Derek and I sorry if you thought I was trying to tell you what to do” Ahsha said kissing him back desperately. Their breathing getting heavier.
“Ummm tell me what to do right now” Derek said in a tone laced with sex and desire.
“Never leave me in our bed alone. I didn’t mean to push you away” Ahsha pleaded.
You can never push me away, I’m not going anywhere. Remember For better or worst Mrs. Roman I’m sorry I love you” The sound of a rip was loud and clear and Ahsha didn’t need to see what was happening to realize that it was her panties
“UGHHAAA I love you toooo” Ahsha said letting out a moan. Now finally the audio was playing different scenes and sounds as if the footage was skipping around to different parts.
Sounds of kissing echoed in the couples home and the sounds of bodies crashing against the bed were heard.
“Ughhhh baby I love it when you use your tongue. YESSSS THAT FEELS SO GOOD!!! came Ahsha’s erotic moan
"Tell me where you want it” Derek’s voice sounded.
“Ummmmm Everywhere Daddy” Ahsha purred.“ARGGGHHHH Derek!!!!!
Come Here Women” Derek demanded suductivley. Don’t run now!
“DEREK YOU’RE DICK IS SO DEEP BAYYBEEE” Ahsha pleaded moaning.
“You fuckin like it” Derek cooed
“YESSSS!!! Daddy I dooooo. I love it” Ahsha said as if she was out of breath. Scenes changed and the head bored was heard banging against the wall.
“Ugh Ugh Ugh” sounds of Ahsha’s moans fade in again. Then a sound of a loud slap against flesh was heard.
“Fuck Ahsha” Derek coxed in a deep voice that rumbled in his chest from pleasure.
“Derek you’re gonna make me cum”! Ahsha moaned in a desperate tone as the bed began to knock against the wall harder and faster. “Alright you two enjoy your evening” said the police officer. The last thing hear is Ahsha cry out in ecstasy and blood red words flashes before her eyes. “LOVE,….PASSION,….WAR. Sex in “The Kingdom” Featuring the Royal Couple. Coming Soon”.
Ahsha mood was shattered and she was shaking. She could here her heart beating in her ears. She looked around the room and everyone was carefully awaiting her reaction. Tears started to well in the corner of her eyes. Her breath hitched as her eyes finally made it back to Derek.
“Ahsha talk to me” Derek moved in closer to her.
“Um Excuse me everyone”! Ahsha said quickly as her voice cracked. Before she could catch it she let out a loud cry full of agony and she ran off upstairs towards their master bedroom. Derek’s whole world crumbled around the sounds of his wife’s hurting response. Inside he was furious at the thought that someone would violate their security. If its one thing he vowed his self on was protecting his wife and someone was trying to get in his way. Right now he and Ahsha needed a private moment as they had shared enough with the class. Derek was pissed.
“Alright Everybody leave!” Derek spoke in a harsh tone.
“But Derek we need to discuss this as a team”. We need to find this person”. Derek’s attorney said nervously.
“NOW”! Derek barked not paying attention to anything they were saying right now he needed to go pick up the peaces with the women he would die for. They needed to be alone right now as their privacy was already invaded enough. Everyone scattered getting there things as they saw the look on Derek’s face and he wouldn’t tell them again. Right before their lawyer got to the door Derek grabbed his arm.
"Give me and hour and I’ll see what I can do but if I don’t call you I don’t want any fucking body knocking on my door” Derek stated clearly before he let Jeff's arm go.
“Yes Derek I understand”. After everyone exit Derek hurried upstair to find the women that controled his heartbeat. As he got closer to the bedroom he could here Ahsha heaving in their bathroom. She was frantic and couldnt control herself. As Derek waled into their master bathroom Ahsha had her hands placed on the counter with her head down crying. She couldnt bring herself to look into the mirror. Derek walked up behind her a strongly wrapped his arms around her waist. Her body tensed at his touch but she allowed her husband to embrace her. His grip was so strong. Ahsha turns around and wrapped her arms around his neck for dear life and cries into
his chest wetting his shirt. He holds her and right now this is the only place she feels safe but she is still devastated. She finally collapse into his arms and Derek brings them to the floor. Ahsha laid in his lap and sob.
“Ahsha….I am so sorry” Derek says in a breathy tone as you can barley here is voice. He was fighting back tears himself for his wife but he knew that in this moment he had to still fight to protect her.
“Derek how……how did this happen? I don’t understand”. Ahsha says through her tears.
Ahsha I don’t know, but I promise you that I wont rest until I find out who it is and I hope you’re nowhere around because I might kill this guy”. Derek admitted to his true anger.
Derek this could ruin us. Our careers, our reputations, everything we’ve worked for. I can only imagine what my mom and dad are thinking right now.” Ahsha cried “I just…..cant believe this”. Derek grabbed his wife and sat her up. He needed to talk her off the edge and this wasn’t about talking smooth or being charming this would be honest. Derek understood why Ahsha was so shaken up though. In reality a man could get away with anything. The media would just glorify Derek for being successful, the alpha male in his home and women would through their panties at him left and right because it was confirmed by Ahsha’s screams that he was sexing his wife
properly putting their curiosity to bed and other men would just applaud him. But on the other hand they would see Ahsha as the nagging wife, who fights with her husband over nothing, the controlling one. Most women would probably accuse her of being a whore even though she is only heard making love to her husband and the media would make a mockery of their marriage thinking that Ahsha allows other partners in their bed or whatever else they wanted to make up, creating lies that Derek is aggressive and she is weak. They would turn their marriage into some sexed crazed affair knowing that they’ve had the police to show up to their home because of wild
sex. Even though their relationship was so much more then solid then that and their love was stronger then sex could ever be the truth is the media wouldnt pay attention to the truth.
“Ahsha look at me. Look me right in my eyes baby. You think I would ever let that happen. Baby nothing can ruin us. We have made it through so many things this wont stop us. Im sure the media is having a field day with us right now but you’re forgetting one thing. Baby I got you and I got us. Im not saying this wont be hard but if its one thing I know is that we’re fighters and as long as we’re fighting together nothing can beat us.
"I really thought Miami would be different Derek.”
“I did too Ahsha but now that we’re in this we gotta face it. I know that you probably wanna run and hide right now, and apart of me wants to shelter you but baby we cant. Everything on that footage was a hundred percent us and we have to live in it. We’re sucessful, we’re happy, sometimes we fight like cats and dogs, we make love and on occasion or two we fuck like animals. Derek chuckled earning a soft laugh from his wife as well. “But the biggest truth about that video is that we love each other. Babe I know that something that precious shouldnt be shared with the world because people can make it into something ugly. Derek wiped away Ahsha’s tear away from her face. "But that’ll never change
that what we have is something special.”
Derek pulled Ahsha into him even further. Ahsha looked into Derek’s warm eyes and for the first time she felt calm because he was right. Ahsha gave Derek a weak smile because she could always count on him in he toughest times. Derek wasnt lying one bit and everything he was saying made complete since.
“You always know what to say” Ahsha said sniffling. “I know Ill feel better once I talk to my mom but I just cant face anyone right now.” Ahsha took a deep breath.
“Ahsha it’ll be fine” Derek said confidently. “No matter what your parents love you but most of all they know you. Trust me when I say they probably know something isn’t right”.
“Well Derek what’s our next step?” Ahsha looked to her husband for clarity. Derek kissed her on the side of her temple.
“We pickup the pieces together, talk with our lawyer and the detectives and find this son of a bitch” Derek stated.
“Derek promise me through this whole thing we’ll make sure that we’re okay and that our marriage is protected.”
“ I promise”. Derek declared confidently.
……………………..

After and hour of Derek helping Ahsha pull herself together everyone arrives back to their home. Ahsha and Derek took a seat on their couch very close together. Ahsha still visibly shaken curled herself into a ball and lays her head on Derek’s chest as he place a protecting arm around her. Before everyone entered Derek instructed that he and Ahsha speak with their lawyer first. As followed the first person to enter their home was their lawyer Jeffery Stokes. Jeff sat on the couch opposite of the couple.
“Hey Jeff” Derek said nodding his head towards their lawyer.
“Hey D, I know this inst easy and its about to get a lot tougher. The detectives we have here to help with your case are outside. Now being that the situation is sticky they’re gonna have to ask you guys some tough questions”.
"What kind of question Jeff?” Derek asked in a gaurded tone
Derek they can ask the two of you anything, I just want you to be ready and prepared. Although its for the better to get more information of building the case I’ll be here the entire interview and I’ll let you know whatever you dont want to answer you dont have to. I’ll also advise you both on what not to answer period. I just need to know that you both are ready for this”. Finished Jeff.
“You ready Mrs. Roman?“ Derek inquired rubbing the side of her shoulder. Ahsha instantly thought about those same words Derek asked her when they boarded the plane to Miami but this time she wasn’t so sure.
"Yeah” Ahsha responded looking upward trying not to cry again.
“Okay, we’re ready” confirmed Derek. Now the real questioning would begin.

OKAY DERHSA FAM YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF THE INTRODUCTION. I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!!!! SORRY FOR ANY ERROR OR MISSPELLING...

superpuppywoman  asked:

Hey! A question, if you don't mind.. What exactly does the whole alpha/omega/beta thing entail? I'm very confused lol, I've read a couple of fics with it but I just don't have an understanding of the concept :/

AIGHT *cracks knuckles* friend, you came to the right place. i love explaining ABO to people! i’m going to try to keep this on a need-to-know basis, but the biggest thing is that people do sooo many variations on this trope that this is a rough approximation at best.

at its basis, ABO (alpha/beta/omega) is a trope that came out of the supernatural fandom in the early 2000s (or so?) that essentially gives people certain types animalistic qualities, and this creates the context for a biologically-obligated D/s type situation. WAIT before you go about getting turned off by the animalistic qualities thing, let me explain. First: there are three genders in ABO society, and typically these can all be both male and female; you can think of these as sort of secondary genders (with vocab words bolded cause literally what am i doing with my life @ this point):

Alphas

  • the DOMS BOIII
  • are physically bigger, stronger, and more aggressive than the other genders
  • have a rut, or a period during which they’re rlly rlly horny 
    • usually just a few days, sometimes up to a week
    • sometimes fuck or die, or otherwise just v uncomfy to endure without an omega
    • the frequency of ruts depends fic to fic, usually once every few months
  • have a highly developed sense of smell (in some fics, enough to tell if an omega is pregnant, or in distress) and also produce their own alpha scent 
  • you’ve probably already heard about the thing that makes them really fucking weird, but here it is: alphas have knots
  • knotting is when (and there’s no elegant way to say this, christ) the base of an alpha’s dick swells up as they come inside an omega, thereby locking them together
    • typically the knot goes down (and they stop… coming) after some time– can be an hour or more, depending on the fic
    • size of knot varies individual to individual, fic to fic. plum to grapefruit. god help you if you got the grapefruit
  • temperamentally tend to be v aggressive and confident– they make good execs/CEOs/presidents and typically hold power in a lot of ABO societies
    • like omegas, they have a hindbrain and a forebrain, forebrain being essentially human rationale, and hindbrain dictating animalistic sexual drive. hindbrain becomes most active during rut
  • also like omegas, alphas usually present, or start displaying alpha characteristics (slang: “pop a knot”) when they go through puberty 
  • female alphas are sort of the grab-bag of the ABO universe; i’ve read them written with anything from a full on dick to a retractable dick to no dick at all and just alphalike behavior at large. some fics pull them off better than others. i still think they’re rad

Betas

  • pretty much us
  • the boring ones, usually VASTLY outnumbering the coexisting alpha and omega populations
  • one thing that does vary is their perception/treatment of the alphas and omegas– sometimes they’re completely oblivious, and sometimes they can smell omegas when they’re in heat, though it doesn’t affect them the way it does alphas
  • also often dictate the political/social standing of alphas and omegas; betas can treat these genders as anything from freaks to gods
    • a huuge subtrope in ABO is the repressed omega plotline, where either society is struggling to emerge from a traditionalist society in which omegas are seen as nothing more than property, or is still in the midst of this 

Omegas

  • sub sub sub sub
  • strangest of the bunch by far holy shit
  • have the ability to carry children, regardless of gender (that’s right: MPREG)
    • idk. mpreg is its own animal fam im not gonna get into that shit here
  • major key: self lubricating (yes, even the men, you know what this means)
    • their natural slick is involuntarily produced, and often has a highly potent scent that drives alphas nutzo
  • have a heat, the partner to an alpha’s rut; similar rules apply, but they need to be fucked, instead 
    • have an extremely strong in-heat scent during that drives alphas to want to mate with them ‘
    • heats leave omegas incapacitated, very feverish, and weak, requiring an alpha to “help” them through it
    • accordingly they aren’t always in their right mind during heat, and that’s when noncon type shit goes down 
    • heats usually end after frequent knotting, or pregnancy 
  • the nape of an omega’s neck is a v special and important place !!
    • if bitten here by an alpha, according to most fics, the alpha will create a claiming bite and form a bond with the omega. usually these bites are depicted as a wound or scar that never fully heals, showing their ownership of the omega in a permanent way
    • in some cases, i’ve seen a mental/metaphysical bond form via bite as well
    • if pinched, held, or bitten here, an omega will also completely boneless. think kittens, or puppies ((this s l a y s me when authors include this))
  • tend to usually be cast as superemotional, mentally vulnerable, and predisposed towards dependent behavior 
  • can take suppressants to prevent heats and pregnancy; often, prolonged use is dangerous and results in negative health affects 
    • another classic subtrope: the rebellious omega. usually a professional who wants to keep their job/achieve a position not afforded by their omega status so they hide their gender, and it comes back to bite them in the ass

wow ok so that way waay more than anyone wanted to know. yikes. can you tell i like this trope???? but yeah! if you have any more questions, let me know!

some fic recs for reference: star wars, star wars, spn, gradence 

poodle emoji reviews

apple:

one might say this is a pretty…. standard poodle!! (absolute silence) no, heh, get it, cos like…. (silence continues) there’s three sizes of poodle, right, and standard is one of them, and… (silence grows deafening) ahem. so he’s got the trademark gradient shading and soulless eyes of an apple emoji, but you know what? he’s not hurting anybody. 3/5 this muggle of a poodle is a-okay


google:

AMAZING! BEAUTIFUL! JUST SPLENDIFEROUS! a proud pink boy, with the absolute best nose in tonight’s lineup. i love how his eyes peer out inquisitively from underneath the forehead puff. however, somethin’s buggin me here. the face, which is not covered in poodle fluff, is white. shouldn’t the bare parts of the legs and tail be white too? 4.87/5 for slight artistic inconsistency


microsoft:

hmm. i’m not gonna lie, this poodle is imperfect. the thicc microsoft border is clearly in evidence, and the tail looks kinda like a mallet, and the ear is too small, and that ever-so-slight tuck between the tummy and the hind leg just isn’t workin for me. but look at that happy lil tongue! 2/5 i’m not gonna tell him he’s ugly, are you?


samsung:

oh my! this boy is shaped like a friend! there is such shyness in his expression, even in the tiny pink nose. i love how his poodle puffs look like little clouds. i will say that while the lowkey gradient-ish shading works for the puffs, it’s not quite so flattering on the rest of his body; but overall, a solid poodle. 4/5 keep it up buddy!


LG:

oh…,, oh dear, y- you poor little thing. is, is there any way i can help?? can i get you some nice juice maybe? 1/5 unfortunate


HTC:

is it just me, or do HTC emojis always look kinda like zoo pals plates? 1/5 blease… go back to the early 2000s commercial whence you came


facebook:

pink appears to be popular among poodle emojis, but who am i to decry it when it works so doggamn well? this boy is quite alright! the cel shading really accentuates the fluffiness of those spectacularly rosy poodle puffs, while also emphasizing the smoothness of the bare areas. the face and head/neck/chest puff could use some work, though… i ain’t quite diggin that shape. 3/5 pretty in pink


messenger:

this is it, folks! the most handsome poodle of the night! and he knows it. his face is radiant with the good-natured confidence of a guy who’s popular because he’s not just attractive and charismatic, but also kind. the shading is fantastic, and while i’m still partial to pink on poodles, the blue is a nice change of pace. 5/5 best in show


facebook:

not a bad minimalistic take on the classic poodle. i’m not a fan of how the face and legs are shaped, but the choice to hide his eyes under the forehead puff is interesting. it makes him look mysterious and gruff, like an anime character. 3/5 intriguing


mozilla:

this is just the facebook poodle with awkward-looking feet and a profoundly menacing ambience. there is also something very heterosexual about him. he looks like that possessive jerk from every romcom ever who keeps his frightened girlfriend from the man who’ll treat her right. 2/5 she doesn’t love you marty


emoji one:

AAAH!!! 1/5 stop starin at me with them big ole eyes


emojidex:

normally, the punchline of every emoji review post is the shitty emojidex specimen at the end. here? not so. the kinda sickly, yellowish tint of pink and the sloppy linework leave a bit to be desired - but this boy knows how to accessorize! that’s the smile of a benevolent pal who’s trying his best. 4/5 hairbows never go outta style

Heartlines - Part 4

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: When Reader moves into Avengers Tower to finish her PhD in safety, the last thing she expects is to have something in common with the shy insomniac Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: psychological and physical abuse, torture, panic attacks, mental illness

A/N: sooo drama happens… let me know what you think!! also please read the warnings, they apply very much to this part and the next one

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Part 5A, Part 6Part 7, and  Part 8

Part 4

Because she is a saint and probably descendant from God, Pepper drags you out of your study lair for a girls night - just the two of you. Pepper has had FRIDAY ban Tony from their two-floor apartment and set everything up herself. Foot spas, face masks, nail polish, every kind of ice-cream you can think of, and your guilty pleasure - early 2000’s rom-coms. Your favourites are anything with Sandra Bullock or J-Lo.

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Request: Could you do a seb one shot where the reader is insecure about her chubby-ness and Sebastian helps her feel better (as in smut?) - Anon

Word Count: 2000+ 

Triggers: (shitty writing), insecure reader, mean things said about the reader, smut, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), oral sex (FR), sorry if I’ve missed any (message me is i should add more)

A/N: Thid took me so long, idk why. I normallhy write on the train to college but because it was smutty i couldn’t so, again, sorry. But it’s out now so i hope you enjoy it!! Thank you to people who helped me with this, I got a little stuck as some points. (*gif not mine, but very beautiful)

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Originally posted by sssmcdlove

You and Sebastian had been together for a nearly a year. Due to his celebrity status you had to be very careful with your relationship - not hugging in public, hiding the fact you had just started living together, dates were always in private - but to celebrate your first month after moving into his place, you decided to go public.

Sebastian had decided to hint to a relationship with someone at a press tour, then come right home to you. The internet went mad. Everyone was blogging, searching, and stalking (internet stalking I hope) to find anything about this mysterious woman who had seduced the one and only Sebastian Stan. It made you laugh. The fact that people were obsessed with trying to find you.

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