#but now that i have the hours and the pay i need i feel like it's a huge struggle to do the things that i want

[blushweddinggowns]

Eddie was wide awake for the fourth night in a row while Steve’s voice streamed through the walls. Every passing second had his pathetic crush on the man dissolving more and more. The last bastion between Steve and Eddie telling him to fuck off. 

It took one last laugh for him to finally snap. He couldn’t take it for another second. He threw the covers back, marching out of his room to start pounding at Steve’s door.

He didn’t have to wait long. He could hear Steve scramble to open the door, tripping over himself before finally getting it open.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked immediately, clearly concerned, “Are you okay?”

The reaction took Eddie aback. He didn’t- how did he not know what he was here for? 

Eddie barrelled right past it, his anger winning over his confusion, “Dude, you gotta shut the fuck up at night.”

Steve frowned at him, “What?”

��You gotta shut the fuck up at night,” Eddie repeated, crossing his arms over his chest. If he wanted to fight with him on this, Eddie was more than ready to play ball, “I can hear every goddamn word and I’m sick of it.”

Steve’s eyes widened, a blush crawling up his neck as he tried to stutter, “I-I-I didn’t-”

Whatever reaction Eddie had been expecting, it wasn’t this. But now that he started, he couldn’t stop. His brain refusing to catch up with the expression on Steve’s face, “And the showers at thee something? That’s gotta stop too. Can you not hear yourself? What’s your problem?”

“I-I didn’t think you could hear me!” Steve stuttered out, “I didn’t- oh god, you could hear everything?”

“Everything,” Eddie confirmed, his anger slowing down at Steve’s panic, “It’s not like I can recite your conversations but it’s enough to make sure I can’t fucking sleep.”

He could see Steve visibly relax at his words. Which was… suspicious. Maybe he should have been listening in at night instead of seething from exhaustion. 

Steve ran a hand through his hair, “I didn’t- I could never hear you! So I thought that you wouldn’t be able to hear me. I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, so am I,” Eddie sighed, “What? You’ve never had shitty walls before?”

“Not for this price,” Steve shrugged, cringing at the look Eddie gave him, “Not that I’m complaining! You didn’t design the building.”

He looked sincere but Eddie’s lack of sleep had his filter evaporating. He pinched the bridge of his nose, hating that he was about to go full RA. But this wasn’t going to happen for another night, “So who keeps you up all night anyway?”

“It’s my job!” Steve rushed out to say, “And my best friend. She’s studying in France and we’re obsessed with each other. It’s the only time our schedules line up to talk. I didn’t even realize how loud I was being.” 

Great. Now Eddie was starting to feel bad. But he wasn’t ready to admit it yet, “You really didn’t know how loud the shower is? Don’t you hear that shit in the morning?”

Steve shrugged, “I’m a heavy sleeper.”

“Is your job like, sweat-inducing?” Eddie tried, “Or can a shower wait until before work?”

“The former,” Steve said quietly, shifting foot to foot, “It’s… a lot of movement.”

Eddie squinted at him, confused at what that could mean. Until it hit him. The cash, the late hours, his stupidly pretty face. The question spilled out of Eddie’s mouth before he could stop it, “You’re a stripper?”

Steve cringed at the wording, crossing his arms over his chest, “I’m a dancer.”

“At a strip club?”

“At a gay club,” Steve mumbled, clearly getting more uncomfortable by the second. 

Eddie didn’t notice. Too shocked at what he’d heard. He felt like his world had just been flipped on its head. Steve wasn’t supposed to- he wasn’t an option. Right?

“I didn’t think you were the gay for pay type,” Eddie said dumbly, cringing at the glare that earned him. Holy fuck he needed some sleep. Or a muzzle.

Steve stood a little straighter, his embarrassment replaced with an anger Eddie wasn’t prepared for, “First of all, I don’t fuck for money. Secondly, I’m not straight. I didn’t think that was something you’d have a problem with.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Eddie was fucking this up something fierce, gaping at Steve like a fish. He hadn’t been ready for him to turn the tables like this. He was supposed to be the dick here, not the other way around. 

Steve stared at him, clearly unimpressed with his lack of response, “Is that it? Because I’d like this conversation to be over now. Good night.”

from the first chapter of this fic (my holiday exchange fic! To be completed by the 14th deadline but I wanted to start posting whilst in the editing phase!)

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[joeyspuckbunny]

୨୧ ‧₊˚ long day - j. woll ˚₊‧ ୨୧

pairing: j. woll x fem!reader summary: Y/N is exhausted and Joesph hasn't really noticed until she breaks down after a long day. request: Can I request?? Joesph Woll (my one true love) with reader maybe something along the lines of ‘you look after everyone else but who looks after you’ like super soft ?! I can’t write but I NEED this please, of course only if you are up for it🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 word count: 1078 warning(s): FLUFF, established relationship, joe being oblivious, not proof read notes: my first request !! i know exactly how reader feels rn. finals are kicking my ass. this is not crazy long because i'm still learning to write long fics but i really hope you enjoy it !! xoxo

Joe's keys jingle as he unlocks the door to your shared condo. He kicks off his sneakers and drops his gym bag on the ground.

"Hey, baby, I'm home!" he raises his voice so you can hear him from another room. There's no response. Weird, normally you are working in the kitchen or taking a nap by the time he gets home from practice. The TV in the living room is off and the condo is eerily silent.

Making his way down the hallway towards your bedroom, he opens the door. The bed is made and your purse, keys and phone are gone from their usual spot on the nightside table. Joe furrows his brow in confusion and walks back into the main area of the house. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and sees a missed call from you, but only one. And no texts.

Wandering into the kitchen, he sees a sticky note on the fridge. Joe takes it off and reads it.

Got called into work. See you at 9:00.

9:00? It's only 5:00 right now. He pulls out his phone and opens your chat.

Sorry about work, sweetheart. See you when you get home.

He sighs. You weren't scheduled to work today. You weren't even supposed to be called in today. He rubs his eyes and yawns. Five hour practice has him wiped. He'll just watch Seinfeld and wait for you to get home, he decides. Then you can both eat together and go to bed.

"Ow, fuck!"

Joe eyes open fast. He jerks awake and almost falls off the couch. He blinks a few times and turns over on his back.

"Joeeeee!!"

He jumps slightly again. You make your way into the living room, "Why are your shoes and bag just in the middle of the floor? I just tripped on them". You look at him with your mouth slightly open, emphasizing you shock.

"Sorry, baby, I-". "Whatever, I'm going to bed" you walk towards your bedroom and close the door hard. You change quickly into more comfortable clothes before Joe walks in.

"How was your day?" he asks, coming over to sit on the side of the bed with you. "Long," you reply, not looking up from your bag as you rummage around, searching for a hair slip. Joe chuckles, "I assumed so, but that's not what I asked. How was your day? What did you do?".

You look up at him and he notices tears swelling in your eyes. "Can I have a hug?" you ask softly. He nods, "Of course". Immediately, your arms wrap around his waist and he can hear soft sobs coming from where your head is buried in his chest.

"Y/N, is everything ok?"

You lift your head and look at him. You nod slowly, a single tear falling from your left eye. Joe moves his thumb to wipe it away and you sniffle.

"Don't lie to me, love. You know that doesn't work."

As if on cue, you start sobbing once more. "Today was so hard, Joey. I have exams coming up and I have barely studied. I was called into work because Jessica called in sick and we are short staffed. Even though I told my boss I couldn't come in, he insisted. He said he'd pay me time and a half but it wasn't worth it.". You pause and inhale deeply, then continue, "Jessica has done none of her work for an article due for publishing in two days, so I basically edited the whole thing. And then on the way home, my sister called and said she needs us to watch the boys next week while she and her husband go to Seattle. We don't have space for them, Joe. But, of course, my mom can't because she is off in Europe for 6 weeks. So, who else will they go to? An orphanage? No, they will come live in our not baby proofed one bedroom condo for 4 days".

By this point you have stopped crying as much and are more in a rant of rage than anything. Joe sits quietly with his hand on your back, feeling your heartbeat. He listens. Normally, you are a ray of sunshine. So peaceful and bright. However, right now, you seem more like a bridge collapsing under too much weight.

"On top of that, I missed the exit for Wendy's so I didn't even get to eat. I'm starving and I'm tired and burnt out and I can't rest because everyone needs something constantly. I'm just... done". You stop ranting and sigh, feeling defeated.

"Wow"

You look up at him, confused, "What?"

"Y/N, you're so... strong". Joe smiles softly and continues, "You take care of everyone. All their bullshit, all their needs. Even mine. I come home every night to a wonderful girlfriend who is getting her education and has a demanding job, but still makes sure my home feels like home. You look after everyone else. But let me ask you something, baby, who looks after you?"

You tilt your head in confusion at the question, "I don't know. Me, I guess". Joe shakes his head. "Wrong, I do. Or, at least, I should be. I'm sorry I haven't noticed the pressure you are under. Do you work tomorrow?"

You nod again. He shakes his head once more, “Call in sick. I have practice early tomorrow but no game. When I get home, I'll help you study for exams. Then, I'll take you out for a nice dinner and we can go see a movie. Sound good?"

You nod again, this time with a small smile forming on your face. He picks you up, slamming you back down on the bed. You laugh and yawn.

He asks, "Time for bed?"

You stretch and wipe your eyes. "Mhm, long day". Joe laughs and slips you both under the covers after turning off the lights and closing your blinds. He places his arm under your head and you body instinctively shifts toward him.

"Joe?" you ask, your eyes already closed.

"Hmm?"

"Tomorrow... can we go to the pretty library to study? The one... on Queen?". Joe chuckles at the pauses you take mid sentence. You must truly be exhausted. "Of course, baby, anything you want," he replies, stroking your cheek and tucking your hair behind your ear, "I love you, Y/N".

"I love you too, Joey"

[peterm4rker]

from the rooftops || m.l

twenty four. mark fucking lee

🕸🕷✮⋆˙ wc. 0.7k w. curse words ! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

sometimes in life things just click.

like when you hear a part of a gossip you were missing and everything suddenly makes sense, or when you remember the name of something hours after thinking about it.

or when you hear spiderman answer your question in a way that no one but mark lee would.

it was november 13th, the day was beautiful with clear and sunny skies. kids ran around the park and laughter filled the air. everything was absolutely perfect.

you had everything ready to take action on your little detective plan as you both sat on your usual spot on the ground of the park, where was telling you one of his many stories for the new article. you noticed the stiffness of his body almost immediately after he got there, when he greeted you with the most awkward handshake you had ever been a part of. he completely lacked his usual relaxed and fun demeanor, and it was making your job harder and easier at the same time. maybe he was trying hard to hide who he was now that he knew he had fumbled a couple days prior, or maybe he had just woken up in a bad mood. whatever it was, it would end up playing an enormous part on the pieces of the puzzle moving slowly into place, preparing a picture of a face you had grown to know a little too well. 

you did everything you could to make him feel more comfortable so he could let himself go, just so he could give you something, anything that would help you finally figure out what you so desperately wanted to know.

it wasn’t that you wanted to know for any evil reasons like you were sure that many did, but you needed to know if the boy you were madly in love with was putting his life in danger every single day.

you asked questions and said funny comments, looking to elicit some type of reaction from him. slowly, he let his walls down as he always ended up doing around you. his hands began to move around as he articulated his words, his voice got more excited and giggles started to allow themselves to escape out of his lips.

and then it happened, the moment where everything clicked.

“and after that i went to go get ice cream to the parlor close to the river” he commented as he ended his story, letting out a small chuckle.

“ouh, fire?” you asked, without even realizing that you had just set yourself up for success.

“flames” he answered casually, almost out of instinct, causing your eyes to widen slightly.

no.

fucking.

way.

“i’m glad, i’ll have to go get some there. i’ve never had it.” you said quickly, trying your hardest to hide the emotion in your voice.

“it’s so good, also pretty cheap, but they give it to me for free because i once stopped a guy from setting the store on fire” he commented with a small laugh, and you felt utterly stupid.

how had you not realized after all this time? how could you not hear the voice that clouded your dreams behind that (now very obvious) voice changer? how had you not noticed that his laugh was way too beautiful to belong to anyone but mark? how had you not connected the dots earlier? every time he said one of the silly things he could come up with, every time he made the hand gestures you had seen him do so many times without the mask on. every time that he had made your heart flutter like only one person had ever done.

mark fucking lee.

“you okay there, yn?” the too robotic sounding voice asked as the man in front of you, mark, tilted his head in curiosity.

“yeah, sorry, i zoned out” you chuckled “but go on, i’m paying attention now” you urged. you had never thanked your mother so much for making you take those drama classes when you were younger more than in that moment.

“don’t worry, i was just saying that the chocolate ice cream there is bomb…” he continued talking, immersed in his own world to notice the way your lips quivered upwards as you watched him.

click.

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[burningembers91]

Body Talk - Seong Gi-Hun x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Follow up Piece to:

Back Alley Bar Help Wanted

Synopsis: A night celebrating turns to something more when your hidden feelings finally bubble to the surface.

It was quiet in the bar tonight, Mondays usually were. You were grateful for the respite; glad you could use the time to cram some more for your exam. You weren’t sure how you’d made it to the end of your first year of university, but somehow you were on track to come top of your class. You’d managed to juggle studies while working two jobs and had stayed semi-sane in the process. You knew Seong Gi-Hun was to thank for that, always there to help if you were struggling, always making sure you had a smile on your face. He was next to you now, quizzing you using the flash cards you’d spent hours making the night before. He’d become a different person in the last few months, had transformed before your eyes. Gone was the man who drank himself to death each night, who barely remembered to shower and eat. Gi-Hun now made sure his hair was always styled, made sure he was always wearing a nice shirt when he saw you. He’d been sober for nearly nine months, and had started going to the gym. A steady job at a warehouse meant he had money to pay rent, and he was saving up for a plane ticket to visit his daughter in America.

You’d been good for each other, pushing the other to be the best versions of themselves, always support one another when times got tough. You were looking forward to a break from university, looking forward to a summer free of deadlines and exams. Sure, you still had to work two jobs to afford your rent and schooling expenses, but you were looking forward to a little more free time. Gi-Hun had promised you a day trip to Busan, a chance for the two of you to get away, even for a short time. Your friendship had blossomed since that evening in your apartment, and you found that you spent most days with him. You felt his absence when he wasn’t around, feeling like something was missing. Gi-Hun had begun to feel the same. You’d saved him from himself, had thrown him a lifeline when he felt like giving up. you’d been good for him, and his feelings for you had grown over the last few months. Both of you were tiptoeing around the chemistry between you, too afraid to spoil the friendship in case the other didn’t feel the same.

“I think I need to stop,” you sighed, rubbing your tired eyes. “My brain is mush and if I study anymore my head might actually explode.” “Just remember to relax tomorrow,” he smiled, “you know all the answers.” He’d learned that you had a habit of getting in your own head, of doubting yourself when things got tough. You were the smartest person he knew, and he wished you’d give yourself more credit.

He helped you close up the bar, driving you home before saying goodnight. Every evening, he found it harder to leave you, harder to watch you climb the steps to your apartment. He wanted to pull you back into his arms; to kiss you and tell you how much you meant to him. he wanted to make love to you on the sofa you’d spent so many nights studying on, wanted to hear you moan his name. he hated leaving you, hated returning to his empty apartment. He still struggled to sleep most nights, and his thoughts were filled with you on the nights he lay awake.

Gi-Hun couldn’t stop checking his phone the next day, constantly stopping to see if you’d had your results back. You were sitting your exam at 9am and had been up texting him since 5am. He wanted to take you out tonight, wanted to buy you dinner and have a proper celebration. He had no doubt you’d pass, but he still couldn’t help but feel nervous for you. you’d worked so hard to get where you were, and the desperation in your face was evident. He was on break when you called him, your voice shrill. “I passed!” You squealed breathlessly. “I actually passed!” “Amazing!” Gi-Hun couldn’t hide the joy he felt, his smile spreading wide. “Let me take you out tonight. We’ll celebrate properly.” He wanted tonight to be special for you, he wanted you to let your hair down and celebrate the fact you were one year closer to your dream.

That night, Gi-Hun arrived to collect you from your apartment. He’d gone and bought a shirt especially, the crisp white material paired with his favourite jeans. He was speechless when you stepped outside, clad in a burgundy off the shoulder dress. He always thought you looked beautiful, but tonight you’d left him speechless. “What do you think?” you asked, giving him a twirl on the sidewalk as he stood open mouthed. “Very nice,” he finally managed to breath. “Just… wow.” You bit back a smile, enjoying the effect you were having on him. You’d picked this dress especially, knowing it showed off your figure.

You spent the evening in a cozy restaurant, feeling lighter than you had done in months. Gi-Hun couldn’t take his eyes off you, every moment he spent with you only affirming how much he cared for you. You were breathtaking in that dress, and his found his mind wandering, imagining how it would feel to kiss you, how it would feel to peel the dress from your body. You noticed him staring, noticed the way his eyes wondered your frame; the dress was having the desired effect.

You walked home slowly, neither of you wanting to part. Your hands brushed against each other a few times, sparks igniting deep within the pit of your stomach at the slightest of touches. “Do you want to come up?” you asked him when you arrived back your apartment. The chemistry between you was electric, the air almost crackling. You wondered if he could feel it too, wondered if his heart was racing as much as yours was. “Yes,” he answered, swallowing hard as you led him up the stairs. He’d been to your apartment dozens of times but tonight felt different. The tension was palpable, his heart beating so hard in his chest he was scared you might hear it.

Unlocking your door, you headed inside, the two of you standing in your hallway, neither one of you sure what to do next. Gi-Hun could see the steady rise and fall of your chest, could see the hunger in your eyes as looked up at him. “Kiss me,” you whispered, unable to resist him anymore. You needed a release, needed to feel his lips on yours, his hands on your body.

Gi-Hun kissed you gently, his hands caressing the contours of your waist, snaking up your back to the nape of your neck. He heard you moan appreciatively against him, felt your hands trail up his arms and across his shoulders. He allowed himself to be led to your bedroom, your fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt as you went. He could feel his aching cock pressing against the tight fabric of his jeans, could feel the deep ache in the pit of his stomach as you guided his hands towards the zip of your dress. He was shaking as he helped you remove your clothes, the sight of your body setting his senses on fire. He pulled you into him, his hands exploring the delicate curve of your breasts, his fingers gently pinching your nipples as you moaned softly against his touch.

“I need to taste you,” he growled, pushing you down into your mattress as he slid your underwear down over your thighs. You were already soaking wet for him as his fingers explored you, his thumb tracing light circles over your clit. you bucked your hips, your eyes rolling back as his tongue replaced his fingers, tracing slow, delicious patterns against you. you had so much pent-up stress, and Gi-Hun was dying to release it. His tongue and fingers worked together, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy. You tasted like heaven, your tight wet walls gripping his digits as you came for him with a shuddering sob.

You were so desperate for him, so needy as you pulled his lips down to meet yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue, could feel his urgency for you in his kisses. You helped him remove his jeans, pushing him down against the mattress. You’d spent so many sleepless nights wondering what he would feel like to be with Gi-Hun, but nothing could match up to reality.

You cried out in unison as you lowered yourself onto him, his hands tightly gripping your hips as you moved against him. you were so wet for him, so tight and Gi-Hun found himself dangerously close to losing control already. You were so beautiful as you fucked him, your moans so loud and unabashed as your bodies moved in perfect sync. He directed your hand down to your clit, watching you pleasure yourself as you rode him. you were so confident, so sure of yourself and Gi-Hun was desperate to see more of this side of you. You could feel him getting close, could feel his thighs shaking as he neared the edge. His eyes were glued to you, to the way your index finger circled your clit, the way your head lolled back as you took every inch of him inside your tight core. He couldn’t hold anymore, a shuddering groan reverberating off the walls as he came, spilling every last drop of himself inside of you.

He stayed with you that night, tangled up in your sheets as you explored each other. There would be time to talk tomorrow, time to figure out what this was between you. In the morning, Gi-Hun would use words to tell you how you made him feel, but tonight, tonight he would let his body do all the talking.

[slixqrta]

yandere! roommate x reader

synopsis: a series of photo online runs your entire life, forcing you to be fired and become locked inside home to prevent harassment from the public. now, you have no way of providing any income, but no worries! your roommate is there to save you.

TW: 18+ writing, noncon, gn! reader, amab! yanderes, manipulation, violence, isolation, leaked photos of mc, implied non consensual somnophilia, harassment, forced exposure due to photos, reader not having a good time overall.

a/n: so this took way more time than i expected, sorry for the lack of updates (Ｔ＿Ｔ) but it’s okay, i promise to become a bit more productive and active on this blog as i have more projects incoming, i swear! but for now, enjoy this new work of mine. and hit me up with a dm if anything is off about this post!

off all the ways you expected to get money to pay the rent, becoming financially dependent on your roommate to avoid eviction was the least thing you expected. however, you can’t find a job anywhere you go.

from gaining twice the minimum wage at an office job, ready to gain a promotion after years of working to be fired after a series of pictures of your body in compromising positions were released online.

you don’t remember taking them, but you can recall how people began looking at you. their eyes were full of malice or hatred, calling you names that no one should be referred as and some even going as further in asking if you are willing to do it again for the ‘fans’.

it took any two days before your boss fired you, calling you a ‘freak’ as he kicked you out with a box full of your belongings. none of your former colleagues defended you, they stared at you like you were nothing and so, you lowered your head and walked away from the office.

and the thousands applications you send to numerous companies are all rejected, they keep calling out the photos of you online as an excuse to not hire you. while others immediately ignore your existence.

that happened weeks ago, leaving you unemployed and incapable of helping joshua with the rent. you feel horrible having to be financially dependent on him. it’s reminds how your life is now ruined and yet, joshua—your beloved roommate and friend who is more than willing to help you.

his words assuring that you don’t need to push yourself so hard in finding a job fail to make you calm.

after hours of crying of another rejection, joshua is there to hold you in his chest. he keeps telling it’s not your fault, words of comfort coming out from his lips as he cleans the remains tears of your face.

he tells that things will go back to normal soon, even though he knows that is not true. no sane work place would hire someone who has photos leaked online, it doesn’t matter if was against your consent or not, enterprises prefer having a criminal than a victim between them.

and joshua is more delighted to be aware of that.

the rare occasions you leave the apartment ended shortly after your last attempt in finding a new job. a groups of men spotted you and tried to drag you to a nearby alley, they kept saying words that made you scared of they would do to you.

but before they hand could reach for your clothes, joshua showed up to save you. his fists knocked the men away, making them scatter away from your vision as he helped you getting up. he even cleaned your tears once again, making you feel better as he guided you back home.

“you should stay at home for a while, [name].” his hands touch your hair, replacing the dirty from the earlier incident by a fragrance of flowers. it’s makes you blush by how gentle he is with you, not to mention the fact he is the one giving you a bath right now. “people out there still recognize you, they will hurt you if you leave our place…perhaps you will be safer here. a place where no one can hurt you.”

you nodded.

joshua is right. the outside world is too dangerous for someone so fragile as you, you need to stay inside where it’s safe.

unknowingly, you enter a new routine by staying at the apartment. with no need to going out, you become in charge of doing most of the housework, almost like you were some sort of stay at home spouse…

times goes on, perhaps a couple of months (you don’t really know, there is no clock at the walls and you still have fear in use a phone) when joshua gains a promotion at his job. the blond already gained a lot of money before, but now he is doing way much more than any person in his age would.

he started searching for a new place. according to his words:

“even though it’s just the two of us, don’t you think we deserve better? i mean, you do so much at home and my salary isn’t there just to show off. not to say, but i don’t want thin walls when we began getting closer at bed…”

joshua was already touchy with you. it’s perfectly normal to have friends that hugs you when returning home from work, right? he has always been like this since the first day you moved to the apartment.

there were times where movies night happened in his room and you were in between his legs. joshua has the habit of resting his chin on your head, making comments how small you are compared to him before he tickling you.

you were a fool to believe that joshua had no second intentions by being so physical with you. and you were an idiot to not understand his real intentions by moving the two of you to a ‘better’ place.

you take a deep breath, grasping onto joshua’s sheets as another harsh thrust hits you from behind. tears won’t stop coming from your pretty eyes as joshua forces your body underneath him, forcing you to take his weight as he continues to pound on you.

“don’t cry, sweetie.” he muttered, a cruel twist of his lips hinted at his satisfaction. he learned in closer, his hands gliding over your skin, slow and ruthless. before you could pull away, yelling of pain, he manages to catch a glimpse of your ruined face.

“listen to me, [name].” he forces you to to accept another rough thrust of his, this time making you cry louder. “there is no one around to hear us. remeber? our little sweet home is a bit too far away from the city, so there is no around to hear us. isn’t that exciting?.”

you shake your head. this isn’t exciting, you just want to leave, to kill him and to pretend this is only a nightmare. not having your trust violated by your friend who you considered to be like a family member.

another thrust hit you inside, and this time your vision began blurring.

the black spot appearing in distant as joshua continues to assault your hole, not caring about your discomfort nor pain. he solely focuses upon his pleasure as he forces your head back to the bed, making it worse to your state.

lungs are giving up, no air coming from them as joshua’s hands find themselves on your neck. he keep forcing your body to taken him, pressing your legs against your torso to another harsh thrust.

he is enjoying seeing you struggle with this new position, eyes sparkling of tears and whining when his lips touch your skin. joshua leave plenty of kisses at your face, making sure the first time between the two of you will be unforgettable.

“[name]—“ he moans into your ear, smirking as his hands reach out for something that you don’t bother to look—too busy in trying to maintain your consciousness. “don’t move.”

a series of flashes of his camera captures the worst expressions and poses you could’ve imagined of yourself. the angles of your naked and marked body isn’t something you want to anyone see online, much less after the previous incident died down and after learning that joshua is responsible for it.

somehow, you manage to gain some strength to speak up to him. “p-please don’t,” it’s not what you sounds like usually, too weak and too embarrassed, but there is nothing else you can do now. “d-don’t post it online, please!” then a few hiccup escaped from your lips, making it even more painful for to joshua to see.

he stops taking the photos, putting his camera away before putting a pause with his assault in between your thighs. there is a small hint of regret, but not enough to make him feel guilty about keeping you away from the world and free you.

“oh my [name],” the smile replacing his precious expression scares you. “i won’t post anything more, i swear. all photos that i began taking from now on will be part of a personal collection…”

it’s sound better, right? you don’t have to worry anymore about people seeing your worst version any longer, just joshua will have the pleasure to be witness it.

he will be the only person to see many expressions coming from you for a longer time of your life. isn’t that exciting?

“now, my dear…” he picks the camera once again, a bigger smile on his lips as another flashes makes you uncomfortable. “smile for me.”

taglist -> @kiiyoooo

[arliedraws]

I've seen your posts about AI. I also know it's a pretty polarizing topic and what the majority opinion is, especially in regards to art and writing. And being an artist myself, I totally agree that it sucks, like you have to pay attention and all, but.... I hardly dare to say this because I know how emotional the discourse around AI is, especially on a platform like tumblr, which sometimes seems so strong that I don't participate in a discussion about this topic at all because I feel like people here would hound me for it, but I still use different AI software, but not in the way that I use it to create something that I can publish and pretend that I spent hours creating it myself. I think it can be really helpful.

If I need information about something quickly, it's more efficient than spending a lot of time searching different websites for a particular piece of information.

I also like to think of it as a group member when I'm working on projects. That doesn't mean that I get the ideas from it and then just copy them. In the same way that group work is beneficial, you pass the ball to each other with the AI and exchange ideas that you can then develop further. Or it can help you if you're looking for another word to describe something better, like a dictionary. And I still know how to use real dictionaries or do proper research, because I know that AI can make mistakes and you shouldn't believe everything. Just like it is with information from the internet in general. Anyway, now I come to the actual “confession”, which is that I also use it, not to let the AI create the art, but as a tool to help myself creating it. I usually use reference images for drawings to help me get the scene itself or the anatomy correct etc. Andy capture it properly. But sometimes I have a very specific scene in mind and can't find a suitable reference, and it can take me hours to find something that fits. So I like to use AI to create that reference for me, because unfortunately I don't have people modeling for me and personally it helps me extremely to have examples to work from.

Idk where exactly I'm going with this. But since the general opinion on generative ai seems very clear here, I wanted to finally get this off my chest because I always kept my moth shut being afraid of how others might react, even though I think that my methods are still quite legitimate, as I still do the real work myself. Anyway, I'm looking forward to your opinion.

Ahhhh okay, well, thanks for the vulnerability here.

You know my opinion on AI. I’m not going to tell you you’re a terrible person or anything for using it, but I’m also not going to justify your personal decisions. Instead, I invite you to change your perspective.

My opinion is this—and it’s more of a question: why are you creating the art? I’m going to hit a few of your main points and just pose questions because I think this gets to be more philosophical than a cut-and-dry “if you use AI, you are a bad guy.” Because I don’t think that—I also don’t think you should use it.

The reason I don’t blame people for being attracted to using AI is because as human beings, we’re designed to find the most efficient way to do things. Thinking and using creativity is a huge caloric expenditure. Right? Naturally, we’re attracted to ways that things can be done FOR us and reduce our cognitive load. Your brain is working as it was designed! But this is also a really cool way to take away your voice and mold you into someone who cannot think for themself.

(This is also what you’re doing by “confessing” to me. You’re unloading your cognitive/emotional burden so you can keep on doing the thing you know is probably a bit shady.)

First of all, I don’t know you, so I don’t know what your art training is. However, you need to train your brain to start coming up with stuff on your own. I am really sorry, but I don’t buy the “I don’t have enough references.” When there are free resources like Unsplash.com and even just looking at buildings around you, the furniture in your house, etc, you DO have the references. But you need to learn how to use them. This is a tool.

Second thing, if the reference isn’t exactly what you need, then you need to start learning volume and shapes. You need to study anatomy. Eventually, you will be able to look at a reference and understand how perspective works and be able to transform a reference in your head to what you need. OR - start combining references. If I’m doing a full scene, I probably have about 5-6 reference photos I’m working from. This is a tool.

Third, start taking photos of yourself for reference images. If you can’t find what you need, do that. I periodically have to go into my camera roll to delete the god-awful reference poses for myself. This is a tool.

Fourth, start a collection of things that “strike you.” Start a reference blog. Have a folder filled with images that intrigue you. Personally, I take an insane number of photos when I’m traveling. For example, I went to a mansion for a tour and took photos of all the early 20th century objects and rooms so I would have these in my arsenal. This is a tool.

My fundamental question is this—why are you having an algorithm create what’s in your head for you? Why not learn how to do these things instead? Your imagination is so cool. The process of creating is making happy mistakes. What do you think Bob Ross would say to you? When you use AI, you’re just copying. The imaginative part has been done for you. You’re just a tool of the robot.

We do so much to avoid frustration, but frustration is the part of creating. When we can see the skills we need to learn, that’s how we know we’re improving. It means you’re trying, and when you press through that discomfort, that’s when you grow. Stop seeing this as a block to your end goal but as an opportunity to continue your infinite journey as an artist. Celebrate that there are so many beautiful things to learn.

Additionally, please don’t see AI as a group project. A group project indicates that all parties involved consent to participate, and I know most artists do not want their art to be used in this way. Imagine if you learned to do all the things I’ve described above and taken time/years/frustration/love to develop these skills, and someone years later then took your work and said “It’s okay - we ALL contributed to this.” It’s just not true.

The artists you see online don’t simply sit down and draw a bunch of cool stuff without practice. I watch Youtube videos of professionals. I draw a gazillion sketches of just MOUTHS or hands so I can create my own references in my mind. Why would you deprive yourself of this?

Look, I think it comes down to this: if you’re looking for efficiency and ‘getting it done’ quickly, then why are you doing it? Are you enjoying the process? If you aren’t, why are you even doing it?

If you need a robot to imagine something for you, then you don’t actually want to do it.

[danigotthots]

Vi and Cait break up, and Vi goes to Jinx’s apartment to just lay low for a few days until she can start looking for a new place. She doesn’t know what she’ll do or where she’ll go, and she feels so broken and unsure of everything, so she’s so thankful that her sister is still willing to let her come crawling back after months of going no-contact at Cait’s request. Vi expects to be delegated to the couch, somewhere she has gotten incredibly used to sleeping. She even brought her own pillow, so as not to put Jinx at any further inconvenience.

Jinx rolls her eyes. “The couch is lumpy, fat hands.” She says it as if that means anything to Vi, as if she didn’t spend years in a prison cell. As if the lumpiness of her couch can hurt Vi anymore than she already is.

“S’fine. It’s just a couple of days-“

Jinx’s eyes flash angrily, and Vi swallows the rest of her sentence, unsure of what she could have possibly already done to piss off her little sister.

“Shut up.” Jinx hisses, and Vi almost wants to smile at her. She doesn’t- she knows that, while her sister is adorable while angry, she can also do serious damage with her cat-like claws.

Vi clears her throat awkwardly, then rubs the back of her neck. “I don’t want to fight-“

“So don’t.” Jinx retorts flatly, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she blows her bangs out of her eyes. “My bed is big, Vi. We can share it.”

Vi nearly chokes. “I don’t-“

“We used to share all the time!”

“We were kids!” Vi huffs. “Both of us are too big for that.”

“I said it’s a big bed.”

“Jinx-“

Her sister rolls her eyes, then turns and walks away, swinging her hips as she opens her bedroom door. “Come on. Put your stuff down.”

Vi looks down at the pillow in her hands, then the duffel bag hanging off her shoulder- it was all she wanted, all that she could truly claim as her own. The rest of her belongings were tainted.

She does as she’s told, and is given an ice cold beer as a reward- she nearly moans when Jinx presses the cool glass into her palm. “Drink up,” Jinx says with a too-tight smile. Vi plops to the ground, her back against the couch, then tips the bottle back and pulls a deep swig into her mouth, swishing it around. It isn’t the fancy whiskey Cait always kept stocked, but she has retained her love for cold, cheap beer, especially now that she has no one to roll their eyes at her for buying it. “You havin’ any?” Vi asks once she’s emptied her first bottle, only to have it promptly replaced.

“Nah,” Jinx says offhandedly, her eyes focused on the television in front of her- Vi didn’t even notice that she had turned it on.

Vi squints. “What do you mean nah?”

“Got it for you. Figured you’d need a drink or five.” She spares a glance in Vi’s direction. “‘Sides, someone needs to be sober enough to hold your pretty pink hair back if it all comes swimming back upstream.”

Vi snorts out a laugh, though it’s really more for her sister’s benefit. “Oh yeah? You gonna take care of your messy big sister?” Her eyes stay glued to Jinx’s face, eagerly waiting to see the red flush that always comes over her cheeks whenever Vi teases her. She isn’t disappointed- she should be more concerned that her sister’s childhood admiration-turned-crush is still alive and well, but she can’t help but find it adorable.

“Shut up,” Jinx mutters, lightly kicking her from her position on the couch. Vi reaches up to catch Jinx’s foot, then rubs at her ankle with her thumb before releasing the girl. Her sister blushes even more, and Vi smirks, then takes another swig of beer.

Jinx lets her drink like that the entire night- Vi doesn’t bother paying attention to what’s on the screen, too busy replaying the last day, week, month, year, trying to figure out when everything went so wrong. She passes out without realizing it, only waking up when Jinx drags her to her feet, then walks her to the bed. She’s back out before her head even touches the pillow.

When she wakes up a couple of hours later, the lights are out, and she’s alone in her sister’s admittedly large bed. She sits up, the room spinning, her mouth dry. “Jinx?” She rasps- the bathroom is also pitch-black and empty. Vi is unsteady on her feet, but she manages to stumble to the door. Her instincts scream at her to be quiet, so she silently opens it, slapping a hand over her mouth.

There, in the living room, is her little sister, her legs wide open as she finger-fucks herself on her lumpy, bumpy couch. Vi’s jacket is crushed to her face as she muffles her moans and breathes in the scent, her fingers furiously moving between her legs- she’s barely illuminated by the frustratingly dim lamp in the corner of the room, and all Vi wants is a closer look.

“Vi!” Jinx wheezes as her hips thrust up against her hand, her back arching, and as far as Vi’s drunken mind is concerned, it’s an invitation. She staggers over to the couch, her nostrils flaring, her hands shaking, and Jinx is so caught up in her own pleasure that she doesn’t notice Vi until she’s pushing her legs even further apart. She gasps as Vi pulls her hand away and replaces it with her own, her thicker, rougher fingers plunging in and out of Jinx’s wetness so much harder and faster than what her sister was doing. Jinx nearly screams as she arches her back, her walls clenching as she covers her face completely with Vi’s jacket.

Vi rips it away, then doubles down, leaning over Jinx’s body as she kisses and bites at her lips until all she can taste is blood and her sister’s spit, until she’s swallowing the girl’s moans and gaps and pleas for mercy that Vi isn’t in the mood to grant.

“You have a big bed.” She grunts in between sucking the wetness off her fingers. Her hands move down to Jinx’s narrow waist, squeezing for a moment before she’s lifting the girl up.

Jinx bites her lip. “We-we can share it.”

Vi grins, then plants a wet, sloppy kiss to her sister’s mouth as she carefully carries her into the bedroom. “Couch is lumpy as fuck,” she mutters, then she gently sets her sister down on the bed and drifts down between the girls legs for a taste.

[tangelotime]

Hello! I'm Syd, and I'm tired! In a nutshell, I’m disabled, can't get a job, but also can’t get on disability either, so I have no way to support myself. All I want is to finally move forward with my life, take care of my health, and not have to deal with my abusive family, but without help, I have no way to do that. I’m multiply disabled; I’m autistic and have PTSD and a torn glute, which, thanks to medical neglect, means I rely on a wheelchair and a cane to get around. My doctors also suspect POTS and MCAS, as well as other forms of dysautonomia. I’m in and out of the hospital getting tests and my referrals are getting referrals. On my own, I just can’t afford this forever and I want a diagnosis. The house I am renting is falling apart. My landlord refuses to weatherproof it, and the resulting mold leaves me in full body pain, ruining my health even more. Unfortunately, this is the only place I can get with my awful credit score. Anyone with an abusive family knows how tough it is to survive without that support system. Christmas used to be a time I could spend with the people who loved me most, my grandparents. They wanted me taken care of when they passed away and so they left me an inheritance in a trust fund so it wouldn’t get me kicked off disability. Unfortunately, I was kicked off of disability because of neglect on my father’s part, which dissolved the trust. All the money immediately went to my brother and left me with nothing. My brother refuses to help me no matter how much I’ve asked. I’ve contacted law enforcement, attorneys and social services, all to no avail. For three years I had to take large loans out to survive and rely on abusive roommates, which contributed severely to my mental health issues. I’ve managed to move out of that situation now and with my boyfriend but he can’t work enough hours to afford what we need and take me to my many appointments. We can’t afford to regularly put food on the table.This Gofundme is my last lifeline. $20,000 would let me and my partner stop worrying about how to afford rent and food for a while, put some money towards a motorized wheelchair, and pay for the specialist visits I need. It would buy us some rest. It has been a long, exhausting journey, and there are things I’d like to do that aren’t fighting for my life. I am an artist, and I’m working on a book I’d love to publish some day. Donate to a disabled trans person and help me live long enough to put my mark on the world.

My friend Syd is having a hard time right now and could really use the donations! It's really really hard for them to ask for help so I'm doing it for them lol. They have three hospital visits coming up this week and could use a hand.

If you don't feel like donating for nothing, they also have commissions over on their bsky account!

[urlocalboynoah]

THIS IS NO ONE'S REQUEST, I was just bored as hell honestly, and I seriously think Miko needs more content, especially with her guardian(s). So, here's a little something as an apology for not posting in months (I lost my password..) This is probably terrible, maybe even OOC so I apologize in advance...

This was written while listening to Teenage girl, by Cherry Glazzer. You can listen to it too while reading if you want.

¹ ❥ ☆ Mini Fic²

♰ Transformers Prime³

ˋˋ SFW ☆

Teenage girl ♡

“urrrrrrrgh. “ Miko growled, sitting lazily on the chair. She was in detention again, for two whole hours, and everyone knows that for a girl such as Miko, staying two hours in the same room, doing either homework or nothing, was impossible. As the teacher looked away for a second, she pulled out her phone, sending a text into her guardian’s comms, giggling. He didn’t have to know she was in detention…

>> Class done early. Pick up ? pls

be here in five mins <<

>> thx ur the best xx

A soft smile formed on his faceplate when he read the text.

“ Miko’s done with class. I’ll go pick her up. “

Everyone either nodded or hummed in agreement, the big mech then proceeded to transform and make his way to Miko’s school. When he finally arrived in front, she was already here. He sighed softly and unlocked the door, allowing the human to jump in. As he asked how her day went and waited for her answer, he noticed the usual behavior she would have when she was hiding something from him.

Buckling her belt and making herself comfortable, knowing the ride would miraculously take way longer than the way to school, just because Bulkhead would take all kinds of “shortcuts” that would actually make the ride longer. He loved spending time with Miko, seeing her rocking her head at the songs playing. He had her playlist of favorite songs already registered. The big mech considered her family, like a sparkling he had to take care of. He’d never admit that, though.

The young girl was now waiting for the big engine to start, which never happened. She raised an eyebrow, kind of concerned something went wrong.

“Bulk ? Is your engine broken or something ? “

“ There’s something you want to tell me, but you’re not going to. “

She huffed, taking the words as an attack. But, it was actually just that she didn’t expect him to be able to read her like an open book.

“ what ?? Do you not trust me ? You know I tell you everything ! “

“ Apparently not. Did you get in trouble ? Did someone annoy you ? Who do I need to fight ?”

She stopped him right in his tracks when she heard he was ready to get in trouble just to protect her.

“ No, no no. None of that… I’m not in trouble, and you’re not fighting anyone. Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t have already anyway ! No… It’s that, uhh… I was in detention.”

The green mech sighed. He had a sneaky feeling it was something around those lines. But as he was about to give her a gentle lecture on how she should be respectful, pay attention in class and all that usual blah-blah she probably heard hundreds of times by her host parents, he decided to do the opposite. Bulkhead remembered very well how low Miko has been feeling for the past week. She’d exhaust herself on her homeworks, even ask for help if she was struggling, and not even sneaking out of the base anymore. Very unusual Miko behavior, which gave it away to her guardian. She really did try to get better, but her past got the better of her once again. Bulkhead knew old habits die hard, and sometimes, they just came back to give you a good slap as a reminder it’s not always going to be easy. He felt like this was what was happening to the poor girl at this moment. The silence being long enough, he finally spoke up.

“ You know what ? Let’s watch your show once we’re back to base.”

Too stunned to say a word, Miko stayed silent. She was expecting him to give her a whole speech about how it can’t keep on going, or she’ll fail her whole life, so that answer definitely surprised her. She just smirked and nodded softly, feeling the heavy weight on her chest drastically making it easier to breathe. As the loud sound of the starting engine finally resonated, she heard a small melody coming out of the radio. It was calm and slow, not something she’ll usually listen to.

“Erm, Bulk, what is that song? I’m practically falling asleep ! “

“ It reminds me of you. “

Miko raised an eyebrow, surprised by that answer. It sounded like such a boring song at first. When the volume went up, she listened to the lyrics. Bulkhead opened the windows, allowing the soft breeze of air to come inside and caress the girl’s hair. She relaxed her head back on the seat, and enjoyed it.

That song wasn’t all too bad after all…

EXTRA BECAUSE IM NOT SATISFIED WITH THIS END :

Hopping off of her chair the second the bell rang, the pink haired girl grabbed her bags and left, rushing through the stairs. Bulkhead being on a mission, someone else was coming to pick her up today. Someone special. She looked at every car in the parking lot, giggling when she saw him. She ran towards the car, waving, as if he could wave back. She instantly opened the door and jumped on the passenger seat. Her smile was full of joy.

“ Hey, kid. Been a while, hasn’t it ? “

“ Wheeljack ! It has ! I didn’t expect you here, I’m so happy to see you again. “

“ By the way you almost tripped while running, I could tell.”

She softly giggled, wiggling on the seat as a sign of excitement. The engine revved and they sped up on the road back to base, Miko already imagining a ton of things they could do together.

When she heard the radio turn on, she audibly gasped, her eyes glowing bright with happiness, and her smile only growing wider. The bot looked at her in the rear mirror, giggling in satisfaction. Looks like he hit right on the middle of the target. She rocked her body from side to side, and opened the window, and obviously turning the volume of the radio all the way up.

“ TEENAGE GIRL !!! “

. . . Written by Noah . . .ᐟ ☆

[pizzabox-box]

Have you noticed that I color the title in a very specific way?

Blind Man's Bluff, Part 6

Dougie Jones clicked through the film on his computer frame by frame, only vaguely listening to the voice on the other end of the phone. With the exception of the chef's conflict with His Loudness, which was honestly to be expected, the premier had gone off without a hitch. So why did the Pizzard still feel like he had missed something in his editing process?

"Dougie? Did you hear me?" Dougie jumped at the Australian voice calling his name, and glanced around the room in bewilderment. It was almost 4 am. Dougie sighed. "Apologies, Your Tawnyness, I'm afraid I wasn't paying attention," he said, rubbing his forehead in exasperation. He heard a sigh on the end of the line. "Sorry about that," Mr. Orange apologized, "I guess I forgot how late it must be over there." "No, no, it's not late at all," the Pizzard chuckled dryly. "In fact, it's really quite early!"

Then he grew serious again. "And at any rate, that isn't my difficulty at the moment," he said, leaning back towards the monitor. Noise's brother sounded concerned as he asked, "Is Theo still out of it?" Dougie nodded before remembering that Mr. Orange couldn't see him. "I'm afraid so," he said, thinking to himself, maybe I am tired... Mr. Orange sighed, then continued, "Well, I'll be on the plane over there sometime tonight anyway, so I can check him out for myself when I get there. Crikey, it's been over five years since we've spoken in person, hasn't it..."

Dougie nodded in confirmation, beginning to tune the Australian out again in favor of his work. He was in the middle of that terrible fight with the blue-clad intruder, and that feeling of dread returned. Something was clearly wrong with this scene. It wasn't the fact that His Loudness had decided to keep the scene in, no, no, no. That wasn't surprising coming from the chaotic gremlin. No, it was something else...

"Well, tell Theo I'm worried about him, all right? I know he's not the uh, most stable person in the world, but this is weird, even for him!" Mr. Orange snorted to make his point. A long silence came from the other end of the phone. Mr. Orange grew concerned. "Dougie? Everything all right over there?" Still no answer. "Dougie Jones?"

The Pizzard stared at the screen in abstract horror, frozen in his seat. He couldn't look away from those frightened red eyes, being flung helplessly into oblivion. Mouth suddenly parched, he barely managed to get the words out.

"This is not Theodore Noise."

Then he felt a jolt of pain in the back of his skull, and fell to the floor unconscious.

Mr. Orange heard the body hit the ground and stood up immediately. "Dougie?! What's going on?!" he shouted, heart pounding furiously. He heard the phone get hung up, and stared at his own device in shock, trying to comprehend the last words he had heard from his brother's assistant. Horror trickled down his spine as his blood ran cold. All he knew was that he needed to get on the fastest jet in Sydney immediately.

Dougie Jones slowly regained consciousness, and glanced about himself in a daze. A few seconds later, he was wide awake as the gravity of the situation became apparent. He had been bound and gagged, and was now perched precariously on the diving board of the Noises' swimming pool. Right in front of him, tied to his feet with a short rope, was a large boulder, almost as big as he was. The sun was beginning to rise - he had been knocked out for at least two hours.

The Pizzard tried to free himself in a sudden panic. Not only had his captor tied his arms tightly behind his back, but he had taken the time to intricately bind his fingers together with sewing thread, preventing him from using any magic to escape. Clearly, the menace was a master at his craft. Dougie was unable to call for help, and it didn't seem likely that assistance would arrive in time, anyway.

"Good! You're finally awake." Dougie jumped and turned towards the voice. He saw someone who looked like the Noise laid out on a lounge chair, sunglasses on and sipping a margarita. But this definitely was not the Noise, and it became instantly apparent when the villain lifted his lenses, revealing that terrible blue eye. The Doise smirked triumphantly. "I thought that you might take all the fun out of this for a while there," he chuckled as he stood up and walked towards his captive.

Dougie glared at Doise with fury as the imposter put his foot on the large stone and looked him in the eye. "Listen, pal," the poser began, "if you hadn't decided to get all nosy on me, we wouldn't be having this conversation. The only person you have to blame for this is yourself." Doise gave a smug grin as he said this, relishing the feeling of superiority he got from the situation. Dougie trembled in rage, as he tried once more to free his hands so he could hex the killer. Doise laughed. "Keep trying, buddy! It won't do you any good."

He looked at the trapped Pizzard contemplatively, amused by how small he looked. He took a breath then continued. "You know, I really can't afford to have this whole thing come out! So I'm afraid I have no choice but to get rid of you. Nothing personal, of course! It's just survival."

Dougie's eyes widened as Doise stood up. "I wonder how long it will take them to find your body? A couple hours? A few months? Either way, I'll already have caught my ride at the Tower ruins, long gone!" Dougie made one last desperate attempt to break his bonds, but the ropes held fast. Doise chuckled. "Enjoy your bath, buster! And don't worry.

"I'll take good care of the missus."

With that, Doise shoved the rock off the diving board with his foot. Dougie Jones was dragged into the water with it, going in over his head with a loud splash. He thrashed about, bewildered, before his vision cleared and he could see under the water. The light began to dim and he looked up, just in time to see Doise waving a cheerful goodbye, makeup running down his face, as he pulled the pool cover closed.

The faithful servant thrashed against the ropes, doing everything he could to break free. He tried to cut his bonds on the stone, but couldn't find an edge that worked. Despite his efforts to hold his breath, he was quickly running out of air. He looked up at the pool cover one last time, desperate. His vision was starting to dim, but he thought he could see His Loudness and the chef silhouetted against the tarp by the light of dawn. What were they doing here...? Was it really Noise... or that imposter...? Though he tried to keep his eyes open just a little bit longer, he started to fade from consciousness...

Brick broke through the tarp with a loud splash, bringing a screaming Gustavo with him. Peppino was barely two seconds behind them, screeching to a halt at the water's edge. "Chi diavolo?" he remarked, bewildered at the rat's sudden decision to go swimming at a time like this. They had just arrived at Noise's property a few seconds before, only to find the large house abandoned. Peppino was frustrated. They didn't have time for this!

Gustavo came gasping to the surface, blinking furiously. "Peppino!" the gnome shouted, "There's someone down here!" That was enough for the Italian chef to jump into the swimming pool after his companions, bold determination on his face. After taking a moment to regain his vision, he spotted Brick trying to bring Dougie Jones back to the surface. Though the rat had succeeded in dragging the weight around the bottom of the pool, he couldn't quite lift it.

Peppino swam to the rat's assistance, Gustavo directly behind him. Gustavo started trying to untie the Pizzard, but Peppino snorted and lifted the boulder above his head, albeit with some difficulty. The trio managed to get back to the edge of the pool by working together, and dragged the unconscious man onto dry land. Without even bothering to catch his breath, Peppino got up, tore the gag out of Dougie's mouth, and started conducting CPR on him. Gustavo and Brick looked on, anxiously.

After several agonizingly long minutes, Dougie gasped for breath and awoke. Peppino got back as the Pizzard sat up and started coughing violently, trying to expell the water from his lungs. He opened his eyes and looked around at his rescuers, trying to get his thoughts back in order as he struggled to catch his breath. "Lady Noisette - " he managed to gasp out, before beginning another coughing fit. Peppino put his hand on his shoulder. "We know," he told Dougie, "focus on getting your breath back for now." As Dougie continued coughing and gasping, slowly but surely beginning to breathe normally again, the two chefs and their rat set to work untying him.

Finally, Dougie was able to speak clearly. "His Loudness, he's been impersonated - " he began. Peppino nodded. "We know, we know, do you know where he took Noisette?" he asked urgently, grabbing the weakened man by both shoulders, shaking him slightly in his anxiety. Dougie coughed a bit more, then responded: "Tower - *cough* - Tower ruins! I think he's planning to - *cough cough* - flee the country!"

Peppino stood up immediately, looking towards the all-too familiar cliff. "Gus, stay with him," he barked at his friend. The gnome looked up in dismay. "Peppino, wait!" Gustavo shouted, reaching his hand out for the chef.

But with the sound of tires screeching and a wild yell, Peppino had already disappeared.

The next part should be the finale, but depending on how long it is, I may do an epilog

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Well, dang this part was intense 👀 I loved it! Glad the gang arrived in time, the loss of Dougie Jones would be tragic.. Very excited for the finale! Go get that bastard!

[lucentloo]

My Sun, My Moon, My Stars

Summary: You and Regulus get some alone time during a Slytherin party but get interrupted. Barty needs to learn his manners.

Wc: 1308

Regulus Black x Fem!reader

Content Warnings: There is Partyvan people, take it or leave it, it's up to you, kissing, no actual smut since I am a Minor! sex innuendoes though because why not, fluff, the smallest bit of angst but it's not even noticeable, established relationship, there is also Wolfstar! Everyone say yay! There is mentioned alcohol consumption, that's it but as always if you see something I missed please tell me!

A/n: Hey Guys! This is officially my eighth fic and I'm dying right now. I know it's been a while but I'm back! Finals have been kicking my butt and you'll probably won't see anything in this blog until they are over, I might be kidding with you though, who knows. I might make another fic related to this one about that one moment in the middle (no spoilers) if this does well, we'll see, have fun reading!

The muffled sounds of the party outside Regulus' door create a distant hum, the vibrant music and bursts of laughter fading into the background as you lose yourself in the warmth of his presence. Your lips meet his with a fervent sweetness, a cascade of gentle kisses that speak volumes of your affection. With your legs wrapped around his waist, you can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against you, while his hands rest softly on your hips, grounding you in this intimate moment that feels both fleeting and eternal.

In the midst of the looming pressure of your impending NEWTs, these tender exchanges feel like a precious sanctuary. The anxiety of impending exams had consumed your thoughts, filling the hours with solitary study sessions in the library, but tonight, amidst the swirling emotions and hushed excitement of the night before, a party had erupted in the Slytherin dorms—a spirited attempt to shake off the pre-test jitters.

As you reluctantly pull back from the kiss, a frown creases your brow, eliciting a concerned furrow in Regulus' features. He shifts his hand from your hip to gently cradle your cheek, his touch soft and reassuring. With a whisper that feels like a secret shared just between the two of you, he asks, “What’s wrong, mon coeur?” His thumb grazes your bottom lip, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you both like a warm embrace, inviting you to confide your worries beneath the cozy silence you’ve created.

Your frown deepens, morphing into a playful pout as you gaze up at him, your tone laced with mock frustration. “Pay attention to me,” you insist, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

Regulus, once furrowed in concern, now wears an expression of bewilderment. “We were just making out two minutes ago,” he points out, his fingers slipping from your cheek down to your thigh, where he absent-mindedly strokes the soft fabric of your jeans.

“I don't see your point?” you retort, a smirk dancing on your lips as you lean in, your breath mingling with his as you launch into another round of fervent kisses. “I’ve. missed. you. so. Much.” Each word punctuated by the warmth of your lips against his, a desperate plea wrapped in affection.

A rare smile flashes across Regulus’s face, breaking through the seriousness that often shadows him. He holds your shoulders gently, pulling you back just enough to meet your gaze. “I’ve missed you too, lovely,” he admits, his voice softening. “But are you sure that’s all? I don’t want to overlook your feelings like last time.” The last part escapes him in a tender whisper, his brow still slightly knitted with concern.

You search his eyes, feeling a mixture of warmth and understanding swell within you. A sigh escapes your lips as you reach up, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, then another on the tip of his nose. “You didn’t mean to, and you've been making such an effort now,” you reassure him softly. “You don’t have to worry.”

Regulus flashes another warm smile, leaning in close to whisper tenderly in your ear, “It’s my job to worry.” His lips brush softly against the sensitive skin behind your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He pulls back, his gaze intense and filled with love, searching your eyes. A smile, radiant and genuine, spreads across your lips as you feel a flutter of happy anticipation in your chest, drawing you closer to him for another kiss.

This kiss is deeper, more passionate than the teasing brushes of moments before. Regulus wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you in so that your bodies meld together, hearts racing in synchrony. The world outside fades into a blur as you both lose yourselves in each other, but suddenly, the door swings open with a loud creak, shattering the intimate bubble you’ve created.

“And then the—” Barty’s exuberant voice halts mid-sentence, his eyes going wide as he discovers you and Regulus entwined on the bed. “Oh my Merlin! Get a room, you freaks!” he bellows, bursting into the room with Evan and Peter trailing behind him, their expressions a mix of shock and amusement.

Embarrassment washes over you, and you instinctively bury your face in Regulus’ shoulder, your cheeks heating like a furnace. “We are in a room, Barty; you walked in,” Regulus retorts coolly in his typical monotone, the warmth and joy of just moments ago dissipating as he gently runs his fingers up and down your back, offering silent comfort.

Barty, undeterred and clearly loving the chaos he’s created, plops down on his own bed with a mischievous grin. “And are you still terrorizing that poor Gryffindor? Let Pettigrew go,” Regulus sighs in exasperation when he notices Barty tugging Peter over to sit with him. With a playful peck on Peter’s cheek, Barty earns a blush that mirrors your own, illuminating the room with its shared embarrassment and chaotic energy.

Regulus leaned against the wall, his expression tense as he warned, “My brother’s not going to let this slide, Barty. You know what happened last time.” His tone carried a weight of concern that shadowed the bravado he tried to project. 

Barty, unyielding and brimming with misplaced pride, shot back, “He can fight me all he wants; Pete’s not going anywhere.” His defiance was palpable, filling the dimly lit room with an air of recklessness. On the floor, Evan rolled his eyes, his body collapsing onto the carpet beside the two boys. As he settled down, he closed his eyes, trying to drown out the escalating conversation that swirled around him like a restless storm.

Curiosity nudged at you, and in a barely audible whisper, you asked, “Where is your brother? Last I saw, he was with that tall, lanky boy.” Your voice was soft, but the room fell into an unexpected silence, everyone catching your question with wary ears.

Peter, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, replied with a slight grimace etched across his face. “Sirius and Remus had a bit of a spat; you don’t want to know where they’re at,” he said, the hint of concern shadowing his words.

A flicker of realization sparked in your mind, and you bit back a smile. That ‘tall, lanky guy’ you had inquired about was none other than a good friend, cherished by both you and Regulus. The thought of Sirius and Remus finding their way back to each other filled you with warmth, a quiet hope nestled in the chaos of the moment.

As the evening wore on, the easy cadence of conversation began to ebb, and you felt the weariness creep into your bones. Perhaps you had indulged in one too many drinks before trailing after Regulus to his dorm room, and now the effects were catching up to you like a gentle wave pulling you under.

With a soft sigh, you opted to follow Evans' suggestion. He had already succumbed to a deep sleep on the carpet, his breathing steady and tranquil, while Barty lovingly played with strands of his hair, a serene picture of camaraderie. You closed your eyes, surrendering to the warmth and comfort surrounding you.

Regulus sat close by, his presence radiating a soothing energy. As you nestled against him, he felt the flutter of your eyelashes against his chest and, in a tender gesture, pressed his lips to the crown of your head. 

“Goodnight, mon coeur,” he whispered, his voice a melodic caress that wrapped around you. “You are my sun, my moon, and all of my stars.” 

A smile curled against his skin as you mumbled back, “E. E. Cummings,” your words barely coherent but laced with affection. You sensed his response in the way his embrace tightened just a fraction, as if gripping onto the warmth of the moment just a little bit longer.

[caitvi1room]

STRESS RELIEF

| CAITVI , SMUT, WLW.|

| fingering , a little bit of aggressiveness and some begging. |

Caitlyn was now the sheriff of piltover taking a big role since her mother had passed and jinx had killed her , she would stay working at her desk for maybe 8 or 9 hours a day that's if she wasn't going out into the Under City with some of her enforcers to look for jinx, and sometimes Vi, her girlfriend would come down with her.

Caitlyn was sitting at her desk working on some paperwork like she always does as Vi walks in, she was sick of Caitlyn over working herself I mean they haven't had good sex in over two weeks! vi was fed up so she grabbed Caitlyns paper. "what the fuck Violet? I was working on that.' Caitlyn said in Her thick accent, sometimes vi would piss her off so bad her accent became thicker. "pay attention to me Cait." vi went and stood in front of Caitlyn as she sat on her chair, resting her calloused fingers on her cheek.

"Vi I hope you seen I'm tryin-' she got cut off as Vi kissed her bringing her into a sloppy wet kiss, vi slowly pushing her lips open so she could slide her tongue in the only thing filling the room now was the sound of kissing and salvia. The kiss was suddenly broken by Caitlyn taking her shirt off , her breast now exposed to Caitlyn and vi takes advantage of that kissing down her neck and grabbing her breast like there was no tomorrow “fuck Violet..” the only thing that could come out of Caitlyn’s mouth was that, a moan of vi’s name, At the sound of her name Vi could feel herself growing wetter, she needed Caitlyn so bad she didn't care anymore, she slid her hand down Caitlyn’s pants moving her panties to the side and running her calloused fingers over her wet clit slowly sliding her ring and middle finger into her pussy , making Caitlyn let out a low moan, it was a change from her being quiet and stressed making violet put her hand over Caitlyns mouth/.

"shut the fuck up you don't want your little enforcers to know I'm fucking you right now, its unprofessional." Vi says moving the pace of her fingers faster using her thumb to rub over her clip making Caitlyn overstimulated. "violet, just fuck- go faster.' As those words slipped out of Caitlyns mouth in a moan vi moved her fingers faster slowly curling them in Caitlyn making Her let out a loud muffled moan into vi's hand. "keep your fucking mouth closes Caitlyn before I make you finish yourself off.' those words alone made Caitlyn more wet , Vi picking up the pace and sometimes curling her fingers in caitlyn. "violet- I'm gonna cum gods just keep going please" she was almost begging , begging vi to go faster and have her release onto her fingers, Vi kept rubbing her clit to overstimulate her , that helping as Caitlyn let out a moan and finally reached her orgasm , it going onto Vi's fingers and onto her chair she was sitting on. Vi sliding her fingers out and sliding them into her mouth to clean them off. "such a good girl for me, if you ever need to relieve stress just tell me cupcake."

[fayecreates]

Out of Control

Premise: Vastaya! Fem Reader x Sevika (as per the people’s vote) heat. Yeah, thats about it. Also the readers a dog humanlike Vastaya.

A/N: there are not enough words in the dictionary to save my dignity, but thats okay, im cringe and free.

I refuse to have anyone beta read this, and i wrote this over the course of like a week. I dont proofread either so good luck.

Warnings: smut (obviously), humiliation, degradation, only frottage (if you can even call it that(i dont care)), puppygirl kink? (I hope y’all would get that from the premise) established relationship but its recent, uhhh yeah

Words: 2,218

Sevika was a nice girlfriend. She was protective, generous, and just overall nice even if she wasn’t open about it. What you two had was nice to say the least. Her giving acts of service to you with a grumble and her always upset resting face grew more and more endearing. It wasn’t like you needed her for everything, you were far from a helpless damsel needing a shining armor. Being a Vastaya in Zaun meant you had to help yourself because no one else would. You had grown up here, and made your way to a nice (nice for Zaun at least) paying job with a girlfriend who loved you dearly. What could be so bad about the life you pulled together?

Heat. Thats what would ruin it all.

The day of reckoning, as you’d call it, was similar to an actual dog’s heat. It was one of few things that distinguished you from a human. It only happened once a year, but because of the intense effects of it you questioned if you should rip out your uterus. The overwhelming arousal would consume every waking thought. You would barely sleep, eat, or do anything besides try to relive it. Leaving the house was dangerous, you were too susceptible to the ill intentions of creepy men.

Fortunately, you had the privilege of being able to just stay home for a week and tear stuff up from utter frustration. Unfortunately, you told your lovely girlfriend that you’d play cards with her at the Last Drop tonight. You felt horrible, not only just from the heat but also from the fact you had broken a promise. You felt a weighing feeling of guilt as you laid on your couch, sharp nails digging into the cushions. You had only worn a loose robe, just enough to cover yourself but not too much as to overheat.

You laid on that couch, hands covering your eyes as one leg escaped the fabric of your robe. You tried distracting yourself from all of the borderline disrespectful thought, but it was all for nothing. You thought of Sevika, her eyes and how they stared into your soul, her face, her lips, her arms, both flesh and metal, her chest, how muscular she was. Imagining how she’d kiss you, her tongue would brush against yours for what felt like hours, though it never went to any more. Your fluffy tail brushed against the fabric of the cushions, you wanted it all to be over. You thought of her fingers, how would they feel when they pressed against—

A loud knock came from the front door

Your ears perk up at the noise, it was only a few feet away from your head, impossible to ignore. You quickly sat up, a mixture of sweat and… other liquids dripped down your inner thigh. You attempted to compose yourself to the best of your ability, maybe if your acting was good enough you could act like you werent home, depending on who it was. With light footsteps towards the door, you looked out the peephole, seeing the tall woman you broke a promise with. Ideas raced through your head, how could you avoid her for up to 10 days? Act sick? Pretend you went on a trip? As your thoughts continued, another loud knock cause you to jump a small bit.

“Open up, i know you’re there.” Sevika’s voice boomed, she sounded mostly pissed but it was hinted with a softer tone that was reserved for you. Now torn again, you thought about more options. I mean how bad would it be if you did open up?

Hesitantly, you unlocked the door, opening it only a smidge. “…hi..” is all you managed to mumble out as you peaked through the crack. She glared down at you, honestly it just made your condition worse. You could see her, not just in your crude dreams now, all 100% of her. You could smell her, a mix of whiskey, burnt wood, and the faintest smell of sweat filled your nose. It was utterly intoxicating. “You really think you can just leave me for shits and giggles? If you didnt want to show up, say it.” She says with a look of disapproval, and as hard it is to admit, it sent a shock through your body. You thought a range of thoughts, ones that were born of pure degeneracy, to simply how you should respond. “Well?” She says, putting her hand on the side of the door, pushing it open a bit.

A moment passed as you attempted to compose yourself more. You decided to just come clean… mostly…

“Uh… i-i didnt mean to leave you… i have a little problem, and i couldnt talk until now…” you mutter, your ears pressed flat against your head showing your guilt. However, your fluffy wagging tail contrasted that. She pressed the door open just a bit further, the low warm lighting from your home illuminating her. You couldn’t help but stare, your eyes drifted towards her muscular arm. You always loved that part of her, thinking of all the things she could do just with one arm. “And that ‘little problem’ is…?” Sevika says with an almost disrespectful look down at you, she fully assumed you were just lying. “Uh… heat…” you mumbled reluctantly. It was deathly embarrassing, you wouldn’t ever be caught dead admitting that to anyone, let alone your girlfriend. Being a desperate little whore was far from easy to say. “You better come up with a better excuse than that.” She says with a sharp laugh, although you just looked up at her nervous and almost a bit scared. “Are you serious? You’re too hot to even tell me a simple sentence?” You vigorously shake your head. It was simple misunderstanding, but it would be twice as humiliating to explain that. “…like Vastaya heat,.. not temperature…” you mutter, your voice just a bit louder than the previous muttering. She looked down at you, her expression shifting slightly to be less upset, you could’ve sworn she even smirked a bit. Her hand pushed the door open even more, your eyes trailed down her body once more. Looking at her broad shoulder, her chest, her thigh, all of her was so perfect in your eyes.

“You could’ve just started with that. Now, let me in already, it’s cold out.” Sevika says, her tone more calm. You quickly stepped away from the door, allowing her to waltz right in. She towered over you, not just physically but also just in your demeanor. Your hands gripped at the hems of your robe, as an attempt to control yourself better. She looked around the living room, it wasn’t the first time she’d been in your house but you’d at least tidy up before she came there. Your old clothes were thrown around, various parts from your hobbies were barely started or just opened from when you tried to distract yourself, and the couch… the couch you recently just laid on as you had various carnal imagery flash through your head. Your slick dripped onto the cushions, just ruining them. You were embarrassed, you tried being proper and put together for Sevika. You tried to be good for her.

“So this is where you’d rather be.” She teased, her eyes lingering for a bit too long at the couch before they locked back on with yours. You didn’t know how to continue this, you didnt even know what she wanted from this encounter. You thought, just for a minute, that you could… maybe… ask her for a little help with your heat. It wouldn’t quench it, but it would relieve you for at least a few hours. Well that depending more on what you both did. “Um… Sevika, can i ask you a favor…?” You say quietly, looking up at her with a shy look. Your heart raced, you shifted your weight onto one of your legs. She nodded, crossing her arms over her chest, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow. “Can… uh… we have sex… or something…?” You ask, awkward as hell. It’s not like you’ve ever asked anyone else for sex, especially not when you are mid heat. Her eyes widen just slightly as she stared down as you.

“Say please.” Is all she said, furthering your embarrassment.

“…please…” you mumble, she was getting a kick out of just making your more and more embarrassed for something she saw as an everyday (or so) thing. Her smirk grew as she looked down at you. “Good girl.” She says, her voice low, almost a growl. She ruffled your hair just a bit. Your face flushed a deeper shade at the praise, it was all you ever wanted. Her hand fell down the top of your head to your cheek, tilting your head up as she looked down in your eyes. Those grey eyes stood out so beautifully from her deep dark circles beneath her eyes, burning into your soul. She leaning down just a bit, kissing you softly. Your ears perk up excitedly at the soft touch. Her fingers grip the base of your ear, pulling you towards the couch. She let go, sitting down with you in front of her, and you just followed like lost puppy. You move to sit beside her, a gentle yet firm hand on your hip stopping you. “Hold on.” She says, every second without any sort of stimulation felt like hell but you’d follow any order for a chance at it. “Kneel.” She says, her voice so loud in your ears from the utter silence you previously laid in for hours. You sat on your knees in between her spread legs, as she smiled down at you, a hand briefly cradling your cheek once more. Squeezing your thighs together, you waited as patiently as your body allowed. “Now, be a good girl and take that off for me.” She says using her boot to signal to your robe, not even lifting a finger. Your fingers fumbled but after a moment you slide off the robe, barely ashamed of your state at this point. Cold air hit your bare skin but all you did was lean forward more. “Since when have you been so obedient?” She asked rhetorically, either way you would’ve stared up at her a little dumbfounded and excited. She took her hand and gently held your cheek, caressing it with her thumb. It felt so gentle and sweet but underlying was just pure condescension.

“Puppy, tell me, what do you wanna do?” Sevika asked, her dark grey eyes felt like they could burn through you. The pet name alone made you throb just a bit harder, you couldn’t admit that though. Words felt like they were stuck in your throat, your hands rested on the cushion, just between her spread legs. “Can… i wanna cum,.. please…?” You beg, rolling your hips on nothing besides the air around you. Her hand migrated from your cheek to your chin, holding it firmly upwards.

“Then go on and fuck my leg if you’re so desperate.” She says, giving a firm pat the top of your head before leaning back on the couch. You looked up, mostly in disbelief. How could she be so cruel? But, in the same vein, you were desperate as she said. You hesitated, her judging eyes saw every small movement. She ever so slightly raised her eyebrows and nodded her head, as to signal to do something. You, reluctantly, sat so her leg was just inbetween yours. She moved her leg forward, pressing so her calf was flush with your core. It was like electric was sent through your body. The small touch made you whimper. You, after a second, put your hands around her leg, she had still kept her clothes on but that wouldn’t prevent your horniess. Slowly pushing your hips up and rolling them back down, you bit your lip as to not be too loud. Her gaze lingered on you, she seemed a little disinterested almost, not lifting a finger for you. Your fingers gripped her thigh, like she would leave if it were any lighter, your rutting was sloppy and born of just lust. You looked downwards as an attempt to avoid the shame, you could feel her eyes burning through your skull either way. Moans fell from your lips like it were as simple as breathing. It felt bad, physically it was amazing. Her hand reached up to your ears, gently scratching behind them. Feeling her touch only amplified everything. The pure arousal, her scent, her touch, the small hums that escaped her lips. It was euphoric. With each little thrust of your hips, you grew closer and closer, panting heavier and heavier.

“I-i… im gonna— im close…” you manage to sputter out despite your head being clouded by lust. “I know, puppy.” She says, still rubbing your head. With only a few more sloppy rolls of your hips, the tension you held washed away. Riding out your orgasm with rough, loud moans and pants. After a small minute, in which you had mostly just attempted to catch your breath, the same arousal flashed over you once more.

“…’Vika… i-i want more…” you said between heavy breaths.

[icewindandboringhorror]

On average, what is the total MONTHLY amount that you spend on dining out*?

*(This doesn't only count going out to restaurants, but also stuff like picking up fast food to bring home, getting a coffee on the way to work, getting a premade sandwich from a grocery store deli during lunch, buying a quick snack from a convenience store or food cart whilst walking somewhere, ordering a pizza or any other food to be delivered to your home, etc.)

*(If you often dine out in groups/as a household: calculate and divide the costs so that you get a Per Person average. This is for YOU individually, NOT the total household/group costs)

(I'm sure polls similar to this have been made before (very common topic), I just haven't personally seen one that I can remember, so, I was curious to do my own! I was discussing this with a group of people today and it was very interesting to see how widely the number varied between individuals. :0c )

(Reblog for bigger sample size if you can, and feel free to explain your answer in tags if there's anything extra to add!)

[sonics-left-shoe]

Tired of living in a period of enabled overconsumption and the quality of everything being replaced for cheaper alternatives with only higher prices. Tired of corporations being able to get away with selling products that won't last. Tired of unnecessary mass manufacturing. Tired of trends and impulsive purchases being encouraged by companies. Tired of celebrities being worshipped whilst they help destroy the environment. Tired of micro transactions and blatantly invasive advertisements everywhere. Tired of false advertisement, misinformation and clickbait being normalised. Tired of corporate fear mongering and blatant disregard of human livelihoods.

I'm so tired of all the wastefulness and cruelty and how corporations can just get away with it.

[thedrotter]

as a little treat i am sharing with you little Aya doodles I've done over the last few days to unwind ww just little expressions based on lines in-game because those are always fun to draw. nothing too special just biscuit

it's Aya because upon doing bizarrely throughout playthroughs of the game for still unspecified project purposes I've gained a soft spot for her she's my daughter now my mental tier list on my favorite characters is so confusing right now