#finishied finally

[triflingshadows]

Oh, you're choking down your final bitter pill

[elderwisp]

Hai! Thank you to everyone who reached out during my little break! I’m slowly getting caught up on things as well as queuing up gp posts I had on pause. I do have a medical update but I’ll slap that under the cut! I hope everyone is doing well and taking care of themselves <3

Oke so. Lore drop. Over the last year or so, I’ve lost about 30 pounds without having to try. I’ve had issues with digestion in the past so I assumed this was just a flare up but then it started getting to the point where I’m in a lot of pain coupled with a bunch of other symptoms. As of right now, I’m being tested for different autoimmune diseases and I have a few procedures I’m a bit nervous for but yea! Hopefully I’m able to find some answers because dealing with this has truly halted my life in ways I couldn’t have imagined. Again thank you if you have read this far, here is a picture:

[princessmaeee]

All for Us Part VI _ Final Part Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Hello Sweeties ! So as I saw in the votes, you asked for this L A S T par of this story, so there it is ! It's not that long cause I didn't had much to say. I just wanted to do a beautiful and simple end cause I think both deserve it. It wasn't a long Story, but it was long compare to everything I wrote in the last years and I'm proud of myself ! I realised later than the title is kinda bad cause I just made a bad translation from the french but the good title should be '' Everything for Us '' but I will let it like it is cause, Why not. My first Fanfiction in years, my first fanfiction I finishied since my highschool years ( 11 years at least ) and my first published Smut in Years too. Overall I'm proud of myself and I wish I will do more other stories and I hope to be able to finish them all. Thanks to everyone who followed and Love this story. I hope to see you again for other ones !

Tags : @private-vampire - @rafesbunniebby - @ultracoolnobody @chxrrybomb22

You didn't remember what happened after you voted to go home. It was the majority of you. You remembered Thanos voting X too, but after the light off, everything was fuggy. When you opened your eyes, you were on the dirty ground where you were picked when you joined the game. You had a blindfold, well you guessed it was it, who had felt it on your neck. Your feets and wrists were tied up and you could feel the cold breeze of the night. Those bastards let you in underwear in the middle of a street. Luckily for you, You noticed your clothes close to you and after a moment, trying to untie your wrist, you quickly do the same for your legs before putting on your clothes. 

Your phone was in the pocket of your sweater and of course, it ran out of energy. Your apartment keys were still in your jean’s pocket. 

You felt tired and durty. A good bath and 24h hours of sleep is going to be well deserved, but first, you need to check on something.

You go to the nearest convenient store and put your card in the ATM to take a look at your account. Your heart was racing in your chest. What if it was just a dream ? What if they lied ? 

Even if you didn't felt right to be happy, you couldn't stop smiling when you noticed the big amount of money you had in your account. Tears of joy appeared in your eyes, slowly cascading on your cheeks. Finally, The suffering and anxiety will be over. A hand on your stomach, you smiled at it.

«-I promise, You gonna have a beautiful Life…»

Once you got home, as you expected, the door locks were smashed. The guys who were chasing you for money probably entered the apartment while you weren't there.

Stressed, you opened the door and you felt sad to notice how everything was destroyed. This didn't look nice anymore, but you still have to stay there, at least until you could join Thanos or even that guy who messed up your apartment to give him the money. 

Plugging your phone to the charger, you start to clean around as much as you can. 

After a moment, when your house was clean enough for the energy you had, you go back to your phone and noticed a lot of unread messages from the guy who landed you money. Unsure, you text him back a simple ; I have your money. Let meet up Tomorrow.

You also get a Message, well, many, from Thanos. He seemed anxious about you and the baby.

“-Had you made it home yet ? “ -23h07 “-You can come to my place if you want “ 23h12 “-Or I can come over “ -23h13 “-Princess Are you all right ?” -23h20 “-I Got the money from the game. I can send you some if you want. “ -23h22 “-I know your debts are all my fault anyway…”-23h22 “-Seniorita Please answer me. Are you alright ? Is the baby’s fine ??!! ”-23h25 “-If I don't get an answer I'm going to show up at your place ! “-23h33 “-Okey I'm coming !! ” -23h45

You looked at the time : 23h55.  You smiled and answered him 

“-I'm fine, my phone Ran out of power. No need to come over. Go at your place and rest “ - 23h56 “-I want to rest with You. Gonna bring snack. What do you want ? Ice Cream and Pinault butter ?”-23h58 “-Im Fine!! And of course Not, I don't have  any weird pregnancy cravings. “-00h00 “-Not Yet ;) Anyway, still on my way…with snacks”-00h08

Your smile never left your face. Thanos was always really caring with you but somehow you feel like it was different this time, like he really made an effort and it made you happy.

When he arrived, he opened the door as you were still cleaning up the apartment. He looked around, visibly confused by all the mess around.

«-What happened here ? »

You explained to him the problems you got cause of your debts who’s also his or cause of him. Thanos felt bad you had to go traught all this cause of his addiction and helped you to clean as much as possible. Once everything was less messy, you both enjoyed some Snacks he bring and that’s when you realised how hungry you were. He bought you some of your favorite Ramen, chips and little cake. 

He also gave you an envelope with money. It was the exact amount you need to give to the guy you will meet tomorrow. He apologized and insisted you keep it. You felt touched by this and accepted his money.

«-I really want you to keep the money you get from the game for our child. And for Yourself, of course.  -What about your own debts ? -I will figure it out. And I still have some left so don’t worry about me. I want to go back to music and earn money of my own. I want to make you and our child proud. And for something else… -Something else ? Like what ? A home ? It's pretty expensive. -Well, not for a home, but it could be a plan for later. The other thing dépend more on your decision. -which is ? »

You both were sitting on your bed and Thanos got up  to kneel in front of you, gently taking your hand in his. You looked at him, breathtaking. Your heart stops beating for a second before it starts to beat faster. You could feel your eyes feeling with water.

«- Y/N would you accept to be my wife ? »

You were too shocked to answer. Tears flowing from your eyes as you just quickly nod  your head. It wasn't the romantic scene you always dream of, but coming from Su Bong it was the most romantic thing he ever did. Even if you were both exhausted, still in debts and even if you didn’t have a Ring for you, yet, this moment felt the happiest of your life. You throw yourself in his arms, still crying as you repeat ‘’ Yes ! ‘’ Again and again. Su Bong smiled and held you close, gently caressing your hair.

«-My dear and Beautifull Wife, He said before kissing you. »

This relationship with him was a total rollercoaster of emotion, but your love for each other was just too strong to let you away from each other. Faith does good things, sometimes.

The next days goes well, you got rid of your debts, Thanos started to go to therapy to avoid touching drugs again, so did you.

You moved In together, he worked on new music, new songs, starting to slowly go back on stage while you went back to school. You dropped one year ago but you chose an option you really like. It wasn’t easy with the pregnancy and Had to do a lot of home school and take more time.

Life with your Now, fiancé wasn’t alway easy. When he felt the side effect of always being sober you fought a lot, but at the end He apologies and you were understanding considering all the efforts he did for you, the baby and your relationship. Sometime, you fucked to avoid fighting or when Su bon needed a big high. He said you were his new addiction and even dedicated you to a song where He talks about how much He loves you and how you changed his life.

Eventually, you gave birth to a beautiful Daughter. Su bon said once he really would like to have a boy, but when He hold his little baby daughter in his arms for the first time, he almost cried and didn't let go of her. He quickly became over protective with her. He also wrote a song about her and it became a great hit. That’s how He were able to afford your engagement ring.

Your life goes back on track and you feel happy despite what you had been taught with the game. You and Su Bong got a matching tattoo with the number you were during the game as a sort of memorial for the ones who died in there but also as a reminder to yourself to be careful with your money and every decision you will take, cause you never want to live an experience like that ever again.

[crazybiscuit]

Siren Song

Pairing: PM!Osamu Dazai x PM!Reader Summary: Dazai was used to seducing women and throwing them away when he no longer needed him. He never expected he'd be the one on the receiving end... Warnings: MDNI, smut, angst, unrequited love, toxic relationship, reader has siren abilities, mentions of murder and mafia business Word Count:  2442 Credits: @saradika-graphics thank you for the divider! A/N: Sorry guys, I was too drunk to finish writing this last night since I played a drinking game with my friends while watching Twilight. I am not a lightweight and we drank champagne, so I hope this gives an idea of how bad the movie was (it's still a guilty pleasure though). Also, I’m AroAce so my intention isn't to depict aromatic people as manipulative pricks. This is just depicting a toxic relationship between two people, in which one of the members happens to be in the community. Anyways, enjoy!

Relationships between coworkers were never a good idea. Especially when the parties involved members of the Port Mafia, which wasn't renowned for its HR department. However, Dazai supposed this didn’t really classify as a proper relationship anyways. It was purely physical, but that was still enough to cause trouble.

And he had to remind himself of that fact every time he would find himself pinning you down in your bed, trying his best to ignore the emotions building up in his chest with each sweet gasp of his name falling from your lips.

Dazai wasn’t a stranger to casual sex, if anything, he considered himself an expert at using people’s feelings for him to have a fun night. What he wasn’t used to was someone flipping the script on him and that was exactly the situation he found himself in when he first met you.

At first, he’d simply pursued you to piss off Chuuya (who like most other members developed a small crush on you due to your ability) and as a challenge for himself to see if he could seduce a siren. He should’ve quit the game he started the moment he managed to steal a kiss from you. No… Actually, he shouldn’t have even started because the moment he got a taste of you, he couldn’t stop.

Your ability didn’t work on him, so he had no clue what made him eagerly push you against his desk as he tugged your hair or pressed you in the small corner of the supply closet, hands wrapped around your throat to keep you quiet. Maybe it had something to do with your face or body. He’d often seen your true face each time he touched you, nullifying the illusion spell that you’d cast, and he wouldn’t deny you were pretty. But he found many women easy on the eyes and never felt the urge to pathetically whimper out their names as he clung onto them desperately for release.

Dazai had finally come to the conclusion that his love for you likely was a cruel joke from the universe. Anything he would never want to lose was always lost. It was something he had learned early on in life and as he grew older, it began to hold more truth than he’d like. His feelings were stubborn, however, and he couldn’t help but find himself alone with you too often.

Tonight, you had finished a mission on Mori’s personal orders and you got home in the early hours of the morning, long before the sunrise. You weren’t disturbed or surprised when you noticed your door open ajar. You didn’t even reach for your pistol as you entered, instead, kicking your heels off and addressing the man you knew was here, “Back again?”

Dazai’s dark eyes remained on the revealing dress adorning your figure, mildly irritated with himself for feeling jealous of the man you murdered last night. He knew Mori had only assigned you to this case to spite the executive and he hated to admit the punishment was working, “How was the mission?”

“Fine,” you stated dryly as you removed the gun tied around your thigh, along with the empty vial of poison, not caring of the man’s stare, “A little too easy if you ask me.”

Dazai looked away for a split second, staring into his glass of whiskey before finishing it swiftly, “Hurry up and shower. I’ll be waiting in bed.”

You rolled your eyes but made no attempt to disobey him as you walked to your bathroom. You didn’t bother to shut the door, fully aware of the wandering eyes on you as you slowly undressed and turned on the hot water.

By the time you entered your bedroom in your bathrobe, you found the brunette sitting on your bed, flipping through one of your catalogs, “You should consider buying me a new nightgown or lingerie one of these days.”

Your comment was obviously meant to be playful but even with the laugh falling from his lips, you can tell it doesn’t reach his eyes, “I don’t really like the idea of clothes I bought ending up on the floor of a stranger.”

You paused as you dried your hair, lowering the towel slightly. You weren’t stupid, you had obviously noticed the subtle differences in his behavior since your first meeting. You had noticed his strange insistence on assigning you to missions that had nothing to do with him when he first realized his feelings. This flipped when he couldn’t help himself by visiting your apartment at least once a week and he began recruiting you for his own missions, which caught the attention of quite a few members.

Not only that, but his behavior and expressions had also shifted enough for you to notice he had developed feelings inappropriate for your arrangement, “If I didn’t know better, I’d assume you were jealous, Dazai.”

“Trust me, I’m not,” you both knew the truth but pretended to be oblivious. It was easier that way…

You dropped the towel on your chair and made your way towards your bed and you felt the urge to remind him of your relationship, “That’s good… I wouldn’t want to give you the wrong idea.”

The comment stung a little but the man effortlessly shrugged it off as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down next to him. You could already tell what he wanted and you closed your eyes before he even pulled you close enough to kiss. This caused him to groan in mild frustration, seeing how unaffected you were with these encounters but he quickly pushed the feeling away as he began to push the emerald-colored silk off your shoulders.

“You shouldn’t be taking direct orders from Mori, you’re my subordinate.”

You stared at him stunned for a second and bursted out into laughter, “Do you realize how crazy you sound? You aren't the boss… At least not yet.”

“I don’t care,” he mumbled against your collarbone as your nightgown finally fell down to your waist, exposing your bare body. 

You dismissed the comment, tilting your head back slightly for the brunette. His hands were wrapped around your waist and your own ran through his dark curls, “What do you want tonight?”

“Shouldn’t you know that already, mind reader.”

You let out an annoyed sigh as he ruined the mood. You weren’t even going to indulge him with an answer since you both knew your mind manipulation ability didn’t work on him, “Quit being snarky and let’s get to the point.”

His jaw clenched, a small frown making its way to his face but he stayed put, his hair tickling your neck as he began trailing kisses up your throat. Your fingers found their way to the ends of his eye bandage and you carefully untied it as he began marking your skin. Another sign that he was more comfortable with you than he’d like to admit. The gauze fell down when he pulled away for a few seconds.

“How was the mission? You didn’t give much details,” you sighed, his lips on your pulse. You could tell this conversation wasn’t sparked out of mere curiosity.

“The usual. I was sent to clean up after…,” you hesitated slightly. You assumed Mori hadn’t given him details of your assignment and you weren’t about to throw Akutagawa under the bus, “A member failed to kill a witness during a raid: a politician. Luckily, they’re always easy to manipulate.”

“I bet they are,” you gasped as he suddenly pressed you into the mattress, clearly not wanting to hear anymore. He expertly unbuttoned his suit jacket and tossed it on your floor, leaning down to taste your lips. You were quick to reciprocate the gesture as your fingers loosened his tie, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

He eventually pulled away, both of you breathing heavily, and the rest of his clothes soon found themselves on the hardwood floor, alongside your nightgown. His bandages also found their way off his body, a rare occurrence even when it came to sex (or any interaction for that matter).

You sat up, pushing him back a little as you reached into your drawer. He knew the protocol, despite being on birth control, you asked him to wear a condom for safety. He didn’t mind obviously, he was used to this. What really stung was seeing the various different brands and sizes, reminding him that he was just like all of your other playthings. He wasn’t special and he interpreted it as a lack of trust on your part. Obviously, he was known for sleeping around but if you cared enough, you would’ve known that he stopped that a few months into knowing you.

He didn’t vocalize his complaints, laying back down on the bed as you got on your knees in front of him. He could hear the sound of the package opening and shivered as you rolled the cold rubber onto his cock. You didn’t waste your time, your hands slowly stroking his cock as your lips gently pressed kisses against his thigh, causing him to let out a sigh, eyes closed as he relaxed further into the mattress. 

His hand found its way into your hair as you finally wrapped your lips around his tip and he groaned softly, grabbing onto your roots. He stayed fairly quiet as you bobbed your head up and down at a leisurely pace. The man could tell you were teasing him and frowned in annoyance, thrusting his hip. You let out a small gagging sound as he pressed your head further down onto him but adjusted to his length quickly, being accustomed to his impatient behavior.

He took control, fucking your mouth like a toy as you sucked his dick, face scrunched up as he focused on the sensation of your warm mouth wrapped around him. It didn’t take long for him to feel himself approaching his release and you moaned onto his member, knowing he would cum soon as his thighs trembled faintly. He hissed, pushing your head as far down as he could, hitting the back of your throat as came.

You pulled away, licking the flavored lube off your fingers as you stood up to grab a towel. The lanky man stayed on his back for a while, ignoring the dreadful sensation in his gut, ashamed of how quickly he’d give into pleasure just to be near you. He sighed, removing the condom and tossing it in the bin as he waited for you, finally sitting up and leaning against the bedframe. 

Once you were back, you cleaned him off and opened your bedside drawer once more but you hesitated for a few seconds as you stare at the boxes. Dazai frowned slightly, wondering what was wrong but before he could ask, you straddled his lap much to his shock, “Wha–”

You kissed him, tongue pushing past his lips, smiling in satisfaction. It wasn’t often someone could surprise the Demon Prodigy. You briefly pulled away, looking at his stunned expression, “I figured there’s no point wasting another one.”

“You taste like bubblegum,” he remarked, unable to think of anything else to say in the moment as you aligned his tip with your cunt. If he was stupid enough, he’d assume this meant more than it actually did. You let out a small snort at his comment as you slowly sank onto him with a gasp.

 “Yeah, it’s a new brand. Like it?” you mumbled, holding back a moan at the sensation of him stretching you out.

“Don’t use them with anyone else,” he ordered without thinking, head resting against the wooden frame as you took him inside of you bare. He knew this was most likely going to be a one time thing, so he was hoping the condoms would solidify his need to prove his importance to you even if he knew it wasn’t true.

You ignored him, eyes closing as you took him balls deep, a soft moan escaping your lips at the sensation. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest, causing you to grind against him, “Fuck…”

He took a deep breath, trying to control his heart. You’d always been more vocal than him in bed but he had a feeling you mostly did it for your partners. It was the same thing he did when he hooked up with someone for information, acting in the specific way he knew they’d like.  He couldn’t deny that he found it attractive but it was yet another reminder.

His nails dug into your waist as he tried pushing aside his feelings and he began helping your set a pace to ride him. You wrapped your arms around him, head tipped back as you whimper out his name. He grasped this opportunity and kissed the top of your chest before biting into it, hoping to mark you even more. He’d always noticed the sweet taste of your skin and the pleasant smell. If it weren’t for his ability, he would’ve assumed it had something to do with your siren spell.

Your moans and whines only grew louder as Dazai picked up his pace, relishing the sensation of fucking you without protection. Honestly, his delusions were telling him that if he filled you deep enough, you would get pregnant and you’d finally be his. He clung to the stupid thought, thrusting up into your cunt, small groans muffled against your skin as he screwed his eyes shut in concentration.

You reached down for your clit as you watched him through half-lidded, sensing that your night would end soon. The brunette’s eyes snapped open in annoyance as he slapped your hand away, “The hell do you think you’re doing?”

You shivered at the cold tone of his voice, clenching around him from the sterness and you gasped out in shock as his finger tip replaced yours. It took only a few more seconds for you to slump against him, body shaking as you cried out his name. He bit his lip hard in response, feeling the tight grip of your cunt on his cock, causing him to draw blood as he pushed himself as deep as he could before cumming, filling you with his warm seed.

You both stayed entangled for a minute, catching your breath as you recovered. Unsurprisingly, you were the first to pull away, standing up and grabbing the emerald robe on the ground to cover yourself.

“Feel free to shower before you leave, Dazai,” your voice was nonchalant as you stepped out of the room to fix yourself dinner, “I’ll take mine later.”

[ximenajamona12]

day 19!

I can't believe I made it🥹, I have never finishied one of these and now, thanks to maxime, I finally did!!!!, hell Yeah 🔥

[blackdigitalrose]

Tues - Yes! Pretty Cure 5 - EP 38 - 40

EP 38

Nothing much to report in this ep, just as Rin said, it was just another immersive storytelling ep. So, about half of Cinderella with a twist.

Urara a whole 9 years early.

XD so nonchalant about it all! But darn it, I want to root for these two but already know nothing comes of it >.< It feels more natural than Coco/Nozomi. (Less creepy to, he's her teacher)

Not shabby get ups but that is a peculiar choice of green. And let's be honest now, only one looks like a Prince, the other just looks like a Noble. (Nuts constantly being undersold despite supposedly being equal to Coco, although I don't remember if they ever specified that Coco was heir or not, in which case this would make sense)

Its no wonder the Palmier Kingdom fell, these two can do diddly squat and this ep puts so much unintended emphasis on it.

EP 39

And what exactly stopped her from catching it there and then and then just bringing it over? Is that not what those watches/bracelets are for?

And that's how you know it's serious, the guy opened his eyes! (Partially surprised he has them at all -.-'')

I really don't get it, they refer to them as both Prince's but only ever address them as friends, why are they not brothers if that is the case?

You just said you weren't finishied >.< although a rare Rin and Urara scene.

End Boss cameo, you're about ten eps too early but good gravy, that was the most repetitive conversation ever -.-

On the other hand, these two got a genuine legitimate moment together.

EP 40

They went 40 eps with out giving an inkling about this but spoiled the ep in the first few mins. That opening just had the plot smack you in the face.

But we randomly got a Vice Principal added to but this was really a nothing of an ep, Karen does seem to get the short straw with these eps.

After this though, we have 9 eps, one End Boss and 4 Sub bosses to get through... there's just no way they will all fit, Kawarino and Bloody especially haven't even had any delving into as characters. This final stretch feels like it is going to get quite rushed.

[clownfuckerrights]

Your fic The Final One is SO good, Im so obsessed with it! 😩

For a Clown prompt, how do you think he’d react to seeing the same reader from that fic being harassed by other survivors during a trial? I have nothing specific in mind but god do I love the thought of him being a touch protective and jealous/possessive all at the same time!

Don’t mind me, just going to reread your fic again 👀

thanks so much!!!! <3

okay so i might have gotten carried away and started an actual sequel to that fic bc of this prompt lmao - its getting too long but its not finished yet, so thought i'd drop a snippet! more to come soon :o)

“You gonna help on this gen or what?” Bill barks at you as you wander over quietly, surveying the area for the killer who had yet to make himself known. 

You flinch at the sound, throwing a glare over at Bill. “You wanna say that any louder?”

“Both of you, quit it.” Feng Min hisses beside you, already working on the generator at hand. 

Bill grumbles, focusing back on his work as you take the other side. A few moments pass in peace, save for the far off sound of Kate screaming, before he mutters something else. “Just seems like a funny coincidence, is all.”

“What are you talking about?” You murmur, trying to pay attention to the delicate work you had done time and time again. 

“You didn’t bring anything with you, you’re barely helpin’ us -”

“Wh - I’m sorry the entity didn’t bestow me with enough gifts to make things a tiny bit easier -”

“Pssh. What, you think she got favourites? You think I’d be one of ‘em?” He laughs roughly, his hands twitching against the wiring. The generator clunks and splutters before you loudly, and the three of you curse in unison. “Look what you made me do,” he grunts at you, before running off. 

“Like it’s my fault,” you murmur, watching as Feng Min dashes off behind him. “Feng Min, we’re almost do-!” You yell after her, before the large shadow towers over you, and you slowly follow the source of it. 

Dressed in a discoloured, stained white vest with a purple waistcoat, his stomach bulging out of the bottom, and striped purple trousers with makeup to match - was The Clown. 

Your stomach drops as you freeze in place, ready for him to grab you - but he doesn’t. He watches, a slow smile forming on his face. You glance back to the generator without moving your face, your hands still holding the wires together - you only needed to twist it and it would be finished - 

Your eyes meet his once more, and you realise he’s letting you do it. You do the final steps, and the generator roars to life beside you. He leans forward, his bulging form surrounding you in seconds, and whispers: “run.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You scramble to your feet, running as fast as you can in whatever direction was away from him. 

Your previous dalliance had been enough for him to give momentary pause, but not enough for him to let you go completely, it seems. You look back to see how far he is from you, finding him closer than expected - he was faster than you thought - and end up tripping over a bulging tree root, landing hard on the floor. You hurry to your feet, but he’s gained on you enough to slash the back of you with his trusted butterfly knife. The burst of pain pushes you forward those few extra steps, but you knew it wouldn’t be long before you’d be down again. 

You startle when you see Kate ahead of you, her looking up in time to see you barrelling towards her unintentionally - and she shines her torch into the clown’s eyes with a practiced motion, gesturing for you to follow after her as she runs. The clown groans, rubbing his eyes as he tries to get his sight back. 

As the two of you manage to get out of his line of sight, creeping behind the shed, Kate turns to you with a look of annoyance. “You led him right to me.”

“I didn’t mean to-”

“Can you just think about the other people on your team, for once?” She huffs, turning you around to tend to the wound on your back. 

“I was finishing the generator just now, how is that not-”

“Quiet,” Kate hushes you, irritatedly. She ties the bandage into place tightly, before thumping you on the back where your injury was. “There. Now go get ‘em.”

“Thanks,” you mutter, running into the nearest house. Maybe if you could find a medkit, next time you got attacked you wouldn’t have to rely on the others to help. You aren’t sure where they got such a negative view of you from - you’d helped them out plenty of times before, in various different trials. It didn’t always happen, but there were just times when those you could call friends in the Fog were no longer an ally in the trial. 

You figured it was best to just get on with it - get the generators done, and get out of here. You head upstairs in the house, searching for the various storage chests you could occasionally find in the domains. You come across a generator in a room of its own, a small window to the left of it with a good view of the forest outside. At least from this angle, you might see him coming.

You get to work, but the piercing scream of Kate perks your ears, and you look out the window in time to see her lugged over the clown’s shoulder, barely a chance to try and escape before he’s thrown her onto a hook. You think about vaulting the window to go and get her, when you see Bill dash in, trying to unhook her quickly - but the knife in his back drops him to the floor before he has a chance. The clown hovers above him, twirling his blood-coated knife in his hand, a garbled laugh coming out of his throat, followed by coughing.

You see Feng Min inch closer from behind him, flashlight in hand and ready to aim - but he turns with ease, grabbing her wrist before she can even shine it in his eyes. You hear the crack of her arm breaking as well as her scream, and see her fall to the ground, trying to back away from him. 

He scoops her up with ease, depositing her on another nearby hook. You can see Bill from here, trying to hide in the foliage; if you could just get to him, you could both grab the others at the same time. But…

You look at the generator you’re still working on. The last one - if you finished this first, you would all have a better chance of survival. You just needed… a little bit more time. 

Convinced that Bill’s hiding place was sturdy enough, you focus on the generator, desperately willing it to go faster.

Your heart is beating in your ears as you get down to the wire, before a deep voice clears its throat beside you. 

“What the -” you utter, looking up in surprise to see the clown standing directly behind you, grinning down at you. Your fingers falter, and the generator blows a gasket in front of you. He laughs then, your progress now deemed worthless. Before you can stand and make it for the window, he shoves you harshly back against the generator, the valves digging into the back of your head. 

Suddenly his groin is pressing against your face; the harsh fabric of his purple pants grinding against your nose as his bloodied hands tangle into your hair. “Been missin’ that hole of yours,” he starts with, his covered semi-erect cock pressing against your cheek. “Thought I’d give a different one a go.” 

“Ungh,” you manage to utter through the constant movement, pushing at his legs. “Let me go -”

“You don’t want a taste of my cock after last time? You were beggin’ for it by the end.”

“I was not,” you huff. “You’re thinking of someone else.”

“Nah,” he mutters, gripping your hair in his hand, before… gently curling it around his fingers. “I know it was you. I remember you real good.”

“Sure you do,” you utter. “Like you don’t do this to everyone -”

He grins down at you, his fat fingers stroking your face as he unzips his pants, pushing them down until only a thin piece of cotton separates his cock from your face. You can see the damp spot forming by the head, feel the wetness as he brushes it against your cheek again.

“Jus’ you, dollface.” He mutters, his belly pressing against the top of your head like a weight, almost keeping you in place as he grinds against you. He groans as he does so, and you stop trying to push back at his legs; finding it useless to resist. The sound of cannonfire, one after the other, startles you back to reality - Feng Min and Kate had died waiting for your help. 

The guilt tries to overwhelm you, but the clown just laughs. “Don’t tell me you actually gave a shit about them. They didn’t give a damn about you.”

“But they still helped me.” You murmur. Maybe if you tried to jump out the window now, you could find Bill - you could redeem yourself from this mistake -

The clown tugs his underwear down, his thick cock springing to life, gently thwacking against your cheek. He brushes it against your lips, the wetness smeared across them. “Now you can help me,” he grins, rutting against you. “Open that pretty mouth for me.”

You hesitate for a moment, trying to think. “Will you let Bill go if I do this?”

He grunts down at you, his frown clear with his vibrant makeup. “You wanna sacrifice yourself for him?”

You shrug. “Why should I get to survive?”

The clown huffs, tapping his dick against your face. “Fine. Now open that hole for me.”

You part your lips, his cock immediately pushing its way inside to the warm wet heat. He groans instantly, humping your mouth with vigor. Your hands can only grasp at his legs or gut, unable to get purchase on anything else as he shoves his cock down your throat. You’re grateful for your lack of gag reflex, and he seems to be too - pushing deep, deep into your throat with each thrust. The taste was less than desirable, the smell too - and yet, for some insane reason… 

Your hand trails down to the throbbing heat forming between your legs. 

Annoyingly, he notices; and a chuckle escapes him. “Filthy, aren’t ya? Don’t take much to get you riled up.”

You try to form a response, but he just pushes in deeper until his balls rest against your chin. You glare at him in annoyance. 

“Go on, touch yourself. Get all ready for me.”

Hardly able to argue with him, you slip your fingers under the waistband of your underwear, sliding your hand down until you can feel the heat flooding your most sensitive areas.

He pulls his dick from your throat, letting you breathe while he wipes the spittle across your cheek, smirking down at you with dark eyes. He grabs the nearest lock of your hair, feeling the softness between his fingers for a moment, before wrapping it around his cock, rutting against your hair. You could take the momentary pause to find a way to escape, look for Bill…

Or you could lean closer and run your tongue along his testicles. He bucks against your face, his balls slapping against you - he looks down in surprise in time to see you meet his eyes, and gently suck at his balls until they fill your mouth instead. His breaths get heavier as he grips his cock, his fingers moving quickly as he watches you work. With both in your mouth, you glide your tongue over and around them, feeling the way his whole body twitches against you. 

“Ungh, my perfect little whore,” he praises in a raspy voice. “Your holes were made for me-”

The moan you release is involuntary, humming around his balls. He bucks against you again, and you can feel something damp dripping into your hair. He grunts loudly, aggressively thrusting a few more times, before he steps back, letting his balls slip out of your mouth. The wetness on your scalp dribbles down to your forehead. You wipe it off with a finger, unthinkingly pressing it to your lips to taste. 

“Come on, clean me too.” He grunts, waving his flaccid dick in your face. He rubs it against your lips before you can do it yourself, sucking the remaining mess from his length with no objections. He pulls out before you can go much further, grabbing you from the floor and heaving you over his shoulder. You begin to panic - you didn’t realise he’d hook you right away - 

You start squirming against him, and he laughs heartily at your attempts, smacking you on the ass as he goes. “You’re lucky I found you in a house this time. You get the honour of being pounded on a bed.”

You go still in his arms as he heads across the hall into a bedroom, surprised. “You aren’t hooking me yet?”

“Not ‘til I pumped ya full of my cream,” he says, chuckling to himself. The laugh swiftly devolves into a coughing fit, and he haphazardly throws you onto the bed, watching you bounce a little. He clears his throat, pulling his trusted butterfly knife from his pocket as he advances towards you. 

“You taking a souvenir this time?” You ask, eyeing the knife warily. 

He chuckles. “Not yet.” The bed dips as he gets on top of you, holding the blade to your clothes as he drags it along. The fabric slices through with ease, and he pushes away the discarded material that used to be your clothes until you lay there, naked and bare beneath him. 

more to come soon!

[mangywayway]

Not me putting my alarm at 3am just to follow the pokemon world champion finals lol (it's okay, I finishy shift at 1 am anyways)

We (as Italians I mean) haven't been in the final in a really long time, no way I'm gonna lose it for something so trivial as sleep (⁠´⁠⊙⁠ω⁠⊙⁠`)

[imagrindylow]

Duplicity - Chapter 9 - Girls Night

Past Sebastian Sallow / f!Slytherin!Reader; Unrequited Ominis Gaunt / Reader; Garreth Weasley / Reader 2k Words Content Warning: Hurt/Comfort, Angst Chapter Summary: You and Imelda have a much needed girls night out, and she helps you work up the confidence to tell your crush how you feel. Good thing she's convinced you, because he's just shown up at the bar. Overall Work Summary: After your long term relationship with Sebastian Sallow ends, you're left to lean on your friends for support. While you try to move on and find happiness again, you come to realize that not all of the friends helping you actually have your best interests in mind.

Chapter Index Ao3 Link, if you prefer to read there.

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That evening while the rest of the castle was heading to the Great Hall for dinner, you and Imelda were heading out of the Slytherin common room and out of the castle, to take the pleasant walk to Hogsmeade to go to The Three Broomsticks. It was clear Imelda was ready to jump right back into the banter from this morning as she immediately started asking questions as the two of you made your way across the school grounds. “We’ve talked all about Ominis. What about Garreth?” Imelda asked, her voice teasing, she already knew how you felt, only wanted to hear you say it and satiate her need for gossip.

You let out a sigh as though you didn’t feel like talking about him, but the blush that crept across your face at the mere mention of his name said otherwise. “He’s been really sweet and kind to me this weekend. I mean, he always had been before, too… But he’s been a great listener. He let me cry all about Ominis to him earlier.” You smiled as you thought of the time you spend in the courtyard earlier. After what a mess happened with the three of you after breakfast, just his presence and kind nature did wonders to calm you down.

“Of course he let you. So… are you going to tell him how you feel, or are the two of you just going to keep dancing around the topic?” She chuckled a bit before she continued. “I saw how the two of you looked at each other at the ball. Everyone did. You two were disgustingly cute.”

You hummed a bit, thinking of how to reply as the two of you walked along. You weren’t sure if it was a good time to talk with him about it, with everything going on with you at the moment, if you were being honest with yourself… But at the same time, you so wanted to just let him know and kiss that freckled face of his.

“Do you think I should tell him?” You asked Imelda, not being able to come to a conclusion yourself.

“Obviously I do. You know I’m not one to beat around the bush. What’s the worst that can happen? A little more heartbreak? You’re a pro with that at this point.”

“Great, very helpful.” You chuckled and rolled your eyes at her. She wasn’t wrong though. Whatever would come from it, you could handle it at this point.

Eventually the two of you made it over the little stone bridge into Hogsmeade and over to The Three Broomsticks. The pub was lively and atmosphere was warm and welcoming. The crowd was mostly older, lots of wizards and witches gathering for dinner whilst the students for the most part were back at the castle.

You and Imelda found a table upstairs where chatting would be a little bit easier, surrounded by less noise, and with an optimal view over the railing at the lower level, which would make for nice people watching and gossiping. You each ordered drinks and dinner, and enjoyed chatting and finally letting your mind relax from the bouts of stress that had taken over your weekend. By the time the two of you were finished with dinner you were both working towards being two drinks in, and feeling quite warm and much better than you had at any other point today.

The older crowd in the pub was slowly trickling out as the evening progressed and more students started filling in for a few drinks to close out their weekend. Imelda was watching over the railing as you were finishing off your second drink, the large glass mug obstructing your view when she excitedly shoved your arm suddenly, making you bump the glass into your teeth. “Was that necessa-” You began to scold but she cut you off before you could even finish your thought. “Look who’s walked in.” Her voice was sing song and teasing, she nudged your arm again.

You set your mug down and peeked over the railing, seeing Garreth and Leander make their way inside and pulling up stools at the bar below.

“Oh. Yes, it was necessary, then.” You eyes widened and your cheeks tinged pink at the sight of Garreth, the smitten look on your face was only exasperated by the alcohol.

“Mhmm.” She smirked at your reaction. “I think the evening has just gotten more interesting.”

“It has. For both of us.” You teased and shot her a knowing look. She hadn’t divulged all of the details but you knew that she and Leander had really enjoyed their time at the ball together. “Shall we call them up here?”

Imelda scoffed but her flushed cheeks spoke volumes. She got a devilish look on her face before she spoke. “Naw, lets mess with them a bit first.”

“What did you have in mind?” You asked her with a raised brow.

Imelda tore the corner off of a napkin on the table and wet it with the condensation on the side of her mug. She balled up the paper and flicked it down over the balcony at Leander. The two of you cackled as the paper hit him in the head and he turned to scan the pub and the patrons behind him, failing to identify who’d have done it. She did it a second time and he turned quickly to again check for the culprit and again came up with more questions than answers.

The two of you clasped your hands over your mouths to stifle your laughter as Leander brought the flying paper balls to Garreth’s attention. Garreth seemed to find the situation much funnier than Leander did.

You were already tearing a piece of the napkin apart and dampening it when Imelda looked to you to encourage you to get in on the prank. You used your wand to send the little ball of paper flying directly into Garreth’s cheek. He brushed his face with his hand before wiping his cheek on his sleeve. The pair of them looked all around, confusion on their faces, until Garreth finally looked up.

Garreth’s gaze met yours and a wild grin spread across his face, he nudged Leander and nodded up in yours and Imelda’s direction. Leander chuckled and rolled his eyes. The boys shared a few words between themselves, before leaning over the bar and speaking with the bartender. Before you knew it, two butterbeers were gliding through the air gracefully towards you and Imelda, and landing on your table, one in front of each of you.

You and Imelda shared a glance before leaning over the railing and gesturing to the boys, thanking them for the drinks. You really expected them to make their way right upstairs to join the two of you, but they turned back to each other, leaning in and chatting while sitting at the bar.

“They sent us drinks and aren’t coming up here?” You questioned Imelda. “That’s odd, isn’t it?”

She shrugged. “I’m sure they will, after they get some liquid courage into their veins.”

Watching them more closely, it appeared Imelda was probably right. They each had a mug of butterbeer in front of them, and were currently each taking a shot of what appeared to be fire whiskey together, shooting little glances up at the two of you, then chatting back to each other, laughing, and having a good time.

“So, you’re going to tell him right?” Imelda pushed the topic again, playfully nudging your arm and sighing, “I don’t know what you’re waiting for.” She sipped her drink. “I was just worried it might be too soon, I suppose.”

Imelda let out an exasperated sigh. She began really walking you through her thought process and reasoning. “Well, you’re over Sebastian, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” You nodded. Of course you were. He hurt you, made you feel like you’d been used. It stung for awhile but his most recent apology really did bring much needed closure to that chapter of your life.

She nodded along with you, swigging from her drink. “And Ominis fucked up, he’s got no chance, correct?”

You rolled your eyes at the question. “Obviously.” Obviously, that ship had sailed. It really might have worked out, if he hadn't been such an insolent git, but, he was. His loss.

“So go for it already! It’s not too early if it’s what you really want.” She widened her eyes as though to stress her point, speaking to you as though you were really quite the oblivious idiot, and maybe you were.

You let her words sit with you for a few moments. She really was right. You’d been sweet on him for awhile. If you were being honest with yourself, looking back a few years, you could have easily ended up with him rather than Sebastian to begin with. But that isn’t how it played out. But now? Now you really felt like there was a chance.

You took a heavy sip from your drink and set the mug down resolutely as you’d made up your mind. “I’ll tell him. Tonight.”

“Good! Finally. I was wondering if I’d ever be able to get you to see reason. Glad I was persistent, I think it will pay off for you.” It sounded as though Imelda let of a sigh of relief. She swigged from her butterbeer, and licked the froth from her lip.

You peered over the railing, and motioned for Imelda to do the same, the boys were finishing up their drinks and grabbing seconds. A few moments later, they were rising from their bar stools, drinks in their hands, and making their way towards the stairs. The two of you shared a look of excitement.

“It’ll be almost like a double date.” Imelda said with a smirk, quietly, while the boys were still out of earshot.

A moment later, the boys were setting their drinks down on your table and pulling out the empty chairs to join you and Imelda. Leander sat beside Imelda, looking rather red in the face as she greeted him with a quick kiss on the cheek. Garreth made a mock gagging sound at his friends expense, making Imelda roll her eyes, and making you giggle. You looked at Garreth quite fondly as he sat beside you, the warmth you felt looking in his eyes not brought on by the alcohol, but by the feeling his presence gave you. Garreth’s cheeks flushed red, a grin spreading across his face as he returned your gaze.

“Oh gods... and you gag at us? Please.” Leander scoffed, feeling much more confident about Imelda’s display of affection now, because you and Garreth looked positively and pathetically love sick.

You and Garreth both snapped out of it, with a bit of an awkward giggle shared between you. You sipped your drink. He struck up a conversation about Quidditch with Imelda, and from there, the conversation came easily between all four of you.

Another round of butterbeers were ordered, as well as a round of fire whiskey shots. The several drinks you’ve had at this point definitely helped your nerves, and let you relax comfortably at Garreth’s side. His arm laid across the back of your chair with his palm cupping your shoulder and thumb idly stroking the fabric of you blouse.

At one point, after another hour of chatting, and drinking, and laughing heartily, the evening was beginning to wind down, it was a Sunday after all, and there were classes in the morning. The other students who had filed in were beginning to head back to the castle, and Sirona and her other employees were starting to wipe down the tables as they began to empty.

Imelda was the first to speak of leaving, as she finished her final drink of the evening. “I’m going to be heading back. I need to be well rested for my flying skills to be as sharp as possible.” She scooted her chair back, standing up, and running her fingers along one of Leander’s shoulders, beckoning for him to leave with her.

She winked at you, a knowing look on her face. She may have had some plans with Leander, but you knew she was leaving early, above all, to give you time to speak with Garreth alone. Before they left, they stopped at the bar counter and paid their portions of the bill. Imelda waved up at you one last time before she and Leander disappeared through the front doors.

Next Chapter

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[t0jil]

Debating between drawing my two fav oc in tragic settings, or Geto, or finishy Kobeni digital drawing, or finally draw Dream seriously again and not just a doodle UGHH

[definehairs]

Finding the Best Balayage Salon in Vaughan for a Stunning Hair Transformation

Balayage has become one of the most sought-after hair coloring techniques, offering a natural, sun-kissed look that blends seamlessly with your hair. Whether you want soft caramel highlights, bold blonde streaks, or a trendy ash-toned gradient, choosing the right balayage salon in Vaughan is key to achieving the perfect style.

With numerous salons offering balayage services, finding a place that specializes in this intricate technique requires careful research. In this article, we’ll explore what makes a balayage salon in Vaughan stand out, how to choose the right stylist, and what to expect from your balayage experience.

What Is Balayage?

Balayage is a French hair coloring technique that involves hand-painting highlights onto sections of hair to create a natural and blended look. Unlike traditional foils, balayage results in soft, low-maintenance highlights that grow out beautifully. This technique is perfect for those who want a more natural effect without harsh regrowth lines.

Why Choose a Professional Balayage Salon in Vaughan?

1. Expert Colorists with Specialized Training

Balayage is an art that requires precision and skill. A professional balayage salon in Vaughan will have expert colorists trained in freehand painting techniques to create seamless, customized highlights that complement your skin tone and hair texture.

2. High-Quality Products for Healthier Hair

Reputable salons use high-quality hair products that nourish and protect your hair during the coloring process. Look for salons that use ammonia-free, keratin-infused, or bond-repairing formulas to maintain hair health and shine.

3. Customization for Every Hair Type

Not all balayage results are the same. A top balayage salon in Vaughan will personalize your treatment based on your hair type, length, and desired outcome. Whether you have dark brown, blonde, or even fashion-colored hair, a skilled stylist will tailor the technique to suit you.

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One of the biggest advantages of balayage is its low maintenance. Unlike traditional highlights that require frequent touch-ups, balayage grows out gracefully, meaning fewer salon visits. However, the expertise of the stylist plays a big role in how well your balayage lasts over time.

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1. Check Online Reviews and Ratings

Before booking an appointment, browse online reviews on Google, Yelp, or Instagram to see what previous clients have to say. A top-rated balayage salon in Vaughan will have positive testimonials and a strong online presence showcasing their work.

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A salon’s Instagram page or website is a great place to check out before-and-after balayage transformations. If you like their work and the results align with your expectations, it’s a good sign that the salon specializes in balayage.

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A good balayage stylist will always offer a consultation before the actual coloring session. During this time, they will assess your hair’s condition, discuss your goals, and suggest the best shades to enhance your natural beauty.

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Balayage is an investment, so it’s essential to understand the pricing structure. Some salons offer balayage packages that include toning and deep conditioning treatments. Also, ask about recommended maintenance appointments to keep your balayage looking fresh.

What to Expect During a Balayage Appointment

Consultation – Your stylist will discuss the look you want and assess your hair’s health.

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[randomsincerethoughts]

Finally finishied with Heir of Fire

What a roller coaster ...

[ultimatecutenesspeaks]

Soon shuichi persona appears it has completely appearance of detective of old England with pistol in his hand and detective magnifying glass shuichi Sherlock let finishi this

UB: ...Really? Sherlock?

UC: Come on, it fits him really well.

*Sherlock uses Deduction to figure out the Shadow's weakness, then he fires a bullet straight through the Shadow's head before attacking with Bufudyne, and the Shadow is finally defeated.*

[wrathfl]

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[neon-moon-beam]

Seeing a lot of kneejerk reactions, so I thought I’d offer some perspective...

Just gonna throw this out there...

Do we have any information that any of what dropped tonight is canon at all?

I own and have seen a few art books for Legend of Zelda, and they often include character designs that went unused, as well as ideas that were scrapped or changed. For all we know, this is earlier concept art and a backstory for Ingo that got changed for the final cut.

Some spoilers for PLA follow.

Edit: As of April 16th, the authenticity of the leaks has been verified, but questions as to whether or not the concept art of Ingo is canon remain. I posted about that here.

Wondering because there’s concept art of Ingo laying on the ground and a Pearl Clan member finding him, yet in the game itself, Ingo tells us he was “standing there in bafflement” when the Pearl Clan found him.

It also seems a little weird that he could have been in Hisui for over a decade and yet his memory loss is presented as more urgent to the player, as though it were recent. Even weirder is how quickly a single talk with the player caused him to vaguely remember Chandelure and Emmet, and a single battle caused him to remember even more. You’re telling me in 10+ years he never had any memories jogged by having a conversation with someone, nor did he ever battle anyone else? His talk with the player wasn’t especially deep nor about any topics that would have reminded him about his life in Unova, and seeing how most of the other Wardens battle (even though they do things like send out three Pokemon on one), he’s almost definitely done it before, even if just to instruct someone on how to do it.

Then there’s also that Volo asks Ingo if he thinks the Space-Time Rift caused his memory loss. Considering no one else has amnesia, other than the player to an extent that’s debatable and the player is believed by everyone to have come from the Rift, this isn’t Volo asking Ingo if the Rift somehow targeted him and erased his memories. He’s most likely asking Ingo if coming through the Rift (whether or not Ingo actually did is also debatable) caused it. I can’t find the source, but I was sure an NPC mentioned the Rift had only been there a few months. But in any case, it seems the Rift is much more recent than decades ago; people are concerned about it and the events associated with it are all recent, seeming to happen fairly shortly before the player’s arrival, and getting more intense after. And if the Rift had been open for decades, people would be desensitized to it for the most part. It would have become a fact of life and we’d have younger people who had never known a time before it. Instead, even children find the Rift concerning.

The few details we have on a single scanned page and what we’re told and shown in game aren’t exactly adding up yet.

It’s also no secret that PLA as it is now lacks a conclusive ending for even the main plot (we’ve caught Arceus, now what?) It’s also a relatively shorter game compared to other Pokemon titles. It’s possible that they had other plans that were cut short or omitted for the final cut.

And as other people are starting to point out, Ingo being in Hisui for over a decade doesn’t line up with the time between D/P/Pt/BDSP and BW. Caitlin is 14 in Platinum, and an adult in Gen 5. So besides Ingo needing to return by then, even if it had been over a decade, he can’t go from being in his 50s back to being in his 30s (unless Arceus just undoes everything that happened with PLA or something to that effect).

People are also taking certain phrases out of context for now; we don’t have a whole translation. The page in question barely has any text on it; there’s likely another page with fuller details.

Also kind of funny that people are freaking out over the idea that Ingo could be older. Ingo and Emmet were never shown to be people who have just entered adulthood. They were probably around 30 in 5th Gen at least. They could have receding hairlines at 30. Some guys I went to high school with had receding hairlines before finishing college. For anyone who is not 30 yet and reading this, just wait until you’re 30. There’s a lot they don’t tell you about how your body will change (and not all of it is bad!) because of society’s focus on remaining youthful and hiding all evidence of aging.

Anyway, it’s 6 AM. I’m tired. Please don’t blow up my notes or inbox, I just thought I’d throw this out there because all I’m seeing is panic. We need more information, folks.