#dont know what i would do without knowing these photos exist

[drchucktingle]

Hello Dr Tingle! I wanted to ask you about that re: your post about how all your books are serious literature (hell yeah Love is real). How do you personally deal with the whole traditional publishing institution? It attracts a whole different level of coverage and it seems that they're very quick to try and box you and like turn you into a brand. Is it stiffling? Is it freeing? Does the attention help more people understand your trot? I don't know I've never been published but since you have experience in both traditional and self publishing I'm interested in knowing how that's feeling for you

well this is a pretty complex question with lots of different trots but i will try my best to answer. lets start with WHO I AM as buckaroo name of chuck

what i create has a very strong voice and my way is pretty recognizable. while buckaroos do not know what most authors look like, i REALLY stand out in a dang crowd with a big pink bag on my head. if you see 50 random author photos and mine is mixed in and then you ask 'which photo do you remember the most?' it is probably gonna be chuck. i also have a VERY UNIQUE STORY with what i create and my artistic sensibilities, not a lot of buds are out there making trans mothman erotica along with their big five traditional publishing bestsellers (SIDENOTE preorder BURY YOUR GAYS)

now if you were going to take 'CHUCK TINGLE' to a marketing department they would FALL OVER BACKWARDS IN THEIR DANG CHAIR with excitement. it is hard to think of an author with a stronger BRAND than i already have in the sense of 'instantly recognizable trot and specific unique style'. even in answering this you can tell that i dont even TALK like other dang authors.

what i am getting at is this: i am VERY VERY LUCKY because my existence just so happens to equate to what a company would see as GOOD BRANDING. it is not intentional on my part, it is just the hand of fate i guess. im out here expressing myself in a FULL ON WAY that is PRETTY DANG STRANGE TO SOME and it just so happens to work as mainstream branding too

on paper you might think 'what the heck no way chuck tingle will fly as a mainstream trot' but honestly the main thread of this timeline can be surprising sometimes. ive been saying the key ingredient for years and i will say it again: LOVE AND SINCERITY RESONATE. when you make art with this fuel, the timeline will feel it. when you stand up tall and shout with your whole chest THIS IS MY WAY AND I LOVE MYSELF. I AM THE WORLDS GREATEST AUTHOR TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT, the timeline will listen

so all that said, i do not mind the idea of myself as 'brand' because i am not CHANGING myself to create this effect. what some might see as 'brand' i just see as another part of my art. i have always believed that art is THE WHOLE EXPERIENCE not just the painting but what is outside of the frame. WHO I AM is just as important as the books i write, and interacting with my way is a whole MULTIMEDIA experience that INCLUDES YOU TOO. it is the feeling when your friend shows you your first tingler cover, or the feeling when you realize that i am not playing a character. this is ALL a part of the tingleverse and it is all a part of my honest raw expression as a queer and neurodivergent buckaroo.

YOU ARE PART OF THIS ART TOO

it is my nature of have a PUNK ROCK trot. always has been. but to me that does not mean just angrily going against everything for the sake of going against everything. for me, this punk rock trot means fighting to EXPRESS MYSELF IN THE MOST HONEST AND PURE FORM POSSIBLE and to create the art that i want to make without any boundaries

somehow i have threaded the needle in this really interesting once-in-a-dang-lifetime kind of way. my pure punk rock self as an OUTERSIDER ARTIST just so happens to resonate with this larger system of brand and traditional publishing and popular culture. i COULD reject this, but rejecting it would be LESS HONEST.

this is just who i am. i LIKE pop culture. i LIKE joy. i LIKE dressing in all pink and wearing my custom suits. I LIKE PROVING LOVE IS REAL WHAT THE HECK ELSE EVEN IS THERE? i love being a queer outsider artist and using my small voice to shout at the big bad devils and i like that every time i shout a few more of you buckaroos join the chorus and together we are just getting louder and louder and louder and WHO KNOWS what comes next for us all trotting together.

when i post something like 'WHAT A GREAT DAY TO PROVE LOVE' it is not me sitting here in a bad mood thinkin 'well i gotta make todays post to keep up with my brand'. i am ACTUALLY FEELING THAT FEELING and i actually believe it with every fiber of my being. honestly, half the time i post about the beauty of this timeline i am probably over here literally crying tears of joy (chuck is an emotional bud i get riled over the joy of existence A LOT)

and heres the best part of this trot: because i really have this punk rock way it makes me very powerful. others can pretend not to care about success and brand and all that but I REALLY DO NO CARE. i would write tinglers whether buds were reading them or not, this is just my natural state, and that makes me incredibly strong. if some big corporation says 'YOU MUST DO THIS' and i dont want to do it i just say 'no thanks'. it is not some big debate about my career or anything like that because I REALLY DO NOT CARE IN THE SLIGHTEST. i care about the art

because of this, my relationship with my GIANT TRADITIONAL PUBLISHING MACHINE is great. we trot like equals and we get along really well. i tell them exactly what i want to do and they let me do it. i really do not have to answer to anyone and they deserve a huge amount of credit for respecting me in this way.

and heres the thing, THEY ALSO HAVE SOME GREAT IDEAS

SPECIFICALLY my imprint of NIGHTFIRE is very dang cool. yes, they are the head of a giant hydra of a BIG FIVE PUBLISHER, but nightfire is SO DANG ART-FOCUSED

there is no right or wrong way to be an artist, and my path is not the only one, but i can tell you what WORKS FOR ME. this is the advice i would give myself, and buckaroos can take it or leave it

here it is: never beg the big book publisher, or record label, or movie studio to pay attention to you

do not let it become a lotto ticket in your brain. do not think that you are some weak little creature and maybe if you trot just right they will scoop you up and take care of you. do not go to their door begging to be let in

LET THEM COME TO YOUR DOOR

create something so incredible and beautiful and honest and powerful and unique and important that they would be foolish to miss out. create a community or a system or a timeline or a world of imagination that thrives on its own and THEY SHOULD BE SO LUCKY TO BE A PART OF IT

then when you sit down at that board meeting it is not 'please brand me, ill do whatever you want'. instead, it is 'lets make a deal and see how much love we can prove together.'

now lets trot buckaroos

[andy-wm]

Why is Bam on insta?

This thought flashed in my head when i saw the most recent photos of Bam.

Maybe I'm just slow and everyone else figured this out already but maybe not, so I’m sharing it.

The Bam insta account isn't just a fun side project set up by JK while he’s doing military service. He doesn't even have an account for himself*, so why would he make one for his puppy? It's not like he needs (or wants?) more followers or influence, and he could have just used his t1ct0k, where hes already got gazillions of followers.

When bowwow_bam first appeared, many comments suggested he created it to keep in touch with ARMY while he's serving in the military. And yes he DID share the account with ARMY on weverse, but I doubt that's the reason it exists.

Bowwow_bam is not for ARMY...

The photos JK gets from the training centre let him know that Bam is happy and well cared for.

Even though Bam has been in and out of the training centre often while JK has had his schedules, those stays were brief compared to 18 months. This time, Bam will basically be living there full time, long term.

Maybe this is why JK sent Bam to the training centre so often in the past, when he might have left Bam with friends or family instead. That way, the training centre became familiar to Bam before his long term stay.

Bowwow_bam is for JK

Bam's photos are likely sent to JK directly, so why post them to a public platform? And why post ONLY these?

Why?

Sure, it's a good way for JK to stay connected to ARMY with minimal effort. Let's not be foolish enough to think he doesn't care about that. It's pretty clear he wants to pick up his career where he left off when he comes back. (It goes without saying that BTS - and JK - will still have millions of fans after MS.)

But i don't believe thats the only reason Bam has an insta account, and i dont think it's the most significant reason either.

There are so many ways JK could have maintained a socials presence. If he wanted to be on insta, even just reposting old content would keep him at the forefront of ARMY's mind... if he had an insta account* that is.

It also got me thinking about what JK will be doing with his time off.

He isn't all that close to his family, he tells us. And most of his friends are idols, from what we see (although that could be selective information), so probably insanely busy with their own schedules. And his Bangtan brothers, his found family, are also doing their service. And he and Jimin are apparently on different shifts (if the information we have is correct).

So who is he connecting wiith?

Who is his link to home and normality?

This doggo right here is.

Besides letting JK know that Bam is happy and well cared for, the photos connect JK to home and give him something tangible to look forward to on the other side of his service.

They'd remind him that this episode of his life has an end date, that he has a place to return to, and that somebody is waiting for him to come home. Bam is waiting for him.

But why post them on instagram?

We know JK has a strong connection with ARMY. He's said many times that we're his safe place (debatable, honestly) and his happy place (I truly hope so). He's told us it's ARMY he talks to late at night when he's alone. He's also set clear boundaries about what he's prepared to share and how close we're allowed to come - although he blurs these lines himself sometimes... naked livestreams from his bed come to mind, but i digress...

I believe the insta account - Bam and ARMY together - is his anchor. This is his link back to his life before and after MS.

Sharing these photos from the training centre with his three (or four or five) million closest friends would validate for JK what his life has been, and will be again. It tells him we (like Bam) are still here, still waiting, without him ever having to ask.

It keeps that part of his life real for him.

Just to be clear,

I'm not downplaying the significance of Jimin and JK serving together in the companions program.

In my mind nothing could be more significant.

Jimin is with him day after exhausting day, just as he has been for the last twelve years. While that must be an enormous comfort to them both, these long and arduous days must still seem endless.

Getting through this difficult time with any sort of optimism would require something to look forward to, and recieving photos of Bam would give JK much happiness, and remind him that there is life outside of the camp.

They'd serve to remind him that at the end of it all he will see his beloved doggo in person...

...and that he and Jimin will go home and his little family will be whole again

💜🐰🐶🐥💛

*pretty sure he does tho...

~as always, opinions are my own and all of this is conjecture~

[fagboyfriend]

i rlly like ur composition, i wanna know about your process :D

thank uuu !! yeah so like. composing a scene for me generally begins with a vague idea that i want to get down as quickly as possible- and for me that usually starts with finding a setting. I knew that i wanted to draw a) a group of roomates gossiping in a crowded kitchen and i wanted there to be b) one figure in the extreme foreground and c) lots of plants. i do use some tools to figure out perspective, mainly the csp perspective ruler. Usually i start by finding a picture i like similar to the vibe im going for- but instead of referencing anything else- im purely interested in perspective. sorry to anyone who is shocked i dont generate all of my perspective purely by myself- i can draw in perspective fairly well but i struggle to make straight lines and this is easier to make grids with than the line tool lol ^_^ i try to use it kinda more like spellcheck on typos than like something to fully rely on. this is the video i learned this trick from:

i saw the left photo and realllly loved how the cabinets alligned with the wall- so i used my ruler tool to draw out my inital plotted points from the image- basically the linear movements i was most interested in and then i turned off the image layer and worked with those lines and the ruler tool to move on. eventually i had this:

which was enough for me to put my characters in for the inital round. if you notice- i made a looot of further adjustments as i go on. this sketch is not a final layout, its so my characters have somewhere to be! i cannot draw someone standing on a floor if theres no floor, nor leaning on a table that doesnt exist. i can’t draw my characters without a background, but i also cant finish my background without accounting for how my characters can comfortably exist in it!!

this was the like.. very basic start. i knew the positions of two characters- but i needed to change a lot not only to fit them better but to allow for the other two figures i had planned.

okay.. a little better. i widened the kitchen, closed the fridge door.. added a chair and fit in all the figures.. but this is waaay too dramatic. only two figures are actually interacting- and they are at wildly different energy levels!

this is where things started to make a little more sense characterwiss, so i was ready to refine backgrounds and figures and unite the two.

inital base sketch. much better layout.

okay- this is where im getting my footing but things seem.. really really off. You can see me working on my framing here- theres some good linear movement from left to right here- but not vertically. It’s hard to notice the figure in the far back, so i need to redirect the viewers eye to move upwards as well!

this is where i decided to zoom out, add an interesting vertical element to the left of the image and make it clearer whats happening in the foreground. i had to account for some stuff by adjusting the cropping, but i paid attention to that as well.

annnd- thats what a clean sketch looks for me! i have all the elements of my scene accounted for, and things are clean enough to read.

the next step for me would be transfer! essentially- I print the image of my sketch out, resizing and taping pages together so my sketch matches the size of the paper i want to paint on, and then i use a lightboard to transfer my sketch with pencil onto my paper. Then i refine the sketch a few times on paper before stretching my watercolor paper (essentially just prepping for painting) and inking with a brush and colored ink before going in with watercolor, gouache and ink, then usually finishing with marker, colored pencil, pastel and ink. it’s a lengthy process but a lot of fun lol. but sketches for me can be like.. 15 layers of different roughs until im happy with just the sketch. there were more images but im on mobile and theres a 10 image limit 😭😭 im a bit masochistic but i believe that if i dont have a good sketch i dont have a good painting!!

[mrs-monaghan]

Now today we got that goddam proof that jikook is fanservice when jk said suddenly they set up the shoot lol

I hope you are coping well ❤️‍🩹

Antis with all their anti-ness dont push the FS narrative as hard as the vermin do. So I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you're a Taekooker.

Ladies and gentlemen this roach is talking about this

I won't even get into the fact that you were most likely seething with jealousy when u sent this ask. You can lie to yourself all you want but you wish it was Taekook who filmed this fanservice. Alone. Together. You would give anything to switch positions with us and it shows.

I hope you're coping well

Hmm....

Bitch, take a seat. Go on, have a seat. Let me tell you something you didn't know. Are you ready? Coz its a big one. For some very weird strange reason y'all still think V and JK are a couple when a whole Jennie exists. So I'm not gonna talk about that. V and Jennie being a couple is crazy but here is something crazier.

I'm sure this photo is familiar.

And if its not, you're welcome. It's cute, isn't it?

So the reason why Taekook cannot be real is because; that's JK holding Jimin as they slow dance casually without a care in the world and with guess what? Your fav standing right there!

Let me know if that wasn't enough arrows and I can add more. I just wanna make sure you see the picture.

But that isn't even the best part. I recently found out that this night, this night where JK has his hands on Jimin's waist all intimately while they dance like it's no big deal,

Thanks to @chicknbunny13 I recently found out that it was V's birthday!!!!

Can you fucking believe that shit?????

Anon, imagine you and your friends go to this party and it just so happens to be your birthday. And then your boyfriend (right infront of you) goes and grabs your best friend's waist and they start slow dancing. They're not goofing around either. No. It's for real. They're just casually moving, slowly, not even looking at you or paying you any mind. How would that make you feel?

Taekook is not and cannot be real for a million reasons. And one of the most powerful one is the amount of times Jikook have done some sus shit right in front of V's salad. You can call it fanservice all you want, but it wouldn't hurt you guys sm if you didn't know deep down what that means.

Edit: @magicshop-pjm1 just reminded me of this part:

What do u call that anon? JK being aware that Taekook together will bring in more views? 🤔 Let me guess, because its Tkk, its not FS. That only applies to Jikook?

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We are getting a GCF 2.0 featuring our favs and its gonna be great. So yes anon. We are doing fucking amazing. Thanks for your concern though.

[pjisskullourful]

𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶

🌼Damiano × reader

part 28 [series masterpost]

NSFW 🚨 nasty kinky filthy slutty smut

° Damiano David/female reader insert

wordcount::: 9,880

° part anon request: How would you feel about at some point Damiano and his girlfriend having a massive embrace at some point? Like a bear hug. You know those full body ones where you’re just squeezing the shit out each other and there just like a palpable feeling of love and connection between the two of you? + part inspired by this spicy audio ° dont forget that commissions are back!! you can snatch up the 4th spot in my priority cue here

° [ITA:] favoloso: fabulous - cazzo: fuck

The day at work had seemed to take more energy than was typical. You were still feeling tense as you climbed into your car.

There had been too many points during the day where you had felt like you didn’t know what you were doing. Between catching up on the things you had missed while in Australia and helping with the integration of the office’s new system, it had been nonstop. And Max had been out sick, giving you no access to your quick pick-me-up.

As you drove the familiar route home, you caught yourself in cycles of thought. You were replaying things that you had said or things done, so that you could assess yourself. You identified more than one instance where you could have done better.

The embarrassment was like a taste coating the inside of your mouth - always present, even when you weren’t actively thinking about it. It would only be dispelled through active efforts.

It lingered, even as you walked through the front door of your apartment.

You didn’t have the place to yourself this week - Damiano had four days free from the world tour. So far as you knew, his plan for the night was solely to hang out with you.

You were quick to remove your restraining shoes before setting off to locate Damiano.

You found him in the lounge room, standing with his back to you as he got something down from the bookshelf. In just sweatpants, he looked relaxed, maybe you could gain some of that mood for yourself simply by being around him.

“Honey, I’m home.” You said, able to fake a fraction of enthusiasm.

He turned to face you straight away, smiling even before his eyes were on you. “Hey, there’s my baby. I was just looking at photos of you.”

He held up a collection of Polaroid photos that was in one hand. From the bookshelf, he had picked out an album that was dedicated to these smaller prints. You ignored the couch, walking toward him.

“I was separating the just-for-us stuff from the safe-for-work stuff.” He explained.

This album sat in the main room, able to be viewed by anyone visiting your home, you couldn’t be surprised if someone wanted to look through the pages. And if they did they would see smiling photos, silly photos, group photos, sentimental photos, non-explicit photos.

The explicit photos were in a secret spot - living in a smaller book on his bedside table. These were moments that existed only for the two of you. Newer additions included the both of you naked in front of a hotel bathroom mirror, thanks to him taking an artistic view of how each of you looked when emerging from the shower. You had taken a photo of him completely naked as he had enjoyed a cigarette on a hotel balcony.

“Oh, a very important job.” You said. “Can I interrupt that to ask for a hug?”

He set the objects down without hesitation. “Abso-fuckin’-lutely you can.”

He turned back to you, extending both of his arms out. Instantly you placed yourself into his personal space, your chest flush to his as you wrapped your arms around his middle. You rested your cheek on his shoulder as he embraced you with just the right firmness.

You shut your eyes, getting away from the negativity in your mind as you felt this closeness to him in every part of your body. His body heat wrapped around every inch of you, so comforting.

When you squeezed him tighter, he responded by squeezing you back. And he didn’t release you, he remained consistent in matching how you were giving all of your energy to this.

It felt nice to exist just like this, connected to him with nothing to do but be wrapped up in his love. Simplicity with no reason to assess. Effortlessly you matched your breathing to his. You didn’t pay any attention to time passing as you felt like you could melt into him.

He rubbed his hand up-and-down your back. “Are you okay? Did you have a bad day?”

“It was just a day of too much.” You said. “It was too much of shortcuts in the new system that I don’t know, it was too much trying to solve a bunch of little problems. It was too much thinking, my brain feels fried.”

“You’re gonna get there with the new system, kitten. It’s the point where you’ve still got the training wheels on. But one little improvement at a time and you will be killing it, on two wheels.” He said. “And you know I’m right because Daddy is always right.”

“Mm-hmm.” It was the best response that you could give him because the goal he was talking about didn’t feel within reach, not yet. 

“I’m sorry your brain is feeling all deep-fried and shit.” He said. “Do you want your Master to do all of the thinking for you?”

“Yes, please.” You said, quietly and needily.

“Okay, how about this: you go have a nice shower, literally wash the day away and I will have a lovely cup of tea waiting for you when you’re done? While you’re enjoying that, I will make us dinner. I saw that we have all the supplies for me to make you that beef and spinach pie you love so much.” He said. “Does that sound good to you?”

You pulled back so you could meet his eyes. “Yes, please. That sounds fucking perfect.”

“While I’m home it’s my duty to take care of you, so I better do a good job of it.” He said. He gave your ass a gentle pat.  “You go shower and I will do the rest.”

*** *** ***

You found yourself dwelling, once the distractions of showering and eating were gone, you reverted back to unhelpful thoughts. You were dreading the day at work tomorrow, instead of concentrating on the TV show that was playing, you were imagining scenarios that you would screw up. Your thoughts were moving quickly too, you didn't think you would be able to fall asleep to get away from these cyclical thoughts.

Damiano sighed as he picked up the remote, clicking to silence the music over the closing credits. “I don't know.”

You blinked, forcing yourself to focus. “Yeah, me neither.”

The second episode of Orphan Black: Echoes had just wrapped up and you couldn't think of anything noteworthy to discuss, because you had barely been paying attention. It had simply been playing, and now it wasn't.

The two of you had been waiting to watch this sequel series together, keeping an eye on the release date and planning the best time to start watching. You had saved it for when you were both home, minimising distractions. But it wasn't the experience you had been hoping for. It hadn't kept your interest enough to stop your mind from wandering - you were still thinking and imagining, all manner of things that had nothing to do with the science fiction show.

He didn't let the next episode begin playing. “I don't know if it's hooked me in yet. We used to have jaw-dropping and oh my God, can you believe that just happened moments in every episode.” He looked at you beside him on the sofa. “It's interesting, but it's not like I need to stay up all night to find out what happens next. It's not- it's not like the original.”

“No, it isn't. And I keep thinking about the original, too.” You said. “It makes it kind of hard to focus.”

“Maybe we would enjoy it more if we just took it as a separate thing.” He said.

You sat forward, checking the time on the screen of your phone. “We have time to keep watching, to see if we can get invested in it. But I think I will need tea before that. Do you want a cup, too?”

“Amazing idea. Yes, thank you.” He said before suddenly perking up, alerted. “Shit, I've gotta get that stuff out of the dryer. I'll meet you back here, okay?”

“Okay.”

Both of you left the quiet lounge room. As you were standing at the counter, listening to the kettle boiling, an idea came to you.

You didn't know why this solution hadn't occurred to you earlier. It grabbed you and you immediately believed its enticing potential.

You walked out of the kitchen before the water was boiled, heading into the bedroom. He was exactly where you had been expecting, folding and putting away the laundry. He greeted you with a smile, but he was hardly distracted from his task.

You sat down on the mattress, a heavy sigh accompanying this action. This earned you a concerned look from him.

“Are you still feeling low, baby?” He asked.

You nodded. “I can’t, like, shake the thoughts off. And because I have to be back there tomorrow morning, it feels like I don’t get the chance to properly relax.”

“I'm not used to seeing you so hung up on work stuff like this.” He said. “I know you said before that you didn't want to talk about it, but it could help. Maybe if you just ranted and got all of it off your chest, you would feel better?”

“I have a different idea. My problem is that I can't stop thinking about it. Well, what if I was forced to think about something else, something that I really have to concentrate on or there would be consequences?” You said.

He furrowed his brow as he placed a bunch of socks into a draw. “I'm not sure I know what you're getting at here.”

You took a deep breath. “Can I have the CEO, please?”

He paused, looking up from the basket of clothes, a smile starting at the right corner of his lips. “Oh. That's the solution you have come up with?”

“Yeah. Is that- are you in the mood for that tonight?” You asked.

“I would be more than happy to play with you, naturally. And if it's a way to help you feel better- how could I refuse?” He said, removing the laundry basket from the bed before coming over to stand in front of you. He ran his hand down the side of your face. “I actually have a little scenario in mind for those characters.”

You licked your lips. “Can the CEO be mean to me?”

“Mean? Yeah, I can think of some ways to be less nice, more serious.” He said.

“Thanks.” You said.

He leaned down to kiss you on the forehead. “Thank you for letting me help, even if this is an unexpected approach.” His demeanour had subtly changed when he straightened up again. “I should get changed, and then I wanna see you in the other bedroom.”

“Do you want me to get changed too?” You asked - you were just wearing an old pair of pyjama pants with a plain tee.

“No, clothes aren't going to be necessary for you.” He said, moving away as he began to formulate some kind of plan. “How about you give me a little privacy for this part? You go back out to the living room, I'll get ready then head to the other bedroom and I will let you know when to come in.”

“Okay.” You said, getting to your feet.

“Hey…” He said before you could get too close to the door. “I love you.”

You smiled and, unable to help yourself, you rushed over to him. You hurriedly kissed him. “I love you too.” 

You had to take advantage of this moment for affection, because once the scene started there wouldn't be time for cute or sweet gestures. You didn't linger, turning around and leaving him to get into character. You already felt a little better, the distraction was promising.

Instead of waiting on the lounge, you took yourself back into the kitchen. You set the water to boil again and as it went through this noisy process, you got rid of the second cup.

When he called out your name, you were ready with a single steaming mug of tea. You walked towards the other bedroom, unable to dwell on your earlier thoughts as you concentrated on your posture and how to best portray your character of the secretary. It wasn’t your typical leisurely speed for walking around your apartment, you walked with the intent of getting there swiftly. But you didn’t run or anything like that, imagining how that could be perceived as strange by an office full of workers.

He had left the door slightly ajar, you knocked your fist lightly against the door before opening it. “Good morning, sir. I have that cup of tea for you.”

His back was to you as he sat at the desk. He had gone to the trouble of turning on the desktop computer that was usually reserved for your gaming. You could see that he had opened up a word document, currently it was blank but maybe there was some typing he intended to do.

“Lock that door and bring it over.” He said without turning his head.

You shut the door (it didn’t actually lock) and crossed the room. You saw that he was now dressed in a black suit, paired with an emerald green tie. Completing the look was the bored expression he wore, so convincing that you could believe he had been rotting away in here for hours.

As you set the mug down, he dragged his eyes over to you. “Do you have any idea how truly mind-numbing these performance reviews are to read?”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help, sir?” You asked.

He took his hands off the desk and leaned back in the chair. “Actually, yes. I need something to make all of this work not seem so fucking neverending. And reading through hundreds of reviews, I deserve a reward for all of that work, wouldn’t you say?”

“Absolutely.” You said immediately. You thought about leaving out the door if (for even one second) it seemed like he was going to engage you in any problem-solving.

“Favoloso. I’m glad we agree. Take all your clothes off.” He said and you didn’t hesitate to push down your comfortable pants. “My day has been so dull, painfully so. But you’re going to help me fix that, aren’t you?”

Your skin had begun to rise into mild goosebumps as you took off your panties, the final piece of clothing. “It would be my pleasure.”

“This very boring work has given me time to think and plan. And I have a lot of plans for you, sweetie.” He said, swivelling the chair so that he could face you. “Turn around and hold your hands behind your back.”

As you started to turn away, you saw him reach for the knot that kept his tie in place. You didn’t see if he got it loosened before you were facing the wall. You looked at the light wall paint as you waited, unsure of how you could settle into this scene yet. You overlapped your wrists and rested them at the small of your back.

He took your wrists in his hand, then you felt soft fabric moving against your skin. You realised this was the emerald tie, being wrapped around your wrists.

The next thing he said was whispered. “You can always safe word.”

“Thank you, I will.” You responded as you hoped for him to pick a scenario that wasn’t too close to your reality.

He cleared his throat. “Obviously it’s beneath my paygrade to do, but if I were to write a performance review for you, I would applaud your discretion.” He began creating knots in the tie, trapping your hands in their current position. “I hoped that you would be able to keep secrets. And you have impressed me.” He latched his fingers onto your forearms, unexpectedly tugging on them, threatening your balance. “But don’t get too used to me complimenting you. Now, is that too tight?”

“No, it’s comfortable.” You said.

“Turn around.” He said. “That’s much better than looking at words on a screen.” His brow furrowed as he observed you. “You look worried. Nobody is gonna ask any questions of why you're in here, no matter how long you're gone for. Whatever work you were doing before you came in, that's all taken care of.”

“I know.” You said.

“I've got something that's gonna help you clear your mind.” He said. He opened the desk’s top draw and pulled out a familiar object. It was a matte black, egg-shaped vibrator. It was a small toy that would go inside of you, while being controlled by a separate remote.

You nodded, pleased by this progression. From the draw, he also took out a bottle of lubricant. He squeezed some of the strawberry-scented product onto his fingers then rubbed this all over the toy, making it shiny.

“Spread your legs.” He said. “I doubt I need that much lube, I bet you're already very wet.” He had a knowing smile as you stepped one foot away from the other. He leaned forward and down, pointing the tapered end of the toy up. He got this lined up with your entrance and started stretching your pussy open. “Yep, so wet, it just turns you on so much to get played with, huh?”

You nodded, feeling your heart rate increase. “Yes. Yes, sir. I hope all day for you to call me in, every time I get a notification on my computer it's like- like my pussy trembles.” Your breath shook on the next inhale. “And all night I'm dreaming of the ways you could play with me.”

“And you're just ready whenever I want you, it's so convenient.” He said, guiding the currently inactive toy deeper into you. “I guess I picked the right office toy.”

He got the toy nestled between your walls. He directed its flexible arm, shaping it to your labia majora, this anchor would keep the toy from slipping loose.

“This isn't to make you come. In fact, if you come, I'm gonna be very fucking annoyed and there will be a punishment.” He said. “This is just to keep you in line while you concentrate on your task.

“Now, is your balance gonna screw you up too much, or can you climb under the desk without my help?” He asked.

You hesitated as you looked down, planning your movements. “I- uh, I can try?”

He rolled the chair a little away from the desk. “It might be fun to watch you struggle.”

You bent your knees and took a cautious step forward, finding your immobile arms weren't inhibiting you by much. If you moved slowly, you could counteract any issues. You bent your knees more, getting yourself lower to the floor and you took another step forward. You ducked your head and brought your knee down to the ground.

“Get on your knees and turn around to face me.” He said.

You got both of your knees on the ground, keeping your head down as you walked yourself forward on your knees. You moved in under the desk, aware of the surface so close to your head. You awkwardly moved further forward, going until you reached the wall.

You felt very wobbly as you began to turn in a circle, you weren't used to feeling this uncoordinated when you were totally sober. Your head brushed against the bottom of the desk without smacking into it. He came into sight, watching your uncertain movements. He couldn't keep the concern fully off of his face.

You lowered your ass, resting it on the backs of your calves as you got comfortable - or as comfortable as was possible in this very small space. You looked at him, waiting for the next challenge as your heart beat quicker than usual.

“You followed that instruction. Let's see if you can follow this…” He said as he put his hands to the fly of his slacks.

Your eyes widened, your hopes lifting for the right kind of scene to fix your state of mind. You saw that the concern had left his expression as he pulled the short zip down. Your eyes darted repeatedly from his face to his crotch, trying to guess, and therefore prepare yourself for, what he planned to do next.

It wasn't much of a surprise when he pulled out his dick, but it was a pleasing sight all the same. You happily noted how it was already appearing firm. You flexed your fingers as you gave the shaft a longer look, you were wishing to touch it.

“Keep me from falling asleep by warming my cock with your mouth, hm?” He said.

You smiled, eager and relieved. There were many things you didn't want to deal with right now, things you didn't feel super capable of handling.

But you knew how to suck cock. There was no reason to doubt yourself in this field. You were leaning forward before he instructed you to do so, you didn't need to worry about not getting what you needed from this scene.

He brought himself closer too, wheeling the chair back up to the desk. His face disappeared from your view and your area got even smaller. Your cheeks were filling with colour and you were ready to go, to give into the fantasy totally.

“Do you think you can do that, sweetie?” He asked. He kept his knees as far from each other as the compartment beneath the desk accommodated. You could fit in between his legs without issue.

“Yes, sir.” You said, licking your lips.

One of his hands was in sight, wrapped around his member. You leaned in, so eager to get invested in his lust. You greeted his tip with a kiss, then another, beginning into a series where you steadily opened your mouth wider each time. He began making noise with the computer’s keyboard, you weren’t sure if he was actually typing words, but that wasn’t worth your attention. You let your lips wrap around his tip in the next kisses that you gave, your tongue darting out to get a little taste sporadically. His other hand left his cock, disappearing up to the desktop too.

You eased yourself down, thinking only of pleasing him. There were no scenarios to get lost in when you were so keenly concentrating on his every subtle reaction.

“Don't forget what I said, baby. You're not going to suck, you're going to warm my cock. When I want a blow job, I'll ask for one.” He said.

You kept your jaw and lips mostly relaxed as you took more of him into your mouth. You could feel how firm he was as his shaft passed against your lips.

You got close to the base and stopped, your mouth full.

You thought of your cunt and the vibrator buried into it. It was still completely motionless and you wondered how much it would contribute to this scene. Did he have something specific in mind to do with it? Or would he just forget about it?

His next heavy sigh sounded convincingly bored and annoyed, followed by more tapping of the keyboard. You imagined how rewarding it would be to get him into a better mood. You slowly dragged your tongue along the underside of his length, prepared to stop if this was against his rules.

But he didn't correct you. You slid your tongue up and around the side of his cock. You had to keep reminding yourself to not suck, it seemed like the natural thing to do, but you had to wait for his word.

You jolted, eyes bulging when you felt a sudden rhythm between your pussy walls. He had the vibrations set to potentially the lowest level of intensity. But it was enough to make your walls flutter, an ache radiating from between your legs. You shifted in your position, your desires telling you to get your hips moving.

You drew a deep breath through your nostrils, accepting that his challenge was truly beginning now. Further thoughts were banished from your mind as you slowly massaged his shaft with your tongue.

You didn't have any concept of how much time was passing. All you knew was that sometimes you heard him typing, then there were periods of silence.

“Hmm, I'm all out of tea.” He said. “Well I would hate to overwork you, sweetie. Let's just have you concentrate on one task at a time.”

It seemed to you that only a few seconds passed before you felt the toy's vibrations get stronger. This prompted you to really notice its position, the egg-shaped device was nestled in deep and pressed firmly against your pussy’s squishy walls.

With no wiggle room between it and you, you knew that it would be impossible to ignore. As it got more intense, there would be no escaping how sensitive it made you and it would be a challenge of your will to not get lost in the desires. Was that something you could succeed at?

You shifted your weight as you tried to get a smidgen of relief from the toy. You rested on one buttcheek more than the other and parted your legs, attempting to create space. You hoped that by having some of your cunt untouched by the stimulations you would be able to keep yourself settled.

He snapped his fingers, prompting you to instantly open your eyes. You found that he had ducked his head down, looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“Hey, who told you to move? You are here to sit still and keep your mouth on that cock.” He said, doing a good job of sounding fed up. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

He glared at you for a moment longer, your cheeks coloured bright red. Having a full mouth made things simpler. Instead of having to find the ideal (most pleasing to him) words and making the perfect promise, you could just prove yourself with your actions of doing as you were told. You gave him a serious look back.

And it was enough to appease him. He straightened up, his face disappearing from your field of vision again.

As you heard him resume his typing, you settled your body weight in your current position, intending to maintain it for as long as he desired. You concentrated on getting your breathing even, planning to use this as your foundation, the calm amongst the storm that you were sure was coming.

You felt him shift in his chair, then he laid his hand on top of your head. “How about you take it deeper?” He held onto you as you began moving your lips lower on his dick. “I know you can do it, sweetheart.”

As you drew your lips closer to his balls, you continued your mental chant to stay relaxed, to hold off sucking, still. You got him close to the opening of your throat. He gave you time to adjust, you placed your mouth in the most comfortable position. You could catch your breath.

“That’s better.” He said with a content sigh.

You held yourself still, even when he turned up the vibrations, making them more noticeable. But you didn’t properly acknowledge the pulsations, keeping them at a lower rung on your priority list.

You kept him as the only focus, the undeniable star. You dragged your tongue all over the length that filled your mouth. You felt out the veins that bulged, seeing how far you could trace them.

“Are you sucking?” He snapped and you froze.

You relaxed your mouth as you tried to recount what you had just been doing, whether on purpose or not. You supposed it was possible that in your endeavour to keep too much from spilling out of your mouth, you had briefly drawn your cheeks in. But there was no explaining this to him. You had to hope that your expression was apologetic enough as he came back into view. The prospect of disappointing him made your heart race and your gut clench.

“What did I tell you?” He asked, stern enough to make you shake a little. “I know that you don’t really get it because your entire job is fucking making tea. But I have actual work to do. And I haven’t got even half of it done yet…”

Your breath momentarily skipped as you wondered how long he would keep you down here. It was flattering to think that he was willing to dedicate potential hours of his energy to playing with you, in this very specific fantasy. If he wanted to spend an exaggerated amount of time with your mouth, then you wanted to spend just as long with his cock. 

“I know it’s hard for you, but can’t you pretend to be professional? Give being patient a try, instead of being the easiest slut in the world with those begging eyes.” He said.

He was quite marvellous in his teasing of you. It rattled you to hear words he wouldn’t usually say, a reminder for you to not get too comfortable. With him being wonderfully unpredictable, there was no chance of you getting bored.

You slowly blinked your eyes at him twice, this was the best you could offer him in lieu of being able to nod your head. This satisfied him that he didn’t have to keep scowling at you. He returned to his earlier posture, further tinkering with the computer.

Now you kept your tongue mostly still, becoming almost as inactive as a fleshlight. You shut your eyes, enjoying the absence of corrections from him.

You were breathing comfortably when you heard him begin to murmur to himself. “Let me see if-... a-ha, it is. That’s a damn miracle.”

You furrowed your brow but he didn’t keep you wondering for too long. He ducked his head down, looking less cross than before. But he still had the frostiness of his character intact, you could perceive that.

“I hit the halfway point. I was a little doubtful that I would be able to reach this point, it felt so far away. And now that I have, well, I think that I deserve a little reward. Something to help me celebrate and inspire me to do more of this terribly dull reading.”

You gave him another affirmative two blinks. He brought both of his hands down to hold either side of your head.

“I’m going to get some relief by pushing myself into that tight throat of yours.” He said and you did nothing to resist this proposed acceleration. “Just for a minute or so.”

It took focus to hold yourself to his earlier rule of not doing anything that was too similar to a blow job. You relaxed your throat as best you could. He shifted his position slightly in the chair and you fought back the urge of extra-excitement.

He drew your head closer to his body and you had your jaw hang slack. He stared into your eyes, giving as many insights as he was taking from you.

Your eyelids fluttered as his tip carefully entered your throat. It didn’t matter that you were expecting it, or that he moved slowly - the sensation still prompted surprise. You needed a second to adjust to this new feeling and he graciously gave it to you.

The surprise receded and you could get accustomed to this atypical feeling. The tightness felt like less of a concern the longer it went on.

He moaned as, with an arching of his back, he pushed his tip in deeper as you allowed. His next inhale audibly shook and you felt so much heat in your throat.

“Now, cute little thing, don’t forget to breathe through your nose.” He instructed, keeping the taunting edge in his voice. “Wouldn’t it be so embarrassing if you passed out ‘cause of this?”

You flared your nostrils, mostly adjusted to the new, slight restrictions on your breathing. It was a little more difficult but there was no sense of panic in you.

“I would have to ask someone for help.” He continued. “For your own safety, of course. But they would come in here and see a pathetic naked girl under my desk. And the explanation that this happened because you don’t know how to suck cock, can you think of anything more humiliating?”

The more that you thought about it (really picturing it thanks to his words), the more that your palms sweated as your heart pounding felt heavier in your chest. Meanwhile it was quite clear to you that he was relishing the idea. It wasn’t just about your fantasy right now.

He eased himself in more and the challenge of getting your throat to not clench truly started. You watched his chest swell and his eyes temporarily went unfocused. This was the closest you would get to his character complimenting you, it told you that he wanted to enjoy more of what he currently had - therefore you needed to give him as much as you could manage.

“Prove that you can be an effective desk pet.” He ordered.

Your lower lip was slippery now, the mess trickling down your chin, and probably soon to spread more. But that had to be ignored for now.

“Ah, yeah.” He moaned. “Do you like how that feels, having those balls on your chin? Your boss’ balls, right there on your face.”

You swallowed as best you could while he kept that arch in his back, not interested in pulling back from your throat yet.

“That desperate fucking look in your eyes. If I fuck your face, will that help you feel less desperate, little toy?” He asked.

Immediately you showed him the double blink to encourage him on. He held your head firmly as he started to experiment with moving his hips. He glided back a little before working himself into your throat.

“You can suck now, it’s okay. Show me how you can get me off.” He panted. “If you do it good enough, maybe I will let you come, too.

“Actually…” He trailed off as his attention went elsewhere. Beyond what you could see, he was reaching for something on top of the desk.

Once secured he showed it to you, the little, uncomplicated remote that paired with this vibrator.

“Just a little incentive for you, huh?” He said.

Your thighs clenched when you felt the power of the pulsations increase. It wasn’t as strong as it could be and you knew that you would need more to get you off. But it filled your body with a pleasing warmth and your mind was taken further away from the earlier slump.

“Don’t get too carried away. No coming until I say.” He said, his voice more restrained than before, but maintaining his sternness.

Meanwhile he was able to get very much carried away. The thrusting of his hips became consistent, stroking his dick back-and-forth between your lips. You saw how the fluttering of his eyelids kept happening, the time that he spent with his eyes closed lengthening.

He didn’t conclude every motion by plunging his tip into your throat, it just happened every now and then. That snug fit wasn’t the main thing that he needed anymore, not now that he had his promising rhythm.

You compared your current state to his. While you were almost entirely restricted, he was relishing every part of his freedom, not holding anything back. You craved it for yourself, craving to earn it.

You had a moment or two of matching him (testing how well you could move your head according to his pacing). But then he let loose even more, going into a quicker tempo. He was jackhammering his hips now and you shut your eyes, all of your effort going to not being pushed off.

It seemed that there wasn’t much needed of you beyond that. All you needed to do was be there to receive him and he would take care of the rest.

It wasn’t long before you were feeling the first noticeable drops of his cum. He gripped onto your head tighter as you felt more of that thick liquid springing out of him. You stopped caring about needing to breathe, you were willing to feel a little stinging in your lungs so that you could help him secure a fulfilling release. You sucked your cheeks in around him, already drawing some of his cum down your throat.

“Take it, you naughty little thing.” He coached.

There was only one more buck after this, then he claimed his climax. More of his liquid filled your mouth before he started to make a twitchy withdrawal from you.

You heard him gasping to get his breath back. You gave yourself a pause to settle back, letting your head momentarily hang. As you were swallowing, you took note of how wet your face was. You tried to not label the sensation as uncomfortable, because he might make you sit in this mess for a while.

“Cazzo…” He said with a sigh. “How do you feel?”

You were licking your lips as you raised your head again, letting him see your face. “I’m alright, sir.”

He seemed to be content with you staying in character, not looking at you in that concerned way for much longer. Because he trusted your word.

He slumped back in the seat, concentrating on his recovery at this moment. You remained in your contained space. It was in the centre of your field of vision, so you watched the way his member gradually lost its stiffness.

Silently observing this gave you the chance to notice that you were tired. You didn’t have the rushing thoughts to distract you from how low your energy was. It was as if you had just realised that you should be in bed.

Your body was responding to the device’s vibrations less now - it still felt good, but it didn’t have enough impact to really dominate your attention. You rested your ass back on your feet, noticing the quivering in your cunt less-and-less.

“And that desperate look is still in your eyes.” He said, gazing at you. Something in his stare made you focus more, knowing that the scene wasn't over for him yet either. “Maybe you can have a little fun because you did try so hard. I'll give you a moment to feel really good, but then you have to put your clothes back on and make me another cup of tea.”

“Yes, sir.” You said, watching as he seemingly realised that the remote was still in his hand.

The vibrator swiftly climbed up the levels of intensity and soon you had stopped thinking about going to sleep.

You clenched your thighs as the persistent rhythm started to have effect again. You felt how the sensitivities inside you had already had a head-start, so ready to run wild through you. A gloriously warm wave collided with you.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you observed all of these rapid changes. You were excited at the prospect of no longer concentrating so hard to control yourself in quite specific ways. You didn’t care to try to settle yourself, you just let the rush happen.

He pressed another button to activate one of the vibrator’s pattern modes. Temporarily the strength dropped, consistently low.

There was time for you to take a couple of deep breaths, then the next climb in intensity happened. As it plateaued at this new level, you smiled because you had identified which mode he had selected. It was a very simple pattern: it gradually reached maximum intensity, giving you time at three different levels. It stayed at the highest point for the longest time, then cycled back to the low beginning. It was an effective mode that could get you aching with anticipation while craving more. You knew that you were at the start of a fun ride.

The toy grew faster, reaching its peak and you moaned happily. The intense massage stimulated so much of your pussy, promising more than you had been allowed. This was the kind of pleasure you could get lost in. Your back arched as you faced a new tension.

Before you could get too accustomed to this level, the vibrations switched to go back to the start of the cycle. You released a shaky exhale, letting that exciting swell fade.

But you could still feel the new responses it had brought out as you awaited another round with that intensity.

You embraced this more subtle moment, letting your muscles relax, even as you continued to tingle pretty much all over. When you opened your eyes you found that he was watching you and you kept the smile on your face.

“The good girl likes that, hm?” He said, appearing pleased with how responsive you were.

“Yes.”

“Keep this fun moment just between us.” He instructed. “You aren’t allowed to get too loud. I don’t care how incredible it starts to feel, no one else can hear you.”

You nodded, noting that the medium intensity had been reached, but you didn’t let it totally distract you. “Yes, sir.”

He went back to silently watching you, concentrating on the little reactions that you showed. You felt your walls flutter as you acknowledged that you couldn’t hide even a fraction of your ecstasy from him, regardless of the volume of your voice.

His dick was still out, laying flaccid against his pants. You saw only hints of the glisten that his cum and your saliva had earlier had him covered in.

The device climbed to its highest setting again. Excitedly your chest expanded as you savoured the widespread effects of this intensity. This would allow you to bring into view the peak where your release was awaiting you.

He moved into a less common (and perhaps less comfortable) position in his endeavour to get a closer look at you. He bent down, his chest almost pushed into his thighs as he got his face close to yours.

He was within kissing range. But you knew better than to expect or initiate anything like that with his current character.

He cupped his chin in his hand as he wore a thoughtful expression. You worried that you had done something wrong. But you were too preoccupied with the end of the vibrator’s intense burst to ask.

“I didn’t think it was so cold in the office today.” He said, a train of thought that caught you off-guard. “But those nipples are telling a different story…”

You smiled as his eyes went down to your chest, where both of your nipples were standing at attention. It had nothing to do with the temperature, something so insignificant hadn’t been noticed by you the entire time you had been under this desk.

He grabbed the right peak with his fingers. You couldn’t help squirming as this contact coincided with the toy raising to medium-intensity. He held the nipple in a firm pinch, one that could be increased or eased off. The tantalising squeeze made your heart beat faster.

“Or maybe this is just a symptom of how horny sucking cock makes you.” He said, tugging on your nipple as if he could pull it over to himself.

You nodded as your legs started to shake. “Yes.”

He gave the nipple a little twist, making your jaw fall open. “Yes, what? I’m smarter than you but I’m not a mind reader.”

“Yes, yes, it’s ‘cause having your cock in my mouth turns me on so much.” You said.

His next exhale was almost like a growl as he kept pulling on your nipple. “I wish I had known you were about to say something so depraved, I would have recorded it.” With a purposeful flick of his wrist he could guide the nipple up then down, before repeating the motion. Your tit moved in these waves, creating a different sensation. Your gut twisted in a new way, only helped along by the toy going to full strength again.

“You’re so sexy when you’re absolutely shameless like this.” He said.

You could no longer maintain eye contact with him, squeezing your eyes shut as you clenched your fists. All of this intensity was going straight to your head, but you remembered how he hadn’t yet explicitly said that you could climax.

It was a tiny relief when the toy concluded its strongest burst. But you could still feel that warm pressure in your pussy. You knew you had to accept its presence as you made ragged attempts at catching your breath.

“Is that feeling too good, baby? You are getting very worked up there. It looks like too much more of this could get you off. Is that the case?” He asked.

You made some strangled noises as you squirmed through this state of too much. “Yes. I-I think that I could.”

He stopped pinching your nipple, letting the skin cease its stretching. Less than a second later, he struck his finger against the stiff peak. This made you flinch, almost losing your balance and falling back.

“You really are that easy to get off, aren’t you?” He asked. “Fuck. I don’t even have to be here. I could just leave the vibrator as is and go back to work, I could completely ignore you and you would still come.”

Through gritted teeth, you tried to speak. “Please. Stay here.”

When you managed to pry your eyes open, you saw the satisfied and cocky smile on his face. “But what about my work? I’m depended on to actually do shit around here.”

“Later?” You asked with one shred of hope.

He made a tsk-ing noise, but he didn’t straighten up and leave this tiny space. “Naughty little thing.”

You squeezed your thighs together as the device went to its medium strength. And there was something more powerful only a few seconds away from you, but you were already feeling overwhelmed.

“Are you gonna come?” He asked, his voice almost as teasing as a touch would be.

“Want to.” You replied quietly.

“Yeah, you could come just like this?”

You tilted your pelvis, settling into the way all of your body seemed to be throbbing. Then the strongest mode resumed, taking your breath away from you.

“Are you gonna come?” He asked.

Was it just the rising pleasure painting your perception, or was his tone actually encouraging you on? One thing was certain - he wasn’t telling you to not go into the orgasm.

But before you could ride the pleasure too much higher, he had turned the toy off. Your brain scrambled, so stunned by this sudden lack of vibrations.

“What?” He asked in response to the look that you gave him. “I asked if you could come, I never said that you would, or that you should.”

You settled your body weight again, taking the chance to catch your breath. He hadn’t gone back to his pretend work, allowing you to study his expression. You tried to figure out if he wanted you to bargain with him or not.

“What if I asked you to get up and make me that tea right now?” He asked.

“I would do it, sir.” You said, even though you were feeling a little intimidated.

“Hmm…” He watched you, seemingly making his mind up. Then the vibrations started again. “No, I’m actually not that thirsty right now.”

It wasn’t the same pattern you had just been enjoying. His new approach was to give you all of the power instantly and the threat to your composure was almost devastating.

Somehow you managed to keep yourself together, even as your gut twisted up, tensed like the other muscles in your body. You didn’t let yourself acknowledge how close the edge was, your mental will going into not thinking about what was on the other side of that edge.

“Can you follow a countdown?” He asked.

Your throat was tight as you answered. “Counting down to an orgasm?”

“Uh-huh. I go from ten to zero, when I get to zero… Well, I think you know what to do. Do you think you can do that?”

You rubbed your thighs together, willing that you not get too ahead of yourself. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

You hadn’t realised that you weren’t already experiencing the highest possible vibrations. But he dialled them up and it was almost impossible to contain the whine that came in response.

You waited, the majority of your attention went to listening out for his count. But he didn’t say a word. Your heart jackhammered in your chest, begging you to use some of this energy.

You looked up at him, seeing how perfectly (and maddeningly) relaxed he was. “Sir?”

“Hm?” He played at being oblivious again. “Oh, I thought you would say when you were ready for me to start counting.”

You huffed as you barely kept yourself from cursing at him. “Ready, sir.”

He licked his lips, eyes taking in all of the desperation on your face. “Ten…”

The need pulsed through you, dominating all of your thoughts and drawing you in deeper. The excitement was starting to run the show, tempting you to lose yourself.

“Nine, eight…” He said, seeming to draw the words out. “This had better be one of the quietest orgasms of your life.”

You nodded, your lips clamped together because you didn’t trust yourself right now. If you opened your mouth to speak, there was no guarantee that more wouldn’t come out.

“Seven, six…”

His face was even closer to yours as he continued enjoying you in your current state. You couldn’t hold yourself still, your hips stuttering uselessly as the tension rose to an almost unbearable level.

“Five, four…”

In your head you screamed at him to hurry up, seriously doubting your ability to sustain this. But on the outside you were just a series of continuously muffled moans. Maybe from his perspective, it seemed like you could definitely handle this.

“Three…” He said before pausing, his brow creasing as he pretended to be confused. “Wait, what’s after that?”

“Two.” You murmured.

“Yeah, two.” He agreed.

You began to get excited about how close you were to the finish line. You licked your lips, refreshing the taste of his cum on your tongue.

This taste was swiftly followed by disappointment when the vibrations abruptly ended, the device becoming inactive between your very sensitive walls. It was even harder to not swear at him this time.

You shut your eyes as your terrific climb to the peak was stunted. The frustration was more than you knew how to deal with. It could have defeated you in your overworked state. You were consumed by tremors, forcing your attention to taking deep breaths.

“Oh, did something happen to the battery?” He asked, so obviously making fun of you. “Wow, what ridiculously bad timing…” You weren’t so sure that you had it in you to keep playing along with him, the way that your entire body was crying out for release was rather distracting.

“Should I try one of the buttons? Maybe it was a random glitch. Or maybe the battery is empty.” He said.

“Please. Try it. Try, please.” You whispered.

“Alright.” He said, his word was quickly followed by the return of the vibrations. “Oh, I guess it was a random glitch.”

The intensity floored you and you hated the thought of falling short on its conclusion again.

You were just a pile of nerves as he started counting again, repeating ten. You lightly rocked yourself back-and-forth as you gave up control, hoping it would be traded for what you needed.

You were again robbed of the luxury of falling apart when he turned the vibrations off.

You could have started to produce tears at that point, you were at such a profound-feeling loss. You considered saying the safe word and admitting that the CEO’s teasing was too much because you didn’t think you could deal with it anymore.

“I’m just not totally convinced that you deserve to come…” He said.

You raised your head, deciding to be totally honest with him. You couldn’t stop shivering and your mouth hung open as you kept at the attempts to catch your breath.

“Please.” You said, you didn’t have the mental capacity to dress the request up in any way.

Perhaps it was how pathetic you looked that appealed to him because you weren’t left waiting to feel the vibrations. They were powerful and you wanted to trust them to give you release - but amongst the wonderful sensations, doubts lingered.

“Okay.” He said, his voice softer. “Okay sweetie, I’m… five, four, three…”

You felt the crazy rise of pleasure, it was so spectacular that not getting your hopes up was an impossibility. You writhed, your excitement jumping from one promising sensation to the next as he kept counting.

The vibrations stuck with you as, at long last, everything fell into place, synced to him saying zero. The tension broke and you finally got to claim the release as yours.

It fulfilled you to finally get to the conclusion. Temporarily giving you everything that you needed. You were elevated by the bliss, not needing to know anything else.

On the other side of this, you didn’t find even a fraction of calm. How could you come down like this? There wasn’t anywhere safe to land.

“Pumpkin.” The word left your mouth before you could put any real thought into it.

He sprang into action, the vibrator immediately turned off before he put his hands on your upper arms. “Okay, okay. Come out of there, I've got you.”

He arrived on the floor directly in front of you, kneeling. He reached around you and made quick work of undoing the tie, freeing your wrists. You leaned against him, trying to get your breath back.

“Shh, shh babygirl.” He soothed and you let more of your body go limp, your arms hanging by your sides. “I'm gonna take the toy out now, so just relax. Relax for me.”

You were still reeling as you felt the device being pulled from your sensitive pussy. You were ready for everything to stop, you knew there was nothing more that you could give.

“I'm sorry.” You said.

“Hey, sorry for what?” He asked. “The scene was over, anyway. You didn't cut anything short, it was all done.” He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a secure embrace. “You have nothing to be sorry for.

“Come sit in the chair with me.” He said.

He helped you up then he sat down on the chair, offering you his lap. You sat down, your back resting against him. He linked his arms around your middle as you began taking deeper, slower breaths, calm returning to you. You had stopped noticing the rate at which your heart was beating.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

You leaned your head against his shoulder. “Yep, I am now. I just…”

“That was a lot, and you did a great job, babe.”

You shut your eyes, even though you knew you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep in this upright position. But it was comfortable, your legs overlapping his and all of the pressure taken from your body. Listening to his steady breathing soothed you even further.

Before you could have any kind of reaction to the current temperature, he was lying the warm suit jacket over your body, a stand-in for a blanket.

His nose rested against your temple as he started to talk. “You are not stupid. You are not useless. You are not annoying.” You just listened, the corners of your mouth lifting into a smile. “You’re a good girl, a very good girl. Such a good girl. You are so intelligent and strong and capable. You’re exceptional, you know that, don’t you?”

“Thank you, Daddy.” You said, feeling so secure in his arms. “Were you actually typing something into that doc’, or were you just hitting random keys?”

“I was on Airbnb, I wanted to see what our options are for Christmas.” He said.

He wiggled the mouse and the screen re-illuminated, you looked at it with him. Christmas was going to be spent with his family this year. You were to have a little vacation in Trapani, renting a house that everyone could stay in, maximising bonding time. It had been worked into everyone’s schedule, but the house hadn’t been decided on yet.

“We don’t have to look through them right now, we can wait ‘til you’re more rested.” He said. “Do you wanna go to bed?”

“Please, that’s all I want to do.” You said.

“Do you need me to get you anything from the kitchen?” He asked as you got to your feet.

“No. But I think I left my phone in the lounge room.” You said.

He stood up and tucked his dick back into his pants, zipping them shut. “I’ll get it for you, you lay down.”

Unaccompanied, you went into the bedroom, visiting the ensuite instantly. You washed your face and cleaned what remained of his mess off of your neck. You swirled some water around the inside of your mouth then climbed into bed, your body feeling a bit tender.

“Alright, I’ve got your phone, my phone. I shut down your computer and turned off the lights and everything out there.” He announced as he came into the bedroom. “Before I sit down- is there anything that I forgot?”

“No, you took care of literally everything. Thank you, Dami.”

He came over and gave you a kiss on the forehead. He plopped down on his side of the bed and started to take off his suit, in a very inelegant fashion. “I don’t see your menu.”

“I don’t need it, I already know what I want for aftercare.” You said.

“What’s that?”

“Can we get dessert delivered?” You asked.

He tucked his legs under the covers and began to lay back. “Genius, fuck yes we can. Did you have a particular shop in mind?”

You leaned into his side as he unlocked his phone. Together you found the best option amongst the restaurants that were still open at this hour. Through the UberEats app you each selected items.

Once the order was processed, he wrapped an arm around you, he no longer had any distractions from you. “I love you, pet.”

“I love you too.” You said as he kissed you on the cheek. “You helped me so much, like that bad mood is completely vanquished.”

“Really, there’s no traces left?” He asked.

You sat up a little straighter so you could meet his eyes. “Yep, no traces left.” You picked up his hand, interlacing your fingers with his as you shared a smile. “You’re amazing.”

“Anytime, it’s my pleasure.” He said before giving you a soft kiss.

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[erabu-san]

THIS QUEST WAS SO GOOD OMG Cyrus being the type of father who carries his child baby photos around and shows it without shame is something I always want to know cnyonari share tent they share tent I also like Sethos there's so many good things here AAAAAAHHHHH

How do you feel?

ERHM again. I do not SHIP cyn*ri and it makes UNCOMFORTABLE PLZ😭 i am getting overwhelmed since days because of that

I usually block when someone mention it but,, you look kind anon, maybe you just didn't know </3 (and i want to yapp abt cyno's quest.)

(Spoiler plz dont look)

YES WE SHOULD THANK LISA FOR ALL GOOD PICTURZ WAAAH 😭😭

Oh I believe this quest is definitively a Cyno AND Tighnari's quest ! (We learnt more abt tighnari'ancestor and this is so GOOD) and all interaction we got wAAAAH they are all so lovely 😭😭😭😭

Sethos is so likable. I love him so much and I hope Cyno will take his arms and show him around Sumeru's city (even if he already saw it,, but now it is with company), drinking coffee with friends, and show what friendship is. I hope Sethos will finally find his answer as Cyno did !

I am sure Sethos knew Cyno's existence, and he believes only him would understand him. But when he saw him bringing friends, he was wondering if they live in the same world. Akademiya changed after all, it became more peaceful ! But what if he is curious about Cyno's world ? How someone similar of him could be so different ?? What if Sethos always felt lonely ? (Man is enthousiastic and extrovert, but I believe people tend more to worship him, and his grandpa had expectation.. so he doesn't know what is a genuine friendship is)

That's why when Cyno Tighnari and Traveler stayed w Sethos after his grandpa passed, he slowly started understand what friendship looks like (TY CYNO)

I need to see more interaction between them I AM SO HYPE TO HAVE SETHOS AND LEARN MORE ABOUt HIM !!!

[naehoonx]

1920 - jjk [ chpt 5. ]

→ SUMMARY: a photo of a beautiful smiling boy; an old tree in your grandparents garden ... and a feeling of sadness. all those things are connected to each other ...

→ GENRE: time travel au; changing fate au; rencarnation au; university au; death; sickness; historical setting; trigger topics; smut; dirty talk; switching between present and the past.

→ chapt. 4 / chapt. 6

→ RATING: 18+ [ I HIGHLY RECOMMEND MINORS DNI with this chapter! ]

→ NOTE: HUGE DISCLAIMER, this story plays in a fantasy setting. the world YN lives in doesnt exist, neither jungkooks. so please dont mention anything just because its not historically correct. this is piece of art. so yes, jungkook wears armor like a knight and no there are no guns in his time period. thanks.

JUNGKOOK MASTERLIST ♡.°₊ˎ PLAYLIST FOR THIS CHAPTER

The Past:

everything was quiet as you closed your eyes, apperantly thats something you need to do, before the reaching the said destination in the past. slowly more and more sounds were travelling to your ear ... but something was strange. i didnt sounded like people running around in a mansion, or villagers on busy streets ... it was loud, there were screams. iron clang into each other, as soon as a hurtful scream reached your ears, you finally opened your eyes. right in front of you was pure horror, a scene you only had seen on the tv screen. you were hidden behind a large rock as you peeked over the edge. there it was, a hundred, no thousand of man running into each other with their swords. many of them were laying on the ground, you couldnt tell if they were dead of unconscious. some of them surely werent breathing anymore.

with terrified eyes you turned around to the fairy "what is this?! i thought you would bring me to the place were that picture was taken!"

"i-i dont know what happened really! maybe this ... place called for you"

"called for me?! im a damn woman on a freaking battlefield, i will get killed within seconds ... or worse" a shudder ran through your body as you remembered all the stories about war in one of your lectures.

"I-Im sorry, i will try to figure out how to bring you back ... just, just stay here" with those words the fairy vanished into thin air. leaving you between dead bodies and fighting man.

the whole situation was terrifying. shaking in fear you leaned against the sone with your back, hoping that no one would find you here. another scream was heard, you could hear how the blood gushed out of his mouth.

"hurry .." your voice was only a whisper as you waited for the fairy to return.

at the same time a familiar voice catched your attention "I got him! without them their front will be weak. we should hurry before they call for back up!"

slowly your head appeared from behind the stone. a few metres away from you was a man, he pulled his sword out of the other man's chest. the sound it made was disgustin. with a smile the man turned to the side so you were able to see his face. in front of you stood jimin, he cleaned his sword on his leg.

"good work jmin"

hooves could be heard on the ground as a horse drew near. heavy boots made the mud on the ground splatter into different directions. the man who just jumped down from his horse was no other than jungkook. same as jimin he wore a heavy armor with an iron plate around his chest. jungkook looked fine, his body was covered in blood but it wasnt his. on his cheek was a deep cut, however he seemed overall fine to you. a relieved sigh escaped your lips as you kept watching them. this must be the "war" jimin spoke about before you were thrown out of Jungkook's bedroom.

"damn fairy ..." you mumbled to yourself. if you were able to stay longer, maybe he would had stayed back.

the two man in front of you kept laughing as they moved the corpses near the stone you were hiding. automatically you held your breath, hoping they wouldnt see you. you were supposed to be somewhere else, it was too risky to reveal yourself now. maybe something like this could change the future into a negative direction.

suddenly the horse got nervous. his hooves scraped on the ground, dugging deep holes into the muddy ground.

"whats wrong buddy?" jimin walked over to the horse. no one was around and he couldnt see anyone.

"maybe hes just hungry, its been a while since we ate something" as usual jungkook was more than optimistic. he also didnt sensed any kind of danger in that moment.

you saw how jimin just shrugged before he got back to moving the dead bodies to the side. you didnt knew why they did that but the nervous horse made you nervous too. something was wrong. an animal would never react this way if there isnt any danger. while the boys were busy you kept looking around. at least someone should keep watch.

"but ... how will i be able to help.." you mumbeled to yourself.

at the same moment the horse let out a loud "scream". with a heavy thud it fell to the ground. an arrow had hitted it right into its left leg. the wound wasnt fatal but enough to made the horse panic. it was squirming on the ground as jimin was quick enough to pull the arrow out of its leg.

"jungkook! we need to go!"

jimin tried to push the horse up again, he was successful but the animal had other plans. as more arrows were raining down it made a break for it. leaving the man behind. jungkook turned his head which made you dissapear behind the stone again.

"well too late i guess" he drew his sword as 5 man approached them. they werent too friendly.

the next thing you heard were sounds of swords getting smashed into each other, mixed with screams. deep inside you prayed that those screams didnt belonged to jimin or jungkook.

"fuck!"

slowly you peaked again. the ground was painted in red, there was so much blood that it moved towards your stone. as you lifted your head a gruesome scene played right in front of you. jimin was bleeding heavily as he held his stomach. one sword in his shaky hand, he was standing in front of something, or rather in front of someone. your fingers dug deep into the mud as you finally moved your head to the body jimin was protecting. at the same time your heart sunk deep into your stomach. on the ground was jungkook, a puddle of blood had formed underneath him. his breathing was faint but still there.

"go and fuck yourself" jimin couldnt do more than only standing his ground.

the man in front of him chuckled. this is it. they will both die here. so many thoughts were running through your head as a second man tackled jimin to the ground. he held his arms as the other guy slowly moved forward to jungkooks body.

"finally, finally we will kill the war hero. his legacy will end here and us ... the Min Clan will rule over this country"

"no! i wont let you assholes kill him!" jimin was still struggling underneath the second soldier.

you could tell by the draining colour of his face that he already lost a lot of blood. the struggling just made it worse. the man in front of jungkook lifted his sword, ready to pierce it right through his heart. jungkook coughed on the ground, eyes still closed.

" .... no ... i cant .. NO!"

new strength went right into your legs as you leaped forward from behind the stone. your shoes sank into the mud as you ran into the direction of jungkook. you nearly stumbled a few times and to your suprise you managed to crash into the soldiers body, making him stumble to the side.

"YN?!" jimin's eyes widen "are yoz stupid?! what are you doing here?! run! hide!"

the moment the man regained balance you immediately kneeled down into the mud, both of your arms wrapped arounds jungkooks body as you pressed him close to you.

"i cant! you wont hurt him!"

both of them man were laughing now as the one came back to you, sword lifted "i wont mind killing you both honey".

you pressed your face against Jungkook's cheek. it didnt mattered if you died here, as long he can survive its fine. but there was still one chance and you decided to take it.

"please ... stop this! bring me ... bring us home! please bring us home and save him!" you shouted at the top of your lung. a warm and cozy light started to surround the both of you.

it was so calming and warm that you closed your eyes. against your chest you could feel jungkook's heartbeat, steady and strong as you succumbed to the darkness.

The Present:

"YN?! YN wake up!" someone shook your body, hard.

a grunt left your lips as you slowy moved your body to the side. something heavy was laying on your arm so you forced your eyes open. right in front of you was jimin, looking terrified.

"jimin...?"

"What .. what the fuck is this YN?! what the fuck.. WHO IS THIS!"

slowly you moved your head to your left side. it was hard to notice something as your eyes needed to adjust to the brightness in the room. jimin kept shaking you as another grunt was heard. this time it wasnt from you. the moment you heard that your body was up and wide awake. finally you manage to see who was right beside you and for a moment you thought you were dreaming.

"tell me this is a fucking sick joke" jimin was still talking with you but you really didnt heard him.

right beside you was jungkook, still bleeding. another jolt went through your body as you pulled your arm out from underneath him. the next thing you did was pushing jimin away from you.

"shut up and help me!"

"W-what?!"

"he is bleeding. stop acting like an idiot. next to the library is a bathroom get the first aid kit from there" you sat right beside jungkook, trying to get the iron plate off of him.

"fine. but you owe me a fucking explanation" mumbling to himself jimin made his way to the bathroom next door.

in the meantime you were able to remove all the armor from his body. kook's white shirt was drenched in blood as you unbuttoned it with shaking hands. you were scared that his wound might be untreatable. taking him to a hospital wasnt an option, you didnt had a drivers license and jimin doesnt seem like he came by car.

your hands were completely covered in blood as you opened the shirt. there was a deep wound in his abdomen but it didnt looked fatal. it was just bleeding a lot. examining the wound further jimin finally came back with the first aid kit.

"so?"

as you tend to his wounds, wrapping bandages around his body, jimin still had a big question mark on his face.

"would you believe me if i tell you that i can travel back in time and .. this is Jeon jungkook?"

"with every other scenario i would say you are freaking crazy but this-" jimin pointed at the bleeding jungkook "this isnt damn normal. so yes, for now i believe you"

a sigh escaped your mouth as you explained the whole situation to jimin. he really believed you, at least for now. after kook was all bandaged up, jimin helped you to get him into your bedroom. the hardest part would be to hide him from your grandparents. before jimin went home he helped you to hide the armor in the back of the basement. no one went there for years so it was well hidden there. the blood on the library floor was something you insisted to clean by yourself. it was your fault in the first place that he got here.

exhausted you finally got into your room around 4am in the morning. to your relief kooks breathing was stable and the wound stopped bleeding. you leaned against the bed with your back thinking about everything that just happened. you saved him but what now?

"we are in big trouble.." from the corner of the room the fairy finally made herself noticable. you had sensed her a while ago.

"i know ..."

"i dont even know how you managed that ... bringing him with you. because this wasnt my doing" with a serious expression the fairy looked over to the bed.

"well ... it is what it is now ... I just dont know what will happen now"

suddenly the fairy looked a little bit cheerful "dont worry, i will go back and check what this ... incident will cause in the past. for now, make sure he will feel better soon. i wont be able to send him back like this"

with those words the fairy vanished again. hopefully nothing bad will happen and hopefully jimin is fine. at least jimin still exist in your time so that must mean he was saved back on the battlefield. maybe the light caused auch a disturbance that he was able to free himself?

your mind was going crazy as you leaned your head back. your whole body was aching from worry. it didnt took you long before you succumbed to the darkness. the last thing you notices was, how something shifted on your bed and how someone placed a hand on the top of your head. it felt soothing, making it easier for you to fall asleep.

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[angeart]

hello asks part 3 here (i hope you dont mind i find it easier to organize my thoughts and what i want to say like this)

hhhhhhh ari au art

that art is awesome i love the lighting in the first one and the framing of the last one is so interesting it really shows just how invasive the press and the outside world all is i also love the posing of the second one and its just. they cant get away from it. from the pressure and the anxiety and the news and all those opinions

each step in the art is a deterioration of grians situation in that au idk i think its interesting that these are the pics you were inspired to make theyre so good i love your art

and yeah it is darker in some ways than hhau, because it deals so heavily with active suicidal impulses and its a different type of dark. hhau is so focused on the fear and desperation and trying to escape, where as the ari au feels like pressure bearing down on grian and a lack of way out.

its just........... hard

grians stuck in a really hard place and i get why she cant find a way out for herself because it would likely require starting over completely and even that might not get them away from the public and that would require him to fully give up on something that brought him so much joy even if it also brought pain and anxiety.

anyway my most coherent expression of my thoughts and feelings about ari au consists of this:

qoiuwheajishuiawfdosugyhiewjorwsdfgyuhijoqwepdghusjoipahpiuwpajsd

-burny anon

i do find it easier too when the topics are split across asks so this is good!

YAY ARI AU! wahhh thank u for liking the art 🥺❤️

i picked those scenes because ben suggested i draw a sort of 'then' vs 'now' comparison, and i thought of doing it from the perspective of photos the press could get. i have one more sketch tucked away that is a private moment of scar and grian that i might draw one day. we'll see.

and yeah. yeah, they absolutely cannot get away from it, from the scrutiny, the pressure, the sense of privacy absolutely crumbling into something non-existent. together with the sense of self outside of all of these expectations and being constantly observed, every action or word an opportunity to be misinterpreted without anyone asking them what the truth is. (they don't have a voice here; they're just there to provide drama and entertainment. to be consumed. their consent in this does not matter.)

the press and the stalkers and (some of) the fans don't care about grian as a person. grian—ari—is an idea, an idol. they craft her to be perfect in their eyes (something nobody can live up to and remain seen as a human being), only to decide they then need to tear down and decimate that perfection.

it's just so harrowing and horrible.

you know, grian started with a dream. he just wanted to sing and have fun and be seen. (not like this. not like this.)

now some people might sneer and point, saying he's got exactly what he wanted: she is seen. she will never not be seen again.

i think ari au is so dark not only because of the topics, but also because it feels so real? hhau has hybrids and different world, wings and magic and whatnot. but this? this has none of that. this is set into a real world, and they're just normal human beings, struggling. and there's no easy solution or a way out.

love your thoughts on this au hehe <3

[enbysiriusblack]

okay. firstly, to clarify, i am autistic and randomly get obsessed with something to the point i will do immense research and not be able to think of anything else for a couple of hours or more. now we've established that, i've been analysing the hogwarts uniforms and have Thoughts.

i am ignoring that hat. i dont like it. no one wears it after like,, the first scene. it doesn't exist to me. now, as we know the uniform is; black/dark gray smart trousers or dark grey skirt, house coloured jumper or cardigan (optional), white shirt, house coloured tie, house coloured robe (optional), house coloured scarf (for outside use only), black/grey tights (optional), smart black shoes, black gloves (for outside use only).

however they used to have grey blazers in the uniform (as seen pictured, i apologise for having to show you that sirius). why they got rid of it? who knows. but it must have been some time between the marauders 5th year to harry's first year. personally i like to think it was during the marauders last year and remus cried at the loss.

in terms of houses, gryffindor's seem to appear the messiest as a group, and the slytherin's the neatest. also the slytherin's seem to have this little snake pin for their ties which no one other houses get (can't see it too well in the photo but it's literally just this tie pin with a little snake). i wholeheartedly believe walburga and orion are responsible (the above picture of tom riddle shows him without a pin so they didn't have them in the past). so when regulus got into slytherin they gave him the slytherin pin to sorta,, take a dig at sirius for not being slytherin and it soon became a Thing for pureblood parents to gift their child a snake tie pin when they get into slytherin.

now, to apologise for showing the canon sirius, i shall describe what they'd actually wear (you think sirius would wear the blazer? and the robe? and the tie that neat? get real.) only sirius in first year would basically look more like hermione (but obviously with the blazer since i guess they had blazers back then), but the rest of the time it gets more and more messy and rebellious- they stop wearing the jumper, blazer and cloak. if it's cold they wear remus' jumper and/or their leather jacket. their tie and shirt is like ron's in the photo. they sometimes wear the skirts, sometimes flared trousers. always wears boots. lots of jewellery, very 70s punk/rock vibes basically and breaking like every uniform rule.

[jarmes]

Homestuck: Beyond Canon Fanfic - Yiffy's Mother

The first thing Yiffy notices is that the woman standing before her looks like her mother. She has her long, messy dark hair, the big glasses, the protruding teeth, and the pointy white ears. Except, she’s young. Younger than Yiffy, maybe. And, the smell is wrong. She smells like dried blood. She hovers in the air, with eyes darker than the darkest night, and stares at Yiffy.

Yiffy growls.

Use your words, Yiffany.

the imposter says without moving her lips. Yiffy winces as the words appear in her brain, overriding her thoughts, keeping her from thinking about anything but the imposter’s command.

YIFFY: FUCK YOU

DAVE: oh shit boss i dont think doggy girl is happy to see you

The imposter’s retainers emerge from the shadows. To her left stands a troll with red wings, curved horns, and a massive smile. Something about her makes Yiffy afraid, more afraid than she’s ever been. To the imposter’s right is a metal man with red sunglasses, holding a sword. She recognizes him from the photos. Dave Strider, her mom’s husband, deceased for several years. He has no face, just the sunglasses, making it impossible to ascertain his emotion.

You’ve traveled far to reach us. Past the plot point, through the darkest reaches of space. Do you know why?

YIFFY: TO KILL YOU

That is what you think your purpose is. Unfortunately, this is the moment is pulled away and the wizard is revealed to be a man, a simple inventor who has controlled his kingdom through endless lies. Do you know why you want to kill me?

YIFFY: BECAUSE YOU KILLED MY FRIENDS

I did. But that is not why you are here. You are here because I have willed it.

YIFFY: FUCK YOU

You are repeating yourself.

Yiffy snarls at the demon wearing her mother’s face. She charges forward and lunges at the imposter. The retainers stop her. Yiffy freezes, midair, as the troll summons glowing hears. She can’t move, no matter how hard she tries. She feels like she’s choking as her lungs are locked in place by the power of a god.

Strider holds his sword up to Yiffy’s throat. With a single motion, he could kill her. If she wasn’t frozen, she would try and bite him.

DAVE: you need to get a cool sword

DAVE: or a shitty one i guess

DAVE: the point is you probably could have hit her with a bit more reach

DAVE: like wed all think you had failed and then you would say youre already dead and a bunch of blood would explode out like in a samurai film

Dave.

DAVE: plus it fits with the family bloodline and stuff

DAVE: youre my niece right

DAVE: nice to meet you

DAVE: i like the nostalgia critic outfit

Dave.

ARADIA: dave i think youre talking too much again

DAVE: yeah that happens

Strider sheathes his sword and the troll unfreezes time. Yiffy crashes down onto the floor in front of the imposter.

ARADIA: if its any consolation

ARADIA: death isnt really a big deal

ARADIA: lots of people die

ARADIA: weve all died

ARADIA: me and dave again and again

ARADIA: your friends are probably having the time of their lives!!!

Yiffy spits on the imposter’s leg. She doesn’t react.

You are not here to kill me. Because, of course, that could not happen unless I allowed it, and dying now would be inconvenient for my duties. You are here because I have allowed you to come here, my child.

YIFFY: YOU ARENT MY MOM

Correct. I am not Jade Harley, although I have been using her corpse as an outfit for many years. But, in many ways, I am more a parent to you than either of your mothers.

YIFFY: WHAT

My name is Calliope. Not the fearful murdered side character hiding in your grandmother’s basement, the better version. A version of Calliope who won. I created you, Yiffany. You would not exist if not for my intervention.

YIFFY: FUCK OFF

Let me tell you a story.

DAVE: yay storytime

Once, there was a group of children, who were ripped from their lives and forced to play a terrible game. The game broke them down, through pain and death, and rebirthed them as heroes. A terrible man, my brother, served as the ultimate boss of this game. Those heroes, rather than follow the path the game set before them, ran away to a paradise called Earth C. I became the shepherd of this Garden of Eden and watched as they lived happy lives. But, one of them, the Prince, was unsatisfied with happiness. He wanted the story to continue. And, to continue, it needed conflict. It needed a villain. A monster, a replacement for my brother. The Prince decided to be that become that villain. He escaped from Earth C so he could spread pain through existence. And, as the caretaker of a conflict-free world, it became my job to stop him.

YIFFY: WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING

The Prince is powerful. Almost as strong as me. He cannot be killed by conventional means. He is a metatextual being and can only be killed by a metatextual weapon. You, Yiffany, are my weapon.

YIFFY: WHAT

The Prince has complete control over his piece of existence. The only way to kill him is with something that should have never existed. A concept so ungodly stupid that, if he were to ever come into contact with it, he would cease to be.

To defeat my foe, I was forced to damage my paradise. I controlled the heroes like puppets, making them do things they would never do. I forced them to create my weapon. First, I had your surrogate and her wife adopt and raise a clone of Vriska. A deeply, deeply bad concept. But, unfortunately, not bad enough. Next, I created your friend Tavros. A child of rape, born from a hero twisted beyond recognition. A cowardly boy molested by a clown. Surely he would be enough! And yet, he was not potent enough. But with you, I created perfection. 

Yiffany Longstocking Lalonde-Harley. You should not exist. You are a living plothole who exists because I forced your mothers to abandon their values. The Prince fears you, Yiffany. He knows that you can kill him.

YIFFY: WHY DID YOU MAKE VRISSY AND TAV IF YOU WERE JUST GOING TO KILL THEM

They ceased to have any purpose in my plans. And, when I restored my paradise to how it should have been, they could not have been part of it. Better to get them out of the way now. Besides, their deaths made it easy to control you.

YIFFY: NOBODY CONTROLS ME

The Prince was smart. He removed himself from my domain as soon as my plans began. But, I managed to chase him here, to this land of abominations. And you, you worthless abomination, you heard my words in your head and chased them here. You have never made a choice in your entire life. You are a puppet, dragged around by the string, deluding herself into thinking she’s in control. It’s sad, really.

Yiffy lunges at Calliope, but she’s too slow. The Muse teleports to the other side of the room, completely fine. Yiffy crawls to her feet.

YIFFY: IF I CAN KILL DIRK

YIFFY: THEN I CAN KILL YOU TOO

Correct. Unfortunately, you will not get the chance.

YIFFY: ILL KILL STRIDER AND THE TROLL

YIFFY: MAKE YOU FEEL HOW I FELT WHEN YOU KILLED TAV AND VRISSY

Calliope laughs. I don’t need the time players to defeat you. I am more powerful than you could possibly imagine.

Yiffy charges at her. After a few steps, she trips, falling onto the hard stone floor. As she tries to stand up, she feels a sharp pain in her chest. A heart attack, from years of annoying anger anger. She gasps for air, but the pain is too strong for her to even take in a breathe. She looks up at me, at her true mother. She realizes that I am controlling this, just as I have controlled everything. She knows that her only chance to live is to bow. Tiffany crawls to her feet and lowers her head.

Good girl. Let’s go kill the Prince.

[nubblins-sawyer]

Well if even m y family wont appreciate my sultry telling then , i will just Ignore them caus they arent my Audience they all just want that stupid damn Ferrit. whatever i can live without them ond of them going away to Be killed with big bullets in china is Fine my me i dont care. was on of the best days of my life and I just didnt knw it..... it was even the Start of my aesthetician career too How didnt i understand that him going to die was only good for me ? Only good came out of him going to die. my beaitiful photo of rosses wasted on that Pig and tears and blood and sweat wasted on It. why couldnt I get it thru my head that the only bad thing from it was that There was a chance he wasnt isnt going to die in China? hew as as useful as Ferret boy is to me just a meaningly Halfimage of myself thats only purpose is to be killed or die over there for a War i didant even kno of. i know what to do with him now i can turn ferret boy into an amalgonmation of how i feel about all of you. i can tell what hed do in any sitation id get into becaus he was always With me in them. His death is will always be a "net" positive to me because its like midases gold its helping me no matter what even if his existence to me is horrible. thats the only reaon i didnt gut him and eat him years ago because I knew it would be useful to me in the future because i have FORESIGHT unlike any of you fucking idiots. just like ferret boy you ruin me until your karma turns me into one of the smartest minds of the present. i will create him and i will become the richest of all of you , then i WILL throw you always like the garbage you all leaving you to suckle for your moms dried up bone teats in some dingy shack by cayots. you will eat nothing and you will gain nothing you will earn nothing and YOU will wither away alone without me because i will be in callyfornia in my luxury mansions living off the backs of YOUR MISERY, the adventure of nubblin my light with destroy you will rue your day all of you especially you BUBBA always so RUDE to me you will be eaten first let me fucking tell You.

[yasminewestbank]

all movie asks answers from the ask meme post bc it was fun

Your favorite movie released this year DIDNT WATCH ANY 2023 MOVIES YET.. CRIES

A movie you think is underrated - obliged to say An Elephant Sitting Still by hu bo bc i can never find it in dvd stores and i unfortunately honestly dont know if i will find a screening of it in a cinema available to me ever again but i dream of it

A movie you think is overrated - going to put two, one new and one classic. first one is parasite. im bitter abt this movie bc it was advertised like crazy and the reviews were so hyping and then i went and it was average. its not a bad movie but not only doesnt deserve the hype the hype ruined it for me bc if i went with the proper expectations i wouldnt have gotten so disappointed. a classic is alphaville of godard... obviously its a good movie and im sure it was groundbreaking at the time but by now the story doesnt feel as sophisticated bc this genre of story is at this point.. i wouldnt say overdone bc its still a great genre but its not fresh or suprising by now without making it more complex. this movie felt like a blueprint to the 1984 book soviet dystopia genre so it didnt keep up with the times. many classic movies are still exciting and fresh just like when they came out including other movies of godard but this isn't one of them. but i can also see how it was probably one of godard's top commercial movies, bc it was easier to digest and more basic than his other work

A movie you like but wouldn't recommend - stalker of tarkovsky and tarkovsky movies in general bc i think it would probs be boring to most ppl (its slow and not much plot) + tarkovsky movies r slow and the kind of movies u have to watch in the movie theater

A movie musical you like - annette of leox carax. and its not only a good movie the music is so good too

A horror movie you like - audition by takashi miike . love japanese violence

A sci-fi movie you like - high life by claire denis. AND it has robert pattinson in it!!!!!!!111 and hes amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A fantasy movie you like

A movie in your native language you like - Life According to Agfa by Assi Dayan. one of the only good israeli movies that exist bc i didnt see so far any good, worthwhile or complex israeli movie besides this one (not including documentaries).

A foreign-language movie you like - (i put a bunch already so ill do one in a language i didnt put yet) tori and lokita by the dardenne brothers. takes place in belgium in french about a young refugee woman and a refugee child from africa who pose as brother and sister. this is going to destroy you but its such a good movie i cant recommend it enough but i still cant recover

A movie you wish you could un-watch - the disney secretariat movie. it was so bad oh my god it was so fucking bad im in pain. i want disney to give me back the braincells i lost. this actor horse deserves so much better

A performance you think is underrated - Vicenç Altaió (yeah had to google this one) in story of my death by albert serra. his acting was insane. probably one of the best acting perfomances ive ever seen, specifically the toilet scene stuck with me. so it's a period movie about casanova. there a scene in the movie that all of it is just him taking a shit. and of course it sounds goofy but it was actually a really human and sensitive depiction and his acting was so natural i completely forgot i was watching a movie. he really made this scene what it is. and tbh i think even from those other photos u can see what i mean on him

A performance you think is overrated

A movie made better by the ending - only thing that comes up in my mind is barton fink of joel coen.. i can barely remember this movie bc i watched it years ago but (spoilers) i can just remember there was a twist in the middle that flipped the whole movie on its head and it was super enjoyable. besides this i cant think of anything

A movie ruined by the ending - the holy mountain of jodorowsky... at the time i watched it i was so disappointed by the ending it was so anticlimactic. i think he thought he did something but it just didnt work. (might be spoilers) same vibes when a story pulls "and then he found out it was all a dream". like.. in this case it just didnt feel fitting it was disappointing. but i watched it years ago so i wonder if i would feel the same now

A trilogy/franchise you like cant think of anything

A movie you never get tired of talking about - drive my car by ryusuke hamaguchi. its fun to talk abt this movie bc even tho there are a lot of themes and details that make it what it is, its not too complex to not be able to grasp and pinpoint them. so its complex enough to be a good movie but not too complex to not be able to talk abt it, both abt the good and bad things (bc there r also choices the director made that i dont like). and there's also so much to talk abt that stems from this movie not only in the movie itself but also what it shows abt japanese cinema, contemporary japanese cinema/this generation of japanese directors versus the previous generations. also i love this director in general i recc all his movies

A movie you never wanna hear about again - if i hear one more thing abt any marvel movie im going to kill myself

A movie you look forward to watching (could be an upcoming release or not) - aki karutismaki's fallen leaves that came out this year

A movie you think looks beautiful - red desert of antonioni. i adore the aesthetic of this movie. tbh its probably my favorite movie visuals wise. i just cant stop adding photos from google bc i love everything slkfdsflsfgds

A director you think is underrated - tbh hard to think of anyone.. i think any director i like got some kind of recognition, and if i think ok which one doesnt get mainstream recognition it would be basically most of them. so im trying to think.. who do i rlly think doesnt get recognition. maybe the crown should go to the photographer petra collins who actually directed the first season of euphoria before sam levinson kicked her out and claimed he did it and stole all her work

A director you think is overrated - HITCHCOCK!!!!!!! HES NOT THAT GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HES TRULY NOT THAT GOOD!!!!!!!!!!! I COULD PULL UP 10 DIRECTORS FROM HIS TIME AND BEFORE HIM THAT ARE SO MUCH BETTER THAN HE IS THAT ARENT AS HYPED UP. godard and kurosawa made movies so much better and decades before him so the reason hes hyped cant even be that what he made was groundbreaking for the time. hitchcock is MID

An animated movie you like - the cowboy bebop movie... its so fun and satisfying to watch i watched it so many times dsfdf

A silent movie you like cant think of anything

Your favorite movie - possession by andrej zulawski. im speechless abt it. dont read a summery go into this blind. its such an insane experience (sin look my fav movie is a polish movie)

Your least favorite movie i dont rlly have one i have a whole bunch of movies i dont like but i dont have THE hated movie

[castlebyersafterdark]

i know youre not parasocial so this is like preaching to the choir, but i am listening to the Little Bit Fruity podcast and theyre talking about parasocial fans through the lens of the latest chappell roan controv. they compare it to britney and fan entitlement etc, and i love this topic it always fascinates me. one of the early signs to me is calling people you don't know by first names (even before people start stalking the fams of their favs and claim its not weird). and it made me think of in jokes i used to have with my fam where we referred to famous people we admired by their first names. its especially funny when theyre like... a minor tv nature documentarian or something haha. and i remember once we actually went to a live radio recording with an audience, it was a science podcast, small fame but still a public figure where we are from. and we saw the a guy crossing the street to go in before we did. i remember distinctly feeling like i would never want to actually invade his life, esp when he wasnt at work being the person i admire.

they mention this in the podcast too about chappell. when the person you admire isn't being the person you admire - the celeb persona etc - theyre not at work, theyre living, so they dont actually owe you their time, a hug, a pic, anything. i agree. seeing someone like noah who is always kind feels lovely but i truly think people's natural personalities have to be considered. for example i am often in my head/appear moody/actually am moody when im out walking in the world lol. i feel like someone like finn would be similar, whereas noah seems to live more in the world than his head, so he can engage with fans at a moment's notice without feeling like he's been torn from a daydream/private place mentally.

so i wonder what you think of parasocial relationships and their meaning for fans. why is it that these fans don't worry about how they will come across to the celeb? why do they prioritise getting whatever it is they want over manners or how they look to others/the person they admire? and why are they not able to appreciate that some people aren't always bubbly and happy all the time and have trouble engaging with others socially even if theyre famous?

the podcast is great but they don't have any connection to actual fan community and i think it could greatly benefit from an insider lol! imagine if they got an actual ex-stan or something on to be interviewed and share insight. not that you are, but i like to hear your opinions. x

Also a very interesting topic for me, especially as I've been drawn to celebrity culture and tv shows and movies for most of my life, pretty young. But I've strived to catch myself if I get too invested, ya know? We don't know these people. We love their work and love their personalities, what they share with the world - but I think it's the nature of social media, making everyone too familiar to an extent. There's always been obsessive fans ever since the concept of fame existed - think of royalty in the past and how everything they did influenced the trends that trickled through different classes of society. Patrons of the arts who could be some random person who got overly fixated on some painter or musician and they may even feel ownership as the fan who elevated themselves by literally paying their way.

It's something I've seen in stan culture - how people pin social media "interactions" like medals awarded to the top of their page. "Noticed me on (insert date here)" because the celeb liked their post or read their comment in a livestream. And it becomes clout. I guess it's the rush of your idol or crush or object of obsession noticing you for a single moment, for that moment they know you exist. It's like purposefully putting up a flirty photo on your instagram, hoping the guy you've been admiring and trying to talk to likes the post. They saw you. They're looking. The rush of being seen. I do understand that, to an extent. "Maybe if they like more of my posts they'll follow my page. Maybe if they follow my page we'll eventually talk. If we eventually talk online maybe we'll become friends." You think of groupies at rock shows back in the day waiting at the stage door or getting dolled up in the crowd, hoping they're one of a few girls tapped in the audience to go backstage after the show. And I know that must happen now, too. People in general just wanting that validation by someone who they've devoted so much of their mental space and emotion and energy towards.

My question is always - what makes someone step so far over the line? I'll admit I'll say things of the mindset "Oh, yeah if we were peers and we met at a party or bar or some event, yeah I'd want to talk to them. Maybe I'd even go home with them if I was available." A normal day-to-day human interaction and encounter. But the reality overrides and interest remains in being fans of their work or even them as people, and it remains in fandom or fantasy. And so - I really don't know what people get out of crossing boundaries. Because it's one thing to do what I've described so far and actively invading privacy.

I think some do believe they are entitled to every aspect of these people's time and lives. Because of some warped mindset of despite them just being people who have wealth or got lucky by means of talent or the perception of talent, there's an entitlement of "well they wouldn't be famous without fans who care, so they owe us." And I say... no? Their job is to make whatever it is they make and live their lives. I don't really care that they make more money than most of us. Still people. Anyone with a job has an on-duty/off-duty persona. Doing an event where you meet fans? Yeah, they should be cordial and friendly because that is the purpose of doing that event - otherwise don't do the event. Walking in the grocery store? Leave them alone or treat them normally like anyone else. Let's say I randomly saw Finn or Noah or whoever in the grocery store, I might treat it like any other person I "know" and ran into in public. I think if we made eye contact I'd say hello and say something friendly, but I'm not chasing them down and begging for a photo. Maybe the vibe is chill and they seem chill acknowledging you're a fan and the natural progression leads to a photo - but you should also leave people alone and not harass them and not stalk them? And you can stalk people online, too. Not good.

I can't really pin why it is that people have this underlying obsession to feel ownership over a celebrity or need that validation to be content. There's a big difference in just really spending a ton of time following every move online and every like and post and follow - I think some believe there needs to be a reward for dedicating this time and mental energy. I'm your biggest fan and I need you to know this. You need to know who I am. Maybe that's it. It's when interest and obsession become unhealthy. I've spent a lot of time online looking at stuff and engaging with stuff about the celebrities I like - but it's been with a healthy distance. I have no ownership feeling. I need no validation. I actively don't want it. Self-reflection. How would you like to be endlessly harassed online? How would you like someone to stand outside your home or follow you into a restaurant or gym? Mindfulness. Kindness. Remove entitlement.

I don't know too much about Chappell Roan other than a few articles that I've encountered and some posts - mostly about the harassment angle which I think is a reasonable request to want a normal life and to still be famous - but obviously aspects of your life are going to change. Because... no one needs to be famous. There's going to be a change. BUT - humanity NEEDS to get better. Leave people alone. Treat each other better. I have thoughts on the other side with the need for the famous to have a platform - mostly I think I'd like to hear less from celebrities about current events. You can think I'm wrong for that but it's how I feel. It leads to resentment and this misconception that because you can sing - you need to become a political figure. You can act - you need to become a political figure. You have a platform - you need to become a political figure. I don't necessarily agree. I miss when some celebs were more enigmas and had a stage or screen presence and we admired from afar a little.

[isaysorryverysoftly]

my good experience

even though everything seems bad right now, that's not true. I dont really think that intentionality works in such a way that really affirms the concreteness of moods...

No matter how sad you are you can still think of something good that is happening/has happened and watch as the focus on that 'happening' produces the joy demonstrably inhering within it.

Last night I got upset because I came across some porn on this website. It just really gave me the idea that people were sort of treating other actual people like instruments for their sexual fantasizing. It kind of made me freak out so i went to my housemate and knocked on their door and they let me in. They talked about it with me, we both described the heterosexual-male-gazey thing (Idk whatever you call that weird zheitgheist of like, everyone just being randomly ok with taking photos and videos of real people and sexually pleasuring themselves to a person who did not give consent for them to do that) as being like the eye of Sauron that can like see you from any location and just make you feel shit and like self-conscious and scared of your own body being percieved. That was funny/good because Lord of the rings metaphors are like my main source of comfort ab initio.

Anyway, then they suggested we go to the shops and get some yummy food. We began walking out into the rain and to the shops confidently without realizing that it was already past midnight and the shops would be closed. We then resolved to go to the service station. We got there, and it was closed but there was this burger truck there instead. Now usually this wouldn't present much fanfare as it wasn't a vegan burger truck but then i remembered chips existed and then i rememebred that the other night i had rediscovered my love for mustard. So then i got like a bunch of chips and i asked for them with mustard. And then there wasnt enough mustard, so then i asked for some more, and then there still wasnt enough. So i worked up the courage and asked for even more mustard after awhile and it was only really enough to supply me for the walk home, while we ate our chips as we walked. There is a photo my friend took of the 'not enough mustard' that exists but there is no photo of the 'idk... i guess good enough amount of mustard'. I was really stumped as how i was supposed to explain to the guy serving me how much mustard i needed, like he basically doubled my initial amount when i asked for more but like, what i meant was like 'the most mustard you've ever given to anyone else in your life is a joke compared to how much i need.' I think he got it by the end cause i just sort of kept saying 'i need like, so much mustard, like you dont even know how much mustard i need, its like ridiculous how much mustard i need.' And he was like alright, and he went to the other guy and it was weird, like they needed two people to do it, cause one had to hold the container and one had to do the pouring, and you could like, hear the bottle going empty as this dude squeezed. It still wasnt enough but that was fine i planned to get more when i returned to the house, to steal some from a housemate. I couldn't find any though so i had to use someone's mustard base salad dressing and some tomato sauce.

Then we hung out some more but my friend said that 'they had to go to bed soon, not that i had to leave or anything but just that they wouldn't be as energetic really.' Then they went to their computer and started searching up a live gig by a band. I asked them why they were doing this and then they said that they always put the live performances of this band on as they sleep, because the music is not too hyper and the visuals are nice. I was like ok sure...

THIS WAS THE FUCKING BAND

it was like really hard to comprehend and it sort of was the best feeling ever. To just be like, in this room with someone trying to sleep while i was upright further down in the bed, like watching these shrimp people, and their like hype-person and their like army of different instruments and their amazingly excited dancing. AND ITS PART OF SOMEONES BEDTIME RITUAL EVERY NIGHT!!!

I was completely transfixed for like a good 30 minutes, I just couldnt stop laughing or trying to explain what i was feeling into the words, both the band and hte fact my friend actually sleeps to this band every night and thats how i was being introduced to this band. Eventually i got it, its kinda like if ur fish bowl had a party while you were falling asleep. It's hyper but in an adorable and small and irrelevant and non threatening way that just sort of seems sleep worthy and dream like. Anyway

That's my story i guess.

This is tagged car seat headrest cause im listening to joe goes to school right now

[denzartriste]

Vague My Little Pony bedrock bros au/ideas fuck this is unhinged behaviour, i drew good art to accompany it as i explain the mental illness (tw for major character death)

Going off the assumption that either anyone reading this doesnt know about mlp plot-wise or just doesnt know that much about it plot-wise. So im gonna say the few things that is kinda important to this au, if you know what the things are skip it its a lot of words:

Changling - Hivemind Bug like creatures that are kinda pony shaped. They can do magic(they have a horn), fly (they have wings), shapeshift, and their main thing is eating love. <- eating love is a legit need for them, like food - without eating love they will starve (this episode shows that, starting at around 7 minutes (theres also a banger song at around 17 minutes, but thats my bias talking)) The way they eat love is by shapeshifting (into someones thats loved) and then feeding off that love. They can also shapeshift into just a random pony that doesnt exist. Also this is what a changling looks like, btw. Easier to show than explain v

And the hivemind part is a bit iffy? I mean they say its a hivemind but in the episode i linked the changling (forgot their name because im a fake fan :( ) wanted a friend the second they were hatched so who knows. This isnt that serious this is me making bedrock bros angst from mlp world

Anyways! In my au/idea-for-angst, changlings feeding off of a person's love can harm the person they're feeding off of. I don't know if its like that in canon, which is why i'm saying its an au thing

Tantabus - In canon it's only in Princess Luna's dreams, but canon is dead i shot it, so thats not important. But the reason it exists is Luna felt guilty and made it so that it would give her nightmares (oversimplification, but it's fine) Photo example of what it looks like v

Pony - There are four types of Ponies. Earth pony (no wings + no horn), Pegasi (Have wings but dont have horn), Unicorn (no wings but have horn), Alicorn (Royalty. Have wings + have horn). Ponies also have cutie marks, which is just basicly a magic tattoo they get when they discover their talent/passion

Jeez wow that was way to many words already

Time for more words. I have two versions of this au/idea, but im gonna start with the one i drew things for.

Tommy is a changling (his wings are too damaged to fly with) and Techno is an earth pony. Tommy is a pretty young changling who Does Not like being a changling. He wants to be a pony, but at the same time he wants people to love him for being him. it's contridictory.

He doesn't take form of anyone specific, the first thing he sees are two disks resting on a bench and he decides that can be his cutie mark. He's never heard music, but he thinks he wants to.

He meets Techno, a potato farmer with apples coated in gold and Tommy didn't know that was possible, and turns out it's just a decoration and he did try to eat it but does it really matter if Techno gave him some love for it?

Techno keeps loving him, and maybe he realized something was wrong when standing for hours started to feel draining when it never had before. Maybe he realized something was off when Tommy's main was growing wrong - jutted out, the hair stiff - and maybe he shouldve realized when Tommy barely hid a gag when he ate anything techno gave him.

It takes time. Techno has a job, but he can't do it anymore. He's tired - it doesnt seem physical until he needs to close his eyes for longer. It doesnt seem like a big deal until silent acts of love towards Tommy make him need to take a nap.

It doesnt seem like a big deal to Tommy, until he realizes that this is why it's so hard to feed a big group. This is why he was allowed to leave alone, because the town is too small and they thought he was smart enough to feed off not just one person.

It doesn't seem like a big deal to Tommy until it's been months, he is full, and Techno stops opening his eyes.

It doesnt seem like a big deal until Techno's last muttered words are that he knew, and he should have done something diffrent, but-

Techno, who's cutie mark is a sword going into his skin - Techno, who's real and true and is able to love. Techno, who may as well have been born for this and who regrets this.

Techno, who stops, either because he physically cant say more or because he mentally cant. Soon enough, his chest stops rising.

Techno didnt like flowers that much, but he didnt mind them and liked the smell of the golden ones outside of his home. He wore it in his main. And tommy, a changling without much of a main or tail, wraps himself in golden flowers and sits close to Techno. There's no use pretending anymore, but he still does.

Tommy makes a Tantabus for himself, he closes his eyes not unlike Techno, and he lays down.

And he dreams.

And the flowers around him wilt.

And he can't hear anything from the hivemind - he hasnt been able to for a while now. He doesnt know how that happened, why it happened, or if it was always like that.

[eiuvg]

some link click 2 theory /questions (after seeing s2 ep5)

first a disclaimer : i m french and young so me english will be far from perfect but i ll try my best , sorry if some things I say are not understandable

So my first theory is about li tianxi (the pink hair girl) , i think that she is not red eyes , she has a power because Qian Jin gave her a photo of the policeman , and what would she does with a photo without power ? nothing , that would be totally useless BUT , she might not be red eyes because when qiand jin gave the photo , she just look at it , like lu guang looking what s in the photo , not like CXS going into it .And that would make sense for a lot of things , like the fact that liu min killed himself so quickly , a teenager wouldnt be able to do it that easely (maybe someone who was in the police could?) .Some poeple will say "yeah maybe but it make sense that red eyes would be her because red eyes is crazy , and li tianxi could be crazy when we see her backstory" but no , she is far from crazy , at the end of ep 5 , she s juste talking to CXS , answering his question (saying her name) , and she seem really calm .She even learned to talk , which could be a sign that she didnt become crazy after her parents died , but she made her best to heal .So if she s not red eyes , who s red eyes? i dont know yet , jin qian would not make sense since he is not crazy , he is the opposite

The second thing is not rlly a theory but a question or an observation , who the f is the blue hair guy in the pink hair guy flashback ?And why does he seem so important ?And why is he cool and smiling in the flashback but shoked in the "remembering" when the pink hair guy wants to be cool like him and help his mother?

so here you can see that the fountain is on hif right , this is the flashback

he s smiling , so cool , we think that he could be a friend of pink hair guy , but why cant we see his eyes? we only see the bottom of his face

and here is the "remembering" , we see that he is shoked or disappointeed maybe? but i first thought that maybe he was out of breath or smth but no , it s not from the flashback .Why i think that? because the fountain is now on his left , and he is not in the water anymore .He has the same clothes so maybe it s right after the flashback when he got out , but if it is , he s going at the opposite of where pink hair guy is , which mean that something happened , maybe something bad i dont know , but there are so much mystery behind this flashback and this blue hair guy that i think this is something important for later

here is li tianxi , wearing a mask , but why?I think it because she got hit by her dad , right before the scene when CXS and li tianxi are talking , CXS was still in the flashback , going to help the mom , so my theory is that CXS wanted to help by defending the mom , but she got hit in the mouth ou at the bottom of her face , and that s why she is wearing a mask , and maybe why she wants to talk to CXS but that doesnt make a lot of sense to me .

Ok so third things and yes i talk a lot but there is a lot to say , Lu guang .We know pretty much nothing from him , the only things we know are : he met CXS at college , he can see in the photos (and cameras which allow him to see the other camera's pov ) , he is really mature and i ll stop a bit on this , because it s really weird that in this show they said 4-5 times that he s really mature especially for his age ?In this show , they leave some clues and when something is important they leave clues that are really easy to see or they say it a lot of times and here , they say it a lot of times .So why would they all say that he s so mature?I think that this is because he is not supposed to be , like this isnt juste that he s mature because mature teenagers exists but because there is a reason why he s mature , and my theory is that he had CXS 's power , so we know that red eyes said she/he wanted to "steal" CXS's power , and here too , they say it a lot , and made it easy to see because even the characters in the shows noticed it .And if some poeple could steal the power of other , why couldnt it be possible to give them? (And how do you steal a power? i think it s by killing the one who got them , because red eyes try to kill Lu Guang , i think it s to steal his power)So maybe Lu Guang gave the power of going in the photo to CXS , the problem is why?if he had it and could use it as he wanted , why would he give that to CXS which is someone that is impredictible ?For that i got 2 theory , the first is that CXS got a secret power that he doesnt know about but that could make him the only one who could stop red eyes because of the power of Lu Guang + his own power , the second theory is one that i ll talk about later because it s huge .So Lu Guang could be really mature because he had CXS power and used it to change the past (it could be because of what we see in first episode when CXS is bleeding and dying in LG's arms ) or to go in the past (probably in his younger body because his face is looking young )

If we think about LG s power , we know that he can see in photos but , i think he can do more , i think he can see the future , because in season 1 , when they help the old man to beat the father of the one he love , they help the old man to go upstairs , and when they get to the top , CXS say "i thought you always said to never ask about the future" , so that means Lu Guand DID see the future and told him they just had to help the old man getting to the top and the father would surrender .But there must be some condition to see it because sometimes he seem surprised so like he need a photo to see after it , maybe he need something to see the future .

Remember when i told you a had a theory i would talk about later?It s now , my theory is that Lu Guang ... is CXS .I ll explain , we know nothing about Lu Guang especially from his backstory , and the only reason he could give CXS his power is by trusting him , not by being his friend , but by being him (or i have another theory right after this one) .I think that LG is "possessed" by CXS and that s why he knew where CXS was when he met him , that s why he gave him the power because without giving him , the old CXS couldnt control him because he would not have the power of LG , this is a paradox and paradox are really common in shows that talk about tim travel .To prove you LG is CXS , you just have to see how they are showed

LG is behind a mirror and that could be two things , 1: LG is not in control of his body and this means that he s like stuck in his head seeing CXS's mind in his own mind or something like that . 2: LG is the reflection of CXS

do you see it? Yes , LG is in CXS's shadow , that could mean that LG is CXS

In S2 ending , CXS and LG are doing the same things , i think that CXS somehow went in that house for some reason we dont know , and that s why CXS (the "real" one , not the one in LG) is doing the same because what old CXS did , real CXS does too.

the painting is another theory , so i saw someone who said that the strange machine we see in the ending is from a movie that tell the story of a guy who travel time to save his wife that died , and on the painting we see a guy who made wings to go see his wife in the space (but in the coulds too , so i think that means she s dead) , and so i think what they try to explain here is maybe this guy died too , to join his wife and that s why he made his own wings .That could be the beginning of it all idk

Anyway , thanks for reading all of that , i bet it took time , but i hope you understood my theory , they are probably not right because it s only theorys and theorys and often wrong but , that would be fun if one of them was right , hope you enjoyed reading i ll do another "all my theorys" if i got some more or if i get new infos