#and as hard as it is for your ego to process... you DONT deserve to be loved in any way.

[joni-witchell]

And like...the gag is...I hang around the edges of other people's lives like the stinking corpse of a dead animal. 🤣🤣😂🤣😂😂

[icharchivist]

So, not to brag, but

I may have already unlocked the rainbow glasses for Belial and the special skin for Djeeta as well (she gets a really pretty sword, I'll take a picture later), because those are my mains and Rising let me import my old save data, thankfully

Compared to Versus, it seems they streamlined a lot of stuff which can be both good and bad

In Versus you got Renown Pendants for every round of Versus you played. A pittance, but you got some. It stacks up a bit during Arcade Mode, where you fight seven straight battles. You can use those to unlock art and music in the gallery, but it takes a while to be able to afford that stuff.

Then the Campaign had dailies where you got skill jewels + draw tickets for reaching certain goals and levels

The campaign also featured a Tower of Babyl where you got some resources that you could trade with Siero for special weapon skins, but some of those were also enemy drops sometimes

Granted, I don't know much about the campaign in Rising yet, so maybe I should shut up. I think it's different, I didn't see the Tower anywhere, thank God, but I also only had time to play a short time. You mainly used your rupies in Versus to level up weapons, so I hope that's not how to do it anymore, because you need rupies for everything else. I had such an organized, basically maxed out grid because I had enough money to upgrade everything that needed money to upgrade, but now you need money for other things

There's still draw tickets, but you can buy them with rupies in the store. Because yeah, Rising in dealing in rupies first and foremost. You get rupies for dailies now, there's three daily quests that you can do in any mode, such as "do two SSBAs" and they reset at 5 am JST, so at the same time as the Mobage. There's a countdown to the change which is not at all anxiety inducing lmao

Anyway, you can just straight up buy weapon skins now, thank God! I also bought two stages with money, you can get a costume for Siegfried that way, so let's hope more costumes become unlockable through in-game grind rather than paid

I have not yet bought the SSR glasses and I'm sorry, I straight up didn't see them until after I'd spent some money and they're kind of expensive, but I promise to get him the Gucci glasses he deserves

In any case, the process feels a lot more streamlined now. I managed to buy a skin and weapon I've been trying to grind to get in Versus and now I just have it, so that's great, I'm thrilled

It's a bit obnoxious that everything is the same currency so you gotta budget, but on the other hand, it's more practical this way, too. Everything is in the same spot and pretty straightforward. I just hope there's other ways to make rupies instead of just doing dailies, but I'll figure it out

Also, I think you gotta unlock/ buy/ win photo mode stuff, which is why it took a while for Sandalphon pictures to emerge

So yeah, it's definitely cool. I'm looking forward to playing more

Especially because it's just a tremendous feeling of relief to try and get a weapon and skin for months and then you can just buy it in ten seconds

This is the skin and sword in question, I hope you understand

It's basically budget Alter Ego awakening

Sorry for rambling incoherently, I just woke up from a nap

oh damn that's so cool :o

i dont have much to comment on all of that and all, but that's pretty throughout on the system in place in game in term of unlockable rewards and all of that.

The new skin look so cool though!! no wonder you worked hard on that, Alter Ego Djeeta ftw

good luck as you go through the campaign, and that makes sense it'll take time for everything to unlock ahah

thanks for sharing!!

[squeiky]

Like this kind of stuff is why i feel i am too weird to be loved. Which i weird because i know people like me, or mythologize, or demonize me, but "love"? What is love?

Had freinds i thought would stay with me forever, but now we're just strangers. Had stuff toys i thought id never loose but now ill never find them.

Maybe im still dealing with greif. A childish, almost stupidly insignifigant greif, but greif nontheless. Or maybe i've moved on and the feeling just hits back once in awhile.

Would i, a person who purrs, be deemed some mythos creature? Or would i be simply estranged. A person who "purrs". Outcasted weirdo.

I feel like i need to warn people before the get close to me. Infact, i try not to get close to anyone at all.

Like, you live a whole first half of your life being shamed and punished for who you are, and being praised for being someone else. In the end, while i try to recover the fragments of myself, torn asunder by an early age, small questions arrise in my mind like this.

The awnser, is an obvious "yes". I know this, ive seen the internet, i listen to and see how people are comfortable around me.

Yet i guess its like, an inner process thing. Its hard to swap a mindset of self hatred and loathimg, of shame and mockery and disgust to something rather positive. To let myself be a little confident.

Im unsure if people talk about this, about that process. Its always "love yourself!" "Postive self talk!" Or something. It works! Dont get me wrong. The "stick with it till you believe it" shit works for some, yeah. But ive spent a good portion of my life in the habit of playing pretend.

So yeah. Right now im just.. acknowledging that yes. I am a little weird. Obtuse and unknowable. And yes, i do hate PARTS of myself. I understand i am flawed, and as much as i hate to admit it- i am not perfect. But through it all, i am trying, and that effort is worth it, that effort is worth me.

That as i am right now, is okay. Not perfect, perhaps not even ideal- but if i can learn to appreciate my existence, to acknowledge and accept that this is who i am right now. Im me. Not for anyone else, not for anything else. That through it all i exist, and deserve to exist.

That yes. I am who i am, and that is okay.

Weird, Fragmented, obtuse.

Powerful, determined, cool.

All of this is me. And i feel, by accepting that, i can accept the idea of positivity. I feel that by embracing who i am, flaws and all, that i can feel better about myself. That it first starts with acceptance. This acknowledgement and understanding of who i am, then continuing onward from there.

You know, my username, was a play on the noisee spongebob's shoes makes, and how i keep mispelling words.

Its cause spongebob is my favorite guy, and in a way through joking about a part of myself, i acknowledged that yeah. Thats something i do.

I guess now i should probably try a get a little comfortable with the idea of being err.. confident in myself.

Im so afraid of being see as those villians or the people of "vanity", being hated on for appreciating yourself. I desire to be humble, despite it not really being something that is natural to me (i am, frankly, quite vain.) Simply because its more socially acceptable, and well.. makes people like you more cause you dont actively challenge their ego.

But it makes me wonder why i got to this point of keeping my head down. Obedient, subservant, unconfident, small.

Its the words that i revert to when i feel this way. A little mouselet, if you will. Its like my brain believes if i am small, if i am weak and take up the smallest of rooms, somehow i shall surivive. If i simply stop moving, and pretend i dont exist, by proxy the evil beast will forget i am alive and everything will be okay.

I guess thats probably from some trauma i havent worked out, or dont want to work out honestly.

Either way, its almost painful, and frightening to try and be... confident about myself. As if i take up too much space.

If someone tells me i suck, i bark and say im amazing. If someone tells me i great, i turn off the comments and run away.

Its a weird phenonomon. I can only handle insults, but can never handle compliments.

So, of course, when i try to truely be like.. kind to myself, or compliment myself i always feel "vain" or like a villian. I feel too cocky, or too "big".

I guess thats why my self-compliemnts sound so overblown sometimes. I mean i literally do call myself stuff like "queen/king" or fucking "ultimate life form" "superior [blank]" "the best looking motherfucker in the entire world". Type shit. And yeah, it sounds way over the top, and overblown and funky.

But for some reason it helps. It just works. So im going to keep doing it i guess. And maybe i'll inch my way down into the softer compliments too? Untill im no longer reliant on people telling me who i am, or what ill be. Just untill i can look at myself in the miror a little longer, and think about how good id look with a little beard, and how good i look already.

Like, idk. As im typing this my instinct is to already pedal back and go "no no no no! You areny like that! People will hate you now that your openly stating you think your cool and that you like yourself!" So now im openly mocking that little fucker inside my brain. Including the fandom one who keeps trying to compare me to shadow the hedgehog, depsite the fact that i was like this BEFORE i knew he ever existed. Like fuck you fandom brain, for once in my life i am MAKING IMYOU PAY THE FUCKING RENT. Did this shit with pinkie pie and that fucked me up so badly that im never fucking with the fandom brain every again.

Already big whoop vent brain off, go fuck off goddamit.

Someyimes i wonder if im too weird. Like if i get too comfortable i start purring. Will people find this weird?

[nsfwjjk]

take it, knj

you humiliated your boyfriend in front of his friends and told him your ex can fuck you better— when the truth was you boyfriend always fucked you good and hard.

⇥ pairing :  dom!namjoon x sub!reader

⇥ genre : smut, a lil bit of angst

⇥ word count : 2.1 k

⇥ warnings : bdsm, sex toys, restraint, overstimulation, oral (f.received), fingering, penetrate, unprotected sex, rough sex, kinky, spanking, punishment, pet names (slut etc)

⇥ safeword guide :

green - go for it

yellow - slow down

red - stop

➫ masterlist || © hardggukk 2020. Do not repost or modify

It was your fault. Indeed. You should not have told it to anyone and most importantly to your boyfriend’s friend. Kim Taehyung. Well, it was not hundreds percent his fault but if he didn't mention about you encountered with your ex during the dinner, you will never be in this position. You knew Taehyung didn't deliberately state about your ex in front of your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon considerate that you already told Namjoon about it but when he saw how you went surprised and Namjoon started to ask about what he talked left him baffled. Taehyung knew how Namjoon acted about you, how he detested when any guy eyed you, always so overprotective and possessive for what was him, and you was him. His everything.

You yelled at the sound of Namjoon kicked the door of his bedroom behind both of you, his hands still wrapped tight around your throat. You squeezed your eyes shut, your face strained and pale. You was not ready with whatever punishment he had inside his mind for you. You fucked up. So badly. You knew how much trouble you brought but you can’t help your thighs clenched and excited. After all, you loved to be treated like that. You could not fail to be stimulated with it. You kept your palm on his forearm, tried to loosen up his tight grip against your throat but to no avail, he choked you harder.

You deserved it. You knew no one even your ex can fuck you good like Kim Namjoon, himself but you dared. You dared him by saying ”Why you so jealous!? You afraid he could fuck me better than you!?”— most stupid things ever to say. Plus, to say it in front of your boyfriend’s friend madded him. It hurt his ego. You couldn't contain your anger when he started to think you acted sus when you exactly not, you didn't know why after three years with him he still not believe in you. You will never go to another guy except him. You knew how much your boyfriend drove you crazy and it will forever him.

You yelped when Namjoon pushed you on his bed, harsh. Your face met with the soft mattress at first along with your body, you got up immediately faced him as you crawled back. Your eyes followed every his movement as he strode towards his wardrobe, his hand reached the cabinet you wished he didn't, the drawer he kept his toy. He pulled the bottom drawer too hard until it was unattached from the furniture, he placed it on the floor harshly as it landed on the floor with a thump. Your heart thumped with fright, you never witness your boyfriend in a state like that.

”Namjoon!!” you shouted to bring his attention on you but when he turned his eyes on you, you could feel shivers ran down your spine as you sucked in deep breath. He was extremely enraged with you, his looks made you stopped in your tracks, the looks screamed ’you are going to take the punishment, there is no where out’.

”Don’t fucking open your mouth now.” He gritted his teeth, he paused for a second and whirled his feet towards you. You gulped your saliva to see him, you dazed as you stared at him walked at you. ”I don't want to hear any words coming out from your pretty fucking lips.” He warned.

His warned made your blood run cold, you couldn't predict what he will do to you but what you knew it will be hard. You blinked nervously when Namjoon reached the king-sized bed, he put his knee on the bed before yanked you by your ankle close to him. You shrieked but quick enough to shut up when his breath touched your face. You wanted to kiss him right away to calm him down but you freeze on the spot. It was like you didn't know who was the guy in front of you. ”You think your motherfucking ex fucked you better than me huh?” He said with an amused tone, his lips curved up to a wide smirk while his tongue pushed against his cheeks.

”N—No, it was a mistake, joonie. I d—don’t mean it like that,” You whispered up to him, even called him with favorite nickname but it seemed it was not even helped that time when you tried to reach his cheek but he slapped your hands away before grabbed your chin.

”All I ask from you is some loyalty and speak about whatever you think can bring you into this position, tsk but seeing who bratty you are even when I gave you punishment after punishment, you still choose this option. Am I too easy on you? Is that it?”

He brought his hands around your throat and choked it like a piece of the necklace he didn't want to take off from you. You breathed deeply as you looked up at him before your eyes followed his other hand went under your skirt, you gasped when he pushed his fingers inside of your entrance over your silk panties. You reached over his wrist but his glare enough to make you pulled back your hand instead gripped the mattress however you still wanted to try your luck as you attempted to scoot away from him but he slapped your thighs hard, you yelped and looked down on your thighs which get redden, Namjoon’s handprint even plastered on your skin.

”Don’t move. I warned you. You will sit here like a good slut you are and I will use your body like how I wanted. I will show you there is nobody who can fuck you as I do,” Namjoon said the words slow with his deep voice as his fingers pushed his fingers inside of you through your silk panties. You let out a moan at the weird feeling he gave you, you could feel your wetness gushed out from you began to seep through the silk fabric. Namjoon chuckled in mockery when he pulled out his fingers and rubbed his index fingers with his thumb to feel your wetness. ”You love it, dont you? When I treated you like this. Did he make you feel like this huh, pretty slut?”

Your moans got louder than before when he tapped your clit, you gasped at how incredible and amazing the man in front of you. He even can find your clit without even need to look and bother to open your panties. You froze at your spot as he left you like that went back to the broken drawer, you shook your eyes when you saw what things Namjoon reached to use on you. ”Yes, you are going to wear this.”

You were out of words, your boyfriend never had used it on you and never you experienced to be used with it even how bad and bratty your attitude sometimes; well a lot of times but Namjoon never once used it on you, you scampered back but Namjoon was faster enough to catch you by your ankle and immediately cuffed both your ankle with the spreader bar.

You wriggled your legs struggled to escape but you were shocked when it went even wider. ”Oh, you didn't know how this works since I have never used it on you but it's okay today you will found out.” You didn't like the mockery tone in Namjoon’s voice. You stared back at him as he walked around the bed towards your left and before you could even blink, Namjoon had pushed the button, button to get out the chains from his head bed. ”Urgh-Namjoon!!” You yanked your wrist from the cuffs attached to the chains but your legs got pulled as well made the spreader bar widened.

Your position on his bed like an alphabet x, your legs and arms prohibited her to move any muscle of your body. Your eyes helplessly followed Namjoon who smirked at you as he gazed at every inch of your body. His gaze enough made you felt like you were naked but you were still in your clothes. You were about to open your lips but Namjoon next action appalled you when he gripped the spreader bar and twisted your body before he pushed it to the front made your ass raised by him, the way he wanted.

You screamed when Namjoon gave a harsh slap to your ass as the sound of it echoed through his master bedroom. ”I’m so sick about your attitude.” That was what he said before he pulled your panties, left them above your knees as you felt his clothed bulge aligned against your ass. You shuddered when Namjoon gave a sharp slap against your folds, coated your wetness with his fingers. You sure Namjoon’s friends outside heard how harsh and loud his slap. ”You made me treated you like this slut.” He groaned before giving another slap.

You whimpered against the sheet as you fisted them, before you could process anything Namjoon had your eyes rolled back when he without any notice had pulled on the band of his sweat before plunged inside of your entrance. Moans slipped out your lips when he started to thrust, didn't even bother to let you used for his massive size like always instead he fucked so hard, rough, fast. Namjoon’s hip met your ass brutally, he gripped the side of your booty as he groaned. ”Tell me how he fucked you.” He demanded, his voice full of anger and jealousy. Your voice stuck in your throat by how vigorously your boyfriend's hip smacked against you.

You didn't realize when Namjoon let go of your cuff out frrom the chains when he gave another harsh smack on your butt, gripped your hair as it pulled you up. ”Tell me how he fucked you.” This time his hoarse voice lowered but enough to see how furious he was with you not reply to him. He yanked your hair, rest it on his shoulder as he whispered into your ears. Your back arched, allowed him to went deeper inside of you. You shook your head, refused to answer back to him but it infuriated Namjoon. He disliked when you didn't answer him, that was the reason you got treated like that by him. Just because you didn't answer a simple question and started to act suspicious by trying to mix up the real topic with him being possessive of you. He wouldn't if you told everything to him.

”Namjoon—” You barely can speak as your body struggled to take each intense thrust from him. He slapped your butt again, even harder than before. You screamed so loud by that. His rough action made your body shivered and it scared you. Your body fell forward as you cant hold your weight anymore, you knew he had strong stamina more than any ordinary man had, his cock plunged inside of you with the same rhythm, it never slowed down. ”Namjoon-” you called out his name again, begged for his mercy.

A high, squeaky moan left your throat. ”Tell me. Tell me all the ways he made you cum, slut. Tell me.” Namjoon urged, your body trembled as you gripped the sheets harder. His thrust so wild, the room filled with his skin slapped against yours and the bed frame hit the wall until you can see the mark it left against it. ”Tell me,” Another slap on your ass. ”Did he know you liked to be yelled at? Did he know you liked it rough and how you liked it to be in pain?” His voice had become increasingly strident, you flinched a slap from Namjoon made touch to your ass. You screamed as you tried to reach your ass to cover it but Namjoon reached your wrist and lock both of them behind your back. ”Did he know how to fuck you right? Did you know how to make your pretty pussy squirted?” His voice was raspy as he asked you that, you were more than turned on. His cock slide in out of you so easily because of your wet ass pussy, he pushed your lower back made your cunt went higher, changed his angle as he propped up his right legs and hit the spot that drove you crazy.

As soon as he changed his position, you felt your core began to clench around his massive cock made you rolled your eyes as your jaw dropped. ”Yeah, that spot right there. I’m the only one who knows that spot, Im the only want can make you do that when I want to...” Namjoon started to speed up and went even harder, your body rocked forward and back as your ass bounced with each rammed into you. ”...I’m the only one who knows how it feels when your pussy tightens like how it is now, how your ass clenched together and I know that means that beautiful pussy is going to make a mess for daddy.”

He was right. Whatever he said was right. No one was better than him. You were foolish to say your ex can fuck you better when you know he couldn't even last for one minute. You were so mad at Namjoon for accused you fucked your ex that night you guys chilled at the bar, you just said everything came to your mind and a part of you wanted to test him. You let out a loud moan as he shoved his cock again and again at your sweet spot. Your toes squirmed together as you panted, let Namjoon took over your body. He pulled out of you and ran his cock up and down your slit before you squirted. ”Yeah slut just like that,”

You were still in above ecstasy, the feelings of pleasure overtook every bone in your body even so before you could think Namjoon firmly placed his fingers into of you, your tightened your pussy didn't want his fingers to be shoved inside of you but not that he minded when he forced his two fingers went inside. Your squirted ran down your thighs as Namjoon moaned, enjoyed the sight in front of him. ”That’s what I fucking thought, look at these pretty mess. Did he ever make you did that, baby girl? hmm?” Namjoon moved his third fingers inside of you along with his other two fingers caused you to screech with discomfort.

”Fuck! Namjoon! Okay.” You yelled out, you couldn't handle the overstimulation after yoh had squirted out. You felt your eyes threatened to cry as you sensed the sharp sting of tears inside your orbs. ”Answer me.” Namjoom commanded. His raspy voice sent shivered down to your body. ”No! He didn't!” You screamed and gasped at how Namjoon kept his motions fast, didn't gave you any sort of break at all.

”Tell me how many times do you think I can make you cum in one night?” His fingers took the toll on your brains, continued to move in and out of you. ”How many times until you can't take it anymore?” His voice was rough with barely suppressed fury. He propelled his hip harder, you felt light-headed with the tremendous amount of pleasure and stimulation given to you. You felt wobbly on your legs, your body was almost worn out that your knees can't support your ass up however Namjoon noticed it and circled his arms around your hips pull your body up, his thrust had never wavered. Your eyes rolled back as your mouth agape and you reluctantly took every of his hard thrust.

”Fuck. I don't know.” You mumbled shakily, your face pressed against the mattress. Your replied aggravated Namjoon, he reached your clit and made a rigid circles on it. ”Fucking take it like a good slut.” His voice became a husky, erotic whisper. You had become fatigued after two times orgasms and you even had squirted but Namjoon not even once showed sign he will stop soon. Namjoon let out a final angry moan as he pulled out of you, left your hole empty. You shrieked when Namjoon turned your front body faced the ceiling with the spreader.

”Namjoon, please I’m sorry.” You apologized as your teary eyes met him when he flipped you over, but his eyes so cold and dark. He was not showing any emotions as he got up from the back, You looked up at Namjoon bare body as it glistened because of his sweat under his warm white lamp. You were also drenched with sweat, your hair stucked everywhere on your face.

”I don’t fucking care.” A deep growly voice of him replied to you. He leaned down on you as he moved the strings of your hair out from your face, your eyes wandered on his expressionless face to beg some mercy but he didn't even look at you. He then walked towards the damaged drawer, your eyes widened when he pulled out a vibrator from it. He walked back towards you and attached the cuff on both of your wrists against the chain again. ”Did he ever make you cum with his tongue, baby? Slip his tongue inside of the slutty hole until you quivered?”

You moaned louder when he placed the vibrator directly on your clit. Your body reflected the sudden sensations as you moved backward on the bed. Namjoon cocked his head to the side in disappointment as he pulled your legs with the spreader bar kept you under his control and set the vibrator at the highest peak of level, you cried out at it and wanted to keep your legs shut from him. ”Stop struggling.” Namjoon warned you before he attached his lips down on your hole. You tightened as the combination of the vibrator and his tongue made you shuddered. Your nerve was on the edge already from your previous orgasm, it won't take you a long to reach the climax again.

Namjoon’s tongue opened you up for him, allowed him more access inside of you as his saliva mixed up with your slick. He pulled away momentarily, took a look at you, somehow enjoyed to see you struggled. Your head was thrown back against the mattress, your back arched as you bit your lips harshly enough to cut them with your teeth. He kept the vibrator in place abruptly, positioned the vibrator on your small bundle of nerves that held so much pleasure to you. You could already tell you were way oversensitive as Namjoon watched you intently, knew that it wouldn't be that long until you come undone.

”Look at you slut-you don't even dare to talk like that to me now,” Namjoon chuckled, arched his eyebrows before bringing his lips to your core again as he moved his tongue in and out of you, slow and deliberate. ”I won’t! I promise!” You screamed, battled with such intense pleasure you underwent. You fisted your palm together, your body spasmed violently and your pussy clenched jointly as you splurted your cum. Namjoon smiled against your core, still kept the vibrator at your clit and his tongue still worked on your hole. ”How many times is that? You are going to count it for me.” Namjoon ordered.

”three! three-oh my god!” You choked out your saliva, Namjoon took the vibrator away as he stood up. A rush of relief filled you but only for a second before he pushed two fingers inside of you and started to move. You inhaled a sharp breath, you can't take it anymore, your pussy started to sting after all the pleasure. ”Namjoon! Stop please!” You yelled out again as your hole squirmed against his fingers.

”I won't stop until this pretty pussy stops reacting.” Namjoon exclaimed with his deep voice. He gripped your inner thighs firmly as he plunged in and out his fingers inside your hole. ”Baby-” You whined, a stream of tears fall from your eyes, you pussy still gave him reaction as he eyed you closely. After a quiet second, you stopped clenching when your fourth orgasm reached. You sighed as you closed your eyes, your chest fell up and down tried to breathe properly, you thought he was done with you but you were wrong when he opened the cuff but still left the spreader bar locked and carried you up as he pushed you against the large mirror adorned the side of his master bedroom. ”Namjoon please. Please,” You begged, your eyes still produced tears as it fell on your cheeks.

Namjoon looked up and look at your face through the mirror as he warned, ”Stop crying, slut.” Your legs trembled, your palms rested on the mirror. You cursed out when Namjoon shoved his massive, thick cock inside your throbbed hole. He was not giving you any break at all, each snap of his thrust brought you pleasure mixed with pain. You wanted him to stop but at the same time your pussy called for him, you decided to shut your eyes as you tried to focus on the pleasure. You yelped when Namjoon spanked your booty, ”Open your eyes baby, look how wrecked you are now.”

You opened your eyes immediately as you stared at him through the mirror. At this point you cant denied, he was the only one who can fuck you right, he was the only want who can treat you like that, who you put enough trust to do you as he wanted. You moaned again when Namjoon threw his head back, his mouth gaped open as he let out a deep groan and moaned. He looked so scary but at the same time so intimidating and so attractive. His movement still at the same pace, rough and fast. The pain started to develop inside your body, you clenched your palm into fists. ”yellow.” you muttered under your breath.

Namjoon gave a soft kiss on your shoulder as he kept going to reach his climax, you felt yourself tighten again. ”Good girl.” Namjoon praised softly, his palm rubbed your red ass. You moaned same goes to him when he splurged his cum inside of you, he stayed still for a moment, cockwarmed inside of you. You gasped stared at your pussy surged with his cum and yours as it trailed down to your tight. Your body almost gave up at the moment but Namjoon reached your body immediately. He carried you as he laid you down on his bed, you tried to catch your breath.

You got distracted when Namjoon walked away after giving you a soft kiss on the forehead. What was he doing? You were surprised when he turned around to see a dildo in his grasp. He grabbed you closer to him with the spreader bar before pulling it up made your legs widen and your pussy spread for him. It was crazy how you still can think how hot Namjoon right then, his built arms flexed when he grasped up the spreader. He looked at your hole before averting his eyes on you briefly and pushed the dildo inside of your core, your hands instantly wanted to reach your pussy but Namjoon’s glare halted your moves. Namjoon chuckled as he pushed in and out the dildo inside your pussy, ”Look at this dildo fucking my slut pretty pussy, my cum looked hot inside your hole, baby. This pussy is mine, do you understand?”

”Yes! It's yours!” You squealed helplessly, you squirmed when Namjoon pushed the spreader higher. Your ass practically hanged against the mattress, he gave a push of the dildo into you forcefully. You moaned when he turned it on, your mind went insane by the dildo vibrated inside you wildly. ”Fuck! Baby!” You yelled as you tried to clench your thigh but the restraint kept them opened. ”How many times now?” Namjoon asked, your voice stuck at your throat. Namjoon disliked it when you didn't answer him as he pushed the dildo further inside you. ”Four!” you replied.

Namjoon nodded, he stayed there, just let the dildo inside of him made all work for him. His right hand went up and grasped the spread bar, he smirked as he gazed down at you as you squirmed and moaned, begged his mercy but Namjoon just stayed there hold the spreader up with both of his hands and watched you rode your fifth orgasm. ”Namjoon, please... I beg you to stop, It's too much,”

”I will stop until you knew the weight your words have,” He replied, his eyes enjoyed how wrecked you looked under his gaze. ”Namjoon!” you were getting angry at the moment, ”Baby please I’m sorry okay, I didn't mean it!”

That got his attention as he crouched down, gripped your chin and stared deep inside of your orbs. ”I know you didn't but I have to make sure you won't talk like that to me again. You both know, I’m the only one for you.” His words made you angry but you can't stop your stomach coiled up, you felt butterflies from it. ”I’m the only want who can treat you like this and giving you satisfaction.” You yelled when Namjoon pushed the dildo inside of you again as it became slippery because of the cum stuffed inside of you. ”Please take it out!” You screamed, you cant held it anymore.

To your surprise Namjoon muttered ’okay’, you were relieved at second but gasped when he pushed the spreader higher to the air as he removed the dildo but pushed his hard cock inside of you. ”Namjoon! Stop!” You had tears rolled down your cheeks.

”You know your safe word.” He replied as he looked down at you, pushed his hips inside of you roughly. Your moaned became louder as the pain started to approach you. He gave a few more thrusts inside of you then replaced his cock with his fingers. Your orgasm started to swell again, you pushed his wrist off from your hole, Namjoon shook his head at your moves. He put the spreader bar down before he slapped your face, ”Stop fighting and take this like a good slut, baby.”

This time Namjoon shoved his cock inside of you, he snapped his hips into you, he supported his weight with his arms beside your face as he plunged inside of you so rough. His hard breath fanned your face, he then pulled out again from you then reached down and pushed his three fingers inside of you. You screamed and shut your eyes as you felt another orgasm came. Namjoon pulled out his fingers when he felt like your orgasm started to reach and placed his dick inside of you. ”Come around my cock like a good whore.” Namjoon groaned.

Your hands tried to push his chest off from you but to no avail he didn't move at all instead pushed his dick inside of you so rough, ”Namjoon stop!” you begged, your body tried to fight him. Your orgasm started to reach again but Namjoon kept thrusted his hip. You can’t do it anymore. Your breathe quickened, ”Namjoon!” you screamed out, wished he pulled out but Namjoon gave a kiss on your forehead still thrusted like a wild animal. ”Namjoon!” you yelled again. ”Red”

”What?” Namjoon abruptly stopped his movements, baffled by what you said. His grip on your hip loosened a bit, he looked down at you with confusion. You never once used those words every since you and him together, he knew you liked it but today he heard those words. ”Red!” You repeated, your eyes shut as tears rolled down your cheeks left him shocked, he slowly took his cock out of you, afraid if he took it out abruptly your body will ache even further.

”Shit! What is hurt baby?” He crouched down on the floor opened the restraint from you. You immediately brought your legs up as you curled up against the mattress, you broke down and sobbed like a child. You brought your hands to your aching private part, put on the pressure against it to lessen the pain. Ykh was in great pain, Namjoon didn't hurt you but it was too much, you couldn't take the overstimulation.

”Baby, what do you need? What can I do for you?” Namjoon panicked, he felt guilty about the way he had treated her. He should not punish you that hard, he knew you already apologize but he was too angry, he wanted you to know you were him, he never wanted to make you hurt. ”I-I don't know,” you chocked on your tears made Namjoon ashamed by himself. Namjoon quickly stood up and took the comforter he had thrown earlier before he punished you on the floor and wrapped your body with it.

”Please, don’t cry, baby,” Namjoon wiped your tears as he kissed your shoulder from the back, ”I’m sorry, I had hurt you, I’m so sorry, Princess.” Namjoon caressed your hair as he nibbled your earlobe nonstop whispered sorry, you felt sorry for him. He didn't even hurt you, you were just too sore to take the punishment.

”No, Namjoon, you didn't hurt me. I was too sore, I promised you I enjoyed it,” You slowly turned your body to him and wrapped his naked body with the comforter as well, you rested your head on his chest. ”I’m sorry.”

[mypimpademia]

How would bakugou, izuku, and todo react to their fem s/o yelling and crying because she can’t put on her eyelashes. So they laugh and help her put it on perfectly and she’s just like 😨

Bakugo x fem!reader, Midoriya x fem!reader, Todoroki x fem!reader

TW: Swearing

Note: I'm not exaggerating when I tell you I've been DYING to write this since it came in my inbox so I hope you like it :)

Taglist: @myhoodacademia @bnhainthewoo @iiminibattlehero @ecao @v-vpluto @cheerfulpeople1234 @strawberry-ice @mixxfi @renzai @wolfkid22 @mythiccheroacademia @myfandemons @melanimed @sheepydumpling @lilsparkyswife

BAKUGO.

Katsuki often watches you do your makeup just because he enjoys watching the process

From a bare face to putting on foundation, concealer, and then trying to match your eyeshadow look on both eyes

But today, something went wrong along the way

Katsuki hadn't been watching you like he usually does because he decided to cook instead

So hearing you randomly let out a scream was alarming to him

At first, he thought you were hurt, or there was a stupid bug or something

But when he comes in to see you crying at your vanity hes just like

'What...'

When he asks whats wrong you pretty much start ranting

"I can't get my stupid FUCKING lashes on, I just wanted to do my FUCKING makeup but I cant even finish the look."

He bursts out laughing, but you dont find it funny, and let out another frustrated yell

Katsuki eventually realizes that something so small as not being able to get on false lashes is actually upsetting you, so he decides to help

"Alright, fine dumbass, let me help."

He actually wipes off all your make up since all your crying screwed it up

Manages to not only redo it exactly as you had it, but also sets your lashes on flawlessly

And he did it all faster than you ever have in your life

"How did you do that??"

"Its not that hard, dunce."

You could honestly slap him just for that, but you can't even be mad because he just did that good

And aside from his teases, he tells you how good you look to make you feel better about not being able to do it earlier

"You're so gorgeous babygirl."

But of course he deserved praise for doing so well too

Even though he knows he did good, so youre really just feeding his already big ego

"Thank you Katsu."

"Youre welcome baby."

MIDORIYA.

Like Bakugo, he enjoys watching you do your makeup

He loves watching you dab all the pretty colors onto your face

And today he was watching you like he always does, and when you got to your lashes, you began struggling

You didn't usually get them the first try, so he kept watching silently

Then randomly, you let out a startling scream

"H-hey, is everything okay, did you poke yourself in the eye or something?"

"I CAN GET MY LASHES ON!"

Your voice was pitched so high out of frustration, he almost couldnt hear you

Izuku makes you put your lashes down and calms you down before you stop crying

"C'mon baby... don't cry... I dont wanna see you cry... and you'll ruin the rest of your makeup."

Once you calm down, he picks up your lashes again, and tilts your head up so you're facing him

Puts them on perfectly in less than 40 seconds

"Tell me how you did that."

"Oh... I dont know, I just put them on."

You give him kisses all over his face, leaving lipstick/lipgloss marks everywhere

"Thank you, Izu."

"You're welcome baby."

TODOROKI.

He lovesssss watching you do your makeup

Just watches your hands go to work, dabbing foundation on, flicking your brushes across your face, meticulously applying eyeliner...

Its like magic to him, and he can't even imagine being able to do it

But as magical as you seem... even you have your limits and faults

Shoto was quietly watching your hands, only for you to throw them into the air and scream

He did nothing but hum, as if asking whats wrong

"I can't get my God damn lashes on!"

He honestly doesn't know what to do, and watches as you huff

"... I can try."

You thought about it for a second, but considering you could barely get them on yourself, the worst he could do is poke your eye or drop them

Shoto put them both on immaculately in about the 30 seconds

You really couldn't even say anything

So you sat there, starstruck

"I didn't mess them up, did I?"

"No. I just wanna know how the hell you did that."

Shoto shrugged and went back to admiring your pretty face

You gave him a kiss on the nose as a thank you :)

[bratz-kitten]

Hey girl, i need some advice and i hope you can help me. I don’t know if you’ve been through this but i guess so bc i saw some asks ago where you were talking about this and yeah

How do i deal with someone i love (ex partner) moving on so quickly and being with another girl?

And like, when that happened to you did you compare yourself to that girl? Because that’s also a huge issue of mine, im always comparing myself to her and stalking them like ugh HELP

OKAY FUCKING PREPARE YOURSELF

the first thing you’re gonna do is, hear me out: you’re not gonna get involved with ANYONE. not for a good while, not until you’re ready. trust me when i say that the one who moves on the fastest after the breakup is the one that’ll suffer the most. even though it might not seem like it now, even though he might be experiencing happiness right now, in some months reality’s gonna hit and it’s gonna hit him hard. why? because he didn’t process the breakup. he didnt allow himself the time to get over you and just moved on so he wouldn’t have to deal with the bad feelings. literally a few months after what happened to me, his best friend texted me saying how he tried covering up a huge hole with a quick bandaid and now he was realizing how it had only been a temporary solution to a permanent problem.

the second reason why you’re not gonna get involved with anyone else is because that’s what he’s expecting you to do. he immediately moved on to someone else in part to hurt you — and he WANTS you to move on with someone else so that he can feel the satisfaction of you trying to replace him. it’ll boost his ego and it’ll make it easier for him to warp his perception of you into someone who he doesn’t respect.

if there’s one thing i know is that men always come back, no matter how toxic or healthy what you had was. they come back when they sense you getting over them, they come back when they see how amazing you’re doing, they come back when they realize how much they messed up.

so what you’re gonna do is focus on yourself. im not just talking about a physical glow up, im talking mental. when i went through that i couldnt stop comparing myself to her, i used to have an amazing confidence but i let myself shatter it, constantly feeling like i wasn’t enough, like i wasn’t loveable, like i was replaceable just because he replaced me. you know what helped? working on my individuality. right now im focusing so much on developing my style, wearing things out of my comfort zone, things that make me happy, things that make me feel so sexy and confident. unique things. working on my makeup skills too and how to express myself with makeup. skincare and haircare too, there’s something so healing about taking care of yourself and being gentle and dedicating all the love and care you deserve and start seeing results. go watch hyram on youtube if you want to learn about skincare! it’s so much fun. about the mental part: astrology has helped me so much. you gotta be infatuated with yourself, with learning more about you and your past and your traumas and unhealed shit that you need to acknowledge and work on. also manifestation and saying daily mantras to myself about how pretty and smart and interesting i feel, and listening to music that makes me feel sexy. i find exercise boring bc i need to be constantly stimulated so what i started doing was dancing to just dance videos on youtube and now i cant stop LOL ITS SO FUN, gets my blood pumping makes me feel sexy when im dancing to rihanna songs AHDJDJDJ and makes me feel more energized. and for the love of god: PLEASE get a hobbie. you don’t need to do a lot right now, just ONE. hobbies give you so much self-worth and make you feel so capable and like you’re art creating art - i dont want to be cheesy but it is true that interesting people have interests, this is the time for you to get into something you’ve always wanted to do or that you used to love doing as a child but stopped because life got in the way.

i also want you to allow yourself to feel. don’t repress - whenever you want to cry, cry. whenever you miss him, allow yourself to. whenever you remember all the amazing things he did, or all the terrible things he did, or that YOU did, allow yourself to feel all that. time heals nothing, it’s you who’s gotta put in the work to heal yourself.

also, this is the time to focus on your friendships. join an online community or talk with your current friends, talk with them through what happened, be with people who can make you laugh just as hard as he did. communicate all that you feel to them, about your past, about how much you love them, doesn’t matter.

a thing that i did that helped so much was that i’d imagine him coming back and begging me to get back together with him, and i’d imagine being at a point that i felt so good by myself, that i was so confident and so focused on my shit that i’d tell him no. and eventually i became that girl, who was over him and deserved so much more than some childish kid who thinks i’m replaceable, and that’s exactly when he came back. so, please remember that just because you feel like he replaced you, it doesnt mean he did. you are irreplaceable, unfuckwitable, unlinkable, way too good for ANYONE.

and PLEASE STOP WITH THE STALKING LMFAO THAT’S THE WORST PART OF ALL, IT’S SO HARD TO STOP STALKING AND TO NOT ANALYZE EVERY LITTLE THING THAT HE LIKES AND TWEETS AND EVERYTHING THAT SHE POSTS BUT YOU’RE GONNA STOP THAT RIGHT NOW. you dont need to block them, there’s an option on twitter that lets you silence them so you’ll never see them on your tl, if it’s on other social medias where you can’t silence, unfollow and block. know that it doesn’t matter who’s prettier or smarter or hotter, SHE’S NOT YOUR COMPETITION. know that as much as you’re comparing yourself to her, she’s comparing herself to you ten times worse. sending your pics to her friends asking them if they think you’re pretty and shit. she’s not your enemy and it’s not her fault he’s an asshole. so you’ll just let them completely out of your life. also, out of sight out of mind. avoid seeing him. if you have work together or school together or ride the bus together or whatever, avoid all the places where you know he’ll be. make an effort to never be around the same places as him.

i wish you good luck my love, know that you’re the shit, literally the hottest and smartest bitch alive and that’s something he’ll never be able to take away from you. this is what helped me through the worst times, so take it with a grain of salt pls im not an expert. I LOVE YOU

[thisdreamplace]

hi! i was the anon who asked about career, thanks for your thoughtful response. i dont know exactly what it means or how to change my self-concept. from my perspective, i was always overconfident, always thought i was amazing and super capable and smart and this reflected in my life. my peers admire my intelligence and would say “omg im so jealous youre so accomplished” and i would ace my exams in school without studying, i would get internships easily, i would get praised for my outstanding work ethic, etc. which i feel like means my 3d aligned w my inner self-concept? to be completely honest, i always thought and still think i am someone who accomplishes a lot and is admired, and not trying to be narcissistic but more that i work hard and it pays off. so thats why i was so shocked when things didnt go well? it didnt match up with everything i was used to, which is success. the pandemic and social media, bad news, etc. never affected me. i always thought id get any job i wanted. my sp and friends also would reflect my thoughts, saying that they know im going to get such an amazing job.. so i guess i wonder what “went wrong”? it really discouraged me and now i feel really worried and hesitant about applying for better jobs in the next year or so :( i tried journaling and meditating to really think about and be honest w myself but idk.. dont feel like i was ever lying to myself or that i deserve anything but the best and yet here i am

Hi!

It's really frustrating to feel like you've done it all and nothing is working. And I know it can feel even more frustrating to hear you aren’t doing anything wrong, when it feels like you clearly must be. The law is definitely a journey and it may not click all overnight. But the important thing is that you keep persisting, no matter what.

In my reality, I know for a fact self concept is at the foundation for everything. So I'm sorry, but this is the best perspective I can give you because it is the one that best aligns with my own experience. It’s an approach that really puts all the responsibility into your hands and it can feel like a lot at times. So I am sorry if this approach doesn’t really resonate with you, but it’s the most accurate and consistent way to get results from my experience.

That being said, it doesn't make sense for your 3D to align to your self concept then one day it decides it doesn't want to anymore and starts showing you things outside of your state. It cannot be so. The 3D doesn’t have a mind of it’s own. The thing about it is that you're not an exception to the law. As in, you're not hitting every nail on the head and it's still not working for you. No one is an exception to the law.

However, I also cannot say I know what is going on in your inner world. And from what you are telling me everything is perfect in your inner world. Thing is, this conflicts with the exact way the law works. The external reality is only a mirror. It will only ever be a mirror of you. So, if everything was great on the inside then the 3D would have no choice but to be great on the outside. Something is not adding up. But only you would be able to figure out what that is. And really, it’s not even something you need to search for. Just being and allowing yourself to go through life is often a good thing to do in moments where you’ve felt like you’ve exhausted all options.

But, from everything you're saying the best I can come up with is three things:

You focus on the 3D heavily. Everything you wrote about is validation from the outer world. You believed these things because something showed up to make you think so, but when things don't go your way it’s possible that you shut down. From your other ask, you said your friends would tell you "it's fine, first jobs outside of college are just like that." Thing about it is, everyone is you pushed out. People aren't giving you advice they came up with on their own. In this way, you can take that very verbal hint from your 3D. There's a part of you, a rather strong and persistent part of you, that believes that. Otherwise your friends couldn't have shown up to say it. On top of that, the fact you have had such a difficult time getting the job you wanted is proof on it’s own. The 3D does not have a mind of it's own. It simply does not. And the quicker you can take responsibility for what the 3D is showing you, then turn yourself towards your inner world to make the needed changes, then you will be able to experience what it was you sought to experience in the first place.

You come from a place of ego rather than a true place of knowing who you are. Everything you said about yourself is great. It's not narcissistic at all. It's amazing to see yourself in such high regard. But in some ways, it only scratches the surface. If everything was your true feeling deep within, this wouldn't be an issue right now. Your ego doesn’t manifest for you, your true self manifests for you. And you cannot be rejected unless you reject yourself. Think about it. If you are God of your reality and you know it to be the most stable fact in your life, how thrown off would you ever really be? How often would you feel powerless? You would have your human moments, sure. But you would be more confident and able to see passed the things in front of you. Like I said before, the law has a very simple way of working. As within, so without. No one is the exception. It works the same for all of us. Life doesn't happen to us, it happens through us. And it seems like a part of you feels you don't actually have control. Perhaps you could deepen that amazing feeling you feel to within you, to who you truly are. Rather than it only being tied to your identity as a human/ego, but also as your truth as the creator of your reality. Our human self can do very little. It is within us where we have the ability to move mountains. Hopefully that makes sense.

Finally, you keep feeling the need to try. And manifesting isn't a trying process. In everything you mentioned where you felt the 3D validated you, it seems like it just happened to be so. Everyone and everything seemed to align with you naturally, because that's how you saw yourself. But when it came to the career, you felt like it was time for you manifest something outside of you. Like you're getting something outside of you that you need to manifest in. When in truth, the job of your dreams is fulfilled within you first and then you experience is without. If you were fulfilled within, you may not love your current job but you wouldn't spiral because of it either. Because you don't need your job to be a certain way to make you feel good, you already know and feel good within. This is subtle, but it's important to notice. Because through that inner fulfillment, even if you would have taken this job it wouldn’t have lasted long before something better came along. But there’s a piece of you that isn’t allowing that into view. Either you’re giving up too soon (which it doesn’t seem like it, from your asks) or you’re simply not allowing the opportunity into your experience.

I truly hope this helpful. Once again, my biggest understanding of the law lies in self concept and I full heartedly believe it is at the heart of manifesting. So in that way, I am not able to answer you any better than from my own experience. But hopefully somehow you are able to take something from this and it will help you along on your journey. 💖

[caligulalotus]

@axiolotl​ ok so im putting this in it’s own post because i dont want to clog people’s dashes but hehehehe

This is under read more cause it got longer than I thought it was gonna be

So The Lucky One serves two purposes as the opening of one of my playlists. Usually I’ll make the first song one that either encompasses the character’s whole journey/nearly all of it, or I’ll put something that lays out the very start of their character arc, and The Lucky One does both of those, as it’s a song about becoming disillusioned with the industry one is a part of. So the opening verses serve young and happy go lucky York Silk, and the song shows the rest of his journey. The last verse I think covers his final season in Seattle SUPER well, actually, and I’m trying to make an animatic out of that.

There actually is only one other song in the pre-shell era not because I don’t have many thoughts about York’s character in that part of his life, but because I don’t know many songs that fit it. Are You Satisfied? fits the disillusionment York would come to experience (” Was I meant to feel happy that my life/Was just about to change?”), and also, the thing that I touched on in my latest fic (cough cough) about feeling like his lack of physical change doesn’t reflect what he’s been through (”'Cause it's my problem if I want to pack up, and run away/It's my business if I feel the need to smoke, and drink and sway/It's my problem, it's my problem/If I feel the need to hide/And it's my problem if I have no friends, and feel I want to die”)

I tried to use Garages songs about York to showcase the beginnings of new eras because there was a suprising amount of songs about York, actually. Our Dork is specifically about him being in the shell, so it is the start of the shell part, basically. “Look Who’s Inside Again” is the next one and is very literal here. I used it both because he’s literally stuck in the shell, and because of “When you're a kid and you're stuck in your room/You'll do any old shit to get out of it/Try making faces/Try telling jokes, making little sounds” because I do think being a child star has fucked York up quite a bit :). I think he feels like he always has to put on a performance of like... being fine, even when he’s not. I’m Gonna Win and 2econd-2ight-2eer are technically shell, but they’re specifically a song for each Pods fight. I thought York needed some vaguely evil songs. He deserves it. I chose I’m Gonna Win for the season 9 fight because it’s got a lot of confidence in the lyrics but it’s also a lot about how much everything sucks all the time. (”It’s hard to fulfill everyone’s expectations/It’s hard to keep up with the rest.../ I’ll never lose, I’ll never die/You’ve seen me before, you’ll see me again/I’ll never give up, I’ll never give in”). 2econd-2ight-2eer is more “going bonkers and having fun with it”, so I think it reflects The Shelled One’s carelessness during the second fight, which I think transfered over to how the Pods played, overconfident and risky. Also the line “The devil made me do it but I also kinda wanted to” just has REALLY fun implications.

The next three songs are post-the final pods fight but before York dies. I put Seventeen on this playlist because I put it on literally every playlist I make for a character between the ages of 15-18. I just think it is neat. I Bet On Losing Dogs doesn’t have a lot of analysis to it , because it is just there because it makes me sad. The Moon Will Sing does have some stuff to it though, namely the lyrics “Tell me once again/I could have been anyone, anyone else/Before you made the choice for me” and “I want to feel the fire that you kept from me/The moon will sing a song for m/I loved you like the sun/Bore the shadows that you made/With no light of my own/I shine only with the light you gave me” because I think it works both as being aimed from York’s perspective at the Shelled One and at the fans, because he really had no agency his entire life. The LoreTM for the first time he avoided shelling is self sacrifice, but the real reason is that he got thrown around the board with JT and PDP, and then no one tried to save him the season he was really shelled. He has had a lot of his agency taken from him by the gods within both the lore and the actual game, and outside of the lore it’s been all the fans. York Silk has never been able to live or die on his own terms.

York Silk (Rest In Violence) starts dead York era. Ghosting is pretty self explanatory and covers the couple of months he was in the Hall. Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear and Killer both cover the two year siesta in between York’s resurrection and his first season in debt, because, yeah, that was a thing that happened. Because Dreaming Costs Money, My Dear literally opens with the lyrics “I can still smell the fire/Even though it's long died out/The smoke still hangs in my hair/And on some quiet evenings it burns my eyes” which just. Dying fucks you up! Who knew! Especially when your death entailed being set on fire! Killer specifically reflects that no one knew what, exactly, York’s death was gonna be like because he was the first debted batter. (”Can the killer in me/Tame the fire in you?/Oh, is there nothing left to do for us?/I am sick of the chase/But I'm hungry for blood/And there's nothing I can do”) Was he going to make people Unstable? Would it be something else? How exactly was he gonna go about doing it? And he just had two years to ruminate on that. Fucked up and evil, The Game Band!

Alright the shelling of oliver loofah by the coward york silk is our second to last era, which I am lovingly calling “York is back from the dead and ego makes him rude”. I specifically write ego as making him draw away from his friends and loved ones, which is why Achilles Come Down (”Some of us love you/Achilles, it's not much but there's proof”) and Never Love An Anchor (”On some level I think I always understood/That a ship could never really love an anchor/So I did the only thing that I could/And severed the rope to set you sailing from my harbor”) are on there.

AND the final era, Vault time. Goodbye reprises Look Who’s Inside Again so I have it as the start of the Vault, because man, York sure was trapped by and forced to play for two gods on two separate occasions, huh. Dead Hearts focuses more on York having to simply sit by and watch as the Fridays died and the world ended, locked inside the Vault. Nobody York knew really... made it into the Vault with him. The way Dead Hearts goes carries on like a conversation, so I’ve been imagining it as Lootcrates talking to York and trying to get his perspective of the history happening before their eyes. Last Words of a Shooting Star is on there because everyone is dying and it makes me sad so of course it is, but also because post Semi-Centenial all the replicas and their originals just had to live together in there, and the line “Did you know the Liberty Bell is a replica, silently housed in it’s original walls?/And while it’s dreams played music in the night/Quietly, it was told to believe” just makes me feel immense sadness about the replicas and the replica making process. The last song on the playlist and the era of the Vault is As The World Caves In because come on. It’s the end of the world and I don’t have a big variety in my music taste. I hope York is doing okay in that Vault, man.

[slystallone]

GIRL my life MESSY as hell right now, my brain is absolutely EVERYWHERE. I’ve had the worst night/day of my life so my brains like that scene from spongebob where Patrick is ordering at the Krusty Krab and he’s just drooling BC he doesn’t know what to order 🤦🏻‍♀️

BUT, I’ve learned a lot from the Rocky films, but more specifically the speech he gave to Robert. It is EXACTLY how I’ve learned life to be, in my short 19 years on this stupid spinning ball, nothing had ever been more true. It helped me learn that it’s okay to have hope, to keep that fire alive in my soul but to also have a realistic outlook on life itself. That people are going to be negative, they’re going to be mean, that no matter what their circumstances many will be very selfish as well. I want to be brave and know my worth, yet know when to be kind and selfless, to know what to focus my energies on. Most of my life I’ve ALWAYS took what people said and did to me to heart, and now as I’m older and have learned so much, I ‘laugh’ at the words and actions that are supposed to hurt me.

I sound loco but I PROMISE I’m 100% (not) normal 😬

oh i'm sorry! i'm here if you wanna talk about it! i'll answer privatly if you want..i'm no professional obviously, but sometimes just venting can be helpful

it IS exactly how life is!! in my case i learned it first and then watched the movie lol but its amazing how nothing is ~by chance and things fall into place. just when i decided to do better and to BE better i discover one of the most inspirational characters ever.

there you go!!l love that for you!! i'm on that path as well! to work on myself, to be more confident, more assertive, i already am more positive than i EVER was...to know how to stand up for myself, learn to have some discipline once and for all...its hard to teach yourself all of these things, but not impossible! learning all of this and still stay kind, classy, polite... its a process. especially when you have to do it yourself with no guidance! i have also learned to understand that people's opinion of me just doesn't matter. sounds like 'duh' but understanding you DON'T HAVE to explain, justify or PROVE anything, you can just assume whatevr you want about me and i don't have to prove you're wrong if you are!! "oh yeah? that's what you think? ok". amazing.

When you know who you are nobody can project their shit on you! their opinions really do become laughable. that's just us shattering our egos and i love that for us

you don't sound crazy at all, you sound like someone who loves herself, who's on a path to become a better version of them and who understands that life is this ongoing journey of learning and unlearning a bunch of things but that you can and will triumph! Like that Poe quote he mentioned "I promise to take life by the throat and I shall not let go until I succeed"

And about your fics...everyDAY since 2013?? dude.. post it. if you want, of course haha. i'm not a writer but in my experience you're all too overcritical of yourselves. don't forget to tag it so people can find it if you post it here, and you'll get some feedback! tag me if its abt a sly character too 😁

also ooh i dont blame you. i thought about gifing him in spy kids lol i might. early 2000s sly.....deserves some attention....

[simonalkenmayer]

Heyo! I'm new to your blog, and I wanted to say I think you're very good morally, especially considering to survive you gotta eat people, and that you dont do it at random, you pick people who deserve it! Granted, I'm not one for capital punishment, but you eating a serial killer could be considered a public service. I don't get why people are so mean to you about it, I mean, you literally hunt human monsters when you're an actual monster. Its kind of poetic.

I don’t much care about the morality of that. The truth is, o now know that I can live in the woods, be insensible and terrifying, eating deer and the odd hiker. I can live another way. I choose not to. I choose to keep my consciousness. I could compare it to someone having to choose between robbing a bank, or causing themself brain damage that doesn’t affect life, but does affect the consciousness. Between those two choices most of you would rob the bank, even if stealing is “wrong”. If the choice was between killing someone else or killing yourself, many of you would ask “whom may I kill?” And if the answer was “Anyone you choose.” You’d likely, many of you, search for the nearest murderer about to be released from prison, or a known pedophile, or a person guilty of large scale theft, so on. Many of you might choose to harm yourself rather than inflict pain on another, and believe me I do understand that thought process. I’m simply far too predatory to embrace it for myself. I’ve learned this the hard way.

I will say that goodness, niceness, pleasantries, aren’t important to me. I do not strive to be any of those things. I strive to be me in a pure way, I strive to analyze my ego, my preconceptions. I strive to be kind, as an action on the world. It’s a work in progress, and I claim neither perfection of it, nor any other sort of “superiority” or enlightenment.

People do so love to put words in my mouth, or think that because I speak definitely about my boundaries that I am quite cruel. I can be cruel if I allow myself to be. I choose not to. They read that and become afraid and search for anything tiny hole in my armor to pick at so as to tear me down. I’d not wear armor. Never have. Don’t much care about being torn down. Don’t much care about pleasing everyone.

In this place I care about my data, protecting my work. I care about the experience of the readers and the community they have built with each other. I care about making this large group self-sustaining and regulating, so that when I do step away, it survives me, and so that the things I’ve said that mean something can be searched and referenced. Should people choose to do so.

I don’t want power or authority. I don’t want worship. I don’t want a cult or rituals. I don’t even care about praise. I want to learn, teach if I can. Part company as friends who have been useful to each others’ perspectives and thoughts. But in the experiences of humans who have been on the internet or met those who make large claims and so on, the person doing that has a motive. They want something. They’re conning to gain something. So of course they assume I’m the same no matter how frequently I prove them wrong and however seldom I give them fodder to assume that is something g I am doing.

It’s all fear. Fear I understand completely. It’s a fear that is misplaced when directed at me, but they’ve no way to know that. And so I do not begrudge them feeling it. I do take issue with them spreading it, using it to try and hurt people, using it to try and ruin my work here. But my constant refrain will always be: that isn’t who I am. Learn who I am through my actions. Don’t fight endless fires you don’t have to. It’s a waste of energy.

Anyway...that’s a bit of a rambling post.

[wishthefish916]

Wow I never realized just how much I resonate with Roman. In the past I’ve always aligned myself with Logan, because the medium encouraged it. Sanders Sides is mostly debates, and the less fanciful a side is the more clearly their points can be portrayed. Most episodes, the ones I watch the most anyways, usually have the emotional ones floundering around trying to explain what’s wrong, and Logan has to sift through it all, explain to US what’s wrong, then solve it, reigning them in in the end. He always wins the debates, and my ego really likes that.

However, when we switch mediums, like to music for example, emotions are more strongly communicated. The nuances to the character are explained in ways words just could not. I have learned more about Roman from this playlist than I have learned about him in the entirety of Sanders Sides, and that is because the medium encourages it. Roman is allowed to express himself, completely by himself, with no input from the others to shoot down his ideas, and I’ve realized just how much of a disservice I’ve done to myself by shutting him out.

On the surace, I do really strongly resonate with Logan. My intellect has always shown through more than anything when interacting with people, we have similar speech patterns, thought processes, really because of the... everything, about me, it just kinda made sense. And if not Logan, I’d see myself in Patton, Virgil, hell even Remus and Deceit before I’d even consider Roman.

And it makes sense. Roman is emotional, unrealistic, loud. He feels everything and makes sure everyone knows exactly what it is, which is the opposite of what I have always strived for. Sit down, shut up, do your job and do it well. conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know Be a scientist, or a teacher, or a mathematician. Use your intellect for good. Your trauma has ruined everything else for you. If that fails you, you have nothing.

But I’ve been working... Really Hard. I know I can’t be happy as a single dimensioned person. And I’ve done a lot to start to accept that I’m not just my intellect. I’m funny, I’m kind, I’m weird, I’m thoughtful.

I’m creative.

There have always been little moments that I’ve tried to suppress from the world. Only singing when I’m alone in my car because I dont want anyone to hear my voice. Looking up audition dates at the local theater and never attending, but always looking for the next date. Never drawing in front of someone unless it’s almost done. Picking up a new instrument every month or so, but quitting when I realize I’m not great right off the bat. There’s so much I’ve hid from everyone because I don’t think it’s good enough, don’t think I’m good enough. I’m always hiding my interests from the world, in fear they will see me for what I am.

A person. I am a living, breathing, multifaceted, imperfect person, and that honestly, terrifies me. Because if they see I can be emotional, or unrealistic, or loud, I fear I’ll lose the little support I do have. And I so desperately do not want to be alone.

But that fear is unjust. If I can support my friends when they are these things, it’s only fair they support me too. And if they don’t, my personality will be loud enough that I can find a better replacement. So I deserve to feel. I deserve to dance, and sing, and love. I deserve to feel unabashedly, be extreme. I don’t have to reign myself in all the time. So I won’t.

And Roman isn’t just obnoxious. He’s ambitious as hell. He knows what he wants and dreams to usurp it. He won’t accept less than because he believed in himself enough to think he deserves it.

But that’s changed. Every video, he tries to shoot for what he (and Thomas) wants, but is always shot down. Reaches for the stars and is told to settle for the clouds. He tries so hard to communicate what he wants to, but the medium is actively working against him at every step. Hence why one of the few times he actually felt better at the end of a debate was in Learning New Things About Ourselves, when they switched mediums and was able to actually communicate what he needed to without Logan interfering. He could explain the nuances to his feelings freely, like he’s been trying to since the beginning of the series.

Roman is more than a handful of characteristics. We just weren’t really able to see that until now. I now see that by denying myself resonance with Roman I am doing myself such a huge disservice, but I, starting today, am actively working to undo that. So, thanks, @thatsthat24 and @thejoanglebook, to giving me exactly what I needed to see this.

[pinkvhs]

Awh man.. I understand if you want to turn your versions of the jse egos into ocs instead,its fair,Its just when people turn them into ocs,it feels,like they're not the same characters I'm attached to,in a way? I hope i dont sound selfish or anything,its not my intention,i know this may not make a lot of sense. does that mean yo'ure never gonna draw jse egos ever again? I loved to see them in your style tbh

people have done this before! (mostly in marks community with dark before dark became an Actual Thing™) so seeing those artist from long ago was like “huh what if i -”. Cause to be fair at this point the boys I made hardly follow any sort of thing jack made. Hell Marvin is the main character in the story for me. I’ve already given them different looks too and im in the process of giving names 

I’ll still reblog and share ego stuff like edits gifs and art because artists deserve some recognition! But me personally with me drawing the egos its hard to say if I will. I might cause the egos are my only source of lifeblood connecting me with jack anymore, but then again, i might not for many reasons. I still am curious what jack is going to do but with the egos but the dude has been going from annoying-->bad-->worse. it makes it hard for me to pour a lot of love into a dude who i dont even recognize anymore. a dude i dont have a lot of hope in anymore. and not just cause of egos. 

i mean who knows maybe things will change and i will draw them again. but as of now i dont have any creativity to draw them because i have grown to not recognize jack but also cause im busy lol 

[miraclealignersv]

Truce (George Luz x Reader) High school au

Ask: @whatwouldidowithoutgeorgeluz : i think i've been following you for a while and i'm only now learning you write??? oof??? but i was wondering if you could do a george luz high school enemies to lovers au if you can? thanks! (ps i'm reading ur writing and it's really good :))

A/n: aww thank you cutie! I really hope you enjoy, really tried my best! Also fun fact I learned while doing my research for UCLA, apparently in the 50’s all you needed to get into UCLA was a good transcript and a $5 fee. Y’all I got rejected from UCLA last year I’m—

Tag list: @gottapenny @wexhappyxfew @bandofmarvels @medievalfangirl

Everyone knew about the rivalry between Y/n Y/l/n and George Luz. Hell everyone had gotten tired of said rivalry that had originated freshman year. With senior year coming to an end it had only died down, no one knew why they despised each other so much.

Y/n when asked would say he was annoying and egotistical, she would go on and on about his inflated ego and how much of an asshole he was. However when George was asked he would reffer to her as the spawn of Satan, calling her all sorts of things from conniving and narcissistic to an all around bitch.

They would often hold their heads high when either was in the same class room. However at times it did get nasty, and teachers would have to get involved. Y/n could tell anyone off the top of her head how many afternoons she had to spend in detention all because of him, it was 67 times.

The school year was coming to an end, this also meant the graduating class of Toccoa High School was to spread their wings and fly away. Many of the seniors getting their acceptance letters from various universities. Y/n had been called into the principals office, scared that Luz had said something that had gotten her in trouble. However she was instead handed six envelopes, all with her name written in the front.

Y/n didn’t want to make a big deal, hell she didn’t even want to open them. There was a fear that she didn’t get accepted to any of the ones she applied to. Hell she had perfect grades, always had them. However her SAT score was low, no matter how many times she took it she could never have a perfect Score. To add to all of that she wasn’t good enough— especially since David Webster had gotten his Harvard acceptance letter days before.

At lunch time she hid out in the halls where no one usually hung around. From the nervousness alone she felt as if she was going to die, she couldn’t open them. Pacing back and forth she took her bottom lip in between her teeth and chewed at it, there was no way she was going to open the letters.

Holding them in the grip of her fingers and stared at each individual one. Tears forming in her eyes from the desperation and how nervous she was. The sudden urge to sit and cry just outside a classroom hit her, and that’s exactly what she did. Lowering herself down onto the floor of the hallway with her back to the wall. Setting the five envelopes to the side she then placed her hands over her face and cried silently.

She didn’t care if people passed by and saw her like that, she didn’t care. All she wanted was to open the goddamn letters, and sooner than later she would have to. She heard footsteps coming down the hallway, she didn’t even budge she just kept silently weeping into her hands. Then the footsteps steps stopped in front of her.

Slowly raising her head up she expected to see one of the annoying freshmen that wandered the halls. She even expected a teacher, but never did she expect George Luz. He just stood there watching her as she tried to compose herself.

“Spawn?” He asked, y/n scoffed and rolled her eyes as she brought the back of her hand to wipe her tears away. George only stared confused at the crying girl.

“What Luz?” She spat back before sniffing slightly annoyed that he was there, George chuckled and turned his gaze over to the envelopes that laid face down next to her.

“Heard a demon kind of scary sound coming from this side of the hall thought I’d check it out” he teased, y/n sniffled again and continued to wipe her face with her hands. His eyebrow raised up in confusion, 10 times out of 10 y/n y/l/n always had a sassy remark. “Didn’t realize you were capable of human emotion y/l/n” y/n scoffed this time and gathered her bag, in the process sliding one of the letters towards George’s feet.

“Shit...” she muttered under her breath as she reached for it, instead George placed his foot on it causing y/n’s Jaw to clench. “Luz I’m really not in the mood for- Just can you give it back” she sighed, George furrowed his brows and bent down to pull the letter from under his shoe. His eyes widening as he read the university name, Dartmouth.

“Dartmouth...” he read, y/n only felt the tears in her eyes again at the mention of the university. “Rejection or acceptance?” He asked, y/n rolled her eyes and shook her head trying to fight back the tears.

“Why do you care” she asked, George sat down and inched his way towards her. “Luz can you just—“ George shushed her and grabbed the rest of the envelopes.

“Harvard, Rice, Dartmouth, Princeton,Cornell, UCLA?! Y/n why haven’t you opened them yet?” He asked, y/n shook her head and looked away. “I got mine back from Pen State, although it’s not my first choice I think I’m sticking with it” he explained, y/n swallowed hard as she tried to reach for the letters.

“Luz just...” he only moved them away from her and continued to babble on about his top choice being UCLA.

“Haven’t gotten my letter, I was called to the office maybe I did get them— whoa why are you crying?” He asked still very shocked that the girl who returned his fire was crying. He respected the hell out of her for how proud she was, and he knew that their rivalry wasn’t all hatred. George has known her for years, hell they practically grew up in the same neighborhood. He remembered the first time he ever met her, they raced down the street on their bikes, y/n falling and breaking her leg. And never once did she shed a tear.

“It’s just.. they’re rejection letters” she sniffles still not looking up, George only furrowed his eyebrows. Y/n was known for her grades, hell she had been on the high honor roll list for all four years of high school. “I bombed my SAT” She sniffled and looked down at her lap, George raised his eyebrow.

“What was your score?” He asked after a while, y/n inhaled deeply and felt the tears in her eyes again. “I got a 1250” George shrugged, y/n sighed and closed her eyes.

“1525” she muttered, George’s eyes widened at the number and slowly nodded.

“Hey, just open them.” He urged the letter into her hand. When she didn’t take it he patted the letter onto the end of the envelope before ripping the other end and pulling out the folded letter. “Here,” he handed her the letter she only shook her head.

“I can’t Luz,” she whispered, as she stared down at the letter as if it was going to bite her. George waited a while before groaning.

“You big baby..” he muttered as he opened the unfolded letter and cleared his throat. “Miss y/n y/l/n... were sorry to inform you...” George trailed off before turning to y/n who quietly let the tears that had accumulated in her eyes stream down her cheeks. “C’mon y/n, Rice is lousy anyway! They don’t know what they’re missing! Let’s see what Cornell has to say” y/n bit at her lip trying to hold her sob. George only continued to rip the end of the envelope and open the folded letter in his hand.

“Holy shit, y/n... you got accepted” he said in disbelief, y/n gasped and reached for the letter reading it over and chuckling in disbelief as George opened the rest of them. “What’s your first choice?” He asked as he ripped the UCLA one open.

“Dartmouth” she urged as she grabbed a hold of the Harvard one. They both unfolded the letters at the same time. “Its a no from Harvard” her voice saddened a bit as the words left her mouth.

“Acceptance! UCLA wants you y/l/n” he cheered as y/n reached over to grabbed Dartmouth as he grabbed Princeton . She watched as he skimmed over it and raised his gaze, giving her a head shake letting her know that she wasn’t accepted.

Taking the envelope in her hands she sniffled before ripping the edge open. Pulling the letter out, she took a deep sigh and closed her eyes. Her eyes skimming over the letter. Her mouth opening and tears forming in her eyes. George only watched and sighed in disbelief, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder as he got up.

“I’m in” she whispered, George turned around and furrowed her brows. “I’m in!! Holy shit I’m in!” She giggled before getting to her feet and pulling him in for a hug. George didn’t question it, he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her. Before pulling away she giggled again and jumped from how happy she was. “Whoa did we just..?” She asked taking a step back, George’s eyes widened and took in a sharp inhale.

“This damn rivalry has gone on for too long dont you think?” He asked, y/n placed her hands on her hips. “You’re off to your private school to succeed and I’m off to succeed, why don’t we call it a truce huh?” He asked opening his arms, y/n raised an eyebrow at his request and sighed. She shrugged and embraced him.

“Truce” she hummed as she held onto the letter, once she let go she reached down to grab the rest of the letters as he waited for her to recollect her things.

“You owe me a milkshake, after sitting there for the past 20 minutes I deserve a kiss at least” he shrugged as they walked down the hallway. Y/n rolled her eyes and pushed him playfully.

“I can totally take that truce back y’know” George chuckled at the words, he only shook his head and pushed her back.

“And I’ll tell everyone you cried like a wittle baby” he mocked fake tears making y/n roll her eyes.

“Fine, strawberry or vanilla?” She asked with a smile as they headed out of the building.

[petitprincess1]

My Heroic AU (Now With OCs)

Warning: Long(er) Post!

I’m back at it again with another thing explaining my Heroic Au. Figured that I should probably explain some of my OCs (even though the main four are technically OCs too, but shush). So, for those who are interested, click here to read my first post (for those who read it, now they got heights and ages) about my AU. I would say you don’t have to read that one, but it helps to get a gist of things. But if you dont want to, here’s the main idea:

Central/Main Idea: Mine are more on the chaotic good side of things than lawful because I find it more fun and they kind of explore the whole “if villains can kill and destroy and people just accept it, why can’t a hero do the same, especially when justified and with a corrupt justice system?” Basically, whenever a hero does anything like kill or destroy, no matter the reason, they are automatically seen as corrupt or they have a dying need to be stopped, even more so than villains. My Heroic characters basically exist to prove such a thought wrong…even if they aren’t the most mentally balanced people.

Also, I will be using imaged from others that I have commissioned/requested, while also tagging them. If they do not wish for me to use their drawings, then that is perfectly fine

Sayua Kobayashi/Cross-Boa (created by @little-geecko) Age: 34-35 Height: ~7 foot at full height, but can be about 6 foot 8 Job: Hero for hire/Archer Species: Naga (even though she doesn’t know how to shape-shift) Background: Very little is known about Sayua’s past, due to her being found as a baby in the middle of the forest…and her not willing to tell anyone about her background. Her parents, who were elders, often taught her to stay within the wilderness and often keep moving, due to them being nomads. They also taught her how to live off the land, how to defend herself, teaching her archery and how to create/fix her own weapons.

Her parents ended up dying, due to natural causes, when Sayua was 19, forcing her to live on her own. She didn’t really bother moving from where they last had made shelter, since it was in a pretty well-protected and bountiful. And because she didn’t want to leave her adoptive parents’ graves. Everything was pretty calm as she did whatever she could to take care of herself, until a year or two later someone had ransacked her place and her parents’ graves were dug up.

Sayua was able to track them down easily to a small town and had gathered information from people (who she snapped at few times from them taking too long to answer her) from where the thief seemed to be located. When she found them, it seemed like she had found them also having an illegal pawning business where they basically stole whatever they could from people, sell it off, and run before cops are notified. Needless to say, she was going to give them hell for disrupting her peace and interrupting her parents’ eternal peace.When she came out with a few wounds, bruises and only a fractured arm, as well as the criminals being taken away, Sayua was approached by a man with a white top hat that was very interested in her deed. Personality: She’s a very strong-willed woman with a fiery temper, while also taking absolutely no shit from anyone. if you ever tell her that her short temper and snappy behavior is from being alone in a forest for so many years, she’ll tell you it’s not, while also holding a sickle to your throat. Despite her behavior, she also is a natural leader and will often take the lead or make the first move. 

She also tends to be very indifferent to what your status is and what you have down. So, it’s pretty hard to intimidate her, but she does have her limits. just hardly ever shows them. Don’t expect her to be terrified of people like Demencia or Flug because the moment they breathe to even say one sentence, Sayua will yell, “HOLY SHIT! JUST KILL ME ALREADY!” …She’s impatient.

Despite all these “negatives”, she does have a soft spot that she shows from time-to-time and will often try to inspire younger heroes to work harder to be their best. …Does telling people that they will die if they don’t man up count as inspiration? Also, she may or may not be asexual. She just says that she would rather not figure out how snakes have sex. That and Lucius doesn’t make it any better with all the sex jokes he makes.

~~~

Lucius Wickes/Heartbreaker/Reaper (created by @skribblie) Age: 25 Height: 5 foot 8 Job: Hero for hire/Womanizer Species: Incubus Background: Lucius did live a pretty normal-ish life with his dad being a former demon from Hell that was one of Satan’s warriors, banishing all those that dare get in his way, and his mom being an accountant. He was raised and born in New Orleans, where his dad retired and met his mom. Lucius also met his ex-fiancee, Maria (yes, I know that Metauro’s ex-wife is named Maria. I made these backgrounds a long time ago…I am not changing anything). The two hit it off very quickly, due to Maria being immune to his passive infatuation ability and being more into just him, which he found absolutely incredible. He hadn’t really met anyone that wasn’t into him for simply being an incubus. Plus, Maria was also really into the supernatural, so that was something that put him at ease.

The two ended up leaving out of New Orleans to a smaller town that wasn’t even really on the map. Maria wanted to go there because she had always wanted to live a small, simple life and Lucius wanted to go there to propose. Unfortunately, neither got what they wanted.

Lucius refuses to say what all exactly happened, being vague on purpose to seem guiltier, except that her death was on his hands and that Maria’s last words were: “It’s not your fault.” …A man with a white hat also found him covered in blood, in the middle of a city that was littered with bodies, and had a thousand mile stare in his eyes. The only thing that made him snap out of it was of the man promising that he will make him atone for his sins. Personality: Lucius is a quick-witted smartass that really knows how to and when to get on somebody’s nerves. He has an extreme ego and isn’t afraid to boast about his best qualities He always looks for any opportunity to make an explicit joke or even to seduce someone. He will fervently deny that it’s some kind of self-medication and just say that it’s the price of being a demon. He also loves to play around or mess with people in any way that he can, even if it means that they may want to punch or kill him afterwards.

He’s the kind of guy that likes to cheat death or toe the line of danger, whatever gets his adrenaline pumping and unleashes a bit of the sleeping hellish beast within him. Whether that be through sex or even a bit murder, he’s all up for it. His preferred weapon is a hatchet or an axe.

Lucius can also barely control his demonic side and often keeps it under wraps. The only time he uses it is when in an emergency or when they both have a common end goal, which rarely happens. White Hat must be present when his demon side is let loose or else he’ll lose control fairly quickly and go on a rampage.

Lucius also often attends bars and even will be a bartender or even put on a show for the people. Anyone of any gender or configuartion loves him and loves them for helping him forget how much he hates himself.

~~~

Mari Belmont/The Marionettist (created by a friend and @redmoondragon-art) Age: 16 Height: 5 foot Job: Assassin for hire/Student Background: Mari was born without any powers or anything really all that unique. However, her father was researching a way to genetically engineer a hero. He didn’t really have any other test subjects, but Mari, who was 5 years old at the time, had volunteered to help him. Mari’s mom was against her helping her father, but after a long argument, she realized that she wasn’t going to win. So, she just only wished for her to be closely monitored and safe. There isn’t much to her background, since she’s so young, but the process to become what she is now was very long and grueling. She often remembers times waking up in the middle of the night in her test tube, almost drowning. Personality: Despite her age, Mari often is the mother of any group that she’s a part of. Always making sure that everyone is ready and taken care. She also had taken dancing and aerial silks lessons when she was around 10. It was just something that she always found interesting and graceful. Mari also loves any activity that requires any bit of creativity or using her hands.

Her powers also allows her use her strings like a tightrope, aerial silks (without even hurting herself), and that she can swing on. Not only that, but she also can use them to control peoples’ minds and make them like her puppet, which she often just makes them kill themselves with whatever is nearby. 

She also is extremely playful and hyperactive. She will also defend the actions of her parents, especially to those that dare pretend they know better. She also attends White Hat hero academy whenever she has free-time. ..What do you mean you have to register?

~~~

Panna “Pan” Ward/Pandora (created by @lightpudding) Age: 10-12 Height: 4 foot 4 Job: Freelance hero Background: Pan was very sick when she was born, an illness that attacked at her throat. Luckily, she was saved, but it cost her her vocal chords, rendering her mute, excluding a few small, quiet noises. Her parents were pretty kept in the shadows, even keeping some of their life away from Pan. All that is known that they were into the dark magic and even, rumored, satanism.However, they made sure that Pan was given as much care and love that she deserved, even home-schooling her and teaching her a bit of sign language.

Unfortunately. Pan only knew her parents for 9 years, due to a random attack that happened in her house. She had no idea what was happening because her parents hid her away in a closet. When everything had quieted down, she found her house completely in ruins and her parents dead bodies. She also found a jack-in-the-box near their bodies that was latched shut with a note, reading, “Take this and defend yourself. You’re the new Pandora.”

Pan wasn’t afraid of the demons that lurked within, especially if it meant that they could help avenge her parents’ death.  Personality: Pandora makes sure that everyone is okay before herself. It can even just be a random villain that she’s fighting. She’ll always come up to them with a small first-aid kit that she keeps in her box and makes sure they’re okay to go home. Although, a bandaid in a large, gaping hole in someone’s stomach may not help all that much. They still appreciate it though.

Her favorite demon in the toy box is a large creature that has hundreds of eyes all over his body, gnashing mouths, large, skin-tearing claws, and deep, timber voice that shakes the very ground. He has caused many deaths, made Satan himself even tremble in fear, created many widows, and has devastated thousands of armies. …Pan named him Lord Fluffybottom. He takes that name with great pride.

Pandora loves learning anything new and often will not ask for help, even if she’s too short to reach for something or has a hard time understanding. Pan also realizes that she is pretty much useless without her jack-in-the-box, but that doesn’t stop her from trying to help or fight, even if her hits amount to nothing. Luckily, not many people are willing to fight a defenseless child, even if she does take that as an insult.

Pan created the dress herself as a way to remember her parents, since it’s made from several pieces of fabric from their and her clothes. Not only that, but she doesn’t live in one place for too long and often moves from place-to-place. ~~~ I have more OCs, but they don’t have images and this going on for a bit long. I may make a part two. I hope that you guys like them and sorry if their stories may be edgy.

[wtfzodiacsigns]

February 2019

Although I’m late, here are some advices for the signs. Use your Sun, Moon and/or Rising :) (lets hope it works this time and if you’re seeing this it did)

Aries

I know you say you don’t care,“It’s none of my business”. You act that way as well, to the public eye it really does look like that. Frankly, you and I know that’s a lie. You see it, you check everything yourself even. No matter how much you want to believe your lie, that’s just what it is. It hurts. A lot. Don’t feed into the desire, you are better than the envy, jealousy, hurt and/or anger that’s bubbling beneath the surface. No matter how tempting it is.

Taurus

All that serious talk? Leave it aside and live in the moment. Just for that moment. Feel it. Let it take you wherever it pleases. Relax. Let the thrill take you. Feel it in your bones. Let the flames engulf you. Let it burn. Although playing with fire is dangerous, it sure as hell can be fun. And even if it’s in that moment, and last for just that moment, it’ll last as a memory as that unforgetable moment.

Gemini

Why are you so focused on the spotlight? Do you need the attention? You might not be as of aware of it, but deep down you do. Why stress about it? Rather then reflector lights, choose Moonlight. Bask in it’s beauty. I know it’s hard to accept things as they are at times, but that’s the only way. The Moon has too sides, the dark side is always present as well. Emrace it. Don’t be blinded by the beauty of things.

Cancer

Is the ego boost really that important? Are they the only one that can take you on that ride? No matter how much you call them out on it, think about yourself for a second. Are you in a position to do so? Do you see your mistakes? No? You’re not as diffrent as you think. Stop playing hide and seek. Show what you have to show, stop playing mind games.

Leo

They’re on your mind all the time, but do they deserve it? I know they seem perfect, you two make a perfect pair but reality could be skweed. Look out for yourself. I know you want to be perfect for them, but please be your best for yourself first. Only then. Take of your rose-coloured glasses and see things as they are. Full face value.

Virgo

Moving on is your way to go. And you did. You’re amazing, jaw dropping and they can see it. Regret? For going on with your life? Ha. Forget those who try to bring you down. You’ve been making these days your days. Dont let evil minds chage that.

Libra

Is it healthy? You say time stops when you are with them. Your feelings are deeper than the deepest parts of the ocean, and you’re just diving deeper and deeper. Sure, no matter the amount of ecstasy the waves of emotion bring, are you really breathing when you’re that deep? Are you really you? Have you lost yourself? Are you sure time stopped or are you just dead? No matter how shiny the gem, it might not be a gem, and just another pretty stone.

Scorpio

The burning hot flames. Adore them all you want but, do they adore you too? Travel. Love. Your eyes are the death of me. Devour. Speak. Tell your story.

Sagittarius

Have you been living a lie? I know you’re angry that they mistreated you but you’re better than that. You don’t need to be as petty as you’re acting. You’re maturing. Even if things seem grim, don’t lose hope. Believe in yourself and work for it.

Capricorn

Relax. Stop holding in your breathe. Take a minute to process everything. It’s a scary place, but you’re killing it. Enjoy the night time. Stars are shining for you tonight. They’ll show you the way through a dark night. Just breathe.

Aquarius

Make peace with your mistakes and they’ll turn to gold. Stop rushing things. Who said it’s now or never? Make sure the advice you’ve been given is actually good. Things aren’t going as you planned, alas when do they ever? It’s alright if these are your worst times. It’s good. You’re good. You’re moving on. You won’t need to sing the words of the songs that you don’t mean anymore.

Pisces

When was the last time you ment something you said? You can’t live the same day over and over again and expect things to be different. You’re doing things you love yet feel nothing.Change. You’re going places. Still nothing. Change. That’s the only way to progress. It’s sad at times, but it’s worse to be stuck doing things that aren’t genuine.

Source: shining-star-from-beyond

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Emerald V’s Neo: Is it on the Cards?

Could Neo trigger Emerald’s path to redemption? 

In this post I am going to attempt to break down, a theory and a potential path/ story arc for our favorite thief. 

WARNING: NOT SPOILER FREE.

A villain can only be redeemed or set on a path to redemption one of two ways.

1) They show they are conflicted about their current actions

OR

2) They realize the error of their ways.

PRELUDE: THE TIES THAT BIND.

Of all the villains we have seen so far, Emerald Sustrai is the most conflicted, if not the only one who seems she isnt quite on board with Salem’s faction. 

We first saw this sickle of doubt back in Vol 3.

And finally got confirmation in V6E9 Lost, that she is in fact questioning her allegiances, going so far as to voice her doubts to Mercury.

 However, we have been made aware of her motivations for staying and where her true loyalties lie. 

Cinder Fall, took her off the streets, said she would never be hungry again and gave her a purpose

“I owe Cinder everything!” 

We can speculate to the exact nature of Emerald’s feelings towards Cinder but it cannot be denied that they run deep, especially with her emotionally devastated reaction to Cinder’s demise in Vol 5. 

But there is one thing that is glaringly apparent. 

Cinder does not return those feelings or see Emerald as anything else other than her underling or dogs body. 

This is not something that Emerald at the moment is willing to accept even after Mercury gave her some hard truths, in V6E9 Lost.

“You’re in denial. And if you’re gonna start having a crisis of identity or some crap... keep me out of it”

So in order for Emerald to truly set out on the path to redemption she must first accept that Cinder doesnt care for her and make moves to sever ties.

Well, how does Emerald get to the point of accepting the truth and breaking away? 

In order to get to that point we must first look at the difference with which Cinder treats Emerald in comparison to Neo.  

 REFLECTIONS: 

@yurireview​ has a great post titled “Cinder and Neo an unlikely friendship.”, and they make some really interesting points and good observations. I would suggest checking it out. You can head on over to theirs or find it on my blog.

How does Neo tie into this? 

In this scenario, Neo is an unassuming third party. Neo holds no affection or affinity for Cinder. She has merely engaged in a mutually beneficial partnership in order to achieve her goal of avenging, her mentor, Roman’s death.

 She has no ties that bind her to Cinder or Salem’s faction. 

However....

Cinder has always treated Neo with a modicum of begrudging respect, going so far to dare I say, treat her as an equal. 

Respecting Neo’s ground rules and space,

Accepting Neo’s sass,

Even complimenting her on a job well done, when Neo showed initiative. 

If we mirror this with the way that Cinder chastised Emerald about doing something similar. 

Cinder in no way sees Emerald as an equal. She sees her someone who should do as she dictates,  as a ‘disciple’, an interesting choice of word given Cinder’s ego mania, she sees herself as above Emerald and Mercury, something akin to a God.

When meeting Adam Taurus, Emerald and Mercury kneel behind Cinder.

Unlike with Neo, they will never be on equal footing.

CATALYST: MAKING THE CUT.

We know that Emerald has sought out to change her and Cinder’s roles of subordinate and ‘boss’ from the formal to the informal, something almost akin to friendship.

No acknowledgement of reciprocation has ever come from Cinder’s side. 

I am sure that in the future when Emerald and Cinder are finally reunited that Emerald will not only be ecstatic to see her but will also be tripping over herself to apologize profusely at leaving Cinder behind and no doubt Cinder will be dismissive of this emotional familiarity, crushing Emerald in the process.   

However between Cinder and Neo the reciprocation of the informal has been acknowledged, going so far as to share a ‘light banter’ and a joke. 

 If this back and forth continues between the pair in Emerald’s company, especially so close on the heels of being brushed aside. Perceiving someone else as receiving what she has so badly craved will not doubt sow the seeds of jealousy. 

THE SET UP:

(Simply, Cinder could leave Emerald behind to die at a later stage, which would be entirely in character, as a punishment for the perceived betrayal of leaving her behind in Haven, though Hazel, Emerald and Mercury could have no way of knowing that Cinder survived the fall, even if they went down to the chamber to investigate, but that isnt something that Cinder would likely take into consideration.

It would be a rude awakening for our thief. But it begs the question, Would it be enough? Or would Emerald believe it is something she deserves?)

It is doubtful.

 Emerald will need something far deeper than that to shake her loyalty. Something that cuts her to the bone.

Seeing she has been easily replaced with someone far more useful, perhaps?

It may even fuel the fires of a confrontation.

FACE OFF: THE BATTLE OF THE SEMBLANCES. 

As of the end of Vol 6, all of Salem’s faction are descending on Atlas giving way to the perfect opportunity for the above scenario to play out. 

The question is who would win. 

No doubt in 1v1, Neo would come out the victor. Though Emerald should not be written off entirely. Unfortunately we have not seen the thief go full hog 1v1 with a person but we have seen her take a number of Grimm, approaching the situation with a confidence that suggests that she is more than capable of handling herself.  

We have seen on a number of occasions in a 1v1 that Neo is more than well equipped to take on whom ever steps into the ring and also shrewd enough to know when she is out matched. 

Neo has also learned under Roman’s tutelage that sometimes it is prudent to inconvenience yourself to the detriment of the bigger picture and to achieve your goal at a later date. Opening up the possibility to Neo simply throwing a fight in order to stay close to her enemy.

Now that the hand to hand is out of the way, it is the semblances that have the potential to make an Emerald v’s Neo interesting. 

The pair have quite similar semblances from different ends of the spectrum, but both deal with illusions in some capacity. 

Emerald’s can twist her opponent's mind, make them see what isnt there, to the point that an opponent can interact with those illusions. Whilst Neo can disguise what her opponent sees. 

Both have their limits. 

Neo @matteskye has a great post titled “Using her semblance took a toll on Neo.”

And we still dont know if Neo ‘teleports’ or simply bends light to make it appear to her opponent that she is no longer there.

We have yet to see how this effected Emerald, if at all, with regards to what is she capable of now? 

These factors alone means that a fight between these two has such amazing potential on so many different levels.

 If a confrontation was to occur,  Cinder was to come down on Neo’s side, thereby adding insult to injury , coupled with Neo being taken into Cinder’s confidence in ways that she is not, thereby making Emerald feel replaced. 

Or Emerald was to lose, be injured and then left behind. 

Could it be the last straw that breaks the camels back, triggering Emerald to sever ties with Cinder and ultimately leave Salem’s faction?

OTHER AVENUES:

Upon Cinder’s return, it may not culminate in a confrontation but rather Emerald could simply accept all of the above , serving to create a larger distance between C&E as Neo becomes increasingly closer to Cinder, even if it is a ruse to enact revenge on those she deems responsible for Roman’s death.

As Emerald continues to feel further isolated from Cinder’s faction and thereby her control, Emerald could simply see the slaughter that is about to be wrought upon Atlas, be sickened by it and take the opportunity to bolt whilst the chaos unfolds.