#and i could link compilation videos in those

[mtcloudsworld]

Jason discovering past hypnosis triggers installed by past doms? Him being incredibly nervous to use them, until he accidentally finds out calling reader babygirl elicits the prettiest, sluttiest, desperate little sounds he’s ever heard?

Dare I say that shit would be so sexy.

I did have to do some research before writing this.

I didn't want come off as if I knew what the fuck you were talking about, because I did not! Lol I was sitting here like "omg I need to look this shit up!!!"

I never thought hypnosis could be used for pleasure and I'm honestly glad I educated myself on it. I think I understand it to an extent, if not, then it wouldn't hurt to ever come back here and edit more.

Also, if any of you read upon this, have had some experience or know more than I do and want to give me some tips or fun facts about it. By all means, please comment because I'm very curious about it.

For those who are curious about erotic hypnosis and want to read a lil bit about it, here's the link I went to (not sure if there's a better article/video/book on it but anyone could recommend me, us, one) Hypnokink

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 | +𝟷𝟾, 𝑚𝑑𝑛𝑖, 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑜𝑦, 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑦, 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡, 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒, 𝐽𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑢, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑛, 𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑠, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑥 (𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑜), 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑙, 𝑐𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦, 𝑐𝑜𝑤𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙, 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑡𝑠, 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑒, 𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠; 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙, 𝑏𝑢𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑛, 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦, 𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙, 𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑑𝑜𝑚/𝑠𝑢𝑏, 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝘩𝑦𝑝𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑠, 𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝘩𝑦𝑝𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝐻𝑦𝑝𝑛𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 | I did not mean for this to take so long but ya know writes block likes to have it's way sometimes 🙄 I do hope you enjoy this, I hope this is what you were looking for, if not, my apologies 😭💕 like, comment, reblog

Sounds of bated breaths and sweet sexy moans hang in the air with heavy anticipation. Each inhale, exhale carries the weight of something so desperately salacious.

A quiet tremor runs through you, chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm, every breath drawn deeper and more deliberately laced. You could barely contain the yearning sensation surfacing in motion.

The moment stretches, teetering on the edge of something inevitable. Where words fail but the tension speaks loud enough, your pulse thunders beneath your skin.

You catch your breath from the kiss, lips still tingling, heart pounding in your chest. The air feels thick, it's tight and your pulse struggles to steady itself.

Your head turns to the sound of desperate cute moans echoing from within your space. Flicking your gaze to the glowing desktop you notice the compilation video playing from earlier.

"What's that you're watching?"

"Hm? Oh, this?"

"Yeah."

"It's called hentai."

You had never heard of it before. Until now.

It was satisfyingly pleasing to hear.

It stimulated the ache in your pussy that had been steadily building ever since he pulled you onto his lap. The ache coiled tighter every second of watching the sexual acts perform.

Back to back to back to back, it felt like the air shifted. Increasingly encouraging the excitement growing within. You'd moan to his erection grinding at your center. So fixated on the way these characters fucked each other made you feel needy.

Leaning back in his embrace, whimpering to his hands roaming up your body. Face buried into the crook of your neck, leaving subtle marks and kisses to linger in your skin. His calloused hands traveled up your torso to knead your squishy tits. Hearing you mewl to his index finger and thumb pinching and twitching at your nipple, made his dick twitch in his pants

The raunchy, wet sounds wrap around you, influencing and mingling with the very moans and whimpers that slipped from your lips, eliciting your arousal to drip past your folds. Your desperation lingered—teased, coaxed the anticipation that something heady and nearly unbearable was to occur.

The ache only deepened the moment you agreed to cockwarming his thick cock. The pink blush tip, shaped into a mushroom head paves the way to stretching your hole. Pussy deliciously delirious and soaking wet. He grunts at your warmth spreading around him like wildfire beneath his skin.

"Mm, you feel so good wrapped around my cock darlin', all warm and sticky."

Your pretty little cunt slobbering and squeezing around his dick, demanded more than just stillness, urging him closer to the edge where restraint struggled to blurr into surrender.

He was intoxicating, all knowing to lure you in with words that drove you insane without even trying. He had you practically cradle in his arms kissing at your neck to hear you whimper and moan his name.

"Jay, you feel so good inside of me. Fuck I love how big you are, just filling my pussy up."

"Yeah?"

"Y-yeah, so fucking good."

This sensation was relentless. It pulled into a state of wanting to be fucked out of this world. Of wanting to be forgetful. Your breath would hitch and your body would tremble. It was the kind of feeling that stayed with you, echoing in the quiet spaces of your soul.

You then notice something else glowing from above the desktop. It catches your eye quickly, a blinking red light, steady and unrelenting. It was a silent witness to every moment captured within the dimly lit room.

With great precision, unblinking, it preserved every sound, every move in crisp detail.

A soft shiver runs down your spine. Your pulse quickened, awareness settling deep in your bones when you become acutely aware of its presence.

"Is-Is it...recording?"

Your mind starts to spin, your hand moving in haste over the mouse, clicking away to navigate through the desktop. You click onto a tab.

Your eyes widen when reality hits you─ he has an audience. People were watching. The camera, unwavering in its purpose, held the importance of unseen viewers to observe whatever happens next.

It saw everything. They saw everything.

The slightest movement, the subtlest expression, the way your breath hitched in the tense air.

A voyeur without judgment, without hesitation, merely documenting each unfolding second as though it held some great significance.

It. saw. everything.

A soft hum escapes him, "hm?" His lips brush away from your neck, attentive and calmly alert, he leans back in the leather chair, eyes following yours.

Dark and searching, he spots the flashing red light above the desktop, and then the screen, mirroring his every move.

"Fuck."

There were a billion onlookers popping out of nowhere for this real time event. Clearly surprised to see a pretty guest on today's episode.

You became the star of the show.

"M'sorry." Licking his lips, he mutters under his breath, "I was getting shit going when you came in. I didn't think anything of it when we..." He swallows, eyes squinting over the screen to see people commenting, gifting him penny after penny at the sight of you and him tangled up together on the leather chair.

He huffs, turning his attention to you. "I guess your pretty ass distracted me." Nudging the tip of his nose to your cheek, he inhales the fresh scent of strawberries and vanilla along your skin. Earning a soft tch at his comment, your head shakes with a small smirk. Paying very close attention to the comment section flooded with questions about you, you and Jason's relationship, if this was a one time thing? A permanent thing?

𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙮𝙮𝙮𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩.ᐟ 𝘿𝙤 𝙮'𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙛.ᐣ.ᐣ.ᐣ 𝙐𝙜𝙝𝙝𝙝,,, 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠. 𝙢𝙚.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ 😩

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙢 .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ

𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙨 🤤

𝙢𝙢𝙢 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮

𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙄 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩.ᐣ 😈

𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮'𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧.ᐣ.ᐣ.ᐣ

𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙗𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨.ᐣ

𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙮. 𝙇𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙨.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ

𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣🙂‍↔️

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡😩

𝙄𝙙𝙠 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙤𝙛. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧, 𝙅𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 .ᐣ.ᐣ.ᐣ

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚.ᐣ 𝙄𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙤.ᐣ.ᐟ 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚𝙧

There's a pause.

Fixated and enthralled, your mind ticked with curiosity. The many people stating how you looked so good under this lighting, loving the pout along your lips and the way your eyes sparkled innocently like a bambi, really made your heart flutter and cheeks burn.

He lands a gentle kiss to your cheek, pulling you back to reality to gaze in his pretty neptune eyes.

His jaw tightens ever so slightly, fingers twitching to hold you by the waist, his gaze locked on yours, dark and unreadable, a quiet intensity brimming beneath the surface.

"You good?" He speaks in a low, gravelly tone, his voice deep and rough, each word resonating against you like a quiet tremor.

Although this may seem disturbing to others─ the thought of someone watching you perform such raunchy acts, to then be posted after for millions to watch it over and over again─ to you, it wasn't really a problem.

It was worth a shrug.

You knew Jason well enough to trust he wouldn't hurt you. Wouldn't put your safety in jeopardy. He had too much of a good heart for that.

And secretly?

You've always wanted to be on webcam with him. To know what it's like being watched by billion different people. Praising the sight of you all tangled up in a strong man's arms as he treats you like spoiled little slut.

It excited you.

"Yeah." You answered.

"You sure? I can turn it off and take it down immediately."

He's swift to grab ahold of the mouse, one click away from ending the stream. Your eyes widen just a slight, your hand reaches for his wrist to stop pulling it back to your waist.

"No, leave it. M'just curious...." you muttered, eyes still on the screen.

His gaze remained steady, unwavering, as if tearing his eyes away might mean missing even the slightest flicker of discomfort in you.

"You're sure you're okay with this?"

There was a quiet intensity in his stare. Not out of scrutiny, but out of cautious concern— an unspoken promise that he cared enough to notice even the most subtle shifts.

The question lingers, hanging between you like a suspended moment, waiting to break.

His hands entangled with yours in a way to grasp your attention, feeling insecure with your response.

Eyes no longer on the screen but instead on him in hopes to assure that this was fine. You could see he was being sincere, being serious.

His grip firm yet reverent, your fingers thread together with quiet certainty. He gives a slight squeeze—a silent reassurance that you were safe with him.

And you knew that.

Your heart flutters at the raw intensity in his gaze, the quiet yearning hidden underneath his composed facade. You release a soft chuckle, tilting your head adoringly to the idea of him being protective of you.

"I promise, Jason," you swore, a soft smile playing on your lips.

He gives you a look, "Don't bullshit me, doll."

You had a habit of lying, trying to people please, knowing damn well you shouldn't be.

Not with him at least.

If anything, he'd like to know immediately.

Instead of answering, you simply purred. You snaked your arms around his neck, brushing your nose against his before tracing a teasing lick up the center of his lips.

Despite the low rumble in his chest and the exasperated roll of his eyes—a clear sign he's irritated by your antics—his lips find yours anyway, a slow, devouring kiss that tastes of a secret indulgence.

A quiet hum escapes him as he slouches in the seat, lips traveling lower, man spreading comfortably with fervent hands roaming. Fingertips pressing, tracing and gripping─ mapping gently into the curve of your ass, he grounds you closer. Igniting a slow-burning fire where they touch.

A harsh jerk of his hips made you yelp in surprise, the sudden impact of his tip against your hilt causing you to flinch. Your fingers clinched around his shoulders as your eyes darted down to lock with his.

You frowned, a single word — "Really?" — dripping with annoyance.

He smirks mischievously.

"Oops, didn't mean to do that."

Your eyes roll.

"God, you're so annoying."

"Oh, so I'm the annoying one?" he asked, a playful glint in his eye.

With a quick, confident cock of your brow, you affirmed, "Yeah, you are."

A smirk played on his lips. "Funny," he murmured, his voice a low, teasing rumble that vibrated deep in your chest, a sound you felt more than heard. "How you call me annoying, yet you let me touch you like this," His fingers begin to trace up and down the expanse of your back. "Kiss you like this." He leaned in closer, the warm brush of his breath on your ear sending shivers down your spine, the intoxicating scent of his skin and arousal filling your senses.

You could feel the heat radiating off him, the insistent pressure of his body against yours. "Tell me," he whispered, his lips grazing your earlobe, "if I'm so annoying, then why are you shaking under my hands right now?" He pulled back just enough to catch your gaze, his eyes burning with a knowing intensity. "And even funnier," his voice dropped, laced with undeniable confidence, a hint of something dark and possessive, "how your sweet little cunt keeps slobbering all over my cock, squeezing me tighter, practically begging for me to fuck her like the little slut she is." He paused, letting the raw words hang in the air, his smirk deepening as he watched your face flush.

His words were toying with you, taunting you ─ in hopes that you'd respond back, but you don't get a chance to. Not in the slightest.

Because when he hears it, the sharp gasp, the whimper, the stuttering of his name that made the hairs at the back of his neck stand "J-Jay." He sees it in your eyes, the deep rooted earnest. How your swollen lips part. Cradling you in place as his hips snap, giving you deep, long strokes to your pussy.

Each smack to your clit fills his senses, your mushy pink walls clenching around him, moaning their lewd welcome as it's warm, sticky arousal coated his balls, making his dick twitch in response.

"Tell me, babygirl─ fuck ─ what do you say to that?" he prompted softly, the air thick with anticipation, stretched taut, ready to snap.

No words came.

He heard your whimpers─ a testament to your losing fight, as you still clung around him ─ but no response.

Jason pauses for a moment, his mind racing.

He saw the subtle, almost imperceptible flick of your eyelids, the way your jaw softened completely.

Your body was pliant, melting like butter in his embrace. Your breath was hitched and shallow.

Your mind was blank, as if your mental system had malfunctioned, short-circuiting into something instant and profound. A switch had been thrown, plunging you into an even deeper state of excitement.

Your half-lidded eyes fluttered rapidly, then fell completely closed.

He felt a sudden, powerful magnetic pull from you, a receptivity that cut through their usual intimacy.

Your hips arched with an exaggerated, almost involuntary grace, meeting his every thrust with an intensity that stole his breath. Your skin felt hotter, incredibly sensitive, almost vibrating underneath his touch.

Curious, with a growing sense of familiarity in the way you behaved—a primal understanding settling—he leans in, purring, "My sweet babygirl... so needy for me, aren't you?" he whispered, drawing out the words firmly with a low tone.

Another shiver afflicts you, deeper this time, more consuming. Your body ripples every low, continuous moan through you, a sound of pure, elicit pleasure that vibrated through his own bones.

You pressed yourself against him, your form molding perfectly, entirely responsive to the slightest movement, as if guided by an unseen force.

This wasn't just pleasure; it was a surrender so profound it bordered on unconsciousness, yet you were intensely present, utterly lost in sensation.

He recognized the trance had deepened, reaching the precise, tingling edge of a long-dormant ache finally being met.

"Mm, time to hit the bed, dollface," he hummed, transitioning you both towards the nearby frame. "Just settle on the bed, like this. Just like that, there you go." You responded, your back arching, hands clawing at his sheets as your face plunged into the mattress, the sharp scent of his cologne filling your nose. "Are you comfortable?" His hands drag down to your hips, stationing you the way you should be, placing a lingering kiss to the side of your ass cheek, kneading at your skin in certain areas.

"Mhmm." Your breasts flattened, ass elevated in the air. He let out a pleased groan at the sight of your dripping wet pussy, slick dripping past its swollen lips, clenching to nothingness.

"Shit, bun bun." He murmured, his fingers tracing the swollen folds. He watches as your body tries to lean into his touch, whining a little.

"How does that feel baby? Does it feel good? Does it feel warm?"

"Y-yes. So warm, so g-good," you stutter.

"Is that warmth intensifying when I touch you like this?" His fingers begin to play between your folds, your juices coating them beautifully with shining glisten.

"Y-yes...it feels... good."

"Wonderful. As that warmth gathers, feel every nerve ending awakening, becoming exquisitely sensitive. Let those sensations become sharper, more vivid. Let that warmth deepen. Feel it intensify, swirl through your core as I slip inside" His jaw clenches, taking his hard dick in hand, spreading your cheeks apart, his thick head nudging into your eager cunt, watching it swallow him whole with a soft sigh.

"Are you aware of that warmth beginning to gather, right at the center of your core?"

"Y-yes." Your moans filled the air, a broken symphony of need as you hitched yourself tighter against him, a breathless, urgent plea escaping you.

"Feel that pressure sink here. So deep, so full. Imagine that warmth spiraling, building higher and higher with every thrust. Imagine it so deep, so full."

He started with agonizingly slow, deliberate thrusts. Your spongy insides contracting around him with every inch. His cock thrusting in and out, a torturous and sweet invasion that stole your breath.

"It's so...deep, I feel so...full."

"Good, babydoll," he rasped, head flinging back, lost in the exquisite torment. "You're a fucking vise. So damn tight."

He pulled back, just enough to leave you whimpering, "Please...more, I want...more." A raw ache blooming deep within you. Then, with a low groan that echoed your own rising desperation, he slammed back in, driving deep until your hips lifted off the bed. "Can you feel how every inch of me amplifies that pressure, makes it hum even more?"

"Uhhuh..." your head was turned to the side now, nodding in response allowing your mouth to gape open. Eyes fluttering shut, brows knitted. Face twisted in pleasure as moans and whimpers continue to slip past your lips.

"Such a greedy little thing," he whispered kissing up your back to then press his lips against your ear, voice laced with desire. "You've been starving for this, haven't you, darling? Tell me what you want, princess. What do you want me to do?" Your whimpers turned into desperate, broken pleas as he picked up the pace, each thrust a gentle yet firm invasion that shook you to your core.

Your ass clapped against his hips with every stroke, a wet, rhythmic sound filling the room, a testament to the raw, unbridled act. "F-fill me, fill me...to the brim." you stuttered, your voice thick with unshed tears and pure, unadulterated need. "P-please...make me yours. Ruin me."

He chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Good girl," he purred, slamming into your deepest point, eliciting a choked sob from your throat that was half pain, half pleasure. With one hand placed onto the bed and the other gripping at your waist. He pulls you tighter against him, grinding his pelvis into you until your clit screams for relief.

Your body becomes a finely tuned instrument, vibrating with a joyous, aching awareness. You felt so warm as his front connected to your backside, trapping you to the mattress as he drilled himself into your core. his hands placed on either side of you. "Do you want me to keep going like this? Is the pressure building?"

Grunting and cursing underneath his breath to the tight enclosure of your pussy sucking him in deeper, hearing a series of whining moans escape you. "K-Keep going. Don't...stop" you whimpered, your voice raw and desperate, your hips bucking wildly against his, a primal dance of need.

He responded to your plea, his thrusts growing even more powerful, deeper, faster, a relentless assault on your senses. You were a symphony of sensation, every nerve ending firing, every muscle clenching around him, a taut bowstring about to snap.

"Come undone, darling. Lose yourself. Let your body take over. Give in to the pleasure."

Your fingers clawed at the sheets, tearing at the fabric. Your mind splintered into a million ecstatic fragments, each one screaming for a release. You become breathless after every second, aching for him so intensely, so utterly, that it felt less like a need and more like an undeniable force consuming you from the inside out.

"Ohh, s-shit baby!'

His presence was a palpable weight, a delicious pressure that promised both surrender and release. A wave of pure, explicit longing washed over you as your hips instinctively tilt, giving him silent invitation to ruin the fuck out of you.

You could almost feel his smirk against your skin as he responded with a soft groan, seeming to respond to your invoice desire from within.

The rhythmic throb in the air intensified, pulling you both deeper into the sweet oblivion of your shared creation.

He was starting to recognize this as something more than just desire playing at the forefront of your mind—this was a deep, soul-stirring hunger that left you breathless, that made your body hum with restless anticipation. Every glance, every fleeting touch, every moment spent underneath this unbearable space only intensified it, making it impossible to ignore.

And you were starting to become undone, unraveling in the sheer weight of wanting him, of needing him. Your heart racing, body tightening with the idea of him finally rocking your world, finally giving you exactly what you craved for.

The ache that threatened to spill over, had finally broke through the fragile restraint you had been clinging onto.

You were now on your back in missionary form. Eyes teary eyed, lips gaping. Your arms were laid above your head, knees pressed to your jiggling chest, calloused hands gripping at the back of your plushie thighs, their spread apart, wide enough to watch his dick fuck you with a relentless plap!plap!plap to your core.

The air grew thick with the scent of your shared sex Skin slapping skin, the audience could hear the smacking echoing through the stream, your moans bouncing from wall to wall as they watch him fuck you bone deep.

"B-Baby..."

"Are you close, love? Can you feel it bringing you closer to the edge?" he grunts, spotting tears fall down the side of your face.

"Yes! F-Feels like I'm bout to...ex-plode... it's aching."

"Fuck, keep squeezing me just like that. So soaking wet, so fucking warm for me.." he rasped, his breath hot against your neck, a promise of oblivion. "Just how I like it. My perfect little toy. All mine." Your legs trembled, threatening to give out, but he held you in place, his rhythm building, pushing you closer and closer to the precipice of your sanity.

A soft, strangled sound that morphed into a whimper, then a delicate moan as his next thrust found its mark. Your fingers clenched and tugged at his roots, and a low, pleading groan vibrating from your throat.

With each deep stroke, the sounds became less contained, more raw—a liquid gurgle of pleasure that escaped your lips, followed by a choked gasp when he twisted just so.

A symphony of soft, fervor cries breaks through the air, "Oh, God," is drawn out, dissolving into a series of small, wet gasps as your hips arched higher.

The climax building, tightening your whole body, and your moans rose, no longer delicate but a long, uninhibited wail that echoed in the room, a sound of pure, beautiful surrender.

Your body is tense, desperate for the release, but he holds back, tormenting you with shallow, gliding movements, just enough to keep you on the edge, teetering. "Mm, you're close, babygirl, I can feel it." he purred, his voice a low growl against your neck, making goosebumps erupt across your skin.

"P-please, baby, cum in me. Cum in me. Oh, I wanna feel you deep inside of me" you whimpered, his hips spasming against you, going deeper into your core, tip brushing past your sweet spot.

"Do you want to cum, baby? Are you ready?"

"Yesyesyesyes!─"

Then, with a sudden, blinding flash, the world dissolved into a hot, vibrating haze. Your back arched impossibly high. A deep guttural cry rips from your throat as your body convulsed around him, your cunt milking him with an intensity that stole his breath, makes him groan.

"Yes, that's it, sweetheart, let it all go Come for me, baby. Drown my cock in your cum." He moaned, feeling the first tremors of his own release building rapidly, mirroring your own. Your body locked around his, the clenching contractions pulling him deeper into your core, and with a final, shuddering thrust, he spilled his hot, thick cum deep inside you, groaning your name as his own climax engulfed him, sending shivers through his powerful frame.

He collapsing onto your chest, breathless, utterly spent, his heavy weight a comforting blanket as your bodies slowly stopped their trembling. Intertwined and slick with sweat and desire.

He shifts onto his back, his heavy arm coming around your waist, pulling you tighter against his spent form. His breath was still ragged against your neck. "My sweet little mess," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction, as he pressed a soft kiss to your crown.

"You did wonderful, babygirl, just allow yourself to drift back into that deep sincerity, feel refreshed and sanctioned." You simply lay there, a whimpering, sated heap, the echoes of your climax still rippling through you, you listen to the calmness of his voice how he's controlling every sense of you to swift back into reality, into something so peaceful that your body laxes into his embrace.

Your eyes blinked slowly, staring into his own while he draw small soothing shapes to your back.

"Are you okay?" His voice was gentle, a low intimate whisper that made your tummy. He drew a soft throw away blanket over your body, covering you from the cam that was still going.

"Y-yeah, I'm good. My body feels...heavy but like a... peaceful heavy."

"Mm."

"Just wanna lay here for a bit."

He doesn't argue with that, silently allowing you to get comfortable in his warmth, lids beginning to flutter close getting lost in his presence.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

[falesten-iw]

When I first joined Tumblr, I had no idea what I was walking into. There’s no manual for navigating this wild, untamed corner of the internet. My first moment here? I was greeted by an image completely naked, no warning, no explanation. It was just there, bold and unapologetic. That’s when I realized: Tumblr is a place where anything can happen.

But for all its chaos, Tumblr has become something far greater than I ever expected. For us Palestinians, this platform isn’t just a space to scroll through memes or vent about life. It’s a lifeline, a place where we’ve taken the raw, messy energy of this site and turned it into a battleground for survival. Here, we tell our stories, raise funds, and fight for our lives.

I’ve seen campaigns soar past their goals, bringing hope to families barely holding on. But I’ve also seen campaigns like mine, ones that fight tooth and nail for every single dollar, every reblog, every addition, and every ounce of hope. My family’s lives depend on this.

It hasn’t been easy. Zionists flood all Palestinian words with hate, twisting truths and spreading lies. They aim to discredit us, to make people doubt us. It’s exhausting. Some nights, I sit with my phone in my hands, wondering if this fight is too big for me. But then something beautiful happens: a donation comes through, a kind message appears, or someone I’ve never met reblogs my story with words that feel like a warm embrace.

And through it all, people are starting to see the truth. The hate doesn’t drown us; it sharpens our voices. Every day, more people step forward to stand with us, to say, “I see you, I hear you, and I’m with you.” It’s those moments that keep me going.

To everyone who has already helped, whether through verification, donating, wrting post , reblogging, or simply sharing a kind word: thank you. You’ve done more for my family than I could ever put into words. But the reality is, we’re not there yet. My family is still waiting for a chance to breathe, to live without fear, to fill their empty stomachs with warm food, and to wrap themselves in clothes thick enough to keep out the bitter cold. They’re hungry, they’re freezing, and I can’t do this alone.

This fight is hard, but it’s not hopeless. Strangers have become friends, and friends have become family. Some of you have shown up in ways I never imagined, treating my family’s survival as if it were your own. That kind of solidarity? It’s powerful.

Tumblr might be chaotic, unpredictable, and sometimes downright bizarre, but it’s also the place where we’ve built something extraordinary: a community that refuses to look away from injustice. With your help, we can take this fight all the way. My family’s lives are within reach, and together, I know we’ll get there.

This campaign isn’t just about me. It supports 26 people, including two orphaned children and an injured family member suffering from hemiplegia after being hit by shrapnel during a bombing. Surgery is desperately needed to replace the infected and failing plates. The needs are urgent, and the future of 26 lives depends on your support.

The video showing the injured family member is shared before in this post: Link.

Please help us ! Donate and reblog this post to spread our story.

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[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Hi could u write max x sunshine desi reader where she is his teammate and everyone (all drivers and team principles)adores her and she is known for wearing saris to events and award ceremonies and max and her having a grumpy x sunshine trope

Also like pr games for insta or smthing where he pronounce hindi words or muhavare and its cutee and fans love them!!!!!

I loved superstitions!!!!

swear words ✧˚ · .

Summary: Based on the anon's request!

⟿ mv x desi!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

⟿ fluff ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

masterlist ☾☼

max was not grumpy. he was fun, and he was slightly unhinged, but he was not grumpy. though, in comparison to his teammate, y/n, everyone else seemed grumpy. she was quiet literally sunshine embodiment.

the two had been teammates for two seasons now, and everyone loved her. as they should. secretly, max also loved her. he would never say it out loud, though.

his favourite thing about her was the way she dressed up for any and all non-race event. she was always in a kurta or a sari. max had not known what her attire was called till he heard her talking about it once to charles' girlfriend. he could have done the sensible thing and just asked her himself, but finding out the way that he had done was easier.

max and y/n's relationship had really changed from teammates to more after max had attempted to anonymously gift her a sari for an event. y/n had looked radiant, max was speechless, and the rest was history for them.

it was during one of the PR events where max had gotten unhinged again and cursed a few times. the managers were furious, but she could tell that he didn't really give a fuck. to save him from future scoldings, y/n had come up with a plan that she really thought could save him.

"max," she called out.

"yes, my love,"

"i'm going to save you from future pr nightmares," she said confidently.

max laughed, "right, okay. how are you going to do that?"

"you're always getting in trouble for saying swear words on live tv. what if you say them in a language people don't understand?" there was a glint in her eyes that told max that she was going to be trouble. but, he loved her for it.

"how are we going to do that?"

"baby, i come from a country where we have a wide range of swear words. we've got different categories too."

max laughed. he did that more around her. he would never let anyone from the outside world see or know that.

"i'm serious! we've got swear words for moms, sisters, animals, body organs, animal body organs. you name it, and we probably have it!" y/n insisted.

"okay, okay, i believe you. teach me some of the words, and i'll see if it works for me,"

y/n clapped her hands in excitement, and began going through her list, explaining their meaning.

max had never been more in love.

a few months later, when the desi f1 fans caught what was happening, they made a compilation video. it consisted of every hindi swear word that max had said in interviews and such, with y/n laughing in the corner, and the interviewer being absolutely clueless on what was being said. the video had compiled all of those moments with the least to worst swear words, purposely not adding the meanings to keep the rest of the world confused.

it was a long time before anyone else, especially the red bull pr managers caught on, and only then did y/n get yelled at for the first time by them.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

this is the first max verstappen imagine I've written! idk if this is what you wanted, anon, but honestly, I couldn't see max saying muhavre and stuff, but I could see him saying a lot of curse words in hindi, so I went with that! also, I love the fact that when I went on Pinterest to look for pictures of max, almost every picture was of him smiling or laughing. i've also got a link for my taglist and requests that you can find here!

[copperbadge]

So the ADHD Handbook post struck a chord with a lot of people...

I don't think I have it in me to write the book I suggested, mainly because most of what I want to write about is variable by situation. I can't actually offer a magic formula for getting a good assessment, all I would be able to do is say "Here are the warning signs, here's my personal story, shit's just rough". Which I could do but it'd be basically an entire book of "shrug emoji". The best possible way would probably be to offer it as a workbook, like "Here is a page for you to record every communication with the clinic doing your testing. Here is a page for you to write down possible other approaches to getting your medication if the pharmacy is out." etc.

I do think I might write it as a novel of some kind. Possibly even a novel about someone writing a handbook, I haven't decided. I had a dream last night about the book, in which I saw a woman watching a revolution taking place in the distance, thinking, "This is not what I intended when I set out to write a self-help book." Baller way to start a novel, honestly.

Anyway there were several suggestions for books in the notes, so I thought I'd compile those here. I have read none of these, so I can't vouch for their contents, but I'm including what my readers said about them.

@blogquantumreality linked to How To ADHD by Jessica McCabe, who is a well-known ADHD youtuber (I haven't found her videos super helpful but they're also not aimed at me). @knitsinweirdplaces added "The last section of the How to ADHD book is literally called 'how to change the world' and exactly points out we can advocate for a more disability friendly world that traumatizes ADHDer less in the first place. It's the only book I've read that hits the balance of 'your brain has immutable challenges' and 'these strats may help' right. Bonus, it is inclusive of people who use adhd meds and those who don't/can't."

@theindefinitearticle mentioned "I read how to keep house while drowning recently and it's been much more practical for me in terms of actual usable advice." This book has also come up numerous times during National Clean Your Home Month as a helpful guide to cleaning.

@buginateacup said "The year I met my brain is the only one I've read that actually felt like it was making useful suggestions for living with ADHD."

@cabloom said "iampayingattention on Instagram wrote How Not To Fit In."

@grison-in-space said "Do you have any idea how over the top excited I was when I found I Overcame My Autism and All I Got Was This Lousy Anxiety Disorder?"

@doubleminorforroughing wrote "Please read Devon Price. He wants to tear it all down and I love it." I will add that I don't think I've read Laziness Does Not Exist but I have read Price's shortform work extensively and I think he's been very influential in rethinking how we frame laziness and productivity in relation to both work and neurodivergence, so I can second the recommendation.

[bangrychannie]

Stray Kids Fic Recs- Camboy/Sex Worker

One of my favorite types of skz fanfics is camboy/sex work fics-- so much so that I have a specific tab for them in my fic spreadsheet lol. I've compiled a few of my favs here! Under read more bc they are all obviously NSFW. Mostly Minsung but there's other pairings as well!

My other rec lists:

College AU

Time Loop/Time travel

Demons

Angst Free

Misc.

maid for you by hyunnies (minsung | 3/3 | 31903 | Explicit)

Felix jokingly tells Jisung he should visit the local tsundere maid café. Jisung can't get the thought out of his head. "The waiter in front of him is so, so, so hot. ‘My name is Minho,’ he says. ‘Not that I think you really deserve to know that. Come on, let me find you a table.’ He spins on his heel and starts walking towards the back of the café."

Jisung is an absolute loser in this and I'm obsessed. I love this one so much I've read it like 3 times lol. There's also a part 2 in Minho's POV!

up all night by sshhadow (hyunchan | 3/3 | 81224 | Explicit)

Chan: so genie isn’t gonna be in racy lingerie and jerking off? I.N: :D I.N: keep ur mind open hyung

OR: Chan is a video game streamer who gets [lovingly] bullied into joining an adult cam site, and Jeongin just so happens to have a few friends to recommend. Chan is an immediate simp for 'Genie', who grants him a birthday wish.

This fanfiction is AMAZING, the descriptions are delicious and every chapter is so good you'll be on the edge of your seat and begging to read the next one. Luckily for you it's completed, I had to wait for the updates which was very hard lol

this is what it feels like by iamnotme (minsung | 4/4 | 42260 | explicit)

Minho didn't mean to walk on his roommate touching himself on camera. He didn't even know Jisung was a camboy. He certainly didn't mean to appear on camera with Jisung himself, but he's too in love with him to think twice.

This fic is the definition of porn with plot. There is obscene amounts of yearning that will have you shaking your head at Minho the whole fic. 10/10 recommend

afterimages of you by leebitcore (minsung | 3/3 | 50000 | explicit)

"Sell your plasma, or your sperm,” Minho reads. Jisung’s eyes widen and his jaw drops in horror, sending Minho into a fit of giggles. “Easy, legal ways to make quick money. Number three: Sell your sextape to Pornhub.” Jisung abandons the remote on the table to lean into Minho’s shoulder, looking at the screen with him. “I think we’d do better on OnlyFans,” he comments mindlessly, followed by a sharp inhale when he realises what he's just said. Minho nearly snaps his neck to look down, meeting widened eyes that are staring right back at him.

after breaking their dishwasher, college roommates Jisung and Minho resort to unconventional methods to afford a replacement.

Another fic with obscene amounts of yearning from Minho. leebitcore is an amazing author!

boy of my dreams (on my screen) by nyxlogs (2min | 1/1 | 16129 | explicit)

Minho clicks on the link instinctively, too curious. It leads him to a profile named @minnie. He's about to ignore it when the site and channel description catch his attention—oh. The face in the picture is half hidden in shadows, only the lower part visible. It could be anyone else, but Minho would recognize those lips anywhere.

Minho discovers his crush, who is also his roommate is a camboy. He tries to deal with it normally (he fails).

There's a trend with a lot of these which is Minho yearning obscene amounts for his bestie/roommate. It usually results in a great story tho lol. You need an ao3 account to read this one but it's well worth it

i want you flowin' through my veins by lilies of dreams (minbin | 1/1 | 10336 | explicit)

“Come again?” Minho finally utters, placing his fork back down beside his plate. It takes him a minute but Changbin clears his throat, a seeming burst of confidence perking him up. “I want to start an OnlyFans.” Changbin gives a little nod as he says it, as if he’s reaffirming them both that that’s what he wants.

We love down bad Minho in this house!

oh, you kissed me just to kiss me by natigail (minsung | 6/6 | 91063 | mature) Jisung has never quite gotten the hype about sex, but touch-starvation is creeping up on him. When Felix jokingly suggests going to a sex worker to “get exactly the kind of affection and experience he wanted”, Jisung can't quite put the idea out of his head. He ends up in bed with kindest man who is willing to just hold him and let him ask dumb questions. He should have known he was doomed to fall. Or The five times Jisung books an hour of Minho's time, and the one time Minho shows up unannounced on his doorstep.

I think most people have read this one but if you haven't, you def should! No smut in this one but a lot of beautiful nonsexual intimacy and discussions about asexuality. I'm planning on doing an asexual rep rec list soon so you'll probably see this one again lol

LMCat_98 has joined the chat by foxieyny (minsung | 3/3 | explicit)

> Hey! Congratulations, I’m dming to let you know that you won the 50k giveaway for a private stream. You get thirty minutes free, can request whatever you want, and if you wanna keep it going after your thirty minutes are up, we can talk a little about payment. Please see my pinned tweet for more info about payments + what I will and won’t do! Hope to hear from you soon! Jisung drops his phone to his lap, slapping his hands over his face hard enough that it hurts. “Fuck,” he says, to nobody but himself. “Fuck.” — Or: Jisung wins a private stream with his favourite camboy. He stresses out about it a normal amount.

Another thing we love in this house is pathetic down bad Jisung. Another one I've reread a bunch hehe

Power and Control by Starlost29 (Seungin | 1/1 | 6706 | Explicit)

Kim Seungmin is an established Camboy who has gained popularity due in part to the unique dynamic he has with his viewers. One evening, an unusual guest enters the chat and everything Seungmin thought he knew about himself and his role starts to crumble.

Short and very hot!

tell them what you saw in me by Yourfriendlyneighborhoodficwriter (minsung | 1/1 | 13000 | explicit)

“He contacted my account just earlier, saying that I won and that I have 48 hours to get back to him with my information to verify and ensure safety so I claim the prize.” Minho finally looks up from the food going soggy on the dinner table. He thinks he’s gonna be sick. “You think it’s stupid, right? I mean it is. Stupid. Why would—” He stops him before he finishes that sentence. “Jisung,” he says, and it comes out strained, like a final cry for help, a plea to some god he doesn’t really believe in. There’s no time to consider the best way to go about this, what he should share and what he should not. He just wants Jisung to stop talking before he says something that ruins everything. “It’s me.” - - - or: If Minho can't be loved, he needs to be wanted. And if he can't be wanted, he'll let himself be used. Enter Jisung, who threatens to ruin the order of things for him.

This one is angsty af but has a happy ending!

Shockingly that is not all of the fics on my list, if this post does okay I'll do another one! My next plan is college AU part 2, asexual rep fics, roommate fics, then maybe another fantasy one! If you have fics you'd like recommended from any category and don't want to wait, shoot me an ask and I'll compile a list for you! I love spreading the love of great fanfics <3

[pazziville]

Just updated The Pazzi Doc!

Changes made:

Deleted unavailable videos on the Tennis Compilation section and added new accessible links.

Added new Pazzi moments.

Little Tip: For those who are looking for specific moments on the doc, if you're in desktop (laptop, PC, mac) press Ctrl + F for non-Mac users and Cmd + F for Mac users and type in the key words for the Pazzi moment you're looking for.

Let me know of links that are no longer accessible in the doc so that I could find alternatives as soon as possible. Thank you! Happy viewing!

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Harry Belafonte (Carmen Jones, Island in the Sun)—one of my favorite things in the world when I'm sad is kicking back and listening to him and Danny Kaye singing "Hava Nagila" together. Or who can forget this man singing the Banana Boat song with the Muppets?? immensely talented, a powerful fighter for civil rights and humanitarian causes his whole life, if you have any remaining doubts PLEASE look at the following pics [clips and pics attached below]

Buster Keaton (The General, The Navigator, Sherlock Jr.)—For me Buster’s hotness comes not just from his physical beauty but in the constant surprise and contradictions of the man, he’s simultaneously delicate/rough, feminine/masculine, confident/vulnerable, 5foot5 pretty face with an unexpectedly deep voice, at first glance you think oh he’s a cute little thing and then he takes his top off and it’s Superman abs underneath. He was intensely shy in social situations but had no hesitation in jumping off the top of a building. He famously never smiled on screen* but he exudes warmth and joy and laughter. He created some of the most beautiful, intelligent movies ever made but refused to acknowledge his own genius and talent as an artist, instead maintaining that all he wanted to do was make people laugh. If he was here in reality competing in this poll he would give it 100% but he would not be at all bothered if he didn’t win. And that’s why he’s the hottest vintage man. A vote for Buster is a vote for all that is good and decent in the world 💕 (*he did smile on camera occasionally despite his own assertions to the contrary 😄)

This is round 4 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Buster Keaton propaganda:

"Just look at his freaking face...."

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"And for those who have never heard it, here’s his lovely voice in action: link"

Submitted: Link to Buster Keaton car stunts

Submitted: BK fancam

Submitted: quotes about BK video compilation

"Ripped body, gorgeous unique face, beautiful personality too"

Harry Belafonte propaganda:

"Now let me say this about the songs of the Caribbean - almost all black music is deeply rooted in metaphor. The only way that we could speak to the pain and anguish of our experiences was often through how we codified our stories in the songs that we sang. And when I sing the 'Banana Boat Song,' the song is a work song. It's about men who sweat all day long, and they are underpaid, and they're begging the tallyman to come and give them an honest count - counting the bananas that I've picked, so I can be paid. And sometimes, when they couldn't get money, they'll give them a drink of rum. There's a lyric in the song that says, 'Work all night on a drink of rum.' People sing and delight and dance and love it, but they don't really understand unless they study the song that they're singing a work song, a song of rebellion." -Harry Belafonte

[give-grian-rights]

How’s the archiving of Stress’s videos going?

when we started, there was 902 videos on her channel. As of now, there are 883. Between everyone in my discord, we have.. 900 videos saved.

Technically 1800, if you count the awesome work of @mawofthemagnetar who did an emergency save of nearly every single Stress video in low-quality, in case she deleted them before we could get them in high quality.

Right now it's a matter of compiling and uploading what we have to the internet archive. When we have most of it done, I'll be sharing a masterpost with links to everything. I've been uploading 17 gigabytes of the entirety of her season 5 for the last. oh. uhhh 22 hours? and it's a little over half way.

We have a lot of her smaller series fully posted in 720p or higher, but only hermitcraft 8 is posted in it's entirety. we're working on it.

We also have very nearly every single stream vod from her Extra channel downloaded.

The second channel I referenced being deleted was the one that used her real name, and it was workout content. It seems like a lot of videos deleted were once that featured her face, and as such out of respect we are not archiving or posting those.

Once again, we do not know if she will delete her videos. But it's better safe than sorry.

[enemywasp]

Alright so someone on tiktok sent me a link to a compiled list of arguments against proshippers and so I wanted to put a sort of brief response of my own thoughts of each point.

Long post warning!

"Proshippers are non-offending minor attracted people in a fresh paint of coat"

What a start, am I right? Okay so first off this is a huge generalisation, not every proshipper engages with or is even comfortable with anything that sexualises fictional children, or ships them with adults. And of those that do ship adult/minor ships, it doesn't always mean they're attracted to the character themselves or gains any sexual pleasure from that.

They then went on to say that although they might be non-offending, they still fantasise about and romanticise children- in the case of proshippers by creating art and stories. And I am not personally educated enough on how people's minds works to go in depth here, but I do know a lot of pedophilic thoughts can be intrusive and unwanted. And I would much rather people engage in this and deal with their thoughts through fiction where no actual children are harmed, than actually go touch a real child or engage is any form of CSEM.

“People can draw and ship whatever they want!”

Here they went on to say that surely to ship and create content you must justify these things in some capacity regardless of them being fictional. And immediately I'd argue, the justification it that they're fictional. And that sometimes you want to read about things you'd never approve of in real life, it's a natural curiosity. And again, regardless of what the dark content is I would take someone engaging in fiction over harming a real person any day.

They compared this to alt-right groups and dark humour justifying racism and transphobia, etc. And whilst I think something we should always be aware of in fiction is stereotypes and how we may be representing people. Youtube videos like this are usually a type of propaganda that AIM to change people's mindsets and turn them against groups. Whereas fiction tells a story, some may have meanings and connections to real life, be a political piece, etc. Not everything is that serious and has a clear distinction from reality.

Think for example, reading/watching about murder and gore. More on that in a second.

"Fiction doesn't affect reality!"

I'm going to be honest I rolled my eyes at this as their main example was slenderman. If you don't know about that, those girls were schizophrenic. Anything could of set off and caused delusions, it just so happened to be fiction. Those girls needed help- not to just read purer content. They also basically brought up propaganda again, which is again deliberate and designed to warp peoples perceptions. Its based of lying and spreading misinformation and passing it as facts. The only thing I strongly believe can be directly harmful is stereotypes if not handled with care. But I think that's something for anyone who writes and consumes content should be aware of regardless of their stances.

Again here they implied that all proshippers are peodophiles. And that they normalise abuse of children. I'd also like to point out that most proshippers I've interacted with online have age boundaries to avoid interacting with minors depending on how graphic or sexual their content is.

"What do you think all stories about murder should stop existing?"

Here they basically argued that killing in media isn't the same as its not romanticised or condoned. YA Novels disagree- mafia stories being the most immediate example to spring to mind. Furthermore, morally grey villains. One of my favourite films is Mr Right. It's about a hitman killing people. Anna kendrick falls in love with him and its framed as a romantic comedy. Funny how its only fanfiction that's criticised like this? I actually have more thoughts on this if anyones interested.

Again they bring up kids not knowing adults pursuing children is wrong, and I'm questioning why children this young are unsupervised on the Internet. How young were you when you were allowed to watch anything with graphic blood or violence? This content isn't made for kids! Especially not anyone so young they can't seperate fiction from reality as most sites have a specific age you have to be to join. And I'm sorry to say it, but on websites and social media where adults can interact with kids, anything can be used to groom kids. (The real thing you should be mad about here is how there's no websites aimed just for children and safe spaces on the Internet anymore cause it can't be monetised as easily)

"Artists are allowed to draw and write about dark people"

They basically said, yes but it's not the same as promoting. Writing something under a romantic light and not saying "Don't do at home!" Isn't promoting. No ones encouraging these things in real life. Or rather, if they are its not because they're a proshipper but rather who they are as a person and their intentions.

The trans example they used is very extreme and honestly something I agree with a little more, fiction can definitely be used as an excuse to say and act out hateful and discriminatory things. Whilst I do think it's something we should discuss and unpack more, I'm not certain of my view on how I would fix this without risking silencing people talking about their experiences.

"Its not my responsibility to look after other people, just block me and the tags"

Here they threw all kinds of accusations. And says that we're making traumatised people jump through hoops to avoid getting retraumatised. I hate this argument, you know people have actual triggers they may not be able to avoid in real life? The world can't bend around you. And I am very sorry if any content online is traumatising to you, but someone could also be traumatised by a certain breed of dog and not want to see it. Should no one post dogs online ever again? A bald man reminds you of an abusive ex? Bald men get off the Internet! You see how this thing can just keep escalating? The tags and warnings are important because they're the best you can get. You can't control the world to protect everyone from everything ever. No ones forcing you to interact, and if you're on any algorithm based content that will encourage that content on your for your page more.

The only thing I think we should take from this is the reminder that warnings and tags are always important.

"You only care about censoring creativity"

Here they defend themselves that oh wouldn't you want freaks out the community! Which again immediately makes me lose respect for you, if you're just going to brand us all as freaks as an argument and generalize us.

No comment on that first line when you can easily argue antishipper do the same.

"Proshippers are not remotely innocent of targeted harrasement" Neither are antis. There's people who take things too far both sides and I'm not going to defend either for that.

"Real kids get assaulted and all you care about is censoring people online!"

Here they shout "oh I can care about both!" But what I don't think they realise is censorship can make it difficult for kids and to learn about how to speak up and to look for signs, or to speak up about their experiences. How do you plan on removing the topic from the Internet whilst also letting victims speak up? And people may want to write fiction based off their experiences. Who are you to go through it and proclaim what is too far, what romanticises it too much? More on this later.

"Antis are reducing my trauma"

They compared this to saying "date rape victims are reducing my trauma because they weren't taken advantage of in the same way as me" which is a disgusting parallel?? Date rape is still rape. Someone writing about something isn't the same as it happening. Although it can be used as harrasment, grooming, etc if directly addressed to you or being constantly sent to you, written about you. But the content existing in general? No.

"I'm coping"

Compared it to self harm, and such. Poetry and diaries are also used to write about your experiences and unpack trauma. Some of which may write it in an unrealistically positive light cause that's how they want to unpack it or explain those thoughts. And yes these things get posted online.

I can't imagine a single therapist or professional psychiatrist of any kind disapproving of creative writing because, again, it's much better than any alternatives of doing real harm to yourself or people around you. Although I do agree that if something is traumatising for you to read about and just upsets you further, be aware of your own boundaries but not everyone is the same so how are you going to police people's own thoughts and emotions.

Also I can't remember who or where as it was years ago now, but I have heard of people who actually realised they were being groomed or abused and just how bad it was through reading about it in a fanfic and seeing it in an outside perspective.

They also say to do it in private, but doesn't everyone on the Internet now have an understanding of finding a community and looking out for eachother and sharing experiences?

"There's more nuance here than just calling proshippers peodophiles"

Here they say no matter what it still comes down to whether it's ever okay to sexualise minors in certain contexts. And again, not every proshipper does this or is even comfortable with engaging in this kind of content. And further, no one is sexualising real minors in this context.

"I'm a proshipper and a minor tho!"

I'd agree minors should be wary of the spaces they're in but proship spaces aren't always necessarily sexual, graphic or 18+. Saying they're being groomed feels like you're watering down that term. I was a proshipper at age 13, I didn't interact with anyone online about it though, I didn't even know that was the term. I just came to the conclusion that it's just fiction all on my own. Minors aren't idiots.

At then end they talk about their own experience being groomed and I'm obviously not going to nitpick or criticise their experiences. I will point out that one person being bad and taking advantage of you and using content to do so doesn't mean everyone is like that. I am sorry to anyone who has been taken advantage of by someone who claims they're a proshipper though. There are people who have turned out to be horrible on both sides.

I am ill and it's late but I want to get this up sooner rather than later so please ask for clarification on anything. I'm always up for a discussion on this topic as I do believe some of these points do have merits at times and that this whole topic is not black and white

[warakami-vaporwave]

I’ve been pretty hugely inspired by your work, specifically the logos and stuff, to the point I’ve wanted to start making my own (I haven’t really been posting it anywhere).

I’m so sorry if this is rude in any way, I was wondering if you have a specific place you look to really capture the vibe of those classic ads/logos. Sorry if this is worded weird, it’s been a long day lol

Thanks, I'm always happy to hear I've inspired people! Questions like this are fun to answer, and this one is timely since I've spent a lot of this year focusing on getting better at logo design. People ask this from time to time so I'll try to cover this in a bit more detail, although the answer will be pretty long and tumblr might break some of these links.

The short answer:

To catch the vibe of a specific area, the advertisements in retro magazines are a really good place to start since you can see the trends of an era well. Luckily there are tons of scans of those magazines online. This works for most pre-internet design eras.

The long answer:

References for logos:

Google books has a pretty big archive of a lot of old magazines. Pick one that fits your niche (for much of my work, something more tech focused like Popular Mechanics issues from the late 70s/early 80s could fit well); https://books.google.com/books/about/Popular_Mechanics.html?id=gtkDAAAAMBAJ

Archive.org is a great resource as well. For example; this link shows branding for a ton of companies from the 80s; https://archive.org/details/bitsavers_unitedTechngineersMasterVol2_242068752/page/n389/mode/2up?view=theater

There are also books that compile logos of an era (I've been meaning to skim through some of these); https://archive.org/search?query=creator%3A%22Kuwayama%2C+Yasaburo%CC%84%22

This site has an amazing archive of designs, sorted by the typefaces used so you can really see the variety of ways you can use a font; https://fontsinuse.com/typefaces/1847/microgramma

This tumblr has a ton of scans of VHS cover packaging; https://vaultofvhs.tumblr.com/

Similar to the above, there are sites and archives for most any niche and era. This site focuses on retro product packaging; https://soft-electronics.com/home/

Youtube:

Youtube is a good resource for seeing how designers make retro-inspired logos. There are tons of designers making videos, just pick an era and look for 'retro 70s/80s/90s/00s logo design' and it'll show you how they work. Other than their thought process in logo design (which is a huge area in and of itself), seeing how they apply grunge and glitch effects helps as well.

There are tons of channels that do this but this is one of my favorites; https://www.youtube.com/@Texturelabs/videos

Just keep in mind that for all of this, some youtube designers will try to sell you classes, texture packs or plugins. You don't NEED any of them. Plenty of free assets and information exists. Personally I have never used any of it, although I might switch to using some in the future to speed things up.

Pinterest:

Within the last year I've started using pinterest for research more. I've found it helpful to create very very specific boards such as 'retro 70s/80s tv show title screen logos' and fill it with only the best, hit the 'More ideas' button and it'll usually help me find reference quicker and a few I've never seen before. Sometimes I'll get really lucky and it'll find visually similar ideas, but from a niche I never thought overlapped with it before.

Other places:

This is just the basics, although you can go much much deeper on all of this. I find it's easy for me to get carried away with doing too much research, and not enough actually making art.

Also, please keep in mind that I'm not a logo designer, or much of a graphic designer. Most of what I make fails (be it logos, or art itself). I spent a lot of time this year working on 40 logos to use in art this year. Of those 40 designs I'm hoping that I'll end up using 10-15 of them regularly. Each year I make over 100 designs, of them I only really like a dozen of those designs, and only a few of those succeed as merch.

Hopefully some of this helps!

[sleepanonymous]

As a thank you to everyone who stuck with me through the Lost Media posts, I want to leave this series with this last compilation of song names and descriptions that could not be recovered. It turned out to be waaay longer than expected, so I will split II’s lost media off into a separate post. He deserves to be singled out and admired anyway🖤

The Aperture (Composition)

Upload date: before 8 November 2010 There is no description with this song, we only have a dead YouTube link and a date when the song was mentioned.

Ribbon wars (Composition)

Upload Date: Sometime before April 2011

“The human sense of deep contemplation, I believe, is like the opposite of a set of false teeth. You put it in before you go to bed, and take it out when you wake up in the morning. And it…”

This was a deleted video from Ves’s YouTube channel, and all we have remaining is the date and partial description. Honestly, I think about that analogy he makes way too much, and I wish I knew where he was taking it.

COVER OF THE WEEK: Animals as Leaders- On Impulse (Live Piano) 

Upload Date: 08 November 2011

I had originally thought this was the same On Impulse cover we already have, but the links and upload dates were different, leading me to find this description. Interesting that he’d play this insane piece twice? Especially live? Maybe he got comments about it being fake on the original 😂 2011 YouTube was pretty toxic tbh.

Stinkfist & H (TOOL) - Acoustic Guitar + Piano Cover

Upload Date: 03 December 2011 The original description was just names and instruments, plus the date and venue name. This was on Ves’s friend’s YouTube channel, and the video would have been filmed at the same music venue that Ves covered Parabol+Parabola with his friend’s band. The two credits were Baby Ves on Piano+Vocals and his friend on acoustic guitar.

Humbling River - Puscifer cover (Piano + Acoustic Guitar Cover)

Upload Date: 18 January 2012 Same instance as above. Ves was credited on Piano+Vocals, his friend was on an acoustic guitar, and they had a second backing vocalist.

Green Valley - Puscifer cover (Piano + Acoustic Guitar) 

Upload Date: 18 January 2012 Same as the above, and the same three people are credited.

Corelia- Aviation (Piano cover)

Upload Date: 16 February 2012

I’ve mentioned this description in another lost media post previously, since we do have the live version of this song that Ves performed.

Corelia- The Sound Of Glaciers Moving (Live Piano Cover)

Upload Date: 23 February 2012

This would have been similar to the other peeled hand videos Ves’s uploaded in February 2012.

Periphery- Icarus Lives (Live Piano Cover)

Upload Date: 23 February 2012

Another of the peeled hands videos uploaded in February 2012. “Back in the day” like sir, that video was uploaded august 2011 lol. I still have my fingers crossed that ST will tour with Periphery one day. It’d be the best ritual ever, and genuinely so fulfilling.

The Haarp Machine- The Escapist Notion (Piano Cover)

Upload Date: 03 March 2012

This is one of those bands I’d thank Ves for introducing me to if I could lol. Very early ‘10s sounding prog metal, but still great. I can hear some influence on his earlier songs, esp songs like Fiend and the Mighty Caribou song.

Structures- / (Piano Cover)

Upload Date: 18 March 2012

Well that’s a thought I never would have had about a band but okay, sure. Thanks for that mental image, Baby Ves 🤣

Red Seas Fire- The Recovery (Piano) Live at Random Church

Upload Date: 26 April 2012

I had posted this description previously in this lost media post. I actually panicked a bit thinking I had skipped this song, because I couldn’t find it lol. This was recorded by the same friend he did the Tool/Puscifer covers with.

Veil Of Maya- Unbreakable (Piano Cover) 

Upload Date: 04 May 2012

On behalf of Ves, I apologize to all the fairies. He didn’t mean it, he didn’t know III yet.

Cobus Potgieter YouTube Band Project: Keyboard Audition ([Redacted Name])

Upload Date: 09 July 2012

No video was ever recovered for this upload, but according to the (thankfully saved) transcript, he performed two songs or song snippets on his keyboard in an audition. Ves did not get chosen to participate in this project; a contributing factor was likely that he was living in the UK and the competition was only open to North American residents. I’ve attempted to clean up the transcript below (it was auto generated and YouTube did not agree with Ves’s British accent).

Hey, Cobus! My name is [Redacted Name]. I'm [Redacted] years of age. One thing I should definitely say before I do this is that quite clearly I'm English, and I do live in England, and I know you didn't reach the target that you needed in order to make the auditions international on Kickstarter. Well, I have decided to audition anyway, but by all means discount this audition based on the fact that I'm English. Obviously I'm willing to pay any necessary expenses like visas and flights and stuff because let's be honest they're ridiculously expensive. So, beyond that if you do decide to, you know, watch this. In terms of music, music is— a lot of people say this, but music is effectively my life, in the sense that I live in this small room in my house, you know? And I just sort of... do it every day, most of the time. I like a lot of different music, like I'm quite into a lot of what you'd describe as progressive metal, really. So, I like Tool, and a lot of, like, modern stuff like Periphery, but some other stuff you might be more familiar with that I like… I like things like Radiohead and more, in common with with your tastes. I like a lot of bands, A Day to Remember and Blue Wanted To [I can’t figure out what band “blue wanted to” might be]. You know, stuff like that— a lot of stuff, really. I'm auditioning to play in your band on keyboard or piano, probably piano if–if I had a choice, I like to do things with, you know, a bit of a— bit of a classical slant on it, but try and, I don't know— I don't mind classical music. Quite like classical music, but I'd like to maintain a certain amount of energy in a song, especially if you're covering it. Anyway, so the first song I'll be playing is My Life for Hire by A Day to Remember. [Music played from minute mark 00:03:07,050 to minute mark 00:05:45,150] There you go, that was—that was that, and hope you liked it and stuff for that [unsure if he’s generally mumbling/flustered about his performance or if the subtitles are absolutely butchered here]. The next thing you suggested doing perhaps an improvisation, which suits me down to the ground [is that a real saying? UK peeps please tell me] because that's how I do most things. I have a fairly good grasp of, you know, key signatures and that's all thing, but I–I like to improvise a lot, so I'll just pick a key, let's say F minor, and just sort of run with it and hopefully it would be like…yeah. [Music played from minute mark 00:07:31,050 to minute mark 00:09:42,738] And there you go, that was just an invitation… And I also apologize there appears to be some sort of lawn [mower? transcript had no word between lawn and operating] operating right outside my window. So I really hope that's not audible… So to end without going on too much, this is a bit cliche but it is true that to go to America, and, more specifically, to do something to do music, has always been the ultimate goal for me, which is why your project has appealed to me so much and why I've taken it upon myself to do this despite the circumstances, I love creating music. Please, by all means check out my channel. I've got various songs, I've made covers I've done, you know… I can't really express how much it would mean to me if if you were to accept me, but at the same time I perfectly understand if–if this whole thing isn't really valid, and I apologize in that case for taking up your time. Thanks a lot, Cobus. I'm [Redacted Name], and I hope you pick me.

Does anyone else have an immense desire to hug this man after reading that? Because I do 🥹😭🖤

Red Seas Fire- Epinephrine (Piano Cover/Interpretation)

Upload Date: 02 August 2012

Ves’s love for this barely known band is still super endearing to me 🥹 I wonder if he ever thought about himself in the same way when ST was just starting out.

Amsterdam

Upload Date: 10 March 2015

No description with this one. All we have is a dead YouTube link and an upload date. This song was actually one of the few he deleted and did not set to unlisted. This is purely a theory of mine, but it’s possible that this song was deleted from YouTube and cannibalized to create a Sleep Token song, especially since this was only about a year before Sleep Token’s YouTube channel was created. It would explain the deletion versus unlisting, at least in my mind.

Corelia- Mute Swan (Piano Cover)

Upload Date: N/A

No upload date, description, or url for this one, it was only mentioned in another video of baby Ves’s.

[falesten-iw]

Nothing can truly show you the reality of what's happening in Gaza, not a picture, not a video, and not even words. The truth is far worse than anything an image can capture. Families are not just enduring genocide, they’re being erased. Their history, their homes, their existence, wiped away like they were never there.

What’s left behind? Bits and pieces. Fragments. A scrap of fabric here, a shattered memory there. People are still trapped beneath the rubble. Some are alive, their voices weak but desperate, pleading for help that will never come. There’s no rescue equipment. No teams to save them. And anyone brave enough to try is met with drones, striking down anyone who gets close.

Those who’ve managed to survive aren’t just hungry, they’re freezing. Imagine huddling in a makeshift tent, shaking not just from fear but from the biting cold that seeps into your bones. The wind tears through everything, ripping apart whatever tiny bit of warmth you’ve managed to cling to. Inside the tent, there’s no comfort. Only the sound of bodies rustling as they try to stay warm, muffled cries of grief, and the haunting sound of people buried beneath the rubble, their faint cries for help echoing in the dark.

The cold doesn’t care. It doesn’t spare anyone—not children, not parents, not the elderly. It sinks into everyone, leaving them numb, both physically and emotionally. Hunger takes what little strength they have left, and the cold takes their hope. This isn’t some tragic story from the past—it’s happening right now. These are my people. This is my family.

A single line can hold the weight of an entire story, and a single choice can save a life. What if you skipped that extra coffee, brush pack, or subscription and put that money toward rescuing lives in Gaza ? One small sacrifice from you could provide food, warmth, or even survival to my family who’ve lost everything.

You might wonder, “Does it really matter? Can I make a difference?” The answer is yes. Every dollar you give is a line of hope, a stand against the darkness. Don’t let this story fade. Don’t let Gaza disappear into silence.

Please help us and donate now if you can, and reblog this post to spread our story.

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[itspikamefan]

Pretty sure everyone already found these videos but Ill be compiling them here for my sanity (Thank you to the reddit user who provided me with the Floriography Book that let me solve these puzzles!)

I know there's atleast ONE other video that can be discovered ala the Devotion Music Cover but I can not for the LIFE of me figure out what the hell these flowers are

If anyone in the Welcome Home Community could help me that would be greatly appreciated

Edit: Turns out I had the order wrong and those flowers were just decoration OOPS! Here's the final video!

Edit 2: Oh and of course before I Forget MY BOY WALLY

EDIT 3: Not a Video but a terrified looking Frank Link that someone somehow found

[charliedawn]

The Miracle Part 2

Toshinori Yagi x Reader

Link for Part 1:

Tag list: @like-a-clock @decaffeinatedtreewitch

Over the next few days, U.A.’s faculty discreetly launched their investigation.

Aizawa spent hours reviewing security footage from nearby streets and businesses, scanning for any sign of the girl. He analyzed every person who passed through the area that day, narrowing it down to potential matches.

Hound Dog used his enhanced sense of smell, visiting the alley where Toshinori had saved her. If he could pick up even a faint scent from her lingering presence, he might be able to track her movements.

Midnight and Present Mic handled the more social approach, questioning local shop owners and pedestrians. Midnight, with her natural charm, casually asked around, while Present Mic tried a more direct approach—though his enthusiasm tended to scare people off at first.

Meanwhile, Snipe coordinated with police reports, checking if anyone had filed a missing person’s report or an emergency hospital visit around the same time.

And Nezu, ever the strategist, compiled all their findings, using his high-level intelligence to predict possible locations where she might frequent.

While the teachers worked, Toshinori found himself troubled…

It wasn’t just the fact that he hadn’t gotten the girl’s name. It was the strange feeling he’d had ever since he ate those donuts. His body felt different—stronger, steadier. His energy lasted longer, and for the first time in years, he didn’t wake up in pain every morning.

Recovery Girl’s words echoed in his mind:

"Your injury…it’s healing."

But how ?

His Quirk, One For All, had always been about transferring power, not regeneration. And as far as he knew, no known Quirk or medical treatment could reverse the damage All For One had inflicted.

Which meant…That girl was special.

And he had to find her—not just for himself, but to make sure she was safe.

One evening, as Aizawa was reviewing the footage for what felt like the hundredth time, he suddenly paused.

A figure.

A girl, running through the alley. She was carrying grocery bags—the same ones Toshinori had mentioned her dropping during the attack. Aizawa leaned forward, adjusting the video speed. She had (colour) hair, slightly disheveled from running. Her clothes were simple but neat. She turned her head slightly, just enough for the camera to catch a partial glimpse of her face.

Aizawa exhaled sharply.

"Got her."

Without wasting time, he called the others.

Within the hour, the entire faculty was gathered in Nezu’s office, watching the footage.

"This is her ?" Midnight asked.

"Matches the description," Aizawa confirmed.

Nezu steepled his paws together. "Can we track where she went after this ?"

Aizawa shook his head. "Unfortunately, she disappears past this point. No other cameras caught where she went. We know that Toshinori brought her home after that—but he doesn’t remember where her home is exactly."

"But this is a lead," Snipe pointed out. "We know what she looks like now. That’s a start."

Nezu nodded. "Then we proceed to phase two. We identify her."

They all nodded in agreement. The search was narrowing. Now, all they had to do was find her before someone else did.

…

Days passed, and despite their best efforts, the teachers had found nothing else on the mysterious girl. Aizawa had exhausted all security footage. Hound Dog lost her trail. Snipe found no official records of her anywhere. It was as if she had simply vanished.

They reconvened in Nezu’s office, frustration clear on their faces.

"This is ridiculous," Midnight muttered, crossing her arms. "She has to be out there somewhere. A civilian doesn’t just disappear after getting groceries."

"We’ve tried everything," Aizawa said. "I even went to the grocery shop she went to, but the store manager said he didn’t know who she was and since there has been a robbery recently—the camera was off service. At this point, unless she walks into U.A. herself, we’re out of options."

The room fell silent.

Then, suddenly—

"Wait, wait, WAIT !" Present Mic shot up from his chair, eyes gleaming with excitement. "What if…we make her come to us ?"

Aizawa gave him a tired look. "Hizashi, what the hell are you talking about ?"

"Think about it ! We’ve been looking for her quietly, right ? But what if everyone was looking for her ?"

Nezu tilted his head. "Go on."

"We put out an alert," Present Mic continued, grinning. "Make her wanted."

A heavy silence filled the room.

Then, everyone collectively blinked.

"…What ?" Midnight finally said what everyone else was thinking.

"Not actually wanted, obviously," Present Mic waved his hands. "We make it a mistake ! We say she might be ‘involved’ in a case, nothing serious—just enough to get people’s eyes on her. Civilians, heroes, police—everyone will be looking. And when she realizes she’s on the radar, she’ll have no choice but to come forward to clear it up !"

"That…" Snipe rubbed his chin. "Ain’t the worst idea."

"Are you seriously suggesting we frame a civilian ?" Aizawa sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. This was…ridiculous.

"Not frame ! Just…strongly encourage her to show up," Hizashi replied—hoping to convince the group by rewording his suggestion.

Toshinori, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke up.

"…It’s risky."

"I know, but—" Hizachi started but Toshinori cut him off.

"I understand your frustration and enthusiasm, dear colleague but…what if she gets scared and actually runs ? What if she gets into trouble because of this ?" Toshinori clenched his fists. "I do not want to cause her harm."

Nezu hummed in thought. Then, his eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief.

"There is a way to do this without putting her in danger."

Everyone turned to him.

"We won’t label her a villain. Instead…" Nezu’s whiskers twitched. "We’ll say she’s a witness to a dangerous event. That we need to ‘question’ her for important information. That way, people will look for her—but she won’t be in danger of being treated as a criminal."

Aizawa sighed. "We’re really doing this ?"

Nezu grinned.

"Consider it…a necessary deception."

Toshinori hesitated. But in the end, they had no other choice.

"…Alright."

Once the plan approved unanimously, they all went back to their duties. Toshinori was still bothered about putting the civilian at risk—but he also knew that there was little chance she would come forward otherwise.

He sighed. He hoped their efforts would at least lead to something. He looked out the window. He didn’t know if the plan was going to work but, he sincerely hoped it wouldn’t upset you too much…

Meanwhile in some little cozy apartment:

The warm aroma of spices and sizzling vegetables filled your kitchen as you stirred a pot on the stove, humming softly to yourself. It was a quiet evening, just like any other—until your phone buzzed on the counter. You wiped your hands on a towel before picking it up. The caller ID flashed with a familiar name—your friend Haru.

"Hey ! What’s up, Haru ?" you answered casually, still focused on stirring your food.

Their voice, however, was anything but casual.

"Turn on the TV. Now."

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden demand. "Uh…what ? Why ?"

"Because your face is on the freaking news !"

Your stirring stopped.

Your heart skipped a beat.

"What ?"

"Just TURN IT ON !"

With slightly shaky hands, you grabbed the remote and flipped the TV to the first news channel you could find. And there, clear as day, was your own face staring back at you.

"Authorities are currently searching for this unidentified young woman, who is believed to have been a witness to a recent incident involving a Pro Hero. Officials are urging her to come forward, as she may have valuable information that could assist in an ongoing investigation—"

You nearly dropped the remote.

"What the hell ?!"

Your friend was still on the line, their voice frantic.

"What did you do ?! Are you in trouble ?!"

"I—I don’t know !" you stammered, your mind racing.

You had done nothing. Nothing at all. Why were they looking for you ? Was this about that weird lizard guy from last time ? But they had arrested him, hadn’t they ? Your eyes darted back to the screen. They were asking people to report any sightings of you. Meaning…everyone was looking for you.

A cold chill ran down your spine.

You needed to figure this out. Fast.

Your heart pounded as you grabbed your phone and quickly dialed the police station. The ringing seemed to last forever before a bored-sounding officer finally answered.

"Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, how can I help you ?"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. "Hi, um—my name is Y/N, and I just saw the news. The girl they’re looking for ? That’s me."

There was a brief pause. Then, the officer sighed.

"Ma’am, if this is a prank, I’d advise against wasting police resources."

You blinked. "What ? No ! I’m serious ! I am the person you’re looking for ! I don’t even know why I’m on the news, but I just want to clear this up—"

The officer let out another sigh, sounding highly unimpressed by your claim.

"Look, lady, we’ve had over fifty calls in the last hour from people claiming to be this ‘mystery witness.’ Unless you have some actual proof, I’m going to have to end this call."

Your grip on the phone tightened. "But I am—"

Click.

The line went dead.

You stared at your phone in disbelief.

"…Are you kidding me ?!" You ran a hand through your hair, frustration bubbling up inside you. They didn’t believe you. Of course they didn’t—why would they, with so many false reports coming in ?

Which meant if you wanted answers…You were going to have to find them on your own.

…

You paced back and forth in your living room, gripping your phone tightly. The police wouldn’t believe you, and you had no idea why you were being searched for. There was only one place left to go for answers—U.A. But you couldn’t just walk in as yourself. Not when your face was plastered all over the news.

That’s when an idea struck you.

You immediately called your friend, who happened to have an illusion quirk.

"Hey, I need a favor," you said the moment they answered.

There was a pause before they replied suspiciously, "What kind of favor ?"

You took a deep breath. "I need you to make me look like someone else…so I can sneak into U.A."

"WHAT ?!"

You quickly shushed them, glancing around your apartment like someone might be listening. "It’s not like I’m breaking in ! I just… need to talk to them. They’re looking for me, and I don’t know why. If I show up as myself, they’ll probably lock me up or something. But if I go as someone else and pretend to be a witness, I can get more information."

Your friend groaned. "This is insane…"

"But it’s also my only option right now," you pointed out.

There was silence on the other end before they sighed heavily. "You’re lucky I like you."

Not long after, you met up with them in a secluded area. They studied you for a moment before raising their hands, a shimmering glow forming around their fingertips.

"Alright," they muttered. "This illusion will make you look like an old man, but remember—it only lasts an hour. After that, you’ll be back to normal, no matter where you are."

You swallowed hard and nodded. "That’s all I need."

As they worked their magic, you felt a strange sensation wash over you. When it was done, you got your phone out to look at your new appearance. Indeed, you now had the appearance of an old man with glasses. Even your voice had changed slightly.

You turned to your friend with a determined look. "Alright. Time to find out what the hell is going on."

With that, you set off toward U.A. to uncover the truth. Disguised and on high alert, you made your way toward U.A. The massive school loomed in the distance, its gates guarded as always. You had no real plan beyond getting in, asking questions, and hopefully getting out before your illusion wore off. You took a deep breath and approached the front gate. As expected, a security officer stopped you before you could get too close.

"Halt. State your business.”

Time to act the part.

"I—I’m here to report a sighting," you said in your feeble old man voice. "Of that girl. The one on the news. I saw her two days ago near downtown."

The officer immediately perked up. "You saw her ? Did she talk to you ?"

You shook your head quickly. "No, but I got a good look at her. I figured I should come here and tell someone..."

The guard exchanged a glance with his partner before nodding. "Wait here."

He stepped aside and spoke into his earpiece. "Possible witness at the front gate. Bringing them in now."

Your stomach twisted with nerves. This was actually working. Moments later, you were escorted inside the school and led down the hallways toward a meeting room. The walk felt way too long, and every second that ticked by reminded you that your illusion only lasted an hour. Finally, the door opened, and inside were three people—Aizawa, Present Mic, and All Might himself.

You froze. You hadn’t seen All Might since THAT night. What was he doing here ?!

Aizawa spoke first. "You said you saw the girl we’re looking for ?"

You nodded, forcing yourself to stay calm. "Yes. Hum…I am a shop owner. I sell all kinds of products and I remember selling her that big lamp. Very fine craftsmanship if I may say so myself. And I remember her well because hum…" You started thinking about it and suddenly blurted out. "…because she was VERY pretty ! Yeah. So pretty. And because she played with my granddaughter for a moment and I wanted her number because maybe she’d be interested in spending time with her some more and—"

"Did you get it ?" Aizawa interrupted you and you let out a nervous chuckle.

"Me ? Nah. The girl just bought me the lamp and skedaddled. Ahah. Yeah. Totally what happened."

The three men in front of you sighed in defeat.

"Fine. Where’s your shop, Mister…?"

Your eyes widened. Crap. Right. Name and shop. You looked around and started thinking about it. You weren’t all that good at improv…

"Yeah hum…My name is Mister Poulter and I own this shop in the Akishi district. The name of my shop is…Poultry."

You wanted to slap yourself so hard.

Aizawa raised a quizzical eyebrow at you.

"Your name is Poulter and your shop is called…Poultry ?"

Your grin became forced.

"Yeah. It’s hum…advertising stuff. Pretty good, right ?"

None of the men spoke…until the hero you recognised as Present Mic burst out laughing.

"Poultry ! Poulter ! Ahahahah ! Good one, bro !"

You chuckled nervously. Right…Hilarious.

All Might coughed and leaned forward slightly, clearly trying to get back on topic. "Sorry, citizen ! But let us return to the girl ! Did she say anything ? Act strangely in any way ?"

You hesitated, then decided to test the waters. "I don’t know…but she did look like she was in a hurry. Like she was trying to avoid someone. Is she in any trouble ?"

That made them pause. The three teachers exchanged glances before Present Mic smiled at you and shook his head. "Nah ! Not at all ! But we have reason to believe she’s important. Maybe even very—like super duper—important."

Aizawa crossed his arms. "Did you really not notice anything strange about her ?"

You frowned. "Strange how ?"

All Might finally spoke again. "Did she seem…special in any way ?"

Your heart pounded in your chest. They knew something. What did they know ? Were you really in trouble ? What was going on ? Were you in danger ?

"I mean…she seemed normal to me," you lied.

The three men looked at each other before All Might asked another question:

"It may sound a little strange but…did the girl have maybe…donuts with her ? Did she offer you any ?"

Your eyes widened. Wait…The donuts ?

ALL THIS BECAUSE OF DONUTS ?!

You forced to smile again.

"Hum…no. I am sorry. But if I see her again, I will be sure to tell you."

Aizawa exhaled through his nose. "Alright. Thank you. If you remember anything else, contact us immediately."

You nodded quickly and stood up. "Of course. Thank you for listening."

As you walked toward the door, All Might suddenly called after you, "Wait."

You froze. You felt cold sweat rolling down your back. You turned slowly, your breath caught in your throat. He studied you, his sharp blue eyes scanning your face. For a terrifying moment, you thought he knew.

But then he simply smiled. "Thank you for coming forward ! That was very brave of you."

You forced a smile. "It’s nothing…I just hope you find her soon."

With that, you walked out as calmly as you could—though your heart was racing.

You had learned something…but not enough.

And now, you had even more questions than before.

You were so close to making it out. Just a few more steps, and you’d be home free. The illusion was still holding, but you could feel the minutes slipping away.

And then—WHAM !

Something slammed into the side of your head with the force of a truck.

Your vision went black instantly.

The last thing you heard before you hit the ground was a panicked, "OH CRAP ! I DIDN’T MEAN TO—!"

Then everything faded into nothing.

[katyahina]

Who are Norbert and Beltran in Bloodborne?

(Put a pin on this post because I will update it if more details come up!) Okay this topic subtly poped up in a chat that I've started, so I thought it was a good time to reshare this bit!

Beltran, connected with Cainhurst

(Image from this ( x ) page)

And you might thing "ah, yeah, it is cut content Father Norbert", right? Well, it was an assumption for many years, and I thought that too until I saw a dataminer Lance McDonald (you must have ran in at least some stuff from them by now) debunk it!

( x ) The original post simply posthed the model of this guy in the red robes calling him 'Father Norbert', and I swear I was there before it got deleted (presumably to not spread misinformation)! Also a lesson for everyone to screenshot everything lol

The other mention of name 'Beltran' will link to the Bloodborne wiki compiling all evidence, in the cut content page ( x ), refering to the file showing his model below and a video from 2018 and yet you can see video doesn't mention this guy's name and 'Beltran' was revealed in 2021 so the revelation came in later! Meph who created this wiki interacts with the dataminers closely to compile everything and it is still getting updated to this day!

But there is even more about him!

The model of 'Beltran', just like the guy depicted on one of the portraits in Cainhurst, wears this necklace! Because of this, other wiki that was compiling cut content has a theory of an NPC in the Cainhurst Library:

( x )

According to Lance, nothing about his data leads to a specific location, but it is not an outlandish theory either I suppose. In any case, Fromsoft choosing to keep that portrait in the game, where all players can see it, as well as to see both Gold Pendant and Church Servants' necklace on him!

The model of 'Beltran' appears to be much older and closer linked to the church/religious vibe, and also Cainhurst portraits have another instance of red robes so I'd say the Beltran affiliated with Cainhurst is the "canon" one! Again, devs kept him for everyone to see.

Since Church Servants that wear this necklace are Pthumerians themselves and Cainhurst Vilebloods are all descendants of Pthumeru Ihyll ( x ), as well as pendant on the portrait not looking that golden, we could assume it isn't that deep and those servants just wear symbols of their heritage! But why would Healing Church let them, considering they've bult a lot of their identity on loathing that kind of heritage and even their superstar Logarius, who is also a Pthumerian, leads slaughtering of these "impure" relatives? 🤔 In my opinion, Laurence taking something with him for sentimental value creates less questions, and makes him another Cainhurst person "betraying" his heritage together with Maria (and Fauxefka, if you believe her to be a detractor and not just someone too interested in Cainhurst despite being Choir-affiliated). Could Beltran that did travel in the game, although as a portrait, be his father?

In any case, yeah! The red-robed guy is not Norbert!

Father Norbert/Herbert was meant to be the Cleric Beast that we fight on the bridge and the Vicar who predated Amelia?

Unfortunately, Norbert is someone we never see, only hear mentioned in the cut dialogue of Micolash and another NPC x) You can see it on this ( x ) page as well!

By Micolash:

"I was the Healing Church's... leader. My name is Micolash. Father Norbert/Herbert was in that horrific form, but you liberated him."

By unused Yharnamite NPC:

"... The minister at the cathedral might know something. Father Norbert's his name, quite an highbrow, you see but..."

"The minds of the infected are frail. Perhaps you deserve mercy. I know nothing, but Father Norbert, head of the cathedral in the Eastern Quarter, might know something. Pay him a visit, if you dare! Hee hee hee, be gone."

Fun fact: the name is kind of mistranslated, and Japanese symbols for him suggest the name Herbert (ヘルベルト) instead!

(From this ( x ) page)

We can see that he clearly was related to the Healing Church or an early draft of it, and there is actually a clue on to how exactly!

(Cut content, from this ( x ) page)

'Living Livers' were meant to be the same thing as 'Souls' that bosses drop, and you might be familiar with the concept from Dark Souls trilogy or from Demon's Souls! And you can see that Norbert corresponds to the Cleric Beast! "Bishop" (教区長) used in the item's name for Norbert is the Japanese term also used for "Vicar" in Laurence's and Amelia's titles in their Japanese boss names:

教区長エミーリア = Vicar/Bishop Amelia

初代教区長ローレンス = Laurence the first Vicar/Bishop

教区長のソウル = Vicar's/Bishop's Soul! Internal name for living liver of Norbert. However, name of the item liver itself uses different term: 医療主教ヘルベルトの生き肝

Basically, the early draft for Norbert/Herbert was to be THIS guy:

We know for a fact that other Vicars/Bishops existed between Laurence and Amelia; before she got the Gold Pendant, at least a few other people who had to be Vicars/Bishops of the Healing Church did! Though I am not 100% positive that the idea of this Cleric Beast being Norbert still holds up as well as it did, beceuse he also drops this:

It makes the Cleric Beast that we fight on the bridge seem more like a successor to Ludwig, rather than successor to Laurence! Granted, if you don't want to make an OC, you can still speculate that Norbert was one hell of a talented swordsman, or maybe he took the roles of both Ludwig and Laurence before Amelia took the position? So, that leaves us without a proper Healing Church hunters leader. Now Healing Church hunters are practically defunct and clinging to merely legends in the past (like Alfred), without a proper ideological leader? Gehrman does mention that it seems like Healing Church forgot about the Hunt now; something he must have learned from Dreaming Hunters!

Well whether the bridge Cleric Beast was Norbert or just some successor to Ludwig, at the very least, one thing still fits into equation without any contradiction with the final product; Norbert became a Cleric Beast himself! On the screen or off the screen! Just keep in mind that name 'father' should technically be dropped, if you must resurrect this cut content character:

'Father Norbert' could be used as a character tag for easy search because it is all we will ever get of his name, just not in actual writing that you do!

___________________________

P.S.: Whereas unused name for Amelia, 'Laura', is basically a vacant name for one of those unseen Vicar OCs, another useful name is 'Ashton'! At some point in development, Laurence was in the position of Willem and 'Ashton' was in the position of Laurence:

( x )

[nicholasmoorethetwittermigrant]

I know a lot of people are sad about the Mossing Link news, and I sympathize, but damn man I can’t lie, I hope this is a sign that Nomura/the franchise are moving away from the Live Service/Gacha/Mobile games that have defined the last decade of the franchise.

Like Missing Link looked cool I guess, but bro I was not gonna sit down and play that game, and I don’t think a majority of other fans would either. Same way I didn’t play Union X or Dark Road.

I, like many many many fans, experienced those stories through cutscene compilations on YouTube, if I could even be bothered to care to experience them because not coming packaged with the kind of gameplay I WANT from Kingdom Hearts is inherently disengaging.

If the last 5-6 years of your video game franchise have entirely consisted of games where most players don’t play even if they’re majorly invested in the story, then you’re doing something wrong as a game franchise and it’s time to course correct.