#I POSTED IT AND IT MOVED MY IMAGE TO THE BOTTOM WHY

[tryagainenthusiast]

words of affirmation

mdni!

summary , jeong jaehyun can't seem to take a compliment about his stroke game...

jaehyun thinks that one of the times that you look your most beautiful is right after the two of you have just had sex. you’re a complete mess, in a good way, your hair is disheveled, and the hot steam from the shower makes it that bit frizzier. your cheeks are going to be a flushed pink colour until the next morning when you wake up, and your lips feel a tad softer with the reminiscent thought that jaehyun was right there only moments ago.

he peeks his head from behind the bathroom door, placing his toothbrush into the little cup that you balance on your sink and shuffling towards you in the obnoxiously fluffy slippers that you bought for yourself, conveniently in his size.

“look at my girlfriend…” jaehyun hums, looking down at your limp body on the bed that is covered barely with his shirt. he leans down over the bed, running his hands down your sides gently, “why do you look so tired?” he jokes, falling into the space next to you, head hitting the pillow and damp hair being thrown across his face.

look at him, thinking he’s so smug. he thinks his subtle bragging goes unnoticed, and it makes you want to take him down a notch. you pull yourself up to his ear, pressing your warm face against his, “its because my boyfriend is so good to me.” you mumble into his ear and immediately jaehyun is frozen still. it’s only until you pull away to look at his face, ears and cheeks red, smiling from ear to ear that he huffs, “why would you say that?” he hides his face in the crook of your neck in embarrassment.

his lips pout to leave small kisses on your skin that try to conceal his utter joy mixed with the feeling in stomach that makes him want to make you feel good all over again. honestly, he could start jumping up and down on the bed, or break out into dance to get his emotions out and stop him from asking you to keep repeating that in your smooth voice a hundred more times.

the look on your face is amused, and he pulls away with a sulking face as soon as he realises, hitting his head against the pillow and looking up at the ceiling to avoid eye contact; but even the shadows that dance across it mimic the way your lips moved when you whispered out to him. “what? what did i say?” you thrum, and he just groans out, furrowing his brows and looking away.

“i can’t say that my jaehyun makes me feel sooo nice?” you breathe out a laugh and he groans again even louder, grabbing the pillow from underneath his head and smothering his face with it to stop his breathing before it gets out control and he explodes out of happiness.

your hand reaches for the pillow covering his whole head and he doesn’t fight when you take it away from his hot face because he’ll succumb to anything your heart desires. he’s still sulking, bottom lip even pouted out a little bit. “you need to learn to take a compliment.” you say, pressing a finger into the exact spot on his cheek where his dimple is, and it appears suddenly because he really cant control himself. “i can take compliments, just not when they’re about that.” he tries to sound serious behind his massive smile.

you scoff, “then how are you supposed to know if you’re doing well?”

he just shrugs. “you tell me in the moment, doing it after feels wrong.” he says, but what he means is that having a post-sex debrief riles him up enough to undo the shower he’s just had, and flashes images in his mind that he saves only for when he misses you. his face turns to take a quick look at yours, and to see the smile on your face that feels almost deliberately evil.

“well i want to tell you now.”

jaehyun shakes his head but it just spurs you on further, “i want to say now that it always feels super good.” the palms of your hands run around the curve of his shoulders and his nose scrunches. you lean back into him to cup his cheeks and see him try and fight a smile, “and your face always looks super cute during it.” you squish his cheeks and he muffles out an unintelligible grumble.

never in your life have you seen him so worked-up. “you’re voice is so nice too.” you nod and he groans out. “just like that.”

“stop.” he groans again, bothered by the smirk on your lips that looks annoyingly good on your face, unsure whether he’s desperately asking you to stop or the blood in his veins that is rapidly pumping away from his face and into something else now.

jaehyun strokes through your hair calmly to distract himself from the thoughts that cloud his head but your slick tongue never knows when to stop.

“and i want to say i wanna do it again.”

you shriek loudly when his hands reach out to grab your waist, pulling you across the bed and into his torso, reaching for you like they have been waiting to be this greedy. his lips immediately at your jaw again and working their way down to your collarbones as you giggle out, arms wrapping around his neck. he doesn’t stop when you laugh breathlessly, trying to push him off you—giving you a taste of your own medicine. “stop saying things like that.” he strums with a grin, pressing a kiss across your giggling mouth in between every word until you give in and lay back weakly. to shut you up and stop this from going too far, because water bills are pricey and because the both of you have to be up early tomorrow.

[sevsgiirl]

— the altar is my hips, even if it’s a false god.

sevika week 2025: body worship, day 1.

synopsis: in which your plans to go to a dinner date goes south because you can’t fit into the dress you want, and sevika has to rectify the situation.

word count: 2.4k

tags: mirror sex, top!sevika, bottom!reader, strap-on referred to as cock, body insecurities.

note: helloo y’all , I know it’s been a while since I last posted something but I wanted to come back mainly because it’s sevika week! if you’re unaware the lovely sevika nation community on twitter are hosting this event from june 2-8 celebrating sevika with prompts for each day! and this is my submission for day one and I hope you guys like it <3

also!! warning ahead but this fic mentions weight gain and body image so if those topics are sensitive for you please proceed with caution.

you were never the type to keep track of what you ate and quite frankly, you never had any insecurities about the way you looked.

living in zaun, it was practically a luxury being able to eat at least three meals a day, once was already enough.

but after sevika got the opportunity to work for the council, your income finally sufficed to make up not just for the cost of living but for groceries as well.

not to mention the dinners.

sevika loved taking you out to dinner whenever she got the chance. she knows you don’t like being spoilt with material things and just because you finally lived in high society, doesn’t mean you were going to blend in with the rest of the piltovians by being stuck up and shallow.

that’s one of the many things she loved about you, however, she had to find a way to pamper you regardless.

so she took you out to lavish dinner and lunch dates during her days off work. luckily, with enough persuading you learned to cave in and just have her drag you along to whatever new restaurant she discovered in topside and let you indulge yourself to your heart’s desire.

it wasn’t until months had passed and sevika told you the day prior you were going out on another date that you found yourself running into a dilemma.

it was already evening by the time you got ready and you were thirty minutes away from your reservation, but still you couldn’t seem to find a dress that fit you any longer.

you’ve already seen the signs long before but didn’t pay them any mind. you never had a reason to be self conscious because again, you always viewed weight gain as a privilege especially with how you were brought up in the under city.

but ever since you and sevika moved to piltover, you’d be lying if you said the piltovian mindset didn’t rub off on you. at least just a little - and by that you mean their superficial mindset managed to snake its way into the back of your mind.

despite all the access to good clothes and food, piltovians like to maintain a certain aesthetic where being fit was the norm.

that’s why at some of the restaurants you’ve visited in the past you’ve noticed they liked to serve meals with such tiny portions, something you even laughed at because the prices would be so expensive but the platter wouldn’t even be the same size as your palm.

you’d see countless of women roaming the streets wearing corsets that practically suffocated their rib cage just to achieve a petite built where their waist was so cinched, the wind could’ve taken them away if it blew past hard enough.

you’ve even eavesdropped in conversations regarding their dietary plans and you rolled your eyes thinking what was the point of making a fuss over something so trivial.

it wasn’t until you stood in front of your body length mirror however, that those same exact moments flashed through your mind like a montage and you couldn’t help it as you inspected your body from head to toe.

your tummy had gotten rounder, your hips much fuller, and the fat in your cheeks became more prominent unlike before where they were basically hollow.

back then, you would’ve viewed these changes as an improvement because it meant that your body was finally getting the sustenance it needed. but for some reason, that’s not how you felt now.

instead, the words of every piltovian woman you passed by in the markets came to mind - whether it was when they read the label of every canned goods they bought, calculating the amount of calories it contained before putting it back in the shelves.

‘ugh too much fat. I wouldn’t want to gain a pound especially since summer is nearing’

‘you better put those chips back unless you still want to fit in that gown you reserved for the upcoming gala this week.’

“baby?”

you snapped out of your trance as sevika softly knocked on the door of your shared bedroom, the buttons of her dress shirt popped open at the top, exposing a slither of brown skin as she stepped inside the room and scanned the mess around you - bundles of dresses scattered across the room - before her gaze fell on you, still clad in your underwear.

“our reservation is twenty minutes away. just throw on whatever you have. you’ll look beautiful either way,” she said as she walked past you and pressed a chaste kiss at the top of your head, striding inside the bathroom as your eyes lingered at her broad shoulders and defined legs that were confined in her black dress pants.

you felt a heaviness in your chest as you realized that while you were here over indulging yourself at home, sevika still managed to look after herself and maintained her wonderful physique. which you weren’t surprised by, she was always a woman of great discipline.

so it begs the question of why you hadn’t been able to do the same?

“better hurry, you know how those hostesses are when you’re even five minutes late. that red dress you wore last time would be-“

“it’s not…” you cut her off as sevika turned to you “about the dress, sev.”

she raised an eyebrow, rolling her sleeves up to her forearms “then what is it?”

you bit your lower lip, trying hard not to get emotional as you refused to spare another glance at the mirror.

“I mean, it is about the dress but it’s also me,” your throat was tight as you wiped a stray tear on your cheek “I can’t fucking fit in it. in any of it. I’ve gained so much weight and I should’ve taken better care of myself but now I feel huge and…”

you shook your head, not wanting to meet sevika’s eye as she stayed silent amidst your meltdown “can we please just cancel the date if it’s okay? I don’t wanna go out looking like this.”

there was a beat of silence and for a moment you wondered if sevika was even there or if she had left the room due to your dramatics.

but when you looked up, you were simply greeted by her clenched jaw and intense eyes as they raked over your form, making you squirm as she started walking towards you.

you sighed “sev, look, I’m sorry okay? let’s just reschedul-“

you squealed when out of nowhere sevika suddenly took you by the hips and turned you around so your entire front was facing the mirror, bracing your arms around the edges as her warm breath fanned against the side of your neck and you shuddered when her lips met the shell of your ear.

her voice low and dangerous as she squeezed the meat of your love handles.

“you know, I don’t work day and night to provide for you and make sure you’re well taken care of just so you can stand here and tell me you look awful for gaining weight when that’s all I’ve ever wanted when we spent years eating scraps back in zaun,” she scolded and you couldn’t even get a word out before she suddenly lifted her hand, and swatted a harsh slap against your ass.

making you gasp, gripping the sides of the mirror tightly as you heard sevika fiddling with the buckles of her belt behind you.

“tell me,” she said gruffly as she pushed your hips back “what exactly is the problem now that you’ve gained weight, hm?”

you swallowed nervously “I-uh… I can’t f-fit in any of my clothes, sev-“

“then we’ll just buy bigger ones,” she stated “what else? let’s reschedule the date sure, and buy shit that fits you better. problem solved.”

you huffed out a tired breath “sev, that’s not the point-“

“then what is it so I can understand?”

you pondered over your answer for a minute, debating whether or not you should tell her “I know you’re taking care of me but I need to lose weight. it’s one thing that I can’t fit in my clothes anymore but I just look horribl-“

you let out another yelp when her large palm landed across the skin of your ass, no doubt leaving a mark and you stared at sevika from the mirror just to see her eyes were dilated, focused solely on your backside and how it jiggled every time she swatted it.

she lets out a scoff, squeezing the handfuls of flesh from your waist and you began to feel your legs shake at the way she started pawing at you.

“you’re so fucking ridiculous. you got a body this fucking great yet you’re out here complaining that you can’t fit into a dress and because of that, you think you’re any less beautiful than you actually are,”

her fingers pulled at the strings of your thong and your eyes widened when she started slipping them down until it pooled at the ends of your feet.

“look at the mirror,”

your cheeks reddened because all this time your attention stayed solely on her, not once did you look at your body which apparently didn’t go unnoticed by sevika.

and she wasn’t having any of it “don’t make me repeat myself. look at the mirror,”

squeezing your eyelids shut one last time, you cracked them open and faced the sight you were too embarrassed to confront - at how your boobs nearly spilled over the cups of your bra, and how your hips became noticeably wider. if it weren’t for the improbability you would’ve assumed you were pregnant at this point.

“tell me what you see,”

you gulped, shaking your head “sev, just stop-“

“tell. me. what. you. see.”

feeling self conscious, you wanted to curl up into a ball but sevika wasn’t having any of it as she held you in place “I gained weight-“

“yes,”

“and I’ve gotten fat-“

“yes, and?”

you pondered over your next words because you knew your answer had varying outcomes.

“this is silly. sev, let’s just cancel the dinner and-“

you weren’t able to finish because she didn’t even let you, because one moment she was staring you down like you were prey and the next, she’s kneeling behind you and licking a fat stripe up your cunt, making your knees buckle as you yelled her name.

“oh my god, sev-“

she pulled back and snarled at the sight of your throbbing folds and brought her lips back to your clit, sucking it between her lips as you let out a broken cry.

her hand finding its way to unzip her pants and when you looked down, you couldn’t help the way your mouth fell agape at the sight of her stroking her strap from the confines of her boxers.

“this was supposed to be a surprise, you know? but then you decided to be fucking ridiculous thinking you’re too thick to go out,” she shook her head, her tongue prodding at your hole “but you wanna know what I think?”

you whimpered when she kneaded the supple skin of your rear, the flesh folding in her palm as she lets out a curse.

“I think you’re out of your goddamn mind if you could see the way your body looks right now and think that you’re anything else if not fucking perfect,”

with that, her tongue plunged inside your cunt and started rubbing against your tight walls, making your eyes roll at the back of your head as you backed up against her face, to which she encouraged as she lets out an almost animalistic growl at the way your ass bounced deliciously.

all the while she sunk a finger in at the same time her mouth devoured you like you were the dinner planned for tonight, and you couldn’t stop the way your body seized before falling apart entirely at her hands.

your breathing labored while you held yourself up using the mirror, meanwhile sevika was already standing up and pulling her pants down to take her cock out.

she aligned herself in between your folds and reached forward so she could pull the cups of your bra down, your breasts spilling out as she took one in her hand and used the other to inch her way inside you.

“f-fuck baby,” her voice was raspy as she ogled at the sight you of swallowing her, your cunt fluttering at the sheer size of her cock as you tried your best to adjust “I can’t believe you get to look at yourself every single day and not see what I see…”

with that, she began to do deep, slow strokes into your cunt before she began a punishing pace, one that made you throw your head back as it rested against her shoulder. meanwhile, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the way your ass rippled with every harsh thrust she made. it was damn near like ecstasy, the way you and your body responded to her.

her hips pounded against yours relentlessly and you sensed the build up of your climax nearing.

she kissed the side of your neck and groped your tits as she fucked you “I never wanna hear you say a single bad fucking thing about the way you look, you got me?”

you nodded, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes “y-yes. fuck, I’m gonna cum. please, please, oh my g-god.”

it didn’t take long before your body started convulsing and your pussy coated her cock to the hilt, all thick and warm and sevika gave it a couple more strokes until she pulled out.

letting out a whistle as she watched the way your cum dripped out of you, at how your thick thighs shook while trying to hold yourself up but failing miserably.

she took you into her strong arms, turned you around and held you close, tongue slipping into your mouth and you couldn’t stop the contented hum that slipped past your lips as you tasted yourself on her tongue.

“you good now?” she asked, her tone much softer compared to earlier as you blushed “or do we have to go for another round so I can get it through your head that you look gre-“

“n-no,” you couldn’t help but laugh as your hands flattened against her chest “I’m okay now… you were right, I was being irrational.”

“talk about an understatement,” she lets out a tsk “tomorrow we’re heading out and buying new clothes that fit you. and I don’t wanna hear another word from you complaining about the way you look again. got it?”

you couldn’t the smile that teased at the corners of your lips as you nodded “okay, I promise.”

she smirked, pecking you one last time “good.”

[slightlovelygirl]

⋆˚࿔ but there was a time…; billie x reader

reader joins in on a tiktok trend following breakup with long term girlfriend Billie who of course sees the post 🫀

warnings. intense/distraught heartbreak (implied depression), angst

wc. 1477

7:36 P.M.

You weren’t trying to get a reaction, you honestly didn’t think she would see it.

When a certain sad trend crossed your feed multiple times in one evening you decided to join in. It was fitting, you were still heartbroken. Point blank heartbroken, not a spiteful ex who wanted the other to feel pain—not yet anyway.

It had been just over nine months since you and Billie split. Five years down the drain. Five years of her contact being pinned to the top of your messages screen. Five years of sharing the same bed. Five years of green room pep talks.

Five of the best years of your life, now dissolved in your tears. So excuse you for not being over it quite yet.

Joining in on the trend, you picked a mirror selfie you took earlier in the week: the one of you before going out to lunch with a friend, your face slightly solemn in the dim hallway light.

Taking a quick deep breath you began scrolling back further and further into your camera roll, to a photo you couldn’t bring yourself to delete quite yet. One Billie had actually taken. It was from her perspective as she straddled your body.

The two of you had been play fighting. Billie illegally tickling you despite a pinky promise made not to years ago; it was broken frequently.

“Wait!” She exclaimed suddenly, dropping herself onto you and taking each of your forearms to stop your wriggling.

“Billieee,” you wined. “Get off of me. You’re too heavy.” You giggled from her weight on your stomach.

But she was too busy looking around to hear you.

“Where’s your phone?” She asked and quickly retrieved it from the direction you pointed.

Hovering over you, her face was soon blocked by the double lensed camera.

“What’re you doing?” You questioned, moving your head to see her. She combated your move with her own.

“Stay still. You look like an angel right now.” Her tone was surprisingly serious as she focused.

You rolled your eyes but did as she said, only letting a sloppy smile stay. Your eyes didn’t meet the camera’s though, they stayed concentrated behind it. Peering past it to see Billie, it’s all you ever wanted to see.

After a moment she dropped your phone again, discarding it to a spot next to you on the bed.

“Seriously doll, ‘m gonna have to make that my lock screen. And screensaver. And your contact photo. And maybe even my profile pic. Need everyone to see how pretty my girl is.” Her ramblings interrupted only by a peck from you in between every line.

“Alright Bee. Whatever you say.”

Your hands slightly tremble as you tap on the intimate memory. Images of the way Billie’s bottom lip caught in her teeth while concentrating when taking the picture flooding your already clouded mind.

After selecting the photos you added the trending text. Over slide one you curated a small list of things in your day to day life you’ve changed: a one room apartment, dinners for one, focusing on friends more, and phone on dnd. And over slide two: but there was once a time…

You tried thinking of a lighthearted caption, but your heart was anything but light. You actually wished it felt heavy, that would be proof it was still there. Proof you were alive.

No, your chest felt empty most days. It was as if with Billie’s departure she took your heart. She probably did, it belonged to her for so long she probably had forgotten to give it back.

Instead you type out how you feel: i really hope she wasn’t once in a lifetime.

Hitting post you let out a shaky breath and promptly force yourself to forget about it.

2:09 A.M.

It takes a third call and a total of 96 seconds for you to wake up. Finally rising to the noise of your phone aggressively buzzing on your nightstand.

Without reading the caller ID, you answer. Assuming it’s an emergency, why else would someone be calling in the middle of the night?

“Hello?” Your voice thick with sleep, it was barely able to push air out to answer.

A weak voice replies. “Doll?”

Her. Billie.

Suddenly you have a different issue, you have no oxygen in your lungs to talk back. Hearing her voice for the first time in nine months was a gut punch.

“Doll, it’s you, right? You haven’t changed your number, right?” The way she ends her sentence, it sounds like a desperate plea.

“Billie.” You finally choke out. Tears brim the corners of your eyes.

“Good. It is you,” she says relieved.

Good? How inconsiderate could she be? Waking up her ex after leaving her high and dry, no word for nine months. In the middle of the night no less, to what? Harass her? Give a half-assed apology because she missed her body next to hers?

“This is good for you? So you get to decide when it’s okay to call? And you think that that is almost a year after you leave me hollow?”

A deep breath crackles over the line. “I’m- Look.” But silence takes over instead.

You listen for what might have been an hour, waiting. Until the floodgates open.

“I would say ‘I’m sorry’ but I know that’s not enough. Not enough for you and not enough of what I want to say.”

You consider interrupting her. Consider being angry and letting her have it. Consider making her feel as worthless as she made you feel that night.

“You’re just, not what I need.” Billie couldn’t even look you in the eye when she said it. Hands in her lap, they shook from holding them still instead of fiddling with the ring on her thumb like she always did.

“Not what you need?” You replied completely taken by surprise. “You couldn’t have told me that five years ago? Before I let you engrave yourself into every aspect of my life?”

You left that night. Everything packed into the few bags your friends lent while carrying your things out of the apartment. Their eyes shooting daggers towards Billie who sat silently at the dinner table with a blank expression, staring down at the empty wooden surface.

She never called after that, no text. Not from her or any one of her family members. Your mutual friends didn’t push you to go out with them anymore, understanding what they reminded you of. Giving you space.

No one expected that space to still be going on nine months later.

So when you decided to stay silent—like she was that night—and listen to what she had to say, Billie was surprised. She expected you to talk over her, tell her to go fuck herself and never contact you again.

But you missed her voice too much to risk this opportunity. Nine months sober from her, it didn’t mean you didn’t miss it. The way her inflection danced around your ears, saying your name like it the most beautiful word constructed by man.

“I haven’t spent a single day not regretting what I did to you. I’ve never been so disappointed in myself.” She took a breath. “You are the single best thing to happen to me, and it scared me. I had never been given such an opportunity as being yours and I didn’t know how to treat it.”

Tears slipped down your face without you noticing.

“A year ago I passed a jewelry store with my mom and she asked me, “When are you going to settle down with y/n?” And it became so real to me then that there was a chance you wouldn’t choose forever with me. Or you would and then one day decide you didn’t want it anymore.”

You were sat up in bed now. Your head tilted back against the headboard. Phone in your lap. Billie over speaker mode.

“That fear ate at me for a few months. Until one night…” It didn’t need to be spoken. You both had clearly thought about it everyday.

“And so I’m calling you to say, I’m not once in a lifetime. I am your lifetime, I want your lifetime. If you’ll have me again, please. I can’t take back my mistake but I will spend the rest of forever making it up to you.”

She took another breath and then, silence. Silence took its turn instead of you.

“Doll? You still with me?”Billie asks, fear taking over again.

You exhale. “Come over. Before I change my number.”

She doesn’t miss a beat. “On it,” she hangs up.

Letting out a shaky breath you close your eyes. You won’t forgive her anytime soon, she knew that. But having her by your side during the process will make it much easier.

a/n. i kinda actually hate the way this turned out… 🫠 but hey im posting this at 11:54 so technically still on the 23rd. send requests i’ll do better i promise (i might edit this later)

[slenbee]

List of Current Scammers - Part 3

Created: 12/11/24 - Updated: 3/30/25

Disclaimer: This list is only meant to serve as documentation and reference material so that others know: what to look out for in regards to a scam, and who to block preemptively if you so choose. I do not, in any way, endorse harassment or mass reporting these users. Do NOT do this. I'm serious. DO NOT mass report. Only report these asks if you GET them or ones like them. Thank you.

Part 1 and part 2 will now serve as an archive for reference material and will no longer be updated with current/active scam accounts. Any new account will be posted here, and if it links to a scammer previously mentioned evidence will be provided from that scam list.

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index:

> means a name change. (banana (changed to) mango)

+ means multiple (active) accounts running the same scam.

Previously: means this account is running a scam previously used by an account listed on Part 1 or Part 2 of the scam list.

Recently: means this scam was seen on recently banned account.

(banned) blogs will remain until a new one shows up and then it will be moved to the Recently: category.

Evidence:

Evidence linked will be mostly in the form of call out posts that can be found by searching an accounts username on tumblr. If you are suspicious of an ask you receive, I suggest you please do the bare minimum and search their username on tumblr to see if they've been reported by other users to be a scam.

Reasons why all of these blogs listed here are scams:

Those saying they are 'vetted/verified' will not say by who.

Those saying they 'live(d) in Gaza' know nothing about it.

Those saying they are diabetic have no idea how diabetes works.

Their PayPal.me name are used by other scam accounts.

They use stolen stories/images (if searched via google).

They use multiple blogs to run the same scam.

They will reuse the same story word for word from past accounts.

They will block you if you try and ask questions. Go on. Do it.

They really like changing their 'real name(s). like, a lot.

Their accounts are only a few days/weeks/1-4 months old.

They reblog 5-10 things irreverent things then stop.

The list of evidence goes on and on.

If you have doubts, read the message at the bottom of this post.

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Part 1 - Scammers pretending to be Palestinian

Note: Please refer to Part 1 of the scammer list for more information.

Here is a comprehensive guide on how to spot these scams.

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Insulin or diabetes Scams A guide on how to spot these scams. Accounts asking for donations regarding insulin or diabetes care.

sitatimohamed1 (banned) Previously: sitatimohamed (part 1) No PayPal link yet but probably soon. Evidence it's a scam: here and here herkryptonitephilosopher (banned) Notes: PayPal name Irine Temoi is used in other scams. Uses Linktree to hide a PayPal. (that doesn't make it 'legit') Evidence it's a scam: here lydiadiabetespatient Notes: Previously claimed to be Sudanese, now claims to be from Gaza. Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here scrumptiousenthusiastcolor taheerahmohammed qualitywizardchopshop Recently: sappotviviandiabetiicpatient fancyunknownfury "diagnosed with Diabetes at a tender age" Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here furiousdreamertimemachine (banned) Recently: furryhideoutlight + unlikelycreationqueen + fancytacowonderland Previously: furryreviewearthquake (part 1) "My family is still staying in half of the church" Asks for PayPal. Evidence that it's a scam: here and here mysterioussickenessdiabiatese (banned) Previously: gaza-diabetes-childrenhelp (part 1) Asks for PayPal. Evidence that it's a scam: here foggyhottubpost (banned) Previously: foggyruinspost + foggyruinsblog (part 1) Notes: PayPal name Mercy Siomi is used by other scam accounts. Asks for PayPal. Evidence that it's a scam: here sweatyblazefury "Hello help me get insulin for baby Layla today her condition is worsening" Past account(s): universallypeanutpoetry Notes: PayPal name Samson Marwa is used by other scams. Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here and here krispyconnoisseurthing (banned) Notes: PayPal name has been used by other scam accounts. Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here

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Evacuation Donation Scams Accounts asking for money to move from one place to another.

maximumtriumphmagazine (banned) Stole images from a real artist. Artist confirmed not related. Uses a fake gofundme for asking donations. Evidence it's a scam: here abdullahwahhab (banned) Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here magicalmilkshakecrown (banned) "I suffer from nightmares that are so closely resemble reality that I no longer Differentiate between reality and a dream." Notes: Has used multiple past usernames dating back 7 months. Asks for PayPal. (hidden in a linktree) Evidence it's a scam: here and here

Medical Donations - A guide on how to spot these scams. Accounts asking for money for cancer or another medical condition.

superbballoonsalad (banned) Stolen images. Was previously cherylbieryl. Asks for PayPal. (has since deleted their post) Evidence it's a scam: here devotedlyprofounddream Previously known as: dhrogou, emmilyy3, emilllyi "I'm Emily Palestine citizen from gaza. I'm suffering from brain cancer." Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here and here

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Part 2 - Non Palestinian related scams

Note: Please refer to Part 2 of the scammer list for more information.

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Pet donation Scams - A guide on how to spot these scams. Accounts requesting money to help a sick pet/animal.

crusadingcross (banned) this is Louie. He is an 8 year old Ragdoll Notes: Picture is of a black cat, not a Ragdoll breed. Vet bill is in the USA but PayPal is in the Philippines. Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here guiian-pie (banned) Please don’t scroll. Odin can really use your help. Notes: The real Odin passed away 12/31/24 via a post on the private facebook group that this scammer is using. (see evidence) Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here (see reblog it's it's the same scammer as above.) marshmalluhhh "This is my diabetic cat, Titty. He was diagnosed with diabetes almost 3 years ago" Notes: This is the same scammer who ran the Louie cat scam. Evidence it's a scam: here

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Medical Donations - A guide on how to spot these scams. Accounts asking for money for cancer or another medical condition.

happilyjoyfulnut Recently: radhideoutsublime / furrybouquetdonut / perfectlyhardfan Previously: foggybouquetsublime (see Part 2) 'I have stage 2A cervical Cancer' Notes: PayPal name Esta Odhiambo is/was used by other accounts. Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here gloriouswolfbeliever (changed to the eunicemargwel scam) Recently: sublimenerddragon Previously: sublimedestinybird (see Part 2) "I am very sick, my asthma is at its maximum level, my nose freezes" Asks for PayPal. - Evidence it's a scam: here differentladyfest (banned) Recently: monicahqueen 'I had stage 4 Laryngeal Cancer, voicebox removed.' Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here swimminggentlemencreator (banned) Previously: choppedreviewsong (see Part 2) 'cystic fibrosis patient' Story and images 100% stolen from a real fundraiser. Notes: The original fundraiser was requested/required to be stopped in 2023, and the person who it was for had their twitter deactivated at some point too. I (personally) cannot find anything on this person (Alessandra Olivero) still being alive, so I (personally) am under the assumption that they may have passed away. The scam accounts who use these images and this story in particular make me hella mad and I hope they suffer before they rot in hell. Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here mellowarbitermentality + joyfulladylover + strangetrashpost "Last summer I was diagnosed with Stage 1 Non-Hodgkin Lymphoma." Asks for PayPal. Notes: PayPal name was Pilly Nyakoba now it's C'atherlyne. Evidence it's a scam: here

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Diabetes / Insulin scams - A guide on how to spot these scams. Accounts asking for donations regarding insulin or diabetes care.

furryfoxpost gloriouswolfbeliever Recently: weepingtrashheart + scentedtacomaker + generouscandycreator + jovialnightcat + nuttykittenglitter Previously: sostudentbarbarian / alfayothesoftwareaudit / purplecatshark (see Part 2) "I Need Help With Medical Bills And Equipment" Notes: Uses the same picture on every blog of the girl with the cgm and blood in/on an IV that's in her arm. Asks for PayPal. Known name/alias: Eunice magwerl Evidence it's a scam: here and here pinkinfluencertrash Recently: gloriousprincecupcake gloriouswolfinfluencer happilyholypizza Previously: steadybluebirdpizza (see Part 2) Notes: Has used many multiple accounts. (vero-og) Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here stevenomwita Recently: severedazepanda spmwitaa humongousfoxbasement numberonetimemachinebouquet stevenemwita Previously: ssmwitaa (see Part 2) Notes: Art thief. Has no idea how insulin works. Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here jessieblogsposts (banned) Notes: The name Diana Achieng is used by other scam accounts. Images and story stolen from a gofundme. Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: the gofundme (2020) phariiislgbtqvictim (banned) Notes: The name Pharis Disi is used by other scam accounts. Fake gogetfunding campaign. Evidence it's a scam: here

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If you have any doubts about the validity of this post:

I would not, nor would I ever, willingly or knowingly put someone on this list if I knew 100%, without a doubt, that they were a real, genuine person looking for help.

I (personally) have spent hours of my time gathering evidence in the form of searching names, copy/pasting things over and over into tumblr and google just to try and find different blogs, taking screenshots and making collages in photoshop, writing down and making entire in depth posts about how and why a blog is or isn't running a scam.

And I'm not the only one who does this.

Scam buster blogs, helpful users/anons, and many others, have been looking into and tracking these scammers for months.

These are not individuals we just saw on tumblr and decided to pick on for shits and giggles.

They are scammers.

They don't care about whose story they use or whose pictures they stole. They don't care how it effects someone or what lives they ruin.

All they care about is money.

So, remember to report their PayPal accounts if you can please. :)

Thank you and have a good day. <3

Helpful guides on how to spot scams. (by @kyra45) Important tips and tricks on spotting scams.

[ngage2003]

Hey so, a lot of folks in the Marble Hornets fandom are varying shades of new to it, and so didn't experience it coming out unfortunately, but apparently there used to be a marblehornets website that has been down since 2016, and I actually didn't know about it but my friend (@straycalamities) did and found it on the Wayback Machine.

I bring this up because while the images on the website are mostly broken now, it actually holds some really fascinating information on the characters that I have never seen talked about, like some of their majors in college!!

I am going to post snippets (as screenshots would get fucked up on mobile) and talk about them a little, but check it out here if you're curious.

Starting from the top and most passionate, we have Alex Kralie's description.

Director / Writer / Editor / Actor Alex Kralie, born April 4th 1986, has been into making films since his early childhood, when he would make short sketch comedy videos starring himself and his cousins with his parents camcorder. He would then show them at “premieres” to his friends and family. That love has since remained with Alex, where he has been involved in many different capacities in various filmmaking communities. He is a double major in both filmmaking and photography, with a minor in theatre. He originally wrote Marble Hornets during high school and has continuously tweaked and polished it throughout his time at the university. He’s very excited to finally see it all happening after years of work!

Likes: Film, Directing, Art, my dog rocky.  Dislikes: Fakery, creative bankruptcy, passionless people, 9 to 5 jobs, unambitiousness, bad movies and film.

Wow, ain't that a breath of fresh air? A BIRTH YEAR! In a slenderverse series! In a youtube horror series, honestly! You never see it.

Alex's description is by far the longest and most passionate, a fact which kind of kills me knowing what he becomes. Working on a project he started in highschool, if there is anything Alex is, I suppose it is dedicated, all devoted to idea he gets in his head which he just can't seem to shake, huh?

Finally though we have a major for our tragedian! Two majors! And a minor! Sorry but I am genuinely so enthused about this. This paragraph really knocks home what I have always said about how Alex thinks, with his confidence and slight pretentious nature with a genuine passion and undertone of insecurity—and through the lens of him talking about himself! Wow.

But moving on to the lead, Brian Thomas!

Actor Brian has been attending the university for three years, and is hoping to graduate after his next couple of semesters with a Bachelor’s degree in psychology and a minor in video production. He originally met Alex in Dr. Warren’s cinematography class where they collaborated on quite a few projects together. He’s very happy to be making his acting debut in Marble Hornets!

Depending on who you think wrote these, this description could be really funny. BUT WOW A CANONIZED WAY THESE CHARACTERS MET. I feel like I have won the lottery. Anyone else?

That is a really fascinating combination of major and minor too, [WHICH WE NOW HAVE FOR HIM, WOAH,] it really makes you wonder what Brian is doing though, and where his direction in life is, if he even knows. Its such a short and sweet and direct description, it is equal parts charming while hiding something under its surface you can't quite place and might even slip from your attention, which feels very emblematic of this character.

I'll leave you to read Sarah Reid and Tim Wright's bios on your own, but I want to point out that at the bottom of the page, there are two people who don't have them.

Both Seth Wilson and Jay Merrick are marked with a "coming soon" notice, with Seth listed as Camera/Co-Editor and Jay listened as... nothing. He is just slapped on there because. Why?

Probably because Alex wanted him there because he is his friend, but it is interesting to point out. Jay as I said before is a passive (though not meek) character, especially at the start of the series, and this just reminds me of that. He is here, but quiet and observing, not helping really as he trails after Alex because he is his friend, because they have a connection, because Alex can't imagine not having him here.

Food for thought :-)

[highvern]

Glutton (TEASER)

Pairing: demon!Kwon Soonyoung x f! grad student reader

Genre: smut, reincarnation au?, urban fantasy/dark academia

warnings: fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), dry humping, unprotected sex, chan makes an appearance (sorry), more tbd

Teaser Length: ~1.3k | Full Length: TBD

Note: as every fic this started as plotless smut and then turned into whatever the hell it is now. thank u @sailorsoons and @gyuswhore for being my betas, and @100vern for the banner. finally i have written something since my vday fic. i'm hoping to have the full fic posted next week! inspired by ninth house/hell bent by leigh bardugo

summary: You didn't mean to summon him but your demon is dedicated to serving you anyway he can.

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You didn’t mean to.

The incantation you studied for nearly six months was perfect. In no way, shape, or form should the ritual have gone awry even if stray magic emerged. At worst, nothing should have happened. You’d should’ve ended up with an empty summoning circle, wasted materials that would need to be vacuumed up. At best, you’d have a servitor ready to assist with the more mundane parts of your thesis research. 

As with every ritual, you drew the proper wards in salt and bone ash, some graveyard dirt on hand just in case. You had the knife, ready to sacrifice a few drops of blood for such a useful creation.

You recited the incantation, pricked your finger and then…

Nothing.

The sulfurous stench occult didn’t flood the room, the wards didn’t even manage a flickering glow. The candle flames didn’t even wince.

Utter failure.

You were too tired to do much more than release a choked scream in frustration before blowing out the candles and running upstairs.

Tomorrow you’d study the ancient manuscript for what you missed and try again. You just needed some sleep first.

You barely manage a few hours when you wake up with the distinct feeling something is wrong. 

Everyone else left for winter break, leaving you alone with a mountain of books and articles to skim for the thesis you’ve been writing for years. It’s why you need a servitor to begin with; there was too much work to be done and simply not enough time. 

No one should be in the house but you got the distinct feeling someone, or something, was.

Only the noise of the house rang through your ears, the creak of the floor boards, the wind battering against the windows. The occasional owl calling from the tree outside the window of the living room on the ground floor. You swiped a knife from the kitchen and one of the spare jars of graveyard dirt before heading downstairs.

What a terrifying image you portrayed: a raggedy university sweater and pajama pants, dark circle bruised beneath your eyes, and a dirty kitchen knife.

None of it mattered.

The sharp scent of magic clouded the air at the bottom of the steps leading to the basement, thick as a curtain. But it wasn’t the rotten scent you were accustomed to. It was heavier with the sickly sweetness of flowers, like a poisonous bloom attempting to lure you in.

And what would want to lure prey into a trap than a predator?

Standing in the circle was a man but he was too perfect to be just a man. Gold flowed through his veins, illuminating him from the inside out. His eyes glowed like honey as he stared at you, watching. Waiting.

You were so distracted by his eyes you barely realized he was naked. He didn’t seem to care either, or register the fact he’s hard and you can see the way his length bobs between his thighs. 

Embarrassment didn’t have a chance to take root because he said your name just as sweet as the flower smelled. 

You launched the jar of dirt at him in shock, the bottle shattering into a thousand pieces at his feet. The man made no move to avoid the explosion, didn’t disappear like the undead usually did when confronted with the reminder that they were no longer of the living. He didn’t even blink. 

“What are you?” you shouted, brandishing the knife as if that could do anything. He was in the circle, that was safe enough for now.

“Yours.”

“That’s not,” you start, breathless. “What are you?”

“I’m…” Soonyoung struggled with the words to explain his purpose. 

You tried to keep your eyes level with his but miles of bare, tan skin, with taunt muscles corded underneath proved too tempting. A few silver scars littered  his body, indecipherable in the light and the passage of time. He was much older than you could even begin to imagine; this form only the briefest glimpse of his actual power.

“I’m a servant.”

“You’re the servitor I summoned?”

The manuscript you studied didn’t specify what a servitor looked like, only that it would serve its summoner with whatever tasks it was assigned. 

He nodded widely. “I’m meant to serve whoever I’m bound to.”

“And now you’re bound to me.”

“Yes,” he swallowed. For the first time, he seems to realize he’s naked but continues to be unbothered by it. His palm shakily grazes over himself before curling around his thighs. 

Other passages from your reading came to mind as you forced your gaze away. 

Bind your servitor to their duties as soon as possible, they don’t do well without direction.

They are eager to please and are capable of any task their summoner presents them with.

“We need…” you swallowed, trying to hide the squeak in your voice. “We need to make a deal.”

He nodded.

“You have to follow all of my commands.”

“Of course.”

“If you don’t, I’ll banish you to a demiplane.”

His head tilted to the side, eyes pouring down your figure. Perhaps the stains of your sweater weren’t intimidating to him but you held the power. He was still stuck in the circle, and you could send him away with a spell. Either he listened or turned back into nothing. Or worse; stuck in a demiplane with no purpose.

“Whatever you tell me to do, I’ll do,” he rasped.

“Give me your name.”

“Hoshi.”

You almost settled for that but something told you that wasn’t right.

“Your true name,” you commanded.

He watched you for a long moment, eyes fading from gold to brown. Human eyes. Something familiar flickered in them until he said, “Soonyoung.”

As you repeat it, he shivers, a strangled inhale to match. You don’t mean to, but a quick glance down shows he’s hard and leaking. Obscenely so. To the point it mixes with the circle drawn on the floor.

“Swear to do everything I say, and to never disobey me.”

“I swear to follow your every command, exactly as you say them.”

“And…”

“And to never disobey you or betray you. I bind myself to you, and anything you wish of me.”

Something wasn’t right. Soonyoung seemed like he wanted to tell you more, but you needed to ask the right questions. You knew what the question was, and that made you dread it all the more.

“You’re not a servitor at all, are you?”

Soonyoung rolled his shoulders, his muscles shifting and flexing with the motion. He seemed to grow taller, take up more space with the action as if only a fraction of his true form existed in front of you and the rest was being hidden out of sight. “No.”

“Then what are you?”

“I think you know what I am.”

A demon.

A demon bound in service. To you.

Horrified, you rushed back up the way you came. If Soonyoung was truly a demon, then the wards would only keep him trapped for so long and the last place you need to be was next to him when he escaped. You felt the weight of his gaze on your back as you raced back up the stairs. Profound relief and disappointment greeted you once you were safely tucked back upstairs knowing that he hadn’t followed.

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[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

I saw your tags from the post about Stanley not breaking Ford's project. I just wanted to add: imagine if Ford realized the truth years later when Crampelter told him that HE broke his project. Like "I'm a changed man and I want to get this out my chest: I'm the one who broke your project in high school. But since your life seems to be good, then it probably didn't matters hahaha— why are you having a breakdown right now?"

Oh Ford would be so devastated, especially because there was a whole second half that got cut in the tags when i hit reblog:)

For those of you interested, here's the OG post

(Also, if anyone knows how to make the link smaller, i'd appreciate it. I don't know why its so big)

I had a whole thing about Stan, getting accused of breaking Fords project and no one believing him when he says he didn't do it (not even Ford), goes back to school and finds evidence that he wasn't responsible, like a video or someone else fessing up to it. Only Ford doesnt want to hear it, too stuck in his own hurt to listen to what Stan has to say. They have a whole argument that ends with Ford shouting at Stan to actually own up to something for once in his life and grow up.

Cue hurt feelings.

Well, since Stan knows he's innocent, and therefore owes Ford nothing, and Ford doesnt want to hear about said innocence, he's going to use his hurt feelings and anger to fuel his petty ambition of one upping Ford. Ford wanted to ditch Stan and become a famous scientist? Well now Stan's going to do that. He goes to school, manages to scrape enough passing grades to graduate and works in the evenings to feed himself, graduates, and goes to college. Its not Backupsmore, for two reasons.

This is not a college reconciliation story

Stan's college is actually halfway decent. Its not great, but its not bottom of the barrel, for a reason that will become important later.

Stan's now in college, working to get any kind of fancy science degree, where he meets (Drum roll) Emma-May! She becomes his new BFF and helps tutor him, through their shared love of pettiness and crime. They meet by both breaking into the same terrible professors office, Stan to cheat and mess him up because he's a jerk, Emma-May to riffle through his files and also mess him up because he's a jerk. Stan's a great partner in crime, and together they manage to graduate and get their degrees. Stan doesnt have a million phds like his brother surpress-a-lot, but he's got maybe one and a grant to study what he came to school to study.

Anomalies.

Ford was always going on about them, so Stan's going to discover something, publish it, and become super famous. Finds the perfect place to start and everything! He's got a place, money, a friend (who, aw dang, couldn't make it to her wedding because he was working/studying or whatever, but he sends her a card and calls to congratulate her).

Then four years after getting kicked out, he moves into his new house/lab/base of operations in Gravity Falls. Surely this is where he'll one up Ford! He's going to shove his success in Fords face and then who will be sorry for ever doubting Stan's ability to grow up and get things done!

Cue pikachu face spiderman meme in the grocery store as the new scientist Dr. Pines meets the new scientist Dr. Pines. Their labs are either on opposite sides of town or right across from each other, and now they are racing to be the first one to discover something truly grand about Gravity Falls. Stan would have published in year one but he knows if he does it too soon with something small beans Ford will swoop in with something more impressive immediately just to mess with him. Both of them summon Bill and Bill pops up to both because its hilarious, but Stan clocks him immediately, then goes to Fords house the next day and says 'oh i bet you fell for that triangles tricks didn't you! LIKE THE SUCKER YOU ARE!!" and Ford can't admit that he did so now he only talks to Bill to vent about Stan but also knows Stan's probably right but he has to prove him wrong! Meanwhile Stan just gets angrier and angrier, because Fords using every opportunity to show off how smart he is, and can't even let Stan have this one thing. Fords a genius! He can do whatever he wants! Stan fell in love with looking at all the strange and cool things in the woods and this is all he has going for him, and Ford's being a jerk by not backing off and finding some other field to excel in.

The portal never happens, because both of them are too busy spying on what the others doing and trying to out do them in some manner. Stan makes fun of Ford for going to Backupsmore, both as a proud alumni of a better college, and to really drive it in that Ford could have done better with his better grades and smarts, but went to the worst out of some sort of 'if i can't have the best why even try for anything good' mindset. Ford hate's it because Stan very much has a point.

SO if Crampelter ever came forwards and admitted to Ford that he broke his project, Ford's world immediately drops as he realizes he is now the bad guy in Stan's story. Stan was innocent, told him he was innocent, found some kind of proof 10 years ago about being innocent, and Ford turned his back on him and trusted the words of everyone around him that his brother was a scoundrel who was jealous of his success. He didn't see his brother for four years over this, and their pa kicked him out. He's spent the last 6 in some kind of weird science off competition, growling about how Stan's a con man who lied his way into a degree for the sake of petty revenge (which he's sure Stan did! He's sure! Stan's a trickster and a liar and-and)

And his twin brother, who's been his neighbor for six years and maybe even tried holding out an olive branch once or twice that Ford snuffed because it was never an apology like he wanted. Because Stan was never going to apologize, because he never did anything to apologize for.

Anyway Ford would drag his feet over to Stans, apologize and tell him Crampelter confessed, then immediately get punched because really? Stan's been telling him for years that he didn't do it, and Ford only believes it because the truth came from someone else? Anger! Anger towards brother a hundred years!

Now the shoes on the other foot as Ford's scrambling to figure out what he's supposed to be doing about all this while Stan's a pile of misery over Ford trusting their childhood bully more than Stan himself. No idea how this would shake out long term, but its what i got.

[threeacttragedy]

Entry 5 – The One About the Distorted Phone Screen that Sent Half the Fandom into the Ocean

I had no intention of writing about last week’s phone screen debacle, mainly because I found it obnoxious and a smidge infuriating. Not because I believed Jake to be on the phone screen but because people were SO QUICK TO BELIEVE it was Jake on the phone screen.

Honestly, I didn’t even need to see the “cleaned up” version of the picture because I would have sworn then – and would still swear now – it was Luke on the screen. White guy, dark hair, left hand touching his face (or, as it’s been suggested, removing sunglasses), signaling to me that the person in the photograph was left hand dominant. Add that in with all the information Luke and Nicola have laid out before us over the past three months (and, honestly, probably even before that) and there is no other answer: it’s Luke. The end, right? Nope, not even close. Like I mentioned in yesterday’s blog, we’re not allowed to have nice things.

The image comes from a video of Golda giving Nicola her WOTY award. People started taking screen grabs and dropping it into apps that claimed to clean up blurry images.

*Fun fact – I did this once to the picture of Nicola on the boat in Malta. I used three separate apps, in fact, and each time I got this frightening image of Nicola back. Do you remember the scene in Shrek where he picked up a frog and blew it into a balloon for Fiona? The frog’s eyes protruded out and his face was all puckered. That’s what I got back from these apps – a bulging-eyed monstrosity that looked nothing like Nicola. It was froggin’ weird (my Colin-Dad joke of the day), especially since, in the original image, you couldn’t even see her eyes as she appeared to be looking down at her phone.

Okay, back to what I was blabbing about…

People started adjusting the lighting on the screen grab of Nicola’s phone to extreme levels. And, there were even rumors flying around that people had superimposed Jake’s face on to the image and sent it out into the black abyss that is social media. I think I saw six different versions of the image within the first four hours of it dropping on X.

But, guess what, each time, I still saw Luke. Well, I take that back. One time, I swear I saw Johnny Bailey, which, if that had been true, I would have given Nicola a huge round of applause for being so hilariously catty about it all.

My advice, if you want to see the picture, pull it yourself. Go to YouTube, take a screen grab of it, and figure it out on your own. Do not put it through an app and don’t play with the lighting so much that it distorts the image. You may have noticed that I did not repost any of those images here. That was intentional. Form your own opinion about it.

Now that we have that out of the way – the part about me believing it was Luke on the phone screen and me suggesting you form your own opinion about it – I’ll move on to why I decided to write about this topic today.

It was because Luke did something yesterday that piqued my interest.

It wasn’t anything necessarily out of the ordinary. But, it also kind of was.

Simone Ashley posted to her grid yesterday a series of photographs. There’s nothing special here; she’s a beautiful woman putting her lovely image out into this world. It was the last picture in this slide deck that left me intrigued, though. It’s a picture of Simone – but, at the bottom left of the image, is a damn phone screen. Initially, I was a little confused by the image on the phone screen because it appeared to be Simone’s hands but also not Simone’s hands. What it was, is that the angle of the phone made the angle in which the image was depicted slightly different. Why not crop that phone out of it? Or, use a different image? Okay, whatever. I’m not sure I would have thought much of it – except Luke liked the post.

Why would this activate my little grey cells? Because it’s the first post of Simone’s in over a year that he has liked without Nicola also liking it. All throughout 2024, Luke has only liked the posts also liked by Nicola. Now, Nicola could very easily come back and like this post today or tomorrow or a week from now. She does like Simone’s posts frequently and, by Simone’s own words, Nicola and Simone are close. But, remember what I mentioned the other day. It’s the little changes that make people start giving the side eye. When taken collectively, Simone’s post, Luke’s like on the post, and the recent phone screen debacle seem, well, fucking connected in a damn funny way.

Kinda? Maybe?

I swear, I’m becoming one of those people who now plays Six Degrees to Lukola. What have I become?!

But, hey, let’s keep playing this game because, you have to admit, it IS kind of fun to speculate.

On November 10, Netflix UK dropped a post to its grid captioned “ME AND WHO???? [red heart]” The first slide in the deck is of Colin and Penelope’s wedding kiss – the one where Luke had his eyes open – and there is a red heart drawn between their chests (awe, their hearts). The remaining seven slides also include kissing couples but the red heart is drawn around their heads. The Luke and Nicola (like how I used Luke and Nicola, not Colin and Penelope this time?) picture stands out in this deck. It’s the first slide and the red heart is different than the others. And, what about that caption: “ME AND WHO????” Well, it's definitely NOT Nicola and Jake.

Is it a bit too far down the Delulu Rabbit Hole to believe Netflix would be in on a dig about “Who’s on Nicola’s phone screen?”

Perhaps.

But, remember this is also the same parent company that dropped “Nicola and Luke’s Cutest Moments” on August 28 (via Bridgerton Netflix IG), right smack dab in the middle of the Jake Festival Pap Disaster. Do you remember that? The fandom was bouncing all over the place. New festival pictures of Nicola and Jake had dropped the day before. Shondaland had also dropped a “Friends to Lovers” story that seemed oddly like Luke and Nicola. Melissa Dezarate dropped old Luke and Nicola pictures on her IG stories. Then, on August 28, Bridgerton Netflix dropped its “Cutest Moments,” and Melissa Dezarate shared more Luke and Nicola pictures on her IG stories. The “Cutest Moments,” pretty much entirely on its own (the rest was just extra frosting), turned our day right side up again. I salute you, Netflix.

Are we burrowing deeper into the Rabbit Hole? Meh. Let’s keep going.

Also on November 10, we had Dougie posting a mirror / elevator selfie to his grid with the caption, “I know it’s out of focus don’t tell me that.” Maybe he means something, maybe he doesn’t. Any ways, Jake liked this post. Now, I will admit, in the beginning of this Jake Side Story Extravaganza, I wasn’t keen on Dougie. He seemed aggressive on X – especially after those New York pap pictures dropped – but then I realized that his annoyance might be due to the narratives being spread about Jake, i.e., that he was being “hard launched” with Nicola. Recall that within a few hours of the Jake London Pap Disaster, Dougie posted to his stories an image of Jake looking at his phone with the “Mike/Sully Face Swap” meme superimposed over Jake’s face. If you research what this meme means, you’ll find that it is similar to a face-palm reaction or used for “overly ironic situations that leave you confused and perplexed.” Kind of funny, right? You’re welcome to take Dougie however you please, but over the past few weeks, I’ve become rather fond of him. He seems like a mischievous bloke, which is right up my alley.

I always have this feeling that the USS Lukola is surrounded by people who, after the ship hits a rogue wave, help to steer it back on course. The “people” come in the form of Nicola and Luke; cast, crew and friends; interviewers with their old edited-out snippets; and Netflix & Co. I’m sure I’m failing to name someone.

I shall wrap this post up with a quote from Jonathan Van Ness – who, by the way, is one of the most entertainingly funny and intelligent humans to watch. Earlier this week, JVN posted to his IG stories and Tiktok about “bobs.” With JVN, I never really know if he is being serious with what he puts out there or if we’re expected to read between the lines. Regardless, his comment was impactful to me:

“All this shit is just someone on Tiktok decided this was going to be the new name and tried to make that a trend. And that’s cool and that’s great and I love that. I just don’t want y’all getting confused. You know what I’m saying? This is just another variation of a bob.”

Take that as you please.

[paulyenvol6]

Bruised, Not Broken (Part 2)

This is part 2 of a one-shot I posted and it is based on this request. There will definitely be part 3 and maybe part 4 but we'll see :) Also, I just wanted to thank you for your wonderful support and I love you all <3

Contains: angst, mentions of pregnancy

Wordcount: 2.84k

Masterlist

Everything was spinning.

The ground beneath you was moving and although you knew that your mind was probably playing a trick on you you reached out to hold on to the wall of the inn.

You couldn't even cry. Your eyes were dry as a desert.

You knew you had to do something, walk away from this place but your body was frozen. Numb.

Everything was twisting and turning inside of you and as if it was a further sign from the gods the child in your womb kicked and moved so much that your upper body buckled.

You had nothing left in the world. Everything about this felt surreal and distant but at the same time you instantly knew your life would never be the same. What were you to do?

If someone walked past you they would probably assume that you were perfectly fine because your internal chaos wasn't visible from the outside. Your only reaction was the way your bottom lip trembled.

You didn't know how long you were standing by the brothel. Perhaps you could've measured the time by the movement of the sun but you couldn't raise your head high enough to watch it. Your eyes searched the crowd and only after a few minutes did you ask yourself why you had just done it. What had you been looking for? A sign that all of this was just a nightmare?

What were you to do? was the question repeatedly appearing in your head. What if you just ran away? You could find a boat and go to Essos. You could raise your child there and never hear from Daemon again.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in your stomach and the tears that washed over you came so unexpected that you choked on a cry. Images of your husband appeared in your head. His smile, the way he tilted his head, his warm eyes. You allowed your tears to flow because otherwise you might have exploded and then soon, you didn't know where she had come from, you saw a woman's face in front of you through the veil of tears.

"My lady, are you quite alright?"

With trembling lips you nodded and tightened your grip on the facade of the house.

"Are you sure? Something I can do?"

You shook your head and then she left after giving you another suspicious glance. You were left alone and truthfully you appreciated it.

Time passed with you trying to calm yourself somehow but you couldn't fight the occasional breakouts and then, it was almost dark now, you knew you had to do something. You would either freeze here or get assaulted by someone and despite all your emotions, your child was still your priority.

You took a step back from this damned brothel and felt like a babe learning how to walk. Your knees were wobbly and your whole body was shaking so hard that you wished you could hold on to something. And yet you made it to the middle of the street and as if your whole life hadn't just got shattered into a million pieces you started to make your way back to the red keep.

In some way you were torn apart because you wished you could avoid Daemon for the rest of your life and not feel embarrassed and humiliated by merely looking at him but on the other hand the thought of screaming and shouting at him until you'd lose your voice sounded tempting as well.

When you eventually arrived at the keep you felt like you were about to explode from all the anger inside of you and you knew in order to survive, you needed to get it out. The guards were obviously too professional to comment on your expression and just allowed you to enter the castle and then the first thing that you did was make your way up to your chambers.

You didn't know what to expect. You didn't know what time it was so you thought that Daemon might still be out. Perhaps it would be even better that way so you could have a little more time to prepare yourself for the confrontation.

Your nails dug into the palms of your hands while you stared at the door. Driven by your rage you opened it and immediately heard a noise inside. You pressed your teeth into your bottom lip and slowly entered the room while searching for your husband.

"Honey!" he shouted and your eyes found him by the table. "Where have you been, I thought you would only be gone for an hour. Did something happen? I was so worried, tell me. Are you fine?"

Mayhaps he mistook your teary eyes with a reaction to something that had happened to you. You flashed your eyes at him and hissed out when his hand reached out to touch your upper arm.

"No," you dangerously whispered and you could see his eyes widening.

"What is it?"

You chuckled quietly but could feel your veins throbbing. "Fuck you."

"Darling, what – "

"Shut up. And don't call me darling," you said close to tears now and pushed him away from you.

"Y/n, I don't understand – " "DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME," you screamed completely overtaken by your rage which concerned Daemon so much that he took a step back.

"OF COURSE YOU UNDERSTAND YOU STUPID LIAR. I KNOW WHAT YOU DID."

Despite feeling unaware of the fact that you had started to cry again, you tasted something salty on your lips.

"No, y/n, please listen to me."

"I don't wanna listen to anything out of your mouth, EVER AGAIN," you hissed and pointed with your finger at him.

"You are an arsehole, an evil lying disgusting arsehole. You fucking CHEATED on me while I was here in the keep scared of having a miscarriage and then you came back here acting all loving and caring without even having any regrets. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU??"

You were blinded by your emotions and didn't care about wakening up the whole castle. You wanted to hit him in his face until you forgot about his existence. Before you could even register it Daemon reached out to your hand and enclosed it tightly.

"Please, darling, I didn't know. I didn't know that you were in danger, otherwise I would've been here immediately."

You pulled back trying to free your hand from his grip and eventually he let go.

"You CHEATED, Daemon. NOTHING can justify this. Why the fuck would you do this?" you cried and dropped your head to your chest feeling very tired suddenly.

"I'm sorry. I know I fucked it up," he whispered and tried to come closer to you.

"Stay back," you sobbed.

He watched you cry for a few minutes and for some reason it made you even angrier. How could he just stand there acting like nothing was wrong while you bawled your eyes out? Why didn't he cry? Why wasn't he on his knees apologizing?

You wiped over your eyes with the back of your hand. "I don't wanna see you again. I'm gonna leave the keep."

Now Daemon's eyebrows lifted and for the first time he looked genuinely concerned. "What."

"I'm gonna leave. Do you actually think I want to spend another second in your presence after what you have done to me?"

Daemon took a step towards you and grabbed your shoulder.

"We have a child together. You can't just leave, we're married."

"Oh I can. Watch me," you hissed quietly.

"Y/n, don't be childish now."

You laughed out loudly and Daemon seemed so worried now that you could see in his body's reaction that he was nervous.

"I'm childish? You cheated on me and now you're calling me childish because I say don't want to live with you?"

"It was a one-time thing, gods be good. I won't go the brothel again. Ever. If that's what you want."

"You can do whatever you want from now on. You can go fuck your whores as often as you like, I don't care."

Daemon shook his head and looked to the ground. "That's not I want. I want you."

"Well, if you did, you wouldn't have cheated on me, Daemon Targaryen."

Your voice was barely more than a whisper and you were proud of yourself for sounding so indifferent although inside of you there was a storm.

"How did you find out?" he breathed after a moment of silence.

"I passed the brothel. And then the owner saw me and asked when you would come by again. I was confused and he explained everything to me."

Daemon pressed his hand on his eyes and murmured something you didn't understand but you didn't care to ask him.

"I'll leave tonight."

He closed his eyes looking frustrated. "Y/n, you can't just leave like this. Please be reasonable for a moment. You're with child and where do you even wanna go?"

"I'll find something," you whispered and then the both of you remained silent for a few minutes before you started to speak again.

"As I said so many times before, you're not able to listen to me. You don't understand what I'm saying and why I'm saying it. I guess now you don't have to anymore."

Daemon gulped loudly and tilted his head at you.

"What do you want me to do? I'll do anything, what do I have to do so you'll forgive me?"

"There is nothing. You broke my trust, you betrayed me and nothing will ever make up for it."

He shook his head and now you could finally see some tears in his eyes as well.

"Don't say that…," Daemon whispered.

"Goodbye," you whispered and turned around.

For a moment you thought he was coming after you but then you were already standing in the corridor and asked yourself whether you had wanted him to come after you or not.

1 month later

"I don't wish to see him, Ser Roggers."

"He's persistent."

Yes he was. Daemon had written countless letters to you, begging you to come back and if you were being honest with you you were surprised he acted so pathetic and had just swallowed his pride like this.

"Tell him that I'm not here."

Ser Roggers looked down to the ground. "It's too late for that, my lady."

"Then tell him something else, I don't care. I'm not gonna see him."

You crossed your legs and turned around signalizing him that the conversation was over now so Ser Roggers had no choice but to bow and leave your chambers.

Once you heard the door closing you sighed out and leaned back in your chair. It had been almost a month since you had left Daemon and everything that was happening around you still seemed absurd and surreal. You were living at Dragonstone now as Viserys had found that it was the only solution to this "situation" as he had called it.

The night after you had found out about Daemon cheating on you you had intended to storm out of the red keep but Viserys, who had found about your argument with his brother, had stepped in your way before you could even leave the castle.

At first he had tried everything to convince you to stay but after he had realized that nothing would make you spend another hour in Daemon's presence he had decided to grant you some time alone but in order to hide this crisis from the smallfolk Viserys had ordered you to go to Dragonstone.

Therefore you had a safe and warm place to live during you pregnancy and what would follow after you didn't want to think about right now.

You sat in your chair a few more minutes until Ser Roggers returned to your chambers. His facial expression worried you at first and you flared your nostrils.

"Is he gone?" He sighed but then nodded. "Yes. He left."

You exhaled deeply. "Good."

"But my lady, I don't think… I mean I think it would be good to see him. He's the father of your child. And your husband."

You rolled your eyes and grinded your teeth threateningly.

"I don't want to see him. He humiliated and embarrassed me and just because he inserted himself inside of me once doesn't mean I'm obligated to spend the rest of my life with him."

He widened his eyes at your inappropriate words but you ignored it.

"I wish to be left alone by him. I do hope you have made that clear to him. No more letters or visits."

"I tried to, yes. But I don't know if he'll actually do it."

You rolled your eyes again. "Then try harder."

Ser Roggers bowed and then excused himself and you were left with a bitter feeling in your stomach. You didn't want to be mean to your most loyal and closest companion here but just hearing Daemon's name made your blood boil. And yet it wasn't Ser Rogger's fault, he only followed your orders.

With a feeling of regret you promised yourself that you would be kinder to him in the morrow and then rose from your chair. It was still early but you were feeling quite tired already so you made your way to the door to ask your servants to prepare your supper so you could go to sleep early.

The next weeks passed and each day you felt like everything you were doing became more difficult. Your belly has swelled to an unimaginable size and soon the easiest things such as walking up a staircase became almost unbearable.

And then you were in your ninth month and you made a decision that probably shocked you the most out of all people.

You allowed Daemon to visit you.

You couldn't even exactly explain why you chose to do it but the date of the birth of your child growing closer triggered a feeling of both helplessness and reasonableness in you. Because as much as you still hated him and swore yourself you'd never come back to him on a daily basis you knew that he would demand to see his child. It would be his heir after all and even you couldn't deny him to visit his child.

And well aware that the first few weeks after giving birth would be hard for you you decided to rather get used to seeing him every now and then now.

When you told Ser Roggers the news his jaw dropped and he was too stunned to speak for a second.

"Pardon me, my lady. But did you say I am to invite the prince to dragonstone?"

The last weeks Daemon had still kept you busy with a lot of letters begging and pleading for your forgiveness and you had been quite vocal about your displeasure so it was no wonder Ser Roggers was confused now.

"Yes. Of course you may not invite him to live here with me. Just for an afternoon or supper."

The knight hesitate but then nodded. "F-Fine. I'm going to make it happen, my lady."

And so on the very same evening the message arrived that Daemon would be coming to dragonstone on the next day. Ser Roggers told you that Daemon had intended to come the very same day but he had refused him with the explanation that you needed a lot of sleep in this state so your husband had insisted on coming with the first light of dawn.

That night you went to sleep with an odd feeling in your stomach. You didn't know what it would be like to see him again. It had barely been two months and yet you so felt so distant to him that you caught yourself thinking whether you had actually known him at some point. What if he would drag you back to the red keep?

'No,' you thought and turned to your other side. 'All of this is still under Viserys' watch and Daemon wouldn't turn against his own brother.' But well, hadn't he turned against you? His wife?

You thought back to your life months ago. How well you were able to remember how happy you had been when the maesters had told you that you were with child. Your life had seemed perfect. A loving and protecting husband who worshiped you like a goddess. A safe and comfortable life in the keep and a promising future.

Unconcsiously tears had welled in your eyes and you blinked several times. You couldn't fool yourself, because as strong and angry you appeared towards the people here at dragonstone and first and foremost Ser Roggers, you were deeply hurt and had found yourself crying to sleep more than once.

Everything could have been magical if Daemon hadn't been so stupid to destroy it. All he had to do was open his eyes and see what both your lives had become now because you were certain that he wasn't any happier now as well. And that was entirely his fault.

You clenched your fist and gulped loudly. You had to stay strong now. Tonight and tomorrow. This would only work if you'd be able to control your feelings and remain calm.

You raised your chin and then fell asleep.

[icyg4l]

How Have You Grown Over the Past Year?

Hello beautiful people! Happy New Year! I am so happy to be posting this new PAC for you all. I plan to upload more frequently from now on in this new year of 2025. I am currently available for personal readings so if you would like one, please message me privately! As the title states, this reading is all about recognizing the growth you've made in the past twelve months. So without further ado, please choose the pile that resonates with you the most!

Top Left to Bottom Right: (1-4)

Pile One: You must have gone from boo'd up to single, Pile One. I am hearing the word, "uprooted". Throughout the past year, you have been put in uncomfortable situations consecutively. You could have had to switch jobs because of an incident or move homes because of a mold problem (for some of you). You could have lost multiple loved ones. Either way, these situations have helped you become more self-sufficient and resilient. Tragedies are hard to deal with, however, you have learned what not to do. You intuitively picked up on how to handle situations that others would not be able to. You may feel hardened by these particular experiences, unable to see past your traumas. But you are more empathetic than ever. It is important that you know you will be a great teacher some day. One day you will look back on everything that you have accomplished while in the midst of chaos.

Cards Used: 4 of Wands. 3 of Swords. The High Priestess. 5 of Cups. 10 of Cups.

Affirmation: "I am actively rebuilding my life one step at a time."

Pile Two: The past couple of years could have been socially debilitating for you. Some of you could have prominent Saturn placements, such as a 1H Saturn or Capricorn/Aquarius Sun. I am sensing an energy of nervousness here. It's possible that you can have prominent Virgo/Gemini energy too. Anyway, you have had a come-to-Jesus moment. For years, you have allowed yourself to fall behind, to be in the shadows. But now, you you are making the attempt to be heard and seen. But remember who you are doing this for. Is it to wear the shoes of those who've belittled you? Or is it to walk your own path with your head held high? It seems that you are choosing to believe in yourself rather than listening to other people. You're becoming bolder by the minute. It's what your inner child would have wanted. Trusting the ideas that make no sense will be fulfilling to you. Make sure that you continue to leave your mark on this world, dear.

Cards Used: 3 of Cups (RX). The Hermit. 6 of Cups. Judgment. 8 of Wands.

Affirmation: "Expressing myself comes easy."

Pile Three: You deserve a round of applause, babe. It takes a lot of strength and tenacity to be loved. To be vulnerable with someone is to be seen fully by the other person. Your energy feels like a warm embrace. Your goal of feeling whole cannot be completed without the right people around you. Be glad that you've let these people in as they genuinely care for you. You've acquired peace, because you've realized that being hyper-independent isn't enough. Because of pride, many people would not own up to their feelings of insecurity. But because you are honest with yourself and are humble enough to allow honest people in your life, you are now living in a world full of happiness. Peace and quiet is great to bask in. Just stay grounded and don't let self-sabotage get to you.

Cards Used: The World. Strength. Queen of Discs. King of Discs.

Affirmation: "Love and support surrounds me everywhere I go."

Pile Four: Self-concept is important, is it not? That's why you made the decision to stop beating yourself up. You stopped setting unrealistic goals for yourself that could have possibly landed you into the hospital, or a rehab facility. You fought for a healthier body image. You casted spells to feel more comfortable in your skin. You have reflected on the jokes and slick comments, and instead of sulking, you just sat with them. You take them to the chin. It has taken a lot of rewiring to not make yourself the butt of the joke, but here you are. Forgiving yourself is no easy journey. But you have done it. You are doing it. Now don't let anyone, including yourself, deface you again. Letting the haters hate you, instead of being a self-hater, is a damn good philosophy that you've added to your noggin, babe!

Cards Used: 7 of Wands. The Emperor. 3 of Wands. 4 of Discs. 10 of Wands (RX). Queen of Wands.

Affirmation: "I accept my body in every form that it comes in"

[loveabunbun]

; CHOI SOOBIN 🐰 a job with good benefits

— note; if u thought i was normal abt this post you’re. dead. wrong.

— cw; ceo soobin, pa/boy toy reader, unbalanced work dynamics, subtop male reader, power bottom soobin, possessiveness, fucking in his office, sir kink (sb), praise kink (r), lil pet play (r is puppy), handjob (r receiving), cum swallowing. 2.3k words.

there’s a particular rhythm to the knock that sounds on the dark door to his office, one he knows needs no answer before it pushes open and your head pops through, a polite smile on your face. it's something to four, and the corridors on the exec floor are drastically busier with the comfort of home in sight. as you did almost every day, your blazer had been left behind, the smooth roll to your sleeves a casual reminder of your position in the company.

“hey mr choi. i finally got the reports from marketing for this quarter.” you wave the thick packet of papers in the air as you walk in further, the heavy door closing behind you and silencing the work buzz with a soft click. “you’d think i’d threatened his entire family, the way jake avoided me this week — it almost hurt my feelings.”

you laugh and your handsome boss gives you one too, except it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. he knows why it was so hard for you to get a hold of the blond; it was his doing after all. soobin had asked him (quite nicely too, according to his standards) to keep his distance after he was told of the manager's substantial crush on you, but did he have to be so obvious about it? enough for it to hinder your work? he has to stop himself from rolling his eyes. jake’s fortunate you turned out to be a little oblivious in that regard. him even more so — it made it that much easier for you to stay wrapped around his fingers. how could you not see what he and every other person in the office saw?

a shame really. the first time you met he was enthralled by your intelligence, sense of humour, and your good looks (you were hired on the spot not two months ago) but he couldn’t help but notice the humility that prevented you from reaching higher. his personal assistant? soobin’s sure the roles could’ve been reversed and would’ve worked just as well. or maybe you simply enjoyed being at someone's beck and call. who’s to say.

the older man rises from his chair and circles his desk to rest on the front, outstretching a hand towards you. you hand him the stack, as usual. then he tosses it onto open desk space without another look, you follow it with a blank stare. you’re wearing nothing out of the ordinary but soobin can’t take his eyes off of you, wolfishly taking in the way your broad shoulders look encased by your shirt and the way your watch makes your veiny hand look a little bigger.

“i’ve also saved the documents to the shared files for you to look at whenever. oh, and before i forget. your lunch tomorrow with ms huh re the fearless campaign has been moved to midday, i hope it’s not too inconvenient for you. her pa double-booked.” amateur. soobin can hear the pride in your voice, confident you’d never make such a mistake. cute.

“that’s fine, thanks for rearranging. so my meeting with hongjoong?”

“you’ll have an hour rest before seeing mr kim.”

“good job, i always know i can count on you.”

“of course mr choi,” you wave a limp wrist in his direction with a sheepish smile, finding something else, not near as eye-catching as him, to look at in the room.

“i’ve already said you can call me hyung when we’re alone — you don’t have to be so formal. or, as you know, sir works just as fine.”

“ah,” your smile falters as a flash of a memory from a few nights ago darts across your mind. ‘sir’ was his preferred title the last time you’d been in private together, his penthouse balcony two nights ago, less sober and a lot closer than you stood now. you shake your head to lose the lewd image of him bouncing on top of you that begins to form before your eyes. before you can think about them, the words are flowing from your lips, “i understand, sir.”

“good boy.” it makes you freeze on the spot; he can’t be saying that at this time, at this place. a shiver runs down your spine when you finally meet his eyes again, dark and dripping with hunger. "you always work so hard for me: i’m sure you’d like something in return for your efforts?"

he most certainly is.

rising up to his full height, soobin watches with a smirk as you stiffen up once more, now looking anywhere besides him. you steal an inch or two above your already towering boss, which makes it easier to look over his cherry-coloured head, but that leaves him in direct eye contact with your smooth neck, bobbing up and down as you begin to stammer out.

"well, you already pay me quite a lot," he steps closer, and you take a step back.

"a different form of payment," he scans your body from bottom to top, head tilted in mock curiosity as he plays your game. it hasn’t been long since you first found yourself tangled in his sheets, but soobin already knows you. knows you like the back of his hand that sneaks a finger into one of your belt loops.

“w-wait. here? n-now?” he takes another forward, you another back. the distance between your bodies is small enough that if you flinched too hard you’d touch. “i mean, it’s almost four, everyone’s going to be moving around, y-you can’t—“

“i can’t?” you shut up immediately. “are you trying to tell me what i can and can’t do, ln?”

fuck. the plush of a leather seat meets your calves when you try to take another step back. double fuck. soobin sees the opportunity and takes it, slim fingers coming up to your chest and pushing. you fall ungracefully, but there’s no time to adjust, because your attractive boss is leaning down towards you, hand now holding your tie to pull your face towards his.

“answer me.” your palms start to sweat where they lay on the armrest. your legs are spread wide and he takes a look at the not-so-modest bulge under your suit pants. a whine slips from your lips when you realise where his gaze is focused.

“no! no, i’m not, i’m sorry.” he raises an eyebrow. “i’m sorry sir.”

he beams at you, dimples coming in to steal the show. for someone so sexy, exuding such confidence and charisma, it never took long for you to submit —adorable really. soobin can’t help but demand more. “you learn so quickly puppy. why are you shy? we’ve done more in worse places, don’t you think? my office is nothing. let me treat you.”

with that, the businessman slides onto your lap, long legs clad in his pinstripe suit coming to frame your thighs. your fingers twitch beside you. despite your brain and previous experience telling you otherwise, you can’t help but want to hold him, to tug him closer and let him devour you whole.

indeed, his office wasn’t that special; you had access most others did not and more than once had found yourself there during the late hours, doing things a chief executive and his assistant shouldn’t. it was more the thought of employees coming and going, hearing you explore each other’s bodies that kept you on edge.

you know there’s nothing left on his schedule today — you organised it after all. yet, the ceo wasn’t a stranger to quick end-of-day visits, charming and inviting as he is. it’s one of the reasons morale ran so high company-wide, with everyone vying and succeeding at being on his good side. well, except a certain someone, unbeknownst to you. you could only hope this was not one of those days.

soobin thankfully presses closer until his chest is against yours and your head tilts back, almost uncomfortably, to look him in the eye. his cherry blossom hair falls forward, showing off his strong, dark eyebrows. his full lips tease you endlessly, and you stretch up to ghost them.

soobin knows what you want, watching as you watch his lips curl into a grin, “wanna touch?” you say yes instantly, hands ghosting his hips. just his weight on your legs isn’t enough. “not yet.”

your eyebrows furrow, and he thinks for a second you’ll complain, challenge him like sometimes you did. but instead, you tuck a lip between your teeth, sighing through your nose, “touch me then, please?”

his hand drops your tie to slide up onto your throat, slender fingers curling to hold your jaw in place, “since you asked so nicely, puppy.” his other drops to your belt, leisurely undoing all the barriers until he can squeeze a hand into your underwear.

his hands are cold against your hot dick, and you gasp onto his lips. the older laughs, giving you a cute. always so sensitive. all for him. only for him. he pulls you out half-hard, before making sure your eyes are still on him. they were. then he lets his saliva build in his mouth and bows forward before letting a thick wad fall onto your cockhead.

“ohhh, shit. that’s— you’re so fucking hot, sir.” spreading his spit, he starts fisting your cock to its full length in moments, the hand on your throat tightening slightly in possessiveness. no one else could hear you like this, see you like this, touch you like this. soobin can’t help but lean down and connect your lips, swallowing all of your pretty noises.

his tongue reaches into your mouth and you’re quick to suck on it, his eyes falling half-mast in lust. you do well in keeping your hands away, nails digging into the tough fabric of the armrests in an attempt to ground yourself. it’s harder to control your hips though, and you fuck gently into soobin’s fist with a hiss.

he feels you squirming under his weight and pushes harder down, a silent warning you take well. it's difficult, so difficult, to keep from moving. and being unable to squeeze at his thighs or his waist is a feat harder than you recall. you let your head roll back to regain some focus. it doesn’t help much. not when soobin starts twisting his wrist with each ascend and descend down your leaking length, calculated squeezes at your swollen cockhead and base that makes a sweat break out over your body, “so good, yeah, fuck me,”

the ceo is obsessed with how your face scrunches up in pleasure, hushed moans falling from your lips as you plead for him not to stop, to let you touch him. so handsome. even more so when you beg. a pretty dimpled smile blooms on his face, "being such a good boy for me, only for me, hm? letting me fuck you at work like this,”

still looming above you, soobin is amused by the effectiveness of your puppy-dog eyes at his words and how your breath hitches. you nod quickly, paying no mind to his controlling tone. despite your earlier worries, you quickly surrendered to his will. you always did. “say it.” he demands, slowing his pace.

“y-yes! all yours, sir, only yours. please, wanna cum for you,” soobin purrs in delight at your words, dick stirring in his pants at your indecency. seems you didn’t care so much about being heard anymore. the walls are soundproof anyway.

the older leans in closer, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck to kiss you harshly, meeting your moans with one of his own. “touch me,”

and that you do, not forgetting to thank him as you squeeze his ass and tug him closer. your other hand grips his wrist to hold him in place so you can fuck into his fist, feeling yourself shoot closer to an embarrassingly fast orgasm. more groans and whines fall from your lips and soobin can tell just how close you are.

he slides off your lap, much to your weak protests, but when he lands on his knees and swallows your leaking cock in one swift move, you’re immediately silenced. all it takes is one look down into his hungry eyes as you’re stuffed in his tight, wet mouth to push you over the edge.

“haah-! fuck sir, i’m cumming, cumming,” your hands seek his bright hair as your hips pull up from the seat, body tensing up as you release all you have into your boss. soobin’s nose is buried in your groin, tongue flattening and throat opening up for your seed to spill down. despite his controlled breathing, he can’t stop his responsive moans, unbelievably turned on as he lets you thrust lightly into his mouth until your high washes over and away from you. when your grip loosens, he slides off with a vulgar pop, having made sure to clean you up entirely. he swallows it all. as you pant, you look down at your stupidly attractive employer.

he leans back on a hand to showcase his straining bulge, feeling his body burn with desire at the taste of your salty cum. “look what you did to me, yn. ‘m so fucking hard because of you,” he bites his plump bottom lip as his other hand trails down his chest and abs until he can grip himself, whining lowly at the contact, “you’ll take care of me, right? like a good pup?”

you can’t look away from him, leaning forward and swallowing your spit as if in a trance. your softened cock jumps at the thought of soon being held between his thighs, pleasuring him with your skilled tongue. or if you’re lucky, getting to bury yourself deep inside his sweet ass, “of course, sir, whatever it is you need from me.”

soobin grins wickedly up at you, as he sheds his blazer and pulls at his knotted tie, pink hair shielding the dark look in his eyes. you’re all his, alright. no way you’d leave a job with such good benefits.

©2024 getoogles. all rights reserved.

[gumified]

satoru being a desperate mess for you

content: dom!reader, sub!satoru, modern au, orgasm denial, praise, satoru being a cutie <3

note: tumblr still not letting me post images TT hopefully they reply to my email, pray for me !!!

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if any one of satoru's friends could see him right now they definitely wouldn’t recognise the whining boy that’s begging to cum. according to the things that satoru gojo tells his popular jock friends, he's the dominant one in bed and you're always a moaning mess under him. emphasis on the under him. 

only a few know that satoru gojo is a submissive whimpering bundle of nerves when he's met with you. sure, he's the popular guy at university and everyone knows what's up with him but put his girlfriend in front of him and he instantly melts. you are the only thing that makes satoru turn into a stuttering boy begging for his release. and that is exactly what he is right now.

"y/n…" he whines, hands struggling against the handcuffs that bind him. you're smirking as you sit in his cock, slowly dragging your hips up and down. you've been edging him on and denying him of his orgasm for so long that he thinks he's about to go crazy. "y-y/n! fuck!"

the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin has your skin crawling with lust as you listen to the lewd sounds. satoru continues to beg and struggle. he's panting, and you drag your fingers up his chest, drawing small circles that make him shiver. his thighs quiver as you ride him, cock throbbing inside of you. he moans, throwing his head back and bucking his hips to create more friction. the handcuffs restrict him from touching your body and he just wants to feel you, wants to touch your soft skin.

"aren't you just adorable?" you coo, noticing the way his cheeks flush pink and his mouth hangs open slightly. "my pretty boy."

there's something that sparks inside you whenever you hear your boyfriend lose control and plead for you. it makes you see nothing but him. you continue to slide down on his cock, occasionally grinding your hips on his which makes satoru groan. it hurts so bad and he wants to cum. he wants to cum so bad. 

"heard your friends talking about how good you fuck me." he tenses beneath you. "baby, you didn't tell them that i'm the one doing the fucking? that you're the one that turns into a sobbing mess?" satoru gulps and shakes his head nervously. he doesn't know how you'll react and he hopes you don't do what he thinks you're going to do. a wicked grin twitches at your lips and you stop your movements which causes him to let out a desperate whimper. you give him a pout. "that's bad toru. you're not a bad boy are you?"

"n-no…"

you smirk, walls clenching around his cock as you reach over to unlock him from his handcuffs. "why don't you show me how good you are?" 

satoru's eyes widen with shock but you see the underlying desire. he looks at you, bringing his bottom lip in between his teeth. you’re so pretty and he can’t help but stare at your body, taking in every curve in front of him. his hands grip your waist, rocking you back and forth, slowly at first, before speeding up a tiny bit. you moan his name, showering him with praises. it feels so good, the warmth in his hands spreading across your body and the way his cock slides in and out of you makes you keen with pleasure. 

"shit!" he groans. "i-i…i’m so close, so so close, hnghh, y/n i’m gonna - a-ah!" 

he's at a loss for words as he babbles desperately, hands still on your waist as he guides you up and down. you grin cockily and lean in to give him a kiss, one that starts soft but quickly deepens, throwing him into an intense frenzy. your lips move against his with a passionate rhythm, tongues tangling, and the heat between you escalating. the sight of him losing control, eyes closed, breath hitching, and hands gripping you tighter, sends a thrill through your body.

"baby you're doing so well." you moan, pulling him closer to your body. another whimper escapes satoru's throat and this time it's strangled and he's desperate to cum. you feel his huge cock throb and twitch inside of you and you know he's close. you speed up your movements and allow him to moan and unwind in front of you. 

"y-y/n please let me cum, p-please!" he begs, a sob wracking his throat. his hands clutch at you with a frantic urgency, his entire body shaking with the intensity of his need.

you trace kisses up the column of his neck, whispering the words you knew he would hate to hear. "no."

[impale-me-radio-daddy]

The Lookalike

☒ Summary: The first thing you remembered after your death was an argument. “No, this isn’t one of my fucking sluts.” The man behind you exhaled, frustrated. “This is a present for you. Something to help you work through your Alastor fixation.” You awaken in Hell as the near-spitting image of a certain infamous radio host. Unfortunately for you, you immediately fall into the clutches of his nemesis. 

☒ Warnings: hermaphrodite!reader, deer!reader, crying!reader, they/them pronouns used, explicit content, reader is in Hell for a reason, Valentino, canon typical scenarios.

☒ Author's note: This is now a complete series! Part I Part2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 6 BONUS SCENE Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Epilogue

The first thing you remembered after your death was an argument.

“What the fuck, Val? You can’t just come in here and dump a fucking body on my fucking floor. Christ.” The first voice was a man’s, the intonation weary rather than angry. He walked towards you, each footstep reverberating through the floor and through your tender skull. “Look, I don’t want to be in the same room with you right now.”

“This isn’t a body.” The second man spoke from behind you, and you could practically hear him rolling his eyes. Dimly, you took stock of your situation. You were on the floor. Your head hurt. Your body felt weird.

“One of your sluts, then. I don’t fucking care, just get it out of here.”

“No, this isn’t one of my fucking sluts.” The man behind you exhaled, frustrated. “This is a present for you. Something to help you work through your Alastor fixation.”

No, your body wasn’t just painful, but really weird, like all of your joints weren’t quite where you remembered them. You were pretty sure your ears were in the wrong place. What had happened?

“Oh, fuck you, Val. I don’t have a-” The man in front of you stopped mid sentence, an audible intake of breath. “Oh. Oh, fuck. What the fuck, Val?”

The second man made a pleased noise deep in his throat, and laughed. “See? I know what you really want.”

“Fuck me, that’s, uh, some resemblance.” The first man’s voice slowed, tone shifting from annoyance to something closer to awe. He moved closer, and you felt the air shift as he crouched next to you, getting a closer look. “Where did you get them?”

“We had some idiots posted near the east side boundary who were meant to look out for Alastor. This one was just lying in the street. Wrong color, but you know the saying- life gives you lemons, you see how many you can insert into one slut.”

“Fucking hell.” The first man leaned in closer, and you squinted open your eyes. Blue was most of what you could see. Glowing blue. He placed a hand on your shoulder, and you gave an involuntary sound, a static crackle and a whine like a capacitor with a faulty mount. “Oh fuck, they even sound like him! Val!”

“Whatever you say, snookums.” Val exhaled again, the air moving as he walked away. “Pheremones on the cabinet if you need them, you can thank me when you’re done with your new toy.”

“Where am I?” you asked, your voice feeling deeply unfamiliar, a coarse, crackling edge to it. Groggily, you lifted your head, still squinting. The man who had stayed was glowing blue, and you squinted at him uneasily, your eyes not quite working as you expected. Where were your glasses? “Who are you?”

“Oh, fuck, that voice is so fucking close. This is so great. Hey, can you look at me real quick?” A blue hand caught the bottom of your chin, guiding your head, and you found yourself staring into a rectangle of blue. “Can you say I’m sorry Vox?”

“Who’s Vox?” you asked, genuinely puzzled. “Why are you a television?”

“Ohh fuck.” The man let your chin drop, withdrawing his touch. “You really are new here, aren’t you? Fucking Val.” He sighed, and as your eyes adjusted further, you could see his face was digital, a pattern dancing across the screen. “Alright, first off, I’m Vox. Let’s get you up.”

His hand around your forearm, Vox helped you to your feet. Which you didn’t have. You had hooves. You looked away, feeling faintly nauseous, and nearly tripped as soon as you were standing, only Vox’s arm holding you up. You made another sound of distress, a static whine.

“Hey, hey.” Vox’s tone shifted again, from his previous intense interest in you to something softer. “You’ll be okay. Let’s get you to the bed.”

Stumbling, you made it to the bed, and Vox lowered you carefully onto the sheets. They were a dark blue, the thread count so high they were almost silky to the touch.

You pulled your legs up onto the bed and started feeling the length of them with your fingers, the familiar knee to the unfamiliar cleft of the hoof, your panic continuing to rise. “What’s happening to me? Is this even real?”

“Fuck me that’s hot,” breathed Vox, his gaze on your hooves for a moment before he tore it away. He sat beside you, hesitating before placing a hand on your shoulder. “Yes, this is real. Everyone goes through this, y’know. I’m a fuckin-” he gestured to his face. “You get used to it.”

Alarm flooded your body. Used to this? With your legs too long, and your ears- and whatever the fuck was growing out of the top of your head- you didn’t even want to think about that. Tears welled up hot in your eyes, and you swallowed down a sob, something that came out sounding like the pop of a small capacitor bursting.

Vox watched you with a hungry fascination. “Hey,” he said, reaching across to brush the wetness from your cheeks. “It’s hard. Fuck, I know it’s hard. Let me take care of you, okay? I can take care of you.” His arm snaked around your shoulders, and you found yourself pressed against Vox’s chest, his other hand a gentle pressure at the small of your back. Vox smelled faintly of hot plastic and windex, but his body was warm, and welcoming, and you nuzzled into his collar as the tears came, half static sobs that shook from your diaphragm up through your shoulders.

“Hey, baby deer, it’ll be okay.” Vox’s palm smoothed your back, rubbing slow circles over your shoulderblades as you cried. “I’ll take good care of you, you’ll see.” His claws went to your collar, undoing the top button of your shirt with thumb and forefinger.

You looked down, surprised, as Vox undid the second button. “What are you-”

You paused, staring into his eyes as you considered your situation. The other guy had dragged you here as a gift. Vox clearly wanted sex. He was warm and his hands were deft, and you were all alone in a strange new place. You had one piece of leverage, and that was your resemblance to whoever this Alastor guy was. Your best bet, realistically, was to play dumb, spread your legs, and negotiate once you had a better grasp of the situation. Or murder him in his sleep, either worked. If you started asking too many questions you risked Vox realizing you had a brain.

“What are you thinking?” Vox asked, hands paused over the third button of your shirt.

What was the dumbest, sluttiest answer you could give to that? You thought fast, improvising. “How do I kiss you?” you asked, blinking away tears. “I mean, can you kiss-”

Vox gave a toothy, slightly superior grin. “Oh, that? C’mere.” Saying that, he put his hand on the back of your head, and pulled you close. Your nose nearly touching the screen, you could feel the heat of him. He was bright so you closed your eyes, your lips pressing against the flatness. And then. Lips. A curve in the glass, and an opening. He probed his tongue against your lips, and you opened your mouth for him, letting him inside. The feel of his tongue was like the surface of the screen but more intense, a throbbing electrical signal as it twined against yours. His tongue was also huge, large enough to fill your mouth and extend down your throat, though Vox didn’t push, letting it instead extend between you, the length dripping with saliva. He kept one hand in your hair, the other on your back, and you found yourself crawling into his lap, sitting astride his thighs as you kissed. Your whole body was unfamiliar, but arousal took the edge off, a pulse that ran through your core and-

“Oh-” you breathed, breaking the kiss, becoming aware of the unfamiliar sensation in your own pants. An aching tightness and a pulsing slickness.

Vox withdrew his tongue, his expression one of concern. His gaze followed yours down to your pants, and a triumphant look returned. “Yeah, I have that effect on people.”

“I- I think I have more parts than I used to.” You swallowed, the static in your voice crackling. “Is that normal? Does everyone-”

“Show me.” Vox’s response was instant, and when you hesitated, his hand went to your waist, encouraging. A little shimmying later and you were on your back, naked from the waist down, cock engorged, cunt dripping.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck me. Fucking hell.” Vox’s screen glitched slightly as he knelt between your knees, his stare frank and hungry. “That is. Oh, man.”

You closed your eyes, feeling yourself heat under his gaze, tears threatening to well in your eyes again. “Does it… it’s not weird?”

“You are perfect,” said Vox, with the absolute conviction of a man about to ruin his own pants. He crawled up over your body, pushing your unbuttoned shirt open, his touches on your skin almost reverent, the static field from his screen making the fine hairs on your chest stand on end. He kissed you again, giving a groan of satisfaction as his clothed erection pressed against yours. But being exposed like this, even under worshipful eyes, was hard, and you felt the telltale ache in your throat, your face wet with tears as Vox pulled back a little.

He didn’t scold you but hushed you, hand gentle on your damp cheek. “It’s okay, I’m gonna take such good care of you, you’ve got no idea. So you just relax and leave it to me.”

Slowly, you nodded, looking up at him. Crying hadn’t been your plan, but it seemed to be helping.

“Fuck, man, those eyes.” Vox made a noise, continuing under his breath as he undid his belt. “I didn’t know those eyes could look so trusting, fuck me. You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”

The tip of his cock was the same luminescent blue as his tongue, the shaft darker. He held your knees under his arms and pushed into you, his stare for you as greedy as it had been from the moment he first saw you, and as good as his word he was gentle with your body, the strokes sweet and slow. You knew intellectually that his gaze was for some guy who happened to look like you, but even so, it was hard not to get caught up in the moment, not with the attention he paid to you, optimizing the slow roll of his hips to hit the good spots inside you as his fist closed over your cock, pumping in time.

A soft mewl escaped you, the first sound you had made without the static filter, and Vox grinned. “See? I’m taking good care of you, aren’t I?”

“Y-yes,” you managed. The way he was fucking you made it difficult to form a coherent sentence.

“Say my name. Say Yes, Vox.”

“Y-ye-” you gave a whimper mid word as he hit the good spot inside you again, palm tightening around your shaft. You swallowed, and tried again. “Yes, Vox- ah!” You felt a twitch from his cock as you said his name, a line of broken pixels down his screen.

“Oh, fuck me, that’s the good stuff.” Vox made a staccato groan, fingers briefly tighter around your shaft. “Tell me you’re sorry, and you should have joined my team.”

“I’m s-s-” Sorry vanished into white noise as Vox set a harsher pace for the two of you, the roll of his hips becoming a snap, making your breath catch as your pleasure built. “I’m sorry Vox, it was a mistake, I should have joined you-”

“You’ve joined me now though, haven’t you? Gonna cum on my cock,” said Vox, with the absolute conviction of a man who could already feel the twitch of your cunt around him.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, feeling sensation crest. You hadn’t expected to cum, not in this unfamiliar body with this unfamiliar man, but the combination of his intensity and the dexterity with which he fucked you proved your undoing, sensation pulled tight through the core of you.

Vox’s expression was an indulgent leer. “That’s right, baby, let go,” he said, and you could only give soft animal and radio interference noises in response as he tipped you over your edge. Your orgasm was a hot white second of nothing but bliss that left your new body trembling and twitching. You came over your own stomach and chest, Vox giving a groan of his own when he saw it. “Fuck me that’s a fucking work of art.”

With you spent he worked on his own end, both hands on your hips, fucking a brisk rhythm into you that had you whimpering through your aftershocks.

“Alastor,” Vox groaned as he came, his eyes glazed as he looked down at you. His spasm into you was another new sensation, a staticky sort of frisson run through you, a shiver through your core and up your spine as his cock pulsed inside you.

You stayed in that position for a few moments, both of you still and panting, Vox not yet soft inside you, still holding your legs under his arms. Tentatively, your reached out and touched his forearm, and this stirred him out of his fugue. “Shit,” he said, blinking. “Right, uh, don’t move.” Gingerly, he withdrew from you, your cunt giving one last echo of a spasm in protest, and you watched him from the bed as he retreated into the bathroom, returning with a damp towel and tissues. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said.

Vox lay alongside you, wiping your cum from your chest with an attentiveness that was equal to any he had shown while fucking you. His strange, rectangular head was warm when the sides brushed against your skin, and you found yourself scooting a little closer to his body. You caught a glimpse of a pleased expression on his face before he pushed a finger under your chin and you tilted your head back so that he could clean the last of the cum from your collarbones and neck. True to his word, he was taking good care of you. Maybe you wouldn’t have to murder him in his sleep after all.

“So, who is Alastor, anyway?” you asked. Vox froze, but you pushed a little further. “I mean, if I’m pretending to be him, it’s better if I know, right?”

“Oh, man.” Vox gave a deep sigh. “Fuck, where do I even start?”

You nestled closer to him, tucking your head against his shoulder, and after a little awkward adjustment, he settled with his arms around you. He radiated heat, and you felt yourself relaxing at the physical contact, your heart rate and your breathing slowing. Tilting your head back, you brushed your nose against the outer frame of Vox’s head, and he gave a soft sigh of contentment. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” you said, playing the ingénue.

“No, no, you’re right.” Vox tilted his head, his strange lips brushing against the tips of your ears and making you shiver. “It’s a long story, but I guess you should know.”

[gremlinmodetweeker]

Prepare for Winter Winds

This is a very fun little fic. I'm enjoying writing these two. Centaur!König is a bit of an ass, too. That's especially fun to write. Well, I hope you like being insulted and berated because that's all he's gonna do this fic.

Tws: Konig is an ass, insults, discussion of PTSD

Wordcount: 2.3K

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Rest of the Story Below the Cut

Prepare for Winter Winds

The door to the trailer opened and you were finally able to look around yourself. Beside you, König pawed anxiously.

“Is this where we're living?” you asked as you peeked out the front.

“For now,” König grumbled.

You heard a truck door slam and footsteps approach. Finally, Price popped his head around the corner.

“You’re sure you’re fine sharing a room with König?” he asked.

“She’s sharing my room!?”

“I’m fine with that,” you nodded, “I know what’s expected of me.”

“Good,” Price nodded as he tied a rope around König again, “follow me. We’re going to the fields out back.”

You followed König and Price quietly, carefully observing how they walked together. Price kept his shoulders tall and straight, but there was a certain amount of hesitation. His free hand was kept on a whip, something you almost never saw used anymore. It seemed inhumane to even consider it. Something told you Price felt the same way.

Beside him, König kept his head high as he plodded down the mud path. He occasionally shook his hooves as he walked. He looked tense, ready to rear up at any moment. König looked like an omen of death as he followed Price around the front of the facility and back through to the fields.

He stared down at Price darkly as his bonds were undone.

“Please,” Price said softly.

König cast a sharp glare at you.

Price turned to you and waved you over.

You trotted over perkily. König rolled his eyes at your display and sauntered off.

You frowned and turned to Price.

“Is there anything I should know about him?” you asked, “like, triggers, traumas, past incidents…”

“Just watch his feet,” Price warned you gravely, “and try not to move too quickly. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Is that all?”

Price pinned his ears back as he closed the gate behind him and leaned on it. He drew his mouth into a thin line, then gestured for you to come closer.

“That one’s a wild one,” Price murmured into your ear, “he’s dangerous. If he doesn’t get any better, he’ll be put down. It’s out of my hands, but I can't do anything. That's why I hired you. I don’t want to see another good soldier lost.”

“I’ll do my best to help,” you nodded with new resolve.

“He’s like most of us,” Price sighed, “we all had to go through it when we left the forces. It's harder for mythics like us than it is for humans. Some of us had it worse than others. I set up this group home to help rehabilitate mythic soldiers, but sometimes…” Price shook his head, “just hate to see another good man go.”

“I understand sir,” you turned to look at König in the distance.

“He’s a good man underneath it all,” Price continued, “most of us are. What you see out there changes you.” He laughed and dug his wallet out of his pants. He flipped open a picture to you, showing an image of a younger Price grinning with a cigar hanging on his lip, fangs peaking out over his bottom lip. “I used to smile like this,” Price said, “not anymore.”

You looked at the happy picture of Price, eyes shining bright as he looked into the camera. The Price of today looked worn down, decrepit. He looked aged beyond his years. Even the way he held his ears was different.

“Johnny told me things about serving,” you said quietly.

“It never leaves you,” Price chuckled, “still get up at five every day. I haven’t slept in for about twenty odd years now,” he sighed and clapped the top of the fence with a broad paw, “Whelp, I won’t keep you. Just do your best.”

“I will sir,” you promised again, “I’ll bring him back.”

Price gave you a wave as he walked back to the truck. You watched him trail away with his tail wagging slowly until he’d turned around the corner of the main building. Finally, you were alone with König.

You turned around to see König in the distance, staring into a far off field of mythics. With nothing else to do, you trotted over to his side.

“Hey,” you called as you approached.

König jolted, then turned to glare at you. He watched you approach and growled.

“There’s an entire field around us and you’re choosing to be here,” he observed bitterly.

“You’re the only mythic here that I know,” you chirped, “and you’re fun to talk to.”

“Unfortunate,” he snorted as he turned to go back to the lean to, “I don’t feel like talking.”

And with that, he left you to stand and watch him walk away. Your mouth flapped a couple of times before you brought yourself together and skipped to his side.

“Well, if you don’t like talking, what do you do all day?” you asked as König punched in a few numbers into a vending machine.

“I eat,” he shrugged.

“That’s it?”

“And shit.”

Pleasant.

König snickered to himself as he watched your ears pin back for a moment.

“Are you usually kept alone here?” you asked, “or do you like to be with the others?”

“The others are farther into the field. I tend to keep to myself,” König grunted.

“Really? Doesn’t that make you feel lonely?” you asked as you stepped up to grab hay from the hanger.

König swung his hind quarters in front of you, effectively blocking you off the vending machine completely.

“You’re not seriously doing this to me.”

“There’s another vending machine on the other side of the field,” he pointed to another lean-to, “this one’s mine. You can go eat with the others.”

You looked into the far distance and pinned your ears again. When you looked back at König, he was happily munching on an oat cake.

You looked out into the distance to see a few centaurs talking amongst each other. Behind them a dragon and a cyclops were playing basketball on a small court while a few kelpies lay beside a pond to chat. To the side, you could see some track courses set out, designed to accommodate a wide variety of mythics. A bit farther off, you could see a few monsters scaling a rock wall.

“Looks pretty nice around here,” you murmured to yourself.

König flicked his ear, but he admitted, “It is. A lot better than your old place.”

“What?” you scoffed, “it was great! Johnny ran a great care facility! It just didn’t really cater to anything other than centaurs, satyrs, even a couple of nagas too at one point…” you shook your head, “what I mean to say is that it was great. I learned a lot there.”

“Not enough,” he grumbled.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to doubt my qualifications here,” you huffed and pointedly adjusted your vest, “now look, why don’t you show me around a little? If I’m going to be honest, I’ve never been to a mixed species facility like this one.”

“It’s horrible. I hate it here.”

“Well, I can imagine,” you shrugged, “didn’t you say you ‘weren’t supposed to be here’ or something?”

König nodded, “Exactly. This place is a waste of my time. The longer I’m here, the less likely they’ll let me back on the field.”

“And that’s what you want?” you asked.

He rolled his eyes at you, “Of fucking course that’s ‘what I want’. It’s my job, Apple.”

“Okay, but Price said you’re here because of the courts?” you asked as König slowly plodded out to the field.

“Apparently, they think that I’m unfit to serve,” König snorted, “the idiots up top are too stuck up their own ass to know left from right. How would they know if I’m ‘fit to serve’? Idiots.”

“So, how long have you been here then?” you moved up to König’s side.

He glared down at you and took another bite out of his oatcake before he said, “Two weeks.”

“Two weeks?” you frowned, “that’s weird.”

“Why?”

“Well, usually intensive one-on-one support is only given to people after three months of group therapy,” you explained, “so the fact that Price hired me now is just… Well, it’s weird.”

“I don’t go to group therapy,” König snapped, “they say I’m too much of a risk.”

You eyed the muscles in König’s muscles as he stalked beside you. He could easily take you out with one kick if he tried. The fact that he was deemed too risky for groups had you on edge.

“If you don’t go to groups, what do you do around here?” you asked.

“I already told you,” he shrugged, “I eat, I shit, sometimes I read a book. They still won’t give me my phone back yet.”

“Usually phones aren’t given to patients until they’ve passed certain psych evaluations,” you explained.

“Pysch evaluations,” König sneered, “what a load of bullshit.”

“I disagree, but you’re entitled to your opinions.”

Just as König was about to reply, you heard a few voices in the distance. Beside you, König tensed up.

“Who are those people?” you asked and tried to look around König.

“They’re nobodies,” he hissed, “just ignore them.”

That got your attention. You ducked your head back to see the monsters.

König stopped abruptly, effectively blocking your view.

“What?” you asked.

“I told you, it doesn’t matter,” König snapped, “why do you care what they’re doing?”

“Well, if I’m going to be your therapy partner, I need to know what sort of environment we’re in right now. If we’re around some potential risks-”

“I think I’d know if we were around potential risks,” König said coldly, “I was a soldier. I’m used to danger.”

“Well, what kind of soldier were you?” you asked.

For the first time since you met him, König’s chest puffed with pure pride.

“I was in the special forces,” he said, “the Jagkommando. You ever heard of them?”

“No I haven’t,” you said.

“They’re an Austrian special forces unit specializing in operating under intense conditions. I had to go for three days without sleep to get in,” König crowed, “I specialized in a mountain team before I left to KorTac. There I rose up to the rank of colonel.”

“Wait, three days?”

“Ja,” König said with a puffed chest, “it wasn’t that bad.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless.

“You laugh, but most people failed.”

“No I believe you, I promise. I just think you’ve got rose-tinted glasses," you laughed.

“What? No!”

“I think if you had to do it again you’d hate every moment.”

“I would love it,” König huffed.

“Are you sure? You’re not exactly young anymore,” you mused.

“And how old do you think I am?” König asked incredulously.

“I dunno, forty? Forty five?”

“Forty-” König faltered, “forty five!?”

“Well sorry, but it’s hard to tell when you have that hood on. And you said you were a colonel, right?” you said.

“I’m not even thirty five,” he spluttered, “I don’t even know how you came to that conclusion! Why?”

“Well,” you crossed your arms over your chest, “you’re big, you have a bunch of scars, you act like an old man, do you want me to keep going?”

“That’s enough,” König grumbled, “why don’t you rub it in a little more…”

“You have a raspy voice-”

“Are you sure you’re meant to be a therapist?” König finally cut you off.

“Well,” you wobbled your hand in the air, “sorta. I’m not a therapist, I’m more like a therapeutic tool. I’m not meant to actually work on your mental health so much as I’m meant to be a stabilizing force. Essentially, I’m here if you need a hug.”

“I don’t need a hug.”

“Clearly,” you snorted, “but no, I’m not actually bound by the normal rules licensed therapists have to follow. I have rules I have to follow, sure, but my job is more about keeping you stable and providing company than it is about helping you work through mental challenges. Do you see a therapist here?”

“Yes,” König grunted, “Dr. Laswell.”

“Oh I think I’ve heard of her,” you muttered, “I think Johnny worked with her for a while.

“Anyways, I should probably touch base with her before we go to bed tonight. I’m thinking they’re probably setting up our joint room right now.”

“Joint room?” König spat, “you’re not actually going to be staying in my room, are you?”

“Sorry, but I don’t make the rules,” you held up your hands, “take it up with Price.”

“I will,” König started trotting over towards a large grey building. On the side, a large door was left open to let creatures in and out.

“Where are you going?” you asked as you followed along.

“To see if I can talk to Price.”

You snorted. This was going to be good.

“What do you mean no?”

“Just that,” Price said as he cleaned his claws with a pick, “I’m not getting her a separate room. She’s been hired to stay by your side when she's on the clock. I’m not going to budge on this.”

“So you keep me here against my will, and now you’re not even giving me any time to be alone?” König snarled, “just what the hell is this place? What right do you have?”

Price sheathed his claws to look at him from under the brim of his hat, “I own this place. You’re staying on my property, at the expense of my company. If you don’t want it, find another place that will take you in.”

König stomped his foot down and Price puffed up his fur. Before he could do anything, you gently rubbed your flank against König’s side. König hesitated, then lowered his hoof quietly.

“See that?” he pointed a pencil at you both, “that’s why she’s here. That right there.”

König let out a slow breath. He looked at you, then back at Price.

“I’m not meant to be here,” he said once more and then turned and left the room.

“See what I mean?” Price said, “that’s only the start of it. He’s a bloody nightmare, that one.”

“What would he have done if I weren’t here?” you asked.

“Probably would’ve toppled over my desk if I’m going to be honest,” Price sighed and slumped back into his chair, “you’ve got your work cut out for you tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“Oh yeah sweetheart,” Price grinned wide enough to show off his fangs, “just wait ‘till you deal with the night terrors.”

Konig Dump

Konig Alternate Universes

Centaur!Konig

[ckret2]

Im really really working on an animatic now. im gonna do it. can I get your most on-model drawings of Bill for reference? i also have a million other ideas and have a rough animation ive lost to my school revoking toonboom access that i must recover. but goddamnit i need to make him MOVE!

good luck getting access back. by whatever means necessary 🏴‍☠️

Sure, first here's a bunch of general references I haven't posted before:

That last picture is THE character model I currently use (until I next tweak it)—it's a vector so I can move and pose his body parts like a rag doll. I use it for my intermediate lineart stage—I sketch, then slap this down so I don't have to redraw his face shape/eyes/hair/arms and pose them, then pose his torso and legs so I have a skeleton I can draw the final lines on top of. It's traced off of the "Didja miss me yet?" image. so, you can use that as primary reference for his proportions & shape

Now with that aside, behold my most on-model Bills, in a variety of outfits & poses & facial expressions; along with some tips on how I draw him

Bikini pics, primarily for anatomy without clothes in the way:

Profile view & cross-legged view, because those are rare:

some notes:

my goal is 4 top lashes 4 bottom lashes, but if they don't all fit that's okay. Often I can only fit 3 on the bottom.

sometimes his pupil rolls around parallel to the circumference of his eye rather than remaining vertical

the eye patch switches sides on purpose.

any time I don't draw him with his friendship bracelet, it means I fucked up

his bracelet is oriented so that if he holds his hand in front of his face with his fingers sticking up, the yellow triangles are pointing upward

You can leave out some of the rings on the nazars on his bracelet when you're drawing it real small.

in a choice between too much or too little tiddy, go with too little.

in a choice between too wide and too narrow hips, go with too wide.

his arms noodle a bit. His legs noodle less but it happens.

hair only has visible separate curls when he's under extreme duress.

small hands and feet

no, smaller

height is midway between the kids and the Stans.

I try to keep the ratio of head-size-to-body-size similar to canon characters. I don't always succeed.

before you draw his torso draw an equilateral triangle. No part of the triangle should stick out of his torso.

his scar is also on his back

when in doubt: use Bipper for facial expression references.

in early chapters I made the tips of his shoes pointy and then went "wait why am i doing that, that's dumb, Bill doesn't have pointy feet" so now I draw them round. Round is correct.

I used to draw him with more neck. Now his neck's rarely visible.

[kirlicues]

Seabreeze Solace | Sims 2 Residential Lot Download

This mariner-themed lot is full of options for summer activities for sims of all ages. It's built on a 3x5 lot, has 4 bedrooms, 3.5 baths, and costs §201,717.

Since this lot is so long and narrow it's best if I give you a tour of the grounds in several different images. First is a view of the back of the home looking looking straight on. But this doesn't show what's behind you!

Ooo, look! A pool house for the kidlets simlets birthday parties! I'll show you a floor plan in just a few...

(Now WHY you would go swimming in a pool when you have the whole ocean, presumably right out your back/front door I don't know, but hey, I'm a builder, I just fill the space I'm given. 🤷‍♀️🤣)

But first, a hermetically sealed* greenhouse! Enjoy those fresh, homegrown veggies without the saltwater contaminating the soil and ruining your crops!

*Not actually hermetically sealed.

Alright, let's take a look at the inside and sea see what we've got to work with!

First up, the main house:

1st Floor: Clockwise from left: Sunroom, or optional room-of-your-choice, kitchen, bathroom, family room, living room, entryway, and dining room. Sorry y'all, no garage on this lot so you'll have to find some other way to keep your cars protected and rust-free in the salty sea air. (Which will keep you healthier? Veggies or cars, hmm?🤔But I digress...)

Moving on, we have the 2nd floor!

Clockwise from bottom left: kids bedroom 1, kids bedroom 2 (used as an art room currently), kids bedroom 3, upstairs landing, kids bathroom, master bathroom, master bedroom, and office.

Ok, you've waited long enough--on to the pool house!

Pool house 1st floor: Clockwise from left: outside showers, bathroom, kitchen, and dining nook.

I can feel the water going up my nose and clogging my ears already, but wait, there's more!

Pool house 2nd floor: Clockwise from left: open to below, upstairs landing, and rec room.

For those of you your sims who may not love the water, or are a bit too young to swim there's plenty to keep you occupied! Just remember to keep your darts at one end of the room and your toddlers on the other and nobody gets hurt. (Sorry guys, there's only so many activities that come with the game, and thankfully, since toddlers, or anyone else, can't get hurt by the darts game, I figured this combination would be ok.)

Is there anything more you could want?! Well, it will have to go on another lot because this one is FULL. 🔐 🤣

Seabreeze Solace: MF | SFS

All EPs and SPs are required.

*I highly recommend that you have the PerfectPlants mod from TwoJeffs*

I’ve run this home through the Lot Compressor so any random references to sims that aren’t there should be removed. I have also run this lot through the Lot Cleaner to remove any bits of buggy code. This lot comes with a shiny custom thumbnail so it has even more curb appeal in your Lots and Houses bin! 😄

This home has 4 pieces of CC, 3 of which are Maxis pre-order bonus or store items which you may already have in your game. These can easily be replaced or omitted if you don’t want them though.

CC List (Included): -Maxis Match Wall Cabinets by CTNutmegger at ModtheSims -Seasons Pre-Order Bonus "Garden Swing of Bliss and Harmony"

CC List (Not Included): -Sims 2 Store Nouveaulicious set Callas -Sims 2 Store Cubic Dynamics Rug from this pack by CircusWolf on ModtheSims

I ALWAYS recommend using the Sims 2 Pack Clean installer to install lot files.

Want to improve the look of your game, or grab some “Lost & Found” Maxis objects? Check out this post.