talicskalajos

[finalgirllx]

thinking about a silly goofy scene with ellie...

“ellie, ellie! look at- what i’ve got-“ you call out, your words coming out a bit garbled thanks to a set of plastic vampire fangs that you had jammed over your top teeth. delighted by how silly they look-unnaturally white and comically large inside your mouth-you nearly trip over your own feet on a quest to model them for her as a possible couple’s costume.

ellie, working on-hopefully-more mature tasks in the kitchen, lets a surprised giggle that she tries and fails to shield with her hand. “nice fangs,” she praises, flashing her normally-sized teeth right back at you. “sure you need them? you’ve already got lots of bite."  

you roll your eyes, every gesture more exaggerated thanks to your fangs. "ha ha. want a pair? we could be hot vampire girlfriends!" you ask, struggling to enunciate through the plastic pressed up against your gums.

ellie's expression conveyed what you already suspected- that she would shoot the idea down. "mm, not really my thing. you look adorable, though. i'd let you be my cute vampy girl under my arm."  

you don't take the rejection (as predictable as it was) well, your lips contorting into a petty, disappointed frown. ellie huffs at your theatrics and begins to walk your way.  

“watch it– bet these aren’t so cozy jammed into your skin–” you snap when she comes near. ellie response is to not take you seriously at all-which she shouldn't- her steps shift into more of a stalk, a predatory glint in her emerald eyes suggesting you’ve pushed her too far.

“yeah? so we got have a biter today? well, how about-" she ducks her head to ghost her lips all along your neck, placing a few kisses right on your pulse point.

you rushedly pull the cheap fangs from your mouth- too embarrassed at the very thought of moans flowing past the ridiculously campy bright whites.

“hey, i liked those,” ellie teases, backing you up until you're pinned between her and the countertop. she nips at your skin, drawing whines out of you. "mm, i think we keep the use of any fangs to ourselves, yeah?"

[screampied]

#THE GRUDGE! g. satoru

☆ sum. perhaps screwing your ex-husband while the kids are out trick-or-treating wasn’t the best idea. but with him, the only treat he wants to trick is not in a basket—it’s right between your legs.. boo!

wc. 6.6k

warnings. fem! reader, ex-husband gojo, mentions of (2) kids, unprotected, pwp, mild hatefùcking, kakashi references eheh, gojo's still whipped, filthy dirty talk, prone bone, praise, implied bréeding, cunnīlingus / face sītting, bóob fondling, possessive themes, size kink, overstim, brat taming, fıngering, squırting, petnames.

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at the gojo’s, you mentally smack yourself as your feet step onto the scream-themed door mat that reads ‘step if you dare.’ part of you wished no one would answer the doorbell, but part of you solely wished he didn’t answer. it was about seven thirty at night, and with it being saturday, you had the kids for a few days. after that, you’d switch with satoru—your jeering hot-headed ex-husband. you decided since you got off early you’d take them trick-or-treating for a bit. but it’s to your utmost ‘surprise’ that satoru opens the door.

“oh! and who are you supposed to be pretty lady?” he’d hum, digging his hands into his pockets. satoru purposely tilts his head down, getting a good look at you while raising a brow. of course, he always went out for his costumes. this year, he’s wearing some sort of green flak jacket, a mask, and a long-sleeved shirt underneath with dark blue pants.

with a grump, you tuck your arms underneath your pits with your purse clinging onto your shoulder. “myself,” and your eyes flicker toward his messy frosted hair that’s spikier than usual. satoru’s wide headband partially droops below his left eye before you finish mumbling, “who are you even supposed to be.”

“uh, kakashi hatake. the man, the myth, the legend,” and satoru leans back against the front door, pulling out a fake kunai. a hand runs through his hair before he snickers at your unamused expression. tough crowd. “aw, you must be here for the kids, yeah? well, they’re out with nanami ‘n suguru trick-or-treatin’. just some blocks down,” and satoru stepped a few feet back once you trod your way inside, mutely cursing yourself that you’d probably have to wait until they got back. as long as they were with nanami and suguru—you didn’t have a problem. satoru shuts the timber wooden-made door behind him before speaking smugly. “oh. sure.. sure, just make yourself right at home, wifey.”

“don’t call me that.”

“just did.”

oh, brother.

the moment you stepped foot into your old spacey luxurious townhome satoru had built personally for you and your kids—the memories all came crawling back. the two of you didn’t end off on a bad note—divorces happen, and you both maintained a healthy relationship with the kids. you each agreed to co-parent, you’d get the week and he’d get the weekend - sometimes switching and vice versa.

“excuse the mess,” satoru hums, grabbing your coat. he tosses it over his shoulder before giving you another up-down glance. “if i knew you were comin’ over around this hour i’d clean a bit,” and he watches you struggle to keep eye contact. “hey. sweetheart, you’re lookin’ down again.”

with a scoff, you meet his gaze again. and fuck, does he look like he’s gotten even more handsome.

satoru gojo was always attractive—there was no doubt about it.

he was in his mid-thirties now, the two of you had settled down after college before having two kids of your own.

again, there wasn’t a reason for your divorce that was relatively a bad thing. you two just both decided to part ways - but of course, it was lots of unprovoked tension.

the costume that he wore was apparently based on some character named ‘kakashi’ whatever, and like always, he dressed the part. every year once the end of october would come around, satoru would wear an outfit just ‘cause. he stood tall, with serrated white hair that was jagged from all angles with the headband hanging off a side of his eye. in the middle part, the symbol was some kind of swirl that was never-ending.

satoru rambled to you that it was something . . something, a hidden leaf—honestly, you tuned out.

he wore the mask part too, covering up a good portion of his face from the nose down, and even had the red slanting scar that kakashi had near the left side of his eye that was probably makeup.

“i don’t wanna fight, gojo.”

“hmph. so it’s ‘gojo’ now,” he rolls his eyes, hanging your coat up near the rack. you take a quick peer around the room, seeing a plethora of toys and multicolored legos everywhere. it nearly makes you smile, remembering when satoru stepped on one of his youngest daughter’s legos. satoru leans against the glassy kitchen island, watching you take a seat near the crimson-red stool before humming. “and i don’t wanna fight either. in fact, i jus’ wanna talk.”

“so . . talk then,” you murmur, shifting your weight in your feet.

a brief smile creases against both sides of his lips before he grins. “soooo,” and it’s an awkward pause. you eye your ex-husband and he’s got somewhat of a bashful expression. rimy eyes of his dart toward your hand—your fingers specifically before he slyly coos. “i see you’re still wearin’ your wedding ring.”

shit.

he had a point.

after all this time, you still had your ring on. satoru did too—he also kept his ring on all the time, happily flashing it in front of countless numbers of women who’d try to hit on him.

you honestly don’t know why you still held on to it, let alone wear it, and to your surprise—you thought he’d stop wearing his those long seven months ago when the two of you officially split.

you bit the inside of your cheek before letting off a snarky, “shut up.”

satoru nearly snickers before he leans up close to you, only a few inches away. he’s so close that you get a loud wafting whiff of his citrusy cologne.

you remember the exact brand too, and it wasn’t exactly cheap either. he’d buy at least a dozen whenever the two of you went out shopping together - well, used to.

there’s so much tension between you both that you could cut it with a knife - the tension was thick, and the awkward dull pauses only made it even more intense.

there’s an annoying voice in your brain that’s screaming at you to just screw it - screw him, make up for lost time, and just . . . kiss him.

you did want to kiss satoru, and your eyes found themselves glancing toward his pearly pink lips that were almost always naturally glossed.

satoru’s eyes intently lock against yours for a few seconds before he casually brings a thumb up to the corner of your mouth, wiping away a bit of your lip gloss before cooing huskily. he expects you to pull away, but you don’t— in fact, you lean into his touch. once he notices, the only thing he replies with is a playful curt utter of,

“make me.”

so you do, but . . not in the way he expected.

not that satoru gojo was ever a man to complain though, especially with you.

and that’s when he found himself in quite a lewd predicament. satoru’s laid back against his cushiony padded mattress with you straddling his perfectly sculptured chin. a gloved hand of his grip near your right hip before he strums a thumb down your sopping wet entrance.

glossy - it’s prettier like he’s never seen it, and he can’t help but lick his lips like an animal preparing to feast the second you start to smear yourself against his chin.

“y’knowww baby, when you told me to shut up i didn’t think you meant sitting on my f—mmph,” and you cut him off mid-sentence by softly planting your cunt back on his mouth.

satoru grunts, bringing his free hand to wrap around the other unoccupied corner of your waist. he grunts, dipping his tongue inside before the familiar taste comes crawling back to his spiraling tastebuds. your taste, he missed your sweetness . . almost as much as he missed you.

as you sweetly moan within each dragging second, you glance down at him with hazed-blown pupils. shifting your wobbly weight and knees against his face, you start to feel his stubble rub on your skin. it almost tickles - but oh, you weren’t laughing.

his tongue had you doing quite the opposite.

“f- fuck,” you huff out, already starting to feel the plunging heaves of your stomach commence. sure, this was probably a bad idea, and sure, you and him probably needed to have an actual conversation at some point but now - you didn’t care about words.

you didn’t care about anything, and part of you kind of missed him.

perhaps his tongue was a majority reason for that part, and each time he rummages inside the deep secluded parts of your pussy, you let off cute individual mewling whimpers. satoru’s always been skilled, and he knew just how to please you.

his tongue always knew how to remind you of how much it’s missed its favorite meal.

curl after fucking curl, he’s leisurely spelling out letters and shapes and symbols with his tongue, taking every few seconds to swallow. satoru groans against your slobbering cunt, feeling you briefly thrust up against his nose and he can’t help but smell your tangy glacé coated sex.

it’s pleasantly sweet, and for a moment, scintillating blue eyes meet back up toward you. “h- heh, ‘s this why you came over? to shut me up ‘n use my fuckin’ mouth, sweetheart?”

“god, you talk t.. too much,” you moan, grabbing a fistful of his hair. in a way - that was true.

satoru was the definition of a blabbermouth.

he’d just talk and talk and talk . . yapping your ear off until you shut him right up in the best (and his personal favorite) way possible - sitting on his pretty face.

a pompous grin stretches across each corner of his lips whilst his jaw’s already dripping due to your slick that paints near the outer crevices of his thin lips. slow, it starts to slowly trickle down his chin at a snail-like pace, creating a shimmery coat of gloss that dribbles underneath his slack mandible.

satoru lays his long pointed tongue flat - savoring every single drop before he’s starting to suck against your clit.

“oh! fuck, right there ‘toru, riiiight there,” and he’s just sloppy. the mask part of his costume was pulled down to his neck as he was using his upper and bottom lip to munch against your sobbing pussy at irregularly paced intervals. your legs failed to stay still and you could already feel the carnal slope of your back starting to form an obtuse-like arch. “fuck, fuckin’ spit on it, ‘toru. pleasepleaseee.”

cute.

you’re calling him ‘toru again, and it makes him cockily grin knowing it was his tongue’s doing.

“wifey’s still as nasty as ever,” satoru whispers against your leaky folds, sliding a thin middle finger near your wet entrance. with a loud ‘psh’ you end up gushing out a bit abruptly and you whine loudly. your thighs rapidly snap together as you blink thrice, feeling his swollen lips glue against your pussy. “mmh, still a wet girl too. my wet girl.” you peek down at satoru who’s the literal epitome of the word smug.

he’s smearing his entire face against your teary slabbering cunt, spitting on it before lapping it right back up again.

you missed his nasty mouth - badly, and it makes your eyes shamelessly roll backward as you start to frailly rut your rickety hips into his mouth.

satoru brings two willowy fingers toward your slit before sliding the icy jewel rock of his wedding ring against your dribbling cunt.

wet, you were soaked and you let off shivering labored breaths once he started to toy with your saturated slick entrance.

with widened doe eyes, you meet his esurient-filled gaze and he hums at you. “listen to how damn wet she is,” he huffs, and you moan at the ridiculously drenching sounds of your pussy. he’s playing with you from between your thighs, chin still dripping with insane amounts of your syrupy juices. “mhm, i know, i know,” and you feel the feeble weight of your thighs quiver the second he’s focusing his attention primarily on your cunt now and not you.

all six eyes were fixated between your legs—

satoru strums the pad of his thumb down your drooling slit before gradually rolling his tongue from top-to-fucking-bottom.

he’s nasty, slithering the tip of his tongue everywhere until your toes curl and you’re letting off the cutest shrilling sounds. satoru even starts to spell out ‘m-a-r-r-y m-e’ and as lewd as it was, he’s proposing to your pussy. he needed you, and satoru knew the both of you divorcing was nearly inevitable, but he missed you.

he especially missed the way you tasted - so sweet, he could eat you out for hours even with his jaw sore ‘n locked. satoru’s a pussy pleaser, making you draw out sweet cries of more as he slurps you clean, his tongue occasionally sliding toward your puckering hole.

“satoru… ngh,” you whimper, the grip of your hand against his hair getting stronger. you’re fucking his face, grinding your slick against his mouth while watching his pretty frosty lashes flap. you’re squelching profusely, and each sloshing slosh of your pussy makes his dick twitch in his pants. “goddd, ‘m gonna cum. make me cum, fuck.”

“let’s see what she thinks,” he purrs, lustrous polished lips flushing into a pearly coat of clear once he licks them. satoru’s entirely pussy drunk, and you shudder once he slowly inserts a lanky middle finger. with a loud ‘pop!’ sound, it dexterously slides itself in, rummaging past the tight ring of your entrance.

fuck, he had such long fingers.

you almost forgot - satoru always joked with you how being ‘the strongest’ came with having six-inch fingers and he wasn’t fucking kidding . .

“hm, should my baby cum? does she deserve it?” and your lips curl up into a pout. he’s serious, having an entire conversation with your pussy. you moaned, maintaining a stiff grip on his hair before satoru started to smear circles against your cunt.

again, you’re just wet. your slickness amused him and satoru can’t help but playfully pat your pretty soddened pussy with the center of his palm once he doesn’t get a reply. the only reply he does get is the cute sloshing sounds that repeatedly gush between your poor quivery thighs.

you’re slowing yourself against his mouth as you straddle him, whimpering at the feeling of his thin digit piercing its way inside of you. you’re close, and you can feel yourself glitching and spasming the second the tip of his finger grazes past your g-spot.

already, he’s located it like ‘x’ marks the spot. your jaw was dropped, and you were on the verge of euphoric death.

satoru stretched your cunt out perfectly with just one finger, and sure . . you’ve had your fair share of intimacy with your ex-husband, but fuck did it always feel like the first time.

you couldn’t help but start to drool a bit, weakly rutting your hips against his face as you’re leisurely getting closer to the brink of your edge.

it’s carnal, you’re stupidly crisscrossed with your eyes flickering back and forth like turning signals before satoru starts to playfully nibble against your cunt again. this time though, he’s adding in another finger and the spongy pressure that’s being played with inside of you earns out a sweet honeyed gasp that sounds like a breathy shriek!

“toru, sato—fuck, ‘m cumming, ‘m gonna cum,” and your words repeated themselves over and over. you’re like a broken recurrent record on a looping vinyl. your cunt continues to sloppily rest against his perfect crooked lips the entire time as you’re blissfully coming undone.

satoru’s staring at you the entire time, practically undressing you with his eyes. he grunts, spotting how your perked nipples noticeably prodded through your silvery blouse. “ugh, fuuuck.” and it hits you like a crashing wave that slams its way into shore.

satoru’s still heartily pumping two slender digits in and out of your splashing cunt whilst you gush right on him, weak defeated hips losing their stability.

you were whimpering, tasting your candied orgasm on your tongue—it felt that good to where it’s like you could taste every nerve against your salivated tastebuds.

only satoru could make you cum on his tongue like this. you were speechless - frantically panting as you released your hand from his ghostly white strands. he’s still leaking your juices from the crannies of his lips before he exhales deeply.

“yeaaah, atta girl. lay it on me,” and you moan as he’s still sliding his long tongue in between the sopping folds of your sensitive cunt, gradually pulling out his lengthy digit pillars of fingers. “fuck, y’r so hot when you try ‘ta put me in my place, sweetheart.”

“stop talking,” you pant, getting off of him. satoru raises a pallid brow, and he grows amused once you suddenly push him to lie flat against his back. with a raspy ‘ugh’ he lands back against the velvet-colored pillows, a sly smirk marinating against his complacent features.

like a slut - he merrily manspreads just for you, long legs spread wide apart with a huge bulge sticking out of his pants.

he’s still got the shinobi headband on, part of it slumping down his left eye. “oh, what’s this?” he lowly gruffs, eyeing you from head to toe again.

this time though, it’s more sensual. satoru’s taking in every piece of fabric that’s protecting your skin, watching as you slowly undress yourself.

he could feel his boner excruciatingly rubbing against his pants the more he watched. he’s taking in your appetizing presented curves . . so pretty. especially after having two kids - his kids.

“gonna ride me, yeah?” he jibes, continuing once you were now left in nothing but a matching set of panties and bra.

coincidentally - the colors matched his exact eye color, and satoru always had a thing for you wearing clothes that matched his eyes. but like always, he just kept on talking. he was too cocky for his good, and maybe one more fuck was just what you needed. what you both needed.

just . . one . . more,

right?

well, that’s what you told yourself.

but all that went out the window the second you’re aligning yourself on his cock. satoru takes a sharp three-second breath, ogling at your every move. it’s like a game of chess. he’s waiting for you - for your cunt to make its move against his throbbing mushroomy tip.

two big hands of his wrap around your waist and he grunts lowly. feeling your slick cunt maneuver itself against his angry reddened tip makes his head slightly toss back in feral rapture.

his tip—it’s got a coral blush, and you let off a moan at feeling his hooked fat plump crownhead try to plummet its way in.

it’s rude, not caring to introduce itself to your cunt but slam its way in instead, asking if your insides remember him.

and it does - it definitely does.

“ohhh fuck,” you sob out a needy moan, your hips eagerly making two solid taut bucks against him.

satoru groans against your ear, swollen sack peeling back as you’re still straddling him. your body, it was in his arms again and he couldn’t help but feel you everywhere.

starting at your hips, he holds them tight, tracing the callused scarred tips of fingers all around the curvature of your body before trailing down toward the juncture of your rear. “god, don’t know how much i missed you ‘n your smart mouth,” and as you let off a surprised gasp, satoru grabs a nice chunk of your ass. “missed this ass just as much.”

“bet you did,” you puff, full lungs already on the verge of collapsing. he’s huge - and barely the tip was in and you could already feel your pussy starting to throw a fit of tantrums. satoru’s girth made him stretch more, and for a second you let off another sweet moan before meeting his gaze.

he’s got a delicious curve to him that always makes your insides twist and churn. it’s a feeling you’ll probably never get used to.

“what’s with the smirk? somethin’ funny?”

“you, baby,” satoru titters, giving you a haughty head nod. you feel your cunt throb as you’re trying to continue to lower yourself down on his cock but the stretch - fuck, pretty soon your poor cunt was about to be met with max fucking capacity.

satoru’s sparkly heavy-lidded eyes linger on you before he cups your chin, swiping a thumb across your wet quavering lips. “all that talk ‘n you still can’t take me. thought i trained my wife’s pussy good,” and with a teasing pout, he shrugs. “guessss not!”

“fuck you.” you moan, mentally groaning the second you felt yourself getting more soaked, just from his words alone.

pathetic - and yet, you wanted more.

satoru clicks his tongue, and with a blink of an eye, he now has you flipped over. you gasp, landing flat on your chest as he’s got your wrists restrained against your back.

satoru rolls his eyes, sprawling out your weak-kneed legs all the way apart to get a good glimpse of your sopping pussy from the back.

god, in his mind - it should have been a crime to be this wet. your sopping, pearly translucent molasses of your slick stream down your pulsing entrance and he grunts.

“fuck you,” he repeats, although he says it cheekily. even though you weren’t even facing him anymore you could almost visibly see the annoying shit-eating grin plastering on his face.

from ear to ear with each of his dimples piercing each wry crevice of his mouth, he's so smug--bastard.

your back arches and you moan the second he starts to smack his rotund tip against your pussy. “myyy, what a fuckin’ mess,” and you suck your teeth, feeling satoru’s loud spanks hit louder. each time his fat cockhead thumps itself against your wet outer folds, the vibrations make you shiver from the waist down.

the tingly tenderness makes your toes immediately curl up once more and your canorous-like moans start to become muffled once you dig your teeth into the edge of a nearby pillow. “still wet after alllll this time like a good messy girl,” he grits. with another smack of his tip, your leg twitches in response. “ooh, she likes that,” and satoru softly spreads your saturated cunt lips apart with two fingers just to see your pulse throb in full filthy action. “fuuck, she’s achin’ for it. look at that pretty ‘lil throb. so cute.”

“are you gonna fuck me or n—”

“listen, honey,” and you moan at the sudden husky drop of his voice. satoru softly wraps a few fingers around your throat, pressing his slim body right against your own. he drops your wrist, watching you sink into the mattress as limp-like. he’s so close that you could feel the outline of his abs prods against his shirt.

inching his lips near the shell of your earlobe, he starts to pant. heavy, sinister breath that ends up making you throb ten times harder. “i’m gonna fuck you,” he grunts, feeling your ass cutely try to jerk its way against him. the costume part of his pants was lazily pulled down, reaching the low area of his ankles. with a husky sigh, satoru brings his tip near the dripping entrance of your sloppy doused cunt. “might as well fuck that bratitude out of ya too while ‘m at it,” and you moan once he’s slowly starting to sink his way in.

satoru grabs ahold of your torso, lifting you slightly to a certain degree. your ass was raised just a few meters with your face smushed against the satiny made bedsheets.

his eyes dart down your body for another time and now, he’s just openly gawking at your exposed skin - your gorgeous physique.

satoru could stare at you all day if he could. “f- fuh—fuck,” you croak, plump lips forming into a hoop-like ‘o’ the moment he’s easing his way inside. there goes his ridiculous girth again, there goes his fat length that never fails to rearrange your clingy needy insides.

your tummy dips from each inch that’s gradually disappearing inside of you like a never-before-seen magic trick until he’s starting to gruffly groan. satoru’s already breaking a frigidly cold sweat.

it was just him feeling your covetous wet cunt voluntarily swallow him up - squeezing him tightly like a vice until you wring him dry. your pussy’s holding him hostage, and with the tight firm grasp you had against him, you never wanted to let go. “ ‘toruuu, ‘s fuckin’ big.”

“allll for you,” he drags out his words through raspy breathy sentences. chalky white brows of his compress together as he’s starting to feel the brief twinge of pleasure that courses through his beefy clenched thighs. with hooded cunt-drunk eyes, satoru already heard your gargling pussy trying to get more bratty words in. “all. for. you,”

and he punctuated his words just like he punctuated his merciless, sloppy thrusts.

the first thrust was rigid, the second thrust was sensual, and the third was damn near powerful. .

you moan loudly, feeling him caress tender circles near the exposed nape of your neck with his thumb as he tries to start up a sufficient pace. it took him a moment before he was fully in, making sure you felt and remembered every single inch.

satoru expands through your cunt like a domain.. the more carnal lewd way though.

it makes you shiver, and with his weight pressing into your ass that was your last fucking straw.

satoru’s got you in prone bone - a position like doggy but better, and he’s got his chiseled hips just barely hovering over your ass. with pounds and pounds of skin against skin—each smack against flesh had your mind going for a whirl ride.

you were already surrounded by his sweltering warmth from the inside and the feeling alone was enough to make your mouth water.

heavy airy pants drew out from your full lungs like you were some sort of animal, then again—it’s satoru gojo, and his dick was just one of a fuckin’ kind..

his cock was heavy, driving through your cunt like it’s been ages, and it kinda has.

with a hypnotic pivot of his askew hips, satoru makes you arch just a bit further. it’s a pretty arch, and he skips a few fingers down your curling spine. he watches you trying to wriggle away but with a cocky, “ah ah. where ya goin'?” he reels you right back into him. he’s so thick, and he only imagined how pretty you looked with your eyes lulling toward the back of your skull. “aw, don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart,” he purrs lowly, and you moan once he gives your ass a rude spank. “wanna hear my wife’s pretty voice. y’r sloppy pussy’s nice but i wanna—ngh, hear you.”

“ex-wife,” you correct him again, and you know he’s just addressing you as that just to tease you. you start to whimper as his rhythm starts to pick up, ploddingly dragging his keen hips further and further into you. “hnghh. stupid-,” you blurb out another weak squalling whimper, gluey lips starting to stick together.

you almost forgot how mean his dick game was, and satoru knew how to fuck.

he had the type of dick where it’d make you question your life choices—so good, each curve of his hips had you getting more and more stupid.

you’re pronounced cock drunk within milliseconds, and it doesn’t even take you long before your eyes were as wide as saucers, tongue lolled, and your back arches to its very limit.

and his stamina . . oh,

it never changed once he aged—he had the stamina of a fucking stallion, and his hips proved the horsepower to back it up.

“whaaat’s that?” satoru chirps, adding a bit more pressure around your throat. it’s safe - but you let off a tiny crooning moan once his strokes become deeper. you feel him reach at unimaginable angles, and your eyes start to roll back again.

satoru’s got you right where he wants, in his bed, the bed that used to be shared between you both.

he’s amping up his delirious pace, striking his feral hips into you quicker before groaning against your ear. in a hoarse tone, he licks a stripe down your neck. “such a brat, bet you don’t slut this pretty pussy out for anyone else, huh?”

you moan, feeling him breathe down your neck. cloudy hot puffs of air aerate against your skin before satoru starts to suck against your shoulder. “mmh. maybe i do. ‘s none of your business.”

“oh girl, please,” satoru replies, and his sass was enough to make your thighs quake.

you still couldn’t get used to his size - the fat fucking size of his cock that nearly makes both of your thighs clamp shut.

the shirt part of his costume snags against your skin as he’s still fucking you raw, buried balls fuckin’ deep before satoru starts to slow down.

with a wet ‘plop!’ he grunts, feeling his dick slip right out of you. “fuuck,” and he takes a moment to stare at the sight underneath him.

you, his pretty ex-wife all arched and hunched over.

your pussy’s pitifully drooling for more - sniveling wetly from the sheeny flaps as you clench around the air for a few seconds.

as a soft needy moan leaves you, you whine out an inaudible noise that sounds almost like you’re saying ‘what happened?’

“so . . fuckin’ hot,” satoru groans, re-aligning himself back against your slick-flooded entrance.

he heard your melodic ‘oooh’ leave from your lips as he was back inside, a content sigh departing from his chest. satoru can’t help but lean himself against you, bringing his hands toward your bouncy tits. “ah, can’t forget about my favorite girls,” and you let off a plethora of whiney whimpers, feeling him drag his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. satoru’s hips start to get sloppy and his cock’s just lazily swerving its way through every filthy orifice. “so pretty ‘n plump. . all mine.”

satoru continues to fondle your breasts as he’s ruthlessly pounding into you, swinish hands desperate to feel every part of your round soft tits. he’s moaning against your ear right with you, and satoru’s starting to feel himself steadily reach toward his vulgar demise.

his cock’s rude, repeatedly hitting itself against your precious beloved g-spot. it’s smothering it with a multitude of sloppy kisses with his tip, making sure it savors every wet smooch. “fuck, fuck me,” you moan, lying in a puddle of your drool that starts to dampen the pillow that rests underneath your chin.

“greedy ‘lil thing,” satoru huffs, and as he’s still playing with your tits, his pumps start to slow down. satoru’s massaging your walls so good that it’s like he’s putting a wicked spell on your pussy.

you could barely even sit up anymore, and he’s holding your hips firmly. “mmhhh, gettin’ me all soaked, baby. should make you lick me right up.”

“how about you stop talking-”

“how about i edge you ‘n let you finish this sloppy pussy yourself, huh?”

radio silence.

you moaned in response and satoru shook his head with another smarmy sneer squeezing across both corners of his pink lips.

“uh huh. ‘s what i thought,” and satoru groans the moment he feels himself starting to shrink up from the inside.

his testes were nothing but wrung out, plump, and swollen underneath you, pap papping against your ass - preparing to be milked full.

the lewd imagery alone makes him grunt, feeling a vein prod down his shaft. satoru’s abs flex through his shirt before he sighs, bringing a kiss near the back of your neck. “hah, tell me where sweetheart. where do you want it, tell me.”

“fuck,” you moan, losing count of each time his pointed tip thrashes itself against the gummy barrier of your cervix.

satoru lowly chortles, panting heavily before making you lie straight down against the bed. “heh, fuck? that’s not an answer, silly.”

“inside, fuckin’ finish inside, ‘toru,” you blurt out, hearing your voice start to strain.

you’ve been moaning your head off, and your chords were starting to sound like they’ve had just about enough.

“nuh uh, manners sweetheart. don’t act brand new,” he teases, tracing a palm over the curved shape of your perked ass. he was in so deep, you felt the pressure press down on your tummy and it gave birth to an entire school of butterflies. you slip out another moan once satoru’s slowing his impactful thrusts down, still filling you to the brim before bringing his hips to a sudden halt. he’s back up against your ear before he whispers hoarsely, “ ‘pretty pleaseee’, c’mon baby. talk to me nice.”

with a guttural whine desperately trying to rip out the back of your throat, you grumble out a bratty, “fuck you.”

“hah, you’re a trip, y’know that?” and you gasp, feeling satoru snake a hand in between your thighs.

as he drags it down to where it stops near your stuffed pussy, he starts to rub his open palm against you. you moan, arching ever further as your ass presses into him. “it’s ‘fuck me’ ‘n yet you’re bent over for me, wet for me, sloppy for fuckin’ me,” and you felt yourself starting to throb quicker the more he spoke.

within each filthy sentence, his words drip with more erotic bass in his voice—

it’s sexy, and satoru’s feeling you trying to weakly grind your ass back against him so he could finish. it’s cute, the way how you’re so impatient but such a brat.

the woman he always knew - his wife.

“sato—satoruuu,” you mewl out, another whimper flying past your spit-slick lips. the gradual sounds of skin slapping resound against the walls of the spacious bedroom before it echoes. you moan once his cock stills itself inside - waiting for you, and with a defeated moan, you huff, “fine, pretty please.”

“pretty please what, sweetheart?”

he’s annoying, and yet here you were shamefully pulsating for him, arched over for him, and babbling his name over and over again like it’s some repetitive sacred mantra.

with a pouty scoff, you grumble out a subtle, “pretty please . . cum inside, ‘toru. please.”

“atta girl, use those words,” he purrs, and you moan once he gently grabs both of your unsteady hips. satoru braces your body underneath him and he grunts once he focuses back on his release. “god, this tummy,” he rasps, and you whimper once you feel his bare hands creep underneath your warm flat body.

satoru’s body remains on top of you - pounding you ruthlessly, and that’s when he softly presses a hand against your stomach. right there, he feels a tiny bulge of himself and it makes him grunt.

you were squeezing around his cock tight, slathering the entirety of his fat cock with your slimy slick before he groans. “mhm, you’d look so pretty plump ‘n round again for me, baby,” and satoru’s starting to feel it. his body - it shakes, damn near erupting as his high’s approaching at a hasty speed. “prettiest fuckin’ mommy. fuck, ‘m gonna give you so much.”

white lashes of his snap shut as he whines into your shoulder, still pumping thick inches into you from behind—skin slapping meanly and resounding off the walls of the room before he groans out a growling, “fuck!” you’re moaning right with him, his heat radiating against your skin. satoru’s strokes were hypnotic, his hips jerk against your ass as you’re barely keeping up. your insides felt churned all the way out as he still had a hand lying on the center of your tummy, drooling at the thought of filling you up again.

when it arrives, it’s quick - it takes him only a few long drawn-out seconds before he finally lets go. white brows of his twist together as he’s slowly pumping you full of ribbons ‘n ribbons of cum.

pearly slimy globs shoot into you, and you moan out a content sigh of your own as the muscles in your shoulders relax. “fuuuck,” you breathe, hearing satoru’s groans overshadow your noises. he’s always been far louder than you, especially whenever he was finishing.

he sounded pretty, angelic almost. satoru’s eyes flicker down toward the mess that’s being made, hearing the sloppy sounds of your pussy gargle and all.

bubbles of ivory-colored seed coat the outer folds of your entrance and you feel his warmth.

gristly silky ropes dribble into you all at once, creating a milky white ring that starts to form around his base. he’s missed filling you up like this - so so bad.

satoru nearly slips out a whine as he’s dumping his all into you—casually filling you to the brim, and that’s when his hips start to get even sloppier.

he was a mess, and you’ve milked him dry. he watches as your pretty pussy’s all filled and glossed - oozing with such amounts of cum.

a bit of stringy strands started to stick and glue against your thighs like adhesive, and he couldn’t help but pull out. it’s a squishy lewd ‘pop’ that sounds the second he drags his weighty cock out from between your creamy flaps. “god, look at how pretty she is after a good fillin’,” he huffs, and you’re still catching your breath once satoru flips you over. you’re lying on your back, meeting his gaze.

you’ve never seen him more in love - oh, he was whipped.

he didn’t even have to tell you those known words because his eyes already spoke for him. satoru rubs his leaky white-coated tip against your cunt, smearing his cum all over your entrance before sighing. after he does that, satoru licks his lips and that’s when you watch his head starting to disappear, going lower.

“can’t . . let it go to waste,” he grumbles, and you moan the second you feel the tip of his tongue starting to create a slope up your right thigh.

slowly, he’s lapping up the remnants of his cum that’s spilling down your skin. you almost forgot just how filthy he was. satoru had no shame, and he even moaned once the taste of his mess met against his tastebuds. “mmh.”

“s- satoru,” you heave, a hand finding its way through his strands again. his lips were soft, and he then started to create sloppy kisses. you moan, writhing against the stained sheets before gingerly bringing his head back up.

with a sleazy grin, his eyebrows raised before you finish your sentence, tangled fingers still fishing through his snowy unkempt tresses. “kiss me.”

“heh, that’s my girl,” he hoarsely, gradually closing the distance between you both. he’s been longing to kiss you, to plant his lips against yours. satoru groans in your mouth, feeling your arms wrap around his slim waist.

he starts grinding his hips against yours, his angered reddened tip blushing the more cold air sets against it. you’ve never felt more hot, and you could feel a smirk carve against satoru’s lips as he’s making out with you.

it’s intense - his tongue explores throughout your mouth, demanding entry as you moan.

satoru’s sweating pinballs, and he presses his forehead against yours. “fuckin’ woman,” he whispers, his voice getting more and more raspy.

you could taste himself on his tongue and so could he.

it was lewd - and yet, he only wanted more. more of you and so much of it..

satoru leans into your touch, sucking on your tongue as pairs of teeth occasionally clash and smash together before that’s when you abruptly pull away.

“h..hey,” he huffs, and he’s entirely flustered. satoru’s got heart eyes in his pupils, and he’s very much whipped. of course, though, he tries not to show it by keeping up his smug, arrogant façade. “what’s— ah.”

like earlier, you switch positions and push him lightly to where he lands on his back. pretty soon, you were sure trick-or-treating was gonna be over soon for the kids—satoru mentioned earlier how they were staying out for about maybe two hours.

as you straddle his lap again, finally listening to that annoying voice in your head, you made up your mind.

fuck it.

fuck him - literally.

“lie back,” you murmur, and you watch as satoru grows sheepish. you’re getting under his skin, and your sudden change in demeanor makes him hard for what was probably the umpteenth time of the night.

like a dog – he’s obedient, going manspread again before a groan escapes out of him. as your drenched flooded cunt hovers over his tip again, you lean in to pepper chaste kisses near his neck.

“oh, finally gonna ride me now, yeah?” satoru raises a brow, though you could tell how his cockiness was fading. he was sensitive - very.

it was almost painful, and now you were just teasingly grinding the entrance of your cock back ‘n forth against his flaccid length that rests against his tummy. “shit,” he swallows, idly bringing a hand toward your waist. he sees the look in your eyes before dryly chuckling. “f- fine. but this means . . you’ll give me another chance?”

you deadpan, playfully flicking his chest back before humming. “we’ll see.”

“i’ll take it,” satoru pants, trying to flash a smile but he ends up moaning the second you’re starting to align himself against his throbbing tip.

he’s still leaking gleaming white droplets from the sides of his dick, his veiny shaft being decorated with globs and globs of pre. with a guttural groan, satoru’s abs flex through his costume before he grabs your ass, giving your left rear cheek its nth spank.

“do your worst fuckin’ then,” satoru stares up at you, a whine desperately trying to leave his slick-spit lips before he squeezes your ass. as you moan, watching his swollen tip gradually disappear between your sappy folds, gojo sighs.

as your unstable hips try to steady themselves against him, you feel satoru rub the front jeweled part of his wedding ring on your sopping cunt one more time right as you prepare to ride him.

“m- make your husband proud, wifey.”

[jumpingjoltiks]

Since Halloween is coming up…maybe some pumpkin carving with Ingo and Emmet? :’)

I love the idea of Ingo carving pumpkins and a litwick enters inside. The pumpkin glows an ominous purple which is a magnificent color.

Hear me out, they would have a pumpkin carving contest. You would stare at them blankly as bits of pumpkin are messily sprawled amongst the table. Well…mainly from Emmet. That is.

I can imagine them carving out trains on numerous of pumpkins, and even attempting to carve their Pokémon onto the pumpkin.

Oh my gosh this is such a cute idea!!!

🎃 Submas and Jack'o'Lantern Carving 🎃

Basic headcanons up above & fluffy x Reader content below the cut!

Litwick. Love. Jack'o'Lanterns.

Baby Litwick often get carried around inside the glass orbs of Chandelure to keep them warm and safe. The round, hollow shape of the pumpkin mimics that feeling, which brings comfort to many Litwick.

So every year as a kid, Ingo set about carving the perfect lantern for his starter.

Emmet initially got involved just as a way to spend time with his brother and to get closer to their pokemon.

Perhaps it was his competitive streak talking, but he really wanted to carve a pumpkin that Litwick liked better than his brother's.

As the years go by, this evolved into a yearly pumpkin carving contest between the twins, with Chandelure acting as their impartial judge.

When you come to visit one weekend in mid October, you walk in to find their kitchen is covered in pumpkin guts. It's everywhere - the floor, the counters, the table, and all over your lovely twins.

Several pumpkins are already carved with train cars and a steam engine to lead them, lined up on the counter in a terribly cute display.

Emmet has his arms elbow deep in a pumpkin the size of a Munna, and Ingo is pulling out a stretch of orange guts when you make eye contact.

"Bravo! You've arrived to the station right on time! Please, join us. We have a pumpkin for you as well!"

It was certainly a surprise choice of activity, but you've never been one to turn down a challenge. You roll up your sleeves and grab a gourd.

Chandelure trills happily above you, clearly delighted by the new addition to her favorite yearly contest. She spins along the ceiling and carefully observes the work of her humans.

Ingo and Emmet are clearly well experienced, and make wonderful Jack'o'Lanterns. You have to say, yours isn't too bad either!

Emmet has carved an Eelektross that curls all the way around the outside of the pumpkin. It's flapping fins and underbelly glow like a livewire (just like the real thing!) when a candle is placed inside.

Ingo has chosen the grinning smile of a Gliscor that stretches across the pumpkin's round skin. It's two eyes are illuminated bright yellow when the inside is lit.

As for you, you've carved a pair of gem-like eyes, a smile full of pointed fangs, and a pair of grasping, greedy hands - a Sableye!

The final inspection is a tense one. Chandelure is a tough judge, and at last decides that Emmet's Eelektross to be this year's winner.

Emmet smiles quite happily and you award him a little kiss as a prize.

The rest of the evening is spent eating warm, cinnamon roasted pumpkin seeds and watching spooky movies while curled up together on the couch.

This might just be your new favorite tradition.

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

i really feel you on the heat exhaustion in the summer and losing weight, i have it too. in my case i cannot regulate my internal body temperature due to medical issues so i'm always a human furnace and it makes summer awful to endure. i'll end up drinking a lot of flavoured water, eating yogurts and sandwiches with varied fillings etc and never anything hot. not even coffee, it's all iced coffee until like mid-october.

that being said, from one human furnace to another, do you have any tips to stay cool, especially for someone with no ac? i tend to drink ice water and have the "damp flannel in the freezer for 15 minutes on the neck" thing as well as cold showers, but do you suggest anything else?

Oh god the summer is tough for those of us who don't have AC and have medical conditions. You have said some good stuff here, but I can provide some tips of my own

Sugary drinks. Everyone is terrified of soda in this day and age, but I find it's actually a useful tool with chronic illness - and one of the main reasons I haven't lost more weight. Drinking low calorie or 0 calorie vitamin water is good, but sometimes it's good to drink liquids with higher calorie content in them. You get hydration and you can make up for calories that you miss during meals if you have to skip meals due to heat induced nausea. Liquid is always easier to ingest past nausea. And this goes for soda, juice, and even ice cold smoothies.

Ice. Ice, ice, ice. This may seem super basic, but I have to press it home. Buy one or two silicone ice trays on Amazon and always keep them full in your freezer, or invest in an electrical ice maker (this would be something to put on your Christmas list and ask for as a gift - the one my mom got for me and my sister was $160 on sale, so you can look out for sales too) - but having ice cubes in drinks makes a huge difference. Even putting ice cubes on your skin makes a huge difference when your body doesn't regulate heat normally.

Double walled tumblers. This is paired with ice. I know the Stanley trend seems stupid, and I don't even like Stanleys - I fucking hate the concept of paying $200 for a water bottle. The ones I use are $5 or $10 from Walmart - but make sure the one you buy is double walled and marked as insulated. This is proven effective to make cold drinks last for longer. So when you are exhausted from the heat, you don't have to keep getting up to refresh your drink and put more ice cubes. And it helps your drink stay cold from start to finish, helping your body temperature stay even a little bit lower.

Cold showers or baths. Again, this is kind of basic (and something said, but I am making a general list) - just be careful because if your medical condition means that you can't regulate body temperature, then exposing yourself to water that is too cold could make you sicker. The water should be tepid - room temperature, or slightly cool. And don't stay in for too long. Set a timer and listen to your body.

Putting cold items - cold cloths, ice packs, etc. - on target areas. There are target areas where coldness on your skin is more effective: the back of your neck, the top of your head, and your spine. This targets your central nervous system and helps you get cooler faster.

Air circulation. Again, this one might seem obvious, but I thought I would say it. Being a hot stuffy room is bad, so opening up windows and using fans to circulate air - even if it's warm air - is better than sitting in a room that is basically working as an oven toward your body. Also keep in mind that air needs a path to flow - if you open a window in your bedroom, open your bedroom door and a window in another room to help the air flow. You might be surprised what a difference this makes. Also, even if it's hot outside, it will likely be hotter inside your house if there is no air flow in your house.

Pet cooling pads. They sell relatively cheap cooling pads for dogs and cats (we got one for my cat at the dollar store) and sometimes I randomly sit on it even though it's for my cat. I recommend getting one of these to sit on or keep inside your pillow case to make sleeping easier.

I keep thinking of many other basic things: light clothing/minimal clothing, lack of activity, eating cold food (like popsicles), stick your head in the freezer...

Watch the movie Frozen and pretend that you are in the icy Arendelle summer?

[omnic]

oh yeah forgot to give a little Health Update

regarding the specialist that my GP suggested i go see, on their website they say they try to see everyone in my kinda circumstance within 1-2 weeks. it felt promising!!! when i reached out like, two weeks ago, to secure to appointment. they told me the earliest they could see me was early-mid december because they were at capacity. tbh i felt VERY deflated. also their prices made me feel a bit Scared, because they're a private practice and have little to no medicare support, which means if you don't have private health insurance everything sucks. i even contemplated getting private health insurance just so i could potentially minimise the cost, but every single private health insurance i looked into had the same criteria:

pre-existing medical conditions require a 12 month wait before anything pertaining to them can be covered. even if you haven't gotten the actual Diagnosis, if you've had symptoms for up to 6 months prior, it counts.

i'll be honest y'all i don't think i have 12 months to spare LMAO

i accepted the dec. appointment mostly so i could have it in my back pocket but i've been looking at other specialist centres and it's been. very stressful and disheartening. in the end i've found somewhere that accepts medicare and has appointments prior to october, though it's a bit of a distance from where i am now. but it's the most promising one, time and money wise, that i've come across.

i'm gonna have to see my GP tomorrow though because i've been in on-and-off agony for the past four days. my left ovary feels like it's intent on murdering me. i did my shift at work today despite the pain and toughed through it because i Need that money. rip sorry customers as i literally hobbled my ass around the cafe delivering drinks and food

[tohellandback99]

“Feed your soul, NOT your waistline.” - Siobhan Klaxon

Omg 🍪 ☕️ sigh, Siobhan, Siobhan, Siobhan, Siobhan, Siobhan… 😔 ugh. Ooooggh. God. God

when I drew this I actually felt for her a bit

I was initially wanting to draw Raul some more in June. I said to myself, “This is my excuse to draw him, 🥳” and then realized that I can and should draw him whenever the hell I want, lol. I don’t need an excuse. Raul makes me happy to still be alive. I’ll get to him soon when I can balance out this huge project I have currently, with my more relaxing sketches and drawings. The most of it will be until like, mid October the latest. But as we speak I’m NOT stopping. 😌 I love this movie to bits.

So why on earth did I draw Siobhan when I don’t even like her? Of ALL the characters, during JUNE? For starters, that’s just how my brain works. I have spontaneity and can’t see anything else until it’s done. I hope it doesn’t show in my drawing that I don’t care for her a whole lot in the movie, but she is rather, interesting. I have a couple of perspectives on her, some I drew in the drawing to convey them. The drawing, I’m pretty happy with except her left hand was giving me a bit of trouble and I’m not the happiest with my attempt at foreshortening the arm there. Very tough. All in all, I like it. I especially like how it looks a bit like something you’d see in the Uzumaki manga series with the spirals and circles. And just the utter bleakness except for the things that are meaningful to Siobhan. Our misguided, conflicted and whitewashed biracial girl. Yes, and yes, those two blue circles to the right of her are her blue “eyes.” ☠️

[esper-union-lounge]

🌌Mid-Autumn Festival

🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕

Image from ilikedyourablogithere

It's been a while since I made a "Review post". This my first actual "Review".

In this upcoming update, I can see there are a number of things that are associated with the Mid-Autumn Festival, especially with the new Esper, Emma.

For this review, I am not going to go into depth about the myths associated with Mid-Autumn Festival because: 1. People always talk about Chang er's story to the point I feel like beating a dead horse.

2. I just think it would be more interesting to do a "Review" about my own 2 cents instead of retelling the same old story.

I was in for a surprise when I saw her design. I immediately knew the dev team are preparing for a Mid-Autumn update. This year's Mid-Autumn would be a little different. This is due to the date falling so close to China's National Day on 1st of October. Thus, a longer holiday. The more reason to enjoy the festivity of Mid-Autumn.

Image from the Dislyte Wiki

First of all, I was not expecting Emma to be a fully transformed animal Esper, like Trevor. So this is a really nice surprise.

I was begining to find Dislyte suffering from a similar design pattern of Bi-shouen/Bi-Shoujo designs, like the other mobile game, Onmyoji.

And, I think, the charm about Dislyte is their character designs uses a more western design approach to create characters while still having traces of influence from the dev's lens.((I am not saying which approach is better, be it western, Anime, or indie, they are all wonderful in their own ways. And, I am not here to create animosity. If you find my opinion not suited to your taste, tough.))

Emma's design reminds me of a Moon cake box for some reason. Nowadays, Moon cake boxes are designed and packaged lavishly, as if they are some sort of artwork of their own.

This, for one, attracts more young people to purchase moon cakes, paired with all the other modern and wacky flavours developed over the years. Two, it makes a perfect gift for friends and family.

The details of her wearing an astronaut suit, is really fun and cute, and I think it is a clever way to convey the Jade Rabbit's assosiation to the moon. I can see how Emma's design can be seen as one of a possible design on a Moon cake box.

I like how they gave her a pestle and mortar, in reference to the role of the Jade rabbits; often seen as pharmacist. Not the mention, the eye brows!

Her eyebrows stood out to me, because of how whimsical it is. I am guessing it is to reference how some mythical beasts have strange looking eyebrows or marks on their forehead. (I am sure Fushi got some wack eyebrows too.)

Honestly, I can't wait to see how she plays out in the gameplay, and her adventures with Ethan.

Image from the Dislyte Wiki

As for Heng Yue, I wasn't expecting to get her new skin for free. But it's Mid-Autumn, so... *shrugs*

To me, her new skin design, it got a nice colour scheme going on, but I feel as though, the dev team could do a little bit more than to simply give Heng Yue the typical Chang er design.

I understand that, Heng Yue's original design is somewhat in reference to the Hanfu boom in China; the trend where people uses Hanfu cuttings to design trendy and modern clothing.

This is just a personal preference, but I think if the devs could give the Chang er look with a refreshing modern edge, I think Heng Yue would look really cool and it fits more into the hip hop scene of Dislyte. I also think if the dev could add a Mid-Autumn special SFX effects in her in gameplay, that would be cool, and really complete the skin package.

As for the feature event, I unfortunately haven't picked it up since Javid, so I couldn't really make a comment or review about that.

Overall, I am looking forward to the upcoming patch, see what Mid-Autumn has installed for us.

-Esper Union Lounge

[alex51324]

I have successfully cooked my farmshare box!

Here's what I got:

This subscription runs for 22 weeks, from this week until mid-October, and I get 8 things every week. (Usually 8 different things, but I'm not complaining about this week's double strawberries!) The farm I subscribed to has a good variety of things planted, so I should get all the good stuff as it comes along.

Total cost is about $400, which is a big whack to pay at once, but I had one of those months where you get three pay periods instead of two, so I paid for it then. I get slightly fewer hours a week at work in the summer, so it actually works out pretty well to pre-pay part of my grocery expenses.

And here's what I did:

With the lettuce, a bit of the onion, and some grocery-store ingredients, I made a big salad:

There are three of those, earmarked for work lunches. I'll add dressing and croutons when I'm ready to eat them.

With the kale (and more of the onions), I made soup with potatoes and sausage:

I ate one bowl of that right away, and I have three more servings for weekday meals. I had the sausage, chicken broth, and cream in the freezer, and I had potatoes and garlic that needed using up, so all I had to buy for this was the parmesan cheese.

The radishes were a two-fer! With the actual radishes, I made a little salad that my cousin-in-law recommended:

It's thinly-sliced radishes, green onions, and hard-boiled egg, and the dressing is greek yogurt and dill. Sort of a coleslaw vibe, although I think the dressing needs a little something more. I put it on a little nest of kale, because I had a lot of kale to deal with, and you kind of want something to cut the pepperiness of the radishes. Four servings of that left in the fridge. (The bowl with the green dots is a little one, about the size of the palm of your hand--you wouldn't want to eat a big cereal-bowl sized serving of this salad

And the radish greens were beautiful, so I sautéed those up as a little snack while I was cooking:

Olive oil, green onions, garlic. No leftovers of that; it was just a handful of greens. While I ate them I thought about how nice they would probably taste if you were, say, a medieval peasant who had been slowly developing scurvy all winter since the last fresh food ran out.

If that is not your experience, they're okay--a bit chewier than spinach, less tough than kale. However, if your radishes usually come with wilted, mangy-looking tops, or no tops at all, this is not necessarily a situation you need to remedy.

With the rhubarb, I made rhubarb crisp:

I ate one serving of that right away, and I have four more in fridge ready to warm up, add ice cream, and eat. (I only had a little over two cups of rhubarb, so I a-little-more-than-halved @bitletsanddrabbles's dad's recipe.)

The asparagus, I roasted with some olive oil, salt, and pepper:

I had it with some tilapia that was in the freezer, and sweet potatoes that needed using up. One serving I just ate, and two more in the fridge for later.

The strawberries I'm not doing anything fancy with, just slicing them into a bowl with sugar.

[averysmolbear]

Our (not so) Little Family

I got pregnant for the first time within 6 months of us deciding we were ready to start trying for a baby. Reiner hadn’t even proposed yet before we found out that we had one on the way. Because he didn’t want me to have to worry about any kind of wedding planning while I was pregnant. Plus he wanted us to focus on the coming baby. The pregnancy was actually a lot smoother than Reiner and I expected although I did experience some morning sickness (mostly at night) and there were some cravings but Reiner made sure that I was well taken care of. He, as expected, was happily showing off the printouts of the ultrasounds both when we first found out I was pregnant and then several months later, when I was nearing my due date. We didn’t do any sort of gender reveal party or anything but we did have a baby shower. In fact, we didn’t even find out the gender of the baby until she was born. Amelia Braun was born in early June.

Four months later, Reiner surprised me with a proposal, in the middle of October. We had vaguely discussed getting married again after Amelia was born but we hadn’t really decided anything. But Reiner talked his cousin, Gabi, into watching Amelia for us for a few hours and he took me out to dinner. He actually did his best to recreate our first date and while we were walking along together, eating our ice cream cones, Reiner stopped so we could sit on a bench. It was there that he proposed, with a simple but very pretty ring. He even humored me and took a bunch of pictures although I didn’t post them to Instagram until about two weeks later, after we had told all of our family and friends first.

We started wedding planning almost immediately and since I had been thinking about my wedding day since I was a little girl, it didn’t take nearly as long as Reiner thought it would for me to decide on things. He helped every step of the way though and we got married in mid March, only 5 months after getting engaged, much to everyone’s surprise. We didn’t have plans for the next child but in May, I found out I was pregnant again and we found out it was twins. This pregnancy was a little tougher, with me ending up on bedrest for the last couple months. In late January, Mathias and Milo Braun were born.

Reiner did worry a little about having so many little ones at once but we managed alright, especially with the help of our family and friends. And everyone was so willing to help out once Reiner and I were outnumbered so quickly. While we said we were going to wait a bit before trying again, I found out I was pregnant again on Amelia’s second birthday. Thankfully it was another easy pregnancy and at this point Reiner was all for me becoming a stay at home mom. While I didn’t completely do so, I did start doing as much as I could from home. In early March, Isobelle Braun was born. Amelia was almost 3 and the twins were a year old by the time we had a new baby to take care of as well but at this point, we were pretty good at handling so many little ones at once. It did take a little extra work since we were working on potty training with Amelia while still having 3 in diapers all at the same time.

Somehow we managed a little breather before I found out I was pregnant again. Amelia was five and starting school; the twins were three and working on being potty trained; Isobella was almost 2 and also starting a bit of potty training. It was the end of February when I found out I was pregnant again and thankfully, it was yet another easy pregnancy. I realized that I was pretty lucky to have so many easy pregnancies, especially since Reiner’s mom made it clear to me that when she was pregnant with Reiner, it had been a little tough on her. In mid December, Everett Braun was born.

Almost a year after Everett’s birth, I found out I was pregnant again. Reiner and I decided that this would be our last (although Reiner said he wouldn’t be upset if we still had more!) and after a slightly rougher pregnancy, with a ton of morning sickness (more than any of the other kids), Theodore Braun was born in late August. He was born a month earlier than expected but he was still a healthy little guy.

[ruyji]

As much as I post my senseless rambles here and there, I might as well some things off my mind for a bit.

(Also, its my birthday today and I'm close to pushing 30............)

Mind you guys, I've been on tumblr since December of 2011.

During the pandemic, my only sibling passed away due to a late stage of cervical cancer. She was in her early-mid thirties and left two kids. Honestly, to this day I missed her dearly and life has never been the same. Feels like everything is running on auto-pilot and I tell myself that I'm just living and breathing to not make my loved ones upset. Lately, my relationship with my parents have been on the rocks but I'm slowly trying to build patience with them. My mother especially. After her death, she was never the same. You can't force someone, not even your parents, to go seek help but, I worry about her. I tell her that I'm still going to be there for her. Thankfully, she says that's good enough for her. I also left the food and beverage industry, along with retail and warehouse work. Amazon can suck my right tit. All these dead-end jobs can, in all honesty.

I've also been through shitty relationship after shitty relationship, almost towards the point of abuse. Thankfully, I took time to myself and re-evaluated my lifestyle for a bit until I met my boyfriend of nine months. We got together of last year October. Now, it's almost going to be one year together. Damn, time flies. We have our differences but, at least I can share my disagreements in a healthy way, and even properly compromise without someone gaslighting or cursing my intelligence. I'm not going to lie, the relationships and situationships really broke me. I'm slowly trying to heal from my past, and things are slowly getting better. I'm just grateful that my boyfriend has stuck with me through my ugliness. I'm starting to realize this is what love feels like again.

Right now I'm finishing up my pre-reqs to get a spot within my school's nursing program. As of now, I'm in training as a Patient Care Tech at a hospital. Hopefully, I can get to work in pediatric care one day. It's going to be tough, but I just want to see a better future for myself. Of all the stuff that I've gone through, the least I could do is further myself.

As for the other stuff, I'm just personally vibing right now. Got a boyfriend on the side, trying to move out-of-state (I can't stand the South) once I'm done with school and have plans to move in with him, typing up fanfiction every now and then, studying, getting back into reading manga again, playing video games-especially the sims 2 (damn, I'm old), nothing but the vibes.

Thank you all for sticking around with me, especially my day ones. I really appreciate you guys. You are all awesome.

Anyways, I'm off to bed. I have a long as hell orientation day tomorrow. Stay safe.

[autisticarachnid]

In your headcanon for Merula, what are some of the most important ways that she is different than the original JC game version of her?

ooo !! now this is definitely a complex question and i haven’t actually fully mapped out the differences, but i’ll try with that i currently have.

the most important difference is that she was genuinely trying to be better by early year 4, not year 5. the weasley christmas sidequest, in my au timeline, happens around winter of their third year. during that, it’s salem and thalia who get invited to spend christmas at the weasleys. salem also, for the first time, gets a peak at what hides behind merula’s tough exterior, and decides to invite her to the burrow as well. during that time, salem even gets merula to slightly open up about her parents (not them being death eaters or much of what she says in year 5, but more that they weren’t the nicest and she wants to be better- think of her dialogue in the burrow sq and the patronus sq). the genuinely kind act actually peaks merula’s curiosity a bit - she isn’t immediately changed by it, but she’s confused. why is salem being nice to her after all she’s done ? is it kindness or pity ?

merula pays closer attention to salem afterwards. salem isn’t yet even close to good terms with merula, but their opinion of her is slowly changing. it comes to a head at the finding of the library vault. as the confrontation is escalating, merula actually gives up with a huff and storms off, both confusing everyone and giving salem hope that merula may be changing. of course, merula does still go to the professors to tell on them, but not right away.

merula does a lot of reflecting over that summer, and by the time fourth year has started, she’s decided to try and at least be hospitable towards salem- the only one at that point to not judge her, and actually extend a helping hand. around early october, salem actually offers to help merula study for history of magic after noticing her struggling, and little bits of help following that eventually endear the two to each other- enough that they attend the celestial ball together and begin dating in early fifth year. as such, by the start of fifth year, merula has begun to try and truly and change for the better. she still struggles with anger issues, but she does slowly learn to be kinder and even offer help.

when the portrait vault and rakepick’s betrayal happen, merula is once again in severe emotional distress, but she actually stays at salem’s over the whole summer. with a constant helping presence in the form of salem, and a constant nurturing maternal presence in the form of salem’s two moms, merula’s anger festers less into a murderous rage and more a need for vengeance. she still kinda wants to kill rakepick, but settles for seeing her rot in prison instead 😅

so the overall main difference is merula genuinely trying to be better a full year earlier, both to try and be closer to salem, but also to go against her parents and be a better person than they were. she gets closer to most of the others sooner, and by mid fifth year is either on good but distant terms, friends with, or at bantering level with most of the others. it’s also important to note that much of her motivation to be better is born out of a desire to be a better person than her parents, to not end up like them. much of her development in the au happens over year 4 and the first half of year 5 ^^

she also, of course, isn’t involved with R in the slighest. but i’ve yet to fully determine their role in the au 😅

[leothil]

no but frida i got good reasons why spring should start in february or even before! namely that i happen to be currently living in an area where there's often little snow so instead of looking at the dead grass (possibly) for many more months i could be looking at pretty flowers soon

but tho i do admit i'm not really a winter person and am kinda done with the whole season the second the christmas decorations go back to a box i'm not completely unreasonable

like i for one would be very happy if we got snow in october or early november, it would make it all that much easier to deal with the dark. also it would make waiting for christmas much nicer and more seasonal. but then january would be like 3rd winter month already so expecting spring to start in february would be very sensible

so i don't even really want winter to get any shorter or anything, i'd just prefer if the seasons shifted a little and those who skii could then start on halloween instead of the winter dragging along forever

Winter should be four months, november to february, and that's my final stance on it. I am willing to flex a *tiny* bit and allow spring to start the monday after hiihtoloma (southern Finland hiihtoloma, that is, week 8. Those who live further north, tough luck, but also you will still have snow stay longer than us poor souls here in the south so you'll probably be able to ski in weeks 9 and 10 anyway).

I actually recommend keeping some lights up all the way through february, it makes the darkness much nicer to deal with. My (plain white) outdoor lights usually stay up until the sun sets past 18 again (which is usually mid-to-late february) and/or I decide that I shall start feeling the spring mindset (which usually happens the first or second week of march).

[jamesv-t]

Football Survey 2022

For the last decade, if not longer, I’ve done an end of year gig survey, giving a bit of an overview of the gigs I’ve attended this year. For the first time since I had a half season-ticket for Gillingham’s glorious promotion winning season of 1999-2000, I’ve attended more football matches than gigs in a calendar year - so I thought, why not rejig the survey for football? 

Top 5 games of the year?

England 2 Germany 1 aet, Wembley, 31st July

BSG Chemie Leipzig 1 Berliner Dynamo 1, Alfred-Kunze-Sportpark, 13th March

Arsenal  7 Aston Villa 0, Meadow Park, 1st May

Germany 4 Denmark 0, Brentford Community Stadium, 8th July

Arsenal 2 Ajax Amsterdam 2, Meadow Park, 20th September

Total number of matches?

Eleven, first year in ages I’ve hit double digits!

First match of the year?

Chemie Leipzig 1 Berliner Dynamo 1, 13th March

Last match of the year?

Arsenal 1 Everton 0, 3rd December

Most surprising game?

I honestly didn’t expect England to come out on top in the Euro 2022 final!

Most disappointing?

England 0 Czech Republic 0, 11th October. I’ve had hangovers more fun than that.

Farthest travelled?

Alfred-Kunze-Sportpark in Leipzig, 600 miles/1,000 km from my front door.

States attended games in?

Cheerful, grateful, euphoric, drunk, bored, knackered and achy.

Stadium most visited?

Amex/Falmer Community stadium in Brighton and Meadow Park in London, both three times.

Worst injury?

I had a horrible attack of hay-fever during the second half of the Germany vs Denmark game that sent me scrambling for antihistamines in a nearby Sainsburys afterwards. This was mid July, in the middle of a hot spell that I thought had burnt up all plant life in the country, and after not being affected by hay-fever all year prior to that I thought I was safe - evidently not!

Most expensive ticket?

The Euro 2022 final ticket was £25, that was my highest. The perks of watching women’s football! (Or 4th tier German men’s football)

Player seen the most?

I saw Lena Oberdorf play four times for club and country - the first two, in club colours, I didn’t really appreciate her style, but I came around quickly after she tucked Pernille Harder in her pocket for Germany! I think Leah Williamson and Beth Mead top her with six appearances apiece. Shoutout to Karen Holmgaard who was the only player I saw play twice for two different clubs - Turbine Potsdam in May, and Everton in December. She didn’t make it off the bench for Germany’s massacre of Denmark, otherwise I would’ve seen her play three times for three different teams, with a combined scoreline of 0-9 in those games! 

Best new discovery?

Definitely Lena Oberdorf! Her tough-tackling style, complete with Wob buying up two of my other favourite German players (Merle Frohms and Jule Brand), plus my partner being in awe of Wassmuth’s cheekbones and Jonsdottir’s...general awesomness, means that I’ve been streaming more Wolfsburg games than I expected this autumn.

Bands seen this year that also broke up this year?

I’m not sure how to make this football related, but I’m open to suggestions.

Friends made at games?

I don’t know if they count, as I knew Joel online before the matches, but in May I flew to Cologne all alone for the German cup final (Wolfsburg vs Turbine Potsdam). A 50,000 seater stadium, and I knew only one other person there. Walking out of the toilets before the match, guess who I bump into? We sat together and had a great time, even if the result didn’t go our way. Two months later, having sat with Jamie, Mary, Adam and friends before the match, I made my way around the Wembley concourse to find my gate for the Euros final when I hear my name shouted from a queue. Guess who it was?!

Footballers met?

Tricky, in this post-COVID era, and with the general increase in popularity of the women’s game this will become rarer. But after the Arsenal vs Villa game at the end of last season I met and got a photo with then-England keeper Hannah Hampton - a player I’ve both enjoyed and been frustrated by watching whenever she’s played against a team I like. 

Best souvenir from a game?

My Chemie Leipzig scarf is soft, comfortable, and confuses the heck out of people as it’s green and white. (”Who’s that? Celtic? Plymouth? Yeovil? St Etienne?”) 

Longest time in line?

Aside from Wembley, I’ve had very little queuing.

Games seen from the front row?

Arsenal’s games at Meadow Park I’ve seen from my favoured spot on the front row of the northern terraces. I was pretty far forward for the Wolfsburg vs Turbine game and as a consequence couldn’t see much action in the opposite goalmouth. 

Most games in one month?

July had four, a result of my country hosting an international tournament.

Most games in one week?

Two! Austria vs Norway and England vs Spain within five days of each other.

Biggest crowd?

Wembley, for the Euros final! 87,192 in attendance, the largest crowd for a European Championship game ever, of any gender. 

Any drunk encounters?

I took advantage of being able to drink beer in the stands at the two games in Germany. The England vs Czech Republic game was so dull I made good use of Harvey’s being on tap in the lounge nearby, too. I also had a fun encounter with a drunk Portsmouth fan at the England vs Spain game.

Top 5 best 2022 footballing moments:

1. There were three iconic goals that did the advancement of the women’s game in England no end of good this summer, and I witness two of them in person! Chloe Kelly’s winner against Germany in the goalmouth at my end in the final is an obvious one, as well as Russo’s cheeky backheel in the semi. But Ella Toone’s equaliser in the quarter final against Spain was just as important. This was the first of four quarter final matches, and after a rampaging group stage the Lionesses had really captured the attention of the country. Had they gone out the first time they played a decent team it would’ve deflated the mood; attendances probably would’ve dropped, the usual sexist bores would’ve trumpeted the usual remarks, and it would not have come home. With Toone’s header - and Stanway’s winner - they really got the country behind them!

2. For sheer luck, bumping into the same person in crowds of 50,000 and 87,000 on separate occasions was great!

3. Chatting to a drunk Portsmouth fan next to me at the England vs Spain game. I was wearing an old Germany away shirt, for fun.

"So, <cod 'allo 'allo style accent>, ver you 'oping vor Germany tonight?" 

Me: "No, my friends thought it would be funny if I wore a Germany shirt to the game."

After discussing the tournament so far: "What was the last club match you went to?" "Wolfsburg vs Turbine Potsdam in the German cup final" "Is that your team then, Wolfsburg?" "Nah, I'm a Gillingham fan!" I genuinely think I broke him. 

Me: "Weird seeing a match from this angle, it's like a Football Manager game!" Him: "Dare I ask which team you're managing?" "Pisa, in Italy" "You fascinate me, man"

4. On the subject of Football Manager - in March 2020, Red Bull Leipzig were getting a lot of puff pieces in the English press, as they were due to play Spurs in the Champions League, and so the media were fawning all over how they had bought out a village team, renamed them after a soft drink and shovelled millions into the club built a team up from nothing to be title contenders. When lockdown hit, and I was bored, rather than spend my time improving myself as a person I decided to prove that it could be done properly - I took over an actual Leipzig side, then languishing in the 5th tier, and with only my skills and no influx of cash beyond what I could earn from promotions and player sales, tried to make them bigger than Red Bull. In that save my Chemie Leipzig side have won ten times more league titles and four more Champions League than RB. In real life, they’re in the German 4th tier, but while nearby on holiday in March I took advantage of the fixtures and went to see them grind out a 1-1 draw against the league leaders. It was cold, I missed both goals queuing for beer, but the atmosphere was amazing and I was so glad I got to see my beautiful football boys in the flesh! 

5. Steve Evans and Gillingham parted ways. I had been boycotting my childhood club while that odious crook was in charge, so I was glad to call myself a Gills fan again. 

6. BONUS! While on a run in a tiny Czech industrial town I found the football stadium. And broke in (went through an open gate) to take a picture of me in the main stand! 

Top 3 worst 2022 footballing moments:

1. Prasnikar’s goal for Frankfurt against Potsdam in the league at the end of May. A point for Potsdam would’ve probably seen them qualify for the Champions League - the influx of cash certainly would’ve helped keep the team together. Instead, following a 4-0 hammering in the cup final, a large number of players left, to be replaced by recruits from the 3rd division; they were followed by the manager and president. Turbine are now bottom of the league, and this once great club who play in blue and white are now odds-on for relegation. Remove the “once great” part and it could describe Gillingham’s season too - clearly I have a type!

2. I regret wearing my Germany shirt to the Wembley final.

3. I regret going out into the cold to watch England 0 Czech Republic 0.

[xxx4bbyxxx3]

!!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMEL!!!

Hello people, today is a special day, you probably don’t know but today’s my oc’s birthday, she was born on October the 7th 1991, and turned 33 today.

The timeline of moonlight lovers is placed in 2019 so if you do the maths Amel is 28 in this timeline like Ivan (I headcanon Ivan to be 28 since we know that he’s in his twenties and that he was turned into a vampire when he was around 20)

So for this post I’m probably gonna headcanon about Amel and let me know if you have questions.

• Amel was born on October the 7th making her libra and she’s born in 1991 making her a millennial.

• She was born in the Capital of Algeria, Algiers during the black decades (Algerian civic war) and lived in Bou saada until she was 7 (1998) when she moved back to Algiers.

• Amel comes from a middle class status and used to study in an Algerian private school.

•At fourteen (2005) she ran away from home to moves with her ex Abuser in Pennsylvania (Us)

• Early 2006 she had child . (I’ll give more information about her in other post )

•In 2010 Amel married her abuser and on the same night she stabbed him fourteen time in the arms paralyzing him to life.

• mid 2010 Amel trial lead to a penalty of 3 consecutive years of jail.

•On her 20s birthday Amel was judged in a psychiatric incapacity of spending said time in jail and was sent to Colney Hatch Lunatic Asylum (London) who burned three years later 27th January 2013

(yes the Conley hatch lunatic asylum who burned in 1903)

That is all I can tell for now I told I’ll talk a bit generally on the most important events of her life, even tough there’s way more important event in her life but again let me know if you guys want more <3.

[the-firebird69]

There's a lot going on we have a huge announcements massive amounts equipment and manpower are moving around the Earth is a very dangerous time and our son is having a lot of problems and it's under constant threat and duress if you were trying to grab him and we've had enough we need this to change and we need to have a lot more control who's in the streaming for it and now look what happened what we said wouldn't it be disgusting cops are saying all sorts of things he was in the house it was not supposed to be and it was not a mandatory evacuation did not show up on any of the government websites and it's proof they did not announce it to people in a format that they could actually follow meaning it's not legally done and you know it's even just wind of it he can bring up a lawsuit when she gets his ducks this is ridiculous treatment and they need to face it and stop doing it. What he says does he thinks that they're all just going to be killed and that we're going to have to just short up there really is no point in discussing it anymore and he doesn't like saying that ever but it's absolutely true and he meets with us not to mention these guys here some of the people will try there's places to go around to go somewhere else.

---huge huge day today is massive we have a lot of things happening a lot of people are helping he's getting some help at the shelter of the ladies helped all of them get him clothing one girl one lady that looks like penny sort of in the blind from O'Connor and he doesn't want to get the name wrong she helped a lot and he's been nice and nice the other one and try to be nice there having a tough time they're figuring something out this game is very real this is extremely intense and there's a lot of stuff happening here that's very dangerous so just doing the job and they're saying it's not that hard people want us to get him stuff they want to help but they take the blame it's been intense but it's best job they've ever done and they're now seeing this rewarding and those are getting things fixed and things.

What a day today has been awful and she's getting you know some offers to sell the luggage who says this is great because it fits in a small place and then it expands and you can roll it it's pretty clever and it's one of his ideas and it has this roller blades on it that's hard since you smiling and saying this Is My Idea the temperature so this is a great idea it's very durable it's very strong as washable as opposed to the other material which you get a dirty once and it's done this round says great idea.

---and she will get an award from her people. This is how it goes we have a lot of stuff to do a lot of things to take care of and he's trying to take care of laundry really is just sitting around anyways they did do something to help fix the air conditioner a little still kind of on the fritz but it's better than it was getting explosion today probably more than people think he's going to be late at probably 59% around 9:00 p.m. and tomorrow will be probably 56% because it will mature and then release and throughout the week till Friday it's only two days away three days but if you bring the 50% but no it's roughly about four or five a day depending so it's probably 47% and he'll start to feel a little bit better and recover much faster without too much medicine oh another week from Friday will be to Friday or Saturday morning would be cutting that number in less than half he should be down to 20% if you go four a day that's a full 24 hour day. So at that number he would be starting to heal and it would show and he would feel better and the interior the week and a half from now will be at about 80% and it would start to go away once the 20% is gone in another week there are all of it it would start be going after the bone problems so that would be mid-october and he would start to grow and that's why I'm just going to fill out a little different but not much. A little bit more responsive but he's sore a lot and that's normal

Thor Freya

Olympus

We have some major announcements coming up right now

Hera

[linuxgamenews]

Experience the Thrilling Infiltration in Targeted -10 Days

Targeted -10 Days anomaly-finding game to receive first major update on Linux and Windows PC. Thanks to the amazong creativity of the team at Glitchy Frame Studio. Currently available on Steam with a blazing 100% Very Positive reviews. Glitchy Frame Studio released its first game, Targeted -10 Days, and Linux players, content creators, and critics are all loving it. They've gotten a ton of feedback — some of it very useful — that has helped shape the first big update, "Infiltration." As the name hints, Don's crew has snuck into the garage, posing as employees. Whether they're looking like mechanics, cleaners, or maintenance staff, their mission is the same: plant a bomb in the garage while pretending to work. If you notice a broom stashed behind some pipes or see some weird changes in posters, it’s a sign someone’s been there — and it’s definitely not good news. The Infiltration update brings over 25 new traps, making the game tougher, even for seasoned players. Based on player feedback, we've cranked up the difficulty a bit, so spotting these traps will take some serious attention to detail.

Targeted -10 Days Gameplay Video

This free update goes live on Steam on September 14. Get ready for the challenge!

What’s Next: Anomaly Mode

As Glitchy Frame get into autumn, when the line between the living and the dead is thinnest, they’re introducing something special in Targeted -10 Days. Don taps into some supernatural power to slow you down, and have something coming up to match: Anomaly Mode. Anomaly Mode will offer a more relaxed version of Targeted -10 Days. There won’t be as many tough puzzles, but you’ll encounter plenty of haunting—and sometimes funny—surprises. Right now, the dev's are working on 25 levels and at least 40 different anomalies, with more being planned. Glitchy Frame is aiming to launch Anomaly Mode for free in mid-October, so get ready for some eerie fun. Thanks for sticking with the developer over the past month. They’ve got even more updates on the way, but for now, stay sharp and good luck surviving. Targeted -10 Days anomaly-finding is available on Steam. It's also has a nice price, $4.99 USD / £3.99 / 4,99€. Along with support for Linux and Windows PC.