#and is longer than most of the other extras

[thimbleandakiss]

How about a story about cowboy Sevika x y/n. Super soft one about Sevika finding the reader in their horse stables after a long day. >:3

Sorry this is kinda short, the motivation came and went so fast 😭

Pretty Little Lady

Cowgirl!Sevika x Rancher's Daughter!Reader

Summary: Sevika finds you in the stable, brushing your horse an hour before schedule.

Content: fluff, banter, could possibly be interpreted as a suggestive ending, possibly

Cross-posted on Ao3

Playlist used to write

Much to your parents’ frustration, you’ve always loved to spend time in the stables. 

The sweet smell of hay, the musk of horses, is strangely comforting. And that’s not even beginning on the beasts themselves. 

With large, kind, intelligent eyes, silky hides, and personalities more interesting than most members of high society, horses are by far your favorite thing about the ranch. 

Well, second favorite. 

While you’ve been preoccupied with brushing down your favorite painted mare, murmuring sweetly to her, Sevika, the head ranch hand, has been leaning against the entrance to the stables, just… watching you. Enjoying the sight of you in your pristine, pastel-colored dress, stockings, and straw hat tied beneath your chin with a delicate ribbon. 

“Well, now I’ve seen everythin’,” She drawls, pushing herself off the doorframe, boots crunching on the hay strewn about the floor. 

You whirl, breath catching in your chest, you hand gripped tight on the horse brush. After a moment, you clear your throat, smoothing out your skirts, trying to grasp at that air of superiority your mother seemed so skilled in. 

She tips her hat in greeting, but there’s a mocking gleam in her eyes, dark lips pulled into a smirk. The late afternoon sun cast her outline in an almost golden glow, making the sweat of the day on her skin gleam almost ethereally. 

“What’s daddy’s little girl doin’ in the stables all by her pretty little self?” She coos, coming within arm’s reach of you. 

“I am not ‘daddy’s little girl’,” You retort, crossing your arms in a very unladylike gesture. 

You look at each other for a heartbeat longer before breaking out into wide grins, and she barely opens her arms to you before you’re in them. 

“That’s right,” Sevika hums, lifting you up for a little spin, giving you a kiss on your forehead after setting you back on your feet, “‘Cause you’re mine, aren’t ya, doll?”

You smile up at her, eyes sparkling, and nod. 

“Whatcha doin’ here, anyway?” She asks, gently readjusting your hat. “Riding lessons aren’t for another hour.” 

“I know,” You sigh, taking a step back to admire her, “I just thought I’d get a head start, I suppose…”

You trail off, a little too lost in the sight of her. Sevika’s naturally darker complexion is tanned to a medium-dark brown from long days in the field, smudges of dirt on her hands and cheeks. Her leather hat sits low on her head, shielding her face from the glare of the sun, her short, silky brown hair tied back into a small ponytail at the base of her neck. 

Her clothes are… ragged, to put it kindly. The sleeves of her shirt are torn off to reveal the bulky muscles of her arms–not that you’re complaining–but with how much your father pays her, you’d think she’d be able to buy better clothes. 

You’d asked her about it, once, on one of your long trail rides. “Rich clothes, poor clothes, I’ll rip ‘em the same,” She’d said, “no point wastin’ my money on ‘em.”

Sevika gently flicks your nose with one of her large fingers, bringing you back to the present. 

“Starin’ pretty girl?” She teases, and you huff indignantly, ducking your head to hide your grin. 

“Well,” Sevika begins with a sigh, “Since we’re both here early, why don’t I saddle us up, and you can have an extra hour, hm?”

Your entire demeanor immediately brightens, biting your lip excitedly. That’s exactly what you’d been hoping for. You had a sneaking suspicion that Sevika knew that already. 

“Yes, please!” You exclaim, polite as ever. 

Sevika scoffs and shakes her head affectionately, moving over to the saddle stand, effortlessly lifting the hunk of leather off the stand and onto your mare. You watch her as subtly as you can manage, which isn’t much better than openly drooling at the way her muscles flex. 

“I know of a real nice spot by the river,” She grunts, leather groaning as she tightens the straps, “Covered in that soft, spongy kind of moss.” 

She turns to find you already leading her own roan mare forward with a hand on the horse’s strong neck. Sevika smirks appreciatively, haltering the animal and tying her next to yours. 

“If we ride at a reasonable pace, we can spend that whole extra hour there, how’s that sound?” Sevika suggests, eyes sparkling beneath the brim of her hat when she glances at you. 

You smile, lifting onto your toes to plant a kiss on her cheek. “That sounds lovely."

[zlut4rina]

Imy♡

Storyline: Working overnight at a busy office job wasn't everyone's cup of tea, especially not your clingy girlfriends.

Pairings: Student!Ning x Businesswoman!reader

Warnings: public sex, phone sex, dirty talk (ithink)

Note: Both are 18+, obviously, ik I said I was making ning fluff, which I am obviously, but i wanted to make it two parts, and this just came to mind for part 1. Sorre

Word count: 2k (pretty short, idk how you could make 5k+ with just phone sex 😭)

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You hated your job. It was one of the most insufferable places on earth. But the money was good, you needed the money. You weren’t struggling to pay rent or for food. You were actually quite ahead on your bills. The reason being was because of this job, also with the help of your pretty roommate. After the fallout between you guys and a mutual friend, she was kicked out of their house. So you decided to take her in, of course. Unlike you, she was tight on money but somehow still managed to stay in her uni without problem. Ever since then, you two have been living together, then long after you bloomed a relationship with her. She was now your girlfriend of one year and three months, and you couldn’t be happier.

Present time

While finishing up a few papers left by your boss, you noticed some unopened emails on your screen. When opening them, you see at least 5 different request sent to you by a few employers and your boss. You sigh in annoyance, having a feeling you’re going to be here a bit longer than planned. Scrolling through your inbox, skimming through everything, you finally click one and start working. That’s when a coworker walks up to you, leaning on your wall divider. “How long you plan on being here, I thought only six of us had the night shift.” His question sounded genuine with concern in his voice, looking around the office as if scanning to make sure his count was right. “Seven is an odd number y’know” he lets out a stupid chuckle, one you’ve hated for so long. Looking up at him, taking you from your concentration, you spoke. “I have extra work I need to get done. Maybe I’ll be promoted, who knows. Doubt you would.” The last remark was snarky. You gave him a sarcastic smile, turning back to your work. The man left with a scoff, not before whipping a few papers off your desk, scrambling them in the process. You clicked your teeth at this. It wasn’t anything new. It wasn’t something you weren’t used to by now.

Continuing your work, already done with three of the assignments listed to you, your phone rang. Feeling the buzz on your thigh, you take it out, to your realization it was your girlfriend. You turn your head to the bottom corner of your computer screen to check the time. Seeing it was two hours past when you’d usually be home, a bit of sadness washed over you. Picking up the phone, you put it to your ear. “Hey baby, sorry I’m not home yet. I’ve got extra work I’ve gotta get done.” You spoke quietly into the speaker of your phone. Not to draw attention to yourself, your coworkers were all across the room, some just a row behind you. “It’s fine. I was just worried, is all” your girlfriend said, shuffling in bed, to get comfortable. “How long till you can come home, I miss you” she said in a whiny tone, her voice a bit hoarse due to being tired. She must’ve just woken up, you thought to yourself before answering her. “A while, baby, not too long, though. Don’t miss me too much, cutie.” You chuckled a bit as you spoke, earning a playful whine from the other side of the phone. “Hey I’m gonna connect my headphones so I can finish this work, okay, cutie?” The other girl responded in a hum as you pulled out your airpods and connected them to your phone. I'm sitting right next to your keyboard as you get back to work.

Half an hour had passed with you giggling and snickering at your phone. Finishing some more work, the other end of the call was a bit silent sometimes. She didn’t answer you with words mostly with hums or a few “uh huh’s” there wasn’t a problem in that at all, she was probably sleepy I mean its way passed 10 so of course she’s a bit less talkative. “I miss you” suddenly the other side of the phone spoke. Your eyes widened a bit, taking you out of your trance, and the corner of your lips formed a small grin. “I wish you were here right now” your girlfriend spoke in a soft tone. Barley able to hear her. “Me too, baby. I hope you're keeping the bed warm for me when I get home.” You let out a soft chuckle as she giggled quietly. Once again, you heard shuffling through the phone her sighs we slightly audible too. “Are you sleepy?” You asked after the other end went silent. It took a while to gain a response from her. “No, I can’t sleep, not yet” You laughed a bit at her words. Between the two of you, Ning was very clingy she held onto you like a lost puppy. You two were always together. She would even follow you to the bathroom sometimes. She loved being your little spoon, too, anytime you two cuddled. “You should sleep, love, I won’t be home till maybe around one in the morning” saying this caused you to frown. You really wanted to be in bed right now. Holding your favorite girl, planting sweet, soft kisses on her. But no, you just HAD to notice those emails. “I tried, I need you here, holding me. Your arms wrapped around me, I need you.” Hearing her voice, she sounded so needy, desperate. She really did need you, especially at this very moment.

“I miss you too. I can’t stand being away from you for this long. I haven’t kissed you in forever.” You whined out quietly. It really has been long, seeing as two of your coworkers have already left and headed home. “There’s a lot you haven’t done to me in a while …” the other side spoke, catching you off guard. You froze. Ruffling and strange movements were heard from your phone. It lasted a while, too. Coming to your senses, you finally connected a few dots “Like what baby” you asked in a mocking tone, smiling to yourself as well. “I think you know” her voice was husky, yet her words flew out smoothly. “Hmm I’m not sure. Maybe you could refresh my memory?” You teasingly asked her, your smiling becoming a bit bigger. “Fuck why can’t you just get here already ..” She let out a sharp sigh as she spoke. You giggled at her words, she really does miss you huh “So impatient baby, hmm I wonder what would I be greeted with if I were there right now.” You leaned back in your chair, you felt a bit cocky in this moment crossing your arms behind your head. “Your very needy, wet, horny and spread girlfriend that’s what” you could hear her soft sighs and whines through your headphones. It was a bit too quiet for your liking so you turned your volume up. “That’s a sight to see y’know, fuck I’d love to be there right now and ruin you. I bet that’s what you want huh, my fingers deep inside your aching pussy” a few moans were heard along with a few wet sounds from her fingering her pussy. “Your so disgusting, touching yourself at this hour, begging to be fucked senseless”

Giggling to yourself in the moment you check your surroundings, seeing nobody is paying you any mind you continue to focus in your desperate lover. “I bet you can’t wait for me to get home. Can’t wait for me to fucking ruin that pretty body of yours.” You bit your lip at the thought of it, sighing to yourself. Your girlfriends’ moans were getting louder, you heard a soft thud as your girlfriend placed her phone down beside her. “Fuck, I need you so bad right now!” Ning wasn’t really the time to vocalize her needs like this, she was quieter and let her body do most the talking when it came to sex between you two. Seeing this side if her changed something in you. You had to get this side out of her more often. “I can’t really hear you that well though baby, doesn’t sound like you miss me that much.” You tease her tilting your head placing your chin in your hands, staring at your computer screen. Imagining what she looks like right now. “You wanna hear how bad I need you, yea?” She took her phone in hand and turned her camera on. The camera facing the ceiling, before she slowly brought it down to her milky fingers going in and out of her drenched pussy. You could only stare at your screen, has she lost her mind ? This isn’t the same girl a few hours ago. This isn’t the same girl you gave breakfast in bed to earlier. Snapping you out of your thought, she moved her camera in all angles giving you the greatest views of her soaking wet body. “Fuck baby, see? See how bad I need you right now, you’re telling me work is more important than pleasing this?” her voice became higher in pitch the more she went on, bucking her hips into her hand. So desperate for more, so desperate for you.

The sound of her moans and the way her body moved into her hand was driving you crazy. That should be you. You should be the one pleasing her right now. Except you're stuck here watching your pretty girl work for her orgasm. Licking you’re lips at the sight, your hand slowly went down to your pants, unbutton them swiftly. Looking around the office for any wandering eyes. Your hands slipped down to your soaking panties circling your clit slowly. A soft sigh left your lips as you closed your eyes gently. Your motion on yourself fastening, closing your legs ever so slightly due to the feeling rushing inside you. “Baby ..” you whispered head falling down, biting your lip a little. Roughly enough to leave a mark. Moving from your panties you put your hand inside playing with your wet fold. Slowly teasing your entrance, moving your fingers in and out, but not the full length of them. Your girlfriends’ moans were louder than before the camera shaking, hips bucking up and down. Her tiny whines and quiet curses driving you nuts. “You close baby?” you asked working your fingers in yourself. “mhm …” She answered her voice whiney and needy. Flipping the camera she faced it to her exposed chest, cupping one breast and playing with her nipple. Of course taking her hand away from her heat upset her a bit, but she knew you loved seeing her touch herself. Just for you and nobody else. “So pretty baby, you look so good. Fuck I wish I was there to taste you” your words making her whine and bite her lip, putting her fingers back into her soaking wet pussy. “I wanna feel your tongue deep inside me, taste how good you make me feel.” You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips, and honestly you didn’t care if anyone heard. Your too focused on the beautiful piece of art in front of you to care.

Your pace with your fingers quickened inside you, spreading your legs a little wider for easier access. Biting your lip to conceal your moans, you threw your head back against the head of your chair. Phone in one hand and the other in your pants. You could feel your climax reaching near. You could tell she was close too with the way her body was moving and how fast her hand had gotten. “You better cum baby, just for me, ruin those sheets” you gritted your teeth together and you felt closer and closer to the edge having forgotten all about your work, the time, and if the people around you were aware of your little situation. “Fuck baby I’m so close, I wanna cum in your mouth all over your face.” Her words sent you over the edge cumming all over your hands and in your pants. You wanted to close your eyes but you couldn’t look away from her perfect body and how it reacted to finally releasing all that built up tension in her code. She let out high pitched moans and cute whines as she came, not stopping after wetting her fingers she played with her clit a little more. The fast circles she was rubbing on herself made her squirt all over the bed her camera catching all of it. Her body squirmed at the pleasure and release. The call was almost quiet, all that could be heard was the heavy breaths your girlfriend was taking. Her small gasp and her little whimpers. You watched all this go down, finally growing tired of waiting you buttoned your pants up and packed your things to head out and head home to your girlfriend. “Fuck, hurry home, okay? I miss you” your girlfriend said before ending the call.

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[zonnbae]

🕯️𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕚𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕘𝕠❜𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕞

𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕘𝕠 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

To the fans who crave the danger and intensity of Bakugo's explosive love.

Listen as you read: 

Introductions:

Track 1: Out of My League 

Track 2: Routines in the Night 

Track 3: Glad You Came

Katsuki Bakugo is so mean. Class 1-A and Class 1-B were full of exceptional students that could have been wonderful subjects, like Todoroki Shoto and Yaoyorozu Momo who were implemented into the Hero Course under special circumstances. By happenstance, you had volunteered yourself to be subjected to his attitude with more enthusiasm than you cared to remember. You were a proud member of the first-year Support Course, Class 1-F. A week into the course, Power Loader had presented an anonymous list of quirks for your class to select from. The deliberation process was longer than all of the introductory lessons that you all had taken thus far. This was prior to the U.A. Sports Festival, so the details of who possessed what quirk was not as widely available. The students that were more in-the-know used their knowledge to acquire the most ideal matches. You were still trying to go through the motions of warming up to your classmates, which meant that any external students were just out of the question. 

An explosive quirk sounded so exhilarating on paper. You remembered being so excited. Your curiosity had gotten the better of you as you wondered how big, loud, and destructive a quirk like that might have been. There were so many angles that you could take in creating support gear for something like this that you were sure that you’d pass the semester with flying colors. You had quickly turned in your top three choices; explosion, creation, and electrification. 

You recalled waiting in anticipation on the edge of your seat as the class’ submissions were processed. You were anxious to receive your top choice. Everyone must have selected the same thing. At least, you had thought so until two of your classmates had taken their seats behind you. “Man, I’m so excited! What do you think they’re going to do to break ties?” Classmate A said while rummaging through their bag, retrieving a snack in the meantime. 

“The hell if I know,” Replied Classmate B as they slumped in their seats with their cheeks in their palms. “I didn’t even bother choosing the obvious ones.” This was great news! That meant you had a greater chance! 

“Oh, yeah, same. It’s too much pressure. I’m sure everyone’s waiting to see what kind of gear’s being produced for Endeavor’s son.” You had thought similarly for Momo, but that hadn’t stopped you from tossing your hat into the ring. 

“I know one thing for sure, I’d rather flunk out than be stuck with that explosion quirk.” Come again? 

“OOOH, you’ve seen him, too?!” Classmate A sat up in their seat at the recollection.

“That asshole in Class 1-A?” Classmate B retorted immediately, scoffing at the memory. “The bastard pushed me in the hallway and called me a random extra!” He did what now? 

Classmate A proceeded to beat their hand on their desk in solidarity, struggling to find the words to say. “Same, same! He did the same thing to me!” They managed to blurt out. “It’s like, bro, you’re not a hero yet! Calm down!” 

“Yeah, and aren’t heroes supposed to be heroic?” You proceeded to sink lower into your seat as the two of them continued to exchange insults towards the person that you put at the top of your list. While he may have had a bad attitude, his quirk was still spectacular. Hopefully, there were others like you who selected him, then there’d be a chance that you received Momo or whomever had electrocution. 

But, there were zero others. 

Apparently, he was not so anonymous. Bakugo had made several condescending announcements regarding his greatness while publicly demonstrating his quirk. As fate would have it, you witnessed one immediately after you submitted your top choices. He was boisterous, arrogant, and he managed to piss off the entire first class in ten words or less.

All you could do was hope that this assignment would only last a semester. . . And as he engaged in a heated argument with your classmates that were just roasting him, you had hoped that it would last only a quarter. Until then, you supposed you could identify as a random extra.

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Your heart sank when Power Loader handed you Katsuki Bakugo’s folder as if he were dumping several tons of weight from his shoulders. There was no real room to complain. You were the one that failed to do research prior to signing up for a commitment, so you accepted the lesson. You have yet to meet the quirk wielder, but you were still very much excited to design for the quirk. 

The next week of class was dedicated to prototyping gear for your assigned heroes. It turns out that the anonymous list contained selections from Class 1-A and 1-B, which led to a pretty diverse range of equipment. The heroes in training were currently learning about all of the extraordinary teams that stood behind every pro-hero, so the teachers found it fitting to have you all collaborate in this way. There were some details in Bakugo’s folder that you hadn’t anticipated, but were eager to innovate for. Sometimes, everyone in the class had been so focused that all you could hear was soothing sounds of the laboratory. People had been more willing to collaborate now that they had their assignments. The competition matters slightly less as people prioritized the quality of their work. The heroes in training were scheduled to utilize your items the same day you presented them. The worst case scenario for you had been Bakugo losing a limb to his own explosion.

Yikes. The pressure was on. 

Students in Classes F, G, and H had unlimited access to the Support Course Development Studio. It was an unspoken expectation that plenty of hours were placed into these assignments, especially when lives were at stake. To no surprise, you and many of your classmates bonded over afternoon naps and midnight coffee in the studio. With expectations this high, it was no surprise that housing was offered in Heights Alliance. All week long you had dragged yourself to your room only for a shower and quick nap before you were ready to take on the day again. 

But the late nights were worth it. You felt as if the gauntlets were perfect, considering the details from Bakugo’s folder and your expertise. It was a prototype, but a perfect one. You rewarded yourself with a goodnight’s sleep prior to the debut of your products. 

“Wow, those gauntlet’s are sick!” Exclaimed Classmate A, whom you’ve come to know as Zara Kisaragi. 

“Yeah, they’re too cool for him,” Complimented Classmate B, Kairos Tenjin, who had quite a few hallway altercations with Bakugo since the first day. “You think he’s going to like it?” 

“Thanks,” You expressed your gratitude as your heart swelled with pride. “I hope so! I mean, heroes are the ones that have to fight with our products so I expect to make a few tweaks here and there.”

“Just like he could use a few tweaks in the head, “ Tenjin grumbled under their breath, earning laughter from the two of you. “Shh, shh, be quiet. Here they come!” Kisaragi warned as Eraser Head and Vlad King made their way into the studio. 

The Pro Heros shared some long, rehearsed speech about the importance of collaboration and the significance of networking with heroes. You and your classmates were only half-listening. Everyone was too busy vibrating in their seats with an eagerness to share their (semi) finished products. After what felt like an eternity, Class 1-A and 1-B were allowed into the studio and a few introductions were facilitated by the teachers. Of course, there were only three teachers so many of the students linked up before they could share a few points. The volume in the studio increased significantly as everyone engaged in enriching discussions. And you did not have to wait long for yours to begin. . “Get out of my way!” The sound of his voice caused your heart to jump in your chest and your back to stiffen. He had pushed past his and your classmates effortlessly, much to their dismay. Given that his requests were a part of his folder, he had known exactly what he was looking for. Expecting him did not make him any less intimidating when he arrived.  

“Good Morning, Bakugo! It’s a pleasure to–” You were unable to get through your greetings, let alone introduce yourself, when he had intruded upon your station. He claimed his gauntlets, forcing his hand inside each one of them before flexing his fingers. Your mouth remained open for a moment or two, shutting when you remembered he must have perceived you. 

You were a random extra, after all.

“Don’t just stand there. Show me how to turn this thing on.” You jumped from his assertive tone, extending your hands in an attempt to reclaim one. You had intended to walk him through all of the components visually before he placed them on, so you found it difficult to backtrack. “Right, let me just. . You have to remove them,” You tried to explain while moving your hand more towards his elbow, attempting to pull them off until you remembered that the prototype was not necessarily designed to be removed by anyone but the user. It was tricky. You figured that would stop a villain from yanking them off. You made a mental note to yourself. “I already have them on so, just tell me what to do,” He commanded while yanking his arm from your support. Unfortunately, your hands had been in a compromising place as you tried to activate the fail-safe. This led to your hand being scratched, no sliced, by something that you hadn’t realized was protruding. You winced at the pain and jerked your hand back, swearing as it bled. Discovering things like this was a very important part of the fitting process, but with Bakugo it was just. . 

“Is that blood? Are you bleeding?” Bakugo scowled in disbelief. “What, so I guess every time I go to save civilians I’ll just end up slicing them in half,” He insulted. “These gauntlets are a hunk of junk, I might as well be using my bare hands!” 

“Hey, asshole, you can’t go saying rude things like that!” Chimed in Tenjin, whose station was in proximity to yours. They were insulted on your behalf.

“Who are you calling an asshole, you stupid background character?! It’s not my fault these were thrown together in five minutes!” Bakugo retorted shamelessly. 

“Alright, that’s enough,” The commotion had caught the teacher’s attention, Eraserhead assured to erase the quirks of both Tenjin and Bakugo as they approached. Attention was immediately drawn to your wound. “What the hell happened here?” You had been so overwhelmed by how quickly things had escalated that you hadn’t even realized the wound had been dripping onto the floor. And now you had the audience of three pro heroes, a dissatisfied client, and three classes to your blunder. You were lost for words. Feelings were welling up and the last thing you needed was for all of them to witness you being emotional. You escaped before you could speak, slapping a bloody hand onto Bakugo’s shoulder to push him out of the way to make a path for yourself. Tenjin called out to you. The teachers made sounds of concern, seemingly also having to take a moment for themselves in awe of how things went south so quickly.

Nothing they could have said would have stopped you at that moment. The only place for you now was your dorm.

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The Class 1-F group chat was very active for the rest of the day. Your classmates were discussing how happy they were with their pairings, how happy their clients were with their equipment. Many of them had already started discussing how they would implement the notes they gathered from their meeting today. It turns out that the heroes were not going to test out the equipment today, it was just a simulated pressure that was placed upon you all for the sake of the lesson. There was time for further improvements, discussions with clients, and more before they would put them to the test. 

Oh, and there was that great portion of the morning where everyone was talking about you non-stop. Everyone from your class, and a few individuals from the other classes, had taken pity on you. On the bright side, Momo had messaged you directly concerned about your well-being. You had wanted to be friends with her, so this was an unexpected victory. 

Tenjin had been blowing up your phone non-stop. He was concerned about you in between the colorful vocabulary he created to insult Bakugo. It was through his messages that you received most of your insights. EraserHead had apparently torn Bakugo a new one. Even though he was adamant that you were an amateur, EraserHead had threatened to have him sit out of the training that followed this collaboration if he couldn’t learn to play nicely. Tenjin had urged you to request an alternative assignment. You simply assured him that you were fine and that you would see him bright and early tomorrow.

In spite of your disappearance, You had returned to the studio during your classes’ lunch hour to see the state of your station with a clear head. Bakugo had left his gauntlets haphazardly on your desk, seeming to have damaged them in the process of disarming them. A sea of questions had swelled in your mind, but you remained calm. The audience had thrown you off this morning. It was difficult to find the right way to articulate yourself in a crowd, especially when everyone had varied needs to be addressed. You grounded yourself in knowing that you had some semblance of privacy, even though Power Loader had taken notice of you. He tried his best to check in with you and try to squeeze in a sympathetic lesson about the importance of resilience in this kind of industry, but you were hardly present for that moment. You had to plan your next move.

You had made a promise to yourself when you were accepted to this program to always strive to be better than you were yesterday. This industry was perfect for you because you had always been the type to keep to yourself. But now, thanks to Bakugo, your reputation has gone from being nobody to being ‘that amateur from class 1-F who made the shitty gloves’. You took a deep breath and gathered your materials. There was no way you were going to let some asshole write your story. You were going to fix this and, unlike him, you had no need for an audience to be great. 

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It was nearing midnight when you arrived on the 4th floor of Heights Alliance. Many of the other students were already tucked away in their rooms aside from a few stragglers who were still comparing notes in the common areas. Class 1-A had been quite popular, having developed relationships beyond just their cohort. You’re resourceful when you need to be. You may have decided not to engage with Bakugo prior to this morning's incident, but you did your fair share of research following your initial mistake of selecting his quirk. He may not have noticed you, but you did him. For that reason you had a decent idea of where his room was located. 

At this moment you have your wits about Bakugo, and the gauntlets that you made a few adjustments (and repairs) to this evening. Hopefully, the two of you could have a better dialogue now. So, you knocked on his door at a quarter to midnight. The sound echoed throughout the vacant hall alongside the muffled sounds of various video games and music coming from the other dorms. There was no initial response. Your nails were curling to your palms, anxious at the idea of what his volume might do to this otherwise tranquil location. You made a mental note not to be intimidated by his thunderous presence as you lifted your hand to knock again, this time louder. “Huh?. .” You heard movement from inside. With the amount of doors in the area, he must not have known that the initial knock was meant for him. Your third, more assertive knock to his door must have been the confirmation he needed. “What the hell?. .” You heard, followed by the sound of him approaching the door in a huff. “Do you have any idea what–” You could already hear how irritated he was, his volume tripling at the swing of the door. “--time it is?” 

One thing was certain, he hadn’t expected to see you. “Yeah,” you started, squaring your shoulders and arching up to appear confident as you presented the gauntlets. “About ten til midnight, but this couldn’t wait.” “You again?” He scoffed, especially after seeing what you were trying to present. “Get the hell out of my face.” He stated firmly as he already began closing the door. You pushed forward, wedging your shoulder and arm between the door and its frame. You weren’t exactly wearing thick shoes at the moment so this would have been less painful than trying to use your foot, even if it earned you a wince. 

“Wait–!” You interjected. “We’re going to be working on these in class tomorrow and I didn’t get a chance to explain them,” You tried to reason. He seemed frustrated that you were persisting. “You should have thought about that before you left with your tail between your legs this morning. Now move out of the way!” His volume was echoing throughout the hallway. It was only a matter of time before the night owls began to peak their head out. The thought of another audience was about to send you into a tailspin. “Look, I don’t want any trouble–” You kept a consistent volume of your own, but the franticness was present. “But we’re on this project together, so we have to make this work!”

“And you didn’t think to talk about this when the sun was up? You had your chance, now move it.” He said while widening the door, threatening to make another attempt to slam it close. You thought that he wouldn’t dare, but you caught sight of the muscles tightening in his right arm and panicked. You jumped out of the way and into his room just in time to avoid being split in two. You felt the color leaving your face at how close that had been. This guy was supposed to be a hero? “What the hell are you doing?! Get out!” He barked immediately, his now free hand crackling with sparks as his menacing aura increased. 

He approached you as if he were going to physically remove you. Your hands were shaking. You couldn’t even blame him. It felt like you couldn’t get a word in and the ones you did share he wasn’t hearing. You panicked. Your gut reaction was to shove the glove onto his sparkling hand, as if it would stop him from folding you in half. “Just one test-run, please! Then you’ll never have to look at me again!” You piped up as quickly as you could, taking a few steps back. People may no longer be able to see the altercation between you two, but hopefully they’d hear your cries of pain.

“What the–?” He growled when his hand was, once again, confined in your contraption. “I already busted out of this damn thing!” He exclaimed while using his free hand to grip the entrance of your project, threatening to destroy it again. At this point, you were functioning on pure adrenaline. You grasped onto the forearm of your project to stop him from damaging it; retorting. “And I already fixed it!” You assured him, practically clinging to your creation in desperation of protecting it. “I’m really not trying to argue, I swear!” You pleaded. “Please, I just want to pass this assignment! That would mean that I did something, or made something amazing for the both of us!” 

“What kind of sorry excuse is that for busting into my room?!” It was as he challenged your logic that you realized that most of your weight had transitioned to your chest. He had lifted you by the glove you clung to, raising you a few inches in the air before successfully shaking you off with one quick jerk. You fell on your ass to the floor, stunned by his strength. You supposed that’s why he was the hero. 

You looked up at him from your position on the floor, defeated. Maybe Tenjin was right about requesting an alternative assignment. “I just. . .” You attempted to articulate your point with vague hand gestures, but in the end you wondered if they even lined up with what you were trying to communicate. “. . wanted to make some adjustments so that the assignment would be done in time for you to train with it,” you shared. “I heard that EraserHead wasn’t going to let you train unless we got along. We don’t have to get along, you don’t have to like me. But I don’t want to be the a roadblock on your journey to becoming the #1 Hero.” You admitted your motivations earnestly, not that he would care. At this point, you couldn’t even bring yourself to look him in the eyes. “I’m the best possible person to make your gear because I’m the only person who really, really wants to.” “What are you talking about?” He inquired towards your last statement, which made you contemplate the merit of explaining how you got into this situation. Well, it was the first time he seemed to be listening and it’s not like it was your private information. So, you told him everything. About how the selection process went in Class 1-F, how you made your decision based off of perceived merit unbeknownst to your classmates’ insights. All of the first year classes were still getting to know one another and the details of what their separate curriculums were. In other words, those who were born to be heroes were still learning the true extent of the villages that stood behind them. 

You were surprised by the silence that followed. This wasn’t quite how you expected this meeting to go; you sitting at his feet while he towered over you with your gear locked on his hand. You had yet to look up to him. There were so many harsh things he could say about how poorly you handled your first assignments. You can only imagine what was going through his head. "Tch, you gonna sit there like an idiot, or are you gonna step up and show me how these damn things work?" Come again?

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Note from Zonnbae:

I'm not sure how long this one can go on, but for sure there'll at least be the full extent of the playlist I created. I'll be writing a few more fanfictions and creating more playlists for different characters from JJK, MHA, and a few other animes.

[possesseddesiress]

Bass Drop: Body Swap

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue.

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If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Bass Drop: Body Swap (English Version) + Extended version

I hated my brother. He was five years older than me, and we were definitely polar opposites in every way. If you ever saw us on the street, I don't think you'd ever think we had any blood ties; and in personality, it was the same.

He was the typical athlete: big, strong, muscular and handsome, he had the girls at his feet and everything went well for him.

And on the other side was me. Thin, small, with geeky tastes and incredibly clumsy. He always used to tease me about my looks, making derogatory comments about how I looked like spaghetti or that without an ounce of muscle I was a girl. I was fed up, but what could I do? No doubt years and years of him teasing me had somehow made me get used to it all. Until the day the glass finally fell over.

— Please, Chris, I want to go to the concert, you know how much I love electronic music!

— I already told you no, shorty - my brother mumbled as he saw what clothes he would wear tomorrow for EDC.

One of the most important music concerts, and the one I wanted to go to with all my might. It was clear that I was a fan of the music, although I was also curious about the whole atmosphere there. The guys used to wear clothes so tight that they left nothing to the imagination, suspenders, bows, harnesses. It looked like a gay pride parade if you saw it up close, and I want to see it.

— You and your friends have an extra ticket! Let me go! Chris, please! - I begged him while he just ignored me.

— And that ticket we're going to sell, pff. How do you think we're going to pay for part of the other tickets? Reselling is good business.

— Then I'll pay you, sell it to me

I said, almost on the verge of despair. My brother stopped what he was doing, only to let out a mocking laugh in my face.

– You're not going, silly - he denied still laughing - not even mom and dad are going to let you go in the first place.

– Yes they will, just give me the ticket!

– No - he said sharply - I'm not going to sell it to you even if you give me extra money, this is only for real men, not wimps like you - he boasted. Widening his chest with mockery.

I could only press my lips together in anger before leaving his room to lock myself in mine. I felt so much annoyance, anger and rage at that moment, but what could I do? He was older and even worse. He would go to the concert.

Defeated, I sat on the bed. For a while I was crestfallen until I felt my cell phone buzz, I picked it up to see the loading screen, as if it had just updated. Once it was back to normal, I couldn't help but notice that there was a new app called "Possess".

I opened it right away, noticing the slightly odd interface and the app's instructions, "Possess whoever you want. Select the data."

There was a section to enter my data and the other person's data. I felt ridiculous, I even thought it was a virus, although curiosity called me to give it a try. I filled in both fields and clicked on the button that said "Own", it stayed loading.

And nothing happened in a minute, I clicked the button again to get the same result over and over again.

Annoyed, I threw my phone across the room, to close my eyes, tired and annoyed at not being able to go to the concert of my dreams.

The next morning, I felt very different. Heavy... yet strangely invigorated, I opened my eyes, confused as I looked around, I was no longer in my room but my brother's room. It smelled of sweat, there were sports posters, cars and so on on the walls, a typical sportsman's room. I stood up confused.

– Chris?... - I mumbled. Noticing my new baritone. I looked down, only to find my brother's big muscles that now seemed to be mine – Oh fuck!

I couldn't help but scream. I began to explore my new body, caressing my pecs and abs, my huge biceps. God, he was huge!

I smiled in satisfaction at my new body, I even felt the outline of my new member, my unhappy brother certainly got the best genes.

I was still lost in that exploration of myself, with my new smell, I think I could spend hours smelling myself... but then I remembered the concert, now I could go and there would be nothing to stop me!

Without waiting a second longer, I started getting dressed up for the festival, I would have liked to wear some revealing and tight fitting clothes on my older brother's body... but there was nothing in his closet that would stick to that fantasy, so I just put on some jogger pants, and a sweatshirt tied at the waist, I looked kind of silly.... But hey.

My brother's body was hot, who cared if he looked ridiculous, you better see the size of these pecs!

I also put on some sunglasses and painted my new body with neon paint. Once I was ready, I took my brother's car to go straight to the festival. I thought it would be hard to learn how to drive, but the moment I touched the steering wheel, it was like an automatic knowing it.

I felt a strange thrill akin to excitement as they scanned my ticket and let me in, the music booming loudly. There were thousands and thousands of people in outlandish costumes, dancing or just chatting.

My heart was pounding. For some reason, I felt small and misfit, even being in such a huge body; it wasn't long before several people started noticing me, and smiling at me.

They were looking at me. They were... Flirting? For some reason, that seemed to be an adrenaline rush to boost my confidence. I stuck out my chest in a self-centered way, moving through the crowd, smiling at the occasional guy who kept overlooking my body. Gosh... it felt so good to be this muscular.

The rest of the evening and day I did nothing but dance, listen to the music and admire my new attributes from time to time. Caressing my pecs, or feeling my arms.

Or my scent, it took all my willpower not to start sniffing and licking my armpits right there. Although, what if I did? Others would surely be attracted to all the acting of this body, after all, I now had the physique of a god.

I also loved to notice how other guys tried to flirt with me, carelessly squeezing my biceps or directly staying inches away from my lips with theirs, one even almost sniffed my armpit under the pretext that it was a joke!

The music was vibrating loudly, every now and then I would raise my arms to make them flex, seemingly dancing. Everything felt great, the attention, the music, the smell!

Believe it or not, so many guys dancing for hours on end really put a stink in the air. But fuck... It didn't bother me, I loved it. I could feel my brother's relief stiffen every time the smell hit my nose. Maybe my brother's body could be straight with him in control, but with me controlling him...

At first I tried to restrain myself and show "respect" to his body, it had already been crossing a boundary to have stolen the festival experience from him and become him. Although that feeling lasted for at least about 10 minutes before I remembered all the hell he was making me live through on a daily basis - 《 Fuck it, what does it matter if I do something that affects him? It's my turn to enjoy 》

I could feel the stares of several guys. Some muscular, others slim or with defined bodies, but they all shared one thing: They were ogling this body.

I smiled egocentrically, raised my arms to flex them, swelling my big, strong biceps. It was like making them drool.

Although in that process, I could smell something... heck. I forgot to put on deodorant. My brother had a very strong, musky, potent scent that immediately made me gasp when I smelled it. I lifted my armpit, and unable to contain myself any longer, I began to sniff and lick it, enjoying the stench of my new body.

This seemed to disgust some of the guys, but others were even more interested by this act. In a matter of mere seconds, I had at least seven guys of all complexions surrounding me, taking a bit of advantage of the darkness in the area to move their hands all over my muscles.

One was on my relief, another took my pecs, another my buttocks, even my arms and abdomen, it was as if no inch of my body was left unattended.

But, hey... This body belongs to a god. And it deserves to be worshipped. So if they want to play, let them play. I don't give a fuck if someone records and they notice my "brother" behaving like this. It's my body now. And if I want him to be addicted to flexing his arms and smelling his own scent, so be it.

I closed my eyes, lost in all that adrenaline until I heard a familiar voice.

–Chris?!?

Shit. I opened my eyes quickly to meet the gaze of Mauricio, one of my brother's best friends, I was about to get nervous. But I preferred to put on an indifferent and cold face.

– Sup, bro? - I lifted my armpits a little more so that my new admirers would continue in despair. Which caused commotion in the guy.

Mauricio was certainly cute, a little dark, strong and huge... and apparently his suit left nothing to the imagination, he didn't even look like one of those typical "straight" suits that were simply a sport shirt. He was wearing a denim suit, tight and flashy. He looked so good...

– What the fuck, dude? You didn't answer your cell phone for hours! And what are you doing!

He clearly looked upset, but I just smiled arrogantly at him.

– Well, I had other plans. Sorry I didn't call, I guess. Don't be so dramatic - I let out a deep laugh.

– Are you on drugs? What's wrong with you? Hey! What with Samantha!?

Ah, so that's the name of the new girl my brother has a crush on, interesting to know now.

– Nah, bro. I'm completely lucid, and I don't know. I think I like men more now - I smiled –And from what I see, maybe you do too.

I lowered my gaze, pointing to the relief forming on his face. The sportsman immediately covered himself up; I was loving the whole performance, although it seemed that my new admirers got bored because little by little they ended up dispersing until there were none left.

I took advantage of that to shorten the distance, immediately approaching to cling to his contour.

– Bro! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?

– I don't know, dude. Maybe I realized that you are very hot - I murmured to finally kiss him with intensity, it was inconclusive until he ended up kissing me again. I felt how he grabbed me by the waist to stick me to him.

– Chris... - he murmured panting. I moved closer to him to lift his armpit and start sniffing it, it smelled even better than my brother's...

– What? - I said still nonchalantly.

All that adrenaline was taking me through the roof, I could feel the outline of my brother's armpit against his underwear and leave it a little damp. I didn't care if it ruined his friendship with Mauricio, if his other friends or his social circle found out. Fuck, if his college found out about all this, even better.

God, it's so cool to be my big brother!

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[alternate-real-ities]

I’ve been on a weight loss journey and I just found out from my doctor and nutritionist that I’m no longer overweight, I would love to see what happened to me in other universes.

First of all, let me just say congratulations on your incredible achievement! Losing weight is no easy feat, and the fact that you've managed to shed those extra pounds and reach a healthy weight is truly something to be proud of. I can only imagine how hard you've worked, how many sacrifices you've made, and how much dedication you've shown to get to this point. So from the bottom of my heart, well done! Now, let's talk about what might have happened to you in other universes...

I've found this universe where you're a total beefcake. Like, seriously, you're a walking, talking, muscle-bound Adonis. I guess all those hours in the gym really paid off, huh?

Every inch of your body is chiselled and defined, sculpted to perfection by hours of hard work and dedication. And let me tell you, it shows. I can almost smell the heady mix of sweat and musk rolling off your body in waves. It's intoxicating, making my knees go weak and my mouth water. Your skin glistens, a light sheen highlighting every ridge and valley of your sculpted muscles.

Don't even get me started on those arms - each one thicker than my waist, corded with power. I can just imagine how incredible they'd feel wrapped around me, crushing me against that rock-hard chest.

But it's not just your top half that's been blessed by the gods of gym. Oh no, you've got a set of legs on you that could make a marathon runner weep with envy. Those thunder thighs and that juicy, muscular bubble butt... fuck, I'm getting dizzy just thinking about it.

And as for what's nestled in those tight shorts? Well, let's just say that the outline of your impressive manhood is enough to make a grown boy like me drool like a puppy. I bet it's thick and heavy, swinging between your legs like a pendulum, begging to be freed from its cloth prison.

In this universe, you're not just a sexy beast - you're a god among men. A beefy, muscular daddy who could make even the most seasoned twink tremble with desire. And fuck, do I want to be the lucky little slut who gets to worship at your altar, tracing every inch of your glorious body with my tongue until you roar with pleasure and claim me as yours.

Also, I'm not sure how it happened, but somehow I've stumbled into a parallel universe where you're a bit more of a lad.

Here, you're a bit different from the previous muscle beast we saw. Your muscular frame, honed by years of manual labour and football at the pub, is usually clad in musky Adidas gear that clings to your curves like a second skin.

Fuck me, but you're the epitome of a fit, rugged, working-class stud. The kind of bloke who could bench press me and fuck me silly all at once. I bet that cock of yours is thick and heavy, swinging between your legs as you strut around in those tight pants, just waiting to split me open on it.

And as you take a long drag from your cigarette, I can catch a whiff of your scent carried on the breeze - sweat, smoke, and cheap cologne, a heady cocktail that makes my head spin with desire. Your eyes, cold and calculating as they rake over my body, tell me you're not used to playing nice. This version of you takes what he wants, consequences be damned. And fuck if that isn't the hottest thing I've ever seen.

I can only imagine the filthy things you'd whisper in my ear as you pinned me against the wall, rough hands roaming my body, leaving marks on my skin. The way you'd grind your hips into mine until we were both aching and desperate for more. One can only dream...

In another universe, you've transformed into a total Japanese e-boy wet dream. Gone are the extra pounds that once slowed you down - your doctor and nutritionist just crowned you fit as fuck! And oh, how the multiverse has blessed you.

In this reality, you're sporting a lean, muscular physique that fills out your tight black hoodie in all the right places. Hell, even your glasses - stylish and sleek with black frames - can't distract from your smouldering good looks.

But it's not all about looks (even though, damn, could this guy be any more gorgeous?). Nope, your multiversal twin is packing some serious smarts too. You're a gamer god, fingers flying over your keyboard/controler as you dominate online matches in your cluttered yet cosy flat. The glow of your monitors lights up your handsome face as you grind on your opponents, and I bet that's not the only thing you grind on.

Wait until you see yourself in the reflection of your 4K screen - the way your hair falls messily over your forehead, the glint of sweat on your brow from intense gameplay, that mischievous smirk playing at your full lips. I bet people are surprised when they see a little nerd with such fit body. This alternate reality version of you is a total wet dream come true - gaming glory, cute boys falling at your feet, and a sexy e-boy body that has everyone drooling.

So there you have it, a glimpse into what might have happened to you in other universes. I hope you enjoyed the journey, and I wish you all the best as you continue on your path to health and happiness. Keep up the good work, and remember that you are strong, capable, and deserving of all the good things that life has to offer. Congratulations again on your weight loss, and may your future be filled with joy, love, and success. You deserve it.

[cattewife]

wisteria tour

h/ualian modern au snzfic, INTERLUDE (/part 4)

fandom: m/xtx t/gcf rating: M word count: ~2000 contains: possibly-unreasonable levels of pda allergic!h/ua c/heng & fet!x/ie l/ian semi-public sneezing one (1) in-text illustration on ao3 The perils of good landscaping when you have allergies befall H/ua C/heng, much to his dismay and X/ie L/ian's delight.

>> read it here on ao3! <<

see posts for: part 1 // part 2 // part 3

[juiceastronaut]

Im too lazy to hunt for the screenshots AND I recognize that its happened at earlier parts of the story BUT

Laois protecting Marcille from the falling icicles is just the EXACT reason her and Chilchuck stayed despite everything (besides Falin for Marcille of course). Despite the two of them not understanding him, despite them being put off by his mannerisms at times, despite their varying levels of discomfort around monster food they KNOW at the end of the day Laois has their backs.

He will do everything in his power to keep his party safe with zero hesitation or convincing and he does so because he genuinely cares about them. He might not know how to time a Morale Boosting Speech for when people *dont* have a mouth full of food, but they know he'll be there for them when they need him the most.

[moe-broey]

Fellas can you take this somewhere else. Maybe. Just not in the fucking halls. Thanks 🫡

I couldn't resist drawing out these tags I wrote on a dif post LMFAO

Moe just has...... SO many problems.......

Close-ups of my fave shots!

The elusive Líf...

[e1ectrostatic]

30 Day Fictionkind Challenge Day 14

Q: What are shifts like?

A: Before I begin, I'm strictly speaking about my personal experience here, and in no way does this post serve as a universal definition. Think of this like a diary entry, not an encyclopedia entry.

Anyway, what they're like can vary wildly based on several factors. Two big ones are the kintype in question, and what prompted the shift. Generally though, a shift almost always comes with strong feelings attached, and in its own way, each shift feels like coming home.

Because this blog is for discussing my identity as Luca, I'll focus on that kintype. However, it's a bit hard for me to describe, because more often than not I'm in a Luca shift. I consider it more of a "default" state of being, for lack of a better term.

Anyway, how a Luca shift feels depends on what prompted it. In my personal experience, kinshifts are always prompted by something, and never come randomly.

Most of the time, shifts are prompted by music. Sometimes it's music that resonates with me lyrically — the words metaphorically "bring me back" to my source. Other times, it resonates with me melodically. The sound scratches my brain in a "Luca" way, and/or is a song I would've liked in-source. Sometimes, both the lyrics and the melody take me back.

Other common triggers include (but aren't limited to):

Lore drops (particularly about my backstory or time at the manor)

Any other official drops that I consider relevant to me

Fanart that aligns with my memories/noemata or otherwise touches me in some way

Analysis of my source that aligns with my own perception, or that prompts new introspection

Unrelated creative works that resonate with me from a Luca perspective

Random posts/memes on the internet I find relatable or that cater to my sense of humor

A common denominator among all of these potential triggers is that they are all callbacks to my memories and noemata. For example, my birthday reveal prompted a Luca shift, because it affirmed my suspicions about what my interests, likes, and dislikes were.

Another example of something that has happened to me several times is finding a song that reminds me of someone important to me, so I ruminate on my feelings and memories about that person, which prompts a Luca shift.

A final example I'll give is coming across a post on my dash that I feel captures my "essence" as Luca, so I sit and think about it and any specific memories or noemata it may have reminded me of. Or maybe I just find it relatable (or funny!) without necessarily being reminded of specific aspects of my source. Both cases can prompt a shift.

My response to the shift and how it feels depends on how I feel about the memories and stuff attached to it (positively or negatively). Generally speaking, whether my feelings are positive or negative, I'll probably feel pretty intensely going into it regardless, and spend the next while dwelling on it.

My negative memories/noemata associated with this kintype hold a lot of resentment and anger, so those are the most common emotions I feel during a shift prompted by stuff like that. I may also feel sadness for what I've lost or what I've been through. Or, I can feel frustration at what I didn't know then and don't know now. Feelings like hate, obsession, and grief are no strangers during these shifts.

Shifts fueled by negative emotions can feel like a stab in the chest, or sometimes it can get especially bad and feel like I'm burning from the inside. Either way, I like to make use of outlets so I'm not just stewing in it. Music is my main outlet, but I may also draw, write, or talk it out if I feel up for it. Redirecting my focus to something else entirely also helps.

From the outside, I might appear withdrawn and low-energy so as to not needlessly dump my problems on others, or misdirect my feelings. If it's nothing too serious though, I probably don't seem any different. Just preoccupied at worst.

My positive memories/noemata associated with this kintype...can honestly be few and far between (having a horror source is great /sarcasm). But, they still exist, and can still prompt shifts just like negative noemata can. Most of the time, shifts prompted by positive emotions are fueled by my love for the people I was close to in my canon (or even just amicable acquaintances with). There's not a lot about this source I can be wholeheartedly happy about outside of my cherished interpersonal relationships, so I can't think of any examples of purely positive shifts off the top of my head that don't revolve around my friends and peers. Maybe I'll come back and try to think of some sometime.

Shifts fueled by positive emotions can feel like a flower blossoming in my chest; it feels full, yet ticklish, like the petals are gently brushing against my flesh. It's comparable to the feeling you get when you're about to laugh. It can also feel like a spurt of energy too big to let out all at once, or simply a tranquil, warm fondness. Usually, I don't feel the need to make use of any outlets, and prefer to sit and enjoy the feeling. If I do use any outlets, though, they're the same ones I use to process negative emotions.

From the outside, I have no idea whether or not being preoccupied with positive noemata affects my behavior. I imagine I don't act differently, but if I do, it can't be anything bad. Perhaps the worst that can happen is that I become a bit more chatty.

Then, there's the grey area between positive and negative: nostalgia. It fits there perfectly, like a puzzle piece linking the two together. Nostalgia is a very common trigger for kinshifts for me, and feels like a potent mix of both pleasant and sour emotions. There's no way for me to describe it concisely. It's deserving of its own post, honestly.

I guess it's just a mix of the positive and negative, period. I feel nostalgia when something reminds me of or when I think about the places, people, and things I loved in my canon. Things I took pride in, as well. It's bittersweet, because while the love I hold is still just as strong today, the key difference between then and now is that what I love doesn't exist in this world. Not to mention the things I loved and lost in my canon, not just the things I lost when I began the life I live now.

Both kin and non-kin alike are familiar with nostalgia, so it feels redundant to explain or describe, but for the sake of consistency and archiving my thoughts I'll do it anyway. Shifts brought about by nostalgia feel like something twisting and wrenching in my chest. Like an itch that can never be scratched, or reaching for something that feels so close, but never so much as brushes against your hand. It's a love for something that no longer exists how I knew it. It's either forever altered, or gone altogether.

Nothing stays in perfect stasis for eternity, as much as I like to deny it. Places and times changing and ceasing to exist altogether are inevitable, so it's inevitable that your love will change, too. Don't get me wrong, it brings me great joy to reflect on the things I love, but the longing comes with the love. It's a package deal.

I suppose that's all I can say on the subject for now. I'll ruminate on this a bit more, and see what else I can write about the subject in the future. Hopefully this is coherent to anyone other than me, and isn't too redundant/repetitive.

Honestly, I went on much longer than I expected to. I thought I'd be in and out, but ended up rambling a bunch. It almost made me give up altogether with how long it dragged out for, but I powered through! If you read this long, thank you for taking the time to listen, and if you wish to share your own experience or want to ask me questions, my notes and inbox are always open. Take care!

[soni-dragon]

y’all this is getting out of hand im sketching a trobed reunion and i’ve got like ten layers that are just different hairstyles for older troy i cant decide between—

[xxlelaxx]

My daughter is in a screaming phase. She just spends the whole day shrieking and screaming and I have had the most terrible headache. The last night's she cried for a Minimum of two hours because of the teeth and today everything was fine. I did everything I could and it was fine. We fell asleep. I wake up 45 minutes later to her screaming again and I just can't take it anymore. I've had too little sleep and I've been around her for the last 3 days... Even when I was interacting with her she was still in the same room screeching. My husband complained after two hours and honestly next time he does I'm gonna tell him to shut up about it. I haven't stopped crying for an hour cause now I can't sleep again cause I'm so agitated. I hate mother hormones. I hate not being allowed to sleep. I hate headaches. I don't want to get up and finish all the chores.

[inspiredangel]

‎ SLEEPY KISSES

summary: rafe is extra clingy when he’s half asleep, and he loves to shower you with kisses before going to bed.

he was always so clingy when he was sleepy. his half asleep state was the most adorable thing you´ve ever seen.

he climbed into bed with you, with a soft grunt. his cheek squishing against the pillow, as he stared at you with those sleepy beautiful blue eyes, admiring you silently. "You going to sleep?" you asked, looking down at him, your fingers reaching over and giving his head a soft little massage.

a small hum left his lips as he felt your fingers "yeah." he mumbled, his voice a silent whisper, you let out a small giggle "Goodnight, baby." you said in a loving voice. he frowned "i gotta give you goodnight kisses though." he stated as he propped himself up on his elbows

"you can barely keep your eyes open," you teased, his pout deepened.

He shook his head "don´t matter, baby." he mumbled, his face was just inches from yours.

Before you could respond, his lips found yours in the softest, sweetest kiss. It was slow and lazy, just like him in that moment, warm and full of affection. He pulled back only slightly, his blue eyes fluttering half-open again as he whispered, “Goodnight kiss number one.” he smiled lazily

His lips moving across your cheek, pressing soft kisses all around your face.

he kissed you again, this time a little longer, with his fingers lazily grazing your arm. “goodnight kiss number two.” you chuckled "how many more?" you smiled, as his lips moved over to press more kisses all over your face

"one more." his voice quiet and lazy. He kissed you again, this time more passionate, and longer than the others. "goodnight kiss number three." he smiled against your lips, as he pulled away, and shut his eyes.

he’d already collapsed halfway onto you, his head resting against your chest, his breathing slowing.

His stubbornness gave way to sleep, and you couldn’t help but smile as you ran your fingers through his buzzed hair, whispering, “goodnight, rafe.”

‎‎ ‎‎ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 , 𝐛𝐞𝐚

𝐚/𝐧 — my shayla :(( i apolgoize for any misspells or bad grammar, english is not my first language.

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[wrathful-ghosts]

Finalllllly through ch 12 of rebirth oh my god that was so much stuff fuck

[deep-space-netwerk]

So Venus is my favorite planet in the solar system - everything about it is just so weird.

It has this extraordinarily dense atmosphere that by all accounts shouldn't exist - Venus is close enough to the sun (and therefore hot enough) that the atmosphere should have literally evaporated away, just like Mercury's. We think Earth manages to keep its atmosphere by virtue of our magnetic field, but Venus doesn't even have that going for it. While Venus is probably volcanically active, it definitely doesn't have an internal magnetic dynamo, so whatever form of volcanism it has going on is very different from ours. And, it spins backwards! For some reason!!

But, for as many mysteries as Venus has, the United States really hasn't spent much time investigating it. The Soviet Union, on the other hand, sent no less than 16 probes to Venus between 1961 and 1984 as part of the Venera program - most of them looked like this!

The Soviet Union had a very different approach to space than the United States. NASA missions are typically extremely risk averse, and the spacecraft we launch are generally very expensive one-offs that have only one chance to succeed or fail.

It's lead to some really amazing science, but to put it into perspective, the Mars Opportunity rover only had to survive on Mars for 90 days for the mission to be declared a complete success. That thing lasted 15 years. I love the Opportunity rover as much as any self-respecting NASA engineer, but how much extra time and money did we spend that we didn't technically "need" to for it to last 60x longer than required?

Anyway, all to say, the Soviet Union took a more incremental approach, where failures were far less devastating. The Venera 9 through 14 probes were designed to land on the surface of Venus, and survive long enough to take a picture with two cameras - not an easy task, but a fairly straightforward goal compared to NASA standards. They had…mixed results.

Venera 9 managed to take a picture with one camera, but the other one's lens cap didn't deploy.

Venera 10 also managed to take a picture with one camera, but again the other lens cap didn't deploy.

Venera 11 took no pictures - neither lens cap deployed this time.

Venera 12 also took no pictures - because again, neither lens cap deployed.

Lotta problems with lens caps.

For Venera 13 and 14, in addition to the cameras they sent a device to sample the Venusian "soil". Upon landing, the arm was supposed to swing down and analyze the surface it touched - it was a simple mechanism that couldn't be re-deployed or adjusted after the first go.

This time, both lens caps FINALLY ejected perfectly, and we were treated to these marvelous, eerie pictures of the Venus landscape:

However, when the Venera 14 soil sampler arm deployed, instead of sampling the Venus surface, it managed to swing down and land perfectly on….an ejected lens cap.

[monstersholygrail]

In a Free Use City, there are two ways you can get promoted. You can put in the hard work by taking on extra responsibilities, going longer hours, and putting in the initiative. Or… you can sleep your way to the top. In a Free Use City, sleeping your way to the top isn’t frowned upon but instead highly encouraged. Especially by your bosses.

While everyone tries to sleep their way to the top, you’d be surprised to know that most people get promoted through hard work. Because… In a Free Use City, sleeping your way to the top is actually harder to achieve than putting in the work of the job.

When you decide to sleep your way to the top, you are heavily surveyed and judged based on your ability and skill of fucking and pleasing your bosses. The committee that makes the decision all must be pleased with your individual performances.

Even lost in the throes of pleasure, they remain focused on how well your pretty lips looked wrapped around their thick cocks, how deep you can take them down your throat, how much you can hallow your cheeks and swirl your tongue around their lengths. They count how long they can deep throat you and the amount of time it takes before your tears are dripping down to their heavy balls. Some count more tears as a positive while others consider it a negative.

The next part of the evaluation has them slowly moving down to your holes. They evaluate how turned on you got just from sucking them off. Similarly, some wanna see you leaking buckets while others wanna prep you themselves. They dip their fingers inside of you, teasing you just right. Analyzing how tight you are and how tight you can clench around them.

But they don’t take the time to stretch you. No, that would be cheating on the evaluation form. They need to know how well you can naturally take their fat cocks down your tight core. Some of them give you more points the more you arch and writhe as your body accommodates their girth while others remove points for not just taking it like a good whore.

As they finally properly fuck you, their analytical gaze never wavers. Evaluating your stamina and how quick you bring them to the brink of an orgasm. They have you ride them so they can see your entire body as you bounce on their cocks. So that they can see how deep they’re taking you, their cocks creating a nice pretty bulge in your belly with each brutal thrust. Even the way you cum around their cocks is evaluated and processed in the promotion consideration.

Very few workers meet all the requirements and surpass the points needed to fuck their way to the top. But you don’t care about the odds, you don’t even care all that much about the promotion. You just really wanna fuck all your bosses.

And you end up being the highest scored employee in the history of their company… Congratulations, you’ve just been promoted.

[keyotosprompts]

the look of love ೀ

how to describe a loving gaze

⇸ eyes darting all over your face, trying to figure out which part of you they want to set their eyes on the most (it's impossible)

⇸ gazing at you like you're miles away only when you're a few feet away, standing with another person. their stare is hard, intense, but also melting and blank.

⇸ a featherlight touch to your arm with their eyes softly peering up at you. they can't believe that you're allowing them to touch you like this—so innocent, so softly.

⇸ late nights where its just the two of you in a car. they turn over to look at you but immediately turn. for the safety of the both of you, they can't stare at you any longer

⇸ when you're teasing them, they have to bite down extra hard to not release that smile from their lips. their eyes are squinted more tightly than usual. still, they're glued onto you.

⇸ meeting their eyes from across the room, and the two of you have the exact same thought. you turn away first to hold back your laughter, but their eyes are pinned onto you.

⇸ a softened gaze in a random moment. there's no reason for them to be looking at you like that—with slightly hooded eyes and parted lips—except for the fact that they just love seeing you

⇸ you're twirling around in your new outfit, showing the 360 angle. their pupils look like they're completely taking over the iris of their eye. suddenly, breathing becomes a lot more faster than they remember.

⇸ tears run like thrashing rivers on your face, dripping onto your pants and soaking the sleeves of your shirt. but they don't care. even when wiping your tears, they still can't get over how you look absolutely angelic like this.

⇸ eyeing you in the middle of the night, feeling incredibly lucky that they are the only one who can look at you in this state. a smile dawns upon their face as they trace the shape of your jaw, press their fingers in your cheekbones, and kiss you on the cheek.

⇸ a make-out session that seems like it will never stop until they pull away, and the reason being, "i needed to look at you like this," with swollen lips and a red flush.

⇸ laughter dying down into silence. looking at each other and bursting into laughter again.

⇸ being completely bare in front of each other after a long night. shameless admiration where their eyes move up and down your face and body. there's a mix of lust and adoration in their eyes.

⇸ watching you storm off, and all they can do is stand there, focused on your fleeting figure. their face is contorted—not in an angry way—but a look of concern flashes across their features. did they just lose the one they loved the most?

⇸ getting food with the other person and realizing that this is all it takes for you to be content. this is what happiness feels like, you think.

⇸ a gripping hug that makes you feel so seen. that one second during the embrace where you two both look at each other, and time stands still. you want to frame the expression on the other person's face.

⇸ seeing you, and a beaming smile immediately breaks out of their face.