#Yes I did reuse the light

[faefetti]

Hey Baby Dino! Ready to have some fun? .𖥔 ݁ ˖🦖.₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖🦕

Here by popular demand, it’s a Dino room just for you! 💚💙

Made this one with some cool little boy blues and greens but of course this room is for any little one that likes it! Featuring some yummie Dino nuggies, a soft blanket that you can throw on top of the table to make your own dino cave, plenty of dino toys to play with, a soft book for reading and stimming with lots of fun textures, some chewies to keep those dino teeth nice and sharp and of course, a dino paci to take a nap with after a full day of fun!

Sorry this one took a minute lovies! Had too much Halloween on the brain heehee🖤🎃 Remember that you can check out any of the rooms I’ve made you so far in the softroom time tag! With that being said…

[nosyp]

Twisted Desires

Part 1 | Part 2

A/N = Contains spoilers, read at your own discretion. Don't blame me if you learn smt before watching season 2 <3 (also yes im reusing pics)

Warning = Smut🔞, Murder, Violence, Stockholm Syndrome, Captivity, Isolation

Pairing = Front man (Hwang In-ho/Player 001) x reader

Summary = You found out your boyfriend, In-ho, joined the squid game. As you watched the game unfold, you can’t help but feel the growing tension between you two, especially as the stakes get higher and your bond grows darker.

Word count = 2.1k words

There was no. fucking. way.

Your boyfriend, Hwang In-ho and frontman, actually joined the game. You watched intently as he walked through the gap between the two groups of people. One was on the ‘O’ side and the other on the ‘X’ side. He was the last to vote since he was player 001. The voting went from the last player to the first. 

He paused at the table, eyes moving back and forth from the two buttons in front of him. The silence was intense, heavy. Then, his hand moves to the red button… what the fuck? No, actually… he didn’t press it yet. He halts, his hand still in the air. You can see his head turning to the blue button… and he presses it, making the count bump up an extra one. Of course he did. 

At the end of the vote, the ‘O’ side won, which means that the game will continue. The opposing side looked clearly frustrated. I mean, you couldn’t blame them. This game costs their lives if anything. 

Soon, the speaker announces: “The lights will go out in… 3… 2… 1”

Then, the lights shut down, darkness consuming the room. The screen showed the room with heat detection, you could now only see red silhouettes of the figures. Carefully, you inspected the figures and spotted a familiar one moving. The door to the room suddenly opened and the figure passed through the threshold. 

Not long after, you suddenly got a call on the corded phone. The ringing of the phone echoed through the room. You hesitated to pick it up, carefully locking eyes onto the device. Your hand grazed the keypad of the phone, and you picked it up.

“Hello?” you ask the other voice.

“[Name],” his voice crackles through the phone, low and cold. “Are you watching?”

You can hear the slight rustling on the other end, but it’s not enough to make sense of what’s happening. The silence starts again before he continues, “I need you to stay quiet. Don’t try anything funny.”

You can feel your heartbeat picking up pace as you strain to hear any background noise. The weight of his words presses on you. “I’ll be with you again. Soon.”

You knew the man was crazy, but you hadn’t expected something like this… or maybe you did. He often spoke about ‘joining for fun’. There was nothing fun about the whole thing though.

“I don’t think I can really go anywhere,” you respond, still able to hear the rustling in the background.

“Good.” he says before hanging up. The phone call closed with a long beep. 

This bitch somehow managed to find a way to dictate your life, despite being trapped in a game surrounded with many other people. Honestly, he’d probably find some other way if he couldn’t call you. 

The next few days, you watched as he blended into the crowd of players and played his own game. Surprisingly, but also unsurprisingly, he managed to survive game after game. Though, he probably wouldn’t have died even if he lost. The fear of the other players, the chaos, the high stakes, it unnerved you. 

The worst part about it was his calm, cold demeanor only grew more unsettling as he navigated the games with ease. There was no doubt in your mind that he was doing this for his own amusement, but you couldn’t tell what his goal was. Was he playing to win, or was he just having fun with the entire ordeal? Either way, it made you sick.

Every day, you were forced to watch from the sidelines, your mind consumed with thoughts of what might happen to him… or to you. You still hadn’t heard from him since that last phone call, but you could feel his presence in every corner of this twisted game. His control over you, over everything, was absolute. The way he operated, making sure his every move was calculated, was nothing short of terrifying. He was always somehow one step ahead, he could always predict future movements with precise accuracy.

He hadn’t just entered the game to survive, you swore he had entered it to manipulate it. You could only wonder what his true intentions were as you waited, trapped in this nightmare. Every moment you spent here, unable to escape, only added to the sickening realization that no matter what happened, you were always going to be his pawn. A toy in his little game.

The door suddenly clicked open, and in came two of the triangle-masked men. They hadn’t said anything and just stood near the door. 

“What do you want?” you ask, shattering the silence of the room.

“Boss asked us to ensure your safety ma’am,” one of the men replied.

“I don’t need your fucking protection. How many times do I have to say that?” you spat fiercely. You didn’t even know if they were enjoying the torment with the boss or just doing their job. You’d probably guess the latter but the choice of workers this year was… very peculiar. Most of the people were nut-jobs, taking up weird & dangerous jobs prior to joining the ‘squid game’. 

“Boss insists,” the other states, like you didn’t know.

You roll your eyes at the response and just sent them a deathly glare. “I honestly never wanted this… and I highly doubt you wanted it either,”

Silence followed, none of them responded. 

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It was supposedly nearing the end of the whole operation and it started to get interesting. Seong Gi-Hun, or player 456, had hatched a plan to attract the guards and when they got close enough, he would attack. The others, including your boyfriend, joined the plan.

The fight was already brutal. A purple-haired guy was already brutally stabbed to death by a fork and so many of the other players met the same fate as well. Blood was splattered all over the walls and floors, you couldn’t even imagine how long the cleaning’ll take. 

The situation started to escalate as it turned into a gun-war. The masked group was obviously having the upper hand, they had more manpower and resources. Honestly, you admired Gi-hun’s bravery. He probably knew this was a high risk mission, the whole thing would have some amount of sacrifices.

One-by-one, they took down the masked men and it seemed like they actually had a chance. But you knew In-ho probably wouldn’t let that happen. And as you expected, he took down the two men with him. It didn’t take him long to flee the scene and go back to hiding behind the scene.

The door opened, and in came the infamous leader.

“So… you’ve had your fun… what now?” you speak up, interrogating him.

He pauses, stops in his place, you can see it from the reflection on the screen. His gaze flickers to you, he was still in his green outfit with blood all over him. “Hmmm… I need to go back to being the front man,”

You turn your head towards him, giving him a small smile, not of gratitude or anything though. “You put up quite the show… who knew you could do all that?” you say teasingly.

“You really don’t know me at all, do you honey?” he responds, with just as much tease in his tone as you.

Hearing his tone, you got up from the sofa and grabbed a napkin from the table. One step after the other, you slowly got closer to him and wiped the blood off of him. 

“How sweet of you,” he says. “What changed?”

You stop after hearing the question. It was true, just a second ago you were angry at him. And it all just dissipated in thin air, what is happening to you?

“Nothing, just missed my boyfriend,” you giggle. “You should go change now.”

“I think we have time…” he says, his hand grabbing a hold under your thigh. He lifts it up and wraps his other one around your waist.

“W-what…? For what?” you ask curiously.

“You’ll see,” he says, his lips brushing over yours.

Before you could even process what was happening, In-ho’s grip on you tightened. His hands were firm on your body, pulling you flush against him with a strength that left you breathless. Without a second of hesitation, he crashed his lips onto yours, silencing any protests you might’ve had. The kiss was wild, needy, like he couldn’t get enough of you. And before you even realized it, your legs were wrapped around his waist, holding onto him as though you needed his support.

You felt the weight of his arms around you, supporting you, guiding you, and suddenly, it was all too much. His breath was ragged against your lips as he tugged you closer, the heat of his body mixing with yours.

His touch was possessive, but so tender in the way he gripped your skin. Every second, every movement, was loaded with unspoken words… his desire, his lust, his need for you, but also something darker, a reminder of who he was in this twisted game. Yet, all you could think about in that moment was the pull between you, how his presence seemed to drown out everything else.

You could feel his heartbeat hammering against your chest, syncing with your own, and for a moment, everything else faded away. There was no game, no chaos, no twisted rules. This time… it was just him and you.

It was almost dizzying. The way his lips moved with an intensity that left you breathless. You melted into him, giving in to the urgency of the moment, your hands threading into his bloodstained shirt as you pulled him even closer. And just as quickly, he deepened the kiss, a growl vibrating in his chest, pulling a desperate moan from you.

It was messy. It was raw. It was everything that you shouldn’t want, but couldn’t stop yourself from craving more of him.

“Don’t think,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and rough, just how you like it. “Just feel. Feel me.”

His words fell onto deaf ears as you numbed against his touch, His lips trailed down to your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there, making your breath hitch in your throat. You clung to him, desperate for more, for any scrap of his attention, but your head was spinning.

“In-ho…” you managed to breathe, barely able to form words, your chest heaving as he kissed his way back up to your jaw, his fingers digging into your skin in that familiar, possessive way.

“Shh,” he whispered, his voice rough with barely contained desire, it was something more than that. He was desperate for you now. His hands roamed every inch of your body, tracing the lines, memorizing every curve as if he needed to own every part of you. “You don’t need to say anything. I know what you want.”

He spoke like he had all the answers, and in that moment, he probably did. The way he held you, the way he moved with such authority, made it impossible to do anything but give in to him. To him and this chaotic, twisted connection you shared. Maybe you weren’t any better than him.

Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging him back to you as your lips crashed together again. It wasn’t gentle this time. The kiss was rough, hungry, full of tension and need. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you in a rhythm that only seemed to escalate the fire burning between you. His breath, hot against your mouth, sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning against his lips.

You felt his smirk before you heard it. “You’re mine, [Name],” he muttered against your lips. His words were a command, a promise, and you couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through you at the sound.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your heart race. “You want me, don’t you? Want me more than anything else right now. Tell me you want me,”

His hands were on you again, pressing you deeper into him, and in that moment, there was no escaping him. No escaping the pull of his dark, twisted affection.

You didn’t answer, not with words, but your body told him everything he needed to know. He hummed in satisfaction and you let him explore you even deeper.

[sunghoonbite]

pairing: jake x reader

warnings: nsfw, roommate au!!, walks in on you changing trope, unprotected sex, light biting, shy reader, i reused the “i need your help” line again my bad it’s too good

minors dni, before reading

my asks are open! i wanna do mtl with the members, send rqs :)

you and jake were roommates this semester, renting an apartment near campus.

you had never had any problems with each other, typically focusing on yourselves instead of interacting much at home.

this worked for both of you. you didn’t need to be close, and that’s okay. he was attractive, undoubtedly. but there had never been much of an opportunity for you two to interact much; leaving you alone with just fantasies you tried to erase from your mind at night.

today, a bit after school, you stood in the center of your bedroom, sunlight just barely peeking through your blinds. you had dressed up nicely for your 10am class, which had since passed long before.

you took both hands and lifted the bottom of your top upwards, ready to change into loungewear.

tossing it into your laundry basket near your bed, you worked your hands to your back to unclasp your bra.

once done, naked if it weren’t for your shorts, your door slammed open, the knob wobbling at the hand that turned it.

fuck. you forgot to lock the door.

you turned to face the entrance without giving it a second thought, before covering yourself promptly.

“oh shit, fuck, i’m sorry” jake sputtered, shutting his eyes once he processed the situation.

he shut the door back to how it was without wasting time, and you turned back around, silently cursing yourself before throwing on your nightshirt.

an hour later, while you rested on your bed, jake entered again, knocking on the door before entering this time.

when it opened, he appeared shirtless (not to say this wasn’t usual for his around-the-house attire) with the hem of his boxers peeking out above his sweatpants.

it took you a second to notice, initially, but he was evidently hard, his hand placed next to his cock as if putting it on display for you, holding it out for you to see.

“can you help me?” jake asked, looking up from his pants, smiling sheepishly.

you felt your body run warm, eyes fixated on his crotch. it was hard to force your words out.

“with…” you stuttered, trailing off. your throat was dry.

the corner of his mouth pointed up while you spoke.

“with this, yeah,” he replied, hands still on the waistband of his boxers, “you’re the one who caused it.”

you’re the one who caused it.

his voice repeated in your ears while you stared, fiddling with the seams on the collar of your top. you’ve never thought of yourself as attractive. you caused this much of a reaction out of him?

you brushed it off as typical man behavior. they get horny at everything.

you take a step towards him, swallowing your own saliva, and walked until you were close enough to touch. you reached your hands down to his waist, nervously toying with his boxers before pulling them down along with his pants and exposing his cock.

“you see what you did to me?” he spoke quietly.

you weren’t completely sure what to do now, inexperienced and hands trembling while your head spun.

“okay,” you swallowed, “do you want me to-“

jake placed his hands around your waist and moved your body, changing positions so that you were up against the wall. your back lightly smacked against it, with the quiet slam of your body hitting it as evidence.

“can i fuck you?” he said, almost a whisper as he let his eyes trace your features. his fingers danced around the hem of your top, brushing against the strings, quietly admiring you before you replied.

“yes,” you spoke, quietly but not with uncertainty.

“need to be inside you,” he muttered, almost to himself, moving his hands down to his cock and rubbing it with his thumb once his hand wrapped around it.

you didn’t know exactly how to respond, you had never been in a similar situation before, so you allowed him to take the lead.

his breath was against your skin now.

“i need to fill you up,” he replied lowly, “my pretty girl.”

you hummed a “please,” unsure with how you’re supposed to reply.

he entered you almost completely, out of pure desperation, letting out a groan as soon as his cock made contact with you.

“jake,” you breathed out, voice shaky, trying to hold yourself up. your legs wobbled as he moved inside you, making it hard to stand.

“is this okay?”

you nodded.

“with your words,” he asked of you, and you choked out a “yes.”

his hands were tightened around your waist now, palms against you while his thumb traced little circles with his fingertips against your skin.

“you feel so good,” he moaned against your ear, and he picked up the pace when you whimpered at the sound of his voice.

his heavy breaths increased every time he pounded into you, head tilted back from the pleasure. he held you in his grip, bodies pressed against each other.

“more,” you whined at him, his moans were rapid and unsteady, piercing into your skin as his volume increased.

jake obliged, thrusting into you. every inch of him was inside you now, pounding in and out, his skin slapping against yours each time he fucked his cock back inside you.

“fuck,” he groaned under his breath, “i’ve always wanted to fuck you. always.”

you couldn’t reply. you whined.

“i’ve needed you for so fucking long,” jake said, “nothing compares to having my cock in you.”

embarrassed, you lifted your head up so you wouldn’t have to look at his face, shakily inhaling while you rested your head against the wall, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix.

jake leaned his head in, nipping at your neck that was now more exposed to him as you looked at the ceiling. he took a section of your skin and sucked, biting down.

you whimpered out, your nails finding their way to his back before scratching lightly against his skin.

he sunk his teeth in further.

he removed his mouth, ignoring the red patch he left on your skin topped with his spit, his teeth marks etched in.

“i’m close,” he moaned against you, “wanna come with me?”

“mhm,” you uttered out, but it was barely comprehensive due to blending in with your other noises.

“words,” he said again.

“yes, jake” you replied.

his speed picked up as his gripped your waist tightened

“where do you want me to cum?” he asked, exhaling.

“um,” your voice shook, “inside?”

he laughed at that, slightly, an airy laugh that escaped him for a second before responding,“alright.”

he let out a groan, loudly, filling your cunt up with his cum before fucking it back into you without even pulling out for a break.

your legs shook and he held you up, hands pressed into the back of your waist to give you support. your head was thrown back once your orgasm moved through you, allowing yourself to cum on your roommate’s dick.

he pulled out when satisfied, his cum immediately dripping down the sides of your inner thighs.

carefully, jake let go of his hold on you, and you nearly fell to the floor without his weight.

you shook, still against the wall of your bedroom. your cunt pulsed, aching for him despite just being clenched around him as you watched him redress.

he looked up at you once he clasped his belt.

“thanks for the help,” he said, before turning to the door and walking out.

[starseungs]

han jisung x gn!reader. fluff, slight angst, brother's friend au. kinda school au. 0.9k wc.

note: mentions of y/n having trouble eating due to stress. yes this is VERY self indulgent (like my other jisung fics) leave me alone </3 i need this ... also watch me reuse odd for the nth time in this fic lol

2024 ⓒ starseungs on tumblr. do not steal, repost, or edit.

[ 7:24 PM ] You were odd. That was the first thought that came into Jisung’s mind when he first met you. In his defense, who in their right mind wouldn’t think that way after witnessing you chop up a cheesecake into bite-sized squares?

Well, even “meet” was a strong word for that moment, really. He simply stumbled upon you in that horrendous act—in your own family’s kitchen, no less. Jisung had only expected to grab a couple of cold sodas from your fridge, with the permission of his friend, your older brother. Instead, he had to witness a terrifying massacre of one of his favorite desserts on the planet.

However, Jisung didn’t say anything about it. He just walked over to the fridge and did as he was told, ignoring the curious stares you pointed at him. At that short-lived interaction, he merely left the impression as is. You were odd.

Jisung soon came to realize that his first perception of you would be a running theme throughout everything that had to do with you in his life.

It was odd—the way you laughed and joked around with your friends at school. He found himself watching you carefully across the cafeteria hall, not even sure about what he was supposed to be looking at. You were eating well; even though it was just a light snack. To be fair, what else would you be doing in the cafeteria hall during lunch time, if not that? Yet, it still didn’t sit right with him to the point that he wanted to march up over to your table and feed you something more filling himself.

You were smiling, at least. A genuine one, if he could tell properly.

“What’s got all your attention?” It was only then that Jisung’s staring got broken off. Jeongin looked at him expectantly for an answer—one that Jisung didn’t want to give him as your brother.

Jisung sucked in a breath. “Nothing. I was spacing out, that’s all.”

Yes, it was truly odd. 

Odd, like the way his eyebrows immediately furrowed when you slammed through the front doors of your house one afternoon, heavily stomping towards your room. Another slam echoed through the house, telling of the way you treated your bedroom door with the same care. Jisung feels like he just swallowed a pebble.

“Don’t mind them,” Jeongin huffed, clearly annoyed at how you acted in front of a guest. “Y/N’s always got something going on.”

Jisung’s mouth only soured further. Now, that can’t be right. He had seen the way you acted when you were happy, or just going through the motions of the day. Compared to those looks of yours that he had unknowingly burned into his memory, the expression you had on was definitely a telltale sign that you were upset.

And just like that, he found himself telling his friends that he needed to use the bathroom. If he remembered correctly, your room was just right down the hall, which just so happened to be next to said bathroom. Jisung really didn’t want to call himself nosy, but when his ears picked up the sound of sniffling, his right hand was knocking softly at your door in an instant.

How odd.

Your door creaked open after a few more seconds, along with your confused face peaking out. He watched your expression break out into a tight smile when you saw him. Your eyes had a slight tint of red. “Did you need anything? The bathroom is the door behind you, by the way.”

Jisung didn’t know why, but he felt a sharp sting on his chest when he saw your smile. It wasn’t genuine, if he could tell. “Stop that,” he blurted out suddenly. Your face fell as his unexpectedly cold tone.

“Sorry?”

“You don’t want to smile,” Jisung pointed out, pursing his lips as if he had tasted something foul. You scoffed in disbelief.

“How polite of you.”

Now, Jisung was at a loss. What exactly was his purpose for this conversation? Not that he knew—just that he started it and had nowhere to lead to. Luckily, your stomach growled loudly, as if to save him from his misery. “Oh, we have pizza downstairs. If you want some.” 

Great job, Jisung. How smooth of you.

“I—” Your face felt warm in embarrassment, causing you to immediately clutch your stomach in a sad attempt at hiding it. To Jisung, it seemed like you were about to say something in retort before something possibly unpleasant crossed your mind. You sighed tiredly instead. “I’m not too sure if I can stomach something right now.”

Jisung frowned at your excuse. “Are you stressed?” You raised an eyebrow at his question. He quickly backpedals at the realization of how direct he just was. “I—uh, I meant if you’re having a hard time?”

Somehow, that seemed to work since you managed to crack an amused smile. Jisung finds himself thinking about how pretty your genuine ones are. 

“And if I am?”

“Then you need to eat,” he nods firmly, casually trying to chase away the thoughts swirling in his mind at that moment. “I’ll get you just a slice and water. You don’t have to finish the slice, but at least finish the glass.”

Jisung couldn’t help the way he caught sight of how your pretty lips parted open in shock. Your grip on your doorknob tightened ever so slightly. “Why are you doing this?”

“I don’t know,” he says truthfully. “Something is telling me to. It’s odd.”

“You—”

“I’m Jisung.” He turns to walk away. “Be right back.” A low exclamation of bewilderedness came out of you before you called out to him again.

“I already know that, dummy!” He unconsciously grins at that. You were so odd. 

And Jisung starts to think that he likes odd.

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[mm-lurking]

To him, you are love.

Something I wrote in my friend’s dms while my simping juices were flowing. Written with Blade and Al-Haitham in my mind, but you can imagine your favourites.

Warnings: x fem! reader, pure fluff — The idea of his large, rough calloused yet gentle hands as he rests them on your smaller frame; he’s shocked by just how tiny you are and how he can fully enclose you in his arms like a vine that snakes around tree branches

The idea of just pressing your back into his chest and resting your head on the crook of his neck as his face and hair shades you from everything else and his beating heart soothes you

The idea of them just learning to sit with you in silence, learning to understand what love and to be loved is like, the silent message that their heavy breathing speaks, the gentleness in holding you in their arms as they protect you with quite literally everything they have

The idea of them just admiring you as you close your eyes and inhale their scent, completely satisfied with their existence while they struggle to embrace the concept of affection; it's so foreign but so pleasant and they cant help it because it's you, it's you whose breaking their barriers down and letting them know how to love

The idea of how he looks at you with such gentleness and tenderness and he finds an uncertain emotion stirring in his heart, the emotions violently tug on his heart strings and he just knows he's going to have you around for the rest of his life

The idea of how everything and anything you do killing him, he's absolutely floored by the littlest of your touches, giggles and smiles, the idea of him trying to just breathe as naturally as he can when he's with you but by god he cannot breathe when it comes to you

The idea of him going from not liking physical affection and anyone in his personal space to craving you to be around, he cannot bear to part with you in the privacy of your home, to deny holding your hands is to deny the very oxygen he breaths, he needs you, he needs your touch, he needs the way your gentle fingertips brush against his rough ones, the way your fingers so perfectly intertwine with his, you are sculpted to be his and no one can tell him otherwise

The idea of him accepting his fate, just completely surrendering himself to you as you trace his battle scars and whisper sweet-nothings into his ears; how could someone's touch and voice be so therapeutic and healing? He is drawn to the warmth you radiate like a moth buzzing around the streetlight on a dark night- yes that's precisely what you are to him, the light of his dark cold life and it drives him insane but he's addicted to you and he cannot withdraw himself away

Never had he thought he would express what they called love. It was a foolish emotion to him, one that distracted him from the path he had chosen to take. He did not have the time to love and be loved when life had never granted him a reason to do so. Then you came around and he's swept off his feet, and the more he tried to deny it the stronger these feelings got. How did someone break the walls of his heart so easily, so swiftly? How could someone just enter his life and crumble the shield he had built for himself so painstakingly? What magic did you possess in your words that he had fallen spellbound too?

And now here he was, with you in his arms, safe and secure, taken in every bit of you like a parched traveller who had gotten the taste of cool fresh water after days of thirst. If this was love, if this was what those foolish scholars and everyday humans giggled around about then he was willing to name himself as a fool too; for he was your fool, and yours only.

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[cyyfics]

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Guilty Desperation

Pairing: !Simon Petrikov x GN! Reader

Warning: NSFW! At the end.

Synopsis: Simon, disheveled and manic calls you on the phone asking if he can come over to talk. You didn’t think it would end like this, but you aren’t complaining!

Pronoun stuff: mainly GN, I think the nsfw part is ALSO pretty good at being GN?? If not Lemme know

Note: also guys if I ever reuse the same gif just ignore that cuz there’s not a lot (•__•)

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SFW part

You were doing your normal everyday things, sitting around at your kitchen island sipping from the mug in your hand when you suddenly got a phone call. It wasn’t exactly a good time to be getting a phone call, it was early in the morning and not even the roosters were awake. In fact, despite being morning, it was still eerily dark and chilling outside. You wouldn’t wanna be out at this time of night, that’s for sure.

You picked up your phone hesitantly, eyes scrunched as you tried to figure out who’d be calling you at this late hour and to no one’s surprise, it was Simon Petrikov. You had adapted this lovely friendship with this man for a couple months now, you’d maybe even go as far as to say that the two of you are best friends. “simon? what’re you doing up this late, and why’re you calling me?” your tone didn’t show much concern for the poor man at first.

“I’m sorry, Y/n, I know it’s late.”

You can hear him let out a deep sigh before talking again “do you think I could come over to see you? i- i don’t feel so good r’ now.” he slightly slurred on his words as he spoke on the phone, on most days you’d have thought it was from the drinking but on the phone today it sounded more like he was just tired.

“Sure, whatever you need. I don’t mind.”

You said that as if you weren’t secretly hoping when he had called you that he wanted to come and see you, you didn’t wanna admit to yourself that you liked that man than you wanted to, but it wasn’t hard to see especially with the way you cheered silently after accepting his request.

“Thanks Y/n, just ‘need to see you.” Simon can be heard rustling around a little, and you thought maybe he was walking somewhere. “How long will you be? Should I come get you?” You were a bit worried for him at this time of night, especially with the light fog in the air outside. “I’ll be fine, should only be about a minute or two.” He said to you before you heard a little more rustling.

“Simon, you live maybe thirty minutes away from me. How do you expect to be here that quickly?” You jokingly asked him, twirling a piece of hair around your finger. You didn’t expect the answer you got. “… started walking early, was just hoping you’d be awake.” It had definitely surprised you, you furrowed your eyebrows as you spoke into your phone.

“..really?” You asked with slight disbelief, “yes.. what’s so hard to believe about that?” Simon asked from the other end of the phone “but what if I wasn’t awake??” You questioned the poor man “would’ve waited ‘til you woke up.” Simon answered back. Then he hung up. You were about to call him back and asked why he did that before hearing a knock at your door.

You swung the door open and was met with Simon, the old man looking disheveled and worn out. You took him inside, helping him through the door way as he stumbled a little. “Simon, what’s wrong? You drink too much or something?” You asked him, hands worriedly grasped onto his shoulders. “Didn’t even touch a drop tonight, Y/n, had too much to think about.”

Simon walked past you, making his way to flip onto your couch, face pressed against the cushions. “What’s wrong? Clearly something is up.” You stood by the doorway, crossing your arms and giving the man a certain concerned look. “It’s just- Betty.” Simon let out a huff, he had often came over venting about missing her and stuff so it wasn’t new information for you.

“I understand, you miss her-“ you came up to him to put a comforting hand on his shoulder but he placed a hand on your wrist to halt you for a moment- before letting you. “It- it’s not that.” He lets out a deep sigh before holding onto his head “that’s the thing. It’s not that.” He sounded upset, you were worried for him.

You sat beside him on the couch as he sat up, slowly placing your head on his shoulder to hopefully provide some comfort. “Talk to me.” You encouraged him, moving your hand down to grab at his hand. Squeezing it slightly to comfort him, he sighed before reluctantly giving in and curling his fingers to intertwine with yours.

“I just- I think- no. I know. I like someone else now, but I feel guilty because of Betty.” Simon didn’t like admitting it at all, and you couldn’t blame him one bit. You frowned before wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. Simon didn’t hug you back, but he found comfort in your warmth, resting his head on your shoulder as you hugged him.

“Who-“ he cut you off.

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. Always been you.” Simon’s voice grew quiet at the end there and it sounded like he was about to cry. You used one of your arms to move up and pet his head with your hand, brushing your fingers through his hair. “I like you too.” You whispered back to him, the air suddenly becoming stagnant.

There was a pause in time as he slowly lifted his head up to look at you, his eyes searching you for any sign of doubt. Like maybe you were just saying that to make him feel better. But he didn’t find any, instead he found you looking at him with eyes full of such love and admiration for him. How had he not seen that look before?

Simon moved his hands up to clutch at your shoulders, pulling you into a hug against him. “I wanna be yours, Simon.” You didn’t wanna say it but you couldn’t help it as it left your mouth, “I do too. But- Betty.” Simon looked to the side as he thought about her guiltily. “Simon, I understand. And you don’t have to rush into anything-“ he cut you off yet again.

“And what if I want to? What if I wanna rush into things with you? Do everything I’ve ever wanted to with you? Take you places, live a whole life with you-“ Simon found himself rambling as he held onto you a little tighter, before softening a little and melting into your arms.

You held him a little closer, “you don’t have to feel guilty Simon, but if you need time..” you started to say “that’s the thing. I don’t have enough time in the world to be without you, I feel so guilty but time and life are constantly fleeting- I wanna be together with you.” Simon started to get teary eyed.

“I want that too.” You spoke up “then say yes. Say you’ll be with me, please.” Simon grabbed at your face gently, making you look up at him. “Yes. Yes, I’ll be together with you.” You couldn’t even control yourself, earlier that day you were fighting your own feelings for him, and now you were literally dating him.

NSFW STARTS NOW

NSFW warnings: humping/rutting idk, I think that’s all that has to go here??

Simon and you looked at each other for a moment, feeling the static in the air. It was like something just sparked in the two of you. Simon leaned down and kissed you, his lips pressed up against yours. They felt slightly chapped, like maybe they’d gotten dry from the cold outside or something.

As he was about to pull away you found yourself grabbing onto his collar, pulling him right back to your lips. Simon was surprised but leaned into your very eager touch, his lips up against yours again. The two of you began to then switch up the intensity, kissing him life your life depended on it. Your hands moved from his collar to tangle in his hair, ripping a soft groan from Simon as the two of you kissed.

Not long after that action, you had felt something uncomfortable pressing up against your hip, you didn’t wanna pull away from the kiss so all you did was slip your hand down to figure out what it was. Simon let out a quiet moan as your hand had evidently brushed over his crotch, so that’s what was rubbing up against you.

Simon desperately pulled you back in for another kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips as his hips rutted slowly against your hand looking for some friction. You didn’t mind giving it to him but at that point you wanted some too, moving your hand away so you could then press yourself up against his hardened crotch.

Your clothed front rubbed up against his, stimulating both of you guys at the same time. It felt messy, it felt hot and slightly uncomfortable, the two of you felt just like silly hormonal teenagers in that moment. Neither of you could stop, desperate hands clinging to each other.

Simons hand grabbed at your waist, pulling you closer as his length rubbed against your sensitive crotch. You were both moaning, kissing each other deeply, not caring about the messiness the two of you were making from the saliva all over each of your mouths and chins.

Eventually Simon ended up cumming first, but his eager self didn’t stop. It felt overstimulating for him but he still wanted to make you feel good too, and not long after you ended up falling apart in his arms too. You let out a soft cry as you came in your pants, the both of you having made an annoying mess. “Damn, now my pants are soiled..” Simon hissed out, hands on his hips as he inspected his now soaked through pants.

“Then take them off.”

[cak3o]

quick question (pun intended, even though I’m not asking abt him XD) what is Shadow Man’s role/personality like in your AU? From what I’ve seen, it’s like he’s pretty young and Top Man is kind of his friend? Guardian?

Hiiiiiii, ur ask got me so excited I yelled in my car on my way home from work/so so so positive

So. The 3 bots!!! They are so so cute to me (I call everything cute) because I love that they were made to function specifically as a team! A team to travel space together and mine power crystals?? They are so fun.

After the events of the 3rd game (which I will. Hopefully draw out one day) the 3 bots actually get to do their job!!! (After a lot of convincing from dr.light to the government or w/e that these robots will not go rogue again.)

Top (the leader), Needle, Spark, Magnet, Hard, Snake and Gemini all travel into space in a giant ship (I like to imagine they reused gamma in some way for this…I haven’t drawn it out yet tho) and investigate interstellar power sources!

Their missions are going great and their reports back to Light are pretty normal! Until…

During one if his expeditions, Top stumbles upon an injured robot…in the middle of space??

Concerned, they take him back to their ship where he quickly charms the entire crew with his odd personality and adowable face. He doesn’t talk much, but he’s super excited to meet everyone, especially Top.

Eventually, they go back home to Earth and bring the mystery robot to Doctor Light but for some reason-

They have *absolutely* not clue what the hell he’s made out of. Although he has the looks of a robot, he seemingly doesn’t have any actually mechanical components! Anytime they try to get a reading on what’s goin on in there, the images come out blurry and weird. Light worries about what would happen if Wily heard about this mysterious life form….(spoiler alert. He totally hears about it later)

In the meantime, the 3 bots offer to keep an eye on him. Light allows it, and thus, we have the final full 3rd group!

With a great team spirit and hardworking attitudes the 3 bots have a bit more spice added to their lives with the addition of “Shadowman”! Named such due to his tendency to hide behind others like a shadow :^3

It must’ve been fate that lead them to each other…

Or was it?

(Spoiler. It wasn’t)

Anyways. TLDR- yes, Top is like a guardian of sorts for Shadow lmao. He found a weird space baby and said “yeah, I’ll adopt him.” Little did he know that the space baby had this all planned from the beginning.

[an-abyss-of-stars]

☾ He saw her at daybreak ☾

"We have one moon left, sweet girl. We ought to narrow the list down, don’t you think," he smirked, his smile hidden within the tresses of her curls. Not that she'd attempted to look up at him then, she'd heard the amusement in his tone. 

He knew that when he felt her giggle faintly, her voice brightening as she replied, "Well you keep suggesting conquerors' names, my love. The list seems very short if those three names are our only options," 

"I never said we couldn't ponder more, I only said I thought the names ‘Visenya’ or ‘Rhaenys’ would be very suiting should we have a girl," he'd said it nonchalantly, not expecting Rhaena to shift in his arms just enough to prop herself up against him. 

Arching one brow up playfully as she spoke, "yet you also said 'this family has a knack for reusing names to its detriment and failing originality', your words, not mine." 

He didn't recall sounding so pompous when he'd uttered those words, but he'd peg that to the creative dramatic flair of his wife's reenactment of his voice. Ever snarky and snarl-like, she couldn't hold the expression she'd molded for very long, breaking into a lovely smile as she burst out a fluttering giggle at her own attempt of mimicking him. 

Aemond had only arched his own brow, biting back an instinctual grin as he let her jest go in good humour, "I just don't wish to name any of our sons ‘Aegon’, at the risk of assigning a fourth Aegon so soon after the still living second and third." 

"A valid enough point," Rhaena agreed, nodding honestly as she rested her head back down on his shoulder, absent-mindedly rubbing her hand upon her rounded belly, "besides, I think your brother would claim our child was being named after him if we did so. But I think I'd like name our son after someone else any-" 

"Absolutely not," he'd barely let her finish the sentence before he cut her and her mounting idea off at the tail. He knew where she was going with her tone turning ever so hopeful, she'd hinted at it before, and he couldn't let it happen. 

Certainly not that…certainly not for their first born.

Rhaena hadn't moved much, her belly wouldn't allow for such quick movements anymore, but he could feel her face turn towards him. He could feel her smile widen incredulously, her hand falling from her belly down to his thigh in a light grab of attention, "Aems, darling! Why not!" 

"We're not doing that. I cannot afford to hand him such an easy win. He cannot have a living namesake. He'd never let me live it down," he'd nearly grumbled the last few words, Aemond was sure he didn't have to explain himself any further. He was vehemently against it the first time she'd suggested it and now several moons later, he was no closer to coming around on it. 

"But ‘Daemion’ is an incredibly handsome name! And yes...perhaps...my father has an indelible sized ego, and naming a grandchild after him would inherently only boost said ego..." Rhaena's voice had gone all soft and filled with undeniable reverence and love for the man who'd raised her with all the same, it wasn't unfathomable for Aemond to see why she'd want this. 

It was just the ever present petty game that Aemond played with his uncle and Good-father. 

Giving him this would be admitting defeat so early in the game...he just could not relinquish this. 

Chapter 9: No Mother Is Born Ready

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

The Sweetest Treat

It was late on Halloween night. Trick or treating was coming to an end, porch lights were turned off, bowls were empty of candy and people trotted off home. As for Ian, he’d gone straight to the dugouts after accompanying Carl and Debbie to trick or treat, having gotten himself a pretty good haul of candy. 

“You really wore that fucking thing, Gallagher?” Mickey came out of the shadows, sauntering over with a beer in his hand. 

“Yeah, I did,” Ian wore his ROTC uniform. It made the most sense, he didn’t have to pay any money to buy a costume nor did he have to steal one. “I’d ask where yours is but I see you’re reusing your brooding asshole costume from last year.” 

Mickey flipped him off as he approached. “Fuck off,” he said, plopping down on the bench. He brought out a cigarette to light it, setting the can of beer beside him. 

“You should’ve came with us,” Ian said, who remained standing, watching him. 

“To where?” 

“Trick or treating, Mick,” Ian said like it was obvious. Mickey snorted. 

“Fuck that.” 

“You’re against free candy?” Ian plucked the cigarette from his mouth to put it into his own. Mickey glared, but it was half hearted. 

“When I gotta put on a stupid ass costume and go fucking beg for it, yes.” 

“It’s not begging,” Ian rolled his eyes. “It’s fun .” 

“We really got different ideas of what’s fun,” Mickey scoffed. 

Ian crossed his legs at the ankles, folding his arms. “So you don’t want the snickers I saved for you?” He clarified, concealing his smirk when his boyfriend perked up the slightest bit. “Fine. I’ll give them to Carl. He likes them too.” 

“You got me Snickers?” Mickey said, not bothering to hide his surprise. 

A grin spread across Ian’s face and he took out a small baggie from his jacket pocket. He held it up for him to see. “Right here, Milkovch.” 

Mandy had admitted to him once that Terry would steal their Halloween candy so they just stopped going out, knowing they wouldn’t get to keep it anyway.  And well, Ian’s heart went out to her and Mickey. He put together small bags of the siblings’ favorite candies so they could have a little something . As for Mandy, he’d wait to give hers when they walked to school together. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” Mickey said quietly. “Could’ve gotten some myself.” 

Meaning he could have stolen some from the Kash and Grab. “I wanted to,” Ian said simply. 

“Fuckin’ Gallagher.” 

Ian just smiled some more, taking one of the chocolate bars out of the bag, unwrapping it and giving it to him. “Take a bite.” 

“The fuck for?” 

He wiggled his arm. “Just do it.” 

Mickey rolled his eyes, shoving the fun-size bar into his mouth. He swallowed, looking at Ian with a you fucking happy now expression. 

And Ian was; he stepped forward, capturing Mickey’s lips into a kiss, one hand on the back of his head. 

In the dim lighting, he could see Mickey’s cheeks flush, this softer than normal gleam in his eyes. 

“Can I ask you something, Mick?” 

“Yeah, whatever,” his boyfriend said, pulling off this act of nonchalance even though Ian was pretty sure he’d practically melted under the affection he was just given. 

“What tastes sweeter, the chocolate or the kiss?” 

And just like that, the spell was broken. Mickey shoved him, muttering about him being an "Fucking idiot," while Ian’s loud laughter rang out. 

“I’m sorry- Oh, God. I’ve been waiting all day to do that!”

Mickey shot him a dirty look. 

“Do that again and I’m gonna rip your skull out of your head.” 

[ouroborosorder]

VFX ask! You've mentioned before that Jessica the Liberated has notably good bullet and glass shattering VFX, would you be willing to break down what makes them stand out?

Okay yes absolutely I will, and in order to do so, I am going to briefly talk about Arknights' history of guns because this is my feed and you can't stop me. This one will probably be long. I wanted it to be short. But it is not.

Guns in AK's worldbuilding are extremely rare, with only Blacksteel, Lateran, and collab ops wielding guns. So there's a sort of weight towards making the rare gun wielder... feel like they're using a gun, making them feel distinct from a crossbow.

Early on, AK did this in a very very simple way. Simple, single color muzzle flash, impact spark, no visible projectile. All the guns worked hitscan, which did really help to sell the illusion of a gun, it hits instantly.

Exusiai even amps it up a little and adds a visible bullet trail when she's in Unloading Mode!

But for a time, because of how rare guns were, that was kinda... It. After Nacho Cheese Executor, the next wielder of a traditional gun was the Rainbow 6 Siege Operators?? Really??

R6S is extremely important. Being from a shooter-ass shooter game, they had a lot of reason to make them feel like real guns. So what does Ash do? Well!

That's a VISIBLE BULLET baby!

It's WILD that removing the single biggest trait about guns - that they are instant - does a LOT to actually help sell that it is a Real Gun.

But on top of that, they do a few interesting things. The muzzle flash isn't just a single flash, it's a semi-realistic looking muzzle flash that also releases sparks. The bullet trail emits sparks as well, eschewing AK's stylization for the sake of making it feel like a Real Bullet Trail. This really helps sell the

Even on the impact, there's no Textures or traditional bursts to be found - instead it is black, white, and red sparks alongside a very very layered flash of light. This is really unique in AK, and it serves brilliantly to juxtapose the R6S ops within the world of Terra, while still being over-the-top enough to fit in within the game's cartoony artstyle.

What's interesting is that these choices carried forwards in the future! Enforcer has very realistic-looking muzzle smoke with Ash's black/white/red sparks. Meanwhile, Insider has a visible bullet and sparks coming out of the muzzle flash!

Also I just barely noticed while writing this but all the Lateran use the shape of their wings as part of their effects! Exusiai's bullet trails are triangular like her wings, Ezell's impacts are dark iregular polygons with a lip like his, Insider's trail is rectangular like his, and Cool Ranch Executor's shots are shattered diamonds that fade to black as they get closer to him. Neat!! That's SUPER fucking cool.

(Also notable is that Exusiai and Ezell's effects are the only lateran guns that don't have a predominantly white aesthetic. Just a little treat for Exu Errari Believers)

So, with a history of four ops with Real Guns and a bunch with weird magic guns, how do you make an operator whose gimmick is that she is definitively Terran who also uses a fuck ton of Guns?

Jessica's muzzle flash is a realistic-esque flash that quickly fades into a burst texture. She gives off a few sparks like Ash does, but there are few of them, and they're really large for stylization. Also her bullet is much larger, but is distinctly a realistic bullet.

I wish so badly I could get footage of this one properly but an image will have to do. The trail of the bullet is a rotating mesh spiralling like the bullet is rotating. Also the bullet itself is glowing, allowing it to stand out better against the background.

And when it hits, hooooly shit. There's blurry, semi-realistic looking light textures flying off the enemy, sparks, and the same hitflash she has on her muzzle flash (cool asset reuse there!) They went all out to show the impact of her shot, since it is a Real Ass gun.

AND ALL THIS FLAIR AND DRAMA FOR JUST HER NORMAL ATTACK. THIS IS OFF-SKILL. When she's on-skill...

WHOO. WHOOOO. WHOOOO.

The muzzle flashes become longer to sell a BIG impact, but they last MUCH shorter (this muzzle flash lasts one single frame), since all her skills are rapid-fire, making it feel like bigger shots in less time. The impacts become ABSURDLY BIG. And then. My absolute favorite part of the whole thing.

(These are Not The Texture, but a similar, oft-mistaken cousin of The Texture.)

This fucking followthrough. Every hit on an enemy creates a burst of shattered glass and fire. I would not have thought of adding EITHER of these, but I love it. It's a great call to her art, it's unique and distinct, and even though it can be "where is the glass coming from" it's so cool i don't care. I literally saw it and gasped and went "I have never seen this before." It adds great color contrast, conveys the armor-piercing nature of her bullets, adds unique shapes, makes it look more chaotic, I can't praise these glass shards enough, I love them, they're so cool.

Fortunately for you, Jessica's skills all kinda look the same, so I don't have much more to say about this. I like that her S3's muzzle flashes create more chaotic sparks, creating the look of a wild, uncontrollable spray and pray strat. I like that she fires multiple shots and muzzle flashes but only shoots one bullet, but you rarely ever notice it because of the weight of the impact.

But I have one final thing to say.

BEHIND HER IN HER S3 SHE HAS AN ACTUAL ROILING, BURNING, MOVING FLAME. WHY IS HOEDERER BEING SHOWN UP BY JESSICA. WHAT THE FUCK.

[bl4z33467]

(Cracks knuckles) Alright folks I remember how to draw

Fat fuck Vulpes by yours truly, Blaze Lander. Inspired by the lovely drawing by @yourmateyoya ,egged on by @legions-top-dog , and because i force you to deal with all my shitty drawings, @noomycatz

Yes, once again, i have put too much effort into a shitpost. Roughly 2 hours as I reused a canvas on ibis paint for a 5th drawing lmao

Yall can burn me at the stake later lol

Process below hehe i like to ramble

And just because i like to talk about my drawing process for characters with complex outfits, this is how my lobotomy brain does it:

First i do silly fun colored sketch. I use different colors to differentiate the "skeleton" from the, euh, fleshy bits, and the clothing. You can see lots of lines that would not be shown in the final product so it makes it confusing to look at.

Next i do a clean sketch.

This is where i clean up everything before doing the final lines. I use one color and a thin brush to make it easier to line over. Here i add any extra bits (like the top football armour) and "render the physics" as i call it, so properly drape cloth and the uhhh squish of stupid fat fuck vulpes' boobs and stomach. I also will balance the drawing here by flipping it and redrawing or using the drag tool.

Next is lining.

For this drawing, i used a 9.0 digital pen with a taper. Its my standard :þ. I kept my pen at the same size for this piece. Sometimes i line the outside darker to make the drawing stand out more. I decided not to as i wanted to give the drawing a more "serious" tone. (How serious can this be though lol-)You may notice on the arms little bits of the lines are missing, thats because i gave him some arm hair. I like make little details like that show over the lines. But since the one shading technique i used works with clipping masks, i had to but the arm hairs on a layer lower than the line art. Next is colour:

I colour in the drawing with midtones. Simple as. I tried to stick with warm colours besides his eyes, which are grey blue. Idc if they arent, im too lazy to google it. I mostly use flat colors but i did make his shirt a gradient. Next is do simple cell shading:

Depending on how i feel i shade with or without the colours in the back. I went with a sorta "non decrepit" light source here. Didnt want too much intensity. I used a deep marronish orange on a multiply layer on 45% opacity. Soft shading/lighting next:

I get intense with the soft shading. I use the airbrush with a deep maroon to add dark gradient and airbrush with a light pink to add a bit more depth. I usually use less light and more dark because im evil i like the intensity. I keep the layer the same amount of opacity and multiply it with the darks and soft light for the lights. Next are the shine highlights:

I use the dip pen hard with a taper to add light highlights of white on shiny bits like metal and eyes. I uses pure white, set the layer to 25% opacity, and use normal blending.

I also shade the lines because it makes the lines softer. I use a clipping layer on the line art, set the whole thing to a dark grey, and airbrush in darker and lighter parts. (I felt like a picture wasnt needed cuz its hard to notice.

For the background, i used a dark red i stole from the cell shaded layer, drew a vine pattern with the kaleidoscope ruler, and added a vignette. Vignettes are my cheat code for background hehe~ it makes the subject stand out while keeping suave, seriousness and formality. To make a subject pop out more, put the vignette behind the character but in front of the background. For more intensity but it on top of both.

Also- I usually draw with a level 10 stabilizer (i got shaky hands) but i drew with a 2 stabilizer so im surprised it came out so smoothly-

Also i gave him goggle tan lines because if i have to have them from playing tennis with sunnies, so does he.

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 320

the art for today is actually the massive quantity of koulourakia i made tonight. its the first time i've tried one of my grandma's recipes since she passed away and it was... vague to say the least! using juice glasses and bottlecaps as units of measurement and such. no bake time listed, operating on vibes alone. but I did it! and yes i know these are usually specifically easter cookies but they are tasty with tea or coffee all year round so I am making them for friendsgiving.

anyway here's grandma's recipe, edited by me for clarity lol

Recipe Makes: A buttload of cookies. Frankly you should probably half this. But if you are somebodys yiayia and you are making them for the whole fam don’t worry about it.

Ingredients & Supplies

7 eggs (6 for the dough, 1 for the egg wash)

1 cup vegetable oil (we use corn oil but any veg oil will work)

2 tsp vanilla extract

2 cups sugar

6 tsp baking powder

½ tsp salt

~6 cups flour

Sesame seeds (to preference)

1 Large mixing bowl (seriously you will need a Big Bowl if you aren’t halving the recipe)

1-3 baking sheets (depending on the size of the sheets/if you want to just reuse one and bake in multiple batches, etc)

Some open counter space to roll out your dough as you’re shaping it

Optionally a brush for your egg wash but if ya nasty like me, you can just use your fingers. You’re gonna have your hands all over these things anyway so as long as you’re washing them it’s fine.

Directions:

Preheat your oven to 350°F

Mix your wet ingredients together, then cream mixture together with the sugar, salt, and baking powder

Add your ~6 cups of flour gradually until you get a thick dough. The key is that you should be able to shape the dough with your hands and not have it stick to your fingers.

Sprinkle some flour on your staging area (wherever you’re gonna be rolling out your dough) and roll your dough out into small snakes. For the twist shapes, mine tend to end up about 10” long? But its just the sort of thing you’ll have to get a feel for. You can do as many twists in it as you want, go nuts! Or do other shapes! I’m an artist not a cop.

Once you have a full tray, beat your last egg in its own bowl, and coat the top of each cookie with a thin layer of the egg. This is the glue for your sesame seeds!

Sprinkle sesame seeds on your egg-coated cookies, as much or as little as you like. I’m a heavy sesame seed kinda guy myself. I just think it makes them look better.

Pop a tray onto the center rack of your oven for 15-20min, until the cookies are a light golden brown. Measure this with your heart.

Optional: Dunk those bad boys in your favorite Hot Drink. Get some tea or coffee or something. Actually I know I said this step was optional but I lied, you gotta do it.

anyway if u end up using the recipe let me know! send pics or something!

[cupfullofpapas]

(Yes I'm reusing this image too busy to doodle a new one :''( life has been super crazy as of late ) Second Vol in The Assistant series: In the arms of a Devil Rated: E F/M Cardinal Copia x F!Reader Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader

Also read it on my Ao3 here Previous Vol. : The Assistant Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 6: Scent Your patience was nearing its end as you stood by the window looking over the ministries garden watching your fellow siblings of sin some tending to the gardens, some sitting below the few trees that offered an abundance of shade, the weather had decided to act right for once and allowed everyone a day outside, you however, decided to stay indoors. 

As much as you tried to convince yourself that things were okie dokie they weren't, you missed Copia like hell and your chest ached from it, well it was either that or allergies or perhaps both. You've considered talking to Gemma,  the only Prime mover you knew of who had been with her Papa during his touring era.

Each time you went to talk to her you gave yourself excuses not to bother her those excuses now becoming ridiculous. 

With everyone outside enjoying the sunny day the Abbey was quiet so you chose to sit in the cafeteria once the walls of your dorm room started to get to you feeling as if they were closing in. Sitting down at one of the many tables with a muffin you had gotten from the kitchen, picking little pieces off of it like an overgrown crab. 

Sweet Satan, you felt weird, you never thought you could miss someone this much you didn't even miss Secondo this much when he was out of the office for a long period of time... pausing you frowned, with all that had happened that sounded pretty harsh, being lost in thought you plucked another piece of the muffin popping it into your mouth followed by another.

"Child what's got you down in the dumps?."

The sudden voice made you jump looking up to see Sister Twist looking down at you her hands on her hips concern written all over her face. "Satanas, Twist don't spook me like that."  The redhead only shrugged before sitting in the chair across from you the thing giving a slight whine. 

"I forgot how cheesy these things were, you'd think with how much Imperator bitches about the budget and cash there would be a stockpile for new cafeteria chairs at least, things look like they're from the fuckin sixties" Twist snickered however when she didn't hear you join in either laughing or ragging on Imperator she knew something was on your mind. 

"Hey."  Twist snapped her fingers a few times getting your attention.  "Talk to me, what's eating at you, and don't say nothing 'cause momma Twist knows."   You rolled your eyes before answering.  "Just with the tour and all and.."  You trailed off looking for the right words. "You miss your man". Your cheeks turned a light shade of red nodding adverting your eyes from the older sister of sin.

"You miss Copia and you feel weird for missing him so much because you've never missed or depended on someone else who wasn't blood-related that and you feel like your heart is being ripped out through your rib cage."  You opened your mouth to speak however Twist held up her hand silencing you. 

"And even though you still talk to him on the phone or text it feels like it's not enough and yadda yadda."  You stayed silent staring at her before uttering a little 'fuck you' which made the older sibling laugh.   "There's nothing wrong with feeling this way, it's natural to feel this way when you miss someone you love."  

Love, you did love him right?, you remembered the day you told Secondo that you loved him back when he declared his love for you the thought put an uneasy pit in your stomach which caused you to push the muffin aside, why were you even asking yourself this?, you just had teenage phone sex last night with the man. You felt a hand rest on your shoulder Twist wore a kind smile.  "You'll know the answer when he comes back, sweetie."  You smiled and rested your hand above hers the moment was short-lived as Lenti came running into the cafeteria. 

"Twist! Omega, Divine, Alpha, and Terzo are fucking in the music room again!."   "Oh for the love of sweet Satan, those fuckers are gonna get a boot up their ass."   "Careful they might like that." You chimed in as Twist pushed the chair in heading to the music room complaining the entire way, the last time those four got into it in the music room Pebble's drumset was a casualty and Sister Imperator was furious about having to buy a whole new set for the ghoul. The sound of something hitting the floor and the yelling of Imperator's voice pulled you from your thoughts. "You daft idiots!, Be careful with this equipment it's very important and very expensive!."  Getting up from your seat you wandered over to the door seeing that the ghouls were moving a bunch of medical equipment, was someone sick?

"Sister?." you asked stepping from the cafeteria, Imperator turned quickly to face you a smile coming to her face her demeanor changing quickly.  "Hello dear." "What's all this?." "It is for Papa Nihil when he gets back from tour with Cardi, don't you worry about it I have everything under control" She offered the fakest of smiles before following the ghouls walking away her red heels clicking and clacking on the floor. 

The 'short time apart' felt more like years apart the only good thing that happened in your opinion was that Sister Imperator had given you the option of going back to your old dorm room or staying in the current one alongside Copia given the fact that you two were an item, you of course chose to stay in the shared room one because you did not feel like packing everything up and two once Copia got back you were going to stick to him like glue. 

Your day off finally came, the day when you could just lay around your dorm room and not have to worry about anything other than flopping your face into Copia's pillow and breathing in the fleeting scent you hadn't even bothered to change out of your pajamas.

 Rolling over in bed you went face-first into the soft depths of your Cardinal's pillow breathing in-- it was then that you realized that his scent was gone from the fabric, you started to think, what could you do? you needed his scent you needed to feel as if he was there, the worry was starting to set in, and then it hit you.. but were you that desperate?

.....Yes, yes you were...

 Scooting closer to the edge of his side of the bed you opened the nightstand digging around in the drawer. Sometimes the lack of organization of his personal items got to you and made you want to shake him but on the other hand, it also gave you things to do. While you were on your search you looked at some of the things he had tucked away in there. 

A list of numbers, a few unopened juice boxes, several pens, pictures, loose change, and receipts however it wasn't just any receipts they were from the couple nights you and him half-assedly eloped there was even one from the gas station. A smile had worked its way to your face as you looked over each one recounting each item there was also a list there in his scratchy handwriting of things you liked and didn't like, your smile only grew wider as your fingers slid over the indented paper following the pen marks the Chinese menu you both had ordered from. 

You remembered when you accidentally launched a shrimp at the television screen that night, the memory earned a quiet laugh, putting the items back you were on the move again until your searching fingers finally found what you were looking for.

Closing the nightstand's drawer you sat up holding a bottle, it was Copia's cologne your thumb ran over the elegant lettering feeling the different textures on the label, after mentally telling yourself how crazy and weird you were several small sprays were sprayed onto his pillow and one on yourself.

The bottle was placed back inside the nightstand drawer, and the pillow now damp with the scent was turned over the damp side against the bed sheet once again you flopped face-first into it this time being hit with the strong scent of your man. You felt your whole body tingle and warm up as soon as you breathed in his scent your skin prickling with goosebumps, it made you giddy picturing Copia there with you tangled up in the blankets enjoying your time together. 

It was weird sometimes, how a simple scent could make a body heat up, your thighs squeezed together dulling the throb that started as soon as his scent filled your nostrils, your mind thinking about those hands of his and the way they felt when he slid them along your body and gripped your soft flesh the smooth of the leather.   Your hand has started to trace the patterns on your body picturing that they were his fingers, his palms, and you were a willing victim under his expert touches, your Cardinals name was whispered past your lips as your fingertips came to the swell of your pussy lips.

You could picture him there staring down at you, kissing you his fingers teasing you driving you wild, his tongue swirling with yours in the timeless dance of love. You were about to sink your fingers inside of yourself when there was a knock at the door making you halt your actions and look up. Rolling your eyes you stayed quiet maybe if you didn't make a sound whoever it was would just go away thinking that you weren't home, you thought it had worked but there the knocking was again, flopping your pillow over your face you groaned into it before getting up washing your hands and answering the door.  Unlocking the handle and deadbolt you opened the door being face to face with Sister Imperator once again at this point you almost swore this woman was stalking you. 

"Sister?."  You asked doing your best not to sound annoyed. "Evening, I have some-- unfortunate news for you."  -------------------------------------------- TAG LIST: Please message me if you would like to be added to the tag list! @thesoundresoundsecho @xpapaemeritus @copiasprincipessa @siouxbauhaus

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Four things I'd love from a DH1 remake are DH2-style non-lethal takedowns, a third upgrade to Blink that gives you Daud's version, NG+ that makes Knife of Dunwall and Brigmore Witches sepia-toned or black-and-white and gives them a film noir soundtrack, and different non-lethal options for Lady Boyle's Last Party. For DH2 I want another non-lethal option for The Clockwork Mansion.

Lady Boyle's Last Party:

1. Don't have Lady White and Lord Brisby feed you all the information, just subtle hints if anything. I really don't like that he just flat out tells you which sister to go after; it ruins the experience for me.

2. Corvo finds a letter opener in Lady Boyle's bedroom and slips it to her before taking her to Lord Brisby (think Daud swapping Barrister Timsh's documents). Funding a coup is bad but not "getting kidnapped and becoming a sex slave" bad. She can feed Lord Brisby to the hagfish on the way out.

3. Along with Lord Brisby telling Corvo that he's a friend of Treavor Pendleton's and part of the Loyalists, he confesses to being a supply smuggler and after the party is going past the blockade out of the city. All the food for the Hound Pits Pub and Lady Boyle's party had to come from somewhere and I doubt it was local markets.

Lord Brisby still asks Corvo to let Lady Boyle leave with him. He asks Corvo to hide her in an empty crate stashed near the boat in the cellar that he's taking back to his supply ship docked elsewhere. Once Corvo knocks Lady Boyle out and puts her in the crate it triggers a cutscene of Lord Brisby standing next to it on the boat. He thanks us for letting him save her and that he better get out of there before anyone notices they're gone. Yes I know this is just the Bundry Rothwild option again but if it can be reused for Paolo and Overseer Byrne in DH2 it's fine here.

The Clockwork Mansion:

1. The brainwashing chair reminded me of the electric chair in the Golden Cat so why not have Jindosh make an even more elaborate one? I think his punishment should be him getting knocked out in the chair then brought back to the Dreadful Wale and locked up. Maybe you could even zap the riddle's answer out of him or ask him later once he's on the boat. After Delilah is defeated he can be locked up in Coldridge, which we find out through either NPC dialogue or game notes has been reformed by Corvo so nobody has to suffer the way he did.

2. In a low chaos ending maybe you could hire him to make a solution to the whale oil crisis. If Anton "war crimes" Sokolov can be forgiven for infecting his test subjects, lying to them about it, leaving them to turn into weepers or die in his greenhouse, and supplying walls of light to Hiram Burrows, Kirin Jindosh can be let off the hook for supplying Duke Abele and Delilh with clockwork soldiers.

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Do go off about the logical fallacies in Chapter 4, I always thought something was off about it. I'm curious to know your thoughts

Oh... if you insist... (currently bouncing off the walls with excitement ask??? I love answering ask—) ahem.

I suppose I can categorize my perceptions of Chapter 4 into levels of objectivity, with the highest being "I'm sure anyone with reading comprehension can understand the point I'm making and how this logic plays out" and the lowest being "I'm just petty about this"

Disclaimer: I'm a Kokichi liker but I kinda bash the guy in here. I insist it's out of a sense of love, as in "why the hell did you do that you little—" (my point is maybe don't read this if you're too too attached to Kokichi and don't like the insinuation that he did some bad stuff. Generally I assume this is a safe topic though.)

Let's start with my most objective take!

The murder setup was kinda garbage (might rephrase this heading later) (I didn't. fight me)

I know this sounds like opinion but hear me out. This is where the phrase "logical fallacy" really comes into play.

Let's outline Chapter 4 real quick. Miu is planning to kill Kokichi, and obviously Kokichi doesn't want this.

What are Kokichi's options from here? Apparently, one of them is reusing the motive from earlier in the chapter (the truth of the outside world) on Gonta to convince him to kill Miu under the guise of a mercy kill plan. This way, Kokichi doesn't die. This is what happens.

There's a lot to be speculated about regarding Kokichi's motivation for enacting this plan, but let's take the view that, first and foremost, Kokichi did not want to die to Miu.

With that out of the way, let's move on to the next piece of this defective puzzle: Miu's motive. We can cover this in two parts:

Part 1: Miu wants to kill Kokichi to escape the academy.

We can assume this much because she tried to set up a murder that would be near impossible to solve, as she would have had power over all the information available regarding the workings of the virtual world.

Kokichi makes the point in trial 4 that Miu coerced everyone to enter the virtual world so that she could manipulate the setting of the crime completely. She wanted to set up a murder that looked like it could only have happened in real life, while withholding the information that would reveal it was possible in the virtual world.

Kokichi was the only one who knew quite a few of the finer details that allowed case 4 to be solved, and she planned to kill him anyway, meaning these details wouldn't have come to light. Since her intent was an unsolvable murder, she wanted to get away with it and escape.

Part 2: For what reason did Miu want to escape?

We can see that she wanted to change the outside world with her inventions based on her own words in Chapter 4. In a flashback of the moments before she was killed, seen in the Chapter 4 post-trial, she explains this explicitly.

Her belief is that the outside world can be saved if she can only escape back out into it. She believes this is her duty as the Ultimate Inventor.

And finally, we reach the point that the logical fallacy falls into place. If we first assume that Kokichi Oma is a cunning individual who plans things out meticulously and considers all possibilities (thus allowing him to do ridiculously clever things like plan his own, truly unsolvable murder and write an entire script of dialogue for Kaito to use in trial 5), then we can assume that his actions in Chapter 4 are reflective of what he views as his optimal plan.

And yes, in-game evidence shows that we are, in fact, to believe that Kokichi Oma is inhumanly smart and analytical. A script. A SCRIPT, with lines for every possibility he could possibly envision. It's a freaking tome of borderline clairvoyance ahksfwosfawei (as you may notice I do not like the existence of Kokichi's script. A SCRIPT. I may be a Kokichi liker but am I really supposed to believe he's a freaking clairvoyant????? like can't you clairvoyant the end of the killing game bro????? and I adfkaweoiefdfshkj)

See, the thing is... Kokichi's optimal plan, having Gonta murder Miu... is... not... optimal...

There's an alternative solution. All the pieces are in place for it to work. And the salt in the wound, the twist of the knife...

...Is that Kokichi himself already knew the mechanism I'm about to propose.

If Kokichi wanted to survive Chapter 4, he could have removed Miu's motive to leave.

Using the already planted Flashback Light in the Virtual World which contained the memories of the true outside world, Kokichi could have demotivated Miu from even killing him. Her motive was saving the outside world, and Kokichi had what would have been irrefutable evidence that the outside world was unsaveable.

This logical fallacy could be explained by reasoning that Kokichi's motive for having Miu killed was not only to survive, but what then? What would Kokichi's motive have been otherwise? Maintaining a mastermind act?

Why would he even need to do that if he could have lobotomized the killing game by letting everyone find the Flashback Light in Chapter 4 to begin with?

Maybe that means the logical fallacy stems from the ultimate use of the outside world motive in Chapter 5, when the truth of the outside world is used by Kokichi to demotivate the entire group. If, say, seeing the outside world led everyone to become bloodthirsty for some reason (?) then I guess that dodges the fallacy?(??????) It's just kind of a garbage motive in general... it didn't even work as a motive when Kokichi used it, and it demotivated the others. Makes you wonder why it was even included.

I guess my point is that the logic really doesn't add up in Chapter 4 and 5 in exchange for some thoughtless added drama. Y'know, typical writing issues stuff.

Um... I spent quite a while writing this one part up, and this is the view that I care about most, so I might split the others into another post, if I even do another one.

In case I don't, I'll just do a quick overview because they're really not nearly as necessary to explain in depth:

The cord switching bit. With the rest of the Virtual World segment riffing off of games and gaming knowledge, the dissolution of suspension of disbelief hit me like a truck when I was told to believe that Gonta reversed the cords and the whole thing basically ran fine, with just the one issue of memories not transferring back. I... am a modder. I type C007_Ki-bo instead of C007_Ki-Bo, the game crashes. Hell, even without being a modder, I have a drawing tablet with 3 cords and if I don't plug them in right, it won't do anything (duh). No way am I buying this.

Not a logical fallacy, but more of a story writing shortcoming. It kinda sucks that Gonta barely had a substantial role in this chapter despite being the culprit. He didn't plan the murder he committed, and he didn't defend himself for the murder he committed. I get that the idea was probably to make a case centered around Kokichi more than Gonta, but (and I say this as a Kokichi liker) we see enough of Mister Oma as it is. Too much, maybe even. (I mean Kokichi has Chapter 5. He DIES in the Chapter 5 case but still plays a role in the trial. And we're really gonna just have him take over trial 4 when Gonta isn't seen for the rest of the game?)

(content: discontent towards Kaito) Also not a logical fallacy. Maybe not that much of a fallacy at all. I might just be petty but I thought Kaito was cringe the whole time. (okay me and Seb literally had to get up, close the game, and go take a walk outside because we were losing it from everything Kaito was saying. DO YOU???? NOT KNOW WHAT A HYPOCRITE IS????????)

A bit of a shill I guess, but I did write two fanfics which were heavily influenced by my views on chapters 4 and 5, which tried to remedy these fallacies and others in V3. Canon-compliant Bloodied Hands renders Tsumugi the ultimate mastermind behind every murder (not just Rantaro's) with her dramatic meddling leading to the emergence of V3's logical fallacies, while The World is His takes the same premise, just diverging from canon such that Kokichi lives.

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just played the update so you all get to suffer my thoughts

Gonna preface this with I fully support and want SSO to reuse and recycle events. I love when SSO went "we're decorating the mall and Silverglade Village again for Christmas! Not changing the quests even remotely!" I loved that, I loved the feeling of 'tradition' (or something familiar to look forward to) as it happened year after year. Not to mention it made things easier on the team.

Okay, now that is out of the way:

Camp Western

I'm sorry Camp Western but you were at a disadvantage because I was not in a mood for an event, I feel like we just finished the Spring Event and I'm so tired and do not have time or brain space for an event. I also have no inventory space so anything giving me player items is not something I want to do right now because my backpack only has so much space left. But I overall really liked the western event last year, and I was like 45 XP from hitting level 27, so gonna do it.

(Yeah, level 27. It's mind boggling, idk what happened.)

I am relieved Camp Western looks to have nothing new added to it, other than new gear (which I will skip due to the "no inventory space" thing.)

Now to the actual stuff:

I feel like all the stuff that made Camp Western really cool last year isn't there anymore. Which is hard to believe because nothing changed about the event.

Coming off the Spring Event where races gave you 800 horse xp, not having anything comparable feels... lacking. I'm sure their logic is "Camp Western has unlimited Horse XP because of the gold!" which is true.

But if I wanted to run around in circles getting 2 hxp per shiny thing, I could do that in the Hollow Woods, without the threat of things attacking me. There is also wisps, rune tablets, and crafting plants to pick up.

Want to grind gold for shillings? Also not Special anymore, I can do that in Hollow Woods harvesting light or around the map picking plants without being chased. Not that being chased matters for me right now, I ended up with like 70+ beast repellents last year somehow.

Want something to do with mini games for as long as you feel like being in game? Hollow Woods, again! Or anything in game that triggers a 'cut scene' now has the same basic mini game.

300 horse XP for collecting the horses around Firgrove? Ehh, why do that when I can repeat the races around the ranch, Firgrove, or anywhere else that doesn't involve getting chased by things. 300 horse xp isn't a lot anymore when you can repeat a race, or when past events gave 800 horse xp in a single race. 800 horse xp in like a minute, or 300 horse xp that requires trading an item (albeit one that isn't hard to get) and finding the horse and dealing with dangers and leading it back? Ehh it just...

Idk. I don't want to say past events were too generous and too easy in terms of rewards, but it doesn't feel as rewarding, ya know?

Additional caveat: I have like over 3k gold from last year and over 1k summer tokens because I did all the activities and token exchanges every day, so I am rolling in tokens. However! This is exactly WHY I did that! So I could go "ehh, I don't have the time/energy/interest in this event, I got enough tokens and gold to buy what I want if a pet comes out, and I can be on my merry way."

I do like that they've increased the stack sizes for things, so all my gold can be in one stack now (and I could condense my lures and beast repellents). I also do like that it is basically a repeat. Yes, I am still calling that a net positive.

I had other complaints but they were mostly bugs unrelated to Camp Western, like hot keys not working.

Oh I'm really glad they've just gone to "season tokens" rather than having every event every year have a unique currency. That was annoying. That's not new I'm just happy about it.

Also what is this weird black cloud thing that we can hide in. I don't understand it. Do the wolves lose interest if we pass through it, do we have to stay in it, does it only work if we aren't detected already? Why does SSO insist on having like 5 different versions of a stealth mechanic and they are ALL different.

TL;DR - The neat things they tested out with Camp Western last year they added to the game permanently, which makes Camp Western not feel special anymore because you can do basically the exact same mechanics elsewhere (possibly for better/easier rewards too oopS)