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I don’t care anymore

[breekento]

hello! I love your fics on Higuruma on AO3! wanted to ask if you take any requests for Prisoner!Higuruma who survives culling games and turns himself in jail, but reader regularly visits him and waits for his release ?🥹 A bit of angst but fluff at the end please 💞

thank you for being my first fic request! I probably won’t write these as long as my fics on AO3 because it would take me months lol! But these are fun writing practices for me!

(wc: 1.6k, no smut, just pain and fluff)

“How are you sleeping, doll? Are you getting everything you need?” His voice crackles through the phone.

Your fingers tremble, squeezing the phone so tightly you were surprised it didn’t crumble in your grasp. “I guess so,” you reply in a small voice.

“I don’t like the sound of that, baby.”

You knew better than to lie, he was intelligent and ever observant of every hitch or quirk in your voice. “I just miss you, Hiro,” you say shakily.

He sighs deeply on the other line. “I miss you, too, doll. More than you can ever know. You’re still coming to see me tomorrow, right? I need to see that beautiful face.”

“Of, course.” How could you forget? It has become your weekly routine. Every week, the night before your visits with Hiromi, tossing hangers draped in clothes over your head in search of the perfect outfit. Open toed, too short, mesh, crop top. At some point you would need to go shopping for appropriate clothes to visit your boyfriend in prison but for whatever reason, it felt as if you were accepting defeat.

You knew very little of Hiromi’s mysterious work-life and he liked to keep it that way. The world of sorcery was foreign to you and your knowledge was shallow. Hence, the ringing in your ears, the numb feeling on your fingertips as your brain struggled to connect the dots on that day.

“I just don’t understand why you’re doing this to me, Hiro,” your voice was raspy, tears flowing down your face as you followed him out of the door.

“I can’t tell you,” he says, cold and distant as if he were desperately trying to disconnect from the harsh world around him.

“Look,” his voice is softer. His hands cup your face, lip distorted and eyebrows twisted upward in agony. “I’ve done bad, bad things. I can’t live with myself like this. You don’t want me here.”

“B-but how do you know? You don’t know,” you fumble over your words.

“I’ll be gone for a while, doll,” his forehead pressed against yours. At that moment, it felt doable. How long? Why? What have you done? You never asked, worried that you wouldn’t accept the answer.

Years had passed and it was doable. Not short of late nights, curled under the covers, fingers searching for the smell of his cologne and hair gel. Elbow stretched as far as you could reach, hand fumbling for the zipper on the back of your dress. Shit, if Hiromi was just here. Small tasks felt big.

Sitting behind your desk, mindlessly searching through your emails as a thinly faced coworker pops her head over the cubicle. “Are you going to the office pot-luck tonight?” She beams.

“Oh,” you jump in your seat. “I have plans.”

She frowns, resting her head on the half-wall. “You never do anything.”

You shrug, looking toward your computer screen. Explaining that you’re visiting your prison boyfriend was not something you cared to delve into with a superficial level of coworker.

The clock strikes 5:00pm and you are your own version of Cinderella, tossing your purse over your shoulder and striding towards the door. Only in this story, you weren’t running away from the probability of your carriage turning into a pumpkin. You were running toward your murderer of a boyfriend, clinging to that 30 minutes of quality time.

It couldn’t have been Hiromi. Not your Hiromi. The Hiromi who stayed awake late at night, holding your body close as it ached on your monthly. The Hiromi with tender fingers that grazed your skin covered in bubbles as you leaned against his skin as warm water poured over the two of you. The Hiromi who replaced the fresh flowers on your dining table every week, knowing you loved the scent. He couldn’t have been a killer. Surely it was for a reason. Was there such a reason?

“I’m here for Hiromi Higuruma,” you say through the window.

The guard’s eyes flicker to yours. Nodding before lifting the phone to her ear. Taking your cue, you sit in the waiting chair. Your legs bounce in anxiety, it never got easier.

The door swings open, a large guard standing in the doorway. Gathering your things, you walk toward the room. The room you knew too well. The tension in the air dissipates as the tall, dark-haired man stands before you. Even in this state, he was strikingly handsome. His hair, slicked back with strands falling forward onto his brow. His lips curl into a smile, eyes twinkling at the sight of you. His orange jump-suit hangs off of his body, wrists clasped together by handcuffs.

“There she is. My beautiful girl,” he purrs as you join him at the large table. It was just the two of you, and the guards that lined the perimeter. How romantic.

In his usual gentleman fashion, he waits for you to find your seat before sitting down himself. You adjust in your seat, face heating up as you scan his face.

“I missed you,” you say bashfully under his intense gaze.

“God. You get more beautiful every time I see you.”

You lean against the table, propping your head on your hands, “When are you ever going to get out of this place?”

“Funny you should say that,” he says with a grin. Your eyes widen, lifting yourself off of the table. “I have a date.”

Your mouth dries. “A-a date?”

“Doll, I’ve been here for 6 years. In a few months, they’re letting me out early for good behavior. Well, parole,” he says with a grin.

You stand from your seat, jaw slack and eyes rapid fire scanning his expression for any sign of a joke. “Y-you’re coming home?”

His eyes soften, looking up at you with those gorgeous sleepy eyes. “I’m going home, baby.”

Every muscle in your body wanted to lunge forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and tackling him to the ground. You haven’t even touched the man in years. You opt for covering your mouth with your hand.

“Keep holding on for just a few more months, doll. I’ll be home before you know it,” his eyes are kind.

“15 minutes,” the voice from the guard echoes throughout the empty room.

“My life here is boring. Tell me about yours. How’s work? How’s the house?”

He had truly set you up for success. You stayed in his home, completely paid for and taken care of by him. You didn’t have to work but you feared insanity spending your days alone in his large house. Brushing your teeth and watching his, dry and unused black toothbrush beside yours. His loafers that sit in the doorway, unworn and clean.

“Work is boring. They had a potluck tonight. My boss somehow thinks I’m the biggest idiot in the world while also piling more on my workload,” you say. It felt silly to complain about your mundane work tasks while he lived here. But he hung on your every word, soaking in the way your lips curled and eyes creased.

“Oh and I spent hours getting rid of weeds last weekend. The second you’re out of this place, that’s your job,” you say with narrow eyes.

He chuckles, leaning forward in his seat, “It will be my pleasure, baby.”

“It’s time,” the guard says. Each week, shattering your heart little by little. You stand, unable to stop the tears welling in your eyes.

“Don’t cry, darling. Not much longer. Just stay strong for a little longer,” his voice pleads.

You nod, using balled up fists to wipe your face. You watch him stand, towering over you as the guards guide him back to the mysterious place he now lived. He turns his face to catch your eyes, face sad as he watches the human form of his heart shatter before his eyes.

The door shuts and once again you are left alone. Only a few more months. Those words propelled you, every action you performed had a meaning suddenly. When you couldn’t reach something on the top shelf, when you couldn’t lift the garbage bag over your head, when you ran out of toilet paper you thought soon he will be here.

And soon came quick enough. You stood in front of your full length mirror, adjusting your sundress that fell over your curves. Your hair was fluffy and soft, draped over your shoulders. He knew what you looked like but you needed his first sight of you to be special, breathtaking.

With shaky hands and clammy feet, you stand outside the prison. If you weren’t leaning your body weight against the car door, you probably would have fallen over. You tap your foot anxiously, any minute now.

The door creaks open, a tall, lanky man dressed in black jeans and soft white shirt, the outfit he had left on that day. Before you could tell your feet to quit, you were running, no, sprinting towards the man.

He matches your speed, arms wrapping around your body as he lifts you from the ground. You bury your face in his neck, giggling through tears that coat his white t-shirt. His muffled laughs find your ears as he spins you, holding your body tightly. It had been years since you felt his hands on your back, his breath in your ear.

“I love you, I love you,” he chants against your face. He set you down, pressing both of his hands on each side of your face. “Let me get a good up-close look at my beautiful girl.”

Your cheeks blushed red under his gaze, “Let’s go home.”

[yeoosaangg]

៹ HALF OF MY HEART || KINKTOBER ─ Day 24

➛ PAIRING:: JEONG JAEHYUN × FEM!READER

➛ NOW PLAYING:: HALF OF MY HEART — JOSH MAKAZO

⤷ ❝KNOW YOU STILL HAVE THINGS TO SAY. IT'S DIFFERENT SINCE I BROKE US APART.❞

➛ GENRE:: COLLEGE!AU, EXES TO LOVERS, SMUT

➛ WARNINGS:: PERIOD SEX, CAR SEX, FINGERING, JOCK!JAEHYUN, MARKING, PRAISE, MENTIONS OF BLOOD (OBVIOUSLY)

── ⋆ ⋆ ── 𔘓 ── ⋆ ⋆ ──

You go to the skate park late at night to think.

It helps when you've got a lot on your mind and need to unwind, but you couldn't do that tonight.

A bunch of frat boys came together to throw a party, one you were invited to. It may not be your usual night out, but at least it was different.

Now alcohol can be your escape from a broken heart.

Kevin: Hey, you made it!

Y/n: I'm usually here skating on a regular night.

Kevin: Saved you a seat, right here

You roll your eyes as he pats his lap. You look around and see that there truly was no more space to sit and just take his offer.

Y/n: So, did I miss anything?

Kevin: Nah. Just a few guys on the football team having a chugging contest.

Y/n: Mmm, boring.

Kevin: It was.

You scan the park just to have something to do, but it proves to be a mistake when you spot your ex-boyfriend making out with one of the cheerleaders.

That hurts.

Kevin: Where'd your mind go just now?

Y/n: Saw Jaehyun playing tonsil hockey with captain preppy.

Kevin: Brutal. Need me to kick his ass?

Y/n: Nah. He'd squash you like a bug and I happen to love my best friend.

Kevin: I hate when you're right.

You guys laugh and you get up to grab a closed bottle of beer. When you come back, Kevin notices your ex staring at you two.

Kevin: He's looking.

Y/n: Don't care.

Kevin: He looks like he wants to kill me.

You roll your eyes and position yourself so you're straddling Kevin. He doesn't react, just holds your exposed hips so you don't fall back.

Y/n: You think from this angle it'll look like we're kissing?

Kevin: Yeah, why?

You put your thumb on his lips before kissing your nail, pressing your forehead against his. Kevin wraps his arm around you to make it look like he's pulling you in deeper.

You pull away and smile at him, a silent thank you for going along with your plan.

Kevin: He's coming over here.

Y/n: Don't lie to me, Moon.

So much for not caring.

Kevin: Just turn around.

You do and feel your heart drop as he strides over to you.

Y/n: Shit, gotta go.

Kevin: Have fun, bestie! Use protection!

You flip him off and hurriedly make your way towards the parking lot. Maybe you'll get home quicker if you run.

Jaehyun: Y/n! Wait up!

Why does he sound like he's right behind you?

You make a noise of surprise when he grabs your arm and turns you to face him.

Y/n: Oh, hey.

Jaehyun: Hey. Did you not hear me?

Y/n: Nope, sorry.

Lie.

Jaehyun: Can we talk?

Y/n: I don't think that's a good idea.

Jaehyun: Please? I swear I'll leave you alone after, if that's what you want.

You sigh.

He was using those stupid eyes of his. The ones where they get all soft and kind.

He still knows how to make you weak.

Y/n: Fine.

He smiles and guides you to his car with a hand on the small of your back. You feel his warm fingers curl around your waist, almost like he's afraid you'll run.

You curse yourself for wearing a crop top.

He opens the passenger door and you reluctantly get in.

There was an awkward silence when he gets in, locking the car doors. It was only for privacy reasons.

Jaehyun: I hate how we left things.

Y/n: How you left things.

He takes a deep breath and nods.

Jaehyun: I never wanted to hurt you.

Y/n: But you did.

He broke things off two months ago because he "needed to be with someone that matches his popularity", hence the bimbo he was making out with.

Jaehyun: It's just- I got lost in the glory of being the quarterback, that I became a different person. I let go of the one person who means the most to me because of it.

Stupid excuse.

Y/n: I get it, Jae. I'm not popular enough for you. I'm not drop-dead gorgeous enough for your new friends. But you didn't have to insult me when you broke things off. That was just cruel on your part.

He understands that.

He messed up so bad and it cost him the love of his life.

Jaehyun: You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. That is a fact no one will ever get to prove wrong. My heart will always belong to you.

Oh.

He still has feelings for you?

Jaehyun: If you can give me another chance, I swear I'll do right by you.

Y/n: Don't you have a girlfriend?

Jaehyun: No.

Y/n: Then why were you making out with the head cheerleader? Thought she was your arm candy.

Jaehyun: I never made it official with her. Just let her kiss me in public, but nothing other than that.

Hm.

Jaehyun: What about you? Are you and Kevin Moon dating?

Y/n: Nah, I was just feeling petty. Kiss was fake; he'd launch me off of him if it was real.

Jaehyun: Now that sounds like him.

You both laugh, comfortable silence surrounding the once tense atmosphere.

It feels warm and familiar.

Jaehyun: Can I- Can I kiss you?

You nod, leaning in to meet his lips halfway.

You climb over and straddle his lap while he puts his seat all the way back. His hands roam your entire body, tongue exploring your mouth all over again.

You feel him getting ready to slide his hand into the waistband of your panties when you stop him.

Jaehyun: What's wrong?

Y/n: Nothing, I just remembered something.

Jaehyun: What is it?

You feel embarrassed to say this out loud. You're hot and bothered, but can't do anything about it because-

Y/n: I'm on my period.

He begins to laugh and kiss the skin underneath your jaw.

Y/n: It's not funny!

Jaehyun: It's kinda funny, baby.

You whine, hiding your face in his chest.

He wraps his arms around you and kisses the crown of your head.

Jaehyun: It's funny because you think a little blood's gonna stop me from fucking you.

Huh?!?

You yelp when his hand slips inside your panties and his middle finger circles your clit. You moan very loudly from not having been touched since he left you.

Jaehyun: Careful, baby. Wouldn't want anyone to hear your pretty sounds.

Y/n: Don't give a fuck.

You kiss him as his fingers get covered in a mix of your arousal and blood. Your pad gets scrunched the more his knuckles disappear in your cunt.

You sit up and take your top off, revealing you perky tits.

Jaehyun: No bra? What if you accidentally flashed everyone at the party?

Y/n: It is what it is.

He chuckles, helping you steady yourself as you get completely naked.

He lowers his jeans down enough so his cock springs free. He was hard and leaking, just how you like him.

You align yourself with his tip and slam down on his cock. He moans as you bounce without adjusting.

You were too horny and impatient to give a fuck about anything right now.

Y/n: Hated seeing you with that stupid, blonde airhead. Wanted to beat her ass everytime she passed me on campus.

Jaehyun: Aww, you didn't like how close she was to me? Then fucking mark me so she knows who I belong to.

You don't even have to be told twice. Your mouth litters multiple red hickeys all over his neck and chest.

God, he bruises so easily, it makes you needier.

You look so ruined already, but he wants to break you. Have you reduced to a drooling and whimpering mutt for him like he always does.

But not tonight.

Tonight is about getting you back and doing everything he can to show you he means what he says. He's going to love you despite what others say.

You're worth it.

He gasps when your teeth scratch against his jugular, lightly sucking on the skin there.

Y/n: I'm gonna cum.

He watches you bounce on his cock, tits matching the rhythm as you squirt all over him - you probably got blood all over him, too.

You get tired, so he slams his hips into you as the top of your ass hits the bottom of the steering wheel. Lucky it wasn't the horn, right?

Y/n: Want more. Please give me more.

Jaehyun: Such a good girl. Always taking what I give you and begging for more, not satisfied until everyone at this fucking party can see how thoroughly mine you are.

You scream as the tip of his cock hits your g-spot. It was a delicious repetitive motion that has you shaking in your ex-boyfriend's arms.

You press your chest against his, mouth attacking his neck as you meet his thrusts.

He tries to pull you off his neck by your hair, but you growl at him - mouth leaving him for only a moment to push his hand off before devouring him again.

His hands leaves bruises on your hips at how hot that was of you. Being on your period makes you even hornier than a bitch in heat.

Jaehyun: You’re my little whore, aren’t you?

You growl again, biting on his shoulder before nodding to his question.

Y/n: Only yours.

He picks up his pace, causing you to grip onto the handle above your head to steady yourself. His cock rams into you so rough, you're drooling and whimpering - just like he wanted.

Oops!

Both of you cum at the same time, not caring who hears you anymore. You just care about each other.

You bury your face in his neck trying to catch your breath. He leans back and massages your body to help soothe the shaking.

Y/n: I've missed you a lot.

He smiles, kissing your temple.

Jaehyun: Please give me another chance, Y/n. I can give you everything you need and want. Just give me one month and I swear I'll embed myself so far in you, you won't be able to breathe without me.

You giggle, resting your chin on his chest.

Y/n: Okay. But only one chance. If you blow it, you'll never see me again.

Jaehyun: Thank you, baby. I promise I'll treat you right.

He shifts a little and you whine. His cock was still inside you.

Y/n: Can we leave to get cleaned up? Cum mixed with blood isn't a pretty sight.

He laughs with his entire chest, kissing your lips with a huge grin.

Jaehyun: 'Course we can.

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a/n: get me away from pinterest prompts. this ain't good for my sanity. thanks for reading ‹𝟹

[roses-for-rosalyn]

The Old Church Parking Lot

Look, I had an idea for a fic and all the sudden it was 4:00 am. I promise one day I'll write a fic where reader isn't a goddamn pillow princess, but today is not that day. Enjoy my darlings.

word count: 3k

minors dni pretty please 🔞

content warnings: Dealer! Ellie, innocent reader, friends to lovers, drug use 🍃, kissing, teasing, oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), reader being a pillow princess

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“You’re joking.” Ellie raises her eyebrows at you like she actually expects you to take it back. “You have been on this earth for 19 years and you haven’t smoked weed?” You shake your head. “Ever?” You can’t help but laugh, her stunned expression doesn’t leave her face. She won’t take her eyes off you despite the fact that she’s literally driving.

“Eyes on the fucking road Els Jesus.” She nods and hesitantly turns back to look at the street. “I just never had the chance I guess.” You shrug your shoulders. “Grew up in a small town, not many friends. We mostly just got drunk. It was easier, and less illegal.” You have no idea why this information shocks Ellie to her core, but there’s something else there, an excitement maybe? 

“We’re gonna fix that. Tonight. I’ll pick you up after work.” She was definitely excited and extremely eager. She pulls into your driveway and puts the car in park. 

“Oh yeah? And where are you gonna get it from, not exactly like there’s a store we can stop at.” 

Ellie looks straight ahead and tales a beat before she answers “I kind of…deal the stuff.” She still won’t look at you. “It’s a side gig type thing, helps me stay afloat.” You can’t say you're shocked. You haven’t known Ellie long, she was one of those friends that you kind of just started spending a shit ton of time with out of nowhere. She was still new to you even though it felt like you’d known her your whole life, you were still learning about each other slowly. 

“Ok that’s…incredibly convenient, but where do we go?” You were both home from college for the summer, hence living with your parents. Ellie turns to face you, she brings her hand up to her mouth and starts biting her nail in concentration. It was an incredibly cute little habit, you could see her brain working to find a solution. 

“We’ll sit in the old church parking lot, I can drive us home after.” 

“Works for me.” You shrug. “See you later I guess.” You smile at Ellie and she has this devilish smirk on her face like she knows something you don’t. 

“God I can’t wait.” Her voice was breathy and low, something you hadn’t heard before, but it was incredibly…attractive. You go to open the car door and step out onto your driveway. 

“See ya.” 

“Bye.” You shut the door and head inside, having no idea what you have just agreed to. 

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You have tried on your entire closet at this point. You usually weren’t like this with Ellie, normally you couldn’t care less what you looked like, but something felt different between you two lately. The type of different where you felt like you needed to look good when you saw her. You’re not gonna dwell on it though, that would just make everything worse. 

You finally settle on just an old, cropped graphic tee and jeans. It’s something you wore all the time, unfortunately your whole wardrobe was strewn about your floor, so this was the best option. 

Jesus why were you nervous? Probably because you were about to do drugs for the first time. Definitely no other reason. 

You pass the time by doing your makeup. It always helps you relax, makes you feel good inside and out. Before you knew it Ellie was texting you she was on her way. She pulls into the driveway, her headlights lighting up your living room. You begin the trek out your front door to her car. It feels like it takes forever, you go through each motion as if you're moving through water. You finally get to her small car and open the passenger door. 

“Hey princess.” Ellie is smiling ear to ear, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen her this elated. 

“Hey.” You can’t help but laugh at her exaggerated expression. 

“You ready? You excited?” She’s still smiling, she looks fucking adorable, it’s ridiculous.

“Definitely not as excited as you clearly are.” You can’t help but be a little nervous trying something new, but you were trying it with someone you trusted. 

“We’re gonna have fun. Promise.” With that she turns up the music and pulls out of your driveway. 

On the way to the parking lot you and Ellie belt out 90s hits at the top of your lungs. The windows are down, the wind blowing on your face and through your hair. It almost completely gets rid of any nerves you had. You look over at Ellie, watching her exaggerated expressions and hand movements. She acts out the words in the song like she’s performing. You can’t help but smile at her ridiculousness.

You pull into the parking lot and Ellie turns the radio down. Her arm reaches over your lap to the glove box. Her arm faintly brushes your thighs as she opens it. She pulls out a little baggie with what you would assume are blunts in it. 

“These are pre-rolls. Normally you would have someone else test them out first. This shit could easily be laced with fentanyl, which can kill you. You don’t know where it comes from, you never touch it first.” She looks at you with a serious expression on her face. “Got it?” You nod vigorously, she is obviously in her element here, trying to teach you everything she knows to keep you safe. “Words princess, that’s the most important thing I’ll teach you tonight.”

“Yup, got it.” Why is this so incredibly hot? The way she wants to make sure you’re safe, she’s acting like a stern teacher and it's severely throwing you off. 

She smiles and then continues “But, since you’re getting it from me, and I know where this has been and where it’s from, we’re safe.” You smile and nod, appreciating the reassurance. She takes the preroll from the baggie and grabs a lighter from the console. 

“So you’ve never smoked anything before?” You shake your head “Ok so I’m gonna light this end,” She taps the tapered end of the roll, “You’re going to put your lips around it like a straw and inhale once to get it into your mouth, and then a second time to get it to your lungs.” 

“That made absolutely zero sense to me.” Ellie laughs, shaking her head. 

“You want me to go first, so you can watch?” Oh god yes. 

“Yeah, that might make it easier.” Ellie nods and brings the preroll to her lips. She lights it with her green gas station lighter and you watch her inhale as she puts the lighter back down. She exhales a cloud of smoke towards you and you are immediately turned on. Why did she have to make exhaling seductive? 

“Your turn.” She hands you the roll and you take it between two fingers. You bring it to your lips like Ellie said. Inhale once, twice. Fuck.

You immediately feel the smoke tickle your lungs and throat. You cough out the smoke rather than elegantly exhaling as Ellie did. God, it fucking burns. 

“Try to breathe through your nose babe, here I brought a water bottle for ya.” You immediately grab the water bottle, trading Ellie for the blunt, you eagerly gulp it down. The water sort of soothes the burn, your violent coughing turning into heavy breathing. 

“You didn’t warn me I’d have a fucking asthma attack.” You cough again while Ellie giggles at your pain. 

“I forgot. But I knew you wouldn’t die, plus the surprise on your face was kind of funny.” She takes another hit and passes it back to you. You try again, but a smaller breath this time. It doesn’t burn as much this time. 

“I also forgot to mention, like how this shit makes you feel. It’s different for everyone really.” You pass the preroll back to Ellie. “Mostly it just makes you relax, but some people get talkative, some get sleepy, and most people get incredibly hungry.” She pauses like she’s thinking of saying something but is holding back.

“What?” Ellie shakers her head.

“Nothing… I didn’t even know if I wanted to bring it up, but like it also can make everything feel incredibly good.” 

“What do you mean?” This seems like it’s going in a direction you and Ellie have never really gone before. Ellie would talk about her sexual ventures with other women on occasion, but you never really discussed anything in detail about yourselves. It’s not like you would have much to add with the sex stories anyways, you just listened to Ellie and nodded. You definitely did not have the experience she had.  

“Like it makes people touching you feel 100 times better.” She sighs and laughs “It basically makes most people horny.” She looks at you with a kind of sheepish look. You wouldn’t expect someone with as much experience as her being shy talking about this stuff. Was she… Blushing? It was hard to tell in the dark, you could have definitely imagined it. 

You start to feel a smile tug at your lips and a warmth slowly floods your body. “I think...it’s hitting.” You giggle at literally nothing, which makes Ellie giggle. “Feels really good.” You breathe out. You caress your own arm, testing Ellie’s knowledge. “Woah.”

“What?” Ellie’s smiling at you, she decided she likes how you act high. It’s probably one of the more adorable things she’s ever seen.

“Touching does feel weird.” You continue to caress your own arm, you can feel the warmth of your own hands grazing across the small hairs of your forearm and it tickles. 

“It’s usually other people touching you that feels weird, but whatever works for you over there.” You look at her and back at your arm.

“You touch me then.” You reach your arm out, eagerly inviting Ellie to come closer. 

“I can’t.” She looks down, taking the last hit from the blunt. She won’t meet your eyes.

“Why?” 

“If I start touching you I can’t guarantee I can stop.” She stops herself abruptly like the sentence was forced out of her. She puts out the blunt before finally looking up at you, her confession lingering in the air between you. She’s searching your eyes for any disgust or rejection. She finds none.

“I wouldn’t mind.” Ellie just looks at you, eyes wide with disbelief. You’re suddenly aware of how desperately your body is craving her touch. Your entire body ignites with a type of electricity, it courses through you causing your skin to become tingly. 

Using your sudden desperation as a sort of courage you climb over to straddle Ellie’s lap. You hold onto her shoulders to steady yourself and Ellie backs the seat as far away from the steering wheel as she can. She keeps looking at you with those wide eyes. She moves her hands to cup your face gently, like she’s convinced you'll disappear. She keeps searching your eyes, looking for any hint of hesitation and all she finds is pure hunger. 

She kisses you, her lips are so soft and warm you immediately relax. You move your hands from her shoulders and thread them into her hair and she kisses you harder. She uses her tongue to open up your mouth and you groan at the sensation. She moves her hands down under the hem of your shirt. She grabs your breasts and starts roughly massaging the soft skin. She pulls down one of the cups of your bra and starts teasing your nipple. She pinches it between her fingers and you moan into her mouth at the feeling. She stops the kiss to pull your shirt over your head and immediately continues as she throws your shirt into the passenger's seat. She moves her mouth down and encloses it around your nipple, you gasp at the feeling of her warm tongue sucking and circling your sensitive bud. The ache between your legs has become more noticeable, it’s demanding attention. You start grinding a bit on Ellies lap. The seam of your jeans is barely teasing your clit through your underwear. It was heavenly, but not enough. 

Ellie is trying to devour you. She moves her mouth from your breasts to your neck. Exploring with gentle kisses until she finds just the right spot. She nips and sucks until you're squirming on her lap uncontrollably. 

“Back seat.”  She breathes out. You nod vigorously and climb off her lap and awkwardly maneuver your way to the back seat. You lean up against the car door while Ellie adjusts her seat again to make room. It gives you a moment to breathe before she moves to straddle your waist and continues where she left off. She kisses between your breasts down your stomach, gently making a trail down your body with her lips. She’s so gentle and slow, the feeling of her soft lips on your body is driving you insane. 

She gets to the hem of your jeans and unbuttons them. This is where you start to realize you’re entering uncharted territory. You’re trying not to panic, but suddenly a breathy “Ellie,” Escapes from your swollen lips. She immediately pauses and looks up at you. She sees the slight nervousness in your expression and immediately understands.

“No one’s ever-” You don’t even know how to finish that sentence without embarrassing yourself. 

“I know,” Her face softens “We’ll go nice and slow, tell me when I need to stop okay?” 

“Okay.” You nod and Ellie continues unbuttoning your jeans. Nervous butterflies invade your stomach, despite your altered state. Ellie pulls the jeans off and throws them on the floor. She then takes off her flannel leaving her in a black tank top. Her biceps and veins are enhanced by the moonlight, You can see her muscles flex and move as she does. She moves down kissing along the hem of your panties before placing a kiss on your clit. The sight of her head between your thighs is enough to push the ache in your cunt to an unbearable level. She teases you over the fabric, rubbing her fingers up and down your slit slowly. She brushes her finger over your clit repeatedly and a desperate whine escapes from your mouth.

“I know princess, just a little longer.” Ellie is savoring you like you’re the last thing she’ll ever see. She places light kisses on your inner thighs as she continues to tease you. 

Finally she moves your panties to the side. She runs a finger from your entrance to your clit collecting the wetness that pooled between your legs. You can’t help but whimper, your clit feels ten times more sensitive than usual. Every time Ellie is near it the feeling reverberates through your entire body. She blows out a breath on your cunt and the feeling is heavenly. 

“Doing ok, pretty girl?” She looks up from between your legs and you have to resist squeezing them together at the sound of her voice. It was low and raspy, and every word sounded like honey. 

“Yes.” You nod, your eyes squeeze shut in frustration.

“Look at me.” Her voice was lower, demanding. “I’m gonna make you feel good, I promise.” And with that she lowers her mouth onto your bare cunt. She laps at your clit lightly, she moves her tongue in circles around it, continuing her teasing. She licks from your entrance up to your sensitive bud and begins sucking on it. Your hips immediately buck up towards Ellie’s mouth at the foreign feeling. You are moaning loudly and uncontrollably, you had no idea anything could ever feel this way. It’s almost too much. 

Ellie moves her finger to circle your wet hole, once you relax a little she starts to slowly push her finger into you. She makes sure to be slow and careful. 

“Ellie.” You whine out once curls her finger and hits just the right spot inside you. She continues sucking on your clit and slowly curling her finger inside of you. 

“God you're so tight, you gotta relax for me princess.” You try to focus on relaxing around her finger, once you do Ellie adds a second finger. Your cunt swallows it greedily and you whimper at the pressure of two of her slender fingers inside of you. She sucks at your clit even harder and you gasp out “Ellie please ‘s too much.” 

Ellie pauses for a moment “I know baby, you just have to breathe for me. Here, hold onto me.” She places one of your hands on her arm which is wrapped around your thigh. You do what she says and relax under her. You try to let your body melt into her. “That’s it, you’re doing so well for me.” 

She starts sucking lightly on your clit again. You impulsively use your other had to grab at her hair at the feeling. The pleasure in your stomach is starting to come to a high point, you’ve never felt this before. It was all consuming. Ellie is making little groaning sounds which vibrate through your body. You can feel her start fucking you harder, her fingers hitting that spongey spot inside of you at every thrust. Your back starts to arch while the pressure in your belly grows. Nothing has ever felt like this, it's building to a point so intense you almost start to worry.

“Els, what-” You barely get your question out before blinding pleasure takes over your body. You moan out Ellie's name loudly over and over as she continues to fuck you. It moves in waves, crashing through you causing you to buck your hip into Ellie's mouth and fingers over and over. You whimper and whine each time her fingers move in and out of you. She fucks you through the whole thing until you start squirming away. 

She pulls her fingers out of you and sucks them clean. You stare in disbelief, you didn’t even know someone could do that. Your arousal was covering her lips and chin, glistening. She crawls on top of you to kiss you and you can taste yourself on her tongue. If your limbs weren’t jelly that alone would be enough to make you want to do all of that again. 

“I am so glad you chose to get high with me, you have no idea.” Ellie’s smile is contagious. It has just registered you’ve never seen it like this, laying below her, it felt right. 

“Yea let’s do that again sometime soon.” You both laugh a little. Ellie lays her head on your chest and sighs. 

“Very soon.”

[mrfandomwars]

Random Lists of TTS headcanons (mostly about Quirin and the Dark Kingdom) that I have:

Quirin became a Brotherhood member when he had a 'Home Alone' moment with Edmund and his wife because he thought they thieves (they broke in because it was raining HORRIBLY)

Quirin was in charge of the Brotherhood, in the sense that although Edmund as the King was in charge, Quirin was the one dealing with the group as a whole

There were more Brotherhood members, but they either retired, died or are simply lost in the world after the fall of the Dark Kingdom

The Brotherhood members had noble titles and pieces of land, Quirin had a BIG farming land (as the head in charge) and he used to help around before the Kingdom Fell. He used a few techniques he learned later on when he became a full time farmer (not all because different crops and different types of land)

You can find small communities from the Dark Kingdom moving around still, looking for some place to settle (and they eagerly go back to the Kingdom when Edmund starts rebuilding it)

The DK and Corona used to have a little bit of Beef because sun vs moon, that's why Quirin settling (probably with other people, lbh) there with the piece of the scroll was a good move

Corona was funded or helped fund by Demanitus

Demanitus is originally from the Dark Kingdom

Quirin was in the process of retiring when the Dark Kingdom fell

The Brotherhood all have specific face tattoos, but by the time Eugene was born they were only mandatory to use during events and things like that, hence why Quirin didn't have one, though if you wanted a permanent tattoo you could have it (hence Adira and Hector)

OR all the tattoos are temporary, Adira and Hector just have been reapplying theirs

The Great Tree used to be the border for the Dark Kingdom, hence why Hector set up shop in it

the Queen Ghost we saw was the one who helped fight against Zhan Tiri the first time around

Edmund (or at least, the Monarch that came before him) was the one who gave the Mind Trap to the Keeper, since he didn't have Any itent to use it

The place where the Mind Trap was was very Hush Hush, Cassandra only found out thanks to Zhan Tiri finding it out herself, BUT the existence of the Mind Trap was at least well known in the DK and was one of the 'cons' to joining the Brotherhood

The Mind Trap was originally meant to make sure that the Brotherhood wouldn't turn against the crown, the moonstone And to make sure that if a fight every happened, they would act in harmony. It's a 'made with good itentions, Very Bad Execution type of thing'

Eugene didn't reject his royal title from the DK, but he won't be it's King Outside of possibly becoming a temporary one until one of his and Rapunzel's kids are old enough to take over

To try and fix the plothole in season 3: people Forgot that Quirin was a Brotherhood member AND they had contacted (or at least TRIED TO) Adira and Hector at some point and they thought they weren't under Cassandra's control

Eugene grew a couple of inches between the movie and the series and that was because the two times he was healed by Rapunzel, he was healed

People either think that Cassandra was dead OR Cassandra was actually banned from Corona (and the Dark Kingdom) - she isn't getting away without consequences people

Varian had a therapist while in prison that he was forced to see, wether or not they worked or if they were a Saporian spy I haven't decided yet

The ACTUAL reason why the resistence against the Saporian was so small wasn't because of 'loyalty to the crown', it was because they had tried and it Blew on their faces and thus King Frederik and Queen Arianna aren't the only victims of memory wipe. Rapunzel doesn't know this because, well, would you admit to the rebellion to the crown?

Eugene and Lance, later on, are volunteers on Orphanages in Corona and Eugene got a LOT of funds given to them and goes to personally check to see if they are being used properly and that the kids are being taken care of well

the DK fondly call Eugene the 'fail prince' not because of anything he did but because his fighting skills are far below what the royal standard was.

I said this before but: The Queen of the Dark Kingdom trid to destroy the Moonstone, possibly because she was plagued by nightmares of what would happen in the future/of the stone hurting the Kingdom and her family

[plaindangan]

When Shuichi met kaede’s mom, the Thiccer version of kaede was all over the place with him, and who wouldn’t~ he was just so cute and twinky (and of course he had a massive wobblemeat called a male ass)

As a revenge, when meeting shuichi’s mom for the first time, Kaede has the brillant idea to dress up quite provocatively, with notably a crop top that litteraly had written on it "Your son calls me mommy too~ <3 "

Wonder what will happen~

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

"Uh, Kaede? A-are you completely sure you want to see M-m-mom in that?" Shuichi asked, finding it VERY difficult to keep his eyes from wondering about Kaede's body.

To that the pianist grinned. "Whyyyy? You think something's gonna happen?"

"Well..."

Shuichi gave a good glance about Kade's body. In addition to the pink crop top that barely covered half her tits, and left a healthy amount of underboobs exposed, and a good deal of cleavage too, Kaede was rocking a short red skirt that just barely covered up her plumped up cheeks and the pink thong she had going for her as well. It was an incredibly slutty, incredibly bold look that was bound to get any parents attention...

Which is exactly what Kaede wanted~

She could remember introducing Shuichi to Harmony as if it was yesterday, He wasn't even dressed provocatively. He was still rocking the same all black uniform and hat he typically wore!

The problem here was that Harmony was the sort that didn't necessarily care whether a cute boy was wearing a speedo or knight armor. If she liked you, chances are she was finding some ways to get her hands all over you.

Which is exactly what happened to Shuichi, with the poor boy being glomped into Harmony's mega MILFy boobs, while the mother of Kaede continuously kissed his forehead and hands felt him up all over. Especially, yes, in his incredibly wobbly, caked up, boy butt which Kaede couldn't help but feel incredibly jealous for....

Hence, her current scheme!!! If dressing plainly was what allowed Shuichi to get that kinda treatment from her MILF...then maybe going the extra mile for Shuko might give Kaede similar treatment too!!!

A stretch, yeah, but she had to test it out.

Hence, why she walked up to Shuko's door and knocked confidently on it. As the door creaked open, Kaede began to wave. "Hiiii, my name is Kaede Akamats--!!!" Shuko didn't even let her finish. She quickly grabbed both Kaede and Shuichi rushed them inside, locking the door behind her and closing the curtains out front to. Right before turning on her heels to glare at both.

Oh God, did she somehow manage to piss off Shuichi's Mom?!! Kaede watched as analytical eyes studied her from head to toe, before Shuko sternly glanced at Shuichi.

"Son!!! This is...why didn't you tell me you were dating someone like this?!!" Shuko said in an incredulously, demanding tone, something that had Kaede leap to her boyfriend's defense. Wanting MILFy fondling is one thing, but letting him get yelled at was another.

"W-w-wait, this was my idea!! I-!!"

"Quiet, young lady!! Talking to my son here!!" With a dominant tone echoing throughout the house, Shuko shut down Kaede as she glared down at Shuichi who could only gulp and look guilty.

"Why the Hell...didn't you tell me you were bringing a total knockout here!!!!! I didn't get time to prep!!!!"

...

"Huh?"

"Eh?"

Both boy and girl looked positively confused...but they both got the picture when Shuko kept them downstairs for a good good half hour before bringing them up.

-

Well, Kaede couldn't say she disliked this attention!

On one end, she was stripped naked, riding upon Shuichi's thick pole without a little care in the world for how anyone could have seen her in the moment. His hips thrusting into her with fervor and passion only he could bring that helped charmed Kaede into being with him!~

On the other end, you had his MILF of a mother, also stripped naked and pounding Kaede's bubble butt from behind with a strap-on. Not to mention both fondling her boobs and giving her a mind numbing kiss (soon after her son was done staking his claim, of course~)

"I-" Smoooooooch!! "I just need to!!!" Smoooooooch! "Test, yeah test!!" Mwaaaaaah~ "Test the absolute baddest bitch my son brought home!! Fuckin' Hell, Shuichi you have great taste, sweetie!" Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! Mwaaaaaaaaah~ "A-after this is over, we're switching!! Got it honey?!!! Don't blow all your load, just yet!! Got it?!!!! Pay attention to how Mommy is pleasuring your sweetheart so you can do the exact same thing!!!"

"Okay, o-o-okaaaaaay, okaaaaaaaaaaay~" he moaned, barely able to listen as his dick continued to ravage the inside of Kaede's pussy, completely lost to it and the steamy scene in front of him.

As for Kaede? Well, she got her wish...aaaaaand it just so happened her wish fried her own brain in the best threesome she ever had!!! You can bet that the moment she could form a coherent thought, she was scheduling something like this with Shuko again in the future

[earthflaxmachina]

The Metahistory of David and Aurèle

Requested by an instagram user.

They're only from 2022 but they have a funny contextual origin lol. once again I wont be including every single image of them cuz most of them are on derekdemetripoo.

Edit: I was going to title this a "Brief" metahistory but it's actually almost as long as Paz's so it's not so brief actually.

HONOURABLE MENTION 1 - LIFE: 5th August 2021

Figure 1. Death and Life | Figure 2. Death and Life bio, both 5/8/21

This has no relation to David or Aurele per se, but it should be mentioned the similar themes of opposites and yin and yang. Plus none of this is on derekdemetripoo so I might as well archive it. This was after Devil's Adequate era during early office era. Death had a sibling that was supposed to contrast with him. Hence, Life. I mostly wanted to do something with the reflected wound infliction trope. Later on she would become Devil.

HONOURABLE MENTION 2 - DEVIL: 4th September 2021

Figure 3. Devil first appearance (4/9/21) | Figure 4. Death and Devil (5th September 2021)

I reconceptualized Life to be a bigger contrast, hence the dark grey skin opposed to Death's light gray skin. Also: red vs blue. Still twins by now. More Devil art:

Figure 5. Death and Devil bio (8/9/21) | Figure 6. Death and Devil smoking lead (9/9/21) | Figure 7. Death and Devil commenting on Harlow's picture (13/9/21)

Figure 8. Devil reading (29/9/21) | Figure 9. Genderbend Devil (20/1/22) | Figure 10. Devil's origin (20/1/22)

In Figure 6, they're meant to be sitting on something, but nothing's there so it looks weird. Also they were aroace (see: the flag), but now I don't think much on Derek's (Death) sexuality. The girl with the crop-top in Figure 7 was originally an adopt named Kehlani, but I don't have much use for her anymore so I'm trying to resell her on toyhouse.

Figure 9, as bad as it looks, Death is supposed to be in shock. Even though Death has the ability to shapeshift, he probably didn't do it as much or to the same degree that Devil did. As implied by Figure 10 (a rewrite of Devil's origins), Devil has a bit of an identity problem because he wasn't born as his own person, but rather a clone of Death, so he probably shapeshifted pretty liberally to make up for his lack of individuality. Pretty interesting concept, too bad it's not canon anymore. By Figure 9, we had already made it into early TBOD development. This would be the end of Devil. The only relevance he bears now is his shared tail shape with Aurele.

AURELE'S CONCEPTION: 11th September 2022 (hashtag never forget)

Figure 11. What would eventually become the basis of the au (11/9/22)

Almost exactly 2 years ago I drew this doodle of Aarum with short hair. The idea was to draw him and Derek with swapped hairstyles (Aarum short and Derek long) but I gave up on Derek because he looks ugly w long hair. This was also supposed to be a roleswap au, so that's why Aarum has a weird choker instead of his scar. In the end since I gave up on drawing swapped Derek it just looks like Aarum wearing a choker, which is ooc. lol

AURELE'S CREATION: 19th October 2022

Figure 12. Aurele's first ref (19/10/22)

So this was when I decided to actually start cooking up the swap au. You can tell at this time Aurele was more like Aarum instead of a separate identity. The part about emotions doesn't really make sense because if he were what Derek is, he wouldn't have any to begin with, but maybe he chose to turn them on.

The pet panther thing does carry on to modern Aurele. Here is name is "Aurélien" and it was later that I gave him the nickname Aurele for short. Whether or not his name is still Aurélien I don't really care, I'm gonna keep calling him Aurele.

DAVID'S CREATION: 20th October 2022 (my birthday!!!!)

Figure 13. David's first concept | Figure 14. David's first bio, both 20/10/22

On my 17th birthday, I created David!!!! So he shares his conceptual birthday with me, but his canonical one with Derek. To this day I still love the David I drew with his bio, it's so insanely sexy even though it was the first time I'd properly drawn him. Very proud of that. He has never looked as good I'm afraid.

Now the swap au was complete. Back then I gave David the same surname was Derek because they're the same, duh. I later changed it to Demos to separate them as different characters. Since this was an au there was no kind of canon within it, whatever I happened to draw of it had little relevance or weight. Also, the infamous gay sex angst:

Figure 15. First sex on main (14th November 2022)

I still chuckle about how serious I was when I posted this. Needless to say it's not canon at all. It honestly reads better as David x Aarum than David and Aurele.

AURELE REBRAND: 10th December 2022

Figure 16. Aurele redesign (10/12/22) | Figure 17. Aurele and Derek (14/12/22)

Now came the era of true Aurele. He was no longer an Aarum copy but his own, chaotic person. Ultimately this is a way more interesting take on the swap au because if you had that much power you'd turn out different too. Also taking into account the sheer lack of social interaction that comes with it, making him more dense than Aarum is.

Figure 18. Derek and Aurele again (11th March 2023)

From time to time I would draw Derek and Aurele together as a funny hypothetical situation. It was never canon.

SIDEBAR: DAVID'S INTERESTS PT 1

Figure 19. David and The Muppets (1/02/23)

It was around this time that I got hyperfixated on The Muppets so I made it one of David's interests. Weirdly enough, he had the kermit tie when I first drew him (before my Muppets fixation), so that interest was already there, but it was an arbitrary decision. I only amplified it after it became a hyperfixation. By the way, I have his tie irl. I don't have that exact watch, but a close one. I hid it somewhere in my room because the ticking was driving me insane, I think it's still somewhere there.

THE WHITE HOLE THEORY: 27th November 2023 onwards

Figure 20. First concept of the White Hole theory (27/11/23)

The caption on the original instagram post:

"essentially this theory suggests dereks universe was actually created by aurele destroying his (inspired by an existing take on the big bang) bc he wanted to give david all his power to see what he could do w it. which was basically a reset but w david (now derek) in power and having forgotten everything. aurele was still sprinkled around in the new universe, thats what aarum is. he is as much aurele as derek is david. which is to say, sort of, in essence!. so yeas. i guess u could say. love endures 😊❤️! i also like this theory bc it implies derek isnt alone in that aurele was like him before the restart. but they cant ever meet in their true /essences/. only with one being sort of a reincarnation of themself this isnt to say both universes are exactly the same, bc theyre not. for one, derek's universe is actually a multiverse. bc derek created the multiverse (youll see why in the book), whereas aureles was just one this is not canon lol im just having fun, call it dubiously canon...."

That's about it. It basically still holds up to modern development. Now there was some weight to this au, in that it might not even be an au! it might be the u! but before the u even existed. Fun!

Figure 21. Aurele painting (26/8/24)

DAVID LORE UPDATE: 4th June 2024

Figure 22. David facts (4/6/24)

Felt it was somewhat relevant to include this. A bit more about David's origins however his birth year here is 1935 instead of 1937, so he would've been 34 when he died. Maybe it was a mistake, or maybe it was a lore change. Not sure. I think I like 32 better.

SIDEBAR: DAVID'S INTERESTS PART 2

Figure 23. David and Aarum (15th May 2024) | Figure 24. First appearance of David's art (11th August 2024)

I had already been entertaining the idea of David being interested in animation (like me~~~~) and I eventually made it canon (Figure 23). From that interest, he'd also know how to draw and maybe even animate (Figure 24), his art style was inspired by Hanna-Barbera cartoons & The Beatles cartoon, both of which were around when he was alive.

From Figure 24, I began to think of another plot point in David's afterlife, from the patreon:

"if u didnt catch the august request dump, davids fake imaginary girlfriend is charlotte and i think after he died aurele would offer to make her real but it wouldnt work out bc of the ethical concerns."

Figure 25. David and Charlotte (22/8/24)

Everything after December 2023 is pretty streamline, so there's no need to really talk about those individually. There is actually a bit of plot in David & Aurele's life, but I never wrote it or drew it or even talked about it. I just thunk it. I will probably get into that in the future. Now I'm really sleepy after writing all this.

Figure 26. David and Aurele by David (21/8/24)

Hope you enjoyed, goodbye.

[andreabandrea]

the 'stay at home girlfriend' tiktok thing makes me so mad because people are right to be upset about how working sucks and you cant afford anything anymore and the 'minimum wage' is a starvation wage so why do anything at all, but they wrongly frame it as a gender issue rather than realizing that work sucks for everyone, and we can fix it instead of going back to relying on men for everything. no fault divorce, women being able to have their own bank accounts, women being able to own their own apartments and homes, etc-- these things are still new and were fought for by feminists, and people who grew up with them dont realize how lucky they are to have them. i would have thought that the repeal of roe v wade would have opened peoples eyes to how easily all our progress can be taken away and how conservatives will stop at nothing to do so. and i feel like people who think being a trad housewife is awesome have never spoken to an older woman in their lives.

it completely undervalues the amount of work that homemakers actually do, and glamorizes the lifestyle severely, also. i mean, god. reading "My Mother Never Worked" by Bonnie Smith-Yackel (if you take away nothing else from my post, read this) changed me forever, and i remember getting so upset hearing comedians like ali wong framing being a housewife = sitting around watching TV all day. being a homemaker is grueling, unappreciated work. you will cook, you will clean, you will have children and care for your family, you will tend to the house, if you are living out your cottagecore fantasy, you will spend hours of utterly backbreaking work taking care of crops and animals (they dont show the hours shoveling shit out of hay in stardew valley), and most of all, you will take care of your dipshit husband who hates you but who you rely on for everything. and if you're just a stay at home "girlfriend" doing all this, you have nothing like alimony for the time you weren't technically employed when you get dumped by your idiot nazi boyfriend like you would if you were legally married.

when things look hopeless, look to those who are actually taking action instead of letting yourself give up. hope is a skill. look at all the companies that unionized last year. i'm not going to end this rant by making a holier-than-thou list of things you can and should be doing, i know how hard it is to just survive in the modern day-- but at the bare minimum, don't let this dangerous alt-right-but-#girlboss rhetoric spread.

i am however going to end this by saying that these people are also technically right that they shouldn't have to work at all (hence wishing to be a housewife, even if thats misguided)-- i would redirect them by telling them about instead of making it a gender thing, this is a dream that a lot of people have had, and we shouldn't let employers change the conversation. this dream's not even that far in the rearview mirror in the USA. within the past ~50 years, it wasn't uncommonly thought that automation and machines would take over all basic manual labor and people would eventually have to work fewer and fewer hours, and eventually not at all-- but now, people worry about a robot stealing their job. i'm not going to go into all the steps that would be needed to make this possible (UBI, universal healthcare rather than healthcare tied to employment ...), but i feel like just reminding people of this conversation is powerful. don't let employers control the conversation.

[stormblessed95]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CnZwezSBscy/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

why it looks better when I'm watching his focus version but in whole video taeyang did it way more better ? Im a Jimin biased but taeyang had my attention in that choreo video. In RUN BTS tiktok too he didn't danced well while yoongi did extremely well than jimin.

I'm not saying this as a dig or to be shady at you. (Although your message itself comes off pretty damn shady to JM, but whatever) I think that the problem is you have shallow focus. Idk how else to say it, since that's more a photography term but idk how to say it any other way. I'm not calling you shallow at all. I just mean that, you have a hard time paying full attention unless what you are watching is in the foreground. Everything else lowkey kinda blurs to you. It's the ONLY way I think you'd be saying this. Because OBJECTIVELY that's just simply not true. You can subjectively say that you preferred watching Taeyang or Suga dance, and that would be fine, but you cannot objectively state that they "did it way more better" than Jimin.

In both videos, Jimin was the better dancer technically with the moves, with the beat and with his dance lines, which were perfect 100% of the time, as always. And while I don't care about Taeyang either way, I am also Yoongi biased. He is an incredible dancer. I love watching him dance, he is amazing at it. Jimin is also Still a better dancer. In fact. I remember watching both the MV and the choreo tiktok and thinking it was almost a disservice to Taeyang to have to dance next to Jimin, because Jimins dancing is unmatchable most 98% of any other idols out there. I would've loved to see this choreo done with Taemin honestly. He probably would've been able to match Jimin WELL.

So again, by dismissing the FACT that Jimin performed both choreos in both videos on a technical scale, better.... the only thing left for me to assume here is that.... unless the person you are Watching is front and center in the video, you have a hard time focusing on them. Hence why the dance looked amazing to YOU when it was cropped to just Jimin. But when it was zoomed out, your focus then went to the dancer who was in front and then you wondered why you weren't as blown away by Jimin anymore. I can only assume it's because you weren't fully watching JIMIN at those times.

Sorry anon! You are free to disagree though and keep your opinions as they are. But that's all it is, an opinion. Hope you have a good day

[skaylanphear]

Final Fantasy VIII: Reclamation

Summary: Squall Leonhart has known only one thing all his life—that he was born and raised to be a SeeD. But being an elite mercenary is no easy task. Having grown up sheltered beneath Balamb Garden’s ring, he soon finds himself scrambling to stay alive after his first real mission thrusts him and his teammates onto the political stage in a bad way. Forced to head out into the dangerous, unforgiving wilds or face execution, they find themselves unraveling the ancient mysteries of their world, all while another sorceress war looms on the horizon. Haunted by strange, unexplainable dreams about a man he doesn’t know, and bound to the might of the crystals by abilities he can’t explain, Squall finds himself walking blindly into an uncertain future, even as he’s assured that “fate” guides his every step.

Yet, as circumstances grow murkier, Squall can’t help feeling that everyone else knows more about everything—including himself—than he does, and that he’s nothing more than a pawn in a game he doesn’t know how to play.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Birds of a Feather

With little time to clean up before homeroom started, Squall scrubbed down only his cropped leather jacket and his black harness boots, once he'd arrived at his dorm room. He also exchanged his v-neck for another and his jeans for a pair of black pants. It took a bit longer to scrub the mud and blood from the fur collar that lined his jacket, but, thankfully, it was back to its normal silver-white once he'd finished.

Lastly, he went to the communal bathroom and, relieved he was mostly alone (he was cutting it rather close to the time homeroom started, thus no one was around), he leaned in over one of the sinks and, glaring into the mirror, poked at the bandage still stuck between his eyes.

There was no way he could keep it on during his field review—it hindered his vision.

Supposing there was nothing for it, Squall pushed his shaggy hair out of the way and, careful not to tug too harshly and cause himself to start bleeding, peeled the bandage away. Doing so did, admittedly, sting, the new scar throbbing as it was revealed to the open air.

It… didn't look great. Stretching diagonally from above his right brow and down between his eyes, it ended about halfway down his nose on the left side. With it being so fresh, it was swollen and red, the skin around the main mark puffy and discolored. Dr. Kadowaki had clearly used skin glue to try and seal it closed, hence why it felt so tight, but the shiny adhesive only made the cut all the more pronounced.

Leave it to Seifer to choose his face for such an attack and not literally any other part of his body. Oh well—not like he had a slew of beauty pageants lined up.

Glad it at least wasn't bleeding, Squall left it alone and headed out for homeroom. He only had ten minutes to get there, and so ended up sprinting across campus to the central building. Once inside, he jogged for the elevator situated at the center of the main floor and managed to slide inside with a group of students as the doors closed.

They were young cadets, some of them in uniform, some not, and they all fell quiet as a result of his presence. Staring up at him, one of them motioned between their eyes and whispered, while another audibly muttered, "I know him—he's that scary gunbade guy from the weapons presentation at the beginning of the year."

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[thestupidhelmet]

More That ‘90 Show Ponderings

We don’t truly get the inner life of most of the characters. Hence, the hollowness and emotional disconnection I feel while I watched it.

Why isn’t Leia’s life awesome in Chicago? Beyond the fact she’s on the debate team and “not cool”. That’s superficial. Why does she have trouble socializing with kids at school? Does she suffer from social anxiety, or did she end up with a crop of kids in her class who simply aren’t compatible with her (it happens) -- or both?

Do her parents control her day-to-day too much for her to feel the freedom she finally gets when she’s away from them for two months?

Why is Jay a “man-whore”? We know exactly who is parents are. Why would Jackie allow her son to be raised with the Kelso mindset about women? She wouldn’t. Then again, she wouldn’t have married Kelso three times. Still, if Jay does have a deeper core than Kelso, what emptiness is he trying fill by treating girls (pre-Leia) the way he does?

Kelso has six siblings. His parents barely pay him much attention. His sense of entitlement, narcissism, and possessiveness stem from childhood wounding. T7S provides enough details through his actions and dialogue about him and his life that we can understand his inner life.

Gwen and Nate fair better than the other kids in T9S. Because their mother, Sherri, is the Formans’ neighbor and becomes quite involved with Red in particular, we understand her, which helps us understand Nate and Gwen. Also, the one episode where we learn about Gwen and Nate’s fathers and their general absence in their kids’ lives lets us into Gwen and Nate’s psychology.

But why is Gwen an outcast at school? Perhaps because she’s biracial and has a white brother and the kids at her school are narrow-minded idiots. She likes making people uncomfortable, as she states in “That ‘90s Pilot,” and it’s not hard to guess why: it’s a self-protection mechanism.

Nate, though ... why is he a Kelso without being a Kelso? Why is that part of his personality? He displays a sensitivity and an awareness of other people, and he’s monogamous and committed to Nikki despite his sexist and gross boys-will-be-boys bullshit with Jay.

Oz. He’s mostly the punchline-giver and observer of the group. Why does he care about his friends, and why do they care about him? Why are they connected? We see him interact with his friends, but that’s not the same as bonding.

Fez on T7S has the same issue with Eric. We never get any background or foreground of their bond. They interact. We know Fez cares a lot about Eric, but we’re never shown why. But we do see Fez bond with Hyde, Kelso, Jackie, and Donna (to a lesser extent) in significant ways.

Red and Kitty are mostly exceptions to the superficiality that runs through That ‘90s Show. Partly, that’s from us having two-hundred episodes of That ‘70s Show where they feature prominently.

Eric, too, and his relationship with Leia. That part might be the best written of the series so far (except for how hard the show leans into the Star Wars jokes).

The fact That ‘90s Show has only ten episodes doesn’t help, but the writing is the main issue. Within the first ten episodes of That ‘70s Show, we understand Red, Kitty, Bob, Midge, Eric, Donna, Kelso, Fez, Jackie, and Hyde (pre-”Prom Night” [1x19] version) and their relationship dynamics on a deep enough level that the episodes that follow build on what’s already established. That ‘90s Show mostly fails in this regard.

To quote Deanna Troi from Star Trek: The Next Generation, episode “The Loss” (4x10) when she loses her empathic abilities: “I look around me, and all I see are surfaces without depth. Colorless. Hollow. Nothing seems real.”

[moonfurthetemmie]

Theater Kid AU Refs

Everything conspired to get this to Not Happen Tonight (nap, dinner, tumblr glitching and deleting have the pictures, a 5 minute trip for chocolate becoming 10 because we went to the wrong fucking place), but BY GOD these nerds are getting sent out into the wild.

Notes, mainly for my own reference:

there's a few tidbits here and there that I forgot to include in the main doc, but mmmost of the changes have been added to that.

There have been a few pose/prop/expression changes from the doc, but it's like. "i needed to fix that awful expression but I had to update it from the old face system to the new one." "GOD that pose isn't right for him lets fix that" "man that looks awkward lets adjust it". etc

Lear

Any good thespian knows the importance of props. Hence why Lear always makes sure to carry a dagger with him. He can’t fly, but he does have lightning magic and his aura tends to calm people down. That would seem counter-productive, but it’s absolutely terrifying that the man who (allegedly) wants to bring a reign of terror over the whole multiverse has a calming presence

Puck

Puck's ‘costume’ isn’t so much of a costume as it is just a disguise, to blend in with a crowd, but the rest of his wardrobe is pretty chaotic. Lots of crop tops, though. Lots and lots. Feat. the vine tattoos that I was too lazy to show off in the doc :(

I also changed the pose in his costume ref. it used to be the same as the casual one. i think he deserves a little smoke bomb though. as a treat

Elphaba

Most of her makeup is just exaggerating her face markings. She decided having her hair in a bun would work well for the ‘sorceress’ thing, and tried to grow it out, but absolutely hated having her hair at that length. So she got a wig instead. She did bleach the ends of the wig’s hair, but since it wasn’t her real hair she didn’t worry too much about potentially frying it. It would’ve made the look cooler, anyways. She’s a much more chill person when she’s not in-character.

Mars

Mars’ swords are his, but Lear and Puck got him his costume. He’s never asked, but he’s like 99% sure those two made his costume themselves, because there’s no way they just found armor that matched his swords so well.

Dolus

Dolus and Bugs both decided that wearing colors outside of their usual vibe would be an effective way to obscure their identities. There's a few things still there in both their costumes and their normal outfits (Bugs’ red scarf/shawl translating into red accents in her costume; Dolus’ leather jacker into a more combat-ready leather jacket), but they're such small details that you wouldn't know to look for them. Also Wig

Bugs

Bugs made most of her costume herself. She's very proud of it, she just wishes that she could use it for something other than terrorizing the multiverse for a couple of insane theater kids.

I was just going to have her braid her hair for her costume, but I realized wild colors would be sick, so she also has a wig.

Remy

he is watching Lear and Puck be dramatic little shits <3 

Don’t really have much else to say about him. Simply He

Jekyll

Jekyll often pulls out "Ohhhh fine i guess you know better, it's not like I'm the doctor you hired to be here or anything" in the most like. melodramatic, over-the-top 'woe is me! Unappreciated!!!' voice ever because Lear won't fucking let him treat him. He doesn't really care about being appreciated he just needs to shame Lear into doing as the doctor says. It worked great at first. Then it stopped working and Jekyll started lecturing him about how Lear needs to get over himself and let the fucking doctor he kidnapped hired do his job. Now the drama works better because Lear, shockingly, doesn't like getting lectured!

Icarus

"Why is Icarus dressed like a medieval peasant" he'd like to know that too. who the hell was in charge of getting him extra clothes. they didn't even give him peasant shoes to go with it they're just slip on sneakers from fucking Walmart.

it was Lear btw. He was like 'well he's going to stay in the weird medieval dungeon that the manor for some reason has. he might as well look like a medieval peasant'

Nyx

He did an oopsies (he probably pissed off Puck and is getting lectured)

Erebus

The theater kids are being theater kids and also a little more concerningly unhinged than usual.

BONUS

CORRUPT LEAR

This was actually the first design I made for him, before we decided that he should be a radiant. i struggled to make him shiny and golden but if he stayed in his purple he'd look WRONG

also i didn't bother fixing his face since he's not officially Like This

[kanguin]

Just putting this out there, but in (US) American English, "American" specifically refers to the US. To Americans and many nations in Europe and elsewhere, there are 7 continents, where North America and South America are considered completely separate regions that are rarely if ever grouped together. So "American" as a demonym is NEVER used in American English to mean anything other than the USA. Everything is either "North American", "South American", or occasionally "Central American" if discussing cultures/countries at the boundary between the two, so "USAmerican" feels redundant and annoying to people from the United States. Hence the backlash (though calling it a slur is just braindead).

To my knowledge, many Latin American countries view the world as instead having 6 continents, where North and South America is just "America" or some translation thereof. That's why there's this conflict, there is a cultural disagreement on what these terms mean. If you think Canada and Argentina occupy the same continent, then "American" is unhelpfully unspecific, or even arrogant sounding. But if you think the border between Panama and Colombia is the boundary between two geographic continents, then "American" is unused as a term and thus free to be used to refer to people from the USA. It's all a matter of cultural definitions and perspective.

I want to be clear, I don't presume one way or another whether OP knows or doesn't know anything I just said. For all I know I could be saying things they already know, don't care about, and/or disagree with. But I have seen this argument crop up a lot on my dash, so I just thought I'd elaborate for anyone confused by one side or the other of this disagreement.

Also bonus things but Yankee is actually a specific demonym here. It's someone from the northeast, a region we call New England. So it doesn't just mean anyone from the USA. Still stupid to get mad about it when someone not from the US calls you that though.

Obsessed with people being like "calling united staters gringos, usamericans or yankis is as good as saying a racial slur" bro this is all happening because you never chose your own demonym??? like wtf is "american" there's at least 35 counties that are american.

[kapanbenernya]

The State of This Account -- and What to Expect in the Future

Hey, it's been about a week since I last posted anything in this account. And it's been around 6 months since I posted the Back 4 Blood review. So yeah, you can say I'm not very active on tumblr. I mean not like it's a problem.

In a much, much older post, I have already said that I will only write as a creative outlet. To express and communicate things that I am unsure that my friends or families are as interested as I am. And most importantly, to have fun in doing so. And that's why I don't make publishing quotas and I don't wear myself out if I don't write anything at all.

That being said, I feel like writing right now. And I feel like writing about this very account.

I started this account to express myself on my opinions about video games. Hence why the earliest posts are about reviewing games. But now that I'm older and stuck with a career, I find myself having a little less interest in video games. It could be because of the dwindling amount of free time that I am currently experiencing; and how I'd rather use that precious time to do things that feel more "productive".

I mean it's not like I've completely stopped playing games. I still do. The games I frequent right now is Honkai: Star Rail, ZZZ, Counter Strike 2, and the reigning champion: Fate/Grand Order. The weebs among you might notice and question that three of those lineups are gacha games, and they are notorious as major time sinks. And from that, you might be able to point out the discrepancy of someone who claims to have a deficit of free time wasting those on not one, but THREE gacha games at once.

And you know what? I have no rebuttal. I am guilty as charged. But, I hope that I can explain--not defend-- the reason that those three games are what I pick as my games. I know that I have promised this in an older post, but I will try my hardest to actually keep it this time.

As for Counter Strike 2? My friends played it. Enough said. Currently we are a group of five. And let me tell you, there's not a lot of games that can support 5 player co-op; let alone ones that we are interested in. We played 4-players coop like B4B and L4D before, but there's always one guy that end up being just an audience and we didn't like that. Plus CS2 is "free" if you already owned the previous iteration, which is CS:GO, so no problem with money.

And with the topic of CS2, I must talk about the other outcome of playing it: I started making videos.

"Oh shit that's me"

Started because I have to crop a flashbang fail to my friend and here we are: 9 videos in a series. Mostly just SovietWomble's bullshittery series clones but not as good. As you can see, there's hardly any subscribers but I don't mind. As long as my friends are still laughing, I will continue to make them. Or at least, until I get bored.

Right, so what is there to expect from this account the future?

Nothing has changed, it'll still be random topics that interest me. Don't expect a fixed schedule or anything because I'll only pop in here when the inspiration strikes. Could be a few days from now, a few months, probably never. Who cares? I do. And I mostly care about my own comfort above all else. So stay tuned, and I hope the things that piqued my interest may inspire you the way it did to me.

25/8/2024

[dreamerwriternstargazer]

Okay so I’ve been going through mental hell the entire day

I fell asleep after getting home because I just

Wasn’t capable of watching something yet

Since waking up I’ve prayed and managed to eat Iftar and then prayed Magrib

And since then I have been stuck sitting on my bed and I think maybe I need to vent this out

Tw: PTSD symptoms/trauma and mental health discussion

Okay!

So this is what I mean when I say PTSD is a physical disability (and this is my experience it’s probably mixed somewhat with whatever other issues I have)

No sleep! Lack of sleep!

Mental noise

(Wait it gets worse)

Flashbacks to traumatic events

Can’t stand or walk

Can’t breathe (I’m literally having to remind myself right now every 20 seconds to BREATHE)

Throwing up

Cold symptoms! Yes you can work your entire body into a faux fever doing this! Currently I’m shivering shaking and rocking while it feels like my veins are turning into fire

Headaches

Can’t think due to mental noise - hence can’t function

I’ve attempted to eat but that has a 50/50 chance of coming back up as I mentioned before and typically you lose your appetite anyway!

A LOT of crying (only I am such a repressed person I get an overdose of the other symptoms and no crying)

Hallucinations!

Extreme exhaustion (read: nap earlier)

How are these disabling? In case you haven’t figured it out

You can’t do ANYTHING while dealing with the slew of symptoms here and these can crop up on their own unprompted by environment! I cannot stand breathe or walk, I can’t socialise so I can’t seek help! I can’t go to friends and ask for help! I can’t work! I can’t study! Clean! Can’t take care of my house and space! I can’t speak (somehow I’m managing to write this purely because it’s venting and also text is easier but it’s a lot like screaming inside your own head) I cannot do basic acts of self care all I can do

Is lie here

And scream inside my head :D

I could scream outside of it, the house is empty except for me, but pfft did I mention the repression?

Okay so why am I making this post?

Because I went 22 years before seeing a therapist and have them confirm what I was too polite and repressed to check which is whether I have ptsd or not

I can’t give you a formal diagnosis, hell even my therapist can’t give me one, that comes from a psychiatrist which can mean going through hell and high water

I’m telling you this so that you can know 1. You don’t need a formal diagnosis to get help and 2. If you fit all of these categories and have these symptoms and you DON’T have PTSD, you have some other mental disability?

Screw it it’s still a disability which means you’re still suffering which means you deserve to know YES THAT IS A BROKEN SOMETHING YOU’RE WALKING ON AND YES YOU SHOULD BE SCREAMING SHOUTING AND KICKING IT’S COMPLETELY OKAY AND NORMAL TO RESPOND TO PAIN THAT WAY

You are disabled

Give yourself a break

And I’m writing this for myself a little bit but I’m a stubborn idiot so I don’t listen but I’m hoping if Future Me sees this she remembers it for a future meltdown.

Anyway

If you’re feeling like this if you have any of these symptoms I’m really sorry and here’s a list of things that sort of could possibly help:

Focusing on breathing (in for 6 secs, hold for 7, out for 8)

If you can move, change into your cosiest clothes immediately and get into bed.

Turn on something you love to watch. You don’t need to watch it it just needs to be on, replace the mental noise

Have art or images to look at to help relax, save them for days like this

Huddle up in your bed. Don’t touch the phone, scrolling can only numb or distract but it can’t help you move through the pain

I personally have some physical habits? I don’t know if this works for everyone but I drum my fingers on my temples or I lightly knock on my temples, both sides, while rocking

If you have a stim or some physical habit that soothes, go for it

Try to avoid active self harm, passive (not eating or caring for yourself) is not good but it’s not horrible, you can self care after you reach the other side of the war zone.

Have a code word to text to a trusted friend or family member so they know without much explanation that you are sick (because you are! You are very very sick and it’s amazing you’re still standing and I’m super proud of you for staying alive!)

Remember the self harm tip? If you’re in a way worse position and considering something worse, self harm is fine as suicide prevention. This is a weird and risky thing to say but while it’s not a good coping mechanism and last resort, it is still one and it’s better than ending everything. Please try to exhaust every option before reaching this one

Call in sick. No really, call in sick this is worse than a cold, your own brain is turning against you. If you don’t have the privilege of calling in sick as I so often don’t, make sure someone you trust knows how sick you are (either at work or outside of it) to support you and help you through your day

If you live with family then they take on what you can’t. Cooking, cleaning, if you trust them enough then ask them to take care of you too

Hallucinations? Play something grounding, sleep with the lights on or keep all the lights on, have someone you trust with you (online, irl, family or friend) to ground you. Think Peeta in The Hunger Games, you need your Katniss and Finnick to tell you “real or not real”.

Yes it is horrible and yes some of this can feel humiliating and scary especially being so vulnerable and needing so much help, that’s the sucky part of the disability thing, it’s chronic it’s continuous and I’m sorry babes but we’ve just gotta deal with it and you WILL survive this I promise it’s just gonna hurt a hell of a lot first

[gragooshka]

rant/get to know me

maybe this is the delusion talking ( and its only delusion if i wanna claim and call it that) but i have so many good things to talk about. and i've been building a pretty good platform for the past two (?) ish years. but i'm only at 5k. the main videos that have gone viral in the past are the ones where i'm joking around or dancing, that do really good. the "odd" one were i talk about autism and how genetically we still carry those fears from the constant subjection to being in survival mode in the conditions we were in. from running away when we laugh because cracka masta did not like it when we did anything other than work and pick varying crops. to the way black autizzies mask our stimming or otherness to be under the radar of violence. of course not all of us had that privilege to do so as autism is a spectrum and no two autisics are the same.

my "new" dilemma is how i want to reach more people with my messages. maybe i come off to agressive/abrasive or i just curse too much (or i could just be really fucking annoying that's why my video's don't get pushed) . but i want to make myself more palatable for the tiktok algorithim but, that's the thing. making myself palatable just to get more views seem ingenuious to me, beacuse at the end of the day that will be a character of myself and just the idea of that has always been upsetting to me, hence why i haven't gone down that path yet. and maybe tiktok isn't the place for me. its no secret that tiktok has been supressing and even pushing black publishers videos so they are on white supremacists pages . so ig this will be an introduction. my name is chikondi chisomo avero. i'm 20 and have been consistanly posting on tiktok since 2021 offically. i am not perfect as no one is, and i will always try to be self accountable even if i'm not happy about it. i consisder myself spiritual and think no one religion should be "supreme" over any others, for all come from the higher source that we all come from.

governments should be dismantled and esp the ones that have been set in place by one who could not care less if the people of this world were to die tommorow. my mission is to tell people that you don't have to care what other people think, do, or say unless if effects the collective at large.

black people can be racist and even white supremist beacsue anybody irregardless or race can enforce white supremacy.

homophobia in religion is about othering. "oh i don't like men, so you lusting after men is wronf a disgusting" that is THE stupidest shit i have ever heard in my goddamn life.

women need to be in more postions of power but beacuse patriarchy/misogynism being rooted in white supremacy, women are gonna have to fight harder. and to do that we need to do more community widde efforts that are women/queer based- covens if may.

the government is using seriously ancient spiritual means to secure he places that they get to when also using mass forces of violence. ie: the cia's various experiements and projects

i think those are all my controversial opinions that tt doesn't like me for idk.