#i can't do this continuously i'm stressed

[subshine-thoughts]

"It'll be fun," he said. "A relaxing day by the lake, making sure we soak up the summer sun. I'll even pack us a picnic."

So you went, because why wouldn't you? He's your childhood best friend, after all. Of course you trust him. And spending a day away from civilization sounds like just the thing to relieve your stress.

So you go, spending the drive to the lake laughing and listening to the joint playlist you two have been building for years. You're having such a good time that it doesn't occur to you how far out in the middle of nowhere this lake is.

The morning is perfect. You both read under the sun, camped out on an oversized blanket. When your stomach growls, he reaches inside the picnic basket and pulls out your favorite type of sandwich and a bottle of water.

You think it's thoughtful. He even thought to open up the cap on the bottle so you wouldn't have to struggle with it.

Everything is going fine, and you're about to suggest doing this again before summer ends when a sudden wave of sleepiness hits you.

Must be from the sun, you think tiredly as you lay back down and close your eyes.

"Tired already?" your friend asks teasingly.

You can barely manage to nod in response. Just so tired.

You drift off to the odd sensation of breath against your ear and your friend whispering, "Don't worry. I'm gonna take care of you."

When you come to, still drugged and only half-conscious, almost all your clothes are off. You feel wet in between your legs, and your nipples feel sensitive, like they do after you've played with them for a long time.

Your best friend is dragging his lips down your thigh. You try to reach for him, but your hand is too heavy.

You drift off again.

This time, you wake to the sensation of being filled. You're a little more aware now, but still too sleepy to put together a coherent thought.

All you know is you're fully naked now, laying on your back with your legs spread, and your best friend is slowly sliding in and out of you.

When you moan, a sound of confusion mixed with pleasure, he smiles down at you.

"I'm sorry, princess. I just couldn't help myself."

His voice pulls you back to a more wakeful state, and you realize with horror what's happening. You try to struggle, but you're still so weak. He pins you down easily and picks up the pace of his thrusts.

"No, don't do that. I know you want this. Can't you feel how wet you are for me? How perfectly I fit inside you?"

To prove his point, he pushes deep inside you and holds himself there. You whimper and shake your head. All those years of trust, broken in a single afternoon.

"It's okay. You'll see it soon enough."

You should kick, or cry, or do anything to get him to stop. You should scream, even though there's no one around for miles.

But all you do is lay there while he continues thrusting inside you.

He leans down and kisses you, and despite your fear and your hurt, you kiss him back. You spread your legs open more for him so he has even better access to you.

They're automatic actions, your body responding to the stimulation.

At least, that's what you tell yourself as he comes inside you and then flips you onto your stomach for another round.

And when he nudges your legs open, you let him, lifting your ass into the air so he'll have an easier time violating you.

[so-i-did-this-thing]

Hey -- I just wanted to say, I hope you're doing okay (or as okay as any of us can be, considering everything right now). I know a lot of people come to you for advice and you're always so composed and... idk, a very publicly reasonable and calming presence, I think? But I know that we're all going through a lot right now and I just wanted to send my well wishes, I guess.

The job thing sounds like an absolute nightmare and I hope that you're able to shift to a more welcoming place of employment, but since we've moved in the same circles for ages and I know we both work in tech/tech-adjacent, if there's ever anything that I can do to help you and Crow, please let me know. Just random mutual feelings tonight but. Y'know. Big world out there with lots of friends, despite everything.

Hey, I really appreciate the check-in. ❤️

I am a pragmatic panicker, so my stress reaction is to dive into logistics and make plans. I was able to escape Florida because of plans I made in 2016, and I'm hoping the continuation of those plans will get me and Crow through a Trump presidency. But it sucks having to pull out the old spreadsheets that track when my money and HRT would run out in worst-case scenarios.

I've bounced back from a lot of bad shit in the past, and being white + cis-passing is going to afford me a degree of invisibility a lot of other trans people unfortunately won't have. So, I count my blessings.

Making this public in case other friends wanted an update. Losing my job this coming April is going to suck, and I welcome job opportunities for remote (or a decent commute) work for a Senior Product Manager. I'd love to stay in civic tech, but can't be picky right now, as there is going to be a huge wave of unemployed gov workers soon.

Big hugs to you and all my other mutuals. And for trans mutuals who may find themselves coming to New England, I am happy to refer my realtor and other resources if you need them.

[dailystressmonster]

Hello everyone, I thought I'd quickly address the developments in the Iskall situation and Stress's involvement in it.

TW for abuse and sexual harassment

First of all, in case you're out of the loop: Iskall85 has been accused of being a sexual predator and a groomer. Three separate victims have come forward with two of them providing statements containing proof for the accusations. This was back in November, I thought I'd address it back then but I never found the time to.

The most recent development is Iskall posting a video in response to the accusations. If you wish to watch the video, here's a reupload that will ensure he will have no financial gain from you watching.

That said, I can't say I recommend watching the video. He only addresses the allegations in the vaguest way possible and provides no proof of any kind. The video is quite clearly only meant to trick people who are not familiar with the allegations/haven't seen the victim statements or are easier to manipulate into thinking his made-up version of the facts is the truth, so that he can continue his career as a content creator.

Now, onto Stressmonster's involvement:

Back in November it was clearly stated by multiple people, including the victims, that Stress was not directly involved in the allegations. She had resigned at the same time as Iskall, but we had, at the time, no reason to believe she had done so in support of him.

However, here's a screenshot of her comment on Iskall's latest video:

Needless to say, this pretty much openly confirms she supports Iskall fully. I was incredibly disappointed, but I'm glad we now know for sure at least.

So, onto what this means for dailystressmonster:

I stand by the victims fully. If you still support Iskall85, you are not welcome here. If you interact with me, you will be blocked.

I will not be deleting the blog or any of its posts. I might turn off reblogs in posts that have Iskall in them, but that depends heavily on how I'll be feeling about said posts in the future. But, in any case, please be assured that everything on this blog is here to stay.

I don't know if I'll continue drawing C!Stress in the future, or if what I draw will be posted publically. I have always held a pretty clear separation between character and CC, so drawing her would not be in support of said CC, but for now I'm a little too hurt by all this to do so. This might change with time, but in the meantime don't expect C!Stress fanart from me!

Now, I will be linking some charities who help victims of sexual abuse. If you can provide me proof of you donating to these charities, I will doodle you any character, MCYT or not, that you request. (This excludes Iskall and Stress for obvious reasons)

US:

Joyful Heart Foundation

UK:

Rape Crisis England & Wales

[If you have suggestions for reputable charities please feel free to leave them in the replies/reblogs :) ]

[cyberteez]

pt.1 - pretty

pairing ⋆ seonghwa x afab!reader

genre ⋆ smut, angst

wc ⋆ 2.6k

summary ⋆ when money is tight and rent is short, you and your partner turn to posting adult content online.

warnings ⋆ reader has anxiety, money troubles, unprotected sex, slight oral fixation, top!seonghwa, bottom!reader, creampie, multiple orgasms

networks ⋆ @illusionnet @cromernet @pirateeznet

series masterlist

"Rent's short again."

A sigh.

"I can't use my credit card again."

Silence fills the kitchen as the pair face each other. Your gaze flickers between the bills present on your dimly lit computer screen and the man that sits across from you. His polished nails drag slowly through his scalp, face contorting as he thinks.

"Well… what are we going t-" you begin.

"I don't know, pretty," he interjects, pushing air between his teeth.

Seonghwa backs away from the counter, his steps heavy as he exits the room. Disappearing down the hallway, you hear the slam of a door. Your hands cradle your face, eyes welling with unshed tears as you shut the laptop lid. This isn't what you expected when you had agreed to move in with him. To no fault of either of you, your landlord decided to raise the rent midway through your lease, straining your finances to the max. Even working nearly fifty hours in a week wasn't enough to cover your expenses in the more affluent neighborhood you had settled into. Stress ate away at your very being, leaving you cold and anxious all the time.

Seonghwa reappeared in what felt like hours. You had curled up on the couch soon after he hid himself away, blankets bunched around your figure, exhausted sleep overtaking your mind with ease. He settled next to you on the cushion, hand coming to pet your hair till you stirred. A whimper left your mouth as you stretched your legs, shifting to lay against him.

"I'm sorry," he said lowly.

"S'fine," you mumble in response.

Seonghwa stays silent for a few minutes, continuously petting your hair, untangling knots and dragging his blunt nails against your scalp. When he does speak, it surprises you. "I think I know a way to get the money."

"How?"

"You know how we've taken videos of each other?"

Your mind blanks, thinking back to times where you recorded his silly reaction to dragon's breath, or times he's taken videos of the two of you riding amusement park attractions.

"Be more specific?" You query, still not picking up what he's hinting at.

"Like… like us. In the bedroom," he sheepishly remarks.

"Ah." Is all you can manage at first. Then, "you want us to post our sex life online? Like making porn?"

His face turns a delicate shade of red as you look up at him. A giggle worms its way from your mouth, Seonghwa joining in as soon as he realized you weren't upset.

"Yea, we can do that," you answer. "You act as if we haven't chatted about this before."

It was true. The pair of you had considered it in the past, but the fear of being found by friends, family, potential or current employers were enough to make you halt. Now, the notion of being homeless and in debt outweighed anything else.

"So we're gonna become amateur porn stars, huh."

It wasn't hard to get the right supplies. You basically had everything you needed anyway. Seonghwa proposed a first person point of view during the videos, to make it feel more intimate. You had no objections.

Dressed in the prettiest and shortest pink skirt you owned and a cute cream top, you sit patiently on the bed, waiting for your lover. Your hair falls cutely around your face, framing the lacey mask that serves as a basic disguise. While not the most concealing, it would still provide some cover as to not tip off anyone you knew. You decided to go without a bra, but opted for some sweet panties that hugged your hips nicely. When Seonghwa entered the room, you almost couldn't hold your laugh in. While his facecard was beautiful, the camera attached to him looked plain silly. He basically had a go-pro on, but you reminded yourself it was for the money, so you dealt with the awkwardness.

"Is that thing gonna get the right angle?" You asked, adjusting your pose so you sat on your hands.

"We're gonna find out, I guess. It feeds to the laptop, so lemme get it set up and we can adjust from there."

After a few minutes of finagling, you both agreed on the view from the camera. His long fingers ghosted over the keys, logging into the site you would be using.

He announces, while still facing away from you, "My thought is we can do a couple basic videos to start off with, then maybe we could move to live streaming?"

You nod your head, not realizing he wouldn't know your response. Seonghwa turns around to look at you and you nod your head once more. "My bad. Yea, that sounds good to me. Ready to get started?" He nods.

Nerves buzz through your limbs, settling in your fingers that remain securely under your thighs. His gait is relaxed as he steps to the edge of the bed where you sit. He gives you a silent look. One that asks if you're ready to go through with this. You blink up at him a few times before exhaling the breath you were holding and nodding once.

A click of the camera and a red light blinking once before becoming stagnant indicates that the scene has started. Your nerves settle almost instantly. A hand smooths over the skin of your cheek, cupping it softly. To say your reaction was instantaneous wouldn't be descriptive enough. You keen into his palm, allowing him to smooth the thoughts from your mind. His fingers glide down to pinch your chin between them. He pulls your gaze up to his, whispering, "Just look at me, pretty."

Heat pools in your lower abdomen at his words, staring directly into the camera as if it were his own eyes. As the grip on your chin recedes, his thumb drags at your lower lip. You eagerly open your mouth for him, allowing him to slip the thumb inside and flatten it against your tongue. A heavy whimper falls from your open mouth, allowing him to play with it how he pleases. Your fingers itch to touch him, but you know he'd stop his motions if you did. He leans in, getting a better view at the saliva pooling in your mouth before angling downward at your tits. His free hand smoothes over your chest, cupping the bottom of one before moving on to the next. A sigh escapes his lips as he leans back, seemingly lost in thought.

Seonghwa's hand tugs the button on his pants free, pulling the sides open enough to slip his member free from the confines. Even after being with him for years, you're always shocked at how thick and long he manages to be. Your eyes flicker from the camera to his length, waiting for permission.

The thumb that rests in your mouth leaves as his hand cards through your hair, grip becoming firm as he guides you to his length. The salty precum leaking from his tip covers your tastebuds as you take him in your mouth. You moan at the taste.

His breathing becomes heavier the more you take into your mouth. Whatever you can't fit into your mouth is cradled by your hands that slipped from underneath you. A tug at your scalp has you looking up at him, eyes wide and starting to tear.

"Did I say to stop looking at me?" He asks gruffly, eyes narrowing slightly.

Your response is to take him deeper in your mouth, a slightly bratty move and momentarily gagging yourself, but providing the exact reaction you wanted. A guttural sound resounds from his throat, head tipping back as you work yourself on his length. He doesn't stop you. Pulling back to where his tips just rests in your mouth, you lick the soft underside of his head before pushing yourself to your limit.

"Fuck, pretty, you take me so well," he muses.

Breathing through your nose, you continue to take him, sucking whenever you pull back and licking at his veins whenever you push in. Tears track down your cheeks, continuously pushing past your lids whenever he bumps the back of your throat. Whines and whimpers fall from your mouth, becoming loud every time his grip tightens in your hair. Your hands cradle his balls, kneading them between your palms, eliciting breathy moans from your lover. He fights to keep the camera angle on you, desperately trying to not lose himself to the shockwaves of pleasure you give him. It doesn't take long before he's pulling you off his cock completely, pushing your body backward on the bed and flipping up your skirt. His hands greedily pull at your thighs, teasing and tickling along the innermost parts, but avoiding where you need him the most.

"So cute, pretty. Did you get all dolled up for me?" He asks, getting a better view of the panties that are currently sticking to your lips. They're nearly see through at this point, dripping from the arousal that's pooled between your legs. "And you're so worked up, aren't you? Do you think you deserve to be touched?"

You nod furiously at his words, your lower lip starting to pout. A breezy chuckle leaves his lips before his hands are tugging down the soft material, discarding it somewhere behind him. Two of his fingers spread your lower lips, giving the camera a better view of your dripping cunt. You nearly forgot you were filming, so wrapped up in giving him pleasure and chasing your own. A whine erupts from your throat the moment Seonghwa circles his fingers around your puffy and untouched clit. He smiles softly before dipping them just inside your cunt, dragging them back up to circle around your clit once more. You can tell he's testing you when he does it a few more times, a huff nearly falling from your lips at his teasing. The impatience quickly dissipates as both fingers plunge into your heat, curling up slightly before pulling back. Your head falls back against your shoulders, obscuring your face from the camera. His motions stop. You lift your head quickly, looking back at him as he shakes his head lightly.

Seonghwa resumes his motions and each time he delves inside, his fingers loosen your walls to prepare for his length. He murmurs small encouragements all the while, praising you for how pliant you are, how pretty your pussy sounds for him. Your abdomen continues to knot further and further, the coil threatening to snap at any time. His free hand rests on your clit, rubbing small circles in order to throw you into your climax. With a cry you come undone, your cunt sucking his fingers in. He continues his motions until you squirm away from his touch, pleading with him to stop.

You can hear him shuffle around and his pants hit the floor before the bed dips and he straddles you. Hands push at your shirt, freeing your tits for the camera. Seonghwa kneads at them and tugs at your nipples, giving each a slight smack. His hands travel down your hips, grabbing at your thighs to wrap them around his waist.

"Is my princess ready to take my cock?"

"Please," you beg, looking pointedly into the camera.

"Since you asked so nicely, how could I refuse?" His length glides through your folds, tapping gently against your abused clit. The motion elicits more sounds from your mouth, increasing in volume as he pushes in with one move.

"Ngh, yes," you whine when you feel his hips meet yours. One of his hands splay over your stomach, holding you down as he starts to move.

"God, fuck," he starts, "you're so tight, pretty."

The drag of his cock against your walls is delicious, rubbing everywhere you need and filling you so nicely you couldn't think of anyone but him. His pace remains consistent, but he moves your legs in different positions until they both rest against his shoulders.

You cry out at this new angle, his cock hitting the spongy patch inside with abandon. His thumb finds your mouth again and you readily open for the appendage once more. You pose for the camera, batting your wide, innocent eyes and sucking on his thumb as his hips smack heavily against your thighs. You know he's close when his pace increases, but loses rhythm. The thumb in your mouth moves to circle your clit once more. Heat pools in your belly once more, another climax threatening to unleash.

"Come on, pretty, cum with me."

It's not but seconds later when you both fall apart with each other, your walls milking him for all he has. Seonghwa doesn't immediately stop recording. Instead, he pulls out and closes in on your cunt, spreading your lips and allowing globs of cum to seep from your stretched hole. When he pans back to your sweat sheened body, he clicks the camera off.

It's like a switch clicked as soon as the camera was off and discarded on the desk nearby.

"How are you doing, baby? Let me get a cloth. Or do you want to go straight to the bath?" A smile graces your lips in response. Just like the first time you spent the night together, he's always fretted over you after you have had sex. It was something you appreciated as past partners had never considered you. You sigh contently, slowly pushing yourself up.

"Let's go take a shower and then work on editing the footage, okay?"

"Of course," he responds, taking your hand and leading the way.

Lathering soap across both of your bodies, you talk about how the scene went, praising him for providing direction so easily. His hands shake, words coming out jumbled as he attempts to compliment you. He worries over your body, taking extra care when scrubbing your scalp, easing the tension from the grip he had in your hair. Seonghwa soon scatters kisses across your shoulders, murmurs of affection and adoration filling the steamy room.

Working on the video didn't take much time as you didn't want it to look heavily edited. You sat in his lap for most of it, his arms wrapped down your waist while you gave feedback on what you could both do better next time. Posting the video was the hard part. Well… emotionally at least. You both sat there for a while, pondering titles and wondering if you would actually go through with this. It would–hopefully–provide the needed income, but you would be putting that out there forever. Anxiety crept into your being as you worried if you looked good enough for something like this. Seonghwa soothed you while you worked through the heavy feelings, rubbing your back softly and pressing kisses around your face. Nothing could compare to you is what he told you, that you were beautiful and if the viewers couldn't see it they were blind.

Eventually, you calmed down enough to ask,  "what should we name it?"

It was a challenge. Trying to think of something that wasn't going to blend in with all the other content on the site but was also eye-catching enough to gain views.

"How about: Pretty? It's what I call you, and it's unique enough. As long as the tags fit then it should still be seen."

"I like it. Let's do it." Enthusiasm and warmth fills your chest as you both click on the mouse to post the finished product. You don't expect immediate views, nor do you receive them right after posting, but you hope it'll be enough to cover rent the next month.

© cyberteez 2025

[lucy---lou]

Part 12 Lucys-hdg-story

"Ice cream, ICE CREAM, ICE CREAM!"

I hold my ears shut.

"sssshhhh Ellie I know you're excited but you're stressing Lucy"

"Sooorryyyy", I get hugged,"I really am sorry. I want you to like me"

"It's alright I'm just sensitive"

*gasp*"there, there it is", Ellie is bouncing but keeping her voice quiet.

"thanks"

We arrive at the ice cream parlor. There are just too many to choose from and they all have silly names.

"Hey there, what would you like", the floret behind the counter asks.

"Ehm - I'll have a 'I'massweetasthisicecream' please", I say with a blush. Couldn't they just call it sweet strawberry.

"Sorry I couldn't understand you, could you repeat it?"

A vine is placed next to me and I grab onto it, feeling a little more secure.

"Iee-I would like a I'll have a 'I'm as sweet as this ice cream' please"

I stare at the ground out of embarrassment. We wait for Ellie to choose and we wait and wait.

"She'll have a 'Mistress I don't know what I want' and some iced mineral water for me please"

Ellie pouts at Miss Duralis.

"Sure thing coming up, have a seat!", the floret at the counter chirps.

Ellie and I are picked up and I let out a small eep and are both placed at the table meant for floret and their owners.

"Sorry Ellie, but if we'd have waited any longer I think all the ice cream on the Helichrysum would have melted"

"Owww ok", Ellie pouts.

I let a small giggle out

"What's so funny", Ellie gives me a stare and I now start laughing.

"Do you really think the conquerors of space would let all the ice cream melt"

"Hmm no, but Mistress said so"

"I think she just wanted me to feel better. I was quite scared. Whatever she choose for you will be great"

"Yeah", she beams,"and there it is"

Two plates of way to much ice cream and a jug of mineral water is placed in front of us.

"Enjoy it"

Miss Duralis thanks the floret and she pets him and scruffles his hair. I feel jealous, but push that aside there is ice cream in front of me. I dig in.

"mmmmmmhhhhhhhh", I let out a moan.

I look over at Ellie and can berly contain my self. Her face I completely full of ice cream even in places I wonder how she got it there. I look at miss Duralis with a you seeing this look. She smiles at me and starts cleaning Ellie.

"Told you she gets too excited, that's why we don't have ice cream that often"

"I see that", I smile and happily continue eating.

Suddenly I can hear loud cheering and clapping.

<dirt>

I force my eyes shut, hold my ears with my hands and curl up. I let out a tiny displeasured queak.

I feel vines slowly creep up my body and I let them. They move up to my hands and force themselfs between my hands and head. Suddenly everything goes quiet. I take a deep breath.

"Is this better petal?", I can hear Miss Duralis clearly but nothing else. I nod.

"Would you like to go back to our hab"

I feel my eyes starting to tear up and I do a tiny nod.

"Alright petal, I'll tell Ellie"

We get picked up and I feel Miss Duralis give me a tight hug. I'm scared. The vines still allow me to move, so I turn to Ellie and hug her. I start to cry again. Time seems to fly by. Soon we're back at the hab and all three on the couch again.

"Sorry", I let out along with a long sigh.

"For what kitten?"

"For ruining everything like I always do", if I hadn't cried all the way here. I would definitely had now.

"Oh kitten, it wasn't your fault, you were just overwhelmed"

"But I alw-mpff"

"No back talking kitten, otherwise I'll have to give you something. "

"But my stupid brain" prick "meeeooowww"

"meow mieeoww mreoww", what the fuck!why can't I talk.

"MEEOOWR!"

"Can we always have her like that. She's so cute. I think I'm going to die", Ellie hugs me after finishing her adoration.

I just pout at her.

"meowrr"

"You can have fun with her on Class-Ws later first I need to settle some things", Miss Duralis seems angry?

"Look at me kitten"

Before I can even react she forces me. I try to look away.

"No little kitten, look into my eyes"

I stare at her and fall into her swerling beautiful colourful shining eyes. Everything else starts to fall away. Even if I wanted to I couldn't look away, they're just to beautiful.

"Good kitten, now drop for me"

I feel my self shut down nothing exists anymore just Miss Duralis and that's fine. I can feel her everywhere.

"Good girl"

A shiver goes down my spine.

"Now listen close"

"It's not your fault"

"You are under my care, it's my responsibility to take care of you"

Something changes. Everything feels more intense.

"You are safe"

I am safe

"You don't have to worry"

I don't have to worry

"It is not your fault"

It is not my fault

"Now come back to me kitten"

*snap*

Slowly all my senses come back to me. It feels like I was hit by an asteroid. I look at them with pleading eyes

"Meeow?", great still can't talk.

"Yes kitten, is everything alright"

I boop my head with my paws no my hands and make a hurt noise.

"Does your head hurt?"

"mmeow", I nod. I feel a prick

"That should be better now"

"Mriouw", I nod, but not just my headache is gone everything feels better.

"You can play with her now", Miss Duralis smiles.

"Yayy"

I get hugged with quite the force.

"Whatever she did to you, it's for your best"

"mrew"

Doesn't matter everything feels great and I'm safe.

"So, so ,soooo cute, sorry I have to do this. I can't hold back any longer"

SHE KISSES MY LIPS!

"meemmmeowmwmwmwm", I moan

My cheeks flush as bright pink as physically possible. She pulls away and I look at her pleading and also panting.

"Oh my stars, I needed this"

I paw at her.

"Awww, don't be sad I'll continue"

And I get kissed again and again and again. My whole body is being petted, stroked and kissed. Time seems to stop ticking in heaven. Slowly the kissing grows slower, the petting lighter. We hug each other tightly. Everything grows even slower and heavier. We drift of into blissfull sleep and of course holding each other .

-Wow that was so much fun to write and now I also have butterflies in my stomach. Also I just noticed Ellie reminds me alot of Fluffle Puff

[buonsai]

I live in what I thought was a very safe place. By that I mean, I live in a very casually progressive state. There is a healthy balance of progression and traditionalism. I've never felt unsafe being outwardly queer here. After the election, everything has been flipped upside down. I don't recognize my home anymore.

My partner's mother is a higher-up of a nonprofit org (being a bit vague for privacy reasons). This nonprofit has a branch dedicated to suicide hotlines, and of that branch there's an LGBTQ+ specialist branch. This morning she was stressing because they have to alter the structure of this entire branch. They have to change their questionnaires, their automated messages, their scripts to adjust to Trump's new "only 2 recognized genders" policy. If they don't wholly change this department, they will be denied funding and shut down. They are in the process of potentially becoming required to tell suicidal trans people that there are only two genders. If it continues as it is, it's more than likely they won't even be able to recommend other trans specialists to treat them. The suicide hotline for queer and trans people is actively being modified to become hostile against them, and there is absolutely nothing the workers can do to fight this.

ICE has been seen in my capital city. They're making their way around the state. My best friend's grandmother lives with her and her mother, a generational home. Her grandmother came from elsewhere and rebuilt her family back up from nothing. I have been petrified I'm going to wake up to a call from my best friend crying, screaming that they took her.

These aren't just issues for red states. These aren't problems that strangers are facing. It's in our streets, it's coming right to our homes. I don't want to believe it, but I can't ignore what's breaking down my neighbor's door and charging for mine.

[moonylovegoodsposts]

Back To You | David!Clark Kent × Plus Size OC!

Wordcount: around 4K

Warnings: fluff, no use of Y/n (no matter how hard I try, I just can't get myself used to write using the Y/n thing, I'm so sorry about that!). Plus sized Oc, because why not? and Latina(Brazilian) Oc, because again, why not? Suggestive ending.

Oc! Lianna Torres

ps: guys I AM SO SORRY for being late with this one, I really lost myself. english is not my first language so im sorry for any mistakes.

faceclaim for Lianna Torres: Brianna Marquez (@/brimarqz)

I drop the last box on the porch, sighing as I watch the moving truck drive away. What trouble have I gotten myself into... actually, they have gotten me into. I love my family very much, but did they really need to leave me with... this?

Okay, let me explain. My grandmother died a while ago and, well, like every decent American, she had a will. What I didn't expect was that I would be forced to leave Brazil to inherit a farm that is falling apart. She hadn't lived here for a good few years when her illness began to take over, so the farm was left empty and the animals were given to someone who could take care of them, probably to a neighboring farm, from what I remember.

I stare at the large wooden door, the key in my hand. I take another deep breath, walking to the door at once, turning the key, trying to get it to open. Well, as everything that is great can get better, what is shit can get worse too. "Shit!" I exclaim, kicking the door, more to try to relieve stress than to try to open it.

And I thought I was the favorite granddaughter...

I roll my eyes, my head falling forward and my forehead hitting the door. "Holy shit... Why didn't you leave this to Matthew, huh, Grandma?" I ask, as if she could hear me, wondering why she didn't leave it to my cousin, who lives, like, two hours away.

"Do you need help?" I hear a voice that makes me turn back to the entrance of the farm and see a ridiculously tall guy wearing a blue flannel shirt and jeans, standing in front of the porch steps. "Excuse me?" I ask, not understanding where the man came from. I look a little behind him and see a blue pickup truck parked at the entrance of the farm. How did I not hear him coming?

"My parents said you came to live here permanently, so I thought it would be a good idea to come and help you... and it's summer, I have nothing to do on my parents' farm, so..." he continues babbling, as he walks up the steps, looking nervous about something but only one thing goes through my mind: Who is this guy?

"Excuse me, who are you again?" I ask, very confused, making him stop on the last step, his expression changing a few times. "Do I look that different?" He asks with a smile, staring at me. I open my mouth to reply with some ironic shit, but my brain freezes when I finally recognize the bright blue eyes. "Clark?"

It all seems to make sense now. I mean, why on earth would a random guy show up at my grandmother's door? Which is now my house...

Clark and I used to play together when I came here, in the summer when I was a kid. And sometimes in the winter too. And not just when we were kids...

I watch him smile and climb the last step. "I thought you forgot..." he says, pulling me into a tight hug that I return. "You look different, but I could never forget you!" I say, pulling out of the hug and he walks to the front door, touching the doorknob.

"It's stuck, you won't be able to open it that easily..." I say, trying to warn him, but when I see him he's practically broken down the door. "What the..." I stare at him, who seems to have made the minimum effort to open that door while my toes are still sore from the kick I gave him. "Ladies first" he says, gesturing for me to enter the house and I do. My heart skips a beat as the first wooden plank creaks beneath my feet.

The house is in a state of disrepair, that's for sure. Cobwebs are the least of it. All the furniture is falling apart and the musty smell is unbearable. All the wallpaper is peeling and everything is a mixture of mud, dust and bugs. I reach for the light switch, trying to turn on the light. The light stays on for a total of five seconds before the bulb simply explodes into sparks. "Shit."

"Okay, so... we have a lot of work to do..." Clark says, crossing his arms beside me and I glare at him "You don't have to..." I try to argue but he interrupts me "I'm not going to let you take care of this house alone. Are we going to start now or not?" He says, rolling up the sleeves of his button-down shirt.

Oh my God, when did his arms get so... huge...?

Holy shit, Lianna. Focus!

"Okay, let's go..." I say, taking off my own jacket, throwing it over some boxes outside.

_

I sigh, sitting on the porch steps, trying to regulate my breathing. Most of my boxes are still outside and it's already the third day, but every hour there seems to be a new problem with the house.

Why does it have to be me?

The sound of the pickup truck pulls me from my thoughts. I see Clark getting out of the truck in his boots, jeans, and green flannel shirt.

I've really been away for too long... when did that teenager I knew get so...

I guess I'm thinking too much. I'm definitely thinking too much, thinking so much that I almost didn't notice the clump of white fur getting out of the truck and running towards me. The dog circles me, smelling me and wagging his tail, stopping in front of me, tongue out, as if smiling. "Oh, hi!" I greet the dog, my hands going behind his ears, the look in his eyes bringing back memories of my teenage years. "Wait, is that Krypto?" I ask Clark, who approaches the porch.

"That's him!" He sits down next to me, his hand stroking the dog's head. "Wow! He's what? 15 years old?" I look at Clark, seeing his blue eyes looking between me and Krypto, stuttering a little "Yeah... yeah, I think so... about 15 years old, yeah..." he says, coughing a little, looking a little nervous. "Uhm, my mom sent this" He hands me a paper bag "for your lunch".

"Oh, she's so sweet!" I smile, taking the bag "I miss her!" I say, looking inside the bag, the incredible smell of food reminding me that I didn't have breakfast.

"She misses you too, she asks me every now and then if I've heard from you..." He looks at me as if he wants to talk about something that I know exactly what it is. "I'm sorry I disappeared... life got a little more complicated when my dad died and coming back here..." I try to explain myself, but Clark puts his hand on mine, interrupting me. "It's okay... I mean, you could have sent me an update, but you're okay, that's what matters," he says, looking into my eyes.

I take a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of his hand on mine and those sky-colored eyes staring at me.

"I wish I had called..." I say, a feeling of not having done what I should have taken over me "written, I don't know... sent you an update..." I laugh, without any humor. "I didn't call either..." Clark says, shrugging, but looking at me with a little guilt in his eyes "I could have called..." he says, intertwining his fingers with mine, looking at the rain that has started to fall.

"Things were as they were supposed to be..." I say, letting my head fall to the side, resting it on his shoulder, smiling when he rests his head on mine.

"What do you think about changing that wallpaper? It's kind of cheesy, right?" He suggests completely changing the subject, in that way he always did to distract me from difficult subjects. "That would be great!" I chuckle, leaning into his touch.

_

"So, I brought the best ones I could find..." Clark says, entering the house with many rolls of wallpaper. Many. "There's this blue one and there's this one with flowers..." he shows me "I think you'll choose the one with the flowers, but I needed to bring the blue one in case you changed your taste in prints..."

I laugh, looking at him, finishing sweeping the dusty floor. I put down the broom and walk over to him, looking at the options he brought me. He really knows me well. He still knows me well. I smile, picking up one of the rolls of wallpaper with a white background and flowers in pink, blue and violet. "I loved this one!" I say "Thanks, Clark!".

"You're welcome! I'll return the blue ones to the store later..." he says, dropping the box of blue wallpaper on the porch. "You're amazing, you know that?" I say when he stops in front of me, holding the box with all the rolls of wallpaper in one hand. He smiles at me, with that smirk as he says: "You've told me that a few times..."

I can barely contain the smile that tries to appear on my face, as he places the box on the new couch, identical to the old one, but without rat piss. Krypto doesn't take long to climb on the couch, watching as we work, enjoying his nice little life. It's quite possible to say that Clark's more excited about this renovation than I am. He's been here every day for almost two weeks, without fail. I have nothing to complain about, but it's funny and gratifying to see how much he's dedicated to making this house at least decent.

I see him enter through the back door with a ladder, his perfect hair dragging on the doorframe and I notice that he slightly lowers his head to get through.

"So..." he begins, positioning the ladder on the wall near the door "my mother invited you to dinner at my house today..."

"Today?" I ask, incredulous. "Today." He answers me simply, as he begins to install the wallpaper.

Is it wrong to find the guy I've had a crush on since I was a teenager extremely attractive while he's installing wallpaper? Ah, the wonders of adult life...

"Oh, I..." I try to say, but he interrupts me. "You know she doesn't take 'no' for an answer, right?" I confirm, knowing this very well. "And also, she's already started thinking about the dinner menu, so..." he argues, leaving me with no way to refuse.

"I have nowhere to run, right?" I ask, just to confirm.

"No."

_

And here I am, standing at the Kents' door, wearing a dress. A dress! A white sundress with blue flowers. My God, I haven't worn a dress in years. I ring the bell next to the door, taking a deep breath. The door opens and I see Clark on the other side, smiling, wearing his denim jacket and the white t-shirt underneath, and his glasses askew. "Hi! You're early!" He smiles, making room for me to pass. "My mom's in the shower and my dad's out back finishing fixing the back door." I walk into the house, slightly embarrassed to be back after so long. "I brought this..." I hand the dish to Clark, "I didn't have much time to make something better, so I made it with what I had at home..." Clark takes the container from my hand, removing the cloth from the top, revealing the sweet treat my mom taught me to make. "Lily, you didn't have to..." he begins with a smile forming on his lips and I feel a shiver down my spine hearing my old nickname come out of his mouth after so long. "I did need it, Clark. I wasn't going to show up here empty-handed." I smile "It's called 'pudim', it's typical in Brazil..."

"You're amazing, you know?" He smiles, taking the pie to the kitchen, gesturing for me to follow him. I close the front door behind me and head to the kitchen. "You've told me that a few times..." I smile, watching him finish setting the table.

There's still a small feeling of being home hidden in my chest. Everything seems as comfortable as I remember, the couch in the same corner as always where Clark and I used to watch all the cliché Christmas movies and romantic comedies – because he always let me choose what to watch.

"So..." he approaches me, drying his hand on a dish towel "here hasn't changed at all, has it?"

"Even the couch is in the same place... it seems like it was yesterday..." I say, trying not to sound too nostalgic.

"It really does!" I hear a familiar voice at the kitchen door and turn around, finding Martha, smiling, coming to hug me. "Martha, I miss you so much!" I hug her back, smiling.

"I was so happy when I found out you were moving here for good! I called Clark right away, he was in Metropolis, putting off coming to spend the break here!" she says, ignoring her son. "Mom..." Clark says, a warning and a little embarassment implied in his voice. I look at him, curious, since he had made me understand that he was already here.

"Lianna! My God, you're such an adult!" Jonathan appears next to Clark, smiling at me, repeating Martha's action when she hugged me. "The last time I saw you, you were wearing glasses and pigtails!" he says, not even humorously, making me laugh. "That's true!" I agree. "Thank God for contact lenses!"

"Come on, let's sit down and eat!" Martha gestures to the table. "Mom, Lianna brought a typical Brazilian dessert, it's called 'pudin'." He says, with his cute American accent. "Pudim." I correct him playfully, emphasizing the 'm' with my Brazilian accent.

"Pudi-m..." he tries again, making me laugh. "Almost that..."

We finally sit down to dinner, Clark in front of me, next to his father and his mother next to me.

Dinner goes by peacefully. There's never a lack of conversation with the Kents, even after so long. His parents ask me how things are going in Brazil, how my mother and brothers are doing, what I do for a living, if I like what I do. That's the kind of thing you talk about when you haven't seen each other for many years.

"I'm a journalist..." I say, as Martha cuts a piece of the pie she made, placing it on a plate with the dessert I brought. "Are you a journalist too?" Jonathan asks me. "I am! I used to work in audiovisual journalism in Brazil..."

"That's really cool!" Clark says, picking up his own plate of sweets that his mother placed on the table, "Do you have a job around here yet?"

"Not really... I dropped everything to come and take care of the farm..." I say, taking a bite of the pie.

"That's really nice of you..." Martha says, "We kept some of your grandmother's horses when she got sick... the cows went to another neighbor, but they're all well taken care of!"

I look at all of them, sighing in relief, "That's good to hear! I admit I was worried about the little animals, I loved them!"

"I remember! I even thought I was going to be a vet..." Clark says. "I almost was... but I don't think I would have..." I laugh.

The evening continued as pleasantly as before. Clark's father was the first to leave while Clark and I worked together, washing and drying the dishes. His mother tried to stay a little longer but soon followed her husband, claiming that she no longer has the same energy as before. Clark and I finished putting away the dishes and I was ready to leave when he took two bottles of beer from the fridge and handed me one, inviting me to stay a little longer.

And here we are. On the roof of the Kent house. Looking at the stars. Just like when we were teenagers and used to go up here, sneaking drinks from the adults. Now we are two adults and it's so weird to think about.

"Can you believe that nowadays we don't have to smuggle a bottle of beer here anymore?", I ask, breaking the comfortable silence between us. "I was thinking the same thing!" he says, letting out a laugh.

I hear a few small pops and look to the side, seeing Clark sitting down, resting his arms on his knees, staring at the trees behind the house. I sit down too, trying to adjust my dress to cover my thick thighs. Damn, this is why I don't wear dresses!

"Is everything okay?" he asks, seeing me struggling with the dress. "It's okay, it's just... that's why I don't wear dresses... I'm too big for them..." I say, taking a deep breath, finally managing to keep the skirt in place and I see Clark frowning. "I think it looks great on you..." he compliments and I can't help but laugh humorlessly. "I know it doesn't." I reply. "I guess I was trying to impress, or something... I don't know..." I say, laughing at myself, taking a sip of beer.

"I think you should wear it more often..." he says, looking at me with an intensity I haven't seen in a long time. "You look beautiful..." he smiles with that sideways smile, his blue eyes staring deep into my soul, and that's enough to make my heart beat faster, as if I were that teenager again.

He looks forward again, as if coming out of a trance, shaking his head a little, his curls bouncing cutely. I turn back to the front, staring at the trees and the stars. "Thank you..." I say, "For helping me with the house... and for the compliment, too..." I lower my head, trying to hide my flushed cheeks. "I think you're the only person who can compliment me so... openly...".

"I just told the truth." I see him shrug, taking another sip of his beer and I look at him, searching for some sign of joking or lying in his eyes. Nothing. "You know, I missed you in the summers. And in the winters too..." he admits, leaving the bottle leaning against a tile.

"I missed you too." I confess, hugging my legs, feeling the cold night breeze chill my bones. "You were by far the best company to spend the holidays with..." I smile without showing my teeth, remembering the chaos that the holidays became as soon as all the grandchildren arrived at the Farm.

"I guess I can say the same thing... your cousins ​​were very..." he smiles, unfolding a blanket he brought when we went upstairs. "Chaotic?" I suggest, feeling him place the blanket over my shoulders, our faces being inches apart for a few seconds, making me hold my breath until he was back in his place.

"Yeah... 'chaotic' is a great description for them..." he laughs. "I'm glad it's just you now... I can visit you without fear of leaving all covered in paint..." he remembers one of the last summers I spent here, when my twin cousins ​​played a prank on him. Well, the victim wasn't really him, but rather anyone who walked through the door at that time, and well... Clark was the first. "Maybe I'll call Fred to help me prank you, one of these days..." I laugh, teasing him a little.

"Oh, I'm sure he'll love that!" Clark says sarcastically, making me laugh even more, and I barely notice the way he's staring at me.

I take a deep breath, wrapping myself even tighter in the blanket, and my heart skips a beat when Clark keeps staring at me in that intense way he's had before.

Something in his gaze reminds me of the last time I was here. On this roof, just the two of us. The first time we kissed. I almost let out a laugh, a slight snort escaping my nose as I look straight ahead, avoiding his gaze.

They always say that the first kiss is always bad, and... yeah, it kind of was. We came up here, smuggling some cheap liquor I found at my grandmother's house. We were trying to get away from my cousins, obviously, but we ended up drinking too much and kissed. And it was really weird. We got down from the roof, and he took me home without saying a word. The next day, when I wasn't drunk anymore, I could barely go to town with my grandmother to go shopping, afraid of running into him and afraid that he would never want to look at me again because of that horrible kiss. But of course, Mrs. Celina dragged me with her to the market and made me hold all the bags while she picked out the things. That's when Clark showed up to save the day, as he always did. He helped me with the bags and walked us to our farm. And then, when my grandmother came in, he kissed me again, at the front door. Infinitely better than the day before, I must say.

"What's wrong?" I hear his voice next to me, pulling me out of my trance of memories. "Nothing..." I answer with a smile, but he raises his eyebrow, not accepting my answer. "It's just..." I start, looking at my hands holding the blanket "I was remembering...".

"First kiss?" he asks, his eyebrow raising a little higher and I suddenly feel so shy around him. "Yeah..." I say, looking straight ahead again.

I hear a laugh beside me but I don't dare look at him, the embarrassment making my skin flush.

"I always remember that when I come here... and I come here a lot..." he says, looking down, his arms resting on his knees, his tone almost like a confession. "I think... maybe I missed you more than I care to admit." he says, his voice almost in a whisper, as if he were saying it only to himself. But I hear him, and I look at him, my eyebrows furrowed and my gaze too curious, too hopeful, waiting for him to continue, but he doesn't. He just stares at the roof, as if he's said enough for now.

"Me too." I admit. It's not a lie. In fact, it's the honest truth. "I love Brazil, but spending my vacation there, alone, isn't the same... and by alone I don't mean without my cousins..." I say, a small laugh escaping, but my smile slowly disappears when he looks at me again. Those bright blue eyes. "I missed you. A lot." He presses his lips together in a thin smile, playing with the empty beer bottle in his hands. The subject seems to disappear between us, but it's not an unbearable silence. It's actually quite pleasant. In fact, everything is quite pleasant around Clark. I used to think it was all in my head, from when I was a teenager, but... the feeling is still the same.

I take a deep breath, staring at the stars, imagining what it would be like to fly among them, as if all the weight of my body were null. I smile at the idea of ​​a small and light body, as if it were even funny. Me, small and light.

"It must be cool, right?" I ask, out of nowhere, still looking at the stars, and Clark looks at me with a question mark on his face. "Flying," I clarify. "Like Superman. Being so powerful that you can just jump and fly around... or being so light that your body simply floats near the stars." I say, smiling, but I can see the gears in his head turning and turning and turning.

"I wrote and directed a video journalistic report about him, you know?" I ask, more to tell him something I think he'd like to know. "Superman is a huge hit in Brazil, everyone loves him. That neat little hair, the blue eyes and the underwear outside his suit. The kids love it." I laugh, taking a last sip of my beer while looking at Clark.

He's still, staring at me. I frown at him, as if to ask "What's wrong?" But the gears in his head seem to keep turning. "Clark?" I call to him and he swallows hard, looking down and then back at me. "Is everything okay?"

"Oh, sure, it's great!" he says, shaking his head and looking at me with a little smile. "It's just that you reminded me of an article I need to write about Superman too... but... but what about this video journalistic report of yours? Can I watch it any time?"

"Sure! Tomorrow, if you want I'll show you... speaking of which, it's getting a little late, right?" I ask, staring at the phone screen. "It's almost midnight... I think I should go..." I say, worried about the time.

"Oh, yes! Of course, it's late!" Clark agrees, standing up, offering me his hand and I gladly accept, following him slowly, avoiding making too much noise on the tiles.

He goes down the stairs first, reaching the grass. I go down soon after, foot by foot, step by step, suspicious of the old wooden stairs. But even so, I think I trusted him too much. When I was almost on the grass, with a few steps left, a damn nail broke, making the wood give way under my feet and all my balance disappear. My body falls backwards and I feel like it's in slow motion as I try to reach the stairs to hold on and balance myself, but at the same time, I embrace my fate that I'm going to fall backwards on the ground. I just close my eyes, waiting. But the thud never comes. In fact, there is a fall, but on two strong and enormous arms that are now surrounding me, somehow, saving me from falling on my ass. I open my eyes, wondering how and when Clark became so strong, but as soon as I open my eyes, I see him. His eyes. So close. After so many years.

He puts me back on my feet, without any apparent effort, but he continues to hold my waist. And now that I realize, I continue to grab his biceps – which I don't even remember how I started holding in the first place.

I let go of his arms, a little embarrassed by the situation, but his eyes don't leave me, they don't stop studying my face, and it may have been my imagination, but I'm almost sure I felt his hands squeeze my waist lightly, making me look into those eyes again and for a moment, I almost don't realize how close we are. I almost don't notice when he leans a little more towards me, and the way my body simply responds, even after so many years.

But it's impossible, impossible, not to notice when he presses our bodies together. The way his eyes wander to my mouth every now and then. The way our breaths mingle as the tips of our noses touch as we continue to lean into each other.

And it's almost otherworldly when he finally kisses me. When my eyes close as my arms instinctively wrap around his neck. And when his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.

I almost let out a moan in the middle of the kiss when he tangles his fingers in my hair, angling my face better as the kiss gets deeper and deeper.

I don't know how long we stay there, or anything like that. I just know that we need to break the kiss when the need for air becomes greater. Our breaths, still mingled, and completely out of control, almost make me laugh. But nothing really matters to me now, when all I feel is wanting more.

More, more, more.

I tilt my face again, searching for more and he obliges. The kiss now feels more desperate, more passionate, more... hotter.

"I think you can stay here tonight..." He murmur against my lips and in a few seconds I feel his hands going down to my ass, squeezing a little and then going down to my thighs, making me wrap my legs around his waist, and I almost let out a little scream at the way he holds me so easily.

"Yeah, I think I can..."

[miyakazashi]

The Burning Hell that is Yingdu Episode 6

I have no idea where to start, so I thought I might as well just write down something like a live reaction, basically how I reacted to the main parts of this episode- not much theories just plain thoughts and yes 44 minutes after the episode finished airing... took me a while, uhh I'm still not okay though, anyways

Omg this scene was so hilarious, but honestly when I was first watching it I was so stressed out about the whole "someone is gonna die thing" that I processed the joke, but couldn't really laugh, it basically went like- oh haha😆, okay serious talk who's gonna die 😀 but now that it's all over, damn that's hilarious 🤣🤣🤣 they really were not on the same track as Vein and Xia Fei huh🤣

This whole model scene was so wholesome🥺 and honestly made me chuckle a little, since I was still really stressed- like, you can't tell me someone in the fandom really forgot the main deal of this episode while watching these more lighthearted scenes, no way- anyways I love how cute they are here, plus the song (which I really liked btw) gave me mad idol anime vibes 😆and Lu guang throwing the flower pedals for Xia Fei with a dead pan face is hilarious, will go into detail with this part in another post

This part freaked me out, like it was definitely the first death flag of the episode for Xia Fei, when he just disappears? Obviously from the trailer we know he's with Liu Xiao- but that's even more unsettling

The fact that Liu Xiao just shushes him, I can't, I was even more stressed out here, but like I just had a nagging feeling he wouldn't get his hands dirty by killing him so-

Look, I just find this scene really REALLY odd, like Vein's favoured model of his company disappears and he's just like, "nah it's fine don't worry about him, we have more important stuff here" my first thought was that, I think he's conspiring with Liu Xiao here, they have a plan, and he knows it's succeeded since Xia Fei is gone. I was scared, and started to second guess whether Liu Xiao would kill him or not- but alas with this episode we do not get enough thinking time

And this just further proves my thoughts when Xia Fei first "disappeared", I bet the one on call with Vein is Liu Xiao. This whole episode was probably their plan I think.

With Wang Qing ( or rather probably Cxs's mother in Wang Qing's body ) just saying she doesn't have much time left, I was scared it was another death flag, plus the other obvious death flag Cheng Xiaoshi in the room my heart was racing here, like literally I knew I wasn't gonna be prepared for whatever kind of sh*t was about to go down.

Continuing in the next post, cause I don't know anymore

[ventique18]

Book 7, Chapter 7, Episode 101:

So the DiaRamshackle squad landed in Ignihyde, where they meet the completely aware Idia. They had thought they got out of a dream into the "real world", but it turns out they're just outside of Lilia's dream but still within Malleus' magical domain expansion-- which is Idia's "dream" now. Proof of this is because Sebek's still wearing his armor.

At this point in time, apparently they haven't really conversed with Idia yet. Sebek barely remembers that Idia's the Ignihyde housewarden LOL.

Sebek: "... That's right! I knew I've seen that face before. You're Ignihyde's housewarden! Back at the entrance ceremony, you attended in some sort of board-like thing. This might be the first time I've seen you in proper form."

Sebek: "I am from Diasomnia, First Year, Class D, Seat 33, Sebek Zigvolt!!" WHY IS HE SO ENTHUSIASTIC LMAO

Sebek: "This dopey man right here is Silver. Second Year, from the same dormitory!!" (DOPEY DSJKNDAS HE'S BASICALLY SAYING HE LOOKS HIGH LMAO)

Idia: "Are Malleus and co.'s ears still fine from being blasted by this boombox everyday at close-range..."

Silver: "Everyone, on alert! Idia-senpai, Grim, prefect, get behind me and Sebek!"

AND SO SUDDENLY THEY'RE GETTING ATTACKED??

Idia: "Wuh?! What's this all of a sudden?! Ow, ow! I'm getting crushed between hard muscles and hard armor!"

IDIA????? IS THIS THE RIGHT TIME AND PLACE TO BE COMMENTING ON MUSCLES OMFG LMAO

So the "darkness" have come for Idia because they sensed that someone needs to be lulled back to sleep lol.

Grim: "Malleus might pop up again to say "You're awake?"..!"

Sebek: "The "darkness" are fine, though I do not know if we can win against Lord Malleus without Sir Lilia..."

"No, we are ready!"

Sebek: "Whether it be the darkness, or Lord Malleus... We will definitely strike back!!!"

Idia: "Uogh... Wai-- too close... Can't... breathe..!"

HE'S LITERALLY SHAKING BACK AND FORTH HELP

AND THEN SUDDENLY SOMEONE SPEAKS!

???: "About Malleus and the dark shadows... You don't need to worry about them for a while. I think he's spending considerable "resources" trying to get Lilia Vanrouge back to sleep."

Ortho: "Hehe, sorry for making you worry."

Apparently, Ortho's appearing in monitor mode for now because trying to appear as his usual form in Idia's dreams causes some serious errors.

Ortho: "Anyway... Everyone, brother's face is already turning blue from asphyxiation. Can you let him go now?"

So the two let go of him and Idia let's in a HUGE GASP FOR AIR

Idia: "ohh I almost descended to the underworld... Tha-thanks for the save, Ortho..."

So anyway, Sebek starts questioning the two what they mean by Malleus using up resources to put Lilia to sleep. Ortho starts the explanation by recounting events. That during Lilia's farewell party, Malleus put everyone to sleep-- no, froze time and space itself. But Ortho in particular managed to escape from the island through communications satellite. Everyone was shocked because Ortho could do something like that?! Ortho just laughs and says his "peculiarity" was helpful, because while he's not a mage and therefore cannot have a unique magic, he can transmit his "soul" through radio waves.

Sebek: "Loathe as I am to admit... but human advancement in machinery is amazing."

Silver chimes in and praises that Ortho's uniqueness is something they can never attain no matter how hard they train. Ortho moves on, explaining that he went to STYX headquarters and there, they hatched the plan for Ortho to infiltrate Sage Island in order to analyze Malleus' unique magic, Fae of Maleficence.

[forcedhesitation]

*wheeze* slowly, but surely, working on art of them all

[mothpdf]

crying on the public transport

[suddencolds]

~

[todayisafridaynight]

I hope this isn't weird but earlier I was thinking about how much good artists do in the world, and so many artists don't recognize it. You bring a lot of joy to a lot of people. I've gotten a few commissions from you at this point, and every time I look at them I get so happy because, man, there was someone who took time to create something for me (I know I payed, but still!) Beyond that, I have seen when you draw little doodles just because people inspire you to eith their asks. You practiced your skill and you use it to make others happy and that's so valuable. You contribute a lot to this world just by bringing people's moods up, and I hope you recognize that. You're pretty awesome :)

t thank yuou ,....

[nerdyfangirlingbooks]

Every now and then I remember the times I would mention to my flatmate that I was thinking of buying myself something reasonably expensive (that I had been eyeing up for months and had budgeted for) and she'd tell me that I shouldn't spend that much money on something I didn't need and it would be stupid etc etc while she regularly impulse bought things that cost at least as much and she would use once (while complaining that she was under a lot of financial stress and couldn't afford <$3/week for 2 months for a rental washing machine when ours broke). She is... perhaps not my first call for financial advice

[cimeriansparrow]

My mom got mad at me this morning bc "I never talk to her," but every time we try to really talk, it turns into a massive fight (guess what happened 15 minutes ago)

I can't even ask questions without them eventually leading down a road where she keeps cutting me off and begins to yell at me. Obviously I'm taking a tone with you. Not only am I literally just speaking to you in the way that you speak to me, but being spoken down to for 22 years really teaches you that it doesn't matter How I speak to you, you won't ever Listen. Idk. I'm tired of living in a house where I can't even try to talk to my parents about the smaller stressors that I have.

Tried to bring up what's been going on the past few months bc she accused me of being depressed and lazy and. Yeah. I was depressed for 3 months. Thank you So much for noticing. It really speaks volumes to me that you didn't say anything about it while I was going through it?? I tried explaining that a new medication (that she knew I was taking!!! I told her when I switched to it!) Was causing me immense brain fog and seriously scary suicidal ideations that I did nearly act on.

And she got pissed and started yelling bc I never talk to her, and when I asked her to stop yelling she told me that she's gonna yell because she shouldn't be made to feel like this in her own house. She just went through a massive surgery and she's had to walk on eggshells around us when we should have been taking care of her (which we did. And it fucking tears me apart that she doesn't realize how much of my own life I've given up already to make sure she's been taken care of) and she's done with tiptoeing around all of us and she just kept going and going and going and going and going because she doesn't actually ever know when to fucking stop.

No shit we don't talk. Every single time I try to talk with you it ends up like this. With me trying to calm down after stepping away after you've accused me of some wild shit and when I come back to try to talk normally you're still yelling. In fact, you're more incensed than before.

For some reason she thinks adhd medication will fix everything. Like it's some sort of cure all and I don't have a decent handle on it. And every time I bring up that I've done some research and I feel like I might be on the autism spectrum she tells me that's stupid and people are making a trend of it and that's why I feel that way and I shouldn't think that because none of us (myself and two younger sisters) are autistic.

If none of this makes any sense to anyone reading, know that that's how Every Single conversation with her goes. If she's not in a good mood she's going to bring you down to her level of emotion. She will make it about her through the stupidest methods possible, and after being emotionally manipulated like that my entire life it's hard to see exactly what's going on because she comes at you so fast.

[newwave-lesbian]

oh things suck?? oh yeah why don't i continue on with the same routine even though it is doing me no good and draining my money and keeping me stuck in the same place forever. yeah that's nice