#give me nice sissi moments

[trashrattt]

I totally think Code lyoko should have it's talked about reboot, mostly because

- when it came to Carthage, the most canon explanation from Franz himself, the explanation only lasts about 1 minute and 25 seconds, and nothing else comes of it

Sure, we knew why Xana was created, but like, Franz never really said Xana stopped it as it was his main intended purpose, why Xana was made to begin with, so like, that's a real issue in canon consitering Franz wanted to stop the project but never got to consitering Xana gained autonomy and all

And like, Carthage was kind of hinted at to be a bad thing too, you'd think that could be a real issue in universe

- spent 3 whole seasons building on this one character only not to do much with it at all and give him a really bad rep in universe afterwards

Okay, you know me, I like William an abnormal amount, but with all things considered, he wasn't a character to begin with, neither was a plot device imo

Yeah, he absolutely has no personality, argue with the wall if you need to

So like, yeah, he got posessed, but then what? Sure he was used to try to throw Aelita into the Digital sea, but like, tarantulas could do the same thing with those long ass arms, they could just use them as bats

And you've literally seen megatanks push her closer to the digital sea when she used a energy field as a sheild of sorts, so really, what was the point of him to begin with of other monsters could do the same thing no problem

And after a whole season of dawdling around, the writers rushed the whole "set him free" arc after ignoring it for basically the whole season, like there wasn't any episodes besides cold sweat where the characters actively try to break him free, you'd think there would be a little more give from the characters considering how #depressed Yumi was

(and yes, I know the show says, "I made ___ program" but let us see the FAILURE!!!!)

Even then, when he came back, the characters all decide "fuck this, you ain't shit to me" and dropkick him back to his life without any support, like dude lost months of his life without something he either remembers or blanked out on

- character writing in season four

Okay, this isn't really a reason why, it's more of saying "Why did you make your characters worse, we deserve better"

Because Odd in season four just became an absolutely terrible person, man

Constantly throwing his freinds under the bus just for some scheme he pulled or literally abusing the fact that he knows about Lyoko as a point to say to the others "This is why we're friends!!!1!@1!!" Even though at this point their friendship is downright terrible, like to the point where they just want to get Lyoko dealed with so they can fall apart like a poorly put together cup with scotch taped all over it

Imo nobody seemed to like each other as opposed to season 1 and 2 where they talked casually, like they had an actual friendship going on, not like "so, what's new on Lyoko, I want this shit dealt with today..." they were actual friends who did stuff together and had fun, I miss that :<

Anyways that was a more personal take, but season 4 just leaves a bad taste in my mouth with that rushed ending of theirs

Uhm oops, this was a long rant of what I dislike about the show, I was supposed to make this post simply to tell you guys what I'd propose for a continuation

Here's what I'd do:

Consitering Carthage was an abandoned idea from the depths of season 2, we build on that again

I'm imagining a non-terribly written Evo mixed with the chronicles, like bitch I actually love the idea of Ulrichs dad being tied in with Carthage simply because like, it would make so much sense (absolutely don't pull a chronicles though making EVREYONES mothers under the sun being tied in, that was stupid)

I'm also thinking, the antagonist we have is still a program, but it isn't Xana like in main series

Sure, they're simular, but it's a remnant from Carthage that has the same ideas as Xana, but worse (this is all first draft, but that's like the main idea that could work)

Also, give Will and actual personality this time, not just this "I'm soooooo sad" attitude that any traumatized character has, he has the potential to be COMPLEX!!!!

Kids cartoons nowadays are getting complex so don't say "Oh no they can't, it's a kids cartoon"

Anyways I'm hoping they build off of Carthage because that would be a PERFECT continuation aauaghh

Enjoy (?) My unexpected rant, idk

[aanoia]

Orphic (pt. 5)

pairing; Ao'nung x Sully!reader Orphic; (adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding words; 1,737 warnings; nothing Pt. 1; Pt. 2; Pt. 3; Pt. 4; Pt.6 I do not like this chapter very much. Not just because of it's contents, I feel like it was poorly written and it is unedited :) Eventually I'll go back in and make it better, I just wanted to get a post out for you guys. <3

A few days later, Y/n sits with a permanent smile on her face as she weaves together the ends of a necklace. She expertly makes a slip knot, so it doesn't have to be re-tied every time it's put on. She smiles at the finished necklace, and glances at her satchel filled with other ones. She's finished all of the necklaces, and she's never been more excited to give them out.

She stands, her satchel in hand. She digs through it and pulls out the smallest one. It's decorated with pretty rocks and beads. She walks over to Tuk and Kiri and sits next to them.

“I've got something for the two of you.” She says with a grin, taking out another necklace. She hands one to Tuk, and the other to Kiri. The girls grin as they take then, and Tuk jumps up in joy.

“I love it, sissy!” She wraps her arms around her sisters neck, hugging her tightly. 

Kiri smiles gratefully at her, “Thank you, Y/n.” 

Y/n nods, patting Tuk's back, “Of course. I love you, Tuk, but I gotta give ‘Teyem and Lo'ak their necklaces as well.”

Tuk nods and pulls away, putting her necklace on with a grin. Y/n stands again and goes to her brothers, giving them there's as well. Neteyam thanks his sister with a soft smile, and Lo'ak pretends to hate it but puts it on immediately and hisses when Y/n tries to take it back. She goes to her parents and a wide grin is on her face when they accept the gifts with smiles and hugs.

As the family walks to last meal, there's a bounce in the girls step. Once they make it to their friends, Y/n promptly hands a necklace to Rotxo and Tsireya (it should be noted that their necklaces contained only materials from the forest, so it's a different kind of special). Ao'nung watches her hand out the necklaces with a soft smile, and it grows once she sits next to him. 

“Do I get one too?” He asks softly, nudging her knee with his.

She nods, taking her satchel and pulling out another necklace. This one is different. It's a mix of the ocean and the forest. Small shells and beads line the chord, and the centerpiece is a large crystal, a deep green color. Ao’nung takes the necklace gently, studying it for a long few seconds. He glances up at Y/n, his eyes sparkling.

“I love it, it's beautiful.” He says softly. The stone rests in his hand, “What is it?”

“Zeswa tskxe, it was my favorite thing to find back at home… and I thought you'd like it.” She smiles sheepishly, her eyes trained on the necklace. 

He looks at her, his eyes full of affection, “Help me put it on.” He commands softly, taking off the one he was already wearing. 

“You just put it over your head.” She raises a brow, a small smile on her face. He rolls his eyes, and carefully puts his necklace over her head. She stares at him, her eyes widened slightly as he adjusts it to sit nicely on her chest. 

“Help me, please.” He repeats quietly, holding the necklace out to her. She nods with a small smile and lifts it over her head. She gently pulls his curls out from under the cord, and adjusts it accordingly. She smiles softly, following the cord around his neck until she reaches the center part. Her hands flatten against his chest for a moment, and Lo’ak gags.

“Ew, guys, chill out.” He teases and Tsireya hits his arm, scolding him quietly. Y/n scoffs a laugh at him and shakes her head, retracting her hands. 

“Skxawng.” She glares at him and he sticks his tongue out. Ao’nung laughs at the scene, shaking his head.

“You guys are ridiculous.” He says quietly, a big smile on his face. He loves his friends, his people. (Not people as in his clan people, people as in the people he wants to spend the rest of his life with.)

The rest of last meal goes smoothly. It’s filled with smiles and laughs, true happiness. The group of children are the loudest, their giddiness spreading to the rest of the clan, and suddenly everyone was smiling and laughing. The contagious joy made the Olo’eyktan smile at his people, especially his children. Letting the Sully family stay with them was probably one of the best things he’s done for them as their father, as he gave them lifelong friends. Unbeknownst to him, his wife sits with a scowl, deep in thought. She’s thankful her children are happy, but the pairing of the eldest children cannot happen. It will never work out. 

There's a knock on the frame of the Sully family, and the flap opens to reveal the Tsahik of the Metkayina. Her expression is anything but happy, in fact it's angry and if one looks closely, mournful. The head of the family stands, and looks at Ronal with his brows drawn. His mate stands beside him, her tail flicking behind her as she looks the woman up and down.

“Ronal, do you need something?” Jake asks firmly, but softly, so as to not start unnecessary conflict.

“I must speak to your eldest daughter privately.” Her gaze drifts behind the two adults and lands on the girl. Y/n swallows thickly, hesitantly standing up. She walks towards the entrance of the marui, but her mother holds her arm art, stopping her child by the abdomen.

“What is it you must speak to her about?” She asks shortly, the faintest hiss behind her words.

Ronal lifts her chin, “Her relationships with my son.”

Jake looks between his family and the woman, “Shouldn't we speak about this together?”

“You will let me speak to your daughter privately, Jakesuli. I am your Tsahik.” Ronal hisses, fire in her eyes. 

Jake sighs, speaking up before his mate can, “Alrigh, alright, it's all good. Come on, babygirl.” He gently takes the girls arm and pulls her forward. “It's alright. Don't take too long, yeah? It's getting late.”

“Jake,” Neytiri hisses quietly. Jake ignores his mate, staring intently at Ronal.

The woman takes Y/n by the wrist and nods shortly, before pulling the girl out of the marui. She leads her a bit aways, so no one can hear, and turns to the girl. 

“You and my son, do you plan to mate?” She questions suddenly, and Y/n's breath catches in her throat.

“Are we- what?” She asks incredulously.

“Do you plan to mate?” She repeats, this time slower as if she views Y/n as stupid.

“I mean… I don't know.” Her face burns as her gaze lowers to the sand. “Maybe?”

Ronal inhales deeply, “I cannot have it. You must cut all relations with my son.”

Y/n's head whips up, and her eyes are wide, “Cut all relations? I don't understand.”

“If you were to mate with my son, you would be expected to be the Tsahik of the Metkayina. But my clan would never accept you and your demon blood.” 

Y/n swallows the lump in her throat, “I'm the daughter of Toruk Makto-”

“No, you are not.” She hisses.

“I am. And I'm the birth daughter of two mighty warriors. It would not be a shame to be my mate.”

Ronal's nostrils flare, and she braces the girl by her shoulders, “You will no longer see my son! He deserves more than a reject mate.” Y/n's first instinct is to shoot back, but she doesn't even have time to think before Ronal speaks up again. “Or you may consider your family's uturu gone.”

Y/n looks at her with her mouth slightly gaped, “You’re threatening me?” Her voice is soft and filled with disbelief. 

“I’m giving you a choice.” Ronal corrects. 

Y/n's eyes water slightly as she thinks, she swallows thickly. “Okay… fine. I won't see him anymore.” Her head bows in shame.

Ronal nods once, and her hands retreat. “I'm very sorry, child. It is simply what's best for my clan, and my son.”

Y/n nods, “May I go?”

Ronal hesitates and the reality of the situation sets in and she can’t help the small feelings of regret peak in. “Yes, you may. Enjoy your night.”

Y/n walks back to her family’s marui with a heavy heart. Her feet drag as she ponders over what just happened, a deep frown on her face. She was given an impossible ultimatum. And she had to choose her family, but she can’t help but already grieve the relationship lost. Whatever she had had with Ao’nung must be gone now, and it was so painful. Worse than a thousand bullets in the thigh.

She enters quietly, and all eyes are on her. She knew immediately, that despite the hurt of losing him, it was all worth it for them. She smiles softly at everyone, a twinge of sadness in her eyes. Her father sighs softly, and opens his arms quietly, beckoning her in for a hug. She accepts, and speeds to his arms. He wraps his arms around her safely, instinctually rubbing her back comfortingly. 

“I’ve got you, babygirl.” He whispers quietly, and Y/n nods against his chest, hugging him tightly. 

After a moment, Y/n looks up. Jake’s heart clenches, to him in this moment, she’s a young child again, clinging to him after she scraped her knee. “Dad?”

He tucks hair behind her ear, “What’s up?”

“Did we end up stealing any of those board games?” She asks quietly. 

Lo’ak stands, and moves to his bag. He rummages through it as his father shakes his head, unaware of anything being brought. Lo’ak smiles proudly as he pulls out a very beat up version of Monopoly.

He holds it up like a trophy, “Actually, dad, we did.” All attention went to him, and Tuk cheered. She loves board games, even though she never wins. 

Y/n smiles, “Everyone, let’s play. Please.”

The family doesn’t hesitate to gather in a circle as Lo’ak sets the game up. Y/n finally pulls away from Jake, but stays close to him. Sometimes all one needs to feel better is their father’s love, and game night with their family so the rage of their brothers can distract them from the anger within.

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Guide for Black Doms to make white sissy

Found this Guide on another unrelated site;  it describes how to make white bois into sissies for use by Superior Black Masters, and would willingly submit to have this done to me!

This is a guide for Superior Black Men that want to usurp their rights over crossdressing white boys. I will tell you the weaknesses and inner desires of white boys, so that you may more easily enslave and own them. If you want an obedient and addicted white boy, read on.

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1) Getting a real meeting with a boy is the most crucial part of beginning the white boy emasculation.

The rest comes easy and naturally for the sissy boy. Most fantasize about being forced into it. They like the risks and are completely aware that it is a slippery slope. Blackmail and Domination is part of what they want. On some level, they want and feel they deserve to lose their identity as a man and to serve Superior Men. More than anything in the world. Any kind of resistance is just part of what the fantasy; white sissy boys have a desire to be freed from their choice. Younger and not married are more desirable.

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Degrade and humiliate him in your emails. Ask him how small his little pee pee is. Tell him how you will slap his face with Your Superior Cock. You will put him on a leash. Sissy ’s like to hear confirmation they are not real men. Call them a girl. Tell him he has a girly ass. Or if he is skinny, call him petite and effeminate. Ask him if he likes looking at a picture of Your Cock. Give him a female name as a reminder. On the reverse, make him call you Daddy (this is the absolute most humiliating name you can use, but Sir or Master work well too). If he doesn’t, tell him you will punish him. Try and get a phone number or address before he can back out. Always push to meet sooner.

2) Establishing follow up sessions. This is where most sissy boys get away. My greatest advice here is to ask the sissy if you can record and take pictures of him for your personal collection. In the moment, they will tend to say yes and do it. A simple picture of him on his knees sucking your cock could well be the key to his entire enslavement. You only need suggestively say you like the picture and want to send it to his friends if he is reluctant to meet. Record him every time after.

Submissive WHITE Sissy Faggots Are Eager To Serve As Sissy Maids And Cum Receptacles For SUPERIOR BLACK MEN –  REGISTER HERE TO BE USED BY A SUPERIOR BLACK GOD

Chastity is another way. This is better long term and for training. Just like other males, white sissy faggots have that moment of wake-up and sometimes regret when they finally cum. They will do anything before that moment, but can feel like they went to far once cum. Not allowing them to cum will keep them submissive, turned on, and obedient. You can do whatever you want for however long you want. They on some level, even like the denial. They feel trapped and needy to be nice to you.

If they are resistant to this initially, you can keep pushing it, and just put it on them if you can convince them to be tied up. Forgiveness over permission. Use a device that cannot be removed without a key.

During the first meeting, make them cum, be verbal, make them tell you what a bitch they are. Make them promise they will be your sextoym. Make them give you their word they will suck you next week.

3) Training will transform the white sissy into a total, obedient slut. You should not let them cum more than once a week. Suggest tying them up when you let them cum and you take off the device, so they have no say if it comes back on. Prolonging how long they cum will make it more intense and they will have much less chance of regret. You can anally train them to cum without stimulation from their little white penis and eventually to cum without being hard. Google sissy gasm. Teasing around their butt with your fingers will help. The goal is to have them only cum from anal stimulation. If you have to, make them wait another week if they can’t do it without touching their tiny pee pee. Stroke them from behind like a bitch so their cock is pulled behind their legs. If they’re really are unable to cum after two weeks. Also suggest stroking like this the first time you meet them until they cum.

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4) After some time, you may introduce more changes to the white sissy. Changes that cross the “point of no return” will keep a white boy as a sissy longer than anything else. They may resist to these ideas, but you can keep pushing it on them, and on some level they want it more than anything in the world. Ultimately, it is their choice.

Shaving smooth will make a huge difference in how girly the sissy looks. If you are keeping the sissy shaved,, You could eventually encourage the sissy to get laser hair removal.

Another suggestion would be a tramp stamp or other tattoos. Perhaps “sissy slut”, “Emily”, “BBC Owned”. You could have her do a trial with a Henna tattoo or just go all the way. Permanent makeup is another humiliating way to feminize the white sissy.

The final step is the one white sissy boys think about the most. They feel it is their destiny and that is a final step to submitting and giving up their ego for humiliation. Hormones. Two types, anti-androgen and estrogen. Estrogen will have the most effects, such as face breasts, and submissive tendency. Anti androgen will make them more petite, less muscle, and make their tiny pee pees even smaller. You can find more online about it. Whatever you want of them, tell them they need to look pretty and pleasurable for Men. And that they are better off this way. Affirm it is who they are on the inside.

5) Enslaving the sissy is the goal. Establish Dominance and always push the little white boys to say they are inferior. Treat them like a sextoy. Text them you want blowjobs on random days. White sissies should be your on-call fuck toy. Punish them when they are bad. Use chastity to control their rewards. You can do whatever you like, turn them into a live-in maid if you like or a discreet obedient sex slave.

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[shansrois]

ok imagine being ningguang's younger sister and secretly in a relationship with the runaway kazuha.

this has been in my draft for 2 years now, i just discovered it again and felt like continuing it <3 to remind my stem student self about my affection for literature.

kaedehara kazuha x gn!reader

fluff, i promise

First of all, being Ningguang's sister means she cannot have as much time to bond with you. but she will definitely make up for it with weekly dinners to catch up with each other's lives.

And being Kazuha's lover, knowing the risks of rumors that may spread when they see you both together, you would both rather not expose your relationship into public. But, Beidou might already have knowledge about your situation, but we'll talk about that later.

Whenever you have the chance to see each other, you two will walk around the silent streets of the harbor at night and snuggle beneath a huge tree somewhere faraway from the city. His body and clothes are very soft to touch and to hug. when he you both wake up from the short nap, you just do whatever feels right at the moment.

You could explore more areas ahead and go sight-seeing, or just chat about how you're doing these past few weeks while your head is laid on his shoulders.

When you find some sort of animal like a cat or a dog, Kazuha would 100% call it over to come to your side. Then you will pet them and give them some food you have. He loves cats, he swore to you that when he is able to go back to Inazuma without a stain on his name, he will bring you with him and visit alot of beautiful places and visit his friend's cat. And the grave too 💀

Okay anyways 😊

As sneaky as Kazuha is, he was still busted by the captain, I assume he was caught in a trap that was set by beidou which revealed what he actually does in his freetime. She promised not to tell ningguang though, hopefully she really doesn't yet. But, to be completely honest, you wanted to tell her about your relationship yourself.

So one day, when you had the chance to talk to her during her free time, you couldn't miss out on the opportunity to share this little secret with your beloved sister.

"Sister, it's nice to see you again. The weather is magnificent today, isn't it?"

"Hello to you, too. I have tea and snacks prepared for this afternoon. Do make yourself comfortable."

"Hmmm let's have a very honest conversation sis."

The curiosity in Ningguang's eyes gave you the sign to continue.

"Let's play a game, we take turns in asking each other some questions. If we do not want to answer a question, we take a sip of this drink with 40% alcohol that I bought from Fontaine! How does that sound?"

She thought about it for a few seconds and replied.

"That offer sounds very much like you, very well, I'll have my schedule cleared out for the expected aftermath of this game you have."

"Great! Let's start. You can go first sissy."

"How did you get ahold of this high-class drink in Fontaine?"

"Ahaha I... I asked for help from Beidou. Okay my turn! Do you swing that way?" (HAPPY PRIDE MONTH LOVELY PEOPLE)

"Ah yes, seems like you have caught on to my... preferences. Now I shall ask you this question. Are you... Hiding something from me?"

"Yes. Next question, are you and Beidou a thing?"

She was speechless for a few seconds and suddenly she poured herself a drink.

"What! We were getting to the good part!"

"I refuse to elaborate on that topic. Now. Are you and a certain samurai secretly seeing each other in the shadows?"

"Huhh?! What-how, uh, yeah. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT?"

"Beidou is a little too chatty."

Beidou huh.

"Whatever, but yeah, that was the thing that I wanted to talk with you today. Do you approve of us?"

"Sure, why not. That boy has gentleness and passion flowing into his veins. He's totally your type as well. You have my blessings in whatever your plans are with him."

(will continue once i get more sleep)

[isacksteban]

Hot Headed — Strollini (+ Delilah)

The tension had been building all game. Lance skated down the rink, his breath coming in steady bursts as he chased the puck, adrenaline surging through his veins. The other team had been relentless, throwing body checks at every opportunity, and the referees had let a few questionable hits slide. Lance, usually calm under pressure, could feel his patience wearing thin.

It started midway through the second period. Lance had been cornered near the boards by an opposing defenseman, a hulking guy with a reputation for trash talk. The player shoved him harder than necessary, pinning Lance against the glass.

“Nice skating, sissy,” the guy sneered. “Maybe try sticking to figure skating next time.”

Lance ignored him, focusing on the puck, but the comment got under his skin. Moments later, another shove sent him sprawling onto the ice. The refs called nothing — as they tended to when it camr to Lance — and the crowd groaned.

As the game wore on, the hits kept coming. By the third period, Lance had had enough. He'd managed to be on his best behaviour since transfering to the Oilers before this season but he couldn't act like what the other team was doing wasn't completely fucked. He wasn’t the type to back down, especially when the other team started targeting his teammates. When one of the rookies on his line got checked into the boards so hard he crumpled to the ice, Lance’s blood boiled. It's not so much the idea of himself getting hurt that gets him going but seeing someone smaller and less experienced be targeted for those exact reasons was too much. He skated over, his jaw clenched, and got right in the defenseman’s face.

“What the hell’s your problem?” Lance snapped, shoving him back.

“You want a problem?” the guy shot back, dropping his gloves.

Lance didn’t hesitate. His gloves hit the ice as the two lunged at each other, fists flying. The crowd erupted in a deafening roar, cheering and jeering as the two men grappled. Jerseys were yanked, and helmets clattered to the ice. Lance landed a solid punch to the guy’s jaw but took a brutal hit to his temple in return, the impact sending him stumbling backward.

The refs finally intervened, pulling the two apart. Lance was still seething as he skated toward the penalty box, blood trickling from a fresh cut above his brow and staining his white jersey. His legs wobbled slightly as he sat down, adrenaline giving way to a dull, throbbing pain in his knee.

By the time the game ended, Lance was limping off the ice, the cut above his eye hastily patched with a butterfly bandage. He knew he’d face questions from his coach and teasing from his teammates, but worse than that, he dreaded the look he’d get from Luca when he got home.

By the time Lance made it home, still smelling faintly of sweat and disinfectant, his husband was waiting for him in the living room. Luca, impeccably dressed despite the late hour, had their three-year-old daughter Delilah nestled against his side. She was asleep, clutching a small plush of the Oiler's mascot, Hunter.

“You’re limping,” Luca said, his voice sharp but low enough not to wake Delilah. His eyes zeroed in on the butterfly bandage barely holding the cut on Lance’s brow together. “What happened, Lance?”

“It’s nothing, mon amour” Lance muttered, kicking off his shoes. “Just part of the game.”

Luca’s eyes narrowed, the calm veneer cracking. “Part of the game?” He carefully shifted Delilah onto the couch and stood, arms crossed. “You got into another fight, didn’t you?”

Lance shrugged, trying to downplay it. “It happens. You know how it is. You've seen the product of a handful of fights in my career. You were on my side four years ago when Verstappen called me a slur mid game and I socked him in the jaw.”

“No, actually, I don’t know how it is,” Luca snapped, his Italian accent thickening in his frustration. “You’re supposed to be a role model. Not just for your fans, but for her.” He gestured toward Delilah, who stirred slightly before settling back into sleep. "I don't care what you got away with before we adopted Delilah, before you had to grow the fuck up, but it doesn't matter now."

Lance sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “Luca, sweetie, it’s hockey. Fights happen. You can’t just—”

“You’re not some reckless rookie anymore, Lance!” Luca interrupted, his voice rising. “You’re a father and a three time champion with almost eight years of experience. Do you want Delilah to grow up thinking it’s okay to throw punches every time she’s upset?”

“That’s not fair,” Lance said, his voice softening. “I don’t want her to think that.”

“Then act like it,” Luca shot back. “She adores you, Lance, you know she does. She mimics everything you do. You have to think about what kind of example you’re setting.”

Guilt twisted in Lance’s chest as he glanced at their daughter. Delilah’s tiny face was peaceful in sleep, her light curls framing her pale cheeks whistfully, Luca was right.

“I’m sorry,” he said after a moment of silence. “I didn’t mean for it to get out of hand.”

Luca’s expression softened, though his lips were still pressed into a thin line. “Just... promise me you’ll be more careful. For her. For us.”

“I promise,” Lance said, pulling Luca into a hug. “No more fights. I’ll be the best role model I can be. The best behaved hockey player the sport's ever seen.”

“You better,” Luca muttered against his shoulder, though his arms wrapped tightly around Lance. “Because next time, I’m the one who’ll fight you.”

Lance chuckled, pressing a kiss to Luca’s temple. “Noted.”

From the couch, Delilah stirred again, her sleepy voice piping up. “Daddy, did you win your game?”

Lance and Luca both froze before bursting into quiet laughter. “You know I always win, now go back to sleep, sweetheart,” Lance said, brushing a kiss against her forehead.

As Delilah snuggled deeper into her blanket, Lance met Luca’s eyes. He still had work to do to prove himself, but he knew he was willing to do anything to please his husband.

[adaptacy]

Hi! Love to see someone else who's obsessed with johnny! My request is headcanon/drabble/anything that gets you going about Johnny who happens to get a crush on someone who also is from cannibalistic family from another state/town? I'd like to imagine it's a family of grandpa's old military buddy maybe or something like that? Anyways ily and hope this gives you some inspo! <3

hi anon!! ofc, i already touched on this in my last post but i am more than happy to write a drabble for it!! also the idea of there being like a network of cannibal families that are all lowkey friends is so amusing to me LMAO

this is gonna be from johnny's pov cause his thought process would be fun to write hehe

GN Reader / s/o

"This is so good Mrs. Sawyer! Thank you so much for making this whole meal," they laughed, ripping the meat from the bone as they leaned back in their chair. Mrs. Sawyer chuckled and nodded, taking a bite of her own food.

Johnny narrowed his eyes, trying to get a read on them. Trying to understand something, anything about how the hell someone so gorgeous could be so incredibly fucked up. He knew this way of life was 'bad', he'd heard it from every single one of his victims. Monster this, sick that, fucked up family here, psychopaths there. And yet this stranger, at least to Johnny, sat across from the same dinner table as him, eating the same roasted human meat as him, and was laughing so carelessly about it.

Nancy had explained that they were a grandchild of one of the old man's friends from war, who came from a family not so unlike their own. They'd been flown down here due to some legal trouble, likely concerning the fact that their family were responsible for several murders, in order to hide out. All the way from Colorado.

And they'd complained about the heat. Not the fact that there were, right at this very moment, innocent, live victims tied up in their basement- No, that was hardly a concern. But oh, the Texas heat had them talking.

They were fascinating, really, and Johnny would be more upset that he had to give up his own room for them while they stayed here, but he was far too intrigued by them to care. They swallowed the final bite of their dinner and rose, gathering their plate. Sissy handed hers off as well, and they stopped by Johnny, motioning to his empty plate.

"Want me to take that?" They asked, a grateful smile on their face. Grateful for the dinner. Grateful for this illegal, criminally insane meal. Johnny chuckled.

"That's alright. I's planning on gettin' a glass of water, anyways," he responded, standing up. The rest of the family finished off their meals as Johnny followed them into the kitchen, where they ran the plates under the faucet.

"I don't think I've ever had roasted liver. Feels like a delicacy," they laughed, humming to themselves as they washed the dishes.

"Really? We make it pretty often. It's a hard thing to miss out on," Johnny responded, grabbing a glass and waiting for them to finish.

"Shoot, right," they mumbled, stepped to the side to allow Johnny to fill his glass. He stepped forward, dangerously close to them as he filled up his glass. When he was done, he took a step back and leaned on the counter, watching them as they finished their task.

"Oh, I meant to thank you, by the way. It's really nice of your family to take me in like this. I didn't know Grandpa Wilson was so close to Mr. Sawyer," they said, glancing over at Johnny with a smile.

There was something so innocently cruel about that expression. Like they saw no wrong in what they did. Like they didn't understand the weight of it. But he knew they understood. He knew their experiences were much the same. Johnny showed his experiences in his face, in his eyes, in the way he walked.

But they walked like anyone else. Spoke like anyone else. Smiled like anyone else. They were mesmerizing, and Johnny wished he knew how they did it.

"It's no problem," he replied, sipping his drink. "Sorry if it's messy. Don't often have guests."

"That's alright. I think your knife collection is really cool," they hummed, turning off the sink as they placed the final plate in the dish drainer. "I noticed one was missing, though. Did you lose it?"

"Oh, no," he chuckled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a curved blade. "Just like to keep it on me."

"Oh, sweet. Is it your favorite?" They asked, their head tilted.

"I 'spose you could say that. Gets the job done."

"Is that your carving knife?"

"Carving knife?" He blinked.

"Y'know, for the livestock. The victims, the food, the prey-- whatever you guys call 'em," they giggled, their tone completely free of the eeriness it should've been tainted with. Johnny had nearly forgotten what they were capable of, but at the reminder, he cracked a smirk. Maybe he could impress them.

"Yeah, you could call it that. Does a whole bunch'a things, really. Carves, slices, stabs... Used it to castrate a guy once." Johnny spun the knife in his hand, and they leaned closer.

"I had a favorite, too. But it got grabbed up by the cops. It was really shiny, nice and sharp. My grandma gave it to me when I was eight. Had it ever since. It was a switchblade, and the handle was white. Always looked especially pretty dripping with blood, but it was super easy to clean," they explained, practically gushing.

"I'm sorry to hear that. How'd you get caught, anyways?" Johnny asked, tucking his knife back into his pocket.

"My daddy used a gun to kill one of our prey, they were trying to get away and we needed something ranged. I guess some drivers heard it when they were passing by, and we weren't ready for the cops. Once they found one body, they found 'em all. Couldn't eat them in time," they explained, fidgeting with their hands as they spoke. "I miss them. I've never gone this long without them. That's why I'm so thankful of your family. They remind me of my own."

Johnny frowned, feeling some long buried ache of sympathy for them, but he wasn't granted a chance to respond before Sissy came into the kitchen, requesting their presence. They dipped their head and left, following the brunette back out of the kitchen.

--

"What is it?" They asked, looking down at the paper bag that they'd been presented with.

"Open it up," Johnny directed, motioning with his hand towards the bag. They raised an eyebrow, but pulled open the bag anyways, and reached inside. They pulled out a black rectangular box, and their confusion only grew. Johnny found the expression adorable, and he was glad he'd decided to go for two rounds of packaging.

"You really didn't need to get me anything. You're already doing plenty enough," they chuckled awkwardly, and Johnny shrugged, crossing his arms.

"Just open it, will ya?"

"Fine, okay." With a deep breath, they pulled off the lid of the box, and an immediate grin spread over their face. They looked between the gift and Johnny, and suddenly jumped towards him, wrapping their arms around him. Johnny was completely taken aback by the hug, and he awkwardly pat their back, only relaxing his tensed muscles when he got the faintest scent of whatever shampoo they'd used. Their hair smelled like flowers, and it reminded him of the garden. It was almost comforting.

They pulled away, finally removing the white switchblade from the box. "I'll take it that you like it?" Johnny chuckled, and they nodded, even giving a short squeal of excitement.

"Are you kidding me? I love it! It's just like the one I had. You're the best, Johnny," they thanked, setting the knife back into the box and putting the cover on it. Right after, they hugged Johnny again, and he let out a quiet sigh, returning the hug much more comfortably this time.

"Say, you ever watched a Texas sunset?" Johnny asked, looking down at them as they pulled out of the hug.

"I can't say I have."

"Well, in about thirty minutes, give or take, the sun'll be goin' down. I know a real good place to sit 'n watch it. Clear your head, maybe," he spoke softly, rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn't blushing, but he certainly felt like he was.

"Really? Where?"

"We got a couple sunflower patches out back. Makes for a real pretty sight."

"I'd love to watch the sunset with you," they giggled, setting the box back into the bag. "Let me go put this away, I'll be right back."

"Sure thing," he replied, watching as they turned around and headed up the stairs.

Sissy poked her head in from the dining room, looking Johnny up and down. "Can I come?"

"No," he snapped, immediately frowning. Sissy pouted, but returned to whatever she was doing.

[jalicefanficblog]

Umbrella Academy AU idea

Alternate ending where Five takes Viktor back to the sixties where he reunites with Sissy and Harlan for the first time since transitioning.

A/N: I hope i did your Request Justice, i really liked how Vanya and Sissy treated each other and i am sure, if they meet again as Viktor and Sissy, nothing would have changed, it dosen´t matter what gender you have, you stay the same person for your loved ones <3.

A Happy Ending

The Umbrella Academy did it, they prevented the end of the world, they were able to keep their super practical powers and managed to stick together as a group, as siblings, and work together.

It was a very long and difficult road for the Chaos siblings and each of them found a way to finally be peaceful and calm in this new world without the threat of ultimate destruction.

Well… almost everyone of the Umbrellas got a happy ending.

Allison has a life with her daughter and Ben has started a shared apartment with Klaus (yes, Sparrow Ben jumped over his shadow and was finally able to trust someone in a brotherly way), Lila and Diego are expecting their first child together and are happily married, while they use their skills as a part-time job alongside the academy to help support a secret service for meta-beings and people with supernatural abilities in New York City.

Not a boring one-sided life but filled with action and recognition for their abilities.

Luther and Sloane, who aren't just going to fizzle out, have started to restore the Umbrella Academy, and Sloane recently had a positive pregnancy test.

"Five? Now tell me what kind of surprise it is…", - Viktor whined when Five just showed up in his small apartment and said something about surprises and that Viktor should just trust him.

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise anymore! So close your eyes and take my hand," - Five said teasingly.

Everyone deserved their happy ending, and with his ability to jump through space and time, he wanted to give his brother the chance of happiness and friends.

They had spent the last universes and battles to save humanity with so much personal stress and chaos… a little happiness and normality would be nice now. In the saved version of this world, Five had bought himself a small apartment in a new skyscraper in New York…with an exclusive coffee machine , that can grind whole beans and the luxury that he fully deserves in his retirement age.

Now it was time for Viktor to find his own happiness.

Or rather, to return to the timeline in which Viktor had been as happy as Vanya once was.

Five had thought about this surprise for a long time and rehearsed it a few times in secret…jumping into the 60s could be difficult…but Five would do anything for his siblings.

That's why he has a plan to bring Viktor to a very specific timeline…as a visit. And to put a smile on Viktor's face.

After all, Vanya was happy in the 60s. Viktor would be happy too if he met two people there who were still very dear to him.

Viktor hesitated for a moment, but then grabbed his hands and Five was able to start the jump through time.

Even though it wasn't the first time Viktor had traveled through time, he closed his eyes as everything around him spun.

"You can open your eyes again Viktor, we've arrived where the surprise is," said Five and it took a moment before Viktor complied with this request.

"Five what…" - of course Viktor recognized where they were.

He recognized the farm… he recognized the old car… he could hear the river rushing and he couldn't calm his racing heart at the thought of Sissy. No… that couldn't be… could it?

Five grinned amusedly for a moment before placing a hand on his brother's right shoulder.

“Our siblings got their happy ending and I would say, after all the bullshit, I'm happy too… and you V iktor deserve your HAPPINESS too… I won't leave you in the 60s, that would be an asshole Diego brother move or something… come on, let's say hi to Sissy and Harlan”

For a brief moment Viktor was speechless… and then incredibly grateful for what Five did for him. He nodded gratefully and together the brothers made their way to the entrance of the farm house… everything still seemed so familiar to Viktor… where he… where Vanya had to leave without a proper goodbye that Sissy and Harlan deserved. Would the two of them recognize him?

Harlan was immediately in favor of a big hug, it didn't bother the boy at all that Vanya was now Viktor, the hugs from this person were just as good as Harlan remembered and after Harlan had ended the hug at some point, Viktor was pulled into the living room so that Harlan could show him the new toy car that Sissy had bought him at a flea market.

Sissy's reaction to seeing the person who had captured her heart back then , also seemed warm and loving, even if she reacted hesitantly when this man… claimed to be Vanya. It only took a quarter of an hour and stories of situations they had experienced together before Sissy realized that this was her Vanya… her loved one… but that was all confusing and especially in the 60s, something like that was a… topic that you don't talk about… but that doesn't diminish the love in Sissy's heart.

She was happy to see Viktor again, to be able to put his hand in hers and sit together at the small kitchen table, and listen to Viktor's stories about this new world and how terribly he had missed her and Harlan.

On the outside, Viktor seemed to be Viktor… but the sparkle in his eyes was something that Vanya passed on. And the warmth in her hands was the same… the same warmth, that Sissy had wiped away all her tears on the nights when her husband had been violent towards her more than once.

She was happy… to be able to enjoy this moment now… it was a precious moment because Viktor wasn't going to stay… it was just a short visit to… check that everything was OK.

"Sissy? Please tell me, you have any coffee here? Or whiskey?"

Five searched the kitchen cupboards ,as if it were completely normal and seemed to urgently need something to drink, because of the time jump.

"Oh it's…"

"In the third cupboard from the right…" , - Viktor finished the sentence and while Five continued searching in the cupboard in question - Viktor and Sissy gave each other a smile.

A special smile.

A smile that would belong just to them… only to the two of them.

And that Smile, made this trip, this special moment......perfect.

THE END

[rikki-roses]

Fluffy February Day 5: Stars

Follow up to "Planet" from Fluffy Februay 2024

SWTOR

Sith Inquisitor/Andronikos Kallig

It was one in the morning, but Kevra was wide awake as she stood on the balcony of their hotel room, admiring stars that shone over the city skyline. It was her first time on the planet since she was a small child, and she couldn't bear to spend it inside.

It was a perfect picture, really; the city lights illuminated the streets far below. Even at this late hour, the city was alive; Kevra could hear the speeder traffic overlaying the foot traffic and bar music. Kevra closed her eyes as she listened, one hand finding the bottle of wine (a local red variety; her first Iridonian wine) and bringing it to her lips.

Andronikos stepped out onto the balcony, moving silently up behind Kevra and as he placed a hand on her hip, his free hand reaching for the wine bottle as Kevra finished drinking. "Gotta say, this is a nice change of pace from the dusty tombs that we've been digging around in recently. You said you and your sister are from around here, yeah?"

Kevra nodded as she handed him the bottle. "Yes, the Jedi found me and Sissy wandering the streets a few miles south of here when we were two - they raised us in the creche at the Jedi Temple on the east side of town until we were eight and deemed ready to start travelling. Not that we got to see much; we basically bounced between core worlds for a few years until they sent us to the creche on Dantooine."

She leaned into the former pirate as she took the wine bottle back from him. Now that the mix of emotions due to the planet without her twin was subsiding, Kevra was starting to relax and enjoy herself. Her appointment with the tattoo artist was that afternoon and came highly recommended from Auntie Hex (Darth Hexid refused to let Kevra be formal around her - "we're practically family, child, embrace it"). While Kevra was excited to finally expand her tattoos, it was still bittersweet.

Kevra looked back up to the stars as Andronikos tightened his hold on her, starting to bury his face in her hair until he was painfully reminded of her horns; a moment later, his face found her neck instead. To Kevra's own surprise, she involuntarily giggled as Andronikos's lips brushed her skin, tickling her; she was still getting used to the idea of casual intimacy. After a moment Andronikos spoke, his voice low.

"Y'know, I was thinking about our plan to set up a safe house outside of Imperial Space. I know we'd tossed around the idea of finding a place on Nar Shadaa, but why not here instead? Could easily find an apartment big enough for us, your sister, and the Big Guy, and it'll give you an excuse to come back more often."

Kevra turned in Andronikos's arms, one hand reaching up to cup his face. "Andronikos Revel, don't tell me you're getting domestic. We are in Republic space, you know."

Anrdonikos's hand found hers, bringing her hand to his lips as he kissed her knuckles. "Hey now, I'm just thinking safety. We don't have to deal with the Imps or the Hutts here, and since you're from here the Pubs should leave us alone as long as you don't go crazy with the lightning. Don't ask don't tell and what not."

Kevra reclaimed her hand, sliding both arms around Andronikos's neck as she kissed him slowly. "Look at you, being all pragmatic. Would it surprise you if I said that Auntie Hex said the same thing, and already sent me a list of properties to check out?"

Andronikos chuckled as he kissed her back, sliding both arms around her waist. "I knew I liked the woman. Tell you what, let's go through the properties before your tattoo appointment, and we can visit the ones we like after?"

"I like that plan" Kevra acknowledged before Andronikos swept her back inside, the stars momentarily forgotten.

[everythingunderthestarsthings]

Ulrich and Jeremie - Unlikely besties.

This post was a long time coming, and will be the penultimate post in my Lyoko Warriors friendship headcannons. Check out the other posts I made: Yumi and Odd - Chaotic besties Aelita and William - Quiet Besties Check out my Code Lyoko Masterlist!

(There are no pictures of Ulrich and Jeremie on Google Images and I don't want to accidentally use someone else's work, so no images here.)

(I did find a really good fanart of them! I shall link it here! All credits to the owner of the art!)

Headcannons!

So hear me out.

Before the Lyoko mess began, Jeremie and Ulrich were the only two who went to Kadic as boarders. Yumi was a day student prior to the series too, but Jeremie and Ulrich knew each other before Ulrich even met Yumi!

Also, assuming that Ulrich regularly takes up martial arts with Jim and he met Yumi for the first time there, I think Yumi might have also been a relatively new student to Kadic at the time of meeting him.

It's been established in the show that Ulrich and Sissi have known each other for quite a while, so Ulrich must've been at Kadic for a really really long time.

And Jeremie is well-known as the most intelligent student of his grade, so he must've also been at Kadic for a long long time.

So these two just knew each other as casual friends in class, but never really interacted much since Jeremie was all about his books and Ulrich was trying to get away from Sissi.

But Ulrich probably had a very trustworthy reputation prior to X.A.N.A. awakens (I also made a post about my thoughts on rewatching X.A.N.A. awakens, which you can check out). He keeps to himself and fends off the principal's daughter who has a huge crush on him, to the point where Jeremie doesn't hesitate too much before telling him about Lyoko.

Ulrich also has a very good sense about Jeremie and was able to figure out his giant crush on Aelita (then again, Jeremie is adorable and is an open book).

As the Lyoko warriors got together, and with Odd being Ulrich's roommate -- again, nobody in Kadic has roommates except Ulrich and for the Principal to trust Ulrich might have to do with his quiet nature (also the fact that he thinks Ulrich and Sissi are still good friends or something) -- well, the focus shifts to Ulrich and Odd's friendship, and Jeremie's focus shifts to materializing Aelita, so their moments of friendship are blinded due to plot circumstance.

BUT Jeremie trusts Ulrich to keep Aelita safe more than anyone. Ulrich is the most protective of Aelita out of all the Lyoko Warriors, and Aelita looks up to Ulrich like a brother!

For that to have happened, there must be an unspoken trust between Jeremie and Ulrich in the first place, which I think there is!

And I think Jeremie and Ulrich are wonderful because

They both use their hearts more than their heads when it comes to their respective love interests (Jeremie virtualizing himself onto Lyoko to apologize to Aelita after a fight and Ulrich using Return to the Past to get the right lottery tickets that he thinks might help Yumi stay at Kadic).

And their family dynamics are opposite to each other! Jeremie comes from a household with loving parents while Ulrich's relationship with his parents are somewhat strained. I just think it's pretty nice, how similar and different they are.

You know, their contrasting family relations also play into their relationships. Jeremie and Aelita have a most smooth-sailing romance with minimal drama, while Ulrich and Yumi are on-and-off with so many hiccups, man.

I'm pretty sure Jeremie, Aelita, Ulrich and Yumi go on double dates after shutting down the supercomputer.

Also, ULRICH WILL BE THE ONE WHO GIVES JEREMIE "THE TALK". I'm so convinced of this.

Like ofc, Jeremie probably knows about "the talk" but he might have a moment of fear and Ulrich will be the one to set him straight.

And I have a feeling Jeremie was jealous of Ulrich once upon a time, since he was a really popular guy, but it was probably just a small phase.

[n0cturnaldeviant]

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[openmouth4cock]

1st time living alone - sissy life

After the relationship with my second love fell apart I moved to a new city and finally lived the first time in my life just by myself in a small apartment. It was exactly what I always wanted. I could finally live out my bondage and dress up fantasies. 

I started shaving my entire body and would walk around in my home dressed up as sexy woman. I'd be wearing stockings and high heels, a nice negligee and a bra stuffed with socks. And, of course, my penis would always be neatly tucked away in a rubber penis prison or tied back to my arse while waring sexy panties. 

This was also around the time when I started a little bit of anal play. I remember clearly the first dildo I bought. It was 24cm in length and 4cm in diameter. To this point, I had never been really that much into anal play, neither receiving or giving. And to be honest, whilst I had some enjoyable moments, I could not really include it into my bondage play. The simple truth was that after a while wearing a 24cm dildo up my arse, the urge to go to the bathroom for a shit would become so intense that it was simply not enjoyable anymore. 

What was enjoyable though, was being tied up whilst dressed up as sexy woman and waiting for the ice in a little bottle to melt. That's where the keys were inaccessibly stored away; the keys that ultimately would allow me to regain my freedom again - after many hours that easily could last a whole night. 

Mostly I tied myself up whilst lying on my mattress so I could also fall into a broken sleep if needed to be. However. in this particular apartment there was also a hook drilled into the ceiling. On inspection day, I knew exactly what this hook could be used for. That was the key reason why I chose this apartment over any others I visited. 

Most of the time, I played with the hook living out bondage fantasies. However, I always ensured I could get free anytime I wanted. Over time I got more and more familiar with the hook in the ceiling and decided to freeze the keys safely in that little bottle. And then I prepared myself the usual way.

I got dressed as a woman, wearing high heels and stockings. I wore my sexy panties and tied my penis to my arse. I put make up on and a wig. I wore a nice negligee over my shaved smooth body, painted my toe and finger nails and secured a mouth gag harness over may head. My torso was also tied up. 

I tied my ankles together and my knees as well and attached the frozen bottle to the rope around my ankles. Then I tightened a belt around my neck. I further limited my movements via a stiff stick along my spine that I would attach to the belt around my neck and secure it with two further belts around my belly and hips. This was keeping my spine straight. My whole body was stiff whilst carefully balancing on the high heels.

A string attached to the hook on the ceiling was pre-prepared. I tied the string with a double knot to the back of the belt around my neck. This would keep me standing straight with no chance to free myself. In a last step, I slid the handcuffs under the rope around my torso and closed them around both of my wrists. Now I was truly shackled with no choice other then waiting for the water in the bottle to melt so I could undo everything. 

I was standing like this for a very, very long time...

And the pain that I felt after a an hour or so, the desperation and helplessness that became more and more as time went past... all of it was incredibly joyful ... and challenging too, of course. 

I don't know how many hours I stood like this. Time went very, very slow... and I wished someone had tortured me with a whip. 

[februaryberries]

the rest of my reaction to the rest of the episodes because i can’t be bothered to split them up

JIMS HOT CHOCOLATE JIMS MUG

she’s so cute im gonna cry

she’s so cute and they’re so like hdjshfjdbf

SHES SO SWEET

DONT HESITATE TO ASK ANY OTHER QUESTIONS YOU HAVE ABOUT LOVE INSPECTOR CONSTABLE

i feel so bad for nina :(

OH MY GOD HE JOURNALS

aziraphale fuckin writing in a journal kicking his legs like a teenage girl

aziraphale sweetie you’re so brainwashed

OH MY GOD HE MADE IT YELLOW

oooooo i love the bentley driving into the intro art that’s so cool

he’s so obsessed w the rain moment

im so obsessed w ziras diary it’s so funny

now zira that was petty and bad

zira NOOOOOO

oh poor zira he’s so sad

he’s so cute in his little detective costume

THE SKINNY LOWDOWN HES SO SOLLY

gimme the FACTS

well yeah mason hmmmm

im so worried about this girl i feel like this is going to end badly

they’re gonna die

i knew something would go wrong

rip those guys

NO SHE DIED??????? FUCK

he’s insane crowley insane

HES SO TINY

im small arent i

GIANR ROWLEY?????

where are you

GRINDR LMAO

the awning moment

ooooof

VERY CLOSED LOL

it’s always too late :((((

PH MY GOD IS HE IN THE HITCHHIKER

who is she

YOU DONT SEEM HIS TYPE ????? IM SORRY!?????

WHAT HAT WHAT I HEARD YOU AND CROWLEY WERE AN ITEM IM FUCKING SCREAMING

furfur WHO

OH MY GOS OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ITS LIKE I HOPED BUT I COULDNT LET MYSELF BELIEVE THEYD ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING SJFJSJCJJSKSZKJDJ OKAY WAIT OKAY IM NOT POSTING THIS UNTIL I FINISH IT NOW IN CASE IM WRONG LOL

Im sorry is it literally raining hearts when zira and crowley are sitting on the roof in the intro are u kidding me

NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY NOT US GETTING 1941 RIGHT AFTER THEY YOURE AN ITEM COMMENT ARE U FUCKING KIDDING ME RN IM GONNA THROW UP

the music

who tf is that guy in the church how is he awake alive whatever

is he flirting is that flirting

oh thank you crowley is there anything i can do for you in return *bats eyelashes* LMAO

ooooo

SISSY TYPE

EW THAT TONGUE WAS SO UNNECESSARY

oh no not magic he’s so silly

nice exactly what nazis deserve

ZOMBIES????

no this poor old man also how did he not see them LMAO

That’s what …… f r i e n d s are for LMAOOOO

CROWLEYS OLD MAN IMPRESSION IS SO FUNNY

he’s so supportive look ziras so happy

SOMEONE YOU REALLY TRUST OH MY GOD

ZIRAS SO EXCITED AW oh rip the magic shop guy

im so scared for aziraphale oh god i don’t know if i can watch

he’s so baby

THE BEES KNEES

JIGGERY POKERY

OH NO MIRACLES BLOCKED OH FUCK

oh no

evidence envelope LMAO

im so nervous but i know it’s going to work H

he’s so whimsy

OH HE DID A MAGIC TRICK W THE PHOTO DIDNT HE

BRILLIANT AZIRAPHALE IF U DID WHAT I THINK U DID

Lmao get fucked nazis

YES ZIRA I KNEW IT

oh my god im gonna throw up

they’re so sweet

SHADES OF GREY

im so

CROWLEYS PET????

TJE BULLET HOLE STUCKERS THRE STICKERS

oh no are the demons gonna crash his night

HES GIVING AWAY BOOKS

NO WAY DAVID PUTTING ON THE FEZ I SEE YOU AS HE ALSO MENTIONED THE DR WHO BOOK ARE U KIDDING I FUCKIN SEE YOU

THE FEZ LMAOO

HER ARMOR LMAOOOO

this is so awkward lmao

OH FOFO FURFUR WHATEVER HIS MAME IS

Zira please stop speaking french

YOUVE BEEN TOGETHER LONG IM KILLING MTSELF IM THROWING UP

HES NOT MY BIT ON THE SIDE

other peoples love lives always seem more straightforward than our own AND HE WALKS AWAY HE DIDNT KNOW IM HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW WAHHHH

Im losing my mind oh god the season finale is after this episode im going to throw up

WHAT IS THIS

SMITTEN IM SORRY ???

this isn’t going to end well

okay but the way they do the texts from Lindsey is so cool

my only friend

OH NO HES SO SAD

CROWLEY WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU

oh thank god

crowley OH ITS IN THE MATCHBOX

DO YOU WANT A HOT CHOCOLATE CROWLEY AWEWW IM GONNA DIE

Oh sweet girl

nobody would believe you anyway :( WAIT AND SEE LMAO

So beautiful

OH NO MAGGIE

A SEASMSTRESS

ZIRA U CANT FORCE PPL TO FEEL THINGS

he’s so worried :((( crowley

HES ASKING HIM TO DANCE ??????? IM SORRY ARE THEY GOING TO DANCE

jim :((( a

THE FUR COAT LMAO

TOSTE

oh rip the annoying guy LOL

i won’t leave you on your own maggie :(

BUT RESCUING ME MAKES HIM SO HAPPY????????? IM SORRY EXCUSE ME WHAT

YOU SAID BLAH BLAH BLAH

WHY IS CROWLEY GOING TO HEAVE THOUGH

LAST EPISODE IM GOING TO DIE

his little prance

MAGGIE NO

man that one demon can’t catch a break

HIS LITTLE HAPPY WALK LOL

crowleys emotional support angel

CROWLEY YOUR MEMORY

are gabriel and beelzebub going on dates these look like dates LMAO

SHE GAVE HIM THE FLY ????

WAIT ACTUALLY I DIDNT THINK I WAS RIGHT OH MY GOD

HES SUGGESTING ALPHA CENTURI FOR THEM AND ITS LIKE BUT THATS WHERE HE WAS GOING TO TAKE AZIRAPHALE

it’s a crime that gabriel and beelzebub are getting together before crowley and zira THEY DID IT FIRST

us time

he’s tidying up the shop :(((( and waiting for zira

im gonna throw up im gonna throw up oh no what is azira going to say what did matatrom say oh no

NO CROWLEY WAS ABOUT TO CONFESS IM GONNA THROW UP

oh no but he doesn’t want oh no

oh zira sweetie

NO IM GONNA THROW UP IM GONNA CRY

NO IM NO

im NO

THIS ISNT WHAT I MEANT WHEN I SAID MAKE THEM KISS WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WTH YOU THIS ISNT WGAT I MEANT THIS ISNT WHAT I MEANT IM GONNA THROW UP WHAT DO TOU MEAN IM GONNA FUCKINGDYE IM SOBBING ZIRA NOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOO ZIRA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ZIRA NOOOOOOOOO

WHAT THE FUCK THIS ISNT WHAT I MEANT

how am i ever ever ever ever supposed to recover from this the way they both wanted the other to come with them but zira is too brainwashed by heaven still and it’s heart breaking and the way crowley kisses him because he thinks he’s never gonna have the chance now the NO NIGHTINGALE GALES we could have ben US zira being so heartbroken by the kiss I FORGIVE YOU don’t bother what if i eat my entire laptop right now

The way he tenderly touches his lips afterwards is Gut Wrenching and then he’s about to say he thinks he’s made a mistake and then you see him pack those feelings away in a box and shove them deep down and what if i died right now

[littletail]

Regression Fairy tail scenario

One of those times that people weren't so accepting of that Wendy is a Little..when Caregiver! Lucy Heartfilla took Little! Wendy to a nearby park for a while and Little! Wendy overheard some rather unkind comments from 2 insensitive rude young girls about the fact that she was drinking from a sippy cup and wearing a diaper-it was obvious considering that Wendy was wearing type of clothes that a young toddler would wear (Lucy only put Wendy in diapers as a precaution more than anything else because as far as anyone knew..when Wendy slipped in her headspace..she was known to have accidents in her sleep or when she wasn't sleep.)..Little! Wendy was hurt by the comments judging by the tears that welled up in her eyes..and Caregiver! Lucy Heartfilla standing up for her little.

(Sorry for the wait. I'm juggling life right now lol.)

Mean Girls

“Sissy! Sissy, look!” Wendy danced around Lucy.

“Look at my pretty girl!” Lucy squealed, lifting Wendy into her arms. “You excited to play in the park today?”

“Yes!”

“What do you want to do first? They have a play area if you want to go there. They have a slide, swings-”

Wendy shook her head and stuck her tongue out, “No swing.”

Right, her motion sickness would likely get in the way of that. “Well, what about the slide? Or do you want to play tag?”

“Tag!” Wendy booped Lucy’s nose.

“Tag it is, then, but first,” she put Wendy down, then took a moment to check the padding under her skirt, “I wanna make sure you’re dry first. Since a certain someone doesn’t tell Sissy when she uses her diaper,” she lightly teased.

Wendy giggled quietly.

Lucy went to stand back up, only to freeze when she heard some.. not so nice comments aimed their way. She glanced over her shoulder, spotting two younger girls, looking around Wendy’s age, talking rather loudly amongst themselves.

“Is that girl wearing a diaper under that skirt?”

“Why does she look so childish? It’s weird.”

“Do you think that woman with her enables this?”

“God, I pity her. If my mom treated me that way, I would die from embarrassment.”

Lucy growled to herself, but tried to stay focused on Wendy. If she heard them, then the young Slayer definitely heard them too. She could see it on Wendy’s face, so she quickly assured, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Ignore some mean girls. We’re here to have a good day, not to dwell on others who are jealous of how cute you are.”

Wendy giggled quietly, “Cute?”

“Very cute! My precious little Sky Dragon! Why don’t we play tag now, or hide-and-seek? Would you like that?”

“Hide an’ see!” Wendy squealed happily. 

“Alright! You wanna hide first, or do you wanna seek first?”

“See!”

“Alright! Close your eyes and count to 30 for me, okay?” Lucy took Wendy’s hands in her own, before placing them over her eyes. Once Wendy started counting, Lucy took off, hiding in a fairly easy spot where she could also keep an eye on her Little.

“9… 10… 11…”

“Hey!”

Wendy uncovered her eyes, blinking curiously. Lucy froze again, ‘Oh no..’ 

“Look at this little baby,” one of the girls from earlier said. Her friend giggled, just as nastily, “How old are you supposed to be? Why are you such a baby? Aren’t you embarrassed by this?”

Wendy’s eyes started welling up with tears as she tried sputtering out something, anything, to say, “Well.. It’s.. It’s fun.. And..”

“It’s fun? I know you did not just say that. What a gross little baby!” the girl pushed Wendy back.

Lucy, now standing behind the girls after storming over, cleared her throat rather aggressively. When they turned to look at her, she growled out, “Where. Are. Your. Parents?���

They tried to keep standing tall, but Lucy could see the nervousness in their eyes.

“And uhh.. who are you?” the first girl asked rudely. Lucy narrowed her glare.

“I mean, yeah, why do you enable this? It’s so weird!” the other girl said.

“Let me get one thing straight here. You will not. Bully. My. Little. Girl. Do you understand?” Lucy hissed. “Now, I’m going to give you a choice. You can either leave now, or I will find your parents and tell them exactly what you’ve been saying, understand?”

“Now hang on a minute-”

“I said, do you understand?” Lucy said, a little more forcefully.

“Yes ma’am..” they nodded.

“Good, now get out of here. Hopefully you have learned something from this,” Lucy walked past them, picking up Wendy.

Once the two girls were gone, Lucy gently booped Wendy’s nose, “Do you want to go back to playing?”

“No more hide an’ see..” Wendy murmured. 

Lucy couldn’t say she blamed her. In fact, she didn’t want to be away from her either. “No more hide and seek. I say we have a snack instead. What do you say?”

“Yes please!”

Lucy smiled.

[wittybirthday]

Celebrating Sisters: Heartfelt and Funny Birthday Wishes

Sisters are special friends who know your secrets, share your laughter, and sometimes engage in playful competition. Their birthdays are an ideal time to express your feelings, but finding the right words can be tricky. This article offers simple and heartfelt birthday wishes to make your sister's day truly special.

Laugh and Love: Funny Birthday Wishes for Your Younger Sister

Understanding the Sisterly Bond

Having a sister is a unique mix of friendship, family love, and shared experiences. This deep connection creates a special understanding between you. Reflecting on these shared moments can inspire sweet and genuine birthday messages.

Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice: Sweet Birthday Wishes for a Lovely Sister

Why Sharing Feelings on Her Birthday Matters

Birthdays celebrate life, growth, and the journey so far. Expressing your feelings on your sister's birthday shows the strength of your bond. Your words can make her day special and remind her of your unique relationship.

Express Love in Few Words: Short Birthday Wishes for Your Sister

Highlighting Your Unique Relationship

Your sister is not just family; she's a friend and supporter. Celebrating this special relationship with heartfelt wishes from the heart lets her know how much she means to you. Each birthday is a time to celebrate growing older together and remembering good times.

Deeply Moving: Touching Birthday Wishes for Your Sister

Top 200+ Quotes for Her Special Day

Your sister’s birthday is a time to celebrate your amazing connection. Use these heartfelt birthday wishes, blessings, and quotes to capture your relationship's essence. Here are over 200 messages to make your sister’s birthday unforgettable.

Happy Birthday to the sister who fills my life with love, laughter, and endless joy 🎉 May your day be as beautiful as your heart 💕

To the sister with a heart of gold 🌟 May your birthday be filled with warmth and love, just like you give to others 🎈

In short, you’ve been the best sister ever. Happy birthday ❤️

On your special day, know you’re not just my sister but also my best friend 🌼 Here’s to celebrating you! 🥳

Sisters like you are rare and precious 💎 May your birthday reflect the wonderful person you are 🌺

Celebrating You: Best Birthday Wishes for Your Beloved Sister

My crazy, loving, caring, and fun little sister, life without you would have been a crazy twister. Happy birthday 🤗

To the one who knows me inside out 🤗 Your birthday reminds me how grateful I am to have you in my life 🌹

Through every storm and sunshine, you’ve been my anchor ⚓️ Wishing you a birthday full of peace, happiness, and love ❤️

Though I don’t talk to you every day, you always remain the deepest core of my heart. Happy Birthday, Sister.🤗

Sister, your birthday is a celebration of your beautiful soul 🌙 May your day be as radiant as your spirit ✨

More Heartfelt Wishes

Having a sister like you is a daily gift 🎁 Wishing you a birthday that’s as special as you are to me 🍰

As we grow older, our bond only grows stronger 💪 Here’s to another year of shared memories 🥂 Happy Birthday!

To the sister who brightens my darkest days ☀️ May your birthday shine with love and positivity 🌈

Maybe you are growing up older every year, but to me, you’ll always remain my little loving sister. Have a Happy Birthday. ☀️

From My Heart: Heart Touching Birthday Wishes for a Sister Like No Other

Happy birthday, baby girl! You mean the world.

Here’s to the greatest sissy anyone could ask for! Have the best day.

Happy birthday, built-in bestie!

A very happy, sassy, classy birthday sis!

Happiest of birthdays to the girl who got me through childhood.

Closing Thoughts

Sisters fill your soul with sunshine and your heart with joy. Whether it's through laughter, shared memories, or heartfelt messages, celebrating your sister's birthday is about honoring the incredible bond you share. Happy birthday to the best sister anyone could ask for!

[zsissyschool101z]

Lesson 1

You're going to get changed. No girly clothing for the moment though, you don't deserve those just yet. I'm sure you can find something in your own wardrobe... Some tight pants maybe? Or just regular jeans could do, a girl can wear those too after all. Do you have a simple fitted t-shirt? Or maybe a nice clean buttoned shirt? If you have buttons, make sure you leave enough open to get you a decoleté. Anyway, the tighter, the better. And don't even think about wearing underwear, no more men ones for you during the lessons. Or at anytime if you are daring enough ;).

Now, go get dressed up, and let's continue.

Now, with one hand, feel your sissy breasts, caress them. Can you feel your nipples getting hard already? Once they are fully hard, you may use your other hand to rub that sissy clit of yours through you pants. And don't stop playing with your breasts. How does it feel? Speak louder, I couldn't hear you. Ahah. You will make such a sweet girl. Keep rubbing yourself until your clit is hard, then we will continue.

Hands off now. I hope you are getting used to rubbing your clit, cause that's all you will be allowed to do from now on. You won't be using it as a cock anymore and no more strocking either. If you need ideas, I suggest you caress only the head of your clit or rub it against a pillow. But these are just suggestions, I'm sure you could find other ways to masturbate in a girly fashion. Between sessions, you can masturbate whenever you want. But that's when you little notebook will come in handy. I want you to write down everything about your masturbation sessions. But we'll talk about it again after the session. You can resume to rubbing your clit now sweetheart. And we'll continue.

That's it, keep massaging you sissy clit, Pretty. If you really want to become a sissy, we should find you a girl name, don't we? Do you already have one in mind? I'd give you one myself, but I'm sure you'll find one that will suit yourself better. Take your time and choose wisely, it will be your name for your whold sissy life. Don't hesitate to look for names and meanings online, just keep one hand on your clit the whole time. Once your done, let me know...

So, what choice did you made? Come on, tell me out loud... « My sissy name is ... » Nice one. You're such a good girl. Now, let's make sure you don't forget your new identity any time soon. You may only take your hand of your clit when you really need it, but it goes back to massaging as quickly as possible. Clear? Take of your top and write down « My sissy name is... » on your chest. You're so pretty like that. You should take a picture, it will be a nice reminder of your condition sweetie.

Are you still rubbing your clit? If you're not, give a hard pinch to each nipple. Now might be a good time to start taking care of yoursissy hole, don't you think? Actually, it doesn't matter...I'm the one who decide for you there. Take off your pants now. And stop massaging your clit. Get yourself confortable and so that you can access you sissy hole easily. And keep you lube in handy. Ready?

I want you to trace circles around your hole, use a bit of lube for that. Go very slow. See this picture? That's what a sissy hole should looks like. Don't worry, we'll take all our time to get you there. I hope you're enjoying yourself... Use your other hand to tease the head of your clit. Just the head, don't you dare touching anything else.

Insert one finger in your hole. Come on, you know you want to little slut.

That's it, fuck yourself like that for a few minutes.

And don't stop rubbing your clit head.

Whisper to yourself about the sissy slut you are... That's it, let your imagination run free sweetie. Yes, that's it, say what a dirty minded sissy you are.

Now, make yourself edge once.

Are you enjoying yourself? Does you hole feels relaxed enough? Then insert a second finger and keep fucking yourself.

Once you are comfortable with two fingers, edge again.

Then do it with three fingers... If you can.

Don't hesitate to use lot of lube.

Once you're done with your third edge, keep fucking yourself for five minutes. And don't stop rubbing your clit!

[srahpaulsons]

[text]: YOU. you are incredible, you know that? there’s nothing to be in awe of here, especially you! if anything, i’m the one lucky enough to be in YOUR life! aren’t they always? we could be together for a whole month and i’d still argue that it wasn’t enough time. oh no, he’s definitely a lucky one to be surrounded by such cute girls! he’s the ultimate girl dad and he’s so good at it. lennon is going to be our bossy girl for sure — i can already feel it 🤣 i’m pretty good and thank you so much for asking. two under the age of one is so magical but it has it’s tough moments. her birthday was so nice! thankfully I was home in time to celebrate but we had a lowkey little day and all of her sissys were there to celebrate! ugh, let me live vicariously through you! which part of italy did you visit and was it as fabulous as I’m dreaming it was? your presence is a gift enough, so please come visit us when you return. that’s now the goal! first the wedding, then our sweet little festival baby. HAH you and me both! there are plenty of adult diapers on hand in our house right now if you need one. the unglamorous side of giving birth. of course he does! he has a sun hat collection. didn’t i gift you a pair of my triarchy overalls? it feels appropriate that you wear yours to match. please, we have more than we could ever eat ourselves. we’ll snip you off a big bag of herbs and the girls will pick some produce for you. she takes after her dad! he’s such a nut and prefers fruit to sweets so i hope my insane ice cream craving didn’t drive him completely mad. as you shouldn’t! but i swill warn you, we might make this a hard decision for you. 😉

( t e x t ) you're gonna act up my allergies 🤧 dammit lady you have a piece of my heart, that's a fact. It's his biggest role yet! aha i take it lennon's the leader of the pack, head of the coolest girl gang there ever was. --- low-key, the smartest way to go. I've seen some insane and exhausting one year old's parties in my days and i always think what's the point. oh lady i'd be back there in a heartbeat, but we stayed in Genoa. I've been planting the idea of one day getting a villa there in jess's mind, so maybe one day we'll be inviting you all for an Italian summer 😉 speaking of the wedding, is there a dress in sight yet of is that so far outta your mind right now ? phew! the last thing i wanna be doing is leaving a puddle and blaming it on someone else. YOU DID. i've gotta forward on some photo's jess managed to capture with her camera with me practically living in those overalls in Minnesota, when i say they're the comfiest i've ever worn. so i'm gonna need to raid that hat collection of his aha. wow, i feel spoilt already. oh man you could already win me over with the ice cream if he's more of a fruit salad guy. i've never anticipated something so much then this 🥴