#ask from liss

[qtubbo]

it’s kinda funny how literally the only thing people are begging for is a one (1) happy date. not even asking for more (tho hoping). just one date is already plenty. the expectations to not be drop kicked dead by angst are THAT low LMAO

1 single date qsmp admins please please I have such a fragile heart qsmp admins please

[raeathnos]

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🚨Scammer Alert🚨 + 🔎Scam Exam(ination)🔍

Seen as: 'I'm feeling so inspired by your picture/art!' Scam Type: Muse Scam

1 - Description of this scam:

The muse scam is a variant of the fake check scam in which the scammer will contact the victim over social media and claim to want to use their image for an art project. The scammer will often use a stolen social media account to increase their credibility. They will offer a generous sum of money and offer to pay via check, and the victim is instructed to send money to the scammer for “materials” via an irreversible method. The victim is under the illusion that the funds cleared when the bank makes the money available thanks to current regulations. Usually the fake check deposit will be reversed in a few weeks, but it can also take several months. If you do not have the funds to cover the amount, your balance will go negative. Your bank will usually charge a fee for depositing a bad check, and your account may be closed depending on the severity of the scam. source (reddit)

Additional info about the muse scam. (from malwarebytes)

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Example account shown here: @muralmagicsworld (banned)

Accounts also running this scam: @craftpatch, @shadyduckgladiator emilyartlana emilyfanartist thoughtfulgraze rogerwil01

(Note: There are probably a lot of scammers running this scam. This post is mainly talking about the blog that I managed to find or were made aware of.)

2 - What this scam looks like.

Part 1: The request. (on a post made by a bot no less... lol)

A secondary (more recent) example of this request can be seen here:

The source of this is from this post by @blankwisher64 who gave me permission to use it. Thank you!

A third example can be seen here - Given by anonymous:

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Part 2: The blog an their posts.

The blog's earliest post was made on November 11th 2024

Using google lense (the photo icon you can use to look up an image on the internet) I was able to find these images linked to a youtube channel and an instagram account made by an artist known as Andreas Liss.

The woman in the first instagram post's name is credited, by the original artist, to be the lovely Anastasia Dmitrieva.

Where as the scammer... well.. They decided to call her... Jennifer.

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Final words: The muse scam is quite common and it's recently migrated from instagram to tumblr. If you are someone who posts pictures of yourself or your animals, always remember this: If someone tells you they're feeling 'inspired' and they'll draw you or your pet but you have to 'pay for art supplies' and they're willing to send you a $1000+ 'check/money order' and 'you can keep the rest' because they're feeling 'oh so generous'?

It is and always will be a scam.

Other helpful guides on spotting scams. (by @kyra45)

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Disclaimer: This post is only meant to serve as documentation and reference material so that others know: why this person is a scammer, and to provide more information about the scam they are running. I do not, in any way, endorse harassment or mass reporting these users. Only report posts related to asks, comments, or messages if you GET them or ones like them. Thank you.

[valentine-cafe]

Eden and Howl, I love your works and I finally am confident to send a request LOL

(Dom m! reader)

How would some characters be when they’re topped? (This could be anyone, I don’t mind because all of them are so FINE) How they’re seen as powerful, only for them to act like a damsel in distress when they’re in bed with reader!

I’m not picky and take your time!!

�� 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : dessert platter !! . . . multi ⊹ dom m. reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔​​​​​​​﹕multi verses ꮽ  pasquale agresta moretti 781, alessio agresta arias 9948e, liàng lisse 9948e

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕multi

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... how some of the powerful characters react to being topped and dommed. ⊹ cw ٬٬ smut . bratty pasquale mention . so much cum . riding alessio 9948e in your lap . clit rubbing .  begging

𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪Pasquale 781⠀﹕Well he's not the token switch for nothing. While Pasquale might run his mouth and flash you taunting grins, all that fades the second you have him spread opened and fucked raw. How his drawled voice turns pathetic and high-pitched with every merciless snap against his ass. Dark nails dig down your back, his lips fall open, ruby eyes crossed. But does he ever shut up? Of course not. If anything, you pound fucked-out rambles out of him every time you change angle or reach for his pebbled nipples. "There - there fuck please - right there, fuck - fucking me so goooddd fuck baby," with creased brows and fangs on full display.

Bratty? You find a way to always fuck it out of him. Don't expect him to apologise. He'll do that in the form of arching his back so perfectly and holding his legs wide open for you. The most you'll get from him are whimpers of 'please' — if even. Even while you're ploughing into the sheets or bending him over his car hood, he always finds some way to be bratty. Even if it means drooling all over while he does it.

No matter, gives you more of an excuse to keep going.

𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪Alessio 9948e⠀﹕Sharp tongues and harsh glares turn into heart-eyes and a mouth eager for your cum. All it takes is a good finger-fucking over his desk scattered in spell books to bend Alessio back into the cockdrunk whore you know and love. Sarcasm is all you hear from him, coupled with that dry voice, it makes up most of his personality — but oh, how expressive you make him when you're balls deep and bending him over whatever piece of furniture you could muster.

You realise how small he is each and every time. While he is tall, his frail body fits so perfectly in your hands. You're surprised each and every time that he can actually take you. What a needy little hole you have for yourself. Smudged mascara, running eyeliner, drool all over his piercings - what more could you ask for?

"I-I'm sorry - 'm sorry - sorry amor - please-!" It's a complete 180. Hadn't he just been rolling his eyes at you? Now they're looped back while he rides your cock. Well, more like he's bounced like a ragdoll. With your hands tight on his ass while his back induces such a perfect arch. His poor dick weeps all over you. He's always been so sensitive. You can't help but enjoy being mean to him.

𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪Lisse 9948e⠀﹕At first glance, Lisse might look like the one who dons the strap — but no one has any idea of the cockdrunk whore she becomes when under you. Or on you. She's so tiny it's easy to manhandle her into whatever position you're in the mood for. She never fights you on it too. While she caries herself in the opposite, she's biting her lip and smiling the second you hoist her up and toss her over the sofa in her office.

Oh how she begs. How that bratty attitude melts the second your dick's stretching her out. Pretty nails dig at your shoulders and down your back with every feral thrust against her sweetspot. She's never been one to hide her voice for you. Even if all she can muster is fucked-out rambles and slurred whines while you hook her legs around your waist and fuck her as she clings to you so dearly. "P-Please - please baby - please gege - I'm gonna cum - " honorifics spill from her pink lips so needily. She might try to rub at her clit a little, but it's only to put a show on for you.

Her favourite is when you're caging her into whatever surface you prefer. With her legs over your shoulders and her cunt spilling and straining round your dick. When she can hang her head back and sob in her needy pleas for your cum. Your girlfriend has always been insatiable. Especially when you're crushing her into you and wrecking her poor pussy — reminding her where that pretty little attitude gets her.

꒰ ۪ ˖ ࣪ 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑢 ... info ꮽ mlist ꮽ verse ꮽ wiki .

[fluentmoviequoter]

Close the Space

Requested Here!

Pairing: Jim Street x fem!marketing agent!reader

Summary: When your life is threatened, your manager hires round-the-clock protection against your wishes. Despite your attempts to create space between yourself and your temporary bodyguard Jim Street, he closes it and makes you see the world as you never have before.

Warnings: canon typical violence and danger, brief angst, death threats, minor injuries, I don't know how long blowouts take, fluff and comfort

Word Count: 2.4k+ words

Masterlist Directory | Jim Street Masterlist | Request Info\Fandom List

“…seeing as you’re semi-famous and have received an influx of disturbing threats,” your manager continues.

“Wait, semi-famous?” you repeat. “I don’t think that’s a thing. And if the threats are so disturbing, why don’t you just call the police?”

“Because le diable lisse won’t take kindly to that.”

“Le diable lisse?” you ask, incredulous. “What is this, a 1960s movie?”

“You are in danger,” your manager snaps. “And, right now, I don’t care your opinion. You are getting round-the-clock protection.”

You sigh, then murmur, “It’s not necessary.”

“You…” Your manager sighs, then concludes, “It’s not a debate.”

“Hey, Deac, hold up,” Street calls as they prepare to exit the locker room. “I’ve been saving up for a new bike, and I almost have enough, but with OT getting cut, I’m looking for a way to make some extra cash.”

“I’m not letting you babysit my kids,” Deacon replies.

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that even if you asked – kidding. I was wondering if your security gig was hiring, or if you could get me a one-time thing?”

“Let me talk to Buck,” Deacon offers. “I’ll see what we’ve got going on and let you know.”

“Thank you, Deacon.”

“Guys, we gotta go,” Hondo calls. “Le diable lisse just took an entire restaurant hostage.”

“Le diable lisse, the smooth devil,” Hicks explains, “is apparently back from his trip to Lyon and is looking to bring more of his family history back to LA.”

“More trafficking?” Luca inquires.

“Suspected, amongst other things.”

“Our bigger concern is the new extortion ring,” Deacon says. “Since his return flight, which landed at LAX at 2100 hours two nights ago, he and his crew have amassed an estimated $3 million through extortion.”

“Which is a white-collar crime,” Hondo points out. “Why jump to hostage taking?”

“If we knew the answer to that, we wouldn’t need a SWAT team,” Hicks interjects. “Too many possibilities.”

“Which restaurant?”

“The Little Door. Outdoor security cameras put five civilians inside plus the staff, so roughly twenty-five hostages,” Deacon explains.

“And le diable lisse is inside now?” Street asks.

“As far as we know.”

“Then let’s go get him,” Tan exhorts.

Deacon’s phone rings, and he raises his brows before he shows the screen to Hondo and Hicks.

“Buck?” Hondo asks. “What’s he want?”

Deacon shrugs before he answers the call. “Hey, Buck… Whoa, when?... In LA?... Ridgeview Country, Shadow Mountain… Yeah, I got it. Thanks for the heads up.”

“Ridgeview Country Estates?” Hicks repeats. “Le diable lisse has property there: a small vineyard.”

“He’s not in the restaurant,” Deacon says. “He’s making threats against a civilian.”

He taps the tablet a few times before your picture appears on the screen. Deacon says your name, then adds, “She works in marketing, is picky about her clients, but managed to make a name for herself by collaborating with a few of the brands she represents.”

“Let me guess, Mexican restaurants, which our French boy doesn’t like,” Hondo jokes.

“It’s mostly specialty apparel,” Hicks reads from the computer.

“Expensive, then,” Tan deduces.

“Yes, but not designer, specialty. It’s athletic and first-responder clothing designed to protect the wearer. She’s done marketing for a few commercial chains, some skincare and publishers, but nothing that should’ve landed her on French organized crime’s radar,” Street says. “There’s more to this.”

“We can go talk to her manager after the hostage recovery,” Deacon suggests. “She’s with Buck now.”

“Commander?” Hondo asks.

“Yeah, let’s follow Deac’s lead on this,” Hicks agrees.

“Let’s roll out!”

“Any idea why someone would be threatening you?” Buck Spivey asks. “Or who?”

“No clue,” you answer, setting your phone on the table before you. “Despite what my manager Erin may have told you, I’m nobody.”

“Your net worth is climbing. Hourly. That makes you somebody,” Buck’s partner, Owen, says.

“Maybe someone didn’t like how the uniform they ordered fit, or the skincare gave them a rash,” you offer. “I truly have no idea.”

“We’re looking into a few leads,” Owen assures you. “Until then, we agree with your manager and are going to provide 24/7 executive protection.”

“Absolutely not,” you argue. “I am a grown woman; I don’t need to be babysat because there is potentially going to be danger.”

“It’s not permanent,” Erin says. “It’s for your safety, and when the person is identified, your life can go back to normal.”

“Terrific,” you deadpan. “Find somebody, then, but I make no guarantee that I’ll do anything they ask of me.”

“Don’t doubt that one bit,” Owen mumbles to Buck.

“He’s not talking,” Hondo says as he exits the interrogation room. “Clearly works for our smooth devil, though, so we can assume he’s responsible for the distraction at the restaurant and he’s close. Any update from Buck?”

“Street’s on his way over there now,” Deacon replies. “He and Owen think he’s targeting our marketing executive for something she may have seen or heard, but nothing solid.”

“You trust Street to do this?”

“Trust me,” Deacon says, smiling.

“Oh, I like that smile, man. Tell me more.”

“Well, according to Owen,” Deacon begins.

“Hi, I’m Jim Street,” Street says, offering his hand.

You say your name, shake his hand, and return to your laptop. “Help yourself to whatever, or leave; your choice.”

“Uh, thanks.”

Street closes your door and locks it before he looks around. You try to ignore him in your periphery, but you don’t want a bodyguard, and an off-duty cop seems even worse.

“Look,” you call, spinning in your desk chair. “I don’t think you need to be here, and I have a presentation in the morning, so if you could just… stop. I would really appreciate it.”

Street takes several breaths before he asks, “You’re receiving death threats and want me to stop?”

“They’re threats, just words.”

“You’re in marketing. You should know better than anyone that words carry a lot more than meaning.”

“Oh, so you’re an expert in marketing, too? Well, maybe you should just take my job then since you seem prepared to deal with every aspect of my life.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Street defends.

You know that, but you are still vehemently against the idea of having him at your side 24/7 because some lunatic slipped a few pieces of paper into your mailbox, under your door, and into your car. So, you can give Street a hard time, you think. Especially considering he’s here for no good reason.

“I have to make a call,” you say.

As you stand, Street moves toward you.

“In private.”

“I’ll wait in the hall,” Street says.

“This isn’t exactly a conversation I’d like to have you overhearing.”

“Then I won’t listen, but I have to be close enough to assist you if something happens.”

You sigh dramatically, then lead Street toward your bedroom. Locking the door behind you, you hum to yourself as you consider your options. The window opens, and attic access in your closet, so there’s no excuse to continue feeling like a prisoner in your home.

“If you go out the window, the guy watching your driveway will see you,” Street calls through the door. “And attic access leads to the guest bedroom, right? So, I’d see you come out.”

“Why would I leave?” you reply. “It’s my house.”

“Just wanted to make sure you knew.”

Pressing your fist against the wall, you wonder if there’s a better way to get space than lying about a phone call or showering.

When you emerge from the bedroom nearly an hour later with a fresh blowout, Street looks up from his seated position and tilts his head to the side.

“Important call?” he repeats.

“The call of beauty can’t be sent to voicemail,” you reply. “I’m going to make lunch.”

Street nods as he stands, and knowing he’s behind you makes you itch to run out the front door and not stop. Somewhere inside of you, you understand that he’s looking out for you, and the threats probably do have some truth in them, but you feel like a caged animal and don’t want to be watched.

“Hicks.”

Hondo raises his head as Commander Hicks answers his phone, and he stands straighter when Hicks demands, “What? How?!”

“What is it, Commander?” Hondo asks.

“Patrol just lost sight of le diable lisse,” Hicks replies. “North of Pacific Palisades.”

“That’s headed toward Street,” Hondo realizes.

“Call him,” Hicks commands. “And find out where Luca and Tan are, we need to get eyes on this guy right now!”

Street’s phone rings, and when he turns around to answer it, you open the cabinet that doubles as a hidden entry into your pantry. Slipping inside, you sigh at the privacy it offers. After you push yourself onto the counter, you cross your legs and pull your favorite snack from the shelf above you.

“Yeah, she’s right here,” Street says, turning toward the kitchen. He says your name, steps forward, and calls your name again. “She was just here!”

“Find her, Street,” Deacon demands, pushing his gas pedal to the floor. “I’m alerting Owen now.”

“Yeah.”

Street ends the call and begins running through your house, searching every place you have hidden already. It’s a nice house, but it’s not huge, and each empty room Street finds increases his worry that you left.

Five minutes later, he returns to the kitchen and realizes that the food you are making is gone. Wherever you are, you either took the food with you or managed to put it up in less than thirty seconds while he spoke to Deacon.

Street begins opening cabinets, hoping to find you under the sink or at the other end of the island but growing concerned that he won’t find you. When he pulls the cabinet beside the fridge, he doesn’t expect it to open like a full-sized door. He sees cabinets lining a wall before him and tenses his jaw as he enters the butler’s pantry.

You’re seated on the counter, eating a snack, and Street can’t stop himself from yelling your name. You look up quickly and press a hand to your heart.

“I have been looking for you everywhere!” he exclaims, pointing toward the door.

“Oh, Street,” you reply airily. “What a coincidence. I have been avoiding you everywhere!”

“I’m done playing into the game everyone is playing, where they tell you half the story and expect you to comply with basic instructions,” Street seethes. “You are in danger. Real, serious danger. There is a lunatic out there threatening to come into your house in the middle of the night and make you beg for your life before he takes it. And, if my team is right, that lunatic is on his way here right now. So, listen to me for a few measly hours and then I will be out of your hair!”

You knew that Street was getting tired of your attempts to get space. Though you were admittedly entertained by his reactions and expressions when you returned, the reality of your situation is now blindingly apparent.

“I’m sorry,” you say softly, sliding off the counter. “What do you want me to do?”

Street’s shoulders drop before he says, “You actually might’ve been onto something. Stay in here, okay?”

“I will.”

Street returns to the entry, and you repeat, “I’m sorry.”

“Maybe I’ll let you make it up to me with some new clothes.”

You send him a closed-lip smile, then sink to the floor to wait for the danger to pass. It was easier when you didn’t know what was really happening, you think, but that ignorance led you to make it hard for people to protect you. Maybe, you realize, it was also an excuse to mess with Street because he was so close, and you didn’t know what else to do.

You aren’t sure how much time passes before the cabinet is pulled open slowly.

“Street?” you whisper.

“Close,” someone else says.

A man you recognize from a marketing meeting that did not go well steps inside, and a large, shiny gun at his side catches your attention. He smiles as you push yourself to your feet and scramble away from him.

“End of the road, fraude,” he coos.

Before he steps toward you, someone kicks him in the back, sending him crashing into your countertop as his gun clatters to the floor. Destin – whose name you didn’t remember until he said the name of the company he wanted you to promote, End of the Road – turns quickly. Street moves into the narrow space before he can do anything else. You see blood on Street’s cheek, and his knuckles are red. Now, you aren’t really worried about yourself.

“Stay down,” someone demands behind Street.

He stumbles away from Destin and toward you, as two SWAT officers pull Destin to his feet and out of your kitchen.

“Are you okay?” Street asks, breathing heavily.

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper.

You gently cup Street’s face in your hands and tilt his jaw so you can see his face. A small cut beneath his eyebrow is likely the result of the gaudy ring Destin was wearing. Otherwise, Street seems fine.

“It’s okay,” Street replies softly, raising his hand to wrap around your wrist.

The house falls silent, and you’re so close to Street – closer than you have been. When you realize that you created space because you really wanted to close it, you don’t hesitate to kiss Street. He hums into the kiss, then moves his hands to your waist to pull you closer. Moving with him, you can’t imagine running away from him again.

“That didn’t feel like avoiding me,” Street points out as you step back.

“I’m really glad you’re not my bodyguard anymore,” you reply.

“Me too.”

“You were annoying,” you add. “In a cute way, I guess.”

“I prefer protective. And, just for that, I’m going to need an entire outfit – boots included – from your new Motorcross racing gear line.”

“You know what I market?” you ask, smiling.

“What we don’t know is why you were targeted,” Street says.

“I wouldn’t market his… manifesto? I don’t know what he wanted me to market, but his company, End of the Road, is 100% doing illegal business.”

“Oh, I’m aware.”

“Sorry I made your job so hard.”

Street looks down at your hands on his chest, then at his hands on your waist, then back up to your face. “It might’ve been worth it.”

“What can I do to make it up to you?” you ask, leaning closer to him.

Street pulls you close and kisses you again before saying something that sounds like: “This,” against your lips.

[blueberryarchive]

thoughts on 80's slasher!jk...♡ (18+)

more here

(because i can't stop thinking about him)

There was something so cruel and fun about being part of a sleepover. The sweet aroma of vanilla and nail polish compacted in the room covered in colors. The muffled laughter of 2 in the morning, Steph's mother sleeping on the other side of the wall where the Billy Joel poster is. The yellowish silhouettes move slowly as they write on small pieces of paper, concentration makes them frown, smile flirtatiously at the ceiling.

“Can it be any guy?” Bobby Joe asks, tossing the piece of paper in the corner to grab another one, Steph rolls her eyes knowing full well why she would ask such a question.

If Bobby Joe was talking about any guy there would be no problem but the three girls, including you, knew perfectly well that sweet BJ wanted to put the philosophy professor's name in big italics.

“We're not going to call Mr. Hogg, Bobby Joe. I don’t want to hear him pull his old and saggy out just because I said the word ‘wet.’”

“I thought this was a game.”

“Exactly, it's a game. I don’t want to develop an infatuation with men over forty-five.” Liss attacked folding her game papers into four.

Your fingers fidgeted on the piece of paper on your knee. You couldn't write your boyfriend's name, obviously, it wouldn't be as fun since Jimin knows your friends' voices and it wouldn't be as fun to see one of your friends flirt with Jimin on the phone.

“Come on, Boo. Don't you know another man besides Jimin? Steph laughed. Bobby Joe and Liss put the names inside Elmo's mug.

No, you wanted to answer. But what's so fun about that. Now that you think about it, you should have brought your Monopoly or the old Ouija that your brother hides. It wasn't a good thing to ever leave the games to Steph.

Liss sat her face on your shoulder looking at the yellow paper, empty, desperately empty. You can put the name of someone who isn't in college, she whispered to you, taking pity on your sorry male record. And that's what you did, you chose your neighbor, only two people know how long you and Cooper haven't seen each other: God and your mom. And that was perfect, he wouldn't know your voice if you called him to ask him what his favorite position was.

Dan Cooper, the “o”s looked like long zeros and the ink pooled at the edges, demonstrating your hesitation in looking for another man in your life you wanted to call for a prank. But it was too late, Steph took the paper and crumpled it before you finished the R.

“Who dares to call first?” Liss held the cup, turning the papers over with a spoon.

Bobby Joe sighed looking into the darkness of the room. You noticed her nervousness, perhaps regretful.

“I want to change the last name…”

“Don't be a pussy, BJ.” It gushed from your lips, the Malibu bubbling in your throat with the taste of the Caribbean islands and the triple cheese pizza you had for dinner. None of the three expected to hear your babbling so early and in so few milliliters of rum.

“Well, you start, take a piece of paper.” You heard her mumble something about putting your stepfather's name on the cup, you ignored her as you took the paper that first fell on the carpet.

“Wait, let me turn on the camera.” Liss got up taking the camcorder that her father gave her for her new career in communication. Now the lens focused on the college antics of your group of friends and, occasionally, the artsy pornos that she and her boyfriend tried to sell on college corners.

Of the ten papers, the one you took seemed to be folded with the delicacy of origami. You unfolded until you undid the little cube and found a name that you have rarely heard or even thought about.

“Jungkook Jeon?” You feared you had said the name wrong but the looks between your friends were not looking for a good pronunciation but rather who dared, in fact, who even thought of trying to flirt with such a specimen.

Steph let out a squeal as she almost dropped her drink on her favorite sweater.

“God, Liss surely wrote that.”

"Why me?"

“You've always liked weird men.”

“You like octogenarians, you bitch.”

“Who the fuck is Jungkook?” You were starting to get desperate and the tiny flickering light from the camera was starting to feel like needles in your pores.

Steph takes another drink before proceeding to explain.

“He's a guy in econ class, a complete loser. He doesn't look anyone in the eye and walks around like he wants the earth to swallow him all the time."

“And why do y'all put it in the pile?” If you were going to call someone, it had to at least be worth it.

Bobby Joe and Liss look into each other's eyes and smile knowingly. BJ's bubblegum-pink coated index fingers come together and then spread alongside her smile.

“Several of the guys on the team have seen him in the showers.”

“I don't believe any of the men on the football team, that's what they said about Marc and he had a micro dick.” Steph looked pointedly at the camera. “Plus he doesn't even get up from the stands, I've never seen him play.”

“Jimin started calling him Junghood.” BJ played with her gum, twirling it around on her finger.

Jimin had never mentioned the guy to you.

“Junghood?”

“He likes to play with his bow and arrow in his free hours, like a Robin Hood.” Liss looked for another light, she wanted tried to see every line that formed on your forehead.

“The name is so stupid…no offense.” Steph finished her drink and handed you the heavy book.

You grabbed the phone directory and headed to J. The last name was easy to find and the dial easy to rotate, until your nerves choked you listening to the buzzing on the other end of the line. You wished he didn't answer, but you were also intrigued by the description. How is it that one of the players on the football team, who was supposedly well-hung and caught the attention of your little elite, was so relevant? And why didn't you know about him?

Your friends didn't focus on dragging unfortunate people through the mud, that's a high school girl thing. In college it was a matter of continuing to climb the ladder, maybe marrying a stockbroker from New York or becoming an intern at Vogue just so you could rub it in other people's faces.

And unfortunately for you, it was a Saturday night and of course this Jungkook guy would take the call. ‘I Can’t Quit You, Baby’ reverberated softly in the room, his breathing hitched and heavy. Had you woken him up? Suddenly, you were aware of all your senses, of the sense of the cassette filling up with frames of your stupid face trying to do a function as human and basic as talking, of the two shots running through your system. But oh…

"Hello?" His voice was raspy, sweet, a little nasal and whiny.

BJ squeezed your chin shaking it from side to side, enjoying your cowardice. Your face was toasted with a simple word.

“Jungkook?” You swallowed, your finger curling around the phone's pink cord.

"Who is it?" Complainant moved between the sheets until he was silent. “Fuck, it's two in the morning. Is this another one of the evangelical whores trying to sell me Bibles? I already told you what I would do to y'all if you called me again.”

And the threat sounded like a foreign promise that you wish you had heard alone. You looked at Steph who was drawing a cock next to his name, her eyes closed sensually as she stuck her tongue out.

“I just heard a rumor a couple of days ago and, you know, I haven't been able to sleep thinking about it being true.” Your voice turned to molasses, your eyebrows curled and your shoulders tensed in acted innocence.

“No, I don't sell pot. Is that it, princess?”

“Is it true that you have a big dick?” Steph, Liss and BJ were shocked. You stole the Malibu from one of them, you didn't even have the courage to talk to Jimin like that when you two were alone.

The girls ran as quietly as possible out of the room and down the stairs, opening the other phone to listen to Jungkook. But it was useless, since the person questioned did not respond. The camera already forgotten on the bed, you kneeling on the carpet hugging Liss's pink Care Bear between your legs.

A small laugh, the click of a lighter, a drag.

"What?" You could hear him reposition himself in his pillows. " You would like to know how big the weirdo in your class is, you fucking slut.”

No, ew.

“Yes, I say, if it is true.”

“How much would you like to know, mm?”

This wasn't the answer you were looking for, you thought maybe he would hesitate on your question or just hang up out of embarrassment. Maybe you should have stopped five more minutes and brought Clue or Guess Who? that was in your closet.

You thought about every face in the college hallways, about your boyfriend's friends, and about those you met at the mall or behind the movie theater on Sundays. None matched his voice.

“I told you I haven't been able to sleep for two nights, isn't that enough?”

“Maybe with a proper fuck you would relax, don't you think?”

You swallowed, letting your eyelids droop. Your hand approached the camera and you turned it to the wall so it could record its own reflection in the mirror.

“Can't talk, love? I thought you were the one who was going to play a lil' prank on me and leave me hard as a log on the other end of the line. What happened, do you really want me to crash this dick into your pretty pussy?” His laugh was mocking, he knew what he was saying and how he said it: with his hisses, deep tones; all through the smoke of an improvised cigarette in the late night.

You squeezed the bear between your legs and sighed.

“I've never been so…”

"Dirty? Badly spoken? Pleb?"

“So direct.”

“Isn't it so fucking good, though? Being able to say out loud that you think about my cock at night” The bass solo repeated itself like an angelic tune intertwined with his words.

It was hard to follow the joke when your panties started sticking to your lips with every word that came out of his mouth. Your friends had abandoned you so theycould listen downstairs and in the darkness of the room you could only imagine a headless body stretching your legs up to your shoulders, your pussy trying to make room to choke on the throbbing veins of an unknown dick.

“Do you want to touch yourself?” His question sounded like a command and your hips leaned forward, rubbing against the rough carpet.

"No."

"Ya' sure? Because just with your absence of words you have me squeezing my base. Can you imagine if you could take it all like a champ? I know whores like you, they dare to take on a whole team if they feel like it.”

His sly laugh was the last thing you could hear before hanging up the phone. You rose from the carpet searching for the cassette in Liss's camcorder, your thin fingers trembling as you destroyed the evidence of your pusillanimity and lust.

The three girls walked slowly to the room, all grouped on the bed like judges of the case. Looking for an explanation in your features but there was only one order.

“Nobody talk to Jimin about this, okay?”

The judges looked at each other, nodded in unison. Apparently bedtime approached earlier than expected and you were grateful that the alcohol had knocked out your friends so quickly.

You ran to the bathroom with the memory of his voice still fresh. The humidity still warm between your legs, you held onto the sink while you held back your moans, your forehead pressed against the mirror and your drool falling into the drain with the voracious hunger that only imagination can give.

[katsona-the-katsequel]

Hiyah! Do you have any Persona fic recs? 👀

Long ago I made a Rec List, but that's lost to the abyss of Tumblr's awful search mechanism, so here's a new one. You didn't specify, so I included a little of every game. Each game is indicated by a specific color: 🟠 for P2 (both of them), 🔵 for P3, 🟡 for P4 and 🔴 for P5. Each one of these fics really stayed with me for a reason, so I heavily recommend you at least give them a chance.

Dust in the Air Suspended by @stealthnoodle 🟠

The dead timeline lives on, and Katsuya Suou stubbornly persists in it. His brother is determined to do better.

Gardenia by LunaDePlata 🟠

Jun can't sleep, and neither can his thoughts. A short vent piece.

heaven by [Orphan :(] 🟠

Lisa didn’t understand how Tatsuya could trust Jun so easily while she still woke from nightmare after nightmare of Joker’s piercing stare and twisted grin. She didn’t understand the pain in her chest when she saw the two of them linger at one another’s side, either.

under the mask by gaytimetraveller 🟠

Joker grants wishes, Joker receives calls (not always pleasant), Joker despairs.

maybe Death wants to be saved, too by @senblades 🔵

In December of 2009, Makoto Yuki slits Death’s throat in his bedroom. --- In January of 2010, Makoto Yuki meets an odd boy in a yellow scarf, haunting the entrance to Gekkoukan like a phantom. (The world is ending, and all Ryoji Mochizuki can do is watch)

No Ghosts, No Mistletoe by @stealthnoodle 🔵

If anyone asks, Junpei is technically spending Christmas Eve with a girl. It's just not anything like a date.

Threnody by @laora-ryn 🔵

In February, Nozomi shares a meal with Minato. [You know,” Minato says suddenly, “I had a twin sister.”]

All That Remains by @laora-ryn 🔵 ft. 🟡🔴

An exploration of the end of Persona 3, its aftermath, and those he left behind.

Equal or Lesser Value by Lisse 🔵 ft. 🟡

The wrong family dies on Moonlight Bridge.

A Barrel in the Sea by signalbeam 🟡

Post-game. Yukiko tells her parents about her relationship with Chie, and after the resulting fight, takes refuge in the Dojima residence.

First Impressions (Seventeen Variations) by jackdawq 🟡

It sucks to be the new transfer kid. Right?

Fusion Inheritance by @rabbitprint 🟡

In your first life, you're an asshole. There's no other way to describe it; even you would call it that.

I Have My Dead by signalbeam 🟡

Eight letters written from the Investigation Team to their families in the event of their deaths.

sentence by @corvus-corvus 🟡

Adachi rises to the balls of his feet for a better view. Yu knows they’re visiting a woman from the case files, but it’s only when Adachi mimes an exaggerated whistle that he knows it’s going to be a problem. "She told us to leave and we have other witnesses.” Yu holds out a light. Adachi breathes smoke until it ghosts over the beating sun. “She doesn’t know that.”

Lost Kingdoms by jackdawq 🟡 ft. 🔵

Every girl in Inaba likes Teddie; Port Island's no different.

A Year To Fill An Empty Home by @lostozian 🔴

The officer who came to explain the terms of the probation had a sad smile on his face the whole way through. He seemed like he was trying to be sympathetic at first, telling them about the mandatory school transfer and the probation terms, but when he got to the part about “removing Akira-kun from bad influences,” Chou couldn’t see the smile as anything less than sadistic. “I know you’re facing a lot of pain right now, Kurusu-san,” the officer had said. “But perhaps better parenting would have helped Akira-kun know that he shouldn’t assault people in the street.” OR, Takeshi and Chou Kurusu aren't bad people. They never stopped loving their son, not for a single second.

Falsities by Raaj 🔴

They keep saying you were sold out by a teammate. You can’t remember which one.

Killing Hope by Raaj 🔴

Akechi stops by Leblanc once after assassinating Amamiya, looking to find the last Phantom Thief.

Stumbling on the Chopping Block by vivvav 🔴

Even after Yaldabaoth leaves, the executions go on.

The Trickster's World by vivvav 🔴

The game has not played out how he imagined it would. Could the Trickster actually prevent humanity's ruin? Is it possible that Ren Amamiya truly poses a threat to his ascension? Only a journey into the boy's Cognition will tell.

marigolds by colbub 🔴 ft. 🔵🟡

Akechi meets a mysterious being chained to a door after death and gains a second chance.

Reflections by @senblades 🔵🟡🔴

In the space between dreams, there's time to think. And so, the attendants reflect; on the tragedies and triumphs their guests have left in their wake. On the saviour, the seeker, and the tricksters, and what facets of humanity they supposedly held in their depths. ___ The Velvet Room is a place of guidance. But what purpose does a guide serve once their role is complete?

Smart Kid by [Orphan :(] 🔵🔴

A troubled kid is brought into Officer Sanada Akihiko's office in the juvenile department, and Akihiko does his best to set him on the right path.

[qtubbo]

“He never visits me for nice reasons, it’s so sad” Tubbo about Cucurucho

i need to finish that tubborucho win card immediately

[a-tale-of-legends]

Whether or not Leon in Legendsverse during his gym challenge could sense Eternatus from a distance is up to debate. But after finding its bones. Let's assume some time passes like five years or more? Because it'll take time to excavate the bones, make plans, set things up, and transport them.

What if teenage Leon steps into Hammerlocke Castle one day, after Macro Cosmos has finished building the power producer, and a massive chill goes down his spine? He has no idea what that was or why it felt familiar. He reasons a ghost pokemon must've pranked him.

That's how I've been seeing it, yeah. I still need to figure out when exactly Eternatus is taken, and when it was first initially revived. Because in my head, Eternatus' revival would have caused a power outage alone, since it would honestly take a lot to revive the old dragon. Maybe they got it when Leon was midway in his champion career. Let's say 15. While there is certainly technology that can revive fossils of any kind, Eternatus was proving to be more tedious. Maybe they were failed attempts, and they would never really push it bc they didn't want to gain attention. Ooooo maybe they even hire the likes of Cara-Liss....though that work relationship would be short ( as in they would let her go when the revival was a success). Anyway, when they do revive Eternatus ( this could be a year after they successfully were able to bring it to the energy plant), it had caused momentary power outage across Galar. Whoops! Thankfully they have backups, so it only lasted a few minutes but. Whoops! Didn't expect that to happen! Why does Eternatus still look dead. Problems upon problems.....

.....this what if is entirely not the point of this ask LMAO. Sorry about that. Ahem. ANYWAY.

Yeah, I've had a similar idea! A teen Leon just a big chill down his spine when visiting Raihan for a match ( and official match. Casual battles between them don't really. Happen that often anymore). He doesn't know why this is happening, he assumes that maybe one of his ghosts is pranking him????? But they're in their ball...maybe Hammerlocke Stadium is absurdly cold today. That was to be it.

The alternative route is Leon.... actually being shown Eternatus. Maybe when it's revived and not looking dead( well. Not looking completely stiff). The feeling he felt when he was on his gym challenge and stumbled upon that Eternatus fossil on the wall came back and it's worse because it was actually looking at him. Weakly, of course but it was looking at him. It was terrifying. And yet....stuck in a giant ball. Weak. In his fear he also felt. Something. He couldn't tell what, back then. But as Rose started to give him more, albeit still vague, information about his plans, what Leon himself had a role to play throughout the years that something became....Sadness? To be trapped and used....it feels a bit familiar. Just a bit.

Of course, all of that has a big ol WIP stamp on it. Given there's another factor at play, the "Royal" Twins, the partnership they have with Rose as well as the backstabbing each side is willing to do. Maybe Rose showing Leon is Rose gaining his ace in the hole. Or maybe Leon never saw Eternatus during his teens, and was just made aware of it that year. A lot to consider!

[ghuleh-recs]

It was @forlorn-crows birthday like a month ago!! And I fuckin missed it! Jail for Liss. Jail for 1000 years. Better late than never, I guess. Crow is easily one of my favorite ghoul writers and I threw together a greatest hits rec list for the occasion! They are the mastermind behind Mushy May and the verrrry iconic Lake Wife™. On top of being incredibly talented, Crow is always so lovely and kind and supportive of their fellow creatives. Wouldn't it be a lovely (belated) bday gift if you left some comments/kudos on some of these? Maybe even stop by Crow's ko-fi while you're at it!

Lady of the Lake - Rain/Lake Wife™ - E, 11.6k

With all the dark magick flowing through the abbey, he wouldn’t be surprised if some of it leached into the surrounding area. Mountain’s told him all about the various creatures he’s seen on the edges of the forest: dark, shadowy things that live in the corners of one’s vision, flitting between downed trees and swaying ferns. They’re relatively peaceful entities that don’t seem to bother ghouls, humans, or other animals much. But their presence certainly hasn’t gone unnoticed. That same looming magick resides at the bottom of the lake. Something deep and ominous. Something big. Rain can’t make head nor tail of the sentient something that must live down there. He’s felt it most recently in the new beginnings of spring: big waves of living energy reaching out to him, calling to something buried deep in his ribcage. A creature reaching out to their kin. He supposes it could be a byproduct of the changing seasons, the rush of life seeping through the cracks in the thawing ice. But the feeling in his gut tells him it’s something more than that.

First and Fierce Affirming Sight - Mountain & Copia - G, 1.1k

Once in a blue moon he’ll retreat deep into the forest beyond the abbey to give himself a break from his mortal-like form, let that great maw of elemental power unleash and drain itself into the ether. Just once in a great while, to be fully released. Other times, it sneaks up on him like a cloud of darkness, pulling him under slowly. It gives him enough time to stifle it or manage it. If there’s warning signs, there’s time to keep it at bay. But times like these, it comes in the blink of an eye—like a flash of lightning in the middle of the inky-black sky.

Quicksilver - Dewdrop/Rain - T, 1.8k

Sunshine finally gets to braid Dewdrop's hair, but it gives him and Rain ~feelings~. (you have to read the sequel, too.)

And You Know That It Takes Two - Copia/Dewdrop - E, 3.7k

“Well, I do. Of course I do,” he assures the ghoul. “Quite fond of you all, actually. It was, admittedly, a little rocky when we first met. But.” There’s that heh Dew was expecting just moments before. “Here we are, no?” When Copia starts rubbing his thumb up and down the inside of his knee, Dew’s brain stops working. His gaze zeros in to the fingers splayed across the side of his thigh, so foreign, so bare, so pink against the black of his casual uniform pants. His mind is full of static and all he can hear is his own blood pumping through his head. But there’s a weird something tugging in his ribcage; something new yet old, unnamed but familiar.

and so it goes - Mountain/Rain - E, 1.6k

Rain hums the melody where the piano would play, glancing down at the ghoul curled around him. His shoulders start to shake, and he sniffles into the water ghoul’s shirt—attempting, but failing, to be silent about his tears. Rain stops. “Mountain, love, what’s wrong?” Immediately he shakes his head at the question, whining quietly. “Hey,” Rain urges, petting back his hair. “I’m here for you, can you try to tell me?” Hurts, Mountain pushes into his mind. “Where does it hurt?” Rain asks gently. The earth ghoul pulls back an arm from around his waist, gesturing to his own chest. Rain can see his face screw up, a silent prayer to stop the oncoming sob that threatens to work its way out of his throat. In here, he says. He points weakly to the side of his head too. And here.

Pull Me In Your Waters - Dewdrop/Mist - E, 4.8k

He’s such an innocent, carefree creature—one that has Mist’s fingers itching to touch, to ruin, to defile. Like he’s a mere mortal waiting to be drawn in by her hellish siren’s call. But there’s a budding affection underneath that, too. Call it kin, call it an elemental draw to each other, call it even a mentor-like protection over the fledgling ghoul. Beyond the lust there’s respect, admiration. An urge to simply get to know and raise the ghoul who’s set to take her place. She can’t deny there’s some weird, mothering nature buried deep within the confines of her stoney nature. But it is deep, and right now it’s very much shrouded behind a curtain of curiosity, of hunger.

Compromise - Aeon/Mountain - E, 2.9k

He and Aeon haven’t talked, not really, about where they stand with each other. There hasn’t been time, especially not when he’s constantly plastered to Rain and Swiss’ sides instead. Mountain understands. He does. But the longing for familiarity was too hard to ignore tonight, tugging him to Aeon’s room after a sour night at a local dive bar. or Mountain misses Aether. Who he has is Aeon.

Weigh Your Powers, Tempt The Hours - Aether/Ifrit - E, 2.3k

“You’re so pretty like this, you know that?” Ifrit blushes under his adoring gaze. His shaggy hair falls across his face as he ducks to hide. But Aether’s having none of it, reaching out to guide his head back up with a gentle hand on his chin. “You trust me, right?” “Of course I do. I want—” Ifrit pauses and takes a shaky breath. “Want to be good for you,” he finishes in a small voice, just barely above a whisper. “You’re always good for me, Fritter.” The quintessence ghoul runs the pad of his thumb across the point of his jaw. His voice slips to a lower timbre, slow and rhythmic. “You want to feel good too, don’t you?” Ifrit’s eyes slip closed, body relaxing ever so slightly. “Yeah,” he answers simply, forming the word on his exhale like an unholy confession. “You will. I’ll make sure of it.”

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[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. “ r/am I the asshole !? ” : 

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. . . multi characters x gn reader !! 🍓 : ﹙ jingyi: grim reaper ˖ artificer ˖detective character ˖ lisse: nature elemental ˖ mercenary leader character ˖ talisen: corrupt god ˖ snake god character rishen: hero ˖ mantis-spider-moth monster ˖ nerd character ﹚

your lover takes to reddit to ask if they've been an asshole in relation to you recently . . .

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﹙ Jingyi 9819. ﹚. . . evading rent collectors !? 🍒 : " Well allegedly. I ( 35M ) have been evading rent collectors from the city for a little while now because I simply want to live in my clocktower in peace with my two partners and our cat. They continue to raise the prices for the living space we restored inside of the tower!

Yet recently, my partner approached me and told me that I cannot keep doing this and that we shall recieve a letter for our eviction soon enough if I keep it up!

I told my dearest ray of light that I could easily keep it a secret we still lived here, even if someone were to evict us. The city council wants me for my brains for gods sake. The inventor of the century! I do not mean to brag, I am attempting to prove my point.

Not only that, I work as a detective with my other partner ( 34M ) and we could easily get out of this situation if we wanted to— urgh.

AITA for rushing away with my coinbag each time those two crones come to collect the clocktower rent?! They take so much money, the supplies I need for the next of my inventions will be limited due to the prices. "

Edit: Thank you all for understanding the peril that we all go through in the clocktower, every time you write my name I shall donate a bit of money for some cookies

Edit: THAT WAS NOT WRITTEN BY ME. ACE OF SPADES YOU PARAS—

﹙ Lisse 9948e. ﹚. . . growing poisonous plants in the garden !? 🍓 : " AITA for growing poisonous plants in my partner's and my garden to help the ecosystem flourish?

I ( 500F ) am tending to my shared garden together with my partner so that we can grow vegetables, fruits, spices and herbs for the kitchen in our home. And recently I've been raising some of the poisonous plants I bought for the garden. Yet my partner fusses that they're going to ruin the soil and wants me to remove them and put them somewhere else.

But I keep telling them that the plants are there to nurture our current growing ones and that they benefit them. Just not mortals like them. I might have offended them but I didn't mean to.

The plants themselves help keep bugs and other species of vegetable and fruit eating critters away due to their smell and pollen. Yet are harmless around the plants surrounding.

Should I move them to a different spot in the garden or should I keep growing them around the heirloom tomatoes and strawberries? "

﹙ Talisen 164. ﹚. . . Chasing people away from the berry bushes by the forest outskirts !? 🍒 : " Doest I wield this contraption aright? Verily, am I the knave for banishing the mortals from yon berry thickets, sacred to mine sanguinists, at the fringes of mine woodlands?

Mine own consort dost oft repeat, the folk of yonder town art but famished. Yet have I oft proclaimed unto my consort, the townsfolk possess their catch of fish and fowl. Alas, mine consort doth not appear content with such rejoinder.

Yet these woods be hallowed, and oft have mine husband and I bespoken to the mortals to forbear from its embrace or meet their doom. They heed not our words. SIGH. . .

I oft counsel mine consort that such wrath cannot be displayed, whilst Alessio and I strive to shield the forest realm from foul hands and filth stains of mortals. Moreover, should they pilfer our berries, forsooth, we shall lack for the sanguine and arcane festival's pies this season. Alessio's wrath would never falter! "

﹙ Rishen 781. ﹚. . . info dumping and random lessons !? 🍓 : " Oh, I feel so bad after yesterday, but I just need to know, AITA ( 25F ) for infodumping on my partner after they asked something out of sarcasm when they were struggling with their chemistry studies?

I really thought that they were asking me questions and every time I answered, they seemed to get more and more agitated and eventually told me if I could stop throwing random chemistry lessons at them because they were really not having a good time with studying for their exam :((

They saw my reaction and quickly realized I had tried to give answers out of love and not mock. But I might've come off in that way. I can be pretty oblivious to stuff like this at times. Because I genuienly want to help when people are sturggling with the answers.

We apologized to one another but I still can't help feel a little guilty over just dumping all my knowledge on them even if they've told me it helped a lot. "

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[starsomens]

The lock to your front door started to jiggle making you jump from your seat. You quickly grab Eden and stand a few feet from the door. The door opens to reveal your husband, he drops his bags in the door way

“Hey you,” he says waiting for you to come, a bit confused as to why you just stand there with Eden. He had been gone for some months now and he really missed you both

“Hey handsome,” you smile still not budging

“….did I liss you off orrr?” He was confused why you were just standing there

“Oh no, no, it’s not about you. I…we have a little present for you.” You squat down and place Eden on her little feet. Noah was confused at first, Eden could NOT have leant ti walk….right???

“Go to daddy baby, go!” You encourage her as she shakes to keep her balance on her tiny legs. Her round eyes focused on her father as her gummy smile only grew. Noah drops down to his knees holding out his large tattooed arms waiting for her to be in proximity to him, being her net in case she falls. Her lil feet stomp their way over to her father, her excitement knocking her off balance as she comes closer and Noah catches her fall. He shoots up yo his feet laughing as he litters her face with kisses

“Oh princess I’m so proud of you!” He hugged her close as her gummy smile smothers his cheek. He didn’t care for all the slobber that was getting on his face, it was his baby girl just started walking and he was over the moon, but he was also a little sad about it because he missed the first time she walked. you can see the tears well in his eyes as he sniffs. The tears roll down his eyes, but a large smile still stayed on his face. You finally walk over to him where he brings you into a warm embrace with your daughter.

“ missed you guys so much. Why did you tell me she started walking??” he asked you

“ well, I wanted a surprise. Just wanted to send you a video of her walking for the first time. What better welcome home gift than to see her walking?” You giggle kissing his chin “do you like it?”

“Like it? This is the best gift I’ve come home to…well, one of them anyways” he chuckles kissing your forehead “and you! You need to stop growing so fast!” He goes back to your daughter bringing her close to his face totally in love and over the moon with his little family

[the-angry-acrobat]

Helloo it's meee (btw my nickname is Ray, put that on my intro post like two minutes ago lol)

I've wanted to ask for a very long time and recently I've been doing a bit of "fuck being afraid of social interaction let my inner extrovert shine"

So

How does working at a circus as a minor work? It sounds so so so cool to me because I've never met anyone from a circus/even been to a circus my whole life.

Give me so many details (if it's ok and u wanna)

Is it like your family's? How often do you perform? Is it travelling?

hi!! great nickname :) 

wow, that’s really motherfucking awesome of you, it’s about time we fucked anxiety around social interaction. proud of you 

okay so firstly thanks so much for asking, I really appreciate your interest and I would loveee to tell you all about the circus! prepare for my large info dump lmfao

so for one, there are many different types of circuses around the world. circus is first and foremost performance art—some see it as a deeply-rooted, and perhaps even immutable, form of expression, and for others (including myself), its innate artistic inclination makes it destined to remain forever changing and incomplete. but both sides agree on this notion of genre; as global conversations have intensified and as the contemporary circus community has begun the process of dismantling categories, the focus is shifting to a widening of perspectives in time and space.

contemporary circus are performances designed to showcase circus acts and arts, an evolution of what has come before, drawing on dance, theatre, and philosophy as much as, if not more then, the circus in its original form. it’s synonymous with creativity, sparked with original thought and resulting in much diversity. 

circus nowadays is different to how the traditional circus was, which is now seen as classical, with various acts included in a lineup deemed essential by its proponents. it came with more narrative and aesthetic rules. the contemporary circus are shows that keep reinventing themselves overtime, a collective consciousness. 

the circus I work in is a performing troupe full of many different performers, acts, and arts included—and the troupe is like family. my older sibling and I grew up around them, and with some of them, and in the circus, because we have been working and performing there since we were really young. 

the circus is owned, run and managed by a really talented and experienced lady that has performed all over the world. our foundation is a building where we have all our equipment, apparatuses, rigging, tools, and much more, but we could technically be referred to as a travelling circus, seeing as we do quite often move around and perform in different venues, including different towns, cities and sometimes states, and if we’re not in a theatre or a festival, then we do set up tents and a big top etc, like devotees of the ring lol, or raison d’être. we’ve worked with and collaborated with other circus in the past, including multi generational circus families, road shows, and performances big and small. 

my sibling and I have basically always been in the performing world. we started training when ww were really little. some of the performers that trained us had worked in cirque du soleil, which is basically the crowned head of the circus industry today, and an institution for some of the biggest and greatest live performances of all time. we trained in acrobatics, aerial, tumbling, contortion, trapeze, hoop, silks, different forms of dance, corde lisse, spanish web, tightrope, miming, magic tricks, clownery, manipulation, stunts, flying trapeze, cloud swing, cabaret, musical instruments, drama, etc and have been performing and working in the circus for a long time. we love the circus, our home, a lot, especially because of how complicated and difficult our blood family situation is. 

a main aspect of circus in my opinion is razzle-dazzle — being big, bright, showy and entertaining. there’s no better way to showcase circus arts and talents. drawing in an audience’s attention for showcasing the strange and the unique is one of the greatest things to experience. circus performers are probably most accurately referred to as artistes, or artists.  we perform whenever we can, and there’s also always different shows and venues coming up.

this ended up being so long lol. thanks again for asking! I hope this was informative enough but let me know if you have any other questions, you can ask me anything at any time 🖤🎪

[ororoiqaditchalla]

Reason #86 to love T'Choro (even though they're both Black)

Because of that time Storm - the abused, oppressed, submissive wife of Black Panther - hit T'Challa with a "you wanna argue or get your dick sucked?"

Black Panther: The Man Without Fear* by David Liss is a story that I didn't like much when it came out, but I've come to appreciate. T'Challa was really determined to prove himself to...well, himself, and he made Storm promise that no matter what happened, she would leave him on his own. Which she promised she would do...

...and then promptly said "fuck THAT shit" when it was obvious via communication that T'Challa had gotten himself in way too deep.

Of course, T'Challa is pissed at his wife because...well, he's T'Challa. But it has nothing to do with with dimming Storm's light like the haters are always claiming. It's because T'Challa feels that he's failed again (which he absolutely has) and that his wife has to save his ass again (which she absolutely did). As the issue goes on, T'Challa starts to do what he should have done from the very beginning - ask for help - with Storm throwing out sarcastic quips throughout the issue cuz Storm's gon' Storm. T'Challa begrudgingly begins to realize that he cannot do what he's set out to do by himself.

Of course, the T'Choro haters love to hold this up as an example of how "abusive" and "toxic" their marriage is, but the truth is that it's just another example of how two very powerful individuals are still working to communicate and understand each other as a unit. By the end, the two of them are in sync once again.

The sad thing is that Liss (I think it was Liss) mentioned how the X-Office was so hostile to non X-Writers and would even leave him in the dark as to their plans regarding Storm. I have a feeling he's not the only writer they refused to work with. There's a reason why the BP/Storm split was an editorial decision as opposed to one that simply didn't work on paper. And that's why these two are being set up to be together again while the other one has been dragged out to pasture.

BP: The Man Without Fear is a must-read for T'Choro fans. Kudos, David Liss!

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*Although it could also be called Black Panther: The Man Without Any Fucking Sense

[frociaggine]

Hi ❤️ I was wondering, do you have some recs/advices for light cardio HIIT sessions? I follow a weight lifting program online split on 3 days, i'd like to do some type of cardio on a fourth day but online there is.. TOO MUCH infos, i'm basically a beginner still and i'm getting so confused 😭

hi hi thank you for asking I LOVE these questions ❤️ I totally get what you mean about Too Much Information, fitness internet is chockfull of info but it can and does get overwhelming (and contact story!) especially if you're a beginner.

On cardio: I'm a big cardio fan, and could yap about the benefits all day. However! I feel very strongly that the best kind of cardio is the one that you actually like doing. If you're "just" looking to add "do more cardio" to your schedule, without any specific goals, the type of cardio matters a lot less than whether it's going to be fun for you to do. It can be as simple as doing 15/20 mins on an exercise bike after you're done at the gym, or dancing to kpop videos in your bedroom, or going on a moderate hike on Saturdays. If you want to add some more structured workouts, that's also great — more on that below — but IME, finding a form of cardio that you actually enjoy is a lot more important in the long run than trying to find THE perfect cardio workout.

this is the part where I yap. sorry.

SAMPLE CARDIO ROUTINE FOR LIFTERS from this amazing (very insightful!) r/fitness post by a lifting coach who's very solid

Something like this is IMO ideal if you don't have time or inclination to do much else. If it looks good to you, stop here! No need to read on. If you want more info and resources, go on

What's HIIT anyway?

sorry to be pedantic BUT I think it's important when exploring online fitness resources to know this: "light HIIT" is a misnomer. HIIT has become kind of a buzzword that's overused in fitness circles for marketing / SEO reasons, and I understand why (visibility!) but I wanted to clarify this just so you know what to look for going forward. HIIT = "High-intensity interval training": short bursts of exercise that have your heart literally jumping in your throat, followed by recovery. You're meant to give it your absolute all and flop dead like a fish on the grass when you're done. The upside is that HIIT workouts are very short; the downside is that they're very intense, and it can be kind of mentally daunting to psyche yourself up to do it.

So maybe I don't want to do the mentally daunting workout. What else is there?

NON-HIIT WORKOUTS THAT FUCK

Just because something is branded as "HIIT" when it's not, it doesn't mean it's not a damn good workout in its own right. Here is a youtube playlist from a "follow along workouts" fitness influencer who I LOVED during the pandemic (Caroline Girvan, I've yapped about her before). I used to do one of her cardio-heavy workouts once a week as an integration to an at-home fitness routine. That playlist I linked includes 92 (NINETY TWO) workouts. Some are bodyweight, some use dumbells for resistance; pick and choose.

LIGHT CARDIO

Maybe this is what you were looking for in the first place! LISS = Low-Intensity Steady Cardio. As the name implies, instead of "high-intensity bursts + recovery" style of workout, LISS workout means that you constantly keep moving at a steady rate. The downside is that LISS workouts are much longer, and maybe more dull, and you're better off doing them multiple times a week to see benefits. The upside is that they're less taxing on your body and require less recovery time, and they can be paired up with lifting days. Something like 15 mins on an exercise bike as a cooldown after lifting + one longer session (40+ min) on a day you don't lift would be what I think of as "integrating cardio into a lifting schedule" if you don't want to do anything high intensity. Replace exercise bike with walking up an incline or jogging or swimming or dancing or whatever. You can mix and match. You can take a brisk half hour walk 3 times a week and go on a hike every other weekend. Just find something that you enjoy and can stick to ( <- personally I have an audiobook I save to listen to ONLY when I'm doing chill-ish cardio to entertain me during)

Nevermind those alternatives. I want to do HIIT anyway. What do I do?

resources: introduction to HIIT writeup from r/HIIT (not famliar with the sub but the guide looks pretty solid) + some examples of HIIT workouts that you can do anywhere depending on your preferences (bodyweight training, exercise bike or rowing machine, kettlebell swings etc)

Here's an example of a follow-along HIIT workout from an influencer I think is very solid: ONE, TWO. They're 15 minutes long and pretty much what I mean when I say that HIIT is meant to be short and deadly; you do something like this, you recover, you're done.

BIG disclaimer: Don't start with any moves that are too fancy at first. Because HIIT = high intensity, that mostly translates into "doing some moves very fast to try and get your heart rate up within the interval window" and some people interpret that as trying to get in as many reps as possible. this goes extra hard for "follow along" workouts but also in general. If you're not very familiar with those moves, you can risk injury. Some HIIT routines are very dynamic, and if you don't have the movements nailed down, you're better off focusing on maintaining form rather than doing them really fast.

Other disclaimer: I would still pair up HIIT once a week with some more chill cardio on lifting days. If it's possible. But if you're doing HIIT in an intense way, that's already a lot!

TLDR

Summing up. Example of HIIT workouts. Follow alongs: one, two, three. I'd recommend doing one of these once a week if you like them, on a non-lifting day. If these aren't your speed, then a longer session of moderate cardio on a non-lifting day would be good, depending on what you have access to and enjoy. You can also do moderate cardio on lifting days if you're feeling extra motivated.

long-ass science-y article on benefits of cardio for weightlifters because I just really love this blogger

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