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fredwkong · 6 months ago
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New Year. New You.
Well, I looked at it, paused the video, and...
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Well, that sure seems interesting. I'm not into leather, but...
My phone screen's flickering...
Colours are flashing...
Why can't my eyes focus...
It's so much easier to just close my eyes and...
SLEEP
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Whew, my brain feels like it got squeezed through a funnel. I can't raise my head. It just feels good to keep it bowed like this, submissively looking down at my big beefy muscles. There's a droning in my ear, but all I can focus on is that big floppy cock hanging out of my sexy leather chaps, and my big muscle boy pecs bouncing.
There's a phone in my hand. I wonder where it came from? This video is playing, flicking through slutty gay archetypes faster than I can see. I need to make sure as many good boys see it as possible. Want to transform with me?
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asthecrowrambles · 2 years ago
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having oc thoughts and it'll be a while until i start writing it or drawing it out so. yeah! plot so far..
it starts in a world that's essentially filled with magic (named superpowers after old comics) in a sci fi thing after some radioactive thing started mutating everything on the planet but that's not really the point (more world building to be done, u might see this idea scrapped)
and there's this big company called whitecliffe industries running a lot of things on earth after rich ppl jumped ship to "live among the stars"(?). they steal the work of tala magboo bc they're intrigued by the fact that her AI displays signs of budding superpowers and after a while of fucking with the code, jackass and ellen are split from it :} sorta. idk. not a coder<3
anyways typical government experiment running free after years of abuse in the name of science, the twins escape
stuff happens, they get separated, jackass splits off and makes friends and ellen... doesn't :). well, she does find preston half dead in a sewer after being attacked by another escaped experiment (a parasite that lives in her eye socket)
stuff happens, jackass at first cool with supervillainy that ellen proposes as a way to get revenge, but due to morality being swayed by friends and also the horror of murder he backs out
ellen gets bitter, stuff happens, she and peter fuck(?) more stuff and OH NO jackass killed in virus addled anger :( but this is where ai superpowers from earlier??? kick in???
i haven't figured it out Yet but my thought is that jacks death jumpstarts ellens superpower, and she unconsciously uses both it and jacks power to create a timeloop
the thing about it is that she Forgets, just like everyone else so things keep repeating
but as time goes on and time becomes more compressed and folded in on itself, the previous realities sorta? bleed through? and memories come back more and more?
i want it to end happy with a character corruption then healing arc for ellen as she realizes that actually Friends Are Good and Don't Lash Out At People You Love (Because You Might Kill Them). idk? its hard to explain but like. think knives and vash sorta thing except ellen only wants to kill a company's worth of humans and not every human ever
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arolesbianism · 9 months ago
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The time has come. I am having thoughts about from the top au Loop
#rat rambles#stars posting#from the top au#Ive been thinking abt their and odile's dynamic and tee hee. smiles.#and also abt memories as a whole because I like playing around with them from a more in universe perspective#in one playthrough I watched someone theorized that memories were related to expressions and Ive been low key obsessed with that concept#not to say Im hard committing to incorporating that into this aus worldbuilding but I do want to have odile try to look more into memories#along with the various other gamey things that siffrin has going on but most of those are easier to intuit#but yeah Im imagining that after the first loop hang out odile can get her own unique loop hang out because shes special <3#and also because loop Is the one who has been turorialising siffrin so theyre a good person to question and potentially bounce ideas off of#loop isnt. particularly invested. but they go along with it in hopes shed just use them as a rubber ducky and then move on with her life#but the whole hangout is just them getting increasingly uncomfortable as odile starts pondering if she could access these things as she#learned to with her and siffrin's shared timecraft and they quickly get snippy as she threatens to dig into places that neither they or#siffrin would be even remotely ok with her finding#theres a bunch of lil layers I wanna explore with these two but for this scene in particular Im mostly fond of the idea of like.#loop getting defensive of siffrin I think? or maybe defensive on their behalf? however you wanna word it#I just find loops moments of sympathising and seeing their past self in siffrin to be very interesting and fun#also I think this event could be a fun gateway into odile memories. heart.#which I dont plan on doing too much with but its nice to have the option
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iniquitousyearning · 2 years ago
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Fred & George Weasley- Ours
Word count: 5k
Info: your friends with benefits, Fred and George Weasley, see some guy getting a little too close to you at a party; and decide they need to show you exactly who you belong to.
Tags: 18+, PURE SMUT, Threesome, Praise Kink, Degredation Kink, Oral (f receiving), Double Penetration, Anal, Good Sex, Forced Orgasm, Begging, Teasing.
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"Who the hell was that guy?" Fred huffed, slamming the door shut to the quaint little study room he and George had just dragged you into not ten seconds prior. "I mean, he had his fucking hands all over you!"
George nodded, crossing his arms over his chest as he leant against the desk. "All over you...in places only our hands should go..."
You rolled your eyes, adjusting your tight black dress against your thighs. You'd been sleeping with the twins for a few months now, mostly a fun, friends-with-benefits type of deal; but lately they'd become far more possessive, far more protective than usual. Sometimes it could be a little much, but you couldn't deny that their passion for your body made the sex other-fucking-worldly.
Sometimes it was fun to purposefully get them going, just to see how far they'd take it.
"What's the matter with you two?" You said, your innocent eyes darting back and fourth between the fiery haired twins, trying not to get distracted by the power of their strong, athletic builds; each of them towering over you as they waited your response. "Last time I checked, this wasn't a relationship. Not sure why you guys are getting so jealous."
Fred cocked an eyebrow. "Pretty sure we made it clear last time that you were ours...."
"...and only ours." George finished, the two of them drawing closer.
You swallowed, your heart racing with excitement at the direction you knew this little conversation was going in. You pulled your lip between your teeth, trying to hide your smirk as you backed up from them, attempting to keep space between your bodies as to not give in so quickly.
Pissing them off more only added to the fun.
"I don't belong to anyone," you whispered, voice a low murmur; cunt clenching as you watched a mischievous grin spread across Fred's lips; George's eyes narrowing in challenge. "And certainly not you two."
"Hm," Fred hummed, eyeing your body from head to toe, smirking as he snuck George a brief glance, the two of them circling around you now; like predators stalking their prey. "Sounds like she needs to be reminded of her place, doesn't she George?"
George smirked, wetting his lips. "She sure fucking does, Fred..."
Fred nodded. He'd had enough of the playing. "We're leaving."
Without hesitation, Fred and George each grabbed one of your wrists, George's warm breath washing over your ear as he whispered, "and don't try to fight it, princess..." his teeth grazed your earlobe. "You want us to make you feel good, don't you? You know we never fail to take care of you..."
Your head spun, oxygen missing you. Gods, of course you did. "Y-yes... you're right..."
"There's our good girl," Fred hummed, his lips ghosting over your other ear, lids fluttering shut at the collective sensations. "We're going to fucking worship you...make you feel things that no one else could ever, ever match."
Your breath hitched. "Oh..."
"That's it," George murmured, "you're ours, and tonight, we're going to make sure you know it."
Sensing that your defiance had now entirely crumbled, the twins shared a quick glance before they released your wrists, and moved toward the door without another word. Fred walked first, you in the middle with George trailing behind you, everyone in the corridors shooting you acknowledging glances as they eyed the three of you suspiciously, even though it was well over midnight and the party was coming to a close anyway.
As soon as Fred pushed open the door to his dorm room and ushered you inside, he locked it behind him--not wasting even a single fucking second before he looped his arm around your waist and tugged you against him; his back hitting the door as he held you snug to his frame, gripping your hips as he pressed your ass tight to his crotch. George stood in front of you, taking a moment to worship your body, taking a moment to watch your face as Fred's lips attacked your neck, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive flesh with relentless urgency.
Unable to hold off any longer, George stepped forward, running his hands over your curves, eyes stark with lust. "You look so fucking beautiful tonight..." he murmured, softly pressing his lips to yours. "We couldn't wait to get you alone."
Fred hummed, nipping your earlobe. "And now that we have..."
"...we're going to make the most of it." George whispered, breaking the kiss.
Your lungs stalled as you watched him slowly drop to his knees before you, his hands gently urging your feet wider as he gazed up at you with an intense desire, watching you lose yourself as Fred tilted your chin to the side and crashed his lips to yours, inhaling a sharp breath through his nose as his tongue fought with yours to be the one in control.
George hummed, one hand exploring your thighs and hips, eyes intently watching the small ministrations of your face as he slipped his other hand under your dress and teased your clit through your panties; sending sharp bursts of ecstasy through your veins.
"You deserve to be worshipped, pretty girl...to have every inch of you adored..." George whispered as he slipped his fingers under your panties, teasing your throbbing core. "Look how fucking wet you are for us already..."
You gasped into the kiss, fighting to pull away and catch your breath but Fred's lips were relentless, working your mouth as though he wanted to map your taste into memory; to devour every single inch. Your eyes rolled as George slowly pushed a finger inside you, carefully stretching you open, his lips grazing and teasing the sensitive crevice of your inner thigh.
"Mmm, does that feel good, princess?" Fred purred, breaking the kiss, panting mouth falling to your jawline.
You nodded, unable to find words, head falling back onto his shoulder as he looped a hand under your thigh, pulling it up toward your chest and holding it there as to give George better access to your pussy--a smirk crawling across his lips as he watched you pant and squirm in pleasure from his ministrations, pausing only briefly to tug your panties down your thighs and toss them off to the side.
"So beautiful...so needy..." George murmured. "We're going to make you feel so good, love..."
Fred groaned, nodding in agreement. "Pleasure you until you can't take it anymore,"
Fred pressed his lips back to your neck, his free hand roaming up your stomach and groping your tits over the fabric of your dress--he groaned against your neck as you pulsed against him, feeling George's warm breath caress your folds as he brought his lips to the crease of your inner thigh again, teasing you.
"George..." you breathed, desperate for connection, your hands weaving through his hair in attempt to coax his lips to your pussy. "Please..."
With a mischievous smirk, he met your eyes, holding your stare as he pressed his lips to your swollen clit, his skilled tongue lapping at your juices and mixing them with his spit. You moaned, body lost in overwhelming pleasure, back arching and eyes rolling, but Fred held you firm against him; one hand still holding your leg up while the other held your chest--lips working your neck, teeth peppering it with purple possessions marks.
"Fuck, you taste so good, princess..." George purred, voice muffled against your pussy. "So fucking sweet."
You moaned, head falling back, and Fred's hand slithered up from your tits and tightened around your throat, ridding your oxygen supply and inflicting a delicious, intoxicating buzz on your lips. Your mouth fell wide in an open pant, George's lips sealing around your clit and driving you directly toward the brink of an explosive, earth shattering orgasm.
Fred groaned, lips grazing your ear. "That's it...we love hearing you make those pretty noises for us.."
George's tongue delved deep into your wetness, flicking, swirling, and teasing with calculated expertise. He offered no respite, driving you closer to the edge with each skillful lick--your legs shaking, one hand gripping his hair while the other was latched onto Fred's wrist for dear life, your body utterly at their mercy as the two of them inflicted their usual intoxicating dominance over you.
"Look at you, so helpless and eager to please..." Fred's voice was a mere breath in your ear, his hand leaving your throat and trailing down your body, slipping behind your back and down past your ass, bringing it to your dripping heat. You moaned before he'd even sunk in, but when he did, your entire body convulsed, the pleasure of their collective movements driving you dangerously close to exploding. "Fuck, you're so tight and wet..."
Fred curled his fingers inside you, their long length driving you utterly insane, scissoring and curling against your tight walls while George continued his oral assault on your clit, humming as your trembling grip on his hair tightened.
Your eyes squeezed shut. You were dangerously close. "Oh...Oh, Gods-"
Fred growled, low in his chest. "That's it, little slut...take it. Take it all. We want to hear you scream for us."
"Cum for us, princess." George murmured against your pussy, only seconds before he latched onto your clit again, swirling his tongue in a way that sent you tumbling straight over the edge.
"Oh, yes...fuck-fuck!"
"That's right. Give in to us, baby," Fred growled, his voice darker than the midnight sky "...surrender to the pleasure we're giving you."
Your sight blanked, ears ringing and head falling back as you came around Fred's fingers, George's skilled tongue working expertly to swallow your orgasm as best as he could, neither of them stopping until they were completely certain you were past your high. Your entire body was on fire, liquid magma coursing through your veins, heating every square inch of your bloodstream as you fought to catch your breath.
George hummed, placing soft kisses along your slit and up toward your mound. "Are you going to admit your ours now? Or do we need to show you more of what we do to you?"
You huffed, fighting through the sensations as he teasingly licked at your pussy, softly enough to make your head spin and your body squirm. "I-I'm not...I'm not yours..." you said, purposefully trying to escalate them. "I'll never be."
George halted his movements, cocking an eyebrow as he met Fred's eyes. "How about that, huh Fred?"
Fred huffed, amused, and you felt his hot breath wash over your neck. "Entirely humorous, I'd say."
George stood up to his full height, peering down at you with a dark, predatory glint in his eyes, one that made your stomach twist with arousal.
"If you're not ours...then you're just some slut for us to use then, yeah?" He whispered, smirking, sneaking another glance at Fred; the two of them basically communicating with their eyes.
You swallowed, and Fred's teeth grazed your ear. "So you wouldn't mind if we just took control, used your sexy little body for our own pleasure, right?"
Your lips parted, your pussy clenching with need. Gods, this is exactly what you fucking wanted--you were so excited you couldn't even hide it if you tried.
"I..." you couldn't find words as Fred released your thigh, pulling your hips against his throbbing bulge, George's hands roaming your curves--tugging on your dress and bunching it up your hips, up your stomach, gesturing for you to raise your hands as he tugged it up  and off your trembling body.
Your mouth was drier than cotton, and George smirked, wetting his lips as he eyed your newly exposed body, his pupils dilating when he realized your lacy, dark red bra was a matching piece to your panties that had previously been discarded to the floor at your feet.
"Look at you..." he murmured, running a hand up your hip and toward your breasts. "Such a filthy little thing...wearing this under your dress..." he grazed your nipple, twirling his thumb until he felt it harden under the fabric of your bra. "Who were you wearing this for, if not us? Hm?"
The arrogance in his tone drove you crazy, and as Fred trailed his hand along your other hip, moving toward your pussy again, your lungs stalled, breath hitching.
"You've been aching for this, haven't you love?" Fred purred, teasing your clit with a brief swirl. "Don't worry, we're going to show you exactly who you belong to..."
George grabbed your wrist, "that's right...you're nothing but our little fucktoy, and we're going to prove it."
Your lips parted, but you didn't even have time to think as George tugged you over toward the bed, Fred trailing behind you. You could hear him fumbling with his belt, and your stomach leapt up into your throat as George released your wrist to do the same. In practically no time at all, the twins had rid themselves of all their clothing--their hard, throbbing cocks making your mouth water and your pussy clench as you stared, unable to peel your eyes away. They were fucking hung. You always managed to forget just how big they were.
George smirked, and you moved toward him, wrapping your small hand around his thick length, his head falling back as you softly pumped him, reaching beside you to do the same to Fred. Each of them stood there for a moment, eyes squeezed shut and chests heaving as you stroked them; twisting your fist and smearing their pre-cum around the heads of their cocks--your entire body screaming with fucking need at the display.
After a moment, George gathered himself, and brought his lips toward your ear. "Are you going to be a good girl for us?"
Fred's lips found your other ear, your hands still slowly pumping their lengths. "Are you going to let us have our way with you? Hm? Give yourself over to us completely?"
As George smacked your ass, leaving your cheek burning and tingling, you yelped; mischievous smirks crawling across both of their lips. Gods, you wanted them inside you. You couldn't take even a second more of waiting.
"Yes..." you whispered, increasing your motions, head falling back as they each attacked a side of your neck. "Please...take me..."
"Mm." Fred hummed, smacking your other cheek now. "That's what we like to hear, princess..."
George moved toward the bed, laying down on his back on the edge, legs dangling off the side. He motioned for you to climb on top of him, and without hesitation, you did--his big hands finding your hips and holding you firm against his chest, your thighs straddling his waist as you rolled your slick cunt against his length, his jaw tensing and throat bobbing as he swallowed, lips finding your neck.
Fred came up behind you, his long fingers ghosting down your back, caressing the smooth curve of your ass. George brought his lips to your ear. "You want us? Hm?"
You didn't even need to think. "Yes!"
"Beg for it..." Fred cooed from behind you. "Beg for us to claim your perfect little body, to use every one of your delicious fucking holes..."
Your breath hitched, your stomach leapt with excitement. "Please-fuck-please, fuck me..."
"That's it," George groaned, angling the head of his dick so it was pressing at your dripping core, his voice a dangerously deep growl in your ear. "That's our good little toy...fuck-"
His words were cut short by his groan of pleasure as he sunk into your tight wet heat, thrusting up into you in one slow, sensual thrust; stretching your walls open slowly and cautiously--for as dominant as the twins were, they never took it too far. They were always careful with you, gentle when they needed to be, and it drove you fucking insane; in the best way possible.
"Oh...fuck-George..." as he sunk in to the hilt, he paused for a second before he slowly pulled out, Fred's hands running all over your body, adding to the already overwhelming sensations flowing through you.
You moaned, eyes rolling back as George began to increase his pace, fucking up into you as his arms held you tight to his chest, his breath growly and husky in your ear. You felt Fred's hands leave your body, only for a brief moment, until he returned one to your hip, followed by a warm liquid sensation dripping down your back and sliding over your ass.
Fred massaged the sensual liquid into your skin, moving down toward your ass, grazing the tight rim with one of his fingers, the sensations making you clench around George.
"Shit-you're so fucking tight..." George breathed, slowing his pace to an agonizingly slow speed. "You need to slop clenching around me like that, princess...or else..."
As Fred pushed his finger inside you, pressing against your inner walls, and you moaned, entire body overwhelmed by the fullness--you'd done anal before, but never at the same time as being fucked, and so far, it was an incomprehensible experience--entirely fucking mind-numbing.
"I-I can't help it-oh, Fred-fuck!" Fred snuck another finger inside your ass, and he continued to twist and scissor you open, your entire body tensing, an overwhelming fullness washing over you. George groaned as you clenched around him again.
"Shh, relax..." Fred cooed, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of your ass, matching the slow ministrations of George's cock. "Breathe...feel your tight little ass stretch open for me..."
As he pressed in a third finger, your vision blanked, and you were so encompassed by pleasure you couldn't even comprehend it--if three of his fingers felt this fucking intense, you couldn't even begin to imagine what his cock would feel like. His fingers curled inside you, stretching you wider, your face washed with crimson, body glistening with sweat--you'd never felt more defenceless and dominated, your entire body succumbed to their primal power.
George, however, was struggling. "Fred, any day now..." he groaned, hissing the words through barred teeth. "She's got me strung out on the gallows here.."
Fred huffed, slowly pulling his fingers out of you. "I think she's ready for me...aren't you, princess?"
As George paused his movements, you could finally take a second to think, to breathe. Admittedly, you were nervous, but you knew the twins would never hurt you, would never do something to cause you unwanted pain. You knew you could trust them to take care of you.
With a small whimper, you nodded. "Yes...I am."
"Good girl...we're going to claim every one of your pretty fucking holes..." Fred groaned, pressing the sticky head of his cock against your ass. "Our perfect little plaything..."
He squeezed more warm liquid over your ass, trapping a deep breath in his lungs as he worked in the head of his dick. With a deep breath, you allowed your body to surrender, allowed yourself to relax into the moment. The intensity of their touch was all-consuming, and as Fred finally worked his thick length inside your ass, all three of you groaned in pleasure, Fred and George hissing through their teeth as you squeezed and clenched around them, your tight walls pulling them deeper inside of you.
"Oh, fuck..." Fred groaned, "tight...so fucking tight..."
Fred clung to your hips, George's arms still wrapped tight around your shoulders, hugging you to his chest as he slowly resumed fucking up into you. When Fred had fully sheathed himself in your ass, he held himself there, grip rough enough to bruise, drawing in another hissing breath through his teeth. He was massive, reaching places in your body you didn't know were possible--and between him and George, you felt overwhelmed, overtaken, your head dizzy with pleasure.
George brought his lips to your ear, his pace quickening. "You like that, princess? You like taking us both like this?"
Fred smacked your ass, leaving it stinging. "She does...she loves being our toy...dirty little slut..."
Your breath hiccuped in your lungs. "Oh-"
Was the only thing you could even attempt to say, the intensity and the pressure building in your core with every thrust, their movements becoming more forceful and insistent--mercilessly dragging you dangerously fast toward the soaring heights of ecstasy.
"Shit-" Fred's voice was a breathless pant, smacking your ass again as he slammed his hips against you. "That's it, take it...our little slut can handle it, can't she?..."
Every word from their lips drove you further into the oblivion, and by this point, you were only halfway cognizant of the sounds and words leaving your mouth. You were gone, vanished, transported from this reality and floating off somewhere in another--the level of surrender and submission you were experiencing was like nothing you've ever felt before, being used solely for their pleasure; used as their fucktoy for their carnal desires was something that you only imagined happening in your fantasy. You were so encompassed by pleasure you were certain you were going to explode without needing any clit stimulation, which was something that almost never happened to you.
"Fuck-you feel so good..." George groaned, his fingers digging into your shoulders as though he was trying to shatter your bones. "So tight and wet and eager for us..."
"Shit-" Fred moaned, his hands bruising your hips. "You feel so good wrapped around us like this...you love it, don't you whore?"
Your body felt like it was being pushed to its limits, your ears ringing as the twins increased their paces even further, slamming into you with a primal force, the sounds of their strained grunts mixed in with your wanton moans and the sounds of smacking skin being the only thing filling the thick, steamy air.
"Yes-yes!" You practically screamed, voice shaking. "I-I love it.."
Fred groaned, slamming into you. "That's right...our little whore likes it rough...fuck-"
Pleasure coursed through every fiber of your being as they dominated you in the most primal and exhilarating way. With each thrust, you were pushed closer to the edge, the pleasure mingling with the degradation in a deliciously sinful cocktail. George let loose a low moan in your ear, a sound so deliciously satisfying it pushed you dangerously close to your edge--holy fucking shit you wanted to cum. You needed to cum.
"Shit-I feel you...I feel how bad you need to cum, isn't that right, princess?" George's voice was a mere breath in your ear, his pitch strained with desire. "Tell us how bad you want it..."
Fred's hands left your hips, exploring every inch of your body, one of them snaking around in between you and George and caressing the front of your thighs. You knew he was going to tease you, you knew they'd never let you get there that easily. Your clit was throbbing, screaming, wailing in need--and although you felt so fucking good you could probably get there without it, you knew it would feel so fucking good if you did.
"P-please..." it was a pathetic cry of desperation, hardly loud enough to hear over the sound of their skin slamming against yours.
George whimpered in your ear as you clenched around him, Fred groaning as you squeezed. You moaned, far too fucking loud, and George brought a hand to your lips, shoving two of his fingers past your teeth as he growled his words into your eardrum.
"You're so close baby...but you’ll have to do better than that if you want us to help you get there..."
Fred's hand inched closer to your clit, teasing over your mound. "Tell us that you're ours, tell us that no one else could make you feel like this...no one else could ever take all of you like this..."
The ache within your core was intensifying by the second, the desperate longing for release almost unbearable. George shoved his fingers deeper into your mouth, eliciting a gag from you and he smirked, growling through his teeth.
"Look at you, princess...we've taken everyone of your holes...every part of you has been claimed by us..." he breathed, jaw tensed as he spoke. "Show us who you belong to."
When he slipped his fingers from your mouth, Fred's own fingers found your clit, grazing it, and your entire body flinched; desperate for connection.
"Please! Please, I'm yours...I belong to you guys, please!" Words left your lips in nothing more than babbling desperation, you fucking needed this; so, so bad. "Gods, let me cum...let me cum for you..."
Fred's free hand smacked your ass again, his fingers continuing to tease your clit. "Looks like she's finally begging for it, George..."
George hummed, gripping the back of your neck and holding your eyes to his. "That's what you want princess? To cum on my cock, hm?"
You flinched as Fred swirled over your clit again, the two of them fucking you deep, filling you full, their pace relentless and their arrogance suffocating as they relished in the clear power they held over you in this moment. They got you right where they wanted you, and they weren't scared to hold you there; making you wait, holding you hostage over the edge of pure ecstasy until you utterly shattered in their hands.
"Yes!" You wailed, meeting his dark, primal eyes, sweat glistening his forehead; his reddened locks sticking to his skin. "I want to cum on your cock, please!"
Another smack on your ass, another deep thrust from Fred. "Music to my ears..." he purred, breathless. "Should we grant her wish, George?"
"I think so, now that she's admitted her place," George grinned, brushing his lips over yours, fingers squeezing the back of your neck with enough force to bruise as he fucked deep into you. "I'd say she's earned it, Fred..."
With a satisfied groan, Fred's fingers connected, twirling over your clit with a relentless pace, shutting down any brain power dedicated to speech. Instead, your body was vibrating with pleasure, liquid diamond coursing through your vessels, making you moan and drool and babble their names. You were at the fucking brink, ready to pour out, bones ready to break from your skin as they drove deep into your holes.
Your back arched and your fingers found George's hair, gripping the tendrils as though you were trying to rip them from his scalp. "Oh-yes! Fuck-yes!"
Fred's fingers swirled with insistence, George nipping your jaw as you were right there-so close- "go on whore, cum for your fucking owners."
Your body flatlined. "Oh! Fuck!"
The two of them tipped you into euphoria, pleasure overriding your self-control as you shook and convulsed on their cocks, every muscle between your legs pulsing and clamping down while your vision turned to a black sea of stars. Your ears rang and you were sure you fell unconscious as the most powerful orgasm you've ever experienced ripped through you, shredding every single shred of nerve you had inside you.
"Fuck-you're squeezing me so fucking hard..." George groaned, so loud it shook your ribcage as it reverberated through you. "You're going to make me fucking cum, princess..."
"Fuck," you muttered, head spinning as you came down from your high; not getting very far before the pleasure started to build again, their relentless pace utterly consuming your existence. "Fuck..."
When Fred's fingers didn't pull away from your clit, you wailed, trembling and shaking from overstimulation, but Georges hold around your waist held you firm in place against him, their cocks slamming you deep as you wailed, brain entirely unable to function.
"Oh-fuck-I can't...Fred..." you said, reaching back to try and pry his hand from your clit, but George caught your wrist, collecting them both and pinning them behind your back.
"Oh, yes you can," Fred breathed, slamming you deep. "We're so close...you can cum again, alongside us, little slut.."
Your eyes locked on George, his pupils so large they swallowed up well over half of his irises entirely; a dark, primal lust encompassing his gaze. You could tell he was close, his lips parted and brows furrowed in concentration, you could tell he was holding himself back for whatever fucking reason. He was lost in pleasure, lost in the heat of your tight pussy clenching around him as Fred worked you toward your third climax of the night, fucking deep in your ass and hissing through his teeth.
"Shit-" Fred hissed. He was close too.
George's lids fluttered, "cant...hold on...much..longer.."
Without much cognitive warning, your third orgasm built quick and fast, slamming into you like a hard shot to the gut, and you screamed--unable to silence yourself even if you fucking tried. Your high washed through you like a tidal wave, rippling through your body with uncontainable force, your entire corpse shaking violently against George's chest as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over you, swears and sounds and drool pouring from your lips without consciousness.
"Fuck-fuck-" George groaned, head falling back against the mattress, grip tightening on your wrists. "I'm-gonna-fuck-"
Fred's fingers remained on your clit, working you through your high as the two of them collectively shattered against you, their bodies tensing and breath sputtering in their lungs as they spilled their hot cum inside of you, fucking you through the remnants of their highs until they were utterly spent.
For a moment, no one moved, everyone fighting to catch their breath, to return back to earth. When Fred pulled out, all that you could do was whimper, your body a collection of sweat and cum and fluids; every nerve ending in your system tingling with lingering pleasure.
"Look at you..." Fred whispered, slumping down onto the mattress beside you, helping you get yourself off of George. "Completely filled and claimed by us."
As you rolled off George and collapsed down onto the mattress between them, they each wrapped their arms around you, holding you tightly between them as you all laid there panting, bodies awash and glistening with sweat.
"All ours..." George murmured against your neck, lids fluttering. "Isn't that right, princess?"
You sighed in satisfaction, nodding softly as you melted into their collective grasp. "All yours, boys...all yours."
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hana-no-seiiki · 6 months ago
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Sorry for the long hiatus. My meds for my bipolar disorder have made it very difficult to have inspiration/motivation for anything aside from normie activities.
Anyways I have a lot planned for this year! Hopefully you guys enjoy these works that have been in the backburner for a while while now. Love yall.
Without further ado, here’s a little drabble/some hcs as appetizers.
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YANDERE BATFAM x HAREM! READER
tw/cw: DID coded shenanigans. Multiple Readers converge from my other works. Confusing fuckery. Yun writing without his meds. Featuring @sophiethewitch1 ‘s loser reader from What We Want. Mad Genius! Reader.
inspired by: The Herta (Honkai Star Rail) and a lil Iron Man.
Okay it but wouldn’t it be fucking hilarious if Reader gave the boys a harem of their own.
Like perhaps they’re just this immortal genius that creates puppets. Each with its unique personality and looks. But all of them share one thing, a love for their creator and the batfam. (And are all under your control…mostly)
Let’s start with your failures shall we? After all, the most precious thing to a genius like you, is your mistakes. However few or many there are.
You created Cat Villain! Reader as a test. No flashy powers beyond invisibility and teleportation. What you did give them however, was a whole load of sass and mystique. Something that drew in the Robins pretty well at first, but they soon lose interest in favor of … well
another work of yours was Alien! Reader. The goody two shoes with a dark side. (You couldn’t make them perfectly straight and narrow, that would have been far too boring). But Alien! Reader started dating Damian way too quickly. And everyone seemed so happy with the arrangement that you quickly ended it all. Swiftly killing your puppet in a fit of boredom. (Don’t worry, you kept some spare parts in order to rebuild them later on if such a whim caught your fancy)
Now, What We Want! Reader was special. It took a lot of time, effort, and whole butt load of money. Crossing dimensions was a lot more difficult than you thought it would be. But of course, in the end, your perfect self managed to pull through.
Replacing the original What We Want! Reader with a puppet that housed a soul from another world? Genius. Absolutely brilliant. You should reward yourself with how smart you are.
Unfortunately the boys got too excited and locked her up. Almost removing your access to one of your favorite experiments! How could they?
And so you send her back home. Safe and sound (and ready for part two!)
While looking through other dimensions, a certain manga/anime caught your eye. Makima! Reader was inspired from the character herself. And Bruce’s lack of participation and eagerness in some of your previous tests. And so you made his utter nightmare. One who killed when it was necessary and kill you did.
Unfortunately Makima! Reader almost made [Favorite DC Villain] pass away and you wouldn’t want that happening, don’t you?
In getting What We Want! Reader to your dimension you failed to account one of your stupid puppets getting into the collider by accident. And thus was What’s Up Danger? Reader was born.
You let it roam free for the most part, but for some reason time seemed to loop around them meeting the batboys for the first time and would never go beyond it. (Probably cause the author hasn’t updated in a dozen amber eras at this point)
Exasperated and in dire need of some fun in your life. You bring back all the readers one last time.
And oh, the chaos that ensued was one for the ages.
Finally, a success.
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©️ h.n.s. - yun | 2025
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bigtreefest · 1 month ago
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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe thot about: CE!babe + “Er is it supposed to make that noise?” 🤣
Not Fast, Possibly Furious
Pairing: Boyfriend! Ransom Drysdale x Reader
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Summary: All you want to do is treat your boyfriend to a nice trip, but things aren’t going your way. Ransom thinks he knows just what to do to clear your mind.
Word count: 1,564
Content/warnings: MINORS DNI - 18+ ONLY, smut, swears, kissing, a little bit of an argument and frustrated behavior, probably poor handling of emotions but let’s be real a lot of us would do the same thing, brief depictions of unprotected p in v sex, semi-public car sex, surprisingly soft Ranny, independent reader, me not knowing anything about cars
A/N: It’s been a long time coming! Thank you so much for this prompt, Siri! Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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At least the weather was nice. That’s what you had to keep reminding yourself, and Ransom, from where you were pulled off on the side of the road, scrambling under the hood of your old SUV.
After several attempts of pleading with your puppy dog eyes, you had finally convinced your boyfriend to let you surprise him with a weekend getaway to a place unknown. And boy, was that quite the difficult feat. Especially since he kept pushing back, saying he’d drive, even though you knew that was his sly attempt to figure out the destination. Ransom could never stand being left out of the loop, even when it was for something planned specifically with his pleasure in mind. The way he was going about it now was fun and playful at first, but then the smoke billowing from the engine of your car quickly put an end to that mood.
As you pulled over, you expected to see Ransom’s annoyed, told-you-so face, but instead, his brows were knitted together, mostly with concern. Before he could even open his mouth to suggest a solution, you were already out of the vehicle and investigating the issue.
At this point you’d lost track of how long you’d been working and finally believed you figured out what was wrong. At least you hoped so. A couple more failed attempts and you were about ready to have a conniption.
You peered out from behind the hood and looked at Ransom where he now sat in the driver’s seat.
“Okay, give it a go.”
As Ransom turned the key in the ignition, your hands flew to your hears. Loud chugs and sputtering were followed by a high-pitched screech of something, and then nothing. The engine reached a halt with a hiss.
In frustration, you groaned and looked up at the sky and then over at your boyfriend whose emotions were evidently feeding off of yours. Even through all of this, though, Ransom was trying so hard to make sure he kept his sass in check as to not offend you. He really appreciated the gesture of what you were trying to do this weekend and didn’t want to appear ungrateful or as if he didn’t believe in your capabilities, but before he could even think, the words just slipped out.
“Er, is it supposed to make that noise?”
What a mistake. All he heard was a clank of metal as you threw down a socket wrench onto the asphalt and stomped toward the grassy treeline just off the side of the road. When he got out of the driver’s seat and came around the hood to look at you, your hands were on your head, eyes squeezed shut in frustration, with the faintest glimmer, from what he could only assume were tears, running down your cheeks. Your wet lashes fluttered open and Ransom swore that look could kill.
“Of course it’s fucking not, Hugh!”
The last thing on Ransom’s mind right now was the mud underneath his loafers as he rushed towards you in an attempt to placate and plead for a tow truck.
“Sweetheart, I… didn’t mean it like that. I just mean that we’ve been at this for the better part of an hour and I don’t see your car going anywhere. Physically or repair-wise.”
His hands gently held your arms.
“Let me call a tow truck. I went to school with a kid whose family owned a company. We’ll get a good deal if you insist on paying for it.”
You scowled at him and swatted his hands away.
“I’m independent, Drysdale, not stupid. And I have insurance, anyway. But you touch that phone and you’re a dead man.”
You began storming back to the car.
“But if you just let me-“
Ransom attempted to reach for your hand but you shook it off, whipped around, and pointed a cautionary finger at him.
“Listen to me. This car, I paid for by myself. School, I got into by myself. And this trip, is something I planned on my own. So you saying for me to hand the problems, ones not unlike what I’ve faced my entire life, to somebody else, is not the way I operate. I never had that luxury and I don’t need it. You’re acting like I don’t have this under control and that you don’t believe in me. And that’s the last thing I need from my boyfriend when I’m doing my best.”
Ransom bit the inside of his lower lip and thought for a second, carefully choosing the right words to proceed. If you were anyone else, he would’ve thrown it right back just as hard. He knows you’ve worked for everything you have and he knows he had it easy his whole life. He had to go about this the right way.
“Sweetheart.”
His voice was low, genuine.
“I’m offering to make it easier on you. Not because I don’t believe in your capabilities, it’s just that I want to make sure a moment together for us isn’t wasted. Especially not with you cursing out an old engine when instead, we can be pressed close in bed. Okay?”
Before you could even protest, he had you wrapped up tight against him in his arms. He held you firmly, one hand bracing your head, the other rubbing up and down on your back. You could feel your shoulders relaxing just barely before he tilted your heads back and his eyes searched yours.
“So how about this: you get one more try to fix this, and if that doesn’t work, then I’ll call AAA, have them give us a tow back to my place, and we’ll figure out essentials and take the Beamer. Deal?”
You sighed in his hold, pressing your forehead against his for a second as you thought. When you tilted your head back up, Ransom took inventory of your face, the look of contemplation, still with a hint of frustration running through it. He pressed a warm, tender kiss to your lips that he realized was far too chaste for your liking when you chased his lips and whined as he pulled away.
A gentle thumb brushed your cheek while a smirk slowly took over his face. His eyes darkened, and he smiled with mischief that you knew all too well, but your brain was quickly growing fuzzy, dazed.
“Ah, is that what you need? A little something to work out this pent-up frustration?”
You panted lightly through parted lips and nodded, looking urgently into his eyes as you let out the breathiest affirmation to his question. He nodded in acknowledgment.
“I should’ve recognized it sooner. Get in the back seat.”
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Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails running up the back of his scalp until you reached the longer patch of the quiff on the top of Ransom’s head. You gripped firmly and yanked him upwards, met with him face-to-face after pulling him out from where the condensation was gathering against your neck.
His pupils were blown, lips parted in a groan that quickly grew into that smarmy smirk. His one hand continued its work between your bodies, the other bracing him against the seat to hold him above you. You could feel his thrusts growing sloppy, yet holding no less power. He was pushing himself to give you what you needed and it was paying off. He could tell by the way your knees squeezed his sides, making his smile grow even more. He could feel the way you gripped him tighter, your whole body pulling his into it.
“You close?”
All you could do was nod, words eluding you as you used your hold on him to shove his lips to yours in a fervent kiss. Like that display of affection was the final nudge, you tipped over the edge, orgasm ripping through your body with a wave of warmth, your body convulsing as Ransom pushed for a final few thrusts and came with you. The lip lock was broken with the groans of you both coming down from the high, but small pecks kept you close as you pet your fingers over the back of his hair.
You smiled up at Ransom, having almost forgotten your worries in the pleasure he was able to give you. But instead of being in a post orgasmic haze, it was like the storm of anger that had previously clouded your judgement had cleared and your gaze shot wide.
In concern, your boyfriend looked between your eyes, worry etching into his features as he brushed strands of sweaty hair out of your face.
“What? What is it, sweetheart?”
Snapped out of the moment of intimacy, you pushed his shoulders back, finding your shorts to shimmy them back on your body, still partially underneath your boyfriend’s.
Ransom sat there paralyzed on his knees, watching you pull yourself together just enough to go back outside the car, ignoring his inquisition. His bare ass was still in the breeze as you slipped your shoes on, trying not to lose the light bulb that went off in your head, and opened the car door.
You quickly turned back to him for a peck and paused for a second where he thought you might realize how quickly you just left him there, but all you said was, “It’s gotta be the spark plugs!”
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Bonus a/n: heheheheh😈 we love a babe who likes to distract you to clear your mind. And when the rich brat gets a good head on his shoulders.
Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly @mercurial-chuckles @steviebbboi @thiquefunlover63
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bonesandthebees · 6 months ago
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Help I'm so out of the loop, what did Dream do this time? Who was the Mangoball person? How is Connor related to any of this??
ok. ok. there is so much to explain so I'll start with the easy stuff.
after so many years, mangoball revealed themself on a post by icarus aka apollos-boyfriend. they are now a beatles fan.
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god bless
okay now. sigh. dream.
you're not going to believe me but this is a condensed version.
but recently a clip surfaced from the shut up I'm talking podcast of tommy talking about how much he disliked meeting mizkif. mizkif wasn't thrilled about this. xqc called tommy cringe for it, tommy made a post making fun of xqc calling him cringe for wearing a trump shirt during the stream he did where he met trump, xqc shot back by tweeting one of tommy's standup clips and making fun of him for having an audience of mostly teenage girls. then, despite not being mentioned or involved in the conversation in any way, dream qrted xqc's tweet making fun of tommy with a meme outright calling all tommyinnit fans the r slur.
dream ended up deleting the tweet but only after a few hours or something so everyone had already seen it. he tried to defend himself on twitter, claiming that because he's autistic he's allowed to use it. this all happened very late at night in the US so the british streamers were asleep. dream also made a reddit post trying to defend himself, insulting tommy and co. and saying tommy had no backbone. next day, tubbo had a stream outright talking about how much he dislikes dream and defending tommy, while also acknowledging his own bias towards his friends.
that night, once again when the rest of the british ccs had gone to sleep, dream did a very late night stream that was basically him crashing out for 3 straight hours. he went over very cherry-picked parts of tubbo's VOD, 'explaining' himself and talking about how tommy was always such a terrible cruel friend to him (when tommy was, like, 17 mind you. he covered so many things I literally cannot remember them all but he shared private dms he's had with multiple ccs and also outright said someone shared skephalo porn art in the dsmp discord when tommy and tubbo were 16 but it was fine because the teens 'asked to be treated like adults' (??????????)
today tubbo streamed again, watching dream's stream and responding and acknowledging his own slip ups/mistakes he made while also calling dream out for a lot of the bs he said. he was also supposed to have a call on stream with dream to talk it out, but then during tubbo's stream tommy uploaded an absolutely scathing 5 minute video talking about how terrible dream has been over the years, and dream cancelled the scheduled call he had with tubbo. like if you want to watch anything from this entire mess, watch tommy's video. if you want a more full view of things, watch tubbo's VOD from today.
then quackity streamed today and everyone expected him to say something because dream also brought him up for some reason?? during his stream??? and shared private dms they had?????? but quackity is still winning the idgaf war. he just promoed some new stuff he's doing and then went "there was something else I was going to talk about but I forgot what it was. oh well, later guys!"
look this is. again. kind of condensed. the last two days have felt like ten years.
meanwhile connor has been having gold tier commentary on the whole mess on twitter, unsurprisingly.
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mirensiart · 1 month ago
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You are the one who convinced me to mostly be a Wind/Tune Hyrule Warriors/War of Eras before Linked Universe truther! And I thank you for that with my whole heart🫶🫶✨✨
Though I will say I also really like war of eras after linked universe too, cause wind being a little shit and knowing things is always fun (and the angst of him getting to see his brother again but them not know who he is is DELICIOUS), but again, I prefer the other one.
All of this to say! I am indecisive so I’m like. Why not both? Wind does wind waker and phantom hourglass, get a break of about a year. Is 14. falls into a portal but it’s Lana summoning him to fight in the war of eras. He does so two years, builds up the bonds (I cry for a thousand years about the war of eras boys) and then he suddenly just completely drops off the face of the earth. Mask and Link can’t find Tune anywhere after a huge battle. Lana can’t even give them the security of suggesting he’s back home cause her portal wasn’t summoned/her magic wasn’t used and she can’t even help them find a body cause she can’t sense him. Tune is just gone. If I’m pushing it, could it make it so Cia catches on that the captain is missing a pest in green and has them believe that she captured their brother, only for them to fall into a trap and after being rescued, they either believe 1) his remains are in a mass grave somewhere and can’t be identified or 2) believe the lie that Cia told him that she got rid of him before they could get to her hideout. Either way, WRECKED. Unhealthy overwork and grieving is had. War of era goes on another year but it ends maybe a little faster because they couldn’t let their brother’s death in another era be in vain.
MEANWHILE Wind is actually portaled to the beginning of Linked Universe. And so a reunion in the making of between 2 to 25 years is had - time travel/dimension hopping is so weird - and there are tears aplenty. But there’s the underlying fear at the end of adventure of where Wind/Tune is going to end up at the end of LU, cause Mask and Warriors never found him, not before Lana sent everyone back to their own times and it’s been two years for Warriors and still nothing. I don’t really know how to end this other than yippeee glorious, tearful reunions! The time loop is closed for Wind by having him at the end of LU go through the portal with Warriors, thus ending where he was again, and then finally being sent back to his Outset island.
This is so long and I hope it’s not just incoherent. I apologize if this isn’t your usual vibe, I just really wanted to share how much I love your war of eras headcanon and how it’s something I lowkey have been thinking about for the past two months since joining the linked universe/legend of Zelda fandom. I really love the way you draw Time, Wind, and Warriors. Your art was a big reason why I have a soft spot for both Wind and Warriors. Again, thank you for sharing ✨✨👏👏🫶🎉 and thanks for reading this whole thing, if you do lmao
THIS IS SUCH A GALAXY SIZED BRAIN TAKE OHMYGOD
you managed to make both scenarios fit perfectly, like The Comedy that's the "Wind goes through HW before LU and is pissed off his baby brother is now an Old Man while he's STILL a kid" and The Angst of "Wind goes through HW post LU and meets his brothers again but they have no memories of him cause LU hasn't happened for them yet"
i personally like the funny idea that no matter how many time shenanigans happen wind is still, somehow, 13/14, since phantom hourglass happens in a dream like realm and wind in the real world was only away for 10 mins (canonically) he can go through wind waker at 12, and go through phantom hourglass + hyrule warriors at 13, fight in the war of eras for a year and be 14 when the LU portal gets him, so he's still the youngest of the chain when they're all reunited lmao
but i do love the idea that he gets portaled WHILE HW is happening and everyone thinks he just died, it makes the wind+wars+time reunion so heartfelt ooough
like if we go with wind still being 14 while the others are now much muuuuch older, seeing him again at the same age he supposedly "died" could mean that maybe they think he's some kind of ghost at first??
like if i were to lose a sibling when I'm 10 amd they're 14 and then i were to see them again 20 years later when I'm 30 i def would think it was some kind of apparition instead of the. being back for real lol
or maybe they think it's a monster taking the appearance of their "dead" brother :-) like make the reunion even more chaotic and emotional, with wind convincing them that he is legit tune and not dead or not a monster
ANYWAY ....... I LOVE THIS TAKE SO MUCH..... MAYBE I COULD BORROW IT CAUSE I CAN ALREADY SEE MY BRAIN LATCHING ONTO IT .......I THANK YOU I SEE YOUR VISION SO CLEARLY.....
and WAAAOUGH I'm so happy my art helped someway, i do love the war of eras trio and i obviously have a soft spot for wind+wars so happy that my brainrot converted u into a wind+wars enjoyer hehehe welcome to the club!
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secret-subject · 2 months ago
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Hiii Secret,
Any chance you’d be willing to share some of your favorite (SFW) hypnosis files and/or creators to listen to? And also where to find them if possible, thanks :)
Hey hey!!
So this is a very refreshing question (normally people ask about the lewd things) and luckly I know a few people who do make quality SFW hypnosis. Here are some of my faves who I have tested myself...
Chewtoy: Seriously some of the highest quality audio and hypnosis out here right now and a massive inspiration of mine from both back in the day and even now. I have been a total fan of his for a very long time and coming back to his new work is seriously so crazy cool to see him still going and constantly upping the bar. Some of his work is on the lewd side but honestly there are a TON of free, extremely good and interesting audios on his patreon.
@ellaenchanting: I really like her approach to hypnosis and while I don't listen to a lot of femme people in my personal file collection, hers have been some I keep on rotation. I also want to say having been to her hypnosis classes and chatted to her briefly afterwards she is a huge inspiration and just a wonderful person (which in my mind always is such a joy to see a creator who is not just doing good work but also a great human!) Her linktree is here and she's mostly got audio on soundcloud and soundgasm!
Pling: This is very biased of me to have him on this list as he is a friend of mine and has been for a couple years now. What I love about Pling's audios is how because so many of them are freestyled, hey have a real "we're doing a session right now" quality to them. His voice is great (despite being australian... JKJKJK as a kiwi I have to give him shit for it) and his use of out of the box ideas and honestly sometimes downright memes in his audios is both fun and different. He does GREAT fractionation files which sometimes is hard to find (come on everyone... give me MOAR plz and thank you.) You can find his patreon here.
@tennfan2: Again, shout out to mic quality. It's so cool to hear a very well produced sound (as a bit of an audiophile myself). I really have enjoyed testing out Tennfan's work recently. I remember a few years back being in one of his classes and being intrigued to try his hypnosis and I really like it! You can find his work on soundcloud.
Mx Kicks: Another friend of mine (okay I know I have a lot of biases...) They stopped making audio which is a darn shame because their voice is top tier and their audios while short pack a serious punch for me. I was lucky enough to collab with them on my Distracted in Class series and they are for sure worth a listen if you have a few minutes. A lot of these are very SFW and all about the hypnosis which is fun. Their audios are still on YouTube.
@sex-obsessed-lesbian: Don't let the name trick you, she has some SFW audios too. I actually saw one of her classes a few years ago and I was such a fan of her overall vibe with how she does hypnosis that I got very excited to see she's making audios on Soundgasm! I haven't checked out many of them yet but I am excited to and honestly if you like silly, (sometimes sexy) stuff I think you'll be into her work!
VoxHypnosis: This is a new one to me, and by new I mean literally was going to try his file "The Loop" last night and... yea I'm not sure what happened there so let's say it was good? Not a lot of SFW audios on his SoundGasm but there might be more on his patreon? This is for sure someone I am going to keep an eye out for and see if he makes more SFW stuff in the future for free... For science.
I know these are just a handful of the THOUSANDS of amazing creators out here so if anyone has any of their own recs please let me know.
Also, my wife told me I have to mention this person on YT Secret Subject. Apparently she makes all kinds of free, SFW and NSFW audios on YouTube, Soundgasm and Patreon... 😆
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beneathsilverstars · 4 months ago
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i love to explain my opinions so here's my actual drinking headcanons
siffrin - doesn't seem to get tipsy. he mostly just gets less anxious, which means he's less worried about saying the wrong thing but also less concerned with pushing himself to talk, so he's basically behaving the same way and just having different emotions about it! they appear perfectly stone-cold sober until they eventually suddenly hit drunk drunk and now they're liable to fall flat on their face and not remember it the next morning. takes a while to get there though, they may be small but they're also prone to alcoholism. (drinking to self-medicate mental illness is not a good idea, everyone.)
mirabelle - thinks beer smells nasty; wine's better, but grape juice is one of the worst fruit juices to begin with so eh. she'll have a hard cider on occasion or a fruity mixed drink, but only one and maybe not even the whole thing. she doesn't like feeling weird and she gets worried about acting weird!
isabeau - gets tipsy on half a mixed drink and then gets steadily more drunk from there. historically hasn't gone past two drinks in a row for fear of messing up his himbo persona, though he metabolizes it fast enough that if he's staying out late he can have another drink or two. being drunk turns isabeau into even more of a clown; he wants to have fun and he wants everyone else to have fun and more importantly he wants them to like him!! he'll fetch the next round, tip generously, share his food, join unwise schemes just because someone asked him to and pointing out the risks would make him seem like a square, etc.
odile - would drink vodka straight out of the bottle and get reckless as a youth. good thing cars don't exist! she no longer believes that she's too smart to make stupid decisions, but she still likes to cut loose with a couple shots, which she's very consistent about: she knows exactly how much alcohol will get her pleasantly buzzed without leading to a hangover. she's a lot more open and social when she's drunk. she's happy enough with her usual dry humor and too-old-for-this attitude, but sometimes it's nice to have an excuse to get uncharacteristically silly and dramatic for an evening instead!
pétronille: doesn't drink. she says it's because she has too many responsibilities, but she doesn't like to be around drunk people, either.
euphrasie: likes wine. she might have a glass or two to unwind after a long day, or pop open a nice vintage on a special occasion. she's willing to try other drinks, but she already knows what she likes the best and she's definitely not looking to get wasted. being too impaired makes it hard to do all the things she wants to do! she's more affectionate when she's tipsy, which is saying something because she's already quite enthusiastic and loving and touchy.
claude: prefers other substances, but isn't opposed to drinking. she's not picky about what the drink is, though she likes to try weird mixed drinks and euphrasie's wines and homemade brews. she doesn't see the point of having one or two drinks; if she's having more than a sip then she's getting blasted. she isn't a very inhibited person anyway, so she's not very different while drunk, just even louder and more distractible.
loop: can't get drunk because they can't consume anything. if they could, and weren't pulled into the party by siffrin immediately post-canon, they'd be physically dependent on alcohol within a month.
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psilliguykai · 2 months ago
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Welcome to the completed tracklist and summarized story of William’s Wanton Weary Wiles!
I want to keep this project manageable and fun for me, while still being able to release the full story. Hence posting this, rather than each cover’s lyrics individually (what I initially intended :)). Most of what’s described here is what would be depicted in each song, though some events would only be implied/have happened outside of the actual “lyrics". These will be put in square brackets.
Basically everything under the cut!
Names and pronouns (Note: these will be used interchangeably. You may use whatever pronouns you want for any of them, these are just what I’ll be using/what feels right to me personally ^^ ref sheets are hyperlinked):
The Heart/Jimmy/Vestal/The Moon - He/it
The Mind/Laplace/Al/Marsha/The Sun - He/she
The Soul/Mr. Capgras/Cotard/The Stars - He/it
Whole/Will/William Racheal McSprout - He/Him
Warnings for: alcohol, abuse of psychiatry, manipulation, suicide attempt, discussions of mortality, and mental health issues. Also very long post + not written in entirely complete/gramatically correct sentences (my futile attempt to keep things concise /lh.)
Without further ado…
-iSH/Ryan I Wonder (Outro from Wanhope)
Opening song! Cotard pondering. Going back and forth between hopeful/determined and tired/giving up. Remembers every time they’ve been through this before - hopes it will go better this time but is losing faith.
2012 (Intro to Warray)
Sorta like Mucka Blucka - each character introduces themselves + a bit of the dynamics are shown. Welcome to the loop and endless suffering, babyy!
I think of “2012” here referring to the past loops. Heart/Mind don’t remember them, but they heard (from Soul) the world would turn to hell! /ref 
“Did you lose yourself? It’s always in the last place that you’d check!” referring (mostly) to them splitting. “Losing” Wholeness. Do with that what you Will (ahahah)
The Song with Five Names, a​.​k​.​a. Soapbox Tao, a​.​k​.​a. Checkmate Atheists! a​.​k​.​a. Neospace Government, a​.​k​.​a. You Can Never Know
Similar to 2012 in the “introduction” sense. A little more of the trio each getting some time in the spotlight + sharing their thoughts.
“You can break a shovel when you break new ground, you dig dirt up when you dig deep down”--the more they try to form new solutions/the more times they split, the deeper they dig themselves into this metaphorical pit of dissonance.
Jimmy sings from the “sunshine is a gaslight” to “and that’s good enough to be not enough to be good enough for me!”, talking about Mind, accusing him of being fake and manipulative + claiming to be more capable and more deserving of power than her. 
Laplace’s Angel
Essentially Mind’s rebuttal to the last part of TSW5N. 
The trio are mostly equal at this point, but Laplace does have a bit more control than Jimmy.
This is essentially Laplace talking himself up + mocking Jimmy for lacking as much free will in this situation + expressing that if it were in her place, he would see her reasoning and do the same as she does.
Everything Is A Lot/Destroy To Enjoy
EiaL is mostly just Jimmy pondering/being generally unhappy. 
He comes to a decision. This is Marsha’s fault - he’s ruining them. He forces Whole to avoid doing the things he enjoys! (drinking, spending money, etc. - self destructive habits which are arguably fine in low doses but should be metered).
[Marsha keeping things under control is good, but he does so to an extreme–deprives Whole of breaks/other needs in the interest of “staying productive”/trying to reach arbitrary “perfections” (more money, more benefitting others, less enjoying life, less rest). Obligatory Nobody-here-is-the-“villian”-or-“hero”. They’re all flawed but ultimately trying to do what they think is best for Whole.]
Vestal resolves he needs to take charge.
Front Street
I imagine this song happening in a bar in Marybell. Jimmy is getting reckless and self destructive in the name of feeling “free”. Drinking excessively and smashing bottles and such. 
I’ve got the line “you say let loose, but you are lost” in my head as Marsha’s retort. Throughout the song as Jimmy tries to convince her and Cotard to “loosen up”, Marsha tries to express to him that this isn’t actually helping the Whole and is only hurting him (though the way he does so is fraught with resentment and only makes Jimmy want to ignore her).
Jimmy does not listen.
Memento Mori
Twist on the original. Instead of using inevitable death as a comfort/reason to enjoy life, Laplace is instead essentially saying “one day we’re all going to die, and with the way you’re doing things it’ll probably be your fault.”
[Laplace is making a decent point, but is largely using this as a way to put Jimmy down. More guilt-tripping/trying to emotionally manipulate him rather than actually properly communicating.]
Red Moon
Vestal singing to Cotard, trying to convince it to hand control over to him. 
“We walk the equator chasing the light” referring to the loops - they all go around in circles chasing the idea of being Whole, but it never stays and they’re stuck chasing.
Vestal says they’ll only be able to “turn around” (break the cycle) with a Red Moon (because like. Heart is moon and Soul is red yeah.)
This leaves Mr. Capgras progressively getting more annoyed/angry. He knows Vestal thinks it’s doing what’s best for William, but is also aware that it largely wants power and the ability to do what it wants with no oversight. He’s pissed that Jimmy thinks he could be manipulated so easily and is exhausted with both his and Marsha’s vies for power
[Capgras is also frightened of both of them, even if he doesn’t show it. He’s worried about Laplace working/depriving Will to death, and he’s worried about Jimmy getting too reckless and over-indulging to the point where it gets them all killed. While CCCC’s Soul prioritizes ending the loops by any means necessary, Cotard is a lot more concerned with keeping Whole alive, regardless of how many times they have to go through Cacophony/Warray to ensure that, and regardless of how much suffering they're in.]
Jimmy Mushrooms’ Last Drink: Bedtime in Wayne, NJ
Jimmy!! Is Not Happy with the trio’s situation, and Laplace/Cotard’s halfhearted attempts at convincing him to keep going (“Jimmy, you’re fine”/”keep trucking it’s all in your mind”) don’t help. 
Hitting a low point after a few days of self-destructive euphoria (see Front Street), and giving up on the idea that they could ever be whole. 
Will is driving home from the bar (yes, very drunk. Don't drink and drive /srs) and Jimmy decides to try and end all their suffering, attempting to take control of Will and crash the car (“gaining speed, wrapping trees”). 
BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA
[The crash didn’t work. Marsha jumped in, physically tearing Vestal away from the wheel.]
[Marsha generally presents himself as a sort of therapist/psychiatrist in occupation, though he has no one–aside from Jimmy who’s not paying for shit--to “treat”. Despite there being no real business, she has an office in Marybell and does extensive paperwork {which IS necessary because it gets Will to do his own work but that's a Whole Other Thing}. This is where Jimmy is locked in as both as punishment and a safety measure–equivalent of Apathy from CCCC. Room resembles the one at the end of the love me normally video.]
The first part of the song would be Laplace recounting “the Jimmy incident” (attempted crash). She goes on to basically torment Jimmy with overcomplicated medical terms and underhanded insults veiled by psychiatric jargon. She considers this both justified punishment, as well as the only way to get Vestal to improve or at the very least, cease to be a threat.
TLDR: Laplace maliciously and aggressively provides unhelpful psychiatric service to a very overwhelmed and trapped Jimmy.
Outliars and Hyppocrates: a fun fact about apples
Marsha is partially ranting about/mocking Vestal to Cotard, and partially continuing to mess with Jimmy to his face. “I doubt that you would even if you could change, the things that make you special are what make you strange!”
Mr. Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity: Tulpamancer’s Prosopagnosia​/​Pareidolia (As Direct Result of Trauma to the Fusiform Gyrus)
Soul steps in. Could be very literally breaking down the door to Jimmy’s therapy room and getting between the two. Up for interpretation!
Think “You seem to forget you answer to me…” in terms of the themes/vibes.
Dr. Sunshine is Dead
Mr. Capgras is tired of both H/M’s pathetic attempts at manipulation. He doesn’t want himself or Will to “be” either of them (“I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night”)
Being earnest and trying to explain how he feels + reflecting on the loops and his identity.
He ends the song essentially saying “I could run the Whole on my own, but I want to give you two a chance to reconcile. I’ll wait.” (“I will be my sunshine, I will be my moon at night, I'm nowhere now, here's no one now to be. And if dreams can come true, what does that say about nightmares? I'll stay awake tonight…”)
Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal, NY (Bones)
Vestal and Laplace take a shot at reconciliation. Jimmy starts by expressing how he feels and asking Mind to do the same - “show me your bones” and “Mind unweave again” as metaphors for opening up emotionally.
Love, Me Normally
And he does! Open up! Wow!
Marsha begins to genuinely share his emotions. He expresses fears about Jimmy/the dangers he puts them all in with its recklessness. Admits that he does wish he could “loosen up”/encourage Will to enjoy himself. However, Laplace feels Vestal does it to such an extreme that she needs to over-correct (depriving Will of his wants/needs to keep up appearances/focus on responsibilities).
Falling up
Think of this as a sort of Variations on a Cloud equivalent - one last song together before they become whole
I honestly don’t have a very thorough plan for this at the moment - might elaborate later
White Noise (Outro From Warray)
This is basically them combining. Some final contemplation/reflection from the three as separate entities, but it fades into Whole. Gonna leave this one mostly up for interpretation/to you all’s imagination.
Half Decade Hangover (Intro to Waltz)
Will is recovering from/sorry for what happened while he was split (though he doesn’t know that’s what it was, as he’s not aware of HMS. For him and everyone else in the “real world” it was just a general mental health episode). 
Honestly the meaning doesn’t change that much from the original :’)
…And If I Did, You Deserved It
Completely implausible. Chonny would never cover this one /silly
This would be the CJ version with some lyrics altered to make it less about dealing with “fame” and more about day-to-day relationships.
The Main Character
Possibly one of the most accurately reflective of Will’s personality. The perfect(ly dysfunctional) mix of self absorbed, self loathing, and self destructive.
Um, It’s Kind Of A Lot
Not gonna say this is canon, but I think it would be really funny to change it from being afraid to being pissed off at everything. “I love you so much, it scares me half to death makes me really fucking angry”
This would be about LI.
Against The Kitchen Floor
Mostly directed at LI + somewhat aimed at other people in his life.
He’s sorry! He promises he’s doing his best! He just. Hasn’t learned how to be human as you are yet. /lyr
Yeah I’m not even sure if I’d change any lyrics for this one. Meaning stays the same, man this guy sucks [/aff]
Willard!
Will finds and befriends a rat in his house during a depressive period. He names it Ben (Willard movie reference yayay), cleans it up, and essentially adopts it. Ben appears in Cotard's house after this. He takes care of him (w/ some help from Marsha/Jimmy) and his physical health reflects Will’s health. Very sweet.
Vampire Reference In A Minor Key
It’s Will about himself in relation to LI 👍(not much to say on this one lol)
Whiny Fuck William’s Woke Pie, Weasel, and American Cheese Emporium a.k.a. “Mr. Ben is in the Macca’s again” (Feat. Cheese by Tommy McMinchin) [From “W.F.W.’s WWA: getting auto-suplexed”]
Comedic relief?
Don't look too deep into it idk what the fuck I was doing either
Cicada Days (Outro from Waltz)
This is still a little about LI, but more significantly about Will spiraling again. Very seriously/literally “losing touch”. Things get better for a time, but he still hurts people. Thing’s might’ve been better for a time, but he’s still hurt. Thing’s can get better, but it will take a lot more to “fix” him, and that’s if “fixing” is even a possibility. 
Self- (Intro to Wanhope)
Hey I mean . at least Cotard is back?
Yeah. Timeloop. I’ll leave this one up to your imagination (for now, anyways :))
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6feathered6siren6 · 6 months ago
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Again & Again(Time loop reader part 5)
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Authors note: So my friend say I have to warn you about the angst at the end, this is mostly fluff as I promised but here it is! Anyway, the next part, this is the longest one so far! Enjoy!
P1, P2, P3, P4, P5(here)
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『01:13』
Japan was on your bucket list of places to go, especially for when you were with Misaki. In the first loop, sure, it became blurry, but the fun moments you had with them(Even if you were with Ronin), were a pin point for you. So visiting them was a thing for you to do, you also owed them something, so seeing her would be good. 
It was February, another month of love, but it felt normal to you after so many times experiencing it. You felt Misaki to pick a place to meet up and allow them to set up what you guys would do. Looking at the time at your watch, you saw it was reaching closer to noon. You have a feeling that she might be running late. Sighing with a smile on your face. You looked up at the tall buildings around, it’s vastly different from what you are used to. 
“I’m here! I’m here!” You know that voice, looking to see Misaki running towards you. Immediately embracing you into a hug. “You’re here! Like actually real! OH MY GOD! I’m really glad that you are here!” They let you go, staring at you with a wide smile. They grab your hand, “I got so many things planned for us. BUT!... Are you hungry? Because I am!” 
Allowing them to lead the way, you felt that sweet, loving feeling again. Sickly sweet. Take a breath, and just enjoy the moment. 
Misaki took you to a good cafe, the food was cute and decorated, and the desserts were delicious as well. Misaki took photos of you and the meal you guys had, sharing it with others on the server. And after leaving the cafe, she led you to an arcade. Immediately inside, they challenged you to get the most tickets. And being unfamiliar in an arcade, you felt the excitement fill you. 
Shooting basketballs and hoops, racing Misaki(which 3 wins, 5 loses), shooting digital guns(Misaki having experience shooting guns is cheating), air hockey, and some random games you find. But reaching a claw machine, seeing a black cat with a goofy face. It reminded you of a certain someone. 
Playing the game, and losing a couple times, you finally got it. It now holds into your hands. Hearing the goofball, you hid your new-found gift for them, and found them cheering as tickets poured out of a machine. Misaki won, but you didn’t mind. Just feeling so soft as the first time you fell in love with them, it was a moment that you would want to remember for a long time. 
Pooling the tickets, you guys got a few gifts, and Misaki got you a massive bear that was near black with red accents. Holding it in your arms, it was soft. You wished you could keep this through the loops, but knew you couldn’t, so you want to keep how it feels and everything to memory. Misaki got a matching bear with your favorite colors, naming it ‘Love bug’. 
Going to one more place, holding the bear in one arm and holding Misaki’s hand to the other. Misaki wanted photos with you, so heading to a photo booth, you guys took a few photos. Some that are cute, very couple poses, holding hearts between each other, and then some that were funny or goofy. Getting one each so both of you can remember this moment. 
It was time to head to Misaki’s place, it was getting closer to the sun setting as you both adventure to their place, holding their hand. It was a moment you were going to burn into your memory for a long time. She filled the silence with ramble about how the date was going, and even how they loved seeing you here with her.
Reaching to their place, placing the bears inside their place and heading onto the roof. Ending it off with stargazing. Your other gift lies right next to your bear and you would give it to them after you guys get in from the stars.  
A blanket and a few pillows around the both of you, them leaning against you as you look up to the stars with your arm around them. They giggled and talked about the stars, and you also did, naming them with them. 
Grabbing your attention when talking about a job, when she accidentally shook you when there was a shooting star. 
“Shooting star!” Pointing at it before looking at you. “Make a wish, hot stuff!” You felt like there were stars in their eyes but you did make a wish. 
To not be alone in these loops. And to stay with everyone. 
“Sooooo…” Misaki’s smile is almost like a chester grin. “What did you wish for?” 
“Can’t tell, or it won’t come true, Love.” Immediately, they groan. 
“Fun killer.” Moving their head away from you, looking back at the stars. Laughter escapes your lips as you saw her head turn away from you. 
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Getting inside from the cold air, grabbing the blankets and pillows. Before cuddling up together again, you gave them the cat plushie, encasing you into another hug. The red and black cat was now in Misaki’s hands.
“It’s so cute! Daw~, I love it so much! A mini me as a cat!” Their smile was worth the failures you had to endure to get it. “Misaki Junior shall be your name!” 
The date was nice, a different change in pace from dealing with the loops. Their head was on your chest, silently snoring away. You brushed a bit of their hair away. It was nice, not having to worry about Victim nor Creator. Maybe… you should take a few loops as a break.
『01:14』
It was finally time that Angel got a break, she was pretty stressed for the past week, and now she invited you to her apartment. The agreement was to go to her house, you had a gift in mind. Luckily, if you didn’t know something about her, Ronin can help.. Ish. But it was still useful, you know she would like it. 
You were holding the at home spa supplies and the gift. You were in front of her door, knocking it. It was a few moments before the life-like angel opened the door for you. 
“Come in! I got chocolate cooling on strawberries and hot chocolate warming up.” She leaves the door open as she walks away from it, leaving you to close it. Putting the spa supplies onto the counter, she softly hums as she also puts the freshly cooled chocolate covered strawberries. They looked amazing, not just the usual chocolate with dark chocolate sprinkled on, but like art, the white, milk, and dark was designed on each one. You could see the hard work she put in. About to grab one to try it, to just get your hand slapped. 
“Later.” She lightly glared as she pointed at you. Before giving her soft smile, grabbing the bags you brought and placing it onto the couch. Then seeing the gift bag. “Is this?” 
“I had Ronin help me with the fabric.” 
She laughed as she pulled it out. It was a blanket with two fabrics tied together, like those couples who made them on the short video app. Her side was a fluffy pink with white clouds on them tied with your fabric that complement it. She rubbed her hand over the fabric that Ronin helped you pick. She had an entirely soft smile that said it was a good gift to give. Something she could wrap around herself and remind her to take a moment to rest. “Thank you.” 
“Come on, we have a million step face cleaning process to do, Sweetheart.” You leaned your head on her shoulder with a grin, and she glared at you for saying her many step spa treating is long. But she’ll show you. 
Watching a movie with your head on her shoulder, munching on the strawberries with hot drinks nearby. Both face masks cover both of your faces, being careful not to mess it up as you eat. She hums to the musical notes to the movie as she paints your nails to her eye color, showing a way that you’re hers. A moment of sweetness. 
“What time is it, dear?” She softly asked as she didn't bother looking up from her painting your nails. You hummed in affirmation for her to continue. 
Looking over to your phone, “11:10… wait no, 11:11. Why?”
She smiled, looking up from your nails. “One, it’s getting late, so please stay here, I'd rather make sure you are safe. And make a wish! 11:11 is known for people to make a wish on.” 
You paused, before smiling. “Alright, done. And are you sure, I can go home.” 
“Stay, plus it allows me to make sure the face mask is on until a point.” She looked back down, finishing up the last nail.
‘I want someone to stay with me.’
『01:15』
Seeing the tall man looking at his phone, you rush towards him. “Sorry, I’m late, V.” Panting as you finally caught up to him. 
He smiled as he saw you, putting his phone into his pocket. “What caused the late arrival?”
“A kid got lost, so I helped them get to their mom.” You brushed off your clothing. 
He gave a small breathless snort, grabbing something out of your hair, a few pieces of dandelion fluff. “Were you wishing for something as well?” Let the dandelion fluff blow into the wind. 
You shook your head. “I wasn’t, but what’s on the agenda?” 
He started walking off, with you beside him, “An animal shelter, I hope you don’t mind also volunteering with me.”
You shook your head, “Nope. I don’t.” 
“That’s good, I’ve done my research with this shelter, this one is great, treating the animals correctly. And, I was able to volunteer for a day.” He walked beside you, glancing your way a few times. But V was good at looking into things, well, except for finding if you were a killer in a past loop, which luckily, no blood was split in this loop. 
At the animal shelter, they housed not just the normal cat and dogs, but other animals, you see ducks, birds, and hamsters. There is probably more there. You were holding a cat, covered in white fur with bright blue eyes. Petting the cat that rests in your lap, as you look up, you see V talking to the owner of the shelter, he sent you to pet the cats. 
From the way he was gesturing and sent you away, it might be business. Distracting yourself with the cat in your lap, maybe… maybe getting an animal when all these loops seem like a good idea. 
Moving on to the bird room, after he finished whatever it was, you had a couple around you, a few white doves, and other birds with species you can’t remember. You have two on your arms as another on your head, while there were several on V, he was loved by the birds here. 
The doves in your hands hopped off back on to their branches as well as a few others as other volunteers started to pour bird seeds. V, with a few feathers on them, started to walk over to you. 
“If there was an animal you would take care of, what would it be, Love?” He said as he placed his hand on your back, gently pushing you to another room. 
“An animal?” You softly hummed to yourself as you pondered. In a past loop, when you were with V, he brought a cat service animal to his place. So maybe that. “A cat?” 
He gave a soft smile, “A cat? They are quite entertaining and do offer good companionship when you get through their tough shells.”
“Like Ronin?” His smile dropped as he rolled his eyes. Making you laugh, “Sorry, sorry. Too good to pass up.”
Shaking his head, he opens the door for you and leads you out of the bird room. “Well, let’s not mention that cretin name during our date. On another note, let’s go to one more animal room then head to my dwelling.” 
Keeping the smile, you nod. 
He adopted a stray from the shelter, from what the paper you read. The pup was kept in a fighting ring before he was saved. And now’s V’s dog. V has challenged you to name the pup, you have a bird named after you by V. What would you name the pup… The fur on the pup was near white, a near snow color. Snow… Lumi? Looking into the light blue eyes that belong to the dog. Lumi. 
“Lumi,” You said as you pet the dog’s head, smiling. V smiled as he continued to carry the dog to his place.
『01:16』
Ronin has picked out a date for the both of you, an adventuring one. Exploring abandoned buildings. He gave you no notice, just to go to a place and wait for him there. Of course, he made sure you didn’t know what place he picked except for a location to be picked up. A car honks at you and you see Ronin in the driver seat. He just kept pushing at it, it was near midnight. 
Running over and opening the passenger door, “SHUSH! People are sleeping nearby!” He took his hand off as you sat down. 
“Had to make you run faster, time wasting, Darlin’.” As you put your seatbelt on he started driving. “I got a place we can look into. A grant adventure. And it’s haunted.” 
You took a breath in, great, this should be fun. 
“And surely, some gruesome inspiration for you as well.” He had one hand on the wheel the other on his door rest, keeping his eyes on the road, it was a cloudy night as well. 
The car ride was quiet, leaving you to stare at the scenery passing by, finally reaching your designation. He opens his door, after parking the car, you get out a moment after. Looking around, the building around looks run down, and oldish. The windows were broken and graffiti was covering the walls. 
Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, “Well, come on, we got places to see, and ghost stories to find.” Pulling you with him, walking in the ruined build was interesting. 
The building looks run down, wallpaper was ripping, ceiling looks like it’s falling down, and… was that a rat? Ew. You heard laughter for your disgusted face. He continued to pull you further into the building, the male grinned as he looked around. 
The building was just a run down warehouse. So boxes were everywhere, same as what they seem to sell… You crouched down and picked up what seems to be… a pop-can, dusting what you can, it used to be some canned meat. Feeling grossed out a bit, you let it drop, and walked next to Ronin as he stared at the metal that seemed like it dropped a while ago. 
“Do you think someone died there?” He pointed at the metal. 
“Really, Ronin?” You raised your eyebrow at him. 
“What? Just think about, Darlin’, a perfect murder that anyone can get away from.” He messed up your hair as he started walking away from the crashed metal. 
Again, following him to what seemed to be a basement, the both of you pulled out your phones, flashing light against the stairs. Ronin made you go first, so feeling the adrenaline dread fill your veins. Finally, reaching the basement, the lightbulbs were smashed, so glass was in certain areas that you could avoid. 
Cardboard was everywhere, ripped and dirty boxes were making walking hard. Ronin was nearby, when you heard something rumble. You pause, flashing your light at the direction of the noise. Taking a step forward, it was a bit louder, catching Ronin's attention now. Itching closer, something jumped out, freaking you out. Making you unbalanced, luckily, Ronin made sure you didn’t fall. Catching you with that smirk, one that screams he was enjoying this. 
Looking at what jumped it was a cat. Leaving Ronin laughing, “Aw, got scared by a kitty cat.” 
Getting off of his arms, and brushing yourself off, “You’re a cat!” Picking up your fallen phone, no cracks luckily, and glared at the wine red haired male. Leaving him to laugh again. 
After walking around the warehouse, there was no ghost, just destroyed rumble and stray animals. Ronin got bored and wanted to head to his place, after all he did promise to play on his gameboy with you. 
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Something was off, even after joining the server, something was off. Something makes your hair stand up. Something drastic, right? 
Ronin was looking at you differently, like he was thinking deeply. 
He invited you into a call while you were preparing your dinner. Talking about murder, well, until you said something that happened a bit into the future, without realizing it. 
His end was silent. 
“Ronin?” You asked, you stared at your phone. “Are you good?” 
“Darlin’, what do you think about abandoned buildings?” He said, like he was thinking. But that was the last loop date with him… 
“It’s something, why?”
“Afraid of cats? Jumping out?” You paused. Did… is he… 
“Ronin…” 
“You know my last name, don’t you?” His voice was a bit deeper. 
“I do.” 
It was silent before laughter. “This has to be fucking magic. Damn, fucking deja vu.” 
“That I… still don’t know about.” You placed your cooking instrument down.
Ronin has joined the party. The fucked up cycle of Time loops. And it’s the first reset he’s enduring. You know there is going to be so much more for him.
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Author's note: So about that poll, how we feeling? :)
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dai-mondai · 5 months ago
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The Yunos and their dates
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Here's I'm going to dicuss each Yuno and what I think happened in each of the dates she went on
This post will only cover the non-leads (Green, Ribbon and Heart), I'll do another post covering the main two.
Before I dive in though I want to establish a couple things.
One, I am assuming each of them are with a different client. This is because of this question and answer.
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Since she's wearing different clothes and hair in each of these setting I'm assume first that the cilents are different, unless there's something that supports otherwise.
Two, I'm going to colour code and refer to them as the following
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Umbilical - School Uniform Yuno
TearDrop - Lingerie Outfit Yuno
Heart - Karaoke Yuno
Ribbons - Car Yuno
Green - Skyview Yuno
And three, have fun! This, like many of my posts, are to gather my thoughts about these characters.
First let's talk about Green.
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"Where'd you get your half-baked sense of justice"
There's not as much that I can say on her but we can infer her date from these three images.
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“Good morning” “Good night”
Together they're on a very high floor enjoying the view. Maybe the top of an apartment? It looks to be around mid-day with how bright the sky is. How many stairs would she have to climb? She's always the third one on the spiral staircase.
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"Just me alone, the warmth starts fading away / Just me alone, it really is lonely. Let’s reload the warmth"
Though never the highest.
Anyways, she looks a bit bored on the staircases, at least the view is nice. There's nothing noticeable on the client's stairacse. Perhaps there's not much to them.
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"Even this makes you happy right?"
Late into the evening, they're having a drink. Though it doesn't look like she has touched her drink, and there looks to be a small desert on the left? So this probably isn't dinner or anything.
This is a new floor, lower than the previous one, the buildings look closer and the design of the windows are different. The view is great, you can see Toyko Tower! The client has a very nice place, assuming it's the clients place.
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"The episode reloading on an endless loop"
Or maybe not.
Look at Tokyo Tower, we could only see the top of it before, now it's more eye level. And now the windows go all the way to the floor! Is Green and her client checking out every floor of this building? What is this building anyways?
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Huh, The Prince Park Tower Tokyo? It's the only one nearby that's tall enough with a similar roof I believe.
Which means first they were at the top of the building for sight seeing, then probably enjoying one of its many lounges for the evening. Most likely the STELLAR GARDEN Sky Lounge with it's view and it be very close.
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And then ended the night in one of it's guest rooms.
“Good morning” “Good night”
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Mostly one like the Panormic King Room with it's tall windows, but perhaps any Panormic Room.
Assuming the Client isn't a member, booking a room like that for a nigth ranges from ¥80-¥100 000 for the night.
So let's say it's ¥90 000, that would make it around AUD$947.72 (or USD$594.50)! And that may not be covering the lounge!
Her client was determined I'll say. I'd think he may be cheating, taking her to a hotel. And she probably knew this.
"Even this makes you happy right?"
But let's recap the date. They both arrive at The Prince Park Tower Toyko, early on they go to the top of the building to enjoy the view, that Green enjoyed enough to highlight, then they shared an evening in the Sky Lounge. Afterwards they hed to their Guest Room for the night. Maybe have breakfast in the morning depending if the client booked with provided breakfast.
And that's that? Seems like it! Though I could speculate on the client.
One, possibly a repeat client.
"The episode reloading on an endless loop"
Two, this client may be cheating with the lengths they went to be private, or they just wanted a very nice night (doubt). But yeah, she's calling out someone's sense of justice and it's not just Es/Audience.
That's all I do for Green for now.
Next on the list?
Let's do Ribbons.
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"I'm the one who chose, let you and you and you all in"
Now she's a bit more interesting. Let's see what's up.
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Also Minigram Ribbon!
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"I want to be with you as many times as I can"
Alright, no leading on this time. She's likely in Yokohama as you can see Tokohama Cosmo World in the background.
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I think the view is Minato No.1 Bridge, due to the railings, which is part of Kishamichi Promenade, a waterfront walkway that has an old railway inbedded in it. It's considered a Historic Walking Area.
Her and her client went on a walk in Kishamichi Promenade. Neat. So this client is more of a sight seerer.
It's very bright out, so I'll say around mid day again.
Also before I forget.
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"Let's reload the warmth / The lies are endless"
She goes from being the highest on the staircase to the second lowest. And there's shoes, big bag and a present on the client's stairs. Also the order of images goes from her picture being shown last, to first, first and first again. She seems important.
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"That is probably an amazing thing"
She doesn't seem too happy. But it's amazing, probably.
Next we see her, she's in a car. Looks comfortable? If the client is a sightseerer then they need a way to get around. I'll assume it's the client's car.
We see her with a B-MOOE bag that she didn't have before, maybe it's the client's? Though it isn't on the staircase at all. It's odd to say the least. I'm not sure what B-MOOE would be in reference to.
She also has a drink as well in a clear cup and straw. So they went out for drinks.
It's bright out so it's still daytime.
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Desire, bestow, and desire again
She appears tired.
Her skirt is askewed. She finished her drink in the cupholder and is now drinking bottled water(?). The bag is gone. Still in the car, chair now reeled back. But now it's late. This is probably after having sex with her client.
So recap: They go to Kishamichi Promenade and walk on the Minato No. 1 Bridge. Then they get into the car, at some point get drinks, and spend the night in the car.
The client, eh, maybe not be in the car for so much of it? I don't think she's the biggest fan of this client either. But maybe that's just my likes and dislikes.
Now there is a reason I called her Ribbon, as her hair has the same yellow ribbons as the balloon.
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And this means the baby, represented by the balloon, is mostly likely Ribbon's Client.
Unfortunate for Yuno, as that wasn't whose baby she wanted
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She eyes for the Red Ribbon. She wanted to have Heart's Client baby.
Though she most likely only learnt this after conception.
Which brings us to Heart.
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"Happy or sad? Why decide?"
This one will be fun.
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What day is it tomorrow?
Now who's that in the background? It's Hachiko!
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In Shibuya, Tokyo, Hachiko is considered a must see Statue in Toyko.
Its of a faithful akito dog, who waits for his owner 9 years after his death. Very devoted.
A part of me wonders if Heart wanted to see the statue a lot too, after all she likes dogs.
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In any case, she seems to be enjoying herself.
I should mention her stairs too.
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"Just the two of us, I feel a little tingle inside / Just the two of us, I finally found it"
Just the two of them
She's at the bottom of both staircases, the most grounded. She goes from looking straightforward to happy. A lot of stuff on the client side. More gifts I believe.
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"I know you will respond that way"
They're doing karaoke! Isn't that fun. Hey wait.
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Hey Yuno likes Karaoke! Dogs and Karaoke, seems like a pretty great date.
Though unsure where exactly they're doing the karaoke. In Shibuya likely, it seems to have quite a few karaoke bars, though I don't have enough to figure out if it's a specific bar.
Also her bag is gone, might as well take it off.
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"The fading warmth makes me anxious again. Tear drops succumb and fall"
Still in the Karaoke booth. Vampire playing in the background. The fact that Vampire is associated specifically with this Yuno and Client is pretty forward. Especially in the middle of it.
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Wonder why she would kill this client when it seemed like they were having such a good time. Even seemed like she wanted to have their child. She took the time to put everything back on and do her hair afterwards.
Huh who said that.
Anyways recap of Heart and her client. They went to Shibuya, saw Hachiko, did karaoke and nothing else happened at all. Completely normal day.
So that is what I think how Green, Ribbon and Heart's dates went, aswell as some random stuff about them. All very interesting and different days. I'll talk about the other Yunos at a later date. Maybe.
Hope you enjoyed <3 I'm so tired (eepy)
English Translations from MILGRAM Wiki
Yuno's First Trial Interrogration Questions - Milgram Fancult (Nyanko) (Marshmallow-qa)
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justagalwhowrites · 1 year ago
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TikTok Trend
Beautiful decides to take part in a TikTok Trend with Joel. A New in Town drabble.
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^We're borrowing Mr. Ben for a late-40s Joel, OK? I desperately need more gifs of Pedro's Joel from that era, I'm too reliant on other characters and actual Pedro gifs for these fics GIVE ME SOMETHING PLEASE
Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader from New in Town
Warnings: Not much! Age gap but not the focus of the fic (reader is 36, Joel is 48). No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only.
Length: 1.4k
A/N: I got stuck thinking earlier how Joel would react to the "call your boyfriend your husband" trend and this is how I think it'd go. This is set about 3 months before the last chapter of New in Town. This can be read as a stand alone fic with the understanding that reader is Sarah's best friend and Joel and Reader have an established relationship of about a year.
“So what’s this for again?” Joel asked as he sat down at the picnic table in the park. 
“It’s a TikTok challenge,” you said, settling in beside him. Joel opened the paper bag the two of you had just gotten from a food truck and started taking out the tacos, putting some in front of you and him. 
“Right,” he said. “And… I’m sorry, baby, but what’s the point?” 
You laughed as you set your phone against your water bottle so it was propped up and ready to film. 
“There isn’t really one, I guess,” you said. “It’s just a fun little video you make and then share. Those interns I have until May are all about it, they were showing me some of theirs the other day. Figure if I work in marketing, I gotta keep up with the trends!” 
Joel smiled a little. 
“So this is the kind of shit Sarah does, huh?” 
“Yeah, she does,” you laughed again. “Her and the interns made one for the company social page the other day, actually.” 
“Can I see?” He asked, interest suddenly piqued. 
“Sure,” you picked your phone back up and found your company’s TikTok, scrolling to the video and handing it off to Joel. 
“We work in marketing, of course we over analyze every ad we see,” Sarah said through your phone, a small smile on Joel’s face as he watched. 
It made you smile, too. One of the fun parts about being in the strange middle ground between your boyfriend’s and best friend’s ages was serving as a bit of a translator between them. Joel still didn’t quite get TikTok. Sarah didn’t understand why her dad refused to go all in on streaming and still had cable. You, at least, could see both sides. 
But this TikTok effort had nothing to do with Sarah. You did try to keep up with the trends on social media to better craft campaigns and content - capitalizing on trends meant that you had to move quick and you couldn’t afford to be out of touch - but your personal TikTok account was mostly empty. It was pretty private, anyway, shared with only a few close friends like Sarah and Maria. All it had were a few reposts of things you liked, some montages of video snippets from you and Joel’s first vacation together, that sort of thing. 
“You should do some of the trends!” Jason, one of your interns, said earlier that day. 
“Just being in the loop on trends is plenty for me,” you waved him off but smiled. “I don’t need to participate.” 
“But it’s fun!” Kenzie, your other intern said. “They’re not all dances and stuff, you know…” 
“I know,” you said. “But it’s just not what I want to spend a lot of time doing is all.” 
“Some don’t take much time,” she said, opening her phone and scrolling for a second. “Here, this one’s easy. You said you have a boyfriend, right?” 
“I do…” 
“Cool,” she said. “So all you do is record yourself making a video where you call your boyfriend your husband, just to see how he reacts. No crazy edits or anything, it’s super easy.” 
You caved after some light convincing and came up with a plan to get Joel in front of the camera. You told him it was a spicy food challenge, just to see which of you handled the heat better and, while you knew he wouldn’t really get the point, you knew he’d be supportive. He always was. 
But there was something about this trend in particular that made you a little nervous. It’s not like the two of you hadn’t discussed marriage. You’d been together a year now, you’d just moved into his house. It had definitely come up. But it had come up in the way that far off things do, something that might happen some day if things fell into place in just the right way. You didn’t want to push it, didn’t want him to feel rushed or obligated, especially since you’d only been cohabitating about a month. Bringing up marriage - even like this - made you nervous. 
“OK I think I get it,” Joel handed you your phone back after watching Sarah’s video twice. “But we’re not doin’ that same thing, right?” 
“Nope,” you said. “We’re going to see who handles the spice better.” 
“Think we both know which one of us is gonna win that one, Beautiful,” he teased, nuzzling his nose against your temple before kissing your cheek. “Us southern men are made of sterner stuff…” 
“Yeah yeah,” you rolled your eyes but smiled, leaning close to him. “We’ll just see about that.” 
You set your phone up to record again, propping it against your water bottle. 
“Here, you gotta get in close because the TikTok format is vertical,” you said and Joel adjusted so you were half beside and half in front of him, his arm going around your waist, hand finding your hip, thumb slipping up below your shirt to find your bare flesh above the band of your pants and brushing you slowly, sensually there. You gave him a look. 
“What?” He asked, brows raised, smile barely contained. 
“Don’t act all innocent,” you shook your head. “You know exactly what you’re doing…” 
“C’mon,” he said. “Let’s make your little TikTik video…” 
“TikTok,” you rolled your eyes but adjusted yourself, your heart pounding. 
“Whatever the kids are using now,” he said. “Because the sooner we’re done the sooner I can get you home…” 
“Alright, I’m going to record,” you cut him off. “Behave yourself!” 
“Always do, Beautiful.” 
You rolled your eyes again but took a deep breath, leaned forward and pressed record. 
“Hi everyone,” you smiled, watching the recording of you and Joel as it was made on the screen. “I’m here with my husband and we’re going to do the spicy food challenge…”
“Your what?” He cut you off and you turned so you could see him a little better. 
“What?” 
“Did…” he paused, looking at you like he wasn’t sure if you were losing it or he was. You weren’t sure if that was good or bad. “Did you just call me your husband?” 
“Yeah,” you shrugged, turning back to the camera. “Anyway, my husband and I both really love spicy food and…” 
You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence. Joel grabbed your chin almost roughly, pulling you around to face him and all but crushed his lips against yours, clutching you close, kissing you deep and hard, like he couldn’t get enough of you. When he finally let you go, you looked at him and laughed a little, watching him. 
“What was that for?” You asked. 
“You wanna call me your husband?” He asked, a serious look on his face. “Beautiful, we will go to the courthouse right this damn second, don’t tempt me…” 
“Joel, it’s 7 p.m.,” you laughed. “The courthouse is closed.” 
“Don’t care,” he said, giving you a quicker kiss this time. “C’mon, we’ll grab Sarah on the way, see if Tommy wants to meet us…” 
“That’s all it takes, hm?” You teased, heart pounding but for a good reason now. “Just me slipping up and calling you my husband and you’re ready to run down the aisle?” 
“Baby, I’ve been ready to run down the aisle for about a year,” he pressed his forehead to yours. “Just been waitin’ on you to catch up.” 
“Well,” you kissed him softly. “I’m more than caught up. But think I’m still gonna make you ask.” 
“Good luck stopping me,” he said, kissing you again, longer this time, needier, until you pulled away with a groan. “Forget this food challenge, I gotta get you home and devour you. Let’s go, wife.” 
You laughed and stopped the recording on your phone, saving the video to drafts as Joel gathered up the food. You made the mental note to edit out that last part before posting, no need for the interns or Sarah to know quite that much about your sex life. 
“Sorry for ruining your little video,” he said as you started back toward the car. “We can try again later, promise to actually behave myself then…” 
“That’s alright,” you smiled, lacing your fingers with his. “I already got everything I need.”
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pumpkinheadspacestation · 1 year ago
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Agere Age Guide
2 years version
Hello, pumpkins! This is the second post in a thread of posts I'm making! You can find the first post here, I accidentally posted it to my alt account but the rest of the posts will be posted on this page. I also want to preface this by saying that not everything I'm saying here is going to apply to everyone and each and every person who regresses or dreams will follow these traits and stuff!
Okay, now to the post!
Traits and Behaviors!
☠︎︎This is about the time that babies start to get up and play around, small jumps, walking, bouncing and maybe even some small sprints
☠︎︎Babies this age are starting to like playing with other babies and parallel play could be really fun at this age, they may have trouble sharing though so make sure to have enough eye grabbing toys for all the babies
☠︎︎This is also the age where babies may start to throw more tantrums and have bigger feeling, they naturally want to test the boundaries at this age and they don't like being told no. They're also going to be a bit more bossy and want their way.
☠︎︎Since this is the time they're starting to have bigger mood swings and test the boundaries, that may result in having big reactions which may be aggressive, they may hit, yell, throw tantrums or even hurt themselves to try and cope with their big emotions
☠︎︎They may mostly use hand gestures but they're starting to babble a lot more and mimic language
Activities to do With Your Baby
☠︎︎This is a great age to play a lot of simple puzzle games and games to practice motor skills, patty cake is a great game to play with your baby and so is playing with toys like stacking blocks and ring-stack toys
☠︎︎Pretend play, these babies are growing up fast! They want to be just like cg. Playing dolls and stuffed animals, putting them to bed and feeding them is a great way to spend time with your baby
☠︎︎This is a great time for parallel play, though babies won't always feel interested or know how to play together, they still love to interact with each other and play together to some degree and parallel play is a great fun for babies this age
☠︎︎New textures and sounds are extremely interesting to babies in their two's! Playing with new textures like sand, slime, dirt and more can be super fun for these babies!
Foods and Recipes
These tinies are starting their food journey, they're starting to upgrade from baby foods and apple sauce to solid fruits and hard cereals!
This is one of those things that's very individualized to each regressor! I can tell you what this age range usually likes to snack on but you should ask your tiny what they like either way.
☠︎︎String cheese and yogurts
☠︎︎Cut up fresh fruits
☠︎︎Dry cereals like honey nut Cheerios and fruit loops
☠︎︎Oatmeal
☠︎︎Eggs and tasty proteins
Babies in their two's are starting their palate expanding journey, usually it's best to stay away from super strong flavors and stick to mild and bland flavors. Younger taste buds are much stronger than adult taste buds so when your regressor was a bio baby, they most-likely had blander foods so giving them some mild and bland snacks can be a comforting factor t their baby space
Shows and Movies
Again, this is one of those things that are super individualized to each and every baby! So still be sure to ask your baby what they like to watch either way! Some shows and movies two-year-olds like to watch are
☠︎︎Doc Mc Stuffins
☠︎︎Bluey
☠︎︎Storybots
☠︎︎Bubble Guppies
☠︎︎Octonauts
☠︎︎Peppa pig
☠︎︎Pete the cat
☠︎︎Mickey mouse
☠︎︎Disney movies are super great for babies this age two, the vibrant colors and animated voices are sure to keep their attention. Though with some discourse involving Disney has come up, I know a lot of people have stopped using Disney plus. You can still find some amazing shows and mov.ies on places like Netflix, Pbs kids, nickelodeon, and more!
Potty Time for the Terrible Twos
Generally, kiddos are using the potty on their own anywhere from 1.5 - 3 years old but that doesn't mean that kiddos older or younger may deviate from that. There's good info Here about how to properly diaper someone and what products to use
This is also a great video on how to diaper yourself if you're a baby who does their own diapy changes.
Know Your Baby
You're going to want to know and talk to your regressor before they regress with you! The only way you'll be happy with each other is talking about boundaries and the best way to cat or to each other's needs beforehand. Having the awkward conversations are hard but necessary
I hope this helped! Like I said before, not all these things will apply to all regressors in the 2 year range. If you have any questions, go ahead and feel free to drop a comment or shoot me a message
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magicandpizza · 10 months ago
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19 👀👀 I feel like it can go any direction and I am excited to see which direction you take it in
Hello! There was only one possible direction for me :D
19. “You’re pretty.” “You’re drunk.”
A rare night off finds Jesper and Wylan making the trip from the Geldstraat to the Crow Club to enjoy a few drinks with some of the other Dregs. 
Inej is in town again, and Jesper quickly loses his merchling to her and Nina, the three of them huddled together on their own little table, sharing a pitcher of something an alarming shade of pink.
“Fold,” Jesper says, chucking his cards onto the table in front of him. He’s not gambling, not with money anyway. Kaz would never let him for a start, and the Dregs know better than to tempt him. Instead they’re playing with expensive honey candies that Anika acquired. 
The game ends and Jesper collects his winnings, heading to the bar in search of another drink. He finds Kaz there, ostensibly keeping an eye on everything, but mostly just staring at Inej. 
“Happy she’s back?” Jesper asks and receives a scowl in response. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 
“Your boyfriend is hammered,” Kaz says, eyes flitting over to Wylan as he woozily stands up from the table along with Nina, the pair of them heading towards the bar. 
“So? He’s having a nice time.”
“If he throws up on my floor, you’re cleaning it.”
Jesper rolls his eyes, looping an arm around Wylan’s waist once he gets close enough and tugging him in against his side. His cheeks are flushed almost the same colour as the mysterious cocktail he’d been drinking, and Nina isn’t faring much better. Nevertheless, he hears her order another pitcher of their drink.
“Hello, darling. Are you having fun?” Jesper asks, pressing a kiss to Wylan’s rosy and warm cheeks.
Leaning heavily on Jesper’s arm, Wylan tips his head back to gaze up at him, expression adoring. “You’re pretty,” he says, a sappy smile plastered on his face.
Jesper laughs, fond. “You’re so drunk, Wy. What have you been drinking?” 
Shrugging, Wylan says, “I don’t know, but it tastes good.” He leans in closer, a little unsteady on his feet, and presses his face into the hollow of Jesper’s throat. His next words come out a little mumbled. “You wanna know a secret? I’m gonna marry you one day.”
Heart fluttering, Jesper can only say, “Yeah?”
“Mhmm,” Wylan hums, apparently unaware of the life-altering news he’s just dropped. “Not just yet though, gotta wait for the right time.”  
“Right,” Jesper murmurs, brain stuck on a loop of Wylan wants to marry me.
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