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

[impostorsshow]

Hi I nailed down more stuff for my Omori au including the design for whitespace Jack so here's the basic stuff about it

Jack has curly hair because that's my personal headcanon, if anyone wants to work off of my interpretation but doesn't agree like do whatever Jack is bald in canon I do not care also if I Knew How to do bullet points I Would

I am well aware that Jack and the rest of the crew in DSaF are grown ass men, but the storyline of Omori simply wouldn't work if Sunny was a 30 year old rotting corpse so forgive me for making everyone teens

Dee takes the place of Mari. Her "Something" form is the puppet, I just forgot to draw her normal appearance here because I wanted to post something about this in order to continue being motivated enough to draw, my forte with aus is words - but she has hair the same shade as peters shown above that's about medium length past the shoulders and that red scarf, probably a pink skirt and wears a sweater of some sort

Peter takes the Place of Basil - he is still Dee and Jack's older brother, but panicked and the only thing he could think of when he found Jack and Dee was to not have his little brother get caught, and helped him. Now, he avoids Jack around the house at all times, not being able to stand what he done, knowing now that he's older and has a management job at the local pizza place and a girlfriend he's too nervous to pop the question to, that Jack probably would have been fine since it was an accident. Appearance wise, he is not. Y'know a phone head but ever since the incident happened, whenever Jack tried to approach him Peter took out his phone and pretended to be busy. His hair is naturally curly like Jack's, but he straightens it before he goes to Fazbenders because it "looks unprofessional, and his employees slack off too much anyway, especially the older ones. Someone has to be setting a standard so they work harder." Peter is the entire reason that one business part of whitespace exists and it's fazbenders instead of casino sharks

Jack is Omori/Sunny, going by "Old Sport" in whitespace. Furthermore, Blackjack is Mewo, and whitespace Jack has a dulled version of Blackjacks tie to indicate the connection between them. I've never played Omori myself and need to, but Jack is the only thing in the world with these colors. Bright stain your eyes yellow exists but the dulled dirty yellow does not, and neither does blackjacks rich dark purple color. On the contrary, while teal and blue seems to be incredibly common in the game, the most common colors are a soft red and lavender.

I honestly haven't planned out who Aubrey is, but the reason for that is that I can't decide whether Dave fits better as Aubrey [fully because of Henry] or Kel. I am leaning toward Kel though because I don't know who would be the first person to go seek Jack out other than him

Wait if Dave could be Kel then who's Hero you ask-? No one. Hero doesn't exist, the closest he gets to existing is Steven in whitespace because I can't tell the phone guys apart because I want to make Peter hero, but in order for him to be Basil Peter needs to be missing- I might make Hero or whitespace Basil Harry at some point, though. Suggestions are welcome since I have no clue

I actually really want to learn how to make a mod so I could mod. Omori in order to tell this au but I don't know how and I don't even know if Omo-Cat would allow that for their game so. I can at least redraw screenshots eventually though

[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.

[woozisguitar]

buzzcut and hair bleached

pairing: vernon x reader (afab)

warnings: kissing, so so so much making out, grinding, tbh its straight up dry humping atp, swearing, suggestive??, so many taylor swift references lol, car sex is mentioned, I think thats all, either way MDNI

word count: 593 (sorry 😔) + 3 smau images at the end

a/n: so. ive never rlly kissed anyways or done anything mentioned so idk how accurate this stuff is, all I know is that vernon is hot as fuck heh. hope y'all like it and this is why I dont write smut its terrible sorry 😭😭😭😭

ps: credit to @/yoon_kth on twt for vernon pictures used in header.

you had just finished cooking when hansol texted you he was on his way back home and that he had a surprise for you. assuming it was another movie poster or limited edition figurine, you decided to not think about it much.  

you had just settled in on the couch with a book in hand as you waited for your boyfriend, when you heard the front door open. excited, you went up to greet him, but the sight rather left you baffled. there he was, your boyfriend, except all his hair was shaven. his new buzz cut adorned him, and you found it hilariously fitting how taylor swift’s “dress” was playing earlier.  

hansol blinked in surprise as you popped in front of him and gave you a sheepish, “surprise?”  

“what- when- how????” you asked, trying to wrap your head around your boyfriend’s new hairstyle and how attracted you were to it.  

“just today. i was tired of having to keep fixing them, changing color, long hair and makeup sessions. plus! the hair was super damaged, so you know, decided to just,” he made a small click sound, “shave it all off.” hansol waited a beat for your reaction before tentatively asking, “do you like it..?”  

you walked closer to him, now slowly feeling his freshly shaven head. “like it? god, hansol, you look so good you have no idea right now. i didn’t even know i was so much into buzz cuts,” you bit your lip barely making an attempt to conceal your need for him.

you’re not really sure what happened because one second you were reaching up to kiss hansol and the next he had you pinned against the wall in the hallway that led to your room. your lips moved against each other in a lustful haze, fighting each other for dominance. hansol grabbed the back of your thigh and pulled it around his waist, grinding harder against you. you bit his bottom lip trying to suppress a moan. your hand felt the back of his neck to his shoulder, slightly missing pulling his hair, but all your thoughts flew out of your head as hansol grinded harder against you and let out a deep groan, moving his lips faster. “hansol, room now,” you pulled back breathless and pulled him towards your room. you pushed him to your shared bed, straddling him and reconnecting your lips with the same force but this time, with you grinding on top of him this time. hansol’s hands moved to caress the back of your thigh to your waist, letting out soft hums and moans. you moved faster, trying to chase a high you knew only he could give you.  

“should i bleach my hair?” you said, slightly out of breath as your now very naked boyfriend chuckled, pulling you closer to his chest. he adjusted till you were both comfortable and looked down to meet your eyes. your hair messy, courtesy of your activities, eyes blown and still a little hazy, a slight sheen of sweat glistening in the glow of the bedside lamp, you looked so fucking beautiful that hansol thought he might just die under the weight of his feelings.  

“so you can post us with the caption, your buzz cut and my hair bleached?” hansol teased, making your cheeks warm up.  

“nooooo…” you dragged out, making him chuckle.  

“sure you don’t, my sweet little nerd,” hansol hummed, feeling content having you in his arms and letting the day’s exhaustion wash over you two, the soft hum of the air conditioner lulling you to sleep. 

a/n: sorry this website hates me it was supposed to go on earlier😔

[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 :-)

[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"

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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.”

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Hey, I was possessed with the need to write this interaction but with no story to tie it to, so now here's this. Takes place post canon.

While sailing with his brother over the last nine months had been everything they'd needed and more, Ford was willing to admit it was good to be back in Gravity Falls. The time with his brother had healed some deep ache inside his chest, but knowing hed soon beseeing his grand niece and nephew, along with all the residents and old friends he'd left behind, was a similar balm.

What wasn't a balm was the monstrosity built behind what had once been his house.

Since Soos had moved into the shack with his girlfriend and grandmother, the Pines were now technically homeless. Soos had been very willing to move back to his old house, but Stan had simply said he'd 'handled' it and not to worry. Ford had been very worried, but he was trying to learn how to trust his brother again, and had simply left him to it.

This proved to be a mistake, as now there was a second, terrible house now built behind the first. It was further in the woods so as to be outside the idle view of visiting tourists, bit still close enough to be considered in its back yard.

Ford stared at it, feeling some kind of emotion as Stan burst through the front door and starting hauling in their luggage. Everything on the ground and second floor was made of a sturdy dark wood, with a green front door and circular windows. If he kept looking at just that, he could almost pretend it was a normal house.

Unfortunately he couldn't, and his gaze moved to the third floor that had been built with what looked like purple wood and colorful stained glass windows depicting several familiar images, had a balcony, a slide, and what could be an observatory, topped with a multicolored rainbow roof. The whole house was built around a giant pine tree, with its large branches casting shade across the entire structure. There was no way to know what the inside looked line without looking, but he was to enraptured with the strange upper floors and the fact that the more he looked, the more he noticed the strangeness carried over to the bottom floors as well.

There were small wards carved around the doorways and windows, one of the second floor windows was suspiciously hinged, as if built to be jumped out of dramatically, and if he leaned to the side he could see what looked like a large porch wrapping around the back with built in seating, a swing, several cannond, and a giant slingshot.

Too many windows were vaguely pig shaped to mistake who helped design the whole thing.

"Stanley," he called, grabbing the suitcase at his feet and dragging it inside, "what is this."

"What's it look like Six!" Stan called out from deeper in the house, "It's our new digs!"

"Let me clarify," Ford followed the sound of his brothers rummaging to find him in what had to be the living room, leaning back in cozy looking couch holding a soda, "why do we have another house, why does it look like this, and where did you get the funds for it, because I know our findings weren't enough to cover a project this large."

"Soos is still taking up space in the shack with his lady friend, so we needed someplace to stay," Stan said, wiggling deeper into the couch, "I asked Mabel to help design it with Dipper. Told her to go wild, because-"

"I GAVE YOUR EVIL CLONE A MILLION DOLLARS!" Fiddleford screamed into Fords ear, cackling as Ford shouted and jumped away, then scuttling over the the couch to climb onto the back and sit hunched over.

"What he said," Stan said with a smirk, sipping his soda as Ford rubbed his ear and scowled.

"Fiddleford, always good to see you. Why are you giving my brother a million dollars."

"Hey, he didn't give it to me, he paid me. I'm doing him an expensive service here."

"Really?" Ford raised an eyebrow, then turned towards Fiddleford with a questioning tilt of his head, "what on earth are you paying Stanley a million dollars for?"

"Hey," Stan said, eyes darting around suspiciously as Fords narrowed, "we don't need to worry about the details, just-"

"He done did tell me he'd stop swerving to hit me with his car if I have him a million greeneronies!" Fiddleford cackled, then leaned in and held up a hand and pointed at Stan behind it, like he was sharing a secret.

"Poor fool don't get that i got one over on 'em!"

"I see." Ford put his hands behind his back as he watched his brother start to sweat and Fiddleford chuckled to himself, "and why is that something you need to pay Stan for?"

"Ain't it obvious?" Fiddleford gave him a pitying look, like he was the strange one here, "Stan here has the car, I need to pay him to get him to stop."

"Sounds like good reasoning to me!" Stan yelled, hunching further into the couch and avoiding eye contact, "I hit man, man pays me not to keep doing that. Let's continue on with out lives."

"No, I think I'm a bit stuck on the fact you've been hitting my friend with your car. On purpose it sounds like."

"Hey!" Stan sat up, outraged, "don't make it sound like I was the only one doing it! Lots of people hit McGucket with their cars! He ran out in the road all the time!"

"Its true Stanford, I wasn't in the best place for a while," Fiddleford sighed, then grabbed his hat and clutched it to his chest, "I'd just wander around all willy-nilly, and good all Stan here was the only one who'd remind me to always be aware of traffic. Never know when a car will smash through a guard rail, destroy some fencing, then try to slam into you as the driver yells 'fifty McGucket points!' Or somethin' out the window."

Ford had never seen his brother rehunch and look away so fast.

[getoogles]

; 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.

[777rare]

UNIVERSE IS CALLING...

PICK A PILE..ANY PILE🤭

The universe is calling out to you...the universe is calling you, to do something...if you asked for a sign or advice, this is it❤️‍🔥

PILE 1 PILE 2

PILE 3 PILE 4

When choosing the Piles, please be sure to choose your piles in the following ways, according to your preference:

Close your eyes for for some time and think of the four numbers (1,2,3,4) to see which number is calling out to you the most. The number that feels the most magnetic to you is the pile you pick.

See the images and truly ask yourself which one is calling out to you, even if the image is something you feel terrified (lol). The image will stand out the most tough you or you will feel a very strong urge to stare at that image out of all of them.

You can meditate to feel which pile is calling out to you as well.

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YOU CAN ALSO CHOOSE THE PILES FROM THESE BOOKS BELOW, because I'm going to be asking a message from them as well and they belong to the same piles above:

From top to bottom: Pile 1, pile 2, pile 3 and pile 4.

The messages from the books can be kinda long but it's like a story for u to understand...and long post ahead! Also, TW: There are mentionings of sensitive content like de@th and Su!cide, etc.

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My advice to you here is please do not shift piles if you do not like the advice or you feel like the message does not resonate. If this pile reading were about topics such as 'romantic suitors', 'career advice', 'Future Spouse', etc, then yes, you could have done that...

But this pile reading is purely messages that the Universe is giving to you. The universe led you to choose that particular pile because you are meant to hear exactly that. This pile reading works in such a way that the universe will give you your current scenarios, future warnings, advice and support so if what I explain does not resonate with your current situation, please understand that that might as well be the occurrence that can take place soon so be prepared.

The universe provides you with heavy guidance before an event even takes place so this can be your sign as well, especially if you have been asking for a sign or guidance from the universe.

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PILE 1

CHANNELED SONG:

Dear Pile 1's,

You all are going through some sort of chaos or ups and downs which are not helping in clearing out the path in front of you nor balancing your life. We call this unnecessary dysfunction. I am getting strongly that this is because of a lot of evil eye put on you or someone sending negative energies towards you, intentionally or unintentionally. For this you are being called to indulge more in spiritual practices and mainly an egg cleanse is preferable. The universe wants you to self reflect and look through the details of the spiritual significances of the events taking place in your life.

They are bringing an awareness here that you need to pay more attention to the surroundings as they affect your energy deeply. I feel like you pick up energies very easily from your surroundings so creating a protective shield can also help you stay protected. I am also getting the message that right now you are stuck. You are trying to understand why you feel so stuck and slowed down in your life. You feel gloomy and tired, and you feel trapped in some way..not literally, I mean trapped in the sense, unable to move or you may have built up walls that are now going against you and are not good for you. You are being called by the universe to meditate at this time.

You are being called to travel outside more, even if it's not internationally. You are being called to visit spiritual places like a church or temple, etc. You are being called to grow within this situation and acknowledge why you feel the way you feel and how you can make yourself feel better. Meditation is coming in very very strongly with this pile so I prefer it. You are surrounded by so much positive guides and energies that is actually protective of you but you are being called to acknowledge their presence such as thanking them and asking for protection from such negative people.

I get that you are also actually already searching for clarity and truth. This is your confirmation that it is coming your way. The Universe is asking you to perform shadow work as your energies are more in the dark than the light at this time and instead of suppressing it, start creating a bond with your shadow self because he/she only wants to help you grow better. The Universe is asking you to take more nature walks, if you have a garden spend more time there. Connect yourself with nature. Grounding is also coming through now.

You are being called to turn this poison into nectar because you have the power to. It is always our choice to either curse the situation or grow from it. Have a cry but also be grounded, do not blame anyone or anything for these situations that are taking place, that includes blaming yourself. The universe wants to protect you at this time so doing these things can connect you more to the universe, showing them that you trust in them. Plant more plants and trees if you wish. Talk to trees and plants even, they actually listen to us.

Overall:

You are being called to continue your spiritual practices or start your spiritual journey if you have been waiting for the confirmation to do so or wondering what to begin with. You are being called to pray and be grateful for what you are being given. You may be going through some turmoil or loss at this time, and I see many of you crying or grieving a lot at this time.

I am truly sorry for the pain you are going through but trust me, the universe is listening to your prayers and are asking you not to give up now🫂. We all see endings and death as something horrible but every painful ending leads to a beautiful beginning. I'm getting the butterfly in my mind right now so this can be the situation you are in. You are transforming to a more developed and beautiful version of yourself. The universe is requesting you to embrace this change.

The universe is asking you to not just look but see. By seeing, I mean understanding why these situations will make you more better off in life. I also get that you are distracting yourself with a lot of entertainment and trying to distract yourself in some way from the pain, but the universe is asking you to stop doing that and reflect. Acknowledge the pain you are undergoing right now rather than avoiding it.

MESSAGE FROM THE BOOK:

Mind

THINKING YOURSELF OUT OF LIFE

It is only because you exist that you can generate a thought. But your thought process has become so compulsive that your focus has shifted from the existential to the psychological. This has happened to such an extent that you have begun to believe that you exist because you think! The foundations of Western philosophy actually rest on the famous axiom by the seventeenth-century French philosopher René Descartes: "I think, therefore I am."

It is time to restate a fundamental fact: you are, therefore, you may think. This has nothing to do with any philosophy, Eastern or Western. It is a simple existential reality. You can "be," and still choose to think or not think. The most beautiful moments in your life-what you might con-sider moments of bliss, joy, ecstasy, or utter peace-were moments when you were not thinking about anything at all.

You were just being. Even without your thoughts, existence is. What are thoughts really? Just information that you have gathered and recycled. Are you really capable of thinking of anything other than what has been accumulated by your mind? All the human mind is doing is recycling old data. So I ask: Do you want to be a living being or a being? Right now, ninety percent of the time, you are only thinking about life, not living it.

Have you come into this world to experience life or to think about it? Your mental process is a very small happening compared to the life process, but right now it has become far more important. It is time for humanity to shift the significance to the life process once again. The need is an urgent one. Our lives depend on it.

Once it happened... (This is almost certainly an apocryphal tale, but that doesn't matter; it smells true.) Aristotle, the father of modern logic, the intellectual giant of ancient Greece, was walking on the beach. A glorious sunset was before him, but he had no time for such petty occurrences. He was thinking seriously about some great problem of existence. For the intellectual mind, existence is always a problem, and Aristotle was out to solve it. Lost in solemn thought, he paced up and down the beach.

There was another man on the beach who was doing something very intensely-so intensely that after a while even Aristotle noticed him. Those who are immersed in their own psychological realities usually end up ignoring life around them.

They seldom have the eyes to look at a flower, a sunset, a child, or a smiling face. And if it is an unsmiling face, they have no inclination to make it smile; they have no such small duties or minor cares in the world! They are too busy cracking the great puzzles of existence. But this man's intensity was such that even Aristotle could not ignore him.

On close observation he noticed that this man kept going to the ocean and returning, with great single-mindedness of purpose. Aristotle paused in his reflections to inquire, "What exactly are you up to?" The man said, "Please don't disturb me, I am doing something very important." He continued with his work with furious intensity. Aristotle's curiosity was piqued.

He asked again, "But what are you doing?" The man said, "Don't disturb me. It is very important." Aristotle said, "What is this important thing?" The man showed him a little hole he had dug in the sand and said, "I am emptying the ocean into this hole." He had a tablespoon in his hand. Aristotle looked at this and laughed.

Now, Aristotle is the kind who can spend a whole year without a single chuckle. It takes a heart to laugh. The intellect cannot laugh; it can only dissect. But even Aristotle laughed at this and said, "This is ridiculous! You must be insane. Do you know how vast this ocean is? How can you ever empty this ocean into this little hole? And above all, with a tablespoon? At least if you had a bucker, you might have stood some chance! Please give this up. This is utter madness. "The man looked at Aristotle, threw the spoon down, and said. "My job is already done."

Aristotle said, "What do you mean? Forget about the ocean being empty; even the hole is not full. How is your job done?" The other man stood up and said, "I am trying to empty the ocean into this hole with a tablespoon. You are telling me it is madness. But what are you trying to do? Do you know how vast this existence is? It can contain a billion oceans like this and more, and you are trying to empty it into the small hole of your head and with what? With tablespoons called thoughts! Please give it up. It's utterly ridiculous."

The other man was Heraclitus, the other great Greek philosopher. In a flash, he showed Aristotle what a crippled existence he was leading by attempting to extend his logic to every aspect of life. If you want to know the experiential dimensions of life, you will never know them with the petty process of thought. Even if you have the brain of an Einstein, your thought process is still outclassed because thought cannot be bigger than life.

Thought can only be logical, functioning between two polarities. If you want to know life in its immensity, you need something more than the intellect. This is the fundamental choice you have: either you learn to live with creation, or you manufacture your own creation in your head. Which option do you want to exercise? The planet is spinning on time: not a small event.

All the galaxies are managing fine; the whole cosmos is doing great. But you have one nasty little thought crawling through your head, and it is a bad day! The problem is you are living in a psychological space that bears no connection with reality. And you are insecure, because it can collapse at any moment. In the vastness and grandeur of cosmic space, if you look at yourself in perspective, you are less than a speck of dust. But you think your thought-which is less than a speck within you should determine the nature of existence! You have lost your perspective of life: that is the basic problem.

You have heard of the "Buddha." His name was Siddhartha Gautama, and he became a Buddha. But Gautama was not the only Buddha. A human being who has transcended his intellect, the discriminatory and logical dimensions of his life, is a Buddha. Human beings have invented millions of ways to suffer. For all this the manufacturing unit is just in your mind.

Once you are no longer identified with your mind, you are free to experience life beyond limitations. Being a Buddha means that you have become a witness to your own intellect. The essence of yoga, as we have said before, is just this to arrive at that moment where there is a clear space between you and your mind. Once this happens, a life of heightened clarity, perception, and freedom has begun. This is the birth of freedom.

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PILE 2

CHANNELED SONG:

Immediately I heard dessert rose, embrace your inner child and inner child healing.

Dear Pile 2's, have you had a good childhood? 🙇🤔 Because there is a strong emphasis on your inner child here. It's showing me a weak link between you and your inner child. It seems like you feel deserted in some way, like you have no support, or you feel alone despite having others around you. There is also some plan or action that you are not taking a leap of faith on in working towards here. Your energy is very strong, like an eternal burning flame but you choose to offer that to people who don't bother blowing it away.

The moon is very significant here. You are not alone. That's what the universe wants to acknowledge first. You are being called to pay attention to your health. You may be over giving a lot, and your energy is getting drained out causing your mind and body to not function at its best. You may be getting strange dreams and visions which you don't quite understand, well, this is a sign for you that those dreams and visions are calling out to you to begin reflecting on your true desires and the subconscious.

There are past experiences and people whom the universe wants you to forgive. The universe is urging you to move with the flow than trying so hard to make things work. If things are out of your hand, let them be. 'The river is nearby but you still sit in the desert Longing for water', I heard that. You may be depending on others a lot to keep your inner light burning bright but that is not helpful for you.

I heard 'A flame is at its brightest in the dark' so it's okay to shine even if no one's recognizes you for it. I feel as if you are the kind of flower that blooms in the dark when no one is watching. You are very strong as a person, and you've fought through so many battles in the dark when no one even knew you were struggling. Your energy is literally coming through very strongly here although it is very messy too.

Honestly, I was getting a lot of messages for pile 1 easily with my Archetypes and angels but here I will need to use my tarot cuz y'all are really closed off with your energy.

Cards: 9 of swords, 10 of wands reverse, The sun, The high priestess, 10 of cups, the magician,

B.O.D (bottom of the deck): 3 OF wands, T.O.D (top of the deck) : 3 OF pentacles.

Again, in this deck, there are children in the 10 of cups, The sun and a child in the 9 of swords, which indicates such a heavy emphasis on your inner child or children in general. You have been treated so badly as a child and abused in many ways, growing up, mainly verbal abuse which has now damaged your self-esteem and your link with your inner child. Your inner child feels trapped in your body as if its caged.

Did you have a missing or absent father in your life, my pile 2's? When I say missing, I mean either physically or emotionally, because if yes, that has contributed greatly to your search for a father figure in every man you meet which only leaves you disappointed in the end. I see you have been the child in the family who has been the most taken advantage of and ridiculed even. You can have an emotionally unsupportive family which has made you the person you are today.

A person who's afraid to speak their truth in the belief that they would loose all the people they have left, in their. A person who keeps a lot of things private and feels like a burden when it comes to asking for help or depending on others. The universe is asking you to nurture your inner child by doing everything you wished to do as a child. Be it building kids legos or watching SpongeBob squarepants. Embrace your inner child because it's a naturally born muse.

I'm also getting this message where the universe wants you to pamper yourself, take those relaxing bubble baths with little candles and drink wine in the bathtub while watching a movie on your device, reading a book or just you know, relax. If you do not have enough time for that during the weekdays, try doing it once every week during the weekend.

If you do not have a bathtub, you can maybe take a nice relaxing shower with the music on and just dance away. Try doing Karaoke at home, even if you are not good at singing, just for fun. Redecorate your room, just the way you like it, in a way where you would always feel so much better just walking into the room after a tired day. Get creative with yourself and your ideas, try new dressing styles is what I'm hearing for some reason.

Maybe you love various kinds of dresses and you do have the potential to style yourself like the diva that you are! (Even if you are a guy👍) So do it! Style your outfits the way you like them. Set your inner child free by doing inner child healing first.

If you are someone who is very hard on yourself just imagine this in your head: Your younger self (say a very small child) approaches you and cries about a problem they are going through, even if it's going to be childish, would you look at her/him and hurt them even more? Or would you do anything you can to make her/him feel better? Imagine your little self whenever you are going through something because our of everyone, you are the first person who needs to be there for that kid (yourself).

I see you love music too so the universe wants you to get crafty with your taste in music. Also I'm hearing messages asking you to start listening to spiritual music like Buddhist chants or even divine instrumental music because that is actually very good for yourself and can really help you have a more positive energy. There are some things you hesitate to take action towards but the Universe urges you to take that leap of faith and trust yourself the most.

The universe is also urging you to introspect more and understand your true desires in your life, not the ones that shift according to situations. I also heard 'Dont settle for less' so you can be someone who just accepts what they're being offered, no matter how little it may be so don't do that, you deserve more than that!

Overall:

The universe wants you to heal what has been yearning for your nurture and love for so long, Your inner child. I know, I have been repeating this since the beginning but this is just blasting in in my ears since I pulled out cards for your pile. Your inner child loves you in the most purest form possible and all he/she wishes for is for you to, love them back and let them help you feel more better in this monotonous world.

I have no idea, literally NO IDEA why the Universe is telling me this but please drink milk. I know, I know, I'm as confused as you are but the Universe still sees you as their small child which is actually wholesome cuz I heard that too. Always remember, even in the dark your flame is nowhere near to blowing away, it's as strong as a hurricane (I heard that too).

Strengthen the bond that's weak between you and your inner child. I just heard 'mend the bond' which is a dialogue from the Disney movie, 'Brave' which is very unique to have showed up for you because in the movie, Mereda feels controlled by her mother so much to the point she visits a witch to help her change her mother but a mishap takes place turning her mother into a Bear with a curse and by the end of the movie Mereda realizes the value of her mother so she stitches back the heirloom her mother made and yeah, you can go watch the movie, definitely will help since your inner child needs to feel more active and happy in you. But the point is that You probably have a weak link with your mother which has affected your inner child now and it's your duty to mend the bond that has been impacted here, with your inner child. Oh, also, Bears can be your spirit guide.

MESSAGES FROM THE BOOK:

To Rule or to Serve?

Human beings have no choice but to act. That is the nature of our lives. But the two alternatives before us are just these: Do we want to rule or do we want to serve? Now, I don't mean perform service in some self-conscious, holier-than-thou way. When I say serve, I mean an act of immersion, not conquest. Every human being wants to have an impact upon the world, but how you leave this impact is the moot point.

Do you think you are incapable of being a despot. Most people want to rule the world. It is just that because they are half-hearted that they end up ruling only their households! They may not have the capacity, the intensity, the one-pointed focus that is necessary to rule the world. But secretly they wish they could. What makes a tyrant different is that their self-image is powerful.

They might believe so strongly that they are going to rule the world that sometimes it almost comes true! This is something many human beings have yet to discover from themselves: that if they create a continuous mental focus towards a particular self-image, it will, in fact, come true. There is however, another way to create. It does not entail asking for anything, or even thinking about what needs to happen.

Here, things just happen as they needed. No forethought, no plotting, or scheming is required here. Once you choose this approach, all you need to do is actually with tremendous intensity, without wavering for an instant in your focus and determination. Then, one day, you will reach a point where no action is needed. You are capable of acting, but you are not compelled to. You choose to engage with life, but you are no longer entangled by it.

This kind of action is possible for everyone. But before you are ive at this state, some fired-up action is required. People who have never been on fire will never know the coolness of water. People who have just lived their lives in a lukewarm, half-hearted, sedate manner can never reach a point of transformation. Those who have never known intense action will never be able to move into inaction.

Their inaction will simply be lethargy, apathy. Only the person who is capable of being immersed in work knows the true meaning of rest. This is why at the Isha Centres, as I have said before, you will find many residents engaged in unstinting nonstop work. They are not working to achieve something; it is simply single-minded, choiceless activity. They are doing it because it is needed, that's all.

You will see after rigorous immersive work that there is suddenly no intention left in you to do anything. Now the real spiritual process unfolds. Only if you have known intense action will you know the bliss of inaction. Once your energies get to a boiling point, it is very easy to transform them and make your life happen in the most harmonious way possible. That is the whole purpose of Karma yoga.

This is also the science of creating a truly amazing being. This is how one who serves is created. This power is immense, but it is not the power to rule. The power to rule is not a rule power, because it can be taken away at any moment. The power that we are talking about here is a power that cannot be taken away. In whatever circumstance or context such a person is placed, there is only one thing they will do.

Those who seek to rule can work only if they are on their throne. If they are taken off the seat, they become miserable. But those who choose to serve will be undeterred because they are not obsessed with the fruit of their action. If they are in hell, they will do the same thing; if they are in hell, they will do the same thing. According to Buddhist lore, Gautama the Buddha said he would rather serve in hell than go to heaven because, anyway, he was incapable of suffering.

That was his freedom. This approach releases you from attachment to the fruit of your action. Now the action will happen by itself; it will also dissolve and melt away by itself. You do not have to stop working to be liberated from action; it will happen anyway. You do not have to do anything about it.

It happened.

In a Zen monastery, there lived a master who was more than eighty years old. Every day, he worked his heart out in the gardens—a time- honored part of Zen spiritual practice. He had been doing this for years. Now he had grown old and weak, but he refused to stop his work. His disciples tried to dissuade him. "Don't bother with this anymore, Master," they said. "We are all here. We will do it." But the old master wouldn't listen. His physical abilities had weakened, but the intensity remained the same.

So one day his disciples took away his gardening tools and hid them somewhere. He hunted for them in vain. That day he did not eat. The next day, again, his tools were missing, so he did not eat. The third day, no tools once more. He did not eat. Now his disciples grew afraid at his refusal to eat. The next day, they replaced the tools in the gardening shed. That day, the old monk worked and ate. In the evening, he gave his teachings: "No work, no food." And that night he died. The four days of fasting had weakened him considerably.

But his teaching was succinct, and he delivered it before he died: no work, no food. Now, wherever you put such a man—heaven or hell—his action will remain the same. When you are like this, you are released from the vagaries of the external situation, from the cycles of karma. Merely closing your eyes won't achieve this. Merely running away and sitting in the mountains won't achieve this.

The moment you open your eyes, the moment you return to the marketplace, reality will some and catch up with you. Karma has to be worked out, but engaging with action with great involvement and intensity, without caring a hoot for it, is the most effective way to work your karma out. There are various ways to do so. You could be so drunk with blissfulness that nothing matters, or you could fall so deeply in love with someone that nothing matters. Only if you are in states of bliss or love can you work intensely and still not to be bothered about the result.

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PILE 3

CHANNELED SONG:

Dear Pile 3's,

I immediately sense that you either commit too much to something, even when it is failing or you struggle a lot when it comes to committing to something, mostly when you see slow results or none at all. Okay, but I do get that you also don't appreciate your own efforts in life and see your achievements as "Not Enough". You are a warrior, I have to tell you that! Whew! You do fight a lot of battles, and you do go a long way when it comes to being tolerant towards situations and problems, but you do it all with/without too much dedication or not enough dedication.

It's like you will fight for it but if you don't want to anymore, you're just gonna back out suddenly which can hinder a lot of things in your life, mainly your mental health. I just heard 'School kills artists' so I am getting that you are born very artistic but you lost the touch after school and you may have not liked going to school much of at all.

I am getting that you have piled up a lot of unkept promises and messy karma from your past and the universe is urging you to resolve them, work it out with people whom you have hurt intentionally or unintentionally. By work it out, I mean set things right and apologise, even if you guys are not going to be speaking to eachother after.

If someone has hurt you badly on the other hand, don't hate them or pray for their downfall, just leave it to the Universe and forgive, even if you aren't Jesus. When you hate, it means you have been defeated. The universe is urging you ft find your true life purpose otherwise there is no use being a warrior because the Universe says without a true purpose, manifesto or oath, the Warrior is lost.

Write down what you stand for unwaveringly, what are things or people you cannot ever give up in your life? What are traits and qualities that you most definitely ask for in connections and your no-no squares? Write it all down so you have a perfect understanding of what you truly want in different areas of your life so you don't just settle for anything.

You are someone who has thoughts that really down play your own dreams and ideas so instead of looking to defeat your enemies, look to defeat that voice in your head. Once you defeat the enemy inside, no one outside can do any harm to your mind.

Also, learn to appreciate and celebrate your achievements and victorious survival through struggles more, even if you are celebrating without anyone around because the Universe celebrates them with you. You are as tough as a mountain man! and here you are, seeing yourself as a mere stone that can be kicked around in this populous world.

I see you are quite clairvoyant and intuitive yourself, like you can understand the energies of people and you do get premonitions a lot, I heard. You have this circle of light inside of you that the universe wants you to channel, more, like a strong glowing light that can help you radiate more and have a more strong presence in the room.

Right now, you are like a poet, drunk in emotions, dreamy and full of fantasy in your head, it's like you live better in your head than in reality and I feel like you are quite lost in this world too. The universe, although, wants you to become more than just a dreamer, they want you to become a sustainer, to sustain that beauty you have in your mind than let it die out with your routined life.

I also get the message where the universe wants you to read more poetry or admire art in general. You are very artistic in nature, even if you doubt it, take Piccaso for example, he says a true artist is a child so get into it, paint, even if it's silly as hell. Make a list of all the things and hobbies in your life that truly sustain you and never get out of touch with them. Always water them and nurture them.

I also heard 'pottery' so yes! Take that pottery lesson buddy! Create with your hands and admire your work. Start getting into pottery and painting because you have it in your to be the best artist there is. I also heard 'Ground yourself. Touch some grass' so yes, take nature walks more often or spend more time in nature, have a picnic with yourself like a Solo Date and just ground yourself.

Your energy does come off quite messy and all over the room so maybe clean up your room and tidy things up, look at the clouds and draw the images you see on paper. I'm also getting that you are someone who is very uncomfortable with change, especially in relationships. You want everything going smooth and perfectly but then something comes up and just disrupts your energy and mood completely so that is one more reason why you should ground Yourself more and begins journaling.

Journal your thoughts and just let all your emotions out on the paper. Take few deep breaths every time you are in a state of anxiety and take that nature walk. Nature is a man's best medicine.

Overall:

Hunt down your fears and just surrender to the universe. You have a very strong ego, I must say, but the universe wants you to trust that they always do what's only best for you. I'm also getting that the universe wants you to take up lessons on whatever it is you want to learn and even if it's not taking lessons, research and study new things that captivate you. Especially they want you to get more into Shadow work.

Also the universe wants you to know that your fears are only there to indirectly show you how much you value something or someone in your life.Your spirit quide can be the Horse. Learn to receive more than you give. You are someone who is very generous and kind towards others in general but the universe does not want you to take shit for no reason, in fact, they want you to stand on those high heels (or Shoes) and kick some ass! Lol. What I meant is stand up for yourself buddy.

The universe wants you to go wild with your desires, I mean who gets a say about what you can want if they have never contributed to anything in your life!? Like go do what you gotta do buddy! You are the Queen/King! You can do whatever you set your mind to and the universe is urging you deeply to let yourself free from the chains of expectations and other people's opinions of you. Chase those dreams and just do what you love.

MESSAGES FROM THE BOOK:

Stop inviting Death

If avoiding death is avoiding life, dodging life is inviting death. For most people, if life becomes unpleasant or burdensome, then, knowingly or unknowingly, they start dodging life. Once you start dodging life, you are invariably inviting death. There is no better method to dodge life except to invite death. Either you do it consciously or you do it unconsciously. One major contribution to the multiple, complex ailments that you see on the planet these days is that people are trying to dodge life and, in the process, are inviting death. The body is only cooperating with this.

The body is just fulfilling your desire to invite death. Ask, and it shall happen! People are trying to avoid life because they think it is unsafe. You should know that the only safe place on the planet is your grave. Nothing happens there. There is no safety in life itself. Like I said earlier, tomorrow morning you may be dead, no matter how much security you create for yourself. I am not wishing you this, but it does not matter how healthy you are, how well you are right now, tomorrow you may be dead. It is a real possibility.

So there is no such thing as security in this life. The moment you start seeking security, naturally, you become death-oriented. Unknowingly, you will seek death. In India, it is tradition that whenever you see a sage or a saint, you should not miss the opportunity to get their blessings. So many times, people come to me and say, 'Sadhguru, please bless me that nothing should happen to me.' Really, what kind of a blessing is this? My blessing is that let everything happen to you. Let everything that is life happen to you.

Have you come here to avoid life or to experience life? If you want to avoid life, I have better technology than inner engineering. If you want to avoid life, all it takes is 2 metres of rope to hang yourself from the ceiling. And it is not expensive either! I am talking of efficiency; when alive, to try to avoid life is very negative. Our aliveness is a very brief happening but we shall be dead for a very long time. So taking one's life is not really an option. This happens by mistaking the psychological drama for the existential life.

The moment you think of security, you are assisting death. I want you to know: death does not need your assistance. Death is super-efficient. On the other hand, life needs your assistance. If you notice, whatever you do with life, no matter how much you do with life, there is still something more you can do with it. Life needs more attention and efforts. Death does not need your support. It will anyway happen and it will happen with absolute efficiency. There is no failure here, as all shall pass. People think nothing new should happen to them, but they want an exciting life. How is this possible?

This is a no-win situation you are creating for yourself. What can happen to you at most? At most, you will die. There is nothing more that can happen to you. And whatever happens in your life, you did not come here with an investment. You came empty-handed. You cannot lose in this life. See how wonderful it is! Whatever happens, you are still on the profit side, so what are you complaining about? This happened about ten years ago. At that time, the stock market in India was going down. Some people in Mumbai brought a man to meet me.

It seems he was initially earning Rs 250 million. Then he took a beating in the stock market. In about eight months' time, he was worth only about Rs 30 million. Now the man was broken, depressed and wanting to commit suicide because he had only Rs 30 million. He was in a bad state, so they wanted me to help him. I thought this was funny because, for many Indians, Rs 30 million is more than heaven.

If you give an option between heaven and Rs 30 million, they will choose Rs 30 million. But this man is depressed and wants to commit suicide because he has only Rs 30 million! This is not just about him; you are doing this to yourself all the time too! Let new things happen to you. If you create this kind of nothing-should-happen-to-me situation within yourself, you will become stagnant. Stagnation is death. If life does not move on, if new possibilities don't arise within you, you are living dead.

This is the reason that even when nothing has gone wrong with people's lives, you can see so many long faces on the street. For most of them, life has worked out far better than they ever imagined. Materially, we are all living much better than our fathers and grandfathers did. But still there are those long faces on the street. This is happening not because something has gone wrong. This is because of stagnation. You cannot live with stagnation because this is like living death.

Being 'living death' is a fantastic experience but to be deathlike when alive is horribly painful. If you are alive, it is wonderful. If you are dead, we are not bothered about you. There are too many dead people walking, which is why there is such misery on the planet. They were all bright and alive at one time; now, slowly, they are half into the grave. Yes, with time the physical body will deplete. That is why if only psychological and physiological processes are in your experience, if the right things are done about the life process, then you will not deplete with age and rather become greatly enhanced. So it is only life which must be constantly cranked up. There is no need to invite or practice death, because death does not need your support.

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PILE 4

CHANNELED SONG:

Dear Pile 4's,

I am getting a lot of songs in my head for this pile, so you guys really really love music huh. That's nice. I'll provide all the channeled songs in the end since you guys love music a lot.

Immediately I feel like you can be the middle child or the eldest child in your family or even a single child, even if it's not, the reason I feel that way is because of how much pressure and responsibilities you have had on your shoulders ever since you were a child. It's like you were forced to be adults at a very raw age. The 'born adults' pile.

I do have to say though, you all carry this weight on your shoulders with such grace and you make it look so easy to handle. You all remind me so much of that character in that Disney movie, 'Enchanto' whose name is Luisa Madrigal, regardless of your gender. She always portrays herself as this strong and independent person who can carry on any kind of weight without any effort but when she starts losing her powers, she freaks out internally, not knowing who to talk to while she still puts on a mask, pretending everything is okay.

That's actually the first song I got in my head, 'Surface pressure' (I'll provide the video at the end). The universe wants you to loosen up and not suppress your emotions anymore. Journal your pain and what you feel like you really need to release. The universe wants you to share your pain with a friend or family member who you trust. Don't burn yourself out if you can't do that task any longer. Relax a bit.

Yes, there's a lot of responsibility on you and a lot of activities need you in it but take that short break in the weekend maybe. Take a vacation and just give some excuse that can really convince your boss or whatever, you need that breather. I see you have a lot of duties and promises to fulfill that's why you are so hard on yourself and worked up about so many things, but have you ever just asked yourself what do you want to do FOR YOURSELF? 😕 Not for anyone else. What do you want to do with your time? How do you want to expand your ideas and your hobbies? You are A QUEEN/KING, I have to tell you that because the crown is heavy for the weak and you carry it so well, with such beauty, in spite of going through so much 😧.

I don't know, why but you all also remind me of Elsa from Frozen because she has so many duties which was just thrown at her by fate and she is not understood by anyone in her life so she just wants to be left alone because she believes she's no good for anyone and that she's a pain in the Ass but we know that's far from the truth, you might be like that as well. You are not a burden bestie, you are a real gift to whoever is in your life❤️. I see how you are the kind of person who just wants to be the best and prove to others that you are capable of handling anything you are given.

The universe sees how much blood, sweat and tears you've been putting since you were a child, and they want you to start acknowledging your true desires instead of heavily sacrificing them for mostly those who don't matter in your life or hold less to no value in your life. What do you feel the best doing? What do you wish to receive in return for your service? Where should you put your foot down and stop letting people take your service for granted? Yes, you all are built with the strength of a mountain but there's a cave you crave to cover up deep inside you.

I cannot emphasis enough about how much weight you carry on your shoulders, I'm literally feeling so upset right now, it's like you just don't deserve all this😮‍💨😖. You deserve to be helped and appreciated enough. You all are being asked to let go of things that are out of your control as well. I feel like you are quite the perfectionist too and the universe is telling you that not everything can be perfect, in fact imperfect is the real perfect.

The universe is urging you to share your responsibilities, it's okay to ask for help, Be it from a friend or family member. I feel like the universe wants you to be more loving and softer towards yourself as well🫂. You treat yourself like the way teachers treat soldiers training in the Navy, have you seen it? The teachers are really hard on the students there. You are only human after all, not a machine🤷🤷‍♀️.

The universe wants you to acknowledge the void that continues to grow inside of you. What can you do to make yourself truly content and destroy that void? The universe wants to take a stern step in asserting your rightful position that you deserve in your family or in society. Show them who's boss bestie! 😤 Cuz they have no idea who they're messing with..you deserve to be respected and admired for who you truly are. Those who think otherwise? Kick their ass goodbye cuz you got no time for toxicity bestie, you are not bossy, you are the boss.

OVERALL:

The universe wants you to be as kind and loving towards yourself as you can be. Don't stop yourself from buying what you want. Don't stop yourself from sharing when you feel uncomfortable or offended. Don't hesitate to stand up for yourself when you are literally making life easier for others to live while you take on so much on your shoulders. Buy yourself donuts and waffles (I heard). Eat sweet food and relish the flavors of it, don't waste a second to make yourself feel rewarded for your hard work and patience.

Let yourself loose. Just jump and your bed and throw pillows here and there. Serve yourself first before you serve others. Satisfy your soul first, not society (I heard). Be willing to explore the innocent parts of yourself and love the delicate parts of yourself that you keep hidden from others. Don't stop yourself from going wild and just dancing in your room or house. Let the music play and just shake what yo mama gave you! 🤭💃🕺Also, while meditating, imagine nectar flowing down your head and relaxing your brain. If you don't meditate, I suggest you begin soon, it will help you a lot. Even gardening and spending more time in nature is what the Universe is asking you to begin or continue more. Smell flowers and just take in the beautiful scent and feel more relaxed.

I also just heard, buy bouquets for yourself💐 and reward yourself in ways that make you the happiest and most content. Eat at that restaurant is also what I heard, so go, eat, and if someone judges you for it, eat them too ahaha (that's what I just heard, WTH spirit😭😂).

MESSAGES FROM THE BOOK:

This is the Tug of War

Vishnujana: How will I be possible, Prabhupada, for a man whose mind is clouded to constantly chant Hare Krishna? A man who's always thinking thoughts about family, friends, country, nation?

Prabhupada: Yes. Think of. At the same time, chant. Two things will go on, and this will conquer. (chuckles) As Maya is forcing you to drag from this Krishna consciousness, you also force Maya by chanting Hare Krishna. There is fight. And Maya will go away.

This maya (illusion) is very strong. She'll force you to entice you to other path. But if you do not stop, if you chant loudly...just like Haridasa Thakura was chanting, and maya could not victimize him. You know that? What was his stand? Simply chanting Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare / Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare. Maya could not entice. Maya failed. Maya became his disciple. He did not become Maya's disciple.

This is tug of war. So don't be afraid of Maya. Simply enhance chanting and you'll be conqueror. That's all. Narayanaparah sarve na kutashcana bibhyati. We are not afraid of Maya because Krishna is there. Yes. Krishna says, Kaunteya pratijanihi na me bhaktah pranashyati. You just declare, "My devotee will never be vanquished by Maya." Maya cannot do anything. Simply you have to become strong. And what is that strength? Chant Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare, loudly.

(Lecture on Bhagavad-gita 3.6-10/ Lod Angeles, December 23, 1968)

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SONGS THAT DESCRIBE U AND YOUR SITUATION(S):

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WHAT THE UNIVERSE WANTS YOU TO DANCE TO OR HOW THEY WANT YOU TO BEHAVE:

THIS VEDIO IS SIGNIFICANT FOR UR SITUATION(S):

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Thankyou so much for going through this patiently, I know I kind of wrote too much, I apologize if it annoyed anyone but It took me a week to complete this. I really hope you all enjoyed this reading as much as I did composing it. Have a great day!💖 I have a reading coming soon that will excited you all a lot, I guarantee it! But for Byee~✨💃

[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.

[monakisu]

I want you to know that I came across a random post of your Death Note art, went "Awww, oh my gosh, with the way this person draws Light I think Akechi would look fantastic in the same style!", clicked onto your profile, and then saw your newest artwork was Akechi. I'm still kind of cackling over it and thought maybe you'd find it funny too. Your art is SO cute, I'm very happy I found it <333

HAHA THAT’S AMAZING (<< was an akechi artist wayyyy before i fell head over heels for light)

but rlly… theyre so similar:

- brunet

- asshole

- pretty boy

- mass murderer

- black-haired homoerotic rival

at the end of the day, the key difference is one is a top and the other is a bottom.

ok but seriously, they’re vastly different characters on a fundamental level:

- light was handed everything him on a silver platter: family, friends, looks, intellect, a comfortable life… as a bastard child of a sex worker and now an orphan, goro had to fight his way to his current position and will always harbor a terrible sense of inferiority (light is completely confident in his absolute superiority, Always (that’s why the challenge of L sent him off the deep end of obsession lol))

- light genuinely sees himself as a hero, while goro would like to feel the same but is nonetheless depressingly aware of his villain’s journey (his undesirable position as the detective vs the underdog phantom thieves, his string of assassinations, his ultimate dirty bloody goal, etc.).

- light’s motive is about the world’s salvation, cleansing, the birth of his ideal reality (very messianic of him with the slightest loving tinge of mary cradling her lamb hahaha) while goro is laser-focused on ruining this one asshole’s life in particular, vengeance and revenge at once! one’s focused on rebirth, and the other gunning straight for death! they both use murder to get what they want but light probably floats around thinking himself so clean and divine as mother of the world (ignorance is bliss) while goro is constantly desperately trying to cover up his suspiciously red hands with his gloves hehehe… they’re both constantly striving for perfection, just with varying levels of self-awareness!!

- goro is a canonical loner; light has a horde of friends; this is probably due to a difference in public persona! goro is an untouchable idea of what he thinks a human should be and is completely out of the loop when it comes to normal social interactions (believes opening with hegel will instantly endear himself to the average person (luckily he inflicted that upon akira who is decidedly not average in the slightest)), light is implied to be more down-to-earth and even slightly goofy (he’s gaming decorum like an advanced speedrunner)! it’s probably good how distant goro is, because getting any closer to him will allow you to see how off-putting and uncanny he is, sorta like an AI-generated image—seams in the wrong places and far too much teeth LOL. meanwhile light has this whole shebang so thoroughly figured out that he’s BORED with it all! he’d like to move on to the next game (with L), thank you!! light definitely still exudes uncanny creepiness (it’s his natural state of being) especially when he zones out or starts hysterically cackling out of nowhere at his own thoughts, but he’s a hundred times better at masking compared to goro due to a better upbringing. goro is starved for the adoring friends he sees akira easily picking up one after another; light couldn’t give less of a shit because he’s always had those trivial luxuries! he’d much rather prefer an adoring WORLD!!

- then there’s the difference in how they die… one started out surrounded with company but ultimately died alone, while it’s the opposite for the other (if you count the de-realization of maruki’s reality as goro’s “death” (which i don’t)).

- in conclusion, light and goro are like funhouse mirror reflections of each other!!! one is a pampered lapdog getting a taste of rabies and letting loose, while the other is a starving wolf trying to domesticate itself for treats and headpats!! and i <3 them both!!!!!

anyways i may be wrong about light because im going purely off of fics, tumblr shitposts, and my own imagination :] feel free to school me in a way that won’t destroy my delusions!