#Elusive Controversy

[ayumi-darling]

Meet the Mamoru Family!

Mamoru Tsuki Mamoru Akira Mamoru Kazuki

[flower-seller]

Behold, an

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His cunt serving era, presenting to you Lord Volo, Presiding Warlord of the Ransei region’s ever elusive Yōsei Kingdom.

A lil more context/info below

A lot of tldr here but this man a secret prince and eventual KING in our silly little spin of things on top of everything else. I fan myself. New take on the Ransei region, entire new kingdom to fill for the missing Fairy typing of the time Conquest came out, new regional variants (that like hisuian variants eventually go extinct for reasons BUT 👀👀)

We’ve got… So much cooking. This is still just the tip of the iceberg… And I can only hope y’all enjoy our little musings here at the Flower Shop… 🥺

— Noodle Flowerseller

[astrobydalia]

September Observations

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Something I forgot to mention in this post about 8th house synastry!! I've noticed for some reason this overlay tends to manifest more positively when the house person already has 8th house placements in their natal chart (not a guarantee tho). I feel like its because this makes the house person be more naturally in their power and the planet person no longer feels like they can have control over the house person. In these cases instead of envy the planet person feels admiration and "positive" obsession over the house person like "Im obsessed with you, queen!🥰​😍​🤩​" kinda vibe

If Libra Moons didn’t have the ability to detach fast they could easily pass as water moons 100%. They are such hopeless romantics and love having someone to love be that friends or partners. And yes they can be codependent but only to an extent imo. I’ve seen Libra Moons actually detach surprisingly fast specially if they feel like you don’t match their energy

Im sorry but Libra Suns are not people you can count on imo. They have this very elitist/opportunistic mindset when it comes to people. They treat people based on some kind of unspoken social hierarchy they have in their minds like how successful or intelligent or interesting you appear to be for example. They'll be loyal for as long as they see benefit from associating themselves with you, otherwise they'll be distant, elusive and flighty af. Socially they appear to be super chill but they aren’t like at all, they’re very passive-aggressive and extremely judgmental of others

If you have Venusian MC/10th house (Libra or Taurus MC/10th or Venus in the 10th house), I've noticed people care what you think of them and really feel the need to make a good impression on you, specially the sex you're attracted to romantically. This placement makes people feel like your love and affection is a privilege to have, that’s why a lot of trophy wives have venusian 10th house/MC

Jupiterians (Pisces/Sagittarius but specially Sagittarius placements) are just the best people to be around tbh. Even when they have other toxic placements/energies in their charts, I’ve noticed they are ultimately all about the ✨vibes✨. They detach from negativity quite fast and avoid getting too deep into drama and controversy cause really all they want is to chill and have fun. The “no worries, bro” kinda people. The negative side of this tho is they tend to turn a blind eye when they get called out on their own issues and/or have a tendency to be dismissive when it’s time to take things seriously

^^^You’d say Venusians relate to this peaceful description too but tbh I didn’t include them cause Venusians tend to have a lot of repressed shit and are secretly all about drama (but watching it go down from afar tho)

I’ve noticed water mercury tend to be more diplomatic and charming with their words, the way they speak about things tends to be more soothing yet nebulous/confusing/cryptic. However earth mercuries are more direct and critical which makes them more prone to openly talking shit LMAO

There's a lot of posts victimizing and romanticizing Lilith in the 1st house/conjunct the ASC but I've seen this placement a lot in bullies and genuinely fraudulent people?? I've seen Lilith energy is commonly prominent in the charts of criminals too. Like​ idk why people act like the hate Lilith gets is ALWAYS unjustified 💀 They can truly be really dark and shady individuals that’s literally what Lilith signifies (this does not apply to everyone of courseeeeee)

Furthermore, I'm sorry to say this but prominent Lilith natives have a habit of living too much in the victim mindset and constantly make everyone else the problem as a way to justify their shitty behaviors

What I’ve noticed with Lilith natives who are not sketchy people (so just normal decent individuals) is that they have huge self-destructive and self-derogatory tendencies. They tend to become very cynical of the world, lose hope in their own value and humiliate themselves behaving in ways that are rebellious to them but make other people think the native has no self-respect

Libra/7th house Lilith tend to assume the worst in others. Envy placement. They struggle finding genuine and healthy relationships

I've noticed MC ruler in the 12th house is common in the charts of sex workers since 12th house is related to bed pleasures, secret affairs, etc

The sign that actually behaves like a child irl is Gemini. That’s why I've noticed Gemini placements always want to be the 'cool and fun parent' just like Phil Dunphy

TW: mentions of c**** abuse and s******.

I've noticed Cancer energy (Leo too but mostly cancer) is very common in the charts of p*dos, gr**mers and s*xual predators. No placement will determine someone being this way!!!

Chiron in the 1st house/conjunct the ASC/Harshly aspecting chart ruler is common in the charts of people who have or have tried to commit s******

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An underrated god complex indicator is Sun-Mercury conjunction. I can't stress enough how much these people's ego revolve around their intellect. Their entire personality to them is being the smartest person in the room

When it comes to pride and ego (Sun) fixed and mutable suns are the most likely to have a superiority complex

Mutable Suns take the most pride on their own knowledge and judgment, deeply believe they know better or have most if not all the answers. They have a tendency to often dismiss, correct or contradict others

Fixed Suns take pride in their own ‘essence’ if that make sense. They LOVE the idea of being special and irreplaceable. Feeling like there’s something intrinsically unique about them

Cardinal Suns are okay tbh. They can have other negatives but when it comes to ego theirs is usually pretty balanced I noticed. They usually take pride in their ability to level-up and improve themselves which often makes them rather competitive or in extreme cases have this heavily predatory mindset when it comes to what they want

This will not be accurate for everyone of course but when it comes to future children if you have Water/Earth moon you are most likely to have girls whereas if you have Air/Fire moon you're more most likely to have boys

Air Venus people are the most open-minded when it comes to taste in general. I've noticed they're the type to enjoy almost every music and movie genre, they can appreciate different aesthetics.... They're also the most likely to date outside their race I've seen cause they can really find beauty in all sort of features as long as it looks overall good/attractive to them. It's not that they don't have preferences, but they're type be open to being impressed and mentally stimulated

EARTH and Fire Venus people are the most selective when it comes to their taste. They know exactly what they want and like. In the case of earth Venus this can be to the point of strong reluctance to try new things. Fire Venus appear open minded cause they have this attitude of trying everything once but the usually have a very hard-set type of things they will actually commit to

Water Venus people aren't that open about their tastes. They hide or repress them cause they really tend to be into obscure or hidden stuff. If you ask them what they like, they'll give you an evasive and generic answer, specially if it's in the context of small talk

I've noticed Capricorn and Scorpio Moons have an innate understanding of the uglier sides of human nature which is what makes them pretty cynical (scorpio) and pessimistic (cap). They are hyper-aware of how most people can be bought and corrupted. This makes them AMAZING business people tho.

Aries ASC natives embody the active, wild and spontaneous stereotype more than the other aries placements. They come across as pretty chill at first but there's actually very little they won't dare to do, they love adventures

I've noticed Venusians can do really good in anything related to sales or business counseling, because they are good at estimating and promoting the value of things

I know we relate Neptune to otherworldly and glamorous vibe but all the people that I've met who made me go "wow, girl, you don't feel real" were people who had air signs in their big 3. They’re not real people, they’re concepts, I swear that’s the vibe they give me💀💀

Also, air signs in the big 3 is an underrated fame/success indicator imo. Nowadays networking is everything in order to succeed and these natives naturally attract popularity and connections SO easily. They effortlessly use their charm and likeness to gain opportunities

I once saw an observation that said Gemini risings give off dumb blonde energy and Im here to confirm it’s true, specially when Mercury is also in an air sign. This happens cause they're up in their minds all the time but this makes them appear VERY disconnected from their environment so they really just be looking like this 24/7 😀​😃​😄​😁​😆​🙂​ and that's why they come across as empty-headed. They also often have this manic pixie dream girl energy which results in people not taking them seriously. This is enhanced when you see that they have a tendency to get talkative about superficial or random topics but their more intelligent or deep thoughts they keep to themselves for some reason.

Taurus Moons actually are actually very very very strategic??? Other earth moons look messy af beside them. They're so grounded that they know exactly what they want, how they wanna get it and they are so sure of themselves they have no issue taking their sweet ass time with it. Every single step they take is so intentional and "organized" if that makes sense, but they pull it off as natural and spontaneous??

Also this is an obvious thing to say but Taurus Moons are so emotionally stable. They work extremely well under pressure, will literally be the calm person admist a chaos or extreme situation. I've seen Cap/Virgo moons getting triggered many times but Taurus moons???? I've known some of them for years and I've never seen them triggered EVER no matter happened which as a water moon that's fucking insane to me 😭​💀​💀​ Like sure depending on their personality they can be more or less expressive of their feelings but its always on their own terms, they don't let other people or situations just get reactions out of them if that makes sense

I've noticed Mercury in the 4th house creates a divided and scattered family. Just like Mercury in the 10th house indicates traveling for work, Mercury in the 4th indicates traveling because of your family. The people I've seen with this placement have all of their family members scattered around the world living completely different lives

Sun-Neptune harsh aspects are very impressionable people and very easily influenced

Also, a lot of people point out Sun-Pluto aspects have like a hidden dark/toxic side to their personality but I've seen it's actually Sun-Neptune that match this description

Libra placements can potentially be very disciplined and do well in demanding and/or serious occupations like corporate, military or athletes since Saturn is exalted in Libra.

Venus in the 1st house can tend to only value the superficially good things in them (lovable, likabale, beautiful, etc) and are more concerned with the image they present rather than building a real personality deep down. This make them ignore or downplay their flaws thus not reacting well to criticism and/or when someone does not like them.

All the men that I’ve met who were actually providers and had this involved father and husband vibes always had VIRGO, taurus and cancer placements

Men with capricorn placements aren’t providers, they’re just controlling af😭😭 They will also be emotionally distant and manipulative af too if they do not have other energies in the chart to balance it out

Honestly water suns (sun in a water house natives too) fascinate me. They just go around life casually hiding who they really are like they don’t have the most intricate personality deep down. All of them have mysterious and intriguing vibes it's not just scorpio!!!

5th house placements (including vertex) will stay behaving like teenagers regardless of their age. The song "forever young" by alphaville really describes them

Neptune in the 1st house/asc are prone to attracting lots and lots of creepy individuals because they have this aura where people project all sorts of delulu and twisted shit on them. Mentally and/or emotionally unwell people feel very attached to these natives unfortunately

Leo MC/10th house really does indicate a career where you're some kind of performer. That’s why many celebrities (specially ACTORS and singers) are Scorpio risings. This can also apply to careers like politics, public speaker, standup comedian, etc. All of these involve some level of fame ofc

Cancer MC/10th house indicates being some kind of creator (cancer=birthing something new, bringing something to life). This a lot of times relate to some art form of course but it can be other things for example a friend of mine has this placement and she works in science and she told me she works in a lab with substances and materials she created herself (idk how it works but you get the idea)

Pisces Suns have a major in gaslighting from the university of never taking responsibility. This can be the case for any unevolved pisces placement but I’ve noticed the lying to your face and twisting reality is much more blatant in Pisces Suns for some reason. They make arguments in such a way that you can tell something of what they’re saying is off but you can’t exactly prove them wrong either so 🤷🏽‍♀️💀

Mercurial placements (Gemini/Virgo) and Venus in the 3rd house may really love wearing rings or lots of bracelets, big watches, etc. Accessories that bring attention to the hands essentially

Libra placentas may or may not want to be "liked" but Libra Moon is a placement I've seen is genuinely liked by everyone. They have this calming and loving energy to them. Celebrities with this placement are generally unproblematic (Anne Hathaway, Emma Stone) or if they are problematic they can easily recover from backlash (Ariana Grande, Leo DiCaprio)

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[morbidology]

The Cottingley Fairies story is one of the most fascinating tales of deception in the 20th century, capturing the imagination of the public and even fooling some of the greatest minds of the time. What began as an innocent prank by two young girls in Yorkshire, England, grew into a phenomenon that blurred the lines between fantasy and reality, challenging people's willingness to believe in the extraordinary.

In the summer of 1917, 16-year-old Elsie Wright and her 9-year-old cousin Frances Griffiths lived in the village of Cottingley, near Bradford. Like many children, they were enchanted by the idea of fairies, inspired by the lush surroundings of the Cottingley Beck, a small stream near their home. Using Elsie's father's camera, the girls took a series of photographs that appeared to show them interacting with delicate, winged fairies. The first photograph depicted Frances with several small fairies dancing in front of her, while another showed Elsie sitting with a gnome.

The photographs were meant to be a playful trick, a way to amuse themselves and their families. Elsie had drawn the fairies on paper, cut them out, and used hatpins to secure them in the ground before posing with them. To the girls' surprise, the images turned out convincingly lifelike, and their parents, especially Elsie's father, were skeptical but intrigued.

The Cottingley Fairies might have remained a private family joke if not for the involvement of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the famous author of the Sherlock Holmes stories. Conan Doyle was a devout Spiritualist, deeply interested in the supernatural and the possibility of life beyond the physical world. In 1920, when the photographs came to his attention through a mutual friend of the Wright family, he was immediately captivated.

Conan Doyle saw the photographs as possible evidence of the existence of fairies, which aligned with his belief in the spiritual world. He wrote an article for The Strand Magazine, enthusiastically presenting the photos as proof of supernatural beings. The article, published in December 1920, included two of the fairy photographs and generated widespread interest and debate. Many people were fascinated by the idea that fairies might be real, while others remained skeptical, questioning the authenticity of the images.

The public's reaction to the Cottingley Fairies was mixed. Some embraced the photographs as genuine evidence of a hidden world, taking comfort in the idea of magical beings inhabiting the natural environment. Others were more critical, pointing out the suspiciously paper-like appearance of the fairies and the potential for trickery. Despite the skepticism, the fairies captivated the popular imagination, particularly in a post-World War I society that yearned for wonder and escapism.

The controversy over the photographs persisted for decades, with many debates centered on whether the images were authentic or a clever hoax. Despite advances in photographic analysis, the fairies' true nature remained elusive, partly because of the credibility that figures like Conan Doyle lent to the story.

It wasn't until the 1980s, more than 60 years after the photographs were taken, that Elsie and Frances finally admitted the truth. In interviews with The Unexplained magazine and in a book titled The Secret of the Cottingley Fairies, the elderly women confessed that the fairies were indeed cardboard cutouts, inspired by illustrations from a children's book. However, they maintained that they really had seen fairies in Cottingley Beck and claimed that one of the five photographs, the final one, was genuine.

Even with this admission, the allure of the Cottingley Fairies story persisted. The photographs had become iconic, not just as a historical curiosity but as a testament to the power of belief and the human desire for magic in the mundane.

[eksvaized]

What if, in an alternate universe, instead of being battle-hardened men, TF141 was a famous band? I know it’s a silly thought, but I can’t get it out of my mind.

In my mind, Kyle would definitely be the lead vocalist, who once in a while picks up a guitar. Like, his charm is literally irresistible, and he has this unique quality of being able to carry even the most awkward interviews: he always has the perfect timing, knowing exactly when to joke, when to lightly shade other artists, and when to not-so subtly flirt with an attractive interviewer.

Unlike his bandmates, Kyle also tends to steer clear of trouble, avoiding the drama and controversy that so often follows other bands. His biggest scandal to date, if it can be considered one, was a rumour about his escapades during the band’s tour across America. He supposedly slept with 50 different women, each one from a different state.

And while it was indeed a big deal for such news to erupt within the music industry, it didn’t come as a complete surprise, given Kyle’s reputation as a notorious flirt.

Johnny — a bass player. No doubts about that. When he’s performing during concerts, he becomes a force of nature, a whirlwind of chaotic energy that doesn’t seem to understand the concept of slowing down or taking a break. He’s constantly on the move and bouncing around from one side to another. At times, he’ll dive off the stage to interact with fans, often leaving his signature on some over-excited female’s cleavage. Other times, he can be seen on his knees, utterly lost in the rhythm of the music, grinding to its beat with his eyes closed as if in a trance—this is the most calm he can be during a gig.

Apart from his musical talents and electric stage presence, Johnny has another talent - a knack for attracting attention, particularly from the media. His face graces the pages of magazines on a weekly basis—an occurrence that he insists is accidental rather than intentional. However, Johnny is notoriously outspoken—he has never been one to hold back his tongue or shy away from expressing his opinions, regardless of how they might be received. And so, while refreshing, his candidness often lands him in hot water, especially when his remarks come across as controversial.

Price, Price, Price. Definitely a band manager, and not because I think he couldn’t keep up with the guys. Oh no, that’s not it. It’s just that in my head, I can picture him standing in the unlit corner of the backstage, a lit cigar dangling between his fingers as he counts money. Every so often, he nonchalantly tucks some bills under his belt. He thinks he deserves some extra cash because, yet again, he had to clean up the mess that Johnny made.

What did Johnny do? Apparently, he decided to wear a kilt onstage. The choice of attire wasn’t the issue itself. The problem arose from his decision to go commando, wearing no briefs underneath. Price obviously had to execute some serious damage control and pay off literally everyone who came to see the band. Otherwise, the pictures of Johnny’s dick would have flooded the internet the second people left the venue.

And then there’s Riley, who dominates the drums. Like, just imagine him on the stage, drops of sweat forming on his furrowed brow as he immerses himself in the rhythm. His shirt is discarded, tossed aside as heat radiates off him in palpable waves, and his blond hair is in disheveled from the constant, frenzied head banging — literally every woman’s wet dream.

Sadly, even if you wanted to, you couldn’t stalk him on social media and drool over his shirtless pictures because all of his accounts are set to private. And because of how secretive he is about his personal life—unlike Kyle or Johnny, who don’t mind talking in interviews and sharing some details about what they get up to—the media has nicknamed Simon a Ghost.

Further contributing to his elusive image is a running joke among fans and media that the band doesn’t actually consist of three members, but is instead a duo of Kyle and Johnny. This is primarily because Simon seldom appears at public events. Even when a promotional interview is arranged for an upcoming tour or album, he tries to avoid attending by using every possible excuse, only to be eventually forced into it by Price.

What about you, though? Well, the answer to the question is obvious. You’re definitely a fan, but not the crazy stalker type. You just buy all their albums, follow them on every social media platform, and occasionally watch an interview or two, so you could gawk at how handsome all of them are.

So, when the news broke that they were having a concert in a city near you, you didn’t hesitate for a second. You purchased a ticket almost immediately, a thrill of anticipation coursing through you at the thought of watching them perform live. And the actual concert? It was the most fun you’d had in a long time. Even the fact that you went alone didn’t dampen your mood.

However, probably the part of the night that sent your heart racing, that made it beat the fastest, was an unexpected turn of events. You somehow, almost miraculously, managed to find yourself in the band’s tour bus. You were there, with Kyle’s hand lightly resting on your lower back, as he introduced you to the guys - Johnny, Price, and even Simon.

His exit left a strange silence, and your mind began to race; Price’s behavior seemed to confirm the rumors that had been circulating about Kyle might be true.

Price, to your surprise, did not seem taken aback by your arrival. He extended a hand towards you, the shake firm and lingering just a tad bit longer than necessary. His gaze then shifted over your shoulder, landing on Kyle and giving him a warning look before he excused himself to step outside.

Next, you were introduced to Johnny, whose demeanor was almost as tactile as Kyle’s, if not more so. He greeted you with a bear-like hug that almost crushed your ribs, squeezing the air out of your lungs. His wide grin was so broad it seemed almost idiotic. After releasing you from the embrace, Johnny leaned in close to Kyle, whispering something barely audible yet unmistakably complimentary, something that sounded suspiciously like ‘this one’s stunning’, before giving Kyle a hearty, brotherly clap on the back. You did your best to brush off Johnny’s remark, to dismiss it from your mind for fear of your face betraying your embarrassment by turning a bright shade of red.

Simon was sitting near the tiny window that allowed the soft glow of the moonlight to filter in. His long legs were spread wide in a display of relaxed confidence, and one arm was nonchalantly tossed over the leather couch’s backrest. He had yet to utter a single word. Which he did when Kyle mentioned you were here because you fancied a picture with them. This caught Simon’s attention.

At that point, the only thing keeping you standing straight was Kyle’s hand on your back. You knew, deep down, that you should decline this offer. Your mind was practically shouting at you to return to your rented motel room, reminding you of the early train you had to catch the following morning.

Simon turned to look at you, and you had no choice but to avert your gaze because it literally felt like he was undressing you with his eyes, as his lips curled into a sly, almost predatory smirk. “How about something better?” He suggested, his voice filled with a teasing lilt. “Have a drink with us.”

But how could you possibly refuse such an offer from your favourite band? Especially when you found yourself living the dream of every fan girl out there.

It was too tempting to resist.

[piastrixpole]

sweet thing

pairing: fernando alonso x fem!oscar piastri

genre: smut

warnings: age gap, dom/sub, housewife oscar, manipulation, rimming, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, cock warming, body worship, breeding, pregnancy kink, controversial young gf oscar x dirty old man fernando, mark webber haunts the narrative

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In theory, Fernando knows it’s wrong—he understands it as a concept, like a rule that he can intellectually grasp but that has never fully settled into his conscience or lack thereof. Yet that’s as far as his morals stretch; he has drawn the line only at knowledge, not at action. Anyone can sit on the outside and argue that what he’s doing is undeniably and thoroughly wrong. They can preach morality, dissecting every choice he’s made, but if they were in his shoes, if they had felt the pull as intensely and for as long as he has, they wouldn’t hold up as well. The temptation has been there for years, sweet and insistent like the scent of caramel lingering in the air—just close enough to make his mouth water, always out of reach. If they had been tormented by that allure, teased by the idea of indulgence yet bound by restraint, they would have cracked long before he did.

He’s always been vaguely aware of the girl. She was, after all, Mark’s protégé, and anyone close to Mark tended to draw a certain level of intrigue from him. There was something about her—a quiet determination, maybe, or the way she shadowed Mark with such focused intent—that had him keeping her in the corner of his mind, even if only distantly. She lingered in the background of his thoughts, like a half-formed puzzle he couldn’t help but consider now and then, a curiosity that felt both familiar and elusive.

Fernando was far older, seasoned by the world in ways that had stripped away any illusions he might once have held. She, on the other hand, seemed impossibly young—untouched by the shadows he carried and still cocooned in a kind of innocence he’d long since forgotten. It was part of what intrigued him, this contrast between them: her wide-eyed certainty, the way she followed Mark with such unwavering belief. Her innocence almost felt like a challenge, like a reflection of something he might have been once, if he hadn’t made the choices that had led him here. Yet, despite her youth, there was a spark in her that he couldn’t quite dismiss. She had a presence he found himself watching, curious and wary, as if it held the potential to change things he hadn’t realized could be changed.

And then, somehow, she invaded his life. It started subtly, back when he was wrestling with his own regrets at Alpine—second-guessing every choice that had brought him back into this relentless, unforgiving world. She was their reserve driver then, an eager presence on the fringes, absorbing every detail, ready to take on whatever was thrown her way. He’d promised Mark he’d look out for her, to make sure no one—neither the staff nor the higher-ups—would try to use her for their own gain, to protect her from the more ruthless side of the sport. And he had. He’d kept her out of the crossfire, watched from a distance, ensuring she stayed untouched by the industry's harshest realities.

But no one had asked him to make any promises for himself. There was no rule against him feeling the pull of her presence, no oath keeping him from becoming entangled in her orbit. And so, without quite realizing how it happened, he found himself drawn to her, feeling his own self-control slip, as if some part of him had been waiting for this collision all along.

At first, Fernando kept it tame, maintaining an air of innocence that softened his edges and put her at ease. He was careful, measured, like a spider weaving its web slowly, each thread laid so delicately that she never sensed herself being ensnared. He spoke to her with easy confidence, the older mentor guiding the up-and-comer, his gaze lingering just a second too long but always friendly enough to evade suspicion. He knew precisely how to feed her attention in small, digestible doses, inviting her trust, making her feel safe.

When they were alone in the garage, his touches grew bolder, hands drifting to places they shouldn’t, lingering for the briefest moments—just enough to spark something in her mind without giving anyone else reason to notice. His grip was firm, possessive even, subtly asserting his presence in her thoughts, a silent message that told her she was his to guide, his to influence. And before long, that message had planted itself deep, binding her without a single overt gesture or word, until she was entwined so fully in his orbit that pulling away no longer felt like an option.

Things were still unfolding far too slowly for Fernando’s taste. Despite his careful advances, she seemed maddeningly oblivious to his interest, leaving him to wonder if she was truly that naïve or simply playing an excruciatingly hard-to-get game. Frustration simmered beneath his patience, and he was beginning to doubt whether he’d miscalculated. But then, the situation shifted, a stroke of luck handed to him in the form of her contract drama.

His own move to Aston Martin had been, as usual, entirely self-serving—Fernando had rarely made a decision without a hint of selfish ambition guiding it. Yet, he’d known, somewhere in the back of his mind, that leaving his Alpine seat open would likely bring her into the fold. Mark had been working tirelessly, negotiating with McLaren, laying out a clear path for her future. Or at least, he had been. But then, things unraveled in the worst way possible. Missteps and misunderstandings left Oscar Piastri with his seat instead, and she was left without a position at all. McLaren, concerned about the controversy of hiring a female rookie with all eyes watching, backed off entirely. In the end, Alpine refused to take her back, leaving her caught in the fallout, isolated and painfully aware of how precarious her footing in the sport truly was.

She’d masked her devastation well, shielding herself behind a steely exterior to ward off criticism and public pity. But Fernando saw through it. He had spent too long observing her to miss the cracks in her armor, the subtle way her shoulders slumped or how her gaze would harden at any mention of the ordeal. He could read her now, and he knew that her heartbreak was real, lurking beneath her carefully controlled expressions.

It was that vulnerability, perhaps, that finally opened the door he’d been knocking on for so long. The disappointment and isolation she felt had worn down her defenses, making her susceptible to the comfort he offered. Fernando had no intention of wasting the opportunity, and he was all too willing to be the one she leaned on in the absence of anyone else. In her lowest moments, he became her confidant, her solace—the one person who understood. And just like that, she had stepped deeper into his web, exactly as he’d planned.

Now, she was his. She trailed him through the paddock, attentive and loyal, ready to support him through each race, her presence as constant and obedient as a shadow. Mark remained none the wiser, still believing Fernando’s interest in the young girl was nothing more than a mentor’s concern, a natural extension of the responsibility he himself had once shouldered. Fernando had downplayed his interest masterfully, mirroring Mark’s protective demeanor to deflect any suspicion. As far as Mark knew, Fernando’s watchful eye on her was just another layer of guidance, the kind of steady hand an older driver offered to someone so young and fresh to the sport.

But reality was far different. What Mark saw as mentorship was, in truth, a claim. Fernando had woven himself so tightly into her life that she barely knew where her decisions ended and his influence began. He’d become her confidant, her anchor, someone she trusted implicitly in a world that had already let her down. And it was exactly where he wanted her—close, loyal, and bound to him in ways no one else understood. He enjoyed the secrecy, the quiet knowledge that she was his alone, that beneath the facade of support was a bond infinitely more possessive and profound than anyone could guess.

Mark would probably have a heart attack if he could see her now. Unknowingly being corrupted by a man old enough to be her father. To Mark, she was still the eager young driver he’d taken under his wing, the one he’d been so careful to shield from the darker side of racing, convinced that her talent deserved nothing but purity and respect. He’d trusted Fernando to do the same, to protect her from the sport’s rougher edges and ensure she stayed on a path untainted by power games or external ambition.

But if he saw her now, standing so close to Fernando, her loyalty already shifting, her trust reshaped and twisted into something far more complicated, Mark’s world would shatter. Fernando had blurred those boundaries with practiced ease, taking on the role of mentor only to turn it into something far more personal, drawing her in with that slow, calculated charm. In Mark’s eyes, Fernando was still the veteran teammate who’d promised to look after her; in reality, he was the one leading her astray, and she was far too ensnared to even see it.

Like Fernando said, it was easy to claim the situation was morally wrong. Not when he’d finally gotten a taste of her. Now that he’d tasted what he’d been chasing, he knew there was no turning back. Right and wrong had become blurred concepts, abstract lines that faded the closer she came to him.

He could still see the way her eyes softened when she looked at him, the way she trusted him without question—a trust he knew he hadn’t earned the way she believed. But for Fernando, that trust only deepened his claim, reinforcing the thrill of having crossed every boundary they weren’t supposed to. It was too late for second thoughts, too late for restraint. Now, she was his, and nothing—certainly not something as frail as morality—was going to change that.

The fabric barely covered her upper thighs, the microskirt hugging her form in a way that was almost scandalous. Fernando couldn’t help but admire his own handiwork; investing in that tiny skirt had been a stroke of brilliance. He’d indulged her all day, sparing no expense as he treated her, rewarding her with anything her heart desired. And now, as she stood in front of the mirror, twirling slightly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction, he saw just how perfectly it fit. One small movement, a shift of her hips or a slight bend, and it would leave nothing to the imagination.

He’d carefully, steadily eased her out of her former constraints, erasing any trace of modesty she once had. Modesty was a useless relic now, one she had no reason to cling to. Fernando had made sure of that, just as he’d ensured she understood she no longer needed to hide from him—or from anyone. She was his now, accessible to him whenever he wanted, and she understood that fully. There was no pretense left, no hesitation; she was exactly where he wanted her.

Fernando smirked in satisfaction as she twirled around to show it off at various angles. Normally skirts weren't his thing but this one was fucking hot. The pleated material sat comfortably on her hips and ended just below her pussy.With a newfound energy and confidence Oscar practically glowed. “I love it, papi ,”she exclaimed, her voice bright with delight. The words hung in the air between them, a mix of admiration and something deeper that made his pulse quicken. He could see how the skirt had transformed her, drawing out a boldness that only amplified her allure. It was a perfect reflection of what he had nurtured in her, the shift from shy naivety to unapologetic self-assurance. In that moment, surrounded by her laughter and enthusiasm, Fernando felt a surge of possessiveness; she was his creation, and he couldn’t help but relish in the satisfaction of knowing he’d awakened this side of her.

For the longest time he’d built up her confidence. Their shared time at Alpine had crippled her self esteem and she constantly felt insecure in the way she looked. Wondering why on earth Fernando Alonso, who could have anyone, had chosen her. But it was so liberating to be his. With Fernando she could turn off her brain and not subject herself to thinking. He always told her she was far too pretty to concern herself with that. He’d broken her down to her deeply concealed but authentic self unbeknownst to her.

When racing was no longer an option, he’d been right there, stepping in to fill the void. As she struggled with the loss of her dreams, he had eased her pain, quietly reinforcing the bond between them. Now, with him, there was no need to fret over what was next. All that mattered was being by his side, supporting him, just as he had been there to support her. The complexities of the past faded away; now her world revolved around him. She embraced her role wholeheartedly, finding a sense of purpose in being his confidante, his partner, a steadfast presence in his life. Being there for Fernando, creating a home they shared, acting as his perfect stay at home girlfriend felt like the fulfillment of something she hadn’t even known she’d needed.

They settle into a routine quickly. Fernando comes home from a long day at the factory and Oscar’s there concentrated over the stove wearing a slutty little apron that had been gifted to her by Fernando. It’s a tiny piece of fabric that barely covers the front of her, some of her cleavage spilling out of the sides that may or may not have been Fernando’s intention. And of course, it's backless so her sweet bubble butt is greeting him as soon as he walks in the door. His gaze follows down to the matching thigh highs she has on, hand-picked from their extensive collection paired with an adorable pair of kitten heels. Fernando found himself entranced, unable to look away as he took in the sight before him. It felt as if time had stopped; the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them in this intimate moment. He studied how the thigh-highs clung to her skin, the way they transformed her from a young girl into someone undeniably sultry. In these moments, she wasn’t just Oscar; she was a vision, and he could feel a primal need rising within him.

“Hi honey,” she rests her hand on his shoulder to lean in, kissing his cheek gently. “How was work?”

“Long. Dinner better be ready,” Fernando demands. There’s a hard edge to his voice that makes Oscar’s knees weak with lust. It’s the kind of edge that promises bruises and sore hips come morning.

“Few more minutes.”

Fernando groans dramatically, and Oscar purses her lips against a smile. “Just while the potatoes crisp. Let me take your jacket.”

Fernando does just that, letting Oscar trail her fingertips over his shoulders in a slow, teasing manner, finally getting the chance to really admire the suit he had worn today. It's grey, with a crisp white undershirt that exposes itself more with every tug, a far cry from the usual team wear that Aston Martin has Fernando in usually.. The green tie looks good against his skin, tan and unmarked- a fact Oscar wants to change.

She pulls the jacket off and takes it to the closet by the front door, hanging it up and diligently doing up the buttons at the bottom so it wouldn’t wrinkle.

“That apron looks so good on you, mi amor ,” Fernando purrs.

“Thank you, sir,” Oscar blushes, feeling the familiar pull in her gut at his words.

“House looks good too. Thank you for cleaning up.”

“It’s my job,” she brushes off the praise as if she hadn’t been dying to hear it all day.

Fernando smiles. “I know. You’re just my cute little housewife. What else would you do all day if I’m not around to fuck you?”

Hot white liquid iron burns through her veins. Her cheeks go red, chest squeezing. “Nothing. I wouldn’t do anything.”

Fernando sighs dreamily. “House smells great too.”

As if on cue the oven beeps.

Oscar smiles and takes Fernando’s hand gently, guiding him over to the dining table and pulling out the chair for him.

Fernando slides in, sitting patiently while Oscar fixes his plate for him. She piles it high, probably more than what Fernando could realistically eat on his diet, and serves it in front of him with as much grace as she can muster.

A hand trails up the back of her thighs, leaving a gentle smack on her round cheeks. His fingertip brushes against the lace just about covering her cunt, teasing and coy. “Thank you, honey, you’re such a good girl for me.”

There it is again. Good girl .

The praise and the pet names are sending her to outer space.

If she was floating on her own, she’s completely discombobulated now. It doesn’t even feel like she has a body, mouth full of love that coats her throat so thick she could barely speak. “Thank you.”

“Thank you, cariña . Does mi linda pequeña esposa want to keep me warm while I eat?”

Oscar nods dumbly. “Yes please.”

Fernando sits back a little.

Oscar gracefully goes to her knees, careful of her apron that flattens across his thighs. She shuffles around awkwardly to settle between her husband’s.

Fernando doesn’t move to help her, just starts eating quietly above her.

Beneath the table, it’s like a little cave, only adding to her floaty headspace. It’s so safe here between Fernando’s legs, like nothing in the world could ever hurt her. She trusts him completely and knows Fernando will take care of her no matter what, even if the sky begins to fall or oceans rise, he’ll keep her safe.

She loves Fernando’s thighs. She rubs over them in the suit appreciatively just once, adoring the strength of muscle beneath her palms before she goes for his belt, undoing it carefully. The click of the metal resonates in the air as she pulls it open, along with the button on his slacks.

Oscar carefully pulls his soft cock from his pants and underwear. Her mouth is already filling with drool as she gives him a tentative lick, earning a warning grunt. She’s not there to get him off, she’s there to keep him warm, so that’s what she does, pulling the soft, thick head into her mouth, letting the heavy weight settle across her tongue.

“Fixing me dinner,” Fernando cards his fingers in the soft golden hairs in his lap. “Cleaning the house, getting on your knees for me, you’re such a buena esposa for para mi huh?”

Oscar hums in appreciation around him, sucking softly.

She could stay there forever, Fernando stroking her hair while she keeps him warm. She feels so useful like this, so loved and cherished.

Oscar lets her eyes slip shut, sucking every now and again but never enough to get her off no matter how much she aches to feel him hit the back of her throat and choke her on his dick.

Tap.

Oscar tries not to smile around the cock in her mouth. She taps Fernando’s thigh back.

She has such a good husband, always checking on her and caring for her. Her heart soars with unrefined love.

Time passes strangely like this, much as it had the entire day. It takes her a moment to register Fernando’s words sometime later. “I’m finished amor , put me up now.”

Oscar whimpers. She doesn’t want to move.

“Quit being such a cockslut and listen to me.” his voice goes sharper.

Wanting to be good for him, she pulls off with a wet pop.

She’s not ready to get up yet, she feels at home here. Her mind helpfully supplies this is your place. Cook for him, clean for him, get him off. It’s what you’re meant to do.

Oscar knows it’s a terrible, outdated belief, a gross, nasty stereotype of a wife. It’s not realistic. It’s barbaric. But being that for Fernando gets her off like nothing else.

Giving in, she tucks Fernando back into his pants and crawls out from under the table, wiping at the spit coating her lips. Eyes wide, she stares up at Fernando for a second, drinking him in.

Fernando gives her plenty of time, petting her cheek while he regathers himself enough to stagger to his feet.

“Why don’t you go start dishes.” He commands easily, giving Oscar the direction she so craves.

Oscar nods. Right, she needs to keep up with her house duties even when her husband is here.

She gathers Fernando’s plate and clears off the remnants into the trash, carrying it over to the sink.

Oscar fills it up with water, well aware of Fernando watching her closely. His gaze scorches everywhere it touches, lighting her on fire with a burning intensity.

She keeps her eyes on the dishes in the sink, not even looking up as the man approaches her.

“Dinner was so good, cariña ,” he kisses her cheek, wandering hands trailing anywhere they can reach. “I think you deserve a treat.”

Oscar gulps. “Thank you.”

Fernando slowly gets down on his knees behind her and oh, Oscar knows where this is going.

She’s spreading her legs apart before Fernando even asks, getting down on her elbows in front of the sink happily.

“What a slut. I didn’t even tell you what your treat is and you’re already acting like this?”

“Mm excited papi, I’ve been waiting all day,” she bites his lip.

Fernando reaches back up under her apron, pulling the thong down and off this time so she’s nude beneath it, helping her step out of them so she doesn’t trip. Fernando tosses them somewhere behind them and pulls the apron up once again to get access to Oscar’s tits. Instead of throwing it over as he had done previously though, he lets the fabric fall back around her front, and that is a feeling in and of itself. It’s lewd and tantalizing to feel the soft brush of his hair against her ass as he noses up her thigh, but then Fernando is grabbing handfuls of her butt, pulling her cheeks apart so he can lavish a broad swipe of his tongue before she can get used to any one sensation of the multitude she’s feeling right now.

Oscar moans, loud and unabashed. It feels so good, even with the plug that blocks her from licking the place she most wants him to the most. The burn of his beard is wonderful, she hopes her thighs will stay pink with the itchy scratches after this, wants to feel it every time she sits down and be brought back to this moment.

She gets so lost in the wet, hot tongue prodding at her rim and sucking in places just to make her squeal she forgets what she’s supposed to be doing.

Luckily Fernando is there to remind her, to tell her what to do when she can’t think for herself. “Do the dishes, baby, be a good girl.”

She nods frantically as if Fernando could see her.

Hands shaking, she grabs the plate in the sink, scrubbing over it. It doesn’t get clean nearly as well as it needs to, but she can’t manage to do a good job when Fernando’s tongue is poking at her rim, licking her most intimate area.

She’s going to explode.

“Papi, please,” she whimpers, practically speedrunning the dishes. She doesn’t care, she can’t care, it feels too good. It’s too vulgar, too lewd, the way his tongue laps around the base of the plug still in her ass, licks over her slit, and leaves trails of spit that leaves her feeling wet and needy. “I’m finished!” she announces, all but throwing the final fork. “I’m finished, please!”

Fernando pulls back, breath hot against her in the confined space. “Good job, baby. Why don’t you finish cleaning up the rest and come join me when you’re done?” he asks with one final squeeze of her ass.

Fernando stands, already walking off towards the living room again, completely unaffected while Oscar can hardly stand, panting helplessly against the sink on wobbly knees.

It’s probably killing him to not help clean up, Oscar can’t help but think. Fernando always helps clean up, especially since he’s near useless when it comes to actually cooking.

“Yes , papi,” she calls back. Even her voice trembles.

Mind blissfully blank, she makes quick work of clearing off the table and packing up the leftovers to eat later when they’re done with the scene, trying not to think about the spit slicked between her cheeks that slide with every step she takes.

Soon enough she’s drifting over to the couch where Fernando is sitting with his thighs wide apart, arms stretched over the back of the couch looking relaxed and comfortable.

He perks up when he notices Oscar approaching, sitting up a little in his spot.

“There she is, mi hermosa esposa. Come here,” he pats his thigh invitingly.

Oscar floats over to him, not hesitating to straddle his thigh and settle onto his leg.

Fernando pulls her in for a kiss, tender and sweet. Oscar clutches at the button-up shirt he wears, holding onto the fabric like a lifeline when that hand settles back into her hair, using it to tug her neck back. She can’t even cringe away at the tickle of his lips against her neck, kissing and sucking at the skin as if she didn’t already wear bruises from their activities the night before, and the night before that, and the night before that-

Fernando works at the skin until it turns pink beneath his tongue, lapping down her neck until he’s at her chest. He pushes the material of her apron up, the sleeves around her shoulders doing nothing to hold the top of it up anymore. The second her chest is exposed, Fernando is latching on to her nipples, pinching one while he kisses and sucks on the other.

Oscar can’t help but grind down against his thigh at the feeling, and the lewd sight is something even better, going straight to her cunt to watch how his husband sucks at her chest, moving on to the other nipple to give it the same treatment. They pebble under his touch, giving him something to nip at that makes Oscar gasp pathetically. She’s so sensitive there, a fact Fernando knew well with how often he exploited it.

The sound only encourages him to bite down harder, pulling the delicate nubs, twisting to make her squirm and plead for more. “ Papi , please!”

“No,” he chastises with a pinch to her ass. “You don’t ask for anything tonight, got it muñeca ? You take what I give you.”

Oscar jolts, nodding along quickly to show that she gets it, she does, she can’t think but she can understand her place, she can be good.

Fernando gives her poor boobs a break. Her nipples ache in the chilled air when he pulls back with another order. “Lay down for me, okay baby? Put your legs in my lap.”

Oscar eagerly does just that, resting her head on the armrest she had been bent over this morning.

She stretches long, porcelain legs out over Fernando’s lap, eager to know where this is going to go.

Fernando smirks, stroking over her hairless legs covered in the white sheen of the thigh highs. His chuckle is low and dark as he asks, “You’re just a pretty little fucktoy, aren’t you? You don’t even think, you just do whatever I say huh?”

The subtle degradation wedges its way beneath her skin, searing into her flesh like a brand.

“Yes papi , just for you.”

“That’s right because what am I?” Fernando asks, hand hovering over her but refusing to touch her neglected cunt so it’s dripping between her legs.

“ Papi !” Oscar whines. “You’re my esposo .”

She lays there beneath the harsh glow of the tv in the slowly darkening room, completely naked and exposed for Fernando. Her cunt- dripping down her thighs now- twitches in approval, the lovebites littering her neck and chest throbbing.

“That’s right, baby. You belong to me,” Fernando takes her in hand, slowly rubbing down her slit, drawing a cry of relief from her. “Your body belongs to me. I can do whatever I want to you huh?”

Tap.

“Yes papi , anything.” he agrees mindlessly.

Tap.

“Good. Now you’re going to lay here and let me play with you while I watch tv. I need something to do with my hands,” he says dismissively, sitting back against the couch.

Like she’s nothing but a toy. Literally.

Fernando won’t even look at her.

The first stroke of his hand makes her hips jerk up, chasing the feeling she’s long burned for. Fernando lets her get away with it once, something for which Oscar is grateful. It takes a lot of mental energy to stay still after that. She clings onto the couch, pinches the fabric of his slacks, claws at the cushions, anything to keep her from squirming around in the cruel, painfully slow touch.

Burning . She’s burning up.

Oscar’s flush grows down the length of her chest, the tight ball in his abdomen becoming a solid rock of arousal. She bites her lip to contain her needy sobs, on the verge of begging for more, endlessly more. All she can think anymore is how desperate she is to cum, to find release.

He’s doing nothing but fingering her but it feels like it goes on for hours, her cuny tightening and tightening with every languid stroke, every swipe of his thumb over her clit or rough pounding of her G-spot..

She pants and rocks up but Fernando takes his hand away when she does. At least she earns his gaze back on her, even if it’s accompanied with his ire. “No. You’re going to lay there and take it, got it?”

It’s almost more painful to not be touched right now so she nods and cries into the cushions.

She’s completely on display like this, but she imagines that’s what Fernando wants. A good wife to spread their legs for him whenever he wants for however long he wants. Fernando has all the control here, every last ounce of it. She’s never felt more safe . Taken care of. She leaves it all up to Fernando, trusting him to know what’s best for her, and if being edged well into the night is what’s best for her, she’d take it and say thank you for delicious torture.

“Thank you, papi,” she breathes out in response to the thought, trying to keep her hips still. She’s so overstimulated though it’s agonising. The muscles in her abdomen tense with the urge to fuck into his hand until she cums.

“For what?”

“Taking care of me!” Her hips jerk anyways.

“Stupid slut can’t listen,” Fernando takes ahold of her thighs, holding her down cruelly. “What happened to my good girl huh? You’re being a bad-”

“Yellow.”

Fernando freezes.

“Yellow.” She repeats, tears squeezing free from the corners of her eyes.

He removes his hands from Oscar.

The comedown is painful without the stimulation but it’s necessary.

“Are you okay?” Fernando asks, worry soaking his words.

“I’m not…” she struggles to say it. She doesn’t want to fuss or disappoint but if he says one more word like that Oscar will want to do nothing more than curl up and hide. “I’m sorry.”

“No amo r, tell me.”

“I know I was being bad but… I don’t want you to say that I’m bad. It makes me feel… bad. Not in a sexy fun kind of way tonight, not like this.”

That’s the best explanation she can give for it. It’s not the most eloquent phrasing but it’s hard to describe how being told she’s bad makes her feel. It latches onto her heart and squeezes all the blood out, it turns her skin to ice and freezes over the rational part of her brain that knows Fernando loves her. It hurts .

“Okay,” Fernando’s tone is comforting, so full of understanding. “So no punishments?”

“Umm… no. Not tonight. I’m not trying to get out of it!” she tacks on at the end.

“Hey, I know. I know what you’re trying to say. If you don’t want to hear stuff like that then I won’t say stuff like that tonight.”

Her voice comes out smaller than she meant for it to. “Just tell me I’m good?”

“I can do that,” Fernando smiles softly. “Now, what’s your colour? Do you need a break?”

“I’m good,” she finds her wrist.

Tap.

Tap.

“Why don’t I take mi dolce esposa to bed then, huh?” Fernando coos, falling back into the role with ease. He takes hold of Oscar’s clit again, playing with it lightly. “You gonna spread your legs for me? Take my cock like a good girl?”

Oscar bucks into his touch, delighting when there’s no reprimand for it. “Yes papi. ”

“Good, get up then,” he slaps a hand down on Oscar’s ass, drawing a whimper from her as she scrambles to get up.

Oscar may be slightly taller, but Fernando is strong.

He stands and scoops Oscar up bridal style in one fell swoop, surprising her as she yelps and clings to him at the sudden change.

Oscar adjusts quickly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Fernando’s beautiful eyes land on Oscar’s before he’s pulling her in for a kiss, so much softer and sweeter than the rest of the night had been.

When he pulls back, he carries them down the hall to their bedroom, flicking on the lights on his way past the threshold.

“Hands and knees, baby,” Fernando tosses her down onto the bed.

Oscar forces her body to move, pulls herself up onto her hands and knees.

Impatiently Fernando grabs hold of the plug, Oscar gasping out a whine as it’s pulled out of her and tossed to the sheets. She’s left empty and gaping as Fernando undoes his pants again, though not for long as he slips two fingers inside of her ass and then three deep into her cunt to make sure she’s stretched well enough. Once he deems it sufficient, he pulls his fingers out, Oscar quaking with anticipation.

The zipper of his pants is deafening.

Fernando doesn’t even bother taking his pants off all the way, just pushing them down around his thighs with his boxers to pull his cock free, lubing it up and sliding into her cunt so fast Oscar can hardly keep up. That same zipper digs into her ass painfully but she can’t find it in herself to care, adoring the mixture of pain alongside the bliss of finally being full of Fernando’s cock. “Fuck baby,” Fernando breathes. “You feel so good. You’re my good girl huh?”

“Yes, yes, I’m your good girl papi, I-” she can’t even finish the sentence, wind knocked out of her as Fernando starts fucking her, never giving her time to adjust. He knows she doesn’t need it, he knows a slut like his wife can take it.

Tap.

Tap.

Oscar waits to feel that shock of pleasure, for Fernando to start really fucking her, but it never comes.

He’s not even trying.

They have had sex so many times Oscar has lost count. They’ve done it in every position imaginable, in every location possible , it doesn’t matter, Fernando knows where her G-spot is, how to fuck her to make her see stars.

But as Fernando begins thrusting in and out, he doesn’t even try to aim, using her like… like a cock sleeve.

She sobs, trying to fuck herself back on his cock to hit it herself but Fernando doesn’t let her.

She opens her mouth to beg, but remembers his earlier words. She’s not allowed. She can’t beg, she can’t move, the best she can do is let herself be used, dragged back and forth, fucked but never good enough.

It’s because it’s not about you. It’s about making him feel good, your pleasure comes second.

She cries freely, overwhelmed with the feeling of it.

Fernando speeds up, thrusts becoming uneven. “I’ve got the perfect esposa huh, baby?”

Yes, yes, yes, I’m the perfect wife I’m good for you, I’m so good please-

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby, you’re so good for me,” Fernando soothes.

She didn’t even notice she was talking out loud.

Fernando cums, hips stuttering and stalling inside her. The way he fills her up is amazing, she loves it, but she needs to cum already holy shit “mm take all my cum pequena …want to give you a baby mi amor , you’d look so pretty knocked up from a dirty old man like me, the perfect mami to our kids.”

She’s held in place as her husband comes down from his high. When he’s ready to move again, Fernando pulls out, the lewd feeling of cum dribbling out of her making her sob all over again.

He turns Oscar over onto her back, tracing teasingly over her clit once again and scooping back up the cum left oozing from her opening, before fucking it roughly back in with his fingers..

“Oh god, Papi, papi, papi-” she chants and cries. She can’t last, there’s no chance, it feels too good, too much after too long.

She spills over Fernando’s hand in record time. She stops breathing, muscles seized up as she finally finds the well sought-after relief she’s needed all day. Her eyes squeeze shut, clinging onto Fernando who works her through the blinding, all-encompassing pleasure. Her vision goes white, head spinning, ears ringing, every muscle in her body locked up painfully tight with each shot of cum that drapes over Fernando’s hand.

Slowly, she remembers to breathe.

Suddenly everything is so overwhelming.

She clings onto Fernando sobbing into his shoulder. The stupid button-up shirt is still there, blocking him from the skin-on-skin contact she needs right now.

“Hey, I’m here,” strong arms wrap around her, holding her tight. Fernando’s voice is quiet and soft, familiar with the way the more intense scenes like this can overwhelm Oscar.

She knows that. She never doubts it for a second. “I love you.”

“I love you too. You okay?”

Oscar nods into his neck. “Mm floating.”

“How about we take a bath? And I can pamper my beautiful wife.”

Oscar giggles at the term. “You’d have to actually marry me first.”

Fernando stiffens.

The reaction is unusual, to say the least. Did they not just spend an entire day pretending to be husband and wife? How many times did Fernando call her his wife today, a million?

She must have said something wrong though. Did Fernando not enjoy this? Or was it the thought of marriage that made him clam up?

He’s pulling away before Oscar is ready, leaving her sitting on the bed shivering.

“I’m gonna go start the bath alright? You just sit here and look pretty,” Fernando strokes over her cheek before disappearing out the door.

The tears that beat at the corner of her eyes are unbidden but she couldn’t control them if she tried. Her body feels weak and sluggish, she needs Fernando back to hold her, to tell her it’s alright, that she did good. Why would he leave her like that? Why would he stiffen up and get all weird?

It’s as if she blinked and Fernando is back, shushing her gently and cupping his hands in her slightly smaller ones. “Hey, baby, what’s wrong?”

Oscar just shakes her head. She can’t say the words.

“Do you still want a bath?”

She nods.

Fernando helps her stand, holding her tight through the cramped hallway as they make their way to the bathroom.

The mirror is already beginning to fog up, something she’s grateful for. She doesn’t even want to know how much of a wreck she looks like right now.

She steps out of her stockings and heels and slides into the warm water, sighing in relief. The warm water replaces some of the cold that had seeped into her bones, made even better as Fernando slides into the tub behind her after hastily shucking out of his own clothes.

Things are quiet and hazy as she comes down.

Fernando respects that, only engaging her in conversation when he’s ready.

“Are you okay, Oscar?”

The use of her name brings her out of the fog just a bit. Absently she realizes she hasn’t heard it very often today, maybe once this morning? She doesn’t know.

“Yeah,” she replies.

“What got you so upset?”

What’s she supposed to say? ‘You don’t want to marry me’? No. Nu uh.

“Nothin. It was just a lot.”

Fernando wraps his arms around Oscar’s chest, squeezing. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“You still seem down. Did you not enjoy something about tonight?”

Pretty eyes plead with her over her shoulder. She sighs, willing the tears that well up inside back again. Her voice is thick as she says, “You don’t want to marry me.”

“What? Oscar.”

There's her name again. That’s her. Oscar. He’s not a wife, just Oscar.

“Look at me.”

She looks up slowly. Fernando smiles sweetly, reassuring with a chaste kiss to her bitten lips.

“I would love to call you my wife for real,” Fernando grins.

“Really? Even if Mark kills you.”

“Really. Especially if Mark tries to kill me. Can we talk about it more when you can think a little better?”

At that Oscar can’t help but huff out a laugh. “Yeah. I don’t think I’ve ever came so hard in my life.”

Fernando bonks his head against Oscar’s shoulder, letting him know everything will be okay.

Oscar’s hand finds his, and while he struggles with the words, he lets him know he feels his reassurance.

It wasn’t much—just a touch, a small gesture—but it was enough. He didn’t need words to convey the weight of his reassurance; he simply wanted Oscar to know he was here, unwavering.

After a pause, Oscar’s fingers slide over Fernando’s, hesitant but steady, finally resting over his hand. She glances down, struggling to find the right words, but in the silence, her grip tightens, a quiet thank you that says everything she can’t. In that unspoken exchange, surrounded by nothing but the soft hum of the world around them, Oscar lets Fernando’s presence settle her nerves, reassured by the comfort of knowing she’s not alone in this.

[chuluoyi]

this brainrot is totally bc i’ve been watching house of the dragon and the elusive samurai—🤧

you, a princess, is named the heir of the shogunate since your father the shogun has no living son. it’s a very controversial decision as no female has become a shogun in history—many parties are unhappy with you as the heir apparent

and then life as you know it ends when they throw a coup, depose the shogun and are after your life. you thought you’ll give in and just commit suicide to die a honorable death like your father, until at the last minute, you are saved by a shady priest claiming his eyes can see above and beyond—

gojo satoru looks like a bogus but he is strong, resourceful and apparently is blessed as he is the host for a god. a god amongst men, they dubbed him

and he has sworn his loyalty to you. together, you walk the tedious journey to reclaim your throne . . .

[marvelmaniac715]

The Lords in Black and Webby as content creators (they’re still siblings and they perhaps all lived in one Content House):

Wiggly:

Wiggly is your standard Big YouTuber - think Pewdiepie or MrBeast without the philanthropy. He’s gotten into feuds with EVERYONE and is highly controversial, his fans are mostly Dude Bros who excuse his actions because “Wiggly’s based, dude”. Nobody can quite figure out how he got so popular but any attempts to get his accounts deleted were stopped in their tracks by his loyal fans. He plays a lot of video games.

Pokey:

He’s a cover artist who has a Rachel Berry sized ego. He thinks he’s the best thing since sliced bread, and is actually better than that because bread can’t sing. He’s been booked as the opening act for a few bands so that inflated his god complex, but really he’s semi-average at best, the guy with a guitar at a party who’ll say “Anyway, here’s Wonder Wall”. He doesn’t have as many fans because although he’s proud of his voice he doesn’t like being seen, so he always has an avatar on screen to sing through (see what I did there?) alas, he is quite the elusive figure and he’s only ‘famous’ because of his family.

Tinky:

He’s the wacky, zany challenge guy who tries to break world records or play pranks on his siblings, he’s done at least twenty “Calling _blank_ at 3 am” videos and a lot of them are centred around FNAF. He also posts conspiracy theories and has been cancelled numerous times for stalking smaller YouTubers such as the Alpha Male influencer Ted Spankoffski. He’s rarely featured in his family’s videos for many reasons.

Blinky:

Blinky is a commentary YouTuber who reacts to various movies and tv shows. He’s famous in his own right because he picks up on small details in what he watches and is scarily good at figuring out where the plot is going - his viewers have an ongoing challenge amongst themselves to try and make him watch something that he can’t work out the ending of, but they haven’t been successful yet. Overall Blinky is pretty chill, he doesn’t get into controversies and he’s decent enough to anyone he interacts with - he’s genuinely nice to his fans and is a bit confused as to why his videos blew up.

Nibbly:

A Mukbang YouTuber as well as a chef and beauty influencer (on the side). He is just the sweetest ray of sunshine, with his signature bright smile and sign-off of “Remember, friends, spread kindness throughout the world, because we deserve more smiles!” He’s overlooked by his brothers when it comes to making content but he doesn’t mind; people are drawn to his enthusiasm and he’s one of the most popular brothers alongside Blinky because of the chill vibes he emanates - he’s the only one who’ll collaborate with Webby.

Webby:

Webby was kicked out of the Content House in disgrace when she spoke out against Wiggly’s cruel behaviour. She mostly dances but she also does song covers and fashion videos - a lot of her fans see her as an older sister because her videos are very informal, like you’re talking to your best friend over the phone. She also raises awareness for social issues and has launched several successful fundraising campaigns to help as many people as possible. Some people call her the Guardian Angel of YouTube.

[starryschoolgirl]

Baby Love Masterlist

The exploration of the rocky relationship between America's icon and his softspoken girl whom the nation coined his "Blushing Baby" due to the controversial age difference, but he's just lovingly coined her his Babylove (& a series of other petnames).

Warning: This universe series explores struggles with religion, infidelity, emotional maturity, substance abuse, age differences, sex (like a lot), and more to come that I will throw back in here when the time is right. Do enjoy.

PSA: This is all from 2nd person point of view (you/your type reading), but the name used instead of y/n will be Cosette Chevalier. Truthfully I don't plan to write it all in order I'm just exploring right now.

Helpful Posts For Digesting Baby Love The Chevalier-Kennedy Connection Baby Love Family Tree

Baby Love Installments Circa 1968 March: Elusive Engagement June: Good Husbandry August: Responsibilities of Marriage More to come

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

The Disgraced Prince

CHAPTER FIVE: The Duke of York and I

My name is Ethan Clarke, and I'm Prince Andrew's lover. If you read the first installment to this story, you learned that His Majesty, Charles III's PR chief, James Cole hired me to keep Andrew; whose behavioral antics throughout his career as a Royal brought scandal and disgrace to the British Royal Family in line for the firm. More importantly, keeping his tryst between his new fuck boy a secret.

I considered how lucky I was, as the prince was still a very handsome man. At 64 years of age he stood at 6 feet, with a full head of thick whitish hair, and blue eyes with just a hint of mischief in them. His shoulders were broad, and he had a prominent belly which only made him that much more attractive in my eyes. Even though he'd yell at me and make me obey his commands, no matter how outrageous. He would have his way with me until HE was satisfied. I knew my goal was to please His Highness and invariably this would lead to my own pleasure.

After we had breakfast, Andrew asked me if I wanted to go riding with him. I said yes, even though I've never rode a horse before. We jumped into his Range Rover and drove to the grounds of Windsor Castle for his usual Saturday morning ride. The Duke cut a casual figure in a burgundy shirt and black trousers, with a Champion riding hat and riding boots, while out for a canter. Andrew is an elusive figure these days, having permanently resigned from all his public duties following controversy over his friendship with convicted paedophile Jeffrey Epstein and since then, he has not been seen in public often.

Dirty thoughts were running through my mind as I watched the prince during a break from exercising his horses. I looked at the outline of his cock through his black trousers and smiled at myself for knowing the taste of his treat. He knew I was watching him with more than just a little interest, but he just stared off onto the leafy grounds. Although I wanted to move over to him and start up with him, I stayed on my horse and just enjoyed the view.

Back at the stable, I was complaining about my ass hurting from the ride to see Andrew standing there, blatantly looking me over from head to toe. He also adjusted himself and rubbed his crotch before saying, "So was it the horse or me that gave you a sore ass," followed by a big laugh and a hard smack to the ass.

Next thing I know, Andrew was standing there with his swelling cock in his hand. I looked up at him and saw that big, stupid grin on his face. Then back down at his now stiff, a full 8" of royal cock. Well, giving in to lustful temptation was the only thing I was good at, so I put my hand around it and slowly jacked it. He then pulled me into a nearby empty stall, before I fell onto my knees in front of him. I stared at his boner for a moment then took his helmet in my mouth and sucked at it. I was licking him with vigor as I felt my cock flutter uncomfortably in my trouser. I reached down and unzipped them, allowing my prick to fall out, leaking precum onto the hay covered floor.

"That's it. I love that." Andrew said encouragingly.

I began bobbing my head up and down his shaft while I jerked my cock, he let go of my head and wrapped his hand around his wet cock, stroking generously.

Just then, someone entered the stable. We quickly zipped up and looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but no one had, so Andrew headed out. I followed him eagerly, and my cock was dripping in anticipation. Next thing I knew, we we're in his Range Rover speeding back to the Royal, nearly running over some guy's dog. By the time we got back to the estate, I was afraid he wasn't interested anymore as he sent on an errand. And when I returned, he was in the sitting room.

The lights were dim, Andrew had changed, sitting in a chair sprawled out and watching television. With a big grin on his face, he waves me over as I notice his hand stroke his hard cock through his pants. Once in front of him, he points down and quickly drop to my knees.

"Blow me."

What a dominate sexy fucking god of a man I thought as I slide my hands up his legs towards his crotch. Feeling that girthy, long cock through the pants, it takes every muscle in your body not to rip his pants off then. I unzip his pants as Andrew lifts his ass so I could pull down his pants. And as I did, his underwear catches his cock and cause it to snap back against his hairy belly. I licked and sucked his nipples as I rubbed the head of his cock, spreading his pre-cum like lube. I kissed my way down his chest, leaving a trail of saliva all the way to his cock. Taking him in my mouth, I began to suck while I swirled my tongue around his boner.

Covering his cock with my spit and sliding up and down hard. Then I slide it all the way down my throat, taking the full length. Andrew throws his head back and groans as he grabs the back of my head and trusts in deeper somehow, making me gag. I went back to stroking his now wet cock.

"Did Fergie ever suck you like that?" I asked.

"The cow could never suck my cock right." He said and I said she was missing out then. "Did she ever let you fuck her in the ass?"

He yes to that, saying "She had a good ass" as my tongue lapped at his nuts while he lay there stroking himself. I it looked like he was all ready to cum and everything when he whispered, "Ride me."

I stood up and looked around for some lube, he told me he had some Vaseline in his bag in the corner. I walked over towards it and bent over to pull the Vaseline out, as I bent over, I felt him grab my legs, I looked back from under my legs and saw him kneeling behind me. I let out a sharp gasp as I felt his tongue slid up and down my sweaty crack until it pressed against my hole.

"Oh yeah." I moaned as he slid the tip of his tongue into me, tonguefucking me, eating my ass.

He did that for around five minutes till my hole must have been dripping. My cock was twitching and I wanted to touch it, but I knew I'd shoot if I did. Then Andrew stood up, took the Vaseline tub from me and started spreading Vaseline over his prick while heading back to the couch. I stood there, pinching my nipples as he lay back and spread his legs wide. Andrew had that big, stupid grin on his face again as I climbed on top of him, guiding his 8" cock into my hole with one hand and tweaking his nipple with the other. As soon as his dick made contact, he immediately thrust all 8 inches into me. I gasped loudly, so loudly in fact that I’m sure the servants in the next room heard.

Placing both my hands on his chest, I dig into it as I lifted my ass and slid back down again, telling him he could fuck me as hard as he wanted.

Andrew let me take control, so I rode his dick, stopping whenever I thought he was getting close to coming so we could kiss. After teasing him and prolonging the excitement, he was desperate to cum. Just then, the disgraced prince took charge and flipped me over. He laid me flat on my stomach and shoved his cock back up into my ass. Again, I moaned as he started pounding my ass furiously, slapping it was his free hand like he was riding a bronco.

“Oh me! Oh! Oh!” I cried out as Andrew stared fucking me hard and fast. I could feel his hot breathe on the back of my neck as I push my ass back against his crotch each time he slammed his cock into of me. Pinned under him, that was all I could do. I knew he was getting close, so it didn't take too much bouncing until that hot cock exploded inside me. He emptied his balls inside me, then pulled out and hurried to his feet.

Then as he shook the last drops of cum from the piss hole of his dick, I turned over and started jacking myself off in front of him. With his dick still in his hand, Andrew stared down at me pounding away at my engorged dick. I swear I almost enjoy him watching me play with myself as I did with him fucking me as I shot my load all over my chest and stomach.

[trashbag-usa]

it feels like a lot of people have given up on fully connecting ISWM/Engie Mark to the wider lore (aka WKM) since IRL Mark straight up told us he wasn't Actor.

but not only am i a stubborn son of a bitch, but yknow what Mark also said?

"Engineer Mark isn't Actor Mark, but Actor Mark just might be Engineer Mark."

so hear me out, y'all.

preamble; if you saw this in a yt comment section, no you didn't. (that was also me i didnt steal this i prommy-)

i have this entirely insane theory about iswm that Engineer Mark is actually Damien, but only sometimes.

the most obvious places i can spot him is in the abandoned ship with the candles ("captain needs their sleep" and whatnot), as Old Mark (specifically in the empty diner), and most definitely as the "Mark" we see as part of the finale, the one who realizes he was wrong.

Actor is allergic to admitting fault so I Don't Believe That's Him.

this explains the thematic focus on sleep and rest in these scenes, things told to Damien and told to US by DARK several times.

("Don't remember" anyone?)

speaking of Dark, it explains why he isn't there. we DO however see the suspiciously Darkiplier-esqe Ms. Whitacre, which it isn't controversial to say atp is CLEARLY Celine.

that is, until the universe does its final kablooey and Dark as we know him, Damien attributes and all, comes to take the warp-crystal.

and besides, think about it.

given Actor's whole goal in all this, as laid out in the Damien Project, do you REALLY think he would write a story in which all problems arise from HIS OWN NEGLIGENCE? NO!

that would make him a villain, and all he ever wants is to be portrayed as the hero, literally for eternity!

but you know what i think he would do? set up a farce for the most troublesome of his "co-stars".

you, the viewer, want genuine choices? you want to have some real control over the story? some responsibility? FINE.

everyone looks to you, but under your leadership everything goes wrong, no matter what. you don't know why, but you're actively villinized and the harder you try to go back and fix things, achieve an "ending" on your own, the more people HATE you. the more the thought that maybe there IS something wrong with you specifically will stick in your mind as a possibility.

all these options, but none of them "right", creating MORE suffering instead of fixing it just to find that ever elusive end.

damien wants control of the narrative? he wants his old friend, you, the District Attorney to be released from his eternal story and given back to him? FINE.

here's his role back in earnest, given the possibility to engage and choose instead of intrude and twist like usual.

(yes, i do think Damien/Engineer is genuinely going down his own hopeless path while we find our own. in one of the descriptions leading to the final "Hold On/Let Go" confrontation, it says "you're not the only one making choices. you're not alone, you never were".)

he is allowed to fight for the safety of others, side by side with his closest companion, just as they did when they were alive.

BUT, the twist is Damien becomes a genuine villain. in his quest to do the altruistic thing and help at all cost, he is personally responsible for the death of LITERALLY EVERYONE EVER.

this is a personal hell for someone like Damien, as seen from WKM, all he ever seemed to want was help others and guide them towards peace.

for his actions/leadership to fail so unthinkably catastrophically, seems like the exact hell a bitter Actor would want to subject his "old friend" to for meddling. :/

Actor sets the stage for a theatrical punishment game. Mayor and Attorney, together again, taking an impossibly long stay in a personally crafted hell for the horrendous crime of ever even thinking they'd be worthy of ✨️staring roles✨️.

Actor turns you two against each other, and once Damien is brough down to the depths of despair and you have finally learned that true responsibility can lead to catastrophic, painful results, we're brought back to our proper places.

you go to a proper ending, with the Engineer role now being played by Actor once and for all, and Damien once again becomes part of Darkiplier, pocketing the warp-crystal to plant on the box in Heist.

Engineer isn't Actor, it's a role he plays when it suits him and his goals, to make his enemies suffer. he's willing to be Damien's understudy, if only for this purpose.

but at the end of the journey, Actor becomes Engineer to take in the fruits of his labor. ..and maybe invite you to a Heist while he's at it.

BUT HEY, THAT'S JUST A

very long winded """theory""" that is pretty much only insane fanfiction-

[theoutcastrogue]

the internet is rotting, as Jonathan Zittrain noted in an important (but paywalled) 2021 Atlantic article. A huge percentage of the links on the internet are broken, and there is no single authoritative, accessible universal repository that keeps track of everything. It is frighteningly easy for crucial information to slip away. ...

The practice of making changes to an article without noting that you’ve made them is called “stealth editing,” and even the New York Times does it. ... The existence of stealth editing means that it’s difficult to trust that the version of an article you click on at any given moment is the article as it was originally published. ...

I also, to my alarm, realized just how dependent we are on private publications themselves to give us access to records of their own work. Often, they keep it payawalled behind locked gates and charge you admission if you want to have a look. There are lots of sources in the Chomsky book to which you have to subscribe if you want to verify, such as this 1999 story in the Los Angeles Times about NATO’s bombing of a bus in Yugoslavia. This is a story of national importance, far too overlooked at the time, but if you don’t subscribe to the LA Times, you need research library access or a workaround if you want to read it.

Thank God for the Internet Archive, whose Wayback Machine preserves as much of the internet as they can and is invaluable for researchers trying to figure out what was once housed at now-dead links. But the Internet Archive has its limits. Social media posts, YouTube videos, paywalled Substack posts, PDFs—all can be very difficult to track down after they disappear. If a politician tweets something embarrassing, for instance, and then deletes it, it might be preserved in a screenshot. But we know screenshots are easy to fake. So where do you turn to prove satisfactorily that something was in fact said? ...

it’s very easy to lose pieces of information that seem permanent. E-books, for instance, can be changed by their publisher without the changes even being noted. You might read a book on your Amazon Kindle one day and open it up the next day to look for a quote only to find that the quote has disappeared without a trace. The Guardian, for twenty years, hosted a copy of Osama bin Laden’s “letter to the American people,” an important historical document. After the letter went viral on TikTok, the Guardian removed it from the site entirely. The New Republic did the same after an article of theirs about Pete Buttigieg caused controversy. The documents in question can still be found, but only by digging through the Internet Archive. If that ever goes down, researchers will find that trying to piece together the online past is like trying to learn about a lost civilization from excavated fragments. ...

I think that in an age where people (rightly) don’t trust the information they’re getting to be true, it needs to be as easy as possible to do research. Instead, while we have better technology than ever for sifting through information, it’s still the case that the truth is paywalled and the lies are free. If you want to “do your own research” to check on the veracity of claims, you will run headlong into a maze of broken links, paywalls, and pop-ups. How can anyone hope to find the truth when it’s so elusive, trapped behind so many toll gates? 

[lgihtspeed]

SONG OF THE SUMMER — THE DEBUT EP

SONG OF THE SUMMER is the debut EP of fictional pop group LIGHTSPEED. It was released physically and digitally on JUNE 20, 2024 by C ENTERTAINMENT. The group promoted title track LEFT RIGHT for four weeks: two weeks on Korean music shows and two weeks on American television. Their American promotions were followed by live shows in a few of the cities the members are from, including Los Angeles, New York City, and Calgary.

The album covers were designed by ASH. The physical release comes in three versions: SUN, MOON, and STAR. 

They also released six member versions of CD-only jewel cases. Shortly after the album’s initial print, they released a limited-edition vinyl, all of which were signed by one or more members.

TRACKLIST

TRACK 001. LEFT RIGHT Written by Ash Jang, Constance Im, Ev Sharpe, LABYRYNTH Composed by LABYRYNTH Arranged by LABYRYNTH

TRACK 002. GOT IT LIKE THAT Written by Ash Jang, Seo Sejun, LABYRYNTH Composed by LABYRYNTH Arranged by LABYRYNTH

TRACK 003. HAMSTERBOY Written by Constance Im, RHYTHMAGIC Composed by RHYTHMAGIC Arranged by RHYTHMAGIC

TRACK 004. BUZZING MELODIES Written by Seo Sejun, Constance Im, Ash Jang Composed by RHYTHMAGIC Arranged by RHYTHMAGIC

With lyrics entirely in English, most of the songwriting is done by the group members rather than their Korean producers. CONSTANCE and ASH quickly emerged as the group's most prolific songwriters. Production was done by C Entertainment’s new in-house producer duo RHYTHMAGIC and by elusive producer LABYRYNTH, best known for his work with Lightspeed’s label mate, SEJUN. To fans’ surprise, Sejun also made a few appearances as a lyricist, keeping with his tendencies to write songs for everyone except himself.

STATS

13:01 — TOTAL RUNTIME

20M — MV VIEWS IN 24 HOURS

90 — BILLBOARD HOT 100 PEAK

8 — THEMED DANCE PRACTICES

LOOK BOOK

The era’s styling was entirely in shades of black and white and gray. The outfits were inspired by TECHWEAR—coincidentally one of the many themed dance practices—as well as the CYBERCORE and Y2K FUTURISM aesthetics.

HIGHLIGHTS

They were clowned to hell and back for the album title. They also made a disgusting number of “Did I just write the song of the summer?” TikToks, which did not help their case. The only one that went viral was the one of Ev deadpanning the script alongside his signature stiff peace sign ending fairy pose.

The music was well-received and that made the title slightly less egregious. Then Tyler and Mia went on the record and said they didn’t like it and everyone went back to clowning it.

The division between the people with more media training (Violet and Mia) and the people with less media training (everyone else) became obvious very early on.

There were three not-quite-but-almost-there PR disasters. The first happened not long after their debut: Tyler finally deactivated his controversial Twitter account. He probably should have stopped tweeting after he passed the first IGNITE! audition but he didn’t. The fan response was split between those who supported this decision, because idols shouldn’t be tweeting shit about their peers, and those who thought maybe it’s time an idol got to talk his shit. Three days after his account was deactivated, it was reactivated again, causing, in the nicest way possible, a shitstorm on Luminosity Twitter. C Entertainment finally did a bit of damage control by releasing a statement saying that multiple people had access to the account, which no one believed.

The second one occurred during a DIY karaoke livestream where Constance was taking song suggestions from the audience and someone asked for a boy group song. She singled out the commenter, and took a leaf out of Violet’s book by responding she “couldn’t care less about boy groups” and anyway, the people in her stream should just “listen to Lightspeed instead of men.” Never mind that there are men in Lightspeed. 

The third and final close call happened in an off-handed comment Ash made. While they were discussing their favorite and least favorite moments from IGNITE!, he remarked about how poor of a representation their profile pictures were. Having recently re-edited and posted his pictures to Instagram, he had to keep going and mention that ever since he graduated from college, he doesn’t have access to legal Adobe products. Everyone else sat in silence after he revealed that until Violet forced the conversation to move along.

They filmed a dorm tour that went viral because their dorm is a house. With six bedrooms and two kitchens and a second floor. In Seoul.

Between the two centers, Mia was clearly the favored one. She was the center of every chorus and the center of every OT6 photo and styled slightly differently from the rest of the group. 

Ev’s songwriting credit on “Left Right” came from a competition the group members minus Ash and Constance held to write the second verse of the song. To almost everyone’s surprise, Ev won. He was the only person unsurprised, revealing that his university major prior to IGNITE! was English Literature.

The “Left Right” line distribution was surprisingly bad. Constance, Mia, and Tyler sang most of the song, and the rest of them were left with crumbs. #LetEvSing trended on Twitter after their album release, especially because he wrote part of the song.

SHIP RANKINGS

ASH X TYLER (ASHLER) — One of the most popular ships from IGNITE! for their past friendship. Every single publicly available pre-IGNITE! interaction—all five of them—are also subject to intense scrutinization. Haters will say they can't possibly be dating because they dap each other up too much.

MIA X TYLER (MYLER) — The two centers! They were paired together for everything. Their shared dance break in a “Left Right” special performance had a ridiculous amount of chemistry, and then they covered Trouble Maker’s “Trouble Maker.” Absolutely no moving on from that.

CONSTANCE X MIA (CONIA) — According to their shippers, Constance doesn’t look at the Mia in the same way she looks at everyone else. The evidence is in clips of the two of them making eye contact slowed down to 0.5x speed. Also, they were roommates for the entire last half of IGNITE! (Oh my god, they were roommates.)

ASH X CONSTANCE (ASHSTANCE) — They wrote almost every song together, but more importantly, in vlogs showing off the time they spent in New York, the two of them sat next to each other in every restaurant they ate at. Their alternate ship name is Cash.

TYLER X VIOLET (TYLET) — Similar to the above pairing, Tyler acts in a noticeably different way with Violet than everyone else. He’s usually easygoing and quick to laugh with everyone else—especially Mia—but he froze up in all of the one solo conversation he had on camera with Violet. Which is clearly enough to make a ship.

[cheatsru]

PUBG Hacks

PUBG hacks have become a controversial yet captivating topic within the gaming community, as players endlessly seek that elusive edge in battle royale scenarios. Beyond mere invincibility or aim assistance, today's hacks can range from enhancing situational awareness to offering real-time map insights that fundamentally shift the dynamics of gameplay. For many players, these tools evoke a sense of excitement and empowerment—an adrenaline rush akin to using secret weapons in a cinematic experience.

However, the emotional landscape surrounding PUBG hacks is complex. While some gamers embrace these methods to ensure thrilling victories or simply for the sheer enjoyment of experimentation, others argue that it diminishes the essence of competition and camaraderie inherent in gaming. As players weigh their choices between ethical play and personal advantage, discussions emerge about skill development versus reliance on shortcuts—a fascinating dichotomy that continues to fuel debates within forums and social media platforms alike. Ultimately, navigating this gray area demands not just an understanding of game mechanics but also an introspective look at one's values as a gamer.

[vulcan-bourbon]

day 3: alter egos and secret identities

villain Cuteguy & hero Hoteguy : from enemies to lovers

— Oh, lo-ok who fell into my trap ~ — Grian tries to blow away the bangs that were getting into his eyes, but instead he licks his hair back with his fingers, contentedly looking at the picture that appeared before his eyes. — Our elusive Mr. Hotguy.

He grins and inaudibly kicks the guy’s leg tied to the chair leg. He liked to feel the power over the situation and his emotions intoxicated him from what was happening so much that he even relaxed a little. It is absolutely impossible to escape from his Headquarters.

— So-o maybe you’re not so elusive, that the very defender of Hermitcraft, the hero of all Mojang, fell into the villain’s trap? — Grian smiles contentedly, winking at the hero tied hand and foot in front of him.

Hotguy himself snorts quietly, looking through his mask with emerald eyes. He felt incredibly tired all over his body after that annoying villain injected him with a sedative. Now he woke up, he was thirsty and his body ached from both new bruises and abrasions and old ones. It was a very long “game of catch-up” for Cuteguy, who tried to provoke Scar into a fight and this is what it all led to... He mutters something directly into the gag, incomprehensibly answering the question asked by the villain.

Grian blinks in surprise, not believing that Scar still has the strength to respond to barbs.

— What did you say, honey? — Xelqua grins, coming closer, enjoying the powerlessness of the victim.

But to Grian’s surprise, the man sitting next to him says something into his gag and as if louder, hoping that he will be heard. Frowning and surprised at such impudence, Grian pulls the gag from Scar's lips and looks displeased at the man.

— What? — Grian snorts not contentedly.

— I’m saying... — Scar says in a hoarse voice, clearing his throat, and then raising his face and looking with malice at his personal villain. — You could have just asked me out on a date instead of kidnapping me and dragging me to God knows where.

Cuteguy immediately turns red in the face, inhaling noisily through his nostrils and looks in surprise at the victim who has lost his fear. Although, of course, the assertion that Hotguy had “fear” of Cuteguy is controversial.

— You..., — Grian exhales, trying to find the words. It seemed to him that the whole situation was in his hands, but how did it happen that as soon as Hotguy spoke, everything collapsed at that very second. How much this infuriated Grian...

— Yes, I know that I’m handsome, good-looking, and redstoners are crazy about me, but if you asked me on a date, I wouldn’t refuse you. Honesty to Hotguy.

Cuteguy's face managed to turn pale, red and inscrutable in just a couple of minutes.

— Fine. — Grian says quietly, snorting and pulling a knife out of his boot, untying the tied up guy. — But remember, if you say too embarrassing things on a date, I will make you spend the entire date gagged. I hope I explained it clearly.

@desert-duo-week

[foibles-fables]

Ooh I also have horizon 3 thoughts/predictions!

I think Vast Silver is gonna be involved somehow maybe to combat Nemesis, or possibly in a dlc like we had Cyan from Frozen Wilds? Since it’s the final game it seems likely they’ll finally have Aloy meet this mysterious elusive AI.

Also thinking Elysium will be the ruins location (like how we had the Alpha’s place in HZD and Thebes in HFW) since we’ve heard about it but not found it yet

I was also hoping to finally explore Oseram territory when looking for these old world weapons, seems Oseram delving could come in handy there. Depends if they’re gonna introduce more new tribes across the sea like the Quen or further explore the ones they have currently, maybe both? Like half the map is across the sea/Quen territory and half is the mainland 🤔

It’s exciting to think about anyway! Can’t wait for your thoughts!

I totally agree about VAST SILVER and Elysium. They're one of the very few oft-mentioned threads left hanging since the beginning of the series. I do think their plot relevance will be connected--VS involved in whatever befell Elysium--but even if they're not intertwined, they'll be integral.

I'm thinking we'll have to befriend VS to be a boon in our efforts against HEPH and/or Nemesis. Given 1) VS's disposition in the Burning Shores datapoint and 2) Elisabet's (therefore Aloy's and Beta's) connection with Anita Sandoval--therefore VS's potential development re: AI and the illegal Turing number--there's a lot there to be explored.

As for Elysium, I'm betting it'll be part of The Claim. Since The Claim was originally intended to be part of HZD, there's an overwhelming chance that it'll be involved in HFW. Petra for ealdorwoman PLEASE. Also, there's hints that point to Elysium being there. It's "within miles of" GAIA Prime, per HZD datapoints, which could put its ruin in The Claim.

As for new tribes--I genuinely hope we don't get any. At all. We already couldn't give all of the existing tribes their due in HFW (where were the Banuk?) and to add more in H3 would be unnecessary bloat, given the scope of what the game has to accomplish.

Related to that last point--and potentially a very, very controversial opinion--I don't think we'll be actually seeing Quen lands. Londra's data at the end of Burning Shores gives us five places to investigate, some we've seen, some we haven't, all in the same geographical vicinity as the regular map. (One of the looks to be near Malmstrom Air Base...HELLO BAN-UR!) Given that we have to deal with HEPH and Nemesis and bringing together all of the existing tribes--to handle the Quen revolution just doesn't fit. Plus the decentralization from the last two games is dissonant, to place half the map there...not to mention some of the continued problematic optics that would come up if the revolution turns into Aloy's Doing. Save that for a future spin-off.

...or, more likely, I do believe a contingency of the Quen will be coming to us as H3's primary human enemy (as the Eclipse or the Rebels). GIVE ME LOYALIST FEDERA.

I personally think the map will be centered on Meridian, extending to the Sacred Land in the east, with a somewhat condensed map of the West to Legacy's Landfall--with new areas of The Claim and Banuk to the north.