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Yunjin, Lisa, Danielle, Ryujin, Winter, Liz & Bae x Male Reader

AN: Decided to do something I've been wanting to do for a while now! Don't worry y'all, I'm still working on the requests!🙏💞

AN 2: The smut here becomes a bit more detailed as you read on!

The soft chime of the elevator echoed faintly through the marble-lined lobby, its sound swallowed by the cold sterility of early morning.

You barely looked up.

Your steps were heavy, the leather of your worn dress shoes barely making a sound against the polished floor. The lobby lighting was too bright for how little sleep you’d had, the sterile overhead glow piercing through the lingering fog of another sleepless night.

You dragged yourself into the elevator.

No one else was around. Just you and the numb quiet that had followed you for days.

The doors slid shut behind you with a soft hiss, sealing you inside the cool steel box. The quiet hum of machinery started almost immediately, and the elevator began its climb.

You exhaled—deep and slow—rubbing the back of your neck.

Your fingers lingered at the base of your skull, massaging dull tension. You hadn’t even bothered with your usual hair gel today. Your tie was half-loosened. The white collar of your shirt, wrinkled. You were a shell.

Your reflection in the elevator’s mirrored panel looked like someone on autopilot. A normal guy in a white shirt and black slacks. A name tag clipped to your belt. The faint outline of dark circles under your eyes.

The fallout from last weekend still clung to your chest like a heavy, wet coat.

You hadn’t cried. You hadn’t screamed. There wasn’t even anger left—just that hollow, sour ache that sat under your ribs like a bruise you couldn’t press.

You caught your girlfriend cheating.

Not a suspicion. Not a hunch.

You saw it.

On her phone. In her texts. In the pictures. In the messages she forgot to delete because maybe she thought you weren’t worth the trouble anymore.

That moment replayed in your head on loop. The disbelief. The way your body locked up. The words she threw at you after. The laughter. The silence.

Now?

Now you were just surviving.

Go to work. Smile for the manager. Answer emails. Numb out. Survive.

The elevator passed the third floor. The hum of the cables vibrated faintly through your shoes.

You stared at the numbers as they lit up.

Ding.

The fourth floor.

You blinked slowly.

The doors parted—and in stepped Winter.

Her soft white cardigan clung to her like fresh snow, and her eyes—cool, piercing—met yours immediately. You gave her a tired smile, nodded politely.

She didn’t speak. She just stepped inside with a soft click of her boots and stood near the opposite wall, eyes flickering once more in your direction before shifting to the panel.

Ding.

Fifth floor.

Liz entered—quiet, composed, wrapped in a lavender blouse, her arms cradling a folder. Her gaze softened when it met yours. Almost… too soft.

You gave a small wave, almost embarrassed. She smiled back.

The air felt warmer.

You didn’t notice the way Liz’s eyes lingered on your disheveled collar.

Ding.

Sixth floor.

Ryujin.

She swaggered in with a coffee in hand, hips rolling, jacket slung casually over one shoulder. She gave you a single raised brow and an amused smirk. You tried to smile again.

She eyed you once, then glanced toward Liz and Winter. Something flickered behind her eyes.

Ding.

Seventh floor.

Bae and Danielle.

They stepped in together, laughing about something—until they saw you. The laughter faded. Not awkward. Not uncomfortable.

Just… observing.

Danielle leaned in to whisper something to Bae. You didn’t hear it. You didn’t need to.

Ding.

Eighth floor.

Yunjin and Lisa.

Tall. Radiant. Confident.

They stepped inside with the air of someone who owned every room she walked into. Their perfume hit you in waves—warm vanilla, clean musk. They both gave you a long look.

Then Lisa smiled—small, knowing.

You swallowed.

Seven women. One man.

The elevator doors closed again. No one reached for the panel. The ascent continued.

Your heart started to beat faster.

Not out of excitement. Not yet.

Just… confusion. Tension.

You tried not to overthink it.

Until the elevator jolted—just once—and came to a slow, unnatural stop.

The lights dimmed. A soft red glow flickered on from the emergency panel overhead.

There was a beat of silence.

Then…

A voice crackled from the radio above:

“Apologies. System malfunction. Maintenance has been alerted. Please remain calm. Estimated wait time: three to four hours.”

A stunned silence followed.

You turned to the others, hands out, apologetic. “Uh—guess we’re stuck for a bit.”

But no one looked concerned.

Not even a little.

Lisa stepped forward.

You hadn’t even seen her come in. She must’ve entered while you were spiraling inside your head.

She was standing now near the panel, blazer off, shirt rolled at the sleeves, eyes fixed directly on you with something cold and controlled behind them.

“Don’t worry,” she said, voice smooth, velvet-wrapped steel.

Her next words chilled and aroused you all at once.

“It’s not a malfunction. I planned this.”

You stared. “What?”

Lisa turned to face you, arms crossed, one hip cocked, her smile sharp.

“We know about your girlfriend. About what she did.”

You blinked. “…You what—?”

Danielle giggled behind you. Bae let out a soft hum. Yunjin leaned into the far wall, watching you like a cat waiting for a trapped mouse to notice the cage.

Winter finally spoke.

“You’ve been a good man. She didn’t deserve you.”

Your lips parted—no sound.

Lisa stepped closer. “And since she threw you away…”

She trailed her fingers down the front of your shirt.

“We decided to give you what she never could.”

The other girls closed in slowly—circling you, like shadows drawing toward a flame.

Each of their eyes glittered with hunger. Each breath they took was deeper. Warmer.

Liz’s voice was soft as she came up beside you. “We’ve been waiting for you to be ours.”

Danielle leaned into your other side, whispering hotly near your ear, “You’ve been working so hard. Don’t you want a reward?”

The elevator wasn’t a trap.

It was an offering.

And you—heart pounding, body tensing, surrounded by eight impossibly beautiful women—were the only prize.

It began slow.

Lisa kissed you first—hungry, controlled, owning your mouth as your pants were tugged down. She pushed you onto the elevator floor and straddled you, pulling her panties aside.

“You’ll give me the first creampie,” she declared, grinding down onto your stiffening cock. “CEO privilege.”

You moaned into her neck, her walls tight, squeezing, pulsing. She fucked you with full confidence, hips circling, hands gripping your face as she rode you hard.

The others watched. Whispered.

“He’s already moaning,” Bae teased.

“Lisa’s breaking him in too well,” Liz said, her hand disappearing between her legs.

Lisa fucked the first load out of you, just like that—riding you until you gasped and spilled inside her, your body shaking. She leaned in and whispered, “That’s one. Let’s see how many more you can handle.”

Winter was next.

Cold hands. Cold stare. But god, her mouth was sinful.

She went down on you while Lisa leaned against the wall and panted, full of cum. Winter was methodical. Slow licks. Precise swirls. Her tongue traced your slit, teased the head. She made you beg. Suckled your overstimulated tip until you whimpered.

“Still so sensitive,” she whispered, letting a string of spit trail from her lips to your cock. “I’m not even close to done.”

She stroked you, then slowly slid herself down on your cock, her tight heat wrapping around your already-sore shaft. You groaned—already on edge.

“Hold it,” Ryujin warned from the corner. “We want to see how long you last for Liz.”

Winter rode you like ice melting over fire—sharp thrusts, short gasps, hips clapping down again and again until you couldn’t hold it. You came again, body shuddering, vision blurred.

She smiled. “Good boy.”

Liz crawled to you on all fours, licking the mess off your shaft before kissing you, tasting everything. She was quiet, but her actions screamed hunger.

She rode you like she needed you—hips rolling slow, deep, sensual.

“You’re so warm,” she whispered, kissing your throat. “Fill me up too. Please. I want to feel it leak down my thighs.”

Her slow pace built your climax like a ticking bomb, each thrust driving you mad. She whispered praises, nuzzled against you while you bucked up into her.

When you came, she gasped—face flushed, lips trembling. “That’s it… let me have it good boy.”

Then Bae.

Bae straddled your face while Danielle guided your cock into her mouth.

Cock sharing.

You couldn’t even moan properly—Bae was grinding her wet pussy on your tongue while Danielle choked herself on your dick, eyes rolled back, tears streaming.

Danielle fucked her throat on you, gagging and moaning while Bae cried out above, riding your tongue like she owned it.

“God, you taste so good,” Bae whimpered, hands in your hair. “Fuck, eat me—eat me—!”

You came in Danielle’s mouth—sudden, messy, groaning into Bae’s folds.

Danielle swallowed all of it. Bae made you lick her clean.

You were seeing stars.

Ryujin didn’t wait.

She sat on your cock while slapping your chest. “Fucking take it. Don’t go soft now.”

She fucked you rough. Hard. Her nails scratched. Her voice taunted.

“Bet she never rode you like this. Bet she never made you feel wanted.”

You could barely keep your eyes open—but Ryujin rode you into overstimulation, forcing another load out of you while the others watched you break.

Danielle mounted you last.

Gentle. Sweet. She kissed you as she guided herself down.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’ll go slow.”

She didn’t.

Her softness was a trap. Her pussy clenched like a vice. She milked you for every drop, grinding her hips slowly until you cried out her name. She kissed you through your orgasm, moaning as you filled her.

You lost track of time.

How long you were in that elevator. How many times you came. How many lips kissed you. How many hands touched you.

When the elevator lights flickered back on, they all fixed their skirts, wiped their lips, cleaned their fingers.

As if nothing happened.

Lisa patted your face. “You’ve been rewarded, sweetheart.”

The door slid open.

Everyone stepped out one by one, perfectly composed.

You were left alone, panting, trembling, shirt halfway open, pants barely on.

And Lisa’s voice echoed back as she walked away—

“See you in a few days, baby.”

Two days after the elevator incident.

You were back at work.

Kind of.

Because despite your attempts to play normal, to act like nothing had happened between you and the seven most dangerous women in the company, it was impossible to forget how each of them used your body like it was the last cock on Earth.

Every shift since then, you felt their eyes on you. Touches that lingered. Glances that smoldered. Smirks that knew. You were constantly hard. Constantly remembering.

Then came the message.

From: Lisa (CEO)

Subject: Private Meeting

Time: 9:00 PM

Location: Executive Boardroom

Attendees: Yunjin, Winter, Danielle, Ryujin, Liz, Bae, You

You stared at the screen. Heart pounding.

That night.

You walked into the dark boardroom, tie loosened, pulse racing. The blinds were drawn. The table was cleared. The lights were dim.

They were already there.

Yunjin sitting on the edge of the table, legs crossed. Winter flipping her pen lazily between her fingers. Danielle twirling her hair. Ryujin licking her lips, staring. Liz quietly sipping tea. Bae biting her lip, eyeing your bulge.

Lisa stood at the head of the table in a tight black dress, arms crossed.

“Close the door,” she said.

You did.

She turned and smiled. “Meeting is called to order.”

“Meeting?” you asked, voice already trembling.

Lisa walked over and traced a finger down your chest. “You didn’t think the elevator would be the last time we got to have you, did you?”

Yunjin purred. “You’ve been walking around here like nothing happened. It’s driving us insane.”

“Fuck your ex for giving you up,” Ryujin muttered.

“We want to remind you,” Danielle added sweetly, stepping closer. “That you’re ours now.”

Lisa leaned into your ear. “Strip. We don’t have all night.”

You obeyed.

Shirt off. Belt undone. Pants sliding down. Cock already half-hard, twitching in anticipation.

Liz smiled softly. “God, I missed that already.”

Your legs hadn’t even fully steadied beneath you when Danielle stepped forward with a slow, swaying stride—eyes locked onto your cock like it was her personal prize.

And right behind her, Bae followed, licking her lips with a mischief that made your chest tighten.

“Before the others start breaking you again,” Danielle purred, voice laced with syrup, “We’re going to soften you up a little.”

“Mm,” Bae added, fingers already dragging along your thigh. “You look so full already. Let us taste.”

Danielle’s hands slid along your hips, pressing gently as she coaxed you back into the chair. “Sit. Don’t think. Just let us enjoy you.”

You sat down, breath shaky, and your cock stood tall—glistening, still pulsing, already hard again from their voices alone.

Danielle dropped to her knees first, adjusting her black skirt as she nestled between your legs. Bae dropped next to her, brushing her long dark hair behind her ear, her wide eyes full of hunger.

Danielle leaned in first—close enough for her breath to ghost over your shaft. Her tongue flicked out, giving the tip a single slow lick. Then she pulled back and smiled.

“Mmm. Still leaking.”

Bae leaned in beside her. “Let me try.”

Her tongue joined Danielle’s—slick, soft—lapping at your slit like it was syrup. She hummed low in her throat, like she was tasting wine. “God, he’s sweet.”

Then Danielle flattened her tongue and gave one long, slow stroke from base to tip—making you groan. Bae followed, licking the other side.

“Let’s make him messy,” Danielle whispered.

And then they both went in.

Two tongues. One cock.

They kissed around your shaft, licking opposite sides—trading off, alternating swirls and sucks. One would suck on your tip while the other licked the underside. Then they’d switch. Your cock throbbed between their mouths, covered in spit, their lips shining.

“Look how red he’s getting,” Bae giggled, kissing your tip. “He’s already twitching.”

“I love when it pulses like that,” Danielle whispered, wrapping her lips around the head and sucking with obscene, wet pressure. “Means he’s trying to hold back.”

Bae slid down to your balls, cupping them in one hand and slowly licking over them like melting ice cream.

“Oh my god—” you gasped, hips jerking slightly.

Danielle pulled off with a loud pop, smirking. “Mm-mm. No thrusting. Just sit back and let us wreck you.”

She leaned back in, and both girls began sliding their tongues along your length at the same time—meeting in the middle, mouths nearly kissing on your cock.

And then they did.

Danielle took your head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as Bae latched onto your shaft and started sucking along the side. Their lips met. Their tongues brushed.

You groaned, your cock aching, coated in spit and attention.

“He’s dripping again,” Bae muttered. “Right here—”

She kissed the slit, licked up the clear fluid, and sucked the tip greedily before Danielle pushed her aside playfully.

“Greedy,” she teased. “He’s all of ours tonight.”

“I’m just warming him up,” Bae said, and without warning, she shoved her mouth down half your length, gagging slightly—but not stopping.

Your eyes rolled back.

Her throat clenched.

Then Danielle joined her—licking the exposed inches, kissing her lips around your cock, whispering, “You look so fucking pretty like this, Bae…”

And then you felt it—

Both of them.

Bae sucking your cock deep, messy and noisy, while Danielle licked and slathered the rest with slow, worshipful strokes, moaning with every lap.

“Let’s make him cum like this,” Danielle whispered. “Don’t stop until he begs.”

You couldn’t even form words.

Your cock throbbed violently. Your balls tightened. Your stomach clenched.

“I—I can’t—” you gasped.

Danielle grinned. “Yes, you can.”

“Let it go, baby,” Bae added, mouth full, bobbing harder, her cheeks hollowing around you.

You bucked—

And came.

Hard.

With a loud, helpless moan, you exploded into Bae’s mouth—your entire body jolting. She moaned around your cock as your cum spilled onto her tongue, some of it leaking out the corners of her mouth, dribbling down to her chin.

Danielle wasted no time—leaning in to kiss Bae deeply, licking the mess off her lips and chin, humming in satisfaction as she tasted you.

“Fuck,” Bae exhaled, pulling off with a breathless smile. “That’s a good mouthful…”

Danielle licked your softening tip, collecting every last drop. “You taste like you needed that.”

And before you could even respond, the two of them rose to their feet—smirking, eyes still dark with hunger.

Bae whispered as she walked past you, her finger trailing under your chin—

“Let’s see how many times you can break tonight.”

Winter was next.

No words. Just her pulling the zipper of her white dress down in one fluid motion, letting the fabric fall to her ankles like it weighed nothing. She stepped out of it in lace-black lingerie—no bra, just sheer panties that clung to her curves like a second skin.

“Get on the table,” she said softly, her voice cool, calm, and dangerous.

You hesitated.

Winter climbed onto the edge of the long, polished boardroom table herself—her hips rolling with every step. She lay back, legs bending open with confident grace, spreading herself for you as she crooked her finger.

“Come ruin me.”

Your cock, still wet and twitching from Danielle and Bae’s double blowjob, throbbed to full hardness at the sight of her glistening folds, the tiny wet patch on her panties impossible to miss.

She hooked her thumbs under the waistband and slid them down—slowly. Deliberately. Exposing everything.

“Don’t just stand there,” she whispered. “I want you inside me before I start begging.”

You stepped between her legs, your cock sliding through her wetness as you rubbed yourself along her slit. She was soaked—hot, silky, practically pulling you in with her heat.

When you finally pushed in, Winter arched her back with a soft moan, her arms folding above her head, breasts rising as she gasped—

“God… finally…”

You buried yourself in her slowly. Inch by inch. Her walls hugged you like a glove, pulsing with every breath she took.

You leaned over her, kissing her neck, her jaw, as you began to thrust. Slow. Deep.

Her hands found your back, nails raking down your skin as her breath caught in her throat. “You fuck so well,” she whispered into your ear. “Like you were made for this.”

Your hips snapped forward harder, and she gasped, legs wrapping around your waist, pulling you deeper.

“I knew you’d feel like this,” she moaned. “I knew she didn’t deserve you. That dumb bitch didn’t even know what she had—fuck—”

Your pace quickened. The sound of your hips slapping against her thighs echoed across the boardroom, slick, rhythmic, filthy. Winter moaned under you, her fingers digging into your shoulders, her lips brushing yours as she spoke between breaths.

“Every time I saw you in that stupid office shirt—every time you smiled at me in the break room—I thought about this. About riding you on this table.”

Her pussy clamped tighter, her walls fluttering as her voice dropped lower.

“But I want more.”

Winter suddenly reached down and spread her ass with both hands, exposing the tight star of her hole to you, still glistening with slick from where your cock had just been.

“Put it in my ass,” she whispered, voice trembling with need. “I want you deeper.”

Everything stopped for a beat.

You blinked. Your cock pulsed.

Then you nodded.

Spitting into your palm, you stroked yourself, slicking your shaft, your tip brushing gently over her asshole. She held herself open, breath stuttering, anticipation dripping off every inch of her.

And then you pushed.

Slow.

Tight.

Her breath caught as the head of your cock breached her entrance. Her eyes fluttered shut, mouth opening in a silent cry. “Y-Yes… f-fuck…”

You moved slowly, giving her time to adjust. Every inch pushed deeper into her tightest heat. Her body trembled underneath you as you bottomed out.

“Oh my god…” she groaned, biting her lip. “You’re fucking me… you’re really—fuck—it feels so full…”

Your hands gripped her hips. Your thighs smacked against her ass with every stroke. The table creaked beneath you, her body jostling with every powerful thrust.

She was shaking—every sound she made muffled into her arm, her hand now clutching the table’s edge like her life depended on it.

“She’s taking it so well,” you heard Yunjin whisper behind you, voice thick with lust.

Liz answered softly, “Look at her. He’s ruining her ass…”

You grabbed Winter’s legs, pushing them back, spreading her even wider as you pounded into her harder. Her moans turned to cries. Her hole stretched around your cock, still twitching, still tight.

Then, her voice cracked.

“B-Back in my pussy,” she gasped, eyes glassy, lips swollen. “Put it back… I want to feel you dripping out of me.”

You pulled out with a wet, obscene pop—her hole gaping slightly as your cock dripped with the slick mess of her arousal and your spit.

She reached down, rubbed her fingers through her pussy, pulled her lips apart.

“Slide back in—don’t make me wait.”

You didn’t.

You slid into her soaked pussy once again, and the sensation was unreal—your shaft, still warm and stretched from her ass, now plunged into her wet heat, her walls hugging you greedily.

“F-FUCK—” she cried, hands flying to your back. “I can feel it, god, you’re dripping inside me, your cock is so—so—fill me—”

You couldn’t hold back.

Your thrusts turned erratic, desperate, your cock swelling inside her, her legs tightening around you. She clung to you, mouth to your neck, moaning with every breath—

“Cum in me. Cum in my pussy. I want to feel you flood me.”

You gasped—one final thrust—and spilled inside her. Hot. Thick. Endless.

You filled her up, every pulse buried deep as Winter trembled underneath you, her own orgasm hitting as her pussy milked you, clenching around every twitch.

She held you close, gasping, breath warm against your skin. You stayed there—locked, pulsing, twitching—until her fingers traced lazy circles on your back.

And she whispered, still breathless—

“…She never made you feel like this, did she?”

Before you even had time to recover from Winter’s raw heat, a sharp tug on your wrist yanked you up from the chair.

Ryujin.

Eyes like fire. Smirk like sin.

“You’re not getting a fucking break,” she growled, pushing you backwards until your knees hit the edge of another chair. “Sit. Now.”

You obeyed, breath catching.

She dropped to her knees in front of you, her black crop top rising just enough to show off her toned stomach. Without a word, she leaned in and spat directly on your cock—slow, messy, loud. Her spit dripped down your shaft in heavy strands, joining the lingering slickness left behind by the girls before her.

“Still this hard after being drained three times?” Ryujin said, eyebrows raised. She reached out, gripping your cock with one hand and giving it a few slow, deliberate strokes. “Guess we’ve only just started breaking you.”

You moaned, hips twitching, your cock pulsing in her grip.

She smirked. “Oh, you’re gonna fucking cry for me.”

And then she stood.

Without any teasing, she peeled off her top, letting it fall to the floor—her bare breasts bouncing gently as she shook her hair out of her face. Then, licking both her palms slowly and exaggeratedly, she pressed her slick hands to the sides of her breasts, leaned down, and sandwiched your cock between them.

“Oh fuck—” you hissed as her soft flesh wrapped around your shaft perfectly.

“Yeah?” she purred, slowly sliding her chest up and down, spitting again on your tip so the glide was even filthier. “Bet that fucking ex of yours never even tried this.”

She started slow—tight pressure, gliding your cock up and down between her breasts, the head poking out at the top every time she slid down. Each time it peeked out, she’d flick her tongue against it.

“Mm, fuck, I love the way you twitch every time I do that,” she murmured.

You threw your head back, mouth slack, completely overwhelmed.

Her pace quickened, her tits slapping softly against your thighs with each bounce. You could feel your orgasm building again—insane, impossible, but real.

Then she leaned down further, letting your cockhead slide past her lips.

The heat of her mouth wrapped around your tip. Her tongue swirled as she kept your shaft pressed tight between her breasts.

“Oh my god…” you groaned, hips bucking.

But Ryujin wasn’t done.

She pulled her mouth off with a wet pop, wiped the spit from her lips, and looked up at you—eyes daring, voice rough.

“Grab my head.”

You hesitated. She growled.

“Do it. Show me how fucking desperate you are.”

Your hands tangled in her hair.

She opened her mouth wide.

You thrust—once. Twice.

Then all of you was gone.

Buried in her throat.

She gagged, but didn’t back away. Her throat flexed around your cock, her tongue flattening as you began to fuck her face—hard, fast, desperate. Drool spilled down her chin. Her eyes watered. But she moaned.

She moaned.

She pulled back to breathe for a second, coughing, strings of spit connecting your tip to her tongue.

“Fuck,” she rasped, eyes wild. “Use me. Like she never let you. Like I’m your fucktoy.”

You didn’t need more encouragement.

You slammed back into her mouth, fucking her face while her tits bounced between her arms. Her hands gripped your thighs tightly, nails digging in as she let you use her however you wanted—eyes locked to yours the entire time, like she dared you to go harder.

You felt it building—deep, urgent, brutal.

“I’m gonna—” you gasped.

Ryujin grinned with your cock buried in her throat, her hands pulling you deeper.

You came.

Hard.

Down her throat, pulse after pulse, filling her mouth with everything you had left. She didn’t pull away. She swallowed—loud, exaggerated, eyes fluttering shut like she was savoring every drop.

When you finally pulled out, cock twitching, she coughed once and wiped her lips, licking the mess from her hand.

She looked up at you, spit-shined and glowing, and said with a breathless, cocky smirk—

“Goddamn… I’d quit this job if it meant I could suck your cock full-time.”

And then she turned, sauntered back to her chair, and sat down topless—legs crossed, cum in her throat, like nothing ever happened.

The others stepped back.

Liz didn’t rush in. She didn’t pounce.

She rose from her seat slowly, silently, like a ghost gliding across the room. The soft pad of her heels echoed gently in the boardroom’s silence as she approached you—still breathless, legs weak from being passed between three hungry bodies.

Her eyes stayed locked to yours. Soft. Intense. Glowing with something deeper.

She stopped in front of you, her hands delicately reaching for the hem of her pale-blue blouse. Without a word, she began to undo each button—slowly, methodically—revealing smooth porcelain skin and the delicate swell of her chest, framed in simple black lace. When the shirt slipped off her shoulders and hit the ground, your breath hitched.

She didn’t need to say anything. Her eyes were full sentences.

Liz climbed onto your lap, one knee on each side of your thighs, moving with slow, practiced grace. The others had taken what they wanted. She was giving something else.

Her fingers brushed over your cheeks, tilting your face up. And then she kissed you—soft, slow, deep. Her lips molded against yours like she’d kissed you a hundred times before in a dream. Her tongue gently swept across your bottom lip, coaxing a soft gasp from you before she deepened it, moaning faintly into your mouth.

“Shh…” she whispered against your lips, her voice delicate but firm. “Let me take care of you…”

You nodded, eyes hazy.

She reached between you, taking your still-slick cock into her hand, stroking it slowly—not to arouse, but to comfort. Her thumb traced your slit, collecting what little was still leaking out.

“You’ve been so good for us,” she whispered. “So patient. So generous.”

Lifting herself just enough, Liz guided you toward her entrance. The heat of her was immediate—soaking, soft, pulsing. She rubbed your tip up and down her folds, coating you in her arousal.

And then, inch by inch, she sank down onto you.

You both let out a breath at the same time.

“God…” you gasped.

Her pussy took you so perfectly—tight, wet, warm, welcoming you like you belonged inside her.

She bottomed out with a quiet moan, burying her face into the crook of your neck as her walls adjusted to you, pulsing around every inch.

You could feel her heartbeat.

You could feel the way her body gripped you—slow, deep waves.

Then she began to move.

Not bouncing. Not grinding.

Rolling.

Her hips undulated in a slow, sensual rhythm, taking you in fully with each smooth motion. She wasn’t fucking you for pleasure. She was claiming you. Worshipping you.

Her fingers trailed through your hair, along your scalp, down to your jaw as she kissed the corner of your mouth. “You don’t have to prove anything here,” she murmured. “You’re already enough.”

Her words felt like silk wrapping around your heart.

Each time she sank down, you filled her completely. Each time she rose, she left you twitching with need. But she wouldn’t let you go faster. She pressed her forehead to yours, keeping you still, keeping you grounded.

“You’re ours now,” she breathed. “And I won’t let anyone else ruin you again.”

You couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped your throat. Her voice—so soft, so firm—went straight through you. She kissed you again, gentler this time, as if soothing something broken inside you.

Her walls fluttered around your cock, milking you with every pulse. You felt yourself climbing higher—slow, inevitable. Her pussy clamped tighter as she rocked her hips in slow, firm circles, making sure you felt everything.

You wrapped your arms around her waist, holding her close, your face pressed to her neck as you whispered, “Liz… I’m gonna—”

“I know,” she whispered back. “Give it to me.”

Her lips brushed against your ear, her hands stroking your back.

“Cum inside me. I want to feel all of you.”

That broke you.

You gasped into her shoulder as your climax hit—hot, overwhelming. You spilled into her in deep, endless pulses, cock twitching inside her tight, fluttering heat. She moaned softly as you filled her, still moving her hips slowly, milking every last drop.

You stayed like that.

Buried deep. Connected.

Her arms circled your neck, her lips pressing soft kisses to your cheeks, your eyelids, your jaw. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. Her breath on your skin, her warmth wrapped around your body, the steady thrum of her heart against your chest—it said everything.

Minutes passed.

She pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes.

Her lips curled into a small, loving smile.

Then she whispered—almost possessively, barely audible—“No one will ever touch you again… like this. Ever.”

You were still deep inside her, your release slowly dripping out, warming the space between your bodies.

And she stayed seated on your lap—holding you, loving you—until Lisa’s voice called from the other side of the room:

“…Next.”

Yunjin stood in front of the boardroom table, licking her lips, eyes locked on yours.

“You still have one more round in you, right?” she asked, voice sultry, breathy. “We’re not done until you’ve lost count.”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Your body moved on instinct, drawn to her like gravity. She grabbed you by the collar and pulled you in, smashing her lips to yours—hungry, wet, claiming. Her hands slipped under your shirt, raking down your back, pulling your hips against hers.

Then she turned around, climbed onto the table, and leaned back on her elbows, spreading her legs wide open—already soaked.

“Come show me what all those other girls were moaning about,” she said, her voice a low growl.

You stepped between her thighs, your cock hard again—still slick from Liz’s warmth. Yunjin reached down and guided your tip to her entrance, rubbing it up and down her slit, coating you with her slick before slowly sliding you in.

“Fuck…” she hissed, throwing her head back. “So thick… stretch me out…”

You sank deeper, inch by inch, until your hips met hers. Her thighs wrapped around your waist, heels digging into your back as she moaned out, “Fuck me like she never let you.”

You thrust—slow and deep, each movement dragging cries from her lips.

“God, you’re so fucking warm,” you groaned.

She chuckled through a whimper. “That’s what happens when you’ve been waiting for months…”

Then, arms suddenly wrapped around her from behind—Lisa.

The CEO pressed her body to Yunjin’s back, lips brushing her ear as she purred, “You’re not hogging him all to yourself.”

Lisa’s hands reached between Yunjin’s thighs, fingers spreading her lips wider so she could watch every inch of your cock disappear inside.

“Look at that,” Lisa whispered, her voice dark, teasing. “He’s still throbbing. And you’re already dripping all over the floor.”

Yunjin turned her head, panting. “He feels fucking perfect—just wait.”

Lisa kissed her neck, slowly trailing down to her shoulder, then met your eyes over Yunjin’s shoulder. “Pull out. Now.”

You obeyed—your cock slipping from Yunjin’s tight, soaked pussy with a wet pop. A thick strand of your shared arousal clung to her folds.

Then Lisa slid down, straddled your thighs, and reached behind her to guide you in.

Straight into her.

You both gasped.

“Oh… god,” she moaned, eyes rolling back. “He’s still twitching…”

Yunjin shivered behind her. “I can feel it, fuck… it’s still warm…”

You grabbed Lisa’s hips, thrusting up into her slowly, savoring the sensation of her tight, velvet walls hugging your cock.

“You feel… incredible,” you groaned.

Lisa grinned, rolling her hips with slow, grinding circles. “Bet she never let you fuck her like this at work.”

From behind, Yunjin leaned in, kissing Lisa’s neck, dragging her tongue along her skin. “Let me have him again…”

Without a word, Lisa lifted herself off of you, and Yunjin immediately climbed back into your lap—grabbing your cock, aligning it, and sitting down hard.

The sudden heat swallowed you whole again. Yunjin cried out, fingernails digging into your shoulders as she rocked her hips.

“God—fuck, he’s leaking inside already,” she whimpered.

Lisa crouched beside you, stroking your balls with one hand and gripping your jaw with the other. “Do you want us both?”

“Y-Yes…” you panted, completely overwhelmed.

“Then earn it,” Lisa whispered, leaning in to kiss you roughly as Yunjin bounced harder, grinding her hips in frantic circles.

Then it started.

Back and forth.

Lisa mounted you again. Yunjin leaned back, panting, watching as Lisa took you all the way in.

Yunjin moaned, “God, watching your cock slide in and out of her—it’s so fucking hot.”

Lisa rode you with sharp, authoritative thrusts, her pussy squeezing you tight, her moans growing louder with each slap of skin. “You’re mine tonight,” she gasped. “You belong to all of us.”

Then she pulled off.

Yunjin instantly reclaimed your cock, panting, “My turn…”

Back and forth.

Your cock moved between them, soaked and throbbing, every thrust burying itself in one then the other—pussy to pussy, slick to slick.

“Fuck, he’s so fucking hard,” Lisa groaned, touching herself as she watched you fuck Yunjin again. “I want to taste your cum while he’s still inside you.”

Yunjin’s legs trembled. “Do it. Make him cum inside. I want to feel it again…”

Lisa reached between Yunjin’s thighs and pressed her fingers against your base, circling your cock while it was buried in Yunjin’s pussy. “Cum, baby. Right here. Fill her again.”

Yunjin’s pussy clenched around you, her eyes wide and lips trembling.

“Do it—fuck, I want you to lose it in me,” she begged, grinding down.

You couldn’t take it.

With a strangled moan, you buried yourself to the hilt in Yunjin’s heat and came—hard.

The orgasm tore through you like a wave, cock pulsing deep inside her as she cried out and came with you, her walls milking every drop.

Lisa leaned in, fingers dipping into where you were still buried inside Yunjin, gathering up the leaking mess.

She licked it off her fingers slowly.

“Mmm,” she sighed, eyes locked on yours. “Better than anything I’ve ever tasted.”

Yunjin collapsed forward, panting against your chest, body twitching.

Lisa kissed both your cheeks, then brushed your hair back.

“Meeting adjourned,” she whispered.

Afterward.

They dressed you.

Buttoned your shirt. Wiped your face. Kissed your lips.

Lisa leaned in close and whispered, “Your real life starts now. She gave you up. We’ll never make that mistake.”

The door opened.

They walked out.

You were left alone again, jaw slack, legs weak, suit wrinkled, heart pounding.

And seven different sets of panties in your pockets.

[gyuswhore]

clockwork

It all began when you noticed tiny things disappearing from your bag; notebooks, charging cables, staplers. You'd get your answer soon enough, but it seems the world enjoys watching you run around in circles.

wc: ~1.4k | contains: Jeonghan x reader, fluff, Jeonghan being a menace in multiple ways

for the @camandemstudios 'a very seventeen christmas' Secret Santa collab!

[a/n]: ring ring, @shuaflix, it's your Secret Santa calling!!! I hope you have fun reading this Alice and I can't wait to hear your thots hehe 🤍 big ty to @highvern for beta-ing and to @amourcheol for coming in clutch with vocabulary when I couldn't think of the phrase for "in full swing" KJNSFKJGNS

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Five days a week, like clockwork, you kiss your boyfriend as he sleeps in the early hours of the morning, packed and ready to leave for the library to get your work done. 

Five days a week, like clockwork, Jeonghan would emerge bleary eyed from the bedroom to the doorway where you’re slipping on your shoes, hugging you for the last time before you have to leave for the day. 

Five days a week, like clockwork, you get to the library to set up your things at your desk by the window, with just the right amount of sunlight, not right under the vent, and certainly not by the busy library entrance. 

Five days a week, like clockwork, you always seem to neglect to pack a minor need in your bag before leaving, insignificant things like an eraser or a specific charging cable, but annoying just the same. 

It didn’t take long before the sneaking suspicion of it all began to creep at your thoughts, but not a single suspect in sight or mind. 

You began to pack your bags the night before instead, double checking and leaving it beside the door before retiring for the night. The next day, you shuffle through your bag one more time, at the door right where you left it, before you’re out the door for the day. The mental checklist is all ticked and sorted, and you’re determined you’ve left nothing behind. 

Halfway through closing the front door behind you, you hear a distinct call. “Wait!” 

Jeonghan opens the door, still half asleep. One of the legs of pyjama pants have ridden up to his knees, the other side, the waistband is dropping below his underwear. Safe to say, he’s frazzled. 

He meets you at the threshold, gesturing you to let him hug you before you leave. You speak into his ear as he squeezes you tight. “You don’t have to do this everyday, Han. I promise I’ve never forgotten your good morning kisses, no matter how loud you’re snoring.”

“Hmm,” he hums but it’s more like a whine. “But you’re gonna be gone aaall daaay.”

“You big baby.”

“Kiss,” he demands as he pulls away slightly. You tiptoe and press a kiss onto his lips. He remembers to behave and keep his mouth closed; he knows how much you hate morning breath.

Just as the elevator is about to close, you hear a distinctly sleepy yell of, “And I don’t snore!”

By the time you get to the library, the good mood you’re in is largely unaffected, setting up your things in your usual spot. The hours pass in relative uneventfulness, and you’re glad about it as you return to your desk with a hole punched stack of papers. 

Sticking a hand into your bag you attempt to find the box of large binder clips you keep to tie together larger stacks of papers. Your fingers grapple onto everything but what you need, even when you quite literally empty your entire bag onto the table. 

Your seatmate, who seems to be in the deep trenches of something mathematical, is not amused. 

The tiny blue box is nowhere to be found. 

Exhaling heavily, you realise you have to deal with your predicament as it is. The idea of dealing with loose papers is not appealing, but you cannot physically staple the thick pile. 

You could’ve sworn you saw the string during your checks the night before, even this morning, right next to your pencil case on the right side of your bag. There’s no holes in your bag, nor have you left your seat to anywhere you couldn’t see it on the desk. 

But even as you deal with the loose stack of papers on the desk, attempting to refocus, there’s only one logical explanation left. It’s hard not to scoff. 

It’s been a week since you’ve been to the library, the holiday season now in full swing as you retire for the semester. 

Christmas mornings with Jeonghan usually turn into Christmas afternoons, taking full advantage of the errand-less day. By the time you do emerge from the den that is your bedroom, the sun is high in the sky, and Jeonghan is in the process of ordering takeout. 

There’re boxes under the tree, beside which the both of you seat yourselves as you wait for your food. 

You hand him his present, which is flat for the most part. He unwraps the paper and opens the box, only to find a large envelope inside. 

Jeonghan laughs, “Does handing me an envelope need to be this elaborate?”

“I can’t wrap an envelope,” you pout. 

“Right. Because it’s already wrapped,” he chortles. He rips it open to find yet another piece of paper. 

“Medieval dining experience?” Jeonghan reads off the reservation. 

“Brick walls, candle lights and everything. Knights with swords too.” His eyes light up as he registers the swords. 

When he hands you your present, you note that he has three separate packages next to him. 

It’s a polaroid camera, one that you’ve been wanting for a while. However, it looks like it’s already been opened as you take out the camera. He hardly lets you look at it and thank him properly before he’s shoving another box in your direction.

Unwrapping it reveals a scrapbook. Of polaroids. Of Jeonghan’s face. Full of Jeonghan’s face. It’s almost like he ran an entire reel of film dry with the amount of photos in the book. 

“Gently used,” Jeonghan provides. “By me.”

It earns him a big fat kiss, so you suppose he succeeded. 

But there’s one package left, a slightly bigger box that notably rattles as Jeonghan slides it over to you. “Unofficial present.”

You look justifiably confused. Undoing the wrapping paper, all you hear is things rattling around in the box, and you wonder what it could possibly be. 

The box is…a shoebox? The Nike logo glares back at you as you stare. But you don’t recall a pair of shoes ever being this noisy. 

Opening it reveals everything. Quite literally, everything. 

There’s a white stapler with purple flowers on it, a number of white, hardly used erasers, the distinct coil of a charging cable, and…a tiny blue box. Amongst other things. 

Everything that’s mysteriously disappeared from your bag these past months, lies in the shoebox. 

“Sorry,” Jeonghan says, but the smile on his face proposes that he’s far from it. 

You look at the contents of the box, and then back up at him. This repeats for a few minutes as you gape at the situation. 

“W–Why?” You can’t help but release a laugh at the ridiculousness of the ordeal. 

Jeonghan shrugs. “I hoped you’d miss your stuff enough to come back home. Or just start studying at home entirely.”

You stare at him as he picks at the tufts of rug beneath him. “You were gone all day. I just missed you.”

He looks up at you, hint of a smile on his face. “I know I said I was sorry, but I’m not really.”

Surging forward, your arms find his neck as you push yourself onto his lap, holding him tight. “Kinda figured you weren’t. It’s okay.”

Letting go, you bring your lips up to his to kiss him, properly. He pulls you closer, his hands firm on your hip and back. His mouth moves against your own, engulfing you in ways beyond just physical touch. 

Pulling away for a moment, you mumble against his lips, “Just say you miss me next time.”

Jeonghan smiles against your mouth, “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

It was a strange way to communicate, to let you know to take it easy, to spend more time within his vicinity, because he considered your mere presence near him as spending time with you. Jeonghan didn’t ask for much, as opposed to his nature as it sounded. He was a simple man, who simply wanted time with you. 

However, even after the semester resumes, and you leave the house for significantly less stretches of time than before, there are times where your bag suddenly ceases to carry things you’re positive you packed. 

But this time, all it evokes is a smile, and a mellow reminder that there’s a warmth of someone’s arms waiting for you. 

[emptymasks]

Another set of stickers and badges are done! Got a little carried away again, but here's some X-Men. I'm thrilled to see the X-Men films fandom coming back to life because of Deadpool and Wolverine, especially all the love for lil baby X-Men 2000 Logan. I really want to watch X-Men '97 now since I keep seeing so many clips and edits of it. I know these aren't all of the X-Men, there's too many to draw them all, but here's some poolverine, cherik, the love-triangle-that-could-have-been-solved-with-polyamory, some '97 babies and the comic wives.

Characters available: Angel / Waren Worthington III, Beast / Hank Mccoy, Lucas Bishop, Cable / Nathan Summers, Cyclops / Scott Summers, Deadpool / Wade Wilson, Destiny / Irene Adler, Gambit / Remy LeBeau, Goblin Queen / Madelyne Pryor, Iceman / Bobby Drake, Jubilee / Jubilation Lee, Magneto / Max Eisenhardt / Erik Magnus Lehnsherr, Morph, Mystique / Raven Darkhölme, Nightcrawler / Kurt Wagner, Phoenix / Jean Grey, Professor X / Charles Xavier, Rogue / Anne Marie, Storm / Ororo Munroe, Wolverine / Logan Howlett.

I can’t link to my Etsy without risking Tumblr hiding the post from tag search results, but the link is in my pinned post, my carrd, I’m emptymasks on Etsy. Reblogs help support artists more than likes ❤️

[ID: Individual pixel art chibi drawings of 34 characters from the X-Men comics, films and cartoons that are available as chibi stickers drawn with a pixel brush. These drawings are also available as badges where they are placed inside circles to show what they will look like as physical button badges, some of them with plain colour backgrounds and some with 1-3 different pride flags as examples of how you can customise the backgrounds.]

[heroesrest64]

Chained (But It’s Not So Bad)

Other parts: 1

Chapter 2: Companions (But Only One Friend)

Chapter summary: After joining the Chain, you try interacting with the boys, to various degrees of success

You can read the chapter here on ao3

Chapter under the cut :)

You’re walking side-by-side with Wild, catching him up on your journey so far. He’s got your Purah Pad in his hands, clicking through your pictures as you explain. Despite how long you’ve been adventuring, Wild finds your camera roll to be barely filled, with hardly any pictures outside of the ones from this world.

“Wondering where the rest of my pictures are?” You interrupt yourself to ask. Wild rubs the back of his neck bashfully as you take out a charm string. It’s still got plenty of space for more charms, the four already clipped on glow a disabled sheikah orange. “Robbie made these for my adventure. They’re filled with each worlds notes and pictures. He called them Sheikah Download Cards. SD cards for short.”

Unclipping one from the string, you hand it over to Wild who seems to immediately realize where it goes. Although the Purah Pad has a simplistic design, the controllers have a sleeve that can be unlatched with a hook towards the top of the device. The left controller has a small storage space while the right has a card reader. Wild takes out the correct card, handing it over to you gently before inserting the one you gave him. The card lights up blue, and your Purah pad chimes before revealing all of your notes from the Hyrule you last went through.

“A map?! Teleportation spots?! Where did you get these??” Wild practically screeches, and you snatch the Purah Pad before he can start waving it around.

“Teleportation spots?” Warriors questions at the same time Legend gasps out “A map?!”

Suddenly the two heroes are walking in step with you, one with a questioning look on his face, the other lit up like you’d told him the Harvest Festival was coming early.

“Uhm.” You glance away nervously, turning your attention back towards Wild. “You remember the Skyview Towers Purah and I have been working on? Their beta design was meant to be small and portable, easily set up. Purah didn’t like how small they were turning out to be and scrapped them. Since they were being stored at my house, I took the time to upgrade their functionality.” You drawl, opening an app on your Purah Pad and reaching inside the blue screen.

Out pops a cylindrical device with a drill-like design at the bottom. There’s a few confused hums, but Wild seems to recognize the device.

“Sheikah Scanner. It works now?” He asks, taking your Purah Pad when you hold it out for him. Rather than answer, you place the device on the ground, drill side down. It immediately digs in, and although unseen, you know the drill part splits open like a flower and a system of cables act like roots, digging even deeper, connecting to the very earth itself.

“Would anyone like to do the honors?” You offer jokingly, nodding your head at the Purah Pad in Wild’s hands. There’s a few beats of hesitation from the group at large before Legend steps forward. You suppose his curiosity over a potential map outweighs his caution of the unfamiliar technology.

For a few seconds, it’s obvious Legend doesn’t know what to do. He flips the Purah Pad over in his hands, looking for a way to slot it into the Sheikah Scanner. Eventually he notices an oval shaped protrusion on the top of the scanner, and an inverted plug in the Purah Pad. Shrugging, he plugs it in, and quickly releases the device like it burned him when the scanner lights up blue, the pulsing lights trickling up and into your Purah Pad. A whole new map pops up, a misshapen circle filled mostly with black dots indicative of trees, but with a yellow line cutting through- a main road. There’s also a cluster of red dots surrounding the scanner, blinking in and out in pulses.

“What are those red dots?” Legend asks, frowning as a few come closer to the scanner in time with Time and wind stepping closer to check it out.

“They’re us. Ten dots, then party members. The Sheikah Scanner takes readings from vibrations in the earth, relaying them back to the Purah Pad when relevant. I can up the sensitivity and it’ll even tell us where animals are. For now though, it only tracks larger vibrations, anything around the weight of a bokoblin or heavier will show up on the scanner.” You hum, fiddling with the device and re-inserting this world's SD card. A larger map immediately uploads, showing off the expanse of this world's Central Hyrule. More red dots pop up, some staying stagnant, some taking up a marching order, some ambling about in an aimless pattern.

The larger map also comes with a few more markings, places whose names you’ve learned in your travels. Everyone's eyes settle on a nearby village, and the Inn marked in the middle of it.

“We were traveling for a few days before coming across that last gate…” Sky tilts his head towards Time, looking for his approval. The older hero sighs, but nods.

“Okay. We could use some rest in an actual bed. Does everyone agree?” There’s some affirmative mumbles, and soon you’re all on the road to the village.

There’s perks to traveling alone that you don’t notice until you’re in a party. Before, you could stop dead in your tracks to pick at plants on the side of the road or try to catch a bug sunbathing on a rock. This Hyrule is so different from yours, and each new plant and animal catches your fancy. The foxes here are calmer than the ones you’re familiar with, and their coats are speckled shades of brown. Mushrooms that look similar to your Hylian Shrooms carry traces of poison not suited for ingestion, but could be used medicinally if you could combine it with some medicinal herbs in the area.

Those sorts of observations are easy to make when traveling solo, but these heroes walk with a purpose, slow yet methodical. Silent and controlled. You feel clumsy in comparison. A baby deer trying to get its legs under it.

It’s better with Wild in the group. His gait is familiar. Just as easily distractible as you are, but his focus will flit from one thing to another while yours tunnels to one specific curiosity.

You do try to restrain yourself, placating your curiosities with thoughts that you’ll be able to check stuff out on your own.

Just as the thought appears, though, you vanquish it from your mind. You’re part of a party now. When the group rests, you rest. When the group moves, you move.

As much as it pains you, stopping to study the wildlife isn’t an option anymore.

~~

The village comes into view a couple hours before sundown. The group picks up their pace, excited to rest and soon gather their bearings. You’re towards the back of the group, Hyrule and Four on either side of you.

“How are lodgings usually split up?” You ask, tracing the designs on your Purah Pad.

“Usually, two or three in a room, depending on the space. Did you see how big the Inn was?” Four answers, then returns the question.

“Decently big. It’s a trading town, with a bunch of stalls all around. We should stock up, rest for the night, then head out.” You hum, and there are a few hums of agreement that fall into awkward silence. Not knowing what else to do, you start looking for a way out of the conversation.

Wild is chatting amiably with Twilight, and you speed up, catching Wild’s hand and his attention. He glances at you, eyes flicking over your body before smiling gently. His fingers intertwine in yours, and the two of you walk side by side the rest of the way into town.

~~

Lodgings are easy enough to procure. You’re set up with Wild, Twilight and Wind. Hyrule, Legend and Sky get the second room while Four, Time and Warriors get the last lodging.

The next conflict arises when trying to decide who gets the beds.

“Two beds, four of us. I personally think our new companion should take the cot.” Twilight drawls, but you shake your head.

“I was in this village only yesterday while the rest of you have been on your feet for days. The beds should go to you guys.”

��Researcher, you haven’t traveled in almost two years, an easier rest will ease your body.” Wild argues, and you roll your eyes.

“Could say the same to you, appointed knight.” Wild sighs, but can’t refute.

“Why don’t we just share? Me n’ Twi, the newbie and Wild.” Wind pipes up, and, feeling chided for childish behavior, everyone mumbles their agreements.

There’s a knock on the door, and Wild opens it to reveal Warriors. The knightly hero explains that he, Legend, Sky and Four are heading to the trade depot to pick up supplies, and asks if anyone else wants to join. Wind agrees, and you follow after.

[sockatoothewafflebird]

I MISSED IT.

oh my god. if i had known sooner, i would have done something- drawn a tribute, maybe- for this show. this show is a part of me. this show has been with me through so much and it is impossible to overstate how much it means to me. it was there during the best and worts times of my life. i cannot ever ever imagine my life without this show.

so, as a tribute to it, because i MISSED THE DAMN ANNIVERSARY OHMYGOD, i'll tell my story with it. i feel like it should be shared because i know there are others out there that appreciate the show just as much as i do. this is pretty long so uhhh word wall warning teehee

i remember when i first discovered it,

about halfway into 2020. season one had finished airing by the time i found it. i had heard things about this "lumity" characyer and decided to try it out because i was an "ally" at the time (oh, how things can change).

it wasn't on a streaming service yet, nor did my family use cable TV, so i watched the entirety of the first season through clips pirated on youtube.

i fell in love with it. watched every theory video i could get my grubby little hands on, watched reaction videos, watched those iconic lumity animatics and listened to the songs on loop for months. it became a part of me.

and, guess what? i made the lego eda meme my pfp on my school laptop (remember that one guys?? oh man that was a WHILE ago) and someone in my school, a new guy, asked me about it. said he liked my pfp and asked if he could sit with me and my friends during lunch. and now, even after both of us moving thousands of miles away, we're still in touch.

that was FOUR YEARS AGO. i know that seems kind of a short amount of time, but i've never held a friend that long before, having moved around a lot in my life. long story short the owl house got me like half the friends i have today.

anyway, back to the show.

i can never forget the hype when season 2 was announced.

i remember scrounging youtube like a starving dog for any content, teasers, theories, etc etc etc i could physically find. i was a pretty sheltered kid back then so i couldn't see any hype for it on social media other than youtubers gushing about theories. but i felt like i was there with everyone, squealing and kicking our feet together over our favorite show getting a new season.

most vividly, i remember being fucking pissed when i saw that the third season we could've had was cut short. i remember all the angry videos, and the petitions, everyone, everyone was all collectively screaming for this to change. we wanted the show to get what it deserved, but alas, it's Disney. so of course we just had to make do.

when season two began airing i forgot all about my anger. i forgot everything because, i had to watch it as soon as possible. i'll remind you, dear random internet user, that my family did not have cable TV at the time, so i couldn't watch it the second it aired there. i watched youtubers' reactions to the episodes.

it was the best feeling ever waking up on a saturday and seeing all of the reaction streams to the episode from all my favorite youtubers- i had to watch it all through the tiny top left corner of my phone screen and i was ecstatic. i loved being able to watch the show with everyone else, even if i sometimes missed reaction premiers or streams and got to them a day late- it was in the top ten most fun months of my life.

oh, and, do you remember? do we all remember Through The Looking Glass Ruins? the episode where gus develops his character and powers, and also the episode in which... you know... amity and luz indirectly admit their feelings for one another? TO each other? you just had to be there for the EXPLOSIONS that happened online that day. the absolute SCREAMS of joy from everyone when amity cheek-kissed luz at the end. it was amazing to witness so many people everywhere, in my social circle and online, collectively cheering and shouting for joy over a queer couple. a sapphic couple, portrayed positively, and casually, and OPENLY.

you have no idea how amazing it felt, after years of questioning myself, to see that on screen. to see that and to see everyone happy about it.

in the time between season one and season two's release, i opened up about questioning my sexuality to my parents, and they were... reluctantly supportive. i took a ton of time to figure it out myself, like maybe two years of constantly cycling though labels and wondering and wondering and thinking really really hard about it.

i remember seeing luz and amity very clearly being a potential couple in the show, and then they actually BECOME A CANON COUPLE a few episodes later, and feeling utter jealousy because i wanted what they had. the world exploded because, for a lot of people, this was a huge finally moment. finally, we have something good for ourselves. i remember watching and re-watching the lumity scenes in the first part of season two over and over and over, and thinking, "i don't want this with a boy. i want it like that." and it was liberating. i cannot thank this show enough for that feeling of fully accepting myself as a 100% organic home-grown lesbian.

that's just my experience with the show, but i'm sure there are tons of other similar stories, because this show was my first exposure to positive queer rep (raine whispers and amity blight are me favorite characters, i think you can guess why) and that changed everything for me.

anyway, on with the show.

the second part of season two released, and the fandom went wild. i cried. i sobbed. the finale was amazing, the lumity moments were amazing (they're portrayed as one of the healthiest couples i've ever seen in modern media ohmygod), the story was amazing. every episode, banger after banger. every minute, smile after tear after mind-blowing moment. the owl house team took disney's smelly, rotten lemons, and they made fucking lemonade. the best lemonade i've ever had.

and also, can i talk about how amazing it is to see so much representation of usually horribly portrayed groups? luz is canonically ADHD. many characters could also be seen as neurodivergent (gus my beloved) eda's curse is a stand-in for chronic illness. hunter's entire story is one about abuse, and belos's is a story of how a person can become a monster, about how sometimes monsters cannot and should not be redeemed. this show is a fucking masterclass in rep.

anyway, "season three" (fuck yoy disney) was amazing, and every episode made me bawl.

i remember seeing that they released the episodes in youtube, and i remember the absolute beauty it was to see millions upon millions of views for it. i remember watching the first one while making myself an omelette. that omelette ended up having my tears in it. i'll have you know that i almost never cry at media, so the owl house really fucking achieved something with all of the tears i shed.

i remember crying when luz "died," crying when she came back and screamed in bel-ass' face , "EAT THIS, SUCKAAA"- and i remember crying at the collective "byeeee" from the whole cast. i remember feeling a sense of bittersweetness that it was over. but the whole cast got the endings they deserved, and that was enough for me.

the owl house is a part of me now.

the owl house's run was a comfort when the news was screaming and crying, it was a comfort when i needed escape, and it was a huge part of the person i am today. i cannot ever thank this show enough.

i'll probably draw something to commemorate the anniversary if i ever find the time, but for now, this post is a way for me to send my appreciation towards the fandom, the creators in the fandom, and the creators of the show that made it possible. this show is over now and has been for years, but it will never leave me. happy five years, everyone! here's to many more! 🥂

[therogerclarkfanclub]

Interview with Roger on BodySlam.net

"Exclusive: The Man Who Stunned Alan Angels: Roger Clark Interview"

By Nick Hart (BodySlam.net)

Excerpt from the interview:

Nick Hart: A lot of people were surprised to find out you loved professional wrestling as much as you do. When did you get into wrestling, and who are your favorites growing up? Who are your favorites now?

Roger: "We didn’t have cable TV growing up so my first exposure to Wrestling was on Channel 11 WPIX in New Jersey on Saturday mornings. I don’t remember whether it was called Championship wrestling or Superstars of Wrestling.

We would watch the superstars beat up jobbers and then huddle around the one or two kids that were lucky enough to get their parents buy the pay-per-views for the main events. Back then there was only 2 or 3 a year.

My favorite was Brutus the Barber Beefcake – he would shave off his opponent’s hair after putting them in a sleeper hold. Watching him give some poor guy a buzz cut with some clippers in the middle of the ring was the best thing I ever seen. My favorite Beefcake run was with the Honky Tonk man. He never did get near Honky Tonk Man’s locks but he did make his manager “Mouth of the South” Jimmy Hart go around with a beret for a few weeks."

Nick: We had a big reaction on social media to the stunner you gave Alan Angels. Were you happy with the love shown from both your own fanbase, and the wrestling fanbase in general?

Roger: "Yes, very much so. If you put wrestling fans and video game fans into a Venn diagram its almost a circle. They were absolutely great. It was a great weekend to be a wrestling fan in Las Vegas."

Read the full interview on bodyslam.net 👇

[imagination-mess]

The Former Reject Demon (Demon!Touya) (2/6)

This is an alternative universe where demons can be familiar to witches or wizards to assist and, most of all, as protectors. Witches and wizards can create pacts with demons.

Word Count: 1.4K+ (2/7)

A/N: Tumblr has a limit on how much you can put in singular post. I was forced to put it into six different posts. If you wish to see a singular post about it, here is the link to Ao3.

Precious Part

Unknowingly, in the moral world, you were running for your life and running low on your magic, already pushing your limit with your abilities. 

You knew the risk of doing the summoning ritual by yourself, but you had to try. You wanted to live! You were using the broken bow that was stabbed through your shoulder with tears in your eyes. Adrenaline is running through your veins. The state you are in is asking for death, but you would rather die trying than do nothing. The summoning will take a toll on your body and the demon's, especially if it's running dangerously low.

You were chanting the ritual summoning spell, despite already trying to summon your familiar a few months ago and seeing nothing, not even a spark of power. It surprised your teachers and parents to see nothing coming or even a sign of life because you have the potential to become a powerful witch. You were already climbing the ranks at your school, and now it's biting your ass. You were being hunted like an animal.

'It could be meaningless, but you had to try.' You bitterly thought while ignoring the throbbing pain on your shoulder. 

When you were being attacked at the top of the summoning circle, you didn't stop the chanting in your mind as you were being choked. You did try to fight back against the demon over you. You didn't see the spark that turned into small flames of orange and blue. You felt your whole body burning from the inside, but you couldn't tell if it was the spell or the lack of oxygen. 

At the sight of the demon raising its hand above them to show off the sharp nails reflecting against the full moon, growing longer in preparation to rip into you. Inside of Hell, Touya was already engulfed in flames that were causing him extreme pain while choking and starting to lose consciousness while digging his nails into the demon above him, who was putting all of his weight against his windpine. 

You ended the verse by shutting your eyes, expecting pain, but instead you felt the weight of the demon off of your body while hearing the demon screech in pain. You open your eyes to see a demon engulfed in blue and red flames on top of the demon, punching down on them while burning their flesh off with each punch. But the flames extinguished on their own within a minute.

It was the last thing you saw before losing consciousness, but soon Touya followed after you, who fell over to the side. The summoning took all of the energy the two of you had. The demon fell unconscious due to the extreme pain that he was experiencing from Touya. Touya came out of nowhere, engulfed in flames, and launched at him with sharp claws. 

When Touya woke up at the hospital. He was startled by the sight of the weird things he had never seen on his body before, and ripping the cables that were attached to his body off causing the machine to start beeping which echoed within his hospital room. 

You pull the curtain to the side in alarm, thinking your demon is having heart failure, but the two of you just stare at each other dumbfounded. You had an arm in arm sling with bandages around your neck. 

You tried to explain what is happening to only be met by hostility from him. He was ready to pounce on you without any notice.  A demon of one of the doctors had to explain to him what was going on. You didn't miss the pure curiosity mixed with skepticism in his turquoise eyes when you were introduced to him.

You have seen the clipped wings on his back that are missing parts, and most of all, you have seen the burn scars throughout his body. You were informed what he is, but still wanted to see it through. 

You didn't bring up the contract, which must be completed within the first 24 hours of the summoning, until the last 2 hours of the time frame. You could see his eyes on you—completely skeptical and suspicious. You had clothed him and offered to buy him food. He was eating like a starving demon would. It was messy, but you didn't miss the way he was hugging his plate through him and immediately looking over his shoulder whenever he felt someone passing by him.

He kept looking over his shoulder constantly. He was clearly on edge. 

"All I ask is that you spend one year with me. If you don't like being my familiar, I will release you from the contract, letting you have your freedom in the moral world." 

Touya isn't going to lie. The deal sounds too good to be true. You could be the worst human ever to exist, but you keep proving him wrong with the way you treated him and the demons around you during the past 22 hours. 

The upside of this deal is that if he doesn't like it, he can have freedom and create a life outside of hell in just a year. He doesn't want to go back to Hell. That's the only reason he accepted it. It is just an appealing deal. 

It took about 4 months for him to adjust and lower his guard around you, but he was slightly on edge. He was territorial about his living space and food. You didn't mind it. You gave him his space and respected his boundaries whenever he had his lip curl up, showing off his fangs with a warning growl when you were too close to his personal space. 

He also became the reason why you couldn't have your friends over with their demons because Touya didn't like their presence within his living space. 

Touya also became the reason why no birds no longer sit on the edge of your window. You caught him eating one after class, not because he was hungry but because he was curious about how it tasted. There aren't birds in hell. 

You read more about reject demons out of curiosity. It should be impossible to be able to summon one unless you meet the two requirements. You never brought yourself to ask him about his experience in hell. You were still getting to know him about his boundaries and likes and dislikes. You didn't want to go back to square one with him. 

Everyone around you is telling you that it's best for you to find a different familiar. He isn't going to last, especially with the body he has. You don't miss the way the elders of the Witch Council would stare and look at the two of you like trash whenever they came to visit school grounds to look at the next generation of witches and their familiars. 

A lot of your peers and teachers have told you that you were making a grave mistake by making him, your familiar. You tried to hide your hurt, but seeing what you have seen in his behavior, you don't want to lose hope in him yet. You wanted to give him a chance, even if it bit you in the ass. 

It took a couple more months for Touya to even let you touch him without growling and snapping his neck, swiping at you instinctively. He subconsciously memorized your scent and how your steps sounded. 

You have always treated him with kindness and respect. You respected his boundaries. It wasn't something that Touya was used to. You provide him with enough freedom that he doesn't feel like he has a chain around his neck. All you asked of him was to train with you three times a week during your training classes, specifically the ones that required demon familiars. 

He did hate it at the beginning since you were doing things that were so easy that even a baby demon child could do. It soon became challenging for the two of you to channel the same amount of concentration. The two of you had to be in sync, which took a longer time to get it right. 

Eventually, time flies, and Touya decides to stay with you. The two of you renew the contract, opting for the traditional agreement that typically gets renewed every five years. You assured him that the door would always be open if he wanted to end the contract at any time.

NEXT PART (3/6)

[jamgrlsart]

I can’t believe it’s been a whole year since the finale! I will never not cry at this beautiful full circle moment (I’m not crying, you are!). If it isn’t obvious by the existence of this blog 😂, I really love this show.

It’s hard to believe now, but it was my spouse’s idea to watch it! He saw some clips of Amity panic online and thought it looked super cute and we binged Season 1 on Disney+. Nerdy bi Latina protagonist and there’s witches?? I was pretty easily sold 😅. But then on top of that it was just so good??? We don’t have cable, so for Season 2, we were always waiting to catch the episode bundles that would drop on Disney+ and I was avoiding the fandom like the plague so I didn’t get spoilers— when the 3rd season episodes were dropped on YouTube on the days they aired, I was thrilled!! Naturally, I sobbed through this entire episode 😂.

A few months ago, I was trying to clear out my camera roll and I found this screenshot that I saved to text my spouse on July 15th, 2021. I could not possibly delete it because this was me anticipating the first set of Season 2 episodes to drop on Disney+. It’s wild to think back on how excited I was even then.

This show has brought me so much joy AND pushed me into finally pursuing this hobby of making fanart (I’m talking taking art classes so I could get better at drawing Raeda 😅), so I can say it will have a lasting effect on me. I couldn’t possibly summarize everything it means to me, but I know it means a whole lot to so many of you, too, so I don’t have to. I know you’ve heard it a million times, but thank you @danaterrace!!

[peachy-doodles]

OKAY these two have found homes now <3 will keep the arts up tho cuz i liek how they turned out :3

Sister Bug Dog

Pal Type: Prototype Rarity: Common Traits: -Square Pod on neck (C) -Spiral shape in eye (Req) -Biolum on fingertips (C) -One small pair of wings on tail (C) -Kitty peets (Req) -Clipping bug objects (UC) Shop traits: -Halo -Trait rarity upgrade

Brother Bug Dog Pal Type: Prototype Rarity: Uncommon Traits: -Circle pod on neck (C) -Spiral shape in eye (Req) -Biolum in eyes (UC) -Kitty peets (Req) -One small pair of wings on shoulders (C) -Clipping computer icon objects, mouse, popup (UC) -Cable tail (R) Shop traits: -Halo -Trait rarity upgrade

[kalikai]

Replaced the circle pad on a Nintendo 3DS XL.

Top had snapped off the old one. The remaining nubbin still functioned as a joystick but it just wasn't very nice to use.

Replacement part obtained from eBay for like 5 bucks or something.

Didn't take any photos of the process because I was so nervous and concentrating so hard on not fucking it up, but it was a success.

Here's the installed new one alongside the old broken one balanced on my finger:

Last night I read through the iFixit guides and ALL of the comments for this process on both the regular and XL consoles, and then watched a video that one of the comments linked to about a better way to remove and reinstall the retention ring

(iFixit says to just forcibly yank it out and "don't worry about bending it it's totally fine" but the YouTube guy showed the actually correct way of doing it, where you wind it on like putting a key on a keyring)

And then this morning I girded my loins and just jumped into it before I could psych myself out.

Delicate procedure because of how teeny tiny all the components are, but at the end of the day it wasn't any more complicated than taking apart a laptop or whatever. Carefully remove the screws using a lot of pressure behind the driver so that you don't strip them, carefully unlatch ribbon cable retention clips so that you don't accidentally rip them, and then carefully put everything back together again so that you don't forget any steps of the process.

The iFixit guides have you completely and utterly disassembling the 3DS which is ludicrous overkill for this process. Don't need to remove the motherboard, don't need to remove any other components whatsoever beyond the joystick itself. As many people pointed out, you can skip from step 6 to step 21 with no issues whatsoever.

Whole thing only took about 20 minutes.

[suyooo]

Making BIG SIF2 (Part 2)

Hello again. In case you missed the first part of this project, I'm trying to recreate an old SIF(1) attraction where nine players jump around on floor buttons to play the game cooperatively. Last time, I went into how those buttons work, how they connect to the game, and completed the first switch.

Just need to do that eight more times.

This is another post with a bunch of text I'm writing down as I work on the project, in case you want to see where it's going or want to build something similar yourself. The TL;DR is that all floor switches are done now, I had to change the button mapping app, and found a nice solution for selecting songs and starting Lives - and then there's a video of me trying (emphasis on trying) to play BIG SIF solo.

This is the part of a project where there's nothing to do but boring, repetitive work. There is more interesting stuff to do, but you can't get to it before you just spend several hours doing the same thing over and over again, and it's hard to get excited to do it. So, even though this was probably the most time-consuming step of the project with 25+ hours, it can be summarized in one sentence: there are now eight more functioning switches.

This involved cutting out a total of 24 more shelf liner circles, clipping holes into 8 more rug pad spacers and 8 of the shelf liners, inserting 128 snap caps, crimping 16 connectors, and placing all the copper tape and soldering it together. One small change I made is that I added a little bit of copper tape to move all the connectors a bit to the side, so you don't step right on it when going for a press, and also gave it a generous glob of hot glue to serve as strain relief. Also, I had to purchase more anti-slip rug pad after all - turns out most of the one I owned was too flat to work properly. Oops. With the new rug pad, I noticed this beady style of rug pad is more stretchy on one axis than the other, so these layers are not rotationally symmetrical. To help with that, I cut out the corner where the connectors are glued on - not only does this make that spot a little flatter, but it also makes it easy to tell which orientation the pads must be placed when assembling the switches to align everything correctly.

Since I don't own any proper presses, all of the snap caps and crimp connectors had to be done by hand. That - combined with all the liner cutting, rug pad trimming, and soldering - has not been a fun time for my wrist :) It might be a good idea to invest into snap cap and crimp presses instead of pliers, it's probably cheaper than replacing my wrist down the road... and for the soldering, I'll probably just go with copper tape with conductive adhesive next time as mentioned before, to avoid that problem altogether.

Speaking of crimp connectors: add 36 more to the count for those connecting cables, and 18 more for the other ends on the controller board. The latter one just involved replacing the little button connectors the board comes with, which would usually make it easier to wire up arcade panels.

As for the cables, those are speaker wire. It's probably extremely overkill for a simple signal wire. I originally wanted to use dirt-cheap doorbell wire which would have been more than enough to carry the signal even over long runs, but there were two reasons I didn't go with it. One reason is that doorbell wire is solid wire. But if people might step on the wire, or I want to roll up and transport the parts of this project, stranded wire is far more durable, so I wanted to make sure to use it for the extra reliability. The other reason is that it was on sale :) I decided on buying a 25m roll and having each cable be 2m long - which is probably somewhat overkill again, but for things like cable length, I'd rather go too long than too short.

But hey, we've got over the mountain that is the boring and repetitive part of the project, and now we can ride down the hill to the finish!

Wait, no, that would have been too easy. Of course there's problems.

There was something that I completely missed in my test from the first post. I only had one floor switch, so I didn't try an actual song, which would have uncovered a big issue with using Key Mapper: it doesn't support pressing multiple buttons at once. If one player holds down a switch for a hold note, and another player taps their switch, the hold immediately ends. And of course, I didn't notice that problem until I actually had multiple floor switches completed.

After a few hours of searching and experimenting, I could only find one other app that worked. It is called Mantis, and it sucks. It contains ads, requires a weird and completely intransparent set up procedure through a wireless ADB debugging session, you must map the inputs of the arcade controller board to an Xbox controller layout before you can use them or they'll just be ignored, there's an unremovable menu button on your screen at all times, the map can't be programmatically disabled to stop the buttons from inputting for a moment, and I've found it's maybe a little unreliable? It just suddenly stopped while the game was running once. But as I said, it's the only one that I've found that works. So, I'll have to live with it. At least it supports the holds that Key Mapper doesn't do. So, you can play the game fine now. We can get back to finishing up the setup.

But before that, have you noticed though some of the mapped tap locations for the buttons are slightly off from the center of the spots in the game? I intentionally moved them a little, so they still hit the tap spots during Lives, but miss certain menu buttons! For example, the tap locations for spots 4 and 6 are moved down, so they don't hit the menu buttons while the game is paused. Otherwise, the player on floor switch 6 could accidentally use up my loveca if they kept stomping on the button after their stamina ran out and continued…

Here's everything connected together! The nine completed switches, all linked up to the board, and all that's left to do is set up Mantis and the HDMI output on the phone, plug in the single USB-C cable, and it's ready to play!

But before we plug everything into the phone, I really quickly want to note something about the adapter: The adapter required for this project was not just about needing a way to go from USB-A to USB-C - after all, that could have been solved even easier by just replacing the USB-B-to-A cable of the board with a USB-B-to-C cable and connecting it directly to the phone. As you might have been able to tell from the cover picture from the first post, playing BIG SIF on the phone screen is kind of... not optimal. So, the adapter had to have both an USB-A port and an HDMI port, so you could show the game on a TV or projector!

The adapter I ended up picking not only had those two ports, but also two more USB-A sockets and an USB-C socket. The USB-C port is for power delivery - everything runs off of the phone battery if it is not used, but this allows you to use a powerbank to extend the battery, or just plug in a wall charger so you don't have to worry about it at all. And the other USB-A ports come in really handy, as well. One of them can be used for an Ethernet adapter, which can vastly improve the stability of the required internet connection, if available. As for the other USB-A... one problem I hadn't considered at all is the game menus. As in, song selection and actually getting into the game. Of course, you could always just walk over to the phone, and try to find the correct tap spot on the screen that is turned off, then walk back to the switches - but there's a better approach thanks to that last USB port, with a wireless keyboard I had around already:

This one in particular is a wireless keyboard and touchpad combo, which gets recognized as a generic keyboard and mouse on any device you can plug it into - including Android. So now, you can use the touchpad on that to move around a cursor and do the menuing that way, without having to run back and forth! It's still a little awkward to control the pointer via the touchpad, but there's more that you can do: the keyboard part is not actually needed for this project, since we don't need to type any text... and Key Mapper is sitting idle now that we replaced it with Mantis, so how about we pass the keyboard to it? The keyboard won't have to deal with multiple simultaneous presses, so by setting up keys from it in Key Mapper, we can get an entire keyboard worth of buttons to map even more taps to! That way, instead of having to move the cursor across the screen, you can select and start songs by just pressing a few keys in order. And Mantis still handles the floor switches, so holding down the buttons still works fine, no matter how many are pressed.

Also, yes, I am planning to run regular Lives when playing on this. You might be wondering - "Why? There's a Rehearsal mode now, wouldn't that be better for something like this?" And the answer is yes, it absolutely would be, since I don't have to care about LP or running out of HP during a Live then! But the Rehearsal mode has a static background (see video below) instead of the cool Live Monitor, so I'll be happy to sacrifice my LP candies for the cool effects :) I'm not going to ever use all of them, anyways. And as for the HP problem, I could just add some healers... and if anyone ever wants to see how badly a Master chart would go, I can still start a Rehearsal by clicking on that button using the touch pad.

~~~ a quick little bit of an aside

Speaking of Rehearsal though, even if I'm not using that mode - can I just say how much I appreciate SIF2's gameplay direction? It just feels like the game is far more about "having fun just playing songs" than SIF1. There's changes like the ability to restart songs right from the pause menu if you're aiming for an FC, not losing LP if you fail, all songs being unlocked from the start - but also, obviously, the addition of the Rehearsal mode, where you can play any song without using LP and with infinite HP. One key result of this kind of design is that the game is far less punishing for making a mistake, and I think it invites people to challenge themselves to higher difficulties. There's no need to play it safe anymore: If you're curious about whether you could pass a Master chart, you can just play it, without having to worry about failing and wasting resources anymore. If the chart ends up being too hard, you don't lose any LP or other resources. You can choose to either run it back as many times as you want, or to play another song, neither option carrying any penalty. That makes the harder difficulties so much more approachable, and I think it's a fantastic change.

~~~ back to your regularly scheduled programming

With the system fully set up, it can finally be played! The problem being, I don't have nine players here, just one. I tried a couple times, but it went about as well as you'd expect, even on Normal - it's kind of hard to consistenly find and hit the floor switches while staring at the screen. But it does work! All the buttons work great (as long as I can hit them)! And even with me stepping on the connectors and cables and kicking the switches around by accident, they don't immediately break.

So with that, the project is technically done! All the switches are functional, you can play BIG SIF as intended, and I can bring the controller system anywhere. That's a massive milestone done, of course - but overall, this project still very much in the "janky mess of cables" state. So there's still some stuff to do...

On the next part of Making BIG SIF2: making it nice, making it good. Probably at least a box to put everything in, maybe something to improve reliability, maybe make the interface something better than just a keyboard with labels on it? Let's see how far I can take this

update: you can find the third part here!

[haroldjaffe]

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A series of image macros with text

LIFE HACKS

Use paper clips to orgranize your cables

TAKE AN OLD CD SPINDLE AND TURN IT INTO A BAGEL TOTE Almost finished your jar of nutella? End it with ice cream

Sick of have a box full of tangled cords? [image of cords coiled up and placed into separate cardboard toilet paper tubes]

PUT PANCAKE MIX IN A KETCHUP BOTTLE FOR A NO-MESS EXPERIENCE

USE NAIL POLISH TO IDENTIFY DIFFERENT KEYS

UNROLL THE RIM TO INCREASE THE CAPACITY [image of a little paper cup full of ketchup]

To remove the stem from strawberries, use a straw

PLACE A RUBBER BAND AROUND AN OPEN PAINT CAN TO WIPE YOUR BRUSH ON, AND KEEP PAINT OFF THE SIDE OF THE CAN [image of a rubber band stretched vertically around a paint can, bisecting the open top]

How to Drink at the Beach [image of empty pop cans with the bottoms sliced off, then slid over the top of beer cans]

USE A CAN OPENER TO OPEN BLISTER PACKS AND AVOID CUTTING YOURSELF.

USE A (CLEAN) DUSTPAN TO FILL A CONTAINER THAT DOESN'T FIT IN THE SINK [image of a dustpan balanced on a running sink so the water flows down the handle and into a bucket]

FOR CRUNCHY TACO SHELLS, TURN YOUR MUFFIN PANS UPSIDE DOWN, SPRAY WITH COOKING OIL AND BAKE TORTILLAS FOR APPROXIMATELY 10 MINUTES AT 375 DEGREES [image of tortillas pressed in between four upside down muffin divots to make a curvy X shape; image of tacos in X-shaped shells]

Stack your clothes vertically to see them all

Use a hair clip to organize long wires

A frozen, saturated sponge in a bag makes an icepack that won't drip all over when it melts

Use a bread tab to hold your spot on a roll of tape

USE TOOTHPASTE TO CLEAR UP HAZY CAR HEADLIGHTS [Before and After images]

Use bread clips to label and organize power cords

The one trip trick: 50 pounds of groceries and living on the 5th floor [image of a hand holding a carabiner with a bunch of plastic bag handles looped through it]

PUT YOUR STRAW THROUGH THE TAB TO KEEP IT FROM RISING OUT OF YOUR DRINK [image of a straw inserted through the tab on top of a beverage can]

CUT OPEN TOILET PAPER ROLLS AND USE AS A CUFF TO SAVE YOUR WRAPPING PAPER AND KEEP IT FROM UNROLLING

Revive your old cassette cases [image of two audio cassette cases, one being used to hold up a smartphone]

When heating leftovers, space out a circle in the middle, it will heat up much more evenly

Use binder clips to fix broken keyboard feet

TIRED OF EXTENSION CORDS UNPLUGGING? [image of two cords plugged into each other and tied in a knot]

BOOM. BACON PANCAKES. [image of pancake batter being poured onto strips of bacon frying on an electric griddle]]

  I re-blogged this (the first time) in 2014. Today, I tried half a dozen times to re-blog it, and it wouldn’t work. So, I saved the images and re-posted it. I hope it helps make life a little easier. :-)   The original post is by iraffiruse.

[magicalincorrectrobodokiquotes]

"Booloo's Weird Mysteries" Clip

Day? Wednesday afternoon-early evening.

“Okay, so you don’t have anything? What I do is go for the paper mâché volcano route.” Booloo smirked, placing materials on the covered table. “It ALWAYS wins. No ifs, ands, or buts. In my school, if you had this, you were the king of the science fair.”

Isaac sighed as he spun in a swivel chair, with Jack playing with Booloo’s wand idly, Heather working with cables and a lemon, Ace trying to focus on writing notes and Iris keeping Icarus and Olivia from flirting on Isaac’s bed.

“Jack, come on, you need to work with me.”

“Fine.” He walked closer.

“You see this cardboard circle? Glue it to the base. I’ll get started on the container that’ll be shaped into the mountain.”

“I better get an A for this…”

Tiffany rushed over with some craft paint, scissors, glue and a stapler. “Okay, ready to work on my poster board!”

“Wooo! What’s your experiment?”

“How long can a teenager run without taking a break?” Tiffany said. “I got a few gym friends to help me, then I calculated the average and in conclusion…we need those breaks to keep going.”

“That’s a good one.” Booloo nodded.

[atplblog]

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I just watched a 60 minutes interview with James Cameron about this and there’s a clip of Stockton piloting his toy sub with visible condensation inside the window. He’s in his socks with a game controller going around in circles in the dark at depths unimaginably deep. He had no idea what literal pressure he was under and that literal pressure literally killed him.

I have a theory that the expert who Stockton hired, Paul-Henri Nargeolet, knew exactly how bad it was. PH had a personal death wish after the death of his wife and wanted to rest his body at the wreckage site because…well. people who get obsessive over titanic probably get it. It’s so incredibly dark down at the bottom of the sea floor and if you don’t know where you are going and what direction the ocean currents are you can easily get caught in the iron cables that held the smokestacks to the deck. It’s insanely dangerous for so many factors other than there’s a lot of water. Basically the entire thing was a shit show from the start and the only reason it continued and concluded the way it did is because of money.

Capitalism. Full stop.

i read the recent wired article about the ocean gate titanic sub and i think the most understatedly eyebrow raising aspect of that whole debacle honestly is that the ceo seems to have been personally manning half their unsafe deep sea dives... like usually in a story like this it turns out the people at the top were brushing off safety concerns because they knew they personally could avoid consequences and were willing to risk their employees and customers. and im sure there were some people at ocean gate doing that. but stockton rush was as far as i can tell genuinely convinced of his own genius corner cutting engineering hacks to the point where he kept manning these vessels even after tests where they were failing and warnings from university labs and boeing engineers and hearing the hull make ominous creaking sounds while he himself was piloting it like... man with zero survival instincts to a point seldom seen in wealthy startup assholes who absolutely have the financial wherewithal to save their own necks