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[jesse-pinko]

I’m so frustrated rn I want to bite someone so bad I hated college okay but I spent four years in a town I hated where I had one friend putting my personal life on hold working towards a degree in a major that I hated bc I was pressured and tbh I pressured myself to stick it out then I spent a year, a full year, living w my parents while our family was falling apart trying to get an entry level job and being told essentially (and once, literally) that I was a silly little girl trying to get a job that actually pays me right out of college even though I had already done several internships while in college but apparently four years of experience are required for getting a job that is supposed to give you four years of experience and the four years I spent learning the trade don’t fucking count so now I have a degree in PR with no experience and I have experience in animal care with no education so I can’t move up in either department and the only thing I’ll ever be qualified for is doggy daycare which is fun and all but pays me jackSHIT and I’m going to be scraping by and groveling to my parents for money forever and ever and everyone in my snooty middle class family is like weren’t you going to be a journalist? whenever they see me like having a minimum wage job is as good as having no job at all to them and they act like I didn’t try! I tried so fucking hard and I wasted so much of my life trying when I shouldn’t have been fucking bothered

[reissancesstuff]

“Your Daddy is Looking for You.”

Genre: Fluff, Humorous, Established Relationship

The mall was packed.

Weekend crowds buzzed around you—families, couples, groups of teens—everyone jostling past with shopping bags and bubble tea in hand.

But none of it mattered, not when Satoru’s fingers were laced with yours, refusing to let go even when you had to awkwardly sidestep a stroller or squeeze between mannequins.

He looked ridiculous, really.

A tall man in a black hoodie and sunglasses indoors, strutting through the mall with your tiny sling bag slung across his body like he was the fashion icon.

“Hey, don’t roll your eyes,” he said earlier, tightening his grip on your hand. “You made me carry your bag. I have to look cool while doing it.”

You snorted. “You insisted.”

“Because I’m a gentleman.”

Right. A gentleman who kept pausing at every food stall you passed.

Which brings you to now—standing in front of a takoyaki booth offering free samples.

You watched him lean eagerly over the counter, eyes lighting up like a kid as the vendor held out a toothpick. He let go of your hand to reach for it, turning around, grinning.

“Babe, you have to try this—”

But you weren’t there.

“...Huh?”

Satoru blinked, holding the toothpick mid-air. His head whipped around.

You were gone.

The crowd was too thick. No sign of you. He tried scanning above people’s heads (perks of being tall), but still, nothing.

“Y/N?” he called softly, worry starting to rise. He patted his side—and oh.

Your sling bag.

Your phone.

Was still with him.

“Shit,” he muttered, slinging it more securely over his shoulder. “Okay, okay. Think, Satoru. You’re the strongest sorcerer alive. This is just a mall.”

Then his eyes caught a cosmetics store across the way, where a saleslady was standing behind a mic’d counter doing a promo demonstration.

An idea struck.

He strode over quickly, flashing his most charming smile. “Excuse me, can I request something?”

The lady paused, eyeing his strange ensemble, but nodded politely. “Yes, sir. What is it?”

“My baby’s missing,” he said, completely serious. “The mall’s too crowded. Can you help me call her here?”

“Oh, of course,” she nodded, voice sweet through the microphone. “What’s your baby’s name?”

“Y/N,” Satoru said, smiling proudly.

The lady grinned and pressed the mic button. “Baby Y/N, your daddy is looking for you. Please come to the Shimmer & Rouge counter near the east escalator.”

Some giggles rippled through the nearby crowd.

Satoru just stood there, unbothered, one hand in his pocket and your pink bag on his hip like it belonged to him.

“Baby Y/N,” the lady repeated once more. “Your daddy is waiting for you~.”

And then—he saw you.

Storming through the crowd, face half-covered by your hand in utter horror.

“Hey, baby!” Satoru grinned, waving like you were ten feet away instead of three. “Over here!”

When you reached him, you kicked his knee—not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to make him groan dramatically and clutch at his leg.

“Why would you say you’re my daddy?!” you whisper-yelled, eyes darting at the amused saleslady and the crowd now watching.

He laughed, completely shameless. “What? I am your daddy. Emotionally. Financially. Spiritually.”

You yanked his sleeve, dragging him toward the exit before he could say anything else that might kill you on the spot.

“I swear to God, Satoru—”

“You came when I called, though,” he teased, bumping his shoulder into yours.

You gave him a sharp look, lips twitching despite your embarrassment. “Only because I heard my name!”

“Exactly. Like magic.” He winked. “You’re so obedient, baby.”

You stopped walking, turning just enough to glare at him.

He was laughing again.

And somehow, despite all of it—the crowd, the chaos, the public humiliation—you were laughing too.

Damn him and his stupid charm.

And his very loud declarations of love.

[kurgy]

hi, im sorry for remaking this post i need to for several reasons at this point, and its a little longer than usual, sorry. but with the social security cuts/mass firings, payment schedules becoming inconsistent right before my eyes, and my tax rebate is still in limbo, im really really not doing well financially, and my additional income options have greatly dwindled, and i genuinely just dont know what else to do anymore, im at a loss

once i finish my remaining comms, i regrettably cannot take on more due to serious health complications. i have always had some health problems and developed a kind of chronic gi issue in my teens that manifested as frequent stomach and abdomen pain/discomfort, acid reflux, stomach ulcers, some other gi issues, and a near constant feeling of intense nausea, which 90% the time forces me onto my bathroom floor for a while, close enough to make it to the toilet when i need to hurl again, which i do on/off every day for at least and hour, multiple times. after a decade of this, it has wrecked my digestive system and practically ruined my teeth, and most recently i suffered what i thought was a flare up that has now lasted well over week, and has since become my new normal, which is seriously fucking me up and impeding my ability to just live so much worse than it ever has before.

my ability to work, do chores, leave my apartment, draw or write or read for leisure, move furniture i was supposed to move weeks ago, or do any patreon work has come to a screeching halt. and every time now i have tried to just draw through it i start to feel seriously disoriented and sick, its not even a lack of focus, its sort of like brain fog. to the point my sight is just blurs and blobs and im confused and have to try and force myself to refocus only to see all the absolute nonsense random lines i was aimlessly makin on the canvas and then running to the batbroom nauseous as hell again.

so im just...overall very worried about finances rn as grocery prices get worse and the federal government that controls my paychecks is gutted with now noticeable effects. i weirdly havent gotten my paycheck yet, and my next $48 bill comes out in a few days. genuinely have no idea what is happening with my check. but i honestly am scared. severe health problems, elon musk trying to end social security payments, upcoming bills, either being bedridden in agony or slumped against the bathroom wall in agony, both keeping me from working, and then my check skipping pay day and no word yet on my rebate, im just really freaked out on how to pull this togther to pay bills, cover rent, and get my dogs food on top of renewing my support letters (not cheap) knowing so little

i dont know, any help would mean the world to me rn, i feel like the world is falling apart. id like to pay my last bill for the month, and i deeply, seriously appreciate any and all help as a disabled person in poverty

Paypal.me/kurgyy

venmo @ kurgy

cashapp $kurgyyy

[witherby]

how would the family and conner react to a rich douchey alpha trying to court omega mousey?

also LOVE the sickbed series!!!!

hope your doing well and eating and drinking enough!! 💜💜💜

-🐈‍⬛

Thank you!! I also hope you're doing well!!

How would the Batfamily + Conner react to a rich and douchey Alpha trying to court you?

Alpha!Bruce:

Money? He's posturing around and acting like a big, tough alpha because he has money? Bruce laughs this man out of your face. He wipes his ass with toilet paper that costs more than this guy's total net worth, and you are a Wayne. You don't need any fucking money, and for this guy to think he can win your heart like that is nothing but a total joke. You are more than financially provided for, and if this guy's whole personality is nothing but money then he can leave, immediately, forever.

Omega!Hal:

If he's around you the same time the Alpha is there, he's bitching about smell the whole time. I'm talking "god DAMN it's musky in here. Someone needs a bath. Pronto." He will not shut up about how bad the alpha pheromones stinkkkk. "The douchier the alpha, the worse he smells by the way." Especially if the Alpha is doing it on purpose.

Will offer him scent patches. Will offer him soap. Will eventually look him in the eye, uncaring if it incites a Challenge, and say "hey man, we get it. You smell interested. But I like breathing clean air and we're choking on your nasty posturing bullshit right now. Please relax. Or leave. Actually just leave."

Alpha!Dick:

Refuses to tolerate any douchebag posturing behavior. Entitlement? Just because his baby sibling is an Omega? Bye. See ya. Do not pass Go. Turn right around and fuck off. Nobody gets to rock up in Mouse's personal space and try to coerce them into a relationship just because of caste. What a shitty way to navigate through life. Oh, you're still here? Challenge accepted, prepare to get your shit rocked.

Omega!Jason:

He's throwing hands. Sorry, he doesn't have the patience to bitch the guy away or even have a conversation; he's just putting his hands up and throwing two to the dome. Fuck outta here, for real.

Beta!Tim:

"Oh, Mouse watch out, this guy's got 30 thousand dollars in his checking account and he held the door open for you once he realized you were an Omega! Don't swoon too hard or you'll fall on the floor!.....anyways —"

Douchebag is asking Tim how he knows exactly how much money he's got in his account right now. He's being real pushy about it, too, trying to intimidate him into deferring. But Tim just rattles off his social security number, tells him he knows exactly how he got that dirty money, and requests that he walk away before things get real sticky for him, legally-speaking.

Omega!Damian:

CanNOT be near this alpha. He WILL bring out his swords and stab him to death.

He will kill him. He will dunk him in the Pit. He will kill him again. It's bad enough Damian used to think that was acceptable and normal behavior in the League, and now that he's seeing that behavior being targeted on his baby sibling, he's not having it!!! Alphas pressuring Omegas into courtship just because they're "biologically superior" is bullshit and he will fuck him up!!!!

Beta!Alfred:

He called Conner. Brandishing his shotgun is easy and effective, but it's not entertaining. Some overconfident Alpha garbage is daring to sully his grandchild's person just because of secondary sex characteristics? Alfred doesn't need to do a thing, not because he doesn't want to, but because he knows that not only are you more than capable of defending yourself, and you also have a perfectly polite Kryptonian Alpha to clean up this filth for you. And Alfred will get to watch the carnage unfold with a cup of Earl Grey.

Alpha!Conner:

The definition of "is this guy bothering you? Do you want me to fucking kill him?"

Conner defers to you. He completely ignores the existence of this idiot asshole until you tell him how to proceed. Ignore him and walk away together? You got it babe. Challenge him non-lethally into leaving you alone? You got it babe. Cook his ass with laser vision? You got it babe.

And if you happened to be alone, without any family around for backup, you'd have simply stuffed him in your pocket dimension and then spit him out somewhere across the country. Fuck right off with the douchebaggery please, because there's not enough patience in the world to deal with it.

[mrsparrasblog]

I just listened to "My Tears Ricochet" and had an idea.

TW: Angst *laughs in free therapy*

So, imagine the boys need to fake their deaths. How macabre it is that they attend their own funerals, wanting to watch their loved ones. (These are standalone scenarios they don't fake their death together)

Price: You were his wife for all these years, always waiting for him to return. The funny thing was you could clearly remember the last argument before he left.

"Love, just one more tour, and I'm coming back to you. Then we can start a family and all that, but the boys need me."

"It's always the last tour with you. When is it really the last?"

"This time, I promise."

To some extent, he was right. You thought it was his last tour, but it wasn’t fair. You knew it was over when you got the call from General Shepard. Your husband was dead. You lost the love of your life, and all you got were his dog tags and a check large enough to end world hunger. You slapped your friend after she said at least you were financially secure now.

Price watched you from behind a tree. He saw how you clung to his grave, hugging it tightly and lying on it as you always used to with him. Your dress was dirty, and the tears wouldn’t come anymore.

When Laswell and Nik approached you, you screamed at them, blaming them for not protecting your husband. You trusted them, and now you couldn't bear to let anyone else near his grave. John wished he could comfort you, tell you he would come back to protect you, but he couldn’t. Instead, he sent Simon, who endured all your insults, screams, and even a punch to his crooked nose until you were ready to move on.

Kyle: You and Kyle were born on the same day, in the same room, in the same hospital. It was like a movie; he was your best friend since forever, your first everything, and you were his. It was a love like in all those movies. The only thing separating you was the military, but you stayed home waiting for him. Not even war could separate you. Last year, he brought you that ring. You remember lying in bed, cuddling him as he promised you that you were allowed to die first. He knew you wouldn’t survive his death. So he made the silly promise that you would die first. He thought it was the first promise he ever broke to you.

Kyle had to be held back when he saw you crying at his grave. “Guess I’ll find you in the next one, love. Sleep well.”

Ghost: He was never good at love, and he was sure no one would come to his funeral. No one knew "Ghost," and Simon Riley had been buried since 2009. But then he saw you, the cute medic he always tried to push away. He was afraid of hurting you or corrupting you. How could he have known that pushing you away wouldn’t stop you from loving a dead man?

All the conversations came flooding back:

"Here, Lt. I made you red velvet cookies, your favorite."

"You're going to sit down and let me fix that, idiot."

"You're beautiful, Ghost."

"You're enough."

"It's kind of silly to be in love with someone whose name you didn’t even know. I hope you find your peace, big boy." You placed lilies on his grave and left. In that moment, Simon Riley realized he was loved, and he would burn the world down to come back from the dead just to return to you.

Johnny: Contrary to popular belief among the team, Johnny wasn’t a whore. He was a loving husband and father. That was written above "Sergeant" on his grave, at least.

His funeral was crowded with people who wanted to pay their last respects. Most of them were blue-eyed MacTavishes. Then there was you, holding your three-year-old in your arms. He didn’t understand why everyone was crying or why Dad wasn’t there anymore.

Johnny watched you sit at his grave, sighing as you talked to your husband. "James doesn’t understand what’s going on, but he misses you. He wanted me to give him a mohawk. It looks ridiculous, just like you. I know you’re rocking it in heaven. Just please wait for me, okay? Don’t want you to hoe around in heaven," you chuckled, holding back the tears. "You watch us from there, right? Can’t miss the birth of your princess, can you?"

[babsaros]

Hi again. We have a hellweek left before we need to have all our belongings packed and out of this house. We've realized that trying to find something in our area isn't worth it and we've decided to start looking up near Boston, where my girlfriend has a friend willing to apply and move in with us, so we'll have an easier time getting approved and actually paying rent. Our friend has already gotten in to tour an apartment that looks really great for all of us, and we'll be submitting an application hopefully by tomorrow. I've talked to my managers about getting a transfer to a store up there and they're going to help me find a position so I hopefully won't have any lapse in working, though am I still being scheduled for 30 hours a week here rn which I'm extremely grateful for financially but does make the timing messy.

So right now, it looks like the plan is to rent a moving van of some sort at the end of the month/beginning of February and drive up there. We may need to stay a night or two in a hotel depending? On my work, on the approval process, on getting the funds to lock it all down together, on whether we need our friends help with the drive... Everything is so up in the air right now, I wish I could tell you all anything we do have nailed down right now. I'm worried about my car not making it through the drive, or breaking down as soon as we get there. We'll probably eventually need to get a second car anyway, and rely on public transport until we have one.

That's all to say, we know there's an end to this tunnel at some point, and we really really appreciate any help at all while we're still walking it, knowing we're still gearing up for more shit on the other side. I know everyone is stretched so thin these days, and everyone is scared and trying to get out of shitty positions. If you don't have the means to help anyone else, please please focus on taking care of yourself first. To those who can help, even just to share this post, thank you so much for your generosity, your compassion and time especially. once again, there are alternate ways of supporting us, like commissioning me for art through kofi, or spending money on my girlfriends OF (link in bio, 18+).

[chillian-murphy]

🍆CHARACTERS REACTING TO FINDING YOUR ONLYFANS/OTHER NUDES🍆

Tommy and Kitten were around way before the internet so I tried to write them as finding their eras' equivalents but believe it or not it's kinda hard to find historical info on people self-distributing erotic material of themselves so. Yeah. Also general warning for Jackson and Jonathan being weirdos who don't understand boundaries, as usual.

TOMMY SHELBY 

*When you posed topless for extra cash, you were assured that the photos wouldn't be distributed anywhere near Birmingham and that your anonymity would be maintained 

*What you weren't counting on, however, was local gangster Tommy Shelby making frequent trips to London and perusing the latest illicit erotic material, both for business and pleasure

*It took him a while to recognize you as he flipped through the photo cards of you and another young woman cheekily feeling each other's breasts, but once he realized you lived in Birmingham, he quickly pocketed the photos.

*He contemplated using the photos to blackmail you on his drive home, but realized that it you probably didn't have enough money to make it worthwhile. 

*The photos remained hidden aware in his desk, largely forgotten except for days when he catches you running errands around town or on especially lonely nights

*On one such night after too much stress and too much gin, he found himself drafting a note to be delivered to you

*”I greatly enjoyed your work in London. Let me know if you’d like to make some real money." 

JACKSON RIPPNER 

*He finds your OnlyFans while doing routine research for his next job

*He's not surprised that you're doing online sex work, you’ve been under significant financial stress lately and need every extra penny you can scrounge up.

*In fact, your money woes were the vulnerable point that made you an attractive target for his work

*There was nothing particularly unique about the content you made, mostly pictures taken using a mirror or videos of you rubbing yourself, complete with exaggerated porno moans

*Still, Jackson’s dick couldn't help but twitch when he thought about how desperate you must be to do this, you're clearly in over your head and have no idea what you're doing beyond “I think this is what girls in porn do." 

*He's incredibly tempted to send you requests for increasingly degrading acts, attached to tips that would be far too large for you to turn down, just to see how far he can push you, but no, he needs you broke and desperate for his upcoming plans to work.

*He slams his laptop shut and gets back to planning the minutiae of running into you “by chance" and bribing you into handing over your work credentials. “See you soon, whore." 

JONATHAN CRANE

*Nobody could deny the sparks between you. After all, why else would you smile as you rang him up for his coffee every morning?

*You even had your own little pet name for him, “Joe-Nathan", which you wrote on his cup.

*So really, engaging in some light cyberstalking was just him playing along with what you started.

*His heart dropped when you saw your profile, even though it was under a different name than the one on your name tag, it was undeniably you, bearing yourself to anyone who was willing to pay $10 a month for a subscription.

*How much of his tip money was going towards the lingerie that you were shamelessly rolling around in for the camera

*As much as Jonathan wants to get mad, he tells himself that he needs to make a mature, rational decision. Instead, he shall merely get petty.

*He leaves several comments and small tips, all signed as Joe-Nathan.

*He can't wait to see you bright and early for his morning coffee tomorrow.

ROBERT FISCHER 

*Truth be told, Robert doesn't look at much porn. If he wants to see someone naked, he can use either his money or his status to have someone in his bed within the hour.

*However, when security notified him of suspicious activity on the company wifi, he was urged to look into it himself.

*It was you and another low level employee, uploading videos of yourselves fucking in increasingly recognizable rooms within a Fischer-Marrow building, starting with bathrooms and supply closets, all the way up to offices and conference rooms with the company logo in plain view.

*Robert knew the expected, professional response would be to fire you both, possibly get legal involved, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn't had his own dalliances in that same conference room.

*”Thank you for notifying me. I’ll look into this further and make sure appropriate measures are taken," he gave with his most reassuring faux-concerned frown as he shooed his security officers out of the room and shouted for his assistant to clear his schedule for the next few hours.

*Once he was sure he was alone, he began perusing the videos you’ve made, palming himself through his pants

*After coming to a particularly titillating video of you being eaten out in one of the glass elevators, he sends you and your partner a $1,000 tip

*”Glad to see my employees are hard at work." 

NEIL LEWIS

*You and Neil had talked about how hard it is making a living as small business owners, but he hadn't quite figured out what you meant by “I have a back-up gig" until he was falling down another pornography rabbit hole and saw your page

*Holy shit are you topless? 

*He hasn't been able to stop thinking about your boobs since the day you came into Gumshoe wearing a sundress and no bra. 

*Well now he's gotta check and see if there's more

*THERE'S MORE

*He's liking pictures left and right, not worrying about you knowing it's him because he uses a fake name on porn sites

*...except he does use the Gumshoe business email address

*shitshitshitshitSHITSHITSHITSHIT

*Now all of China the Downtown Small Business Owners Association knows he's here horny.

*Tips you $100 with the message “SORRY”

KITTEN BRADEN

*Out of everyone, she's the least surprised to see you selling photos of yourself. After all, you met working at the peep show.

*She had started watching the other girls during her breaks, both for entertainment and for inspiration 

*After all, there's only so many times you can moan “I want your cock soooo bad" to a hole in the wall before going a little insane from boredom.

*She became intrigued when she saw you slipping an envelope under the door to a client and getting cash in return, not knowing what it was. Was it drugs? Love letters? Were you blackmailing him?

*You laughed when she tried to interrogate you, clearly wanting a dramatic answer.

*”It's just nudie photos. One of my customers has a darkroom and develops them for me in exchange for getting to keep copies for himself. I sell them to my regulars to help make a little extra on the side.”

*Sure enough, when she ripped open the envelope, it was a tasteful spread of, well, your spread.

*It was a much less dramatic of an answer than she was hoping for, but goddamn if it wasn't kind of genius.

*”Perchance, have you ever considered doing these photos with another girl?”

[occamstfs]

Terracotta Turmoil

Another muscle growth racial TF! I went with phonetic Chinese rather than using Chinese characters as it feels hotter to me to be able to read the phonetics! Hope y'all enjoy! -Occam

Chase was beyond excited for the opportunity that his museum has recently secured. It didn’t seem possible, and perhaps the provenance isn’t exactly strictly clear or legal, but some donors have ensured that an exhibition is soon to begin. Before that though Chase simply had to sneak a look and wandered into the exhibit’s worksite to closely observe the artifact. 

Upon seeing it Chase is less than impressed with the artistry and history of the object instead thinking of what a score they have wrung from whatever schmuck had it. Chase begins counting dollar signs in his head as he approaches the statue, getting close enough to touch it when he sees a flash in the statue’s lifeless eyes. Keeping his mind ever focused on financial gain his eyes race to meet those of the terracotta statue in front of him where he finds naught but the cold rage-filled gaze of a warrior.

He rolls his eyes and begins to step away to plan the promotions for the exhibit when suddenly he hears a voice in his head, in a language he cannot understand, “Rúguǒ nǐ yào bǎ nǐ de yìzhì qiángjiā gěi wǒ. Ránhòu wǒ huì bǎ wǒ de qiángjiā gěi nǐ” (If you shall impose thine will upon me. Then I shall force mine upon you.)

Chase suddenly scans the room for whatever coworker must be pranking him, though he is sure that none of them know Chinese anywhere near the fluency of his voice. His eyes flicker to the door as it slowly creaks closed with a click, the lock turning by itself. Chase turns with a suspicious look to the statue. His concentration flickers as he once again sees a glint in the statue’s impenetrable eyes. Chase is not a superstitious type but something unnatural was occurring and he wasn’t to be caught on the back foot. 

He is mousy and short but tries to stand tall and puff his chest up at the statue as he starts to engage, “Your, uh yìzhì?”(Will?) Wh-” Despite his meager attempt at bravado he immediately falls back in shock finding himself speaking in a tongue that he never even had a passing desire to know. He stumbles back away from the statue, still facing it. The lights dim in the room and the glitter of the statue’s eyes begin to glow outright, “Wǒ bù xǐhuān shǐyòng nǐ de shēntǐ, nǐ zhège chètóuchèwěi de shǎguā. Dàn nǐ jiāng chéngwéi wǒ líkāi zhèlǐ de ménpiào." (I take no delight in using your body, you utter fool. But you will be my ticket out of here.)

Chase is compelled to make eye-contact with the merciless eyes as they burn a hole into his mind. He is immediately beyond confused and dizzy, no longer sure of anything in the world besides the fact that his condition is only to rapidly deteriorate even further. He feels himself lose control of his mouth as drool begins to pool within it. Little loss though as he is rapidly losing the ability to form any thoughts in English anyway. 

He falls to his hands and knees, mouth agape as he spits up onto the floor. The floor shines like a mirror reflecting the light above as a spotlight onto him and making evident the sinister shine of the statue’s eyes as they continue to burn. He stares at his hands clenched on the floor struggling to latch his mind on any thought that remains. As he struggles suddenly a thought appears through the fog as if it were the most evident thing in the world, Diāoxiàng bù shǔyú zhèlǐ (The statue doesn’t belong here.) 

Chase isn’t even taken aback as his mind starts to return, now using a language he’s never learned. If his thoughts are all in Chinese there is no conceivable explanation beyond that it is the language that he was raised in, but he was gweilo(western) no? He brings his eyes to look at his reflection in the recently waxed floor to see something immediately jarring. His mouth is still ajar, still slightly leaking drool, but his reflection looking back at him has an unmistakable scowl and smirk. 

He recoils, though staying on the ground, as he notices that his short messy hair is starting to grow and straighten. His sandy blonde locks swiftly begin to darken as they lengthen into something far more fashionable. He feels his face respond to the unconscious worry in his mind at seeing his appearance change. In response his reflection bares its teeth as the scowl becomes crueler, the eyes beginning to glow just as the statue’s did. 

He forces his eyes shut to avoid them being penetrated by the burning gaze once more. He is no longer able to open them as he feels his eyelids throb and tighten. Chase grunts and clenches his teeth as pain surges through his face before he forces his eyes back open and is once more greeted with unfamiliarity in his reflection. Impossible to miss were the epicanthic folds that now hang over his blue eyes. He continues to stare at them, seeing his skin begin to pale and smooth as his hair turns black to the roots and his eyes begin to darken, slowly turning brown.

Chase stares at his own irises as they almost move beyond brown to instead be as pitch black as his hair. At the same time a laugh that Chase still recognizes as his own rings through the exhibition hall, though each echo as it returns back to his ears is deeper than the one that came before. He clutches at his hóujié (adam’s apple) feeling it throb larger into his hand. He gasps sharply, feeling more air rush into his lungs as he takes a breath deeper and more labored than ever before.

Now with only one hand keeping him from falling to the ground Chase watches as the eyes of his reflection glow with a rage centuries old, challenging him to not fall on his face as he feels the force of gravity upon him ever-more difficult to ignore. Just before totally collapsing he wrenches his hand from his neck to catch his fall. Struggling against the weight of his body as it feels heavier by the moment, Chase feels his arms begin to strain the sleeves of his dress shirt. Sweat drips from his hair to stain his reflection as his biceps force themselves larger than his shirt could possibly hold. 

Drawing off all the remaining will, or yìzhì rather, he has to resist. He pushes himself higher from the ground rising further than his arms should be able to push him. His biceps burst with power as they grow to the size of a lesser man’s thighs. Sweat drips down his massive arms trailing from thin but present black hair now filling his pits. Chase looks towards his chest and no wonder his breaths were suddenly nigh-impossible, the buttons had already burst from his dress shirt as pecs had forced themselves from his chest and below them abs defined as those you see on only the most prodigious bodybuilders. 

Chase smirks to himself seeing how he has grown. He knew he simply could not let himself fall, his people were zhànshì (warriors) after all. His proud smirk is now truly mirroring his smug reflection. Chase flexes every muscle he can in his more powerful body, feeling the strain of his strength as he tests the limit of each newly formed muscle group. His whole body convulses in pleasure as he becomes acquainted with the power now within him. He feels his hitherto ignored cock grow firm as he feels nothing but pride for his body and his homeland.

He pushes himself fully off the ground to land on his ass as it too grows to break past the limit of his pants. No longer looking at his reflection Chase feels his thighs tear through his jeans and his feet grow large enough to make finding any replacement shoes impossible. His briefs struggle to hold his still growing erection as he continues to bask in his body and power as he finds himself once more sitting in front of the terracotta soldier. 

Rather than seeing it as the financial boon that he intended to when he walked in. Chase now sees it as a testament to the artistry and history that his home country deserves. He feels a fire burn in his chest as rage begins to fill him at seeing such an extraordinary artifact of his culture being subjected to this tourist trap of a museum. His eyes twitch as the last attachments to his old life fade beyond even his subconscious as he remembers the life and history of his real identity. 

Chen was not going to sit around and let this relic of Chinese opulence and power be disgraced by this sorry show. He looks down towards his reflection one last time and sees his face now perfectly mirrors the proud smirk that it has displayed since he first saw it. Chen laughs the same laugh he has always known, one deep and slow, as he stands to prepare his repatriation of this terracotta soldier. First things first though, he’ll need a few new friendly faces, a few new countrymen. He makes for the door whispering to himself as he feels his cock surge in his pants, “Dàodǐ shéi lái zǔzhǐ wǒ” (After all, who is going to stop me.)

[transgendz]

My roommate and I are financially unstable while he does through a long, complicated diagnosis process that started as we stopped being homeless. I just interviewed for a job, we are starting to grow our own food. We currently need to cover our storage bill before we get a late fee, food, and one of his meds.

He also has a sleep study on Monday, which is going to be $500. No one expected them to work him in that soon, we aren't expecting to be able to cover it, but it desperately doesn't need to wait, so it's included in this goal. If Monday comes and we are nowhere near that goal, it'll be rescheduled, and I'll update accordingly.

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I will do art for anyone who gives $50 just message me at my artblog @theartistrans I also take commissions there

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[dark-corner-cunning]

🌑 New Moon in Taurus – Grounding, Growing, and Building What Lasts 🌑

New Moon Blessings!

This New Moon in Taurus brings a welcome shift into steadiness. Taurus is the sign of the builder, the gardener, the one who knows that good things take time. This moon invites us to slow down, reconnect with our values, and start planting the seeds—literally and metaphorically—for what we want to grow over time.

This moon falls at 7° Taurus, and it’s sitting close to the North Node, pointing us toward long-term growth and a deeper sense of purpose. There’s also a supportive connection to Saturn in Pisces, helping us give structure to dreams and spiritual goals. If you’ve been hoping to ground your ideas into reality or bring more stability to your life, this is the moon to begin.

🪵 Taurus New Moon Themes:

Long-term intentions and goals

Financial stability and slow, sustainable growth

Body care, home care, and self-worth

Connecting with nature and the land

Building routines that actually feel good

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🌿 Folk Magic & Appalachian Wisdom

In traditional folk practices—especially those passed down in the Appalachian region—the dark moon in an Earth sign like Taurus is considered a strong time for planting, blessing, and working toward prosperity. This isn’t about quick fixes; it’s about setting intentions that you’re willing to tend and care for, like a garden.

Ways you can work with this moon:

Plant something in the earth with a spoken intention.

Make or refresh charms for steady income and resource flow.

Work with oils or candle spells focused on abundance or security.

Whisper your goals into a jar of dirt from your home and bury it beneath a favorite tree or near your front steps.

Here’s a simple folk charm you can try:

Steady Hand, Full Pocket Charm Gather:

A small square of green fabric

A coin rubbed with money drawing oil (optional)

A pinch of dried basil or bay leaf

A string or thread

A taglock from you

A petition (optional)

Wrap the herbs and coin in the cloth and tie it shut with the string. As you tie it, say:

“Steady hand and steady heart, Let blessings grow and never part. By leaf and coin, by root and thread, Bring me fortune, daily bread.”

Keep it in your pocket, purse, or on your altar until the Full Moon in Taurus later this year.

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🌱 Reflection Questions for the Taurus New Moon:

What am I ready to build or invest in long-term?

Where do I need more grounding in my life?

How do I define security—and what steps can I take to create it?

What routines or rituals help me feel stable and supported?

This moon is about choosing what’s real, what’s worthy, and what’s worth the effort. It’s a beautiful time to begin a new chapter in your relationship with money, your body, your home, or your purpose.

May this moon bless the roots you plant and bring you the steadiness you seek.

[onlyangel4]

desperate times call for desperate measures. toto wolff. part 3.

sugar daddy! toto wolff x reader

you are a struggling artist trying to live instead of just spending every moment worrying about money. toto wolff is the loneliest rich man in the world, when you find each other you are exactly what the other needs.

warnings- 18+, cursing, discussions of financial struggles. family problems in backstory. sugar daddy relationship. age gap relationship (reader is around twenty five. smut. protected sex. praise kink. oral (male receiving).

part 1 // part 2

“babe what the fuck”, anna basically screamed down the phone. you were currently in the bathroom at the ritz recounting the last hour to your best friend and it was safe to say that anna was just as shocked as you. “you got fingered in the fucking ritz and now you are going to spain, this is fucking mental”, she spoke and you laughed softly, “what about your passport”

“toto noticed that I kept it on the rack near the door, he got his driver to swipe it when i answered the door, he has it all planned out”

“and your clothes?”

“he told me not to worry about it, whatever that means”

“schatzi, we have to get going”, toto spoke through the bathroom door.

“anna, I’ve got to go”, you spoke to your friend

“okay, keep me updated on all the madness, i love you”

“i love you too”, you spoke before hanging the phone up. anna was right, this was complete madness but it was also exciting. you had not been on a plane in years, it was going to be an adventure. yes you should probably be more cautious about going on a date with someone that you had just met in person for the first time ever. but your gut trusted toto, it told you that you were going to be safe with him. deep down you knew that he would never hurt you. and if he did then anna would kill him, that you knew for sure.

you opened the bathroom door and were met by toto stood there a knowing smile on his lips.

“you heard all of that didn’t you”, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, wishing you hadn’t put your phone on speaker.

“yep I heard it all”, he chuckled, “don’t be embarrassed babygirl, i found it cute”, he spoke as his arm wrapped around your waist and he began leading you over to the exit, where his driver was already waiting for you both.

toto held the car door open for you letting you get into the back seat before he walked around the other side and got in the back with you. toto was the happiest that he had been in a very long time. there was something about being with you that made the worries of his life disappear. he was not thinking about race strategies or driver relationships all he was thinking about was you and how much he wanted to get you out of that dress.

the drive to the airport was quiet but in the best of ways, you had your head rested on toto’s shoulder and he had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers tracing meaningless patterns on your shoulders. it was intimate and you were both in a shared feeling of bliss. you knew this was crazy but it was also exactly what you wanted, you wanted someone to look after you. someone to actually care about you, someone to distract you from your monotonous everyday life and toto was exactly that. he seemed to know everything that you craved and it was handing it to you on a silver platter.

when the car halted you followed toto outside, “oh wow”, you spoke with a small laugh. you were too enamoured with toto to realise that the car had pulled onto the tarmac at the airport, “I’m used to having to wait hours to go through security”

“you don’t have to worry about that when you are with me darling, when you own a jet you get special perks”

“I wouldn’t know”, you laughed softly as you followed toto up the steps to the jet. Yeah this was probably the most mental thing to ever happen to you. if someone told past you that you would end up on a private jet you would have laughed in their face.

you had never even seen pictures of the inside of a private jet so being stood inside of one was mental, it looked huge and it was just for you and toto. you had no idea that people lived like this. while you were aggressively budgeting to make sure you could afford rent people like toto were just spending money like it was nothing, funding a spontaneous flight just because they wanted to go on a trip.

you sat down next to toto, his hand found your thigh quickly as he looked into your eyes, “tell me more about yourself schatzi?”, he questioned softly, “i have heard about anna and tom but you never really told me about your family”, he spoke softly as the plane’s engine turned on.

“well there isn’t really much to talk about”, you explained, “i haven’t heard from my parents since I was eighteen, i have an older brother, luke. i see him every few months, we aren’t super close but we keep in touch. He is married and I have a niece, olivia”, you spoke.

“my parents stopped talking to me when I decided to go to art school, they told me that art was worthless in the real world and that they would not be able to support me if i did it full time. So they completely cut me off, i survived off pennies, i had two jobs when i was in art school. Just to keep me afloat”, you spoke. you felt a little silly talking about your poverty to toto, he would never be able to understand what you went through in that time in your life, not knowing when your next meal will be. all so you could pursue your passion.

“thank you for sharing that with me”, toto spoke softly rubbing your thigh as the plane made its way down the runway. “i have been lucky enough to never be in that position but I do know it must have been difficult. i know you still struggle with money but you have some a long way. you have your own place, not many people can say that at your age”, he spoke and you smiled softly. His words warmed you, there was just something about hearing him acknowledge how far you had come. it was music to your ears.

as the plane took off your hand found his and gave it a squeeze, “i hate this bit”, you spoke and he nodded, he moved his arm so it was around you, pulling you into his chest, his frame enveloping your body. protecting you. it was a simple action but it made you relax in an instant, instead of worrying about the plane you were focused on the sound of toto’s heart in his chest. it grounded you.

toto looked down at you, your once rigid form now relaxed in his arms and he felt his heart swell. this was supposed to just be a simple sugar daddy dynamic between you both. feelings shouldn’t be involved but toto couldn’t help his mind from wondering what it would feel like to wake up next to you ever morning. to have you around for every race weekend. to be able to rant to you about the troubles with the team. to be able to listen to you yap on about art. He was thinking about the mundane things, things that he was sure other sugar daddies did not think about. toto watched as you looked up at him with your big doe eyes, eyes he would do anything for.

“thank you”, you spoke softly, “i have hated taking off ever since I was younger”

“that is okay doll, i totally get it”, he smiled slowly pulling away but keeping his arm around your shoulders.

you weren’t sure when you fell asleep but you woke up to toto gently pressing kisses to your temple, “we just landed schatzi, time to wake up”, he smiled as you began to stir in his arms, yawning yourself awake.

“i slept through the whole flight”, you giggled

“you slept through the whole flight”, he chuckled softly. toto spent most of the flight typing away on his laptop. being careful not to move too much and disrupt you from your slumber. every so often he would look down at you and smile, you seemed very comfortable in his presence and that was all he wanted.

you stood from your seat stretching your legs for the first time in a couple hours, there was a town car waiting for you both on the tarmac and toto took your hand leading you over to it, “so i was thinking we could spend tomorrow exploring the town, tonight we can just settle in the villa, it is already eleven”, he spoke and you nodded softly.

“whatever you say boss”, you spoke making him genuinely laugh, a sound you would not get sick of.

the drive to his villa had to be only ten minutes, you were too focused on playing with toto’s hands the whole journey just running your thumb over the back of his hand, fiddling a little bit. toto was just laughing at you doing so, “you are like a kitten”, he spoke and you smiled bashfully, “sorry i can’t help myself, i tend to fiddle with things when i’m nervous.”

“do i make you nervous kitten?”

“you have no idea”

toto was going to reply but the car halted signalling that you had arrived at the villa. he got out of the car and then went to your side holding the door open for you.

as you got out of the car you were met with the sight of one of the biggest houses you had ever seen, “toto what the fuck, this place is huge”, you gasped your eyes looking at it, trying to take in the magnitude of the building in front of you. “i have seen schools smaller than this”

toto found your wonderment incredibly endearing, the ways your eyes search around the outside of the building, taking in every detail of the chic, white villa. “come on schatzi, there is more inside for me to show you”, he spoke as he unlocked the massive door showing you inside.

the villa was a dream of architecture, high ceilings open plan, it was exactly what you imagined when you thought about the perfect home. “yeah you can never see my apartment if this is what you are used to”, you joked but there was a bit of truth behind your words. toto was used to luxury, he would surely hate your hole in the wall apartment.

toto walked behind you, his arms wrapping around your middle, pulling you against his chest, “let me show you the bedroom kitten, there is a surprise for you”, he spoke and you giggled. “hasn’t this whole thing been enough of a surprise mr wolff”, you joked and he just shook his head playfully, leading you up the sweeping staircase. once at the top he pulled you into the bedroom, it was bigger than your entire apartment, “how do you not get lost in a place like this, i think I’m going to need a map”

“don’t worry doll, I will be your tour guide”, he chuckled, “open the cupboard”, he instructed.

you did as you were told approaching the walk in wardrobe and opening it and you gasped, it was all kitted out with clothes, all in your size and all colourful just like what you tended to wear, hues of pink and purple alongside some classic white linens. “toto”, you spoke looking back at him, “you did not have to buy me all of this stuff”, you smiled softly, “but thank you”

“well i wanted to keep this trip a surprise so I couldn’t ask you to pack a bag and as much as i would love for you to be naked this entire trip, I had to buy you some clothes, i hope i picked alright”, he explained.

you smiled walking over to him wrapping your arms around his neck, “you picked perfectly”, you spoke pressing a kiss to his lips. the kiss started of as an innocent one but it quickly became more. both of you deepening the kiss, his hands moving to your ass gripping at it making you gasp allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. your hands travelled to his hair tangling in it before you decided that he was wearing too many clothes for your liking. your hands travelled to his torso finding the buttons and making quick work of them, pulling the white fabric from his body.

you knew toto was well built but you did not expect his stature to be crafted by Greek gods. He slowly pulled away from the kiss, “like what you see kitten?”, he questioned and you were quick nod. his hands found the straps of your dress pulling them down, letting the fabric fall down at your feet, leaving you there in just a pink thong, “and i like what i see”, he mused with a chuckle as he watched you step out of your dress.

you kissed him deeply as your hands played with his belt unbuckling it, pulling it from around his waist and chucking it down on the ground, you pulled his zipper down and then pulled the elastic of his boxers down, revealing his already hard cock. “been ready for you since before we got on the plane darling”, he spoke.

“well let me treat you for being so patient”, you mused sinking down to your knees. your hand wrapping around his cock bringing your lips to his tip pressing a kiss there before opening your mouth and taking all of him. his hand came to your hair, gently guiding you up and down his shaft. “such a good girl for me”, he moaned out. the praise went straight to your core, wetness beginning to pool. a neediness for him igniting within your core as you hollowed your cheeks out taking all of him. “look at me princess”, he commanded and you did as you were told, eyes meeting his and he let out a low moan.

 “babygirl i need to fuck you. now.”, he spoke guiding your head off of him and pulling you to your feet. Toto moved to bed you over the bed. he reached over to the bedside drawer finding a condom, ripping it open and putting it on. all while you whined with a need to be filled up by him, “be patient doll, it will be worth it”, he mused teasingly as his hand found your clit rubbing circles on it, “look at you all ready for me already”, he smirked softly.

 toto then used his free hand to line himself up with your entrance. He then thrusted all in at once hearing you whine and moan out for him, “fuck baby you are so tight”, he praised softly as he then began to thrust into you from behind his hand reaching for you right tit, finding your nipple twisting it in between his fingers. relishing in the way you moaned for him and your back arched allowing him to get deeper in you. “such a good girl”, he whispered as he kissed your neck. toto continued like this for a little while, playing with your body like a remote. knowing exactly what to do in order to make sure you felt good.

toto felt you tightening around him, a tell-tale sign that you were close to your orgasm. “babygirl if you keep on squeezing me like that I won’t be able to last much longer”, he groaned.

“please toto, cum with me”, you practically begged.

his thumb came back to your clit, rubbing it again as he bucked his hips. It did not take long for both of you to finish, a low groan leaving his lips as you moaned out. your legs going to jelly. toto hooked an arm around your waist to hold you up before you collapsed on the bed. he then slowly pulled out of you and then removed the condom. he guided your body down onto the bed pulling the covers over you.

“i will be right back okay sweetheart”, he spoke softly as he left the room. he came back with a tray containing two glasses of water and a cloth. he popped them on the bedside table before getting into bed with you, he kissed your lips softly as his hand moved in between your thighs gently cleaning you up as he whispered words of praise into your ear making sure you knew just how good you had been. he held you against his chest just holding you. it was silent but that not uncomfortable it was a warm blanket of silence enveloping the two of you. your own little bubble.

safe to say you both slept dreaming of the other.

taglist: @camelliaflow3r @sinners-98-world @eonchy

[kurgy]

sorry for remaking this post and sorry its a little longer, but once they die they are dead, and with the ongoing social security cuts/mass firings, ssi and disability payment schedules becoming inconsistent right before my eyes as something i need to survive as a disabled person, im really really not doing well financially, im simultaneously making the most money i ever have while also being the poorest ive ever been, and my additional income options have shrunk with chronic illness, im just genuinely at a loss

im finishing off my remaining comms, but with some serious health complications from disability, i regrettably cannot take on more for the foreseeable future, it is killing me. i have always had some health problems but i developed a kind of chronic gi issue in my teens that manifested as frequent stomach abdominal pain/discomfort, acid reflux, stomach ulcers, some other gi issues, and near constant intense nausea and vomiting, which 90% the time forces me into my bathroom from anywhere to an hour to several to be physically ill. after a decade of this, the constant vomiting has wrecked my digestive system and practically ruined my teeth, and most recently i suffered what i thought was a flare up that has now lasted well over month, its now my new normal, which is seriously fucking me up and impeding my ability to do ANYTHING so much worse than it ever has before. my ability to work, do chores, leave my apartment, do hobbies, draw or write or read for leisure, or do any patreon work has come to a screeching halt. i cant even play a video game without having to immediately stop and go be sick, and every time now i have tried to just draw and work through it, but the feeling disorientation and nausea makes it impossible for longer than a couple hours, its not even a lack of focus, its like brain fog? to the point that my sight just blurs and blobs i get confused and have to try and force myself to refocus only to see all the absolute nonsense random lines i was aimlessly making on the canvas

my rent is due on the 1st, and even before elon musk my disability pay is only $947, while my average rent is $1010 - $1025, this has become harder to cover now that i am frequently sick and trapped in my bathroom, and cant cover it doing doodles or odd jobs for family/friends like usual. im short $132 on rent and my next bill, also due on the first. i can cover my actual rent, but with my landlords "smart home fee", "service fee", and their service fee to just pay rent, im low. i cant really offer much atm, but i would deeply appreciate any help trying to cover bills, especially while im declining, please

Paypal.me/kurgyy

venmo @ kurgy

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[yet-another-haven-of-dollya]

Finally! My DoL PCs and their LIs

My friends asked me if I wanted to join the School AU with their OCs and I thought for the longest time before bringing Lya to the party. Then I kinda just felt like it and drew the whole gang :D They came out beautifully so more information and separated images undercut!

The First one is of course Lya the Blossom

Main PC

Harpy transforms, Mate for Life.

Wears all white if she can.

Very light in weight, makes her defiant attempts usually ineffective.

Went through a lot to make things easier for her loved ones.

Skilled in segg but doesn't really enjoy it anymore at this point if it's not with her loved one. What she seeks in segg with her lover is intimacy and the feeling of security.

Secretly a meanie. Gets jealous easily and envious of almost anyone, but doesn't show it or act on it often.

Despises the Temple to her core but believes Jordan is a genuinely good person. Wanted to fuck him just because.

Protective toward her lover and the children at the Orphanage.

Very insecure about her financial state. She tried to make money anytime she could.

CONSENT YOU MOTHERFU-

Can't cook. Literally. Keep her away from the kitchen.

Male Robin the Lover~ (Sorry I love this title)

The one and only.

Maybe he's trying his best, maybe he's hiding from something so terrible, who knows.

Love the purple color.

Easily scared and would cry out loud if Lya was there to reassure him and demand a lot of hugs, head pats, and kisses afterward.

Clingy as hell, but luckily he's cute just enough to let it pass.

Hell lots of freckles, everywhere all over his body even though he mostly stays at home or in the shades. Sensitive skin then.

Squishy belly.

Occasionally cross-dress when going on a date with Lya but keeps it as a hobby only.

Love to do makeup for Lya and skin care together.

Grow in height a LOT since the game started and wondering why Lya still stays the same, not that he complains about her growth of boobs and ass.

Lyah the Emancipated

The second PC, made with a lot of feast boots, almost all of the Vrel coins Lya earned.

Wears all black if he can.

Demonic Harpy Chimera Transforms.

Waiting for Robin's preg contents.

2m14. Larger body type, 6/6 physic, S athletic, Vengeful Sadist. Basically all offensive.

Fucking huge manboobs produce fucking lots of milk

Almost always wears a buttplug

The only one taller than him is Jordan.

"Blood moon? Fuck Ivory Wraith I'm out."

Still works at Strip Club, mostly because he loves wearing bunny suits and he wants to look out for Darryl.

Chef. Let him cook.

Housekeeping skill F-. Drops and crashes everything every time trying to clean or deco his room.

Doesn't know how to smile but will unconsciously do so when he's near Robin.

Doesn't understand why he's still sometimes mistaken as female.

Fem Robin the Lover~

So cute and squishy.

People unconsciously smile when she smiles.

"Too precious must protect."

Her weight is top secret.

Knows it all too well that Lyah intentionally feeds her more sweet treats and creamy drinks every day during every school break but can't resist the temptation of sweets.

Accepts gaining weight during the leisurely times, but has to lose it a bit before school starts again so she can fit into the school's uniforms.

Pretty proud that her lover is a chef at the biggest Cafe in town.

Slightly less freckle than male Robin. Just slightly.

Wardrobe full of checkered pattern clothes.

Of course she can cook well.

Perfect housewife material.

Timid when using strap-on but usually gets absorbed in the moment too much she forgor to pull the buttplug out before diving her strap in.

Lyah is not complaining though so it's all good.

Last but not least Kariya the Alter Ego!

"Well somebody has to go to prison and asylum and... hmmm"

Devil transforms

Full name Sesshouin Kariya. Kariya means "Midnight' Swallow"

Not a new save file but one of Lya's older saves. Hence the Alter Ego title.

Was born cuz I was bored and wanted to go to places Lya and Lyah can't go because they're worried about their lover being left alone.

They don't set a love interest because of that, so they can't get attached and can freely roam everywhere.

Enjoy segg as it is, purely seeking more pleasure day by day.

Drooling Masochist. Prefer group.

Get bored easily but are also quick to forget, so after a while that very same thing may pique their interest again.

Zones out a lot. Absent-minded. Sometimes clueless to things that are not segg-related.

"Ahhhh Nii-chan, nee-chan, help me it's 23:55 already and I forgor to cum inside somebody today waaaaaaaa-!!"

Intentionally dress more feminine because they love showing off.

The color palette is reversed from Lya's.

" I wonder if it's blood moon soon..."

[heliosunny]

For the request can I please have yandere Topaz x spy reader?

Yandere!Topaz x Spy!Reader

The IPC headquarters was an untouchable fortress, at least, that’s what they wanted everyone to believe. You had slipped through tighter security before, evaded sharper eyes, and walked away from more perilous operations unscathed. This was just another job. Another mission. Another untouchable figure to dismantle.

Topaz, Senior Manager of Strategic Investments, was the target. Her role in the IPC made her a dangerous opponent, but also an invaluable asset to your employer. You only needed to extract classified financial records, just enough to tip the scales. A clean job, no blood, no alarms, just data.

Everything had gone smoothly.

You bypassed security systems, wove through automated patrols, and reached the data archives without a hitch. The files loaded onto your drive in seconds. A flawless escape was within reach, that is, until you turned around.

She was waiting. Topaz stood casually in front of the exit, arms crossed, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Her eyes gleamed with something unsettling, mostly amusement, curiosity, control.

"Wow" she mused, "I have to admit, you’re pretty good. Most people don’t make it this far without setting off at least a dozen alarms."

You had been careful. Every precaution taken. Every measure accounted for.

As if reading your mind, Topaz lifted her wrist, revealing a sleek IPC communicator. "The moment you entered the building, I had my security feed rerouted. Instead of alerting my subordinates, I let you walk right in. I wanted to see how far you'd get before realizing..." She tilted her head, a smirk forming.

"You were never in control."

Heat burned at the back of your neck. "Then why wait? Why let me get this far if you knew?"

She chuckled. "Because watching you work was fun. And because, sweetheart, I think we can help each other."

Your breath steadied as your mind raced. If she wasn’t alerting security, she wanted something. This wasn’t an immediate death sentence, it was a game. And if she wanted to play, you would find a way to win.

"What kind of help?" you asked, voice carefully neutral.

Topaz’s smile widened as she stepped closer, her heels clicking softly against the floor. "A deal, of course. You’re talented, resourceful, and bold. The kind of person I like keeping around. So here’s my offer: work for me."

"Not as an IPC agent" she continued, her tone sweet, coaxing, "but as my personal informant. I have... competitors who need watching, tasks that require someone with your skill set." She brushed a hand through her hair, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "In exchange, I'll make sure no one knows you were ever here. No bounty on your head, no retaliation from the IPC, no mysterious 'disappearances' in the night."

It sounded too good. There had to be a catch.

"...And if I refuse?"

Topaz sighed, feigning disappointment. "Then I let my security system do its job, and, well..." She gestured lazily. "You know how the IPC deals with trespassers. Your real employer won't come save you. You'll just be another loose end tied up."

You needed time. A chance to find a weakness, to flip the game back in your favor.

You exhaled, slowly. "Fine. I'll hear the terms."

Topaz beamed. "Good choice! You won’t regret it."

For a moment, it almost seemed like you wouldn’t. The first few tasks were simple, easy, and manageable, gathering intel, dropping misinformation, a few falsified reports. But then, slowly, the conditions began to change.

At first, it was extra tasks. Then, it was little details that didn’t quite match what you originally agreed to. And by the time you realized just how deep you were, the walls had already closed in. You weren’t an idiot. You knew from the start that Topaz's deal was too good to be true.

Numby, her ever-present companion, had taken an odd interest in you. The chubby trotter followed you around constantly, snuffling at your pockets like it expected you to start producing money.

One time, you caught it trying to chew through your coat.

“Numby, no.”

The little trotter blinked up at you innocently.

“I told you” Topaz had chuckled, leaning lazily against her desk, “Numby’s got a good eye for investments. And you?” She smirked. “You're a very valuable asset.”

You didn’t like how she said that.

You liked it even less when you started noticing the subtle shifts in her behavior.

At first, it was small things. The way your “assignments” started requiring more personal involvement. The way she casually dropped your name into IPC circles, slipping you into places you had no business being. The way Numby had started curling up in your lap without invitation, as if marking you as hers.

Your usual informants suddenly wanted nothing to do with you. Your safe houses mysteriously stopped being “safe.” Every attempt to create an exit route was subtly, effortlessly blocked.

The final straw came when you tried to leave the planet.

You had booked an anonymous ticket on a cargo ship, something low-profile, something outside of IPC jurisdiction. But when you arrived at the dock, a familiar voice rang out.

“Ohhh, I knew you’d try something like this.”

You whipped around.

Topaz stood a few feet away, arms crossed, eyes gleaming with amusement. Numby floated beside her, its little snout twitching as if sniffing out your escape attempt like a financial miscalculation.

Your stomach twisted. "How?"

She clicked her tongue, shaking her head as if disappointed. “Come on, sweetheart, do you really think I’d let you walk out of a contract so easily?”

"This wasn’t in the deal."

Topaz’s lips curled. “Mmm... No, but I am IPC, and you did agree to work for me indefinitely. Did you really not read the fine print?”

A holo-screen flickered to life beside her, displaying an altered version of your agreement. There—right at the bottom, in the tiniest, most infuriatingly vague text—you saw it:

"Duration: Until Manager Topaz deems the contract fulfilled."

"You rigged it."

Topaz grinned. "I refined it."

You took a step back. "This is insane. I never agreed to—"

"Sure you did! You just thought you could outsmart me." Her expression softened, almost fond. "But I like that about you. You keep things interesting."

Numby let out a happy squeak and nudged your leg.

You stared at them both. "You can't keep me here."

Topaz let out a slow, thoughtful hum. Then she smiled, bright and sweet.

"Numby?"

The little trotter chirped, then suddenly lunged for your ticket, chomping it out of your hand.

"NUMBY—!"

Too late. The stub was gone, devoured in one decisive bite. The tiny beast swallowed, then let out a smug snuffle, as if personally securing your financial—and physical ruin.

You gawked. "Did you just—”

Topaz stifled a laugh behind her hand. “Ahhh, Numby, good work! Always watching out for bad investments.”

Numby chirped in agreement.

You clenched your jaw, fury simmering beneath your skin. "I am not an investment."

Topaz hummed, stepping forward until she was just inches away. “Oh, but you are. A valuable one. And as long as you keep trying to leave…”

Her fingers brushed along your wrist, feather-light, yet iron in intent.

“…I’ll just have to keep reminding you where you belong.”

Numby let out a delighted snuffle.

You had never hated a tiny financial advisor more in your life.

Posing as Topaz’s subordinate had been a desperate move. You needed to buy time to find a weakness, an escape route, anything that could get you out of her grip.

But now, standing beside her in an IPC-investigated fraud case, you were beginning to regret it.

The boardroom was silent. A collection of high-ranking IPC officials sat around the table, their holo-screens filled with financial reports, transaction histories, and legal documents. A high-profile businessman had been accused of embezzlement, and it was Topaz’s job to untangle the mess.

Technically, it wasn’t your job. But since Topaz had smugly introduced you as her "trusted assistant", you had no choice but to play along.

Numby sat on the table beside you, snuffling at the paperwork.

You shot Topaz a side glance. "You’re enjoying this way too much."

She smiled sweetly. "Of course I am. You look cute when you’re pretending to follow orders."

The meeting dragged on, the accused businessman sweating under the weight of the IPC’s scrutiny. Every time he tried to defend himself, Topaz countered with ironclad numbers. He was cornered. Almost.

But something felt off. A discrepancy in the financial records. A missing link.

You glanced at the reports again, scanning quickly. Then, you saw it-an insignificant-looking transaction, hidden within a cluster of minor expenses. But the pattern…

It was deliberate. A shell account. A decoy. The real funds were funneled elsewhere.

Topaz was still talking, smoothly dismantling the businessman’s weak excuses. You leaned in slightly, your voice low.

"He's hiding it through secondary shell accounts. Check the linked subsidiaries in column D—there’s a laundering trail."

Topaz stilled.

Then, a slow, delighted smile spread across her lips.

"Ahhh, I knew keeping you was a good idea."

Without hesitation, she pulled up the subsidiary records. One glance was all she needed.

"Well, well," she mused, cutting through the businessman’s last defense like a blade. “It looks like someone’s been playing very dirty.”

The room tensed. A few keystrokes later, and the final proof was displayed for all to see.

The businessman turned pale.

The IPC officials murmured in approval.

Numby let out a triumphant chirp.

And Topaz?

She turned to you and whispered, “I think I like you even more now.”

[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 5: First Date (R)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my own imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts. :)

Your curiosity started getting the better of you when the Uber driver entered the small airport, but you were really getting anxious when the driver stopped in front of an airplane hangar.

“Here you go,” the driver said looking at you in the rearview mirror.

“Thanks,” you say as you get out of the vehicle.

As the driver leaves, the door of the hangar opens and out walks Jake in jeans and a t-shirt.

’Great minds think alike,’ you think to yourself because you are also wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Your hair up in a ponytail.

Jake’s grin spread wide as he sauntered toward you, hands casually tucked into his pockets. “Morning, darlin’,” he drawled, his Texas accent warm and inviting. “Hope you don’t mind a bit of a change in scenery for our date.”

You looked around, your brow furrowed. “A hangar, Jake? What exactly do you have planned?”

He stopped a few feet in front of you, tilting his head as his mischievous green eyes locked onto yours. “Trust me. You’ll love it,” he said, echoing Phoenix’s words from the night before.

Your arms crossed instinctively. “Those words haven’t always worked out for me, you know.”

Jake chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Fair enough. But I promise, this’ll be worth it.”

He gestured toward the hangar, and you hesitated for a moment before sighing and following him inside. The hangar was bright, sunlight streaming through the open doors, illuminating a sleek Cessna plane waiting on the tarmac.

Jake stopped near the plane and turned to face you. “Ever been on a private flight before?”

Your eyes widened as you took in the aircraft. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.” He opened the door and held out a hand to help you inside.

"Is this actually yours?"

"Sure is," he replies, giving the side of the plane a light, proud slap. "Almost fully paid off."

"And we're really going to fly in it?"

“Yup," he says as he starts to buckle you in and then checks the straps. “Don’t want to lose my precious cargo.”

You feel your cheeks warm as he secures the plane door with a confident click before striding around to the other side.

He buckles himself in, hands you a headset, and then slips his own into place. With a press of a button, the engine growls to life, filling the cabin with its powerful hum.

Excitement courses through you, electrifying every nerve.

"Tower, this is Henry six-seven-two-four-six. Ready for takeoff," Jake announces in his smooth, commanding pilot voice, his words crisp through the headset.

"Affirmative, Hangman," comes the response from air traffic control.

Jake turns to you, his green eyes gleaming with anticipation. "You ready for this?"

You smile confidently. “As ready as I’ll ever be!”

He drives the plane to the runway and stops at the end. You hear the person from the air traffic control tower again. “Henry six seven two four six. You are all clear for take-off.”

“Rodger that, Control,” Jake responded as he moved some controls, and the plane made its way down the runway and into the air.

Jake maneuvers the plane into a smooth turn, and the glimmer of the ocean appears on the horizon.

"Where are we headed?" you ask, curiosity sparking in your voice.

"Figured we'd fly over the ocean," he replies, a hint of mischief in his tone. "Maybe spot some migrating whales or catch a glimpse of dolphins."

"Really?"

"Really," he confirms, dipping the plane lower as the vast blue expanse grows nearer. "Look out your window. See those whales?"

Your breath catches. "Oh wow!"

He nods, his grin widening. "And over there, some dolphins."

"That is so cool!" you exclaim, your excitement bubbling over as you press closer to the window, captivated.

Jake's smile deepens, the joy on your face lighting him up.

As the plane glides over the shimmering ocean, you can’t tear your eyes away from the breathtaking view. The whales below move gracefully, their dark silhouettes cutting through the turquoise water, while the playful dolphins leap and dance in the surf. It’s a sight that takes your breath away, one you never thought you’d experience from this perspective.

“You like it?” Jake’s voice breaks through your wonder, his tone lighter now, almost as if your excitement has softened his usual swagger.

“Like it? Jake, this is incredible!” you say, turning to look at him, your face glowing with genuine amazement. “How did you know I’d love this?”

He shrugs casually, but the way his lips tug into a satisfied smile betrays his pride. “Just a hunch. Figured a biologist like you might appreciate a little wildlife tour.”

“A little tour?” you repeat, laughing as you glance out the window again. “This is way more than ‘a little.’ This is… unforgettable.”

Jake watches you for a moment, his grin softening. “Good. That’s what I was going for.”

The plane coasts smoothly, and you feel an unexpected sense of peace. It’s not just the stunning view or the thrill of flying—it’s the thoughtfulness behind Jake’s plan, his effort to show you something he knew would matter to you.

“You know,” you start, glancing at him again, “I didn’t peg you for someone who’d go out of their way like this.”

“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think, darlin’,” he replies, that signature cocky grin slipping back into place.

“Maybe not,” you admit, your voice softer now. “But you’re full of surprises, Jake Seresin.”

He chuckles, easing the plane into a gentle turn. “Stick around, Y/N. There’s plenty more where this came from.”

As you watch the ocean stretch endlessly beneath you, your heart feels a little lighter, the weight of the past days momentarily forgotten. Maybe, just maybe, you’ve stumbled into something—someone—that you didn’t know you needed in your life again.

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