#Lost Control

[thepinkaccount]

[wastedlychee]

Spent today playing as Marie in Skullgirls and ABA in GGST, they are both extremely fun yet tricky asf. Potential is great with.

Anyways Black Dahlia and Johnny are fucking sick

[jonsieedgygirl]

Day 13 to 16 - Digital, Alien, Lost Control and Grim Reaper

Since I haven’t done 17-31 yet but sill but I am working on that with the cringetober thing. Hopefully I am not failing this challenge. 🤞

[bridgyrose]

Can I request an angst prompt where Yang goes into a blind rage at Neo after realizing what she did to Ruby (Volume 9 chapter 8)?

(A finger on the monkey paw curls)

Yang practically froze in place as she started between the vines that grew where Ruby had been and where Neo sat motionless as the manor falling apart around her. Her eyes went red as she finally locked her eyes onto Neo, taking a step forward and slamming her fists together as she activated her semblance. Everything was wrong and she still didnt believe that it was really Ruby in front of her, but deep down, she knew that was the case. She took a second step forward, nearly slamming her foot down as another piece of the manor fell and shattered in front of her, stopping only when she felt Blake’s hand on her arm. 

“Yang, we need to get out of here,” Blake said with worry in her voice. “I know you’re angry, but we dont know what Neo is capable of and-” 

“Not until I make her pay for what she did to Ruby.” Yang’s voice was almost not her own as she took another step forward, blinded by the rage she felt. “I cant let her get away with this.” 

“And hurting Neo isnt going to bring Ruby back! Besides, the cat told us nothing dies here. Ruby will come back-” 

“And what if they lied to us?! They already lied to us once, what makes you think that anything they told us is the truth?” 

“And hurting Neo will do what, exactly? It wont bring Ruby back, it wont fix anything that happened, all it’ll do is make you like him.” 

Yang froze for a moment at Blake’s words. This was different. This wasnt getting revenge for a misdeed to herself, it was in vengeance towards her sister. Towards someone that had gotten hurt that shouldnt have. For someone she was supposed to protect and has lost with no way of knowing what the truth to this world was anymore. This wouldnt make her like him, this was much different than what he wanted. 

With a heavy breath, Yang pulled away from Blake and rushed at Neo. All thoughts led to avenging Ruby, to make Neo pay for what she had done. Blinded by rage, she slammed her fist into Neo, freezing as the girl shattered. Her body shook in rage as she watched the shards of shimmering semblance break in front of her. Of course Neo wasnt really there. Of course all of this was just an illusion. Nothing was real here. 

“Yang?” 

Yang turned to face Blake and Weiss, her vision going red as she started to lose sight of where she was. Everything around her started to shift and turn, Weiss and Blake shifting to look like Neo. Without further warning, she launched herself at the Neos, no longer aware of who she was aiming at. 

“Out of the way!” Weiss shouted as she used a glyph to push Blake out of Yang’s punching range. 

“Yang, its us!” Blake called out. “You have to calm down!” 

“You killed Ruby and now you mock me with my friends’ voices?!” Yang threw herself at Blake and Weiss once more, slamming her fist into the ground and sending a shockwave through the crumbling mansion. “I wont let you get away with this!” 

Blake steadied herself and took a few steps back, watching Yang. “Yang… please…” 

Yang glared at Blake and rushed at her one more time, slamming her fist into Jaune’s shield as he got in her way. With a growl, she slammed her fists into the shield over and over and over again, the purple energy making each hit stronger. 

“I’ll… hold her off… get to the tree!” Jaune grunted as she held his shield steady with each blow. 

Blake took a step forward, eyes staying on Yang. “But Jaune-” 

“I’ll be fine! Just go!” 

Yang slammed her fist into Jaune’s shield once more, pushing him back as her strength grew. She stopped as she watched Blake and Weiss run off, growling as she faced Jaune and punched his shield, shattering it. “Get out of my way!” 

Jaune fell back and winced as his back hit the manor wall. “Yang, you have to calm down.” 

His words fell on deaf ears as Yang started to stalk towards the direction Blake and Weiss ran off, eyes only focused on the neo she saw. Nothing more mattered to her, nor did she see anything more as the Ever After started to warp her mind further as she gave into her anger. She’d make Neo pay, one way or another.

[rololuky2003]

[hathorneheiress]

I lost, I lost, I lost control again.

Always do the same and I'm to blame I lost control again.

I don't, I don't, I don't know who I am.

Always do the same and I'm to blame, I lost control again.

So I walk into the dead of night, where my monsters like to hide.

Choas feels so good inside, no more.

Never said I was an angel. I am damaged all the way.

So, whatever's coming next, I better pray-ay-ay-ay.

"Lost control" by Allen Walker.

This reminds me so much of Grayson!!

[tenth-sentence]

He kept his seat, but he knew that his life hung by a thread in the wild career that followed.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian" - C. S. Lewis

[uneessencesensible]

Un pas après l'autre

N°2046 – Mardi 1er août 2023

" Tu vois que tu peux largement arriver à faire une bonne journée, sans tout contrôler, sans tout penser dans la moindre seconde, le moindre détail. Tu apprends, alors ce n'est pas parfait. Cela ne le sera sans doute jamais, mais tant pis. Tu avances et c'est déjà très bien. Tu peux être fière de toi. Vraiment. Tu te bats pour des moments d'apaisement, comme aujourd'hui. Tu travailles dur pour ressentir cet apaisement comme essence. Tu y arriveras. Cela prendra du temps, comme tout le reste, mais je ne doute pas de toi. Vraiment pas. Tu peux me croire. "

Phot datant de 2017 ©

[allumikota]

Welcome to fanart. I drew a picture.

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[inkskinned]

okay is she being actually immature or is it just a woman over 30 expressing a human experience you find to be immature.

like yeah. at certain ages... let shit go. im not defending the real immature shit. im not defending the karen you're picturing. i worked in retail i hate those people too. (once somebody got mad at me because she didn't like how our winter window decor was a snowman smoking a pipe. i wish i was joking).

but men at 57 will write books about how 17 year old girls are soooo sexy. they will invent worlds where women have to be naked for "armor reasons." they will write songs that treat women as objects. people rush to defend them. meanwhile a woman at 35 will be like "heartbreak is hard, actually" or "i feel betrayed by a friend" or "i am struggling with something emotionally." immediately people will say stuff like this woman is 35 by the way. by the way this woman is SO OLD to be experiencing this. BY THE WAY.

im 31, almost 32. the other day a poet was blasted online because at her "big age", she had written a poem about feeling unloved. top comment was "this woman is 29 by the way." this woman is too old to still be useful, by the way. she has to behave better . maybe if she was a good wife and mother she could stop existing loudly, and the story could continue on without her. this woman has served her purpose, by the way. she's so cringe, by the way. at 29 - so old! - she still hasn't figured out that her existence should be one of shame.

[captainhancock727]

STRXY - Lost Control

[teine-mallaichte]

Lost control of magical powers prompts:

- Emotional Triggers

- Power Surge

- Magical Overload

- Unstable Powers

- Magical Exhaustion

- Power Related Hangover

- Unintended Consequences

- Accidental Magic

- Chain Recton

- Feedback Loop

- Burnout

- Ripple Effect

- Magical Iversion

- Blacklash

- Elemental Chaos

- Mana Depletion

- Arcane Infection

- Unpredictable Fade Connection

[egophiliac]

it's never the last time.

I was trying to justify to myself having Leona know how to use a waffle maker, and. well. sometimes you just gotta go where the flow takes you.

[greater-than-the-sword]

This is a controversial take that everyone will hate but it's one thing to feed your kid better, more wholesome food than twinkies and hot pockets daily, it's another thing to force them to adhere to a crunchy granola beige colored diet where they cant share the snacks their peers are eating or have a normal childhood or have fun. None of you were raised like that and if you were you know what im talking about.

[highdefhoetry]

in his hands.

cw: nsfw!! female reader, hand kink, cnc-ish, fingering, G-spot stimulation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, verbal teasing, praise, use of term "babygirl", aftercare, some mild possessiveness, caleb is a meaniehead

word count: 1760

Caleb sits across the table from you, completely oblivious to your stolen glances as he twirls the pen between his fingers. He follows a strange pattern where he spins it once, twice, then lays the tip back onto the blank sheet of paper in front of him. His fingers tap, tap, tap on the edge, clicking the pen open and closed. The black beads on his bracelet clink against each other with every movement, the perfect accessory to the thick ring on his index finger. You find yourself unable to look away, despite knowing what would happen if you were noticed.

You’ve always liked his hands. To you they were perfect, lovely to look at and even better to hold. The length of his fingers. The large size of his palm. The chapped skin on his knuckles. The warmth you felt whenever thw two of you held hands. They were a comforting familiarity, one part of him that remained unchanged yet had grown with him as he matured.

You understood why he still called you pipsqueak. With palms pressed against one another, yours still looked tiny compared to his.

While you're busy daydreaming, he plays with his pen a few more times, seemingly lost in thought, before he suddenly looks up and meets your eyes. When he notices you staring back, a little smirk creeps up his face, one you know will be followed by playful teasing. You quickly turn your head away.

You’ve been caught. And when you glance back at him and see the cocky look in his eye, you know that he’s not going to let it go until he’s teased you to hell and back.

“What’s up, pipsqueak?” he teases. “See somethin’ you like?”

You shake your head and bury your face back into your work, trying to ignore his quiet chuckles. 

“Don’t get all shy now,” he cocks his head to one side to better see your face, seeking out the flustered expression you’re trying so desperately to hide. “Fess up. Why were you starin’ at me?”

You stay silent, mumbling some half-assed excuse about not being able to focus. He laughs at your poor attempt to change the subject. A sudden warmth covers your hand, followed by soft strokes from calloused fingertips. When you turn your face away to hide the heat rising in your cheeks, he takes your hand and holds it gently.

“Come on, now. You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”

He rubs his thumb across your knuckles, slipping it in the spaces between each finger. You eventually succumb to his gentle touch, intertwining your fingers in his. You toy with the ring on his index finger, poke at the black beads on his bracelet, trace the patches of flushed red on his knuckles that contrasts the paleness of his skin. You stroke each one with your thumb and index finger, feeling the dry, cracked skin beneath your hands.

A good deal of time passes before you finally snap out of it. When you meet Caleb’s gaze once again, you find him grinning victoriously, as if he’s just won some unspoken contest you never agreed to enter.

“You…!” is all you manage to stutter out.

“Me?” he smiles innocently. “What did I do?”

“...”

He lifts your hand to his lips and gives it a small peck in an attempt to softly coax you out of your shell. It makes you melt from the inside out, but still, you refuse to admit defeat. He watches you carefully for a few more seconds, giving you one last chance to come clean. When you don’t, he gets up from his seat across the table and circles around to your side. Before you can get a word of protest out, he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder, carrying you straight to the bedroom.

He plops you down on the soft comforter, trapping you in place with both hands at either side of your body. You try struggling, but he simply pins you down by straddling your waist, making it so that all you can do is wriggle slightly beneath him. He leers down at you with a wild, uncouth grin, like a wild beast about to consume its prey. 

The sweet, honey-eyed Caleb is gone. You realize a little too late that you are totally, completely, undeniably fucked.

“I won’t let you run away, from this” he growls, with one hand on your thigh and the other gripping your arm, holding you firmly in place.

“Caleb…!”

“I saw you staring at my hands,” he gives your thigh a squeeze, smirking when he hears your muted squeal. “What do you want me to do with them? Hmm?”

You put up a half-assed fight, pretending to hate how he’s cornered you despite your growing wetness. He quickly picks up on this after slipping his hand under your panties. His fingertips brush against the entrance of your hole, circling it for a moment before sliding towards your swollen bud. He smiles when you let out a small moan.

“Tell me what you want, babygirl.”

His voice is gentle and low, but his touch is firm. He rubs your clit in a slow, deliberate motion, with just enough pressure to build you up but not enough to push you over. You arch your back and press your mound further into his palm, begging him without words. 

“Say it,” he leans forward, mumbling in your ear. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

You start to whine, unable to handle the way he’s teasing you. He’s being extra mean tonight, barely flicking your throbbing bud and ignoring the attempts you’re making to guide his fingers into your hole. You know he won’t comply until you give him what he wants. Which is the last thing you want to do.

“Mmm… Caleb…” you whimper cutely, hoping to appeal to his sense of mercy. He chuckles darkly, his once friendly eyes filled with sadistic glee.

“What are the magic words?”

“Nghhh… Caleb, please!”

“Please, what? I’m pleasing you right now, aren’t I?” 

He sticks one finger into your pussy, just for a moment. When he pulls it out, he slaps your mound hard just to throw you off. The tiny, surprised shriek you let out is met with a mean-spirited laugh. 

“Okay!!” You cry out, unable to hold back any longer. “Finger me, please!”

“Yeah? You want my hands inside you?”

“Yes! I want them inside me, please…”

A wicked grin stretches across his face as he savors his victory. Satisfied with your pathetic pleas, he finally yanks down your panties and gives you what you want.

First one finger pushes itself into your hole. He pumps it in and out, making sure to caress that sweet, sweet spot inside of your walls. You’re singing like a bird within seconds. Another finger is added, easing in gently so as not to hurt you. He finds his rhythm and uses your moans as his guide, focusing on your G-spot to build you up to the biggest orgasm possible. He presses his thumb against your clit, massaging it in tandem with his rapid fingering, and soon you’re squirting all over his hand. He pulls out momentarily to lick his fingers, savoring the taste of you on his skin. His amethyst eyes lock onto yours, feasting on the desperation permeating your gaze. Distracted, you cry out when he shoves his fingers back inside.

This time, he’s a bit more forceful. That first little orgasm was just a warm up. When he gets like this, one is never enough, and he won’t stop until he’s brought you to tears. With his swift fingers curled inside you, he pumps in and out at such a fast pace that you begin to see stars. That one little spot inside of you becomes his target, a button he presses over and over again until you reach climax once again. The second time is much more intense than the first; you can feel the soaking wet bed sheets underneath you, along with the slick fluid covering his fingers. 

Still not enough. He wants more.

He fingerfucks you again and again, forcing out countless orgasms that shoot through your body like hot lightning bolts. Your voice starts to feel hoarse from the screaming and shrieking, sounds that only seem to spur him on. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum, having given up on keeping track long after the third or fourth. And Caleb shows no signs of stopping. 

He whispers his affection into your ear while he plays with your pussy, telling you how beautiful you look as he makes a mess of you and how lovely your voice sounds when you make those cute noises for him. He fills your head with sweet praise, his words worshipping your form and beauty, weakening you with every syllable.

“That’s it,” he coos while coaxing the last orgasm from you. “That look on your face… that’s mine. Only make that face for me.”

You mumble something in agreement, barely able to form coherent words as you cum one more time. Inexplicable pleasure ripples through your body, setting ablaze every last nerve ending from head to toe. You go limp, covered in sweat and completely worn out from his torment. Caleb pulls out his fingers, licks your fluids off his skin one last time before he switches gears. He grabs a towel from the dresser and gently pats your face dry, pushing some of your tangled hair away from your face. That crazed look in his eyes is now gone, and once again he admires you with utmost affection. He asks if you need water, if you want a warm blanket, if you wanted to be held or left alone. You say yes to the first two, and cling to him when he asks the third. 

After you finish drinking a full glass of water, he wraps you up in the warmest blanket on the bed and cuddles up next to you, playing with your hair in a soothing, gentle manner.

“Soooo,” the teasing tone returns to his voice. “When were you gonna tell me you had a thing for my hands?"

You pout at him, feigning annoyance, but he just laughs and hugs you tighter. 

“I’m definitely going to use this against you, by the way.”

You don’t have the energy to argue back. Exhausted, your heavy eyelids shutter closed, and soon you drift into a peaceful slumber, which Caleb’s arms still wrapped snugly around you.