#i am a whatever happens happens kind of girl

[flowrmoth]

tumblr decided to fuck with me today and post this while unfinished 2 TIMES. like okay girl I'm working on it jeez ✋🙄 tumblr sub!ellie enjoyer #confirmed.

this was supposed to be a short blurb but as usual i got carried away cus it was too fun to write lol. sub!ellie has been plaguing my mind I'M SICK (ovulating), enjoy. also @hypnagogics thank u tvin for the idea and encouragement

warnings: smutty smut smut, bottom sub!ellie yum, praise, use of sex toy, written at like 1 am excuse any grammar mistakes

MDNI!!!

"What the fuck are those?"

A mysterious black box sits in between your red-headed friend and you, perched on top of the couch you're both currently lounging on. You've been busy these past couple of days, to say the least, after discovering a certain shop on your patrol. The lone mall you came across outside of town was surely filled to the brim with supplies, you thought as you entered, exploring different stores and rooms when something bright colorful and caught your eye.

A neon pink sign reading "Lovehoney" flickered above a shop you've never seen before; it looked half-empty, with just a few lonely mannequins posing in the window, their bodies clad in nothing but mismatched, lacy underwear. Intriguing.

You swore you would only take one, maybe two...fuck it, three. Oh, but the rainbow one is so pretty. Whatever. You honestly did not know how it happened, but that day you carried home at least 5 sex toys. They were all different sizes, shapes, colors, intended for different purposes. Obviously, you picked up a stack of batteries you found behind a counter, hidden away behind some dirty magazines (you took those too), and a harness, just in case. Okay fine, some lingerie as well.

In that box, which your dear friend Ellie was looking at and referring to, were those exact sex toys. You try not to laugh as you look at her confused face, snickering at her question.

"Els, seriously? You don't know what these are?" you ask her, holding up a purple vibrator.

"Yes, seriously. I-I mean, I have a few guesses, but..." Ellie says, pink blush evident on her cheeks, teeth gnawing on her bottom lip in curiosity.

"What are they, hm?" you tease her, finding this a little too funny.

"...sex toys of some kind?"

"Bingo! Look how many I managed to snag, and they all work!" You happily say, gesturing at the bundle in front of you. Well, what else were you supposed to do in your free time? Of course you tested out every single one.

"They all...work?" she breathed out.

Shit, did you say that out-loud? You tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you look away, putting the toy back into the box. "Yeah... Yeah, they work...pretty well. I mean, don't worry! They're all thoroughly washed." Seriously?

A pause ensues and you think you fucked this up. Great, Ellie's gonna think you're a fucking weirdo now. Seriously, who shows their friend their sex toys? Weirdos probably, that's who.

Just before you were about to spew an array of apologies, your eyes suddenly snap to the girls hand as she slowly picks up a pink vibrator, a big, microphone shaped thing, and examines it, curious eyes flickering over the plastic. Okay, you're good. She doesn't hate you.

"I've never even fucking seen one of these. Jesus, how does— how does it work?" the cute furrow of her brows makes you smile as her hands spin the toy around, tracing the small buttons on the side.

"You're really asking me?"

Ellie scoffs, putting her hands up in defense. "What the fuck do I know? Just...never seen one before, so..."

God, she was cute, and clueless. You've never seen her this flustered, she even refuses to make eye contact.

You scoot closer to her, positioning your hands on her shaky ones as you place her finger on the 'ON' button.

"You press this and," she presses it lightly and the toy starts to buzz, which adorably startles her, "it does that, but here you can change the intensity. See?" You move her finger down, pushing it a couple of times to show her all of the different settings.

Hot, short breaths fan the side of your face and you can see in her gaze that she's intrigued, likely curious to what it would feel like. Before you catch yourself, you blurt out, "You can borrow it, ya know?"

Another pause.

"Sorry, I—"

"No, no, that's—"

Ellie sighs, furrowing her face as she feigns nonchalance, "I was gonna say it's not— you don't have to... I mean, I don't even fucking know how to use the thing, so... Like, the fuck do you even do with it, I don't—" she stops, looking at the pink toy again, "Whatever, just, yeah." She swiftly places it back in the box and scratches her neck, red cheeks and wide eyes.

Oh.

You think for a second.

Well, a friend would explain it to her; the placement, speed and all that. But, a very good friend would offer to show her, right? That's just what good, amazing friends do. Exactly. Definitely not because you've been absolutely dying to fuck her for months now, somehow always missing the chance to make a move. This was your in.

Fuck it.

"Uh, want me to show you?"

Beads of sweat gather at the nape of your neck, while sharp breaths brush against it in quick succession. Red hair tickles your cheek and your shoulder burns hot from the girl in front of you, her weak, warm body slumped on your chest.

"Oh, fu— fuck." Ellie rasps, her moans whiny and a bit shy as she gets used to the foreign feeling on her lower half.

Your hand sneaks its way under her shirt, quick fingers finding her pink, pebbled nipples, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. In the other hand, the pink vibrator buzzes softly against the girls clothed core as you hold it in place, slowly trailing it up and down.

"Feels good?" you whisper into her ear and she nods, more eager than ever.

"Y-yeah, yeah, feels good." she's breathy and fidgety, but most of all, wet.

Wet, wet, wet. Fucking soaked. So much so, that you can hear it, even with the toy pressed up against her damp boxers, the color turning a few shades darker.

So, you press a bit harder, just to see her squirm in your hold, her tattooed hand coming up to squeeze your bare thigh and legs spreading a bit farther apart.

"Holy shit, please—"

"Please what, hm?"

God, were you enjoying this. Seeing the girl who half of fucking Jackson was afraid of, melt like absolute putty in your hands. Hearing her moans and pleas, feeling her warm touch on your skin, it was almost enough to send you over the edge. You would've never guessed she was a beggar, though, that was a nice surprise.

You smile into her hair, kissing her shiny temple. "Please what? Use your words." And she barely returns a coherent moan back. You already got her falling apart and you just started.

Ellie squeezes your thigh once more, bucking up her shaky hips off of the couch, "Can I take them off? Please? Please, please, please." The tip of her nose nuzzles your neck, the slightest touch sending shivers down your spine. Her desperation only fuels you more.

You chuckle. Oh, you were gonna ruin her.

"Only good girls get what they want, are you a good girl, hm?"

The toy trails up and down, pausing just where she needs you the most before continuing its path to her aching hole. It pushes and prods until her pretty moans slip past her swollen lips, getting muffled in the skin of your neck. You stop, lifting up the buzzing vibrator, just to drop it down again when you see her writhe beneath you.

"Yes, fuck, I'm being good, I swear!" Ellie mutters out and you can hear the slight hesitation in her trembling voice, this not being her usual role in the bedroom. Only a few have made it to this stage, her usual strong and somewhat quiet demeanour showing a totally different side to her.

But this, this side she doesn't let out often. This was absolutely different than any other hook up she's ever had. Hell, even Ellie herself wouldn't have guessed this is where she would end up tonight — on her friends worn-down couch practically, no, full on begging to get properly fucked.

A soft kiss is placed on your neck, just below your ear, your skin tingling from the sudden contact. She follows it by placing a few more sloppy ones, quivering moans slipping out in between. This was some sort of Ellie's way of bribing you, telling you to just take off her sticky undergarments and let her feel everything, she's been good so far, right? She deserves her reward.

"Please—" Ellie whimpers, so softly, so desperately that you barely catch it. You figure she's had enough.

"You can take 'em off. Slowly." You steadily take the toy off of her, a translucent string of slick sticking to it as you lift it up.

Holy fuck.

She was absolutely killing you.

Ellie nods, inserting her clammy hands into the waistband of her black boxers, slowly and painfully sliding them down her trembling legs. She returns to her position, thighs open so wide she would be embarrassed if she wasn't so fucking turned on. You take this as an invitation to continue and you place the pink vibrator just above her sensitive bud, testing out if she's ready as you massage her skin.

"That's it, good girl. You're being so good for me right now. You ready?" Fuck, you're shaking just as much as her and you're not even the one being touched.

"I'm-I'm ready. Mhm!" Ellie's almost unintelligible, babbling into your neck as she cranes her head to see your hand working its magic as it inches down.

As per her request, you lower the toy on her clit, starting off with small circles as you let her get used to the intense feeling. Ellie groans out, relieved that you finally let her have it. Finally, she feels the full effect of the pink toy that's been teasing her for the past half an hour. She's surprised she even lasted that long.

"Fuuuuu— Feels so good. Don't stop, please! Don't stop, holy shit—"

The sounds that fill the room are obscene, dirty, so fucking filthy. Wet squelches, whiny groans and curses fill up your ears and you swear you can feel everything you're giving her, almost on the edge yourself.

The vibrator continues to buzz deliciously against her swollen clit as you run your hand down her heated body, occasionally stopping to grope at her pretty tits and feel her quiver and babble in your hold. You can sense that she's close, needing that one final push.

"You close, hm? You gonna be good and come for me?"

Ellie, as good as ever, nods at your questions, eager to finally feel her release. As much as she was impatient, she wouldn't have it any other way.

No one else but you.

Her hips rock against your hand as you match up her speed, her pace messy and faltering as she chases her long-awaited high. Her breathing picks up and she moans louder than before, so near her peak it's almost painful — almost like she's waiting for your much needed approval.

"You can come, baby." You nod, voice hushed as you watch her with blown out pupils.

And she does, she comes so hard she could swear she's in another dimension. The orgasm hits Ellie hard and fast, her moans chocked up and high-pitched, plump lips open and brows creased — you could come just from the sight. Her weak hands grip your own, pale knuckles turning a shade lighter from the tight hold she has on you.

You, of course, talk her through it. "Good girl. My good girl. You did so well, you know that?"

After a string of curses and a couple of seconds later, Ellie comes down from her high, instinctively closing her trembling thighs around the vibrator placed between her legs and panting as she wipes the shiny sweat off her forehead.

"Holy fucking shit. That was— Fuck..." She pants, still meekly holding your thigh with one hand as she pushes the toy away from her, her aching pussy still overly sensitive for more. As much as you would love to overstimulate her, you decide to save that for another time, another lesson perhaps.

"Good? Bad? Never again?" You chuckle softly, feeling satisfied with yourself as you caress her auburn hair, weak fingers threading through her damp locks.

Ellie lets out a breathy laugh, "It was amazing, never felt anything like it. Shit."

A few moments of silence pass as you lay in each others arms, simply enjoying the presence of the other. Your sticky limbs tangled and your bodies sweaty as you match your breathing to Ellie's, cheek pressed on the top of her head.

"You know," you whisper in her ear, "you were being such a good girl, I'm up for some more..."

You were in for a long night.

[ceiling-karasu]

To be fair, I think it’s the eyes. The way you draw eyes tends to be really expressive and full of life. The exception is Dalnim, who has a blank film like expression over his eyes that really brings out his character, and is kind of haunting (in a good way!).

You mentioned somewhere that Dalnim tries to make himself as small and non attention seeking as possible, but that only draws more attention to himself and makes everyone concerned.

Like from what you have written, trying to connect to the adult characters, I can see them seeing a young hedgehog with those dull unhappy eyes, and that body language (and the fainting spells) and thinking ‘there’s something strange with that one…’ and the adult looking up his files and going ‘oh that’s a war orphan, that explains that. A pity, really. Can’t really expect him to be much of a soldier or anything (and maybe seeing he’s related to Noeul and figuring that yeah he can’t really live up to that or figure they are processing things differently and that’s a shame but ok)’ and then just letting him do whatever as long as he does the absolute bare minimum and stays out of the way. And then seeing him as a photographer with strange behavior and essentially figuring that at least someone above them found something for him to do that would keep him out of the way and from getting killed, never suspecting that secretly behind those eyes is a plan to expose so many things…

Anyway, that’s what I kind of pick up from the drawings (especially the eyes) and writing so far, so sorry if the interpretation is kind of strange. I tend to notice eyes really strongly for some reason.

Yeah, it can get pretty wild. If something is happening and there is a police blockade (very windy roads, accidents happen a great times a year), some of the Mennonite girls will ride bareback over to the police, and ask if it was an accident with one of the buggies. The police don’t really deny information to these types of girls, so they get the information and then ride right back and tell all of us.

Technically, I am still figuring out Nayeon's character. Originally, I wanted her to essentially be a scout sent to spy on and flirt with Jollin to keep him under her thumb (kind of like a honeypot trap?), but halfway through writing those paragraphs in the short story and Lightning Rod, I realized that I liked her better as the ‘cheerful and friendly girl next door fascinated by the strange new neighbor’ type.

The grandfather knows Jollin is an enemy scout though, and has mixed feelings about letting the girl whose parents may or may not have been killed by the Weasel Unit hang out with a Weasel Unit scout, even if her visiting does inadvertently allow him to keep tabs on Jollin.

Something I did while I was waiting for class.

I don’t know if she would be a new character of mine. But if she was, she would be working as an archivist or doing something based around culture. Idk. She isn’t a character I would place in OFP since she wouldn’t be a solider. She would have been exempted.

The quality came out a bit wonky

[cessreads]

I used to see this person a lot in school because we were in the same year level. We even sat next to each other in one criminal law exam so I know she recognized me, too. Anyway, we saw each other outside school setting for the first time today (we went to the same work seminar) and I just know she recognized me even though we didn’t acknowledge that we went to school together for 2 years. She talked to me and it made me feel things I haven’t acknowledged in years. That I am in fact gay. I had a girlfriend once and back then I didn’t want to label my sexuality and I lost feelings for her eventually and I thought hey maybe it was a phase (?) and stuff? but now I am sure that it was not.

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 169

this is it, the dynamic

[itspileofgoodthings]

had a very nice realization about peace, especially spiritual peace, the other day. (Been brewing for a while.) and it’s just: peace is for the non-peaceful.

[yellow-yarrow]

weird things in the SATA book that I keep thinking about but I don't know what they are supposed to mean

Ann-Margret being perhaps the most Dolores Dei-like

Maj being an unplanned pregnancy that "deformed" Ann-Margret, how Charlotte says she wouldn't give the peaches of immortality to her yet because she is too young, her sisters not bringing her to take cherry speed or giving her alcohol, the girls buying only three meat piroshkis, seemingly leaving her out of some things, yet she disappeared too, how the only trait about her is that she is dressed as a fairy godmother/angel and sits on Tereesz's shoulders. The older sisters and their mom have some traits that resemble Dolores Dei (blond with green eyes, politician, peaches, freckles/birthmarks, references to ancient times, etc) but Maj only shares the blond hair and white clothes. like it feels like she is the odd one out. And she is the one who says that the time is going wrong.

[jrueships]

WHOEVER THE FUCK IS RECOMMENDING MED PPL TO GO INTO RADIOLOGY JUST CUS IF THE MONEY, IM GONNA FUCKING gET YOU

[icewindandboringhorror]

Lineup of all of the characters that appear long enough to need a visual representation of them in the game lol

[termagax]

re: "good girl" i think they say it once randomly as a joke and its just one of those things that gets him wayyy more than they expected it would. so now its their secret weapon and they use it very sparingly and every single time he gets super embarrassed about it but it works ill tell you what.

[my-current-obsession]

My hyper-specific type when it comes to otome guys:

- Absolutely pathetic - Cannot speak to a girl normally to save his life - Tries to be calm/aloof, but turns tsundere when flustered enough - A good and pure man at heart, yet does some questionable things - ...Little Red Riding Hood???

[icelogged]

*2015 voice* i wish i had the chillness instead i got the mental illness

[pepprs]

mutuals the degree to which i am in the psychic prison right now. like applying / interviewing for my own job a second year in a row is already a lot but i would really appreciate if some of the most traumatic elements of last summer could stop resurfacing themselves in new situations. that would be really nice

[livvyofthelake]

if i could time travel back to august i would tell myself that it’s not worth it to submit my own script for consideration for this class and i would rather just work on someone else’s. i think i flew too close to the sun there. would quite literally rather be in the boy group than doing this shit rn i’m so over it and it hasn’t even started 😐 “we have to make the budget” “we have to get the documents ready to be printed” girl be so serious we have two months to fill out these fuckass forms. printed when. three weeks from now? you want me to wake up at 8am on a monday morning to meet you so we can spend 15 minutes filling in forms that we won’t be printing for at least 2 weeks. a task i could easily do on my own from the comfort of my couch. you want me to meet up with you so we can discuss the budget (of which there is none. we are paying for this ourselves) of things we haven’t even locked down. like what do you mean you want to talk about the budget. you want to talk about how much it would hypothetically cost to pay an actor we haven’t casted. what is this imaginary world she lives in where everything must be planned out perfectly. i know i’m starting to sound like the bad guy with my “we’ll figure it out as we go” philosophy but seriously girl the more you plan something like this the more it will inevitably go wrong. like she needs to relax before i fucking kill her

[plantmayo]

whatever happens i know that i'll choose to live/and that is something i know that you can't forgive

[two versions of the same digital illustration in a cartoon style.

1. Noah Kelly, a white woman with red hair in a vaguely goth outfit, is leaning against a brick wall and holding a cigarette. The whole image is in shades of pink, orange, and blue.

2. the same illustration but without the heavy lighting and effects, all the colors are more muted/end ID]

[latinokaeya-moving]

ngl i’ve always known i was a pretty sensitive kid (and continue to remain fairly sensitive even now as an adult with marginally thicker skin) bc i for the most part have tried to be as earnest and genuine as i can which apparently just seems to come off to most people as appearing stupidly childish or naive but being on this site enough years to see the cycle of a swinging pendulum where certain kinds of mean spirited jokes get popular before the inevitable widespread backlash has made me realise no most of you people just get a kick out of being overly mean and cruel on purpose to feel superior to others

[twig---verginix]

swear to god i'm just gonna stop watching the endings to shows i like. good shows need to get cancelled on cliffhangers forever