#afterwards optional continue working on something or start something else

[audiovisualrecall]

Me: okay, today I am Actually going to fold and cut down paper for more sketchbooks, And I'm going to work on a painting

Also me: *catches mom's cold-thing*

I did get some paper folded and cut down.... not a Ton but some... I did 8 signatures if 3 pages each, of the 12 needed for one book.

And... I poked around working on narrowing down plants options for the front yard again... which is not what I meant to do...

[reiding-writing]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

thanks for sending this ml 🫶

fun fact, i uploaded my first ever fic on the 6th of november 2023, and over the five and a half months since then i have posted an additional 55 fics, bringing my grand total to 56 as of the 20th of april 2024 😭

here are my five favs 🫶

TRANSGRESSION

You're in love with Spencer Reid. He's in love with somebody else.

WARNINGS: SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE MAEVE ARC, LOTS of misunderstanding, Spencer is kind of a bad friend, lots of arguing, major character death

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

genre: ANGST

wc: 8.2k

a/n: this is basically just angst after angst and although technically it has an optimistic ending for the reader, poor spence does not get the same courtesy—

COPYCAT

A copycat killer recreates a notorious case that the FBI solved in 2004, and their best option for solving it comes in the form of the original killer themself, you.

PART ONE, PART TWO

pairing: s3!spencer and gn!unsub!reader

genre: mystery, crime drama

wc: 4.5k, 14.4k

a/n: it’s a two parter but i’m putting it here as one fic because it’s just one continuous story 🫶 sociopath!reader you will always be famous in my heart

JEALOUSY

6. "Don't touch me."

WARNINGS: spencer is a bit of a twat but apologises profusely afterwards, arguing, happy? ending

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

genre: angst

wc: 2.5k

a/n: part of the climacteric event that just ended a few days ago, i love making characters suffer for the sake of entertainment 🫶

FORGIVEN

You lied to him with good intentions, but when he finds out the truth he says something detrimental in the heat of the moment. After weeks of radio silence any chance of reconciliation is almost lost after you get critically injured in the field.

WARNINGS: SPOILERS FOR IAN DOYLE ARC, harsh arguments, death wishes, gun mentions, major character injury, details of gun related injury

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

genre: ANGST with a happy ending

wc: 3.7k

a/n: this has gotta be one of my top favs just because i really think i managed to hit the nail on the head for the angst part of it

LITTLE THINGS

You'd like to say that you were entirely successful in emotionally removing yourself from your coworkers, but Spencer had managed to work himself into a crack in your emotional wall and the rest of the team is starting to notice.

WARNINGS: fem!reader, reader being dismissive and cold duh

pairing: spencer reid x cold!fem!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 1.5k

a/n: i knew i wanted to add a cold!reader fic in this list, but i wasn’t sure which one, so after some deliberating ya girl settled on this one, it’s a cute introduction methinks

thanks again @cumulo-stratus for sending this my way, and fic authors please don’t hesitate to self promote even if it’s not prompted by anyone else, put yourself out there my guys

[apollabarnes]

part one // part three

thanks to @beanarie and @fiyaerrigan for cheerleading for more — hopefully this scratches that itch!

tommy's not sure how it happens, but he and athena start grabbing food once a week. sometimes it's dinner, sometimes breakfast, rarely it's lunch. they're both shift workers, so the changing schedule doesn't bother him.

it means that he has to keep going to the meetings, but… it's not so bad. if he talks, he talks around evan, because athena is close to evan and there's some things that she probably doesn't want to know. it's not as if he doesn't have a whole lifetime's worth of bad relationships to talk about.

he doesn't mention abby by name, either — that's a whole confusing mess that he just doesn't want to get into it with a member of evan's extended family.

mostly he listens, remembers, tries to use some of the reframing that they suggest.

"my dad was a real shithead," tommy says one night when he's halfway through a stack of waffles. "joining the army was just a way to get away from him."

athena makes an understanding noise, snapping her bacon in half.

they've both learned that if she talks, tommy's likely to clam up and drop the subject.

"he wrapped the car around a tree three years into my deployment," tommy continues. there had been a whole thing involving bereavement leave and a hardship transfer stateside because his mom couldn't cope afterwards. he doesn't like remembering that part, either. "it's probably the best thing he ever did with his life." tommy's still not sure whether he means killing himself or doing it in a way that meant no one else got hurt. the damage was limited to tommy and his mother, but that's been a hell of a shadow to deal with.

"i've met a few of those," athena says, after a pause to make sure tommy didn't want to add anything else.

"i'm not surprised." tommy methodically cuts a waffle along every raised imprint, popping a square into his mouth.

it's kind of like having a sponsor, he guesses. if that was something the family groups actually did. athena tells tommy how may's classes are going, that harry wants to stick around for college after he graduates. she tells him about a fire at an animal shelter that bobby had dealt with, and that buck — evan — had fostered a dog for a few days.

tommy wonders how that worked. evan had told him about hoover one night over dinner.

athena pauses mid-sentence and tommy stops her from apologising. "i can hear his name, it's fine." he's not sure how to explain that he's managed to… silo off evan from buck. evan is his ex. buck is one of athena's coworkers. hearing about buck doesn't make tommy sad, because he never really spent time with buck.

she gives him what he's dubbed the maurice stare. (he saw it a lot in the six months between bobby arriving and transferring to harbour. sees it more now.) but tommy is unflappable and therefore not bothered by it.

the standoff is broken by her phone buzzing. "that's my ride," athena tells him. "my car's in for service."

"i could have given you a ride," tommy offers before he can think better of it. "you didn't have to call an uber."

"that's cute, but i called my husband."

tommy breathes in. doesn't react. can feel the tension coiling around the base of his spine. "tell bobby…"

"he's not coming in, tommy," athena reassures him. "i told him i was grabbing food with someone from work."

tommy thinks about that. they're not in front of the windows, and his back is towards the door. the chances of bobby seeing or recognizing him are definitely lower than they would be if tommy showed up in his truck to drop athena off. and if bobby looks around the parking lot, well, how many grey trucks are in los angeles?

he'd still prefer the drop-off option.

"it's not like you need to keep this a secret," tommy says instead, even though every fiber of his being is screaming that he doesn't want anyone to know. that he doesn't want bobby, specifically, to know, because once he knows it's only a matter of time before the rest of the firehouse finds out.

"of course i don't, tommy. same time next week."

[cycat-carisi]

Take From Me My Lace

Pairing: Hetty x Trevor

Summary: Trevor learns about Hetty's most well-kept secret. (Takes place sometime before "Holes Are Bad".)

Tags/warnings: Spoilers for CBS Ghosts 3x08 "Holes Are Bad", some pg content, (implied) suicide.

Words: 1026

A/N: Heyyo! I'm new around here *waves frantically* I've been watching the show casually for 2 seasons. A rerun of the episode where Pete meets his grandkid SOLD me hard, and then the whole Tretty/H-Money affair started up, and I was a total goner, lol.

After watching "Holes Are Bad" I'm on the side that's convinced that Trevor knew. The look on his face, I think, is more sympathetic as if he's sad on her behalf that she had to reveal her secret, and not even on her own time. And when the other ghosts talk to Trevor afterwards, it feels like he's covering up what he knew.

So yeah, long story short, all of that inspired this little fic thing. I have not read any other fics in this fandom yet, but needed to get this out in the world to help kick off my full-blown obsession 😁🫶🏼

AO3: link (or below the cut!)

The pulse point just beneath her jawline.

He would never admit it out loud, but that was Trevor's favourite place to kiss Hetty. He loved that spot because his tender touch would send her eyes fluttering shut amidst hushed moans.

At first Hetty was apprehensive when Trevor's lips would trail close to the intricate neckline of her dress. Yet, as their relationship progressed, Hetty allowed Trevor to explore more and more of the places she had never let anyone else reach.

Still, most nights she would redirect Trevor's affections when his lips strayed even a little too far down towards the lacy seam. Trevor initially wrote off the abrupt change simply as Hetty's insatiable passion taking over, until one night he finally learned the truth.

"Mmm, Trevor," Hetty sighs, her voice heavy with sleep. Limbs tangled with hers, Trevor continues his ministrations, enjoying the feel of her soft murmurs echoing under his lips. "Ready for round two, are we?" quips the Victorian woman as she rouses from her slumber.

"Just lemme make you feel good instead," Trevor insists as he finds the spot beneath Hetty's ear that makes her keen.

She instantly gives in when his hand trails up the front of her corset, arriving to cradle her face. His thumb rubs delicately along the apple of her cheek while Trevor leans overtop his lover to place a languid kiss to her plush lips.

Hetty arches into the kiss, groaning when Trevor begins to trail his lips down to her pulse point. One of her hands grips his shoulder while the other seeks purchase in his styled hair. "Don't stop," she whispers when Trevor suckles lightly on the tender flesh beneath her jawline. And who is he to say no?

Trevor moves his lips inch by tantalizing inch along her neck, pausing to nip and lave his tongue over her ivory skin. He works further down towards the delicate lacework, and this time, without realization, Hetty tilts her head back to grant her lover greater access.

With her fiery red tresses pressed into the pillow, Trevor takes advantage, soothing her features with his thumb and slowly navigating his fingertips underneath the lace.

He feels it at the same time that she does.

Hetty's bright eyes fly open. She recoils, panic surging through her as she scoots herself up towards the headboard.

Trevor pulls back, startled; concern is written all over his face. "Hetty," he speaks gently. "What was that?"

The Victorian woman's vision turns glassy. She has kept her secret for so long, and now she has slipped up. She could lie. She could run. She could get angry at her pantless, horny lover. But she knows that none of those options would be fair. She is just as responsible for their affair as he is, and she concedes that this moment was ultimately inevitable.

Hetty swallows hard; fear and something akin to defeat are etched deep into her features.

Trevor leans in cautiously, his hand coming to rest reassuringly upon her clothed thigh. He sits patiently, waiting for her to be ready to speak.

"Ohh hoo," she exhales shakily, shifting to sit up further. His dark eyes never leave hers as she does. Except instead of speaking, Hetty simply reaches upwards, and her nimble fingers work to roll down the lacy fabric.

Trevor's brows pinch, and his heart sinks when the bruises and golden cord come into view.

Hetty scrunches her eyes closed, bracing herself for judgement–for Trevor to draw back in disgust. Instead, a soft voice engulfs her. "Oh, darling, I'm so sorry."

What Hetty sees when she opens her eyes is a handsome face laden with tenderness. There is no aversion, only warmth. And so, Hetty Woodstone, for the first time in the 120 years since her death, confesses the truth surrounding that fateful day.

Trevor listens attentively as the headstrong woman he is familiar with suddenly becomes so vulnerable, revealing her shame and deepest regrets. And as he takes in her words, Trevor feels privileged that Hetty–his Hetty–trusts him enough to bear her soul to him in this way.

Trevor allows her to speak until she has said all that she needs to. And somehow, Hetty finds her hands in his–an anchor to keep her from drifting away.

"Thank you, Trevor," she concludes, voice low and crestfallen. "Thank you for listening."

"You don't have to thank me, Hetty," Trevor soothes. "I just wish you had told me sooner so I could’ve been here for you."

Hetty gazes deeply into Trevor's eyes. Details leading up to his own death had been a secretive topic for the man who hides his compassion beneath a frat-boy persona. Hetty came to understand that part of him, and now Trevor is privy to a similar part of her. "You are here now, and that is more than I could ask for," she replies with a small smile.

Trevor nods, bringing the back of her hand up to his lips.

"Just… please don't let on you know." Hetty whispers, her eyes brimming with the desperation of her plea.

Trevor gives her hands a gentle squeeze. "Your secret is safe with me."

The pair's gazes fix as they drink one another in. The moment is raw, unveiling, and somehow deeply intimate.

Hetty's eyes fall to Trevor's lips. She begins to tilt her body toward his when Trevor decides to break the silence. He wants to hold her, wants to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, and to kiss away the pain she has locked deep inside herself. Instead, he murmurs, "Does it still hurt?"

Hetty feels Trevor’s breath tickle her lips. She pauses for a moment before answering solemnly. "A dull ache that never truly leaves."

Hetty nods, and Trevor slowly closes the distance between them. His nose grazes against her jawline before warm lips softly meet the bruises encircling her neck. Trevor's movements are gentle; there is no lust, only affection, and something that borders on the line of love.

Trevor draws nearer. "May I?" He asks, eyelashes flickering as he drags his gaze between her collar and the ocean swirls of her irises.

Feedback is loved 🥰

[helixobesity]

Stay in Bed

That’s what the doctor told you to do after all. Hell even when the world was locked down you couldn’t stay still, always working out, finding something to keep yourself occupied. There was never a second you stayed still since you wanted to watch your weight, your friends might have let themselves go but you were determined not to let that happen then and kept that mentality for years to come.

Of course that was before you had a little accident.

It was just a simple slip and fall, you even got right up afterwards. It wasn’t long until a quick doctors visit told you to stay off your leg for the next 12 weeks as it healed. Now, you were stuck at home, needing to stay in bed as much as possible.

The first week was horribly boring, working from home wasn’t an option for you for the time being. Of course you spent the time reading, watching shows, movie and whatever else. Then your stomach quietly growled. You still had plenty at home to continue your extremely healthy diet… for a few days. Then you were forced to turn to takeout and delivery. That’s when it started.

Maybe it was something deep inside you finally being let out or something else new all together. You started to gorge yourself day in and day out. As the days turned to weeks, eating was your new way to cope with boredom and you loved it. A box of snack cakes wouldn’t last more than a few hours, pizza deliveries that were once a cheap day became daily. From small to medium to large.

3 weeks in now as your belly, once toned and slim, laid in your lap round and full, you knew you shouldn’t be eating this much. Yet you couldn’t help yourself. You didn’t realize it but gluttony had already taken hold of you. Your arms lost definition, your cheeks began to fill out a bit more, and your chin began to double just a smidge. You needed to eat more.

Soon enough though, the change had already been finalized. 12 weeks came and went. You were fat now. You’d outgrown all your clothes, you’d gained more weight than you thought possible. You weren’t going to stop now. Your life became a cycle of obesity, overeating and gaining more weight. All it took was one small misstep, and your life changed for the better.

So why don’t you stay in bed and eat more for me like a good piggy~

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[theyellowvest]

Could you write something nice about Misty helping Van out with goalie practice? Van teasing her but actually is a friend/they bond? They have everyone in the show be mean to Misty I just want her to have a fun friend moment on the team.

Everyone else was at the mid-way point on the field working on settling the ball from punts. It was one of Van’s favorite drills because there was a pure rush for her only objective being to launch the ball as hard as she possibly could across the field and watching everyone else scrambling to go after it. It also meant that there was limited conversation to be had since the people she normally chatted with were 50 yards away, and Van did love to chat. Fortunately, at least there was one other person around that she could chat with. 

There was something to be said about the bond a goalie and equipment manager could form over the course of the season. Some people would call it proximity bias. The less generous would call in Stockholm syndrome. Regardless, Misty was acting as a bit of a bright spot in the past half hour of goal box induced isolation. 

Van punted the ball and watched Lottie and Melissa compete to see who would get there first. They were both shouldering each other until Lottie used her lanky limbs to take a step ahead of Melissa and settle it with her chest before it fell down to her feet where she kicked it out to Robin who routinely kicked it back toward the goal box area. It lost most of its momentum by the time it got back to them. Van had to jog out a bit to retrieve it before taking it back with her. 

She gave it a quick tap back into the goal and Misty tossed her another ball. Van punted again.  

“Did you take notes in health class today?” Van asked.

Misty startled to attention “Of course I did. I don’t think we give smoking enough credit for all the damage it's doing to our environment-”

“Can I copy them?” Van gave Misty a quick glance. 

Misty scoffed. Van wasn’t normally a good student. In fact, Misty would firmly put her in a category with Nat where the only reason they bothered passing their classes was so they wouldn’t get kicked off of the team. Misty just wasn’t her normal solution. 

“Don’t you normally just copy off of Tai’s work?”. Another ball returned to them. Misty did an awkward jog out to go retrieve it. 

“I promised her I’d start taking the class more seriously and do it myself”

“But you’re asking for my notes?”

“Okay well I may have told her a little lie and don’t want to have her lecture me about it”

“I can help you with them,” Misty offered. Van scowled at the offer. Misty continued “Have you started the project that’s due Tuesday?”. 

“Right… project” Van said. Van slammed another ball out. She paid attention to the results this time since she could see Tai next in the lineup. Even fifty yards away her girlfriend looked beautiful, if not a little blurry. Tai left Mari in the dust with her efficiency. 

“I know!” Misty pitched “How about we meet up this weekend and I will walk you through everything you need to do. We could go to the library and get smoothies afterwards”.

Van heavily weighed her options and did not hide the mixed emotions from her expressions. On one hand, spending her weekend with Misty Quigley doing homework at the library sounded like a sort of purgatory for a new kind of sin she invented and now had to repent for. On the other hand, she had no idea what she was going to do about it otherwise besides piss Tai off asking for her help instead. 

“You sure you don’t have any hot dates you’re giving up for this?” Van teased. 

Misty shrugged “No. I am definitely free. This is going to be so much fun!”. 

“If you say so,” Van shrugged. It was needed though. Even if she could get on her last nerve, Misty was still there when she needed it. Plus, literally anything was better than sitting around the house with her mom on a Saturday. “Thanks,” Van said, barely above a whisper. She didn’t need Misty getting a big head about it, or maybe Van was just scared of being genuine. Besides, maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

[cherryxblossxms]

Masturbation May - Day 6b: Mutual Masturbation (Toji Fushiguro)

A/N: I believe Toji was suggested for day 6 by @vampnyx! Idk why, I felt the need to make both fics for this prompt on the mean end haha. Dirty talking Toji is my guilty pleasure

Featuring: GN reader || Toji x reader

Warnings: mutual masturbation, angry Toji to mean Toji, mention of a ruined orgasm, dacryphilia, use of sex toy (dildo/vibrator) by reader and then on reader by Toji, pet names, dirty talk/talking through orgasm, overstimulation, cumshot on body

Word count: 2000

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You knew you were fucked, but not in the way you'd like to be. For whatever reason, you'd gotten it in your mind to tease Toji, play him like a fiddle during sex as if he wouldn't wreck you immediately afterwards for it. Of course, he'd argue it was less teasing and more of a death wish when you'd accidentally ruined his orgasm while you were riding him on the couch.

Just as his thighs had tensed and his eyes had fluttered shut, you'd suddenly lifted your body off of him, his cock slipping out of you and slapping wetly against his stomach with its weight. You'd intended to simply edge him, drive him a little crazy so he'd fuck you even harder. But your timing had been off, just a few seconds too late, and you could only watch, mesmerized, as his cock jumped against his body and slowly oozed his release. The tensing of his stomach and throaty "fuck" he grumbled was so incredibly hot, and it distracted you too late from the fire of rage that lit up in his eyes.

Before you knew what was happening, Toji had you flipped over on the couch onto your back, his hulking figure bearing over you as he growled out at you, "What the fuck was that?" His hands were holding your wrists up against the couch, keeping you pinned.

You'd seen him pissed before, but never towards you, at least not to this extent. Your blood felt frozen in your veins, and for a moment you couldn't even respond. The orgasm that he'd been building up in you was nowhere to be seen.

"What, you think it's fun to play games with me, huh?" he asked, still waiting on your response, and you forced your mouth to start working before he would get any angrier.

"N-No, I didn't mean to do that, I swear," you stuttered. "I just wanted to tease you a little bit, I-I didn't mean for it to go that far, I'm sorry!" You struggled a little, hoping he'd ease up on your aching wrists, but his grip stayed strong.

Toji could see you were genuine, a little fear in your eyes as he saw tears start to well up. Part of him wanted to ease back, he never wanted to actually scare you off; you two had spent a long time getting used to each other and it was a fight for him to win your heart. But fuck if your tears weren't pretty, and his body ached for a real orgasm, still eager for more, now that you'd awoken a beast.

He considered his options. He wanted to continue fucking you, make sure you took his seed like he'd wanted originally before your poor decision ruined that. But you thought you were sly enough to play games with him like that, and not expect him to get revenge? You were sorely mistaken. He broke out into a grin, but it was a predator's grin, sending a shiver through you.

"All right, fine, I'll forgive you," he started, finally easing back on your wrists as he sat back on the couch. You followed him up slowly, tentatively. Although he didn't look quite as scary as a minute ago, you still felt a sense of unease in your chest, anticipating something else, and your instincts were right as he continued. "But first, you're gonna fuck yourself for me."

With that, he got up without waiting for response and went into your shared bedroom. When he returned, he was holding something that you couldn't see until he sat down on the couch with you again, tossing it to you. You managed to catch it and your breath caught as you realized he'd brought your vibrator, something you hadn't used in ages because, why would you? When you have Toji right there to fulfill all of your needs and more?

You couldn't help but glance up at Toji, who had a feral look in his eyes and a dangerous smirk on his face, accented by the scar across his lips.

"C'mon, sweet cheeks. I know you didn't cum yet," he said. "You want me to fuck you again, you gotta make yourself cum on that first."

You knew you were fucked. Although you still appreciated your toy, being a bit of a more expensive purchase with fancy settings, the reason you didn't use it anymore wasn't just because Toji dicked you down often enough by himself. It was because the toy no longer did anything for you, probably because of getting used to Toji. It simply didn't scratch the itch anymore, now just useful for prep rather than the main event. You might be able to cum from it, but it wouldn't be easy. Knowing this, all you could do was give your affirmative and try to give it your best shot.

"Good. Now lean back. I wanna see that cute hole while you fuck yourself."

You could feel your face heat up from his crass words, but you complied, leaning back against the arm of the couch. Luckily, you were still covered in your juices and lube from just earlier, so you tentatively rubbed the toy up against your body, doing your best to arouse yourself again. Thankfully, it worked, as some part of you remembered the feel of the toy and the wonders it had worked. Toji's body seemed to be reacting to your actions, as well, as you saw his cock bobbing eagerly again.

You would have asked what Toji was going to do in the meantime, but your question was answered wordlessly as his large hand reached up to wrap around his cock.

"Hey." His tone made your eyes shoot up, making eye contact. "I said fuck yourself, not ogle me. You want this, you keep moving," he said.

"Sorry," you mumbled, and you continued your work, rubbing the toy more against your arousal, dipping down to your hole and subsequently wetting the end of the toy. After a moment, you started to ease the toy in, sighing in pleasure as it slid in easily. Just as you suspected, it didn't reach nearly as deep as Toji's dick did. But you'd dug this hole for yourself, and you were going to get out of it somehow.

Now that you'd inserted the toy, you started to move it, working up to a moderate pace. Toji, pleased that you were following instructions, followed suit and started pumping his cock. He matched your movements, imagining it was his cock that was in you, fucking you at a controlled pace with deep thrusts that he knew would drive you nuts and keep you on edge for a while.

After a moment, he realized that the toy wasn't on and frowned. Your eyes had shut as you worked the toy into your hole, so he decided to lean forward and pressed the first button, starting the toy up.

As the basic vibration settings started, you jolted in surprise and let out a short moan, clamping down on the toy. The toy had a rotating head along with the vibration, and immediately you could feel it now poke along your favorite spots. Opening your eyes, you looked down to simply look at the toy, but your eyes caught on Toji working his dick, and you could practically moan again.

Toji knew he was hot, you'd made it clear how much you liked all of his features, scars and all, and he was a damn picture now as he sat across from you. Both of your eyes were glued on the core of the other person, his eyes hooded as he stared blatantly at your toy shaking and moving in and out of your wet hole. And you couldn't seem to tear your eyes away from his dick as his massive hand pumped it in time with you. It was a wonder how that thing ever fit inside you.

Your pleasure was rapidly climbing, but it still seemed to plateau after a moment, leaving you on a torturous level of pleasure. You increased the vibrations which helped at first, but soon you were back at the same place. Not quite enough to cum, and not quite enough to calm down yet. You didn't even have to say anything, Toji's smirk as your eyes caught his told you he knew exactly how you were feeling.

"What's wrong, baby, is it not what you wanted?" He asked, knowing full well what your answer was.

You could only nod, still trying in vain to use the toy.

"Well, you're not getting this—" he shook his cock for emphasis "—until you cum on your pathetic little toy. And you want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"Please, Toji," you responded, nodding again.

"Fine, I'll help you out," he said, piquing your curiosity. "Just picture it's me instead, fucking your tight little hole. I can't wait for you to get off on that thing so I can fuck you properly, bounce you on my cock until you can't think of anything but me. Gonna fill you up with my cum, make sure you're ruined for anyone else but me.."

You hadn't expected Toji to talk you through your pleasure, especially after what you did to him. But just like it always did, it definitely spiked your pleasure levels off the charts. Although the toy by itself wasn't exciting, the combination of his dirty words and the toy finally brought you to the edge. You could barely make out Toji's figure, but you just managed to register how hard he was fucking his fist now, close to the edge as well.

"I— I'm gonna cum," you gasped out, trying to hold off now until his okay.

"Fucking finally, cum for me," Toji growled out.

Your body obeyed his words almost immediately, and your body convulsed as your orgasm ripped through you, crying out in pleasure. Through the buzzing in your ears, you faintly heard Toji grunting close by before feeling hot liquid shoot across your belly and chest, realizing a second later he'd cum on you.

You went to turn off the toy, the lapse of vibrations giving your body a moment of peace as it stayed inside you. But it was interrupted as a large hand covered your own and pressed the button on your toy, restarting it. You couldn't help the jolt, now sensitive, and a moan fell out of your mouth before Toji's lips slotted against yours, muffling you. He took over the toy, pumping it in and out of you as you shook from overstimulation, your hands scrambling to hold onto something for dear life. After a long moment, he finally turned off the toy and slid it out of you slowly, backing up on the couch to take in the picture of your hazy eyes and quivering thighs that were covered in the lube and your juices, the way you were still clenching around nothing in the aftershocks.

He gave you a blessed moment of rest, but it didn't last long before he was picking you up and setting you in his lap, your weak thighs straddling his hips. You looked up at him and saw a serious expression on his face.

"See? That's what you get when you play games with me. What do you have to say?" he asked, clear eyes locked on yours.

"I'm sorry, Toji," was all you could reply, but you knew you were already forgiven, especially when a smile broke out on his face. He leaned down to kiss you, and you let yourself melt into him as your lips met. It was a sweet moment, at least until you felt something very familiar, hard and hot, pressing against your inner thigh, and you drew back in surprise. Toji's smile stayed on, but it was full of mischief now as his hands held your hips in an iron grip.

"What, you thought we were done?"

[indigostudies]

so, you're taking a class and you hate it: how to make a bad class suck less

as i struggle through my spring quarter classes, i thought i may as well make a post about something currently relevant to me: taking classes that you don't like.

maybe you're taking a degree or distribution requirement; maybe you signed up for a class because it's exactly in your field of interest, but the professor is a really bad lecturer (not that this is personal experience or anything); maybe, you just...........don't enjoy your class for whatever reason.

so, you have two options: drop the class, or continue on.

since you're reading this post, i assume you can't drop the class for whatever reason—something from above, or maybe something else. i'm not going to judge you! but here's some things that, in my experience, have made bad classes, well, less bad (in no particular order).

one: find ways to make your time before and after the class in question as enjoyable as possible. likely this class drains your energy horribly—so doing something that makes you happy or calms you down before the class, and something to destress afterwards, you'll feel a bit better almost immediately. this can, in my experience, take me from hating an entire day of my week, to being frustrated but able to deal with it. examples of things i do, depending on my energy levels and time:

take a nap

read some of a book

draw

take a walk

write

two: schedule your week so you finish everything up until the day of the class (both for that class and your others) before the day of the class. for me, there's nothing more stressful than getting out of my second to last class, and realising i still have to do five types of homework before i can even think of relaxing or calming myself down about the class i'm dreading—assuming i even have any time to do so! this is a more long-term strategy, so if you can, you should start to do this as soon as possible. for me, this looks like making to do lists on my blog to keep myself accountable, or setting alarms to remind myself to do things (since i'm not very good at keeping a planner).

three: talking to your friends or family! the power of complaining before or after a really draining experience can be very cathartic. oftentimes, your friends or family will be very sympathetic to your frustrations. they can also help distract you if you need it!

four: somewhat similar to one—reward yourself for making it through the class! on wednesdays after my dreaded class, i buy myself a cookie and watch bad book reviews, because i am both food- and gossip-motivated.

five: keep on top of classwork. if nothing else, you have to make sure you don't fall behind in your least favourite class. it'll make everything feel fifty times worse. if you have a required presentation and a final project, start working on them or thinking about what/how you're going to do them as soon as you find out about them. get these done as soon as possible, or at least start working on them, so that when the due-date approaches you don't panic.

hopefully my experiences will help you!

[tiramisusbakery]

The Auction pt. 1

Summary: Hidden Inventory Gojo and Geto play sorcerer save-a-ho {lol} a little too close to the sun and end up as love rivals to a girl from the Red Light. Leaving their little world of sorcery in the mountains, they sneak out to Tokyo, a city budding with a new thing called...quirks?

(no MHA characters btw just a slight universe clash)

So...the quirk thing is weird, but they're not asking questions, as long as they get in the club. Taking a dip into underworld affairs to test their luck, they are forced into a world of glitz, glam, and organized crime, sacrificing much more than money (but still a lot of fuckin money) to save the object of their affection from dire circumstances and win her love. MINORS DNI

#BLACKOC #jjk #Gojosatoru #Gojo #GetoSuguru #Geto #NSFW #MHAOC

Warnings: NSFW, Teens in adult situations (what else is new in jjk tbh), violence, cursing, underage alcohol consumption

OPTIONAL READ: Lore Recap for the world surrounding this fic; What started as a fun rebellious game of sneaking out from Jujutsu High to party (Gojo) and trying to do damage control as a result, only to get mixed up in the same world himself (Geto) turns into a sex addiction, a secret love affair, and a complicated set of Red Light District politics for our boys. On a night out meeting his favorite call girl, Tira, Gojo finds himself intrigued instead by her mentee, Angie, a mysterious escort with enormous wings (and something called a quirk?) Geto, looking for Gojo, found Angie first and shared a short...yet intimate...exchange with her before she sends him on his way back to JJH. Afterward, she shares a passionate night with her sensei and Geto's best friend, Gojo. Her first night as a fully fledged escort is a success! Yet, little does she know, she has become the object of the affection of the two strongest sorcerers alive.

Enjoy~

"I think i'm in love" Angie whispered aloud, more to herself than Tira, her sensei, who sat across from her at the bright makeup table.

Tira flinched, missing her nail, and sticky bright- red polish from the set she'd been working on dribbled down her index finger, dolloping onto the glossy vanity instead.

"Oh, hun."

"Why do you sound like I just told you my nana died?" Angie blinked at her from the chaise sofa that she had strewn herself across since returning from the meet and greet. 

Tira heaved a sigh, throwing her head back and letting her hair tumble down her shoulders to dust the floorboards. She met the girl's wide-eyed stare through heavy lids.

"She might as well have, babes. Please don't take this the wrong way, but you need to prioritize."

Angie avoided her gaze, and Tira felt an uncomfortable twinge in her chest for all of a second. She had a feeling she knew who it was, but what if…?

"Okay, i'll bite. Who are you in love with?"

The younger woman puffed her cheeks, prodding her pointer fingers together in quiet apprehension. "Suguru"

Tira straightened, attending to her drying manicure as if the twinge had never occured. She tried to remain neutral as she thanked her lucky stars.

"Mhmmm, Suguru." She hummed. "You mean the hot best friend of heartthrob Gojo Satoru, whom you fucked last week?"

Angie waited a beat before nodding. Tira didn't even wait to meet her eyes in the mirror before continuing.

"Suguru, whom you've fucked a total of one and a half times, only seen at night under neon lamps, and don't even know what he does for a living?"

"What was that slime monster?"

"Exactly."

"But they're just heroes! Really…weird heroes."

Tira tsked, and it was the first time Angie felt her age with the woman since they'd met. "What did I say about letting men play hero with you?"

"But he's not playing-"

"He's as serious as a 16 year old boy can be. Which, believe you me, is playing. Playing hero, noirette."

Tira felt as though she could hear Angie's heart break, and decided to change her approach.

"Little bird, when is he coming back?"

"Dunno." She muttered. Tira turned to find the girl's face in her hands, her newly defined curls curtaining her no doubt reddened complexion.

"Wanna see?"

Angie didn't react.

Whipping out her phone, Tira tapped a few keys. In just one ring came the bedroom voice of her favorite romp.

"Ye-llow~"

"Blue" she purred.

The phone went silent. Then a word, on a voice that wavered ever so slightly with boyish glee.

"Tira?" Satoru asked in disbelief.

"Its me. I need a favor."

"A-anything! Uh, well almost anything. Yes?"

"I need to know the next time you and your friend plan to come to the district together, a few days in advance. Is that alright?"

"Uh, sure. Why?"

"No questions. Just be sure to have some serious bread next time I see you. Tell your pal to empty his sock drawer. We're gonna play a little game."

Tira clapped the phone shut, and tossed it onto the counter.

Angie watched the device skitter until it stopped.

"Good. Now all we need is to choreograph"

"Choreograph? Wha-"

"Your mimic dance, of course. The one you'll do on Geto and Gojo when they bid on you."

"When they do WHAT?"

Tira was up from her chair in a moment, bouncing toward her charge with the glee of a girl half her age. 

"When they bid, my love! They're going to bid to claim you. Only one of them can, now, since they're best friends. The other will be forbidden from booking with you forever!” 

She paused.

“Or at least until you’re fully on the market and can choose your own clients, which won’t be for years. We'll see who is in love with who then~"

Angie's jaw dropped, her heart kicking in her chest at the sudden adrenaline that Tira had injected into her bloodstream.

"No. No! What if Geto can't out-bid Gojo?"

"He can and will."

"But Gojo has money. Like, old money. What if he screws him over?"

"He wouldn't do that if his friend was really in love with you"

"But what if he's not?"

"Aha! There it is."

Angie closed her wings around herself and hid in the bundle of feathers as if huddling against a strong wind. Her breathing softened to a light coo as she attempted to steady her anxious pulse.

Tira's heart skipped a beat at the sight of the scared girl. Hesitating, the woman dropped to her knees before her, and took her hands from beneath the plumage of her wings, massaging them in her own.

"Angie, baby?" She cocked her head to the side, her grin softening to one of sympathy. "You're scared, huh?"

"Yes." Her voice was muffled and small.

"Baby, this is an exercise in maturity. See this as a win win win. You get to find out if he shares your feelings without ever revealing your own, you get showered in cash, and you don't even have to show skin. Plus, nothing clears my head like a good auction."

Wait a minute, auction? Wasn't there a big one coming up? Screw the mimic dance, she might be able to make Angie a star. 

But was she ready?

"But if he loses he can't ever book with me again" the girl sniffled.

"If he loses, he'll just have to find a way to love you for free, Raven."

The girl parted her wings and a sliver of light danced in her wet, owlette-like eyes.

"You're so smart"

Tira rested her head in the girl's lap.

"I know."

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For the next three weeks, Tira strictly forbade Angie from contacting her boo-thang, and put her under rigorous training for her one shining moment as a prize between the two boys.

According to Tira, this was her first test in distinguishing work from play, where she would need to be okay being an ultimatum, a genuine variable to someone's life and limb. It was the pride and joy of geishas to move their audience beyond recognition with their art, and she needed to be worthy of that.

And beyond anything else, it was her duty to make him suffer, Tira had said- especially since he'd had the audacity to make her fall in love with him.

"These boys are brothers in arms. Why should you be what comes between them?" Tira snapped, tapping a closed fan sharply to her student's protruding hip.

This time, Angie was balancing a short stack of books on her head, atop them a teacup filled with hot tea. The steam wafted from the cup as she watched it in the full length mirror before her, reminding her of the imminent danger of dropping it.

"W-well"

"Don't hesitate. Why would one of them choose you over the other?"

"Because I am not a want."

"What are you?"

"A need"

"Yes." Tira clapped her fan and Angela posed in the second formation that had been taught to her, where she popped her chest and tucked her stomach, her fingers pinched delicately above her head and the heels of her feet raised up from the ground. She met her own eyes in the mirror, not spilling a drop of tea.

"Why should they spend their life savings, their allowance, the very last penny of their piggy bank on you?"

"Because it was never theirs, it was mine from the day they met me."

"Good!" She clapped her fan once more, and Angie adjusted in time with her command.

Tira clapped her fan, posing, adjusting, and instructing Angie until she was exhausted, and even beyond. She made the girl go days in heels until the blisters became part of her feet, and spoke to her with the kind of instruction an old madame might have given a disobedient upstart. 

And then came the choreography. Angie had been bent, bounced, and broken until she could execute every move to perfection. She was up practicing at dawn, and didn't stop until her shift every night.

Angie didn't know if she regretted telling the girl about her feelings, but if this didn't end soon, she thought she would take them back.

Angela laid flat on her back on her Sensei's plush mattress, much softer than her own last-minute sleeping arrangements, and absentmindedly addressed the burn marks in the ceiling above her as they wound the periphery of the room, looking desperately for a distraction from the stinging in her feet. She wasn't sure if Tira would be back from her last call of the night soon, and was worried to be found slacking, but the worry didn't overpower the exhaustion. 

"Ooooh what am I gonna do~" she moaned.

Her breasts were swollen in her loose grasp, having been heavy and burdened ever since she'd begun to tighten up about weaning Miku. She didn't know why she couldn't just keep letting her baby nurse- it felt better for both of them, anyway.

Well, that was a lie. She knew why, it was so she could finally move up the ranks from a rookie geisha to a full performer by her next birthday. It would make her and Miku more money, and she'd finally be able to rent her own place in the Playground. Her baby couldn't be attached to her the way she was now, or she'd be stuck until her daughter could talk.

Prodding delicately at her puffy nipples, she closed her eyes and pictured first holding Miku to them to relieve the pain, and then Geto. 

Geto could…help instead…she thought blearily, her eyes fluttering a few times before she finally drifted.

She didn't know that she'd fallen asleep until a light tap on her nose pulled her out of her stupor. Peering up into the lamp-lit halo above her, she saw her instructor's pursed, plum colored lips and arresting brown eyes, appraising her as if she were a curator and her charge a work of art.

"You're ready."

Angie's mouth snapped open and she sat up in the lush bed, holding the sheets to her chin. "How can you tell?"

Tira shrugged. It was the most juvenile movement Angie had seen her make in weeks. "I just can. Look at how you sat up, no haste. How you woke from your sleep, so graceful. Stand for me."

Angie did as she was told without a second thought, as if her body moved on its own. She swept up from the bed lightly, her posture tall, and floated to the space before Tira as if she materialized there.

Her feet hurt but her discipline had taught her to stand tall anyway. Tira circled her once, stood back, and hummed in approval.

"Yeah" Tira smiled, her eyes crinkling in the corners with a surprising melancholy. Angie wondered how much sleep she'd gotten herself over the span of her student's training. If she'd been suffering too, she hadn't let on even once. "You can feel it, too, right?" She murmured, "You're more womanly."

"I don't believe that I have changed that quickly-"

"Listen to you! I don't believe~" she held a petite hand to her lips and laughed breathily. "You sound like you have tea with the Emperor at 2pm. What do you say, shall we check in on the boys?"

"No. We shouldn't."

Tira nodded. She'd passed the test.

"Mmm there's a hot spring nearby. Let's celebrate with a late night dip, hm?" 

Angie felt a twinge in her stomach, then again, lower. Tira's eyes sparkled like pools of honey in the golden light of her candelabra as she waited for her response.

Angie let her eyes search her instructor's, tapping her cheek to draw out the moment before finally agreeing. 

"Yes, let's."

[NSFW YURI INCOMING]

The hot water felt like heaven on her weary limbs as she stretched her wings in the deep pool. She sank up to her shoulders in the delicious water, which had been mixed with a fragrant lavender oil at Tira's request. Her hair was free of her usual puffs, the coils tickling her shoulder blades as they soaked up the water.

She felt the urge to swim, but was scared to do anything that might make her seem juvenile enough to be put back in training. Instead, she dunked a cupped hand into the pool and ran it on her face and neck.

"Ahhhh~" she sighed, the last cool air of her lungs escaping into the humid room.

She was alone though, waiting anxiously for Tira to tie up her boundless hair in the changing room so that it wouldn't gain ten pounds in water weight the second she stepped into the pool. It made sense, but Angie watched the door for her anyway, trying her best to suppress the hammer in her chest when the woman finally revealed her naked form.

Her complexion like honey butter all the way down, with not a blemish to be seen, Angie watched Tira slink opposite her into the hottub, her supple curves slicing the water in two. Her large breasts buoyed themselves on the surface, and she stretched her arms above her head in languid yawn that was somehow both sensual and completely self indulgent.

Angie averted her gaze, realizing she'd been staring.

"So you do like women," Tira hummed.

Angie started.

"Yes."

"I love that you give me straight answers now," she smiled, and dimples pricked her cheeks. Did she always have dimples?

"Thank you, sensei"

"You're welcome, darling." The older woman leaned across the water, and her wet cleavage tilted toward her charge. "But I'm still just Tira. We're past all that, remember?"

Angie nodded and Tira slunk to her side, slinging an arm over her shoulder. 

"Although, I would like to call you imouto- chan, if that's okay?"

"It's okay," Angie was painfully aware of Tira's naked thigh pressing against her own under the water.

She refused to meet Tira's questioning gaze. A slow smile spread across the woman's lipstick- stained lips, a mischievous expression taking hold on her face.

"Or would you prefer something else?" 

Her arm dropped. A squeeze on Angie's upper thigh sent her heart racing. Her lungs tightened, and she couldn't breathe. None of it showed on her face.

Angie cut her eyes at the woman experimentally.

"Well, Onii- chan~" she paused, thinking. She took pleasure in Tira's widening eyes.

"Could you call me your pretty bird again?" She whispered after a beat, moving Tira's hand to her narrow waist. She couldn't believe her boldness, and couldn't believe how quickly she'd adapted either.

Tira faced her head on. 

Tira's heart shaped face was framed by long, silky tresses that stuck to her cheeks from the humidity, her large top bun crowning her head in its giant coil. Her long lashes were beaded with water, and her brown eyes glimmered like quartz. The whole image affirmed in Angie's head that her stage name "Empress" was no accident.

"Oh really, you want me to call you Pretty bird?" she sang. She leaned in, and when Angie didn't pull away, she placed a quick, wet kiss on Angie's lips. "Mmm" she licked her lips as if she'd tasted like candy. "Such a pretty bird, my imouto-chan is." She kissed her again. "My pretty, pretty…"

Another kiss, and this time Angie didn't let her pull away.

The women's bodies pressed together in the water, fitting together like the pieces of a puzzle. They drew together like magnets, their soft flesh spreading the oil along each other's skin in ferver as their tongues fought for control in each other's mouths. They haphazardly found their rhythm, Angie's core softening like molten lava at the feeling of Tira's slick treading her thigh.

"God yes~" Tira sighed against her ear as she massaged the girl's breasts on the pool's surface, taking special care around her sore nipples. "You've gotten so bold, noirette." She rubbed the mounds against her own.

Angie whimpered into the hollow of her neck as she licked and bit and kissed her as deep as she dared. She pressed the woman down onto her thigh and rocked, feeling her desire finally begin to flow.

"Onii-chan~" she whined at the feeling of Tira's fingers stroking the base of her wings. She arched her back in pleasure . "T-that feels so- ah!"

"Calling me that right now is dangerous, princess" the woman growled into her open mouth before assaulting it with her own, more hungry, more thirsty than before.

"Ah!" Angie gasped for air in the few gaps the kiss left her to breathe.

Tira ducked below the surface, slurping the girl's peaks into her mouth in one greedy gulp, never slowing her rhythm as she rode her thigh. Instead, she let her legs slide between her own, and let Angie borrow her friction. 

Angie cradled the woman's face in her hands as she suckled her, the pleasure sensors in her nipples sighing in sweet relief. She reached around to grab her ass, gripping the pillowy mounds against her as if for dear life. Tira watched her pupil's desperation build through lowered lashes.

"Brlrbrlm?"

"Hm?" Angie wondered if it was the water muffling Tira or her own thoughts.

Breaking the surface once more, she threw her arms around Angie's neck and pulled her close, letting the water help glide Tira back and forth against the girl's cunt.

"I said, do I feel like you imagined, sweetie?"

Tira peered into Angie's swimming gaze as the girl nodded dreamily. She giggled.

"Tira~" 

"Hm?"

"I'm g-gonna-"

"Awe, already?" She slowed, rolling her hips with the water. "I'm flattered."

She felt the girl shudder from the pleasure. A string of light curses escaped her delicate lips as she pressed Angie against the tub for more pressure, watching closely as her face contorted in desire. She felt the girl trying her best to hold out as she stroked her, and couldn't help but find it adorable.

Angie watched her back in awe with heavy lids as her teacher floated in her vision. Tracing Tira's figure with painstaking adoration, she reached up, tiredly, and thumbed the woman's nipples, lapping them with her tongue as she maintained what she knew would look like doe-eyed wonder. 

Tira's breath hitched, and Angie knew it worked when the woman bit her lip and leaned in to kiss her, deep. She pulled back, looking as though she wanted to devour her.

"God, Angie, is this why those boys are so crazy about you?" She punctuated the question with peck to her nose. "No wonder all these grown men want you. To take good care of you like this."

Pouting, Angie leaned up to graze her jaw with her lips. 

"You're better than any man," she sighed, planting kisses down her neck. She felt, more than heard, Tira moan.

"Awe, sweet baby~"

Smiling, Tira twirled two fingers on the surface of the murky water before using them to gently nudge her thighs aside and access her trimmed pussy.

Teasing her lips apart, Tira inserted them inside, laughing throatily as Angie sucked them in with ease.

"Ngah!" Angie sank down on the digits, rutting against them as they beckoned her forward. She couldn't understand her own thoughts outside of the coil of her teacher's fingers. Dribble poured from her mouth as Tira switched positions, spreading her mount to entrap both of Angie's thighs. 

"This makes you tighter, noirette" she hummed, as if it were a simple lesson in mathematics.

"And this-"

She bounced as she fingered her, the water pressure popping against Angie's clit as it splashed her opening. She cried out at the dual sensations.

"-is how you take advantage of your environment." She nuzzled her cheek, and began sucking on her earlobe.

"H-how are you fucking me with the water?" She gasped, throwing her head back until she saw the steamy ceiling floating above their lustful bubble.

"There's lots of things I can fuck you with, imouto-Chan" she giggled.

The giggle was choked off when Angie dipped forward and forced entry into her mouth, swallowing her lips with a ferver Tira hadn't known she'd had. For a moment they were both under the water, unable to breathe and barely caring. When they broke the surface again, Tira forced Angie to face the wall as she pressed into her ample ass, rebounding off of its ripples until pleasure throbbed in her core.

"Fu-uck!" Angie wailed, gripping the wall. Tira gasped in time with the laps of the water.

"Ah, ah, fuck, little bird…damn you feel like dough…"

With one hand holding her waist in place against her, Tira worked her hand around to Angie's slit, working her fingers in and out of her tightening hole. Angie leaned into her, her hand finding Tira's between the folds of her thighs. She forced her teacher deeper, coaxing a ripple of pleasure through her core.

"Unh~ Tira! " She whined, her cheek pressed flat against the side of the hottub. 

"Yeah?" Tira bit into her neck as she ground herself into her prodigy's plump ass.

Angie surrendered to the feeling of Tira using her body for her own pleasure, doubling over when she felt her teacher take hold of her hips.

"Fuck me, sensei" she whined, "Please?"

"You want me to fuck you baby? You want me to show you how to fuck a woman?" 

"Y-yes," she pleaded.

Angie craned her neck so that she could taste her lips one more time, and found Tira's mouth waiting eagerly for just that. Her teacher slowed, riding her ass in languid strokes as their tongues coiled into each other's mouths. Angie couldn't hold on another moment. She squeezed her thighs together, trapping their fingers, and squirting against her sensei's insistent touch. She gasped into her open mouth, and Tira held her there until she finished.

"Finger me," she purred, licking Angie's essence from her manicure. Angie quickly obliged.

Backing Angie to the wall, Tira rode her pupil's fingers on her own, bobbing in the water as she played with her own stiff peaks. 

As she bobbed, the water lapped across the tub, creating ripples that made the low-lights dance. Angie could see nothing but Tira's slender back, but felt her pleasure in every cell of her form.

Angie felt her own pussy contract again as Tira finally made herself come on her flexing fingers, casting a glance over her shoulder at her student's awed expression.

Tira slowed, holding the digits to her stiff clit as she pursued an even higher peak, forcing Angie to watch her get her nut. Angie couldn't look away.

She wailed as she came again, and again, her eyes rolling as she pinned Angie to the wall. 

"Gah!"

The woman heaved as she slid into the space between Angie's arms, finally resting in the crook of her neck as pleasure broke against their balmy skin. They let themselves stay there for a while, limbs tangled, before one of them finally spoke.

"Fuck." Angie murmured.

Tira pecked her cheek once, then twice. Lingering by her ear, she licked the crown playfully as if she was only getting started. That is, until she pulled away, and floated to the edge of the pool, giggling.

"Wow." Was all Angie could muster.

Tira smiled.

"Mmm. Indeed." 

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The night finally arrived. 

Gojo and Geto stood across from one another on the train as it sped them toward their instructed destination, the Tokyo City Concert Hall. The car was full of salarymen, no doubt on their way home for the night, completely oblivious to the threat that either boy posed to them, or the protection they provided- but what else was new.

The pair found themselves huddled in the farthest alcoves of the rounded train they could get, away from the bustling crowd that would likely ignore them anyway, hoping the sway of the carriage muffled their words.

"I feel like something is up tonight." Geto muttered, half to himself.

"You, me, and the whole dorm. I mean,"  Gojo motioned to the suits the pair had donned in preparation for the night, "who wears these to a booty call?"

Gojo had dressed sharply in a three piece black and alabaster suit, pressed, tailored, and detailed for the night at Tira’s request. He wore a black button down and blazer jacket that matched his hair, the lapels held in place on either breast with blue sapphire pins that had been awarded to him by the Gojo clan at his 16th birthday ritual, marking his maturity and blood connection to the clan. The material of the suit emphasized the bulk he usually obscured in his dark, boxy school uniforms, his broad shoulders and trim waist making the suit look more as if it were wearing him than vice versa. 

Besides the suit, he’d hidden his eyes behind a pair of dark shades a grade nicer than his usual pair, their construction made from carved wood rather than metal, stenciled on the sides with his initials. His cufflinks caught the mechanical light of the train and winked every time he moved, their ore immutable genuine silver. The same was true of the small blue gem he wore in one ear, which Geto had never seen him wear before that night. The only thing about the boy that was recognizable was the tuft of tussled cloud-white hair that sat atop his head.

“When did you get your ear pierced?”

Gojo muttered. 

“Huh?”

“...Mei said it would look good on me.”

Geto scoffed. “Well earrings are my thing so don’t you dare-”

“Dare what? Outdress you?”

The dark haired boy smirked. No way was Gojo outdressing him in that monkey suit.

Geto had cleaned up just as well, his own scarlet and charcoal suit ironed down to the creases the way his mother had shown him, crisped from the top collar to the cuffs of his sleeves. His red satin button down matched the pocket square (which he almost hadn’t found in time) in the lapel of his dark suit, and his black tie had been pinned into place beneath a gold clip with the emblem of a dragon- a gift from his grandfather, as if he’d known about his powers in advance. 

That night, he’d exchanged his usual metal ear gauges for a pair of onyx disks that he’d bought specially for the occasion, and they glinted from his ears with a subtle glossy depth that made him look mysterious. 

Rather than precious jewelry, he’d opted for a more down to earth vibe with black volcanic beads encircling either wrist, stacked around his favorite vintage watch. His black nails had been freshly cleaned, painted, and trimmed.

Finally, not knowing how he should do his hair, he’d opted for his usual clipped bun and bangs, sweeping them away from his face as neatly as he could muster.

“I’ll admit, you look clean, but you look like you’re going to prom.” Gojo shrugged, playfully.

“And you look like you're putting Nana Gojo to rest.”

This stop is Shinjuku City- I repeat, Shinjuku City. Please watch your step. 

The boys ducked under the low- hanging sign to the station’s entrance as they stepped onto the street. They looked left and right, trying their best to not look like fish out of water. 

“I don’t suppose you know how to get there?”

“You went on map quest, right?”

The boys blinked at each other, and face palmed.

This was gonna be a long night.

After a long trek through the darkening streets of Tokyo, as well as several sets of bad directions, Gojo and Geto finally found the grand old building that was to host the variety show that they'd anticipated since Tira's call. 

With the block out front as packed with tough customers as any club, the opera house stood to be used that evening as a cooperative territory for underworld-goers and their business. The boys watched the building light up just as the last light of the day fell, its red carpet unfurled in preparation for the guests that would be stepping through the door any minute.

The large windows of the modern relic stood tall and wide, propositioning onlookers to look into them as if they were the building's eyes. Beyond them was the shimmer of multiple chandeliers, golden wallpaper, and a ceiling painted to put the sistine chapel to shame.

Geto whistled in appreciation. This was where they were meeting them? His thoughts of the weeks before replayed in his mind, where he'd asked Angie on a date after they'd…. 

Well, if this was the first date, what would the second look like? Did this even count as a date?

"Satoru?"

"Yeah?"

"What exactly did your connection intend with us when she asked us to attend this event and- quote- 'bring all the cash in our sock drawer'? "

"Your guess is as good as mine."

"And why don't I get to meet her?"

"She said that she wasn't available to me tonight, but that she wanted to proposition me on something. I don't know. She plays games like this a lot, but this is the most elaborate one yet."

"And why was I involved?" Geto cocked his head, half concerned, half amused.

"Hm. Well she said something about a game that would take both of us? And she obviously knows who you are by name, although…not sure how…" he trailed off, realizing just how little he knew about what Tira had planned for them that night.

"Uhhhuh…and what's stopping me from getting back on the train, Satoru?"

"Because I know she'll be here tonight." Gojo smirked. 

Geto's face fell, and he rubbed the back of his neck. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, don't give me that,'' Gojo nudged him, "she hasn't responded for weeks again, but all of a sudden she did, right? And now you decide to step out with me, because you invited her, right? I'm not as stupid as my last final made me seem, Suguru."

"Well," the dark haired boy grimaced, rubbing his neck even more harshly as if trying to set it ablaze, "you're actually right, minus a few details…" 

"Suguru?"

Geto had stopped his 5am run to respond.

"Raven!"

"Hello! Sorry, can't talk long, or ill get caught. I know this is odd, but will you come to see me dance?"

"Yes! Of course, why would that be weird?"

"Because your friend with the glasses will be there too. The one you were looking for when you…found me"

"...oh. uh, sorry. Why?"

"Because it turns out that I… service him too…and my mentor is putting my services up for auction. Please be sure to win me. See you soon."

The conversation had raised more questions than answers, but after speaking to them both, Suguru knew that whatever the game was, he needed to win.

Geto's jaw muscles worked as he watched Gojo talk absentmindedly about how tight his blazer was on his shoulders. He watched the white haired boy closely, as if seeing him again for the first time.

Traitor.

Woah. Where had that come from?

Gojo turned and was caught off guard by the look in Geto's dark eyes. 

"Woah, man, you okay?"

Suguru averted his gaze. "Yeah, just nervous about seeing her, like you said."

"Well she better get here soon, we're about to head in."

The boys had finally made it to the front of the line, and knew from the moment they'd made eye contact with the doorman that they weren't getting in without a fight.

"Card carriers only" he sneered at the boys down his long, slender nose. 

"That's funny, I believe I carry a card,"

Smiling warmly, Gojo slid his fingers into the folds of his wallet, and withdrew two things- his fake ID, and a black coated metal credit card that weighed far too much for its size. Geto had never seen him use it for anything more than a status symbol, but had a sneaking suspicion that its credit limit was as infinite as its owner's technique.

The Maitre D's eyes sparkled at the sight of the card, and after flicking his eyes between the small rectangle of privilege and the boy wielding it with bright blue eyes, he shifted his gaze to Suguru.

"And you, sir?"

Geto blushed.

Before Gojo could claim him as his companion, the sound of dozens of pairs of clicking heels echoed down the sidewalk, and the boys- along with the other sidewalk dwellers, party-goers, and opera house connoisseurs- turned to see where the sound was coming from.

The first impression of the performers was that of walking art. They moved as one in shimmering outfits, their various props bobbing on their swaying hips and in their slender hands. They looked neither left, nor right, but straight ahead as they bypassed the line of patrons that gawked at their enormous presence.

"Ah, here are the ladies of the auction now."

"Auction?" Gojo questioned, the boys' eyes never leaving the parade of forest nymphs, water lillied- fairies, and exotic looking interpretive dancers.

And among them, they spotted her at once.

Raven wore a black diamond mask, her high cheekbones and lips dusted in a purple-black shade that made her look fierce and siren-like in her expression. Her wings, sprayed in a glittery sheen that made them look like a night sky full of stars, were on full display behind her, catching the attention of every onlooker that had dared to watch her. However, it wasn't just her anthropomorphic traits that had arrested attention.

The girl wore a shortened kimono that had been modified to her shapely body, the hem likely only extending an inch beyond her finger tips.

The thin veil of fabric was imprinted with white cranes and flowers throughout its tight coverage of her rounded hips and bust, rippling with extra fabric in places only to mimic waves on pitch-black water.

Further accentuating her figure was a large black- satin ribbon, encircling her torso and exploding in a bow off of her perky ass, with several strings of tinsel and black coins that protruded from it creating music in time with her walk.

And her walk; she strutted in time with the other dancers on her long, shapely legs, her more-sheer-than-sheer stockings making it look as though her thick thighs had been stuck with precious gems, embedded into her smooth mocha skin as if by magic. 

Her black heels clicked as she marched forward, her hands hidden in the long sleeves of the kimono- the only thing about it that was modest. 

In all her glory, Raven looked like a cross between a porcelain doll and a fallen angel, one that had been brought to life to seek revenge on her maker.

As if feeling their eyes on her, Angie's gaze flitted to the boys at the front of the line, just as she was about to enter the venue. They'd been frozen to the spot by her entrance.

Feeling a swell of pride, she continued to strut and avoid drinking in their looks- there would be time for that later.

That is, until she saw that the bouncer had stopped them at the door.

The girls turned at once to face the crowd, immediately catching the interest of everyone in line.

The parade of women clapped rhythmically three times, before raising their hands, and bowing deeply.

"Meshiagare!"

They repeated themselves in several languages for their foreign guests.

"Bon appetit! Please enjoy!"

And with that, they filed into the venue as fluidly as swans.

"Sir, these are my personal guests." Angie broke from the line of girls and approached the man as the rest of the performers entered, applause at their backs from the line of patrons that had watched their entrance.

Taking the maitre d's elbow in her taloned forefinger and thumb, she stood until the man brought his ear to her lips.

"Empress' request."

"Ah," the man nodded, infinitely more agreeable with her than he'd been with the two boys.

"Follow me." He said, " I have special instructions for you two."

Geto and Gojo shared a look of ultimate confusion, but- to Gojo's disappointment and Geto's painful chagrin- Raven had left in a plume of black ribbon and glitter without sparing them a second glance.

When the boys entered the venue on the trail of yet another host, they couldn't focus their eyes on anything ahead of them; all their attention was reserved for the ceiling, walls, and extremely lively crowd.

The crowd was made up of men and women from several countries and nearly all walks of life- human, half human, or otherwise. The cursed energy they felt wafting from the party goers was almost enough to make them defensive, but was still jovial enough to make them feel at home.

Men in blazers stood in huddles, exchanged business cards, and even played miniature croquette in one corner of the room; their female counterparts floated about on their arms, nodding in time with conversation and punctuating sentences with light laughter.

Before they'd gotten their barings, the host turned to them abruptly at the center of the room.

"Which of you is Suguru?"

The dark haired boy raised two fingers in acknowledgement.

"Raven would like to see you in the hall. And you must be Satoru," the host half asked, half asserted.

Gojo raised his snowy brows expectantly.

"You will be helped shortly. Enjoy the refreshments."

Before Geto could exit, Gojo placed a hand on his chest to stop him.

"Raven?" He asked without facing his friend head on. "That's the name of the girl you're in love with?"

Geto worked to keep his expression neutral. "You know her?"

Gojo didn't respond.

"Be right back" Geto just short of spat.

Gojo watched him go from behind the sheen of his dark shades. He was unsure of just how much Geto knew, but was suddenly very sure that he wouldn't fail this intuition test, when it came to finding out.

A waitress stepped into his line of vision.

"Champagne?"

He hesitated before picking up a long-stemmed flute. He didn't usually need the courage, but he would tonight.

~~~~~

"Mmph!" 

Geto exclaimed when he felt the girl's lips on his the second he stepped into the shadowy alcove off of the main hall.

Separating from his mouth with a small *pop* the girl dug around in her dress until she'd uncovered what she was looking for.

"Here, hurry, take this." Angie shoved a small note card into his hand, glossy and folded over so that he couldn't see what was in it until he opened it.

"I have to explain-"

"Yes. Please."

"Will you let me?"

Geto blinked, his dark eyes trained on nothing but her. His silent answer was loud and clear.

"Okay. Open the card."

He flipped it open. It was blank, save for one thing.

Taped inside the card was a small, black coin the size of a checkers piece. It was waxy and grooved, and opaque as far as he could tell.

"That is the Bidder's coin. Well, no one is supposed to know which of my coins are bidder's coins," she motioned to the remaining coins that encircled her waist and bow, "because not all of them are. There are only three."

Geto's brow crinkled.

"Wai-"

"Not done. No time. As I was saying, this is a bidder's coin." She tapped the card.  "It means that when the time comes, at the end of the night, only those with coins like yours will be allowed to bid for me. It's supposed to be a game of chance, but I need you to win, so I delivered one straight to you."

"Why?"

"Because if you don't-" Angie's eyes were large, round, and wet- "you won't be allowed to see me again."

~~~

In the next room, Gojo had successfully downed two and a half flutes of champagne, and a shot of cognac that had been offered to him by a French sailor. Apparently the French had the best cognac.

"Vous aimez?" The sailor asked, winking.

Gojo shook his head and shrugged.

"I speak Japanese, sorry" he responded, half wondering if the man had really spoken another language, or if he'd already succumbed to the alcohol.

The sailor made an 'aha' nod of the head, and motioned as if taking a swig. He then put his thumbs up and raised his brows in a questioning sort of way.

"Ohh you asked if I like it. Yeah, thanks. I-its strong."

The sailor laughed, clapping a hand on his back. Gojo hoped he'd been understood, but when he was handed another shot, his shoulders sagged. He didn't know if he could handle any more. He was already breaking the rules of his clan- the very rules that had made him an unfortunate lightweight in the first place- and needed to figure out how to say 'no' in French.

The tinkling of a glass quieted the room, and all attention was drawn to a balcony that Gojo hadn't previously noticed was there. A suited man with a long lapel on his jacket, and a slicked ponytail with shaved sides, was clinking his glass with a fork.

"Ah, esteemed guests!"

Gojo scanned the room. All of the guests looked well dressed, but some of them were hardly esteemed by his standards. Some of them looked like bodybuilders that had been painted into suits. And was that the dragon gang in the corner-?

"It is a pleasure to see you all on this hallowed night. As we finish welcoming members from outside, I thought it would be an excellent time to make a toast!"

He raised his glass, and the crowd followed suit.

"To the owners of this opera hall, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts for allowing us to host our show- one of talent, valor, and prestige. 

To our girls, thank you for bringing us such a delectable assortment of entertainment to enjoy each year. You are truly the highlight of our dreary yearly toil. 

And to our donors, it is because of your generosity that we feast our eyes, stomachs, and souls on all that our little society offers.

Cheers!"

Gojo's jaw dropped. He would need to take some pointers from this man for his next public speaking class. 

He took a sip from the glass of cognac that had warmed in his clammy hand. At least, he thought he would take a sip, but the glass he drew back was empty. 

Ugh. I need to slow down.

"Now, for the rules of the night!" The man continued, his smile broadening as if the bubbles of his champagne had buoyed his spirit even higher than before.

~~~~~

"So here are the rules" Angie's tearful gaze had Suguru pinned to the wall.

Suguru swallowed fearfully. 

"Go on."

Angie gingerly grabbed at the coins looping her waist.

"These black coins will be distributed to the players on the floor. They are made of plastic and a special kind of wax."

~~~~~

"As the night progresses," the slick haired man boomed, " the wax will melt from the coin, and only plastic will remain. In order for it to melt, you must keep it warm in the palm of your hand."

~~~~~

"When the wax is gone, the other coins will be blank, but yours- and two others- will have a four leaf clover in the center when you hold it to the light."

Suguru held the opaque coin up, picturing the clover as if it had already been revealed.

~~~~~~ 

"And when it is revealed, at the appropriate time, you will ring a bell that will be stored beneath your seat. There will be three ringing bells tonight."

The man poured over the crowd with a sweeping gaze, languishing in the suspense.

"Then" he said finally, "and only then, will the bidding begin."

~~~~~

"And they will bid for me to serve them exclusively until the next game."

Geto felt like he was going to black out.

"Raven, what makes you think I can outbid anyone in there?"

"Because it's rigged. I'm not sure how besides this," she tapped the coin again, "but my sensei says that this is necessary for us to continue to see each other. I'm s-s-sorry-" Angie bit her lip.

"I promise it will be okay," she continued, "it's just that…well…I didn't know if you would do this for me."

Geto's stomach did a flip at the sight of the gorgeous girl on the verge of years.

"H-hey," he reached out a hand to sweep away one of her tears before it could streak her painstakingly applied makeup.

"Its gonna be okay. If this is what it takes, I'll do it. You did say that this was complicated for you, right? Let's make it uncomplicated."

He grabbed her hands in his and kissed them. 

"I'm gonna win. And when I do, you're gonna tell me your name, hm?"

The dark fae smiled.

"Deal."

~~~~~~~~

Gojo's attention was drawn to the door as it swung open to reveal Raven, but not his best friend. Raising a brow, he scanned the crowd to see if he could pick up his cursed energy, but it was nowhere to be found.

His eyes returned to Raven as she mingled with the crowd, the patrons bombarding her for a closer look, and eventually, a coin from her dress. She giggled as she swam her way through the thickening attention.

"Let her breathe!" The man called playfully from the balcony. "She still has to dance!"

Should I ask her where he went?

Still searching, he didn't realize he'd lost sight of the girl until she was tapping his shoulder.

"Gojo! You made it!"

He turned and looked down into her face, smiling.

"Angie!"

"Shhh! They can't know my real name here. Call me Raven."

Oh yeah, Raven.

"Want a coin?" She grinned, offering him a plastic disk from her dress.

"Uh, no, I don't think I'll be playing." He shook his head, making his vision blur for a moment. "I did want to ask you something though-"

“Are you Satoru?”

The pair turned to see yet another plain-vested host, this one with an odd birthmark in the middle of his forehead. 

“Uhh- why, yes, I am.”

“I have instructions to show you to your box ahead of the show.”

“Oh wow, box seats Gojo?” Raven’s eyes danced in delight. “You and your friend are gonna have some of the best seats in the house!”

Gojo’s brow furrowed, “Oh, wow. I didn’t even know I had those.”

The waiter shook his head. “Empress’ request.”

Damn, Tira, Gojo smirked, Little prince indeed.

“Oh, sure. Let me just get my friend-”

“Your friend has his own box.” The man quipped, matter-of-factly.

“Uh, oh, okay. Well, can I go find him anyway?”

“This will only take a moment, sir, then you can do as you wish.”

Raven nudged him. “I think Geto is in the alley just outside the back door, if you want to find him after. I have to go, but I really hope you guys enjoy!”

And with that, just like at the door, Raven disappeared with her ribbons streaming behind her.

Gojo grimaced. 

“Well, okay. Lead the way, my man.”

After several rounds of winding steps, Gojo was shown to a velvety box that already sat several other high-brow looking guests. Their chatter was light and stopped only when he entered. It was dark, so he couldn’t tell how many there were, but they all gawked at him as if he were the first entree of the night.

“Uh, hello.” He bowed.

He could tell by the chuckles that several of them weren’t japanese. A woman snapped open her fan and hid her face.

“Oookay.”

“Your seat, sir.” 

Gojo followed the tall, slender man to the banister that overlooked the venue, where a line of chairs waited. At the head of the line was a velvet chair, and on it sat an envelope with his name on it.

“Enjoy the show.” The host swept away.

Gojo scanned the chair before retrieving the card and turning it over. Attached to it was a small black coin, and a few words written in a gorgeous script that could only have been Tira’s.

“Fate finds those who do not choose their destiny, little prince.” he read aloud.

“Do with this what you will.”

[TO BE CONTINUED]

[riding-the-sunset-bird]

In Derek's DLC, when he remembers the marriage pact, what different responses can determine how the DLC is? Because I thought I picked a response that make it one big slowburn but we stayed only friends throughout the whole thing.

I'm presuming that you accepted the marriage pact in Step 2 since otherwise Derek won't make mention of it? So I'll go with that.

There are technically three options for a confession in Derek's Step 4. Either you can confess at the very start, you can talk about the pact at the very start, or Derek can confess to you near the end.

(Also, goes without saying but of course you have to be at Crush/Love; agreeing to the marriage pact in Step 2 isn't enough. In addition, avoid any options that imply you don't want things to change or that you're happy where things are. Sounds obvious, but yeah, options like those lock you out of both you confessing and Derek confessing later because the game assumes that you don't want the relationship to change beyond being friends.)

If you choose not to remember the deal and don't press Derek to tell you about it, the MC has the option to confess ([At the very least you were certain you wanted to be with him...]), but not if you do press him to tell you.

If you choose to remember the deal instead, then you have multiple options to pursue:

Confess ([You wanted to be with him and it had nothing to do with that deal!])

Date by joking about the deal ([You joked about the whole thing.] followed by anything except ["We were crazy to make a deal like that!" you laughed.] will work, and then after the fact don't pick [You shook your head in amusement. He was being silly.] or ["Now that'd be really crazy."] either)

Be serious about the deal (anything except ["I'm really sorry. I can't go through with something like that."] will do, followed by anything except [The conversation was too nerve-wracking and you glanced away.] or ["I think it was a bad idea."])

The difference between confessing yourself and joking about/seriously discussing the deal is that the deal is treated more as a "dating test run," and then you can confirm that you want to continue being together for real at the end of Step 4 (anything except ["I think so too. We're better off as friends."] will suffice).

If you want Derek to confess to you instead though, you need to make sure that the game understands that you're interested. Any of the following will confirm that:

With either two options I listed to have the MC confess (not remembering the deal, not pressing Derek to tell you about it, then being certain that you wanted to be with him, or remembering the deal and wanting to be with him even without the deal), choose to back out instead of confessing with words or kissing him ([You did not want him to guess what you'd been thinking.]).

If you choose to remember the deal, you can then choose [You really, really hoped Derek wanted to be with you for reasons other than that deal.], or if you choose not to remember and don't press Derek to tell you, you can choose [You really hoped you were right and he did want to be with you.]

If you chose not to remember and didn't press Derek, you'll have to reaffirm your interest after he asks you to go to the water park with him ([You had been hoping that he might ask you on a real date...])

You'll know you did everything properly if, after the scene in the park when you're playing ball with Derek and he rants to you, but before he goes and retrieves the ball he sent off into the distance, he'll start to tell you something but will "Never mind" it away.

In addition, after you wake up from gaming late with Derek and have properly woken up (specifically after you've had breakfast), Derek will talk about today being big and how the two of you should do something you "couldn't do anywhere else."

If he mutters, "Wait..." afterwards, then something has gone wrong, but if he mutters, "The last chance..." instead, you're golden. Nothing can go wrong at that point besides the obvious of you rejecting him once he's confessed.

And that should be everything covered! Hopefully all goes well for you on your next try at Derek's Step 4. ;D

[creations-by-chaosfay]

Why can't your husband buy his own xbox :/ why does he NEED an xbox anyway if y'all are struggling...

We can't afford anything nice at the moment. I had planned on using my earnings from selling my quilts, but I didn't make enough money to cover the more important things, like paying off our debts. Why should people who are poor not have nice things? Why must those of us who are poor be made to suffer because capitalism insists on hoarding money rather than putting it into livable wages that then make it possible for people to spend money and make the economy healthier? Why must those of us who are poor be forced to live unhappy?

My husband just started a new job two days ago, he turns 50 next month, and he has his original XBox One, and it's falling apart. It can no longer read discs, and all his games are on disc. It likes to randomly disconnect from the internet, and we using streaming services rather than cable. It also likes to randomly lose the ability to even operate at all. Why must he suffer and be unhappy?

An outlet for the struggling is healthy, but going to the gym is not nor shall ever be an option because they're filthy, and we're both high risk of getting sick and dying from covid19 (over 1000 people die from it every week in the US, but the economy is more important than people). Playing video games is a good way to get aggression out without actively hurting anyone.

How do you suggest he spends his off-hours? Or his days off? After all the yard and housework is finished, he's in pain. Arthritis in his shoulders, elbows, and hands, neuropathy in his feet, these make it difficult to do much physical labor without suffering from pain for hours or days afterwards. Dyslexia makes reading difficult, and just sitting and painting his miniatures without something playing in the background makes it less enjoyable and more difficult to focus courtesy of unmedicated ADHD. Do you suggest he just sit in a quiet room for hours and hours, staring at the wall?

The reason I ask for help acquiring a new console for him is because we are struggling. If I sold all my paintings at my asking price, it would have most of the debt covered. I would be more comfortable spending money on something nice for him if I had most of the debt paid. He's my caregiver, and I'm permanently Disabled. He does the cooking, laundry, yardwork, and so much more, while also working outside our home. He's exhausted. Playing video games helps him recover and prevent burnout. Do you suggest he burnout and suffer it for months or years?

Now how about you relieve yourself of some stress and misery by pulling out the stick you have shoved up your ass and stop criticizing folks for asking for help? Just because you're miserable doesn't mean you need to make certain everyone else is as well, seeing as misery loves company. That nasty taste of last week's dinner that you've been tasting is having a serious impact on how you interact with other people. Removing the stick and the taste will go away, give yourself time to recover and adjust to having a major source of your unhappiness removed, and learn to breathe and accept that some people don't see shame in asking for help. If, however, you insist on continuing with keeping the stick up there and judging me based on limited information and many assumption, you must purchase either a quilt or painting from my shop. Otherwise our next interaction will result in me simply blocking you. I have more important things to do than justify not wanting to be miserable.

If the stick is difficult to remove, a laxative might be just what you need.

[caspersickfanfics]

I continue to force my sick Cyno agenda on innocent talented people and I cannot be stopped. This isn’t a fic request or anything I just want to share this brain worm

Cyno returning to Tighnari from work seemingly fine, a few scratches etc, but he’s VERY tired, so they do their song and dance of treatment and grounding and go to have dinner. And Cyno seems normal, until dinner is served and for whatever reason the normally iron stomach Cyno CANNOT handle whatever nari served. And it’s bad like he goes from fine to scrambling to the bathroom and Tighnari is just *surprised pikachu*

now here’s the thing- something nari served reminded Cyno of something he witnessed or had to deal with on his last mission. Maybe Cyno didn’t think whatever he saw or did, or ate, (who knows!! It’s a mystery ) affected him that much until it reappeared in this new context? Or maybe his body just has a knee jerk reaction to a perceived threat? Frankly I have no idea what it would be that caused this but the possibilities are fun. And! I like the idea of Cyno being equally shocked by his sudden nausea and it just totally ruining his night as his stomach just won’t stop churching

he would make tighnari SWEAR to never mention this to anyone ever, the General Mahamatra doesn’t get squeamish (and really he usually doesn’t) but Tighnari rolls his eyes and assures him that exhaustion plus *insert whatever the hell happened* would make anyone feel off something something comfort the end

Oh this is so freaking perfect for them!!!!! Absolutely brilliant.

I can think of a few things that could lead to this. One would be having a normal meal and then witnessing or experiencing something traumatic afterwards. Another would be a more direct tie -- eating something that was poisoned. And the middle option would be, Cyno got captured (and tortured or made to witness Horrors, etc.) and was forced to eat the same thing every day :(( Whatever it was, Cyno wasn't physically injured too bad, and he's had time to recover from that, so he figures "all's well that ends well" and doesn't linger on it much at all (avoidance is a symptom of trauma). Maybe there was someone else who went through it with him and they're not feeling great about it, so Cyno makes sure to get them situated and in a place to heal mentally, and then as he's leaving they're like "are you sure you're okay?" and he's like "yeah of course, I'm the General Mahamatra, so I'm always okay" and from that point on it's just no longer something that crosses his mind.

Tighnari can immediately see how tired he is, but is relieved to find no injuries. Cyno doesn't talk much, but that's typical, even more so when he's tired, and he just seems happy to see Nari.

I like the idea of Cyno sitting down to eat and he feels a bit nauseous from the smell of the food, but figures it's just the exhaustion. It's probably not an unfamiliar feeling for him after such a tiring job. He's not even slightly worried about it until the food is actually in his mouth and by that point his stomach is lurching. He's uncharacteristically clumsy as he scrambles out of the room.

It just crossed my mind that his job might mandate a certain level of confidentiality at times. So now I'm also playing with this idea of Tighnari, like, super worried because that was weird, and Cyno doesn't have a fever, but even after he empties his stomach, he's washed out, sweaty, on-edge. But Cyno's just sitting there in the corner of the bathroom, trembling like a leaf, mumbling apologizes for not being able to eat the food and saying stuff like "I can't– I just can't eat that" and shuddering when he thinks too hard about it. Tighnari's smart so pretty quickly he's like "did something happen at work?" And Cyno shrugs but obviously it's a yes. Nari's kind of frustrated, not at Cyno, but at the fact that he can't share his burdens. Cyno squeezes his eyes shut, but that doesn't do anything to stop the memories, and maybe he starts dry heaving. Tighnari just rubs his back quietly and tries not to imagine what Cyno must have experienced to have his body rebel so intensely. They spend the rest of the night trying to figure out how to make Cyno feel safe - maybe they trade huts with Collei or borrow an empty one for the night because the smell is triggering. Cyno can't stomach any food at this point, but tea helps. His body is so tired that he drifts off, but he keeps waking up from nightmares. Each time, he snuggles closer to Nari, who pretends to stay sleeping because he knows Cyno would feel baad for waking him. The third or fourth time Cyno wakes up, though, he's sick again, and Tighnari figures enough is enough. They spend the early morning hours playing cards. Tighnari is hardly paying attention to the game at all, instead choosing to focus on the conversation, sifting through their shared memories and deliberately bringing up the happiest, most comforting ones he can find, so that when Cyno falls asleep at the table, it's actually peaceful this time. Tighnari doesn't move him because he's sure it will wake him. He just keeps watch over him, playing with his hair, and feels devastatingly sad for whatever it was Cyno had to endure.

...I rambled as usual. I love this idea so much. I know you said it's not a request but I'm ngl I am kinda tempted to write this sdkjsfdjs (also!! I wholly support your sick Cyno agenda, please continue! XD)

[lookingupatthesamemoon]

LOVE IS A TRAP - a lore guide

a quick guide to the ship of Cooper Abbott and Harper, my Trap (2024) s/i !!!

cw: canon-typical violence mention, stalking, blood (in the moodboard), f/o is a serial killer

note: due to the nature of the source and the character, this is, like, the “darkest” ship lore i have. i do want to clarify their dynamic is in fact consensual ! it’s very much a game of cat and mouse for both of them, especially in the beginning. heed the warnings !

meet Harper, my Trap (2024) self-insert !!! she’s a psychology undergraduate at Arcadia University, with a particular (and rather unhealthy) interest in serial killers. she runs her very own true crime tumblr blog, and has been posting about The Butcher/following his work since she was 17 years old.

she meets Cooper a year or so before the events of Trap take place. she keeps up as best she can with police scanners and news reports, so she knows the areas that The Butcher tends to work in pretty well, as well as where his potential hideouts are. this makes it easier for her to catch him in the act one afternoon, thanks to her trusty pair of binoculars and a ratty old tarp. she watches, through a hole in the tarp he’s taped up against a basement window, as he ties up one of his victims.

she catches him as he leaves the house, insinuating that she knows his secret, but he brushes her off. still, she continues to watch him, staking out near a few of his crime houses. she decides one night, after she’s figured out his routine, to break into one of them. with everything that she knows — both about Cooper, and about the people trying to catch him — Harper is sure she could be a great asset to him, and she wants to prove that. she builds up a twisted little fantasy in her head, where she’s Cooper’s little pet.

when Cooper arrives at the house, he immediately realizes something’s up. he can smell the dinner she cooked, and sees that the kitchen is in disarray. however, he doesn’t act fast enough — before he knows it Harper is on top of him, and while he puts up a good fight, she’s able to restrain him because he had been relatively unsuspecting. she ties him to a chair in the house’s dining room, and feeds him by candlelight. he’s wary of the food for obvious reasons, but she manages to get some of it down his throat. as they eat, she pitches her idea to him — she’s a huge fan, she’s been keeping up with his work for years, she knows more about him now than anybody else, and she wants to be part of his team.

Cooper, of course, declines the offer at first. he works on his own, and adding some girl half has age to the mix could only possibly bring him down. he attempts a handful of escapes, but none of them work. she blackmails him, and after a bit more negotiation, he agrees to keep contact. she’s right — she knows too much. his options are kill her, or take her under his wing.

once she lets him go, he tries his best to avoid her. it’s not that simple, though, and they run into each other another couple of times. finally, after yet another conversation, he invites her back to the same crime house. she arrives and starts blabbering on, annoying him to no end. still, he doesn’t kill her. instead, he takes his frustrations out on her another way — in exactly the way she wants, even.

afterwards, he tells her “i don’t think i’ve ever felt the way i feel when i’m with you. i’ve never felt so… fucking aggravated. it’s like no matter what i try, i can’t get rid of you.” his frustration feels genuine — the first genuine feeling he’s had in a long, long time. he likes that he’s making her feel something.

again, Harper makes her pitch. she reminds him that she knows him even better than the FBI does. with her on his side, they might never catch him. he considers this. she also reminds him that she could flip the script — she could kill him, claim self defense, and become the hero of Pennsylvania.

of course, Cooper is curious as to what’s in it for her. she tells him that she simply finds him interesting, that she’s almost starstruck to even be talking to him. he asks her if she’s afraid of him, to which she replies “not really.”

finally, begrudgingly, he agrees to let her watch him work — only for his next two or three kills. it’s not meant to be forever at all, but it sort of becomes that way. The Butcher often takes quite a bit of time between his kills, and he ends up spending more time than he ever expected to with Harper during these times. he grows to care about her, genuinely, as their affair blossoms. she gets to live out her sick fantasy, and he gets an extra layer of protection.

after the events of the film, he worries Harper may have ratted him out. he calls her during the concert and chews her out, but he’s smart enough not to rat her out to anyone as an accomplice — he’ll need her if he gets caught, after all. which, by the way, he does. but, in natural Cooper fashion, he escapes.

after escaping the feds, Cooper finds himself running to Harper. if anyone can keep him hidden, she can. she’s over the moon about this — she gets to keep living out her dream.

(divider by @/strangergraphics, moodboard by me :3)

[fair-fae]

My OC was in a polyamorous relationship with two people and as of late the person who plays one of the characters in the relationship (also my friend) has fallen out from the relationship altogether which means we're no longer shipping our characters together and haven't been for a long time now. This person while supporting my content and still very much my friend, has gone out of their way to avoid content I have with this other person where my OC is still in a relationship with them. It's not a fun feeling and I'm sensing some jealousy and pettiness there. I've also been trying to be understanding and patient. However, it should also be noted that this person was fine with my OC and the other person's OC's being involved when it was the three of them. Suddenly it's a problem to act some sort of way over?

No conversations have been had about this as I feel like if this friend had an issue with it they should be open and honest with me, not slighting me behind the scenes. I'm somewhat of an observer and can't help but notice this. I fully understand that open relationships/poly stuff is difficult to RP but when we were all interacting it was very open, with no issues, we all communicated and everyone seemed happy. Suddenly it's not. There is something residual there. Since their character has split off (their choice to do so), I'm getting a very heavy avoidance feeling over here and I'm not sure how to react. I feel bad for posting my content because I don't want to make them /feel/ a certain way but I'm also stuck in the mindset that this is my content and I'll enjoy it and those who don't can mess off. It's been putting a damper on sharing creative works such as art forms or writing because I don't want to be insensitive but I also don't want someone's unspoken, residual feelings (whatever they might be) to impact me and stifle my sway. What are your thoughts on this and have you ever experienced something like this yourself?

I apologize for the novel but I figured the one person I could trust on this platform to give advice or have an actual, impactful discussion about how I'm feeling even while on Anon, would be you.

Thanks!💕

Hiya, Anon! You have nothing to apologize for! I'm sorry you're going through all that. I tend to shy away from role-playing polyamorous relationships unless it's the same person playing multiple characters, so I can only offer more of an outside perspective. I don't know your friend's reason for leaving the IC relationship, or if it was something they were being honest with you about to begin with, but it sounds like maybe your friend feels like they are missing out on the RP now even if it was their choice initially to drop it, or maybe feeling insecure that your friendship with them will mean less without the RP relationship component? It may be difficult for them to see you continue happily RPing with someone else and feel like they are missing out. Maybe they have come to regret their decision afterward, or maybe these feelings have been festering for a while and are part of what led them to withdraw their character from the relationship to begin with? In polyamorous or open relationships in RP, I think it's very easy for someone to start feeling like a third wheel or the "least favorite." Either way, I agree that your friend should have been open and honest with you about their feelings, and it's a shame they don't seem to be doing that. Regardless, you keep doing you! Don't let anyone else get you down about posting the content you want to post in your own spaces. You shouldn't have to hide your OC and their relationship with someone, no matter how anyone else is feeling about it. From my perspective, your two best options are either to keep going about your business as normal and ignore this person's attitude until they either eventually get over whatever is upsetting them or talk to you about it, or approaching them directly to ask what is bothering them and why they are no longer interacting with any content involving your OC and their remaining partner.

[betouma]

touma raps and dances to the hit song idol for next gen.

touma doesn't know what drove him to fill in the form for next gen season two, but somehow he has. it was probably an impulsive decision, honestly he doesn't even remember what he wrote down now—he does remember the image he sent in, where he looks a little goofy with his button-up, bare face and messy hair. and yet, he passed that stage. he got the message when he was walking the dogs. one of them barks, like it's congratulating him. touma smiles and pets the dog, as if saying thank you.

now he has to prepare for what's to come. so he decides to do what's fun for him. if he does that, surely everyone else will have fun in turn too... right?

—

it's unexpected. he watched the last season of next gen, and he's pretty sure there wasn't a rapid fire question round back then. he doesn't mind, touma thinks he's pretty quick on his feet when it comes down to it. that doesn't mean the pressure isn't on, especially when they have to showcase a 'unique skill' afterwards too. he does have some spray cans left in his bag, and he wonders whether he's allowed to do use it later.

for now though, he'll focus on his performance. time passes fast and suddenly it's his turn to face the judges.

touma introduces himself: name, age, what he's doing right now, the names of the dogs he walks every few days—okay, fyi, but he thought it was important. then, he thanks them for their time ( maybe he should have done that after ), and begins his performance.

he starts with the face-paced rap, missing no beat, keeping up with the rhythm. a quick few seconds, then the song continues onto the chorus. touma fosters a big grin on his face, hopping and skipping in place, stretching his arms as he dances to the music—complicated hand gestures done. he's jumpy on feet, as the song requires him to be. he sends a heart to the camera at the right time—it's a little embarrassing and his ears feel a bit warmer, but it fit into the song too perfectly. and then he poses towards the end, smile ever-so-present despite trying to catch his breath.

unfortunately, he has to gather himself for the round of questions he's about to get. so he does.

“what style of music/performance suits you best and why?”

touma hums, considering his options for a while. "if i'm being honest, i want to try everything at least once." that's not the answer they're looking for right now though. "but i think fresh concepts would work best with me, those that are upbeat but also heartfelt. throw in a bit of rock or pop... and i can make a choreo out of that too."

“why do you want to become a kpop idol?"

that's a question he knew was going to be asked in this round. "oh, well. i like to dance... and i want to dance for other people to see. i also like to rap, and to perform..." that being said, he definitely has to get better at singing itself.

“what would you do if you won ₩1,000,000,000 (~$750,000) in the lotto?”

touma laughs. "not sure, i'd probably say i want to spend it for myself. but i'd end up using it for my family. specifically my brother. help him get into school or something. and then... expenses for my future pet?"

“what was the first thing you thought about when you woke up this morning?”

he tries to recall the morning. "honestly, i was thinking about this moment. hoping i'd make a good impression." now he sounds likea pick-me, but it's the truth. it's because of the nerves. "i also thought about what i should eat that morning. i ended up going with eggs."

“what can you bring to the table that we won’t see in any other contestant?”

the pressure is definitely on. "hm, good vibes." he means it though. "i think that's important, particularly when you want to keep an audience hooked. right?" he laughs once more. "i'm also determined, i want to learn more. i know i'm not perfect right now, but i think i can be a great performer if even the chance." he supposes that's eventually up to the judges though.

now it's time for the unique skill he has to show off. "okay! is it alright if i ask for some sort of... canvas? anything is fine." the judges seemed a little hesitant, but somehow they do have an actual blank canvas. so he doesn't have to use the stage itself, which he's grateful about. it's medium-sized and not what he's used to ( he's used to walls, after all ), but he can make do with it.

"thank you! please give me some time. it won't take too long!" touma takes out his paint spray cans from his bag. he doesn't have too many colors to work with, but this will do enough. he's used to running low on supplies, it's not like he has a huge budget for his hobbies.

touma was right, he doesn't take too long. after a few minutes, he comes up with his newest masterpiece. this time, more people will see it. and know who made it. a part of him is flustered about that.

it's done now. after this, he can only put faith in the judges. but mostly on himself.

[darksonofsparda]

Thread Continuation from here X || @starsmuserainbow (Blackfire)

Blackfire grinned to Vergil's words. Of course, making profit could never hurt either. They wanted to live comfortably while they were working on their plans, after all.

"Why, thank you! Such a gentleman," she responded to his offer of letting her start, and Blackfire checked the lock and the windows for a moment. There was the option to just instantly start off all the alarms, but it might be more fun to delay it for a little while. They might have more time before any heroes could come into their way, then. So, she grabbed the lock in her hand, inspecting it as if to figure out how to pick it, before squeezing it in her hands and dropping the crumbles to the ground.

After the lock was out of the way, it only took seconds to get the shutters away and the door open. Blackfire went in first, and held the door open for Vergil to follow, before letting some of her energy glow in one hand to give them some light inside of here at least until they'd turn on the light, or all the time if they would avoid that. "Let's see what this one has." She walked to the first glass displays.

As they stood in front of their first jewelry store target, the coast remained clear, it was a good thing these stores closed earlier then stores it made them a perfect target to start of this holiday heist they had planned for tonight, Christmas wouldn't be the same in this city after these two would be done with it. Two inhuman beings using the cover of darkness to blend into the night, everyone was so busy focusing on their holiday, that they probably wouldn't have to worry have to worry about dealing with police for a bit -- something the duo would no doubt, use to their advantage.

Vergil had also heard something about a parade that was also happening tonight, which was probably where everyone else was who was still outside were. The parade was happening along the main roads downtown, since these stores were located on some side streets, the two would be able to get in and out with relative ease, no was knew there were two grinches that had nothing planned but absolute holiday hell, it was exhilarating, especially having a partner in crime alone with him, it seemed to make tonight's events more exciting.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "But of course." He playfully replies, watching Blackfire work her magic and break the lock in the palm of her hand, proudly showcasing her alien strength on display as the lock crumbles into pieces like a cracker in her hand, not every lock needed to be picked, especially when one has the strength to destroy things in their grasp.

Once the shutters opened in silence, Vergil conjured up, and directed four phantom blades at the four security camera's inside the store, the moment they stepped through the doors, Vergil's phantom blades impaled the camera's, effectively taking them out before any of the camera's eyes could capture them in sight.

[{ 🗡️ }} - "Quite the gentlewoman, thank you." As Blackfire holds the door open for him, he playfully teases while taking his first step into the store. Once they were inside, Vergil pulled out a back and smashed open some of the glass display cases with his sheath on his Yamato before finally joining Blackfire in her looting as they began to tear the store apart, searching for every single jewel they could find, of course they would secure the money in the register too, but only after all the jewels were found and bagged.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "There might be some others in the back too, maybe even uncut jewels too, once w clear out the display's, lets see if we can find any." Uncut jewels would be a major profit for the two of them, so it was definitely worth checking afterwards.