#i could sleep for 24h

[dizzybizz]

a wuhwuh that took way too long bc i decided to try krita and i was so lost the entire time

[anaalnathrakhs]

love this part of my life where the things that are difficult but challenging and good for me are things i can stop and skip and halfass, but the things that are difficult and painful and pointless are the things i have to live with no matter what

[butterflies-and-bumble-bees]

What do you think a dragon's favourite food is?

depends on the dragon

Sea dragons eat fish and small marine mammals almost exclusively in their juvenile period, until they grow to a size when they can hunt larger game. Depending on the species, some are known to come on land to hunt as well.

The common Eastern European Dragon is known to eat large game, from sheep, cows, horses, goats and pigs to humans as well.

Some dragons are known to eat Treasure, such as precious metals, jewels. Others have been reported consuming everything from sand, to gravel, to rocks, and even burning coals. It is not fully known whether this is in order to gain sustenance, or if it is simply a display of power.

Other dragons are said to consume the essence of that which their fire consumes , though this can only be applied to those that breathe fire.

[fiveamandawake]

too hungry to sleep but I gotta leave at 7 so I really need to sleep

[powermove102]

all those 'list of 5 things I could talk about for 1 hour without prep:' posts really underestimate the power of The Big Yap

[red-smut]

LH: Admission video

Sana x male reader

+2500 words

I have finally finished it! I think it could have been much better but I'm satisfied. I hope you enjoy the fic!

“Oppa, wake up” Sana is sitting astride you giving you gentle taps on your cheek in an attempt to wake you up. She’s only wearing one of your sweatshirts and the black thong you so eagerly took off last night, her messy blonde hair falling around her shoulders.

“It’s still early… let me sleep” your open your eyes to look at Sana.

Your girlfriend pouts and then quickly leans over to give you a quick kiss “It’s half past twelve! Get up! I want to eat!”

You make a long sigh and gently pull Sana off of you to get up reluctantly “Ever since you came to live here you’ve been enslaving me” you leave the room and head to the kitchen.

Sana, with a beaming smile lighting up her face, eagerly follows you into the kitchen. She gracefully settles herself on the counter, crossing her legs as she watches you with curiosity and affection. “Like you don’t like having me here.”

“Well, maybe it’s not all that bad,” you admit with a slight smile as you make breakfast, enjoying your girlfriend’s morning company.

Sana gets up from the counter and gives you a hug “By the way, a letter has arrived, I left it on the table in case it’s something of yours” she gives you a kiss on the cheek and returns to the room.

When you finish making breakfast you leave it on a plate, then you see the pink letter with a stamp with the initials LH perched on the table and walk to the table to open it

Good morning sir/miss, if you have received this letter it means that you and your partner have been chosen to enter Lust House, where you will live the greatest experience of your lives.

At Lust House we will not only make you feel like kings but you will also be able to fulfill any sexual fantasy thanks to our 24h service or the help of other hotel guests who will surely be willing to help you.

We will cover all your expenses so you won’t have to worry about money here.

However to enter you will have to be chosen by our president, so we kindly ask you to record a video introducing yourself and explaining us the following topics:

Sexual orientation

Sexual experience

Fetishes

Fantasies

Also after the presentation you must record a video having sex, no matter if it is anal or vaginal, hard or soft… just record a video.

This may seem like a scam, but we ask you to trust us so you don’t miss the best experience of your life.

Please send the video to the address written on the back of the letter.

Sincerely, Lust Hotel

“What nonsense, how can I bite on something like that” I turn to throw the letter in the trash but I find Sana, who seems to be reading It behind me and takes the letter from my hands to continue reading it with interest “You are not going to believe something like that don't you?”

Sana finishes reading and carefully leaves the letter on the table “Well I think we could do it, if it’s a lie there will only be a video of us fucking, it doesn’t seem so much, and if it’s true…” she quickly cuts the distance and puts her arms around your neck, whispers the following words in your ear “it will be a lot of fun if we can really go to a place like this” Sana gives you a kiss on the cheek and separates from you “let’s prepare the script already and we record It tomorrow”

Sana comes back to the room jumping up and down, you follow her while talking to her in a medium high tone “Hey I didn’t say yes!”

The camera placed on the tripod is pointed directly at the couch, where you and Sana are sitting. Sana is dressed in a nice black dress with a bow, her blonde hair is perfectly styled for the video, but you know that Sana is wearing absolutely nothing under the dress, which was enticing you to rip her clothes off and fuck her already without even turning on the camera. You however are wearing a t-shirt and jeans, completely out of place with your girlfriend.

Sana fixes her hair a bit and turns to look at you “I’m ready Oppa, turn the camera on”.

You take a deep breath and lean forward to press the ON button, with a click the camera turns on and Sana puts on her best smile before speaking “Hi guys from Lust House, my name is Sana and this handsome guy is my boyfriend Y/N, we are a serious couple but we are open to live an experience as promising as the one you have offered us.”

Sana pauses a little before continuing “I'm bisexual but my boyfriend is straight, I always tell him that he should at least try once to do it with another guy because maybe he likes it and he is missing out on something really fun but he is a stubborn”

Sana tends to be very talkative, sometimes too much and can stay talking about the same thing for hours, but this time she has stopped early and as you turn to look at her you realice that her beautiful eyes are locked on yours, silently telling you that it’s your turn to talk.

Immediately you look at the camera and continue, ‘Well… as for sexual experience, I haven’t had much, barely 3-4 girls… But I’m sure we won’t disappoint them because Sana has had a lot of experience with both guys and girls, perhaps too much experience.’

Sana makes a gesture as if she hasn’t slept with too many people, as if you were just exaggerating.

‘I don’t have any fetishes to highlight, but…’

”Liar” Sana’s laughter fills the room as she laughs at your words.

‘Hey, I don’t have fetishes.’

‘Sure…’ Sana stops laughing and continues speaking, ‘I love fucking, I don’t care if it’s anal or not, I don’t care about the position, and I don’t care who dominates whom, I just want to be fucked with a good cock.’

You glance at her sideways, slightly surprised by her sincerity as she continues speaking.

‘As for sexual fantasies, Oppa here is quite a pervert, he has many fantasies and I know them well, but the best one is fucking a lesbian couple until they beg for more…’ Sana brings a finger to her lower lip while trying to remember something, ‘I think there was something else… You also want to breed one of them, right?’ She turns to you with a mischievous smile.

‘I told you to not talk about that.’

Noticing the slight annoyance in your expression, Sana lets out a small laugh and gives you a light tap on the shoulders, then placing her hand on your thigh.

‘As for me… maybe a double penetration, I’ve never done it before and it could feel really good.’

You are surprised to hear Sana say that. ”You never told me that, my cock isn't enough for you?”

Sana looks at you playfully and starts stroking your cock over your pants. ”Oppa… your cock is perfect and I love how it stretches me, but two are better than one, right?”

‘If you say so…’ Sana subtly leans in towards your lips while unzipping your jeans. ‘Come on, don’t be mad… what if we start with the other part of the video now?”

Sana presses her lips against yours and licks them, asking for permission to stick her tongue in. You immediately comply and start an intense kissing session with Sana, making your cock start to get harder and harder.

Sana’s tongue swirls with yours, occasionally moving away from your lips for a moment to plant quick kisses on your cheeks. While doing so, she continues to caress your bulge with her hands.

The kisses don’t end until Sana manages to pull down your jeans and underwear. Your cock springs out and Sana’s lips leave yours to approach your cock. She gives it a long lick from bottom to top and delicately grabs it to show it to the camera. ”Look at this tasty cock… It’s perfect for being in Lust House, isn’t it?”

You slide your hand down Sana’s back and start unbuttoning her dress. Meanwhile, Sana wraps her lips around the tip and begins to suck it, looking at the camera, hoping that those watching the video enjoy the show.

Sana moves away from your cock for a moment to help you, and once you’ve gotten rid of her dress, she focuses her attention on it again, covering it with kisses and licks. At the same time, you search for her pussy with your hands and discover how wet she is. ‘Babe… you’re wetter than usual.’

‘The camera turns me on…’ with that simple answer and a small moan as she feels your fingers caressing her clit, she plunges your cock into her mouth and starts sucking it with such dedication that you have to concentrate to not cum. You grab Sana’s hair and use it as a leash to control her rhythm while stroking her clit.

Her lips glide smoothly along your length while her expert tongue caresses every inch of your member. You feel pleasure building up inside you, every suction and every lick bringing you closer to your limit.

Skillfully, you slide two fingers inside her wet pussy, feeling her sharp moans muffled against your cock.

Sana intensifies her pace, her mouth enveloping your member with more force while her tongue caresses your glans with precision.

‘Baby… if you keep this up I’m going to…’ Sana interrupts you by devouring your entire length in one go and stops looking at the camera to give you the dirtiest look she can while she stays there, doing a deep throat.

Then, with a burst of ecstasy, you let yourself be carried away by the wave of pleasure that envelops you, your body trembling with each spasm as you release your load into Sana’s mouth.

Sana stays there with her eyes closed, feeling the warmth of your seed flowing down her throat.

After a few seconds, Sana slowly releases your cock, letting it go with a ‘pop.’

‘As delicious as ever, Oppa.’ She strokes your cheek and then turns to the camera, sticking out her tongue to show that she has swallowed it all.

‘What do we do now…?’ Your cock is hard again after Sana’s performance and she notices. She takes the camera off the tripod and gets on all fours next to you, putting the camera in front of her so that her face is clearly visible. ‘Shut up and fuck me.’

You sigh and get up to position yourself behind Sana, kneeling on the sofa and bringing your cock to her two entrances. ‘Where do you want it?’

‘Do you think I care? Just put it in and…’ Her sentence is cut off by the loud moan that escapes from her lips, which is repeated over and over again every time you pull out and push your member back in her pussy. Sana writhes and her hips move towards you unconsciously while she shows the camera a face of pure lust that any man would pay to see.

While ensuring to drive her crazy with your cock, your hands roam her body to please her more, caressing her breasts with one hand while directing the other towards her face, taking advantage of one of her moans to stick a finger in her mouth and force her to suck it.

The girl who had dominated throughout the video is now unable to speak since that cock started splitting her inside.

But you weren’t any better than Sana, between her walls not stopping squeezing your cock and your girlfriend’s performance turning you on so much, you had no idea how you hadn’t filled her already on the third thrust, but there you were, holding on like a champion while you tore her apart.

Shortly after, you pull out your finger from her mouth and grab her arms, pulling her up a bit to bite her earlobe before whispering to her.

‘Does it feel good?’

With a lascivious smile, Sana responds stuttering, ‘Y-yes, Oppa… y-you can go harder if you want…’

You let her go and she falls onto the sofa, now firmly grabbing her hips and starting to push with all the strength and speed you can muster, ready to make a final sprint to bring her to orgasm and also cum yourself.

Over the next few minutes, what the camera captures is Sana’s face contorted with pleasure, her eyes rolling back and a smile of pure bliss on her face as you fuck her. You completely surrender to the frenzy of the moment, thrusting into Sana with determination and passion. Her moans fill the room, each one more intense than the last as you hold onto her tightly, feeling the heat of her body against yours.

Sana’s hands grip the sofa, her nails digging into the fabric as she surrenders completely to pleasure. Your thrusts become more frantic, more wild, driven by the desire to bring her to orgasm. And then Sana climaxes, screaming as her juices bathe your cock and push you to do the same.

“I’m going to…” You start to say, but Sana cuts you off with a weak voice, “Inside… Today’s a safe day…”

No more needs to be said. You impale your cock inside her, going as deep as you can and letting all your baby batter spill into her. Shortly after, you pull out your member, letting your seed slowly slide out of her pussy.

Sana blindly closes the video and, without changing position, she brings the camera closer to you, barely turning her head to look at you. “That was good, very good… could you go send them the video, please? I… I will stay here for a while.”

“Of course.” You take a few seconds to rest and then grab the camera, approaching her to give her a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll get dressed and send it.”

You grab your clothes and head to the bedroom, leaving your girlfriend to rest.

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A young uniformed girl enters a luxurious office; in the center sits a sultry woman staring at her computer, from which moans from what seems to be a sexual video can be heard.

“Boss.” The woman doesn’t even look up, attentively watching everything that happens in the video while the girl continues speaking.

“Miss Myoui and Miss Hirai have confirmed their attendance, I think this is enough for…”

“Jisoo.” The woman speaks with a serious and authoritative voice, and upon hearing her, Jisoo immediately falls silent and lowers her head. “I want these two to come as well, respond to them immediately and have them come.”

Young Jisoo nods and turns to leave the office, leaving the woman alone with the video.

[sunchyu]

Backseat — Jake.ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

[pairing]: jake × fem!reader.

[tags/warning]: smut, fluff, established relationship, car sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) dry humping, cowgirl, slightly breeding, creampie, slightly manhandling, teasing, begging, switch. please let me know if i missed a few things.

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The rain was pouring hard against the windshield. The wipers at maximum speed, yet the road was still barely noticeable. You try to hide your fear but Jake steal a quick side glance my way.

"It's raining a whole lot.. Maybe we should stop until it gets better?"

"We have reservation though.." You say talking about the hotel you both had, decided to stop at during the night before going on with our trip.

"I know but this is dangerous.. How about you check when it's supposed to stop" You take your phone out and realize that heavy rain is on for the whole night. Maybe he was right, stopping for the night was the right decision. The hotel was still over an hour away, but with this rain, it could take over two hours even more.

"Sure, whenever you see a gas station let's stop" The side of his lips pinch in a small smile and without turning his eyes from the road, his hand comes to lightly rub your thigh.

"A night in the car, how exciting uh?"

"Sure~" You try to sound excited, but heavy rain was never your forte. After about ten minutes of driving, he finally pulls into a gas station. You look around and look pretty deserted. "Jeez, it's closed, usually gas station are open 24h aren't they?"

"Maybe it's abandoned?"

"Don't play Jake.. You're gonna get scared by your own game.." You say knowing damn well that this kid would cry at the idea of abandoned gas station. You squint your eyes and actually.. "Actually.. You might be right, some windows are broken and the main door is closed off."

"Are you for real?"

"It's not a big deal come on just park over there and let's get in the back of the car. I'm tired." You see his eyes hesitating between where you show him to park and the abandoned building.

"I don't know it looks dangerous.."

"I'll cuddle the shit out of you"

"Ok we can park here" You laugh at his sudden change of behaviour as he gets to the parking spot You've said earlier. It was under a barely lit light. Once parked, you get in the backseat easily however it becomes a struggle when it's his turn with his awkwardly talk body.

"You ok?" You try not to laugh too much at his position.

"Ye—Yes.." He gives you one last push and he's sitting at the backseat with you. "Alright.. Let's bring those down. I think there's a blankets in the back." You take the blankets he talking about while he starts bringing the seats down making the backseat more spacious and looking actually somewhat cozy.

"No pillows though.." You pout a bit but he just smiles and lays down with the blankets.

"Right here ~" He shows his torso and you laugh lightly as you join him. You put your head on his torso feeling cozy already. The rain was tapping down on the windows, you was quick to close your eyes and drift to sleep.

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Your eyes open slightly, the first thing you see is the car door. You had probably shifted in your sleep. Jake is now spooning you. You bring up your watch, and the time lights up showing "3:27 am" ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

"Only?" You whine a bitㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

"What's wrong?" You hear his raspy sleepy voice behind you, his breath on your neck that send shivers down your spine. Your eyes slightly open up, surprised by effects his simple words had on you.

"No—Nothing, I just saw it's only 3:30 am, I thought it would be later in the morning."

"You're not sleep anymore?" A familiar shiver goes now your spine again this time a bit more intense, his voice still raspy and deep. "It's still raining hard, we can't go back on the road now."

"I know I'll just try to sleep." You close your eyes, but after moving around a little you realize how hard it is to fall asleep back. You sigh a little and try to ignore the very much obvious heat present between your legs. You try to brush it off but any kind of friction makes it worst. This was just the worst time to be horny.

"Y/N, you've be squirming for the past ten minutes are you okay?" His deep voice resonates in your head, but it only becomes worst when his arms around your waist brings you flush against him. "Hum.. Y/N?"

"Yes?" You say in a weak voice

"Are you wet?" Your cheeks start to heat up. You had no idea how wet you was, but you wasn't expecting to be wet enough for him to feel it that easily through the clothes.

"Mhm.. I'm fine." You blur out, Your voice more shaky than you wanted it to be.

"Are you really?" His arm around you snakes down between your legs and he shamelessly deep his middle finger in your pants feeling your drenched clothed core. You directly moan lightly which was completely out of control. "I don't think you are." He cooes in your neck, his voice not raspy as before. Which mean he was awake and ready to tease. His finger start to form slow but intense circle around your heat making you soon a moaning mess under him.

"Ja—Jake~" His name escape your lips in relief. The more you move your hips, the more you could feel him getting hard against you. You could feel his length against your lower back and at this point you wanted to have it inside of you. "Please Jake~"

"What is it?" You was usually the dominant one in the bedroom. Jake had his moments, but he never made you ask for anything like that before.

"I want it, please~" You whine the heat in your core only getting more and more intense. You was so close but you know that you wouldn't be able to come with only his finger.

"What is it that you want baby."

"You to be inside me.." You say shyly, his hand leaves your pants which makes you whine but soon his arms take you so you can straddle him. You can finally see his face with the faint light from outside. His lips are red and parted as if he's been biting them. His eyes are hooded and filled with lust, and his hair are against his forehead all messy. You whimper lightly at the view, your eyebrows meeting in a worried expression. His hand are firmly on your hips and he grinds himself slowly against your core as if he's torturing himself more than you.

"Fuck.." The slur leaves his lips and your core throbs. Finally, he let you lightly bring your hips up so he can take his pants and boxers down under his knees. In the process, you quick to take your own pants and panties off. You take your shirt off and before you lower yourself, you grab the hem of his shirt . He gets the message and takes it off before directly having his hands on your naked hips. You lower and take him at his base. You suddenly feel his tip against your core and you shiver. It felt like last time you felt him was forever ago.

You lower yourself slowly on him. Your core is so wet you directly take him all in. He automatically closes his eyes, his lips lightly parted and quivering at the sensation. You stay sitting on him for a minute to get used to him. Your head on his lower abdomen. However, soon his hands and hips indicate you that he wants you to move. You start slowly moving up and down his length. You can perfectly feel him against your walls, every part of him is fitting so perfectly. His hips start to meet your thrust wanting to get more sensation. The windows start to fog up and pearls of sweat started decorating his body and yours.

"Shit Y/N.." He says concentrated on our connection. He then looks up and sees your hooded eyes that haven't really left any of his facial features. Observing every little detail and little movement his lips are doing. How his eyes go from open to shut tight in seconds. "Aren't you enjoying this a bit too much?" He smiles, the extremities of his lips becoming pointy.

"Maybe~" You stop your thrust and start grinding yourself against him. You can feel him deep, and his hands start making you grind harder and faster. His fingers almost bruising your flesh, and veins popping out on his forearms. "Fuuck.." You start shaking and before you really wanted it, you jerk your head back as your orgasm washing over you out of nowhere.

"Ah!.. Y/N." He moans deeply and comes deep inside as surprised as you by your sudden pulsating heat around his length. "Shiiit.." Your last moans mixing together filling the small space up with the lewd noises.

You raise yourself, letting him come out of you and feel his release come out of you slowly slightly dripping on his lower abdomen. You try to catch your breath before you can clean everything up. Once our clothes back on, You're back next to him in his arms.

"I don't think we've ever finished that fast." He says still lightly out of breath.

"Yeah, I can't tell if that was amazing or pathetic." We both laugh together.

"Maybe it's because we haven't done it in so long" He says with a bit sadness in his voice. Lately both of you been hectic with each other personal life and jobs.

"Probably, good thing we have a whole weekend ahead of us~"

© sunchyu

[agatharkn3ss]

Teen theory - Spoilers

Preface: This post is going to be long, but I do think there is something good here! If you just want just the main plot theory: I THINK THE VICTIM'S BODY IN EP.1 IS TEEN. I explain this in the section "The Cool Bit" ;)

It has taken me the absolute longest to write it because I couldn't quite form a coherent theory and my ideas have been changing back and forth. I even had to build some sort of murder board timeline to focus. No, I am not kidding. My hope is that today's episode is going to show us more of Teen/Billy's backstory so we will finally get at least some answers and my brain can rest.

A lot of this is based on episode 1 - I think it contains so many details that are crucial to the story and I probably haven't even made a dent with my observations.

We have a definitive confirmation that Teen is indeed Billy Maximoff. If we still had any doubts about which "mother" Agatha was referring to, it was confirmed by Jac Schaeffer in her ep.5 interview, by Joe Locke in his interview, followed by lots of Marvel Teen & Wanda promos and the trailer where we hear Agatha sneering "What does Billy Maximoff want at the end of the Road?". But Joe also confirms that "Agatha All Along is not following the blueprint of [Young Avengers] narrative — or any one specific comic, for that matter". So... who is Teen?

WandaVision recap

In WandaVision we see Billy Maximoff was created by Wanda's chaos magic when she created the Hex. She became "pregnant" and pretty much within 24h gave birth to twins - first Tommy, then Billy. Interesting that Tommy was named by Wanda as a "nice, classic, all-American name", while Billy was named by Vision specifically after William Shakespeare - Vision even excitedly quoted "All the world's a stage, All the men and women merely players" - foreshadowing the immense power of Billy, who in the comics becomes Wiccan and is thought to be at least as powerful as Wanda.

We see that Tommy has super speed and Billy telekinetic powers. He can hear the thoughts of Westview citizens who are screaming in their heads because they are trapped by Wanda's Hex. He even tells Agatha that he liked staying at her place because she was "quiet inside" - she was the only person staying at the Hex of her own will.

The boys quickly age themselves up at will, so that by day 3, the last day, they appear to be both 10 years old. One of their last moments is Wanda tucking them to sleep, telling them "Family is forever" and thanking them for choosing Wanda to be their mom. Which is quite an interesting choice of words. In the comics, the twins' souls are thought to have been created from the pieces of essence of Mephisto. Wanda's comment could therefore be speculated that perhaps she knew twins were not only not "biologically" hers but also that perhaps they weren't little boys after all (I choose to ignore the events of MoM entirely).

After the Hex, the boys "bodies" cease to exist, but their souls are believed to survive.

Enter Billy Kaplan.

We have long theorised this, and it seems like we were right, that the car crash near Eastview mentioned in episode 1 was the one that killed Billy Kaplan and allowed Billy Maximoff to reincarnate. Agnes mentions that the front airbags were deployed and there was blood stain on the backseat. This suggested that the front passengers, Kaplan parents, have survived, but Billy died.

In the trailer we see exactly that - Teen observes the Hex coming down, but their car ends up on the other side of the road - his parents are probably also distracted by the events. Right outside of Eastview we see an oncoming car - and it's a S.W.O.R.D. car! Teen shouts out to his mom - likely the driver, but we see the car hitting the tree sideways - right where Teen was sat.

Crazy Ralph theory

I think it's interesting that S.W.O.R.D. is seen here - and they are coming out of Eastview. But why? At this point in time all the forces would've already been waiting outside of Westview.

I think this is probably not important and a red herring. But I would like this to be Agent Jimmy Woo, maybe transporting people from Westview. Wanda opened the Hex for a few minutes and let some of the citizens go away, before she closed the Hex again. After that she battled Agatha, said her goodbyes, all the while the Hex was slowly shrinking before it was gone completely. So I think what Teen is seeing from the car is that shrinking phase. Meaning that perhaps some citizens have escaped by then and were brought to safety - the nearest town was Eastview.

I would also love (but it would probably not work out in terms of chronological events) if this was Jimmy Woo returning from Eastview after placing Ralph Bohner into a new witness protection house, this time in Eastview. Quick catch up: Ralph Bohner was the whole reason Woo found out about Westview because he was assigned to his case as witness protection but suddenly Bohner went missing. We now know this was because the Hex has deactivated his ankle monitor, then Agatha kidnapped him so she could live in his house and pretend that she was Ralph's wife. She then used him as Fake Pietro, before Monica released him from the spell. After that, there was a deleted scene where Bohner cuts his ankle monitor and runs away, while Jimmy releases instructions to find him. Raplh clearly hasn't been returned to Westview because we see that Agatha still lives in the same house. The reason I mention all of this is that the strange silhouette of a man in the trailer has longish hair that could be silver-ish. So maybe this is actually Ralph Bohner, still in hiding?

Anyway, I digress.

Car crash aftermath

So Billy Kaplan dies. I think he's dead long enough for Rio to show up. Maybe even long enough that his body ends up in a morgue - similar to the one we will see in the earth trial? But then Billy Maximoff's soul enters the body and we have a miracle. This is where it gets interesting, because there are so many questions. I think Rio sees Maximoff but can't stop him. Maybe that's why she says she hates ghosts - is this because she has no power over them? She needs to do "her job" but Maximoff will not let her, so she needs to find another way. I wonder if the earth trial is Rio's so she can finally reap Billy's body?

Billy miraculously lives and that's why there is that article "Near death in Westview".

Billy lives but I don't think he knows who he is. I think he has Billy Kaplan's memories, maybe flashes of Maximoff, but I think he's confused. I don't think he remembers Rio either. Maybe she was in her "skeleton skin". He's neither Billy Kaplan, nor Billy Maximoff. He's "Teen". That's why we hear him say in the flashback "I want something else. Something more."

We know there is a bar mitzvah in this episode - and Wiccan in the comics is Jewish. So I think this must be Teen must be 13 and it's his bar mitzvah. Now, I don't know enough about this, but I know that it a significant, sacred coming-of-age ceremony:

"Our sages teach that at the age of 13 young men and women are endowed with a greater capacity for both seeking to do good and seeking selfish pursuits. This age marks the young adult’s arrival at the crossroads of moral and spiritual decision making that is engaged in by mature adults. As a community we celebrate the Bat & Bar Mitzvah in order to help our young adults become aware of and draw meaning from this significant transition in their lives."

This sounds like an ideal moment where Teen finally realises his powers and maybe finally starts getting a glimpse of who he might be. As he grows up, he maybe finally remembers Wanda. (Or not? How interesting would it be, that when Agatha says "You are so much like your mother", he thinks she refers to Rebecca Kaplan?)

But. He still feels like something is missing. Maybe he had many more lives before because of being "essence of Mephisto"? And he's trying to figure out who he is, like a normal teenager? But he goes about it the wrong way - starts studying witchcraft, even tries to summon the Road by himself. We see his hand (with his rings) starting to draw a circle of the pentacle.

Eventually, someone ("JamSamwitch"?) tells him about Agatha and he figures out she is still in Westview. Maybe his "Boyf" is helping him. Or maybe it's Ralph Bohner seeking revenge for what Agatha did to him? I think he remembers Agatha as the friend of the family. She babysat them, let them play with Senor Scratchy (as we see he still recognises him), but then she obviously betrays them.

This is where my theories get really fuzzy.

I can't figure out how long Teen has been at her house. On the face of it, it feels like he truly only first got to her when he broke in for the locket... But there are so many books and diagrams all around Agatha's house. It looks almost as though he has been searching for things in her books for a long time now. Also, there is a second chair in her imaginary car, suggesting having a passenger?

THE COOL BIT

Either way, my theory of how this is all connected goes something like this:

I think that when Teen tries to summon the Road by himself, it doesn't work, but he accidentally distorts Agatha's spell. I think he might have actually used a page from Darkhold to do this. This event affects Agatha. And because it's connected to the Road, she starts humming the ballad, and her imaginary reality not only takes her on a road, but even into the woods - which really resemble the Witches Road the coven is currently on!

Maybe Agatha jumps straight into her Agnes O'Connor persona, maybe there are others. But Billy's emotions and intentions during his spell are so big that they are also projected onto her. Teen doesn't know who he is. He feels disconnected to this body of his. The sudden burst is so profound that Agatha must have accidentally dropped her locket in the puddle in that moment, that's why she loses it.

So when Agnes starts her "case" - the victim she investigates is actually Teen. The body is Teen. His fingers are black from Darkhold ink (that he probably used in the spell) and his feet are bare (because he knew you weren't allowed shoes on the Witches Road). She is clearly emotional looking at the victim and wonders out loud "Who are you?", "What happened to you?". I think these are actually Teen's unconscious questions about himself.

Yes we see links to Wanda throughout the show. But I think they were always actually pointing at Teen. So Agatha realised his identity fairly quickly - we saw her throwing Wanda's references as early as episode 3.

When the spell doesn't work, Teen needs to go back to Agatha's house to find out how to make it work. She is the only one with the knowledge and her Agnes persona isn't useful. But to get her out, he needs something that is close to Agatha, something that keeps her to reality - just like all of the witches talismans in the trials - they are their one constant, even if their wardrobe changes. And we have already seen Nicky's photo appearing in and out of her spell. So it must be the locket. Because I am 99.9999% the locket contains Nicky's hair (EVERY time Agatha pays attention to it, Nicky's theme plays).

So he goes to steal it and that's how she meets him. And that's why she gasps when he gets hit by Mrs Hart's car - because she still has that connection to his emotions from the event.

The question remains, how did he know about the locket and where he would find it? And what really is the deal with the Road?

Rio

So there enters the puzzle of Rio, this bit is really fuzzy.

Wanda's mini-Hex might have kept hiding Agatha from Rio (and from Salem Seven), but the second it's distorted, Rio feels her again. She quickly finds Agatha in her current distorted spell and helps her to get out, because for whatever reason she needs her out. Maybe she knows Salem Seven are coming and Agatha won't stand a chance if she's still under the spell. I think she is there more in mind than body, she seems really connected to Agatha's thoughts.

She could also be hiding like this from Teen, in case he recognises her. Because she still needs to do her job and collect his body? She latches onto their bizarre idea of the Witches Road, and somehow manipulates the spell to her advantage so she can kill two birds in one stone (pun intended)? Get the body and reconnect with Agatha? I really don't know what her end game is yet.

Phew. THOUGHTS ANYONE????

Sidenote: When Billy says that "Power does not interest me", we see him holding out a hand with some stones. Now, I think this is him about to demonstrate how magic comes easy to him - similar to when Agatha was showing off the animal illusions to Wanda. But I also think that this is a little easter egg hinting at the infinity stones.

[dizzybizz]

coming out as an official aventurine enjoyer. how embarrassing and predictable for me wow.

[rawliverandgoronspice]

Beyond surface appeal, what makes Ganon a compelling antagonist

I think cruising my blog would provide a good number of possible answers, but I guess my tl:dr would be (otherwise I could probably make a full 24h conference about it at this point): because he does reveal (if one is willing to look) the brutality of a world in which gods uphold a natural order through a given kingdom that will not budge on its god-given right to rule, and him as both a rebellious disorder to that status quo which also ends up devoured by said status quo as just one natural part of a cycle of creation and destruction that ultimately always kind of stays the same.

Also, I find the setup of a man born to a tribe of outcast women, considered exceptional by birth while also having to figure himself out + the role he needs to play in that kind of structure and in a very difficult context, someone who both is being granted a lot of natural power while also still being sneered at and considered lesser and/or inherently evil by those blessed by the gods (while also carrying a lot of unexamined baggage of their own), is just so juicy and interesting and brimming with potential psychologically speaking (especially when applied to his motivations of: why does he want power, why does he always alter his own body, his uncanny resilience, etc). It does come with a lot of baggage, as "the evil man from the desert" is far from being a neutral concept coming from a neutral historical place --but examining what kind of world would come to such conclusions is also deeply revealing of said world.

And then, Wind Waker gives him even more of a window to reflect on his own rage while also never apologizing for the horrors he commited, mourning what he wanted and what he became while also being the only one calling the gods of Hyrule out for being terrifyingly cold entities --far more than he could ever hope to become.

Yeah, I think Nintendo has been sleeping on Ganondorf ever since (even if I defend his TP appearance). But he has a fascinating cross-game story(ies), and I find him to be a deeply tragic --if horrendously flawed-- figure, which is partially why TotK was so disappointing to me, because TotK saw nothing but the surface level + the fact that putting him in a game sells and makes people horny.

(you'll notice I didn't mention Demise, because I think that, while the whole cycle thing wasn't bad or not that interesting, fans really overly simplify this concept in a way that has contributed to make Ganondorf extremely flat, which I am not here for.)

[malereadermaniac]

Taylor Swift lyrics with Your Crush p.2

Male reader / Male crush

Requested but Tumblr deleted the ask 😭 m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI word count: 1.1k fyi each lyric is a different scenario, they aren't linked

"Please don't be in love with someone else, please dont have somebody waitin' on you" ~ Enchanted

He was in love with you, (y/c) couldn't deny that anymore, but he was DEEP in the closet

After spending those whole 24h together, it only strengthened his feelings for you

He knew you must like him too after what the two of you did, but during the HUGE amount of talking you two did after having sex (y/c) mentioned his fear or coming out

Now, he's constantly stressed at the idea of you falling for another guy while you wait for (y/c)

He spends nights on end worrying about it, more than he worries about coming out in general

"Oh i remeber you driving to my house in the middle of the night, im the one who makes you laugh even when you're 'bout to cry" ~ You Belong with Me

Not to sound like a pick-me but his girlfriend was horrid

She only dated (y/c) for the social status, a social climber if you would

You and (y/c) have been friends for a while, becoming friends day 1 of high-school

He lived ages away but he would still come over to your house to hang out at least twice a week

You developed a crush on him real quick - after you came out he was one of the few people who stood up for you to the dickheads who thought it was hilarious that your liked guys - and you're heart just skipped a beat

But since he started dating his girlfriend, he's become slightly more distant and definitely less himself

(Y/c) seems overall less happy

So when your phone buzzes in the middle of the night, you could only guess it was (y/c) but the text itself freaked you out

"Im outside please come down"

You're outside ASAP

His eyes are sunken liked he'd been crying or hasn't been sleeping

"Sorry (y/n) I just really needed to talk to someone

You assure him it's okay and ask what's up, and that's when it starts

To summarise, they argued, (y/c) had had enough of his gf controlling little things in his life, she blew up and now he's single

And to summarise again, you invited him in, lent him a shoulder to cry on and the night ended with you two sharing a bed

"I need someone tonight. I'm sorry"

"I could see you in your suit and a neck tie, pass me a note saying 'meet me tonight' then we kiss and you know I won't ever tell" ~ I can see you

After high-school, (y/c) managed to solidify a fancy job, one which had many black tie events - rich people being rich

He would always bring you as a plus one, but you were his "friend" his co-workers had no idea you were his BOY"friend"

He had your permission to do that though, most of the people at these events were investors who were older than stonehenge, so they weren't too fond of gay people

But as soon as the event is over, once the door to the fancy car (y/c) can now afford closes he's all over you and vice versa

By the time you two arrive back home, your neck already had hickeys on it, and his top button is undone along with his gelled hair messed up

Your front door barely locks before (y/c) has you up against a wall, kissing up your neck to your lips

Your hands gently undo his neck tie, juxtaposing his rough hands man-handling you, your mouth, your face

"We could let out friends crash in the living room, this is our place, we make the rules" ~ Lover

You couldn't believe the man you'd known for 4 years, had a college crush on and eventually had a fling with would be the man you buy a house with

He was absolutely enamoured by you since that fateful day during finals, he would fantasise about this day

Memories would be made in this house:

Him sneaking up on you while you were baking in the kitchen, he scared you so much that you hit him with the dough

Playing with the whipped cream afterwards, giggling as he links some off your nose - a moment which could only end in one very spicy way

(Y/c) randomly saying he wanted to paint one of the walls purple at 11pm and the two of you driving to a 24h store and painting the wall until 4am - laughing the whole time

The Christmas lights staying up until the end of January, your friends telling you it was bad luck but the two of you wouldn't take them down - for the sole reason that the two of you couldn't find a day you both had time to do it, refusing to do it by yourselves

"Is this the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending, with all these nights we're spending" ~ King of My Heart

The two of you were close friends, (y/c) had watched you go through every single painful breakup you could ever go through

He subconsciously wished you would break up with your boyfriend everytime you would get with a new one but he'd push those thoughts down for supportive ones for his dear friend

It was late at night, a few weeks after your boyfriend fucked you over again - he was originally your ex which exploited your kind nature, weakling his way back into your life according to (y/c)

Sitting on the hood of his car, you and (y/c) Chat away while drinking WDK, "sweet liquid shit" as (y/c) calls it but he drinks it for you cause you hate all other alcohol

You felt at home, comforted by bring with (y/c), and he felt that this was right, this was how it was supposed to be

That night ended with a kiss, under the moon light, utterly perfect

Or it ended with his car windows steamed up, it's up to you

"Our secret moments in a crowded room, they got no idea about me and you, there is an indentation in the shape of you, you made you're mark on me" ~ Dress

He's always been a possessive kinda guy, always touching you in some way

At a formal event, the two of you wanted to keep the PDA at a minimum, but (y/c) couldn't BEAR not being able to touch you for hours, so he decided the next best think was marking you

You'd never shouted at him louder

Not only did he bite your neck and leave a FAT hickey, but it was in a hard to hide spot

You had to spend an extra half hour getting ready cause concealer and Youtube hacks weren't working

Few people at the event noticed and none of them even asked you, but (y/c)'s ego had never soared higher

Also! Just wanna mention that while I do look at my ask box frequently, chances are requests won't be done unless I really like the idea - sorry!

So yeah that's also why this took forever to be made.

[vibratingskull]

Fake dating part 3

Part 1, 2

☆Tag list

I took @al-astakbar​‘s idea and run with it.

Resume : Alone on an strange planet with a little chiss girl you walk desesperatly trying to reach coordinates given by a beacon. Here you are saved by Grand Admiral Thrawn’s crew and he proposes you an incongruous solution to your problem...

“I accept.”

You said it, the die is cast.

He nods, approving your decision.

“Very well. I knew you would make the right choice.”

You pull a face. He knew it, really? You don’t even know each other for 24h.

He stands up, lowering down his datapad.

“I promised you could see her. Follow me.”

He guides you back to the medbay, where Moarorou slowly wakes up from anesthesia. You dash to her bed and kneel next to her, holding her hand. You notice with relief that her shock collar has been taken off.

“Moarorou! Moarorou…” you call as she weakly opens her eyes. “You awake. Me afraid! You better?” You really need to improve you Sy Bisty you think. You caress her hair, smiling reassuringly, squeezing her hand.

She nods, yawning.

“What happened?” she asks with a voice full of sleep.

Your first instinct is to tell her you’re saved, but are you really? You take a look at Thrawn that stayed behind at the door, leaving you intimacy with the little girl.

“We better! You healed, thanks this man.” You invite him to come closer.

Her eyes round up as she discovers him, her mouth agape she tries to say something. He greets her in their weird language. She tries to raise her upper body, but falls down on the pillow. He stops her with a gesture of the hand and sits on the side of the bed.

“Can you leave us alone? We have to discuss important matters.” The question is rhetorical, you’re out of the room in less than two minutes after arriving. 

So that is the extent of his words? Typical! 

You sit down on the floor against the wall, fuming, waiting for him to exit the room. It takes him 20 whole minutes, but he finally leaves.

“You are still here.” he notices.

“Can I go back in the room now?” you ask impatiently but full of hope.

“She’s sleeping, let’s not disturb her.”

Wha- Seriously?!

“I explained to her the situation, she understood. We can start our little comedy.” he casually explain

“I. want. to. see. her.” You repeat with the most assured voice you can.

He looks at you in the eyes, you stare right back. You gulp, mustering your courage. ‘hold on his gaze, girl. Don’t back down now’ you pep talk yourself but it is difficult. You swear you could hear the whip of your master crack at this insolent act.

“No.” He orders calmly “She needs to recover. I have a busy schedule for you. Something you can take advantage of.”

Your eyes widen as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Is he serious? He takes his datapad and opens a file before handing it to you. You feel your legs trembling at your defiant act, you take the pad and almost burst out laughing, incredulous.

What is that?!

You discover the schedule of a high schooler, your days are orchestrated to the minutes with lessons and classes. 

“I assumed you already knew how to read and write, so you will have intense language lessons, etiquette courses, general knowledge classes and sports sessions. Do not worry I have managed times with Moarorou. It starts today.”

You feel your nose flare at the view of your new life. It’s cramped, full to the brim. He was not joking when he said he would make you a proper lady. You have the unpleasant impression of having escaped a prison for a gold bars cage. What you don’t like either is those “managed times” with Moarorou, you have the right to see her a grand total of 1 hour per day, which is not enough. At all.

Correction.

1 hour for most days, for two days you only have the right to see her for half an hour.

“Understood?” he demands.

You look up to him to see his stern look, devoid of any warmth and human compassion. 

You don’t like that guy.

He scares you.

Reminds you of your former masters with his politeness and false caring attitude but never without a whip too far.

“Can I make a suggestion?” you try the diplomatic, trying to ignore your survival instinct and put yourself as his equal.

He tilts his head and listens.

“Could you manage more time for me and Moarorou? I’m the only one she knows here, she’ll be lost without me.”

“It is not true. I can communicate with her more efficiently.” He counters

Is he… is he mocking you for not being able to communicate with her despite your efforts?

You really don’t like this guy.

“But you are right. You are the closest thing to a positive figure for her. Seeing you surely would have a positive effect on her recovery and behavior.” He holds his chin like he’s remembering something. “Regrettably, I designed a busy schedule for her too. I am afraid I cannot access your demand.”

Does he only know no as a response?

“Then…” You look back at your schedule trying to find something. “Could you make our lessons match? If we are supposed to play the role of two high standing ladies we could learn etiquette together.” you propose.

He gauges you silently.

“Her schedule has been planned to be the most efficient for her recovery and her brain to assimilate a proper education. I would rather you do not tamper with it.”

“You speak of her like a machine. She’s a child.”

“Indeed. A chiss child. She will listen to her elder and obey me.”

A chiss? So this is their species.

“I think she obeyed enough until now.”

“As her father I have authority over her, now.”

“As her mother, don’t I have a say in this too?” you spite.

And immediately regrets it.

You’re only gonna earn a beating with that attitude.But you lose control when it comes to Moarorou.

He takes a step towards you and you close your eyes, ready to receive a slap across the face.

But nothing comes.

You reopen your eyes, unsure.

He’s tidying up your collar.

“You make a point. We are her two parents now.” He finishes to flatten the fabric on your shoulders. “What precisely do you suggest?”

You gulp. You evaded the beating for this time. You take a deep breath.

“If we are supposed to play a… loving family,” those words scorch your mouth, you got one and only one family and you lost it years ago “I should be with her as much as possible. Especially if we are to stay on your ship, it is unthinkable that a child so young rummages alone on a ship of that size. Wouldn’t it be more convincing if you planned the schedule of your wife and daughter to match as much as possible? As a loving father I mean.. Sir.”

He slowly nod.

“Your point stands. I will modify the schedules accordingly, but you right to visit her will be limited for now, she must focus on her recovery. That is our priority.”

“So I really can’t go back to her?” you try anyway.

“Like I said, she is sleeping. I had in mind you would learn basic words of cheuhn before you see her again. She should be happy her mother is trying to learn her language.”

“So cheuhn is the language of the Chiss?” you ask.

“It is, even though we use several other trade languages like Sy bisty. But it is a difficult language to master.”

“I will try for her!” you exclaim as enthusiastically as you can after learning you can’t see her.

“Your resolution is noted and appreciated. I must leave you now, I have duties to attend to.”

“Wait!” you call him back suddenly.

He turns towards you with a patient look, but you feel like you shouldn’t have done that.

“Hum… Is it possible to have other clothes than… just dresses?” you stutter.

“They are not to your taste?” he raises an eyebrow.

If only it was this trivial.

“No, it’s for… comfort reasons.” you settle with.

You can’t explain why, not to him. It would give him more power over you and he already has enough.

“Noted.”

And he disappears without a word.

You spent the whole day with a droid making you run test after test to evaluate your global level. 

Results?

Not good.

But nothing surprising to you. You were abducted young. You get no time to go to school.

“There is a lot of work ahead of us, Lady Mitth.”

Your eyes twitch at the name. It runs under your skin. When becoming the slave of the Hutt Nattai Gleula you lost your family name and his was forced upon you. Now Thrawn was doing the same and it leaves a bitter after taste in your mouth. Like you just passed from one owner to another.

“Can you please refrain from calling me as such, AP-3G?” you ask.

“But it is your rightful title. As the wife of the Grand Admiral you deserve respect.” it counters.

“You know this is a lie.” you snarl.

You always deserved respect as a human being but it seems you come across a lot of people who like to scorn your basic rights.

“It is a direct order of the Grand Admiral, I must obey my master.”

“Don’t you also have to respect my authority as his wife?” you try.

“You are a civilian.” It suffuses mechanically “I am a military droid. I am afraid your authority over me is quite limited, Lady Mitth.”

“Then at least when we are alone? It really displeases me to identify by his name.”

It seems to think, comparing its orders to your request in his circuits.

“I theorize it is possible if we are only together. What should I call you then, my Lady?”

You give it your name and it seems to record it.

“Very well, Lady (f/n). Prepare yourself for intense days of intellectual stimulation and cultural discoveries. The Grand Admiral asked me to instill you with all the knowledge of a proper Lady of Coruscant, it will be exhausting and mentally draining but so fun, you will see.” It suddenly exclaims with enthusiasm that takes you aback. It seems really pleased to have received a task of that order.

“Can we cut out the Lady part altogether?” you raise your hand like a pupil.

“No. That I canno’t.”

“Definitely?”

“Categorically.”

You lower your shoulders. You’re not a lady. Those types of titles were for the individuals that used you as they pleased, it makes you quite uncomfortable to receive the same rank as them. Even if it’s fake.

You spend the next 4 hours learning the history of the Empire and the Galaxy, at the end of the session your brain is burning with dates, places and names.

“You will need to master at least 4 different languages outside of Basic. A chance you are already well versed in Hutt, even if this is not typically what a Lady would know.” AP-3G comments.

“4 languages?” you let out incredulous.

How are you supposed to speak them fluently in just a few months? Your brain is already so full.

“Isn’t exciting?” AP-3G chants. At least one of you is happy about the situation.

“Can we… can we take a break?”

You exit the room with a headache, you feel like smoke is pouring out of your ears. AP-3G follows you diligently.

“Why are you following me?” you turn to it.

“I have been tasked with your protection, Lady Mitth.”

Oh great.

Now you have a nanny on your back.

Or worse…

A lackey to Thrawn service tasked to report each of your comments and movement to its master.

You who wished to take little advantage of that masquerade to recover some liberty, you can forget it.

“Where are you heading exactly?” It asks

“Moarorou.” you simply respond. Thrawn’s order to let her alone really got stuck in your throat, but it’s been a whole day, surely now you can go see her, right? You prepare yourself to hear the inevitable “No” that will shatter your hopes.

“Oh! Then there is a more direct way.” It informs you.

You turn to it, surprised.

“Please, this way.” he heads on a corridor on your left and you follow, relieved.

You come across some officers and you curl up your shoulders, lowering your head. ‘Don’t cross their gaze, make yourself invisible.’ all your alarms are up.

“Lady Mitth” they salute politely.

You look at them walking away without a word.

“What was that?”

“You thought they would throw you into jail? You are their Grand Admiral’s wife, you are untouchable.”

So they already know? News spread fast on a ISD.

“Here we are.”

It steps to the side and you pass the door after knocking. Moarorou is in bed, transfused and pale, but well awake. 

“Hi!” you say joyfully.

She raises her head from her drawing eyes round of surprise and calls you with the same joy.

“How you are?” you say hugging her tightly. You inhale her hair scent with delight, it is so good to see her as awake and aware after this awful week in the forest.

“Sleeped all day.” she respond hugging you back with all her might. “What- Ah!” she says horrified and hide behind you.

You turn your head to AP-3G in a corner of the room and berate yourself. She’s terrified by droids, they’re the one that used to beat her when she did something wrong.

“AP-3G, leave us.” you demand.

“But I must protect you both.” he counters.

You shoot it a black look.

“She’s terrified of droids. Wait by the door, I’m sure nothing can happen to us on the ISD of your master.”

It obeys, albeit reluctantly and disappear behind the door.

You squeeze her and caress her hair, soothing her.

“All well,” you murmure “It went away.”

She digs her nails in the fabric of your dress, whimpering.

“Here, here.”

You remain like that for long minutes until she musters the courage to part with you.

“You draw?” you ask, tilting your head to the sheet.

She hurriedly takes it and holds it against her chest like she doesn’t want you to see.

“I not look.” you say appeasingly.

She seems to hesitate and then relax.

“You want see?” she asks with a little voice.

“Yes, if you want.”

You really need to improve your Sy Bisty, urgently. You could appease her more efficiently and talk to her properly. You squeeze yourself against her on the bed to admire her piece of art. You see three blue people with red eyes, two adults and a little one. They’re all smiling. It doesn’t take to be a genius to understand that she drew her family.

“Papa?” you ask, pointing at one of the adults. She nods “Mama?” you point the other, she nods again with a sigh, “You?” She puts her head on your shoulder, on the verge of tears.

“You missing them.” it isn’t a question. It is obvious she misses them. You missed yours too.

“Me sorry.” you caress her head as tears flow down her cheeks. 

What can you say to a 5 year old abducted to her family like that? You notice a second drawing. 

This one is… odd?

You recognize Moarorou with other children but she’s unhappy on it, she’s circled by two other adults with stern expressions, one in some sort of uniform and the other like a doctor? It is hard to say with the style of a 5 year old.

“Who?” you ask, frowning.

She wipes her tears and looks at the drawing.

“Adults. Mean.” She simply says, sniffing.

“How mean?”

“Mean. Want me forget…”

“Forget what?”

She doesn’t responds, only raising her head to the door with complete focus.

“He coming.”

“Who com-”

The door opens to let the Grand Admiral enter. With his hands clasped behind his back the room suddenly became so small. By instinct you squeeze Moarorou against you in a protective manner.

“I knew you would be here.” He says.

“Yes. I am allowed, right?” you ask suspiciously.

“Of course. Just make sure to not drain her.” He walks in the room like he's visiting. He then speaks to her in what you suspect to be cheuhn. She sniffs and responds with her little voice but relaxed. She must be comforted to me in the presence of a fellow chiss. They converse for a long minutes until you can’t take it anymore.

“What are you saying?” you ask quite curtly.

And immediately regret it.

They both look at you surprised by your tone. You stutter.

“What are you saying, please?”

He raises an eyebrow.

“You must have been beaten quite a lot with this demeanor.” he says with an indecipherable expression.

Is he threatening you to be more obedient?

He continues before you can say anything.

“I was simply asking her how she felt, wondering about her symptoms.”

“Oh…”

“You angry?” she asks in Sy Bisty.

“No, me not angry.” you smile at her reassuringly, caressing her cheek.

“What is it in your hand?” Thrawn asks in a perfect Sy Bisty.

“Drawings!” She responds with a new energy.

“Interesting. Can I see them?” He extends his hand to you.

You look at her, she nods, so you hand him the sheets. But you hold on them abit as he takes them.

He observes them in silence, more than what you usually spend on a child drawing.

“You are talented, Moarorou. Those are very interesting scenes you drawed.” She smiles brightly, happy to have her talent recognized. “Can I keep them?”

Her smile dies immediately, and you frown. Why would he want her doodles?

“Can I, Moarorou?” he insists.

“Yes…” she mumbles, clearly more to obey an adult than a genuine wish for him to have them.

“Thank you.” And he heads towards the door.

“Wait, hold on! You-” you try.

He’s out.

You curse and sprint after him. If he thinks he can just take what he wants like that! He’s an imperial but it should be able to go through his thick head.

“Wait!” you shout.

He stops and turns towards you.

“A problem, my Lady?”

Great, him too.

“Yes, there is a problem. Why are you taking her drawing like that?” You demand out of breath.

“You would be surprised of what I could do with drawings.” he answers mysteriously.

“Could you give them back?” you extend your hand to him.

“No.” He says patiently, “I need them.”

You scoff.

“Why would a Grand Admiral of the Empire need the doodles of a child?”

He considers the sheets in his hand.

“Like I said, you would be surprised. Plus those are not merely the doodles of any child, but my daughter. Maybe I want to expose them in our suite.” 

Is this… Is this humor?

“She’s not your daughter, nor mine. She got parents that she drew.”

“Indeed. Which I found tremendously interesting and would like to observe in more detail.”

He’s getting on your nerves.

“Please, at least give back this one. This is all she has left of her family.”

“She has a new family now.”

“Are you kidding?” you spite.

“No. Our notion of a family is vastly different from humans. I explained the situation to her and she accepted it.”

What is he talking about? No 5 years old would get over their lost family like that.

“Permit.me.to.insist.Grand Admiral.” You detach each world clearly, gritting your teeth.

He looks at you with a light grin.

“I see you are getting used to your newfound liberty, my Lady, for talking to me like that.”

You wonder if you crossed the line but he just seems amused.

His smile disappears as quickly as he appeared and his stern expression makes a comeback.

“I will keep those drawings.” He closes the matter “I will find you at our suite.” and he walks  away, letting you alone in this cold corridor.

“Is there a problem?” asks AP-3G that just joined you.

You don’t respond.

You’re out of yourself.

You really, really don’t like this man.

Wait…

Our suite ?

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“Sleeping in the same bed?” you almost choke yourself on those words.

When you got back to your suite you had the bad discovery that all the stuff he lended you were in his private suite now. To consolidate the fraud you have to live in the same suite now. You cross your arms in his cold room.

“Do I need to repeat it?” he asks, taking off his white jacket.

Argh! Why did you accept this stupid plan? You have no wish of sharing your life with an imperial!

“But… Can’t I take the sofa instead?”

“I will not let my wife sleep on a sturdy sofa. You deserve a good mattress.”

Why does he bring it in the bedroom? There is no one to fool here.

“Then… You could take the sofa then?” you try.

“It is still my own room. Do you really intend to relegate me to the friend’s couch?”

Honestly? Yes. Yes you would.

But sharing a bed…

You don’t like that. Brings back bad memories.

You grip your hand, digging your nails in your flesh.

“Let’s go to bed. You will get over it.” He prophetizes, getting under the covers.

You bite your lips, angrily. 

You take your place, making sure to not touch him at all and having as much space possible between you both. 

He turns off the lights and silence and darkness envelop you.

You’re grumbly. And terrified.

Bad memories coming back full force, of all those strangers who used you. 

You muffle a sob in the cover, trembling.

You feel his hand on your arm.

You froze, eyes wide open in the dark.

You knew it.

Your stomach twists in knots as you feel the tips of his fingers grazing your skin.

You gulp.

Then he will slide it in your pants, like all the others, and…

But his fingers go up instead of down, grazing your naked arm and shoulder. And he pulls the cover higher over you.

You hear him turn sideways, then the steady breathing of someone sleeping.

You let out your breath.

Tomorrow you’ll take the couch!

@bdoggy7 @justanothersadperson93 @theeyesofasoldier

@germansarechill @thrawnspetgoose @al-astakbar

[rrskinny02]

Hellloooooo it’s almost summer break and I’m here for it. I’m gonna do a low calorie diet I’m gonna STARVEEEEE and read and sleep and walk and workout I’m excited for it.

I want to feeling of starving and seeing results and seeing the scale go down.

No more eating after 7pm and no eating before 12pm

I’m gonna start with 1200 cals for the first week

Then 1000 cals and slowly building it up to 500 cals. + more fasting, so like 24h fasting or 48h or 72h or even 100h.

I want to get tiny again I want to feel skinny I want everyone to be shocked when I get back to school.

Let’s lose 10kg next month let’s just work on that!

I’m now 95kg I think.

Let’s get down to 85kg and then 80kg, 79kg, 77kg, 75kg, 74,73,72,71,70kg omg how amazing would that be if I could like be 70kg by my birthday in September

HARD WORK AND DEDICATION!!!

I’m gonna make a moodboard hang it in my room te remind me for what I’m doing it.

[script-a-world]

Submitted via Google Form:

How many generations would it take the population to change their circadian rhythm when moving to a new planet? Their original planet had 22 hour rotations but their new planet has 38 hour rotations. Also, how would the generations in between adapt to life/arrange schedules when their physical cycle doesn't match the planet's day/night? If someone say ate breakfast at 9AM daily according to their own cycle, their breakfast time will vary at different times of the local day. Sounds rather confusing.

Tex: Chronobiology is a bit of a specialized field, and because of that, there’s still a lot of research being established about the subject. I haven’t found a lot of research on the presumed epigenetic component of altering the CLOCK gene (and and assorted related genes) that govern the circadian rhythm, but I’m going to guess that an individual could slowly adapt to a new planet, and that those adaptations would be reflected genetically in their lineage. How these changes show up - and correspond to the original expression of the gene(s) - is currently unknown, but since this is your world, you can play around with it.

Feral: Tex has already talked a bit about the biological aspect, so let’s talk about the environmental - specifically the built and social environmental aspects - which play more into your second question. How much control will settlers have over their built environment and how it is lit? What type of built environment will they have? In 2014 Alexander Gerst provided a look at his daily schedule on the ISS, showing a wake-up call for the astronauts at 6am and bedtime at 9:30pm (GMT). Among the other rows showing how their day is segmented into tasks, one row shows Day/Night, in other words when the station experiences daylight and when it experiences darkness. Remember that clocks are made up, and the clock you use to determine when breakfast is is not actually coordinating with the sun. Ptolemy defined a second somewhere around 150CE, but astronomically, not only was that not as precise as what we can measure now, the Earth is actually spinning several milliseconds faster than it was in the second century. Our concept of how many seconds there are in a day hasn’t changed; the length of a second (and therefore a minute and therefore an hour and therefore a day) has. Further, although we have a 24-hour cycle, day and night are not equal lengths throughout the year, yet jobs and schools do not shift timing to match. That’s not how it was a couple centuries ago, before electric lights became the norm, but social time has been quite static since - at least in monochronic cultures. A polychronic culture may adapt very differently to a different daily rhythm.

One note on scientific accuracy (if you care, but you are absolutely not required to care): the rotation of your planet taking 38 Earth hours may be too slow for comfortable habitability far beyond circadian rhythm. It’s not an outlandishly long time, but it’s worth considering what other environmental adaptations your people will need to make. Daily scheduling might be the easiest thing they’ll have to overcome.

Synth: Over the decades there have been several studies on how human circadian rhythms shift when deprived of external cues. There are many body processes that exhibit cyclical patterns (core body temp, various endocrine functions and levels, etc.). A lot of them maintain their patterns with very little fluctuation from baseline even under extended periods of altered or completely absent light cues, or erratic sleep patterns, which indicate that they are governed primarily by internal genetic factors, not external environmental ones. There is of course some variety between individuals, but it all averages out to a cycle just a bit over 24h in length [Stability, Precision, and Near-24-Hour Period of the Human Circadian Pacemaker; Czeisler et al. 1999 → a very summarized overview in this article.]

Now sleep, specifically, can vary a lot more, especially when there are no external signals (called “zeitgeber”, German for “time giver” or “synchronizer”) providing any hints as to time of day. During some “free-running” experiments, where there is a complete lack of zeitgeber and the study participants are left to sleep and wake as they feel like it, sleep patterns would drift gradually forward by around an hour each day, and the subjects’ “days” lengthen toward a period of 25-26 hours, which later studies revealed was due to the influence of artificial lighting [Entrainment of the Human Circadian System by Light; Jeanne F. Duffy and Kenneth P. Wright, Jr.] A study in 1973 by Mills, Minors and Waterhouse had subjects who adopted “days” spanning from 24 to 30 hours, though this study was relatively short, lasting not even two weeks total, so who knows if the patterns would have changed more over a longer timespan.

All the way back in 1938, Nathaniel Kleitman and Bruce Richardson spent just over a month in Mammoth Cave, isolated from the normal light and temperature zeitgeber, with the goal of seeing if they could shift to a 28-hour “day”. Richardson did adapt to it; Kleitman struggled. In 1965, spelunkers Josie Laures and Antoine Senni spent 88 and 126 days, respectively, in caves in the French Alps for a similar experiment, though theirs were free-running instead of strictly regimented. There was a lot more variation in the lengths of their “days”, with extremely erratic sleep cycles. A similar experiment was carried out in 2021, with fifteen participants and lasting forty days (I have not found any research papers related to it, but it was pretty recent and there might just not be that much published yet).

Here’s another paper talking about studies in chronobiology that has more links to other research papers in it that I wanted to include but couldn’t find a good in-line place to put it. Reading up on sleep disorders like delayed sleep phase disorder, advanced sleep phase disorder, and non-24-hour sleep-wake disorder might help with brainstorming too, since they all deal with sleep patterns that don’t fully mesh with the planet’s day-night cycle.

Maybe your characters adapted within a few generations, or considerably more than a few generations. Maybe there are some family lines that never adapt and others that manage it really quickly. Since they have the tech to migrate to a whole other planet, they presumably have artificial lighting, so perhaps they adapt the environment to themselves instead of the other way around, and maintain a semi-artificial “day”. Or everybody gradually time-shifts their way through all the days, going to sleep later and later until they loop back around, or their society splits into the night-owls and the early-birds as people settle into the rhythms that best fit their own natural tendencies and their new society is structured around that.

Tex is right in saying it’ll ultimately be up to you to decide how you want things to unfold in your story. The sample sizes and time spans of the experiments that have been carried out so far are not large, so really the only way we’d ever know for sure how any species would adapt to a planet with a day almost twice as long as they’re used to is to actually go out and settle such a world and see what happens, and we are quite a ways off from being able to do that. It might be more to think about when building your own world, but also opens up narrative flexibility since you can go with whichever options best support the story you want to tell.

[obeyme-lost-thought]

Psycho(?) Angst MC× Demons: But they trust me

I have a thing with trust, don't ask. And that thing make the brothers don't... act like demons.

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And LUCIFER thought: I want to look them up. Somewhere nobody can see them. I want to take every form of freedom that they have. I have to be their only support. In this way I will become the center of their universe. I will be their God, and they will love me as I love them. It will be my pride that makes me talk, but I'm sure it will make them happy. They will be my most beautiful possession and I will be proud of them eternally. I know them best of all, only the things I buy like them. They will wear for me the clothes that I will choose carefully, showing me how beautiful they are.

Locked in a room they can't create problems. They will not risk their lives and I will be able to protect them as best I can .

But they trust me, so I can't

Then MAMMON thought: I want them only for me. I want to wake up with them by my side and go to sleep hearing their voice. I hate sharing them. Too many people talk to them every day. Greed. I am stingy with their attentions. I would like to end any friendships they have with other people. Manipulate, pay off, bribe anyone who wants to get close to them not to do it and if it doesn't work, cut them off. As I am their first, I will also be their last. No human, angel or demon can take them away from me. They are mine.

I'm the one they'll call when they're in danger and they can lean on me

But they trust me, so I can't .

So LEVIATHAN also thought: How jealous I feel watching Mammon talk to them so simply. I would like to lock them in a game and live there forever. I could talk to them better, and I could only i. No distractions, no too active characters to disturb our peace. I would program a perfect world for them on the computer. No pain, sadness or despondency. No one would judge them and they would be seen as heroes.

Death couldn't take them away from me and if I'm wrong, I can go back and make another decision.

But they trust me, so I can't .

After all, SATAN thought: Should i kill everyone? Everyone talking and disturbing. Everyone talking to THEM and disturbing THEM. I admire their calmness, but I can't stand it anymore. I want to read books with them forever and adopt a cat together. I can use a few spells to make them forget everything and teach them what the world is and what's really important. As they taught me new emotions, I want to do the same. Mold them into my perfect lover and show them what the world has to offer. No one would come between us.

I could make sure no one hurt them. If I killed someone I wouldn't have to deal with their disappointment.

But they trust me, so I can't .

Of course, even ASMODEUS thought: Why they don't look only at me? All their attention should be directed towards me. What a nuisance how they are prettier than me. But what I hate most is that time will take away their beauty. Maybe I should make them a doll so they can always be by my side.This way I can take care of them. I would wash them every day carefully choosing the best products on the market; only the most beautiful clothes will be worn by them. So I don't even have to charm them with my gaze (not that it would work).

I would make sure they would always be in their best shape and we could be together forever.

But they trust me, so I can't .

Oh... also BEELZEBUB thought: I am hungry. No matter what I eat, I'm always hungry. Only when I'm with them is this sense of emptiness appeased. But they are not always by my side. They are volatile, as I see them then they disappear. I always want to have them near me. I am often tempted to devour their soul. Keep them inside me, so I would feel less empty.

This way nothing could hurt them and I could protect them 24/24h.

But they trust me, so I can't.

And in the end BELPHEGOR thought: The reality it's too cruel. I want to sleep... but if I sleep I can't be with them. Maybe I should put them into a deep sleep and enter their dream. I would modify it making it a perfect reality. No one died and we are all together. There are no demons or angels or humans disturbing our life. Me, them, Beel and Lilly could spend our days having fun without any worries. Oh, of course I'd wake up periodically to make sure they're okay. And if one day they die, I will trap their soul in the dream, living there the rest of my life.

They wouldn't need to worry about sickness and sadness. Death would only be an abstract idea

But they trust me, so I can't .

...

...

But not only them

Even DIAVOLO thought: Should I make Celestial Real realy angry? The balance of power was already in our favor since Lucifer became a demon, if I were to do the same with them too it could really break out into a war. But it would be so nice not to always be afraid for their lives. I would make sure they would have no regrets, making them forget their human life. If they had a dark time with the brothers, I would host them at the castle. Or maybe I'd invite them over for no important reason, just to spend an evening with them.

Demons don't have to worry about all the things that scare humans. They would live as if they were part of the Devildom's elite.

But they trust me, so I can't

The last but not the least, BARBATOS thought: Too many variables. Too many timelines where terrible things happen to them. After the Belphie story, I checked all the timelines where something happens to them. They've died so many times... What hurts me the most, though, is the amount of times they've fallen in love with the others. I would like to change the timeline every time to make them fall in love with me. Find out before them what would make them happiest and see their worst memories.

Even if I have to manipulate them every time, I would do anything to have the most suitable future with the two of us together.

But they trust me, so I can't

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[aliceinnaughtyland]

HURT

Pairing: Takatora x Reader

Warnings: injury

Word count: 1.3 K

Summary: When you risked your life to save his, Takatora started hanging out with you.

Author’s note: No smut (yet) but this one is just cute fluff. And I swear I have stopped doing any efforts writing Y/N anymore, it’s just who I am.

“Look at her. She will never survive” Niragi said as he watched you for the first time.

You just arrived at the Beach after Ann met you at a game and brought you there. You were looking innocent and empathic, searching through the Beach a place where you could settle.

Last Boss didn’t answer, staying silent as he was starting at you. Something about the way your eyes were scanning the room, the way your body was moving. Everything about you was mesmerizing.

You could survive, he thought. He knew in the Borderlands people tend to get stronger, colder, in order to survive. He saw it a hundred times. But over the time, nothing about you changed. No matter how hard life was, you were still this kind girl, always nice to everyone.

But this night, as he was getting ready for a new game, he realized you were on his team. That was when he really thought you couldn’t do it.

He watched you in the arena. You seemed calm, almost too calm. That was the first time he ever saw you at a game. And he lost faith in you at this exact moment. You were doing too much to help everyone. Almost risking your own life to save perfect strangers.

He soon realized that you would not be any different about him. And as he turned around, looking at the arrow flying at him, he also felt someone pushing him. The second after that, you were passed away on the floor. The game cleared as his eyes were still on you, not sure what to do.

Why the fuck did you do that? You never talked to him. You didn’t know him. You didn’t even know his name. Takatora’s brain was fuming as he bent down to pick you up and walked you to the car in order to take you back to the Beach where he brought you to Ann.

When she was done examining you, she reassured Last Boss, explaining to him you were going to be ok as no vital organs were injured.

“I didn’t know you two knew each other” she said as she was preparing the bandages to patch you up.

 “We don’t”

“Oh”

“She saved my life tonight” Takatora justified.

“She must be a very nice girl” Ann answered.

During the entire discussion, the man’s eyes never left you. He needed to see you were going to be ok.

He saw people die every day without caring. But you risked your life for him. No one ever did anything like that.

“I need to take her shirt off” Ann interrupted his trail of thoughts.

The woman was cutting your shirt as she asked Last Boss to go to your room and take another one for you.

When he realized what was happening, he spun away to not invade your privacy. But instead of leaving, he took his hoodie off and gave it to her.

She put it on you after she was done.

“She will be ok, she just needs to sleep. But I need to keep her under observation for a day or two.”

“I’ll do it”

Ann was surprised by how quickly Takatora answered, almost snapping at her. But she agreed, telling him to come find her if anything happened.

Last Boss was watching you as you slept on the nursery bed. But after an hour or two, he saw you stir and wake up, trying to stand.

 “Why are you awake? You need to sleep”

“I’m uncomfortable. I want to go to my room.” You weren’t phased about his presence. You were too tired for it. You’ll ask questions when you’d have more rest.

“You need to stay here” he interjected.

“I can’t really sleep in here, please” you begged, hopeless.

Last Boss seemed to think about it before answering.

“Let me help you”

He helped you stand and you both walked to your room.

“I’m going to stay here tonight” he told you, not really giving you a choice.

You looked at him rising your eyebrows but you were honestly too tired to argue.

“Ann said you need a 24h watch” he continued.

You set yourself up on your bed and quickly fall asleep.

But soon enough, you woke up again, this time shaking from the cold.

“Are you ok?” the bald man asked.

“I’m cold”

“I think I can find a blanket somewhere. Wait here”

He left the room to come back a few minutes later with one enormous blanket. He putted it on you before going back to his place, in the corner of the room.

“Why are you in this chair?” you questioned, still shivering.

“I’m watching you”

“Are you a zombie?”

“What?”

“Zombies don’t sleep.” You answered “Or do they?” you quietly asked yourself.

“I’m not a zombie!”

“That is exactly what a zombie would say” you gasped.

Takatora was faking annoyance at this point.

“Go back to sleep”

You didn’t answer and closed your eyes.

He wasn’t used to people joking with him, as they all were afraid of him. But he watched you fall asleep again, a light smile plastered on his face.

You woke up the next morning, the sun warming your face.

You grunted as you sat, your eyes falling on the man sitting in front of you.

One quick look around you when you realized.

“Why am I wearing your hoodie?”

“Ann needed to cut your shirt to patch you up”

“I’ll give it back to you” you nodded.

“You can keep it.”

“That’s nice of you, but I’ll give it back. It’s yours.”

“I want you to have it”

“Oh”

Luckily, this game gave you a few days of peace. No planned games for the rest of the week. And you decided to take life slow.

Last Boss wanted to make sure you were doing alright. That’s why he made it a habit for you to sleep in his room. And when you didn’t, he just burst into yours, to a point that you haven’t slept alone since the night you got injured.

Life continued. More games have passed. But you were still living around each others.

No one really understood what was happening between the two of you. No one dared to ask.

You two didn’t even know. You just were comfortable with that.

The guy who never talked could rant to you about any society subject and you liked it.

It was special. But you weren’t questioning anything. You just let life happens and boy, it was good. Life around Takatora was just easy.

“What are you doing?” he asked, walking inside of your room.

“Watching a movie”

The man stayed silent and settle in the bed beside you.

“This guy is hot” you affirmed a few moments later.

“What?”

“He is” you defended yourself.

“But he’s a zombie?!”

“And?”

“You think zombies are hot?” he questioned.

“Obviously”

Takatora smiled to himself.

Your eyes left the screen, looking at him for the first time since he entered the room, and your eyes caught something weird.

 “What is that?”

“What is what?” he asked, confused.

“That” you repeated, pointing at him.

“It’s my hoodie”

“But I am wearing your hoodie”

“I have multiple hoodies”

Ok, now that was weird!

“Are you cutting all of your hoodie the same way?”

“Yes”

“Why?”

“I like it that way”

Your brain couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

“Wait! Are you telling me you actually change clothes and are not wearing the same fucking hoodie every day?”

“No, it’s gross”’

“Oh wow! My entire life has been a lie! I don’t even know what is true and what is not anymore!” you laughed, gripping his arm.

You drew your attention back to the show, but he kept staring at your hand on his arm.

And at this exact moment, he knew. He loved you.