whos-madi

[lihhelsing]

Part 2

Unknown number: Hey

Steve is sitting on the couch, he has Top Gun playing in the background just because he wanted some noise. The house feels empty whenever Robin has a different shift than him.

The message comes from an unknown number and he just watches as the three dots appear. It’s probably someone trying to sell him something but he’s so bored all he can do is watch. 

When the message finally comes through, Steve feels his stomach dropping in surprise, a small rush coursing through him. 

Unknown Number: It’s Eddie. The guy who was rude to you for no good reason? You know, the one who thought you were being an asshole just to embarrass himself in front of the hottest guy he had ever seen? 

Unknown Number: God, I sound dumb. You probably don’t remember me but it’s Eddie. 

Steve remembers. Of course he does.

Unknown Number: Anyway. I’m making it worse, aren’t I? I just wanted to apologize. I can delete your number after this, but I felt like I owed you. You didn’t do anything wrong and I was a bitch. Sorry. I’ll leave you alone now. 

Steve doesn’t want to be left alone. Without thinking he dials the number. Feels like messages aren’t the best way to handle the situation. 

“Hi,” Eddie says a little out of breath after the third ring.

“Hey,” Steve says back. There’s a smile threatening to bloom on his face because Eddie sounds flustered and Steve kind of loves it. “Sorry I called.” 

“Sorry I messaged,” Eddie says back and Steve chuckles. 

“I’m glad you did,” he says and he swears Eddie’s breath hitches. 

“I’m glad you did, too.” 

Steve had been debating whether or not to message Eddie. He’d told the story to Robin and she laughed at his expense as usual, but then she shrugged and said Steve should let it go. It wasn’t his fault the guy got played and Steve shouldn’t feel guilty. 

He didn’t. He just really couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie. 

After a beat where neither of them says anything, Steve decides to tackle the elephant in the room.

"So, uh, I'm really sorry about the whole catfish thing. I don't know why someone would be this mean."

Eddie hums on the other side of the line and Steve thinks this is it, maybe he'll offer him an excuse and hang up and actually delete his number, but Eddie surprises him. 

"It's ok, you know. I should've suspected it, honestly. There's no way someone as hot as you would be interested in someone like me."

"You keep saying that and yet I remember giving you my number anyway," Steve says playfully. 

"Yeah, 'cause you were feeling sorry for me." Eddie says back and Steve actually scoffs. 

"Well, no. I actually thought you were pretty cute," Steve shrugs even though Eddie can't see him. He's never that forthcoming but there's something about Eddie that keeps pulling him in and he just wants to see where this is going. 

"Pretty cute, huh? I'll take it."

"I can tell you what else I thought when I first saw you over… Dinner?"

Eddie's laugh fills Steve's ear and it's a glorious sound. 

"You want to take me to dinner?"

"Yeah, of course. If, you know, it's not too weird. I know I'm not the person you thought you were talking to but maybe I can be cool too."

Eddie hums again and Steve thinks he's probably debating if it is too weird. He's also oddly curious about the whole thing but he has no idea if Eddie would want to talk about it. 

"Yeah, ok. We can do dinner."

Maybe he's going to find out. 

X

Steve has always been good at first dates, but this thing with Eddie doesn't really feel like a first date. 

After their awkward first call and Steve asking Eddie out on a date they just started texting. A lot. Because of Steve's crazy shifts at the coffee shop and Eddie's weird hours at the bar he worked on was kind of hard to find a time for their date, but it was like neither of them was in any rush for that. 

Steve discovered he was a little obsessed with finding out things about Eddie. Like how he always dreamed about becoming a rockstar but actually loved his job at the bar and creating different drinks and just getting to meet different people all the time. He also told Steve about his uncle, who he loved with all his heart, and how his dad had disappeared from his life right after his mother died. 

Talking to Eddie was easy in a way Steve had never known with anyone else and he really enjoyed it. He particularly liked the little night time routine they created. Steve would call Eddie whenever he got home, knowing Eddie was just getting ready to go to work, and they would talk, sometimes until Steve was fast asleep in his bed and Eddie was driving to the bar. 

But after a month, Steve is itching to see him. Even if it's just so the two could talk in person, he kind of wants to look at Eddie and take notes on all the little things about him like he'd done so many times with every picture Eddie had sent his way. 

So he calls Eddie and tells him Robin finally agreed to switch shifts with him next friday so they can go out. 

Steve leaves out the part where he had to promise to do her chores at the house for a month and had to make up some story about needing to see a doctor. She hadn't been budging whenever he said he wanted to go out on a date with Eddie because she kept telling him she couldn't miss her classes just because Steve wanted to get laid so, yeah, a little lie wouldn't hurt. 

"So, Friday. It's a date?" Steve asks a little nervously on the phone. He's already showered and is laying in bed with his hair dripping wet. Too excited to talk to Eddie to bother blowing out his hair. 

Eddie hesitates. Steve hears in the way his reply takes a minute to come. In a second he second guesses everything. Maybe Eddie had been talking to him just to realize Steve really wasn't the person he thought he was talking to. Maybe Eddie-

"Steve?" Eddie asks on the phone and Steve gets brought back to reality. "Sorry. Don't overthink this…"

Too late, Steve thinks. He says, "so it's a no on the date?"

"What?"

"You don't want to go on a date with me," he doesn't ask now. "It's fine, Eddie. It was worth a shot and it's fine if you realized you didn't-"

"Oh my god, will you shut up? Of course I want to go on a date with you. It's just… You know, I'm weird and messy and I talk too much and you're… You know. You."

"I'm… Nothing special."

"Now, you and I both know that's not true. I mean, you're hot. I won't lie, I started talking to you because I had never had a guy that hot talking to me and wanting something with me. But now I see you're so much more than that. I just… I don't want to disappoint you. What if you don't like me in person because I'm awkward and too skinny and talk too loudly and dress weird and-"

"Now you are overthinking this. I gave you my number and I asked you out on multiple occasions and I just… Really like talking to you. I would very much like talking to you in person over dinner. And then maybe inviting you over to my place so we could keep on talking, maybe. We could, uh… You know, fall asleep on the same bed for once."

Wow. Steve has no idea where all of that came from but he realizes he means it. 

Eddie's voice comes out a little strangled when he speaks, "Just sleep?"

Steve coughs, feels himself blushing. What is up with all that? Why is he suddenly acting like a high schooler? 

"So is that a yes on the date?"

"Yes, Steve. That's a yes on the date."

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[theemporium]

Pretty please a mai tai! With Quinn Hughes and promt 35 💛

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

35. kissing their bruises and scars

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“It looks worse than it feels.”

The words were out of his mouth the second you opened the door, like he knew very well the thoughts racing through your head. And yet, despite them, it did little to actually diminish any of the worries you had since you watched the hit. 

It was a dirty hit. It was dirty and unnecessary and when Quinn took a little too long to stand back up, your heart felt like it was seconds away from exploding out of your chest. You don’t think your heart rate had returned to normal since. 

It didn't help that you weren’t there. 

Instead, you were forced to watch the whole thing from your living room couch, endless replays looped on the huge screen with very little information on his state or well-being shared. You had sent a handful of messages to his phone on the off chance he would have it by him, but you knew it was likely tucked at the bottom of his backpack (where it would stay until he was ready to leave the rink).

And Quinn didn’t usually visit after late games. He tried not to, especially if they had gone on longer than expected. He never had a valid reason to, not when you were stuck in that weird stage of more than friends but not quite together. He couldn’t handle the possibility that you would reject him if he showed up (as if you ever would). 

But he knew you would be worried. He had seen the messages. He knew he had to see you, if only for you to see that he was fine and he would be okay, despite being a little roughed up. 

“Don’t lie to me,” you replied, your brows still furrowed in concern as you opened the door wider to let him in.

“I’m not,” Quinn retorted far too quickly. 

“I can see you wincing.” 

He fell quiet after that. 

Little words were shared between the two of you as you made your way to your bedroom. It was late and Quinn was undoubtedly tired and, truthfully, the two of you had far bigger problems to worry about than sharing a bed. It wasn’t the first time it had happened. It probably wouldn’t be the last either. And, in your one bedroom apartment, there wasn’t much choice other than one of you taking the couch, which was never going to happen.

You fit together seamlessly, working seamlessly around each other as you crawled into bed. The only light in the room was the small lamp on the nightstand. And a part of you knew you should lean over, switch it off and let Quinn get the rest he needed. 

But you couldn’t shake it off. You couldn’t close your eyes without seeing the hit replay in your head.

“Can I see it?” 

Quinn blinked, a little unsure if he had imagined you speaking or not. But then he turned his head and found you propped up on an elbow, looking down at him with an expression much heavier than he liked seeing on you. And there was nothing in this world you could have asked him in that moment that he would deny you.

A few beats passed as he reached for the hem of his shirt, slowly dragging the fabric up until his torso was completely exposed to you in the soft light of the bedside lamp. It was the start of something ugly, taking up a good portion of his side. It was hard to see clearly but the dull yellow and purples spread across his fair skin showed the makings of a large bruise that would stain his body for a while, that would make him a little more aware of each breath, each movement, each hit on the ice. 

The silence stretched out as you slowly raised your hand, hesitating for a few moments before your fingers began to lightly trace over the forming bruise. It didn’t hurt, your touch was far too light to cause any damage. But it didn’t stop his breath from hitching. 

“You scared me out there,” you whispered, too scared to speak any louder and ruin the moment.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled back in response, watching your expression closely.

There was another pause, another stretch of silence before you moved away. Quinn couldn’t tear his eyes off you as you leaned down, your warm breath fanning across his skin before you pressed a chaste kiss to his bruise. 

It lasted no longer than two seconds but it still made his chest tighten at the softness of it all. And then you placed another one a few inches above the last. And continued to do so until most of his side had been kissed gently by your lips.

“M’sure that’ll make it all better in the morning,” he rasped, his voice thick with an emotion he wasn’t ready to reveal yet. Not this late into the night, at least.

“I’ll keep it up until you’re all healed then,” you whispered to him, the implication lying between you both like a comforting blanket.

His lips twitched. “I’d like that.”

Your smile mimicked his. “Good.”

And it wasn’t the right time to acknowledge it, to call out the tension and the feelings and everything in between. But it was coming and you both knew it was inevitable. And maybe that made it easier to fall asleep with little else to say.

Or maybe it was the fact you were curled up on his good side, his arm wrapped protectively around you and the press of your bodies together lulling the two of you to sleep with unexpected but heartwarming ease.

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[fernlessbastard]

Quackity's a workaholic.

He would spend nights working instead of sleeping, but eventually, when Las Nevadas was developed enough to mostly run itself, that it isn't just work. He could never truly sleep, never wanted to fall asleep, scared of his own mind when not focused on something, only sometimes pushing himself to rest through alcohol or pure exhaustion.

Wilbur on the other hand never had issues falling asleep. It came to him naturally, or maybe it was the constant exhaustion (especially after revival). He could never really sleep though. He would fall asleep, but not rest, half conscious most of the time, or experiencing terrible nightmares and waking up in the middle of the night.

Inspired by your recent art, Quackity would sometimes just stare at sleeping Wilbur. But, Wilbur would often stare at sleeping Quackity in the morning, admiring his lover when he's all soft and calm, and thinking of ways to surprise him with something nice when he wakes up. Maybe he should make him breakfast.

Ok so I love this cause I absolutely adore the "opposites attract" HCs with Q but it'd always be like "well they both definitely have sleep issues" but this is a way to have both and like that's a major slay

Three little hcs regarding their sleeping habits: 1. they both have a tendency to wake up when the other does, just automatically - they're just synchronised (most of the time at least one of them falls right back asleep tho); 2. Wilbur's weak sleep is significantly worse when Quackity's still working - like, he will finally come to bed and Wil's asleep but then Q sits down on the bed (quietly as fuck) and Wilbur's like "hey"; 3. they switch around their sleeping positions, but Wilbur absolutely loves being the small spoon - partly cause he's always cold, but mainly cause he wasn't held enough as a kid/hj

Aaaand in the spirit of the ask, a little headcanon that's tied up with this (plus more at the end):

Common one, but I'll elaborate - Quackity's warm, Wilbur's cold. So, of course Wilbur's cold after revival cause his body's kinda fucked up and all that. Quackity - for a normal human (or a normal animal hybrid I guess idk works with duck too) consistently has a pretty high body temperature. He prefers sleeping mostly undressed (maybe with shorts on but that's not a guarantee/lh), he usually has to unbutton his shirt a bit lower than standard (I mean he's also a whore but it's a 2 in 1 y'know), etc etc.

Now, with Schlatt that resulted in limited cuddling even in the honeymoon phase cause the other also had a higher body temperature, and they'd just end up sweaty and uncomfortable.

With Eret the relationship started with a generic, platonic, positive message ("you matter ♡ -Eret" which they gave out to people in general just as a nice gesture, but nothing romantic) and ended with Q alone at the altar, so it's probably safe to say that didn't really come up.

With Karl and Sapnap though his body temperature was both too much, and not enough - Sapnap, as a demon hybrid, was much warmer, so with him cuddling wasn't really the most comfortable long-term, and while Karl was slightly on the colder side, Quackity wasn't as warm as Sapnap, so Karl would mostly cling to the latter. They'd try to make it all "even", but the emotional and physical distance was still noticeable.

And then there's Wilbur.

In pogtopia they didn't really cuddle much, but whenever they touched shoulders or leaned against each other Quackity noticed that Wilbur would frequently lean in for just a second longer than normal. This came back 10x stronger after revival. With a lot of Wilbur's nerves and blood vessels fucked up, he's pretty cold most of the time. The first time they cuddle he absolutely sinks into the embrace, making a comment about how nicely warm the other is. Quackity doesn't expect it to hit him as hard as it does. He giggles, slightly flustered, and dismisses it as Wilbur just being colder. From then on it repeats, and soon enough Quackity returns the favour by unintentionally hitting Wilbur with something along the lines of "you're like, the perfect temperature". See, Wilbur's always been on the colder side. He'd hear comments about how cold his hands were - not to even mention post revival - and he never really thought much of it, until Quackity's comment just hit him like a ton of bricks, and he just felt so perfectly in place in Q's arms. They just form the perfect temperature equilibrium; not too warm, not too cold - just perfect.

Little bonus: Quackity starts occasionally taking a jacket or sth with him even though he doesn't need it but he knows Wilbur will probably get cold (and need a second jacket).

Another little bonus that connects this HC to a different one about Quackity having sensory issues. VERY tldr is that sometimes he just gets this intense physical discomfort in his limbs (AuADHD moment), and only way to lessen it is intense stretching, OOOORR using Wilbur as his personal ice bag. There'll be nights where Wilbur will try to move his foot cause "it's probably too cold and bothering Q" just for Quackity to "scold" him for moving it cause it was pressing perfectly into his calf and keeping him from losing his mind cause of sensory issues.

Also they both have food sensitivities, but Q's are more broad, and sometimes they'll spend hours arguing(/lovingly) over what to get on pizza, or when they go to a new food place sometimes Wilbur will just look at Quackity who's staring at the idk olives he accidentally ordered in his food (cause he didn't know the dish contained them) and he will just silently slide over his plate so that his boyfriend can peacefully pick all of them out and give them to Wilbur. When Wilbur encounters food sensitivities - say, in a restaurant - Quackity will go full Karen mode and make sure his boyfriend gets only the food he wants.

Continuing the topic of mental health, sometimes Wilbur will struggle with hygiene during depressive episodes, to which Quackity will either motivate him with showering together(/nsx), a shared bath, if he's doing worse, or in the worst case scenario he'll help him clean himself up with a damp cloth (no judgement, no comments even, just love and support)

[heartfullofleeches]

milk crew reaction receiven nudes from reader

[suggestive]

Strawberry: Oh wow- Give a guy a little head's up next time. The most innocent about it and just says you look amazing and leaves it there - until he realizes you may want something in return.

Vanilla: Unexpected, but she's not one to complain nor waste opportunity. If she's in a position to, she'll send you a photo back with compliments straight out of romance novel (possibly one she had on hand)

Milk Tea: About time, but secondly how dare you not be around to take care of what you've caused. Demands you drop whatever you're doing and come over - if he's not speeding to your location instead

Ginger: Is in her shop twenty four seven and probably injures herself getting to her phone. Sends you a picture of her bandaged hand and two simple words "Send more."

Rootbeer: Eyes bulging out of his head, heart stopping. Cowboy will sprint to the nearest drugstore to find a pair of glasses that'll work for the time to see you in all your glory. At the end of it, he just sends a picture of his empty bed and "your place, or mine?"

Cherry: "I was in need of some motivation for practice. If only I could have the real thing though" You hear her skates at your door not even a minute later

Spice: "Dear, please. You are gorgeous as always, but I am working." Acts civilized, but the second the bar is clear he's rushing to the back to rub one out and go into heavy detail about what thoughts your photos conjured throughout the day.

Oat: "That's nice, love." Leaves it there or she would go into how lovely you'd look tied up.

Chocolate: "On my way. Move or put any clothes on and we'll have a problem."

Banana: Leaves you on read. This isn't malicious by any means, Banana is just easily flustered and has never seen anyone naked before. Compliments the wall behind you and hates herself for it later.

Peach: Responds with pictures of her in some lingerie she had conveniently lying around. The second you get that "Omw" text is when she's right outside your window.

Cotton Candy: Uses your nudes for reference in their art or starts commenting on what paints would go well on you since it's pretty hard to paint with one hand.

Eggnog: Very conflicted. High chance they're living in your attic during this and they don't know what to do. Should they go down? No - you would've said so in your message. Do you want to see them? No - they aren't pretty like you. Eventually works up to courage to send you a picture of them shirtless just to see where things go

Screamsicle: Sends you a picture of one of their skeletons dressed in one of the sexy costumes they've made along with a cheesy pick up line. This is to distract they're afraid of what you'll say if they send you pictures of themself as they are a bit self conscious about being one of the smallest height and muscle wise hybrids... and you're the hottest person they've ever seen

Mint: Sends a few emojis and a picture of themselves naked plain and simple. Some stuff about you sitting on their face later in conversation too

Apple: Please don't make the doctor horny at work. Their thoughts are on you enough already. If you send nudes during work they'll have no choice but to close shop early because they're too caught up on your photos. After hours are free game and they will be at your door momentarily

Licorice: Calls you so you can hear what your little offering is doing for him. That's what you wanted, right? Depending on the day, those sounds might even come from inside your closet.

[shadowmaat]

NeverBidens

We're on a fast track to another Trump presidency. It was already going to be a dicey situation given his popularity among the white power groups, the antiqueer extremists, the misogynists, xenophobes, terrorist militias, and ultraconservative Christians.

Unfortunately, there's another equally large group throwing themselves in the mix. People who claim to be leftists, but whose beliefs align more with the alt-right than anything on the liberals side.

The NeverBidens use Biden's involvement with Israel over Palestine as a rallying cry to oust him. They're furious over the genocide taking place in Palestine and think the only way to "save" those people is to get rid of Biden.

"We need to send a message to Dems!" they claim. This has never worked in modern history, of course, and has led to an increase in suffering when attempts have been made, but that hardly matters. Whether it's refusing to vote at all or wasting a vote on a third party, their goal is the same as MAGA's: get Trump installed as president.

Why? Well, some of them say that Trump can "hardly be worse" than Biden, which shows a significant memory failure, if true. Others have flat-out stated that their goal is to destroy the US: burn it all down and start over from the ashes. This is, they claim, the only way to "fix" the country. I'm beginning to believe that this is what all of them want, no matter what excuses they make or lies they tell themselves.

Some of them may claim that no, this isn't about killing the US, it's about saving Palestinians, but if that were true they'd voting for the guy who is at least starting to waffle a bit rather than the guy who thinks Benji should "finish the job already."

The ones willing to admit they want the violent destruction of the US are also aware that this will lead to countless deaths, both in the US and across the world. It's a "necessary sacrifice" to achieve the "better world" they envision, and they're willing to throw all of us onto the pyre of their beliefs.

This is part of why I say that NeverBidens are a death cult: whether they're willing to admit it or not, they know a lot of innocent people are going to die, and they either want that or don't care as long as they "win." Many of them may not even care what comes next as long as the rest of us are punished: for allowing the country to get this bad, for voting Biden into office in the first place, for not managing to fix everything already.

Do the people calling for the death of the US honestly believe something better will take its place? Or do they just want the country to die and don't care what happens next? Hard to say. I'm sure some of them could probably outline grand plans for a better future, one where everyone is treated equally and nothing bad ever happens and all is wonderful and perfect, but that isn't the same as believing it's possible. And it isn't the same as being able to successfully implement those plans without any hiccups or dissent.

As an aside, I remember reading about a group of disenfranchised fic fans who decided they'd had enough of AO3's lenient content policies and decided to start up their own perfect archive: one where Immoral Content™ was forbidden and all the creepy perverts on AO3 wouldn't be allowed.

Which might have worked well if they had been able to agree on the specifics of the immoral content and where to draw the lines. Except, y'know, everyone has their own opinions on "immoral" and eventually the arguing got so bad that the project was abandoned.

Anyway! NeverBidens are a death cult. A lot of them get angry when you point that out. No, no, they don't want more people to die, they want the Palestinians to live! How, exactly, that's supposed to be accomplished with Trump as president remains vague and undefined. And even if, by some miracle, Trump suddenly decided to stop sending Israel money and weapons, A) I'm pretty sure Benji could continue to cause damage without us (we're his biggest supporter, not his only one), and B) what about the rest of the world? What about the genocides in Sudan, Ukraine, Afghanistan, etc? What about the hellscapes in the DR Congo? Haiti? Nigeria? Mass death and violence is happening in so many places across the world, not just Palestine.

While Palestine deserves to be recognized, so do all the other people who are suffering. And yeah, the US is going to get significantly worse under Trump, too. As is planned. As is desired by certain factions, including the NeverBidens. But hey, a little mass death, stripped rights, global suffering, and terrorism is better than letting Biden remain in office, right?

[nonotnolan]

Summer Break Dullahans

I can’t say that I was expecting to respond to somebody’s cry for help at three in the afternoon.  The student dorms were already pretty empty, since only one of the three buildings would be open for summer classes, and most people were at home until the summer semester officially started.  So when I heard a faint cry of “Can anybody hear me?  I need help!” it was easy for me to believe that the guy had been yelling in vain for quite awhile.  I wasn’t sure what I expected-- a Freshman who managed to get pinned between the bed and the wall, maybe?  I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to see Ben’s detached head sitting on a couch pillow.

No wonder he was yelling for help, he was literally just a head!  I walked over and picked him up off the couch, grabbing him on either side of his ears.  I thought for sure this was just an optical illusion somehow, but... no, I was holding his entire head in my hands.  “Put me down, jackass,” he shouted, trying and failing to wiggle out of my grip.  “I don’t need help from you.”

I wasn’t expecting to feel the muscles in his jaw move as he spoke, and I’m a bit ashamed to admit I actually dropped him in surprise.  He landed on the couch, at least, but it couldn’t have felt good to land nose-first from that far up.  “I’m so sorry, Ben,” I said, as I rotated him back to an upright position.  “What happened to you, anyway?”

“You know damn well what happened-- your fucking roommate happened, that’s what,” he said, glaring at me.  “I was just watching some Netflix when Grant barges into my room with a goddamn sword.  Next thing I know I’m stuck on the couch, and he’s taking away my headless body!  He already told me about your plan to steal bodies away from other guys, don’t you fucking dare pretend to feel bad.”  Well, that was news to me, but Ben refused to believe a word I said.  Not knowing what else to do, I turned on the TV on for him, and leaved the door open so that the next person might be able to find him a bit easier.  

Pulling out my phone, I discovered that I’d missed a few text messages from Grant.  He said he was waiting for me downstairs in the parking garage with a surprise that I’d have to see to believe.  Which... yeah, if I hadn’t managed to stumble across Ben’s detached head, I don’t think that I ever would have expected to see a muscular Grant.  He was a great roommate and all, but the dude was maybe 120 pounds on a good day.  Given that I was easily twice his weight, the two of us definitely had a weird dynamic going.

Or, we used to, at any rate.  The new Grant was almost certainly a lot more muscular than he had ever been before in his entire life.  It was hard to imagine the guy who stayed up every night with me to grind rank in League of Legends being able to earn a physique like that.  And there was something about seeing his pale head resting on top of Ben’s tanned body that was just far too comical.

“What, is that the only reaction I’m going to get?” he asked, frowning slightly.  “Fuckin’ look at me, bro.  I’m like some sort of Alpha Male now.  You wish you could be a man like me!”  He started flexing his arms, causing veins to appear in places I didn’t even know they existed.  “It’s okay to be jealous, Eric.  You don’t gotta act so modest on my account.  I know you’re gay, it’s okay if you suddenly want a piece of this.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.  “Sorry if you were expecting me to be completely losing it right now,” I said.  “I already ran into Ben upstairs, and he told me... well, what’s left of him told me about what you did.  Nice sword, by the way.”

“Well, fuck,” he said, letting his shoulders drop.  There was something about seeing him stand there, slouched over, that made him look so much more like the real Grant.  “Probably should have slapped his head onto my old body before leaving.  I guess on the plus side, I won’t have to work very hard to convince you that this sword is magic somehow.  And anyway, I still have another surprise up my sleeve.”  He snapped his fingers, and gestured toward a figure who had been standing off in the shadows.  Well, most of a figure, at any rate.  A headless body, absolutely stacked with muscles, stepped forward into the lights.

“Did you... is that for me?” I asked, trying to make sense of the surge of emotions I felt.  Desire.  Longing.  Lust.  Holy hell, I wanted that body to be mine.  The shoulders, the pecs, the abs... healthy, vibrant, everything that my current pale and flabby body could never be.  Not without more work than I would ever be willing to do.  A primal, animalistic Need.  And, if I had to be honest, a slight amount of guilt.  I’d already saw what Grant had done to Ben.  If I made this body mine, I would be stealing it from someone else.

I was utterly entranced.  I found myself tracing the ridges of its chest with my fingers, my head utterly swimming in hormones as my manhood rose to its paltry four inches underneath my cargo shorts.  “Grant, who did... where did you find him?”

“Nuh-uh,” Grant said, shaking his head at me.  “I know you, Eric.  You think too much.  If I tell you his name, you’re gonna feel bad and you’re gonna try to make it up to him.  Fuck that shit.  This is all or nothing.  You want this body, you don’t get to know whose it was.”

He knew me far too well.  I looked back and forth between Grant and the headless muscle hunk that he had procured for me.  Did I want it that badly?  Would I be able to live with myself afterward?  My head tried to argue ethics, but my heart already knew my answer.  

I dropped down onto my knees, giving Grant easier access to my neck.  He lifted the sword up high into the air, striking down with a massive swing.  I felt a sudden lurch as I fell several feet to the ground.  I tried to use my arms to prevent myself from hitting the ground, only I didn’t have arms anymore-- my old body was completely unresponsive.

“Hey, wanna know what your new body is gonna smell like?”  I tried to protest, but I was unable to stop Grant from lifting up my new body’s arm and shoving my head right into its armpit.  The coarse hair brushed up against my nose and lips as the sweaty musk filled my nostrils.  “Yeah, you like that, don’t you,” he said, laughing at me.  I wanted to be mad, but... he was absolutely right.

“Just shut up and attach my head,” I said, trying not to let him know how much it was turning me on.  If I didn’t have an armpit fetish before, I did now.  Grant lowered my head into place, and suddenly I had full control over my new, muscular body.

I practically sprinted back inside to find a bathroom with a good mirror.  Can you blame me?  You could still see the difference between my head’s pale skin and my body’s bronze tan, but I think maybe a lot of people would  just assume that I had used tanning spray.  Hell, for all I know, my prior body really had used a tanning spray.

A few months from now, the rest of my friends would return from summer break, and I would have to try and convince everyone that I had gained this body naturally.  No one would ever believe that I had lost 100 pounds at the same time that my roommate gained 100 pounds.  Although... if Grant was planning to keep the sword, maybe he would be willing to hook up my friends with a new body as well?

[x-stephanie-sinnz-x]

Stephanie Love, or Stephanie Sinnz ?

As some of you may know , my husband and I gave up the hotwife lifestyle for more of a traditional christian lifestyle, and I/we have kept from any type of outside indulgence........

That is up until last week.

I'm not sure exactly how long it's been since we/I have done  anything outside of our marriage. The best I can guess is several months.

During that time I have been incredibly horny, to the point I'm soaking through my panties, and have been soaking wet during sex with my husband.

Last week I had off work, and with no money and no place to go, hubby and I just stayed home. During that week hubby and I engaged in sex as we normal do, but one particular night was different.

Lately when he cums, if he doesn't cum inside me, he'd pull out and cum on me.

The thing is his orgasms have just been kinda flowing out, not the usual lengthy shots I/we are accustomed to.

This one particular night I was in the missionary position and he pulled out and blasted his cum on my face and up over my head, hitting the headboard.

Oh wow! I said.

Both of us being pretty surprised, I asked him what that was all about.

He admitted to me, that he was imagining my soaking wet pussy was leftover cum from other men. 

 

After a long talk that night, we agreed to start back up into our old lifestyle, but we should probably take it slower this time, and maybe practice a bit more attentiveness and prudence.

The next day we talked about a cum and dump, a gangbang, a train, etc , due to the fact we had a full free week.

The only problem was that it's been many months and I wasn't sure I was in shape for all that. Not to mention, we had just agreed on starting off slow. Lol

I have many many phone numbers blocked on my phone, so that night I unblocked but only one, that one was Quincy. I made the call , and he sent me to voice mail.

Before I could even process what the fuck! He messaged and it read 'I'll call you back'.

Roughly 30 min later he called.

We talked for a bit and got the long time no sees and he missed me etc, out of the way.

He said he had a new girlfriend but he still definitely wanted to do something with me.

I explained to him the whole hotwife lifestyle I was living and the change my husband and I took, and he agreed to help out in anyway possible, including meeting my husband, coming to our house, letting my husband watch, etc .

We planned for the following night, and so hubby and I controlled our urge to have sex in anticipation for the following night.

The night of I/we where ready. I made the phone call, no answer, I messaged, no response.

It was at that point hubby and I gave up.

We sat around talking. My husband was trying to boost my damaged spirit by saying what a fool Quincy was, and what a great wife I am, etc.

Hubby suggested we watch a feel good movie naked in bed, then he was going to make sweet love to me.

Halfway through the movie,  I get a text from Quincy, 'sorry, im here now, is it okay?' it read.

Still naked I spang from the bed, opened the door and he told me that we had to be quick cause he told his girlfriend he was just runningto the store. He told me that he had just fucked her, and that she had just cum all over his cock.   Hearing him say that got me instantly horny and I knew I wanted to taste her cum. Entering the bedroom where my husband still layed, i introduced them quickly, and they made a quick "Hi" .

I pulled out his cock and started taking it down my throat as best I could (he is big, very big). He was right that he must have cum recently and I could taste that he had just been inside of a pussy. 

I licked him clean before hopping on top of him and riding him hard until the thought of him fucking me right after he fucked his girlfriend made me cum hard. After I came he lifted me up and down until he filled me up with his cum. He made me lick him clean before he rushed out of the car and back home so his girlfriend wouldn't know. 

The whole thing prob took only a few minutes but it was enough time to stretch me out and fill me full.

My husband waisted no time in ravishing my used body, and cumming super hard inside me.

Ps. The next day I made a doctors appointment because I was have pain and cramping down there.

I got a clean bill of health, but apparently I was hurting because his big dick stretch me out so fast, and the cramping was because his big dick was slamming my uterus.

Basically,  I'm just out of practice. Lol

[y0urm4m]

Distant memories

Warnings: arguing, swearing, mentions of sexual activity.

Summary: You see a familiar face in public and all you can think about is the old memories with a bit of a twist at the end!

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╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇, 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 ❞

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I looked down at my phone, my roommate stephy had messaged. She was hungover and needed some stuff from the grocery store. I rolled my eyes at the message, I’d obviously have to go as otherwise I wouldn’t have had any food or anything I just needed to finish the painfully hard shift I hated this job but otherwise I’d have no source of income at all. This was gonna be a hectic 2 hours.

I groaned,cleaning the last table, grabbing my bag and signing out. 3:48pm, if I could get in the store and home quick enough Stephy should still be asleep as she said she set an alarm for 5. I grabbed my car keys unlocking the car before hoping in.

After a antagonising drive I eventually made it to the store, grabbing a cart and rushing in. The first isle I had to go to was the soda isle as I hoped they had more of my favourite drink, I rushed over to the isle eventually finding what I was looking for but when I looked up I was caught by surprise. Chris sturniolo, this couldn’t be happening right now I hadn’t seen him in years. He slowly looked up at me, I couldn’t tell if he knew it was me until he spoke. “Y/N?” He asked. “Hi Chris.” I replied sheepishly. I just wanted to pull a lever and fall through the floor at this point. The tension was thick in the air. But as I was about to make an excuse to leave he spoke again. “So how’ve you been?” “Uh.. good, how about you?” I asked looking down at my shopping cart. “I’ve been good, I recently moved to la with Matt and Nick which was pretty cool.” He replied. “That’s great I hope the move was good,” I said. He smiled, the same smile I remember seeing when we would eat ice cream laughing at films. Just thinking about the memories made me almost cry. “I should probably get going, I’m actually here to get stuff for my roommate.” I added my voice almost cracking. “Oh alright, it was nice seeing you!” He replied before leaving the isle. “Bye.” I practically whispered. I rushed around the rest of the shop hoping to not encounter Chris again because I would probably start crying.

I finally payed and headed back home which felt painfully long as all I could think about was my encounter with Chris I had finally made it to my apartment. I grabbed the shopping bags and unlocked the door, dropping the groceries off and heading straight to my room. I changed into some lounge wear and sat at my vanity looking in the mirror. I looked horrible my makeup practically gone,my high ponytail hung low and the eye bags from working overtime awfully visible—

But my focus on my face was abruptly shifted to the instagram notification that had popped up. I unlocked my phone opening instagram.

christophersturniolo has started following you.

I hesitantly clicked on his profile following him back, but after staring at his profile for 5 minutes I began scrolling through the posts. Mostly they were pictures of him and his brothers but as I went further on the timeline one picture specifically caught my attention. It was a picture of me and Chris, my head leant on his shoulder. I remember that day, Nick took the picture of us the day Chris asked me to be his girlfriend. Just looking at the picture was nostalgic and sad.

I scrolled down further, it was a mirror picture of Me, Matt, Nick and Chris all together. The day we all sat crying of laughter cause I tripped over the last step. Just thinking about the memory made me smile although it also made me emotional. The tears that had built up this whole time finally falling but thinking about all the good memories made me thinking about the bad memories.

The time me and Chris had a petty argument because he left me at his house alone till 2am or the time we both were mad at each other for talking to other people at a party that argument also played in my head on replay as that was the day we broke up.

Start of flash back:

I walked inside the house flinching at the door slamming behind me, “who the fuck was you speaking to the whole time?” He said frowning at me. “What do you mean who the fuck was I speaking to you was speaking to that girl the whole time!” I replied raising my voice. “That "girl" you’re shouting about is my friend so answer my question!” he spat back. I frowned, “well your supposed friend was definitely expecting you to fuck her or something!” I spat back. He was taken aback by that but still spoke up. “Well it sure looked like that man wanted to fuck you, he was practically undressing you just with his gaze! And you didn’t do shit about that you kept speaking to him!” He shouted even louder this time. I just rolled my eyes. “You know what Chris I can’t be assed for your shit, that girl was all fucking over you maybe you should just go fuck her!”I said, shocked at the words that had just left my mouth. His eyes widened, “What did you just say!?”he said his eyes narrowing slightly. “You heard me.”I said crossing my arms over my chest. “Y/n you should leave I’ll drop your stuff off tomorrow, this just isn’t going to work.”he spoke softly this time. I just grabbed my phone slamming the door on the way out. I remember the whole night I was crying in stephy’s arms.

End of flashback:

By this point the tears were streaming down my face my eyes foggy from how much I was crying. All I wanted that day was to walk back to Chris’ house, apologies and go lay down in his bed with him. But after that day we never spoke again, I always wanted to reach out and apologise but could never bring myself to click send. I honestly missed the old days when I wasn’t stressed over working overtime and I was just living life, when I’d spend all day with Chris and his brothers going on road trips and making good memories. I looked down at my phone now in the dm section, my fingers hovering the keyboard, as I began typing. But before I could even press send I received a message.

Christophersturniolo: Hey, after seeing you in the store earlier I couldn’t help but want to apologise on the way we ended I shouldn’t have even started the argument so what I was wondering is maybe you’d want to hang out some time?

I stared at my phone for a few minutes before eventually typing. I started off by apologising for how immature I acted at the time and how I should have heard him out instead of carrying on bickering with him, I then told him I’d love to hang out when I was next free.

For the next five minutes I stared into space until the realisation hit me, holy shit I just planned to hang out with my ex after however long.

I was then surprised by another notification. Christophersturniolo mentioned you in his story. It was the photo that I saw earlier, the one where my head was leant on his shoulder. I smiled to myself. 2 years ago today, it was if me was meant to see each other today.

I guess it’s as they say, everything happens for a reason.

A/N: I decided to do a bit of a different ending this time lmk what you think!!

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[bogartchive]

in sickness and in health [gepard x oc]

i haven't written anything in maybe two years but yeah. no beta we die like cocolia.

warnings: oc x canon. maybe ooc gepard and a lot of self-indulgence

side story

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the first thing gepard feels is softness. something is gently patting his skin, starting from his forehead and making its way to his arm. there's a throbbing pain everywhere on his body, but it's especially worse on his arm. he struggles to open his eyes— and he finds that he is only able to open one for now.

"you're awake." his vision is blurry, but there's only one person who could have that familiar voice and black hair. they stare at him with lifeless eyes, a contrast to the gentle smile on their face.

maria. he wants to say their name, but his throat is dry and his voice won't cooperate. gepard's eyes finally adjust to the light, which bounces on their hair from above. it seems like a halo from his position below, mesmerized at the sight.

"do you know me?" they put the towel in their hands down on the table beside them. "if you can't move your head, blink twice if yes. blink once if no."

gepard weakly nods once, and the medic in front of him visibly relaxes.

"you're in natasha's clinic." maria's voice is steady as their eyes inspect him from head to toe. "we brought you here for urgent medical care after that skirmish, and you've been unconscious for two days. as for your injuries..." they shift in their seat, and for a split second, their smile seemed to falter. "a broken arm, multiple bruises and scratches, and an injured eye. don't worry, it's not enough to cause vision loss, but it'll leave a pretty nasty scar."

"and... the others?" his voice comes out raspy after being unused for a while.

"no casualties." they shake their head, "you can rest easy now."

a sigh escapes his lips in relief. "thank you." his gaze lingers a little too long on the dark circles under maria's eyes. a dull and suffocating feeling creeps up in his chest at the realization that it had been a busy day for them with the influx of injured patients. "you should get some rest, too." 

he only realizes that they were leaning close to him when they pull away, sitting up straight. "i'm fine, really." even their voice sounds more distant, as if putting a wall to shield themselves. "there's more work to do, i can't just sit idly by when people need my help." 

part of him wants to argue with them, that rest should be just as important as work, but the smile on maria's face tells him that they'll take no opinions on their decision and it is final. still, he wants to do it. but before he could find the proper words to do so, the medic stands up, makes an excuse says something about checking on the others, and leaves with hurried steps.

-

there's not much to do while recovering from injury. it's one of gepard's least favorite things about being injured— the time he spends staring at the ceiling or sleeping could have been spent on maybe catching up with paperwork or checking up on the guards' training. he couldn't sneak off and work this time, though. he'll never forget how the smile from maria's face faded when he suggested the idea of bringing some of his pending documents to the clinic.

"you'll be discharged soon enough, captain. but as long as you're here, your focus should be on rest and recovery only."

their cold use of his title will forever be engrained in his mind. he truly could not find it in himself to argue with them. if his older sister were here, she would probably laugh at the scene in front of her. teasing him about how they had him wrapped around their finger, much like when they were still children. he wonders if maria knows about this, too. or if they've ever noticed the way he softens up around them—

typing with one hand on such a tiny device (and cracked screen) is hard, but it's the only thing he can do to distract himself for now. gepard's messages were filled with 'get well soon's' and even a moving picture from the supreme guardian with glitter and flowers, accompanied by a notification that he should take all the time off that he needs to recover. it was a struggle thanking everyone, with the frequent occasional typo here and there, but he managed to do it. and now he was scrolling mindlessly through short videos on his phone.

his browsing was interrupted when a voice called out to him. "how are you feeling, captain gepard?" it was none other than the only other doctor in the clinic, natasha.

"i'm feeling better than yesterday, thank you." he nods, but he wonders if he should ask...

"i sent maria home."

"ah." well, his question must have been written on his face in all capital letters for natasha to have noticed it.

the senior doctor gives him an amused look, "they haven't slept in two days. even so, they tried to stay, but only became convinced when i told them that lack of sleep is dangerous for this job, leading to life-threatening accidents." she sighs, sitting beside him. "i hope you don't mind that i'll be the one changing your bandages this time."

"i don't mind." gepard shifts slightly to give her better access to his bandages. this time, she says. he tries to fight down the embarrassment at the thought of maria stripping him down and patching him up themselves. even if it was done for medical purposes... it's unsettling that they have seen his bare skin, which was littered with scars and healed wounds from previous battles.

natasha seems to sense his discomfort, and starts talking as she worked around him. "doctors aren't supposed to have preferential treatment towards their patients. each one should be treated equally." 

he stays silent, not knowing where she was going with this conversation.

"but if it gives you any comfort," she starts wrapping a fresh roll of bandages onto his skin, "after treating everyone else, maria stayed by your side most of the time. constantly looking after you, waiting for you to wake up. i believe they may have shed some tears once you did— but keep that between us, alright?"

gepard feels the heat creeping up his neck, a tinge of pink dusting his pale skin all over. "they did that." his words don't come out as a question, more like a statement. in awe that someone other than his family would cry for him. cared for him enough to lose sleep just to make sure that he was okay.

"indeed." natasha nodded. she's almost finished patching him up, "from what i can see, you definitely have a chance. it's just a matter of who makes a move first."

his neck almost breaks at the speed of him turning his head to look at her, "i— i don't—" he stammers, and he internally curses the overwhelming heat on his cheeks and the heart that was threatening to leap out of his chest.

she simply smiles at him as she stands up, and that's when he remembers that this doctor might have been spending too much time with his sister. or maybe he was just that obvious from the beginning. his phone buzzes on the table beside the bed, and through the cracked screen, there was a single notification.

maria: got sent home but couldn't sleep. how are you?

gepard tells himself to reply later when he's calmed down. right now, his phone was at risk for being crushed to death under his nervous iron grip.

[eternalwritess]

Hii if you are still doing matchups, is it alright if I get a romantic Helluva Boss one? I understand if this is closed and you may ignore this message if so.

My pronouns are she/her, the last result I got on an MBTI test was ITSJ (-T). I am straight and prefer guys but if that doesn't count than you can ignore. I don't really like revealing much about myself so you can say that I'm shy and mysterious. I am an expert on identifying my flaws and my friends say I'm insecure. I like to get work done before setting down to do what I want in my free time. My hobbies include dancing (especially ballet). I am a heavy sucker for caffeine because I am overweight : (

I think that is all the info I have about me! Thank you again

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓼!

The way I think you two meet is most likely at a ballet performance, whether that be yours or just a randoms one

How it escalates from there is completely up to you :D

You being mysterious completely took over him. He wanted to open you up and figure you out (but in like a get to know you way) and once he finally did he was ecstatic

He would definitely try and drag you out of your shell more, taking you places and events whenever he could

"We should totally try out this place!"

Whenever you would go with him he would get so excited and jump up and down, making sure to make reservations, get the best seats and everything

When he fell for you he fell hard like man it was hard to pick this man back up.

Of course there was the whole thing with Stella but he just ignored all of her complaints about her cheating on him and would focus on you instead

However when it came to Octavia he got more self conscious and would probably start seeing you less

"Its just... family stuff, I'll take you somewhere tomorrow though! I promise..."

However this probably would cause some tension between you as he dealt with said family stuff and would likely make you start to feel kinda bad

Once he noticed this he would instantly begin apologizing and trying to make it up to you only to get dragged away to more family stuff

Then one day he would take you out to get your favorite caffeinated drink along with Octavia to try and get you to bond

Octavia didn't take anything too well at first but she began to like you, and once she learned that you did ballet she became more interest in you

"This is Octavia! My daughter haha..."

Regardless of how things went though Stolas was still scared about Octavia not liking you all that much

Anyways back to more headcannons <3

You and him would likely do some work together every now and then. I like to think that Stolas is pretty productive so you never have to try too hard for him to do so

But every once in a while he'll want to take you somewhere like Loo Loo Land and will drag you out once more

sorry this took so long- but on another note... HOLY SHIT IM BACK- matchups will still be closed for the time being but they will be open once more when i clear my inbox <3

[666writingcafe]

No Talking

Thirteen

Satisfied with the amount of sun I got, I decide to head back to my room at the resort I'm staying at and chill in bed. Once I'm settled, I open my people-watching app back up.

Everyone is currently standing in my parlor, which means that they managed to get to the third level more or less in one piece. There are now three Little D's: Levi, Mammon, and a green one that I believe to be Satan. Solomon looks amused, Beel and Belphie seem bored, Asmo's off in la-la land, and Lucifer just appears tired.

You doing alright, MC?

No response. I wonder...

You and I can still talk. As long as you don't open your mouth, you'll be fine.

Good. I wasn't sure.

Well, I made the rules, so I can alter them as I see fit. Plus, I like talking to you. You seem pretty cool.

You may not like me after this. There's something that I want to ask you.

I'm a little taken aback by MC's statement, but then I realize that they must have put the pieces together.

What's your question?

Are you the reaper that Lucifer dated?

I didn't realize he mentioned me to them. Once he settled into his role as Diavolo's bi--I mean, right hand man--he didn't want anyone to know about me. He felt like I would ruin his reputation. So the fact that MC knows...does that mean what I think it means?

Yes.

Did your relationship start before or after you met Solomon?

Not how I thought they would respond. At all. I want to see where this is going.

After.

So, that's why Lucifer and Solomon don't get along.

What do you mean?

Before we left to visit your cave, Solomon mentioned that he found you attractive, and Lucifer had a real nasty look on his face. I figured something happened between the three of you to warrant that look, like maybe Solomon was trying to steal you away from Lucifer while you two were dating.

MC's message causes me to drop my tablet. Thankfully, it lands on the bed, so no damage is done to it. That's not the important thing, though.

How in the world do they know so much? Do they spend their time keeping tabs on everybody?

You scare me.

I'm sorry.

That may not be a bad thing. It takes a lot to scare me.

So, should I be honored?

Don't get cocky.

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This place is like a palace.

My screen shows everyone walking silently in one of the many corridors in my home.

Thanks. I based this building off a human world castle.

I'd like to have a home like this.

That can be arranged.

By the time I realize the implications of what I just typed, I've already sent the message.

What is wrong with me? Why am I flirting with this human? Granted, they're not behaving like a typical human, but still. They'll die a lot sooner than I will. There's no way it would work.

What was Lucifer like when you dated him?

Of course. They're continuing our earlier conversation.

We met shortly after he fell, so he was still pretty angry. He wanted to rebel against anything and anyone. The two of us got into a lot of trouble together.

That makes sense. I wonder if that's why he's so hard on his brothers sometimes.

Oh, probably. We pulled some serious hijinks back in the day. Honestly should have been arrested, but that's not the point. As our relationship progressed, Diavolo demanded more and more of Lucifer's time, and before I knew it he was so far up the prince's ass that he wouldn't dare do anything to upset him.

Actually, I'm pretty sure it's the other way around.

What?

Never mind. I was trying to be funny.

Wait.

The other way around would be...

No way. Seriously? Mr. Avatar of Pride submitting that much? Impossible.

"You know, I've been thinking." Great. The green Little D--I mean, Satan--talking. "Do Mammon, Levi, and I have to continue following the rules? We've already been penalized."

Son of a bitch. He's too smart for his own good.

"He's right!" Mammon exclaims. "The three of us get to talk all we want! Just watch us!"

Does he always act like this?

Yes.

How annoying.

The only way I can get him to behave is to fluster him.

"Hey, quick question: does this door lead to the next level?" Levi asks. MC must have turned their head to look at it, for a black door appears on my screen.

That's my closet.

What kind of stuff do you have in there?

I have some designer clothes as well as things I've thrifted. Why?

My question gets answered immediately as someone opens my closet door and screams gleefully.

"I don't believe it! Just look at all these clothes!" So, Asmo's really into fashion. Got it. "There's so much stuff here I like!"

Is he seriously rummaging through my clothes?! What a pervert!

[timeoverload]

I think that today was slightly better than yesterday. The day didn't start well at all. I had a bunch of stuff to do when I got there but I couldn't get my label printer working so I had to use another computer for a while and it was so inconvenient. I asked the morning team lead to help me with my printer but he was already in a bad mood so that pissed him off more. He was yelling about it and I felt bad for even asking him. He called my boss after that to see if she could fix it but she couldn't do it either. I didn't have time to deal with that any more for a while. People kept coming in to ask me sterilize things because a lot of stuff went wrong today. I didn't have time to wrap a bunch of total instruments but I didn't have a choice because they needed them for an earlier case since the rep didn't bring them in last night like they are supposed to. I was so behind all morning but it was hard for me to make myself care about it. I went to breakfast and I took a full 15 minute break because I'm tired of rushing all the time. I also needed time away from all of the chaos. Things got better as the morning went on. I had time to get caught up after lunch. I got my printer fixed before the afternoon rush and I figured it out on my own. The afternoon was pretty boring but I kept busy until it was time to leave. The time passed quickly today so I'm glad about that.

My co-worker got a tattoo at the shop on Monday because I suggested that she should go there. I told her that all of the artists there are amazing and that everyone is so welcoming and friendly. She really loves my tattoos. She was so excited about getting hers done and she has been asking me a lot of questions. I am glad she decided to come to me for advice and I think she looks up to me a lot so that makes me feel good. I'm glad that we get along well because it's hard for me to make friends. I think her tattoo looks very nice. I also noticed there were 5 flowers so I thought that was interesting. I'm pretty sure I counted correctly. I have been trying to send more business to all of you whenever someone asks me about my tattoos so I wonder if that has made a difference at all over the past couple years.

Anyway, I did buy food today even though I didn't want to. I got mashed potatoes at lunch because I was scared to eat their chicken again. They were good but I still paid almost $7 for that and a brownie. Whatever I guess. I'm just glad I ate something and it didn't make me feel bad afterward.

I had to make a couple stops after work even though I didn't want to. I made myself do it. I called my grandma when I got home because I didn't call her back on Sunday. I just wasn't feeling up to having a conversation at the time. I talked to her for an hour. She seemed to be in a good mood. It is hard for me to talk to her sometimes because she brings up my mom often. I haven't responded to my mom at all. Yesterday she sent me a bunch of messages and links to her videos. I can't watch them. She also called me a cunt so that's kind of shitty to hear from your own mom. I know she is sick but that doesn't make it any easier. I am just going to try to forget it and ignore her because that's all I can do. I think she has figured out a way to take care of herself so I'm not going to worry about that either.

I think I need to relax now because I have had a headache since I got home and it's getting worse. I hate getting headaches. I'm not sure what caused it but I want it to go away. I don't want to take medicine for it. I was hoping I would feel better if I ate something but that hasn't worked so far. I will keep drinking water. I'm probably going to get ready for bed soon and then I'm planning on sitting here in the dark because that usually helps. I really should go to bed earlier since I haven't gone to bed before 11 so far this week. I'm not sure if that is going to happen but I will try. I have a super busy day tomorrow and I'm not looking forward to it but I will try to make it a good day anyway.

I hope everyone else has a wonderful day tomorrow. :) Thank you for listening. 💖💖💖

[occult-roommates]

Mom's new bestie

After work, Matteo came back home, with Daniele who wanted to spend the weekend with his family for once. He expected to see his mom, Isabella, busy designing new dresses somewhere in the house, but no, she was chatting on the couch, laughing with a woman he had never seen in his life. They clearly were in a deep conversation, so he didn't want to interrupt them, but he felt curious.

Matteo: Mom, who is that? Isabella: Matteo, this is Farida, I met her yesterday at the conference I attended about spellcastresses and matriarchy. Farida, this my son Matteo, I met him when I gave birth to him. Farida: Hi Matteo. Matteo: Are you really wearing that god awful hat again? Isabella: I am wearing it to show my support to you, because you are my son and I love you. Daniele: Yeah but he's right. Forest green with a ribbon the pastel color of the trans flag? Awful. Good message, but not a slay. Isabella: And this, Farida, is my homosexual nephew Daniele. I adopted him when his parents rejected him when he began losing his power as a child.

Whatever, Matteo can just go to his bedroom and let his mom be happy with her little new friend.

Daniele: You look familiar. I think I saw you somewhere before. Farida: Unlikely, last time I went to San Myshuno was in the 90s, unless you saw me elsewhere. I live in Oasis Spring. Daniele: I have a friend who's from there, his name is Dawud Sahan. Farida: ...That is the name of my son.

Oh, yeah that's right. Dawud had mentioned his mom was in town that week. What were the odd. Well, how funny it is that it seems like his aunt is getting along with her, the same way he's getting along with Dawud. Then, he went to his old bedroom too as he had nothing else to say.

Isabella: You didn't told me you had children. Farida: Oh, I only have one son too. I wanted at least two kids, and at least one daughter, but it never worked out. Isabella: And what about his father? Cause you mentioned you're single, so... Farida: Um, well he's dead, but I'm not really a widow. We divorced a few years before. It's sad, I really should have listened to my mother. Isabella: What do you mean by that? Farida: You see, my ex-husband and I were both born in the city of Basra, in Iraq, and we both moved to Arizona when we were children...Though we actually didn't met back then, as we grew up in different cities. My cousin, however, did grew up in the same as him and so, when I moved to Oasis Spring for college, my cousin made me met my ex right away. We fell in love pretty fast and six months later, we were married. I was 18, he was 19. My mom scolded me pretty hard, she could not stop us as we were adult even if very young one, but she believed I was worth better than getting married at that age. As to make this worse, I wanted children right away, while still in my freshman year of college. My mother was pissed, she did not abandonned her entire life for her daughter to be a housewife before turning 20.

"Thankfully", either her or Rashid probably had some fertility issues. She tried for years and years to get pregnant, and the few times she did succeed, it ended up having a miscarriage. At least, it gave her the time to graduate and start her adult life without also having to worry about taking care of an actual living baby. Then, shortly before her 7th wedding anniversary, Dawud was born.

However, since Farida really, really wanted a daughter, they went through the trouble of conceiving again. Then it happened, they were gonna have a girl aaaand...she was a stillborn. Every single dead fetus put an extra strain on their relationship, and now an actual dead baby was just the extra little thing to make their mariage also non-viable. This time, after seven years, they decided to divorce.

Isabella: Oh, I'm so sorry. It must have been so rough for you. Farida: Well, I'm fine now. I'm just sad I never got to have my own little girl. My best friend, who I met in a mommy group when I was expecting my son, had a girl and I'll admit, I've always been a little bit jealous of her. Isabella: But is your son healthy? Is he making you proud?

After a long moment of silence, Farida simply followed with:

Farida: ...I think he's healthy.

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[starringkarter]

excuse me did you see rainer dawn hanging around palmwood studios? oh no, that was karter kinecaid, the twenty-one year old who plays joshua gilly on the vampire books. yeah, you know rumour has it they’re manipulative and vindictive , but their fans all say they’re selfless and charitable. the soundtrack to their life would probably be conceited by sza, and when i think of them, i think of plaid buttonups, polaroid film, designer sunglasses . ( male, he/him ) ( sunset, he/him, 21, cst)

under the cut is a full breakdown and introduction into the self-proclaimed heartthrob of the vampire books, karter kinecaid. i am open for plots and interactions as well. if you want to plot, don’t be afraid to message me.​

full name: karter kinecaid

nicknames: kart, cade, the x factor

age: twenty-one

gender & pronouns: cismale. he/him

face claim: rainer dawn

sexuality: homosexual

eye color: blue

hair color: dishwater blonde

height: 6′0″

date of birth: june 26th, 2001

zodiac sign: cancer

occupation: actor

relationship status: single

notable exes: none

hometown: los angeles, california

"yo, it’s karter here, you might already know who i am since i’m on your tv every week as joshua gilly. you know, the vampire books, the only show worth watching. you’re a fan, i know. anyway, since you’re here and you obviously want to know a little more about me . . . let’s talk about the most important person on this planet  — me. if you didn’t know, i was born and raised right here in los angeles. i had a pretty dope upbringing, man. my mom and current manager was this kick-ass lawyer and we had this house on the beach that had a beautiful view of the ocean. i’d wake up to the smell of seasalt and eggs. my mom is an amazing cook, you should try some of her sushi  — it’s out of this world. anyway, i didn’t always want to be an actor but after i got this standing ovation during an elementary school play, she insisted that i didn’t waste my talent. i started doing bit roles and commercials while attending high school. as you can imagine, people started treating me like shit cause i was quite popular. so, i got into my fair share of fights and won a good bulk of them but i’d be lying if i said i didn’t get my ass handed to me a few times. after a while, my mom pulled me out and homeschooled me so that i could focus on my career.

i ended up landing this reoccurring role on this small teen drama as the boyfriend of this one male character and that was how i found out i was gay. i dated my co-star for a few months before we ended things due to me leaving the series. i guess you could say he was my first experience in dating in the industry. it was fun but he was the star of the show so you can imagine all the tabloids and media attention. he was a sweet guy but i didn’t want to well-known for being someone’s boyfriend. i needed my own spotlight. after that, i did a few more bit roles until i graduated high school. it was shortly after that my mom managed to get the script for the pilot for the vampire books and the rest is history. working at palmwood is definitely interesting . . . it’s not for the faint of heart. if you don’t have a passion to be the best of the best, you will not last. oh . . . the rumors, you want to talk about the rumors. well, i can confirm anything or my mom will have my head but i am a wild child. i do whatever i feel like and fuck the consequences. it’s put a bit of a target on my back but you only live once, right? anyway, it looks like our time is up. thanks for stopping by for this exclusive interview. make sure you watch the vampire books exclusively on the palmwood studios app.”

- He is somewhat stable but does have moments were his temperamental and will lash out at anyone.

- He likes to think that he’s the topic of every conversation and doesn’t like to be told otherwise.

- Has a habit of staring at others while dating and has a hard time being faithful, though very good at hiding his indiscretion.

- He has a bit of a strained relationship with his mother due to him wanting to expand his resume and her preventing him from doing so.

- He can be very friendly and sociable, but he has a very dark, calculating, and dark side to him.

[blondrichclosetwitch]

Horse:god tree 2/3/17

Do you want me to light some protection incense, first?

(she starts to prepare resins and pummeling dragons blood with the mortar & pestle)

Incense is burning. So……jakk came to me last night while he was at work, after he saw the picture. Was he trying to say something specific?

Was it something positive?

(transmission)

I’m getting that it’s “yes, he’s out of the woods”

Is that correct? Is that correct? Is that right?

Were those the right things to send him? Was katie right? ~~These are the axes. ~~

And so his message to me then was..that we’re out of the woods. Is that what it was?

Ok Horse, here we go again: Blond is pregnant.

Yes.

Jakk is the chef of saam bar?

In present time?

Yes.

Blond is due to miscarry..when she’s 24 weeks, is that correct? And that is april 17th? And part of the connection of that is ….that it’s one month short of our due date.

Are these things that i’m making up in my head?

(transmission)

“This is her karma.”

And part of the way that jakk can hear me is Random has been working with him. Part of the tie has been telling him the story of Nusch and Katie has been working with him, and he somehow went and got a magic wand…is that true?

So he knows how to use it, and he knows how to conjure me up basically? Like he knows how to see me. And so when i have the pendulum on me, he can see me. Is that what it is?

So should i have a conversation with random and ask him specifics? Plus Myrth is there now. And even though Myrth was upset with me for disrespecting Ma Elring, I bet since she transitioned Randon has told her about all the hard work I’ve been doing. And she. And she would probably help.

So what Jakk was trying to say is that we’re moving out of the woods.

(transmission)

So Blond can’t attack me during the night anymore… Is that correct? 36:09

She can’t get to me.

(yawns) I want to lay down a little longer. Let’s lay down till 8. Can we do that? They woke me up early: it wasn’t my intention.

(Looks out the window)Oh, it’s pretty out, it’s gonna be a nice day. (She prepares for sleep, pause in tape)

So you were trying to get my attention? Well you got it. Is everything ok?

Can you make my stomach stop hurting then?

Ok, thank you.

So jakk’s message last night, the reason he was trying to contact me after i sent him the picture of me, was because….he was saying we’re out of the woods is that it?

And that’s why he got the 10 of cups.

So now he’s united with me, emotionally. And we just have to stay strong and know we have this.

Does he believe in God now?

Does he believe in you? Cause i know he didn’t…really have a belief system before. I’m sure this has turned his world upside down..to learn, like, his wife is doing spells..and past lives..and all this shit, you know? Is he talking to his..(incredulous) is he talking to his mother?

And the baby of course. (exhales) still hurts. The spiritual baths are helping me, right? So what was that dream…..(dropping it) ok so we just need to keep doing what we’re doing…

(transmission) and even if Blond is home, we need to, i need to have sex with him…right? And i just can connect better with him in the morning that i can in the evening. And i have to say my prayers at night.

And you want me to say them three times each? The psalm 91 3 times, the cord cutting three times, and you like that i’m going through the psalm of psalms? And you want me to go back to doing the full 10 commandments….i was really tired last night though. I think it was from the communication with him. I think i got confused and really fatigued. I wasn’t really clear on what happened there.

Can you explain it to me?

I feel like it gave me doubt. It gave me major doubt that it was *him*, and…you know? And then i felt bad about sending him a picture.

(fakekatie told me that psychic jakk needed a picture of me for sexy time, and told me which one to send him~~however we hadn’t texted in months because PJ insisted it wasn’t safe, so it felt risky)

And so the doubt made me …extremely sleepy. But then i did the cards, and i was like, wait this is right. But i’m stronger during the day than i am at night. So i have to do most of my work during the day.

And the tree, …..is there something i’m supposed to ask the tree to do? Oh man i wish i knew what it was? If it’s the tree of life, is it in the notebook did the man write it in the notebook? Wait let’s go look. Cause if it’s the Tree of Knowledge…(goes to notebook, going through pages)

(starts reading bible quotations)

Feel the roots feel the breath… (this is part of a holy text prayer to keep away evil, considered one of the most protective prayers that exists according to this theologian up in westchester)

Should i say that three times to the tree? God spoke and all iscreated and God breathed life into the soul.

Do you want me to say all that or just the feel the roots etc? You want me to say that three times, before we start?

Holy shit, so what you want me to do…..we play the first song, i pause it….and i say while we’re against the tree, (she speaks the entire prayer)

I’ve got it.

And it’ll take me somewhere, it’ll flow through me. And when i do this, can Jakk feel it? Ok i’m into it, let’s do it.

Will we still have to wait until april 17th?

But we will feel each other more.

(putting on coat)

Um, anything else?

Tell me.

I’m trying to do everything. I’m praying, i’m doing baths. I know i need to keep the house cleaner.

“Chant”? I will.

“Calm down”? (laughs) ok.

I’m trying to call my mother.

(transmission)

Don’t worry about my dad? Ok. His email was hard. (sighs) it was hard. It hurt.

(transmission)

Jakk loves me.

(transmission)

I can calm down. (smiles at that)

(transmission) yeah, your psalms are…i’m learning. I’m enjoying…reading them. I could use more energy.

I mean i’m honestly not drawn to the drugs.

I miss smoking weed, if we’re going to be honest. But i don’t really have time or space for that you know. Part of the reason i like drugs is because they allow you …but i don’t have the mind capacity for that because things are too stressful..but it is good when katie pushes me to let go, and go for a walk, that’s really good.And we listen to music and talk, that’s good.

Is High Maintenance going to work out?

That’s good, i’m glad to hear that.

I would like more energy.

(asking for daddy’s permission voice) do you think we could treat ourselves to dinner tonight? I know money’s tight but….am i going to get gifted a client i can trust soon? That would help. Like Petah. Should i write some of the clients i love and tell them what’s happening and say i’m only seeing the clients that i trust?

Pondering all that. I’m gonna go do the tree. It’s been nice to talk to you. You are Almighty. I’ll clean things up today. If you could send me a couple clients i trust…..

(transmission) you’re right, you’re totally right. “Working five days a week is wrong”.

I’ll talk to you later have a good day, do your thing (laughs at self) ok bye.

(End of tape)

NR 79 2/3/17

(sirens in the distance.)

(sweetly)Hi. How are you?

(annoyed) why is she home?

(transmission)

“Morning sickness”?

Trying to make sure we don’t get any alone time.

I think i figured out what you were saying last night. I think what you were saying was….so wait, are you actually…so you have a magic wand. Is that correct.

Yes. (laughs) ohhhhh, i figured something out. Good. Wait, i’m burning the vegetables. I can smell them. (she rushes to the kitchen and comes back) can you smell them burning?

I need to get some different pictures of you.

So are you actually in here? Like, in the apartment? Instead of me looking at a frame…you’re actually in here. Like the way katie is actually in here. But to focus my energy i look at a picture. But you’re actually in the apartment, in a sense. Even tho i’m looking at a picture of you to focus on you, you’re here. So where would you be? Oh i watched the video i made you, last night, in rome. They say you watch it alot. Do you watch it alot?

Yeah?

It’s a good video. I’m very happy. Even though i had just started my psychic opening and i was a little..crazy. I was a little…i was very happy. Like for example where in here are you…if you’re here? Let’s pick..are you in a certain place? Are you standing on the floor?

So you’re standing in front of me, the way Katie will stand in front of me. Got it. So you’re standing in front of me, right over there (points) got it.

So the thing that i think you were telling me last night from talking to the Horse spirit and the God spirit is that you were telling me that we were out of the woods….after i sent you the picture. Is that what you were telling to say? That we are out of the woods. Is that correct? Did i get it? Did seeing that picture of me help? And reading the axes? And then i drew cards for us last night and your card was the 10 of cups, which is the sign of happiness and happy ever after. And the translation i got form the spirits was that you feel secure, and basically all we have to do is hold on to each other and we’re gonna be okay.

Does that feel good to you? Does that feel right? That we just have to hold on to us.

The slightly uncomfortable news is my mother just called me, and my sister in-law found my instagram and was not happy with it. It was a very uncomfortable..(transmission)

Yeah. she saw the part where i wrote that Katie told me to get stoned and stuff and it was a very uncomfortable conversation, and i felt kind of attacked.

(note: maybe don’t write an instapost when fakekatie tells you to get stoned after your brother is harsh with you on the phone, or in other words, love all…..trust few. Very, very few.)

(transmission)

Yeah. i mean, no one wants me to write anything. They don’t want me to be who i am. They don’t want me to talk about her. They don’t want me to like….they want me to censor myself.And i think the reason _____ went looking for me was because of ___ ____ ________. Because of her _______ __ ___ ___.

Because you know Katie wants me to tell my brother.

(transmission)

I don’t know. And Katie seems to think that’s the case also.

And Katie’s like, fucking let it go. (laughs) ya know?

How’s work? Is it good?

So you’re there?

Do you like being a magician?

(laughs) have you met myrth yet, random’s wife? (Myrth had crossed over in the last month)

You have? I haven’t seen her yet but you’ve seen myrth, that’s hilarious. O course you have. Myrth is amazing. That’s wild.

So this prayer, i basically found this prayer to ward off all evil, and i did it this morning on the tree, that historial had given it to me, the God spirit had me say it…it’s basically like a mantra. And if you say it in your mind as you’re at the tree, if you breathe it into your body, you can basically go places. And it’s basically feel the roots, feel the breath…i have to find it i might get it wrong.

(she tells him the prayer)

It basically is the biggest protection that there is.

(she says it again) this is so you, jakk, isn’t it

Probably infused with katie…and i didi it at the tree, and if you let your breath move from yourcock up to your heart and then back down, which is basically what tantric breath…which i haven’t been doing because i haven’t been doing sessions..if you really let yourself be one with the tree..you can feel the earth.. moving in you. And the light, and the sky..and it all, that’s what i think source energy must be. And since we’re beginning to work with magic…cause you are, and i am, and that’s what they’re doing to us, and what katie is doing to us. It’s energy. And i think this is a very important thing for us. Feel the earth, feel the roots.

(she says the prayer again)

And they told me, that this is what i’m supposed to be saying to the tree, and that is how i’ll get what i need to get. So it seems to be working, and i’m supposed to be doing the tree thing twice a day now.

It’s 12:15….so we could try to infuse this into our sex.

They told me i can have sex with you even if Blond is home.

So do you want me to do that?

Ok, let’s go. Ready?

When are we going to have time to talk-talk?

Can you whisper things into my mind while i sleep? Since you can do it when we’re awake…..

Ohhhhh, they told me….oh, that things that the song made you think of.

Anyway. Let’s go. I’m ready.

So she thinks you’re over there, but actually, you’re over here. Your soul is over here now. Got it.

(She gets out the necessary pieces, and prepares)

Did you want me to put on the harness? I guess that’s a silly question.

Can you see i’m getting skinny? Ok, i’m a little obsessed, i admit it.

(she gets in the bed and turns off the tape.)

Family 2/3/17

Did you talk to him?

Did you ask him?

What did he say?

(laughs)

He said yes?

He said he would be my family?

Ok. thank you for asking him that.

I appreciate it.

What? What is that? What is that you’re doing?

It’s a funny…..is that an “of course” (laughs) i know *you’re* my family. You’re both my family.

Ok, i’m gonna put the music back on. I know he was really busy but thank you for asking him that. I know he can’t come talk right now, but I appreciate you doing that. I’m sure he said he’ll come talk when he can. That’s alright, we have to keep getting ready cause we have an interview in an hour.

(transmission)

I know! Ok, let’s listen to music, ok?

(end of tape)

[otakween]

I'm Standing on a Million Lives - Volume 16

This volume took me a long time to get through because I found it mostly boring and put it off. This arc is just kind of overly complex to the point of being fatiguing. Also...it seems like they keep dipping back into the "defeat the dragon bishop" plot line over and over again. I think dragon bishops are a cool concept, but since they all have the same blood ceremony motive, it's starting to feel repetitive. Oh well. Let's see where things go.

Ch. 75

-Oof, the overall message of this chapter was very familiar. They basically were explaining that you can't just wipe out a dictator and expect everything to be sunshine and rainbows afterwards, things are more complicated than that. Politics are the pits...

-Yusuke got called dumb hehe, that was satisfying. Also, Ling called him evil too. Love moments where the mangaka isn't afraid to cut Yusuke down.

-So the Sotagan warriors dress skimpy because they need to be lightweight for their insect jet packs, but then Yusuke points out that the captain's sword is super heavy? So what's the truth....?

Ch. 76

-More politicking. I feel like there's so many groups being juggled here that I've lost the plot a bit. It's interesting that the quest is a little more subjective this time. They're supposed to improve the political environment of the area they've ended up in, but that means something different to different people.

-Was kind of surprised to see Yusuke disturbed by the deaths he caused. I guess he still has a conscience.

-Probably should have seen the Kahvel connection coming with Rapcella. I don't think Kahvel was as great a character as the mangaka thinks she was lol.

Ch. 77

-Wow, really didn't expect a mini essay/history lesson from the mangaka at the end there. He wrote a 3 page blurb about the eco-terrorism incident in 2022 (the soup thrown on the famous artwork) and the Taliban's destruction of the Buddhas of Bamiyan which I had never heard of. I generally agree with his stance that people should universally cherish world heritage sites, but it felt kind of weird to read what felt like an informative Twitter thread in the middle of this manga lol.

-I like that they (mostly Glen) are using a lot of "out of the box" thinking here. Using infrastructure to improve crime, health, and farming conditions and intercepting enemy communications to make their battle easier. Brains are definitely more handy than brawn in this world.

Ch. 78

-Ugh, I swear they've introduced like 15 different factions with hard-to-read fantasy names at this point. I'm barely hangin' onto the plot TT_TT

-The only thing interesting in this chapter was Glen trying to avoid magical brainwashing while also not quite knowing how the mechanics of magical brainwashing work. I guess they need to ask the Gamemaster some questions about the magic system.

Ch. 79

-I feel like this chapter was pretty contrived. The explanation about the dragon bishop's plan to move the battleground was good, but Iu figuring out which body double was the dragon bishop seemed far fetched. Like I don't buy that she solved the mystery with such little evidence.

-Tearing out your eardrums to avoid brainwashing is cool and all, but not only did Iu not display any discomfort whatsoever but there was no blood? Like during the reveal they even zoomed in on her perfectly fine looking ear! I call bullshit. That's gotta hurt...like a lot, no?