#❛ &. it's the perfect day to die! ( asks. ) ❜

[whoreforsexymen]

The VIP Booth | Vander Smut Oneshot 🫗🤎

(Gif creds: me <3)

Pairings: Husband!Vander x Wife!Reader

Pronouns: Fem!Pronouns

Rating: NSFW, 18+, MDNI !! You WILL be blocked! 🤺

Word Count: 3.1k (whoops. got carried away with storybuilding)

Tags: Cunnilingus, Fingering, Face Fucking, Finger Sucking, Hair Pulling, Semi-Public Sexual Acts, Established Relationship, etc.

Summary: You coax your husband into eating you out in the only private area The Last Drop has to offer.

Notes: AAAA!! Idk if this idea is ANY GOOD but it came to me in a moment of delusion. The last bit was probably a little rushed, too. SORRYYYY. I’ll make it up to yall later.

Also, tell me I’m wrong when I say that Vander will go to any length to eat some pussy. Do it, cowards. I dare you. YOU KNOW JUST AS WELL AS I DO THAT THIS MAN WOULD HAPPILY DIE WITH HIS FACE IN BETWEEN A PAIR OF THIGHS.

Asks/Request fics are coming soon, as well as a few more special treats for y’all!! Enjoy, my lovelies, & stay tuned. 🤍

(I can see you, minors!! Get outta here 🤺🤺. BACK! BACK, I SAY!)

Inside the walls of The Last Drop, there was one booth unlike any other—a private, exclusive spot tucked away behind the bustling central room. It was a booth reserved for those willing to pay for top-tier service, offering a secluded escape from the usual chaos of the bar’s environment. But as co-owner of The Last Drop—and wife to the main owner—you didn’t need to fork out any cash to reserve it. Especially not on a night like this. No—tonight, luck was on your side. The booth had gone unclaimed by any paying customer.

Truthfully, the undeniably significant feature were its curtains. The enormous maroon tapestries that enveloped the entrance ensured complete privacy, shielding it from prying eyes. After all, that’s what made it the VIP booth—an oasis of solitude amidst the drunken chaos of the crowd.

With the booth left unreserved, its privacy ensuring a rare moment of seclusion, and the crowd blissfully distracted by their own drunken revelry, the opportunity was simply too perfect to pass up. You had concocted a devilish plan—one that had been simmering in your mind all night. It wasn’t just about messing with your husband—it was about messing around with him.

Your overwhelming desire for your husband was impossible to ignore on any given day, but tonight, it seemed even more intense—an insatiable hunger that gnawed at you, its cause elusive and beyond your comprehension. Whatever the reason, it gripped you with a force you couldn't obstruct, leaving you restless and consumed by pure unadulterated lust.

This, naturally, allowed your plan to unfold effortlessly, as if guided by an invisible hand, bringing it closer to fruition.

To carry out your devious plan, you had carefully cultivated the trust of one of the few individuals who worked for you and Vander. They weren’t exactly employees in the traditional sense, but rather a handful of people you kept on the fringes, offering a few coins in exchange for their occasional assistance. Their loyalty was fleeting, bought with small tokens, but it was enough to serve your purpose. Especially in a moment such as this. A seemingly crucial one—at that.

You kept things vague, framing your request as though it were purely concerning a business discussion needing to be had. You asked your employee to discreetly inform your husband that someone was calling him from behind the velvet curtains of the VIP booth. You also made it clear that the employee should mirror your discretion, avoiding any mention of your name or your connection to him.

The employee appeared curious, even somewhat uneasy, at first. That was, however, prior to you slipping a generous cash bonus their way, eliciting their cooperation without room for protest.

"Go on, please," you plead with your unsuspecting employee, your voice laced with a blend of urgency and excitement. "But remember—don’t tell him it’s me."

As the employee slips into the bustling crowd, you struggle to contain the surge of excitement building within you, all while fighting to maintain a sultry—yet composed, demeanor. You adjust your hair, breasts, and clothing, making subtle moves to enhance your allure and mystery. Every gesture is deliberate, designed to keep you as collected and captivating as possible, cultivating an air of intrigue about you as you desperately await the arrival of your beloved husband.

They fulfilled your agreement as you waited—approaching their boss and informing him that someone had entered the VIP booth, insisting on speaking with him directly.

"VIP booth? Thought nobody booked it tonight," Vander remarks, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms over his chest as he takes a moment to process the information. Normally, you were the one who handled the VIP booth, and he’d have gladly passed this task off to you—if the employee hadn’t mentioned that the VIP “customer” specifically requested Vander. Looks like he’d have to put on a more hospitable facade and give them what they wanted.

If only he knew just what this "customer" truly wanted from him.

After a series of grunts, groans, and huffs, Vander finally made his way to the booth. After forcing a welcoming smile onto his face, he slowly pushed aside the curtains.

"Sorry for the wait. You wanted to speak to the owner—"

His voice faltered, trailing off faster than it had taken him to summon the words.

You feel your own response threaten to catch in your throat, but you won’t cave. You abandon your nerves.

"Why yes, I did. Although..." you drawl, your tone laced with playful mischief, "...'speak' isn’t exactly at the top of the list of things I want to do to the owner."

Your sultry gaze locks onto his, deliciously teasing. Vander, already an imposing figure, looms even larger from your vantage point in the booth. Seated as you are, you find yourself craning your neck significantly just to meet his eyes, the angle only amplifying his commanding presence.

A slew of unidentifiable emotions cross his face in a mere flash before fading into a singularly—equally mischievous to yours—-expression.

“Well. Seein’ as how you are the VIP patron of the night, how can I oblige you?” He queries, his eyebrow raising once more.

Your heart stutters beneath your breast as his expression shifts, his eyes darkening with a lust-filled intensity that sends a shiver through you. The chemistry between you two never failing to baffle you.

"...Serve me," you murmur, your voice soft yet determined to keep the air thick with seduction.

"And what, if I may be so bold to ask, can I serve you with?" he inquires, his voice dipping low, the provocative edge in his gaze unwavering.

"Your body." you quip, your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves stirring in your gut, desperate to make it quiver.

Vander eyes you carefully for a moment, savoring the way your confidence wavers. He deliberately toys with the knowledge of how easily he can unsettle you, his gaze lingering as if relishing every flicker of hesitation you try to hide. A smirk slowly spreads across his mouth—the very one you ached for—his eyes glinting with an all-knowing, deviously sexy twinge. He nods softly, his hand rising to casually caress his beard as he watches you, the tension thick in the air.

“Mmhmm. I see," he murmurs, his tone laced with teasing amusement. "Who am I, if not a man willing to care for his loyal customers?" He phrases simply, the words carrying a heavy, unspoken promise before he moves, gracefully lowering himself to his knees across from you. There’s a moment of silence, the air thick with anticipation, before he slowly begins to push himself beneath the table that had kept you both apart.

You don’t dare look beneath the table, almost afraid to meet his gaze at this moment, unsure of what you might see on his face now that the situation has shifted. The tension coils tighter, each passing second amplifying the anticipation that overwhelmed your senses.

You practically jump at the brush of his shoulders against your shins as he crawls to them, the rush of anticipation making every nerve in your body jolt. The aching desperation pulling through you draws attention to your core as you feel his strong hands gently caress your legs, the heat of his touch settling on your knees, sending a shiver through you. The way your teeth begin to tug at your bottom lip seemed like the only way you could physically process your eagerness.

Vander remains silent, his hands moving deliberately in opposite directions, the gesture designed to spread your legs—yet he did so with enough force to split you down the middle if he hadn’t been careful enough. It isn’t until he successfully parts them that he speaks again.

“No bottoms? My. What a dirty girl you are, my dear customer. What if someone else had walked in here, hmm? Did you plan on flashing your bits to any bloke who popped his head in?” He teases, practically groaning some of his words, the guttural tone an unintentional yet instinctual reaction to the sight of you so bare—-so clearly prepared for whatever scenario it was you anticipated happening in this little corner of the establishment.

It was obvious to your husband, from the way you were reacting, that the possibility of him crawling under the table to bury his face between your thighs hadn’t even crossed your mind. The surprise and hesitation in your twitches and subtle movements told him everything he needed to know.

The distant, familiar chatter of real customers beyond the thin barrier tightened the knot in your stomach, throwing you into the reality of the moment. It became an unrelenting presence, grounding you in the tension that hung in the air. Meanwhile, the hot, damp breath of your husband seethed against the cold slickness seeping from your cunt, a stark contrast that deepened the unease coursing through you.

A shiver ran up your spine, your body trembling as nervous spasms raked through your bones when he edged even closer—his hair grazing your skin in that familiar way you knew so well. It wasn’t uncommon for your husband to spend most of his time down here, yet no matter how often it happened, the anxiety it stirred within you never waned.

You had an even harder time controlling how your body writhed as you felt the warmth of his tongue flush itself against your sopping heat. Your nails pressed into the soft wood of the table, digging in as you braced yourself, your body jerking. The spasms faltered for a moment, your body going rigid once he started violently lapping his tongue against your aching clit. The abrasing way his beard rubbed against the skin of your thighs sent you into a spiral.

You had expected him to fuck you directly on the table, to take you in the way you were used to—but instead, he toyed with you from beneath it, the unanticipated choice leaving you bewildered. You had been aching for what felt like ages, the desperation almost unbearable. It was a struggle to keep your mouth from parting—your head tilting back, eyes closing as your husband began to ease the tension that had gripped you for so long.

All you wanted was to whimper, to cry out for him, but you couldn’t—not with the patrons so close, just beyond the curtains. If he had only fucked you as you’d expected, he would’ve easily pressed a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet, as he had in similar situations before. But this time, you knew he had chosen this path deliberately, testing whether you could hold your composure.

It was his unspoken way of making you atone for the ploy you used to get him here. He was a patient lover, understanding that even though you had pulled him away from his work—which he didn’t mind as much as he let on—you were just too eager to be patient. Always attuned to your needs, he was more than willing to satisfy the cravings of his most cherished wife, finding joy in fulfilling your desires—no matter the time or place. The absence of his familiar presence behind the bar, and the slight potential for upsetting customers, felt like a small price to pay in exchange for the chance to fully indulge in you. To unravel and claim you in ways only he could.

His tongue was relentless. He sloppily sucked and licked at your needy clit, his nose rubbing against the mound of flesh above as he devoured you. His hands were as equally hungry as his mouth, and in need of something to grab. He manhandles your legs, draping them roughly over his shoulders, his fingers gripping at your plush thighs as he curls his arms around them. In doing so, he pulled you closer, your back slipping against the booth as he guided you down, drawing you nearer to him with a purposeful force. His cock was begging to be set free from its cloth prison as he sunk his tongue deep into the void of your cunt. The rhythmic, wet sounds became a melody more captivating than any song he'd ever heard, especially when paired with the soft mewls of you struggling to stay collected—and most importantly—silent.

You can both hear and feel his laugh against you, a deep, low chuckle that carries a mix of arousal and amusement, vibrating through you with every huff. He found the way he could make you squirm incredibly sexy, the reaction sparking a deep sense of pride within him. There was something about the ease with which he could unsettle you that thrilled him, and he took great satisfaction in knowing how little effort it took. He knew all too well that it only took something as simple as a certain look to have you coming undone—and right now, he was determined to make you come undone. All over his tongue.

Vander knows just how wild his fingers can make you on their own— yet especially so when paired with the mastery of his expertly quick and thoughtful tongue.

He wasted no time in combining the two, intent on making you crack under the pressure. While Vander didn’t particularly want to be caught by patrons, either—or, for that matter, by one of your employees—his desire to make you scream was always his top priority.

He grips your thighs with more gusto than before, continuing to pull them further apart in hopes of expanding his ‘workspace’. He releases one of them, the fingers of that hand moving to replace the tongue that was working its familiar magic inside you. He doesn’t give you so much as a single moment to collect your thoughts as he makes the exchange, effortlessly ramming and curling two up into your cunt as his tongue continues its prior attack on your clit.

You swore you were seeing stars behind your eyelids, your grip on the table faltering just like your efforts to stay in control. You couldn't even attempt to cover your mouth, not with the relentless—yet unintentional—way your hands found their way under the table, tangling in his hair and gripping with enough force to pull some strands loose.

You greedily buck your hips down to meet the thrusting of his digits, pulling his head as far into your cunt as possible. He doesn’t complain. He never would. Maybe it was his own type of preferred masochism, but he’d consider suffocating and perishing in between your legs in this way, a noble death.

Your toes ache from the force with which you’re curling them, your legs clutching and winding around his shoulders and neck like a python.

By now, you had abandoned all caution, hope, and effort to moan quietly. You were practically screaming over the deliciously knowing way he prodded his thick fingers into your cunt. He had long forgotten to move them in and out. He knew exactly what spot drove you mad, and he made his most conscious effort to curl them into it as rapidly and frequently as possible.

As much as Vander adored your cries, they were truly becoming far too loud. He really didn’t want any curious folks to come wandering in to spoil the moment when you were so close to your inevitable peak. He has no choice but to silence you. With the hand that remained on your other thigh, he removed it from its resting place, reaching up from beneath the table as he gazes up at you. With a smirk against your cunt, and his eyes studying how your head was still thrown back against the booth, eyes shut tighter than a steel trap—-he shoves two of his free fingers into your mouth. Your eyes shoot open. You look down at him, earning a wink from your husband as he smirks harder against your cunt. The eye contact was filthy, in the most erotic way possible. It always made you feel slightly awkward, in an oddly arousing way, when you made such a type of contact with him in the heat of a moment like this.

You willingly sucked on his fingers, now understanding the purpose for his actions after a thoughtful moment. He groans against your cunt, luckily the sound being muffled by how much his mouth was buried into it. Your tongue swirls itself rapaciously around the digits, drool falling from your mouth as you did so. Vander simply can’t tear his eyes away from such a sight. He groans more as you lower your own gaze, your expression deadly with seduction. He was almost pissy that both of his hands were occupied at the moment. He was anxious to palm at his cock, desperate to find friction of his own now.

His tongue and lips were still working their relentless job on your clit, suckling every few seconds amidst the slurping. The way his facial hair brushes against it every now and then almost sends you into hysterics—bordering on a full blown frenzy.

Your legs are quaking, twitching and spasming with every harsh lick to your clit. It was so sensitive, you couldn’t help how it shocked your nerves, causing them all to fire simultaneously. Electricity burned in your veins, desperate to chase your orgasm as it made your hips flick against his mouth faster than he could lap at you.

Your orgasm burrowed itself into the pit of your stomach, commanding you to follow it down to your cunt.

It didn’t take much longer for you to keel over the edge of your impending climax. It burst through you, your legs clamping shut around his face—a move which Vander was used to by now—-hips mindlessly gyrating against his face as you brutally cum around his fingers. Vander can feel your walls clenching and relaxing back to back with each additional thrust he gave, your voice begging to slip past his fingers as you come undone. He thought you had been dripping wet at the start of this—but he had been sorely mistaken. Your arousal was seeping out of you despite his fingers plugging you up.

“Attagirl..” He whispers against you, giving your clit a few final licks before reluctantly pulling away. The grip on his hair finally loosened as your body went almost completely limp. Your breathing came in rapid, shallow gasps, just as desperate as Vander, himself, now was. His cock was so hard, it felt like it was being choked by his trousers. But he had the patience of a saint. He could wait as long as needed for you to collect yourself once again.

“So, was the service to your liking?” he asks, his tone teasing—and entirely rhetorical—as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. The fingers that had been in your mouth slide free as he takes a moment to compose himself.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckles, clearly amused by how speechless you’ve become.

“Just don’t forget to tip your server..” He teases, alluding to the painfully obvious fact, that this situation is far from over.

[moonilit]

Ok but the entire Dawn winery staff jumping around informing each other that kaeya is here so all of them get a chance to see him was very sweet, like i knew the staff cared about him but it’s nice to get a confirmation and few childhood stories lol

[afterlife-2004]

FIRST OFFICIAL TRAILER FOR THE SONIC MOVIE 3! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! 🦔💨💙💥🦔🖤❤️⚡️

[delusionalblfan]

you know what i miss the most? a stable mental state

[wildsaltair]

We sound like two wives of antiquity that find each other in the river shore to do laundry and pridefully comment about their mighty warrior husbands that are temporally absent for war.

Isn't that sweet? Matching delusions lol 💕💕

This is THE CUTEST mental image, friend!!! I love it so much <3 This is us on this website every single day. You listen to me prattle on about Maximus and I listen to you loving on Achilles. I will forever think of you as my river-laundry buddy 💕

[blooming-periwxnkle]

Idk why I never realized it, but Suwon is quite similar to Arjuna, one of the heroes of an epic from our country..

Maybe one day I'll write a post about it...

There is a saying here, if you want to accomplish your goal, make sure to only see the bird's eye( basically your end goal) and not other things, just like Arjuna saw.

To accomplish something, it is important that you put all your focus on the task and prioritize only that.

Suwon, too, is known to keep his eyes only on the main goal...

But that's not all..

Arjuna had to raise weapons against his loved ones and his brothers. He could not bear it. He could not bear to fight against his own kin. He wanted to give up because he did not wish to live with the blood of his own on his hands.

He was then reminded of his 'duty' as a warrior. About his responsibilities and how he must fulfill them. He must not be worried about who he's fighting against because, as a warrior, his duty is to fight.

He is also told to do his duty without being attached to its results, that is, whether he wins or loses, lives or dies, whatever the consequence is, he must not care about it, because he is not 'entitled' to the fruits of his actions.

Now, of course, Suwon wanted to avenge his father, I'm not denying that, but also, he did not succumb to his desire of getting revenge. He waited, and he gave Il a chance to see if he could rule properly. But I think it's definitely apparent that he does not desire the throne. He wishes to improve the condition of his kingdom, his country that his father loved so much. Now, one might say that it's because he knows that he has the crimson illness. He knows he's fated to die early, so what's the point? But even before that, we see that Suwon only wanted to stand beside his father and fight on the battlefield and wanted to give up his life for him someday. He did what he had to. Was it the only way? Was it the right thing to do? Was it right to severe the bonds he held so close to his heart? These are questions only he could answer, I guess. But was it right to let the kingdom fall into shambles? Was it right to let so many people die for the sake of a mere God's prophecy? I believe the answer is no.

Edit: okay, I removed character and replaced it with hero, because, Arjuna was a hero. And I'll let you all know that he was never condemned for performing his duty. In fact, to this day, he is revered as one of the greatest warriors.

So in case you want to know why I like him sm, here's the answer to it.

And, Wei Wuxian once said, "Let the self judge the right and wrong, let others decide to praise or to blame. Let the gains and losses remain uncommented on."

He did what he thought was necessary. Whether we like it or not is, of course, up to us, but in my case, I like him, so there's that. Regarding Hak and Yona, things could've been different, but I still stand by the fact that it's the responsibility of all three of them, not just him. And the text does try to tell us that he is not a cold and uncaring person. He cares for his friends. I still believe if the three of them try to, they could find a better path.

[plugnuts]

an outlaw tweekee for u <3

WHATAGT OHBYYM GOODD IM!! RIVER YOU CANT JUST ATATCK ME LIEK THIS 😭 ILLYYY🥺🥺 /POS

[dayurno]

I see you Harrow Kevin. I see you Alecto Kevin. But most of all, I see you, Coronabeth Kevin

ALWAYSALWAYSALWAYSALWAYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS coronabeth kevin is seriously so fucking good. beautiful radiant good-for-nothing average human who's been living a farce his entire life.......... i think she was never SO kevin as she was during her crown arc in nona the ninth not just because of the name (heh) but also just how different she was when she was alone, how weird she behaved and still how much she wanted to prove herself, how jealous she was of nona and kiriona because they had people who loved them. i think you're the luckiest girl in the whole world. AHHH pah... and of course the fact she's huge and beautiful. i want kevin and coronabeth to meet and be very weirded out by each other like when cats see themselves in the mirror

the holy kevinity of tlt is harrow, alecto and coronabeth but i really stand behind the alecto thing okay. what if i was the spirit of the earth and i loved you and i hated you and you turned me into a monster and you promised you would never hurt me and i never ever ever knew better. i thought about nona!kevin and now i'm also so sad. kevin. noodle's in the back. YOU KNOW.... what if i was the spirit of something much older and more ancient but you (andrew and neil?!) took me in and loved me and cared for me. do you see it....

[burning-thistles-bt]

Here’s some of the sketches I’ve done ! I’m sending Finch’s separately since I didn’t know if you’d post bloody art or not

Couldn’t find an Oakheart art, so I used mine! He’s short and has a cool mustache

So Far I’ve got Cloudtail, Lizardflight, Scourge, Thistlestar, and BlueOak! (And Finch)

I'm back from my busy weekend lol

Sketchies! I love Cloudtail's floof! And Scourge's poker face! And Oakheart being a flirt lol

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

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[lesbiten]

That’s technically not off the mark- except replace pets with livestock. There’s been a lot of news articles about how vets sign off / condone the unethical and unsanitary conditions of factory farming - and those vets who try to speak out against it find themselves blacklisted / subject to retaliation from their colleague

this is a very interesting topic but i was really just referring to dogs/how people have convinced themselves that vets who recommend kibble for dogs are evil and just want money

i do think the normalization and comfort surrounding factory farming in the animal industry is...horrifying to say the least. i've gotten the opportunity to be around a lot of people in said industry who see nothing wrong with the way large commercial farms are set up, all because it falls within animal welfare guidelines they created to be bare bones in the first place. its honestly sickening to see people boast their progress in animal welfare when i've seen first hand what they define as "welfare".

that's not to say some parts of it aren't improving - but like 90% of the industry is heavily resistant to seeing new opinions from young people who have the potential to change things for the better - a lot of which i can imagine are vets who want to do what they signed up for, helping animals.

overall small animal vets and large animal/livestock vets are like, entirely different areas of specialty and are filled with very different people. its not surprising to me that theres livestock vets who refuse to see change

[stormyoceans]

monica... how about soft evening for puentalay? maybe after they were separated for some time. puen traveled around thailand for fanmeets in different cities. then he went on a trip to japan to promote his film. he was there almost for two weeks. and finally, he's back (talay met him at the airport of course). but puen's battery of vital forces was so low. when they arrived at the apartment, talay followed him everywhere. he didn't ask anything, he just looked at him and if puen needed something, he handed it to him. he offered him a dinner, but puen waved it off and went to take a quick shower and brush his teeth. talay laid a clean bed linen at this time. after, puen fell asleep right away, but talay lay there for a long time and just held him.

how about soft morning? talay woke up first. he saw that they had slept for quite a long time. got up, pulled back the curtain, but only a little, just to let a strip of light into the room, kissed puen on the forehead and went to make breakfast. he managed to do it before puen woke up, so they had a slow breakfast in bed, during which they exchanged news. talay asked him about everything, kissed him, then made plans for their joint trip in the future. puen joked that before that he would have to lie in bed for at least the same amount of time that he spent outside their home. talay put everything away at the kitchen. puen turned something on the tv, a film, a show, a music, something that could help them relax, leaned back on the pillows and just lay there. talay came back. right away he lift tshirt on puen's stomach, traced it with his fingers and left a kiss in the middle of the chest next to the heart. he kissed him everywhere and undressed him slowly. he felt the big urge to spoil puen, to tell him what a good job he has done and what a good boy he is, to let him lay here and receive everything talay was going to give him. so he worshipped him. slowly caressed his skin, maybe started with a massage. then repeated the long way that his hands did with his lips. didn't forget to leave a few bites in the most sensitive places. leaned to suck him off. remembered what they talked about when they had time to get naughty while they were far away from each other. spread his legs and worshipped his ass with his mouth, until puen started to tremble, until he gasped, moaned and begged him to put his tongue deep inside, to use his fingers too, until he orgasmed so hard his whole body was shaking. then talay fingered him for a long time, teasing and overstimulating him. then loomed over puen, took his palms and pressed them over his head, intertwining their fingers, slide his dick inside and whispered into his ear "fuck, I missed you". then made him come again and again, until they both could barely move. then they napped and after they woke up, they ate snacks and continued to exchange stories and laughed and hugged, basking in each other's presence.

THE WAY I WENT FROM "OH THIS IS SO SOFT AND CUTE TALAY MISSED HIM SO MUCH AND IS GONNA TAKE CARE OF HIM WHILE PUEN RECHARGES 🥹🤧" TO "OH TALAY IS GONNA TAKE CARE CARE OF HIM UH OKAY ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALRIGHT OKAY ALRIGHT 😳🫠 [PASSES OUT]" SO QUICKLY IM FJKSGFKGSKGDKSGDJGSFKJ

GOD I LOVE!!!!!! MY SWITCH BOYS!!!!!! SO MUCH!!!!!! and i love that talay was going to suck puen off but then thought about how incredible it was when puen ate him out so he decided to do that instead!!!! it's the way they both want to give each other as much pleasure as possible and make sure the other feels good!!!! i also love that this is just how they are and work as a couple, how they have this mutual exchange of energy and support between them which reflects into their sex life but shows in the way they deal with the little things of every day life in the first place. it's all about reciprocity with these two, the kind that gives without expecting anything in return but is also comfortable in taking because you know your partner feels the same as you THAT WILL ALWAYS BE ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS ABOUT THEM

[damnprecious]

Doll, baby, cutie, dumpling for the ask game!!

Thank ya!!!

doll - what’s your favourite outfit? Panda shirt, adidas track jacket, black jeans and some shiny converse. Might swap the track jacket for a denim shirt sometimes.

baby - what makes you feel better when you’re down? sunshine, plushies, venting, probably eating, reading fics

cutie - what’s your favourite fairytale? idk what I'd say my current fave is but I really liked Adalmiinan helmi (Z. Topelius) as a kid (partly bc the book cover was real pretty, the one I had had a green cover with the girl in the middle bending over a pond) and also was really fond of Steadfast Tin Soldier (H.C. Andersen), I listened to it on my little story cassettes so many times

dumpling - what’s your favourite movie right now? I'm gonna have to pick the return of the king bc I'm just a little lotr boi (who hasn't got brain cells for new movies - tho glass onion was great)

*Gollum voice* ask us

[medicinemane]

Well, I seem to have gotten my minecart system working. No lost carts this time

Just... slowed the whole system way way way down, after a lot of research the best answer seems to be that too many carts too quick overwhelms the hopper, and taking a closer look as I was dismantling things showed me that the observer was managing to send two pulses

So I added my go to comparator decay clock and then with a little work put a falling edge monostable circuit (ie a piston with an observer on it that triggers nothing when pushed but something when pulled back), so basically it's extended when the signal is decaying and only goes off once the signal dies... double pulse from the observer just extends the timer

Still reasonably depressed. I've said it before, I'm just brittle at this point. It's not like some stupid cart system in minecraft is making me want to die... I'm just fucking tired of living, so guess what? This just adds to the list of reasons to fuck off

Nothing I do matters. This doesn't matter in the slightest. I build it more compulsively than with any purpose

I want to finish that mountain base (which is still probably a few years off at least at this pace), and I just kinda want to finish it cause I want to finish it... but can you honestly say that once it's all said and done, that I won't just pass it to my friend who I play with, and then in like 20 years when I'm dead it won't fall victim to digital decay without anyone even having seen it?

Like be honest for a minute, it's not gonna stop me working on it, but be honest and ask yourself... will anyone besides one other person even see it?

I don't need a million fans or something, I'd just like some of the shit I do to matter or last a bit... and nothing does

Tell me a single thing I've done that actually has some kind of meaningful impact... or anything that I'll ever do

[girlivealwaysbean]

dni.

[steviescrystals]

there is no feeling worse in the world than missing your grandma :/