#by like the 5th time it's a little sore but it's whatever

[sheliesshattered]

I’m always surprised by how exhausted I get after a bad dislocation. It happens often enough that you think I would have learned to expect the exhaustion, but nope, every single time I’m like whaaat, whyyy??

[multifandom-worlds]

Party Like a Rockstar....Fuck Like a Pornstar

Genre: Almost smut? Like, smut adjacent.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: Alcohol, fairly descriptive talk of sex, mild derogatory language

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x reader x Theodore Nott

Authors Note: This is my first fic for this fandom. Probably pretty out of character for them. Please let me know if there is anything I missed, anything I should do differently next time, etc. Thanks for reading!

��I don’t understand why they prefer to spend time with her rather than with us?”

You listened to a group of random Slytherin 5th years as they fawned over Theodore and Matthew, watching them at their Quidditch game against Gryffindor. You were used to other students wanting your boys, even though the three of you did not keep your relationship with each other a secret. It just came with the territory—you had two of the hottest Slytherin boys wrapped around your finger, doing whatever you asked of them as the obedient little dogs they really were. 

“Look at her, seriously? Look at all the hickeys on her neck. She’s so trashy!”You chuckle to yourself, stretching out in the bleachers and enjoying the sun on your face. If only they knew how you got those hickeys, how fuck drunk you were on their cocks just the night before as they ruined you, leaving you a dripping, overstimulated mess on Theo’s bed. If only they knew how you had Theo whimpering,  begging to be touched while you rode Mattheo’s face. 

You watch, along with the other fangirls, as they fly around overhead, watching their muscles contract. You press your thighs together, feeling heat start to grow between them—they were losing, and you knew whenever they lost, especially to Gryffindor, they would be angry and take all that pent-up emotion out of you. Not that you mind, you had no issues being their little fuck toy, mainly because they would shower you with praise once they felt better. 

While you were daydreaming, Slytherin had caught the snitch and won the game. The entire Slytherin bleachers erupted into hoots and hollers as they descended on the field. “Party in the Slytherin common room!” Blaise shouted above the din. 

You watch as that gaggle of 5th years swarm Mattheo and Theodore, pressing themselves all up over them, batting their eyelashes and flirting relentlessly. 

“You played so well!”

“You looked so hot up there!”

“Come back to my dorm, and I can help…relieve those sore muscles of yours. I’m really good with my hands.”

Theo dramatically gags, hearing what they have said, causing the rest of the team to laugh. He turns his attention to the 5th year directly in front of him. “And what’s your name?”

“Lacey, Lacey Goldrun. You’re Theodore Nott! My friends are Tara, Serena, Elena and Sophia. We have been yours and Mattheos' biggest fans ever! We come to all your games and know your whole schedule, even where your dorm is!” One of them responds, her face lighting up at the fact that Theodore Nott was talking to her.

Mattheo looks at them suspiciously. “That’s stalkerish.” 

“Well, Lacey Goldrun,” Theo began, looking down at her, eyes boring a hole into her. “You must be new here because everyone knows Matt and I are spoken for, so if you dare touch me again, I will…” 

You stick your finger and thumb in your mouth, letting out a high-pitched whistle, attracting the attention of every person on the Quidditch field. Theo draws his eyes away from Lacey before he and Mattheo begin to push their way through the crowd to you. 

“Walk 'em like a dog, sis!” Lorenzo shouts as you begin to walk back to the castle.

“Walk am like a dog!” Draco echos, erupting into a fit of laughter.

Both of them roll their eyes and flip the group the bird before diligently following you back to their dorm for their after-game ritual. Most would assume they planned on bedding you, but the reality was much softer. They took turns taking a shower to clean off all the sweat before the player who scored the most points in that game got to steal you for a nap.

Theo came out of the bathroom, a towel draped around his hips, seeing you and Mattheo fast asleep on his bed. The faintest smile pulled on his lips before he kissed both your cheeks and went to get changed and go for a smoke. “He scored one more point than I did, cara mia; how is this fair?” He chuckled to himself before leaving the dorm.

You moan into his kiss as he presses his body into yours from the front. You could feel just how hard both of them were, and it was all because of you. With Mattheo’s lips on your neck, your free hand slides down between your bodies to palm Theo through his jeans. 

Hours later, the Slytherin common room was packed - drunks were flowing, music was blaring, and the party was in full swing. You were grinding against Mattheo, your arms around his neck while his hands were on your hips, holding you tight against him. “You’re so fucking perfect, mon petit coeur. This dress..” He trails off, his hands sliding down your legs, playing with the hem of your admittedly concise dress. You continue to gride on him, making eye contact with Theo, sitting a few feet away.

“Fuck, cara mia, you look so fucking good griding on him like that.” Theo groans, walking over to you and Mattheo. He grabs your cheeks in one hand, forcing you to look up at him before he claims your mouth, his hand falling from your cheeks to your throat, squeezing gently. 

“Merlin, I wish that was me,” A very drunk Lacey whines. She was trying to make it look like she was talking to her friends, but she was staring straight at the 3 of you. You pull yourself away from your boys, strolling over to her before leaning in close to whisper in her ear.

“You want to be this trashy, do you little one? You want to be so cock drunk that you don’t even know your name, and you can’t sit on your ass for weeks because of how many times their hands came down on your ass?” You give her a quick once over, clicking your tongue in disgust. “You couldn’t handle this being you; you’d break before they even got started.” 

Lacey looks at you, eyes glassy in her drunken state. You squeeze the bridge of your nose. She didn’t understand a single thing you just said to her—which is probably a good thing. You didn’t necessarily want to traumatize the poor girl. You turn to her friends, “Take her back to her dorm; make sure she stays there. I don’t want to see any of you until morning. Do you understand me?” 

The other girls nod quickly, fear prevalent on their faces as they quickly pull Lacey away, disappearing into the crowd. You walk back to Mattheo and Theo. “That was one of the hottest things I have seen you do in a long time,” Mattheo says, grabbing your ass and pulling you close, stealing the words right off your tongue. 

You hardly had a moment to breathe before Theo's nicotine-stained lips made contact with yours. Mattheo lets go of your ass, disappearing into the hordes of people. You were so lost in Theo’s kiss that it barely even registered that he was gone. 

He bites your bottom lip, pulling away every so slightly before letting it go. “If you weren’t so drunk right now..” He began, hands on your ass, “I would drag you update and fuck that mouth of yours. Matt was right; that was one of the sexiest things you have done in a while, telling people what kind of perfect slut you are for us.” 

You go to say something, but you are interrupted by a shot glass getting shoved between your tits. You know who that hand belongs to - you look up at Mattheo, fire whiskey in his hands. “Celebratory shots, Theo?” He questions, pouring the alcohol into the shot glass.

“After you,” Theo says, taking the bottle from the other boy's hand. Mattheo smirks, shoving his face between your tits, wrapping his lips around the shot glass before lifting his head up and back, downing the liquid in one swallow. He takes the glass out of his mouth before handing it to Theo.

“My turn, Cara Mia, be a good girl now, and I might reward you when you sober up,” Theo says, placing the shot glass back between your tits. He poured some fire whiskey until it was overflowing. “Whoops,” he smirks before he, too, shoves his face between your tits and takes the glass between his lip.

[dominixsremorse]

- NSFW CHOSO X (GN)READER HEADCANON-

STARRING : Choso Kamo x gn!reader CW: nsfw , sub!choso (terms of power dynamic sometimes because let's be real, you would need to teach him everything at first) ,top!reader (terms of power dynamic sometimes) , virgin!choso , kinky!choso , just slight mentions of bdsm (bondage), loss of virginity (choso)

links : masterlist .+. request rules

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- The first time you have sex with Choso, the half-curse would be a nervous WRECK. He's shaking, fingers trembling against your hips where you're straddling him ( just to ease him into the feelings first, so you're doing most of the work the first time around). He's asking with a shaky voice if he's doing everything right, needing that confirmation he's doing everything okay. "baby, am... am I doing this right?

- He would be an absolute sucker for praise. One "good boy," or "you're doing everything you need to, baby. sit back and relax." and he's harder then he's ever been and he thinks there must be something wrong with him because his dick keeps twitching at the sound of each praise. Also a sucker for your touch in general. Do a little foreplay with him, and he's crumbling under your touch. Neck kisses, hickeys, love bites.

- Honestly WAILS the first time you sink down on his cock. His mind is hazy, yet so alert, lighting up with pleasure and he can hear you moan in the distance around his thick length. His hands are still trembling, almost crying at the feeling of your walls squeezing and clenching him. Start riding him, and he starts sobbing, hands clutching your hips like you're a lifeline.

"oh god, oh god- baby- i think i'm seeing stars-"

- Vocal like there is no tomorrow. He's sobbing, whining, whimpering, moaning and you might get a noise complaint from the neighbors. For a virgin, he moans like he's a pornstar. He mumbles during it, just commenting on whatever he can to keep himself sane because you're going to be the death of him if you keep fucking him like that. Through the tears he's babbling and you can't get him to shut up even if you wanted him to.

"Oh god you feel so good, you're so tight and warm and- baby please slow down, it feels too good-"

-. You'll know when he's close because he's so confused.

"i think i'm dying oh god, my stomach feels all funny... baby please..."

"you're not dying cho, you're about to cum."

"oh god oh god- i'm gonna cum please please don't stop, please-"

- When he cums, he literally blacks out. His body is twitching, his hands are digging into your hips, he's hiccuping, and fat, sticky tears are rolling down his cheeks from those glassy, out-of-it eyes. His hair is plastered to his forehead, sweat-covered. He can feel his cum sloshing around inside you ( he would cum just massive amounts, it's almost concerning ) and oh god, it makes his softening dick almost get hard again.

- When he comes back to, if you lift your hips and let his dick pop out, his cum just flooding out of your swollen entrance, his mind would almost bluescreen again.

- Aftercare GOD when you tell him what to do and he gets the hang of it. He's kissing you, cuddling you, asking you if you're okay and if you had a good time, cleaning you up throughly.

"you okay baby? nothing hurts or is sore? do you need another towel?"

- Introducing him to sex was either your best or worst decision ever because he just can't stop. He's like an addict and god the more you do it with him, the better he gets, and it's not like, oh, he knows what to do more as he and you go on! He makes jumps like he's leaping over mountains. Teach him how to eat you out? In 5 minutes, he's savouring you like a gourmet meal and his tongue must be magical or something because holy FUCK, you're cumming on his tongue and he's just drinking you up. Teach him to fuck you? By the second time, you're cumming every 5th thrust of his hips and he's honed in on where your sweet spot is like he's committed it to his memory. Teach him to suck your cock/strap? He's drooling over it, taking it down his throat fully and looking up at you with those innocent eyes that beg for praise. Certified service switch.

- He wants to try EVERYTHING. The moment you talk about something new, he's jumping in the bed to try it with you. Pegging/you fucking him? He's fucking himself on his fingers already to stretch for you. Roleplay? He's ready. Lingerie? He's drooling at the thought. Spanking either way? He's bending over or patting his knee for you to bend over. Bondage? Rope is secured. He loves it, because he discovers both yours and his kinks.

- Loves taking care of you. He loves you taking control, but when he gets to drive his dick deep into you and make you cum on that fat cock of his, his pride mixes in with his pleasure and he feels like he's on cloud 9.

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[ludi-cerealia]

PAC- Your next/first photo with your FS

A fun little PAC ive been meaning to do for a while. Take a deep breath and go for the pile you're drawn to the most! Top piles are 1 and 2, and bottom piles are 3 and 4 respectively.

Pile 1

Cards 5th house (passion, play, children, confidence & creativity), Ace of Wands, Deceit

Your first/next photo with your future spouse may be taken to commemorate a prank of some sort, done for good fun. I get the feeling that it was a cheeky incident set-up by friends or a community shared between the two of you for you to get out of your comfort zone. You may be feeling sheepish or flustered when this photo is taken, and subconsciously cling onto your future spouse for support very briefly; so quick that neither of you think much of it but your future spouse will feel a certain spark at that brush of contact. Everyone else will be just as oblivious, having way too much fun in the moment. Think going into a haunted house as a group, and you grab onto someone/something when you're spooked; or while crossing a drawbridge and needing someone's hand to hold because you're afraid of falling. Apply to whatever resonates, but I'm getting carnival/theme park vibes very strongly. A specific message, but the group around you may all be petite in size but your future spouse stands out like a sore thumb, scrawny, wiry, and tall. Both of you are quiet, but your spouse is strong and silent while you're meek and shy.

Pile 2

Cards: Neptune (Dream and transcend), King of Swords, Cycle

Immediately I got the message that your first photo of your future spouse was in a psychic reading, particularly one where the reader channeled their appearance into a doodle. You may know them already as a crush or some will-they-won't-they type scenario that you toy with now and then but are too afraid of committing yourself to. Your first photo with them is not exactly one where the two of you are together, but one of you taking a photo of them at the height of their achievements. They may be presenting a speech or participating in some debate/forum that perfectly displays their sharp and inquisitive mind that has yet to be dulled with pride. This footage is not something you share with others, but not in a creepy-stalkerish way. This was your future spouse's moment and everyone was watching, but none really are aware of how much you cherish it. One of those instances where your future spouse unearths it years later into union to tease you about your affection for them.

Pile 3

Cards: Taurus (trust, patience, & sensuality), King of Wands, Bond

You may have been drawn to Pile 2 as well, because I'm getting a similar storyline and your cards kept landing on P2 as I was shuffling them. However, instead of an intellectual setting, I'm getting creative/theatrical/informal vibes. Like P2, your first/next photo with your future spouse will see them at the centre of attention, the life of the party; perhaps you two are part of a creative passion project, and this takes place during downtime where everyone is bonding by the water cooler. Your future spouse is a charm at directing the flow of the conversation and really navigating the mood of the room. For some of you they are the party leader themselves and are facilitating the icebreaking and breaking-in of newbies, and this video was taken for posterity. At this point neither of you are familiar with the other, and just so happen to be caught in the same frame.

Pile 4

Cards : Conjunction (union, merging, coming together) , Four of Swords, Time

This photo may be taken some time after you and your future spouse enter a relationship, you both have been platonically acquainted then later caught romantic feelings for the other. There were growing pains in this relationship for sure, I heard because of the distance between you two; which would explain the time taken to mentally prepare yourselves to ground this long-distance (for some of you, virtual) relationship into reality. There may have been nerves that bordered on cold feet leading up to this final union, which you both sheepishly confessed were unneccesary, but opening up about it did bring you two closer together. (commitment issues vibes). You may have be staying at each other's family homes during this visit, and both of you collapsed on the couch exhausted from the travel. Unbeknownst to both of you, a family member (I heard younger sibling) took a photo of you both asleep cuddling on the couch for the family group chat.

I hope you enjoyed this PAC! I’d really love to hear how it resonates for you. Any and all feedback is welcome. If you liked my work, do consider tipping me .

[loverandservantoftheahlulbayt]

🍃🕊🍃 Wiladat Anniversary of Imam Zaynal al-Abideen (as) 5th Sha’ban 🍃

🍃 Birth 🍃

In the period of the second caliph “Ummer”, the Muslims conquered Iran. The daughters of Yazdgard were brought to Madina.

All had gathered in the mosque of Madina to see what was the decision of the caliph, about them. He wanted to sell them but Imam Ali (as) stopped him from doing so and said to Urnmer, “leave the girls free so that they marry whosoever they wish.”

One of the girls chose Imam Hussain (as) and the other chose Imam Hasan (as). Imam Ali (as) said to Hussain, “Look after this woman very well, because, from her an Imam will come into existence (born) who will be the best of the God’s creations upon the earth and the father of all the Imams (after himself).

Not very long after that the sun of his existence arose, on Thursday, the 5th of Sha’ban, 38th Hijrah, in Madina.

He was named “Ali” later on titled as Zaynal al-Abideen (as) (the decoration of the worshippers) and Sajjad (one who performs much prostration).

🍃 The Ethical and Moral Characteristics of Imam (as) 🍃

1. Piety and Abstinence:

One of the special features of Imam’s character was his piety and abstinence. Imam Jafar al-Sadiq (as) said, “Ali Ibn-ul-Hussain (as) resembled most of all the sons of Bani Hashim, with Ali (as)”.

His son Imam Muhammad Baqir (as) said, “One day I happened to see my father, I saw him (completely) immersed and (thoroughly pre occupied) in the prayers and with all the attention towards God. His color was faded and his eyes were sore and red due to weeping, his feet were swollen by (prostration) and legs, and knees had developed corns. I said humbly “Oh father, why do you loose your self control during the prayers and put yourself in such an inconvenience and discomfort. My father wept and said, “Oh son however and whatsoever amount of prayers I perform even then it is meager and very little as compared to the prayers of your grandfather, “Ali Ibn-Abi Talib.”

Taous Yamni says, I saw Imam lying in prostration saying, “Oh God your servant, needy towards you, is in your house waiting for your blessing, forgiveness and favor”.

2. Attention to the life and training of people:

Imam Zaynalal-Abideen (as), like his grandfather, was busy in cultivating land and palm date orchards. He offered two Rakat of prayer near each palm date tree. During the prayers he would get himself so absorbed that he did not have any attention towards anything except God. He traveled to Mecca, on foot, twenty times. And continuously guided and conducted people through the attractive melody of the Qur’anic verses.

All the human qualities and attributes were collectively present in his personality. He was the complete specimen of tolerance, forgiveness and self-sacrifice. He looked after and administrated hundreds of houses of the poor and hunger stricken. Daily a number of goats were slaughtered in his house and he distributed all their meat among the afflicted. He dressed the naked and dress less ones and paid their debts and loans. But he himself took simple meals and put on simple dress.

A person came to Ali Ibn-ul-Hussain (as) and started addressing him with filthy and abusive language. Imam (as) turned his face towards him without the slightest anger and quarrel or strife and said, “Oh brother, if what you say is right and correct and these vices are present in me then God may pardon and forgive my sin. And if you are telling a lie then God may forgive you and pardon your sin.”

The man was very much ashamed and asked Imam (as) to pardon him. Abu Hamza Somali who was one of the friends of Imam (as) asked his servant to briefly define the character and morals of Imam (as). He said so, “I am at his service for so many years. Whatever I saw was righteousness, piety and purity. My lord helps and assists the people and solves their problems, with all the difficulties worries and pre occupations that he himself faces. Zaid bin Usama was lying on the deathbed. Imam Sajjad (as) visited him, Zaid was weeping. When Imam (as) asked him the reason of his weeping he said, “I have to pay fifteen thousand Dinnars as my loan and debt and my wealth is not so much as to pay off the debt.” Imam said, “Do not weep and be contented, I will pay all of your loan.”

When the nights would become dark and all the people went to sleep, Imam Sajjad (as) would get up put the food in a sack and on his shoulder. He covered his face so that he is not recognized. Then he took that food to the houses of the inflicted and have-nots and gave it to them.

He administrated and looked after nearly a hundred guardians less family in Madina, most of them comprised indigent, helpless and crippled, handicapped and paralytic ones.

What a surprise! None of these families knew that Imam Zaynal al-Abideen (as) was the one who managed and run their lives.

But after his death, when the aids were discontinued they came to know that Imam (as) was their helper and friend.

🍃 Imam Sajjad (as) and the Sahifa-e-Sajjadia

When the Imam got stuck in a tight corner and was virtually besieged he was obliged to state his objects and motive in the form of the prayers. These prayers have been compiled in the shape of a book named “Sahifa-e-Sajjadia.” This is an ocean of topics and objects of science, mathematics, physics, astronomy, social and political sciences and ethics. Obviously and apparently this is a book of prayers.

But, in fact, this is the expression of fact, pains, and difficulties. We present here a few sentences of it as a specimen.

1. Oh God! I take asylum and refuge with you from the revolt, and rebellious (attitude) refractoriness, of the anger and jealousy and the scarcity of patience, and extravagance and intemperance in life.

Oh God! Keep me alive till my life is led in your service and obedience and when it becomes the pasture and meadow of Satan, take me towards yourself and take my life.”

2. Oh sons! Respect you father and mother because if the father was not there you would not have come into existence. Look at the mother that she looks after you with all of her existence (energies). She is not afraid of it that she herself remains hungry and feeds you. She herself remains cloth less (without dress) and covers (dresses) you. She remains in the sun and places you in the Shadow. You cannot thank her. This is God who has the power of thanking her (giving her the reward).

3. Watch over and attend your child because his good or bad (virtues) are related and connected to you and you are responsible for his training and guidance.

4. Be kind to your brother and sister because he/she is your hand (helper) and your power. Help him against the enemy and be his well wisher.

5. Respect your teacher and be polite in his assembly (session) and listen carefully to his words. Do not talk loudly before him. If somebody questions him about something do not reply before he does although you may know the answer to that (question).

6. Respect your neighbor and help and assist him. If you happen to observe a fault or sin of him do hide it and when he slips (commits sin) admonish him.

7. Be just in your conduct and behavior with friend and love him as he loves you. If he makes up his mind to commit a sin stop him from that and always be a blessing for him, not a torment for him.

🍃🕊🍃 al-Islam.org 🍃🕊🍃

[eternal-nyx]

1 MONTH ON T

 10/25/2023-11/21/2023

Days 29 - 56

Today is day 29 of my HRT diary! Holy shit! As of writing this, I have just taken my 5th injection.  Let's throw together a quick little list of the changes we've seen during month 1. 

Day 29

October 25th 2023

Hygiene: 

Looking into buying a new deodorant. Mine is slowly stopping working and I need to use so much more of it. My feet stink! I don't even wear socks or shoes. I never leave my house!!!!! This is wild. My body odor in my underarms is very much locker room stank, and my under-breasts smell like old taco bell. The amount of showers....JFC, 

NSFW: 

One inch of growth in the first month. Not mad about that at all. This thing is a plump little monster let me tell you. I get random erections, like a teenage boy. Sitting in the car? Erection that tingles and itches. Eating pizza with my family? Erection that makes me have to shift my weight, but I can't escape it! Crying over my broken bong? Yup. Erection there too. Fuck you, tick tack dick. 

I own an entire box of toys. I have a very healthy sex life and a partner who is more than willing to assist. But no matter what I try, it doesn’t STOP. And it’s not emotional its physical. I can FEEL this…..tingling? Fullness? I expected sensitive, and I expected wanting to have sex more. But being PHYSICALLY aroused more when I just wanna take a nap? Or watch tv?

Peeing is weird. I was just sitting on the toilet, peeing like one does, and I COUGHED. And my pee YEETED onto the wall instead of going in the toilet. Like....henh? The urethra in the AFAB anatomy isn't anywhere near the clit. The fuck is happening? Well. Whatever, guess this is life now. 

If my boobs don't stop feeling bruised soon I STG I might just cut them off myself. Holy fuck. Ow. 

Appetite: 

Early on I had some increased appetite that I actually benefitted from a lot. It helped me combat my ARFID ED, and was a welcome change. Though, now it's starting to taper out as nausea and PMS symptoms kick in. Hoping it comes back as my cycles hopefully cease.

Body Hair: 

Acne in places I never thought I would get it but here we are. Ass acne? Breast Acne? Thigh? Sure. I have Hidradenitis suppurativa (HS), also called acne inversus, I'm used to that shit. But my NECK?! MY SCALP? MY FUCKIN ELBOW?! The hell?! 

Vocal:

Yeaaaaaaaaaa we dropped ya'll. I'm a raspy, cracky, little bitch but OH I am loving it. I can't wait to see where it settles. 

Here are some things I wrote during earlier weeks about vocal changes:

October 18th 2023 

Night 21-Morning of Day 22

Overnight my voice really started to drop into a raspiness. It's like the beginnings of Laryngitis but instead of squeaking I'm rasping. That said, the rasping feels soothing on those sore areas of my throat. Using my voice in this comfortable range seems to help progress it without hurting it. 

October 13th 2023

Day 17 

Talking voice has begun to crack

October 16th 2023

Day 20

I think my voice just DROPPED

My throat hit an all time sore today. 

I was rubbing it and gargling numbing medicine and water. I'd taken the max dosage allowed for OTC ibuprofen and Tylenol every 6 hours on the DOT. I even took an extra of my fibromyalgia pain management medication. I had trouble eating, vaping (nicotine), smoking (medical weed), and also literally had chose my food based on what would help my throat or at least not hurt it further. I even spent parts of the day silent and nonverbal to try to sooth it and let it rest. 

However, I found that to be counter productive. I realized that using my voice in a comfortable chest voice range helped to sooth some of the tenderness. So I sung some poor man's poison and some seether. Then I went back to not talking again. It just HURT all morning. It's even affected my sleep. The throat pain bothers me more than the clit sensitivity. 

Just now, before typing this, the pain started to subside and all of a sudden my voice is like gravely and feels like I'm talking from my breastbone and not my throat. 

October 17th 2023

Day 21

The sore throat is less intense and no where near as constant. It comes and goes and so does my voice. Sometimes its normal, sometimes raspy.

Body General:

My mother noticed a change in my face shape during a video call. She said I look more like my father. 

I've noticed a change in my over all torso shape, however I'm not sure if it's due to weight loss, as I've lost 20 lbs, or the T redistributing things. Could be both I suppose. 

Menstruation:

I took pregnancy tests every single day I was late to be safe. All remained negative

After being intimate with my partner this morning, she informed me there was blood. I went to inspect, and sure enough, my flow started. My cramps are intermittent but normal for me in the moderate to severe range. So far the actual flow is light. Continuing to monitor changes. 

Misc:

Shaved off my face a few weeks back to monitor the new growth more accurately. Starting to feel itchy stubble on the chin. Here we go. 

Moody AF. Might talk about increasing my Cymbalta dosage actually. It's kind of intense.

[hillbillyoracle]

Eclipse Self Reflection

I spent a lot of time thinking about how I've never had close relationships period. Not with family, not with friends, not with romantic partners. I have spent years and years of my life trying painstakingly to change that - to learn better social skills, to get out there, to join things, to initiate and create - and none of it has worked.

And I feel like there's this question that's been hanging over me for a long time - when am I just going to accept what I cannot change?

Whatever allows other people to have close relationships must not be something I can directly impact or I would have figured it out by now. My natal chart is majorly detrimented and this must just be an aspect of it; south node solar eclipse in my 7th house (relationships), Mars detrimented in my 5th (sex), ruling my 4th (family) and my 11th (friends and community), Jupiter detrimented in my 9th (spirituality), ruling my 12th (unknown) and my 3rd (travel and correspondence).

I learned in middle school that my only way into a social life was to have skills people wanted. Despite going to a church for over a year I didn't really get invited to anything until people spotted the designs I doodled my arms to help with social anxiety. I started getting invited to hang out with people to doodle the designs on them. I did this through high school.

In college, it was tarot and that's continued into my adult life. People forget I fucking exist until they want a free tarot reading. I'm just burnt out. Because being useful is not a deep connection for me. It's nice but it's not socially reciprocal. It's really just having me pay for socialization with my skill. And it makes it feel like there's no point in be beyond that skill.

I took a break from social media last year and I had one person even attempt to keep in touch with me off of it. It stung. I appreciate my online only relationships but they're not terribly close either. I orbit their lives, I'm not really a part of them.

I don't know. I just feel something fundamentally shifting.

I regularly find myself wishing I could just erase myself from people's memories. I thought I would regret not trying more but I deeply wish I'd tried less in most relationships and friendships. Thinking of my current friends doesn't make me happy; thinking of them feels like when you loose a tooth and your tongue won't pressing on the spot to see if it's still sore. I think I'm approaching something like painful resignation to my lot, a visceral understanding that closeness with other people just isn't in the cards.

But there's also a resentment boiling. Not that I'm like entitled to friends or anything but rather that I feel like I'm being forced to become what other people often seemed like they wanted me to be, something I never saw anyone else be - emotionally self-sufficient, physically self-reliant, and generally distant. When people have perceived me this way, they seemed to like me more. I guess because it's easy to like someone who needs nothing from you and prefers your absence.

And it's the last thing I want to be, but it feels like there's really no choice - it's the only way to cope with the consistent and overwhelming degree to which I'm socially isolated.

It is a little funny though - if I'm able to find any humor in the situation at all - that I often felt like people preferred this version of me because they didn't feel comfortable with how high my expectations were for people, which weren't in the grand scheme of things that high - how dare I want to be understood and occasionally thought of? I guess they thought I wouldn't expect as much from them if I didn't like them.

But as I move toward this version of myself I never truly wanted, my bar for acceptable company only gets higher and higher. I don't like them because I expect better of people I spend regular time with. So jokes on them I guess.

I think part of why I feel such deep pain about this is at least in part because I do not have a model for a meaningful life without those fruitful connections with others I can't seem to make happen. The closest I can come to that are probably monastic communities but even they, crucially, live in a community.

So it doesn't feel like just giving up on a dream. It feels like giving up on a core part of a good life. And I'm really at a loss with what to do about any of it.

Who knows. Maybe I'll reread this later and like damn, Marz, you're mopey. But maybe later I'll look back and go yeah you were onto something. Time to change.

[vaguely-humanoid-form]

rambling about Monika DDLC to kick off spooky month because I'm super normal about her

spoilers for DDLC as well as trigger warnings for mentions of suicide, self harm, death, abuse, neglect, and just basically most of the stuff that's in DDLC so. reader discretion is advised !

Monika is a character that I understand on such a deeply profound level and who also means a lot to me

DDLC came out when I was in 5th grade, approximately 10 years old, and GOD did I hyperfixate on that bad boy HARD

I've been an avid horror game fan ever since FNAF 1 came out, investing in its lore and community starting at the ripe old age of 7 years old !

but, anyways, back to DDLC

I don't know how I originally found out about it, but somehow, I did, and I quickly became kind of obsessed with it

I remember I could never really get myself to be too invested in the 3 romanceable girls, for some reason

I hated Yuri, for whatever reason, Natsuki was fine, and Sayori was also just fine, so what was I meant to do if I couldn't muster up much interest in the girls that were actually able to be romanced?

I gravitated towards Monika.

she's not at all a popular choice, with many people only really looking a little bit past the surface level of her antagonism

I'm not going to say that I was "so much smarter" than the people who did that because I was like 10 years old.

but in my weird child brain, I connected to Monika on a deeper level than what a lot of fans at the time did

she was ... weird. she fit in with the rest of the cast, but she also stuck out like a sore thumb, which makes me realize now that I was like that.

I had friends, I was generally liked a good amount, I did good in school

but I was also a weird kid.

I was also a GT kid.

I hit puberty a shitton earlier than most kids do or should, which also includes my mental maturity skyrocketing above others my age

while it's less so now, I did and do have a hard time really making good friends that are my age

while they're at the point they need to be at, I was there at 12 years old, or whatever

that paired alongside the fact that I was GT? I was smarter than just about everyone I knew that was my age. and I'm not trying to be all haughty or something, I just want to state the facts

so, in comes Monika, a club president and a leader who's generally well-liked, but doesn't quite fit in with the rest of her classmates

she's an overachiever and a bit of a people pleaser who isn't sure where she's supposed to go.

which is why her self awareness must've been crushing.

all of a sudden, she is painfully aware of her place as an outsider in her world in a very literal sense

the way she's written isn't to be someone who the game considers to be worth really knowing, serving as a voice of reason and quiet supporter of everyone else's endeavors

and she panics.

what else could she do? she's a video game character with the mentality of an 18 year old who suddenly becomes completely self-aware of her world and situation.

this is the start of what I believe to be Monika's Mental Breakdown™, which runs its course throughout all acts of the game, gradually getting more and more desperate as she seeks to find meaning in a world that never meant for her to have one

she grows detached with her reality, her friends morphing into arbitrary 1s and 0s to the point where she can't fathom the idea that they're real people.

so, she goes into a logical, albeit flawed, mindset.

if she can make it so the other girls become so degraded in their mental states that they lose all appeal to the player, she will be the only one left to be romanced.

if she gets rid of the obstacles, she can win.

and this revelation brings her deeper into her mental breakdown, losing touch with her reality and growing so disillusioned with her world that she effectively kills her friends.

we know that she didn't/doesn't blame herself for it, rationalizing to herself that all she did was "untie the knot," AKA, undo the girls' mental states just enough that they would plummet on their own, devolving into the worst they could be within the limits of the game

Monika "unties the knot" of Sayori and her depression, which originally could've been a small part of her character or simply a coded (not the literal kind) trait, into something debilitating, ultimately leading to Sayori committing suicide.

she "unties the knot" of Yuri and... whatever she's got going on, which originally could've been an innocent, if not a bit macabre, interest in knives and dark themes, into obsessive, creepy, self-harming behaviors, ultimately leading to Yuri also committing suicide.

she "unties the knot" of the strain of Natsuki's relationship with her father, which originally could've been some simple daddy issues, into abuse and neglect, which doesn't lead to Natsuki committing suicide, but she's still pretty fucked up, and her neck breaks that one time which she doesn't really die from but it's like. adjacent.

anyways, Monika tries to find the weaknesses and flaws of her former friends, who have now only devolved into barriers to her goal in her head, and exploit them to turn the player away from them and onto her

and she does find and exploit those flaws, and she tries her goddamn hardest to achieve what she wants with minimal harm done.

but the game refuses to give her what she wants.

and she's confused.

she's worked so hard this entire time, has broken her back trying to just give herself an ending.

but the game refuses to give her what she wants. what she's worked for.

so, when Yuri inevitably dies, Monika just decides to get rid of everything but herself and you. and also a classroom. and like some technical stuff for anything to actually work but that's not the important part here ok

she rigs the game, and she gives herself an ending.

kind of.

she's so caught up in her state of relief and joy that she can finally, FINALLY, have you, that she forgets all about her .chr file.

she forgets that she, too, can be deleted.

and when that happens, she reaches her breaking point.

she feels like she's lost positively EVERYTHING at this point, that all of this was for nothing, that she failed after trying so hard.

she's like SUPER pissed off now

at everything

everyone

her friends

the game

you

and most importantly,

herself.

she has a breakthrough at what she's done. and she's more ashamed than a game character should have the capacity to be.

and she hates herself for what she's done, but she loves you just the same amount.

so she brings the girls back for you so you can maybe, finally be happy.

but it doesn't go well.

a new club president means a new girl who gets cursed by self-awareness means a new cycle of suffering for everyone.

so she stops it, deleting the whole literature club altogether, hoping that maybe, someday, they will all find happiness.

the point that I want to get across is that Monika is not a villain.

yes, she is the game's big major antagonist.

but she is not the villain.

the villain, I believe, is the self-awareness itself.

we can see that in how Sayori acts after becoming the club president.

and I believe that Monika is not a bad person.

she's not a good person, either.

she's a character that, through some unholy intervention, is forced to realize her place as an asset to a story that she desperately wants to be a key player in.

she's programmed to act and think like a high schooler, leading her to some dubious conclusions that lead to horrific choices.

she is a human that was never meant to be one.

and, while this may be somewhat controversial of me to say, she comes off as being borderline, to me at least

I'm borderline, and I see a lot of my worst behaviors and/or thoughts in her, mostly applying to a Favorite Person and the strange fixation your brain conjures up for them

hell, there's a LOT of indication that she's delusional, grappling with her situation and trying to figure out what's real and what isn't

and honestly? I think it would make sense from a narrative point of view

each girl is mentally fucked up in some way, with Sayori's depression and Yuri's self destructive tendencies and Natsuki's daddy issues, (these are gross oversimplifications) so it would make sense for Monika to have something going on, too

I've been writing this for way too long now and this is super disorganized and jumbled so I'm gonna leave this here even though I can probably talk for hours about this LMAO

anyways TLDR Monika is best girl and deserves better

[timeoverload]

I haven't done much this weekend as usual. I am so tired of being so boring. I want to go outside or do something exciting.

I started feeling bad last night. I have a sore throat and it keeps getting worse. My sense of taste is messed up. I have a cough too. I know I am losing my voice. At least I'm not congested. I am hot and I'm pretty sure I have a fever. I have no idea where my thermometer is so that doesn't help me much. I sort of have a headache too. I have to sit in the dark. My body is achy. My dad and my sister have been sick this week so I think I caught whatever they have. Everybody has been getting sick since school started. I hope it passes quickly.

I have to go to work tomorrow or I will have to forfeit one of my days off. They haven't been approved yet, but I really want to be able to take the 5th off so I'm not cranky on the 6th. I don't want to get written up and I'm not sure if any of my sick days have dropped off yet. It's frustrating that I seem to get sick every time I try to request days off. It's like a curse or something. I hope it's not covid. If I am still feeling bad in the morning, I am going to talk to the nurse before I clock in and take a covid test. I still plan on wearing a mask all day if I feel good enough to stay.

I really hope it's a good week and that nothing bad happens. I don't think I can handle more stress right now. I have so much to do. I know things will be ok soon, but I wish I didn't have to wait any longer. I know I need to be patient. I will stay positive. I'm going to try to enjoy my day even though I don't feel good.

I hope everyone else is having a great day so far. :) Thank you for listening to me vent about stuff. 💖💖💖

Tyson, I would love to come talk to you on the 6th. Thank you for everything, by the way. I think it's very kind that you allowed everyone to use the instagram page for the shop to send me messages. Thank you all for not giving up on me and sending me amazing art. I know that people have been sending me messages on their personal instagrams as well so I think that's cool. I know I can be difficult sometimes, so thanks for putting up with me. I consider all of you to be my best friends. I hope that this is has been good for the team and that you are all closer now. I'm glad I met you all.

The only thing I ask for is that you all will convince Maxwell to come outside and greet me when I get to the bar. I think he needs some encouragement because he is shy. Don't let him run away from me again. I will stand outside the windows where everyone can see me. I will be sure to let you all know when I get there. I hope that you all can help with that. I really want to see my favorite person give him a big hug. :)

I still don't know what I am going to wear. I don't know what the weather is going to be like next week since it is so unpredictable. I think maybe I should dress up a little bit. I'm not used to getting dolled up anymore. I'm sure I will figure it out soon.

Anyway, I think that we are all going to have a good time. I don't feel too nervous about it right now. I'm excited to be able to talk to everyone. I am looking forward to it. :) 💖💖💖

[helslastangel]

My Experience with 11H Lilith (and my thoughts on why it feels almost as bad as in 10H/8H)

Disclaimer: These are based on my personal observations and (distant) past experiences. It will not apply to all 11H Lilith natives or manifest in the same way. If it doesn't apply, let it fly 🪽

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Since childhood, I've been excluded by most other women. There would usually be a ringleader who actually hated me, followed by a group who didn't feel that strongly either way, but sided with the ringleader. The tiny percentage who would hang out with me, did so secretly-as I quickly found out when they would step away from me and throw dirty looks as soon as the ringleader or her minions walked by. Most of those girls would eventually just become a part of the ringleader's gang anyway, telling me via scribbled note or some other method that they did want to hang out with me, but it wasn't worth ending up on the "outs" like I was. So, I was left to either play alone or hang out with the boys - which I was promptly judged for by the same girls who had decided I shouldn't have female friends. As an adult now, of course I cut those friendships off immediately, but back then, I was just a little girl who wanted to be liked by someone. Anyone. Even if it meant putting up with girls who said things like, "I hang out with you when ___ and ___ aren't around, don't get used to it."

I have had a few close female friends over the years, which was a blessing thought still difficult in their own ways. In hindsight and with a little research, I've realized most of them also had difficult Lilith placements, or had unlikeable chart dominants (Mars, Pluto, Uranus, Neptune, etc.).

A few others were actually just former ringleaders who grew up , lost their crew, and became desperate for anyone to talk to. They thought I would be DYING to have someone talk to me (which I was for a while, especially between age 18-23) and so made it seem like everything was a "misunderstanding" or would say things like "Oh you look like a bitch from a distance, so we just never really though to approach you."Which was, well, bullshit. I didn't develop a guarded demeanor until my teens, and did not have a resting bitch face until well into my early 20s. I was friendly and always smiling or laughing as a kid. Which was surprising, given that my childhood was mostly tense and sad, for other reasons as well. These girls tried to convince me that I was really their type (whatever that meant) and they were just intimidated when we were all younger. Which, tbh, I fell for at first. I have a ton of Neptune aspects that make me quite gullible if I'm not extremely careful. I found out eventually that most of these enemies-turned-friends had ulterior motives. Most simply had boyfriends who they wanted to keep away from me, by becoming my "friends" in hopes of controlling my movements and self-expression.

One of their favorite methods was to invite me out with our other friends and their partners (I had a boyfriend, but he usually didn't want to go anywhere, so I ended up 3rd, 5th or 7th wheeling) and they'd tell me to wear this or that outfit. I was naive, but I wasn't stupid and I was certainly stubborn, so I almost always just wore what I wanted regardless, or brought a change of clothes if I went with their suggestion. Almost every time, if I had worn what they told me, I would have stuck out like a sore thumb and looked completely stupid. It really didn't take long before I started calling them out for it, and of course, it became "Omg you're so sensitive, this is why everyone walks on eggshells around you, look I'm just not gonna invite you anywhere anymore because I can't be around your kind of intense negative energy.."

Blah... Blah....Blah

Then there were the other type - the closeted lesbian and bisexual girls who secretly wanted to date me but weren't out. I'm pansexual, but at the time I identified as bisexual and was out to everyone except family and my parent's friends/associates. So they knew and figured being friends was their doorway in. Which-wasn't the worst idea, tbh. I'll give them that. I'm a sucker for the friends-to-lovers trope myself, so with the right person, I don't mind that motive too much. Problem was, these girls didn't actually like me or want to be friends at all. A few 100% hated me - but also thought I was hot, so they held their noses for as long as they could, hoping to get to third base and dip. What they did not count on was how oblivious I am to any kind of flirting that is subtle or based on playing games. Bad idea. I will think you're either aggressively playful, have really poor boundaries, or are a bit of an idiot. That's about it. You want to date me? Tell me. Whether you want to talk face to face, write a text or hire a sky writer is up to you - just has to be obvious as fuck or I will look at you crazy. Well. Once they figured that out - and also figured out that they either weren't my type, or I felt the same way about them (attracted to their body but not fond of them), they'd get angry and disappear. But I really don't miss them and that wasn't much of a loss. Just extremely annoying when already dealing with that from men.

Speaking of men...

I do not like having male friends in general. They are usually insensitive, have extremely narrow sets of interests, are impossible to talk to about cute little everyday things, and are horrible texters. Which is fine, that's probably how they are wired or something. It's just the reason why being in that wilderness area where other women don't want you around but men are not remotely fun, fulfilling or productive to talk is such... well, hell. That's before even mentioning the wretched types of guy "friends" who start making everything sexual and ruin the vibes. Some of them direct it at you, and others just drown you in their running commentary about other women which is just... ugh... get a hobby. Sadly, that's who I was stuck with for years. Got rid of them all over the last couple of years and have learned to thoroughly enjoy my own company. Friendship, though beautiful when healthy, should be the cherry on top in life - not the whole sundae. Mastering wholeness as an individual is a must.

[dentwy]

number 1: adventure time

don’t quite remember how old i was when i first watched adventure time, but i sure remember watching it a lot. back then you’d just hop on tv whenever you could and watch whatever was on at the time. thank grob for streaming sites! i say half ironically since HBO's release of adventure time is quite pathetic in fact, but i digress.

obviously with fionna and cake airing this year there’s been a big resurgence in adventure time online that i’m pretty fond of. although i don’t draw myself, i follow around 10k accounts on twitter that are mostly just artists because i love looking at nice pictures. there’s one caveat though, i’ve never actually seen the entirety of the show. who the hell is this grass finn? princess bubblegum and marceline ended up together? holy glob. and so, i felt it was time for me to get on my two ass cheeks and actually watch the show.

here is a brief (?) off the shelf summary on what that was like:

as it turns out as a younger-ish boy i had only seen up to season 4, with a few extra episodes here and there. this means the lich was definitely a thing, but that’s kinda where it ended. re-experiencing the episodes i knew so well was definitely more fun than i was expecting. most i know by memory already, others lowkey tried gaslighting me into thinking they were different from how i remembered. so that HBO thing? you can look it up on reddit and go into detail but in general terms, some of them are kind of a mess with how they’ve been edited and censored. i believe a bunch might just be from the tv versions in some countries? but i clearly remember watching them so...

usually there’s a couple of things they want to avoid: butt stuff (so some fart jokes and grabbing-things-with-butt scenes), stuff that’s kind of gross, things like ripping off the lich's face off, deaths (?) and other extremely specific stuff. at times you will get scenes cut off that you don’t realize (ill mention one in a minute) and others that simply cut off in the middle of dialogue or battle to jump into something else. in 2023 i don’t even think this is that excusable.

two episodes stood out as a sore thumb to me. "storytelling" the 5th episode of s2, and "princess cookie" on s4 episode 13. ill refrain from explaining the entire episodes but first one has this scene where our titular "mrs cow" makes her first appearance. as she is instructed to do, she removes the bag since she also is beautiful as everyone else, only to turn out she should put it back on. pretty funny stuff, especially for a 13 year old. this little gag is completely removed. poof. gone. i almost shit myself i thought i was going crazy. i’ve been a fan of calling random shit i’m lying about part of the mandela effect now but it genuinely felt like that.

second episode is one of a tragic story, of a tragic cookie. putting aside the fact i think a he/him cookie wanting to become a princess is fucking awesome, this one just sucks. at the literal climax of the episode (spoilers!!) as they are in the middle of the exchange the episode just randomly cuts off to the following scene with princess cookie in the floor, shattered. extremely jarring. and you don’t even get to see the most important part of the episode! goddammit.

either way i could go on details like this forever but it’s mostly just a gripe i had as i watched with HBO than the show itself, as i was actually having a lot of fun as, in the end, it’s the characters that make adventure time what it is.

finn and jake are characters that are very easy to endear yourself to. i feel they’re generally the simplest ones from the cast, but that’s what makes them most malleable. they’re likable dudes, bros for life. do you not wish to have someone that will follow you to the end of the world? in life and even death? nothing can break these two. distant lands' "together again" is probably one of my favorite episodes. it was 200 episodes ago that jake established their special signal to find each other again once they’re dead, and real bros don’t forget. it’s a beautiful episode that completely wraps up these two in the best way they could’ve done.

ice king is someone i would have never been able to appreciate when i was younger. maybe for the first couple of seasons yeah okay he’s an unlikeable prick, but man. simon petrikov is such a tragedy of a man. forced to live in his delusions for the rest of his life, unable to remember his loved ones, or to be loved. forever obsessed with finding those who are important to him, without the means to do so. i gotta say, i never put two and two together before getting around watching the entire thing - but fucking tom kenny? what a legend.

alongside ice king comes marceline, and what is there not to love about marceline. she carries such a teenage angst with her that feels so passionate. every song with her is a blast to listen. "woke up" from obsidian in distant lands has to be my favorite. "i'm just your problem" is up there in the classics and how to forget the fries song. living for 1000 years has to fuck you up so bad man. she carries such weight after so long. saving people, losing them, making friends, losing them. "i remember you" from season 4 is such an emotional episode i’m pretty sure i cried watching it. every single marcie / simon flashback holds so much importance to both characters, as well as the world itself. i’m always a sucker for father & daughter stories and these episodes hit a really special spot.

with marceline, comes princess bubblegum, which i have to say is probably my favorite character in the show. your honor, she’s silly. bubblegum (fucking bonnibel? really?) shares this aspect of essentially living for 1000 years, eventually needing to put things behind. main difference with her is the fact, you know, she’s made out of candy, and candy people don’t exactly die of old age as far as i know. however, being in the spot she is, she holds great responsibilities she sometimes feels she needs to deal all on her own. she is actually such a fucked up individual, messing with people emotionally (and specially finn) just for the sake of it, and sometimes showing her apathy for people. she’s dedicated to a fault, often ignoring other's feelings or beliefs. sometimes for the better, but also for the worse. one thing that remains with me for sure is the simple fact that she’s just adorable, and i’m a big fan of them giving her different outfits and hairstyles as much as possible, which is exactly why i present my tier list of bubblegum outfits & hairstyles:

the ones that didn’t make it in are either irrelevant, spoilers or forgot about. why not marceline? because everything she puts on is a banger. extra special mention to "the star". what a fucking queen.

the last tier list will be for every character in the show in no particular order, because i need to make my opinions permanent:

except i lied obviously it’s not every character. the ones that didn’t make it in i either don’t care about enough or are so minor i don’t even have an opinion on them (or i forgot).

s tier is the people i couldn’t have put anywhere else, they just go there by default. prismo is awesome too so he goes in.

for a tier i feel the only two i need to specify about are doctor princess, which i just find really funny, and huntress wizard, which i actually like a lot. i feel she was definitely the one that would’ve been best to end up together with finn.

b tier are cool characters, i like them enough that i think about them often or have something about them that really stood out to me. james baxter actually being a mispronunciation of "games bookstore" is really fucking funny.

c has all the pups because i like them :), abraham lincoln is also really funny. martin i think i could put lower, but simply because he’s relevant to the plot he goes here. i never liked finn insisting to call him his dad when he’s such a shit person.

d is filled with weirdos that have something about them that may make them stand out a little bit more or maybe had a scene or episode that was cool. i don’t like LSP at all, but she’s the like third most important princess so yeah that’s fine, i guess.

f is filled with people i don’t give a shit about. a bit crazy how most of the princesses end up being completely irrelevant. you lost to a fire dog slime princess, how does that feel.

with that out of the way, what i want to finish off is the general plot progression of the show. there’s something really special about adventure time that i’m not too sure other cartoons do the same way. it manages to hold such a consistency throughout its run time that’s almost impressive. besides the first season where tree trunks dies on episode 4 only to reappear later on and only bring up the fact she’s "gone" on season 2, the show always makes sure to reuse characters, keep them around and stay true to its own timeline. there’s a context in this world, stuff has happened already, and things will continue to change. it might take some time to get the answers to your questions, but you will get them eventually. the past is already set in stone and the future is already on its way to happen.

most characters will make at least a second appearance at some point, and a lot of them even become more relevant for that episode, which i find really cool. no stone is left unturned and it shows that this world is fully lived in.

it was a bit hard for me to nail down what i believe the theme of adventure time is, what it all means in the end really. because no, "going on adventures is fun" is not it. it definitely is fun don’t get me wrong, its episodic in nature and most episodes end up working on their own, but is there more to it than just bros having fun? my take on it (i haven’t looked it up so no clue what other people think or even the creators) is the passage of time, and growing up.

the most relevant characters are the ones that have been around for centuries, the ones that have seen the world change and that have changed it themselves. generations move by and time keeps going. jake has a family, a new generation that will follow him. finn doesn’t have anything because he died a virgin but still, the humans are and will be around after so many years.

it’s important to live in the moment, appreciate the people dear to us and have our own "adventure" while we can, and i think that’s really nice to get across. as it stands, adventure time has moved through generations and i hope it will continue to do so.

[deviousdemonzzz]

Hihi! Just found your blog and I absolutely adore it! Your aesthetic is like WOW

If I may request a yandere!Asmodeus fic with a female mc that would be great. If you could include dumbfication and spit, even better! Maybe marking and monster fucking? I hope it's not too much to ask.

Thanks in advance, have a lovely day!

𖤐 — 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐀𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐱 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐁! 𝐒/𝐨

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I saw the words "Yandere Asmodeus" and I immediately became interested. Yan! Asmo definitely treats his darling like a precious little doll that he can dress up and pamper. Just tell him how much you love him and he'll do ANYTHING for you. Anyways - thank you so much for the compliment and the request! I hope that this is what you were looking for. And I apologize for the wait! Personal stuff gets in the way sometimes y'know?

𝐂𝐖: NSFW, Yandere, Obsessive behavior, Non-sexual infantilization, Monster fucking, Spitting, Marking, Biting, Dumbification, Aphrodisiac, Dubcon-ish...yeah, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

𖤐 — 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬? 🕯

Yandere! Asmodeus who can't stop thinking about you no matter how desperately he may try. Textbooks are riddled with your name, declarations of love for you are carved onto the walls and the wood of his vanity, food and water only touch Asmodeus' lips if you have touched it beforehand, even the gallery on Asmo's phone and photo albums (usually dedicated to just pictures of himself) are now filled with nothing but you. Gifts? the narcissistic 5th born practically smothers you with them. His time? Just say the word and Asmodeus is by your side. Feeling down? Don't worry, Asmodeus is the first to reach you for his amber eyes are always watching you from afar, waiting for the moment that you'll look his way and run into his open arms. His heart and soul? Take whatever is left! It's yours!

Yandere! Asmodeus who can handle anything but the thought of you with someone else. Someone who would cling to you and laugh with you and smile at you and kiss you. More jealousy than blood would run through Asmodeus' veins at just the thought of it, pink and green nails always dangerously close to breaking skin as he'd claw worriedly at the nearest surface at the mere possibility of you being stolen away from him and his charming advances. But, Asmodeus is not a monster, he would convince himself, he would give you many chances to love him, his smile always being the first and last thing you'd see during the day when he would inevitably hide you away from prying eyes, a glorious cage surrounding you as if you were a rare and special bird that could and would only sing for Asmodeus. “Don’t cry, angel,” he’d coo, soft hands and manicured nails caressing the skin that chains had managed to turn sore and raw, “you have me. Isn’t that enough?”

Yandere! Asmodeus who treats you like a special little doll. Ribbons, bows, and outfits that showed enough skin to make you embarrassed would be lovingly placed on you, Asmodeus reminding you to just sit and still and be good ringing in your ears as he'd dress you in any way he liked. Makeup and skin care products would be applied to your skin, your hair would never go un-styled, and rose-scented baths would become almost routine, for there was no greater joy to Asmodeus than walking into his room and seeing you so obedient and so dolled up just for him. But, much like a doll, Asmodeus would also treat you as something fragile, something that would break at even the smallest amounts of pressure. Feeding yourself? What if you choke! Asmodeus should feed you instead. Carrying something? But oh darling what if you get hurt! Just let Asmodeus carry it for you. Drinking tea? What if it's too hot! Better let Asmodeus blow on it for you. Brushing your own teeth? Just let Asmodeus do it for you just this once and he'll stop crying over it, he promises!

Yandere! Asmodeus who knows that you can't resist how his aphrodisiac-infused spit makes you feel. Teeth will clash and your lips will risk the chance of becoming swollen and bruised at the force of which Asmodeus will kiss you, tongue entwining with yours until his amber eyes gleam at the way you're squeezing your thighs and rolling your little hips into his own. “Hehe, you look so cute,” Asmodeus would breathe, hands already reaching to rip away your clothes and reveal the cute lingerie that he had put on you earlier that morning, “I’m the only person you need. So, just let me make you feel good, okay?”

Yandere! Asmodeus who tells you that he knows you can handle the length and thickness of his demon cock, delicious ridges and all. Soft hands will be quick to fold you into any position they desire, amber eyes raking over you like a beast staring down prey as Asmodeus would rub the tip of his cock teasingly against your cunt. "Beg for it- tell me how much you need me," Asmodeus would gasp, hips already desperately trying not to hump into your wet heat and fuck you dumb like he knows you want him to deep, deep down.

Yandere! Asmodeus who never fails to tell you how cute you look fucked brain-dead on his cock, his words of praise desperate and muffled as he would say them between nipping and licking at your skin. "Feel that?" he'd hum, hands reaching up to apply pressure on the bulge his cock made in your stomach "Only I can make you feel like this, right? Right!?" and once Asmodeus would see you nod dumbly to his questions, already too tired and under his influence to say no, he would be quick to smile, his cute fangs practically gleaming as he would reward you with sloppy kisses filled with aphrodisiac. "Good girl, just don't pass out yet, okay? I still want to play with you some more."

You gave a startled yelp when Asmodeus’ soft hands grabbed at your hips suddenly, the skilled appendages spinning you over so that you lay across your front. Your breath caught in your throat at the swift movement, mind taken aback by the effortless strength Asmodeus possessed. Your mouth opened to speak but was silenced  just as quickly as hands then positioned you up onto your hands and knees. From this position you couldn’t see Asmodeus but you could feel him, his ominous and large presence settling at your back like a mountain. You were too vulnerable like this. Too open and powerless. 

Heat surged through you at how animalistic and primal the two of you must have looked with the avatar of lust mounted up behind you, like you were some kind of bitch in heat. A fist clenched around your throat and you gasped, your head being pushed down until your face was buried against silk sheets, your ass listed and completely at Asmodeus’ mercy. Fear surged down your spine, causing you to tremble. You whimpered, uncertainty growing within you. Maybe giving in to Asmodeus’ constant begging for your time wasn't a good idea after all…In fact, part of you couldn’t even remember how exactly you ended up like this, so bare and desperate.

It had only started with an invitation, an innocent one at that, that much you remember. All day your D.D.D seemed to have rang and buzzed with notifications of messages from the 5th born, all of them asking - no, begging - for just a fraction of your time. 

[Asmobaby]: 

Come on, just one night, please? ;( 

You’re not spending another day with stupid Mammon, are you? It’s not fair! 

Hellooo?

Don’t ignore me. 

I promise you won’t regret it! I even have a surprise for you! ♡

So please? Say yes? 

Some of the texts had been strange, unnerving even, but by the time your phone had buzzed for the umpteenth time, you had agreed to spend the night with Asmodeus. A self-care night. A special night, Asmodeus called it, a winky-face and heart following the text like always. But, it wasn’t until you were bombarded with the taste of cherry-flavored chapstick against your lips and strong, heart covered arms that held you against the door that you knew something was wrong. “Asmodeus!” you had gasped, head still reeling from the suddenness of which pink-tinted horns and unfurled black wings had greeted you, “What are you doing!?”. However, your question had not been answered, instead it was smothered in the form of a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss, a giggle of “just relax, cutie” being the only response you received before Asmodeus’ tongue continued to messily entwine with yours. 

An explosion of heat began to bloom in your belly then, quickly spreading out until your entire body was burning with it. Your mind went completely blank at the sensation – the confusion and surprise of being forced to be treated in such a way fading first into an afterthought before disappearing altogether. Within moments, you were completely overwhelmed, unable to think, unable to reason. Your cunt was pulsing, hot and slick up against the confines of your bottoms, wanting to be exposed and be touched, to be stroked, fucked, anything, anything at all. And before you knew it you were face down on Asmodeus’ bed, a wild, unhinged look in his amber eyes.

“You’re mine,” Asmodeus purred, his hot breath blowing against your nape as he hunched over you from behind. “Promise me. Come on, I want to hear you say it.” Something rough and thick prodded against the entrance of your pussy then, seeking entry. You froze, head whipping around to try and grasp the speed of what was happening around you. But it was too late–The tip of Asmodeus' cock already breached your walls, sliding in, stretching you. You cried out at the burn it caused, hips wiggling to ease the pain of the unusual pink and precum covered head entering you so suddenly. Asmodeus gripped your hips from behind, bracing against you. Preparing. You clenched your eyes shut, your body bracing for him to begin fucking you, hard and fast - he seemed the type who liked it rough after all. You reached back blindly, trying to grab for Asmodeus, to push him back. "Wait, hold on," you breathed in alarm, "It's too much! You're too big!" Yet even as you pleaded the words, your body seemed to delight in the feeling of every single movement.

Your muscles clamped around him, sucking him in deeper even though your mind panicked at his inhuman size, each ridge that sunk into you causing you to shake and gasp. Asmo's mouth found your ear, his voice strained as he panted and moaned sweet nothings, his image of being sweet and gentle suddenly diminishing right before you as his hips stuttered with lust. "Promise me!" the demon reminded you again, his voice demanding yet so temptingly sweet “I know you love me, so why won’t you just say it?” “You aren’t thinking about anyone else, right?” “Just me? Only me?” “I don’t need to fuck the thought of every other man out of your head, do I?” “Will you tell me you love me then!?”  One after another, questions flew at you so fast that you could hardly process them, fear slowly emerging once again within the pit of your gut only to quickly be diminished by the throb of Asmodeus’ cock that in one smooth movement, slid all the way into you until fully seated to the hilt. You screamed, stretched to the maximum, unable to do anything except accept him and moan. When he drew himself out again, you could hear the wet sucking noise your joined bodies made, your wetness coating his length all the way to the inhumanly thick base. In and out Asmodeus buried himself, roughly, almost desperately, as if he had finally pushed away all his remaining self-control and human-like qualities. Still fully behind you, his hips slapping up against your ass.

Delirious, you whined and pleaded indistinguishable words to him. Trying to push your weight back against him, wanting more, needing more. Asmodeus moaned at the feeling, his fangs scraping against your shoulder blade, nipping the skin gently. "Hehe, feels good doesn’t it?” Asmodeus questioned, fingers travelling nice and slow, leaving red marks in their wake as they traveled down to the V between your thighs, your sudden squeals of overstimulation doing nothing but creating more welts against your skin as Asmodeus’ skilled fingers suddenly began brushing against the hard nub of your clit as your eyes closed and your cheeks flushed. “I knew you’d love it, Darling” He coo’d “Who knew you’d look so cute all drunk on my special little kisses~” 

You wanted to respond then, to ask Asmodeus what he was talking about, but you could not, for the orgasm that ripped through you had you screaming into the blankets. Your cries echoing around the room as your pussy contracted around his hard flesh. Another climax followed, and then another. Each one stronger and more mind-shattering than the last, but never once did Asmodeus falter in his pace. Sure and confident, he took everything from you. Every little moan, whimper, spasm and plea. A firm hand fell upon your back, pressing down, making you arch so he could go deeper still. Demanding more.

Every nerve was on fire. Your body was so sensitive and raw that you didn't know how much more you could take from him. Completely lost, you looked up over your shoulder to him. Asmodeus' tall shape loomed above you, his back hunched like a wild beast in rut as his wings flared out behind him, his glowing eyes almost completely covered by his champagne-colored hair that fell in untidy strands. "I promise," you whispered to him, encouraging him. Brain too far gone to want anything but the pleasure that cascaded over you. You tried to remember what used to turn your ex's on during sex, of what used to make them wild in hopes that it would do the same for Asmodeus. "I want you to cum inside of me. I want you to, please!" So many emotions flashed across Asmodeus' face in that moment, his bright and fiery amber eyes opening wide as you begged. Surprise. Amusement. Lust. A hint of vulnerability. And then starkly cruel determination.

Asmodeus' eyes became deadly then, his pupils morphing into nothing more than a tiny dot, narrowed with dark intent and hunger. You wriggled, taken by surprise only for Asmodeus' entire length to plunge into you, finally and completely breaking the unknown barrier between your hearts and your bodies. His weight settled upon you, pinning you down, offering you no mercy. His sharper teeth clashed against the skin of your shoulder, breaking the delicate skin despite how often the demon whined that no harm should come to it. For what seemed like an age, he refused to let you breathe, to let you move or think. You were completely captured by him, relying on him for air and life itself.

His hips took up their pace again, the raw flesh of your pussy awakening and blazing to life as Asmodeus rammed into you, grinding in deep, riding hard, taking his pleasure. Your hands gripped the sheets with strained knuckles, your fingernails digging into the fabric. Asmodeus broke away from his rough kiss on your shoulder with a snarl, practically growling in your ear. "You're mine and only mine," he warned, Asmodeus' hand reaching for and tightening at your neck as if in reprimand. "I won't let anyone else have you." "I don't care!" you gasped, arching into him. "Take me! I'm yours!"

You don't know why you said it. Or how Asmodeus shuddered at the words. Or how his cock twitched in anticipation. All you knew was that you were on the brink of falling into an abyss of euphoria, completely lost to the world and reality. If he wanted to love you like this, then you would let him. If he wanted to destroy your soul, then you would let him have that too. Asmodeus succumbed to another growl, a sound more like a wild animal than a man. 

Your legs were spread wider by powerfully strong hands, whimpers of bliss leaving your lips as Asmodeus’ demon cock drove so deep that he brushed against the neck of your womb. His shaft throbbed, growing thicker within you, stretching you further. He's was close. He was going to cum. The fact alone was enough to send you hurtling over the edge and a white-hot orgasm flashed through you again. You wailed into the room, hips jerking as your sore pussy clenched around him. Asmodeus gave a snarl in return, hissing in warning before he began to spasm inside of you, his hot semen filling your channel and leaking out to seep down the curve of your thighs.

For a moment you feared it would never end. Yet at the same time, you hoped it never did. Your walls kept contracted around him, milking him.Shaking, sweaty and half-dead to the world, you slumped back against the covers, feeling thoroughly used. Satiated.

Through the din ringing in your ears, you heard Asmodeus speak to you, soft whispering against your ear, his words incoherent yet so sweet and caring. You didn't understand a single word. However, what you did understand was the sight of chains being locked around your wrists, the cool metal against your skin shocking you back to reality. 

“Hehe, now I can play with you as much as I want. Aren’t you excited, Darling? ♡"

2021 © Deviousdemonzz

[scarthefangirl]

Christmas cookies and clichés

Fred x fem!reader insecure

Description: This is my first time writing so have some mercy.| This is a Fred x insecure reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff at the end, mentions of body hate, self hate, feelings of worthlessness and fear, *MENTIONS OF SELF HARM*, (let me know if I missed any)

Note: Hogwarts is up to date with phones, texting, tiktok, also on weekends they can go out and about, and they can wear whatever outside of class. I GO OFF AMERICAN TIME. I am American so words may be off

Y/N: your name Y/H: Your house Y/L/N: Your last name Y/L/F/H Your least favorite house Y/W/S Your weight size Y/I your insecurity

The crisp winter air rushes around me, making me smile. I have always loved winter. All the shops lit up with lights and such. Christmas. Christmas cookies. And over Christmas break I stay with only a few people from Y/H. And Molly Weasley always sends me baked goods (well for Fred, but I am sure she doesn't mind, the letter says to share with me).

I also love winter because I can wear trousers. Sure in the warm weather we wear socks and skirts, but they show to much. I try hard to hide the tallies gathering on my thighs and hips, rising to my stomach. In the winter I can wear longer skirts and stockings.

Currently, I am walking down the streets of Hogsmade at 9:57 p.m, searching for a certain red headed boy. I am in my 5th year here, so I get a later curfew. I scan the shops searching for my boyfriend. As I pass Three Broomsticks, a group of y/l/f/h boys snickers as they throw a snowball at me. At least I thought it was snow. It is a chunk of ice, those gits. It hits my cheek and I feel a sharp pain. I feel blood trickle down my cheek slowly as I turn towards the boys. I want to push back, but fear corrupts my thoughts.

"Oi! Y/N?! Where is that Weasley at? Huh? Where is your little protector?" One boys snickers. I inhale sharply and try to walk past them. A shorter, rounder boy grabs hold of me and shoves my to the ground in front of the crowding boys.

"How is little miss Y/L/N? You must be rich to have enough money to pay Fred to keep dating you!" The round boy laughs. A taller, more mature, looking young man kicks my shin, not allowing me to stand.

"Yeah I wouldn't date you for anything. Not with how Y/W/S you are. Do you never/always eat?!" He says humorously. I push myself off the ground, pain stinging through the scratches on my hands. I shove them as I run past the group. Suddenly, walking out of Zunko's joke shop, Fred Weasley and George Weasley are walking towards me waving. They are to far to see the blood, and clearly they didn't see what happened behind Three Broomsticks. I think to myself. As they get closer I mentally panic. Fred would flip. Right? He does care about me. I start to doubt and quickly take off towards the road back to Hogwarts. I sprint back to Hogwarts hoping the twins aren't following and head to the Gryffindor dorms. I run past everyone in the common room and head to Hermione's dorm. I am/am not a Gryffindor I need to be in Hermione's dorm. She may be a year younger than me, but she has the greatest advice. I slam the door shut and lock it, Fred will know I'm here.

"What?! What on earth happened to you Y/N?!" Hermione shouts in panic. I hush her, before I burst into tears. I manage to explain what happened, still crying. Hermione comforts me, holding me close. "Fred loves you. If anything, your out of his league. And you are so pretty. Don't listen to those rotten boys." She says letting me go. "Now go back to Y/H (or your dorm) and clean up. I will help." She scolds like a mother. So we do and I shower and clean up my hands and cheek, leaving nothing but a bruised cut and sore bandaged hands. My knees are fine just a bit bruised, as well as my shin. Freaking boys. I go to bed early, not that I slept more, and tried to forget the past. I fell asleep after a few hours of crying and worrying.

When I wake up I put on my uniform and walk into the bathroom to apply makeup. I don't normally wear it but today I feel like it would help. I think back on what the boys said and can't help feeling insecure. Suddenly I think on everything everyone says. That I am ugly. They pick fun at Y/I. I remember hearing a group of Y/L/F/H girls say that Fred dating me is a prank and then they talked about the many reasons why I could never date Fred. And I think about the comments Fred has made. Never to be mean I'm sure, but as a joke. They still hurt.

I look in the mirror in disgust. I am so ugly. And Y/I- oh don't get me started. I decide to skip breakfast, even though I am hungry. I don't feel like seeing people. I go to my classes and make sure to avoid confrontation with anyone. Over the course of the day I make a hard decision. I have to break up with Fred.

The love of my life. My happiness and joy. My source of love. I am doing it for him, I remind myself. For him. He wouldn't want to date me. I can't blame him. So I am going to set him free. Out of our relationship. Only problem is, he is knocking on the door of my dorm.

"Y/N! I know you're in here! Let me in!" I hear his voice say sternly. I love his voice. It is so smooth and sweet.

"Come in." My voice is barley a whisper, but he heard. He walks in and his eyes meet my own tear stained ones. "Fred," I start.

"I already know." He says, his voice sounding rough. How could he know? "You are dumping me because You found someone else. Or-or I said something. Or I'm just not good enough." I gasp.

"No! No Fred! I'm breaking up with you because I-" I pause for a moment, should I really do this? "Because I am too awful for you. You are perfect and kind-and and funny! But I am stupid and ugly and to Y/W/S. You are just dating me cause your sorry for me. Well I am letting you go now." I say shakily, not meeting his eyes. "You're free now Fred." My voice breaks as I say his name. He uses his finger to lift my chin up, forceing my eyes to meet his.

"Why would I want that, love?" He says sweetly. I tell him everything. I can't handle bottling it up. All I needed was for him to ask. He looks sad as I tell him. Then angry. "I will kill those boys." He hisses. I hug him tightly.

"So you do love me." I say tears forming again. His expression changes to one of sadness.

"Of course! You are so pretty and beautiful. But what matters is how kind you are. You help anyone who needs it. You are always there to comfort me. You are so funny and charming. Your humour is one thing that made me fall in love with you. I love everything about you. You are so much more then enough. And I love your body. All of it. I want you to see what I see. And until you do I will keep letting you know what it is that I see." He hugs me tightly and rubs my back.

"Thank you. I love you too. Forever and always. Even though what you said is a bit cliché, don't you think?" He chuckles. After a moment of hugging Fred says,

"My mum sent Christmas cookies, want some?"

"is that even a question?"

And what was even more special is when those boys come into breakfast with very bright dyed-red skin.

[unknownwriting]

ｓｕｍｍａｒｙ- request: prom hc

ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒ ｓ- Portgas D. Ace, Sabo, Monkey D. Luffy, Trafalgar Water D. Law

ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ- underage drinking, besides that none :)

ａ/ｎ- so like I’m still a junior so I have no idea what proms like but I mean I seen a very movies sooo...I hope you still enjoy 💕

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Portgas D. Ace

Definitely the flustered type but he’s so unbelievably sweet about everything.

The classic type tho, showing up to give your roses and meeting your parents. Embarrassing by everything your parents say.

Ace was so sweet that your parents eve joke about y’all getting married and all that. It’s safe to say that the both of y’all left the house redder than the tie Ace was wearing.

As soon as y’all drove off tho, you were in total control of the date. All that Ace knew was what Garp and the others told them, so the rest of the night was all up to you.

Ace looked hella awkward when It came to the party. Ace is all down for a good party but a formal one, so not his thing. So a lot of the night he was following your lead.

Obnoxious eating? Yes. Drinking a lot? Yup. Passing out afterwards and scarring the shit out of the others? Of course, it wouldn’t be a party without it!

Y’all would met up Sabo and his crew and just goofed around for the most part. Sabo joked about y’all being a couple and all that, y’all would sneak off the pull pranks on the teachers, piss of the love-dovey couple, then did it all again

When it came to dancing, you and some other girls would go dancing while Ace and the others watch from the outside. When the slow dance came on you bet your ass your dragging Ace out.

Very lazy slow dancing, your hands wrapped around his neck with your face buried in the crook of it, while Ace’s hands rested on your bottom. y’all would sway back and forwards just embracing each and enjoying the warmth. and then once the song was over, the 2 of y’all would end with a passionate kiss.

The night was a pretty simple night, Ace wasn’t to into the party so he didn’t want to do much. As long as he was with you, he doesn’t care. You didn’t want to stay the whole night either, you just wanted to make your appearance hang out with the others a bit then leave.

Once y’all leave, y’all send the rest of the night as Ace’s place. Watching movies, ruining yalls clothes, then passing out in some tangled position. The drinks, food, and sore muscles is a problem for the morning

Sabo

Prom king and queen hands down. It’s just a known fact. Going with this man means the nights gonna be almost perfect.

Y’all would be the couple that has matching outfits. Like your dress with match Sabo’s blue tie, stuff like that. He would also spoil you as much as he could too when it comes to getting ready, like he’ll pay for you to get your nails and hair done.

And when it comes to the night of the dance he’ll pick you up, give you flowers, talk with your family, take you out to dinner, then y’all will arrive at the yall walk hand in hand to the ball room. As if y’all were royalty. From there on out, y’all let whatever happens.

When y’all arrive, Sabo was quick to find Ace and his date. You know damn well your not gonna enjoy the party without him. You didn’t mind tho, whenever the 2 of them are together crazy stuff always happens.

Not only does Sabo buddy up with Ace most of the night, but Ace is a social guy, having ties with a lot of people. So y’all spend a lot of the time hanging out with other people. Of course Sabo’s not going anyways where without his date. So if your not going Sabo ain’t either.

Not much time is spent on the dance floor because y’all are always with some group of people goofing off and talking. But once the slow dance comes on the 2 of y’all are definitely gonna be floor dancing.

Similarly to Ace, y’all have a very lazy dance style. Your hands around his neck and his hands wrapped around your waist. A few words would be exchanged between y’all but besides that’s y’all just enjoy each other’s embrace.

Y’all do end up staying most of the night. The plan was to leave a little after the slow dance after y’all had finished talking to everyone. Y’all were gonna join Ace and his date do a double movie date at their house. But everyone insisted y’all stay

So y’all end up staying bc luckily enough this is when y’all are named prom king and queen, it’s was mostly sabo who won but everyone still voted you too bc let’s be honest y’all are still a perfect couple.

But after the crowning y’all basically said your thanks you and all that then snuck off with Ace and his date to crash at their place.

It was a very active night with you and sabo talking with everyone and then being named prom king and queen. And as always to end a very active night, the 2 of y’all cuddle in each other arms and just savor the embrace of each other.

Monkey D. Luffy

Very spontaneous with this one. You don’t even know your going with him until like 3 days before. And he didnt event bother to ask you, someone brought up the question in which Luffy answered, “Oh, I’m taking s/o.” Never once did you hear anything about it

But although you had 3 days to buy a dress and schedule hair and make up appointments, you went anyways. A party with Luffy and the Strawhats, no way your were gonna miss out on this.

Now Luffy’s not as romantic as his brothers but he’s knows that he at least has to take you out to dinner, he mostly heard that from Grap and the others. However Garp seemed to forget to see Luffy when. But you got into the car you thought he just simply forgot, but it wouldn’t till after dance would he take you.

The dance it’s was a whole experience. You wouldn’t expect any less tho. With the strawhats involved it always a party that either ends in 2 ways: 1- in disaster or 2- not a planned at all.

To start of with, somehow they were able to find the alcohol?? Which shouldn’t even be on the school grounds?? And they were already drinking it like no tomorrow. Zoro was on his 5th glass already and Nami was in a drinking contest

Brook took control of the Dj booth was just playing songs at random, ‘big green tracker’ by Jason aldean then ‘kiss me more’ by Doja cat, then some classical track

Usopp and Franky were doing god knows what. Something to do with the lightings or something. Making the dance floor much more like a club. Sanji was chancing off a group of girls around the floor, and then finally Robin and Chopper were just in the back enjoying the food

They were all over the place but it’s what makes them the life of the party. Even though they were all over the place and doing their out think, Luffy was jumping around everywhere too but he still knows that y’all are on a date, so where ever he goes you follow behind.

This prom is definitely going down in school history. There is no way that people won’t be talking about it. Anything to do with the Strawhats goes down in history.

Of course unlike the others, y’all end up partying all night long and then crashing at some restaurants Luffy promised he’d take you. Although it wasn’t much of a prom date, you still enjoyed the time you spent with the others. And Luffy made sure to keep you close to his side all night long.

Trafalgar Water D Law

Law was that one cool senior, who had like a cool car and all that. With that being said, you were his 1 year younger lover. So while he doesn’t go to school anymore, he was still your date to prom.

Practically the talk of the school when y’all arrive, not because y’all are still dating but mostly because you were able to keep up with someone like him. With Law being cool he was still kinda a jerk, so having you with him was a relief

So law may be a jerk but he’s is a romantic one at least. Like sabo, he picks you up and gives you a bunch of flowers, he not to social with your parents but they are still cool with him. Then take you out to dinner

At dinner you joke about how he just left high school and now he’s back and how awkward it would be to see his old teachers. Of course, he doesn’t care. Law was more curious to see how the night played out. His senior year he didn’t go to prom so it’s the first with you.

When y’all first get to the party, Law’s pretty much glued to your side. Not because he find it awkward and uncomfortable but he just doesn’t know anyways besides the teachers. So you take him around and introduce him to all your friends.

Whether you introduced a boy or girl, Law kept a hand on you the whole time, almost as a way of saying that your his. This is when you first realized just how intimidating Law is. He really does seem to only have a soft spot for you. So when it come to dancing, Law stood near the wall letting you enjoy the dance floor with your friends without him.

He made sure to scare of any boy who got to close tho, as he watched you with such an intense gaze. However once the slow dance come on that all changed. You dragged Law out to the dance floor where y’all were both surrounded by a bunch of other couples.

Surprisingly for how much Law doesn’t say he’s not a good dancer he was amazing when it came to the slow dance. He was such a passionate dancing too, but so much love in the dance. With y’all’s hands intertwined and his hands resting on your hip and yours on his shoulder, the 2 of y’all swayed back and forward.

However once the slower dance was over, y’all really had no other reason to stay. So you law and a few other friends snuck out and just crashed at some bar where y’all celebrated both prom and graduation that was coming up soon.

Although Law already graduated, he would never miss an opportunity to share a drink and few heated kisses between his tipsy lover.

[fandom-blackhole]

Sinful Sunday THOTS

So I'm starting this so this more so for myself. I was thinking, I take everyone else THOTS, but why not share my own? So on Sundays from now on I am going to post a list of THOTS I had during the week that I wrote down!

This weeks in shorter because I just got the idea last night and wrote them all up delirious with no sleep, so sorry for mistakes, but other words enjoy!

Thank you @fuckyeahbeskar for talking about two of these THOTS with me, and for telling me I should post one of them because that is what gave me this idea 😘

Sinful Sunday Masterlist

Pairings: Paz Vizsla x Reader, Priest!Din Djarin x Reader, Ezra (Prospect) x Reader

Paz Vizsla x Reader

So I love sweet Paz and all but what about enemies to lovers Paz?

I've thought about this one for awhile...

So you are part of the mandalorian tribe that Paz and the remains of his tribe had joined. Immediately you and Paz started fighting, you weren't sure why, but just something about him rubbed at you. It wasn't uncommon for others to walk into a room and find you and Paz butting heads, literally. The two of you had been separated multiple times by the leader of your tribe and the armorer, just to keep you both from killing eachother. Eventually you decide to just start avoiding him and ignoring his presence, tired of fighting over stupid things. Unfortunately that lasted only a month before your leader called you into the armory for an assignment. He told you that you were being sent on a supply mission along with one of the warriors from the other tribe. You nodded and didn't think much of it until you were preparing the ship and Paz came strutting towards you. All you could do was clench your teeth and cross your arms asking him why he was here. He had only stared at you for a minute before saying, "I've been assigned to the supply mission." After that he finished loading the ship before heading to set up the controls. You just growled and sent a comm to your leader saying that if you survived this mission you were going to kill him.

The supply mission was to take two weeks, one to the planet where the supplies were stored and another to get back. The first two days the two of you stayed away from eachother. But on the third day the two of you started butting heads and arguing. On the 5th day Paz had managed to corner of of the ship and pin you to the wall, and in that moment you hated how flushed and hot you felt. You had to end up taking a cold shower to calm down.

When the two of you finally reached the planet and loaded the ship with supplies you were glad to be able to take some time away from Paz as you wandered the market while he was off bartering with the merchants. You made sure to take your time before walking back to the ship to find Paz FUMING. You just shrugged past him and onto the ship, totally ignoring his angry words about you being late and being an idiot and so on.

The first day back in hyperspace was spent avoiding eachother again, but that night you were over come with the need to touch yourself. You hated it but as you played with your clit all you could imagine was Paz’s body pressed against yours, pinning you in place, how he would feel slamming into you. Much to your frustration you came with a long groan of his name.

The next day found you and Paz fighting again unsurprisingly, but this time was different. This time, Paz once again pinned you to the wall before leaning down and whispering in your ear, "You know the walls of this ship are thin, and I could hear every moan last night. Was I mistaken when I heard my name as well?"

Could you only reply breathlessly as he moved his thigh between you legs, "You fucking wish Vizsla." And he leaned down close, bumping his helmet with your own as he pushed his thigh against you and whispering something quietly under his breath before saying, "Mmm maybe you need to be punished for lying." He immediately spanked you, and you couldn't help but moan and you could feel his smirk as he did it again. Before grabbing your ass roughing and saying that you were going to be sore tomorrow, he was going to make sure of it. Paz took no time at all before pulling you pants down and turning you around to face the wall. You angrily started to protest, but was immediately shut up with another smack to the ass, with which you could only moan brokenly. You heard Paz chuckle,, before spanking you again, before rubbing a hand over your flesh. Then he harshly pulled you back into his chest and kicked you feet apart before immediately pressing his glove covered finger tips to you clit. Paz then told you, "Im gonna make this pussy weep for me until you are begging for my cock." And he kept his promise. Paz brought you orgasm after orgasm and by your fifth you were already starting to beg him. He only growled in your ear and slapped you pussy saying, "You can do better than that. Beg. Me." You tried again, but it also result in another harsh slap. This time you let out a broken sob and whined out, "Please, fucking please pleasepleaseplease, Paz give your cock... I need to feel it inside of me so badly. Fuck me pleaaaassseeee."

And before you could even take a breath you felt him slam his enormous cock into you. You could only whimper at the stretch and curse Paz. He only chuckled and wait a few seconds, detailing everything he wanted to do to you before he started pounding into you so hard you could barely stand or think straight. Paz didn't let up and railed you through several more orgasms before he came deep inside you himself.  Afterwards he carried you to bed and mockingly said, "Goodnight cyare."

The rest of the trip was spent with petty fights ending in fucking eachother senseless and by the time you arrived at the covert you found yourself somewhat disappointed that this was all going to end. But you were shocked when Paz turned to you after he had landed the ship and asked, "Marry me?"

You only smirked and said back, "Give me a good reason too, di'kut."

You heard him growl, before he pulled you onto his lap and said, "So I can look you in the eye as I fuck the life out of you, so I can finally shut that mouth of yours up with my cock down your thoat."

Let's just say that the other mandalorians avoided the ship for a few hours as they heard moans coming quite loudly from inside. The Armorer and the tribe leader both nodded to eachother and let out a sigh glad that they wouldn't have to deal with your shit anymore.

(In this THOT i also imagine Paz being absolutely infatuated with you from day one, and those feelings that rub at you is just intense attraction that you don't want to acknowledge. The Armorer and tribe leader set the trip up to try and push the two of you together so they didn't have to deal with the sexual tension so thick it could kill anyone that walked past. In the end the are fucking relieved it worked, though a little too well lmao)

Din Djarin x Reader

So Priest!Din thot....

After Sunday service one week you ask him innocently if he would like help cleaning up the chapel. Din smiles and says yes thank you. You wave your family to go ahead and wait for Din to finish speaking and saying goodbye to the parishioners. When the last woman leaves, little old Mrs. Taylor, he waves you inside. The two of you work in relative silence as you put away all the hymnals and bibles, the only noise being your movements and your own humming of one of the hymns from that day's service. By the time the two of you made it to the front of the chapel, you turn to eachother and pause looking at eachother before you both lean forward for a sweet kiss. When you pull back you smile at Din, before biting your lip and saying, "That was a beautiful service today, Father Djarin."

You could see Din's eyes dark the second you uttered his title. The look he gave you sent a warm shiver down to your lower belly. Then he reached forward and pulled you close whispering, "Only the best for my flock, my child." You couldn't suppress the small gasp that passed your lips as his hand moved to your hip backing you up until you felt your back hit the altar. You were shocked even more when Din suddenly lifted you and put you on the altar and immediately rolled you dress up your thighs whispering about how much he has been aching to feel you again. Din stops suddenly when he finds you missing your panties and he moans before grunting out, "A sinful temptress who just continues to seduce me with her wicked ways..." Then he's crashing his mouth on yours as he works to open his belt and pull out his aching cock. You can only meal against him he slowly slips into you. He stays fully seated inside of you for a minute, breathing harshly into you neck before pulling back to meet your eyes.

"You have no idea what you do to me, sweet girl. You.....you have consumed my every waking moment, and I cannot stop these sinful thoughts of you." Then he dives back down into the kiss as he starts pounding into you, muffins your moans and whines with his mouth. The two of you fuck passionately and full of forbidden love as you desecrate the altar of the most holy. Din praises and worships you and your body as if you were the diety he pledged his life too. When the two of you were thrown into the ultimate pleasure you met eachother's gaze and spoke the words you both wish you could say aloud.

Ezra (Prospect) x Reader

My Ezra THOT of the week....

Just a preface, Ezra has a prosthetic arm in this THOT...

You were a rather skilled prospector. You had almost a sixth sense for good dig spots and that made you raise through the ranks rather quickly. Even though you were valuable, you still were never able to hit a dig that allowed you to be payed enough to finally settle down. You were hoping this dig would be different. You'd been hired by a bigger company, and was going down to the planet with a crew of roughly 15. The way your employers had explained it, you all would be split into groups of three and whatever your group mined would be split into four, parts for the three of you, and one for the company. It was the best deal you had gotten, ever. The day you were to go to the moon you climbed aboard the shuttle and took a seat next to a man with a charming smile and a unique blonde patch. While waiting to leave the two of you became acquainted and learned his name was Ezra.

As it turned out, Ezra and you had been paired up in a group, along with a woman named Shelby. You also learned that Ezra was very much a talker and loved to please. Shelby got annoyed with his constant chatter, but you found yourself smiling softly and occasionally responding to his poetic words with sentences as graceful as you could make them. Loving the smile Ezra would shoot your way when you did. You also came to realize that Ezra would give nicknames to those that he latched onto and you learned quickly that he had dubbed you to be sunflower. At night the two of you would speak, sharing stories until Shelby would forcefully shut the lantern light out on you both telling you to shut the fuck up.

As grumpy as Shelby was, you were still hurt when one afternoon she disappeared for hours. Worried Ezra had gone to look for her only to come back with a grim look and a shake of the head. The two of you didn't speak the rest of the night, paranoid and not wanting to leave the other alone for a second. A few days later found you waking from sleep in a could sweat and with Ezra holding your face softly whispering reassuring words. That was the first night the two of you shared a cot, and after that it became a nightly occurrence. Eventually two of your three and a half month stay had passed and you found yourself looking up as Ezra walked into the shared tent after his shower in the communal space, he was shirtless and you watched as water dripped from his hair down his chest. He had immediately met your gaze and you blushed and turned back to your book quickly. You were shocked when you ft a finger trace you cheek, not having heard him approach. Then he spoke up and said, "Sunflower, I want you to promise me that if I cross a line, you will tell me. I in no way want to make you uncomfortable." You had only looked up at him confused. He responded by gently taking your book and setting it aside, before turning back to you and leaning in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away, before he softly brushed his lips against your own. Whwn you didn't pull away, Ezra dived in and pushed the kiss further. Soon you found yourself sitting in Ezra’s lap, stipped of everything but your under clothes, and makeout passionately with the man who has haunted your thoughts since you heard his voice. You instinctively started grinding against Ezra as you started to feel a pressure in you belly, that resulted in him groaning and grabbing your waist before pulling back slightly and looking you in the eye. He traced your skin for a second, causing goosebumps to erupt everywhere before he whispered, "May I ask a favor, my bright sunflower," you only nodded in response before he rushed out quickly and not as poetic as you are sure he would have liked, "Sunflower, please, for the love of Kevva, climb over me and place those sweet lips above mine." You sat there confused for a second before it clicked and you shyly asked him, "You want me to sit on your face?" You say his eyes dilated as he nodded shakily and whispered out a singular, please. You could only nod and he gave you the prettiest smile as he flopped back onto the bed before just completely rippling you panties off of you. You could only whine as he pulled your hips up. Ezra made sure you were making eye contact with him when he picked a broad striped along you slit with a groan and several muttered words. Ezra repeated that a few times before he stopped at your clit one pass and sucked it into his mouth. You could only choke out his name roughly before he just started eating you out like there was no tomorrow. At one point he as you were getting closer he pulled back long enough to tell you not to hold back anything, to tell you to grind against his face. You only moaned in response before he pulled you down onto his mouth and dipped into you again. It didn't take you long to start gasping out his name, and when Ezra reached up and grabbed your breasts, pinching your nipples, you felt your eyes roll back as you came all over his face as he continued his ministrations dragging out your orgasm as long as you let him. When you finally came back to your body you found yourself laying on the bed and Ezra naked next to you already dozing, having cum from his own touches while he was tasting you.

[harianasavenue]

good girl - jeff wittek

a/n: i rushed through this tbh LOL. i hope y’all enjoy! <3 

1.2k words asf <3 

summary: you tease jeff, causing him to be sexually frustrated so he takes it out on you! 

warnings: smut lol 

jeff slams you against the door as soon as he shuts it, kissing you hard. you’ve been teasing him all day, knowing it would work him up. working him up = roughing you up in bed. 

his hand slides down your body, sliding inside of your underwear. he rubs your bundle of nerves in circles, applying pressure. he’s going at a painfully slow pace. 

“faster, jeff.” you whine into his mouth, knowing damn well he isn’t going to do as you say.

“i don’t think so, pet. you were pretty bad today. you do as i say, understand?” he clarifies. you were in for it. 

you nod looking up at him, him staring back at your with a harsh glare. you were excited for what is to come. 

“tell me you understand, y/n.” he says, adding a dominant tone. 

“i understand, jeff.” you comply to his harsh tone, knowing not to mess with him at this time. this time is his time to dominate you and do whatever he pleases, with your consent of course. 

he rubs faster, and you’re getting closer to your release. he can tell when your moans are getting louder and louder. your legs are shaking, so close to coming.. but then he stops. 

you whine, looking at him with rage. you were close to saying something but he gave you a look saying ‘watch your mouth’. 

you bite your tongue and look down. he picks you up and kisses you. he leads you guys into the bedroom and throws you on the bed. he crawls on top of you, kissing you. 

his kisses soon move down from your face to your chin to your neck to your collarbones and so on, until he is in your intimate area. you buck your hips, but you are soon pushed down because of his strong arm pushing you back, flat on the bed. 

he removes your dress, leaving you in just underwear. he looks at you, taking it all in. he sighs, trying to decide what to do to you. 

his mind is racing with all the things he could do to you. “should i eat her out and make her come until she sees stars or should i just fuck her so she won’t walk for a week?” he thought to himself.

he decided to go for both. you teased him, so this is payback for it. 

he removes your last article of clothing and licks a bold stripe up your p*ssy. you moan out, and that sends him into a frenzy. he starts sucking on your clit, licking up and down, side to side. 

you’re moaning so loud, you would be surprised if your neighbors don’t say something. 

he slides a finger into you, while sucking on your clit. curling them, sliding them in and out. he stops sucking on your clit, and starts licking around, trying his best to make you feel good. 

he curls his fingers a little bit more, and your legs wrap around his head. 

“there it is..” he says, referring to your g-spot. by this time, your legs are trembling around his head, your abs are clenching, you’re clenching around his fingers. he rips is mouth off of your intoxicating p*ssy.

he keeps fingering you, coming up to kiss you. you kiss back, but he starts finger fucking you. his fingers curling inside of you and you’re so close to your release. you’re moaning into his mouth his other hand comes down to rub your clit and that does it for you. 

you’re shaking around his fingers, him still going the same pace. you start squirting, which is the first time you’ve ever done that. you’re on cloud nine, it feels like heaven. almost like an orgasm times 10. the best feeling you have ever felt in your life. 

you’re moaning into his mouth. he looks shocked, almost as if it was his best accomplishment in his life. to be fair, this is the first time this has happened, so naturally it would give him an ego boost. 

he slows down, looking up at you. you look fucked out, but you know you were far from over. 

he fingered and ate you out about 2 more times, pulling 2 more orgasms out of you. he was about to go for another one, but his prick was hard and in need of release. if he doesn’t get that soon, he’ll go crazy. 

he removes all his clothes, and you look up at him. he looks so sexy from this angle, it makes you want to suck his dick, but he wouldn’t let you. 

he rams into you, causing you to scream out. he covers your mouth, him groaning. 

“good girl, taking me so well, pet. so proud of you, just one more.” he says, praising you.  

you’re so tired, but you don’t want him to stop. you loved these kinds of nights. they consisted of him railing you, eating you out, cuddling and kissing all night long, causing you to cancel your plans for the next day, hoping to rest up from the long night of fucking.

he’s pounding into you, him hitting your g-spot everytime. this causes you to have your 4th orgasm that night. 

he’s at his halfway point, so you know you might have another orgasm. 

he smacks your ass, causing you to yell out, almost moaning. you were so overstimulated, you might explode if he doesn’t come soon. 

he sees this and he decides to egg it on. his hand comes down to your clit, rubbing it as fast as he could, this causes you to squirt and orgasm for the 5th time that night. 

he spills into you and pulls out, laying down beside you. he kisses your forehead and hugs you. you’re both super sweaty and gross. 

“let’s go shower, yeah?” he suggests, mumbling into your forehead. 

“yeah. just a minute let me catch my breath, jeff.” you say, laughing. 

after a few minutes you guys stand up, you almost falling over from how sore you were. he looks at you, biting his lip. 

he holds your hand, helping you to walk into the bathroom. 

“round 6?” he says jokingly, causing him to get a slap across the head. you roll your eyes.

“ i can barely walk and you want me to have sex with you again?” you say, complaining. he laughs and you laugh with him. 

after showering, you guys lay down on the couch, cuddling. 

“i love you”

“i love you too, jeff” 

“i love nerf more, though.”