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max verstappen x reader | 2k

even world champions deserve love letters. after missing the mexico gp, you're determined to see max have a good weekend in brazil. maybe all it takes is a handwritten note.

cw: fem!reader, being in love, softness, a track-side kiss, love letters. and google translate, sorry to any dutch speakers.

a/n: was this inspired by that video from austin? yeah, it was! sue me! also, written/posted before the gp, so. no race details <3 xx

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You miss race weekend in Mexico. It happens. You can't be there every weekend, much as you'd like to be. You're even more peeved about it after, considering you quite like Carlos and wish you had seen him earn what very well might be his last win with Ferrari. But you're mostly upset because Max, though he won't say so, could probably have used your support.

Years of experience have him calm, cool, and collected despite the team troubles. Flippant, some headlines say. Mad Max, others. But you know he's probably just tired. Tired of the media, of the FIA, of the churning conflict between him and Lando -- something you all knew was coming someday, but maybe not so suddenly. The longest season ever continues to drag and drag and drag.

"Twenty seconds was...Christ, Max," you say. You know what happened, of course. You watched what you could, saw the sharp moves around the corner and heard the radios. It never gets easier, watching him take risks like that. Usually, everyone else backs off, but McLaren can see victory on the horizon and won't let it go. You can't blame them, either of them, you just wish it was all a bit less tense.

"I know," he says, voice raspy over the connection. "I -- well, you know how I feel about it. Don't want to say anything in case the FIA is tapping my phone."

You laugh into your hand so you don't disturb the other people in the airline lounge, not entirely used to places like this, still. Max has told you over and over that it's absurd for you to spend your own money when you're coming to see him all over the world. When you told him you moved things around so you could come to Brazil, he booked you the nicest ticket, per usual.

"Oh, ha, ha," you say. "Don't give them any ideas, Mr. Community Service." You sigh. "Do you need anything? Be honest."

"Aren't you at the airport already? Your flight should be leaving in --" A pause, like he's checking his watch -- "forty minutes."

You glance up at the departures screen. He's right, but you don't give it to him so easily. "Know my schedule, do you?"

"Well, I booked your ticket, so I should think so."

"Your assistant booked it, you mean."

He hums and you picture him in his hotel room, maybe at the window, looking over the city. "I know your flight information. Don't be silly."

"I mean it, Max," you say again. "Is there anything I can do to make the weekend better?" It's a bit of a useless question and you expect him to answer with a snarky get me a new car or apply for the position of steward.

But he doesn't. He clears his throat.

"I'm just glad you're coming," he says, softly. "I've missed you."

You never doubt how Max feels about you, but he must be pretty tired to admit it like this. He's all about actions, this man. Making sure you have what you need when you're at the track, arranging your travel, remembering your schedule. He shows you how much you matter, and that's more than enough. He never wants to make you feel bad for having a life beyond being his girlfriend. And this doesn't, not really. It just makes you ache, fills your chest with the hopeless affection you've felt for him for so long.

"I've missed you, too," you reply. "But I'd like to be useful."

"Oh, I can think of a few things, then," Max says, all of a sudden all cheek. Such a boy, sometimes. A boy in love.

You can't help but laugh, face hot. "Hush, you!"

He huffs. A few beats of silence, the comfortable, well-worn kind. Sometimes, when he's halfway across the world and up late on the sim, he'll call you just to hear you breathe.

"Max?"

"I -- do you remember what you did for my birthday?"

He'd wanted something small, quiet. There was a lot of work to be done with the team but three weekends off meant you had a little time to yourselves. A few days hardly leaving his place, a dinner with some of the guys, a cake you made yourself, hand-delivered in bed. Gifts for a very wealthy man are difficult, especially since Max doesn't seem to want much.

"Oh, the pillow with my face on it?"

Max laughs. The lounge loudspeaker announces that your flight is going to board soon, so you gather your things but keep your phone wedged next to your ear.

"No, the other thing," he says. He clears his throat and summons some of that World Champion courage. "The letter."

You'd written him a fairly long love letter, thinking it would be a nice thing to carry to the races you couldn't be at this fall. It was tempting to be embarrassed about it when you gave it to him the morning of his birthday, but his cheeks had gone pink and he'd buried his face in your neck.

"Oh, that," you say. The airport is busier outside the lounge and you push your case in the direction of your gate weaving between. people.

"You could write me another, maybe."

Max is direct. He is honest, at work and at home, but this surprises you a little.

"You do know I'm about to get on a plane to see you, right?"

He huffs, and you imagine his cheeks pink, eyes bright. "You asked!"

"I'll write you another love letter, Max Verstappen," you assure him. "I'll write you a hundred."

"One is a fine start," he says firmly. "You should be boarding soon, and I've got to go to the press conference. Text me when you've landed?"

"Of course," you reply, eyes rolling though he can't see. "I'll see you soon, okay? Love you."

"Love you, liefje."

On the plane, you tear out some pages from your journal. You'd prefer to have some nice stationery like what you wrote on for his birthday, but maybe this is more romantic, more real. Making do with that you've got because he asked.

In the last one, you told him your memories of when you first met. How your stomach swooped when you made him laugh, how his blue eyes wouldn't leave your dreams. In this one you tell him about when you first realized you loved him. How absurdly early you were sure, how badly you wanted to tell him for weeks. The way you remember every second of when you blurted it out -- his face, his smile. His voice in your ear, telling you over and over, geliefde, ik houd van je, zo veel. I love you, so much.

"You're working hard on that," someone says. You look up at your seatmate, a woman a few decades older than you with a heavy accent.

You feel a little like you've been caught doing something illicit, but you just smile at her. "For my boyfriend," you tell her. "A love letter."

She flattens her palm over heart and sighs. "How lovely," she coos. "I hope he takes care of you, too."

We take care of each other, you want to say. You could tell her about how he sends you postcards from every country he goes to after you told him you like to put them on your fridge. You could tell her how sometimes you text him during his streams to make him laugh on camera. How he remembers your favorites, how he saves you his special team gear, how he sends you flowers all the time. How he likes to sit on the couch, your toes under his thigh, fingers around your ankle. How you've been learning Dutch and how he patiently corrects your pronunciation. You could go on and on and on.

"He does," you say instead.

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The plane lands safely in Brazil, but the pilot tells you that there is no open gate and that you'll be sitting for a while. You text Max.

stuck on tarmac, will be later than expected! :(

He must be in media responsibilities still because he doesn't reply until you finally get off the plane.

go relax at the hotel. i'll see you for dinner!

You find your ride easy enough and take a deep breath. The letter you wrote on the plane feels heavy in your pocket, and you just want to see Max. To be near him again. To give him this small thing he asked for.

"Excuse me," you say to the driver. "Do you think we could go to the track, instead?"

You text Max's assistant to say you're headed there, hoping it's not too much of an inconvenience. You're told he's almost done, maybe an hour left, and when you arrive you're led to his driver rooms. His shit is everywhere, per usual. Max is quite neat except in here -- Carmen once told you that George is the same. Clothes strewn about, his race boots unlaced and left in the way, warm-up equipment in a pile. On the table are a few of his things -- his wallet, a notebook, some papers.

Wait a second. One of those papers looks...familiar. It's been folded in three, the envelope it came in nowhere to be seen. His name is scrawled on the blank side in your hand and when you tug it from the pile you can see that it's creased, the edges a little more worn than when you gave it to him a few months ago. Max Verstappen, three-time World Champion, actually carries around the love letter you wrote him. Brings it to the track. It's darling. You love him so much. You pull the new one from your pocket and set them side-by-side on the table where he'll find them.

You ask to be taken to the pit wall, please, so you can see whatever the drivers are doing on track. Some dedication, you're told. The timing ends up being perfect and you get there just as they're finishing. You lean on a gap in the barrier where, on Sunday, crew members will be holding timing signs as the drivers zip around the hot pavement. The crowd in the stands is loud, as always, and maybe you imagine it but it seems to get a little louder when you look out.

The guys are talking amongst themselves and a few of them wave at you. You spot Max as he turns away from Charles and you can't help but grin. His eyes meet yours under his cap and his entire face chances, softens, and he breaks into a jog. You lean out over the concrete ledge and meet him in a kiss that's more two smiles pressed together than anything else.

"This is a surprise," he says when he pulls away. Eyes sparkling, he shows no signs of rejoining the other drivers as they head to whatever their next thing is. Photos, probably.

"I missed you," you tell him. "I've left you something in your room."

"Oh?" He straightens the lanyard of your credentials with careful fingers.

You reach for him, palm on his cheek. His stubble tickles and he leans into it ever so slightly. It doesn't feel like there are thousands of eyes on you, not even a little.

"Yeah," you say. "As promised." Someone calls his name. "Go on, then. I'll be waiting."

He kisses you again, a quick brush of his lips on the corner of your mouth.

Later, you'll wake from your nap in the hotel room to those same kisses on your cheeks, your forehead. Max will gather you in his arms and tell you all the moments he almost told you he loved you, how he could hardly believe when you said it first. You'll tease him for how many times he's read that first letter and he'll cheekily say that's why he needs more. And you will write him more, you'll write him as many as he wants. As many as you can, for the rest of your lives.

But now, in front of thousands of screaming fans, he smiles at only you, boyish and pleased.

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✩ Bookshopist Moonboys ✩

Part 2: "A, b, c, d-"

Moon Knight System x Reader

Summary: How the boys have been setting in at the shop

Warnings: Google translate Spanish, a bit angsty at the end with Marc’s self-doubt, coarse language, Marvel depiction of DID

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: Gave the boys particular fonts so the dialogue isn't confusing. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading :)

Steven

Marc

Jake

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Steven navigates through the labyrinth of bookshelves with a pile of novels in hand. Lightly caressing the spines of various books, his eyes skim over the authors’ last names.

Humming the familiar tune that’s become a staple in their shifts, Steven starts, “A, b, c, d-”

A heavy Chicago accent interrupts his rhythm, “M, z, i…”

Steven sighs, ‘not this again’, he thinks, trying to drown out his headmate he continues, “E, f, g-”

“Q, l, u…” abruptly interrupts his thoughts again.

“H-”

“Y”

“I-”

“T”

“Bollocks, Marc, quit it!”

“Quit what? I’m just reciting the alphabet like you”.

“A-huh, sure you’re being a real help”

“You’re very welcome”

“Look bruv, I need to put these away, and I can’t do it with you distracting me every two seconds”

“Should've thought about that before you ate my food”

“For the last time, I didn’t eat your food!”

“A-huh suree~ First, you stole my wife, and now my food? Your old pals at the British Museum would be proud”.

“Oh for the love of- I’m sorry about Layla!”

“Ahem..”, a frail voice interrupts their dispute, peering down Steven is met with the comforting face of an old woman, “Sorry to bother you luv, can you point me in the direction of the cooking section?”

Cheeks warming up, Steven points towards the aisle, “Just go strain down here and turn right at si-fi, then a left at parenting, and it should be on your left”.

She smiles kindly up at him, “Thanks honey”, then plotters along with a slight wobble in her step.

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It’s been 3 months since they started the job, and Steven’s loving every minute of it. His presence is appreciated, and he’s surrounded by others who share similar interests. Plus, he doesn’t have an aggravating boss breathing down his neck every second, which is a bonus. 

The shop has a decent history and mythology selection. Since the Thor incident in 2011 and the revelation that god exists, people have become more intrigued by mythology. There’s lots of debate amongst mythologists and historians, arguing if the term ‘mythology’ is even correct anymore. Steven remembers reading a post by The Daily Bugle, stating, "Thor is a glorified space alien, and gods don’t walk amongst us." Little did they know.

The aftermath of the past decade and the revelations it brought have given way to more accessibility to novels regarding gods and deities, something that Steven has taken full advantage of.

In his first month of employment, he had managed to procure almost all the Egyptology books in store. Marc and Jake are constantly nagging him about it, stating they don’t have the room nor income to accommodate the influx of novels. Steven’s still trying and failing to convince Marc to turn their storage unit into a personal library, receiving the same answer in return, “We’re not turning the storage unit into your book-hoarding man-cave. We got this job to earn money, not spend it all on your addiction”.

After noticing Steven had managed to clear through all the Egyptology books, you felt the need to enlighten him with some bookshop wisdom. “You know…”, You say whilst ringing up Steven’s latest purchases, “You can order more Egyptology novels from our supplier. We don’t always have enough room to keep them on hand, but I know there’s a few we can get posted in if you're interested?”.

At your words, his eyes light up and you swear stars were floating amongst his coffee eyes, “Really?!”

“Ahí van nuestros ahorros” Jake facepalms.

Surprisingly, Jake has found himself enjoying work at the quaint store. The tasks are relatively simple, mainly involving manual labour, finding books of customers, and putting through sales. At first, he’d been nervous about working at the shop. He was closing in on 40, and the only thing he’d ever served was vengeance and cunt. 

Thankfully, everyone at the store was supportive and non-judgemental. You reminded him one shift, "Believe it or not Lockley, it's okay to be a beginner and make mistakes”. Plus having two supportive brothers and a cat that somehow knows whenever he's feeling down helped. On the topic of cats, Jake was delighted to know that he could bring Viejita into work. “Will be good to get you out of the house” he mumbled to the feline, “Can’t have you growing up socially awkward like your tío Steven”, “HEY!”

Similarly to Jake, Marc was surprised to discover the job wasn’t as tedious as he’d initially predicted. The atmosphere is calm, especially for a retail job, and requires little mental thought. It’s a welcomed change, especially as his employment no longer involves something trying to kill him - though some books in the backroom have had a few good whacks at it. Since they started, Marc's gotten back into reading comics and sci-fi, he’s however, trying to keep it a secret. Khonshu forbid Steven found out he’s hypocritically spending their income on books. 

There’s an unspoken rule amongst employees that if a text perks your interest you’re able to ‘skim a few pages’ to further your knowledge of company merchandise. Obviously, this only applies if you do it without altering physical integrity. All of the boys take advantage of this, finding a quiet corner in the backroom during their break, huddling up with one of the cats whilst eating lunch and immersing themselves in a new story.

Over the last 3 months, all the boys have had some interesting interactions with customers. In the first week, Steven had a lady yell at him about the price of a plastic bag - as if he had any input on the pricing. Marc and Jake were plotting murder for the full duration of the interaction. 

Marc had to awkwardly ask someone for ID because they wanted to buy ‘adult’ manga whilst their mum was present. He then had to explain to the mother why an ID was required. 

And just the other day, Jake had a lady come in asking for a book, only she didn’t know the title, or the author, OR the contents. Only that another bookstore in the area had in four months ago. He spent the rest of his shift questioning humanity's intelligence and pondering how we’ve managed to survive this long.

However, at the end of the day, all the questionable customer interactions are worth it because they get to see you. Your presence is now an anchor in their lives. A lighthouse guiding them out of thunderstorms and eternal seas that threaten to swallow them whole. From your enthusiasm when discussing a book, to the adorable face you make when concentrating. Every second they spend with you they become more infatuated with your being.

“We should ask them out”

“And risk them saying no then having to work with them afterwards? Absolutely not”

“We don’t know that they’ll say no, piensa positivo hermano”

“Okay, I’m positive they’ll say no”

“...That’s a lame comeback and you know it”

“I’m with Jake - not on the comeback comment, but on the fact that we don’t know how they’ll answer”

“It doesn’t need to be a date, solo cafe y pasar el rato”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Marc sighs. Of course he wants to ask you out. Both Steven and Jake know that. He’s just worried you don’t reciprocate their feelings and only see them as friends. Or that he’ll somehow fuck it up for both you and his brothers. Maybe it would be better if he retreated back into the headspace, giving Steven and Jake the freedom to be with you without the burden of his pres-  

Now it's Steven's turn to interrupt Marc. “Oi, we’re not havin’ any of that. We come as a package deal, remember? Burger, chips, drink ‘n’ everything. There’s no us without you, quite literally might I add.”

“Steven tiene razón, te respaldamos. Siempre.”

A small “meow” comes from his feet, looking down he’s met with the adoring eyes of Viejita.

“See even Viejita agree’s”

Mouth twitching up as his heart swells, Marc gives in. 

“Fine... Just coffee”

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Omegas! Ten, Jaehyun, Jungwoo

x Beta! Fem reader

Synopsis: Three omegas and a beta in a porn video

Warning +18!: Foursome, four way kiss, nicknames (slut, incubator, beta, bitch, filthy), domination, mild denigration, blows (ass, pussy and cheek), penetration f, anal f, triple penetration, mention of pregnancy, fantasies about getting pregnant, unprotected sex (don't do that!), semen inside, mention of porn videos, porn actor life, cameras, exposure, omegaverse

Words: 6k

Aclarations: Ten smells like blackberries, Jaehyun smells like peach, Jungwoo smells like coconut and beta smells like vanilla

Note: I use Google Translate so any mistakes, blame it.

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On the Internet, of course; In the pornographic world of the Internet, videos that went beyond the traditional had begun to go viral, since the normal and what was liked in porn videos were omegas and alphas having sex or in any case, omegas having sex with omegas or alphas having sex with alphas, but it had been based on that, perhaps orgy videos and the occasional beta video, but the Internet always found common porn videos where there were omegas or alphas exciting and profitable.

But a new type of pornographic videos had come out that had left everyone shocked, an important company had decided to upload some videos of an alpha having sex with a beta and the morbid thing (which was the profitable thing) was that in those videos you could see very well when the alpha tied the beta; Everyone knew that the betas' genitals were not made for knots, but that morbidity had brought a new world to porn, since everyone wanted to buy and have content of that type.

Even she had seen the video that had been bragged about so much, she couldn't deny it; there was something strangely exciting about an alpha tying up a beta since betas like her lacked a strong smell so it showed pure excitement for both parties, she had been working in the porn industry for a while and her videos had been with other betas, which also sold since people also found the morbidity in the ways in which betas could fuck each other other than with their genitals, it could be said that she was well known in the industry, was she proud of that? No, but she earned well.

Was she proud to accept this new job? Maybe, since those videos there had been quite a few competitions with other videos but nothing surpassed the video of that alpha and beta, nor did she believe it was surpassable until one day they called her for a job from the company where she worked, saying that they were going to offer her a large amount of money for that video and that made her move, the day she went to that company, passing by the recording studios that she had little interest in seeing; When you saw a lot of sex, it didn't impress you.

But she was impressed that when she entered her boss's office (Unfortunately, she was the last to arrive), there were three omegas sitting who apparently also didn't understand why she was there since yes, surprise; He wasn't an alpha, yet he sat in the spare chair in front of his boss and suddenly felt intimidated by the omega next to him who had given him an intense look, he was like the middle one among the three men but still, he managed to intimidate, she doubted that he was really an omega, a dominant omega, maybe?

— Well, do you know each other? Do you know of any videos of each other? — Her boss spoke as if he felt a tension that she obviously didn't feel; She had no nose for that.

She looked at the three omegas for a few seconds; She didn't know any of them since ironically, she wasn't into consuming porn but still, the three of them had great contrasts between them although apparently all 3 were omegas; Only the shortest one looked like one, the other taller one looked like a beta and the one next to her insisted that he was an undercover alpha even so, she just shook her head at the question, she always had the confidence to talk but now she felt small against these three omegas, she had never felt so beta until now.

— Okay! It's okay, I'll have them introduce themselves, Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul or well, on stage they should call him Ten Lee, is a submissive omega who has dedicated himself to making BDSM videos with alphas — The alpha explained calmly and she could only question how that short omega could practice that with alphas even when it was acted — Jeong Yoonoh, although he is called Jaeyun in the scene, is a submissive omega who is dedicated to domination videos; Dominating other omegas, I think he's never been with an alpha — The alpha continued explaining while looking at the sheets that apparently had the work history of the 4 — And Kim Jungwoo who is also a submissive omega dedicated to videos with alphas — The alpha finished explaining and then she realized that they were speaking directly to her, which made her nod. — Nice to meet you — She could simply answer that, What could she answer to that information? Good fucking there? Are you still like that? No.

— Well, she's one of the few betas in the company who works on stage, she makes videos with other betas — The alpha introduced her as if she didn't know how to do anything but didn't do much about it.

She held back the urge to roll his eyes at the mention that she was one of the few beta actresses since of course, the betas are cleaning or behind the cameras since it was dangerous to let omegas or alphas feel the mix of pheromones when recording a sexual scene.

— All four of them are known for their things, I think they even have the same level of fame so... — It seemed like the alpha wanted to sweeten what he had to say but was quickly cut off.

— What is the job? — Apparently Jaehyun was an impatient omega because his face revealed that he was not enjoying the alpha's explanations.

— Did you all see or know the video of the alpha with the beta? — Everyone ended up nodding and Lennon did not like where this was going.

— Well, a competition should be made to the video so that the company remains at the level it is so we had thought, what is more exciting than three omegas using a beta? It will be something that sells, anyone wants to see the submissive omegas fucking a beta — The alpha gave his idea and for a few moments he went blank although everyone seemed to have gone blank.

— How much is the pay for this? — Now it was Jungwoo who spoke and was surprised by that tone of voice he had, he was not beta as she had thought.

— Look for yourself — The alpha did not even say the number, he only held up a paper with many zeros that made the beta's head spin, it was the highest paid job so far.

There seemed to be a silence between the four and the alpha himself as they decided since if they didn't give a decision now there was a high probability that the job would be given to someone else and no one seemed to want to part with that sum of money. She could feel the gazes of the three omegas, she knew that they weren't even looking at her but rather at her body and she didn't complain, she just continued looking at the ground while she thought about her answer.

— Okay, I'm in — She could finally hear the voice of the shortest omega; his delicacy made him cute but it was noticeable that Ten or Chittaphon had a rather strong attitude. She saw that omega carelessly grab a pen and seem willing to read the contract without seeing the script or the rules but he was prevented.

— Hey, hey, aren't you going to sniff it first? — The alpha forbade the shortest omega from writing his signature.

— Sniff? — She questioned at the pathetic idea of being smelled, she knew that omegas and alphas did it but she was not part of those strange behaviors.

— It is mandatory to allow alphas and omegas to smell each other so that they feel their aroma, there are times that thanks to the aroma they don't even get excited, we have already had legal problems regarding this — The alpha explained quickly finally remembering that there was a beta there — You don't release pheromones but you have a smell and even if it is slight, it can generate rejection — The alpha finished explaining and moved his hand, as if giving permission to start sniffing.

The beta didn't even have time to say anything when she felt Ten approach her and with his hand, gently squeeze her chin to lift it up causing her neck to be revealed, she had to lean her back against the back of the chair and hold her breath as she wanted to hold back a laugh when she felt the tip of the blonde's nose starting to sniff her, she had a vanilla soul or at least that's what everyone who had met her had said, she didn't feel it but she knew it was surely there.

A few seconds later she could also feel another nose on her right side sniffing, making her look sideways at Jungwoo who was sniffing her with apparent enjoyment and finally Jaehyun, sniffing the piece of neck that remained and let her, feeling pressured to have three omegas sniffing her neck as if it were a bone but luckily, her boss spoke.

— Ah, it seems you are an omega charmer... They all seem fascinated with your scent — The alpha acknowledged making her also realize that the time it took them to smell him was a sign of liking his minimal aroma.

— Ten smells like raspberries, Jaehyun like peach and Jungwoo like coconut so come and we will finish the contract and I will explain the script — The alpha insisted, wanting the omegas to now stop sniffing the beta who seemed still in her place.

The mention of their scents had not gone unnoticed by her and she thought that they did match her appearance.

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In her time at work she had learned to work with the heavy nerves of being on stage, over time she had understood that being exposed was not something to be ashamed of since everyone in that room, like her, was working and was only interested in going home, she had lost her nervousness a long time ago but now, she was feeling her stomach tense as if she was about to vomit the shake she had drank before coming.

She had accepted for the money, a large amount that had been impossible for her to deny but now she was regretting it, even though the dialogue and the idea was the typical porn video, there was something that left her uneasy, she had never recorded with male omegas, she had dedicated herself to watching some videos, to snooping about their videos and god, each video that passed left her eager for more, eager for the day to come and now that it was the day, she didn't want it to be.

— Beta? Time to record! — She heard the director yell, calling her on stage and that brought her out of her thoughts.

She was in the small place she would take as her dressing room, waiting for everything to be ready so she had to get up from her seat and walk on stage, they hadn't done anything very special with her, she was wearing a white shirt with two unfortunate buttons that left her collar and her sleeves rolled up in view, a long skirt over the shirt, squeezing her waist and stockings giving it a homely look.

The idea was that it would be homely, the setting was based on a cabin, according to the script, a beta had taken care of a small pack of alphas at the time when a new alpha was being searched for and now, that a new alpha had been found, the omegas didn't want their beta to leave and would show her why she should stay, according to her, what was going to please or attract was that omegas preferred to fuck a beta pussy than to let themselves be fucked by an alpha.

When she arrived at the scene, she could see the living room and kitchen, seeing the furniture like the large sofa, the television and other things that didn't interest her, so she could look at the omegas scattered around the scene. She could see Jaehyun sitting on the sofa taking up most of the space, wearing a simple sweatshirt and loose pants with his socks. She saw Ten leaning on the table, a sleeveless shirt that showed off some of his attractive tattoos and some jean shorts down to his knees, also with socks, and finally Jungwoo who was in the kitchen, leaning against the window with a slightly open printed shirt, pants and socks, it seemed like everyone was wearing socks.

— Okay, get in your seats so we can start the scene — The director ordered and watched as Ten sat next to the sofa next to Jaehyun. She went straight to the downstairs room, where she began to pretend to put things away and arrange them, her things that would be put away in a suitcase soon.

— 1, 2, 3, Action — I heard the director shout again and it seemed like the tension in the room dissipated to make way for work.

— Are you really going to leave? — The first to speak was Jungwoo, who was now sitting on the floor in the middle of the two omegas sitting on the couch.

— It's what I have to do, I don't belong to the packs — She answered with a reassuring voice as she leaned on the door frame of the room, looking at the three omegas.

— But that alpha doesn't look good, you should look for another one — Jungwoo declared with a somewhat childish tone, being the youngest of the three omegas he had been given the role of the dumb but mischievous omega and he played it quite well.

— You don't even know him Woo, neither do I — She answered calmly.

— Then how do you know he's good? You just want to get rid of us — Jaehyun was the one who spoke now, in his role as a versatile omega who at this moment wanted to fuel Kim's frustration.

— Do you want to get rid of us!? — Jungwoo squealed annoyed as if he was about to throw a tantrum over her departure.

— No, of course not; It's just the natural order of things — Lennon answered trying to avoid the tantrum that was coming from the younger omega.

— Why do you want to leave? — Jaehyun insisted, in that serious facade showing the concern that his beta would leave.

— Because I'm not an alpha and at some point they're going to need one — He tried to explain, to make them understand the natural order of things.

— Do you want to leave? — Ten finally spoke, the older one who always brought calm to the other omegas was only supporting the case now.

— No but this is my job — His words sounded harsh but it was true, he only took care of them for work.

— Then we will make you forget about your job — Ten assured as he got up from his place on the couch, he could see how Jungwoo bristled slightly and Jaehyun's nose moved sniffing the air, it seemed that Lee was releasing his hormones and she obviously did not feel them.

Hust as the script dictated, Ten's hand grabbed her wrist in a surprisingly strong and firm grip that she wasn't expecting since this omega looked quite delicate but she didn't have time to think as she clumsily fell onto the couch, having to stare at Lee's face and feeling Jeong's hands on her hips, holding her in place so she wouldn't escape.

— Are we going to fuck her? — Jungwoo asked as he settled on his knees next to the couch, she could almost see his hands shaking with the desire to touch her and it was oddly pleasant.

— Let's show her what it's like to be with omegas — Ten answered with a hint of arrogance to the youngest of them, giving a small smile dedicated to the other omegas, not her.

Jaehyun's hands didn't take long to appear as they snaked under her shirt and lifted it up, revealing her round but small breasts to the three hungry omegas, she felt her nipples harden from the cold air but as she intended to move, to protest, the peach-scented omega's lips caught hers in a needy kiss as his hand forced her to move her face towards him and forget about the others, their tongues clashing as he tightened his grip on her scalp.

The omega's lips stifled her moan when she felt Jungwoo's expert mouth catch both of her nipples, his hands grabbing her breasts to bring them together and be able to enjoy both buds at the same time, his tongue licking with excitement to suck, she could clearly see Kim's shiny eyes just by seeing how hard her nipples were getting and god, he did turn her on making her let out low moans while Jaehyun's kisses had gone to her neck, giving attention to the sensitive skin.

Ten pulled off her skirt when he had already enjoyed the scene of the two omegas playing with the beta enough, the Thai's expert fingers caressed her wetness over her panties while he spread some kisses along her thighs to remove her panties and reveal her wet pussy but that didn't seem to satisfy Ten, who grabbed her legs and made her lift her hips higher to show her throbbing anus also to the gaze of the three omegas who had stopped any activity to appreciate the holes they would drill.

— I didn't know betas could be so needy — Ten commented with amusement and she could feel her cheeks redden even though it was part of the script what it said.

— Uhm, it looks like a virgin pussy but I'm sure you've had more than one cock in there, right? — Jaehyun playfully said and gave an open-handed slap to her wet pussy that made her moan at the sensation.

She could see exactly when Jungwoo left her tits alone so he could lean a little closer to her; That omega was physically big but she couldn't fantasize about it anymore when Jungwoo's long tongue licked all over her pussy, tasting her and letting out a pleased moan at the sweet taste, all that only made her moan in surprise and pleasure, Kim wasn't supposed to go that way, it was Ten who was supposed to eat her but it seemed like the live shows liked it because they didn't utter a word even though the script was being broken.

Ten growled, it wasn't a growl like an alpha's but it seemed influential to Jungwoo who quickly moved away from her pussy to give his elder room, Lee didn't even blink as his face buried itself in her wetness making her moan in pleasure, her legs wrapped around the omega's head like a vice while her thighs seemed to want to drown him but Ten wasn't affected, instead he kept licking, his tongue darting in and out of her needy hole, he was giving her just what she needed and it only caused her to moan.

Jaehyun's fingers wandered down her back, from his position the omega was able to grab his beta's ass well, giving it a squeeze so that with his fingers, Jeong collected some of the girl's own fluids as lubricant and tried to enter her ass, it was difficult, mainly because of his own nerves that made it not easy to enter that hole that he rarely used, at that, Jungwoo's kisses were not long in coming, kissing her lips and cheeks while his fingers squeezed and stretched her left nipple, making her focus only on Kim.

She didn't feel when Jaehyun's fingers entered her tight hole, two fingers that began to move skillfully that made her let out small gasps but she did notice when Lee buried three fingers in her pussy, because of the fluid it was easy to do but she suddenly felt full and that was just fingers, yes that's how she felt because of that, she didn't want to imagine when she had his cocks inside her but the worry quickly went away when Jungwoo's fingers began to massage her clit, giving her shocks of pleasure that synchronized with the penetrations of the fingers making her moan.

She was eager for more.

•••

There was a change of scene; Normal when the scene was getting too long, never in her life had she been so prepared until now, the omegas were good at stretching her holes but now, it was the action part; The triple penetration and that scared her but also excited her.

She was lying on top of Jaehyun, her back resting on the omega's strong chest, her legs open while the omega held all her weight but it didn't seem like a problem since Jeong had no trouble aligning his hardened cock with the beta's tight anus and forcing the beta's hips to stop, whether she likes or not she had to impale herself on his thick member making her moan while she felt how her anal walls were easily opened until she took the omega's entire cock like a champion, she didn't know that omegas had such big cocks but shit, she was full and that was missing one.

Ten approached after a few seconds, he had waited for her to at least adjust as he got between her open legs, climbing on the other omega's legs so he could reach her, her pussy was embarrassingly dripping so it wasn't hard for Ten to just push in, making her feel every cent of his cock which made her let out a pretty loud moan, she felt too full, like she was going to be split in two at any moment.

— Calm down beta, you were born for this — Jaehyun said, she could feel him sniffing her neck from that position and it seemed like the strangest thing in the world.

It's not that she didn't want to answer, it's that she couldn't, Ten was the first to move his hips to take his cock out and back into her pussy making her separate a little from Jeong's cock who was quick to react; The thrusts were different, Ten had long thrusts, taking the time to take out and put his cock in so that she felt it all the way in with each thrust while Jaehyun's were fast due to his position, his hips hitting her ass while he drilled her anus in an even rough way, a sample of the types of videos he used to make.

She couldn't do anything but moan, her breasts bouncing with each thrust as she held on to the armrest of the sofa from behind although her moans were silenced when Jungwoo's hardened cock made itself present, the coconut-scented omega had taken a while to appear but there he was, grabbing her face so that she would put his cock in her mouth and eagerly she did, she opened her mouth to give a home to that member that was buried in her mouth quickly, she could feel Jungwoo's hand grab her hair and practically fuck her mouth, the tip of his member hitting against her throat while she could only try to lick it.

She listened to the dirty sound of their union, how Ten and Jaehyun's cocks made obscene sounds entering and leaving her while the sounds of her mouth were heard when she tasted that cock, a while ago she had regretted the idea but now she was delighted, she had never felt so full, so pleased and she could feel her pussy release fluids as if it were a waterfall, she had already taken care of wetting Ten's entire cock but he didn't seem bothered, he even seemed to like it and she couldn't talk about Jungwoo's cock, she should have expected something big with how big he was but god, he was breaking her throat and Jaehyun's thrusts would leave her with a good sore ass, she knew it but she would enjoy it.

She could hear the men's moans, Jaehyun was growling lowly right against her ear and it strangely made her even hotter, Jungwoo wasn't afraid to moan and seemed delighted with her mouth while Ten let out occasional moans and insults but you could tell from his face that he was enjoying it.

— We're going to fill you up Beta — Ten warned her in the middle of a particularly strong thrust that made her moan.

— Uhm, what do you think beta? Your womb filled with Tennie's semen, you're going to get pregnant by him; You're going to be his whore — Jaehyun told her in her ear while squeezing her needy nipples.

— O-Omegas don't get pregnant — She tried to defend herself very vaguely, she wasn't thinking clearly at the moment.

— Why can Ten have puppies from our beta and I can't? You're showing preferences! — Jungwoo complained as he made her mouth choke on his cock, making her gag.

— Everyone is going to have their puppies since we'll all fill her womb... You'll be like an incubator — Ten finally spoke, he had been more focused on how that pussy swallowed him than on the conversation.

— Anyway, someone has to keep the pack, right? — He asked sarcastically, knowing full well that no puppy would come out of this.

— You're such a slut — Jungwoo told her as his hand reached out to give a direct hit to her clit.

That was enough for her orgasm to build up enough to release, making her moans drown out on Jungwoo's cock as she came directly on Ten's cock, her walls squeezing the two intruders making that with one last push, Jaehyun came in her anal cavity making her moan as she felt the hot liquid enter her but to her bad luck, neither Ten nor Jungwoo finished so they continued using her while Jeong vaguely fucked her in the ass.

All of Jungwoo's semen fell in her mouth making her feel the hot liquid with a salty taste and simultaneously Ten had cum in her pussy, filling her needy uterus with his semen making her moan.

Yeah, maybe she was a slut.

•••

She had assured herself that she couldn't feel any fuller than before but there had to be another change of position, as promised; the three of them would fill her and that they would, even though her holes were dripping a mixture of semen with her own fluids, that didn't stop the omegas from their goal, she was simply swallowing Jaehyun's cock, the long length going in and out of her mouth as she licked it like it was the best candy she could be given, Jeong's hands were fixed on her head, urging her to keep sucking it like a champion.

She was on top of Ten and the little omega was really strong since his thrusts felt strong in her poor anus that throbbed with excitement, she could only moan, throwing her head back right in the hollow of Ten's neck and shoulder so she could writhe in peace while the blackberry-scented omega fucked her with frenzy, not as rough as Jaehyun but clearly marking his dominance in her hole too, the omega's hands were on her tits, squeezing and pulling her nipples hard as he fucked her.

But shit, Jungwoo was taking the prize; she felt like she was being torn in two, so sweet and soft that Jungwoo seemed like it was a simple appearance because he was destroying her pussy in a way that wouldn't be forgotten in a hurry, Jungwoo's hands grabbed her legs with the outside, keeping them open in an almost torturous way while his cock entered and left her pussy with a big impact, Ten's semen mixing with the presumptuousness that Kim's hardened cock was already releasing, neither of them seemed to get tired.

— Stop looking at Jungwoo's cock and keep sucking me beta — Jaehyun ordered him, giving him a soft slap on the cheek to continue with his task.

Her cheeks reddened at the scolding, yes, maybe she had forgotten Jaehyun's cock in her mouth to be able to watch Jungwoo's destructive cock destroy her pussy so she just licked it, returning her gaze to Jaehyun's pleased face who moaned again having her attentions only for him.

— Come on Woo, cum, cum in the beta, in your beta... Don't you want to get her pregnant? — Ten asked, provoking the already horny omega who seemed out of control.

— Yes, I do want — Jungwoo answered with a hint of desperation.

— So? Fill her pussy with your cum, make her your little whore, that's what you want, right? — The words weren't even for her but they managed to turn her on even more, Ten sure knew how to use his voice for something good.

— I'll fill her better than you — Jungwoo promised and Ten could only let out a low chuckle at that.

— Don't try to compete with your elder — He scolded him playfully knowing that his friend thought little in that state.

Even though Jungwoo wanted to cum, since his hips had become faster, thrusting in and out with an intensity unbecoming of an omega, he simply couldn't and was beaten by Jaehyun, who was stunned by how the beta sucked his cock, it felt so good, her tongue and her simple oral cavity that was hot as hell, the perfect home for his cock who was quick to cum, releasing a significant load of his semen into the beta's mouth.

— Swallow it beta, swallow your omega's semen — Jaehyun demanded of the omega, he didn't want to see a single drop of his semen outside of her dirty mouth.

The beta obeyed, swallowing the salty liquid without a word and then opening her mouth, sticking out her tongue to show that there were no traces of semen which only made Jaehyun's fingers slip into her mouth, making her suck on them like a hungry baby, Ten's thrusts increased, she could feel him reaching his orgasm as he was getting faster, her poor hole being abused until the Thai simply filled her entire ass with semen, fighting with Jaehyun's semen that was still there to see who would fill her more.

— Uhm, you can't even cum Jungwoo — Ten scolded him jokingly while he continued to fuck her but in slow movements.

She let out a moan when Jungwoo's cock broke free, releasing all his semen inside her, buried all the way to make sure that his semen would fill her already used uterus even more, as if she were fighting with Ten for who owned her uterus, the beta, she hadn't expected the last omega to cum so quickly but it seemed that Ten's words had an undeniable effect on Kim. She was so full.

•••

She could feel her holes simply gushing, she felt how semen mixed with her fluids was coming out of her anus and pussy, falling down her thighs in a strangely pleasurable way while she felt her holes throb for more, it was the last scene and she was already tired, the omegas had taken out every bit of energy she had.

If it had been difficult to have Jungwoo in her pussy, in her ass it was even worse, as soon as the omega entered, she ran out of air as if they were putting a huge object in her and of course, the already desperate and sensitive omega did not wait when he began to fuck her, Kim's hips moved frantically, one after another hitting her poor ass already reddened from the blows and squeezes she had received from the omegas.

— Desperate — Jaehyun complained softly as he watched the younger omega already fuck the beta.

It was difficult for him to bury himself in the beta's pussy, even when he grabbed her legs to open her, Jungwoo's movements were impeccable and even when Jaehyun was able to enter, he couldn't coordinate, Jaehyun was simply brutal, hitting hard and fast like a drill straight to her pussy while Jungwoo was precise, hitting her ass hard making her only moan in need while she felt so full that she thought she would explode but luckily it wouldn't happen.

Ten's cock was buried in her throat, using her mouth as a sheath for his cock as his hips moved against her mouth, making every inch take up her mouth as the omega's balls hit against her chin, she was really enjoying it, being used, even if it was for a job there was a feeling of pleasure that she couldn't deny even though she was already exhausted by the whole situation.

The orgasms didn't take long to come, omegas were known for their sensitivity and already in the third round, the three cocks were reddish and sensitive so the walls and tight mouth made it easy to cum, for the first time reaching orgasm at the same time, releasing their loads in the beta's needy and hungry holes while she could only moan in pleasure, she didn't know how much she had cum during the night but she knew that for a while she wouldn't need sex.

— Aw, look at that — Jaehyun said when he finally pulled out of her pussy.

She raised her head to see as she had been lying comfortably on Jungwoo's body the entire time but as she looked, she could see how Jungwoo and Jaehyun's cocks that had served as a plug for her liquid-filled holes simply slipped out of her and everything came out, she let out a gasp as the camera recorded directly their position, Jaehyun still sandwiched between her spread legs, Ten standing next to the couch with his cock hitting her cheek and Jungwoo leaning on his elbows so he could watch as she was spread legged, letting the camera record how her pussy and anus released semen and fluids as if it were a faucet, wetting the couch and wetting Kim who didn't seem very bothered about it.

— A perfect incubator — Ten purred softly with pleasure.

— Our beta — Jungwo clarified, they had already marked each other in a special way.

— Yours~ — He finally agreed, his chest rising and falling with tiredness and agitation.

— You're a disgusting beta bitch — Jaehyun criticized her with a half smile.

She didn't have time to react when the three omegas' mouths attacked, bringing the four of them together in a weird, improvised four-way kiss that made her moan even though it wasn't even a kiss.

— And cut! Perfect — The director cut the scene right at that moment of pleasure.

Reluctantly, she had to get off Jungwoo, sitting on the small piece of couch that was left while they brought them some robes to cover the nakedness that they had obviously already shown but she didn't complain.

—Let's repeat it — The beta assured as she covered her body with the robe even though they had already seen her.

She could only receive some mischievous smiles from the omegas, a yes to the wonderful experience.

[mariemarion]

hey, long time no been here. I'm sleepy, but I have something to say

I will abuse google translator a little cause I originally wrote all this in spanish :p

I haven't had energy the last few months. I am currently in a not very good state of mind so I will allow myself to be somewhat negative below.

I have lost interest in continuing with art, or at least the motivation is at the lowest level it has ever been, my only real reason for continuing is because it feeds my family, my pets and me, its reason enough to keep going , I fervently believe. But this doesn't stop me from feeling like I'm not going anywhere, that I'm stuck. Drawing has never been so exhausting, so tiring. I loved it, it may not be a permanent feeling, but currently I do not feel love for my drawings, for my current style, although I like it I feel that it is not mine, that it is not me, that I am not being sincere.

My dream is to reach that level of skill, like the meme, a rookie artist drawing something super rendered and complex and the senior artist drawing the most simplified style possible, I want to be that senior artist x'D.

How socials are treating and overshadowing artists lately also has a lot to add here, to hell with the numbers, I'm not interested in them, I'm not interested in the algorithm, I don't quite understand what it's about, I don't want to be tied down all the time , I want to come and go freely, that's all, I don't enjoy loggin into networks as i used to be.

Sometimes I would like to go back in time, when I felt free to create, when I was looking for to experiment and had fun. Today just thinking about holding a pencil makes me want to run away to the comfort of my bed or go play with my cats or to want to climb a mount and never coming back. And not to mention the damage I have done to my eyes and my hands, sometimes I can't do anything but overdo everything, and therefore hurting me, I foolishly force myself to accomplish deadlines that I have imposed on myself and that I am aware of its a short time.

I'm in a situation where I can't stop drawing, it's my job, I can't simply take a rest. I practically survive with what I earn (which lately is little), prices for many essentials are going up to the stratosphere and beyond (the price for cat food is so ridiculously expensive that I have started opting for homemade food) I have not been able to save anything, if I stop drawing and taking commissions, I don't know what else I could do, looking for alternatives is also tiring. I just want to sleep.

Apathy, that is my current state.

Fatigue.

Drowsiness.

A bottomless abyss, although when I say it out loud it makes me laugh x'D

Going to therapy has crossed my mind, I know there are issues to resolve, but thinking about the absence of money and next month's expenses somehow overlap everything else.

I think there were more things to add, but I can't think anymore.

I will not abandon art, it is clear to me, but if these last few months have been slow (in terms of making art), they will be even more so in the future, so you better do not miss me too much, you have been warned x'D

ty for reading

[umgeorge]

George Russell: "Mercedes Is In A Good Period… But We Want More"

Aged 26, George Russell is participating in his third season with the Mercedes team. Interview with the British driver before the Formula 1 Belgian Grand Prix, fourteenth round of the 2024 season. A Good Period... To Improve "I'm a more complete driver than I was six years ago, but I don't think I'm faster today than I was ten years ago. You either have the speed or you don't. Where I progressed today is in the way of handling more complicated situations; managing tires, traffic, pressure. You learn to manage these moments better with experience. It's been two-and-a-half years of hard work, difficult races. We were a little lost, not in the direction we had to take, and now, finally, after this hard work, from Montreal, the pole position, the victory in Austria, the pole at Silverstone with Lewis. And now we're in a good period, but we want more, of course.

What To Remember From Lewis Hamilton? "I learned a lot from Lewis on a human level; his way of managing engineers and getting the best out of the team. From a driver's point of view, we're all different. For me, it's always important to find your own way. A comparison I made in the past: Roger Federer, Rafael Nadal and Novak Djokovic. They all have enormous success in grand slams, but they're different players. You have to find your own way. If you try to copy someone, their style, you'll never be as good as they are. If I tried to drive like Lewis I would never be as fast as he was. The same goes for Lewis if he tried to drive like me. You have to find your own way."

Collaboration With His Teammate "We talk a lot about leadership because Lewis is going to leave, but the way I see the races, my driving, I think it was my best season in terms of speed. I'm not going to change anything next year. I'm going to build on what I did this year. Lewis and I have the same influence within the team. We have the same level of respect from the whole team. Now that he's going to leave, I hope my future teammate will have the same impact as I do. We're lucky to be two drivers driving the same car, and we need all the information from each driver. The team must always come first. It's the team that gives you the opportunity. It's the team that designs the car, that builds it, that puts the wheels on the car. We're a big piece of this puzzle, but we're not the only one. At the end of the day, if you do things well as a driver, you don't have to be selfish. You qualify on pole, if you get the best start and you're in the lead, and if you're the fastest, there won't be a problem. Things are in your own hands to avoid being selfish.” The Essential Presence of Fans "Yeah, for sure there's a balance, because I love when I see the fans, but ultimately as a driver you're in a very fortunate position. We are doing our dream job. We would take this job for free, and we're here earning huge amounts of money. The sport is so successful, and is more successful than ever today because of the fans, so to have dinner and take ten minutes of my time with the fans, for me it doesn't change a huge amount in my day, but for them maybe it's something they'll remember forever, and when I see the reaction it has with some people… You realize this is what's the most important in this sport." all but the last answer were translated from french with google translate sry

[nebularious]

Happy 413 I google translated each kid's introduction 413 times haha

EGBERT:

My name is Shan and today is my birthday. The house has everything. I don't like watching movies. I need a new computer, but I don't know how to use it. We want freedom

paper

ROSE:

This is called branding. As mentioned above, this device does not require electricity. You can do many things. I don't think anyone in my family is famous. Can I play with my friends?

it happened

DAVE:

Dubai is warm, sunny and beautiful in April. Enjoy your vacation and make your dreams come true. I know what happened. We eat with food. I love bands I've never heard of. The photo was taken in a dark room with lots of shadows. This program allows you to skip the PHAT section.

a living person

JADE:

Don't forget to listen to the DJ's music and fall asleep. Writing good articles is hard, but remember to write with confidence. They earn most of their income from agriculture. Improve your marketing skills.

what are you doing?

JANE:

My name is Jane. Share SBURB Alpha! Try this fun game. My father is in America. Read good books and articles. If you would like to learn more about this situation, many of your friends are having trouble buying shoes. My boyfriend said I love you. I love your beauty, I love your color.

JAKE:

Jesse wants to watch this video. I don't like my boyfriend, he likes guns. Men love guns, and so do women. Write a comment about your schedule. They visit houses and kill all the innocent people. Fortunately, there is something that can be done. Learn more about animal symbols in everyday life.

Second, do you need money? My right hand is injured

who are you

ROXY:

Why are we laughing?

You have to be strong.

Prefers light skin, light skin and light eyes. CATS collects data for legal purposes.

This is a fun game for those who love luxury cars. What do you think is a good relationship? Can you control the robot? The amount of tax is not determined by law.

I know you can bake cakes and take care of your mom, but she's a real friend.

I am very proud.

DIRK:

English name:

Hello, do you like this game?

If you have any thoughts on this, let me know. We'll see each other one day

Read: Smart ninjas warn dangerous drivers. Don't miss this opportunity. I asked him about the situation in Palestine. Each has its advantages and disadvantages.

Destroy the killer robots! Correspondence and conversations with friends, but, I admit to the professor, nothing happened here.

At the same time

[star-girl69]

Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: thanks to google translate and my very limited knowledge of high school french for their help this chapter 😍 i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: blood, injury, swearing, kissing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Twelve - Amoureuse

Chapter Twelve - Amoureuse

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1996-

The séance was held in the attic. If you closed your eyes and breathed in deep, you could still smell the slight rot of a dead body.

“O’ keeper of this wild and hidden place…” Jackie dipped her finger into a bowl of something red, swirling it around. “We anoint ourselves with blood and earth.”

She draws an X on Shauna’s forehead, who has a piece of cloth wrapped around her face, and is holding the hunting knife by a string tied to it.

Jackie turns back around with a chipper smile, an X already drawn on her forehead.

“Here,” she says, handing it to Travis. He looks at the metal bowl, shooting her a look. “It’s just dirt and deer blood. Class witch recipe. Relax.”

He takes the bowl and marks a X to his forehead, before handing it to Natalie, who doesn’t even notice he’s handing it to her because she’s too busy staring at you.

You could feel her eyes on your back the entire walk back, and you can feel them on you now.

Jackie breathes out, sitting down, wiping her bloody finger onto the cabin floor. She raises her hands up, and Misty, who you’ve ended up next to, does as well.

The rest of the girls shuffle around with passing the bowl of blood, still besides.

“O spirit, we offer our sister as your instrument. Come to us and speak your peace.”

“It is I, Jacques,” Shauna says. A few of the girls laugh at her light monotone voice. She clears her throat. “Jacques,” she says, her voice deeper, earning more laughs. “Ask your questions. The pendulum will answer them.”

“Okay,” Van says, passing off the bowl of blood and clearing her throat, raising her hands out, palms to the sky. “Dear dead hunter guy… did O.J. do it?”

You and the other girls laugh, and you smile, grabbing the bowl of blood from Misty. You dip your finger in, looking at the bright red rippling.

“Come on, you guys, serious questions.”

“The veil is thin between our two worlds,” Shauna- or Jacques- confirms.

You tap your finger against the side of the bowl, watching the excess blood fly off, before lifting it back up to your forehead. Your eye’s meet Natalie’s.

You inhale and draw the X, handing the bowl off to the girl next to you.

“Ask what is in your heart,” Shauna says.

“Okay,” Mark says, holding her hands out and closing her eyes. “Is Principal Berzonsky screwing Ms. DeWine?”

The girls laugh before turning to Shauna and the pendulum. It spins in a circle, and a few of the girls gasp.

“It is certain,” Shauna smiles.

“Hunter guy, if we hadn’t crashed, would we have won Nationals?” Akilah asks.

The knife swings back in forth, and the girls start booing and laughing.

A few more questions go by, all making you laugh and forget about everything that happened earlier that day.

“They’re obviously fake,” Nat says. The conversation had steered towards Christie Caper’s boobs. “You really need a ghost to tell you that?”

“You think?” Mari asks, as Javi comes upstairs and sits between Nat and Travis. “But who would have paid for them? Her parents?”

“I think they got divorced recently. It could have been guilt money.”

“Well that’s just creepy,” Mari replies to Van.

A small smile crosses Van’s face. “‘Well, honey, your mom and I are splitting up but don’t worry, ‘cause your tits are gonna look amazing!’”

“Okay, guys, guys, focus,” Jackie says through the laughter. “Next question.”

Misty raises her hand, and Jackie motions for her to go. She looks around the circle excitedly, before closing her eyes.

“Dear spirit, I need to know the truth. Does the person I like like me back?” A few of the girls coo, and you can’t help but smile at her, trying not to look at Natalie.

The pendulum spins in a circle, and a few of the girls whoop and whistle, applauding Misty.

“Okay, next question?”

Javi raises his hand and Jackie nods.

“Are we all gonna die out here?”

The circle becomes silent.

The knife starts spinning.

“Okay, an eight?” Van asks, shuffling slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s not an eight, it’s an infinity,” Mari says.

“Yeah, okay, Aristotle.”

Lottie screeches at the top of her lungs. Everyone jumps back and the window swings open, the candles all going out, the attic turning dark. More screaming fills the cabin, and you realize one of the screams is yours.

“Who has the matches?” Jackie shouts.

Someone closes the window. Your back is nearly pressed against the wall, huddled into the corner.

A few of the girls crowd around Lottie while she pants and sobs.

“Guys, somethings really wrong with her,” Van says, holding onto Lottie’s shoulder, who lets out another scream.

“What’s happening?” someone shrieks.

“It wants… it wants…” Lottie cries.

“Misty, what do we do?” Van shouts.

“It wants!”

“Lottie, I swear to God, if you’re fucking with us-”

“I thinks she’s, like, possessed!” Akilah shouts back.

“Lottie. Lottie, Lottie, sweetie,” Shauna says. “What’s going on? What is ‘it’?”

“More like what does ‘it’ want?”

“Hungry,” she cries. “Hungry.”

She starts laughing cackling, a shiver rips across your spine, and you almost scream when someone places their hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N?” Natalie. “Are- are you okay-?”

“Shh,” Lottie says, grabbing onto Shauna. “It’s in you already.” Shauna bats her away and stands up.

“Lottie. This isn’t a game,” Tai says like she’s scolding her. But the more you look at her, the more you watch her, the more you think she’s not faking.

Lottie sits up straight.

She starts speaking in something that’s not English.

You grab Natalie’s hand, the one that’s still on your shoulder, and she squeezes, still looking with wide eyes at Lottie.

“Is that French?” someone asks, and you listen closer. “Since when does Lottie speak French?”

“Jackie, w-wasn’t she in your class?”

“Yeah, but she sucks at French!”

Lottie is speaking French. You let go of Natalie’s hand and take a step forward, trying to listen, even when Nat tugs on you and says your name.

“Well, what’s she saying?”

“I don’t know! I suck at French, too!”

“Damn it, Jackie, try not to!”

“Ça veut du sang,” Lottie keeps repeating, over and over.

“It wants blood,” you mutter to yourself, as Jackie tries in vain to translate Lottie’s hurried sentences, one after another, blending together.

“Uh, uh, it wants!” Jackie yells after a moment. “What? What does it want?”

“God, Jackie!” you shout, walking over to Lottie and crouching in front of her. “It wants blood! It wants blood! Have you never paid any attention to Madame?!”

“Blood?!” Jackie yells.

“Not the word I want to be hearing right now,” someone shouts.

“Lottie, what? What else? Uh- pourqoui, Lottie? Pourquoi veut-il du sang? Why does it want blood?!”

She stands up and turns around, facing that one lonely attic window, staring out into it.

“Ici,” she pants. “Ici, ici,”

“Here!” you shout, trying to work up the courage to go up to Lottie again. “She’s saying ‘here’!”

“There’s blood where, Lottie?” Van shouts, before tugging on your arm. “Translate that!”

“Fuck, uh, où y a-t-il du sang?”

“Why are you encouraging her, Van?” Tai shouts.

Lottie doesn’t answer.

“Blood here? Or out there?” Van shouts.

“Ici? Là-bas?” you shout. “Where, Lottie? Where?!”

“You must spill blood,” she whispers finally, and it’s not in French anymore. “Or else…”

“Or else what, Lottie?!”

Then, she throws her head back, rearing up, and plunges her head right through the glass of the window.

You scream. It’s all you can think to do this moment, but you’re not even thinking- it’s all you can do.

When Lottie turns back around, blood falls down her forehead, dripping past her nose. She raises her hand to the space in between her eyebrows, and looks at her fingers, which come away slick with blood.

She starts wailing.

The girls help her to the floor, and she just keeps wailing and wailing, screaming like banshee, and all you can do is stand there and try not to scream as well.

“The power of Christ compels you!” Laura Lee shouts, running past you with a Bible in her hands. “Begone, Satan! Lottie! Lottie, stop!”

Then, just when it seems like Lottie will just scream and wail forever, Laura Lee throws the Bible at her.

The wailing stops.

“Ow!” she shouts. “What the hell, Laura Lee?”

“Seriously?” Mari asks. “What the motherfuck just happened?”

All you can do is stand there, looking at the blood falling down Lottie’s face, the memory of her screams ringing around in your head.

—-

“Do we think it’s still up there?”

The subject of the seance and the attic had become taboo in the last hour. After cleaning Lottie’s wound and letting her go off to bed- everyone had tried to get to bed themselves. But all of you were thinking it. Akilah had just said it first.

“You all need to stop,” Taissa hissed, sitting up. “There’s nothing up there. Lottie’s been acting weird for weeks.”

A small snore came from the cot Lottie was sleeping on.

You can’t help but sit up as well. “I don’t mean to, like, freak anyone out but- I once overheard Lottie say she was close to failing French. I don’t- l don’t think she knows how to say what she said.”

Taissa cuts you a death glare. But the rest of the girls remain silent.

“Fine,” she spits, grabbing her blanket and pillow and standing up. “I’ll prove it.”

“You’re gonna sleep up there?” someone asks.

“That’s right. Who’s with me?”

You lay back down on your bed, listening to Laura Lee’s prayers.

“Fine. More room for me then,” Taissa says, and you listne to her footsteps going towards the attic, then up the ladder.

Laura Lee keeps praying.

Eventually, Shauna and Jackie start whispering, and Shauna ends up going to the attic as well.

You sigh, and try to go to bed, the fire dying down, the room becoming shrouded in darkness.

Someone taps your shoulder.

Your makeshift bed was still next to Natalie’s, a remnant of when you were just friends, and maybe if you weren’t so drained from the seance, you would have moved to another spot.

“Y/N.” You pretend you’re asleep, you can’t face her, not yet, not right now. She shakes you. “Turn around, please.”

You stay silent, trying to control your breathing, scared of everything that could happen.

She exhales. “I know you’re not asleep. C’mon.” She tugs on your arm, and unwillingly, you roll over, shifting so there’s still space between you, staring at her.

“What?” your voice doesn’t come out quite as firm as you want it to. You sound like a child trying to hide the fact they’re crying.

“Are you okay? After tonight? I mean, you were like right in front of her, being really smart and shit, but- still.”

Your shoulders relax, and you wish that they didn’t.

“‘M fine, yeah.”

She smiles lightly, awkwardly, and you feel bad that you’ve caused all this weirdness between the two of you.

“Hey, I- I know its fucked up, but, can we talk?”

“Natalie, I’m tired-”

She leans forward and brushes her lips against yours.

She closes her eyes, but you’re left shocked, your eyes wide open, your lips parted, hers pressed hard against yours, not even a kiss, like she just wants to say that she did it, check a box. She’s just pressing her lips to yours, and your stomach flips and turns because you love it.

She pulls back, and takes a breath, so you can feel it on your skin.

“Sorry. For that. I-I just didn’t know how to tell you-”

All you can do is stare at her.

You can hear sirens go off in your mind, screaming danger, danger at every turn. This could all crash and burn like everything else that’s happened in these past few weeks- but maybe Natalie is just a single speck of violence in a world full of it, and maybe having someone on your side, someone with you, is just want you need.

Just what you want.

Not just someone to protect you, to be with, but you want her.

You’ve spent so long in these woods denying it because you were scared of losing her, of losing your friendship- but after tonight? The worst has already happened to you. You didn’t choose it. You’ve already been plagued with violence and this time- you want to choose it. You want to choose her.

You choose her, and press your lips against hers, violence in a world of violence, and don’t pull away until you’ve completely sunk into her, into her ultraviolence.

Loving her is violence, but you’re choosing it, and this violence feels like love.

—-

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[kairunatic]

As promised Gyumao CQ in celebration of his Summon day

Let's get started

Again as usual Summaries it using Google Translate so if there's any missing let me know^^

OK, so we start with a narration about Gyumao back when he was in Flamming mountains He talks about how he used to be the rebellious gangster type. He was the eldest in a set of sworn brothers, and he defied everyone from the palace of the heavens. But eventually, he left that place and came to live in

But even after that dispute, he was no match to one of the heavenly army and one of them was his very own brother. So he was exiled away and was summoned to Tokyo

He doesn't know why he rebelled back then cause he just didn't wanna follow others and would rather stick to what he wanted

Back to the present We see MC going to an event that Gyumao company or organising its some sort of flea market. MC plan to sell some stuff that them and their guild members that aren't using to earn some money

And Gyumao Happily welcomes it. Xololt is also here and was task by Hakumen to help out with the event

[pastanest]

Danny x gn&British!reader

Danny Atlas x British Reader

- this man will act like he’s above finding an accent attractive until he meets you

- and then his cards are on the table pun intended

- bc he suddenly realizes that the dry British sense of humor massively appeals to him

- the first time you call him “smarmy” he all but fumbles his deck fr

- rarely asks you to translate your British slang and pretends to know exactly what you mean but the second you’re not looking he’s googling on his phone “what is a tosspot”

- LOVES the way your face scrunches up in absolute disgust when he repeats some British slang back to you but makes no effort to sound less American when he does

- particularly when using the word “banter” bc, as you so rightly put it, “there is no need to use such a hard r at the end of that word”

- LOVES listening to you retell stories that he’s told you or tales of funny things that happened to you together, in group settings with others bc the way you retell things with your additional British commentary has him struggling to hide an adoring smirk

- surprises you with random British things sometimes just to see how you’ll react

- bought you a mixed box of British sweets once and when you found parma violets in the bottom, you flipped your lid you decide whether that’s good or bad in this context but if you actually like sweets that taste like perfume…

- LOVES to take the piss out of the way you pronounce American things “wrong” despite the fact he is very well educated on the fact the language he speaks derives from yours, he just likes winding you up

- doesn’t understand the hype around fish and chips until you take him to a proper fish and chip shop and it’s like a religious experience for him

“I should move here. We should move here, I think. And we need to be within 5 miles of this exact fish and chip store.”

“Shop.”

“Yes, sorry, shop. I need to be able to walk here. At least once a week. Maybe more. I’ll book myself as an entertainer here and perhaps they’ll give me this stuff for free.”

“Danny-“

“If I earn enough money from shows here, I could even buy this exact fish and chip shop. And rehire everyone who already works here to ensure everything tastes exactly the same. Except under my name. Atlas Fish And Chips.”

“Danny, you can’t just-“

“J. Daniel Atlas, masterful illusionist and fish and chip shop owner. That’s history. I’m going to make it history.”

[wellsbering]

PSA

Right now, I'm getting a lot of asks about fundraisers. I am trying to find proof that each fundraiser has been vetted before I share it, so that way people will know it's real and will actually donate. If a fundraiser hasn't been vetted, I will try to do my own research, but I live in the United States and I do not know Arabic, which makes it difficult. The best I can do is look for other social media under the same name and see if the fundraiser is also linked there, or directly contact the person behind that account and ask if they are running the fundraiser. Even then, there's a chance that person's account was hacked, so it isn't foolproof. I have shared some fundraisers like that, but now I try to wait until they are confirmed to be real before I share them.

I'm trying to be extra careful for two reasons: first, people are more likely to donate to a fundraiser that has been verified by a trusted source (like 90-ghost, nabulsi, etc.). Second, there have been a lot of people flinging about accusations of "scam rings" lately, and I don't want to give those people any ammunition. But I still feel terrible not responding to people who have asked me for help.

For now, I'm working through each ask carefully to try to make sure that I am amplifying people in need and not redirecting money that SHOULD go toward them to a scammer taking advantage of this tragedy. Please note that the vast, VAST majority of asks I've received have turned out to be real fundraisers. The only fake ones were the "on my last pen" insulin messages that pre-date the current genocide in Gaza.

If you know for a fact that someone is lying, or directly impersonating a real person with a real fundraiser, please send me an ask so I will be more likely to see it (I can't check the reblogs on every single post, there are just too many). If you don't have a solid reasoning for accusing someone beyond "I think everyone asking for money on the Internet is a liar" though, just don't reblog the post. It's that simple.

Later today I'll compile a list of the people with vetted fundraisers who have contacted me, and I'll share them here as well as on my other social media. In the meantime, I have to sit here and do my boring 🤢job🤢 so that I actually earn money that I can give to people's fundraisers.

Also, when I get a lot of asks, I try to queue them so that they post all throughout the day. That way, they can reach people in other timezones who normally use tumblr while I'm at work or asleep. I have non-fundraiser posts queued as well so people know I'm a real person still blogging about my interests and not just a bot or something (and to space out the fundraiser links more, because if people just see a wall of 10 GoFundMes in a row they're more likely to ignore them).

To everyone who contacted me from Gaza: I am on your side. I want to do, and I will do, everything I can to help you. Even if it feels like the world is ignoring you, I will not, and there are many people around the world who will not ignore you either. I pray that you and your family and your friends will find safety, and live in peace. I pray you will be healthy and find happiness and good food and a comfortable home to live in. You deserve a much better life than what you are living right now, and I am so sorry that you are in this pain.

Translated to Arabic with Google translate, I hope this makes sense:

إلى كل من اتصل بي من غزة: أنا إلى جانبكم. أريد أن أفعل، وسأفعل، كل ما بوسعي لمساعدتك. حتى لو شعرت أن العالم يتجاهلك، فأنا لن أفعل ذلك، وهناك الكثير من الأشخاص حول العالم لن يتجاهلوك أيضًا. أدعو الله أن تجد أنت وعائلتك وأصدقاؤك الأمان، وأن تعيشوا في سلام. أدعو الله أن تكون بصحة جيدة وأن تجد السعادة والطعام الجيد ومنزلًا مريحًا لتعيش فيه. أنت تستحق حياة أفضل بكثير مما تعيشه الآن، وأنا آسف جدًا لأنك تعاني من هذا الألم.

[loominggaia]

¿Cómo eran los líderes mundiales en su juventud/niñez?

(Translated via Google Translate)

"What were world leaders like in their youth/childhood?"

Gultopp Folkvar: Even as a young child he had a serious, no-nonsense attitude. He was always highly determined to achieve his goals. When playing with other children, he made sure everyone played fair, and he would fight the kids who didn't. I think he enjoyed capture-the-flag type games that involved a lot of teamwork and strategy.

Marghan Matuzu: A wild little brat who learned he could get away with anything, because he was never told "no". Now as a teenager, he still fears no consequences for his actions. Daddy's money makes all his problems go away!

Chua Lamai: Chua's position as leader was decided before they even hatched, so they didn't get to have a normal childhood. They were raised in a temple by Serpentist priests. They played with other kids in their community sometimes (mostly the children of priests), but most of their time was spent with adults. So, I think Chua was unusually mature for their age and always fanatical about their faith.

Roz Yerim-Mor: Yerim-Mor Kingdom started deteriorating when Roz was young, and this greatly shaped who he was as a person. As a child, he already experienced much tragedy and strife as he watched the Divine of Hate tear his kingdom apart. He learned to be meek and subservient to his oppressors, and as a consequence he became a nervous child. Unlike the other Great Rulers, he was humbled at a young age and remains humble as an adult.

Qara Zareen: Qara was adopted by a wealthy couple when she was a baby. Her parents adopted many children to improve their image (they were celebrities), but didn't really care for them. So even though Qara grew up rich, she was starved for love and attention. As a child, she was always acting out and behaving outrageously to get the attention she craved. She liked to wear crazy outfits and always talked very loud.

Indiga Evangeline: Indiga was raised in a high-class, traditional Evangelite household. She was under a lot of pressure to behave in a very specific way, and she had little say in anything that happened to her. She was just shuffled around by the males in her life because she lived in a very patriarchal culture. She was a quiet and obedient child, but I think she had a secret rebellious facet to her as well. If the theories are true, if she really did kill her husband, then that could be a manifestation of her sneaky ways and her frustration with the patriarchy around her.

Oberon Mogdir: Oberon was a charmer from day one. He loved flattery and positive attention, always aiming to please...especially those who held positions of power above him. As a child he was definitely a suck-up or teacher's pet, because he knew that the adults in his life had the most power. If he stayed on their good side then he could earn some of that power himself. He kissed ass his whole life until he made it to the very top of his kingdom, and now finally, everyone's kissing HIS ass!

Hethor Etios: Hethor is infamous for her tough, brash attitude. She was no different in her youth, always throwing her weight around to get what she wanted. She compromised for nothing, it was her way or no way. She was never afraid to start throwing fists with anyone that pissed her off...and that's still true today.

Serafeen of Damijana: Like Chua, Serafeen's fate as leader was decided before her birth. But Serafeen's childhood was even more restricted than Chua's, to the point that she was never allowed to interact with the common people at all. She was elevated as some sort of demigod, told she was a special being made from stardust, so it was improper for her to interact with the dirty peasants. In her childhood, there was no time for playing because her schedule was crammed with education and extracurriculars all day, every day. She was raised to be an elite person with advanced intelligence and physical acuity. But the lack of love left her emotionally stunted, and some would say sociopathic. As a child she appeared to have no emotions, as she was punished for displaying them. She was taught to appear calm and flat at all times.

Titania of the Seelie: Her childhood was so long ago, she doesn't even remember her mortal life...I think the centuries of drug abuse, extreme depression, and apathy contributed to her memory loss.

Morgause of the Unseelie: Drau have a reputation for being a bit cold and creepy, but Morgause was took this to another level, even at a young age. She was fascinated by death, and she expressed this fascination by killing small animals and playing in the cemetery. She liked to find bodies and practice necromancy on them, but also just played with the bodies in general, learning how they decayed and studying their anatomy. Even for a drau child, she was considered weird. It's no wonder she grew up to be Titania's finest knight, as she excelled at necromancy and killed people with no hesitation or remorse.

Sovereign of Aquaria: Sovereign displayed aggressive tendencies towards his brother, Mr. Ocean, as far back as infancy. Mr. Ocean was born with some kind of health issue, and as a result he got more attention from their parents. Sovereign couldn't stand this! He always worked hard to get his parents' approval, going overboard to show how superior he was to his "defective" brother. Sovereign was a high achiever, a genius, a great athlete, an overall child prodigy. He wanted to be seen as a glorious hero when he grew up, but it seemed to no matter what he did, it was never enough. He performed righteous deeds for his community and excelled at just about everything he did as a child. But his resentment only grew, because Mr. Ocean was failing at everything in life, yet still getting all this extra attention despite being a total loser. This really pissed Sovereign off, so when their parents died, he held nothing back and made his brother's life a living hell. It seems he never let go of his childhood inferiority complex, even in adulthood.

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[realiv0]

(Google translated)

“This year, St. Nicholas Day is special. Not because he was overshadowed by the war, but because we are all sure: good has incredible power and wins, and the belief that no evil can stand is very strong. Our children ask St. Nicholas for peace and victory for Ukraine, and all of us in times of war create miracles for each other. We support and help, warming the hearts of others with good deeds and filling our own with warmth.

This is a gift from 14-year-old Henriikka from Finland. After the full-scale war began, she decided to help our people in any way she could. Therefore, she started knitting warm woolen socks with her own hands, selling them and donating the earned money to support Ukraine. At the request of the girl, one of these pairs reached me. Thanks to Henrikki and her grandfather Antti Puyola!

Each such story inspires and gives strength to move on. Especially on a day like today. Believe in your dreams and the dreams of others, in goodness, peace, love, justice, that they will surely win. And therefore, Ukraine will also win.”

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[everythingisarabbithole]

Hey never feel that art is a useless skill. It's what makes us human! Cave art, pottery, poetry, cuisine, theater, all sorts of art fill the history of the world from the very beginning of humanity. It's more than a product or a commodity. It's the very expression of our soul.

aw thank you anon!

yes! it’s very lovely to know you see it that way, because I do too. or, I hope I do. I think I do. I try to still see it that way, despite everything.

it's more than a product or commodity

I like that you say that. because so often people seem to think about money first. they ask what they can get out of doing something, and the rewards they're looking for are usually of such currency. it really is nice to not think about it sometimes. so many people tell me I should sell stuff and do commissions, and the way it's proposed isn't along the lines of "I like your work and want to buy it", it's more like, "that's a cool skill you have, so how are you going to use it to earn money?" which is kinda sad, you know? like why is that the first thing people think of

it's the very expression of our soul

I like that too! it reminds me of one that I drew a few years ago that sort of nearly got me a job but I guess didn't because I'm not the best at lots of other things like talking to real live humans that I titled... I think the best translation would be for the love of drawing. because I was really just doodling whatever came to mind when I thought about how fun it was. does that make sense? hm. even if it doesn't, I suppose you can go and do that yourself. like get a piece of paper or a blank document or whatever you draw in (alright now I'm thinking of those instagram reels a friend keeps sending me. someone needs to explain to me why in the world people are turning it into a competition to see who can use the most utility-lacking software to draw. like on an instagram story. or in google drawings. you've seen those? I don't trust instagram not to shut down when I draw stuff there.) and you don't need a plan, just draw the feeling of your favourite thing

okay I think I'm making less sense. And I'm rambling.

anon, I actually don't know who you are. which is rare, by the way. but whoever it is, you deserve a floaty heart

[pollonegro666]

2023/04/30 Llegamos a la playa donde hay un cementerio de anclas. Rinden homenaje a los pescadores que se ganaban la vida con la pesca del atún y que, con la reducción drástica de la población de peces, tuvieron que dejar su trabajo y su hogar en este lugar para dedicarse a otra actividad y ganar dinero para mantener a sus familias.

We arrive at the beach where there is an anchor cemetery. They pay homage to the fishermen who made their living from tuna fishing and who, with the drastic reduction in the fish population, had to leave their work and home in this place to dedicate themselves to another activity and earn money to support their your families.

Google Translation into French: Nous arrivons à la plage où se trouve un cimetière d'ancres. Ils rendent hommage aux pêcheurs qui vivaient de la pêche au thon et qui, avec la réduction drastique de la population piscicole, ont dû quitter leur travail et leur domicile en ce lieu pour se consacrer à une autre activité et gagner de l'argent pour subvenir aux besoins de leurs familles.

Google translation into Italian: Arriviamo alla spiaggia dove c'è un cimitero di ancore. Rendono omaggio ai pescatori che vivevano della pesca del tonno e che, con la drastica riduzione della popolazione ittica, hanno dovuto lasciare il loro lavoro e la loro casa in questo luogo per dedicarsi ad un'altra attività e guadagnare soldi per sostenere i bisogni della loro famiglie.

Google Translation into Portuguese: Chegamos à praia onde existe um cemitério de âncoras. Prestam homenagem aos pescadores que viviam da pesca do atum e que, com a drástica redução da população piscícola, tiveram de deixar o seu trabalho e a sua casa neste local para se dedicarem a outra actividade e ganharem dinheiro para o sustento dos seus famílias.

Google Translation into German: Wir kommen am Strand an, wo sich ein Ankerfriedhof befindet. Sie würdigen die Fischer, die vom Thunfischfang lebten und mit dem drastischen Rückgang des Fischbestands ihre Arbeit und ihr Zuhause an diesem Ort verlassen mussten, um sich einer anderen Tätigkeit zu widmen und Geld zu verdienen, um den Bedarf ihrer Bevölkerung zu decken Familien.

Google Translation into Albanisch: Mbërrijmë në plazh ku ka një varrezë spiranca. Ata nderojnë peshkatarët që siguruan jetesën nga peshkimi i tonit dhe me rënien drastike të stokut të peshkut, iu desh të linin punën dhe shtëpinë në këtë vend për të ndjekur një tjetër aktivitet dhe për të fituar para për të plotësuar nevojat e familjeve të tyre.

Google Translation into Armenian: Մենք հասնում ենք լողափ, որտեղ կա խարիսխի գերեզմանոց: Նրանք հարգանքի տուրք են մատուցում ձկնորսներին, ովքեր իրենց ապրուստը վաստակում էին թունա ձկնորսությունից և ձկան պաշարների կտրուկ նվազմամբ ստիպված եղան թողնել իրենց աշխատանքն ու տունն այս վայրում՝ այլ գործունեություն ծավալելու և գումար վաստակելու՝ իրենց ընտանիքների կարիքները հոգալու համար:

Google Translation into Bulgarian: Пристигаме на плажа, където има гробище за котва. Те отдават почит на рибарите, които са изкарвали прехраната си от риболов на риба тон и поради драстичния спад на рибните запаси е трябвало да напуснат работата и дома си на това място, за да се занимават с друга дейност и да печелят пари, за да посрещнат нуждите на семействата си.

Google Translation into Czech: Přijíždíme na pláž, kde je hřbitov s kotvami. Vzdávají hold rybářům, kteří se živili lovem tuňáků a při drastickém poklesu rybí obsádky museli na tomto místě opustit práci i domov, aby se mohli věnovat jiné činnosti a vydělávat peníze na potřeby svých rodin.

Google Translation into Croatian: Dolazimo do plaže gdje se nalazi groblje sidra. Odaju počast ribarima koji su živjeli od tunolova, a drastičnim padom ribljeg fonda morali napustiti posao i dom u ovom mjestu kako bi se bavili drugom djelatnošću i zarađivali za potrebe obitelji.

Google Translation into Danish Vi ankommer til stranden, hvor der er en ankerkirkegård. De hylder de fiskere, der levede af tunfiskeriet, og som med den drastiske nedgang i fiskebestanden måtte forlade deres arbejde og hjem på dette sted for at dyrke en anden aktivitet og tjene penge til at opfylde deres familiers behov.

Google Translation into Slovak: Prichádzame na pláž, kde je cintorín s kotvami. Vzdávajú hold rybárom, ktorí sa živili lovom tuniakov a pri drastickom poklese rybej obsádky museli na tomto mieste opustiť prácu a domov, aby sa mohli venovať inej činnosti a zarábať peniaze na uspokojenie potrieb svojich rodín.

Google Translation into Slovenian: Prispemo do plaže, kjer je pokopališče sider. Poklanjajo se ribičem, ki so se preživljali z lovom na tune in so ob drastičnem upadu ribjega staleža morali pustiti delo in dom v tem kraju ter se posvetiti drugi dejavnosti in služiti denar za potrebe svojih družin.

Google Translation into Estonian: Jõuame randa, kus asub ankrukalmistu. Nad avaldavad austust kaluritele, kes elatusid tuunikalapüügist ja pidid kalavarude järsu vähenemise tõttu oma töö ja kodu siia jätma, et tegeleda muu tegevusega ja teenida raha oma pere vajaduste rahuldamiseks.

Google Translation into Suomi: Saavumme rannalle, jossa on ankkurihautausmaa. He osoittavat kunnioitusta kalastajille, jotka saivat elantonsa tonnikalan kalastuksesta ja joutuivat jättämään työnsä ja kotinsa tähän paikkaan harjoittaakseen muuta toimintaa ja ansaitakseen rahaa perheensä tarpeisiin.

Google Translation into Georgian: მივდივართ სანაპიროზე, სადაც არის წამყვანის სასაფლაო. ისინი პატივს სცემენ მეთევზეებს, რომლებიც ტუნის თევზაობით ირჩენდნენ თავს და თევზის მარაგის მკვეთრი კლების გამო, იძულებულნი გახდნენ დაეტოვებინათ სამუშაო და სახლი ამ ადგილას, რათა სხვა საქმიანობა გაეგრძელებინა და ფული ეშოვათ ოჯახების საჭიროებების დასაკმაყოფილებლად.

Google Translation into Greek: Φτάνουμε στην παραλία όπου υπάρχει ένα νεκροταφείο άγκυρας. Αποτίουν φόρο τιμής στους ψαράδες που έβγαζαν τα προς το ζην από το ψάρεμα τόνου και, με τη δραστική μείωση του ιχθυαποθέματος, αναγκάστηκαν να αφήσουν τη δουλειά και το σπίτι τους σε αυτό το μέρος για να ακολουθήσουν μια άλλη δραστηριότητα και να κερδίσουν χρήματα για να καλύψουν τις ανάγκες των οικογενειών τους.

Google Translation into Dutch: We komen aan op het strand waar een ankerkerkhof is. Ze brengen hulde aan de vissers die leefden van de tonijnvisserij en, met de drastische achteruitgang van de visstand, hun werk en huis op deze plek moesten verlaten om een ​​andere activiteit uit te oefenen en geld te verdienen om in de behoeften van hun families te voorzien.

Google Translation into Norwegian: Vi kommer til stranden hvor det er en ankergravplass. De hyller fiskerne som levde av tunfiskfiske og, med den drastiske nedgangen i fiskebestanden, måtte forlate jobben og hjemmet på dette stedet for å drive med en annen aktivitet og tjene penger for å dekke familiens behov.

Google Translation into Polish: Docieramy na plażę, na której znajduje się cmentarzysko kotwic. Oddają hołd rybakom, którzy utrzymywali się z połowów tuńczyka iw obliczu drastycznego spadku zasobów ryb musieli porzucić pracę i dom w tym miejscu, aby zająć się inną działalnością i zarabiać na potrzeby swoich rodzin.

Google Translation into Romanian: Ajungem la plaja unde se afla un cimitir de ancore. Ei aduc un omagiu pescarilor care au trăit din pescuitul tonului și, odată cu scăderea drastică a stocului de pește, au fost nevoiți să-și părăsească locul de muncă și locuința din acest loc pentru a desfășura o altă activitate și a câștiga bani pentru a satisface nevoile familiilor lor.

Google Translation into Russian: Приходим на пляж, где находится кладбище якорей. Они отдают дань уважения рыбакам, которые зарабатывали на жизнь ловлей тунца и в связи с резким сокращением поголовья рыбы были вынуждены оставить работу и дом в этом месте, чтобы заняться другим делом и зарабатывать деньги для удовлетворения потребностей своих семей.

Google Translation into Serbian: Долазимо до плаже где се налази сидрено гробље. Они одају почаст рибарима који су живели од риболова туне и због драстичног смањења рибљег фонда морали да напусте посао и дом у овом месту да би се бавили другом делатношћу и зарадили за потребе својиһ породица.

Google Translation into Swedish: Vi kommer fram till stranden där det finns en ankarkyrkogård. De hyllar de fiskare som försörjde sig på tonfiskfiske och, med den drastiska nedgången i fiskbeståndet, var tvungna att lämna sitt arbete och sitt hem på denna plats för att utöva en annan aktivitet och tjäna pengar för att möta sina familjers behov.

Google Translation into Turkish: Çapa mezarlığının olduğu sahile varıyoruz. Geçimini ton balığı avcılığından sağlayan ve balık stokundaki büyük düşüşle birlikte buralarda iş ve evlerini bırakıp başka bir faaliyette bulunmak ve ailelerinin ihtiyaçlarını karşılamak için para kazanmak zorunda kalan balıkçılara haraç ödüyorlar.

Google Translation into Ukrainian: Приходимо на пляж, де є якірне кладовище. Вони віддають данину пам’яті рибалкам, які заробляли на життя виловом тунця і через різке скорочення рибних запасів змушені були залишити свою роботу та дім у цьому місці, щоб зайнятися іншою діяльністю та заробляти гроші для задоволення потреб своїх сімей.

Google Translation into Arabic: وصلنا إلى الشاطئ حيث توجد مقبرة مرساة. إنهم يشيدون بالصيادين الذين يكسبون عيشهم من صيد سمك التونة ، ومع الانخفاض الحاد في مخزون الأسماك ، اضطروا إلى ترك عملهم ومنزلهم في هذا المكان لمتابعة نشاط آخر وكسب المال لتلبية احتياجات أسرهم.

Google Translation into Bengali: আমরা সমুদ্র সৈকতে পৌঁছেছি যেখানে একটি নোঙ্গর কবরস্থান রয়েছে। তারা সেই জেলেদের প্রতি শ্রদ্ধা জানায় যারা টুনা মাছ ধরার মাধ্যমে জীবিকা নির্বাহ করে এবং মাছের মজুদের তীব্র হ্রাসের সাথে সাথে তাদের কাজ এবং বাড়ি ছেড়ে অন্য একটি কার্যকলাপের জন্য এবং তাদের পরিবারের চাহিদা মেটাতে অর্থ উপার্জন করতে হয়েছিল।

Google Translation into Simplified Chinese: 我们到达有锚墓地的海滩。 他们向以捕捞金枪鱼为生的渔民表示敬意，随着鱼类数量的急剧下降，他们不得不离开这里的工作和家园，从事其他活动，赚钱养家糊口。

Google Translation into Korean: 닻 묘지가 있는 해변에 도착합니다. 그들은 참치잡이로 생계를 꾸려온 어부들에게 경의를 표하며, 어종이 급격히 감소하면서 다른 활동을 추구하고 가족의 필요를 충족시키기 위해 돈을 벌기 위해 이곳에서 직장과 집을 떠나야 했습니다.

Google Translation into Hebrew: אנחנו מגיעים לחוף בו יש בית קברות עוגן. הם חולקים כבוד לדייגים שהתפרנסו מדיג טונה, ועם הירידה הדרסטית במלאי הדגים, נאלצו לעזוב את עבודתם ואת ביתם במקום הזה כדי לעסוק בפעילות אחרת ולהרוויח כסף כדי לספק את צורכי משפחותיהם.

Google Translation into Hindi: हम समुद्र तट पर पहुँचे जहाँ एक लंगर कब्रिस्तान है। वे उन मछुआरों को श्रद्धांजलि अर्पित करते हैं, जिन्होंने टूना मछली पकड़ने से ��ीविकोपार्जन किया और मछली स्टॉक में भारी गिरावट के साथ, एक और गतिविधि करने और अपने परिवारों की जरूरतों को पूरा करने के लिए पैसा कमाने के लिए इस जगह पर अपना काम और घर छोड़ना पड़ा।

Google Translation into Indonesian: Kami tiba di pantai di mana terdapat kuburan jangkar. Mereka berbakti kepada para nelayan yang bermatapencaharian dari menangkap ikan tuna dan dengan penurunan stok ikan yang drastis, harus meninggalkan pekerjaan dan rumahnya di tempat ini untuk menekuni kegiatan lain dan mencari uang untuk memenuhi kebutuhan keluarganya.

Google Translation into Japanese: アンカーの墓場がある海岸に到着。 彼らは、マグロ漁で生計を立てていた漁師たちに敬意を表しています。魚資源の激減により、この場所で職場と自宅を離れて別の活動に取り組み、家族のニーズを満たすためにお金を稼がなければならなかったのです。

Google Translation into Kyrgyz: Биз казык көрүстөн бар пляжга келдик. Алар тунец балык уулоо менен жан баккан балыкчыларга таазим кылышат жана балык запасы кескин азайгандыктан, бул жерде жумушун жана үйүн таштап, башка иш менен алектенип, үй-бүлөлөрүнүн муктаждыктарын канааттандыруу үчүн акча табууга аргасыз болгон.

Google Translation into Malay: Kami tiba di pantai yang terdapat kuburan sauh. Mereka memberi penghormatan kepada nelayan yang mencari nafkah daripada menangkap ikan tuna dan, dengan penurunan drastik dalam stok ikan, terpaksa meninggalkan tempat kerja dan rumah di tempat ini untuk meneruskan aktiviti lain dan mendapatkan wang untuk memenuhi keperluan keluarga mereka.

Google Translation into Mongolian: Бид зангуу оршуулгын газар байдаг далайн эрэг дээр ирлээ. Тэд туна загас агнуураар амьдралаа залгуулж, загасны нөөц эрс багассан тул энд ажил, гэр орноо орхин өөр ажил хийж, гэр бүлийнхээ хэрэгцээг хангахын тулд мөнгө олох болсон загасчдад хүндэтгэл үзүүлдэг.

Google Translation into Nepali: हामी समुद्र तटमा आइपुग्छौं जहाँ लंगर चिहान छ। टुना माछा मारेर जीविकोपार्जन गर्ने र माछाको भण्डारमा भारी गिरावट आएपछि आफ्नो काम र घर छोडेर अर्को काममा लाग्न र आफ्नो परिवारको आवश्यकता पूरा गर्न पैसा कमाउन यो ठाउँमा गएर उनीहरूलाई श्रद्धाञ्जली अर्पण गर्छन्।

Google Translation into Panjabi: ਅਸੀਂ ਬੀਚ 'ਤੇ ਪਹੁੰਚਦੇ ਹਾਂ ਜਿੱਥੇ ਲੰਗਰ ਵਾਲਾ ਕਬਰਿਸਤਾਨ ਹੈ। ਉਹ ਮਛੇਰਿਆਂ ਨੂੰ ਸ਼ਰਧਾਂਜਲੀ ਦਿੰਦੇ ਹਨ ਜਿਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਨੇ ਟੂਨਾ ਮੱਛੀ ਫੜਨ ਤੋਂ ਗੁਜ਼ਾਰਾ ਕੀਤਾ ਅਤੇ ਮੱਛੀ ਦੇ ਭੰਡਾਰ ਵਿੱਚ ਭਾਰੀ ਗਿਰਾਵਟ ਦੇ ਨਾਲ, ਇੱਕ ਹੋਰ ਗਤੀਵਿਧੀ ਨੂੰ ਅੱਗੇ ਵਧਾਉਣ ਅਤੇ ਆਪਣੇ ਪਰਿਵਾਰਾਂ ਦੀਆਂ ਲੋੜਾਂ ਪੂਰੀਆਂ ਕਰਨ ਲਈ ਪੈਸਾ ਕਮਾਉਣ ਲਈ ਇਸ ਜਗ੍ਹਾ ਆਪਣਾ ਕੰਮ ਅਤੇ ਘਰ ਛੱਡਣਾ ਪਿਆ।

Google Translation into Pashtun: موږ ساحل ته ورسیدو چیرې چې د لنگر قبرستان شتون لري. دوی هغو ماهیانو ته درناوی کوي چې د تونا کب نیولو څخه ژوند کوي او د کب په ذخیره کې د سخت کمښت سره ، دې ته اړ شوي چې خپل کار او کور پریږدي ترڅو بل فعالیت تعقیب کړي او د خپلو کورنیو اړتیاو پوره کولو لپاره پیسې وګټي.

Google Translation into Persian: به ساحلی می رسیم که در آن یک قبرستان لنگر وجود دارد. آنها از صیادانی که از طریق صید ماهی تن امرار معاش می کردند و با کاهش شدید ذخایر ماهی، مجبور به ترک کار و خانه خود در این مکان شدند تا به فعالیت دیگری بروند و برای تامین نیاز خانواده خود کسب درآمد کنند، تجلیل می کنند.

Google Translation into Sundanese: Kami dugi ka pantai dimana aya kuburan jangkar. Aranjeunna masihan upeti ka pamayang anu hirup tina mancing tuna sareng, kalayan turunna drastis dina stok lauk, kedah ngantunkeun padamelan sareng bumi di tempat ieu pikeun ngalaksanakeun kagiatan sanés sareng milarian artos pikeun nyumponan kabutuhan kulawargana.

Google Translation into Tagalog: Nakarating kami sa dalampasigan kung saan may anchor graveyard. Nagbibigay-pugay sila sa mga mangingisda na ikinabubuhay mula sa pangingisda ng tuna at, sa matinding pagbaba ng stock ng isda, kinailangan nilang iwan ang kanilang trabaho at tahanan sa lugar na ito upang ituloy ang isa pang aktibidad at kumita ng pera upang matugunan ang mga pangangailangan ng kanilang mga pamilya.

Google Translation into Thai: เรามาถึงหาดที่มีสุสานสมอเรือ พวกเขาแสดงความเคารพต่อชาวประมงที่เลี้ยงชีพด้วยการจับปลาทูน่า และด้วยปริมาณปลาที่ลดลงอย่างมาก พวกเขาจึงต้องทิ้งงานและบ้านของพวกเขาในที่แห่งนี้เพื่อทำกิจกรรมอื่นและหารายได้เพื่อตอบสนองความต้องการของครอบครัว

Google Translation into Urdu: ہم ساحل سمندر پر پہنچتے ہیں جہاں ایک لنگر والا قبرستان ہے۔ وہ ان ماہی گیروں کو خراج تحسین پیش کرتے ہیں جنہوں نے ٹونا ماہی گیری سے روزی کمائی اور، مچھلی کے ذخیرے میں زبردست کمی کے ساتھ، انہیں اپنا کام اور گھر چھوڑ کر اس جگہ پر ایک اور کام کرنے اور اپنے خاندانوں کی ضروریات پوری کرنے کے لیے پیسہ کمانا پڑا۔

Google Translation into Uzbek: Biz langar qabristoni joylashgan plyajga yetib boramiz. Ular orkinos baliq ovlash orqali tirikchilik qilayotgan va baliq zaxirasi keskin kamayib ketganligi sababli, bu yerda ish va uyini tashlab, boshqa faoliyat bilan shug'ullanishga va oilalarining ehtiyojlarini qondirish uchun pul topishga majbur bo'lgan baliqchilarni hurmat qilishadi.

Google Translation into Vietnamese: Chúng tôi đến bãi biển nơi có một nghĩa địa neo đậu. Họ bày tỏ lòng kính trọng đối với những ngư dân kiếm sống bằng nghề đánh bắt cá ngừ và trước sự sụt giảm nghiêm trọng của trữ lượng cá, họ phải rời bỏ công việc và quê hương ở nơi này để theo đuổi một hoạt động khác và kiếm tiền để đáp ứng nhu cầu của gia đình họ.

[darks-lair]

Hello. It's (almost) the end of the year, and, like many people, I would like to make a recap of things that happened.

This year... wasn't great. One of the worst years of my life so far. I had to seek refuge from war because some crazy land neighbours decided that instead of developing their own culture, it's better to commit genocide of another culture... for the billionth time.

It's not easy falling asleep, knowing that roughly 140 million people wish me dead based only on my nationality. But even more uneasy falling asleep, knowing all the horrors happening in occupied areas. Knowing, that russians have no valuable goal, coming here to steal washing machines, microwaves, other tech, and to rape women and children.

It sickens me to the bone, seeing how, knowing all of this, some people still see Ukrainians and Russians as "brothers that quarrel all the time", while russians always tried to destroy our culture and language, and do it again now. (Take Executed Renaissance, one of the brightest examples of that– https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Executed_Renaissance (page in English); https://uk.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D0%A0%D0%BE%D0%B7%D1%81%D1%82%D1%80%D1%96%D0%BB%D1%8F%D0%BD%D0%B5_%D0%B2%D1%96%D0%B4%D1%80%D0%BE%D0%B4%D0%B6%D0%B5%D0%BD%D0%BD%D1%8F (page in Ukrainian in case you're feeling like Google translating it, because there is SO much more information))

My grandma was a victim of one of many holodomors (голод+мор from Ukrainian hunger+death, death by hunger).

Things they did were horrifying.

It angers me incredibly, seeing how some artists still think it's perfectly fine, adding russian language/translation/characters to their content. I just want to ask "who are you making this for and why? Do you know what most of russians do now?"

Just so we're clear, I give everyone I see a chance. I've seen russians that were absolutely horrified and strongly disagree with what their government does: a russian helped us here with giving some stuff for my younger sister, which I am very grateful for. I've seen russians who learn Ukrainian to watch content that is made in Ukrainian. I've seen russians who strike and destroy valuable offices. People who really wish for a change and do something to make it happen. Because just wishing for a change and doing nothing is supporting the horrible actions. I don't earn much money, but when i do, i donate half of it to the Ukrainian army. I wish for a change, and I do something to make it happen.

If you want to help, I personally donate here=> https://savelife.in.ua/en/donate-en/#donate-army-card-monthly

If you don't have the ability to help monetarily, then simply spreading the word is also great help. Even if you don't have a ton of followers, a share pushes posts with valuable info up in the algorithm.

If you have a question "you already told us about this, why don't you shut up already!?"

I will not shut up until the war stops.

It chased me out of my home, into the environment where people think it's fun to mock someone who just lost almost everything they ever had (globally speaking, in my town's schools Ukrainian children are being mocked on the daily, and that's only the info i got in my town, i have no idea what's happening in other towns and lands). And we're the ones who are having it easy. We kept our limbs and lives. Many people, many children, were not that lucky.

And it is the most horrifying thing i have ever witnessed, and will witness in my life.

I really hope your year was much better that mine.

Stay safe