#and then by the time i will myself to do something its Not that and then i forget i was going to do that in the first place

[everlastingserenitys]

POSIONOUS LOVEE

summ. oh no! the flower must’ve been infused with something else! now you both had to deal with each other.

featuring (separate). zayne, caleb cw. sex pollen, p in v, creampie, very needy men, some grammatical issues, kissing, NOT BASED OFF THE TRAILER!!!!, fingering, rocking chair oral sex (zayne), oral (f receiving from zayne), cunnilingus, public sex (caleb), 2k wc a/n. don’t mind my horny ass writing these 2 I'm sorry for no xav, raf, and sylus (thats for another time hehe) also the flowers have no significant meaning to them…totally

ZAYNE - JASMINE ݁˖ ❀ ⋆

"does it smell good?" zayne whispered, dangling the jasmine between both of your faces, the petals tickling against your nose for the second time already. you took another whiff, taking in the scent like it was your first time smelling it.

well, thats what it felt like. because this jasmine didn't smell like any usual jasmine zayne would give you.

you nodded and tried to lean in for more, but zayne pulled the flower back, placing it against his nose. you watched as he took a deep breath, letting the sweet aroma rush through him.

and suddenly, in a quick second, his eyes twisted from that dull look to something brighter, a glint of something you just couldn't tell what it was.

you bob your legs up and down and watch zayne's every move, your heart starts to thump louder and louder, the air in the room suddenly feels suffocating, your body is burning up.

god, what was in that flower?

you eyes darted from zayne's shaky look, to the flower still dangling around his fingers. he was feeling the same way too, and now since you both were on the same boat, you had to fix each other somehow.

before you could say anything, zayne got up from his seat and stumbled towards you, caging you with his arms as he stared down at you with a lustful look.

"I dont know what was in that flower, I swore I bought it off a safe si-"

you couldn't handle his voice anymore. your fingers slid against the collar of his shirt and you pulled him close to you, just being mere inches away from each other, his hot breath tickled against your skin and you looked up at him one more time before crashing your lips on his.

"I don't know what it was either," you mumble between kisses, pulling away and catching your breath to look at zayne's hungry stare.

"but it feels so good."

that caused a reaction out of zayne, cause the next thing you knew, you were getting pressed down against the chair, hard. the back of your shirt raising up as zayne slightly lifted you up on the chair.

the impact of the rocking chair was sending you into a spiral. your head kept hitting the back as the chair shook faster and faster. zayne's body weight pressed against you, and the rough leather of the chair scratched your back, you were too much in a daze to even process that zayne's lips already found its way to your neck.

he planted rough, desperate kisses along your neck, lightly nibbling on the skin, his breath was getting ragged, more louder, all you could do was slide your fingers around his neck and pull him closer than you could.

his warm skin made contact with yours and zayne pulled his head back to look up at you, desperation filled his eyes. you trace his jaw and lower your finger further down, staggering it finger against his adams apple.

a shaky breath escaped his lips and zaynes fingers grabbed onto your waist, toying with the waistband of your pants which were already slipping off.

“i’d never let myself near these types of things…” he mumbled, staring at your bare legs on display for him.

“i didn’t think it’d feel like this.” he said in a shaky voice, eyes rolling back at the impact of the aroma still lingering through your bodies, you can’t help but tilt your head back, bucking your hips forward.

zayne inched closer, his nose just lingering on your twitchy clit through your panties, he nuzzled his head deeper between your thighs and glanced up at you before darting his tongue on the wet lace.

you hold back a moan and watched as he practically was sucking out every juice out of you. his fingers—that had been caressing your sides the whole time, slid under your panties and he swiftly removed them.

his hands cup your knees and he slowly spreads your legs apart, taking his time with you like the day would last forever.

“d-do you know how long it—ngh?!”

zaynes tongue made its way back to your leaking cunt, he shoved himself deeper inside you, curling his tongue inside you, trying to hit every right spot.

“hey!” you moan, instinctively thrusting your hips deeper against him, causing the rocking chair to do more than just one thrust.

“hmm?” a groggily hum escaped zaynes lips as he continued his work on you, the drug had completely changed him and you, and fuck it felt like too much.

“zayne ‘m gonna-”

your chants filled the room and zayne kept his grip on your thighs, purposely ignoring every plea that’s escaping your lips, continuing to work his tongue against your already sensitive folds.

you slid your fingers through his hair and gripped on it like there was no tomorrow, a shaky moan left zaynes lips and you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“ah- sorry!” you mumble, lifting his head up to watch for his reaction but his face was the exact same. flushed, and his eyes were still filled with that glint of desire.

“it’s not often i ask this but…”

“hm?”

he let out a sigh and slid his fingers further down your legs, “more? i need it.”

CALEB - BLUE LOTUS ݁˖ ❀ ⋆

“it’s not often we go flower picking, pips.” caleb said, his voice laced with enthusiasm as he walked through the grassy meadows, hands brushing along every long stem that poked out the grass.

“yeaaahh, we’re totally going to find flowers in an area like this..” you say in a low voice, looking at the scenery around you.

there was nothing but grass, maybe a few flowers here and there but it just felt so empty, too empty to even find a decent flower around.

“c’mon have some hope, will ya?” caleb chuckled, grabbing onto your wrist as he started to jog along the path.

“wh- caleb!” you giggle as your legs quicken at the pace he was going at, and too caleb was just aimlessly running along the field.

a few minutes passed and the two of you got tired, neither of you had an idea where you were but the sounds of birds chirping nearby, and the smell of water nearby made you get an idea.

“this way caleb,” you point to a hidden path, covered by the grass and caleb’s gaze follows the direction where your finger was pointed.

he nodded and dragged you through the path. eventually, after walking for a bit you ended up at a beautiful pond, birds flying everywhere and this, this was where you could find nice flowers.

“caleb the pond has pretty flowers!” you walk over to the glistening area of water and sit along the edges, toying with the grass sticking out the water.

“pretty, right?” he said, picking up a flower from the pond and swirling it around his fingers, a small smirk rested on his lips before he pressed the flower against your nose, sifting it left and right.

the petals tickled your nose, you leaned in closer taking a quick smell of it…and it smelt sweet.

too sweet.

in a quick second, your mood changed, it was like you needed more. you lunged at the flower again and took a deep breath, letting the sweet pheromones rush through your body again.

“pips..?” caleb asked, a hint of amusement and curiosity filled his voice, he pulled the flower away from you and rested it against his nose, taking in the smell of the intoxicating flower.

“smells good..” he mumbled, taking more of the scent as he stared into your dazed eyes. you nod and lean in closer, both your lips being centimeters away from each other, it’s just the flower that was in the way.

you look at the flower and back at caleb whose eyes are locked on you. you rested your fingers on his hand that was holding onto the flower and subtly grazed your fingers along his hand, and soon, pushed the flower away.

the second the flower fell on the ground, caleb grabbed onto your face with fierce force and crashed his lips on yours, his tongue darting at the small open space between your lips.

he was devouring you.

devouring you like a fucking animal.

you didn’t realize that you both were on the ground, caleb’s hand rested on the back of your head as he continued pressing himself against you.

“what is this pipsqueak?” he mumbled, sliding his free hand along the curves of your body, soon making its way to the waistband of your pants, lightly tugging at it.

you let out a low hum and grab the flower, twirling it between your fingers as you stared at caleb who was already removing your pants, he was practically ripping them off like it was something he strived for survival.

once your lower half was exposed to Caleb, he slid a finger against your twitchy clit, rubbing and pressing on it, a wave of pleasure washed through you as you slightly lifted your hips, silently begging for more.

whatever it was doing this to you, felt too good, way too good. his fingers felt like it was the first time he's doing this to you. after a bit, Caleb pulled his fingers out, watching the mess drip down on the grass and on his fingers.

he lifted your legs above his shoulders and pressed himself against you. the rough fabric of his pants made contact with your exposed, leaking pussy and a spark of shock went through you.

Caleb continued to dry hump himself against you, to get the tension up but his hands were rejecting him to stay put, he slid a hand off your ankles and placed them on his belt, removing his pants in a quick movement.

"it feels good pipsqueak..." he mumbled, pulling out his cock and pressing his leaking tip against your stretched out cunt. you whine in response and Caleb pushed himself deep inside you without warning you.

"so good, it feels–ngh so, soo good"

whines and moans echoed through the secluded forest, there was no audience around but it felt like anyone could walk in by now. you nod repeatedly thrusting yourself deeper inside him, not caring that you're outside, the butterflies in your stomach started to beat faster and faster.

"gonna come..." Caleb groaned, grabbing onto your ankles tighter, as he thrusted himself deeper. the feeling of you getting filled up by him felt too good, he continued to fuck in your leaking pussy, drooling with his cum which was seeping out of you each thrust he gave.

Caleb grabbed onto the flower which was resting on your chest and gave it a quick smell, again. he then took his other hand off your leg and plucked each petal one by one, scattering it all over your body.

"im close ca-" before you could finish your sentence you felt his soft lips make contact with yours, except something was in the way. you winked open an eye and noticed the plucked out flower resting between the two of your lips.

"let it out..." he whispered between kisses, wrapping his hands around your neck as he pulled you closer than ever, letting you savour every second of this unexpected desire.

a/n. so sorry you could tell who the favorite was, I will practice on my zayne smut later

[leclerc-hs]

Chalres x Reader(Brothers best friend)

Reader is Charles younger brothers best friend she has always had a crush on Charles but Charles never seemed interested one day there's like a pool party she wears a very revealing sexy bikini and Charles takes notice of her

All the smut please ✨️

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader word count: <900 warnings: smut smut smut, language, 18+ author's note: sorry its kinda short!!! just kinda dove straight into the smut LOL, maybe one day I'll make another version of charles x brother's best friend but this is all I had time to do for now!! xoxo ◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤

You had always been Arthur’s best friend. His sidekick, his shadow. The girl who spent endless summers barefoot at the karting tracks, grease smudged across your skin, weaving yourself into every corner of his life.

You were a constant. A staple.

Another Leclerc, almost. A little sister.

And Charles had never thought twice about it. You were harmless. Safe. Comfortable.

Until now.

Until this party, where you were dripping wet from the pool, the tiniest soft red fucking bikini clinging to your body, laughing loudly at something Arthur said.

It was hardly a swimsuit. Two ragged slivers of soft red fabric, stitched together and tied at your hips in shoulders, would be a better way to describe it. 

Scraps. That’s all it was. Every knot, every flimsy tie, looked like it was one tug away from coming undone.

Indecent, barely there. Exposed.

And so goddamn beautiful it knocked the air from his lungs.

Charles nearly dropped his drink, fingers spasming around the bottle in his hands, as heat pumped in his chest.

He tried. Tried to ignore it as long as he could all day.

But the second you wandered inside alone. Wet, shivering, in nothing but those flimsy scraps of fabric. He snapped.

He followed you inside before he could think better of it, the door clicking shut behind him sharply.

You turned, surprised, smiling like you didn’t even know what you were doing to him.

And he fucking lost it.

One moment he was standing across the room, the next he was in front of you, hands grabbing your face, mouth crashing onto yours like he needed you to breathe. A kiss that tasted like anger and hunger.

You gasp, stunned, but melted into him almost instantly. Fingers slipping into his wet hair like you’d dreamed of this a million times. You have.

Charles pulls back slightly, panting. “This,” he gasps. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

You stare up at him, body trembling. “You don’t even know,” you whisper. “How long I’ve wanted this.”

He groaned. Audibly groaned like it hurt him.

“I never,” he chokes, kissing you again, harder. “Never thought of you like this.”

“But you’re still kissing me,” you whisper.

And you whimper into his mouth, hips rocking into him like fucking instinct.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Always were.” He mutters, eyes dragging down your body like he hated himself for even looking. But he couldn’t stop. “I just…can’t fucking stop.” He crashes his mouth back over yours.

Charles didn’t ease into you at all. No. He shoved deep inside of you with a brutal, desperate thrust that knocked the air from you.

You cried out, clutching his back, nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck,” he rasps, forehead pressed to yours. “You’re gonna kill me.”

He stayed buried for a second, grinding slowly, making you feel every fucking throbbing inch of him.

“You have no idea,” he groans. “How fucking long I fought this.”

You whimper, clenching around him.

“Used to look at you,” he pulls himself out of you, before slamming back into you, hard. “And tell myself you were safe. You were just Arthur’s best friend.”

And he thrusts deeper, harder, making you moan out loud.

“Harmless.” He laughs at himself. Like he’s angry he didn’t see it earlier.

You sobbed his name. Over fucking whelmed by the pace of his hips. The feel of his cock stretching you.

“Now all I can think about is bending you over every fucking surface possible.” His hips snap harder, making you sob out.

“Can’t sleep without seeing you spread open for me,” His voice is filthy in your ear. 

Your walls clench around him, body shaking from how hard he was fucking into you. Like he wanted to punish you for it.

“Fuckin ruined me,” he hisses against your skin. Fisting your hair and yanking your head to look at him. “You’re mine now, you get that?”

You nod fast. Frantic. Tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

“Say it,” He orders. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“Yours,” your voice breaks, a moan slipping through.

He lets out a filthy groan, fucking you harder, slamming into you until you couldn’t see straight.

“Supposed to be my sister,” He mutters, delirious from the squeeze of your cunt on his cock. “Now all I wanna do is put a baby in you. Fill you up so fuckin full of me.”

And your orgasm crashes into you violently. Ripping through you as you clench around him. Gripping him harshly.

He curses violently, coming with a low groan, grinding into you harshly as he spills into you, filling you full, hips thrusting like he couldn’t stop.

“This doesn’t end here, y’get that?” He rasps. “Think one times enough?” His mouth frags over your jaw, biting into your skin.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” Still grinding into your soaking cunt. “Gonna fuck you so many times you’ll never want another guy again.”

You moan, body trembling. 

“Gonna make you come over and over, until you’re crying for me.” His thrusts don’t stop. “Gonna take you home. Fuck you all over the place if that’s what it takes.”

Then he grabs your hips, slamming into you again. Starting all over again.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Gotta say I used to extensively comment on fics and not just a few words but did some fairly long detailed comments on what I liked but recently I started to get less and less replies on them despite authors (relatively popular ones) sometimes replying to others. And while I understand that author doesn’t owe me anything it did quite demotivate me from leaving as much comments. Why bother if nobody cares in the first place? I know its an unhelpful mindset but I can’t shake it. Any advices?

hi!

as an author who likes to comment on others' works but is notoriously bad at replying to comments I receive on my own works, I can guarantee that 99.99% of writers read the comments they receive and, even if they don't reply back, they love and appreciate your kind words more than you know. I know this may sound cliche and all, but I can wholeheartedly say this because it's true for me, as an author.

yes, I admit that I don't always reply to comments I receive, but it's not because I don't appreciate or care about them. I read them, mostly several times each, I screenshot them and save them in a special folder so I can always come back and read them again. there are just so many kind comments I receive that make me smile to myself for minutes even though I don't reply back. some of them actually make me shed a few tears of joy.

thing is when us authors don't reply to comments we receive, it's mostly because;

we don't know how best to respond that will let the commenters know how much we appreciate them. because if the comments are several paragraph long (we LOVE that!), and we only reply with "thank you so much", then it sounds too short for us. (I know this because I sometimes spend so long thinking about how best to respond that will let my commenters know how much I appreciate them that I sometimes end up don't respond back.)

sometimes we are overwhelmed by several comments from several readers, and responding to all of them are too overwhelming. but we read, love and appreciate each and every single one of them very dearly.

sometimes we reply to some comments and not the others, because maybe we have little free time where we can only reply to some people, or maybe there's something about some specific comments that makes us respond back. but this does not mean we don't care about comments we don't reply back.

sometimes we're simply exhausted from stuff in our lives and replying to comments take time and energy, depends on how long the comments are / how long we want our responses to be / how many comments we receive, etc

writing is hard, but sometimes finding the right words to reply back to comments can be even harder, especially when we want to write several paragraph responses back just to let them know how much we appreciate them. and unfortunately sometimes us writers just don't have enough energy left.

but rest assured that, even if we don't reply, we love and appreciate every kind comment we receive very, very much, and they help motivate us to keep writing.

when I comment on my fellow writers' works and don't get any response back, I know why (for the reasons listed above), and that's totally okay for me because I don't comment on their works just for them to thank me, I do it because I want them to know how I love and appreciate their works, and I believe they do know. and that's really all that matters for me.

so if your favorite authors don't reply to you, please don't think that it's because they "don't care" or that your comments "don't matter" to them.

I mean, of course, I can see why not getting a response back can be discouraging, especially when commenting on writers' works are so encouraged, but as a fellow commenter (yes, I'm an author and also a commenter of fics I love), I always think of it this way; fanfics are gifts we receive for free, we comment on writers' works as a way to thank them for giving us cool fics to read. we don't expect them to thank us back because they've already given us this lovely gift. we comment only because we want to let them know we love their fics. and they know.

your comments could now be saved in your favorite authors' folders and re-read by them over and over again, even if they didn't respond back. they could be smiling to themselves reading your thoughts on their works. who knows? their next 100k word fic could be motivated by you.

[bloominglegumes]

helloooo!!! o/

i love ur art and i would like to respectfully ask for your process? interpret that however you like, but i mostly mean what steps you take to get from a blank canvas to ur finished product? or even just some words on your rendering process!!

aaaa ur art always looks so prettyyy!!! whenever your posts come up on my dash, i always take a few minutes to admire ur style. its simplistic in some places, but your use of shadows and colours make them so visually appealing!!

i love to study your techniques, but i thought maybe i could ask you directly too :D

(p.s. i LOVE ur expression work too! if you have any tips id love to hear them!!)

thank you so much for the sweet message!! <3

ahgfh had a tough time thinking of how to respond to this, i feel like most of the time i just throw things down fsjfjs

i think i freaked myself out a little knowing i was recording but i tried to get a little bit of doodling here to show what i do a lot of the time :)

i guess what i could talk about from this is that i try to focus on keeping my drawings fun and loose, and one of my favourite things i've learned over time is to not get precious about any single idea or sketch or even entire piece,, no matter how good it is, i'll look back at it in a few months or years and think about how i could've done certain parts better, and i'll always have the option to just.redraw something

one of my life drawing profs frequently tells us that we might only get 1 'good' drawing for every 10 that we put on the page,, so i think it's just become a habit of mine to brute force speedrun a bunch of sketches before trying to commit to anything?? which tbh might not be the best strategy fjdjfd bc i think i struggle to make anything 'finished' but :,)

but !! you do you, figure out what you enjoy <3 i'm not too good with explaining fjdfhd if there's anything specific you'd still like to chat about just lmk

[positivexcellence]

Jensen Ackles Gets Us Fired Up for His New Prime Series Countdown

AMAZON'S PRIME VIDEO is in the Jensen Ackles business—and if you've seen his performances on the Prime Video hit The Boys and its spinoff Gen V, you know you'd want this man in your corner too. Not only is he starring in an upcoming The Boys prequel, Vought Rising, but today, Prime Video is announcing Countdown, a 13-episode crime thriller that will premiere worldwide with three episodes on Wednesday, June 25. As part of the exclusive announcement with Men's Health, the streamer also offered up a first look at the series.

Ackles stars as Mark Meachum, an LAPD detective recruited into a secret task force consisting of undercover agents from across various branches of United States law enforcement. They've been assembled to investigate the mysterious case of an officer with the Department of Homeland Security who was murdered in broad daylight without any suspects or leads at the scene. As they hunt for the killer, they begin to unravel a larger and larger plot that could end with not only one dead victim—but millions of them.

The show was created by showrunner and executive producer Derek Haas, who wrote the screenplays for movies like 2 Fast 2 Furious and 3:10 to Yuma, and who brought us the NBC mainstays Chicago Fire, Chicago P.D., and Chicago Med. So at its helm is a writer who knows high octane thrillers—with a healthy dose of levity to balance things out. "I grew up loving action movies like Die Hard, Lethal Weapon, Rush Hour, and Beverly Hills Cop, so those wild character-based, set piece-based action thrillers are always in the back of my mind," Haas says. "I like it when the heroes have a bounce in their step and love their jobs, versus the depressed, I’m-haunted-by-what-I’ve-seen type of characters."

But that doesn't mean Haas doesn't flirt with the dark side of his story either. Viewers, he says, can come for a "crime story with huge stakes, but stay for the drama and the romance and the humor and the twists and all the emotional turns with the characters." But, he adds, "I think they will be surprised by how involved they become with not only our protagonists’ lives, but also the villain’s. When they get to episode 10 of 13, they'll see something they haven’t seen in this genre before. No spoilers!"

Ackles has been acting in TV for almost 28 years, so stunt work, fight prep, and immersing himself in the highly technical aspects of the world his character inhabits is all old hat. But that doesn't mean he's not in the gym prepping as if it's the first time.

"I like to make sure I’m in shape for the long hours and stunt work," Ackles says. "I did do some brush-up on my firearms training; In fact, we went to a training facility in California where Keanu Reeves does his gun training for John Wick." To him, that didn't pose the biggest challenge. Instead, it was getting used the acronym-heavy lingo of law enforcement.

"The police jargon, talking in acronyms, was not something I'm overly used to. We had consultants to help with that," he says. "Most of my questions were about what the acronyms mean and familiarizing myself with the terminology–rather than how to bust down a door."

Ackles describes the series as one with a big, cinematic scope. "The camerawork is mostly handheld which gives the show a lot of energy," he says, "It’s high energy, high stakes, and there’s a lot of momentum that pushes each episode." But he and Haas both point to the chemistry between the characters as the biggest draw.

The show boasts an ensemble that Haas calls "an embarrassment of riches"—one that includes Eric Dane, who immediately became a steady hand and guiding force on set. "We formed a brotherly bond quickly and it was so great to have someone who’s a veteran in series television to connect with," Ackles says. "He was like a North Star for the entire cast." Haas adds: "Eric is a natural, dynamic, thoughtful team leader."

As for Ackles, he's exactly the kind of protagonist Haas has always been drawn to.

"Jensen has that innate natural joy and love for what he does that not only translates perfectly to the character he plays, but elevates everyone around him, myself included," Haas says. "He is genuinely, enormously funny and I would ruin takes by laughing out loud from the monitors 30 feet away. Our sound men Ron and Kevin would gesture at me like Cool it! and I’d just shrug. What am I gonna do?"

If Haas found himself charmed by Ackles, he is far and away not the only one. After his 15-year run on the cult show Supernatural, he's amassed a huge and loyal built-in viewership. What will they find when they tune in?

"There’s plenty of action and adventure but there’s also humor and a lot of heart in the show, especially in the way the characters relate to each other," Ackles says. "Which feels like it aligns with a lot of the things I’ve done before. For example, with Supernatural, yes we were dealing with demons and ghosts, but the heart of the show was the brother’s relationship, that they would die for each other, or for the greater good. I think there’s a similar theme here. These are outcast officers that don’t necessarily find comfort with their unit, they’re renegade mavericks in their departments, and they see themselves within each other. I think the fans will react to that."

[janejennyojeny]

Last pic really sold it for me, the location is almost poetic

Would yap about it but fuck it

Lately i wish everyone would just shut the fuck up for real

There will be presidental election soon in poland and everyone is so fucking opinionated about every little thing, people are so hateful and so so wrong on many topics

Arguing with someone who doesnt value basic human rights just because it does not affect them is so exhausting and you will never win

People lack empathy and imagination, they choose whatever candidate promises them the most - what would profit them the most (those postulates will never come true anyway)

Medieval beliefs are still strong in peoples minds and it shows

Dont even say a thing about women who vote far right, its like chickens voting for kfc what the actual fuck, why are you voting against yourself

Internalized misogyny in women is funny when you watch a video on the internet

But when you actually talk to a person that delusional its truly terrible to hear, and they believe it so strongly too, you will not win

I wonder if its a true belief or something for the male gaze

If its the second one Id lay it off, there is nothing easier for a woman than getting a man. You do not even need to try impress them anyhow, just be, they will always orbit around you whether you care or not

This guy i know that was always so nice and "prowomen" suddenly showed his true face after getting absolutely destroyed in a political argument, just by facts and logic

Now all he does is send misogynistic memes that put women down, of course to make other guys laugh cause "women ☕️", but when you send one meme that makes fun of men, oh boy, you would not believe the shitstorm

good thing is that I managed to convert one of those conservative guys into giving up the vote for someone who cares for us as a collective, for the less fortunate ones, someone who will not sell this country again. Candidate for millions not millionaires. Thats a win cause you would not believe how much talking it took to actually convert someone to turn 180 politically but Ive done it

Thats all I had in me though, recently left some groupchats just cause im generally tired of people, the more i meet, the more we talk, the more they reveal themselves to me, the more I accept the fact that I may be an outcast for a long time

Maybe i need to be more accepting, maybe people need to get their shit together and priorities straight. Maybe a little bit of both

We'll meet in the middle someday, hopefully. Otherwise Ill stick to myself cause I do not plan to lower the standards, not yet anyway. anyone thats "nice" "okay" "fine" "cool" is a no, its not nearly enough.

I want fire within someone's eyes, huge heart, painful honesty and the soul needs to shine through and blind my ass. whether its love or friendship

Maybe thats delusional as well, maybe not

Maybe I do not understand human relationships all that well to appreciate less, maybe I aim for something impossible, maybe i do not deserve it yet, maybe there are no rules or invisible threads that connect people and we just bump into each other randomly, and some just get lucky enough to experience the real thing that lasts

A lot of maybe, only one thing is sure - I will get answers sooner or later, life has a way about it and reveals stuff to you if you listen

Just said i dont wanna yap and i yapped all the way so, fuck it. no one reads it anyway and i can let out some steam

In case i dont see ya, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight

[bloodchapell]

castle of sand — senku i. 16: stone world adoption

brief summary: all about baking iron and cooking ramen

what to expect: just fluff, minor mentions of suicide(?)

your sword's note: kinda mixed two different days together but it makes sense better like that in my head so meh, all past and future parts + playlist of this series available on my mistresslist

Manpower was a must-have.

"If I was a villager, I would mind my business and not join us." You said sitting with your arms crossed. 

"Well that's just about what they think." Chrome shrugged. "In your time, how would you get people to do what you wanted?"

"That is in itself a whole discussion. Let's see, pure mutual collaboration and interest, manipulation, torture, slavery, late-stage capitalism, that was the one we experienced." You said with your hand on your chin. "It was a system which originated as a form of exchange, for example say you have this brilliant rock that was really hard to get and its really rare, you would not exchange it for something like a simple plate of food, instead it would hold a higher value. People eventually would have no way to carry all their important objects with them and so, a placeholder for value was created: money, whether it was coins, little circular shaped metals that indicated different values, or bills, made out of paper, a flat material derived from plants. Powerful people would exploit those with less resources and force them to work in order to access necessities like living and food." 

"What, that is bad, not in the good way..." Chrome said, baffled. 

"See how you can just build your own stuff in this world and no one owns anything? In our world, you had to do work in exchange for money, and with that money you could pay the government for a piece of land, you could acquire food that someone else hunted and transported to you, things like that. I do not precisely agree with that economic system, not in a Tsukasa way, but with a more utopian view."

"Damn." Chrome shook his head. 

"It's about balance." You smiled. 

"What a commie." Senku shook his head. 

The day went by slowly. Suika was assigned to spy on the villagers and what they could want in exchange for helping with the hellish oxygenation of the iron sand baking. You came back from the river after a quick shower, drying your hair, and sat in front of Senku so he could brush it with his fingers. He thought again of your hair getting longer, it was something that plagued his mind in a rather simplistic manner, not overly obsessive or subtly, simply prominent and lacking any depth. He brushed your hair, with efficiency, the efficiency of almost a year of doing so every day. 

"I haven't heard you say 'what is it that you are doing' in the longest time." Senku called, pulling your head back so you could look at him upside down. You blinked erratically, then laughed.

"I know what you are up to these days, no need to thread myself like a badly sewn patch onto your activities." You looked at him upside down. "You don't despise me anymore to shush me away, ah, the days of long forgotten loneliness, what a hazy memory of the past, but is it only a memory if the ever-instantaneous moment remains stretched as time blends within itself?"

"Back to the rambles, if you are fully recovered from the hardships of life, how about you make me a sandwich."

"Men used to go to war, you know? Now all they do is complain." You pushed his head. 

"What is a sandwich?" Suika came back rolling around. 

"Suika!" You exclaimed happily, dropping to your knees dramatically to hug her. "Senku, we are inventing bread, Suika wants a sandwich." 

"I thought you were far too young to be a mother and all of that." Senku huffed.

"Well yes but she was born already, there is no sending her back to the children’s factory." You shrugged, taking the girl's hand. "Honestly though, I don't want to take the place of Suika's actual mom."

"I didn't meet my mom or dad." Suika whispered unaffected. You dropped to her feet when hearing that. 

"Suika, let me adopt you..." 

"You are not adopting a kid." Senku intervened immediately.

"That's probably what people told your dad, the only difference is I am not picking up an evil gremlin." 

"Would that really be alright?" Suika asked, probably not understanding what her adoption would entice.

"Of course it would be...." You said defeated on the ground. 

"Okay." With a smile Suika nodded. 

You beamed. 

Kohaku came back from the campfire, and greeted Suika back. Chrome followed after her. 

"I'm adopted!" Suika cheered. 

"Wow, good for you!" Chrome congratulated her.

"Don't encourage this!" Senku yelled. 

"Suika's parents died when she was really, really small, she doesn’t have anyone to take care of her. I think no one is more apt to adopt her, after all it's our dear Kingdom of Science chief, a total professional thinker, a tender and warm person." Kohaku nodded in approval. 

"I am the king of this kingdom." 

It was too late. Senku had to agree to Suika's adoption. 

You all sat by the fire, sharing the fish that Chrome and Kohaku had cooked. Suika shared her intel about what the villagers desired, the sparkly sisters wanted a man, each one specifying what their preferences were. Kind of a dead end with the boyfriend topic, aside from the one who wanted to be fed, which led to Suika mentioning the village glutton wanting more food. 

"If it comes to cooking, I think you got what it takes." Kohaku told you. 

"You cook really well!" Suika also mentioned and Chrome nodded. 

"So what are we cooking?" You asked Senku. 

He stayed quiet for a second, taking his time thinking about what could blow the villagers mind while using the limited resources. It took a while, you didn't disturb his train of thought, and as you waited, Suika introduced her dog to you. You petted it and when it didn't bite you, you were grateful for its trust in you. Senku got distracted by your interaction with the animal, seeing Suika bringing the stem of a plant to play with the dog. He recognized it to be foxtail millet, and explained how something modern could be cooked with it. Kohaku and Chrome agreed, and Suika said she would show you the field where she found the plant in the morning. 

“Goodnight my glorious angel.” You hugged Kohaku, and then knelt in front of Suika. "Goodnight honey, if I could put you to bed I would tell you a bed night story, but I’m sure I will be able to do so later.” You hugged the girl too and she hugged back. 

“You couldn’t even wait until we were actually divorced to make a new family huh?” Senku said with his arms crossed. 

“Well what do you care? Tell that to my lawyer.” You shrugged and he laughed. You both got in the hut. It was organized as always, you laid down but Senku didn’t. “What are you waiting for?”

He stayed quiet and opened the doors of the hut, simply letting the breeze in, his eyes were looking up. “We are back to normality, aren’t we?”

“Oh that, for sure, I had missed it quite a lot.” You sat up and moved to his side by the entrance. “Once again the warmth of home, the sense of calm with the reestablishment of routine, the comfort of stargazing, ah… the summer is approaching, what a hell.”

He shook his head, by that point he was used to it, and had graduated from ramble-ology with honors. Gradually, the exhaustion from the failed iron baking and the lack of proper rest caught up to him, and he started getting closer to the floor after resting on his hands, then on his elbows and finally giving up and laying down, but you patted your legs and after a frown and an eye roll he complied, resting his head on your lap. Almost automatically your hand went to his cheek, caressing it idly while your eyes evaluated the sky in silence. Senku had learned that your silence was as loud as your words sometimes, and he attributed that particular silence to the same exhaustion he had. His eyes diverted back to the sky, but it took more work to look at the stars so he settled on looking at you instead. 

“Why did you adopt Suika?”

“Every kid should have a reliable adult to help them navigate life.”

“You’re barely an adult.”

“I’ll be a bastard and say that between Chrome or Kohaku, I am the best option.” You looked at him and pinched his cheek. “Additionally I am well over millennia old, that shall be enough. Why are you against it, hater? You are adopted too.”

“I would say that being a parent is a lot of responsibility, plus you have known her for two days.”

“Arguably, so is reviving humanity after cataclysm.” You smiled. “Don’t you like single moms?”

“What the fuck…”

“I like you, but my child comes first.” 

Senku laughed. You kept caressing his cheek and looking at the sky. Suika reminded you of yourself as a kid, in an odd way you could not precisely pinpoint. Senku realized too, even plainly from the way Suika would talk about herself, he had seen it before, in you, so it only made sense that you wanted to take care of her, maybe do for her what no one did for you. He sighed, in a manner just like yours, and after a while he pulled your hand. You took a last look at the sky before closing the doors and lying down beside him. 

Once you were lying down too, Senku opened his arms, not in an endearing way, it was more of a ceremonial act, something automatic. 

"We got this, okay?" You said as you hid him in your arms, caressing his hair. "We will cook something amazing, sway the masses our way, save Kohaku's sister, defeat Tsukasa, have Yuzuriha and Taiju back, bring back civilization, all the good stuff. It may feel precipitous or rather untimely, but we surely can, you can, and I will help you along the way too as a dutiful wife who is soon to be your ex-wife, full-time neighbor, first citizen of the kingdom, associate archenemy even, okay? Don't fret, we will sit victorious at the end."

"I'm not fretting." Senku rolled his eyes, his forehead resting against your collarbone, your faint scent making him feel sleepier. 

"Remember that I have known you for virtually most of my life, I came to learn what each twitch of your grimace means, and even so, at the present uncertainty and ominous future, reassurance and support is only logical." You smiled. "I can just feel the uneasiness in you, and since you are embarrassed to engage in normal human socialization and I can't comfort you during the day when we are busy, I will make sure to lift your spirits before we sleep so you don't have more nightmares."

"You won't take no for an answer." Senku said, not a question, a statement.

"That's right! If you really think about it, I'm saving myself, my wife and my daughter from the evil tyrant of the kingdom and his decree of exploitation." You tickled his neck. "Who is also my soon-to-be ex-husband, woah, the dilemmas of the kingdom would entice the best gossip."

"Whatever, just go to sleep. Goodnight."

"You said it first." 

"Shut the hell up."

A few giggles and then you were out cold. He shook his head and slept too, his cheek pressing against you with more consistency than before.

The next day came by fast, Suika knocked on the door of the hut early in the morning, waking you and Senku both. 

"I think it's time we sleep only with our extremities touching, summer is here after all, you are normally cold but oddly warm when we sleep." You said with your eyelids heavy, taking a strand of hair out of your mouth. 

"Ew, stop drooling in your sleep."

"Good morning! Kohaku and Chrome are ready to go to the field." Suika said, opening one of the doors, peeking through the door. "Why aren't you ready? Are you sick so you stay asleep so late?"

You and Senku looked at each other in silence, and got ready in a hurry to not make them wait. The walk was probably the longest part of the journey, Chrome and Kohaku knew some of the spots as you walked around. Suika stopped for a second, leaning down to re-tie her shoes. 

"Do you want me to pick you up?" You asked and she looked confused. 

"Why?" 

"Well, normally that is what people do with kids." You explained and she shrugged. You picked her up and kept walking. "I remember that when I was a kid, my mom made me walk a lot, everywhere, she would get mad if I complained, she walked fast and I couldn't keep up because my legs were too short."

"Do you miss the people from the old world that are statues?" Chrome asked, getting distracted from his conversation with Senku. 

"Not really. Me and my parents didn't get along, and I have no friends." Almost like a reflex you said. Senku frowned. 

"We are your friends now!" Chrome and Kohaku responded immediately. 

"And family!" Suika hugged you. You laughed, but nodded and kept walking, not dwelling much on the topic. 

The field became visible after a while, and once you all reached it, Kohaku started cutting the plants and the rest picking them up. Once the two baskets were full, you walked back to the village and the culinary show started. First, you all had to beat the branches against rocks so the grains could come loose, then wash them, strained it, ground them, and finally mix the powdered flour with eggs to make it into the precise consistency. 

"It is up to you from now." Senku gave you a few bowls and the food, and so you rolled up imaginary sleeves and started working, seasoning, appropriate timing, you even thought of your mom coming home and it made you tweak out but in an efficient way. After an hour or so, the food was ready. 

Suika and Kohaku watched, with a lack of trust in their faces, but Chrome decided to try it, and as expected, his unrefined palate was fascinated, and so was Suika's and Kohaku's.

You smiled pleased, sitting on the ground. You slid a bowl to Senku, and he didn't hesitate to take it. 

"This is horrible..." He sat defeated. "The soup on itself is good, the meat, the vegetables, but these foxtail noodles suck." 

You took the plate and gave it a try, it was like eating grass. 

"It works, we are not recruiting food critics, only primitive people." You patted his back. 

"You are right! Get up citizens! We are building something." 

"Is it a store? A food truck? Delivery app?" You asked excitedly. "I always dreamt of working in a cozy restaurant."

"Food truck, kinda." Senku nodded. After eating, Chrome and Suika went for materials, some bamboo, a pot, cutlery. 

Building the truck took half a day, still shorter than the actual trip to the field of foxtail millet. You cut the bamboo and tied together the wheels, mounted the counter, all while Senku watched and complained about the inefficiency and lack of symmetry despite not participating. 

"I brought this!" Suika showed a seashell with holes, which she started blowing into and making sounds like an ocarina. 

"So this will be our dynamic." You started. "Senku is the greedy business owner who doesn't allow us to eat within premises. I will be store manager, Kohaku is the talkative chef and server, Suika is my child who does homework in the corner and Chrome is the new hire." 

"I like your magic words." Chrome agreed. 

"This is not a school play." Senku scolded.

Soon, the villagers started coming, and you served them one after the other, feeling pleased at their compliments of the food. 

"Look, is the sparkly sisters." Chrome pointed with a gossipy face. "Aren't you jealous that they are flirting with Senku?"

"I am not really a jealous person, but I can see why that would cause jealousy..."

"Why? Is that part of being a thinker?" Chrome asked and you smiled proud at his inquiries.

"Not precisely, I think it is simply within my nature. Regardless, regular people have a hard time fully understanding Senku despite finding him charming, I understand people easily and not only that, I have seen him roll down the hill of insanity and know him as the palm of my own hand, whatever measly conversation he has with someone won't compare to the power and information I have over him."

"Remind me of not getting on your bad side." 

The business was booming, despite no money being involved, you felt satiated with every good verbal review of the food. You took some time to analyze the villagers, who all had very similar characteristics and not much variation, so hence a small genetic pool of ancestors. 

"Ah. This ramen is making me wickedly thirsty. A cola would be great." An unknown voice mentioned. 

"I dislike the idea of soup and soda, get out of my business... No, these innocent people do not know carbonated beverages and their dangerously high sugar levels." You pointed out immediately startled. 

Kohaku, Kinro and Ginro were quick to jump and surround the stranger. Kohaku asked some questions, like if he was with Tsukasa. He introduced himself as Gen Asagiri, and said he was wandering alone, after some back and forth between Kohaku and him, you touched the blonde's shoulder and stepped in. 

"Hey, a beauty! Are you another villager?" Gen asked with a smile, you took his hands.

"Hands too unrefined, for these perfect stitches on your clothes. There are no sewing machines or mass produced pieces in this world, and you don't cut it for having the type of fine motor skills needed. Additionally, if you were truly alone and somehow managed to sew your clothes perfectly, how did you manage to dye your jacket purple? Leather does not normally come in that color, does it? So what natural ingredient did you use?" 

"I used a flower I found around." 

"Lies." You pointed at him.

"I see who you are now! It is a wonder you are alive!" Gen clapped.

"Everyone who eats, works." Senku interrupted and guided the mentalist towards the furnace. His red eyes met yours, a silent acknowledgment of the situation. Your eyes pointed to Gen, asking Senku if you should do something, but he scrunched his nose only so slightly, telling you to wait, so you grabbed Suika's hands and sat down overseeing the operations, cutting in slices a peach you had saved up and eating with her, she took the watermelon off her head and ate the slices. Her brown eyes reminded you of someone. 

Senku approached Gen after a while, once he was exhausted from working, a tactic too obvious, but you remained sitting with Suika laying on your lap as you caressed her hair. The conversation was a pain to hear, lacking complexity and the mental games you would have expected from Gen. 

"Taiju's strength seems to never run out, and Yuzuriha is as diligent as ever, but you know that, right Senku?" Gen smiled wickedly despite the physical exertion. 

Suika fell asleep, so you gently put her head on the grass and walked up to Senku. 

"You actually made Tsukasa believe you killed yourself." Gen mumbled as he worked, your attention and Senku's immediately diverting to his words. "His description was oddly accurate, 'calm ethereal girl, with a turmoiled heart, complicated words, even more complicated thoughts', I'd say that's you. Tsukasa talked to me about both of you, and when he sent me to confirm that Senku was dead, he did not ask me to confirm if you were dead or not, it makes sense."

"You know I can see right through you right?" You asked Gen, approaching him more. "So what happened to you? In your childhood? Was it your parents? They didn't take their arguments away from you, was that it? How did you escape? Is this how you cope, with trying to understand the human mind? How many friends would you say you have?"

"My, you are indeed a scary one." Gen smiled, his eyes closed, afflicted by your words. "It takes an insane amount of pain to deduce that so easily, doesn't it?"

"I bow before you at the mutual recognition." You stood your ground, leaving Chrome and Kohaku speechless after the exchange. After asking one of the villagers if they had recuperated their energies, you grabbed Gen by the collar of his clothes and dragged him to a more secluded area, Senku followed along. "What do you want?"

"What do you mean, dear?"

"Confirming a fact you deduced to be true before even engaging is an easy task, so if you bothered playing along with this all is because your twisted mind is turning its gears. Confess, before I beat you up."

"I have a hunch you would." A nervous smile from Gen. "It was indeed easy, but after seeing all of this, if you make iron weapons, who knows who will come on top. I want to be on the winning side."

"I anticipate that you will give me a grandiose fake speech scheme on your lack of morality and shallowness and contrast the good sides of each part. So before I lose my thinning self control, I will leave this to Senku." You gently pulled Senku to your side.

"It is true, that is truly the extent of my concern. On one hand, there's the scientific creations and ramen and all that. But hellish, back breaking work is just not my style. On the other hand, Tsukasa's settlement lacks science and the food is rather plain. But my work is easy. And if I revive a few hot celebs, I could have the harem of my dreams." Gen nodded.

"What's a harem?" Suika asked, appearing by your side suddenly, rubbing her eyes.

"No!" You exclaimed, picking the girl up. "This part is up to you Senku, if it all goes wrong, I will slap him until he is gone for good."

"You should be grateful for having her grant such a mercy, I would not want to be slapped by that iron fist." Senku told Gen as you walked away with Suika, gently telling her that sometimes it was not good to eavesdrop.

Senku and Gen talked, you heard some of it, most of it was irrelevant, aside from a single word: "Generator". Suika asked what that was, and so you explained, but it developed into a series of questions of what that was and that and that; you sighed but smiled, shaking your head and explaining time after time. 

Night fell upon the settlement quickly, and luckily you escaped participating in the iron baking. Once it was time to sleep, you dropped Suika off at the bridge, hugging Kohaku, then the girl, wishing Kinro and Ginro a good night and walking back to the hut. 

"Get off the ceiling, what if you fall?" You shooed at Senku. Then turned to look at Gen. "Sleep under the hut, in case it rains, don't try anything funny." 

"I thought you hated me." Gen pouted.

"If you offend me I won't react, I know me better than you do." You shrugged and climbed the stairs to the hut. "Do not give me a reason to hate you."

"Bad mood?" Senku asked once he got off the ceiling and closed one of the doors of the hut.

"Well naturally..." While sighing like if you were a deflating balloon, you nodded. "It is easy swaying around a bat like Gen, but it makes me uneasy, it feels as if though we have run away, we are within the claws of evil, like a bad curse, ah I wonder what is the reason behind it, bad luck? My brain is tired, but I want to think about everything."

"Do not fry your brain when we need it, as much as it is a bother."

"A bother indeed, take me back to the days of unconsciousness." You extended your hand as your back hit the floor. 

"I have extremely bad luck, but you bring a new variable to the table, what should I call it...? Maybe 'saved by a millimeter', something ridiculous, but seems to have worked out until now, so we will rely on my science brain, whatever your brain runs on and 'saved by a millimeter' and we got it, plus we have the slaves now... I mean, estimated citizens."

"It sounds like a superpower." You yawned, Senku was looking at the stars, you took a lazy glance before closing your eyes to rest for a second only to fall asleep. It was a curious occurrence, even if your body was exhausted, you could stay awake, but if your mind was only slightly tired you needed to sleep immediately. 

Senku sighed when he noticed you had fallen asleep, so he moved you to a comfortable position and laid down too. His eyes stayed open for longer, trying to make sense of the shadows of your face. You were asleep and gone, so his hand climbed to your cheek, and he simply let his fingertips graze your skin like you had done to him the previous night. 

taglist: @thelonestarinthesky, @bookworm-center, @iheartpieck

[aetherraeys]

OHHHHWHHSHHW WHAT DO YPUBMEAM WE ARE SYNCED UP JABSJAHAKAHAI⁉️⁉️⁉️ IVE ALREADY SEEN A COUPLE W JEGULUS AND ITS OUGGHHSHS DOOMED !!! DOOMED I SAY !!!

all i can say,,, as a compensation,,,, men who yearn,,, are men who earn 😍

-🐠anon

anon ur brain. MEN WHO YEARN ARE MEN WHO EARN. and the ill fated jegulus makes my soul ACHE.

so yes take ur compensation with both hands and raise you yearning barty.

BECAUSE ITS 100% HIS TOP SKILL, BRO WAS BUILT TO YEARN.

yearning obsessed!barty and grumpy!reader who never gives his antics the time of day. quite literally doesn’t give him an ounce of attention—you’re rather disgruntled every time he forces himself into your space. because all you want is some peace and quiet but no.

barty crouch jr has to come barrelling into great hall, all grins and loud chattering and chaos—planting himself next to you as if you hadn’t made it abundantly clear you wished to be left alone.

but to your misfortune, barty was nothing if not relentless—another day, another token. this one was wrapped delicately, decorated with a bow and your initials. he pushed it into your space with a shining grin that made you want to wince away—just too bright.

he slung an arm over your shoulder, leaning into you whispering into your ears as he greeted you—your name leaving his lips like it was just his to say. and when you grimaced at the proximity, eyes darting to where his arm laid on you—far too casual, too comfortable—and then to his face.

gods, was he close.

so close you could feel his breath fanning over your face, could smell the fresh air that had whipped his hair into its mussed state mixing with his own scent. he wasn’t even shy about the way his watched you—eyes flickering from yours to your lips, that held a mild scowl. his own lips stretching into something more wolfish as he watched you avert your gaze. irises shaking—almost panicked.

your eyes rolled as you shrugged of his arm—yet he still stayed stuck to your side, almost magnetised. his warmth seeping through your robes.

plucking the toast from your hand and taking a large bite—simultaneously forcing the package into your still opened grasp as you gaped at him. barty continued to chew unceremoniously brows raising as motioned you to open it.

he smiled to himself when you sighed, grumbling about your toast, yet your fingers were working open the ribbon. the parchment floated lightly onto the table, revealing a book—your favourite book.

how did he know?

your brows furrowed as you examined the copy, you’d never seen one like this before—eyes flickering back to him in skeptic confusion. he just grinned at you, arm inching its way around you again. settling into the pocket of your robe.

he used his other hand to take his wand—pressing it to the surface of the cover. and it shifted, morphed, sparkled as the title floated around, an admittedly beautiful illustration surrounding it in movement.

and there was an undeniably warm sense of pride blooming in barry’s chest at the way your eyes glimmered—lips parting in awe. and he could have sworn he saw the corners of your lips twitch upwards. he was still taking in your reaction, watching as your fingers traced the edge when he murmured so quietly you almost didn’t hear it.

“drew it myself.”

that got your attention—eyes shamelessly flitting over to him. and you were met with a shockingly soft expression, almost shy.

you say wordlessly for a few more moments, eyes still stuck on barty—before you swiftly stood—his hand falling out of your pocket while his eyes tracked your movements.

maybe you’d misjudge him, maybe.

just as quickly as you stood—bag slung over your shoulder, your warmth quickly dissipating from barty’s side. you pressed a gentle peck to the tops of he cheekbones—picking up the book and tucking beneath your arm. your small thank you soft and honeyed in his ears.

and then you were gone.

robes filling with air as you walked swiftly out of the dining hall.

and barty all but melted into the seat—slumping dramatically, tracing the surface of his cheek where you lips had been—heat travelling helplessly to the surface as a cheesy grin split across his lips.

all he could do was watch your figure disappear down the corridor—cheek pressed against the hard wood of the table, a lovestruck expression plastered to his face.

it took him over a week to figure out how to animate his drawing with magic (thank you dorcas).

and gods was it worth it.

[insert-clever-username-1133]

some of these are just general "bad teacher stories" and in some i was not smarter than the teachers i was just. a little kid. but here we go

in 1st grade, i went to a school where when lunch ended, you could either walk in a line to recess with the others, or stay back and walk to recess yourself when you were done eating. the lady walking the line said, "alright, 2nd graders," and i, being a little smart aleck, corrected her to "1st and 2nd graders". this was an unimportant distinction but did not warrant getting lectured until i started crying.

in around 4th grade. we were taking one of those standardized english tests. the really stupid ones. i was reading through the passage before answering the questions so i had all the context. for this particular passage, the first question was something about the second page. proctor (who is not supposed to help) came around, saw me reading the third page of the passage, and informed me that the question was asking about the second page. i informed her that i was still reading the whole passage for the first time. she insisted that i needed to go to the second page to answer the question and argued this point... until i started crying (there's a bit of a pattern here), at which point she told me to stop testing early.

the answer to the question relied on context from the third page.

in around 5th grade, gifted class, we were making a display of things we found interesting based on a theme. like, clay miniatures. my friend was making an organ for hers. cue the teacher saying those aren't that interesting. "i mean, pianos are an easy instrument." my piano skills were my pride and joy in 5th grade.

in 6th grade (still part of elementary school here) my world history teacher was talking about how amazing it is that humans could build huge civilizations while only using 10% of their brains. i raised my hand and politely went, "... don't we use 100% of our brains?" she informed me that i was incorrect, and that i would "learn about these things in science class".

also in 6th grade if one person fell down my pe teacher would always stop the entire class, lecture us on being unsafe, and make us walk laps for the rest of class. this is crazy on its own. during one instance of this, she was calling people back in to play (basketball that day), and i (goody two-shoes who still thought all my teachers were good despite all the aforementioned experiences) wanted to be helpful to increase my chances of getting called back in and thus proving to myself that im a Good Kid. (there was no chance of this happening, she was calling her favorites and i was not.) to this end, i took the abandoned basketballs from the sidelines and rolled them back towards the people playing, thinking that was helpful. the teacher asked who was doing that and i raised my hand, at which point she told me to stop walking and just stand there. I literally just stood in one spot for the rest of class. by the end of this (you know the drill) i was a sobbing mess, so a different lady pulled me aside and tried to calm me down while talking about regulating my emotions. i told her why i was upset and she did not care.

when i was a kid i got a 90% on my kindergarten "what are your favorite things?" test because for the question "what is your favorite animal?" i wrote down "puma" and it got marked wrong because my teacher said a puma isnt even an animal its a kind of shoe

[crowsofdarkness]

Pennywise follows you into the house of mirrors, giving you the opportunity to live out your secret fantasy.

words: 2,326.

18+ CW's below the cut( masturbation with use of a dildo, monster fucking, stalking, unprotected p in v, drool kink, clown kink, oral with female receiving, and slight breath play)

a/n: this is a wild one, i will admit it. but blame it on the dark romance books i've read.

This was so fucked up. 

I shouldn’t be here at the carnival, especially with the rumors of a killer clown being on the loose but that was exactly why I was here. For weeks, people have gone missing without a trace. Anytime the cops questioned witnesses, they all said the same thing: a clown with a red balloon was seen. 

The same clown I’ve seen standing outside of my window and slowly following me in the distance anywhere I went. At first, I thought he was coming to kill me but after the third night in a row of seeing him watch me from my bedroom window as I dressed from the shower, it was clear Pennywise’s intentions were something other than death. 

Fear filled me when I first saw him but very quickly, that feeling changed to curiosity then arousal. The other night when I knew he was watching in the shadows outside my house, I left my bedroom window open for a clear view to my bed where I lay spread wide. My bare cunt on display as I worked my vibrating dildo in and out of it, slowly at first so I could get adjusted to it. It was a new, thicker one, and all I could imagine was a certain clown's cock. When I awoke the next morning from my post orgasm slumber, I found a red balloon tied to the footboard of my bed with a flyer for the local carnival. Something even more peculiar was that the dildo I used the night before was missing. I’d washed it and let it sit out on my nightstand to dry out and when I woke up, it was gone. 

Another thing that was missing? My copy of Haunting Adeline which was bookmarked at the house of mirrors scene. I was certain I had it on the bed next to me but I couldn’t find it. I wasn’t too sure what a murderous clown needed with a dark romance book and a dildo but I tried not to think of it too much because I needed to get ready.

Surely if I had any sense I wouldn’t be coming to the carnival after being invited by a killer clown but the idea of finding him in the shadows had me showing up. 

Like I said, this whole entire thing was so fucked up. I blame it on all of the dark romance books I’ve read. 

The crowds of the carnival were nearly as thick as the fog that danced around me as I pushed my way through. It was a warm summer night in Derry and the breeze blew the bottom of my red dress. I wasn’t much of a person that liked to go on the rides but there was one particular attraction I had my heart set on. Hells Mouth also known as the house of mirrors. Something deep in my gut told me to head straight there. 

“Sorry, excuse me,” I murmured, pushing past a couple who were busy making out in front of the hot dog stand. 

I came to a brief opening of the crowd, breathing in a somewhat clean breath of air and looked around. I wasn’t too sure where Hells Mouth was located so for a second I was afraid I was nowhere near it. But then, off in the distance, I noticed a familiar pair of bright, glowing eyes belonging to a figure that was waving. For a moment, I stood frozen on an intake of breath as the trance he put me under began to grow stronger with each passing second. 

“Such a pretty girl,” Pennywise’s voice spoke in my mind. 

Suddenly, his form was gone and in its place was the opening for Hells Mouth so I followed the path with quick strides, knowing he was waiting for me. If I had any last reservations on what I was about to do, now would have been the perfect time to turn around and run the other way. Instead, I put more of a pep in my step as I came up to the end of the line, only six people in front of me.

While I waited, I hummed a soft tune to myself and felt the excitement fester low in my gut knowing what was about to happen. Well, I may not have known exactly what Pennywise’s plans were for me in the house of mirrors but something told me it wasn’t death. 

By the time I entered Hells Mouth, I was alone since no one else was waiting in line for my group but honestly, I preferred it that way. Almost instantly, my senses were thrown off by the red lights, the loud music, and the amount of mirrors that were showing my reflection every which way. I stood in the middle of six mirrors creating an optical illusion that made me dizzy. Just over my shoulder in my reflection, a single red balloon slowly drifted closer to me and my heart rate picked up, hands shaking at my sides. 

This is it. I was eithergoing to die or get fucked in the house of mirrors by a killer clown. 

I’m so fucked up for hoping it was the second one. 

The balloon made a loud popping noise causing me to jump with a slight yell just as a new face materialized in the mirror behind me. White painted face with red lips, bright orange eyes, and even brighter hair. He broke out into a large, creepy smile, drool pooling off of his bottom lip and a warmth spread between my legs causing me to bite back a moan. He stood frozen behind me, not moving an inch or speaking, completely still and silent. His white and red clown outfit was askew a bit, the bottom of it damp. The faintest smell of earth and water lingered in the air. 

“Say my name,” his voice finally spoke in my mind but he remained still. 

My voice caught in my throat, unable to speak, because suddenly this was very real. If I spoke his name, what we were about to do would be something I couldn’t return from. 

Fuck it. 

“Pennywise,” I choked on a whisper. 

That seemed to finally break him from his state because he was on me with such speed, I fell against the mirror with my cheek pressed up against it. My breath hitched as his warm breath fanned over the back of my neck. 

“Did you wear this pretty dress for me?” He asked with a gravelly voice I’d never heard before. 

I nodded with a whimpered yes. 

“Good girl,” his lips nibbled on the shell of my ear. “On your knees.”

Very quickly, I obeyed his command by getting on my knees with the mirrors surrounding us. Pennywise stood tall as he roughly cupped my cheek to force my gaze up at him. 

“Are you real?” I asked. 

Along with the rumors of a killer clown on the loose in Derry, people were saying it was a figment of people's imaginations. Pennywise didn’t actually exist, he was only what people imagined. That’s how he killed his victims. 

“Is this real enough for you?” Pennywise questioned, stuffing a gloved finger deep inside of my mouth causing me to nearly gag on it. 

I expected him to remove it but instead he made me suck on it for a few more beats, my moans muffled. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my reflection in the mirror and mentally chastised myself for becoming so turned on at the sight of me on my knees for a clown while I sucked on his finger. 

“You’re afraid of me,” Pennywise wore a slight frown. 

I did my best to shake my head while not stopping sucking on his finger but he could see right through me. Yes, I was extremely turned on by him but there was that lingering feeling of fear, of not knowing what his true intentions with me were. 

Bending his face towards me, he gave me a crooked smile now as drool dripped from his lip. I wanted nothing more than to have him drool like this all over me. 

“I will feast on your flesh as I feed on your fear,” he said, putting emphasis on feed. 

A loud pop echoed in the small space and soon, Pennywise was kneeling behind me, forcing me on all fours. He quickly made work of pushing up my dress to my stomach, exposing my red lace thong to him. I knew he saw the wet spot because he made a sickening laugh; one that brought chills to my body. 

“You’ve been such a tease every night. Making me watch you touch this pretty cunt while I couldn’t do anything about it,” Pennywise groaned, his face between my legs from behind. 

I pushed myself towards him, desperate to feel his mouth and tongue against me. I kept my eyes on the mirror to my left since that was the one that showed me everything. Pennywise was on his knees, face so close to my cunt but not quite touching it, and I saw him grip my panties to rip them away from me. The fabric fluttered to the ground and he took a deep breath with that signature smile as he smelled me. 

“Please,” I begged, thrusting myself closer to him again. 

He cocked his head to the side so eerily it brought goosebumps to my skin.  

“What does my pretty girl want?” 

I swallowed thickly while letting my head fall to my arm that was perching me up on the ground. 

“I think I need to be asking you that question,” I said. “What do you want from me?”

A thick silence filled the air for three solid beats before Pennywise wore that far away look again, muttering two words. 

“Your soul.”

Not having more than half a second to prepare, Pennywise wide mouth was on me, his tongue devouring my cunt. I felt sharp teeth graze over my cunt followed by the smoothness of his tongue. I bucked my hips into his mouth, desperate to feel more of him when he stated fucking me with his tounge. It was as if he was starved and the only thing that could fill his hunger was me. 

“Oh,” I moaned with fluttering eyes. 

It felt so good. Never had a human partner ever pleased me this way. 

Turning my head more towards the side, I looked in the mirror to see Pennywise’s face buried deep between my legs, my bare ass in the air. All too quickly, the familiar burn of an orgasm flickered at the base of my spine and I nearly cried because I didn’t want this to end. I needed this to go on forever. 

As if sensing it, Pennywise pulled away from my cunt just before I came and made quick work of freeing his cock from the tights of his costume. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head when I took in the size of it and suddenly worried if it would hurt. I cried out in pleasure when he finally entered me, filling me to the brim. He yanked my head up with a tight grip in my hair so he could force me to watch us in the mirror. The entire scene was sinful. A clown fucking me from behind, my breasts nearly spilling out from the top of my dress from how hard he was thrusting into me, and the blissed out look on my face. 

“Your fear is strong,” Pennywise said through gritted teeth, his grip on my hair and the other on my hip bruising. “It lingers on your skin and I can smell it.”

He sniffed the crook of my neck when he leaned over me, his tongue lapping up the sweat that gathered there. I couldn’t speak, too paralyzed by the orgasm that was about to rip through me. Pennywise removed the grip from my hair to wrap his hand around my throat, nearly cutting off my airway with how strong it was. Stars danced at the edge of my vision when I felt my consciousness slowly slip through his fingers. I was ready to succumb to the darkness, letting it swallow me whole, but before I could, Pennywise removed his grip from around my throat to grip my other hip, now fucking me down to the floor. The sound of skin on skin echoed loudly against the glass of the mirrors along with our shared groans.

I writhed against the dirty carpet, the friction somehow feeling like heaven against my skin, and his cock still inside of me for a very long moment. I expected to feel his warm cum shoot inside of me but there was nothing. I looked at our reflection once more and nearly gasped. No longer was there a clown behind me but a gorgeous human with bright blue eyes and sharp cheekbones. Brown hair soft as feathers fell into his eyes but he made no movement to brush it away. 

“Gonna fill you up,” the human version of Pennywise muttered under his breath, a soft finger pressing circles against my clit.

Neither of us lasted much longer, both sharing our releases together, and I felt his cum leak down my inner thigh onto the ground beneath us. Breathless, I fell completely spent and let my eyes shut for a second to gather myself. Even though I couldn’t see him, I felt Pennywise’s presence loom over me in the red lit room. 

“Open your eyes for me, pretty girl,” his voice spoke in my mind. 

Barley opening them, I saw his clown form in the mirror pocketing my panties before lifting my head up to gaze at him. 

“We will soon take our long rest together,” he wheezed, brushing his lips over mine in a barely there kiss. 

Before I could return it, he was gone, leaving me alone in Hells Mouth. 

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

A symptom of this I often see is that a great many Americans also feel the need to highlight to the entire world around them when something they encounter is Other, or outside of their wheelhouse, and this applies even to the most mundane of things. I have two examples of this:

First, back in 2020, a lost walrus visited the Welsh town of Tenby for many weeks and menaced its lifeboats by sleeping on the slipway. I wrote a lengthy post about this, and included the fact that the good folks of West Wales named the walrus Wally, after the children's book franchise Where's Wally.

I was inundated with Americans reacting with everything from astonishment to derision that the character is not called Waldo outside of America. It was constant. Everything from "Wait you guys call him Wally??? Not Waldo???" all the way to "Are you guys fucking stupid his name is Waldo omg"

Which is very interesting, because Where's Wally is a British franchise. He was called 'Wally' first. His name was translated into over 30 other languages, including Charlie and Jonas, depending on region. Nonetheless, I did not get one single solitary note about the name from anyone else; it was exclusively Americans, unable to keep their amazement to themselves, unable to not highlight and point out that SOMETHING IS DIFFERENT FROM US.

Second, I once wrote a post in which I, a speaker of British English, used the word 'gaol' - the BE spelling of 'jail'. Again, I was flooded with comments, asks, messages, etc from Americans who simply could not fathom why I had done so. Four of them very literally sent me asks that asked why I had done it (I mean this literally - "Why did you spell jail like that?" was word for word one of the asks), so unable were they to work out on their own that spellings differ between dialects. I responded to one, saying that I was baffled by it, and suggesting that maybe the polite thing would be to google these sorts of things for yourself rather than requesting to have your hand held through the process of learning that other places have different words and spellings than you're used to. I said I did understand, but that this was something I myself fetched up against all the time with American media, and had since I was a child - but I simply used context clues to work out meaning, or google when I couldn't, because I get that American English is a different language.

And then two things happened: the first was that a non-trivial number of Americans lost their entire shit at the very suggestion that there was anything at all rude about this (again, I really don't know what answer they wanted to that beyond "Because that's how it's spelled in my language", information readily available with a single google search), and the second was that I was then inundated with non-Americans sharing stories of how they love writing fanfic but they had to start doing it in American English because when they used their own, they would get flooded with comments from Americans trying to 'correct' them, and it just wasn't worth the hassle.

And it's ultimately a 'dominant culture' sickness, I think. When everything is constantly catering to your understandings and cultural expectations, anything outside of it feels Other, and Must Be Commented Upon. I'm Welsh, and I find absolutely any mention of anything Welsh around most English people gets the same reaction; they absolutely have to comment on the Thing They Think Is Weird. Just last week I was discussing a fieldtrip for my students with an English colleague of mine, and I said I was taking them to the Bannau Brycheiniog. He didn't interrupt, to his credit; but he got the stupid grin that I knew meant he was going to comment. He waited until I finished asking for his risk assessment input, and then rather than answering, his first response was "The Bah Bah Bluh Bluh?"

If I'd said an Anglicised or English name, he'd have just continued the conversation. But he didn't recognise the name Bannau Brycheiniog. So We Must All Flag Up That It's Weird.

And that's dialled up to 11 for a great many Americans.

(Though not all, by a long shot. I do want to stress that. In both examples I've given, I had far more Americans who agreed with me than not. But it is a common behaviour, unfortunately.)

im american and i knew that like in kindergarten so i think some of you are just stupid sorry

[adhd-coyote]

Hello!

If you are still open for kissing prompts, would you mind doing Fox/Thorn for impulsive kiss? 👀👀👀

Thank you <3

Always happy to do Fox/Thorn, I love these two so much <3

-

Thorn could tell as soon as he stepped into the office that Fox was being an idiot again. Without a word, he sighed and went to get the first aid kit. "Sit. Now."

Fox half-hid his face in his caff mug. "I'm fine."

Thorn rolled his eyes. "You're favoring your leg."

"It's just a bit sore-"

"You're holding your caff with your left hand."

"I'm ambidextrous."

"I know. But you prefer to hold it with your right hand." Thorn pulled out the kit and pointed at the chair nearest to Fox. "Sit. Or I'm calling a medic."

Fox sighed, but grudgingly obeyed. Thorn nodded, stalked over, knelt next to him, and began removing his leg armor. "Where?"

"Knee. Nothing serious, just landed a little wrong on a jump."

"And your hand?"

"Cut on the palm. Not too deep, just hurts like a bitch."

Thorn hummed as he rolled up Fox's pant leg. "You treated it?"

"Yeah, bacta and a bandage. Doesn't need stitches."

"I'm still gonna check."

Fox huffed, clearly amused. "I know."

Thorn had enough medical knowledge to figure out that all Fox's knee needed was a wrap and some ice. It'd heal well enough on its own in a few days. Thorn relayed that, though he figured Fox already knew, and after wrapping his knee, stood and held out his hand.

"You really don't have to do this, you know," Fox murmured as he held out his injured hand, glove and bandage already removed. "I can treat myself."

"I know." Thorn took his hand and scanned his palm, checking closely for any signs of infection. Once he was satisfied, he grabbed a new bandage, added a fresh coat of bacta, and re-wrapped it. "Anything else? I'll know if you're lying to me."

"Nothing that hasn't already been seen to. By you or a medic." A smile flashed across his face, giving away the fondness he tried to hide behind his exasperation.

"Good." Thorn closed the medkit with a suppressed sigh. "You really need to stop doing this, Foxy. What if you wait too long and something doesn't heal properly?"

Fox softened, and fuck did that look in his eyes always make Thorn melt. "I'm okay, Thorn. Really."

"Yeah, this time. Your luck's bound to run out eventually."

There was that cheeky smirk. "Well, it hasn't yet."

"Yet."

"Thorn-"

There wasn't a thought behind it. One moment, he was despairing at Fox's smirk, the next, he had one hand on the arm of Fox's chair and the other cupping his cheek, steadying his face as Thorn pressed into a half-desperate kiss, the only way he could think to get his point across.

When he finally pulled away, he was panting, and couldn't meet Fox's eyes. "Understand now?"

"Yeah." Fox slipped his hand behind Thorn's neck and tugged him in for another chaste kiss, breath warm against Thorn's lips. "Yeah, I understand."

"Good."

-

Kicking my feet, these two are sooooo fun to write <3 <3

Kiss ask game

[our-queer-experience]

I know this isn't your responsibility, but as you are a member of the LGBTQ community, do you know how to idk? Someone ik is LGBTQ and I don't know how to be accepting I was raised very strict and homophobic, if that makes sense? How do I be accepting of this person when LGBTQ stuff typically makes me uncomfortable bc it's kind of scary which isnt because I hate it or think it's bad it's scary for myself because being homosexual was scary and dangerous for me and I still feel uncomfortable around it and don't know how to stop it.

i get that. years of living in a homophobic environment can etch into your psyche and its hard to untangle that. i would start by engaging with queer media by queer people, especially something that makes you just a little bit uncomfortable. read queer theory!! i dont know what identity your friend holds, but if you can find an anthology of essays and memoirs by queer people, that would be a good start, and then dive into things more academic. its a process. you dont have to rush yourself. take some time to step back from talking about things related to lgbtq people until youve taken in a lot of information and dealt with your phobia (literal definition lol). you got this!!! its always great to see people who want to learn :)

[stoopkidlisteningtocsh]

You are so deeply privileged to feel this way. Western medicine and especially psychiatry were founded on non consenting patient experiments. And deep deep abelism. There are studies that people with anger issues and lack of understanding of others become doctors in america at high rates

Even the good ones are LEAVING because it is so corrupt. The good ones struggle to stay cause its just constantly watching the system kill and harm people.

Woman/afab people, poc, and plus size people are historically and constantly berated by the system because the system was founded on making them more socially acceptable or justifying locking them away from society. Do you remember the diagnosis of female hysteria? Do you know that gynecologist practices were founded on unconsenting slaves? Do you know we dont get any pain killers or prep before because that study said woman cant feel pain down there? Are you aware how many people cannot go to the doctor alone and need an advocate cause certain illness make doctors instantly think your drug seeking? Do you know that in many places you still need permission from your husband to get your tubes ties or uterus removed? And in some places you need to have multiple kids before doing it? Do you know most of the time when a doctor asks about a womans period theres no actual benefit to that expect knowing if they can blame it on hormones or possible pregnancy? Do you know that its 100% legal for doctors to do unrelated shit to you body when your knocked out for surgery, like showing students how to put in a cathider?

Telling someone to give doctors and nurses the benefit of the doubt is genuinely so fucking dangerous. I still go to doctor obviously and i currently have the best doctor ive ever had and i still do not trust her implicitly. I never will for my safety and health. Doctors even if they are trying to be good people, are still being taught outdated and harmful information. A doctor with 100% good intentions could still do something insanely harmful if you do not continue to advocate for yourself.

Its genuinely fucking insane for someone to here the horrific stories of american healthcare and go "but most of them are trying their best!" I dont care! Alot of doctors "best" are actively and badly harming people. I know alot of doctors are tired and struggling and yes the system is to blame. But there is objectively SO much more to this than just "oh my doctor took a long time to come in". No. I know theyre overworked but that dosent excuse a good amount of shit thats wrong. Like oh your so overworked you started doing lectures on unconsenting unconscious patients? Oh your so overworked you label every person in pain as a drug seeker? Well cool because you had a bad day i now will suffer with whatever the fuck you put on my record for the rest of my fucking life

If a doctor is genuinely good. They will understand that you dont trust them. I trust myself and what i feel and that is SO important for american healthcare. The fact that you posted this really shows youre unaware of just how fucking bad it can get. I havent even mentioned how evil dentists are! Or that compared to other countries our pap smears are borderline barbaric.

Imo this is just like saying "guys the cops themselves arnt bad its the system that teaches them to be that way" okay well the system made them bastards! And im going to call them that and be upset at the people harming others no matter what the system has done to make them think theyre the hero. I do not give a singular fuck about intention when it comes to literal life or death in many situations

"I can only speak for my country" i really REALLY hope your not american. And honestly if you arnt it just makes me what to tell you to shut up even more cause like. Okay yeah cool its awesome YOUR doctors arnt the enemy but most people with this perspective are american and have genuine reasons to think this way. The doctors are apart of the system so if the system is fucked than by extention the doctors are too. But to try and say to give them the benefit of the doubt when my medication that i need to live is in there hands, is insane

The negativity surrounding doctors

every now and then I make the mistake of reading comments online under posts that have even the tiniest thing to do with medicine

it’s always one and the same thing about how doctors are parasites and all they ever want is more money and how they don’t listen to patients and they’re all filthy rich and don’t get me started on the shit that antivaxxers still spew out

I can only speak for my country, but doctors are not the enemy. There’s plenty of asshole doctors, no doubt about it. But the vast, VAST majority are good natured people who genuinely give a shit about their patients and are doing their best in a system that only ever works against them.

So who should you really be upset with? Who is really to blame that the wait times are long and that your own pay is shit and that the doctor doesn’t have time to sit with you and listen to you properly without having to work overtime and/or keeping other patients waiting and/or miss out on time with their own family and life?

Some doctors are bad doctors, hell, some are even bad people. Though the bad ones were maybe good before they had to sacrifice a little bit more than they thought they would have to and turned bitter and exhausted when that sacrifice gave very little in return and was often sprinkled with ungratefulness, spite or even abuse.

Because the enemy here is the system. For both the doctor and the patient.

So if your doc is being an asshat and genuinely doing an objectively bad job at treating you, I’m really sorry about that and I hope you can get someone better.

But the majority of healthcare folks are really doing their best for you and have sacrificed a lot to be there and keep trying, even though the system keeps fucking them over.

[callizinc]

HELLOOOO CALLI, I hope you are having a good day!!! :D

I just wanted to talk about something I found, a supposedly cut piece of dialogue, from the purge event.... and I feel so bad and conflicted cause the person I got this from doesn't seem to want attention/interaction, so I'm choosing to not link the post itself, WHICH FEELS SO BAD TO NOT GIVE CREDIT, but idk what to do..... but anywayse

It's this:

Um. Ummmmm

Girl.....

"Everything hurts"??

"I'm doomed to suffer work after work for the rest of my life LET ME OUT OF HERE"????????

UM. GIRLIE.....

Like. Does she just. Not have a choice?? She said this is her destiny. Is she like. Maybe like a. Worker drone?? Cursed to forever toil (beyond death itself, as the watchers have said.... hmmmmm)??? Is this just her god forsaken purpose?

The post also mentions this dude:

(Which, curiously, they mentioned that this pose kinda mirrors ENA being stuck in the cubes at the end.... hmmm)

And like. If you talk to him in the auction area at the end, he also mentions that he was 'born with a purpose' and 'a disturbing relief is now in front of him', implying he's finally. Free.. or something..... IDK!!!

ITS JUST.

THIS IS SO INTERESTING... WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOU ENAUR......

This could also mean not that much, seeing as this is cut dialogue after all, but idk. It does certainly seem to line up with the rest of the game in the end. And, well.... maybe it's just a commentary on how, as existential as it sounds, we ourselves are ALSO doomed to work forever in some sort of way if we want to survive... hashtag Capitalism, but. Idk. It just makes me so sad, dude. Why is ENA seemingly cursed to not be allowed any rest or happiness or joy or salvation ever 😭 SAVE MY GIRL!!!!!

(OK FIRST HFJGSKFDG. HI I did have a good day :] Thank you for the wishes and i hope yours is/was good too :D)

OK. SEEING THIS WHOLE THING IN MY INBOX. WAS LIKE RECEIVING A GIFT OF A COMICALLY LARGE RAINBOW SWIRLY LOLLIPOP. I GENUINELY HAVE NEVER SEEN THIS DIALOGUE BEFORE, And obviously, still take it with a grain of salt, as i know you have too Cause it's literally not actually in the game: BUT STILL. ...STILL.

THIS IS FUCKING. CRAZY. I feel like even if these lines aren't actually "canon" they still really encapsulate the Torment Nexus she is fucking going through in such a cool way... For example, only breaking down and showing any sign of weakness in a place where she's Supposed to let loose and relax because she just Can't Fathom that she'd ever be able to Do that...

BUT THIS IS FASCINATING BECAUSE LIKE... IN HER ACTUAL PURGE DIALOGUE, SHE NEVER ACTUALLY... ACKNOWLEDGES THAT SHE'S SUFFERING? IF THAT MAKES SENSE? Like "i can't afford another minute of joy" Still makes me crazy and so on, and all that other stuff too, But none of it actually shows her saying that she's in any bad type of way at all. Rather that she just... Really shouldn't be in that place. 😭😭And then in this dialogue she straight up just says that she's fucking doomed LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN????????????????????????????????????

(Maybe that's why this was cut/changed? to portray a slightly different version or mindset for her character, but. Shrug. No way of knowing either way and it doesn't matter i'm just #Twisted)

THAT CONNECTION WITH THE BUILDING GUY IS ALSO FUCKING CRAZY BUT I CAN TOTALLY SEE IT. I saw his dialogue for the first time in my last run and was... Flabbergasted 😭Soon i wanna go back and make a post on wtf he says and you will be the first one invited to it ok ....

AND. NO YEAH; I doubt knowing this text Exists will affect anything in the later game, but you're so right that it certainly lines up with the rest of the game, so i still find it fun and interesting—AND INSANE. I agree that it is absolutely continuing the rest of the game's commentary on #Capitalism and #SocietyBad But i am going to stop myself there because if i start talking about that theme i;ll never fucking stop.

FREE ENA!!!!!!!! FREE MY GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!! GIRL WHAT THE FUCK HAS HAPPENED TO YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sparklystarrrr]

Hello again! I dunno if this is okay but as I read your posts I saw that people send requests via this! I recently read Hats Galore that was from @ghost3029's request and was lookin for like a side story where they met as kids in the Queendom of Roses but found out there isn't so I wanted to suggest like how they met please!

IMAGINE!✨️

Tiny Riddle, dressed in perfect red-and-white lace, is sitting stiffly at a long table set with precisely aligned teacups and sugar cubes. Other noble children are robotically sipping tea in silence, too scared to make eye contact with him. Then all of a sudden—

*CRASH!*

The garden gate SLAMS open, and in bounds was the tiny Mad Hatter!Reader. 7 yrs old, wild-haired, wearing mismatched socks and in one hand? A teapot. In the other? A frog. ( dats how far my pea-brain can think at the top of its head 🥺 and you can twist or salvage it if u wanna mate since this is just a thought! Hope ya read this~!🙃🥲 )

Sorry if i'm sending this while you might or might not be busy🙏, but I wanted to ask this of you before my pea brain forgets and I go through deja vu 'gain!🙇🙇‍♀️🙇‍♂️

(😔 sso sorry for bein uncultured bout this kinda stuff cuz its my first time usin' Tumblr so I'm just slowly familiarizing myself here!~❤️‍🩹)

Childhood romance is another one of my fav tropes its so cuteeee

Ribbit!

Synopsis: Where the young rose-red boy's love blossomed for the young, messy child

Contains: Riddle R. x Gn! Mad Hatter! Reader, childhood puppy love, set in elementary/primary school, very short

The sun was warm and bright, bright red roses decorated the bushes in the elegant Queendom, and it smelled of fresh fruits and baked goods. In the small elementary school the small children had been out for some tea time and recess. Children played and ate happily while conversing in a very poised manner clearly taught by parents and teachers. Some children though, not as elegant.

Little seven year old (y/n) ran happily among the bright green blades of grass. In the (h/c) haired child's hands was a small toad no bigger than a tea cup. It was slimy and green and covered in mud. Also terrified of being in the small troublesome child’s hands…

A small Riddle sat at a table with a few other small children happily drinking tea and eating scones. It was quite peaceful… until…

*BOOM*

(Y/n) burst through a play set, knocking down an incredible amount of toys with a gummy smile plastered onto their face. The frog sat surprisingly obediently in their chubby hands.”Riddle! Riddle! Look what I found! It likes roses just like you do!”

Riddle turned around in curious shock. “(y/n)? You’re muddy, let’s go inside and clean up, okay!” The small boy said in a soft voice. The frog jumped from their hands in a muddy splash onto little (y/n)’s chubby cheeks. “Aww, okay!”

Riddle’s own stubby hand grasped their’s gently before they could run after the frog, not caring about the mud and dirt coating (y/n)’s hands, and brought them in the classroom to wash their hands (with the help of their teacher of course).

Instead of bringing them to play, Riddle brought them for some tea.”Here (y/n), drink tea!” Before an adult could come assist, (y/n) happily grabbed the tea pot of warm sweet liquid and filled her cup. The child was not experienced in tea pouring obviously, so when pouring, they overflowed the tea cup into a large beige puddle on the table cloth. (y/n) plunked down the pot, nearly shattering it’s delicate ceramic,”Uh-oh! Big puddle, hehe!!” They giggled in a high pitched voice while splashing the tea around.

Riddle panicked a bit, “(y/n)! You can’t splash the tea around! It’s for drinking!” He hurried to get some napkins or something to blot the tea away. A few teachers rushed to grab something as well while (y/n) sat in their sticky mess. “Aww the tea got on my favorite socks ever ever! Look at them why don’tcha”(Y/n) shoved their feet right into Riddle’s view to show off the socks they wore. One had been pink and purple striped while the other was green and white flowers with tiny yellow polka dots. “Um, those are two different socks?” Riddle questioned.

“Mhm! They’re my favorite socks in the whole wide world!!!” They yelled happily, throwing their hands up to the sky and nearly knocking their cup to the grassy floor. “What’s your favorite thing?”

Riddle’s attention was piqued when their words came to him. He thought for a moment, “Hmm… I think it’s you (y/n).” He said quite softly. He was a shy young boy after all. On the other hand, (y/n)’s eyes were glistening. “Really? Me? Your favorite thing is me?!” it seemed like their smile was growing bigger by the second,”You’re officially my favorite thing too Riddle!”

(y/n) chucked their hands around the red haired boy, effectively knocking him to the ground. He hesitated for a moment. He’d never been hugged so affectionately before. It was new. He slowly wrapped his hands around them as well with a content smile. Little did the two of them know that in just ten years, they’d be the world to each other~