#and like. i know i'd have an intensely hard time fitting in or finding my people in london but like

[thedissociatives]

ok so feasibly going to either uni i've applied to in london have suddenly not really become options anymore :/

[inbabylontheywept]

we need to get you on Man Vs. Food. (The show)

Massive piles of food have nothing on the one who can eat massive piles of raw ingredients

Back when I was in scouts, our group participated in a mini-triathalon every year. I think it was a half mile swim, then 10 miles on bike, then 5 miles running. So waaaaaaay less intense than a normal triathlon, but still a pretty brutal experience. If I tried to do that today, I would have an extremely bad time.

Traditionally, the night before the triathlon we'd all go to a Golden Corral in the city and eat a few steaks before hand. For funsies. But we arrived late at night that year, and the Golden Corral was closed, so we tried to find a 24 hour buffet, and the only one we could fine was for Chinese food. It had a name like "Jiangs All You Can Eat Spicy Chinese Food."

We went. It was some of the most incredible Chinese food I've ever eaten. I'd only ever had Panda express Americanized Chinese food before, and this was, like, genuine Sichuan stuff in apocalyptic quantities.

So we ate, and we ate, and we ate, and we ate, right until our our entire faces went numb from the spicy, and then at the end, just to polish things off, me and another scout that we'll call Scrapper went and got a plate full of crab rangoons. I think we could fit 5 of them on the plate, by placing them kind of like the dots on a dice.

We were talking on the walk back, when Scrapper said you know, it would be kind of a bad idea to have a full on crab rangoon eating contest like, 4 hours before the race.

(At that point, it was midnight, and the race was at 4 am.)

And I said: Yeah.

Then we walked a little further. And he said: You wanna do it anyway?

My fatal flaw is that I have never met a bad idea I didn't like. Of course I went in. I wouldn't be me if I didn't. I'd say before the contest even started, he ate around 8 plates, and I ate around 6, but when it came to the Crab Rangoon battle, I downed 6 plates (approximatel 30), and he gave up after 5 (approximately 25). So he won on total plateage, but I won on pure rangoon volume. Total amount of rangoons eaten was like, 55 rangoons. Two more and I think I would've been a viable candidate for narcan.

We joked that we'd added a fourth event to the Triathalon: The Crab Rangoon-a-thon.

We later (approximately 4 hours and 15 minutes later) learned that we'd actually added two events to the triathalon. The Crab Rangoon-a-thon, and the who-can-poop-the-fastest chase. There were porta potties set up between every event change, so as soon as we finished, me and Scrapper would bolt to the potties, and if there were sounds of Great Suffering happening in one stall, we'd occupy the one next to it to that one and assume it held the other person. Then we could try and match pace. If we arrived and it was silent, we'd assume that we beat the other out prepare for single combat, knowing we only had a minute or two to set up camp before Terrible Noises would begin next to us.

There were more than two porta-potties between stations, but I think everyone else kind of avoided using them because we sounded so insane. We'd make noises of Godly Anguish, then, you know. Fart. Then we'd laugh. Then we'd scream like wounded animals again as the next convolusion hit us. I've never had poops like that before or since. They folded me in half like a frightened lobster. I'd feel a surge, and then I'd feel this terrible pressure againt my chest, and it would take me thirty seconds to realize it was my own knees. I pooped so hard I pulled my back. I feel lucky to be alive.

Scrapper did wind up beating me by like. 20 seconds though. He skipped the bathroom for the last run and just kind of pain-waddled those five miles, and I just couldn't catch up. It was 13 years ago and I am still devastated. He did soil himself though, right after the race. So. At least I made him pay dearly for the win.

Anyway, yeah, I bet could dominate in a show like that. Sign me up.

[daenysx]

trying to go back to writing!!! hope you enjoy ♡

james potter x fem!reader, modern au. smut -the sight of james wearing grey sweatpants drives you crazy

"james-" you whine, it's a pretty sound and james likes it very much. his lips curve upwards, eyes shining with the spark of longing. you arch your back, so helpless and needy, it makes you blush hard on your cheeks. "please."

james kisses your forehead before leaning in to take your nipple into his mouth. you push your chest towards him, his fingers find the other one to pinch it lightly. he sucks the bud slowly, his eyes closed and brows furrowed. you know he likes feeling you in his mouth but it's been long since you got him in your bed like this. you want him so much, it pains you.

"baby." you say, hand lost in james's curls. "i need you." he has a weakness, the entire world stops when you call him baby. he lifts his head, helps you lie down properly on the bed. he takes off your panties quickly, you never protest. your legs melt around his waist as he gets closer to kiss your lips.

"i'm sorry." he says, he means it. "you've been so patient, sweetheart. i'll give you anything you need, i promise."

you give him the best smile you can manage. he smiles back, kisses you on your chin. his hands angle your thighs to spread your cunt open. it feels weird and maddening for a moment, you lick your lips. james kisses your neck before he drags his fingers to your wetness.

"my little baby." he whispers. "my good girl, look at that."

he pushes a gentle finger inside you, your cunt clenches tightly. his thumb starts rubbing slow circles on your clit. "make a mess for me. we both deserve it."

it's been a long week of exams for you and james had training almost every day. you missed him terribly and having him between your legs now feels more intense than it ever has been. he's so good at what he's doing, it drives you insane. james adds one more finger, moving in and out with a certain angle. you throw your head back when he finds your sweet spot, the softness that never fails to make your world shatter.

"please, please." you start stuttering. "need it so bad, jamie. please."

james coos, his hardness pressing against his boxers painfully. he strokes his cock with his free hand, he groans silently. you watch him through hazy eyes, you can feel how wet you are around his fingers. he looks like a statue, all muscles and a perfect bone structure. his one hand tries to relieve himself as the other one plays with you. the sight of him almost makes you faint, it's insane.

"don't pout, pretty girl. i'm just trying to get you ready."

"i've been ready since i saw you in those grey sweatpants." you whimper.

"fuck." he says, hand stroking his cock harder. "want me inside, huh?"

"i need it." you push yourself to his fingers desperately. "do you want me to beg?"

james kisses you sweetly as if he isn't the one who teases you until you break. "never. i'd never make you beg."

he keeps the promise, frees himself of his boxers quickly. he grabs your thighs a bit roughly, you love the way he holds your flesh in strong hands. he hits your clit with the tip of his cock first, you can't help but clenching around nothing. james smiles lazily, he hits again.

"look at you." he says. "look here, sweetheart. i want you to watch."

you lift your head a bit and james finally motions himself to your hole. it's a tight fit, he goes slow at first. you are thankful for his stamina, you like it the best when he's taking his time.

"look, baby." he whispers. "only one week and you are so tight around me."

you nod, wrapping your legs around him. he is helpless, pushes himself into you. it's so wet, the mess on the sheets grow incredibly. you don't care, you want him deeper. finally you can reach his shoulders, his neck is so close to your lips.

"can i move?" he asks. "are you okay?"

"please move." you say, kissing his neck. "please, baby."

he wraps an arms around your shoulders to reach your hair. his hand goes to your scalp to massage lightly, he moves deeper at the same time. you moan when he pulls your hair just a bit, it doesn't hurt but it's too arousing, you don't know what to do. he gives you a sympathetic smile, pulls again.

and then it falls into a certain rhytm, james keeps moving with his hand on your neck. he pushes himself in a way that makes your thighs shake. you keep saying his name to his ear, mumbling words to encourage him as he fucks deep into you.

you can't even form a word when it comes close to the ending. you hear a loud moaning, not sure if it's you or james. all you can do is holding onto him as you come, feeling a liquid dripping down onto the sheets. you hold james's shoulders blindly, the clouds in your mind part as the tightness slowly disappears.

james pulls out as he comes. thick, white droplets cover your stomach. he thinks it's cute; the way you keep clenching even when you finish, the way your hands are desperate for support. he lets out a tiny groan as he strokes his cock for final drops, he's spent.

it confuses you most of the time, how you feel the need to do it one more time even though you are dead tired. james stays on top of you like a giant human blanket. he runs hot, sweat covers his skin. you stroke his back, muscles sliding under your fingers.

"are you okay?" he asks against your ear. "need to hear you, baby."

you nod tiredly. "i'm okay." you whisper. "you?"

he kisses the side of your head. "i'm fine."

he tries to move but you hold him back with weak hands. "jamie."

"just gotta clean us up, lovely." he says. "two minutes."

"i'm counting." you say with a hushed voice.

he keeps the promise. you help him as much as you can but your legs let you down when you try to pull your clean panties up. james completes the task with heart-eyes.

the sheets are ruined, he throws them into the washing machine. he finds clean, white sheets and spreads it on the bed with the slow help of your shaky fingers.

"come on." you say, laying back on bed. "come here."

james smiles at your whining tone. such a perfect girl, looking at him with shiny eyes. you extend a hand, he accepts greedily.

he pulls you on his bare chest with a hand on your waist. "so," he starts. "what about my grey sweatpants?"

you don't even bother to hide. "they look amazing on you."

"yeah?" his tone is teasing but you gladly fall into the trap of giving him compliments.

"i like the way they wrap around your legs." you continue. "just- looks perfect."

he kisses your forehead when you close your eyes. so sleepy and so pretty. he wants to keep you like this. he wants to take the load off your shoulders and carry it without complaining. he wants to shower you with his affection, wants to kiss you until you fall asleep before him.

"i love you." he says. you are already sleeping.

[thehigherseekerastro]

Random Astrology Observations (Alternative Meanings Love Edition) 2 🤨❤️🤔

DISCLAIMER: I am in no way, shape or form a professional astrologer, modern or traditional.

I HAVE been studying astrology for a while now, and analysing charts available to me, as well as my own, and noticed a lot of the info you find online doesn't make sense in real life, because it is too reductive, stereotypical or lacks broader context. So I thought I'd share some of my personal observations to see if it resonates with anyone.

This is NOT the end all, be all. Apply it as it makes sense to you.

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The 1st House 🙋‍♂️

The 1H in synastry is a tricky one, because the first house itself is related to our individual identity. It is the house of self. So, when it comes to having a love planet here, things can get really murky. You'll often hear that it indicates instant attraction, but also only surface-level. While that is not entirely wrong, it would be a disservice to reduce it to just that. Yes, first house ties back to your physical appearance and external impact. But what does that mean for someone else being impacted and impacting that? Does it even apply in synastry? The answer is: YES. And it goes much deeper than you'd think. It will talk about an immediate recognition. It talks of being mesmerized by someone's look and demeanor, but that comes accompanied with an obsessive need to know more about you, to be around you, to soak up as much of you as possible, as if to aggressively learn you. And that's because you will tickle all the boxes the person had been holding inside (and vice-versa).

(e.g.: having someone's planet(s) fall into your 1st house doesn't just mean they will be attracted to you, if it's romantic. It also means the person feels like you two share a vibe, share interests, ideas. It means they feel like you move according to their speed, and therefore, that could lead to a lot of trust and comfort on their part, because you feel like a safe place. Not in the same sense as the 4H, but in a more "this person will have my back, cause we're the same!" kind of way. It makes the person feel like you are enough, because you fit them. So even if everyone else disagrees with them or doesn't understand them, they'll sort of look over at you, and if you validate them, that will be enough for them. They'd rather have your approval – since you are someone who gets them – than to have the approval of a bunch of people who don't understand where they are coming from.)

It truly is a beautiful thing, but even positive planets with positive aspects can lead to unwanted side-effects. The house person could come to resent the planet person because of how much they like them. Depending on who the house person is – if they have a dominant or prideful personality, for example – they may come to resent and even become angry with the planet person at times, because they'll feel so strongly for the planet person that they could start acting out of character for them, and that can make them feel like they're losing control of themselves. And as human beings, what do we do when we feel out of control? Shift blame and start looking for culprits. This DOES tend to wear off, though, exactly because of how intensely the house person feels for the planet person, but it can burn hot for a minute or two, specially if they end up getting into an ugly fight and the 1H person tries to forget the planet person, but they can't bring themselves to hate them. They'll get angry at the fact that no matter how hard they try to hate the person, they still feel enchanted by them.

(this could also create an unwanted feeling of "nobody else is like them", so the 1H could panic a bit at the thought of losing the planet person because 1H synastry creates the immediate feeling of the "perfect person for me", so imagine thinking you found the perfect person for you... it can make you feel like if you lose them you'll never recover, because no one else will be like them or able to replace them as perfectly)

All in all, though, first house Synastry tends to usually show up good results, depending on the planets and aspects involved. Another aspect of this synastry that doesn't get talked about for some reason is the fact that they tend to obsess over and notice the tiny details in each other. So it creates this effect of falling for them over and over and over again, cause they'll keep finding little things about the other person that they find enchanting, and THAT'S what creates the physical attraction. It's not that the planet or house person are conventionally attractive to everyone – they might not even fit the beauty standards –, but to the house person, those little details will sort of build up the planet person's beauty step by step, and by the time they catch on, they'll be enamored with every part of them, so, to the house person, the planet person truly is the most beautiful thing ever.

(1H house synastry also brings a 1st house energy to the attraction. NO - NOT ARIES. First house. But it will sound like arian qualities because Aries does rule the first house, after all. What this means is that a big part of the attraction for the 1H person is feeling like the planet person is independent, self-sufficient, confident, self-assured and capable. Because it's taping into their 1st house of self, the house person can sort of see the best of themselves reflected on the planet person, which means they feel like all the things they are insecure to show the world, the planet person has and is not afraid to show them. So they feel like planet person not only embodies their attraction ideal, but also the ideal personality they wish they had themselves. Which they do, but they don't realize it until planet person comes along and brings it out of them.)

First house Synastry is a complex kind of Synastry that is much more psychological than it's given credit for. People often focus on superficial physical attraction and gloss over the fact that it's like somebody is literally stepping into your mind and making your inner fantasies come out. It can feel very vulnerable and intense.

The 7th House 💍

Oh, isn't this one a gem?! Perhaps one of the most sought after in synastry. But the idea here is to provide an alternative perspective, so here goes: if it's badly aspected, or there's other challenging factors involved (the person falling into your 7H is problematic themselves), you're gonna run into the issues people often attribute to 1st house synastry, such as superficiality and a "false love" because 7H Synastry, regardless if it's good or bad, creates somebody who's "perfect on paper". They say the right things, they do the right things, they seem to fit into your whole ideals. But that does not guarantee that that's who they truly are. That's just who you think they are. Remember – the 7H is the house of "other". So it's not about you. It's about the other. But it's rather how you act around said other, and also how you perceive them.

(It's tough to say this, but you gotta be real to help some people out there who might have had 7H Synastry and didn't understand why the relationship failed, since everyone online claims it's a guaranteed soulmate. It's because Synastry goes both ways. And all houses have good and bad. There is no such thing as the perfect Synastry. But in the case of the 7H, I'd say it's the real life case of "if it's good, then it will be amazing. Truly a soulmate. But if it's bad... it will be awful. Just not immediately.)

Going off of the previous comment, another grim way this Synastry can turn out is in its binding effect. And I don't mean anything spiritual or abstract here. I mean literally binding. Imagine a relationship going sideways like that AND you are also now married or share a business together. MESS! This is the house of contracts and long-term. Remember Saturn exalts in Libra, because Libra likes things that last, and Saturn is the planet of long-term, so the house of Libra will sprinkle that lasting effect over whatever it touches. And if you're in a 7H relationship, that relationship will last with you, whether good or bad. It will take A WHILE to break off from it, either mentally, emotionally, psychologically, legally or financially.

(e.g. somebody has their moon in your 7H, but it's a moon at fall, in Scorpio, and it's afflicted in their natal chart. Now, at the beginning they will seem like a gift from God directly to you, so much so that you decide to make it official... And then, one or two years in, living together, each day it gets more toxic and draining and the dark sides just oozes out of your relationship. But now you are legally married, and divorcing will take time, bureaucracy, money and emotional energy, not to mention you'll have to uproot your entire life, explain it to your social circles and families... And what seemed like your dream come true was in fact a bitter lesson to learn).

To veer away from the dark twists of the last ones, let's dissect the correlations people make with the 7th house, like "oh, your spouse will be interested in art, and beauty, and music, and sophisticated things!" Why? Are you marrying a Libra? A Libra rising? Somebody with a Libra Venus? No? Then that has nothing to do with 7H Synastry. Houses are not signs, signs are not houses. Libra is one thing, the 7H is another. Venus rules Libra, which resides in the 7H, but Venus doesn't rule the 7H. It merely influences the 7H. It would be a better guess to say you might have met your person while they (or you) were already in a relationship than it is to say you met because of beauty-related things, or art, or music, since the 7H doesn't talk of any of those things, but it DOES talk of committed relationships.

(e.g. you might have met the person right after they (or you) got divorced. They might be connected to an ex of yours. Or another possibility that isn't talked about is how the person you eventually end up with is someone you have liked for a long time, but never got the chance to be with until now. Since this is the house of long-term relationships, having placements here could indicate that the person you ultimately stay with long-term is someone you already knew prior to getting together, but you needed to experience other relationships before you united with them.)

Another final aspect of placements in this house is the fact that it doesn't just deal with your love relationships, but also the way you consciously present yourself with others. How you behave socially. But also the mirror effect of this house, speaking directly about love. This is, after all, the house directly opposing the 1st house of self. In that regard, this is similar to 1H synastry, with the exception that in this one, instead of you coming out of your shell subconsciously, you make a conscious effort to become your best for your person here. You want to live up to all of your potential.

The 2nd House 💆‍♂️

This one is a bit tricky for me, because I'm not materialistic AT ALL. I have a Taurus Lilith in the 2nd house, so, I express it on the other end of the spectrum. When you have that placement, you either put too much value on money and material things, or you are completely unattached from it, and that's me. So the whole "money this, money that!" vibe is not my scene. I don't see a price in life, I see value. With that said, let's get this going.

Yes, this is the house of money and material things. Yes, it will deal with your personal finances. But no, unless other parts of your chart/Synastry agree with it, somebody's placements falling here should not have a lasting effect. It might merely indicate you overspending on dates and gifts. The 2H is the house of YOUR money, which means that the whole "oh, they're gonna shower you in gifts!", "And this is a sugar baby aspect!", "Your person will want to spend all their money on you and buy you expensive things!" is probably not gonna happen, sorry. If it does, it will be you spending your money.

(And if you do spend your money, the whole "gifts" thing is also not that common, because normal people don't just go around buying gifts for others every other day of the week, unless they have some sort of imbalance. Such a consumerist mindset! Not everything is about paying for things or buying things. That's a VERY American culture of dating, specially for women. This nasty idea that a man has to buy you or he's not good. Which is what encourages habits like thinking the man always has to be covering your finances (how old are you, 5? Get a job and pay for your own damn self! You are an adult woman), paying for your food, buying you a house, giving you gifts all the time and affording expensive dates. You are not a product. If your biggest incentive to be with a man is because of how much he pays for you, then that's the world's oldest profession, not a relationship of love. So this should play out more like them helping you manage your own finances. Don't go around thinking a 2H love placement is gonna turn you into Cinderella.)

If you do happen to be a stay-at-home person in your relationship, which is valid, as long as it's not all about money, 2H love placements and synastry will talk more about other material aspects of things. It will talk of stability, sustainability, longevity and security.

(e.g.: it could mean that you allocate your resources towards creating a safe, stable environment for your life together to flourish, such as buying things for your home together, revising your finances to make life goals and plans together more viable, setting budgets to achieve milestones together... as well as the literal physical aspects of valuables, so using your resources towards nourishment (food, shelter, clothing and health). Things that will ensure your relationship lasts and endures through hardships and tribulations. In the 2H of values, Synastry could indicate the relationship itself becoming your prized possession that you take care of. All the Earth houses are about caring for things, just in different ways.)

Another poorly explored aspect of the 2H is values in the moral, spiritual and emotional sense. It's WORTH. Both the causes you find worthy as well as your self-worth. A 2H love placement or Synastry can and will directly affect that. Even if you do happen to be dealing with financial/material things too, that can affect your self-worth directly.

(e.g.: say you are married to someone who is constantly in debt, or say your spouse is the breadwinner of the household and you depend on them financially. That can really take a toll on your self-worth. It can bring feelings of poor self-esteem, can you make you feel undervalued, inadequate, make you feel like a burden, or make you feel incapable of caring for yourself. It can strike your self-confidence and make you VALUE yourself less. Or the opposite. Your spouse may open you up to new possibilities of making money, which in turn gets you into a new passion project that you succeed in and that can make you feel like a worthy person, make you believe in yourself, make you feel important and valuable.)

I would argue that most often, it's the 8H Synastry that will really have your partner's materials affecting you, because the 2H is the house of your PERSONAL gains, while the 8H is the house of OTHERS' gains and possessions. Most often, the biggest impact I'd say 2H love placements have will be dealing with self-worth, self-confidence, shared values and morals, feelings of belonging and acceptance.

General Things ✨

What I see most often is that positive and negative outcomes tend to happen simultaneously. It's not all doom and gloom, but it's also not all sunshine and rainbows all the time. Sometimes it's great, sometimes it's not so great, and those ups and downs come and go. That's just life. Both are there to be worked with, worked for, or worked through. At the end of the day, astrology will not mandate your life events, and you have to always be learning from your life, and working on yourself and the things that matter to you. Astrology is just a guiding light to identify possible themes to be mindful of.

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That's it! Thank you if you've read it this far! I might have come off a bit harsh (I hope I haven't), but I promise I'm nice lol.

My whole goal is to try to discuss astrology in as realistically as possible, but while making it clear that any possible outcome is plausible. If most times all you hear are fantastic stereotypical descriptions of placements, such as 7H, the not so great ways in which it can play out will be explored here to help people navigate them. If all you hear are bad things about a house, then I'll try to show the positive ways in which it can come out.

The whole point is to try to bring a wide range of notions to these descriptions, together with the information that is already out there and available by many other creators.

At the end of the day, remember this is all POSSIBILITIES. Your personal life has to be analysed to know what's gonna ensue. And don't be discouraged, because the truth is that positive and negative effects tend to happen together for your best.

Hope you have a good day when you find this!

MASTERLIST

[wolfertinger]

https://files.catbox.moe/6mfxuy.webp Make of this what you will

"Add to the last ask ifyou want: sometimes you gotta give kf credit, tho the user should've come to this blog too

https://files.catbox.moe/iv7umq.jpg https://files.catbox.moe/oddhac.jpg https://files.catbox.moe/ybyoed.jpg"

note: i will be re formatting these posts, under the cut.

WARNING, FOR EXTREME DISCUSSIONS AROUND SEXUALIZED CSA, RAPE, SEXUALIZED AGE REGRESSION, INCEST, BESTIALITY, ECT. UNDER CUT.

"Hi! Long time lurker, new time poster...so I apologize if this has already been said or shown:

I was once casual friends with Salem, and I can confirm he does in fact sexualize agere/babyfur things and has drawn art. Sadly, he was extremely paranoid.. He would often join servers, then leave and DFE. I sadly didn't think to grab screencaps of some of things he said, but I did manage to save this art!

His discord is: xxmoonriserxx if that helps anyone with anything.

Again, apologies if this has already been shown"

note: him deliberately taking a screenshot, of what sawyer said, just to draw a kink they have told you, they are uncomfortable with, and do not want you drawing/talking about it, around them. you cannot even respect sawyer's wishes, in private.

"I won't sugarcoat it: I infiltrated "freak" servers after I discovered some of my art friends were horrible people. I felt angry, and felt like I needed to do it, mostly to alert my other friends so they didn't accidentally waste money on these freaks. (Apologies for the PL)

Salem often joins proship/profic servers. Unfortunately, our schedules almost never aligned, so it was really rare I'd catch him on something...he is very paranoid. I apologize for lack of proof, but I can say he is into sexualizing minors, and beastiality. His favorite thing is human x Pokemon.

I don't have proof on Salem's stuff, but I do have some proof of his friends/mututals. Particularly Acidneko and a couple of others. I'll provide some screencaps below...if these don't fit in here, feel free to delete!"

note: pega is acidneko. i find, them wishing to draw underaged art, in a "lowkey" or "descript" way, is insidious. draw what you mean. do not try to "push the boundary", around underaged art. if people in your life, are uncomfortable with something sexually. IT IS WRONG TO ATTEMPT TO DECEIVE THEM, TO PUSH THAT BOUNDARY FURTHER.

note, the "blessica" person, in that screenshot. that is the "ringleader" of the discord servers. and maybe, the worst of them. of course. salem claims now, that he was "uncomfortable" with the more intense contents of the server, yet seemed perfectly fine, seeing this.

"They are all private, and often deleted and then re-made constantly. I am no longer a part of any of them (it became too much for my mental health, apologies), but I can supply info on the "ring leader". It really wasn't hard at all to 'befriend' them and infiltrate their various servers...but now that I'm posting this, I don't know if anyone here will have any luck.

The "Ringleader", who makes these servers and who is friends with all of these freaks, including Salem and Acidneko, is someone who goes by "Ferris/Toddirisu". Accounts:

https://www.tumblr.com/hideawaysis

https://www.tumblr.com/poserzcomic

https://www.tumblr.com/fictophiliac (IK this site doesn't do "TWs", but I still want to say use extreme caution when viewing this one.)

warning: EXTREMELY foul content discussing CSA. if you are triggered easily do not read these images. i have no fucking words.

taking a small break, after reading this. because, what the fuck, man. i need to shower.

[thirteenheavens]

office worker! or college professor! vernon (legal ofc as fellow prof maybe) pLS BEGGIN ON MY KNEES bc imagine non in a suit or professor aesthetic ....:

Extra credit|| Vernon Chwe x Reader

Notes: this is like the longest fix I’ve wrote in a while hehe enjoy

As you gathered your things and prepared to leave, Professor Vernon called out to you. "Y-N, could you stay behind for a moment? I'd like to discuss something with you." You nodded, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension as you approached his desk. The other students filed out of the classroom, leaving you alone with your professor.

Vernon looked up at you with a serious expression on his face. "Have a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. You sat down, trying to hide the fact that your heart was racing. Vernon leaned back in his chair, his eyes locked onto yours.

"I've been monitoring your progress in the class," he began, his tone formal. "And I must say, I'm impressed with your work." You felt a small swell of pride at his words, but you also knew that there was more to this conversation than just your grades. Vernon leaned forward, his gaze intense. "But I've also noticed that you seem to have a difficult time focusing in class," he said. "You're always fidgeting and doodling in your notebook instead of taking notes."

"I'm sorry, Professor," you said, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I'll try to pay more attention in the future." Vernon chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I appreciate that, but I have a feeling that it's not just the classwork that's distracting you." He stood up from his chair and walked around the desk, coming to stand in front of you. He leaned against the desk, his arms crossed over his chest, and you couldn't help but notice how good he looked in his fitted suit.

"You see, I've noticed the way you look at me during class," he said, his voice dropping to a lower register. "The way your eyes linger on me for a little too long." You felt your face flush with embarrassment, but you couldn't deny it. You had definitely been checking him out in class.

Vernon smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Don't worry, I'm not offended," he said, taking a step closer to you. "In fact, I find it quite flattering." He reached out and traced a finger down your jawline, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "You're a beautiful young woman, Y-N," he murmured. "And I have to admit, I've been thinking about you a lot outside of class too."

"And It's true," Vernon said, his hand moving to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Only a few years between us. Just enough to make this a little complicated." He took another step closer, closing the distance between you until he was standing right in front of you. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, and your heart began to race even faster.

"But I can't deny that I'm attracted to you," he confessed, his voice low and husky. "And I can see that you're attracted to me too."

"I... I am," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But this is so wrong, Professor. You're my teacher." Vernon chuckled again, his fingers trailing down to your neck. "I know," he said, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your body. "But sometimes the things that are wrong are the most exciting."

He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from your ear. "Tell me, Y-N," he whispered. "Have you ever thought about me outside of class? About what it would be like to be alone with me?" You swallowed hard, your mind racing as you tried to form a response. Of course, you had thought about him outside of class. You had fantasized about him more times than you could count.

"Yes," you confessed, your voice shaking slightly. "I have." Vernon pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. "Good," he said, his hands moving to your hips and pulling you closer to him. "Because I have too."

"I want to kiss you," Vernon murmured, his gaze fixed on your lips. "I want to taste you and feel your body against mine." He leaned in again, his face inches from yours. "But only if you want me to," he added, his grip on your hips tightening slightly. "I won't do anything you're not comfortable with." You hesitated for a moment, torn between the right thing to do and the desire that was coursing through your veins. But in the end, the desire won out.

"Yes," you whispered, your lips brushing against his as you spoke. "I want you to kiss me." Without another word, Vernon closed the gap between you and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was gentle at first, almost hesitant, but it quickly grew more intense. His tongue slid into your mouth, exploring every inch as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed over your body, pulling you even closer to him as he claimed your mouth with his own.

You melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as you lost yourself in the feeling of his lips on yours. You had never been kissed like this before, with such passion and intensity. Vernon's hands moved to your thighs, and he lifted you up effortlessly, setting you down on the edge of his desk. He positioned himself between your legs, his body pressed against yours as he continued to devour your mouth.

"You taste so good," he growled against your lips, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts through your shirt. "I've been wanting to do this for so long." You moaned into his mouth, arching your back as he began to knead your breasts. The feeling of his hands on you was almost overwhelming, and you could feel your arousal growing with every passing second. Vernon broke the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck and nipping at your skin. "You're so responsive," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "I love the way you react to my touch."

As you shifted your position on the desk, your hand accidentally brushed against the front of his pants, and you felt the hard outline of his bulge through the fabric. Vernon froze for a moment, his eyes snapping up to meet yours. "Careful," he warned, his voice rough with desire. "You're playing with fire, Y-N."

"I-I'm sorry," you stammered, blushing furiously. "I didn't mean to do that." Vernon chuckled, a low, seductive sound that sent shivers down your spine. "It's okay," he said, his hands moving to your hips again. "But I can't help but wonder if you did it on purpose."

"No, I swear," you insisted, shaking your head vigorously. "It was an accident, I swear." Vernon raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing you. "You're a terrible liar, you know that?" he teased, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your hips. "Your body betrays you every time you try to deny it." As he spoke, Vernon began to roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing his muscular forearms. You couldn't help but stare, your eyes fixated on the way his veins popped out as he flexed his muscles.

"I can see the way you're looking at me," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "You like what you see, don't you?" You swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away from his arms. "Yes," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I do."

Vernon chuckled again, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. He took a step closer, caging you in against the desk. "Good," he said, his eyes darkening with lust. "Because I want you to see all of me." Vernon slowly undid a few buttons on his shirt, revealing more of his toned chest and stomach. You couldn't help but admire the way his muscles flexed as he moved, your heart racing with excitement.

"You're not the only one who's been having fantasies, Y-N," he said, his voice low and husky. "I've thought about bending you over this desk and taking you right here, right now." You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Your professor, the man who was supposed to be your teacher, was confessing his desire for you. It was so wrong, yet so incredibly hot. Vernon noticed your silence and smirked again. "Cat got your tongue?" he teased, his fingers trailing up your thigh. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're unable to speak by the time I'm done with you."

Vernon closed the remaining distance between you, his body pressed against yours as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. "So, Y-N," he said, his breath hot against your skin. "Will you let me do it? Will you let me take you right here, right now?" You hesitated for a moment, your mind racing with a million thoughts and emotions. You knew this was wrong, but the desire coursing through your veins was stronger than your rational thoughts.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. "I want you to." Vernon's eyes lit up with excitement at your response. "Good girl," he purred, his hands roaming over your body as he began to unbutton your shirt. "I'm going to make you feel so good." He pushed your shirt open, exposing your chest to his hungry gaze. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck and collarbone. "I've dreamed about this for so long."

You arched your back, offering yourself to him as he continued to explore your body with his hands and mouth. His touch was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure through you with every caress. Vernon moved lower, his lips and tongue tracing a path down your stomach and stopping just above the waistband of your pants. "You're already so wet for me," he growled, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric and teasing your skin. "I can feel it."

"Bend over for me, baby," Vernon commanded, his voice firm but gentle. "I want to see that pretty little ass of yours." You did as he said, bending over the desk and presenting yourself to him. Your heart was racing with anticipation, and you could feel the cool surface of the desk against your skin. Vernon groaned at the sight of you, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he took in the view. "Fuck, you're so sexy," he muttered, his fingers digging into your flesh. "I can't believe I'm finally getting to have you like this."

He ran a hand over your backside, giving it a firm squeeze before pulling your pants down. "You're all mine now," he growled, his fingers tracing the edge of your underwear. Vernon unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor along with his boxers. You could feel his hardness pressing against your thigh, hot and throbbing with need.

"Are you ready for me, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "I'm going to make you scream my name." You nodded, unable to form words as you felt his cock twitch against your skin. You were so wet and ready for him, your body aching with need.

Vernon positioned himself behind you, running the tip of his cock up and down your slit. "You're so wet, I can feel it dripping down your thighs," he groaned. "I can't wait to be inside you." He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed inside, inch by inch. You moaned loudly as he filled you, the feeling of being stretched and filled by him overwhelming your senses.

"Fuck," Vernon grunted, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he began to move. "You're so tight, baby. You feel so good around my cock." Vernon set a slow, steady pace, savoring the feeling of being inside you. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through your body, and you couldn't help but whimper and moan in response.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his breath ragged as he continued to pound into you. "Let me hear those pretty sounds you make." As he increased the pace, your moans grew louder and more desperate. You gripped the edge of the desk, your knuckles turning white as you tried to hold on. Vernon leaned over you, his chest pressed against your back as he whispered in your ear. "You're taking me so well," he praised, his lips grazing your skin. "Such a good girl for me."

"Please," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please, harder." Vernon chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the way you begged for him. "As you wish," he said, and with that, he began to fuck you harder and faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

"This is such a bad idea," Vernon groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as he continued to pound into you. "I'm your professor, and you're my student. We shouldn't be doing this." But despite his words, he couldn't deny how good it felt. The thrill of the forbidden, the taboo nature of the situation, only added to his arousal.

"But God, you feel so good," he growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his climax. "I can't stop." You were close too, your body tensing up as the pleasure built to a crescendo. You could feel your orgasm approaching, and you knew you wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

"I'm gonna come," you moaned, your legs shaking with the effort of staying upright. "Oh god, I'm gonna come all over your cock." Vernon grunted in response, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he chased his own release. "Do it," he commanded. "Come for me, Y-N. Let me feel you." The sound of his voice pushed you over the edge, and you cried out as you came, your body convulsing around him. The sensation of your tightening walls sent Vernon into a frenzy, and with a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you and spilled his hot load.

As he came down from his high, Vernon suddenly realized something. "Shit," he muttered, still catching his breath. "I didn't ask you if you were on birth control." He pulled out of you and stepped back, looking at you with a mix of concern and regret. "I'm sorry, I should have been more careful," he said, running a hand through his hair. "I didn't even think about it."

You turned around to face him, a mixture of shock and panic on your face. "I'm not on birth control," you said, your voice shaking slightly. "I didn't think we'd actually... I didn't think it would go this far." Vernon cursed again, his eyes widening in realization. "Fuck," he repeated, running a hand over his face. "This is bad. Really bad."

[tubbytarchia]

Traffic/Life series roster as dinosaurs

A lot of these don't make for very good hybrids unless you wanna get into freaky territory or full on centaur but... Hope it's a fun scroll nonetheless!

Grian - Novialoidea

A small birdie... The name also means "New wings" which I find fun. New lives and death games to be part of, new wings to accompany him... (Honorable mention to "Shuvuuia" the "desert bird" who unfortunately is not a pterosaur (doesn't fly)) (Yes we're including pterosaurs! Just using "dinosaur" as a conveient blanket term)

Tango - Aratasaurus / Pyroraptor

Fire raptor! Either works just fine and Tango as a skittery little raptor is perfect for a creature like him

Scar - Apatosaurus

"Deceptive Lizard" harkening back to Scar's scamming tendencies. Though I've always liked the idea of him being some larger gentler animal in any hybrid scenario and a long-neck fits the bill well. He can poke his nose into people's conversations easily to start marketing something useless to them and swishes his tail to ward off anyone who's about to stop him

Impulse - Nasutoceratops

Ren - Regaliceratops

Horns. COOL horns. I don't know what else you want from me ceratopses are just way too awesome. Nasutoceratops is a wicked cool dinosaur for having its horns point so forward much like a bull and I for one can jive with some Impulse bull symbolism. Bulls are often viewed as strong, sturdy and loyal, traits also assigned to Impulse a LOT of the time. But though he IS intensely loyal in many cases (+ Ceratopses are also known for how they defend their own!), and he's not very outward about the following traits, he can get quite petty and bitchy and hold grudges. Still, you don't think of that when you look at him and he seems to agree! Eg him feeling like he should be accepted into Cleo's alliance in 3rd life without actually proving himself when Cleo was rightfully hesitant, at which Impulse more or less rolled his eyes. And him proclaiming "betrayal!" when killed by Bdubs when their alliance was as firm as a rat's tail

(And I feel the need to point this out too just in case: "bulls are also known for their temper" yeah but they're not like that! Bulls like many animals become defensive when exposed to aggravating behavior or movement! Which you could work into Impulse's grudge holding and intense loyalty...? I don't know enough about him sorry but do with that what you will)

Regaliceratops! Regal!! Crown shaped frill!!! Need I say more?

Gem - Therizinosaurus

Theris are so bad bitch coated to me and I would love to have one as my wife I mean um I couldn't decide on a less generic specimen so Gem can just be a Theri! A herbivore - often associated with the belief that herbivores are gentle passive creatures, but far from it, especially with Gem! She bares her claws like it's no one's business

Martyn - Stygmoloch

A Pachy with a tough head and a tendency to bonk people - I think it fits Martyn's tendency to perpetuate drama haha. The Stygmoloch's name though more or less translates to "demon of the styx river", the river of the underworld representing loathing of death. To me this makes sense with all the watcher lore (that I have a hard time understanding but whatever!!) especially with how Martyn became in LL. The watchers themselves don't loathe death (??) of course. They're death games. But someone within the game trying to stay alive and win? Probably loathes the idea of themselves dying. I have no clue what Im saying

Pearl - Carnotaurus

Ok maybe a hot take not to make her into a pteradon or even a raptor with wing-like features but those just didn't fit that well in my opinion. Rather I wanted her to have some kind of horn motif in place of her wings as visual symbolism for her character. I'd like to imagine her having fine horns, to then have them damaged (one broken off) and simultaneously the other more grown out. Think of how domesticated goats for example have their horns trimmed. I think human hybrids with horns would do the same to keep them from becoming a bother but Pearl would neglect to after her heartbreak in DL. I was heavily considering the Diabloceratops for this, especially because of the name (Devil horned face - good ostracizing material) but Pearl strikes me a lot more as a carnivore and there are only two horned carnivores out there so... Carnotaurus it is haha. And even now I'm making her horns unrealistically big but.... We can suspend some belief

BigB - Oryctodromeus

"Digging Runner"! I've already talked plenty of why BigB is very rabbit behavior to me and my reasons for assigning this burrowing dinosaur to him are similar. Tldr he is fidgety and cautious yet clever and constantly buries himself underground

Lizzie - Anurognathidae

I don't even fucking know man it made me think of Lizzie and then I wasn't able to assign anything else to her. Lizzie often claims to be confused and if any dinosaur looks to be in a perpetual state of confusion then its this one. I know a lot of people like to portray Lizzie as a butterfly also so there you go, wings!!! And it's quite cat-like too for those who like to draw her as a cat

Mumbo - Leinkupal

I really struggled with Mumbo... So many different dinos fit him imo but I figured it should be at least something moderately large (so "Technosaurus" was out of the question lol). Then I rediscovered this dinosaur whose name translates to "vanishing family" and then I thought about LL and SL and how Mumbo went out quickly after the initial death/s and left a very felt absence in someone's alliance and then I became really emotional and forgot what I was doing

Joel - Nodocephalosaurus

Bdubs - Psittacosaurus

"Knob Headed Lizard"

Joel as an Ankylosaur has been stuck in my head from day one of assigning dinosaurs to the Lifers and I'm frustrated that I can't truly explain why. You'd view an Ankylosaur as a slow and docile creature, even compared to other herbivores, but...

1. Maybe not so much nowadays, I don't know what non-dino nerds think, but I feel like ankylosaurs were largely believed to be HUGE back in the day, much like velociraptors, when in reality they're not that big. The Nodocephalosaurus is especially small even among other ankylosaurs. But, well, we all know what Joel loves to say about himself

2. Joel is or likes to make himself look well in control, just as ankylosaurs have little to worry about as far as predators go. Especially in earlier series where he was content basing mostly by himself. It's always when things get dire and he enters his red life that he becomes very impulsive and erratic like an ankylosaur flipped on its back

3. I know there's a distinction between Traffic Joel and Empires Joel and whatever other Joel but... Even in death games his more charitable traits shine through here and there. He really becomes a dangerous rascal for a large majority of the time and he's very good at it, he's not putting on a mask or anything, but I like to remember that underneath that tough spiky armor is gentleness and caring. His care towards Lizzie and Pearl and Etho etc etc

4. The image of Joel as a hell of a spiky creature is just really fun to me. Yet heavy and blunt ones! And someone once proposed the idea of him having a club tail but having chiselled it to be sharp to mirror him being a menace. (Added benefit also that it's lighter that way haha) To me he's always been an obvious heavy hitter rather than stealthy or particularly creative etc. Him as a carnivore just doesn't work as well for me

The name bares no fitting meaning but when I look at Bdubs I think of Psittaco. All other species close to it in looks are already ceratopsians and we have like... 3 of those already lol. Im sorry Bdubs you look so stupid

Cleo - Lythronax

There's so few predators in this roster lol oops, but Cleo deserves to be an apex one! The name translates to "Gore King" because you know, zombies... and you know, Cleo is very king so true. If any of the Lifers should be able to boast rows of razor sharp teeth to gore others it should be ZombieCleo

Scott - Theiophytalia

I've been really struggling with Scott but how about the dinosaur whose name translates to "Belonging to the garden of Gods". There's only one known specimen of this species and it's an Iguanadon looking dinosaur which I think a lot of people would regard as the most basic, possibly boring type of dinosaur (if it weren't for the Allosaurus which already takes the title of "basic straight white guy") but that further fits Scott imo. It's always been a strong point of appeal to me how MUCH there is to his character that so often goes under the radar or unexplored, and how he's very often portrayed as just some handsome looking guy as opposed to a hybrid etc. He's not at all extravagant yet has mastered his craft of bending fate in his favor, he so often has things perfectly under his control just as he wants them, etc... reflective of the name "Theiophytalia" even if you wouldn't think such a dinosaur to sport one of the most prolific names a dinosaur can have. Also garden something something flower husbans. Basically whatever Bree's take on Scott is lol. I don't wanna blab for 5 paragraphs about that blue mf here but. I hope this makes sense

Jimmy - Yinlong

I struggled with this mf the most because he's another very hashtag deep character. I felt really bad to remove his bird motifs completely because the canary is so essential to him, but a raptor nor a pteradon fit my image of him at all. I spent so much time looking into various species but it just aint it, but Yinlong was possibly quilled and we can still cover him in feathers, even if he has nothing close to wings haha... BUT ANYWAY. Yinlong is a small kind of pathetic looking dinosaur, and Jimmy definitely isn't small but he'd sure be made to feel that way. Yinlong translates to "Hidden Dragon" however, a rather thought-provoking name for such a dinosaur. Given his character, it sure does feel like there's a soul of a dragon laying dormant somewhere in him, buried by all the self deprecation and curse labels. Honorable mention to Tianyulong, a very similar dinosaur who was named after a museum, but "Tianyu" also translates to peace and content. Something that Jimmy can't yet but deserves to be

Etho - undefined raptor

Already made a loong post about raptor Etho haha which I assume yall have seen since the support towards that post is the only reason I'm even making this post

Skizz - Olorotitan

"Titanic Swan" close enough to an angel right. I feel the whole angel thing is a bit overdone when Skizz can become a malicious little creature every now and then, but swans much like angels do get viewed as beautiful and taken as symbolism of love. Much like Skizz is largely viewed as an angel and often as someone who can do no wrong. But mostly I wanted Skizz to be a hadrosaur/duck-billed dinosaur, because those are dinosaurs known for their speculated vocalizations. And what is Skizz good at? Talking and voicing his love and appreciation? Yeah? Yeah... I'm so sorry Skizz btw this hybrid idea does not work out

Again, a lot of these don't work so well as hybrids... Some like the long-neck ones I cant imagine to have more than a spiky spine back and a tail, but! These picks aren't based on hybrid potential but rather what I think genuinely fits. I did really work on this all day looking through a bunch of dinosaurs and research haha, but I do love dinosaurs a lot... If you disagree with any hey thats cool! Feel free to give me your opinions if you've any and I hope this was fun to scroll through regardless

[nuetralizedevangelist]

i was enchanted to meet you

a/n - so i havent written in more than a year .. but im back with a new obsession so i had to deliver something. no promises it'll be good! requests are open ,,

contains smoking and mentions of alcohol and very very rusty writing

THE AIR WAS thick with smoke and incense, loud music coming from somewhere beyond the mist. the humidity in the room was the type that had her clothes sticking to her form as she sat on an over-crowded couch.

her hands shuffling the tarot cards on the low table in front of her, pushing discarded bottles and ashtrays out of her way. as the cards flew out onto the surface her head rolled to the girl next to her - ratted beehive and large eyeliner adorning her face.

she held her hand up in front of the girl mystically and dramatically yelled over the noise

"are you ready to hear your future?" giggling half way through her sentence. the obviously intoxicated girl nodded her head, hair falling forward each time.

﹒˚ ₊ ︵

george had his fourth cigarette burning perched between his fingers. his gaze fixed on the girl holding cards up and waving her arms as she talked. a prodding finger to his side pulled him out of his trance-like state.

his head slowly turned to the culprit, johns beaming face seemingly quite proud of himself.

"why don't you stop staring and talk to her like a normal person?"

george shook his head looking down at his boots, a small smile evident as he blew smoke out of his mouth.

"i couldn't possibly, she's..." he trailed off looking back up to john, waving his hand, hoping that'd finish his sentence for him.

"quite fit? if you don't, i will."

with a cheeky grin john was making off towards the girl, she was intensely focused on her cards.

george’s hand shot out to grasp his arm, pulling him back.

"don’t be a prick, you win. i’ll go talk to her. lay off, will ya?"

john returned to his previous territory along the wall, pleased with himself.

pushing his dark hair out of his face and pressing his cigarette into the nearest ashtray, he looked at her again, more determined this time. pressing his lips together and pushing through the mass of bodies until he was standing directly across from her, separated by the littered and sticky table.

her eyes flit up from her cards and focus on the gangly form towering over her. she tilted her head and raised an eyebrow, as if asking the purpose of his presence.

he sank to his knees and leaned his face forward, she mirrored him, planting her hands on her knees. her eyes studied his face, scanning each feature. he started to feel nervous under her somewhat scrutinizing gaze.

"i, uh, d'ya wanna read my fortune?" his eyes flicking to the cards on the table before slowly meeting her eyes again. a cheshire smile forming on her face as she leans even closer, her necklaces hitting the table.

"you really want me to? would've figured you've got enough fortune." a blush creeping up his face as he scratched the back of neck, attempting to stammer out a response. to his horror, she broke into laughter, head falling as she leaned back onto the couch.

"i'm just kidding, i'd love to." she gathered the cards and gave them an absentminded shuffle while her hard gaze was on him once again.

"what do you wanna know? where you'll be in ten years- oh! how about your next love?" the blush somehow burning even hotter down his neck. he settled on just nodding, unable to find the words to say.

as the cards scattered onto to the table she lined them up and titled her head at them. tapping her pointer finger on her chin before grabbing one of the cards and holding it too close to his face. he pulled back to focus his eyes on the colors.

"that's the magician, you need to stop holding yourself back, you have more potential than you're aware of." she says while grabbing the card back from his reach before he could even comprehend the artwork.

he quickly rounded the table and pushed his way next to her, sharing one couch cushion with how close he was. his eyes focused on her hands, her direct gaze had anxiety bubbling within him. her hand slowly flipped over the second card revealing the pair of lovers, her head turning to his with the shadow of a smirk.

"hm." was all she said. his brows furrowing as he finally turns to face her.

"hm? what would 'hm' mean? is that bad?" her had slowly shaking as she faced the card in her hand and pushing it into his own, smiling at him as if she hasn't been torturing him. she almost looked angelic to him, a divine being sent to deliver his karma in the form of teasing comments and overly brute eye contact.

she stood and began to crawl-step her way over the legs of others around them. george fumbled to stand and follow her, unsure of exactly what to do. struggling to trail behind until he saw a glimpse of her exiting onto the front steps through the gaps of bodies surrounding him.

﹒˚ ₊ ︵

the breeze outdoors combatting the almost unbearable heat inside hit him like a wall. he dropped his sight to her sitting on the steps attempting to light a cigarette, the wind killing her match each time. his hand cupping in front of her mouth acting as a wall for her. she nodded in appreciation, followed by a drag.

he slowly sat next to her, leaving more distance this time. the wind blowing her smoke into his face. he held the card up to her as she once did to him.

"does it have a meanin'?"

"do you want it to?"

"well, ideally."

she brought her face to rest on her knees, facing him.

"what do you want it to mean?" a barley traceable smile falling on her lips.

"by god, you're impossible." exasperation evident as he looks up to the night sky.

she laughs, and he thinks he'd do anything to hear it again. her free hand reaches and holds the card, not taking it, just holding it with him.

"an important decision - could be anything, really. a relationship or something relevant in your life. really just what you make of it." ending her sentence with another drag. he watches how her lips purse and the smoke billowing out of her mouth as the words settle deeper into his skin.

her skin felt like it could’ve been on fire, even with the breeze blowing. his head lightly nodding, a slight fang-ish smile peeking through the darkness at her. directed at her. a dull buzz hummed through their bodies, it could’ve been the wine or any second-hand substances floating in the air. the music a light thump behind closed doors.

he’s looking at her, again. she wished she had kept a tally score of how many times he nervously met her eyes, but it would’ve gone too high by now to remember.

“anythin’, you say? never been too good at guessing games.” he mutters softly, looking at the most difficult guessing game he’d ever faced. he couldn’t read her, and it’s like she knew.

“it’s good for you to stay on your toes, keeps your mind sharp. god knows you need it” her teeth reflecting moonlight or he might’ve imagined it, making her out to be celestial.

“we’ve never met before, have we? i would’ve remembered someone like you.” she shakes her head while leaning back on her hands, cigarette long forgotten.

“no, but i know you. or know of you, i’ve seen you around at these things before.”

he can’t believe he missed her all this time, especially when she makes him feel like he’s won the lottery but also about to throw up. he wants to see her again, needs to see her again. feeling like he’s never worked hard enough for anything in his life before. until now.

“well, uhm, are you.. might i see you at the next one?” he couldn’t let her get away, not after his fate was in front of him. the card and her, possibly one in the same.

“and here i was, telling myself this is the last party i’ll go to. will you make it worth my while?” he wanted all of her time, he wanted to reach out and touch her. his nerves felt frozen and locked, his mouth had dried. what was she doing to him? had to be a spell of some sort.

“yes- yeah, mhm.. how would i go about that?” his head eagerly shook, the prospect of even seeing her once more shut down all brain functions. she laughed, god how she laughed. her head thrown back, hand grazing george’s shoulder.

her hand wrapped around his bicep and pulled him closer, tousling him ever so slightly. she gently kissed his cheek, feather light.

“do this with me again next time. goodnight, george.”

and just like that she had disappeared down the sidewalk. his cheek still tingling from her touch. he was hoping her lipstick left a mark, a telltale that she was real. that he didn’t imagine it all. oh, how she said his name it sounded like it could’ve been gospel. something sacred uttered during morning prayer.

he had forgotten to ask her name. shit.

[lucy90712]

Not enough- Jude Bellingham

Dating a footballer is fun until he becomes incredibly successful and all of a sudden there are rumours left and right of him dating someone that isn't you. That's what my life is like Jude and I got together 3 years ago now when we were 17 and have been together since but we never made our relationship public because until the summer we were still long distance and didn't want the extra pressure. Having our relationship private has been so nice as it has meant when we do see each other we get to just enjoy being together but it also means we have to deal with rumours of who Jude might be dating. Those rumours never really got to me while Jude was at dortmund but since he's moved to Madrid things have just got so much more intense it seems that every few weeks there is a million new articles and tweets. 

Having to read all of this and seeing how pretty all the girls has really started to get to me. All the girls Jude is rumoured to be with are either models or just incredibly pretty which makes me feel awful about myself. All these girls have made a name for themselves in some way yet here I am with my job in a cafe while I try and find a job in the area that I studied. Jude likes to tell me that he doesn't care what I do for a living or how much I make but I can't help but feel guilty when I can't contribute much to the house or get him expensive things like he does for me. I'm also definitely no model I'm definitely not as pretty or as skinny as a model which I used to be ok with but now I don't feel so confident in myself. The other wags are also so pretty I definitely don't fit in with them either which makes me feel even worse about myself. 

Jude doesn't seem to have any clue that this is all going on he wakes up goes to training then hangs out with the boys leaving me until late at night so he doesn't see all the rumours or how they affect me. He's not here for the time I spend scrolling through social media or looking in the mirror judging everything about myself. Even when Jude is home he always seems to have something else on his mind so he never really gives me compliments anymore. I'd like to think that he still loves me but at this point I'm really not sure I mean he's young and he's attractive why would he want to be tied down with someone like me he can do so much better. I simply don't think I'm enough for him. 

A few days ago Jude went out to celebrate a big win for the team while I stayed at home but the next morning all I could see was rumours that Jude was flirting with multiple girls all night letting them dance with him and since I haven't really spoken to him. I spent all of last night laying awake thinking about everything and I decided that I just think I need to break up with Jude so then he's free to do all the things everyone thinks he's doing anyway. It's hard to decide to end a relationship especially one that has been going on for so long and one you are so fond of but I don't see any other way forward. This is why I've been so distant with Jude because in my head if I didn't talk to him that would make all of this easier. 

As always Jude left for training just as I got up for work but by the time I got back he was home which only happened the first few weeks I arrived so it was strange to see him here. Like always I headed upstairs to shower and change and when I came back out the bathroom Jude was sat on the bed waiting for me. I still didn't say anything to him because I'm trying to stay strong until I find the right time to tell Jude how I feel. 

"Babe are you ok you've barely spoken to me the last few days" he said 

"Yeah I'm fine just been busy had a lot on my mind that's all" I replied 

"Please don't lie to me I know there's something more going on I see the way you look all the time I just couldn't figure out what was wrong and now I give up so please tell me what's going on" he begged 

"I didn't want to say this yet because I'm still figuring things out but I think we should break up I just can't do this anymore" I said 

"Please no baby no I can't live without you whatever I've done I can fix it and I'm sorry just please don't break up with me" he said 

"It's nothing you've done it's just me" I said 

"Then what is it please tell me if you really want to do this at least tell me why" he said 

"I'm just not good enough for you every day there is new rumours of you being with someone else and all of them are prettier and have more going for them than I do and you deserve to be with one of them or to just be free to do what you want" I explained 

"But I want you that's what I want I don't want any of these girls nor is there anything going on with any other girl incase that's what you're thinking I like that you live a more normal life you keep me grounded and I think you are the prettiest girl in the world" Jude replied 

"Then why are you never home and why do you never compliment me anymore?" I asked 

"I-I'm sorry babe you're right I haven't been home much but I will change that I will come home after training and I will invite you to more things and believe me I could sit here for hours and compliment you and I'll do that if I need to" he said 

Jude did exactly what he said he started listing all the things he loves about me while giving me kisses. It felt so good to have his attention again it felt like we were back to how we were before I came to Madrid. After he complimented every single part of me he asked if I'd like to go out on a date like a proper date outside where people could see us and I didn't hesitate to say yes. Even if people see us who cares it's about time that we went public with our relationship then the rumours can be true for once. We have talked about going public a few times but now feels like the right time just so we can stop the media getting too far out of control 

I got all dressed up in a pretty dress and my makeup and hair all done for once I actually felt really pretty. When Jude walked in he had a white shirt and some black trousers on which he looked so good in. He stopped as soon as he saw me and I think his jaw actually hit the floor which made me blush and that was before he started complimenting me. The entire drive Jude didn't stop telling me how beautiful I looked which honestly made me feel so good about myself. 

At the restaurant there was people taking pictures of us walking in which Jude tried to protect me from a bit but we wanted to be seen together. It was weird being in front of so many cameras as I've spent years trying to avoid all of this but now I'm happily letting them all take pictures and stare at me trying to work out who I am so they can get their exclusive headline. The people in the restaurant were lovely though they showed us to our table then left us alone as much as possible which was nice as we were able to have a proper date night together. As we finished dessert Jude showed me all the pictures all over Instagram and Twitter then he showed me a post he had drafted to tell everyone about our relationship and put an end to everything. He had a beautiful caption written which nearly made me cry and all the pictures he had I hadn't seen before as they were ones he took secretly but they were all so cute. He let me click post so that it was my decision to go public then he took my phone and turned it off so we could enjoy the rest of our evening together without having to see what everyone has to say.

[rekino2114]

So we all know Veronika grebenshchikova is amazing, so how about we go the route of being a Shy reader who has a crush on her though everyone in class including her thinks you wither don't like her or are scared of her(not that it stops her from hanging out with you or scaring you) So anyway Reader ends up confessing to Veronika which she acceps in typical Veronika fashion( I hope you write her reaction as amazing as you always write her) and the next day The class finds out that they're now dating since Veronika just casually calls you her boyfriend/darling or you speak up when Hu says something about Veronika frightening you when she's around you.

Veronika grebenshchikova with a shy reader

Everyone thought you were scared of Veronika like many of your other classmates, who wouldn't be? After all, she was kind of a weirdo who liked horror too much and took joy in scaring and pranking other people, not to mention the very unhinged and creepy stuff she said completely randomly

And with how shy you were, you were one of Veronika's favorite people to scare, the way you screamed whenever she randomly popped out of the darkness or when she showed you one of the new creepy decorations she made was just so adorable, like you in general, everything about you was so cute and adorable to her. It was when she started thinking about this that she realized she might actually have a crush on you

But even Veronika herself thought you hated her with how she continued scaring you so she didn't have enough courage to confess and be rejected

Meanwhile, you started to realize the same, Veronika was beautiful, and her creepy antics somehow made her even more attractive to you, seeing her smile whenever she saw you made you blush so hard and your heart beat so fast but despite everything you decided to confess

You invited her to a park and gave her some flowers that she loved and then told her about how you felt while blushing intensely

".....really? You actually love me?

The moment you nodded Veronika squealed and hugged you

"Oh my gosh, this is amazing! I love you too darling, oh can I call you darling? I love that name, oh sorry we aren't even official yet...or are we? I'd love to be your girlfriend.....ahh I can already imagine cuddling you when you're scared during a horror movie.....am I going a bit too fast?"

"Y-yeah just a bit"

"Sorry, I'm just really excited. The cutest guy ever just told me he likes me, and I thought you hated me. Oh, by the way, do you like plushies? I can already think of some that fit your vibe"

"Y-yeah I love them"

"Ahhhh I knew it, you're just getting more adorable by the minute. Your screams are so cute too"

".......t-thank you?......"

"Sooooo are we a thing?"

"I-i'd love to"

"Yaaaaay!!!!"

[Timeskip the next day]

You're sitting next to Veronika while she tells you about the new horror movie she watched yesterday while you're slightly sweating at how happy she looks while telling you about the most gruesome murders you've ever heard of

"Sorry Veronika, may I sit next to y/n for now?"

You both turned to see hu staring at you

"Hm? Why?"

"I couldn't help but notice how uncomfortable he looks around you usually, I would hate for him to feel that way"

"Uncomfortable? Darling am I making you feel that way?"

".....n-no definitely not"

"Darling? Sorry, am I missing something?"

"Oh yeah, he's my darling, or my boyfriend"

"B-boyfriend? Really?"

"Yep! We got together yesterday"

".....y/n, she isn't.....forcing you into this is she?"

"Hey! I would never, Who do you think I am?"

"To be completely honest, you threatened to kill us multiple times"

"Yes and I definitely would if any of you hurt y/n"

"............"

"But I'd never do anything like that"

"Y-yes she's right, I was the one who confessed actually"

"Oh really?"

"Yes, I had a crush on her for a while and decided to act on it.....i-i love Veronika"

"Awwww that's so sweet darling, I love you too"

"I see, I apologize for misunderstanding, I wish you both a happy relationship"

"Thanks hu"

As the zither player went away, Veronika looked at you and smiled brightly

"Thanks so much for defending me darling"

"It's nothing, like I said I love you"

[goddessinnerglow]

Become Your Best Version Before 2025 - Day 11

Taking Care of Your Body

Hi Goddesses! How are you feeling today after focusing on regulating your emotions? It’s a big step, right? Knowing that we can handle whatever comes our way gives us so much more power. But today, let’s shift gears a little and talk about our bodies, our physical well-being. After all, emotional regulation and physical health are like two sides of the same coin. They feed into each other.

I’m sure you’ve heard it a million times: “You need to take care of yourself.” But, let’s be real, it can be hard to know where to start. Sometimes, health can feel like one big overwhelming task. Whether it’s exercise, eating better, or just getting enough sleep, there always seems to be something else that gets in the way.

Let’s start with a truth we can all agree on: health isn’t about drastic changes that leave you feeling burned out. If you’ve ever tried to stick to a crazy fitness routine or overhauled your diet only to feel completely defeated by the end of the week, you’re not alone. I’ve been there too.

Let me share some real-life, totally doable ways to make healthy changes that actually stick.

Starting Your Day

Instead of jumping into an intense morning routine, try this: When you first wake up, before even checking your phone, take three deep breaths and stretch your arms overhead. That's your baseline. From there, you might naturally want to add:

A glass of water with lemon

A 5-minute gentle stretch

Opening the curtains to get some natural light (game-changer for energy levels!)

Making Movement Fun

Here's a secret I wish I'd known earlier: exercise doesn't have to feel like punishment! Start by finding what you enjoy:

Love chatting? Make walking phone calls your thing

Enjoy music? Have a 10-minute dance party while cleaning

Like structure? Try the "commercial break challenge", move during every TV commercial

Work at a desk? Set a timer for hourly 2-minute stretch breaks

Better Sleep Habits

Remember: good sleep makes everything else easier! Here's what works:

Create a relaxing bedtime routine, dim lights an hour before bed

Keep your bedroom slightly cool

Try reading instead of scrolling on your phone

Use the 10-minute rule: just lie down with no pressure to sleep, often you'll naturally drift off

Simple Nutrition Changes

Instead of restrictive diets, try these gentle additions:

Add one fruit or veggie to whatever you're already eating

Keep a water bottle where you can see it

Try filling half your plate with vegetables when possible

Keep healthy snacks handy for hungry moments

Combining New Habits With Old Ones

Here's my favorite trick: attach new healthy habits to things you already do:

Do counter push-ups while waiting for coffee

Stretch while watching your favorite show

Take the stairs when checking work emails on your phone

Drink water every time you check social media

Tips That Really Work:

Track your habits without judging yourself

Celebrate small wins (seriously, even taking the stairs counts!)

Have backup plans for busy days

Find a friend to check in with (anyone in the comments want to pair up?)

This Week's Challenge

Pick ONE thing from any category above that feels almost too easy. That's your starting point. For example, I started with just the morning stretch - three days later, I naturally wanted to add water, and a week later, I was craving a morning walk.

Share in the comments: What's your ONE thing going to be? Remember how we talked about being gentle with ourselves yesterday? That applies here too! No pressure to be perfect, we're just adding tiny doses of goodness to our days.

P.S. Don't forget, it's totally okay to modify any of these suggestions to fit your life. The best healthy habit is the one you'll actually keep doing!

See you tomorrow for Day 12!

♡ ☆:.｡ Keep glowing, babes! ♡ ☆:.｡ With love, Goddess Inner Glow.

[kingdoms-and-empires]

Wrath Of An Empire Review (Sci-Fi Epic!)

I recently had to go travel and read a few works that I never got around to reading but was interested in.

PLEASE REMEMBER THIS REVIEW IS DONE BY ME AS A READER AND IS MY OWN OPINION.

This means I will review in accordance to my own tastes, how the game caters to me, and what I feel. Do not take my word as gospel, what I may not be interested in or dislike, may be what YOU are interested and love!!!

@wrathofanempireif

Review;

The Good:

While I was playing, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was playing one of Hosted Games top games. It takes the formula we're familiar with Hosted Games and simply delivers what I can only describe as a modern classic in the making. And it's helped by the fact that it'll stand as one of the few sci-fi space epics out there in the IF space. Of which the author is already a part of with his The Operative project.

The story makes use of something called Soft Worldbuilding. And uses it very well, as the terms, factions, names, and even weapon systems just sound right. It also helps that alot of these can be inferred so you could have an idea of what is being talked about. They fit, and it all feels immersive. Another thing that I absolutely appreciate is the simplicity of the story and narrative itself. You can follow easily follow along, and you know what the characters are about. It is a very hard line to tread as an author, and from the advance update i was able to see, the author is pulling off so far! Take for instance minor characters like Orzo and Welf (adults who educate the MC). Their actions, behavior, and dialogue really help the reader picture what type of people they are, while still helping readers guess further into what may have happened in the past with them, something made more interesting with the galactic war happening in the background (dead family, ptsd, horrible periods in their lives before coming to the academy, etc)

Then, after the story helps set up the narrative, the issues at hand, and what choices you may have to make in the future;

NON-STOP ACTION. It felt gripping and intense, keeping me glued to the screen as I wonder what else could happen. It's there that we also see the subversion of the old trope "Useless Adults" as the guards and teachers of the academy risk their lives to bring the students to safety.

The Bad:

I wouldve liked to see more of the father and him as a person, we see from the other characters what they are, who they are, and what they may be thinking, but the father stays as "dad" the entire time. I recommend including more about the father and other similar characters so that the author can continue treading the delicate line of "simple but so good".

The Ugly:

There's several gender mistakes with the ROs, and common grammar mistakes, so par with the course of an IF project lol. I would just like to see more polish. The demo is short atm, and I cant really find faults with it that needs addressing yet, so yay!

The Aftermath:

I'd recommend this to anyone who like space fantasy stories that are sci-fi space opera-esque. I had more fun with this than I did The Operative simply for the fact of the immersion of being a student whose home was attacked by the enemy, instead of being a super soldier with a background already being semi-allocated to the MC. I really can't wait for future updates for this title!

[voxofthevoid]

I loved your answer to the Sukuita anon! I’d also like to ask for some elaboration if that’s okay: when you said that Sukuna in the manga says he finds Yuji boring but is borderline obsessed with him, can I ask how you got to that interpretation/conclusion? I myself am a MASSIVE sukuita shipper and yet sometimes I struggle w the ship because it feels like Sukunas hate for Yuji is so,,, rigid? To me it’s not just hate sometimes it borders on disdain/apathy which is a lot less forgiving than a passionate feeling like hate I think? And it narrows down the plausibility of a relationship between them (which makes me sad bc I ship these two BAAAADDDDDD 😭😭). So I just wanna know how you reconciled that aspect of their relationship.

When I ship something I don’t wanna feel like the characters would have to be OOC to be together (I’m not one of those people who can soften a char’s edges in my imagination to make it fit the ship), which Sukuita often feels like. Straight up giving me ship-imposter syndrome 😭 💀 making me ask myself am I being delulu? Do these two chars even have chemistry fr?

I think I’ve just never seen a character like Sukuna call another char BORING this much before. Like damn Sukuna can’t even say he hates Yuji 😭 he gotta call him boring 😭😭 and that makes me wanna kms 😭 😭 I don’t wanna ship a fraud ship so please help me see what you see.

I’ve never shipped something so hard while simultaneously being so confused and conflicted over shipping it.

*pats pats* I can understand that dilemma. Hate is a very passionate emotion, while indifference/apathy is defined by lack of passion. How's that quote go—the opposite of love isn't hate but indifference? I'd also find it harder to get into a ship where one party outright doesn't care about the other, while mutual or even one-sided hate are prime shipping grounds.

But in this case, without any real insight into your head, I'd wager a guess that you're experiencing this disconnect because you have critically picked up on the undercurrents of Sukuna and Yuuji's relationship but are consciously too caught up in what Sukuna says.

He be lyin' though. To himself, most of all. There's a reason I specified he must be in denial in that post you saw.

Sukuna very badly wants Yuuji to be boring. He wants Yuuji to not matter—for his ideals to be foolish, for his will to wither. Most importantly, Sukuna wants to be completely unaffected by Yuuji. He tries to emphasize this so many times in so many ways: he never calls Yuuji by name (except once at the beginning and then at the very end), he belittles and mocks Yuuji at every opportunity, and he says in a variety of ways that Yuuji's boring and inconsequential.

But look at his actions, the way he behaves. From the beginning, whenever he takes over Yuuji, Sukuna tries to do things that will not only bring him joy but also shatter Yuuji, and the degree of his targeted malice only increases as the story progresses. The devastation at Shibuya is a natural consequence of Sukuna's fight with Jogo and then Mahoraga, but that final moment where he takes care to lead Yuuji to the very edge of the crater, taunting him while making sure Yuuji will witness the full scale of the devastation the instant he opens his eyes? That's so intensely personal.

And it only gets worse after Sukuna switches to Megumi's body; there are glaring contradictions between what he tells Yuuji and how he acts/reacts. Honestly, even his interior monologue contradicts what he says half the time. Both in the last few chapters of "Cursed Womb: Under Heaven" and "The Decisive Battle in the Uninhabited, Demon-Infested Shinjuku," there's a running thread of Sukuna verbally dismissing Yuuji while actively being shocked, offended, confused, and even cornered by his actions. And whenever the battle narrows to just the two of them, you have Sukuna continuously needling Yuuji to get a rise out of him, while Yuuji's fixated on just tearing into him and saving Megumi—until Yuuji's domain expansion, that is.

The crux of it is there in Chapter 248, explicitly realized by Sukuna himself. Sharing a body with Yuuji, their souls coexisting in excruciating proximity, forced Sukuna to understand and be aware of Yuuji in a way that's deeply uncomfortable to Sukuna, both because of his character and because of how diametrically opposed Yuuji's values and ideals are to Sukuna's nature. Even the very act of understanding Yuuji discomfits Sukuna. Naturally, he resolves to shatter those ideals and Yuuji himself.

Yuuji's DE and its aftermath also illustrate this. You have Sukuna outright saying he feels "absolutely nothing" about the humanity Yuuji showcased only to become incandescently angry the instant he perceives Yuuji as pitying him. There's nothing apathetic about the way he resolves to tear apart everyone Yuuji loves before killing him; he even admits out loud that he's surprised by the intensity of his hatred.

Fundamentally, Yuuji changed him, and Sukuna fucking hated it the entire time—the premonition, the process, the result. He's so insistent on Yuuji meaning nothing because to accept otherwise challenges the very foundation Sukuna built his existence on. To him, Yuuji is an existential threat, and we see it realized in the afterlife scene, where Sukuna admits to wanting to try a kinder path in life. That's one hell of an admittance coming from him, but it's also an admittance he could only have made in death, in loss.

In the end, he died cradled by Yuuji, verbally rejecting him using Yuuji's own words while simultaneously acknowledging Yuuji by using his proper name. And ain't that sukuita in a nutshell?

Even outside of the shipping goggles, they're a central narrative-driving force in the final arc and for good reason.

I do think the development of this relationship could have benefited from (a) the Shinjuku Showdown arc having a tighter focus, instead of being so drawn out and haphazard, and (b) Yuuji's DE and the parts around it being expanded to cover a Heian era flashback as well as more insights into Yuuji's understanding of Sukuna. I read or skimmed like twenty chapters just to put this post together because while I trust my memory, I wanted concrete references, and it really showed how scattered the emotional core of the Sukuna gauntlet is.

[hatefueled]

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

name: boothill ( jericho blackburn )

nickname: silver cowboy , silvergun shura , jeri ( don't ever... )

gender:  he / him

romantic orientation: demiromantic / demisexual

preferred pet names: i think he's okay with most pet names? he likes them in general though and finds them to be incredibly endearing. in fact he uses them a lot too, like sweetheart, darling, lovebug, and honey. but he uses a lot of others too. it varies and depends from person to person.

relationship status: really depends on the verse. but by default he's not in one, and it's usually for the best that he isn't. boothill's emotional availability is low, and he has a lot of difficulties with feeling as if he doesn't deserve one.

opinion on true love: uh. nice in theory. i don't want to say he doesn't believe in it at all because he does. but he definitely believes you have to work for it and earn it.

opinion on love at first sight: if it's out there, he's never experienced it.

how ‘romantic’ are they?: he can definitely be romantic, like he knows what is generally considered romantic. and he knows what he likes, or what he thinks he'd like from other people. but he's not really put it to practice much. so i'd say he is a pretty romantic person, just that he isn't often times romantically inclined. not much opportunity when he's pursuing revenge as intensely as he is.

ideal physical traits: boothill definitely has an attraction towards people who are visually considered beautiful. but i wouldn't say it's all he likes- he's actually very open to a lot of physical traits and appearances? masc or femme, so long as you take care of yourself i guess,,, looking at my ships and my preferred pairs for boothill though i'd def say he likes long hair, long legs, and preferably shorter than him.

ideal personality traits: he needs someone who's stubborn, confident, and willing to butt heads with him. who isn't easily deterred by how difficult it'd be to maintain an idyllic or wholesome relationship with him. he also finds confidence to be incredibly attractive, but overconfidence can be annoying. and man! man he loves someone who's playful or funny. honestly i think its a lot of traits that sort of balance out or mirror his own in a way? idk it's hard fitting all my thoughts in a small space.

unattractive physical traits: boothill's actually not... really too fixated on people in the physical sense. he isn't fond of people who don't care for themselves, or anyone who's got poor hygiene. but like...? he likes a lot of different body types, and a lot of different features and parts of people. he has favorites, but if you don't have those features he likes best it wont ruin your chances entirely??

unattractive personality traits: overly clingy or controlling people who don't respect his space. a lack of confidence is pretty unattractive too, as well as an excess of confidence bordering on arrogance. just be a decent person, and understand that he's got plans- and has had plans long before anyone else came along.

ideal date: uhh. hard to say ?? go drinking with him maybe? idt he'd find a heist or anything much of a date- it's dangerous, stressful. but maybe something more chill or mellow would be nice.

do they have a type?:  people who are as stubborn- if not more so than him.

average relationship length: short to non-existent. again. realistically boothill is not really good at relationships and he's not seeking them out. so when he has one he isn't prepared to nourish it and make it last very long. so it really depends on who his partner is and how they handle him.

preferred non-sexual intimacy: hair brushing. that's a big one. and probably just laying or sitting there with his partner there as company. hm...

opinion of public affection: perfectly fine. he's okay with it.

past relationships?: uh. none. well none outside of any i have plotted out with any of my writing partners. never had much time or interest before- and he definitely doesn't have much of it now lol.

tagged by: @pluumed tyty <3 tagging: @vamprias ( fuji ) , @iedolon , @yuhyeol ( jade ) , @mrrebbit , @oblyvn ( arys ) , @afugue , @halothes , @chaieos ( vere )...

[artficlly]

daughter of the rotsál snippet

hi all, ive been hit with my usual seasonal depression yippe... my goal for this month was to write 50k words. i am currently at 37k on the first draft of the daughter of rotsál. this fic is turning out to be a lot longer than i first anticipated it would be so it's been a bit overwhelming to work on. per usual my imposter syndrome is telling me i'm a bad writer (as is the curse of a creative). thought i'd share a snippet with you all, so here is a full scene where isolde the oc meets bucky for the first time.

in the mean time while i suffer writing this first draft, would you guys be interested in seeing some more snippets or lore bits? i did contemplate writing a one-shot just so i would have something more to post than these ramblings haha. let me know!

Head held high, Isolde strode through the emerging path, ignoring the whispers and stares. 

“Ah, here she is.” Father Dreykov spoke, his hand finding the small of Isolde’s back as he guided her before the Naraki leadership. “Isolde. The bride.”

The Naraki leadership loomed before her, a half-circle of men clad in armour and furs, each radiating authority. The man in the seat was undeniably the Ealdorman Steve of House Rogers. He sat tall, his posture regal yet relaxed, his broad shoulders draped in a wolf fur cloak, his armour battle-worn, streaked with faint scratches and dents. His face was as commanding as the rest of him—a square jaw, strong cheekbones, and a mouth set in a line of quiet contemplation. His golden hair was tied back, though a few strands had escaped to frame his face. His blue eyes settled on Isolde with an unsettling intensity. His wife, Lady Peggy, stood tall and poised, a hand resting lightly on Steve’s shoulder. 

Isolde was sure that if Lord Steve wasn’t already married, she would have been offered as a bride to him instead. Isolde swallowed hard as Peggy’s gaze lingered, her expression unreadable. There was no malice in her eyes, but neither was there comfort. Isolde got the impression that this was not a woman who tolerated weakness—not in herself, not in her husband, and certainly not in anyone who might step into their world.

“She is Idamirian.” Lord Steve spoke, a hint of surprise in his words. 

“Well, yes. She was once before she became a daughter of the Rotsál.” Father Dreykov replied, and Isolde recognised a slight hesitancy in his words, as if he was carefully selecting each that passed his lips. “Do you take issue with this?”

Isolde’s chest tightened.

“No. The opposite.” Lord Steve raised his hand to absentmindedly stroke the stubble across his jaw. “I wasn’t aware that any from Idamir survived.”

They didn’t. Hatred coiled in Isolde’s gut like a mighty serpent, and it took everything in her not to sneer at the Ealdorman. His words were so casual, so dismissive—the anger that roared in her veins was as hot as any molten rock that rained from the sky. Of course the Naraki hadn’t thought of the repercussions; of course, they had thought Idamir extinct except those already married into their bloodlines. 

“I expect most didn’t.” Father Dreykov chuckled in relief. “Isolde was one of the few we managed to save during The Black Dawn.”

“An Idamirian daughter of the Rotsál…” Lord Steve pondered aloud. His pronunciation of Rotsál rolled across his tongue with a rumble, his southern accent thick. “A good choice, priest. I will give you that. There is worth in such a bride. She speaks our language, I presume?”

Yes. Yes, she did. Isolde remembered quite vividly the number of times she had been scolded and beaten for her southern accent slipping through in etiquette classes. The Rotsál aimed to neutralise, ensuring a girl could fit in any and all situations. She had not spoken the language in nearly a decade, so she imagined she would be rusty and stiff in ability, but she had spent the first thirteen years of her life communicating in nearly strictly the southern tongue. 

“No, not that I am aware. The Southclaw is not exactly something we cultivate when raising these girls.”

Isolde held her tongue, but annoyance swept through her. Her knowledge of the language would have to be a surprise for her husband once they were wed. Her husband… she wondered which of the armed thegns positioned around and behind Steve would be him. They all had an equal bulkiness to their stature, pure muscle and strength, lined with scars. She did not dare squint too closely at them nor meet their eye. 

“A shame. She will have to learn.” Steve replied with a sigh, settling further into his seat. “What exactly do you cultivate in a bride, priest? I have only ever known your Rotsálian daughters to be assassins, or they meddle in politics that aren’t their own, dressed up in riches to disguise the fact that below it all, they are just simple whores.”

The casual way in which Steve spoke to Father Dreykov astonished Isolde; it was as if disrespect dripped from his every word. It was a carefully constructed vision of mutual respect between the two; that was for sure. All for the sake of alliances. Yet Steve seemed eager to push the boundaries, prodding at Father Dreykov in the hopes that he may pop. 

Isolde’s eyes shot over to look at Father Dreykov, equal parts shock and equal parts horror seeping through her neutral facade. Father Dreykov, to his credit, had not gone red in the face; rather he puffed out his chest and let out a strained chuckle. “That is why daughters of the Rotsál are so special, you see… they are trained to be anything you need them to be. I would not… doubt their prowess.”

Lord Steve’s curiosity peaked, and he leant forward in his seat. “So this one is a bride, but if required, she can be an assassin? A whore?” 

“If that is what you want from her, then yes.”

Steve leant back in his seat once more with a chuckle, looking over his shoulder at a warrior who stood half-drenched in the shadows. “You hear that, Bucky? An assassin in your mix. Is this to your liking?”

Steve’s words hung in the air, a strange blend of jest and command, and as the name was spoken, the figure in the shadows began to move. Slowly, deliberately, the man called Bucky stepped forward, peeling himself from the darkness like a predator emerging from its den. The flickering firelight from the torches cast sharp, angular shadows across his face, revealing a visage that seemed carved from ice.

The infamous Bucky of House Barnes, the White Wolf, the Vetur Soldat, Thegn and Warlord was every inch the Naraki warrior. His shoulders were broad, his frame tall and imposing, clad in dark leather armour. The left pauldron bore faint, jagged etchings in the Naraki style, designs that marked him as a warrior of high standing, though not overly ornate. Across his shoulders a mantle of white wolf fur, its edges worn and weathered by years of riding beneath ash-laden skies

His face was a harsh masterpiece, handsome in a way that unsettled more than it comforted. A strong jawline was covered with stubble, two days old, Isolde estimated. His cheekbones were sharp, his nose slightly crooked—broken at least once in his past. The most striking feature, however, were his eyes: cold, piercing, and unrelenting. Steel blue, they cut through the dim light. They were the eyes of a man who had seen too much and felt too little, who measured the world and its people with a calculated detachment.

His hair, dark and shoulder-length, was pulled back loosely, a few messy strands falling forward to frame his face. A scar ran from the corner of his jaw up to his cheekbone. His left hand rested on the pommel of his sword, the leather-wrapped hilt worn smooth from use. 

“She looks too weak… too small to do any real damage, don’t you think?” The man replied, his tone callous and cold, though edged with a cruel amusement. A rumble of laughter passed over the tent. His expression barely shifted as he scanned her from head to toe, his lips pressing into a thin line that spoke of disappointment—or disdain. Whatever he was looking for, he did not see it in her. Isolde recognised the undeniable sting of disappointment in his expression. His words, though directed at Steve, were aimed at Isolde, each one sinking into her like a barbed arrow.

“You want a different bride?” Steve queried. Isolde held her breath. Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise, even if it felt like her cheeks burned in shame under the scrutiny of so many eyes. She would never hear the end of it when she returned to Rotsál Manor, denied and dismissed. Spoiled goods. The other Sisters would mock her relentlessly, not even good enough for a Naraki Savage. Would she ever be offered another mission? Or would she be cast away, ruined? How could she look Natasha in the face… how could she face Sister June—

“No. She will do.”

Despite the hatred and the disgust, Isolde found herself exhaling sharply in relief. She would do.

She would do.

Father Dreykov gave her a pleased look, the other Father’s bristling in approval.  

Isolde noticed how Lady Peggy subtly twitched, her nails digging into the shoulder of her husband. The blond man tipped his chin up, meeting the eye of his wife. Then, with a gentle elegance, the brunette woman leant over to whisper into her husband's ear.

“My wife wishes to ask a question.” Steve spoke up, the hint of a smile pulling at his lips. Bucky, who had begun his retreat back into the shadows, hesitated.

“Of course.” Father Dreykov offered with a slight bow of his head. Isolde wondered if the Father’s skin crawled every time he was forced to show respect to these Horselords. She wondered if rage boiled beneath the surface, knowing he had to treat these inferior men as equals. 

“Does your bride have no tongue?” Lady Peggy’s tone cut through the tent like a knife. The crowd shifted in agreement. “Does she not speak? I would like to hear her speak on this matter of marriage before any finalisation.”

Isolde’s eyes shifted to Father Dreykov. The Father, knowing how many eyes lay upon them, subtly nodded his head in permission. 

“I speak, my lady.” Isolde silently thanked Lord Velka that her voice held steady. 

Lady Peggy’s brow quirked in surprise, a delighted smirk pulling at her lips. Even Lord Bucky, in all his indifference, grew still at the sound of her voice. 

“Idamirian… your mother was a healer, I presume?”

“Yes.”

“And your father a blacksmith?”

“No. He was a hunter.”

Lady Peggy’s head quirked in surprise. 

“And you can ride a horse?” 

“Yes.”

“What about running a household, a village? The duties expected of a thegn's wife?”

“Yes.”

Peggy paused, a small hmph passing her lips. Her fingers trailed a pattern across her husband's shoulder, swirling in thought as she continued to assess Isolde with clever eyes. “And how old were you? The day of the Black Dawn?”

The memories flooded back to her. The earth rocked, the walls shaking so hard that dust fell from the roof. Dishes clattered, clay bowls and plates slipping off shelves and shattering by the hearth. The explosion, the boom of it so loud that she thought her head would be split in two…her mother, her face was blurry now, ushering her from the house as the walls caved in. You must go. You must run. Ash rained from the sky, coating every surface. In the distance, a plume of smoke so large, an indescribable mass—

Isolde swallowed back the bitter taste, relaxing her jaw to ensure the words she spoke did not sound through grit teeth. “Three and ten.”

“Which makes you…”

“Three and twenty.”

The question confused Isolde. What was the Lady looking for, evidence that she was unfit? That she was a child, unfitting of such a position? 

“And do you consent to this marriage?”

A quizzical expression slipped onto her face before she could catch it, her body twisting to glance at Father Dreykov as if asking what he made of the question. She found herself stumped momentarily, consent? Why would she need to consent when it was Lord Velka’s will?

“I do.” Isolde finally replied, spine straightening.

“No, do you truly consent to this marriage? You have not been forced or persuaded into this?”

Maybe her confusion betrayed her, or perhaps her tone was not final enough. Her gaze shifted to Father Dreykov once more, brows knitting together before she spoke up once more, more forcefully this time. “I do—”

“Don’t look at the priest. Look at me.” Lady Peggy cut her off immediately, and Isolde snapped her eyes back to meet hers. There was a fierceness to her tone but an underlying worry Isolde could interpret. “Do you consent? You can say no. Tell me, truthfully.” 

The tent had fallen into a hush. Lord Bucky watched her carefully with narrowed eyes. She only now realised that the lid and waterline were marked with a smudged kohl, adding to the intimidation of his stare. Isolde was consenting, wasn’t she? She had trained her entire life for a mission as important as this—why would her opinion, her decision, ever come into question? She had no reason to question her autonomy; The Order of Rotsál knew what was best for her. This was her mission, her path.

“I consent to this marriage, my lady.” Isolde cut back, words final.

Peggy inhaled sharply, then with a tight nod, she turned to look at her husband. It seemed Isolde’s words had convinced her, or at least for the moment. 

Steve looked up at his wife with a smile, eyes wide with unmistakable love. “Wonderful. Tonight, we will celebrate. Come nightfall tomorrow, they will be wed, and our two clans will be bound by blood.”

[pizzabox-box]

How does Fake Peppino and Peppi-no perceive themselves? I assume from the clones post that Fep sees himself as peppino (to some extent), but also knows that he isn't as "real" as the real peppino (and that being real is better? Or is that something Pizzahead told him?) Does Peppi-no still see himself a bit as Peppino, or does he just consider himself the monster that killed peppino?

The best way to describe how Fake feels about himself would be like this:

" I may not be "The Real" Peppino but I'm still a Peppino! And I will try to be the best Peppino I can be! I'm not just some messed up clone... I will prove how good of a Peppino I can be! You will be proud of me! Just you wait! I will show you! I will show you all! "

Fake Peppino seems himself as a Peppino, but at the same time he's aware that he's not the original. He doesn't want to admit it to himself, but the fact that he's just a butchered clone of someone is eating at him.

He doesn't see himself as the monster most view him as. He's just making pizza, what's so wrong about it? There's some doubt and second thoughts but it's deeply repressed. There's no time for being sad when you're running a restaurant!

So now onto Peppi-no, what does he think of himself?

"I'm Peppino! Of course I'm Peppino! I have to be Peppino. People need their Peppino! What else would I be if not Peppino. This is what I always wanted. ... "

But he knows he will never be The Peppino, real Peppino is dead. He Killed him.

"Oh, who I'm I kidding. I'm a terrible selfish monster. I took a life of another for my own selfish desires. No better than a stupid ravenous animal... "

But there's no time for self pity, he has a restaurant to run! "Friends" to meet. An act to put up. He can't risk anyone finding out! So he shoves these thoughts in the back of his mind. But no matter how hard he tries, they come back to haunt him again. Each time more intense and more aggressive.

This song fits Peppi-no very well:

I realized in my last life That I hate the light So I keep running And running I'm trying to hide From everything that's inside This heart that I've tried To erase and wash away all the shame

He regrets what he did, and is trying to hide from the consequenses

Scared to death of what's within There's bleeding kind of beating, deep beneath the skin Feel it rattle, ravage, all my sin Hear it scream behind my chest again

Flashabacking

No alchemy can give me what I wish I could be So I'll try a different body Just a dash of this and that A touch of blood and add some mud My wishes, fears, and painful tears I wonder when I'll have enough

He can't undo what he did. He takes real Peppino's place, runs his restaurant. Worries about how long he can do this.

No form of love can give me what I wish I could be I pray just change me I'm broken, torn, and tattered I'll never be full again I'll close my eyes and shatter My heart, rebuild from the start Dis-gus-ting

Talking about how much he regrets doing what he did, he was fundementally changed by the piece of real Peppino.

Even if I somehow find a way to feel alive, I Realized in my last life That I hate the light So I keep running And running I'm trying to hide From everything that's inside This heart that I've tried To erase and wash away all the shame To erase and wash away all the shame

Didn't know what he was doing until it was done and now he's stuck with the consequences

Stuck in the mud in my mind, if I clean up, I swear that I'd shine I am confined to what is inside Eating away at the thoughts that I'm trying to hide And I'm sick of all this wondering if I even deserve to live I think it's best I rip these feeling out with the rest of it

Hating himself for what he did

The breath of life was my demise I'm cursed until the day I die Perhaps a better set of eyes Will blind me from this sin of mine

taking Peppino's life was a terrible decision, he wants to return to blissful ignorance, before he took the bite

I've been forsaken, I'm breaking, can't take it again So take from me my mind and let me be

Reaching his breaking point. Wants all the guilt to stop

I'm lower than the dirt A worthless Homunculus Sick. of. this.

self hate again

Even if I somehow find a way to feel alive, I Realized in my last life That I hate the light So I keep running And running I'm trying to hide From everything that's inside This heart that I've tried To erase and wash away all the shame To erase and wash away all the shame

self explainatory, he's trying to run away from what he did

Toil all day, till this rotten clay Water and blood just aren't enough To fill my heart up Over and over I try to reshape Crying in shame as I take the pain out Maybe that can change me That can save me

day after day he takes Peppino's form to continue his act, hopes he will weasel his way out of this mess, hoping that maybe someone can help him

I'm broken, torn, and tattered I'll never be full again I'll close my eyes and shatter My heart, rebuild from the start Disgusting Even if I somehow find a way to feel alive, I Realized in my last life That I hate the light So I keep running And running I'm trying to hide So maybe in my next life I'll finally find Find a way to wash away all the shame To erase and wash away all the shame

already went over this, a lot of guilt, self pity, self hate. And he's trying to run away from of it.