#Smart-Lock

[kischluesseldienststuttgart]

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[fanaticalthings]

POV: You're the oldest sibling

it's tough being the oldest.

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[nonasbirthday]

Clear as mud! But I expect nothing less from a Homestuck 🫡

[beaft]

off of my last post: i feel like corporate horror has such a rich seam of possibilities that are just begging to be mined. the helpless, nightmarish feeling of watching your life get chewed up by the implacable machinery of faceless corporations in which you are nothing but an easily-replaceable cog and knowing the whole time that you chose to be here. that you can, theoretically, leave any time you want. mindless, pointless busywork that you're expected to take pride in even when it has no measurable impact. feeling like you're running on a treadmill - always busy, never achieving anything. upper managers who only communicate with you by email. CEOs who never communicate with you at all, and may not actually exist for all you know. you can leave any time you want. but you can't, can you? not really. you still have to pay the bills.

[shoyoist]

now that i've read your sub julien fic i need a lil thirst for him to DOMINATE u in bed

I like to imagine him fuckin u in front of the mirror all messy <3 sorry but i cant act normal after his spread came out i love himm

──── 𝐋𝐎𝐖-𝐊𝐄𝐘 : julien loki

content: gn!reader, dom julien + mirror sex, lots of praise and sweet talk, multiple orgasms, mind-break(?) a few generic french terms of affection. a/n: literally never passing up a chance to write for a dark-skinned poc lmaoo thank you for sending this in nonnie!

sometimes, you think julien is so fucking agonizing. but in the best way — if that makes sense.

he's got those gentle eyes, that low-voiced hum, those firm hands. all the right words and all the best moves. he hypnotizes you so easily, like he's a magician and you're a pretty little pet he's picked out from his audience.

he could bite right into you, and you wouldn't even know it. because he'd be murmuring soft, sweet nothings into your skin the entire time, and the tone of his voice is enough to tip you into a daze — you'd let him do anything he wanted.

like you're doing right now.

julien has one hand wrapped around your throat, like a pretty bow-tie that's just a little too tight. his other hand squeezes at your chest, holding your body pressed firmly to his, coaxing little whines out of you with feather-light, teasing brushes of his fingertips at your sensitive nipples. you're sat in his lap, bouncing like a bobble-headed doll while he fucks up into you.

"look, chéri," he nods to the full length mirror propped up by the bed, facing your bodies. he holds your throat a little tighter, kissing the side of your neck gently as he groans with you. "lovely."

you know he doesn't even mind if you don't look, knowing that by this point you're too high on the pleasure he's giving you to respond properly — but your eyes flit to the reflection waiting before you anyway, as obedient as ever for him.

julien sits at the edge of the bed, you in his lap with your legs spread nice and wide so he can watch the way his cock slides in and out of your messy hole. both your bodies glow with a sheen of sweat, and if you look close enough, you can see tear streaks lining your face. "j—julien," you whine. "'m close. getting close."

"yeah? gonna cum for me again?" he chuckles, pressing another soft kiss to your neck. "so easy tonight."

he says that, but that's only because he's gentle with his words. magician's silver tongue. the way he's fucking you has you out of your mind — he's the one that's got you ragdoll-limp in his arms, and he's teasing you, calling you easy. "mh— julien."

your moan is sweet, but julien doesn't sound impressed when he clicks his tongue disapprovingly. "ah, shhh. use your words, love."

the pace of his cock in and out of you doesn't relent, and you're only able to let out another moan in response. his hand slips down from your chest to the space between your legs anyway, touching you just the way you like it.

"hhn, please. nearly there." you let out, and his fingers press just slightly harder, pushing you to the edge immediately. he'd tell you to hold the orgasm and wait till he allows you to cum, but he knows you're past that point. there's no playing with you anymore, fucked out and dumb on his cock.

so he pulls the high out of you like a man at a magic show with a top hat and a wand, letting go of your throat so he can press at your chest and whisper in your ear to breathe deeper and slower, knowing the orgasm lasts so much longer when you're relaxed and dozey. "there you go, mon trésor... so good for me."

his voice comes out just slightly cracked, feeling you flutter around him, tight and warm and wet. you're really so damn good.

"you can take some more, can't you?" he hums, finally bringing his hand back up, cupping your face and turning your lips to him for a kiss. "make me feel good?"

"mmm," you nod, and julien knows you're doing it mindlessly. he sees the tears in your eyes, the blank look in them. he lets out a little laugh, grabbing your hips to adjust your body. he knows you're all his for the taking. as long as he keeps giving you kisses and talking to you sweetly, you'd let him do anything.

"alright, baby." he feels his cock twitch within you, ready to empty another load inside. his grip on your body tightens once more, turning you towards the mirror. "eye-contact with yourself while i fuck you, now. good."

[isagrimorie]

Agatha Harkness suspects something about 'Teen'

Agatha's always been suspicious of 'Teen' but she's always had hope that he could be Nicky. Rio told her he was not Nicholas; Teen using Nick's name meant the Sigil allowed Teen to use Nick’s name so the Sigil wasn’t about Nicholas Scratch.

Then, it’s how the Teen stumbles into powerful magic(k) paired with a smidge of self-righteousness, and this is the part that reminds Agatha of Wanda the most.

[merlucide]

we finally got kaisers type 🧍‍♀️

he’s asking a lot from me

edit: this isn’t confirmed btw

[antigonick]

I love when format fits story and I love how narratively resonant HtN's incredible narration devices are—the second person, first appearing to be an imperative anchor to the world while Harrow is unmoored, a forceful narrator that becomes a necessity voice-wise to "guide" Harrow through her own narrative arc—often hinted and suddenly revealed to be Gideon; and when Gideon swings back to the first person, her chapters become love letters to Harrow—confessions of care, protection, anger, heat and longing; and all of this just serves to highlight and embody not only the distance that separates them and Harrow's absence, but the motif of extreme asceticism and self-flagellation FOR the sake of her love (for Gideon, not for the Body—the Body is erotic projection, Gideon is real love) that Harrow has already put in place from the start of GtN. Keep Gideon on the sidelines to protect her: don't communicate, don't unveil yourself. Keep Gideon in a niche in your own brain and begin "the work": don't communicate, and literally (echoing Gideon's narration) write yourself letters you're disciplined enough to not ever open. Hear Gideon is in your body—leave your body for her, and don't join her there lest the symbiosis devours you both. Keep your eyes averted—don't even touch the words of love. The fear of realness, of touch, of grasping the beloved at last and make it real in a world where death is more familiar than life is much more intense than the fear of obliteration as sacrifice for the other. "You were so afraid someone might touch you", from a girl who unspools her bones from her own body without blinking, lampshades all of Harrow's efforts to never reach for or be reached by Gideon while standing tall as a barrier to Gideon's death (potentially because she thinks of herself as an embodiment of death, too). After all, her only clear, expressive moment of joyful, unashamed connection with Gideon is that scene in Canaan House's atrium: "Did you behold me, Griddle?", as she has just become the literal and successful wall protecting Gideon from imminent death, and the literal death of Cytherea's construct: fulfilling what she is unafraid to be (untouched but connecting), and incidentally subverting and conflating the roles of necromancer to her cavalier—putting herself at risk in the middle of battle, ensuring her cavalier's survival, deconstructing their assigned roles to attain perfect resonance.

(And yeah there's probably a "little death" joke in there we could have made but FOCUS Gideon)

[melovrs]

imagine studying w bf!ness,,,

he'll work thru problems u don't get, never getting mad or shaming u for not understanding :( ness is a good teacher, explaining topics you've been struggling to learn for weeks in a matter of hours !

if u still can't grasp the concept quite right, so he'll try his best to explain it to u ! and after long periods of studying, he'll feed u some sweets to get your energy back up & help u focus again ! and times where ur especially distracted (by his reading glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose and the slight messiness of his soft hair), he'll motivate u by offering pecks on ur cheeks every time you get a question correct !

this obviously fuels ur drive to study, though u already know he'll offer u kisses if u just ask ! playing along with ness' little studying game is fun for u tho, so u don't resist <3 he's so adorable when he's all focused on helping u understand a subject, that he doesn't even notice the lovesick gaze in ur eyes !!

& that's why he's especially surprised when u pull yourself onto him and press your lips onto his <3 your tongue slips into his mouth, your hands tangling in ness' soft hair. ness grabs onto your hips, his eyes fluttering shut, breathing heavily. his glasses bump against your nose, and you finally push yourself off him, satisfied.

"wha- what was that for, engel?" ness asks, his breathing uneven and heavy. his glasses lay crooked and slightly fogged up from both of your heavy breathing.

you smile, petting his head. "nothing, jus' wanted to kiss you."

"plus, you're so adorable when your glasses get all foggy after i kiss you," you breathe out.

engel - angel ♡

eee kiss scenes r so hard to write :( hope i did ness right <3

[harrowedsoup]

Gideon: Harrow won’t let me speak to anyone because she thinks I’m stupid and I’ll bring shame to the Ninth House >:(

Meanwhile, Harrow: If anyone actually gets to know Griddle’s horrible personality they’ll immediately want to climb her like a tree. Obviously the solution is to make her keep silent because no one finds the strong and silent type attractive. I am great at making plans.

[m1k4ge]

♡Nagi Seishiro x Reader headcanons♡

—"Don't die before I do."

•He leaves you for Reo.

[valiantponds]

I haven't yet seen a post about jod’s eclipse eyes. so I’m making one. bc I would love to hear any other interpretations or meta thoughts

(big spoilers after the photo for The Locked Tomb/Nona the Ninth)

jod’s eyes = black eye with a ring of bright white around the iris. total solar eclipse = black sky with a ring of white light around the moon’s silhouette

exhibit A: the eye in this photoshop job is a photo of the recent eclipse

[Detailed ID: A cropped photo of Taika Waititi, showing just one eye. The eyeball has been replaced with a photo of a solar eclipse. It looks just like the book’s description of John’s Gaius’s eyes: black sclera, black iris and pupil, and a white ring around the iris, i.e. the visible corona of the sun around the silhouetted moon. Some highlights added to make it look like a more realistic eyeball. End ID]

since realizing this visual parallel I have been certain this is why the eyes are like that. seeing as how they are actually the eyes of alecto’s soul

and like. our eclipses being a really unique phenomenon bc of the distances and sizes of the earth moon and sun. and it’s her view onto the other two celestial bodies most connected to her, the sun she orbits and the moon who orbits her

I have many unformed analyses of the thematic implications of this, and maybe I’ll come back with a proper reading, but overall I think it’s a really fucking cool answer to “what would the eyes of a planet be?”

much to think about

[dunnowho180125]

I absolutely love (Zukka or not) fanfics in which Zuko has very dubious talents like lockpicking or pickpocketing or shady bargaining and being generally good with boats and where he doesn’t always live the lavish lifestyle of a prince and where Sokka is the one who can put shit together in nature and who can actually hunt and know what to eat and whatnot and is super good at geography and-

[theriverbeyond]

i hate to say it but the person in TLT most likely to fall for a pyramid scheme is Gideon Nav

[wineredsea]

I‘ve only had dulcinea septimus for a few pages but she‘s definitely one of my faves so far

[pippindot]

Speedy Edi does it again with another awesome puppy bump at lure coursing today! I am so proud of her 🥰