#damn its 4 am why did i answer this now

[sossolei]

things that have helped me shift ⊹₊⟡⋆

DISCLAIMER, Just because I have shifted before doesn’t mean I am the Library of Alexandria. I’m a person just like you, learning as I go so I don’t have the answer to everything but I do try! I’m also not saying any of this will absolutely, 100% make you shift, but hopefully it can provide some perspective or insight into something you hadn’t thought about! !!! ANTIS DNI !!!

LANGUAGE — I’ve noticed since I first got into shifting that shifters will talk about/treat these realities like fanfiction or a role playing kinda thing??? It confused me before I had shifted because if this is real then why are people talking about themselves in the third person, or referring to others as “npc/non main characters”, or scripting in some crazy trauma for “fun”??? If you read anything of mine, you will notice I do not use words like “main character” or even “desired reality” because for me personally, it’s just reinforcing in my mind that this is not something that’s real or even close to something I can achieve.

Cut out third person language entirely. Stop referring to your “failed shifting attempts” as such, in fact, stop referencing it AT ALL. Stop keeping track. Stop referring to people in these realities as “main characters” or “npcs.” Stop coming back from an attempt thinking “damn I didn’t shift.”

INSTEAD, start saying that you shifted every time you attempt. “But I woke up in my O.R” who says? only you have a say in whatever reality you want to live in. Fake it til you make it. Start talking about people as they are, people. Use their names or nicknames. Watch a TikTok and think to yourself “yeah I’d send this to them.” FEEELLLLL IT. MAKE IT REAL TO YOUUUU.

LOGIC — After successfully shifting, I don’t tend to think about the “science” or “spiritual” side anymore BUT this is the logic that makes the most sense to me and is the simplest explanation I can think of. When you wake up in the morning, do you first check your phone or stand up to brush your teeth or stretch? Whatever path you choose is a shift in your reality. Every single choice you’ve ever made is a shift in your reality. As far as you know, if you checked your phone instead of stretching, you might pull something later on in the day that you wouldn’t have pulled had you stretched. But you didn’t. And now there’s a reality where you stretched, did the exact things, and didn’t pull a muscle because you stretched that morning.

THAT is reality shifting in its simplest form.

Manifesting can even be considered reality shifting because you’re shifting your current consciousness into one that is receiving said manifestion. The universe is infinite. Do not let the constrictions of others constrain you too.

“Yeah you can shift realities but not to those fantasy places like hogwarts, that’s not possible” why not? If you’ve just admitted can shift realities, why are “fantasy” realities so different to you? Because HERE in THIS reality, they are fantasy. In that reality, it is everyday, it is normal, it’s just another Tuesday. Shifting is simply becoming aware of your consciousness in another reality, similar to switching characters in video game like The Sims 4, from one plumbob to another and yes, that easy.

MEDITATION — You don’t need anything to shift realistically, but the one thing I recommend for anything is meditating. It’s a skill and, like any other, one that can be refined and perfected over time. Learning to get into a state of pure consciousness is a practice that existed for centuries, anybody can do it and doing it will only ever benefit you. You can meditate when you wake up, before you fall asleep, when you’re sitting up, WHENEVER! I’ve always felt better after a meditation, shifting related or not. It also helps me feel better when I don’t end up shifting because at least I’ve honed in and practiced that meditation technique, yk? Positives in everything!

OTHER PRACTICES — If nothing else, I recommend trying different spiritual practices and adding a lil sprinkle of shifting in there! This applies to religion as well in case that isn’t clear lol. If you don’t follow any specific spiritual practice, try pegan spell work (with protection and research ofc), research any herbs that aid in things like enhancing spiritual energy. If you pray to a God, you can “work” with your God in a sense to aid you in this personal journey, whether that be through journaling or actual prayer, prayer is an amazing manifestion technique and I do believe it can help with reality shifting considering it’s not against any religions. And if you don’t want to do any of this, come up with something for you and you only! A ritual can be anything you make it. You decide what works for you at the end of the day.

REMOVAL — This helped me the most in my opinion, I completely stepped away from online communities doing anything with reality shifting ( specifically shifttok ) and followed my own intuition of how to go about shifting, doing shadow work to figure out any blockages/questions I had, and just overall made shifting fun again for myself! The main thing I did was learn more about manifesting because the manifestion community does NOT play, they do not believe in limitations and they love LOA(ssumption) which is my fav so!

LUCID DREAMING — Not the actual act of lucid dreaming but learning about lucid dreaming and astral projection really makes you understand that anti shifters are so ignorant to what these things actually are it’s insane! People didn’t even believe that you could control your dreams 10-20 years ago, they genuinely thought dreams were just something that happens to you. Nowadays, we obviously know that you can control your dreams but this is just proof that nobody knows what they’re talking about fr. I guarantee you, a few years from now, people are gonna be talking about reality shifting the same way they talk about lucid dreaming, CASUALLY. Reality shifting is not some big thing of grandeur that only “special” people can do, the same way everyone can lucid dream, is the same way everyone can reality shift, and astral project.

All this is to say, stop fucking listening to other people LMAOOO. That’s gonna be my advice every single time because too much of anything will become a problem. Advice is good when you’re starting out and I don’t mind giving advice on that, but nobody knows you better than you know yourself, even if you don’t think you know what to do, I PROMISE you on everything, you know what’s best for you. You know what works, and you know what doesn’t, YOU KNOW. Believe yourself. Nobody else matters.

“you are the light. it’s not on you, it’s in you. don’t you ever in your motherfucking

life dim your light for nobody.”

[whorelaud]

꒦꒷ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 birthday sex ¿¡

pairing bf¡drew starkey x fem¡reader

summary just reader dealing with horny drew while hes away on his birthday

contatins fluff, slightly suggestive, age gap, drew texting like an old man!!

a/n little birthday texting oneshot because i love him so much agh!!

word count 702

ml <3: Where is my happy birthday?

You grinned, perking up when you noticed the message you received from your boyfriend. You typed in a quick response, knowing how sulky he gets when you take long to reply, especially when he’s away. 

You: okay damn straight to the point

You: it hasnt even turned 12 yet :( 

ml <3: Gurl 

You: men used to go to the war

You: now they have sass competitions w/ their girlfriends 😒

ml <3: Lolll 

ml <3: That’s not funny

You: why are you loling then old man

ml <3:: Hey! I’m not that old

You: well

You: u JUST turned 31 

You: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABYYY I LOVE YOU

You: I wish I can see you :( 

ml <3: Hahaha thank youuuu!

ml <3: I love you beautiful 

ml <3: I can't wait to land I miss my pretty girlfriend 

You: stawppp blushes like a slut

ml <3: ??? Excuse me! 

ml <3: Proof? Send picture

You: u nasty

You: are u into that degrading shit

ml <3: I mean

ml <3: I don’t mind it 

ml <3: If you like it then I do and if you don't then it’s okay. Either way I am happy as long as you’re content baby!

You: stop why’d u take that so srsly i was joking

You: is this the perks of turning 31

ml <3: Ugh 🙄

ml <3: You always do this!

You: ugh ure so cute i cant believe ure 21

You: 31* oops

ml <3: Are you shaming me for growing now?

You: no i love u

ml <3: You* 

You: i have a surprise for u

You: i cant wait for u to land 

ml <3: YOU HAVE A SURPRISE FOR ME??? 😇

You: yeahahh 

ml <3: What is it

ml <3: Please show me Please Pleaseeeeee

You: its a surprise i cant :( when u get home i swear!

ml <3: Did you get me condoms? 

You: pardon me!

You: when have i ever gotten you condoms for ur birthday

ml <3: 😏

You: get that skunky face off my screen

ml <3: 😒

You: LMAO 

ml <3: Tell me!

You: i cant baby that will ruin the surprise 

ml <3: Are you like… 

You: ??? am i what

ml <3: did you actually get me condoms

You: why do u keep bringing up the condoms is it on ur birthday wishlist or something

ml <3: It’s not a bad present 

You: DREW. 

ml <3: Can we fuck when I get back

You: oh

ml <3: Ugh I miss you

ml <3: Jus’ thought about fucking you and now I’m horny

You: are u like

ml <3: Am I what baby

You: are u trolling ahaha is this a joke

ml <3: …

You: drew omff

You: why would you say that

ml <3: Sorry baby

ml <3: Fuck I miss your lips

You: which ones

You: i take that back please dont answer

ml <3: Both

ml <3: Can we have birthday sex please

You: hello??? where did that come from

ml <3:: Sorry I’m horny

ml <3: Do you think it feels different from normal sex

You: well if i had to guess it would probably be more thrilling, maybe?

ml <3: We should test out that theory

ml <3: Verify whether it’s true 

You: shush omg

You: u suck

ml <3: My dick

ml <3: can you suck my dick when I’m back

You: omg shut up

ml <3: Is that a no? :( 

You: yeah… ur 31!!! too old 4 me

ml <3: Nah you're right I could be your father

You: k its not that bad

You: it’s only 4 years

ml <3: 6*

ml <3: actually

ml <3: 7 now what the fuck

You: STOPP 

You: ure so cute please marry me 

ml <3: Lol 

ml <3: I’m horny

You: drew omg

ml <3: Should I rub one out in the plane bathroom?

You: 🤦‍♀️

You: just wait until ure back 

ml <3: Wait

ml <3: WAIT AXTUALLY? 

You: WHAT

ml <3: ARE YOU BEING SERIOUS

ml <3: Omg I am so Excited 

You: loser 

ml <3: So, birthday sex yeah?

You: i hate you

ml <3: i love you too baby 

[sgiandubh]

I love your style, intelligent, down to earth, very practical, not in the 5-10 children in 7 years part of the fandom. Guess that’s why I’m very intrigued by your take on recent events. I feel a massive shift in their public behavior, very different from the last 6-7 years where they tried very hard to separate themselves from their characters and each other. Why do you think that is?

Dear @i-ship,

Thank you very much for the kind words. I try to keep things in check and base my opinions on solid facts. Not 'FACTS', mind you, but as much as possible publicly available documents and data. The not so public things (meaning you have to pay for those, which indicates a different confidentiality level) I keep for myself, because I am not an idiot: in no way, however, do they contradict the rest, in which case I would immediately recalibrate my analysis. I also know very well that confirmation bias has often been mentioned as a sad excuse across the street, when things didn't look good for them. That is wishful bullshit, because no legal professional would prostitute their skill in order to shoehorn reality into a given scenario. Papers speak by themselves - there is no need to stretch the information they contain, but yes, you can (and you should) interpret them. Therefore, all I did was to translate in everyday English what is often not accessible to everyone and wrap it in a bit of context. This is, apparently, a mortal sin and I know it is the main reason I am being hated with a passion, by many.

All of the above just to stress the fact that I am not easily swayed by sensational pics, tidbits and gifs. I may sound like a damned party pooper to you, but I prefer to patiently follow what I think is interesting, rather than childishly bounce on my chair every single time people see what they really saw a thousand times before, in eleven years of saga. Nor do I need to have confirmation four times a day of something that simply exists, irrespective of the fact I know about it or not.

I will say only this: C definitely looks as she DGAF about the whole circus anymore. It started with the piggyback pics, on March 25, continued with the Taylor Swift concert (the only time I allowed myself to oooh and awww at 4 AM) and is now seemingly confirmed by these new promo pics and interviews. Yes, they screeched 'it's fan service', but as far as I know nobody forced C to behave the way she clearly intends to show everyone. It's Season 7B, for Christ's sake, the script is hogwash and the acting is not so good (yes, I will need a rewatch to write something decently balanced about it), the audience numbers are dwindling and OL is on its way out. Hard truths, no matter how you turn it: why would she open again the door to 'speculation' (ah, but what's in a word?), especially considering this cesspool of a fandom's obsessive-compulsive collective behavior?

Unless...

Unless, @i-ship. Let's not write the script, but you got me. I hope this answers your question - at any rate, it was a pleasure trying to.

[tinyshyteacup]

TW: Cussing

A:N: I do not understand this culture, heavy use of google, if anything is offensive or incorrect, please let me know so I can adjust -T.S.T.

Part 4

Spare Parts - Part 5

The calavera sat between you on the table, its bright colors catching the dim light. Coco was leaning back in his chair, one arm slung over the backrest, his other hand holding a half-finished beer. You, on the other hand, sat stiffly, your fingers wrapped around a few crumpled bills.

"Take it," you said for the third time, pushing the money toward him.

Coco didn’t even look at it. He just smirked, shaking his head. "Muñeca, I told you—it’s a gift."

"And I told you I don’t like owing people," you shot back.

That made him snort. "Owing people? You think I’m ‘people’ now?" He put on a mock-offended look, one hand over his chest. "Damn, chiquita, that hurts."

You frowned, trying not to let his teasing throw you off. "That’s not what I meant."

Coco’s smirk didn’t waver. "Yeah? Then what do you mean?"

You hesitated, fingers curling tighter around the money.

Coco finally looked at you—really looked. His smirk faded, his gaze sharpening with something quieter, something that said he was paying attention in that way he always did when he wasn’t pretending not to care.

You swallowed, glancing away. "It’s not about you, it’s just—"

Coco hummed, tilting his head. "It is about me, though."

Your stomach twisted. "Coco—"

"Nah." He tapped his fingers against the beer bottle. Coco’s gaze didn’t waver. "What is it, chiquita? What’s got you thinking you can’t let me do something nice for you without payin’ it back?"

You clenched your jaw, hands tightening into fists on your lap. The air around you felt heavier now, the usual teasing edge in Coco’s voice gone. He wasn’t just fucking around anymore—he’d noticed something, and he wasn’t letting it go.

"It’s nothing," you said, too quickly.

Coco arched a brow. "Yeah?" His tongue ran over his teeth, considering you. "That why you go stiff every time someone gets too close? Why you don’t let me touch you ?"

You flinched.

Coco clocked it instantly.

For once, he didn’t make a joke.

Instead, he just exhaled through his nose, looking away for a beat. "Mierda," he muttered under his breath. When he looked back, Coco could see the gears turning in your head.

Coco exhaled. "Mira, muñeca, I get it. You see me, you see the kutte, you see the ink…" He gestured vaguely to himself. "All that bad guy shit that make people nervous. You ain’t the first." He tilted his head. "But I don’t think that’s really it, huh?"

Your fingers tightened around themselves. "I—I don’t think you’re a bad guy."

Coco let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "That’s the wrong answer, cariño." His tone was light, but something sharp flickered in his gaze. "I am a bad guy." He leaned closer, slow and easy, watching you carefully. "Pero, I ain’t your bad guy."

Your throat tightened.

You looked down at the table, picking at the edge of a napkin. "I just don’t like being in someone’s debt," you mumbled. "That’s all."

He just let the silence stretch between you.

Coco let out a slow breath, running a hand over his face. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter, more careful. "You know, muñeca, not everything’s a trade."

You swallowed. "Feels like it is."

Coco was quiet for a beat. Then, he reached over—not touching you, but tapping two fingers against the edge of the calavera. "You don’t owe me for this. You don’t owe me shit." He smirked faintly, but there was something softer in it this time. "I just saw you looking at it and thought, that’s some dumb tourist shit bet she’d like it."

You let out a small huff of laughter, despite yourself.

Coco grinned. "See? I got good taste."

You shook your head, but the tension in your chest loosened—just a little.

Coco watched you for a second, his usual sharp gaze softened by something quieter, something you couldn’t quite name. Then, after a beat, he leaned back again, stretching his arms behind his head.

"Ain’t gotta tell me what happened, chiquita," he said casually. "But you ever feel like you wanna talk about it…" He smirked. "I’ll pretend I ain’t listening."

You smiled, just a little. "That’s very generous of you."

Coco winked. "I am pretty great."

You rolled your eyes.

The sun was starting to dip low over Santo Padre, staining the sky in hazy streaks of orange and pink as you and Coco sat outside the clubhouse. A lazy breeze carried the distant sound of bikes rumbling down the road, mixing with the low hum of conversation from inside.

Coco was leaned back on the old wooden bench, one leg stretched out, the other bent with his boot planted against the seat. He had a cigarette dangling between his fingers, but his attention was fully on you—more specifically, on the tiny paperback book in your hands.

"You really bought a dictionary, muñeca?" His lips twitched, the edge of a smirk playing at them.

You glanced up from the English-to-Spanish phrasebook, your cheeks heating. "It’s not a dictionary. It’s a phrasebook."

Coco snorted, flicking ash onto the ground. "Yeah, and I’m a fuckin’ schoolteacher."

You huffed, flipping through the thin pages. "I just thought… you know, since all of you keep switching to Spanish when you guys are talking shit, I might as well learn a few things."

Coco tilted his head, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. "So you tryna talk shit back, huh? Gotta say, chiquita, didn’t have that on my bingo card."

You frowned. "What does that mean?"

His smirk widened. "Means you’re full of surprises."

You weren’t sure how to take that, so you just went back to your book. Coco kept watching you, taking a slow drag of his cigarette before exhaling through his nose.

"You find any good words in there yet?" he asked.

You hesitated. Then, without looking up, you muttered, "Chinga tu madre."

Coco choked on his own smoke.

He let out a wheezing laugh, shaking his head. "Damn, look at you, already talkin’ reckless."

A slow smile crept onto your face. "Did I say it right?"

Coco flicked his cigarette away and grinned. "Yeah, you did, muñeca. Too fuckin’ well."

"Perfect." You went back to the book, feeling a small swell of pride.

The sound of heavy boots approached, and before you could even register what was happening, Angel dropped down onto the bench beside you with a dramatic groan.

"Ay cabrón," he sighed, stretching his long legs out. "What’s this? Homework?"

Coco smirked, nodding toward your book. "She’s tryna keep up with us, bro."

Angel’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "No mames. For real?"

You sighed. "Yes, for real."

Angel chuckled, tilting his head as he studied you. "Damn, chiquita, you really wanna learn Spanish just so you can understand when we’re talkin’ shit?"

You shrugged. "I’d rather know than assume."

Angel exchanged a look with Coco, and then the teasing started.

"Alright, let’s test her out," Angel said, grinning. "Say… ‘Angel Reyes is the best-looking Mayan in Santo Padre.’"

You rolled your eyes. "No, not in the book."

"Should be." Angel smirked, leaning a little closer. "Come on, I’ll teach you."

You narrowed your eyes. "I feel like this is a trick."

Coco laughed under his breath. "Damn, chiquita, maybe you ain’t so dumb after all."

You shot them both a look, before going back to the little paperback.

Angel was still grinning when he reached out, aiming to give you a light tap on the shoulder—maybe just to mess with you, maybe to emphasize his point.

But the second his fingers brushed against your sleeve, your body reacted before your mind could stop it.

You flinched so hard you jumped, your breath catching in your throat.

The teasing died instantly.

Angel pulled his hand back like he’d been burned, brows knitting together. "Whoa, hey—"

But you were already standing, shoving the phrasebook into your bag with shaky fingers. "I just—I forgot I have something to do."

Coco straightened slightly, his smirk gone. "Muñeca—"

"I’ll see you later." You turned quickly, your pulse hammering as you walked away, not looking back.

There was a long beat of silence as Coco and Angel sat there, watching you disappear around the corner of the clubhouse.

Angel let out a low breath. "Shit. What the hell was that?"

Coco didn’t answer right away. His jaw was tight, his usual easy-going expression replaced by something unreadable. His fingers drummed once against his knee before he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs.

Angel exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn’t mean to freak her out—"

Coco cut him off, voice low. "She don’t like bein’ touched."

Angel frowned, looking back toward where you had walked away. "Fuck," he muttered. "That’s… not normal flinching, man."

Coco knew that. He also knew what it looked like when someone wasn’t just jumpy, but wired to react that way. The way you had stiffened, the way you shut down instantly—he’d seen that before.

And he didn’t fucking like it.

"She tell you why?" Angel asked after a beat.

Coco shook his head. "Not yet."

Angel let out a slow breath. "Damn." He rubbed at his jaw. "You gonna ask?"

Coco was quiet for a moment. Then, he exhaled sharply and pushed himself up from the bench.

"Nah," he muttered, reaching for another cigarette. "I’m just gonna make sure she knows she ain’t gotta run."

Angel watched him for a second, then gave a slow nod. "Yeah. That’s probably the move."

Coco didn’t say anything else. He just lit his cigarette and stared out into the fading light of the evening, the smoke curling around his fingers.

You were walking fast, arms wrapped around yourself, feet kicking at loose gravel as you made your way down the dirt path.

"Yo, muñeca!"

Coco’s voice cut through the night, and you knew—knew—you should’ve kept walking. Should’ve ignored him, should’ve pretended you didn’t hear.

But you hesitated.

And that was all the invitation he needed.

His boots crunched against the gravel as he caught up to you, falling into step beside you like he’d been planning to do it all along. He shoved his hands into his kutte pockets, cocking his head. "Damn, you walk like you got somewhere important to be."

You didn’t answer.

Coco smirked. "Lemme guess—you out here tryin’ to pretend you ain’t mad, huh?"

You let out a sharp breath. "I’m not mad."

Coco snorted. "Right. And I’m a fuckin’ pastor."

You kept walking.

Coco sighed, reaching up to scratch the back of his head. "Chiquita, come on. You gonna tell me what that was back there, or you just gonna keep pretendin’ like you don’t jump every time somebody breathes near you?"

Your jaw tightened. "I don’t—"

"Bullshit."

That stopped you.

You turned, eyes flashing. "Coco—"

"Nah." His voice was calm, but the smirk had faded. "Ain’t lettin’ you lie to me, muñeca. You think I don’t see you? How you always keep a little space between us? How you flinch when a motherfucker so much as looks at you too long?" His gaze was steady now, no teasing, no jokes. "That shit don’t just happen. So, what? You gonna tell me, or you gonna keep pretendin’ I don’t know what the fuck I’m lookin’ at?"

Your throat felt tight.

You turned away, arms hugging yourself again. "It’s nothing," you muttered. "Just drop it, okay?"

Coco exhaled slow, rubbing a hand down his face. "See, that’s the shit that makes me crazy." He laughed, humorless. "You get all stubborn like I’m askin’ you for a kidney or some shit."

You swallowed. "I don’t want to talk about it."

Coco was quiet for a second. Then—

"Yeah? Well, tough shit."

Your head snapped toward him. "Excuse me?"

Coco lifted a brow. "You heard me, muñeca. You wanna sit here actin’ like you gotta deal with your shit all alone? Fuck that. You part of my world now." He pointed at you, stepping a little closer. "And you don’t gotta tell me everything, but don’t pull that ‘I’m fine’ bullshit when you’re clearly not."

Your breath hitched.

Coco’s gaze softened, but only just. "Look, chiquita. I know what it’s like to feel like you gotta handle shit solo. But you ain’t gotta do that with me. A’ight?"

You blinked rapidly, swallowing against the lump in your throat.

"Listen, chiquita," he murmured, tone softer than before. "I ain’t here to make shit harder for you. I just need you to know—" He turned his head, locking eyes with you. "I don’t bite. Not unless you ask real nice."

That startled a laugh out of you.

Coco smirked, satisfied. "See? You ain’t scared of me. Just need more practice."

[yamst3rdamctrl]

When Sexual Desires Clash (Y/N)

Chapter 1: The Start of Something New

Cause you done had mad bitches (ooh)

Been around the whole world (ooh)

And you carried all your fears with ya (ooh)

And now you found the right girl (ooh)

And you don't know what you do with her

You don't (no, no)

Know what you do with her

You don't (ooh, ooh)

Omniscient

YN was standing in the kitchen listening to rerun episodes of Insecure while fixing breakfast. After YN had finished, she was still enjoying her show when her phone began to rang.

Incoming Call Lupita..

YN POV

As I answered Lupita call I wondered why she was calling so damn early.. "Bitch you know its like 10 am in the morning." I said to Lupita. "Girl you forgot today is the dinner pool party with a few of us?" She questioned. "No girl I didn't but isn't it not until like 4 pm?" YN asked. "Girl yes I just wanna insure your coming. I have a few of my guy friends and you met all of them except one. Shay coming too since her boo thang Winston coming." "Yes sis she is and I'll see you then let me relax. Dance practice kicked my ass last night. I don't understand how hard it is for these girl to dance right with Chris. They do nervous so they fucking forget." YN said irritated. "Sis you right. If I was next to him I would be ready to cum on his face too." Lupita said laughing. "BITCH.. bye I'll see you later." YN laughed. "Bye Girl! Wear some sexy!!"

Omniscient

YN did her daily chores, went shopping, and rested. Before YN knew it was 3:30 pm and she had to get ready. YN is always a little late because she knows barely anybody will be there on time. YN took her slow time getting cute by pulling her hair in a pony tail and putting on her swimwear..

YN decided to let her cocca butter skin show along with her figure. YN then pulled her pony tail down and let her hair flow along with putting on her brown nude wedges. YN looked at herself and thought, "I'm that bitch! Still that bitch will for ever be that bitch!" Its been along time since YN has taken a break for herself. Since breaking up with her ex boyfriend due to him cheating on her she focused on herself. She would occasionally go out to find some dick but would never go along with it. YN felt as if no one would fuck her to her sexual desire. Therefore, she would just fuck her self going one day she'll have the BDSM of her dreams.. soon she'll have her dom.

YN gathered her belongings and her packed bag usually when they have a dinner night they spend the weekend in the vacation home. YN ensured to bring her toys because in her head she would be the single one left out..

4:50 pm Party Arrival

YN parked her car and walked through the gate that lead to the pool area. "What Up Bitchhhh" YN yelled and Lupita ran straight to her. "Girl look at you!! You wasn't playing when I said get sexy!!" Lupita said. "Nope I was not up. Hello Big One" YN said to Winston and dapped him up while hugging her best friend Shay.. "Girl! You look goodt. I'm glad Lupita invited the other person." Shay said smirking. "What do you mean?" YN asked confused. Soon as YN turned her head to the pool she saw a 6'2 burnt caramel complexion coming out of the pool drying his head off. When the figure removed the towel off his head all YN could do was watch and scream internally. YN never knew that she could be wet like this again. The figure walked up and reached out his hand and said, "Lupita, this must be who you were telling me about.. Hi YN, it's so nice to meet you. Lu has told me so much about you. My name is Michael B. Jordan".....

Sooo.. I have stories on Wattpad but I don't get that much love on here. I'm trying to get as much love as I can so Tumblr here we are... I'm going to show yal how to show MBJ love! 🩷

[aviradasa]

I took an edible while editing so to make up for it I'm posting pt 4 soon as well so double wammy and don't mind how shitty/rushed this probably is cause i redid the whole thing late the other night cause I hated it 🤣🤣

Tw: smoking,swearing, sassy ass men, blood,vomit

@vxncevis @mikuley (if you wish to be tagged let me know)

“let me go right now before I decapitate you!” I shout before the mystery person covers my mouth with their hand.

“hey its just me, im just trying to help ok” The person says to me. Once they speak again, I try to recognize the voice. Strangely enough, I recognize the rings he wears as well.

“Dwayne? What the hell is going on? Why am I being dragged into rooms all of a sudden?!” I exclaim, my voice muffled by his hand before he takes it away, allowing me to speak freely.

“ Do you want an apology or answers?” He asks sarcastically before letting me go. Turning his back to me as he walks further into the room, lighting a few candles on the way.

“ How about both?” I suggest as I begin to follow him deeper into the room, realizing this area is extremely unfamiliar to me.

“Uhh, on a separate note, where are we?” I ask looking around the room.

It doesn't have much in it just old bookshelves covered in different collections and music. Plus, some beanbag chairs and stacks Of books, old and new, are strewn about the area. It's a cozy little nook I didn't know existed and I wonder if the others are aware.

“This is my little hideout, so I don't have to deal with everybody's bullshit 24/7! But hey, I somehow end up involved Anyways, right?” He says letting out a little laugh before he finally looks at me again.

“Listen, I don't feel like dragging this out all night, so when I say ‘I know your little secret that you and the terror twins have been hiding,’ you're not gonna pull the ‘I have no clue’ card. Ok, you're just gonna hush up and listen.” He commands, he almost seems annoyed by the situation like he doesn't want to be here right now and If that's the case, I can only agree.

I can't respond for a few seconds only staring at him in shock. He's never really spoken to me like that, the others absolutely, but not often. So seeing this attitude is quite a shock.

“ wait wait, how do you know about that? Did Paul tell you? Did he slip up? I'll rip his throat out. How much do you know-” I begin to question frantically. If Dwayne knows, this could be bad. Cause then David or Max could find out, then I'm dead meat from what Marko made it seem.

“ Chill out girl it's not like that he didn't tell me anything. Nobody did. I overheard you all in the living area. You guys keep acting like we don't have enhanced hearing.” He says, rolling his eyes, letting a chuckle escape him as he takes a seat on One of the chairs, lighting a cigarette, which I quickly snatch, taking a couple of drags myself before handing it back.

“You should be happy it was only me. David would be pissed. Damn should have seen the last werewolf that came through here after he had a bad night- did you know that werewolf blood is absolutely disgusting? Also, the venom is poisonous To us, so we shouldn't even feed from them. David didn't care about that though.” He explains in an insinuating tone as he grabs an old book, beginning to flick through it.

I stand over him speechless for a moment. I thought we had been careful. Either we haven't been secretive Enough, or Dwayne's just overly smart, but this is a problem. And as each hour passed, I ran out of time.

“I didn't know the venom was poison to you guys..” I start slowly sitting down next to him as he nods. “Oh yeah, and vice versa, so if you were to drink vampire blood or get bitten, you would probably die fairly fast cause you're in the midst of your first full transformation.” He tells me before handing me the book.

“ Yeah, see, here it's got all you need to know about that conflict biological and just flat-out lore (which nobody gives a shit about nowadays), “ he says, taking A drag from his cigarette.

“ Well, that crosses off our first idea,” I say, looking over the page and noticing his questioning look, to which I reply. “Well, our first idea was to hopefully Counteract the werewolf venom by drinking from the blood bottle, but now that's off the table..” I explain before looking back up to him.

“ Oh, there is no way to counteract werewolf venom. The only thing even close is monkshood but that only slows it down.” He informs, flipping to another page and pointing at a paragraph.

I read what he's pointing at. The explanation is clear as I flip through more pages of the book before slamming it shut, but before I can throw it, he grabs it from my hands, Gently setting It down.

“Don't throw my stuff.” He says calmly before handing me the rest of his cigarette, which I take gratefully as he speaks.

“Listen, it can't be stopped, but it doesn't need to be horrible. There are ways to control it.

Most People believe the transformation is permanent. But, Some sources spew some bullshit about werewolves gaining a human form again when they are given their clothes. But they turn again every Full moon so the process kinda repeats itself.”

I nod along to his words as I finish the cigarette, my nerves driving me crazy as I hear him out. Knowing there is nothing I can do kills me inside slowly. But I know I must find a way to come to terms with it.

It's just so hard to believe. Everything is happening so fast. I was only bitten the night before, and now I learn that my life is ruined forever, maybe not, but it looks so grim from Where I am sitting.

As I think about it, pondering over his words, I feel myself begin to choke, the tears flowing from my eyes like a faucet at the realization, only now seeing the gravity of the Situation and how real all of this really is.

I hear Dwayne Let out a sigh as he brings me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me as I cry. He doesn't really know how to comfort people but he is good at it somehow, not having to say a word as he does so. Just him being around is a comfort.

I cling onto him as I weep letting myself go, my tears staining His jacket until I hear him take in a sharp breath of pain, pulling away I notice a few of my tears got rubbed onto his skin And was slowly burning away like acid before he wiped it off.

“ What the fuck whyyy?” Is all I can muster as I wipe my face. “This is bullshit all of it! I don't wanna be a fucking dog!”

“It's fine it wasn't that bad. I once took a cyanide pill for $4 back in 78 this doesn't even compare.” He jokes before dropping a few 2it completely placing a hand on my shoulder awkwardly

“Hey, we will figure it out. I'll help you and the other two with it. I promise.

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The next evening, I woke up euphoric; for some reason, life just felt like nothing, like it wasn't real. I could do whatever I wanted, and that was just beautiful.

“ Hey Marko, check this out. My hair is really fuckin long. Isn't that the coolest thing you've ever seen! It grew like an inch overnight. Maybe more!” I say to him turning from the mirror hung up on the wall.

“ Oh yeah, you're right! But uh, have you maybe noticed that it's turning white? Don't get me wrong, it looks amazing, just kinda strange.” He points out as he inspects my hair, coming over to check it out up close and running his fingers through it.

“ Oh, that's not even the weird Part! Look at my nails, they are like little claws or something.”

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The euphoria didn't last long, as shortly after, I started feeling extremely sick on the boardwalk. The worst part was that this time David was around.

As we strolled around the boardwalk my stomach all of a sudden Felt like it was being clenched in somebody's palm and squeezed, making me choke Back bloody vomit.

I quickly rush to the bathrooms, Quickly expelling the contents of my stomach In a bloody mess, and I'm not sure how it got there. I can't think too long, though, before I start feeling woozy again and ultimately lose consciousness on the bathroom floor.

“Oh shit, that's puke I can't-”

“You kill and eat People, and you're scared of a little puke? You're like 80-something years old. Get a grip.”

I hear two voices arguing Above me. Looking up, I see a disgusted/offended-looking Paul standing off to the side of the stall door, partially away from view, and Marko is Standing right outside the stall I Was unconscious in; Marko, knees down and helps me get positioned more comfortably next to the bloody toilet. In case anything else needs to find its way out I explain what happened.

“ Hey, what happened? You ditched us out there. what happened?” Marko asks calmly as Paul nods along refusing to look At the puke in the toilet.

“ I came in here, and ok, this is a bit TMI, but I was Pissing Blood, and then it got really nauseous, and my stomach couldn't do it anymore. Then I have no clue what happened; I just passed out all of a sudden,” I explain through semi-slurred speech just waking up.

“ damn, that's nasty; how are you feeling now?” Paul chimes In, to which we just glare back.” What do you think?-” I begin before I quickly turn my head back towards the toilet, throwing up more blood as Marko holds my hair back. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Paul swiftly disappear out of the bathroom.

“Hey, it's gonna be fine. Let's just get you back to the cave, and we will figure something out.” I hear him say, Once I'm done throwing up I give him a slow nod.

This is getting out of hand and it's only gonna keep getting worse. It's only a matter of time before David or Max figures this out, and when they do, it's gonna be hell. We really need to start getting out shit together.

[cheapshrimpysheep]

First Date - Heartslabyul

SUMMARY: What would your first date with him be like? I know first dates might not go so well, but let's pretend these are different. ;)

CHARACTERS: Riddle Rosehearts; Ace Trappola; Deuce Spade; Cater Diamond & Trey Clover

TAGS: Fluf; GN Reader; Flirting; Kissing

WARNING: Spoilers from Ace SSR Suitor Suit (Vignette); Book 5; end of book 4; Cater SSR Birthday Boy (Vignette)

WORD COUNT: An average of 570 words per character.

Heartslabyul / Savanaclaw / Octavinelle / Scarabia / Pomefiore / Ignihyde / Diasomnia

COMMENTS: Damn, making this for 5 characters is hard. And I still want to make it for all characters! What am I doing to myself? XD Tho, this is fun to write. I hope you have fun reading too. ;)

Riddle is an extremely Lawful person (Like in Lawful Neutral Character it's what I mean). And in this context, to be extremely lawful would mean to be extremely cliché. Then a Candlelit Dinner will be!

He asked Trey to cook. First: because Riddle knows he's not a good cook and your date had to be perfect, and for that the food should be too. Second: Trey's food and especially sweets are incredible! Perfect for a date! Riddle probably blushed asking Trey that favor, because Trey would tease him a bit too. But just a little bit.

He decided to use a smaller room for your date. Still, it had a large window overlooking the beautiful maze. If anyone even dared to think of interrupting your date it would immediately be OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!

Trey was the one who made the food, but who would serve you would be Riddle himself. He didn't want anyone else in that room with you. Mainly because he was still a little embarrassed and nervous.

He will enjoy talking to you. Know more about yourself and your world. Tell you more about the Queendom of Roses. The two of you praising Trey's cooking. And since you're being cliché, why not do the same with dessert?

Strawberry Tart was the dessert. You insist that you cut the tart yourself. You cut a slice, put it on the plate, take the fork and take a piece of the slice. And before Riddle can ask why you only took your slice, you hold your fork out to him. He is slightly confused.

You just say "Aaaah" and he finally realizes what you're doing. And blushes. He sighs, more to calm himself a bit. and opens his mouth without being able to look you in the eye. His cheeks were starting to match his hair.

“Next time, I'd like to be the one cooking you a strawberry tart.” you say, after seeing the delight in Riddle's smile after eating from your fork.

He blushes a little more, but answers in a soft and sweet voice: “That would be wonderful.” And he quickly pulled the rest of the tart close to him, to cut a slice and feed it to you as you did to him. Who was blushing now?

“Rule 53.” He says with his little smirk. “You must replace anything you steal. You made me steal a piece of your tart. In other circumstances, it would be off with your head for making me break a rule you know?” He was smiling nonetheless, so you smiled back and ate the tart he offered you.

Before leaving for Ramshackle Dorm, you remembered that rule. And you dared to be cheeky. Riddle was accompanying you out and you took advantage of his low guard to give him a quick kiss on the lips. He stopped, astonished.

“Oh no!” you say with fake concern “Did I just steal a kiss from you? And according to the rules I must replace anything I steal correct?”

He should be mad at you, but he couldn't. He was trying so hard not to smile, he just gave up. And that smirk of yours, took its place. “In fact. What you just did was a tremendous infraction.” He gets closer to you. “Because it wasn't just a kiss you stole from me. A long time ago, you stole my heart as well.”

Since his Personal Story from SSR Suitor Suit, I can only think of one thing: Amusement Park Date! Ace will not treat this like a date date. It's better for him if you just have fun together without worrying about being on a date.

You'll go with him on thrill rides. Mainly because you would challenge each other. And then you would try to convince each other that the other was the most scared.

When you're already tired of so much adrenaline, it will be time to eat something. You'd going to eat hot dogs and laugh at each other for dropping the straw potato through the other end of the hot dog. If you get sauce on the tip of your nose, he might kiss it to lick the sauce off. And he will be pleased to make you blush. If you guys eat dessert, like ice cream, be careful. Because he'll try to nibble on your dessert just to mess with you.

Even though you're having so much fun with Ace, you still wanted to do some date stuff. Like, for example... Oh! That baby flamingo plush is so cute! I remember you from the ones of Heartslabyul. And what a coincidence (or maybe not), it’s one of the prizes of a basketball game stall. But when you mention it to Ace...

“So why don't you try to win one? Your throws are pretty decent.” He smiles with fake innocence. You look at him sullenly. “Ha ha ha. I know, I know. I haven't completely forgotten that we're on a date. But if I get you the plush, what do I get from that?”

You give him two options: bragging about how good he was on the game and how cool he looked like when he got you that plush. Or a kiss.

“Are you telling me I can only choose one of those? Not fair! That game could be really hard, you know~” You laugh and end up saying that if he really got that plush for you, he could have both.

Are you surprised that he failed on the first tries? Probably from overconfidence? Being fair, the hoops are also different from real basketball hoops. Eventually hitting those hoops becomes a matter of pride. But before he keeps trying, he starts talking to the stall guy. It looks like a normal small talk, but Ace is actually trying to take the trick to win out of the guy. When he gets the information he wanted, he tries again. And wins!

The stall guy give him the baby flamingo. Ace extends his arm to give you the stuffed animal, but, oops, too high. He raised the plush high above his head. You’ll not jump, you’ll play dirty, like he would too. You start poking him around the belly making him tickle. And get your baby flamingo!

The day was already ending and it started to get dark. You heard that the view from the top of the Ferris wheel at night is very beautiful, and it seemed like a nice, and chill way to end an amusement park date. He agrees, he was tired too.

“I thought you were tired.” You comment as he starts trying to swing the Ferris wheel carriage. Then he stops, really tired, he can't even do that. But he’s smiling a lot. The Ferris wheel was very tall, and only one lap took some time. You already had your prize in your hands, but you still hadn't given Ace his.

I got this idea after book 5: a Magical Wheel ride somewhere. “It's a surprise” he tells you, when you ask where you two are going. One of his lines from his PE card is "Are you free? Then why don't we go for a ride on my blastcycle? No, wait, I almost forgot—we need permission to leave the school grounds."

Either he got that permission or just went YOLO like he did with Epel. And since this is you first date, he would be very capable to do that if he didn't get the permission.

He would already be extremely excited to drive a Magical Wheel freely. But with you behind him, that enthusiasm multiplies. If you like speed as much as he does, he'll be over the moon. So happy that he can make that for you. Feel the same excitement he feels.

If you don't like speed and maybe even fear him going so fast in such an unprotected vehicle, you'll probably hug him even tighter and maybe squeeze his coat. And he'll be able to take that as a sign to slow down. He won't be sad that you don't like speed as much as he does. He’ll be disappointed in himself for forgetting your limits and scaring you. He'll apologize to you for that later.

For this, let's assume he used the Dark Mirror to get you somewhere. Because I imagine him taking you on a ride through green plains or mountain range.

And using this last example, where does it take you anyway? How about a river beach, perhaps near a waterfall, to have a somewhat improvised picnic? This because he didn't have the picnic stuff like a picnic blanket or food, so you would need to buy it in the little nearby stores. He was more excited about riding a Magical Wheel with you, so he ended up forgetting about the rest. Sorry.

It was such a beautiful sight. And the sun began to set. “Deuce” you say “Do you remember when you got on a Magical Wheel and took Epel to Sage's Island beach?” he nods “I got a kind of jealous, you know.”

He spits out the soda he was drinking. “Of what? *cough* *cough*” you are both sitting by the water.

“I mean, you take a Magical Wheel that isn't even yours, break the rules about whether or not you can leave the school grounds, and still take someone to the beach at sunset? Epel rode with you on a Magical Wheel before me.” you take your drink to your mouth “And sunset on the beach?” you murmur “That's romantic stuff.”

“Whoa, what? Wait! First of all my intentions were never romantic! I have no interest in him, just to be clear! I just wanted to help him. I would have done exactly the same for you. Maybe even more.” and speaking of which, he remembers: “Hey, wait a second, I've already done even more for you! Do you remember when you got stuck in Scarabia on winter break? Ace and I made it all the way from the Queendom of Roses to Sage's Island without using the mirror. just because you sent that message and we couldn't talk to you afterwords. I'm pretty sure that’s more than taking someone to the beach.”

You smile. “You’re right. And I never thanked you enough for all that work. Or for everything you've done for me since I arrived in Twisted Wonderland.” You put down your drink and hug him. Will your first kiss be enough thanks for now?

Cute Cafe Date! Why? Cater SSR Birthday Boy - Vignette: “I love visiting cafes, but we all know the most photogenic thing on the menu is dessert. Well, I can't take a picture of something without ordering it, and how am I supposed to order something I can't eat? It's a real pickle! ...Wait, I've got it! (MC), what if YOU ordered something and I posted it to Magicam? That settles it. We GOTTA hit up a cafe sometime soon. I know all the hottest spots for 'cammable desserts! And don't worry--food's on me. Deal? Deal!”

He dressed for the occasion, just like you. Everyone could see that you were a couple. And you would be the cutest couple in that cafe. If you're already shy, you'll probably be even more shy. Because someone like you and the handsome young man with you will catch some eyes.

And to make it worse if you're already a little embarrassed by your shyness, Cater will find you so cute that he will put his arm around you and pull you closer. Maybe even give you a few kisses on the cheek.

He will take so many pictures that it will look more like a photo shoot. Photos of the food, of him, of you, of the two together, of the place, everything! You two will talk A LOT. About NRC, about your colleagues, about Magicam gossip, etc.

He already talks cute to most people. So with someone as special as you, not only does he talk in that cute and affectionate way, but also becomes very touchy with you. He'll want to hug you and kiss you on the cheek a lot. If you like PDA, that's perfect. If not, he'll respect that, but still try to at least hold your hand.

You will be there for so long that only when you start to see the space becoming empty, with fewer and fewer customers, will you realize that closing time is approaching. As he promised, he paid for everything.

When you left, the sun was already setting. “Hey, (Y/N)-chan.” He tells you, in a whisper “Before we go back, There's one last place that I would like to go with you~.” And his fingers touch yours, like an invitation you could refuse. But you accept and he intertwine your fingers.

You walk a little until you reach a park. You walk along the dirt path, through the trees and the lawn with flowers. its a pleasant walk. And as night came you could hear the crickets. He stops by the lake, the two of you sit on a bench and he takes another selfie with you. To next giving more attention to his Magicam than to you for a long moment.

You sulk a bit and you decide to go to your own Magicam to see what is taking his attention away from you. You see that he didn't tag you in the photos and that the comments on the photos with you were disabled. “I wanted to show you off but...” Cater says, looking at you with his phone's screen off. “I wanted to make sure no one spoiled this day. You... know...?” He tries to keep his smile.

You put your hands on his face “You don't need to show me off. The best things in life are offline, you know? I don't need to be part of your feed to be part of your life.”

He smiles at you, his most genuine smile, as if to say: this is why I love you. And he can't stand not having you in his arms and kissing your lips.

A Picnic with the best food: his. He’ll carry the basket and picnic blanket in one hand and your hand in the other. He’s the one who usually plans the Unbirthday Parties. Planning your picnic date is a nice change of pace. Plus, he loves seeing your delightful face when you try and like his food and pastries. He would take you to a quiet and peaceful place to enjoy yourselves and each other.

This is his opportunity to rest from his Vice-Houseworden duties. And you can take a rest from Ace, Deuce and especially from Grim's shenanigans.

He would definitely feed you his cooking, mainly to see your smile better after you taste it. He's more of a giver than a taker. So if you did something for him and you were able to sneak that in the basket until he takes it of the basket surprised and feed it to him, he will hesitate at first, flattered. But happily eat it.

He chose a place where hardly anyone would casually find you, so he’ll feel comfortable lying on the blanket and inviting you to lie down with him. You two will probably keep snacking while chatting. He’ll let you rest your head on his chest and play with your hair.

Deep down he can be cheeky. But he doesn't show that side to everyone. You are one of the lucky few.

Your picnic was being peaceful. Maybe so much that that's why he decided to play a little prank on you. You were feeding each other cherries. He puts one in your mouth, but when you bite into it and taste it, it tastes like banana. “TREY!” You complain with the cherry in your mouth without knowing whether to spit it out or not. You even raised to sit down.

He bursts out laughing. You were caught so off guard. “Hey, look on the bright side, I could have been a little meaner. I could have done it with a sour taste.” he smirks.

You couldn't use magic like him, but that didn't mean you couldn't get your revenge. You look into the basket and see the cake you ate a few slices earlier. Cake that was decorated with whipped cream on top. You get some whipped cream on your finger and attack Trey while he's still lying there laughing at you.

But he is faster and manages to grab your wrist and deflect his nose from your finger. You lose your balance and end up on top of him. And to make you blush even more, he licks the whipped cream off your finger. And instead of you getting your revenge, you gave him another reason to laugh: your pinkish face.

He wanted to be cheeky? Well, two can play that game. Why not give him a taste of his own prank? You were close enough and you kissed his lips. You feel his lips twitch into a smile.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[xylatox]

closest moots and why? (: - ask game

hello! i didnt expect to see this in my inbox and apologies for answering a day late ;;. I am naturally very introverted and super shy so I don't talk to much of my moots as often as Id like! Anways!!

@just-nc-tea

Patty my wife hehe, I would say i talk to her pretty often. I love her with my entire heart shes genuinely such a sweet person and she brightens my day so much. I really do appreciate her :( and I love her work so damn much. I had the pleasure of getting google doc privileges the last 2 fics of her decelis academy - the hockey diaries series and it was such a blessing!!

2. @yunverie

I love her sososo much, every conversation I had with her is so enjoyable. I always feel super happy talking to her especially since we have the same taste in anime and it was sososo fun to have someone else feel the same way about a piece of media

3. @dawngyu

Raya my darling :(( I started reading her work back in January and I've been here since and shes such a sweetheart oh my god. Like??? I wish i could just protect her from all the evil people in the world, she makes my heart so soft i swear

4. @gyu-tori

Rei :))) shes such a sweetheart and I just love her and her work so much. She really is a darling and I would love people to see that. I wish to protect her from the world too

I think thats all the moots ive talked to pretty consistanly outside of tumblr. Again, I really do have a hard time socializing. Now I just want to say something about other moots I love and appreciate but dont talk to as often as I'd like.

@faeyun

I was a fan of her work from her old blog and moved over and god, shes literally so cool to me?? I would love to see inside how her brain works because her work is so good. I hope to interact with her more since shes such a sweet person （*＾-＾*）

2. @hyukascampfire

Got to reading her work last year and let me tell you, my life has never been the same since I read TSFAWC. Ashlynn is literally the coolest person ever and probably was one of the first people along with @faeyun that i interacted with on Tumblr that kind of encouraged me to be more vocal with my thoughts here and i havent regretted it

3. @jakesimfromstatefarm

hehe addie my name twin. Yall I lover her so bad but i literally suck at interacting (which im fixing rn) but shes literally the coolest person ever? I love her fics so much too like shes such a fun person and I feel like her fics have a part of her

4. @bambiihee

Bree :((( another moot i wish i talked to more but im shy as hell. In my mind shes like the coolest person ever and her work gets to me so good (for freaks only). But really! shes such a sweetheart

5. @pagelets

my girl lets :((((( I really wish we talked more but anytime I do interact with her its literally the sweetest moment ever. I really do appreciate her words.

6. @heesmiles

Rain :3 ive only started reading and interacting with her and her work recently and my God shes amazing? She feels so bright to me that it actually warms my heart how sweet of a person she is. I really only hope life gives her the best.

7. @chwesun

Shes, so. fucking. cool. Lexi gives such big sister vibes to me. Like, i dont have any siblings but i feel like Lexi is the type of person to talk me through anything I ask her and give me the hard advice people may not want to give? shes so sweet as well :((

8. @izzyy-stuff

Another darling I don't interact with often but shes so sweet :((( she always says the kindest of words it actually really makes me happy

And thats it! Sorry it was longer than expected but I really did not want to leave anyone out :) They are literally some of the sweetest people ive had the pleasure of interacting with on this little side of the internet and it really does make me happy to do so. I really on wish the best for every single one of them.

[tinyficbot]

Five Times Jaskier Bit Geralt, and One Time Geralt Bit Back

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1. The Argument in Oxenfurt

The fight had started over something trivial—Geralt's refusal to let Jaskier tag along on a dangerous contract. As always, Jaskier was determined to argue his case.

"I'm not a child, Geralt!" he snapped, pacing furiously around the small room. "I can handle myself!"

"You nearly died last time," Geralt retorted, his voice low and controlled.

"And I learned from it!"

Geralt sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before pointing a finger at Jaskier. "Stop being so damn stubborn—"

Before he could finish, Jaskier lunged forward and bit the offending finger.

"Did you just—"

"Yes, I did!" Jaskier barked, glaring up at him. "And I’ll do it again if you keep waving your big, stupid Witcher finger in my face!"

Geralt stared at him, utterly baffled. He slowly withdrew his hand, rubbing the faint indentations left by Jaskier’s teeth.

"Noted," he said dryly, watching as Jaskier huffed.

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2. The Festival at Toussaint

Toussaint was a land of indulgence, and Jaskier thrived in its opulence. The wine flowed freely, and the bard's cheeks were flushed as he danced through the crowd. Geralt stayed on the outskirts, arms crossed, watching the revelry with a mix of amusement and weariness.

"Geralt!" Jaskier called, staggering toward him with a bottle in hand. "You need to lighten up!"

"I'm fine here."

"Oh, don’t be boring," Jaskier said, grabbing Geralt’s arm and leaning heavily against him. He tilted his head to rest on Geralt’s shoulder, his warm breath brushing against the Witcher’s neck.

Without warning, Jaskier bit down on Geralt’s shoulder—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to surprise him.

"Jaskier," Geralt growled, pulling back.

"Consider that payback for being such a sour-faced grump," Jaskier replied, grinning lazily.

Geralt rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath about drunk bards and their terrible ideas.

---

3. The Ambush in Kaedwen

The bandits had come out of nowhere, but Geralt was quick to dispatch them. Jaskier, however, had been grabbed and held at knifepoint until Geralt's blade found its mark.

Once the danger passed, Geralt knelt beside Jaskier, his golden eyes scanning the bard for injuries.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice calm but firm.

Jaskier didn’t answer. His breath was shallow, his eyes wide and unfocused.

"Jaskier," Geralt said again, cupping the bard's face gently to check for any unseen wounds.

Suddenly, Jaskier flinched and bit down on Geralt's thumb—a reflexive, fear-driven action.

Geralt didn’t pull back, though the sharp pain surprised him. "Jaskier," he said softly, his hand still cradling the bard's face.

Realizing what he'd done, Jaskier immediately let go, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I—sorry. I didn’t mean to—"

"It’s alright," Geralt reassured him, his voice soothing. "You're safe now."

---

4. The Winter at Kaer Morhen

Kaer Morhen’s winters were unforgiving, and Jaskier was wholly unprepared. Wrapped in every blanket he could find, he still shivered miserably.

When Geralt returned from a hunt, Jaskier wasted no time throwing himself at the Witcher, pressing his cold nose against Geralt's warm cheek.

"You’re freezing," Geralt muttered, peeling Jaskier off him.

"I know. That’s why I need you to stay right here," Jaskier replied, refusing to let go.

As Geralt tried to push him away, Jaskier leaned in and bit his cheek—not hard, just enough to get his attention.

"Really?" Geralt asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures," Jaskier replied, his teeth still grazing the Witcher’s skin.

With a resigned sigh, Geralt let the bard cling to him. "You’re insufferable."

"And yet, here I am," Jaskier said, grinning smugly.

---

5. The Intimate Moment

Their breaths were uneven, bodies entwined in the moonlight. Jaskier’s hands roamed across Geralt’s scarred chest, his lips following in their wake.

Geralt's golden eyes watched him, his hand tracing slow, deliberate lines down Jaskier’s body.

When Geralt leaned forward to kiss him, Jaskier caught his neck in his teeth, biting just enough to leave a mark.

Geralt groaned, his voice low and rough. "You’ve been wanting to do that all night, haven’t you?"

"Maybe," Jaskier replied, his grin wicked.

Geralt kissed him fiercely, his hands tightening on Jaskier’s hips as the tension between them melted into something more.

---

+1 .When Geralt Bit Back

Geralt had always been careful with his strength, his instincts tightly controlled. His sharp teeth, a result of mutations, were not meant for human skin, no matter how much his instincts screamed at him to claim Jaskier as his.

But this time was different.

The intimacy between them had deepened, their bond unshakable. Geralt trusted Jaskier with everything—his life, his heart, and now, his control.

As their passion grew, Geralt’s instincts flared. His fingers gripped Jaskier’s hips as he leaned down, his lips brushing against the bard’s neck. For a moment, he hesitated, the sharp edge of his teeth just grazing Jaskier’s skin.

“Geralt,” Jaskier whispered, his voice steady despite the tension in his body. “It’s okay. I trust you.”

The words broke something in Geralt. Slowly, carefully, he bit down—not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a mark, a sign of the love and trust they shared.

Jaskier gasped, his fingers tangling in Geralt’s hair. “Finally,” he said, his voice trembling but filled with affection. “Took you long enough.”

Geralt pressed a kiss to the mark, his lips soft against the indentations. When their eyes met, there was no fear, only understanding.

“You’re mine,” Geralt murmured, his voice low and rough.

“And you’re mine,” Jaskier replied, pulling him down into another kiss.

For the first time, Geralt allowed himself to follow his instincts—not because he had to, but because he wanted to, and because Jaskier had given him the freedom to do so.

[sgiandubh]

When Cait married Tony she said they would honeymoon in Italy when it, meaning OL, was over. Good way to get it paid for by OL related appearance next March. Too bad she has to put up with Sam for a couple of hours. Sam, who said many times how he hated S2 costumes and was teased much by Meril, because he didn't like the feminine look. Too much like his true nature. He will certainly bring one of his prostitutes over past 3 years, Ashley being the latest, if her unnecessary week in UK last week for for anything else. 4 trips to Scotland for her in a year. It's clear which business she's really in.

Dear Business She Is Really In Anon,

I think you should be ashamed of yourself, for writing plain libel with no other arguments than your own twisted, bitter and irrelevant world view. If you consider that Ashley Hearn is a prostitute, just because she traveled four times to Scotland since late May 2024, then you are nothing more than a sad, sad troll, who thinks thousands of other women who happen to work in the marketing and sales sectors, all over the world, are also whores, right? You know very well all her trips have been more than thoroughly documented and you also know they did have a tangible impact, as far as that company is concerned. You should also get your fucking timeline straight before you treat us to your word vomit, because even the hatred you gratuitously spread around must have, technically speaking, at least some modicum of plausibility. She did not start to work for SS one year ago, punk: she started to work for them on May 21st 2024, which is exactly six months.

When C married McGill there is no way for you to tell what she said. You weren't there, you are a damn Social Zero and you just rely on word-of-mouth and ridiculously contradictory press releases and interviews. A honeymoon takes a week-end perhaps only in your shanty town and making the ball's organizers 'pay for it' is beyond ridiculous, including as far as C herself might be concerned (what is she, a cheap profiteer?) - supposing that 'relationship' would be anything more than a mutually convenient arrangement of sorts, of course. Sorry, but not the case.

Yeah, too bad she had to put up with S, against all odds, for eleven years, now. This is what really wrecks your pea brain, right? That, and being proven wrong and embarrassingly dumb, over and over again.

For your next endeavor, I suggest you'd turn your attention to your homeland telenovelas (you misspelled Maril Davis' name like a Brazilian and that is a dead giveaway).

Talvez Escrava Isaura seja uma substituição decente e mais acessível? Há reviravoltas baratas (gaslighting, veneno, delírio) o suficiente para mantê-la ocupada por um bom tempo.

You may wonder why I still answer your tragically ridiculous comments? Well, because it is time for someone to shame you and also show the true, dull and derisory colors of your stupid monomania.

[Later edit]: in no way did I want to imply anything negative about Brazil or its culture. I could have definitely better used one of the bajillion other Globo productions, dealing with Carioca intrigue and/or football wives. If I haven't, it is just because Escrava Isaura was a huge international success even in the Nineties, and remembered as such by many. While I am sensitive to the social and political inacceptable problem of slavery, I maintain that the 1976 adaptation of Guimarães's novel is simplistic and formulaic enough, hence more appropriate for Anon. I am sorry if my poor joke was construed differently and I apologize to all the people who might be offended. If you know me, you'd also know I am probably the last person to disrespect your country and culture.

[isabella-2025]

Love you from Dusk Till dawn: Prologue

Chapter 1 will be posted in a little bit. Please do let me know what you guys think. I am so excited to write this one. 😊😊

In 1842 The bloodline was a united front it's members were Roman Reigns, Jimmy USO, Jey USO, Sami Zayn, Solo Sikoa, Tama Tonga, Tonga Loa and Jacob Fatu. They were all so close knit and were always with each other all the time. One night they separated Roman. Jimmy, Jey and Sami went to the East side of Town to have a lunch. Solo, Tama, Jacob and Tonga went to the west side of town to watch a movie. Roman and the others left the diner after they drunk a few drinks and were walking down the road to Romans car when they were suddenly attacked from behind by a women she threw Roman and the other 3 into an alleyway and then she disappeared. Roman and the others looked around at each other and were freaked out by what just happened.

Jimmy begins to walk out of the alleyway but the lady reappears and throws herself on top of Jimmy she rears her head back and bites his neck. Jimmy falls limp to the ground and then the lady bites Jey and Sami and they to fall limp. She bites Roman last but before he fades away he asks her " Who are you". The lady smirks but does not answer Roman passes out seconds later.

On the west side of Town Solo, Tama, Jacob and Tonga all walked out of the movie theater. They were so full because they ate a bunch of snacks in the theater. Solo was leading the guys and Jacob was in the back. They were just about to the car when they heard a loud Growl. They are met with a huge Grey wolf barring its teeth at them they try to run but it does not work.

Tonga was the slowest so the wolf tackled him first and then bit him hard in the neck. Tama was next then Jacob. the wolf target Solo last. He tackled Solo so hard to the ground that his head reared back the wolf bit him and before he passed out he asked " Who are you". The wolf just growled and Solo passed out seconds later.

In a big mansion in the middle of town Roman, Sami, Jey and Jimmy wake up and they are thirsty but not for water for Blood. Jimmy sees the Lady that bit them and asked her

" Who, no what the hell are you."

" I am Edith the Queen of the Vampires and I needed strong people for a very important mission." She says

" Wait a Damn minute were Vampires what the hell lady." Jey says

" Yes you are vampires and I need you 3 because you are strong and loyal I have a little werewolf problem I need handled and you guys are gonna do it for me." She says

" We are not helping you." Sami says

" Oh but you will if you don't you will die like for real this time." She says while smirking.

" fine what do we have to do." Roman asked

" Well, first I need you guys to Drink up here take this its bags of Animal Blood because we are civilized vampires we don't drink Human blood." She says

The four of them take the bags and drink them all up Edith looks at them and says

" How do you feel?"

" Powerful, like really powerful" Sami says

" Good, Now to my plan." Edith says

In a cabin in the woods Solo, Tama, Jacob and Tonga wake up and are very hungry but not for human food for live animals. Tama sees the Grey wolf that bit them walk into the room. The wolf suddenly transforms into a human man who says

" Hello, My name is Jake I'm the Werewolf King"

" What the hell did you do to us" Tonga Loa says

" Well, I bit you and turned you into werewolves I have a special mission for you guys." Jake says

" What the hell we are not helping you." Jacob says

" Oh but you will or when the first full moon happens you'll transition and get killed by the rouges." Jake says

" Why did you pick us and what the hell do we have to do?" Solo asks

" Simple I chose you 4 because you are loyal and strong. I have a little Vampire problem I need taken care of." He says

" Why do I feel so hungry and like I wanna run everywhere?" Jacob asks

" That is because you are newly bitten and are close to transitioning here have this Dove." Jake says

The 4 of them take turns biting off of the Dove and Jake asks them.

" How do you feel?"

" Strong really damn strong" Tama says

" Good, now lets talk about my plan." Jake says

Now in 2023 Evelyn Rose is 16 and she has had this weird birthmark on her shoulder it's a half-moon and half star. Her parents Edith and Jake died when she was 7 some horrible stabbing and animal attack. Now she lives by herself as an emancipated minor and her best Friend is Trinity. She has had this weird feeling that she was being watched for a while now, but she chose not to think of it. Little did she know the people that were watching her were not Human and neither was she.

@trippinsorrows @acute-crashout-jeyuso @punksyeet @uceyliyahh @empressdede @usoinked @femdisa @mytribalnightmare @madhatterbri @bossbitch-25 @southerngirl41 @bloodlinemadness @holycollectivekitty @eringobragh420 @purplementalitybluebird @officialeve24

[ryuichirou]

Replies

A lot of replies related to our previous posts + some replies about Lilia, peens and miscellaneous stuff.

For now, I won’t post any replies on weekends anymore, and as for the weekdays, I’ll answer to usual asks once a week, and I’ll spend the rest of the time (the rest 4 days) writing a headcanon post. Sorry.

Starting with the replies about the Nun AU comic from yesterday:

Anonymous asked:

Damn nun Azul is really out to get nun Idia. Love the image of them praying only to zoom in on Azul smiling, he knows exactly what hes doing (can almost hear him saying no one will ever believe you). Poor idias about to see how well he can stay quiet, Azul in this au is such a shit.

You nailed it, Anon!! This is exactly the vibes I was going for, especially the “no one will ever believe you” thing. He’s almost taunting Idia at this point, even though this is just him being unable to contain his…excitement.

I am very happy you liked the comic, and that you feel for poor Idia lol Azul really is such a shit.

Anonymous asked:

He immediately know is Azul, which mean this is not the first time this happen. Right ?

Yes, he already knows Azul’s secret at this point, but it’s been like a day after that. This is the first time it happens during the prayer though, or at all in public…

Anonymous asked:

Dear god, that hot

What a fitting prayer! Hehe thank you so much~

hipsterteller asked:

So who’s the priest? Trein?

Nah, just some unimportant guy. I wouldn’t want poor Trein to go through this bullshit lol

Anonymous asked:

I keep looking for Idia underwear, did he wear any ? Don't judge me.

Maybe this is exactly why the tentacles are climbing up his skirt – Azul wants to know as well!

And judging by that smirk… he knows the answer.

Now the comments for the Link art

Anonymous asked:

Sometime, you don't need a reason to draw a character from any game that you may not play yet. OK

Exactly, I think so too! This entire fanart portraits series turned out to be either characters that we love but haven’t drawn in ages, or characters from things we haven’t played or watched but really liked the design lol

Link is a special boy though, I almost bought a nendoroid of him once… I am too weak for this boy.

Anonymous asked:

oh my god like its a fact your art is gorgeous is general but i never expected link to fit it so well!!

Thank you so much, this is so kind!!! I was worried if it’s going to fit well, I am very happy to hear that…

Now about Malleus and Sebek walking in a forest…

Anonymous asked:

When you Malleus with dragon features he always makes me think of an Orca, I think those are pretty close to dragons anyway

Hmm, in terms of anime characters with animal tails yeah I can see that; both are pretty massive and shaped somewhat similarly… This is the first time I’m hearing about an orca-dragon comparison though 🤔

Anonymous asked:

Where is Sebek nose?

Lost it in a fight.

F :(

(The face is small and not the focus of the drawing, so it wasn’t necessary to draw it – it’s just stylisation that, surprisingly, happens in anime-related artstyles)

Anonymous asked:

Mhmmm, look at those ***  if the tail have a hole, i wonder if i can tear the hole bigger for something under the tail

Maybe there is no need to tear it, maybe it’s already pretty easily accessible!

About the Rook portrait!

Anonymous asked:

Why only the FACE. I can't even see whole chest. I need the UNDER

Sorry, Anon… His face broke my photoshop and corrupted the file to the point that I had to redo the whole thing from scratch, I am trembling even thinking about what he would’ve done if there was anything other than his face on this drawing. He is too powerful! He needs to stay hidden!!

Anonymous asked:

Excuse my french, but this is total Baguette!

I don’t know, Anon, I think the Baguette isn’t visible there; this is what the previous Anon was complaining about after all :”( sacré bleu

Anonymous asked:

ngl rook.... imagining a power bottom, dressed as a dom Vil to command and take that leash OOF <3 Rook as his service top OOOFF <3

Those are some spicy images, Anon~ Good taste!

I personally prefer Rook to pretend to be a service top when Vil and he both know that this is a huge bluff though. Like, Vil would look at this dog of a man and instantly feel like there is no way he’s being this obedient, something is up lol I also really like it when Vil acts bossy, but ultimately enjoys getting “overthrown”…

That’s a personal preference though ehehehe

Anonymous asked:

Wild dog need trained.

Yeah, nothing suspicious about it at all!

Anonymous asked:

Rook definitely had to be held on a leash in his first year, both in Savanaclaw and Pomefiore 😭 someone free those poor students not me tho, he’s hot

Oh god, do you think he was polite enough to put a leash on himself and tie himself to a pole to make everyone around comfortable? I feel like it would make everyone even more uncomfortable though.

Anonymous asked:

Don't runaway make Vil more sus?

(related to this comic)

Yeah, some things don’t seem to make sense, right? Wink

And some replies related to the Che’nya/Riddle drawing!

Anonymous asked:

Awwww, kitty want to taste a strawberry

Yeah, he’s craving something sweet~ Nothing is sweeter than this particular strawberry!

Anonymous asked:

Don't cat tongue feel like sand paper?

Yep! A lot of confusing sensations for poor Riddle.

Anonymous asked:

I want to squezze those butt so much

Hehe thank you! I am very happy you find them squeezable~

Anonymous asked:

Everyday, your art just keep coming. Man, you the best erotic twst artist i know.

And the only one i know.

Anon… you are way too kind..!!

There are more artists, I’m not the only one..! But I am very happy you like my stuff this much hehe, I’m happy to provide~

Anonymous asked:

do you think we can see ruggiexleona art from you sometime in the future?? love your work !!!

Thank you, Anon!

If I feel super inspired to draw something with them, then yes, but unfortunately this isn’t the ship I get inspired by often, even though I like them together. It’s not completely impossible, but it definitely wouldn’t happen soon… :( Sorry.

irregardlessly-tish asked:

I came across this pic and I need to know, where on this scale would you put Lilia?

OH MY GOD TISH. This is the best thing ever!!!  I love all of them!

I think he is somewhere between Those Feratu and El Wiwi… at least based on his bat mask and his overall vibes lol Lilia has a cute little snout!

Anonymous asked:

Okay, important question time. We've seen spicy glimpses, we've seen the "thiiis big" doodle. But truly, how big do you envision Lilia's peepee ?? He's 158cm tall, surely it can't be *that* big, right? The people want to know! And they also want to see but perhaps it's a bit too much to ask for  : (

I actually talked about hc peen sizes at some point, although there are no numbers there because I am bad at those lol The way I draw them is very inconsistent, but yeah, Lilia has been the “thiiiis big” guy for a while in our posts and drawings now. It started as a joke, but then it kind of…stuck lol

But in an interesting twist of fate, it isn’t even that illogical – apparently bats have enormous peens: 22% of their entire body length…!! So if Lilia’s height is 158 cm, according to this little piece of trivia, his peen would be 34.7 cm. Holy shit. Is this… is this canon now? I’m afraid of what we’ve created….

That being said, while we kind of defaulted to the “Lilia has a huge penis and he hides it with magic somehow”, I did draw him with a cute small one at least once, and I’d love to do it again. I guess the answer to that would be that Lilia is an enigma, and no matter how big his peen is, he is scarily good at using it.

As for seeing, I really want to draw a chart of everyone’s peens one day... :”)

Anonymous asked:

Just ask @twstassets for Lilia bedroom toes, you should see it.

Seen it! Cute toes :3c

Anonymous asked:

Have you ever thought about Vil or some of the others being more buff? I always feel like Vil would actually be fairly in shape since he's as strong as Jack, but focus more on build to be more like something like the Statue of David or have like a male dancer/gymnast build.

Vil is fairly in shape! But he is also pretty lean; if I remember correctly, he stated that he pays attention to staying in shape but not getting bulky because he still wanted to have a certain silhouette. I also sometimes like to think that he loves big sleeves and extra layers on his shoulders and upper arms because he has some volume there and basically hides his biceps lol To keep everything visually balanced and his arms looking elegant, or something like that. I’m not sure how to describe it. He is more muscular than he wants to appear, but he also isn’t jacked, I guess.

Anyways, I talked about my hcs about boys’ bodies in this post if you’re interested.

Anonymous asked:

hello! what do you think of sebek x skully as a ship?

Hi! We haven’t finished the Skully event yet, so our opinion on Skully is still a bit vague and we can’t appreciate all the dynamics he has with others fully yet.

That being said, we’ll probably going to end up appreciating their dynamic, but not liking the ship; similarly to how we ended up with Malleus and Rollo :(

[beanghostprincess]

Sanuso incorrect quotes!!

(some are slightly suggestive)

Sanji: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this... Usopp: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card? Sanji: Oh damn-

Sanji: Just be careful, Usopp! Usopp: *heading out the door* I'm always careful, Sanji! Usopp: It's everything around me that's careless.

Usopp: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives. Sanji: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day to make breakfast. Usopp: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

Usopp: I fell— Sanji: From heaven? Usopp: No, I literally fell— Sanji: In love with me the moment you saw me? Usopp: MY ARM IS BROKEN! Sanji: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

Usopp: Okay, but if you're not gay then why are you always holding my hand and kissing me and telling me I’m your boyfriend? Sanji: Dude- It's satire! Usopp: THAT'S NOT WHAT SATIRE MEANS!

Usopp: We both look very handsome tonight. Sanji: You know, if you'd just said that I looked handsome, I would have said, "So do you." Usopp: I couldn't take that chance.

Usopp: Hey, wanna take a shower with me? Sanji: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

Usopp: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you? Sanji: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

Sanji: Is something burning? Usopp, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you. Sanji: Usopp, the toaster is literally on fire.

*Usopp comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in Sanji’s bedroom.* Sanji: Mon trésor, are you.. coming to bed? Usopp: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a girlfriend. Usopp: *Lies on the ground and falls asleep* Sanji: ...

Sanji: The stars are so beautiful... Usopp: They're just giant balls of gas. Sanji: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then- Usopp: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you. Sanji: Oh...

Sanji: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration* Usopp: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table? Sanji: I— Sanji: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

Sanji: When we started dating, you know what Usopp often said to me? Nami: Please stop flirting with other people?

Usopp: So, what’s Sanji's type? Nami: Brown eyes, kind, oblivious, good sense of humor, turtle lover. Usopp: Sounds kind of like me. Too bad we’re just friends. Nami: Did I mention oblivious? Usopp: Yeah, why? Nami: Okay, just making sure.

Zoro: Hey, what’s up? Usopp: The sky. Zoro: No, I meant like, what are you doing? Usopp: Oh, Sanji. Sanji: *highfives Usopp* Nice one, mon amour.

Robin: Wow, you and Usopp are home early from the movies. What happened? Sanji: We got kicked out because Usopp wouldn't stop yelling diving scores as people jumped off the titanic. Usopp: That last guy had a solid 8, I'm telling you!

Nami: I like your top, Sanji! Usopp: I have a name, you know. Sanji: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.

Nami: Who do we know that has handcuffs? Usopp: Well Sanji and I- Sanji: *elbows Usopp* Usopp: ...wouldn't know.

Sanji: sapnu puaS. Nami: What?? Usopp: What language is that. Sanji: Turn your phone 180 degrees <3 *Sanji was removed from the groupchat*

Usopp: Sorry, I'm late to the party. I've been doing things. Sanji, entering in an unbuttoned shirt: I got caught up doing things too. Chopper: Wow, Usopp was late too! What a coincidence!

Usopp: Where are you going? Sanji: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one! Usopp: I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday! Zoro and Nami, knowing full well that Usopp got Sanji an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

Sanji, holding a rock: Usopp just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock". Nami: If you don't marry him, I will.

Zoro: So, are you two dating now? Sanji & Usopp: Yes. Zoro: Why? Sanji: I happen to find Usopp very appealing. Zoro: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Usopp.

Usopp: *yawns* Sanji: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring. Usopp: Then you must be exhuasted. Nami: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely and have their girlfriends very far away.

Usopp: Come on, Nami. Nobody actually believes that Sanji is in love with me. Nami, to The Crew: Raise your hand if you think that Sanji is helplessly in love with Usopp. *Everyone raises their hand* Usopp: Sanji, put your hand down.

Usopp: Sanji annoyed me today so I told him that I can’t wait to see what they have planned for our special day tomorrow. Nami: There is nothing special about tomorrow. Usopp: But there is something special about watching the color leave his face as panic takes over.

Usopp: This food is too hot... I can't eat it. Sanji: You’re very hot, and I still eat you. Everyone at the table: *silence* Nami: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING! Zoro: One dinner... I just want ONE DINNER!

[irefy]

Maugris Timeline (part 4/???)

Why Ludmilla? And why does this really matter? *Does* it really matter?

Not particularly. What matters is that there was an evil life after those lives, so we have to take off one of our number. (Leaving us with 16 evil lives to go!) And I hear you now; if it doesn’t matter who it was, then why are you mentioning it? Well, because it gives us a definitive location for Maugris during the time he was Ludmilla. It helps us track Maugris through Europe.

And I’m trying to the best of my ability to find this bitch.

So, again, why Ludmilla?

Well, of the known makars Maugris jumped into, we have definitive names for two.

By my line of thinking, there are only two people it could have possibly been. Ludmilla and that other bitch I can’t remember the name of right now. (Remember the part in Golden Tower where they’re reading through the book of Evil Mages and Call is specifically like: Yea I was these two people? Like SPECIFICALLY them when their name is mentioned? Struck me as odd, because there were a lot of evil mages that were in that book that got read out, but they single out Specifically Them. Two mages. And hey what do you know, I just so happened to have places for two breaks in my theory. And hey what do you know, they had to be two renowned people who would have been recognized. AND HEY, WHAT DO YOU KNOW, CALL REMEMBERED THEIR NAMES SPECIFICALLY WHILE HE WAS BEING BOMBARDED WITH MEMORIES AND WAS DISORIENTED AS HELL, IMPLYING THEY WERE IMPORTANT. THE MAGISTERIUM IS NEVER MENTIONED TO HAVE HISTORY CLASSES, OR LIKE EVIL MAGE HISTORY CLASSES OR ANYTHING. HOW ELSE WOULD HE KNOW THEM IF NOT FROM HIS OWN MEMORY? IS THIS A STRETCH? YES. BUT ITS WHAT IM GOING WITH BECAUSE ALL THESE LITTLE THINGS LINING UP MAKES ME FEEL INSANE.) For a while, I was pretty much at a dead end. There isn’t much in the books about Maugris’ past lives, aside from Call’s confirmation that he was definitely Ludmilla and definitely that other bitch. Pretty much all we know about Ludmilla was that she set a hoard of beetles on Prague in revenge against her best friend’s ex husband. (Which is…weirdly specific and not at all specific at the same time. It tells me everything and nothing. Like it tells me that at the time divorce was possible.)

So, with no more canon material to dig through, I turned to the real world instead. And oh what do you know, there was a beetle outbreak in Prague in the 1870s.

Coincidence? I. THINK. NOT!!!!

(Actually yes. I think yes. No way in hell were Holly Black and Cassandra Claire researching beetle outbreaks in Prague while writing this. Or if they were, (hell, maybe that’s where the idea came from) they weren’t doing their math. That’s what this series is built off, I swear. A bunch of coincidences that just so happen to kind of line up sometimes.)

So, Ludmilla curses her friends ex husband in 1870, and Maugris hears about her sometime between then and 1884, which is when he makes the jump. I’m guessing Ludmilla did this, had 14 years to get notorious for it (and likely called all kinds of things and villainized—the past hasn’t exactly been kind to woman). Maugris saw all the chaos (hah. Chaos.) decided he needed in on that, and became her. Where was he for those fourteen years? No idea. As we get farther and farther from established canon, it gets harder and harder to track things in ways that don’t involve a bunch of guessing. Finding concrete answers was hard before, but it’s damn near impossible now. All I can hope now is that my leaps in logic are just that: logical.

Feel free to disagree with those leaps of logic. I am aware that some of my arguments here are not the most structurally sound in some areas. Hopefully it doesn’t totally break the theory.

My personal guess for why Ludmilla was remembered so well even though she did something that would be…not insignificant to the people affected but doesn’t really matter to everyone else is a combination of sexism and discrimination against makars in Europe that would have been going on at the time—either she was the reason they were banned or they were banned before her and she spent her childhood/teens hiding it and it was eventually revealed when she snapped and did what she did. It would make sense for her to be remembered well enough to be one of the names that were pulled from the book in Golden Tower if she was the reason Makars were banned in Europe. That would make sense as the reason that after her is a bunch of rest lives. Maugris stirred up too much shit all at once, and to keep people from catching on our skeleton stealer took a break.

Next time, I’m going to get into some more evil lives, and maybe try and better figure out what the fuck he was doing for the 14 years his ass was missing.

On a scale from 1-10 how insane do I sound?

Timeline

-Cold Massacre in 2002

-Constantine gets a soul replacement in 1998

-Maugris leaves Europe in 1971

-woman gets her body stolen in 1966

-Maugris body hops in 1930

-Maugris body hops in 1912

-Maugris body hops in 1899

-Makars get banned in Europe somewhere between 1884 and 1899 (maybe? This is my best guess, but I could be totally wrong about that)

-Maugris body hops into Ludmilla in 1884

-Ludmilla curses her friend’s ex husband in 1870

Years of Body Stealing (so far)

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Hi! Not an ask, more like a confession. I just really felt compelled to tell you that #RainbowRoad is the absolute best fan-created work i’ve ever engaged with, and i’ve been a fan of many things! You are an amazing storyteller.

I also felt compelled to reach out because my friends & family are perplexed. I am perplexed. Primarily because:

1. I started watching DTS. Excellent. Normal for me to try on a new Netflix show….mostly. But is it really? Sports? Me?

2. I casually check out streaming options for the real deal, because you know, i’m curious, and oh! Would you look at that…it’s almost the end of fall break….

3. I subscribe and what’s this….I am absorbing F1. Like i’ve been starved for a sport to enjoy my whole life. Replays. Free practice. Fuckin Tech Talk.

4. Suddenly, I’ve watched 3 seasons of DTS and a disturbing amount of F1 content and it’s COTA Sunday and i’m on the couch, surrounded by snacks, insisting that we have to watch the WHOLE qualifying session not just the highlights because we need to get a feel for everyone’s headspace going into the race.

5. Post-COTA; We have decided Sainz is our driver to watch. I’m also really intrigued by McLaren rn someone pls help. We’re shouting as we watch live as Ferrari pulls a 1-2 and wow. When’s the next race?

6. Mexico City. MEXICO CITY. Sainz has been our man now for 10 days and forever. I suppose i’ll have to dedicate myself to Williams next season but I feel conflicted about that and WHY do I have an OPINION on that already. Who am I? Also can I watch the whole race again just tuned into Russel’s radio? Did he really ask mid-race for tea on Verstappen’s timeout? You don’t have to answer either of those questions i’m probably going look that up as soon as I finish writing you this manic soliloquy.

I’m not saying that you’re to blame for this complex crisis of identity happening over here, i’m really not. I just….I know the difference by now when i’m transfixed by something that’ll surely pass and…well…when I find something that compels me to sit tight & take hold.

On second thought, yeah. From one internet stranger to another, this is your fault.

And i’m enjoying every second of it. ♥️🏎️♥️

P.S. If there is going to be another #rainbowroad story I will be more excited about that than I am about GO3. This summer has been hard and engaging with your work has made it so much less so. Thank you ♥️🏎️♥️

hello! thank you sooooo much. i'm excited that you've gotten so into f1.

couple of things:

1 - i love carlos. he is my favorite himbo. he is so dumb sometimes. all that boy knows how to do is drive but damn does he drive well! i have felt for a long time that he's a sleeper agent. he just goes under the radar. you should look up the circumstances of his first few podiums. some of his biggest achievements have been afterthoughts, sidelined by other drama in f1. for example, when he did all those crazy overtakes during the sprint race and ended up in p2, nobody was talking about it at all! drove me nuts. it is such a sainz thing to be winning races and still losing his seat at ferrari.

2 - williams is worth being a fan of. they are one of the most historic teams and are wccs! i know that's strange to think if you're coming into the sport now, but there are many, many reasons to love williams. the other cool thing about the team is their principal, james vowles, was part of brawn gp. since you're diving into dts, i highly recommend watching brawn gp on amazon prime. you will also develop a love for jensen button.

also, i'm sorry your summer has been hard, and i am glad i could shine some light for you. my summer also was rough, and i still feel like i am recovering. i do have a story in the pipeline. it's still very much in its early development so i don't know if i will write it, but it does exist in my head!

[nescaveckwriter]

Finding Hope - Street Corners, secrets & Comfort - Chapter 4 💕🐞

A/N: Oh wow y'all 🤗 it's been to long but life has been busy lately, with moving😅 but I'm back and got plenty of ideas, so y'all are in for a treat, I hope y'all enjoy this chapter,💞 but goodness me, as I were busy writing this, my heart were beating out of my chest😱. So sit back and enjoy. Love y'all so much.💞 Also part of @badthingshappenbingo 💕

Prompt: I'm Fine - will be in bold.😅🐞

Warnings: 18+ only please. Violence, A body, in detail description of the victim, mentions of drug, using drug, hallucinations, weapons, blood, anything else 😱 please let me know.

Words: 2643 😅

A/N: All work is mine, please do not copy my writing, but feel free to comment, like and reblog. Thank you🐞🧡

Pictures: Pinterest, Google etc.

Chapter Name: Street Corners, Secrets & Comfort.

The sweat rolls down her delicate face, it's not that the temperature spiked, no! It's simple from the scenes, no the visions, okay let's face the nightmare she had, his eyes, his cold blue eyes, eyes of steel, hardened and lifeless, unless he, watched them, she bit her lower lip, she didn't want to go there, everything is going well, at work, finally at a good place with her parents.

But what! Why now? Why all of the sudden did she had a nightmare of him again, something must've triggered it, but what! Closing her eyes, falling back on the bed, the pillows feels a little uncomfortable, and the blankets heavy, ever since that day, she'd hold onto a blanket as if it's a lifeline, like it's the one thing that saved her. She opened her eyes, sat upright rubbing her temple's, glancing at the radio clock 2:45 , 5th May... Letting out a heavy sigh, "no wonder, I feel this way" she says to no one there, it's the day, 14 years years ago, she and Hope got taken. Quickly blinking the tears away, she threw the covers off her, got off the bed, then started pacing up and down, wound up, it's days like these, she craves ecstasy so much, its happy drug, ya know .. it's the kind that puts you in another dimension, well if your fine with spiders, that is... Letting out a humourless chuckle "damn I am losing it again," walking towards the kitchen, opening the fridge door, then closing it, and opening it again, it's empty, of course its empty, got to busy to do shopping. Maybe she can go for a jog? Maybe cross that corner, to just buy one packet, just one... Glancing at the clock at 2:57, whispering to herself "if I take just one now, it takes approximately 45 minutes to start working, then I'll feel better for 3 hours, I'll be off my high by the time I have to go to work, right?".

Before she knew it, she was out by the door, hoodie on, walking down the street, crumpled up money in her hand, she sees the sketchy looking guy there, just by the corner, approaching him, the guy looked at "move, nothing to see here little girl" her emerald green eyes piercing his "a packet of 'X'" he chuckled "damn girl," he hands her the packets, and she gave him the cash. 

With trembling hands she took the packet, and practically ran back towards her flat, and up the stairs. Closed the door behind her, slid down it, pulled her hoodie down, taking the pill between her point finger and thumb... Contemplating whether she should give in to the urge or not, her phone ringing startled her, without looking at the caller ID... "H-Hello?" 

He could hear it, in her voice, she didn't sound like herself, but he ignored it, it's just a little after 3 in the morning so "we got a case!" The urgency in Aaron's voice could tell her that it was important, "see you in 10 mins" she didn't wait for him to answer, she ended the call, got up from the floor, made her way to her closet, grabbed a pair of jeans and a button up shirt , she started dressing, and put her up in a ponytail, slipping the ecstasy into her jean pocket. No, of course she'll never use it on the job, but somehow it makes her feel better knowing it is there, even if it makes her feel guilty for thinking of actually using it again. Grabbing her keys, she can't think of that now there's a case. 

As soon as she got in her little car, she checked the coordinates of the crime scene, and then adjusted the mirror, but catching a sight of herself made her wince, some days as she looked at her reflection, the only thing she saw, was the broken lonely girl, not the woman she was today. With that thought she started the car, and drove to work.

She parks at the scene, and gets out, her FBI badge hanging around her neck, walking towards the scene. It's a public park, so the grass is short and neat, and green. Instantly smiling as she the scrawny, tall man with his brownish curls, "Hey Spence,".

He looks down towards her, she's so short and friendly, she is so kind always and a good agent, he likes her, maybe a little more than he'll admit, but she's not the type of woman who'd be into a man like him, a nerd! An awkward man, who's not good with the ladies like Derek would say, he smiles "Eddie, morning" as she looked up at him, he could tell something was wrong, her emerald eyes is troubled, his very perceptive, one of his strong suits, well that and having a eidetic memory and reading 20,000 words per minute. Concern evident "you okay?"

Nodding "I'm fine". She hated it when people asked that, so she got down to business "what happened?" He could tell she was far from fine, but also she didn't want to talk about so he spoke in a more professional tone "neighbourhood watch, saw something glistening and took a closer look, a woman wrapped in cling film, there's not a single drop of blood, so it was just a dumping ground" As he enlightened her she walked closer, crouching down, looking at the girls face, young about 17 maybe 18. 

Putting on a pair of gloves, she tilted her head side to side, her thumb at her chin, she had to check, tilted her head backwards, there it is .. "no" she whispered, she saw the small incision, in the crease of her neck. She took out her knife, and cut the cling film open. She didn't wait for the forensic team, she heard Reid say something but it sounded like he was underwater... She laid there, naked exposed to the whole world to see, her fingernails filled with her own skin, scratching marks everywhere, "bastard!" She kept repeating, as she looked at her feet, there it was the small needle marks. It's him! "The Collector" all of the sudden Meredith felt sick like she was about to puke, the sinking feeling in her stomach even worse than this morning, the unshed tears burning behind her eyes.

She stumbled to her feet,  shaking and trembling, her eyes wide as she looked up at Spencer, he looked down at her "Eddie? Are you okay? You don't look so well!" She couldn't form words, the collector's face, his eyes, his voice, his smell... Her breathing became ragged, sweat trickling down her face, her chest feels tight... Spencer placed his big hands on her shoulders, he knew she was having an anxiety attack, why he didn't know, yes this scene is bad, but they've seen worse, his voice calm and soothing "just breathe, in and out". 

It took a few seconds for her to register that someone was touching her, she didn't realise it was Spencer, when she went hysterical, "NO! No! Leave ... Me ... Leave me alone!" She said between gasps. 

Spencer immediately threw his hands up in the air "It's me, Spencer" but he could tell she was somewhere else caught up in a nightmare. Honestly he never saw her like this so scared, vulnerable looking, it's like she saw a ghost. 

Just then Aaron Hotchner arrived on the scene, he didn't get very far when he saw the concerned look on Reid's face, and when he saw Lang, he took long strides towards them. He saw the trembling, in her small body, the scared look on her face, without having to know the details he knew it had to be something with her past, and all if the sudden he felt this protective fatherly urge come over him, he embraced her, yes she struggled and mumbled something, but when he whispers in his low gruff voice "I've got you, your safe" it was the sentence Gideon said to her the day they found her. 

It's like she got out of her trance and then looked up at him, softly "Gideon he...he always said that" he looked down, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "I know". 

As she looked at him, realising, he looked familiar not his facial features but his eyes... She pushed him away, "you... You were there, weren't you!" Before he could reply, she started to stumble backwards, “get away from me…. Get away dammit!” tears streaming down her face, mumbling “I… I can’t believe this.. No… No… this can’t be happening”.

Aaron took a slow step towards her “Meredith listen to me, it doesn’t change anything, let us help you, your family, I know you don’t trust anyone, but you can trust me, trust Reid and your team, we’ve got you”. Her breathing were ragged and everything was a blur, nothing made sense, she could barely hear the words coming out of his mouth, she looked at Spencer who stood there, with a shocked expression, confusing written over his face, and at that stage it felt like her world came crashing down, she ran towards her car, she needed to get away,she needed to wake up from this nightmare, wishing - no praying she fell asleep and this isn’t real. 

Aaron tried to talk her out of it but she quickly reversed, and sped off. Before she knew it she was at her apartment, her safe space or rather her only place where she could regain focus, a sense of balance… She ran upstairs, opening the closet, looking at the evidence board, anger evident “Why now, you bastard, why strike after all these years?” She paces up and down, papers and flies flying through the air, as she goes through all the gathered evidence. “Why now?” she repeated out loud. 

The images of that girl in the park, that could have been her, fourteen years ago, she always did feel so guilty for surviving. And now to find out her new boss Aaron Hotchner was the second agent who found her, who saw her as that broken little girl. Screaming “How the hell am I supposed to face him again, arghhhh!” she threw a punch towards the sketch of the ‘collector’s’ face. Shaking out the bloody knuckles she fell to her knees crying “why… why the hell do you have to ruin my life still, you bastard” grunting as her back hit the wall, Her hands in her hair, she hated feeling helpless, scared and damn vulnerable. She rubbed her hands together, then brought her knees to her chest, the holstered 9 millimetre,uncomfortable so she unclips it. Removing the shiny metal object, clocks it and places it down next to her.

Removing her belt with the holster, her fingers brushing against the jean pocket, remembering the pills, “yes… yes I need it” the fingers fumble with them taking two… “The hell with staying clean” she mumbles before pushing it in between her full sweetheart lips, “I’ll feel better right? I have to” mumbling waiting for the effects to take place “I need to forget, I want to forget… why can’t I forget.?”   

She sat there, trembling, crying, clenching and unclenching her fists “Please I need to feel something else” she practically begs for the drugs to work. She grunts in frustration ‘Why isn’t it work, it needs to work dammit” Looking around the room, then up at the evidence board, she tilts her head to the side, out of her closet comes a big spider, carrying on his back about a 100 little black spiders, all of the sudden it starts to crawl up her boots, to her legs towards her thighs, up to her torso, then finally covering her arms. She can feel it on her face, her body everywhere. It’s been so long that it’s scary again, there’s so many and they keep coming and coming. Big and small… so many. “Get it off me… go away…” she begs. “Go away… get it off me” she starts slapping the non-existing spiders, clawing at her arms, neck. Then came the laughter, his laughter. “No… No… Please Go away. Don’t hurt me again please. Don’t please” His face was right in front of her and she punched into the air.

Spencer walked into her apartment, the door was unlocked and he could tell something was wrong, the grunts and frustrating sounds coming from upstairs sent a chill down his spine, weapon in hand he quickly but silently went up, his long legs only catching every third step. As he entered the bedroom, papers scattered everywhere, but what really shook him, was that 5ft2 woman rocking forward and backwards like she was a trapped little child, her whimpering and begging, “Go away, leave me and Hope alone” it was a chant, a desperate, heartbreaking chant. He catches a glimpse of the service pistol next to her, and then a packet of what must’ve been drugs, she sure is strung out of her mind. 

He slowly and softly approached, his voice soothing and calm “Eddie? Hey it’s me Spencer Reid” he repeated the same sentence a few times over, before she looked up at him, her pupils blown and in a swift motion she picked up the 9 mil and pointed it in his direction, his hazel eyes widens “Eddie, please don’t do that” hysterically she shouts at him “did he send you? Are you here to take me to the chamber?” the weapon swayed. He knew he looked intimidating so he slowly crouched down on his knees and spoke softly “It’s me Spencer” softly she replied “Spencer?” he nodded a compassionate smile on his lips “It’s me, your friend remember” she lowered the gun. “S-Sorry” he looked at her and despite the fact that he doesn’t like physical touch he pulled her towards him. Snaking his long arms around her, as she kept repeating “He’s here, his here” and he just cooed “You’re safe, I’m here I won’t let anything happen to you” and he meant every single word. The way she looked up at him, with tears streaking down her freckled cheeks “promise?” that one word broke him, the way she sounded, his own voice laced with heavy emotion “yes I promise” he went to sat down, not breaking the emotional embrace in fact he might’ve pulled her closer towards his chest, and she let out a sigh as her head rested on his chest as she found comfort in this, closing her eyes as her hands gripped his arm, he didn’t mind the slight pain, she needed him and he will always be there for her.

The coroner called Aaron Hotchner over, after the autopsy of that poor girl, the coroner explained that she was drugged, malnourished with multiple broken fractures, and that all the blood was drained out of her body, with her thyroid bone missing, he also told Hotch that he found a photo in her mouth with a inscription on the back, as Hotch took the photo he recognized the blonde much older woman from the framed photo on Meredith Lang’s desk it was Hope… he turned to read the message on the back. ‘Meredith Lang, you think you’re better than me, but I know what you did, so let’s play a game. You’re the little mouse and I’m the big bad cat. I’ll pounce when you least expect it. - love The Collector.’ Aaron clenched the photo in his fist, concern on his face. Somehow Meredith feels like his daughter and he’ll make sure that this bastard will never lay a finger on her again, he whispers underneath his breath “I’m coming for you.”