#i had a phase where i used a different name for every thing that made me give em a name. should do that again

[dullahandyke]

mfw i wanna brag abt having awesome pointless pseudonyms but its not good opsec to tell people what your pseudonyms are

[apomaro-mellow]

Every Baby Needs a Daddy 6

Part 5

Come for the sugar daddy fantasy stay for my everybody-loves-steve agenda

Eddie insisted on helping Steve with his suit the night of the soiree. Steve allowed him into his apartment for the first time, after some extensive cleaning. Eddie was already dressed in his suit, red, no shirt underneath. He took the garment bag from Eddie, kissed his lips, and then went to his bedroom. Eddie got a glimpse of his nest before the door was shut.

"Uhh? Baby?"

"No peeking", Steve said from behind the door.

"Babyyyy", Eddie whined, pressing his face to the wood.

Steve grinned to himself as he listened, getting dressed on his own anyway. "I don't want to be late. And if I let you 'help' that's exactly what will happen."

It wasn't just what Eddie would do. It was what Steve would let him get away with. It would be very easy to let Eddie in and then tumble in his nest. The thought of letting Eddie's scent mix in... Steve wondered if he could get away with sneaking a piece of his clothing away. But Eddie had promised him a fun night out and said he'd be meeting his bandmates as well.

He finished getting dressed and came out. Eddie stumbled, being nearly glued to the door. Steve almost made a joke about falling for him.

"You gonna be this attached to me all night?", he asked instead.

Eddie righted himself and stood up straight. "If I let you out of my sight, the wolves will descend on you Lil Red."

Steve put his hands on Eddie's chest and leaned in. "Good thing I've got a big, strong woodsman to keep me safe~"

Since it was a band event, Eddie had a personal driver this time. That meant he could sit in the backseat and play with Steve the whole way. Eddie's hand was firm on Steve's thigh while the other held his hip. He'd wanted to bury them in Steve's tresses but one firm tap and reprimand 'don't touch the hair' and here they were.

Eddie was nibbling on Steve's neck, wishing he could put something more permanent on him. Let others know who he belonged to. When they arrived, Steve took a moment to get himself together. Eddie thought he looked just as radiant now as he did with sex-tousled hair but he liked seeing his baby primp too.

Eddie led him, arm in arm, into a nightclub. The music was energetic but didn't really seem to fit with Eddie's usual metal scene. Steve had done some research on the band, listened to a few songs, learned the other members names too. So even through the blaring music, he was able to understand when Eddie brought them over to a reserved table where the rest of them awaited.

"So this is the guy?", Jeff asked.

"This must be the guy", Gareth nodded.

"Can't be anyone else but the guy", Grant raised his glass to Steve.

Steve smiled at Eddie. "You've been telling them about me?"

"You're a secret I don't wanna keep, babydoll", Eddie smiled back.

"DJ here is mixing a set around one of our albums", Jeff said. "Kind of a little promotion for us. And when we share the video, he'll get a bump too."

"I thought this was a little out of the box for your sound", Steve said.

"You listen to our music?", Eddie asked.

Steve shrugged, playing it off. "I've dabbled." He leaned into Eddie's space to take a sip from the drink in his hand. "What about you? Do you dabble in this?"

"Not quite my scene, no. I'm an appreciator of most genres though."

"Can we finally break the silence on Eddie's jazz phase?", Gareth said.

"What's wrong with jazz?", Steve asked.

"Music was fine", Grant clarified, "He just got super pretentious about the different subgenres."

"He was insufferable", Gareth added.

"What about you guys, then?", Steve pointed the question to them. "Are you into this kind of music?"

"It's something to dance to", Jeff replied.

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Care to dance?", Steve asked.

Jeff gave a look to Eddie, asking permission. Amused, Steve also looked to Eddie for his response. Eddie's arm had been wrapped rather possessively around him for most of the night, so he could feel how antsy Steve was getting. Eddie gave his hip a pat.

"Go have fun."

Steve kissed his cheek and then went down to the dance floor with Jeff. He loved to move and he'd been itching to dance all night, but Eddie didn't seem like a dancer, at least not to this kind of music. And he wasn't about to just go out and dance with someone random in the club. Jeff was the perfect partner, knowing when to be close and when to give him space.

He felt a finger tap his shoulder and when he turned, Grant was there. Following the beat of the music, Steve gave him his attention. He was able to catch Eddie's eyes just once and saw the hunger in his eyes. When Gareth came to dance, he was a little more hesitant to touch Steve until Steve himself pulled Gareth's hands to him.

The way they all touched him was polite but there was an underlying desire. They were showing appreciation, but they weren't going to challenge the pseudo-claim Eddie had on him. He caught Eddie's gaze again and it was darker this time. He began to walk off the dance floor, ignoring a few calls from voices he didn't recognize.

Steve returned to Eddie and straddled his lap. "Sure I can't tempt you to dance?"

"There's not a thing you can't tempt me into, sweetheart. But you'll have to give me something dance-able. Liked seein' you have fun though. My boys take care of you?"

"Mhm, they were very gentlemanly." Steve's hand dipped under Eddie's suit jacket, needing skin to skin contact.

"Music to my ears", Eddie said against Steve's lips before meeting them. He growled against his mouth as he was able to detect the scents of his friends on him. Steve was pack. Steve was his.

Eddie practically dragged him out of the club and back into the car. The door was barely closed before Steve was in his lap again. He was writhing, probably very close to ruining the nice suit pants.

"Come with me", Eddie breathed.

"Yes, Daddy", Steve moaned into his ear.

"No I mean, on tour. Come with me on tour baby."

Steve paused in his humping to look in Eddie's eyes. "You want me along for the ride?"

Eddie nodded, eyes wide and big as if there was ever a chance that Steve would say no. But he also couldn't just say yes.

"For how long?"

Eddie licked his lips. "Two months."

"My job..."

"I'll take care of anything you need", Eddie said quickly.

"My apartment-"

"I'll handle it, baby. Just please say you'll come."

Steve's head tilted to the side. Robin's words echoed in his head. Wasn't this the scenario he'd been running from? An alpha having control over his life? If for even a moment, Eddie changed his mind about him, he'd be out a job and a home. Steve looked back down at him and that was his undoing.

"I'll need a new suitcase, and wardrobe, and-"

"Done, done, and whatever else you can think of, it's done." Eddie kissed him in elation, much sweeter than anything else they'd done all night.

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Steve at least tried to sell the whole 'can I bounce for two months and come back later' at his job but obviously that didn't fly. It was fine. It wasn't really the work or even the miniscule paycheck he was attached to. It was simply the comfort of doing the same thing in the same place every day. He could fill out applications on the road and get the same job anywhere.

True to his word, Eddie took him out shopping just a couple of days later.

"I meant to tell you", Eddie said as they walked through the mall. He was dressed very casually in jeans and a t-shirt under a vest with the band's logo on the back. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail and he kept his shades on inside. "That lunch meeting with sushi? Went pretty good. Your advice worked."

"You sound surprised", Steve teased. He was wearing a green sweater and light jeans.

"Not surprised, beautiful. Just in awe." Eddie put an arm around him as he led him into the first store.

Just like at the tailor's Eddie let Steve loose, letting him pick and choose what he wanted. After the third store, Steve was looking at him hesitantly.

"You're really going to spoil me. Going to turn me into a brat and anything."

"What? You? My sweet angel babydoll? Never", Eddie smirked. "You're acting like no one's ever lavished you like this."

Steve shrugged. "Well, not like this but-", then he thought better of it. "Never mind."

"I don't think so, baby. I think I deserve at least one story of past-Steve. You got to google search my life story."

"How do you know I didn't ask Jeeves?"

Eddie put a hand to his heart, then took his hat off like a sign of respect. "RIP to a real one. But you're not gonna distract me, Stevie. I feel like you've been keeping something from me. Not something big, just something you don't think I should know."

Breaking his gaze from Eddie's, Steve spied a restaurant inside the mall. "Let's eat."

Eddie had them get a booth in the back, figuring Steve would want some modicum of privacy for this. He wasn't expecting a bombshell, but he figured it must mean something to Steve.

"So, when you met me, you probably thought I was this... downtrodden, poor omega with nowhere to go." That rainy night seemed so long ago.

"That's not what I thought at all", Eddie said with a shake of his head. "Honestly thought you were waiting for someone. Made no sense to me that you were all alone."

Steve smiled. "Well, I wasn't always alone. Not physically, at least. My parents are Layton and Margaret Harrington. They've got a hand in a lot of things but most of our money comes from apple orchards of all things."

"So you're the heir to a vast apple fortune", Eddie surmised.

"Was the heir to a vast fortune."

"Is there a story behind that?", Eddie asked, watching Steve pick at his food.

"Not an original one", Steve said with a chuckle. "They paraded the alpha sons of their associates. I was also paraded. I was offered a life where all I had to do was look nice and speak little and eventually bring up the next generation of whatever old money family my parents chose for me... It was suffocating."

Eddie's leg stuck out from under the table and rubbed against his. "You got your own place. And your own job. You got out. Why would you keep this from me though? Doesn't sound particularly scandalous."

"I don't know", Steve shook his head. "Maybe I didn't want you to think I was a gold digger, or maybe I didn't want you to think I had super high expectations, or-it just felt like I shouldn't tell you. I'm tired of carrying my parents around."

"They're really that loaded?"

"Didn't you hear me say 'old money'?"

"Is there some scorned ex-fiance I should be worried about?"

"Hmmmnope."

"You sure about that, sweetness?"

"I'm sure. None of them are looking for me. And none of them hold a candle to you."

Eddie could understand wanting to leave the past in the past. After eating, they continued their shopping spree. Eddie paused at a costume shop that showed a few of the outfits on mannequins in the window. Steve followed his line of sight and grinned.

"Gimme your card."

"Sure, what for?", Eddie asked as he handed it over to Steve.

"For a surprise. Go get a pretzel. I'll text you when I'm ready." He kissed Eddie's cheek and then went into the costume shop.

Whipped like cream, Eddie did in fact go get a pretzel, fantasizing about all the little outfits Steve could be buying right now. When they met up, he wasn't allowed to peek. So while he knew there must be a costume of some kind in Steve's wardrobe now, he was oblivious to the lingerie he'd bought as well.

Part 7

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[nakaharaass]

Losing your virginity with Itachi headcanons

a/n: last month i started watching Shippuden for the first time (I read almost all the manga like ten years ago), and I've fallen again in the Itachi phase I went through back then. Also, English is not my mother tongue, so there might be spelling or grammar mistakes, or weird expressions. Likes and reblogs are appreciated! ♡

Characters: Itachi Uchiha.

Genre: nsfw, a bit fluff.

Warnings: fem!reader, penetration, oral sex (fem receiving). (Tell me if I should add something else).

Wordcount: 1.1k

You knew each other since you were kids. At first you were friends, but your relationship evolved, and now you’re lovers.

I can’t imagine Itachi having sporadic encounters. I see him as somebody who wants the whole relationship experience. If you want his body, you must accept him as your boyfriend.

That being said, your first time was also his first time.

Up until now, you have made out with each other, but things have never gone any further.

It was you who proposed doing something more. Itachi is very respectful, and he didn’t want to pressure you, so he had never said anything before

In the middle of your make out session, you wanted to do more, and he eagerly agreed.

Itachi keeps things simple on your first time: missionary style in a bed. There will be more times to experiment, now he wants to play safe. Plus, he thinks it’s a pretty intimate position, that allows you to look at each other. He doesn’t want to miss any of your reactions.

No doubts that while he was in Anbu, Kakashi lent him some of his erotic novels. That’s all his previous knowledge.

Lots of kissing while you undress each other. Itachi is going to take his sweet time admiring every inch of your body. And he constantly compliments you, saying how beautiful you are.

He’s completely selfless in bed, and he cares more about you own pleasure than his own. And this is a special occasion, so he’ll worship you as you deserve.

I picture him as a boob guy, so he’s going to pay a considerable amount of attention to each one. He massages one, rubbing the nipple, while he sucks and kisses the other one, slightly biting your other nipple.

Then he continues going down your body, and he eats you until you cum at least twice. He wants you to get really wet for what’s coming later.

As it’s his first time, his skills may not be the best yet. But being a ninja, he has full knowledge of the human body, and he definitely knows where the clit is.

He’s also very intuitive, and he will pay attention to all your reactions, and see what works out and what doesn’t.

While he’s eating you, he loves looking up at you and see your boobs, and your facial expressions of pleasure.

Please, pull his hair. It turns him on.

Then he introduces two fingers and starts carefully stretching you a little.

I didn’t say it before, but he’s consent king. Every time he’s doing something different, he’s asking you if you’re comfortable or if you want to stop.

No, but really, you may even think that he’s asking you too many times.

“Please, stop talking, and do something else with your tongue.”

jk, but if you say something like that, while grabbing his hair and guiding him back to your pussy, he will get incredibly turned on.

Please, moan his name, it’s music to his ears. It also boosts his ego thinking that he’s the one making you say such lewd noises.

He has to force himself to stop eating you. He could do it all day because you taste sooo good. He has found his new favourite dessert.

Once he’s done with you down there, he gets ready to get inside you.

He asks you once more if you want to continue.

When you agree, he slips his dick along your slit, before getting slowly inside you. At the same time, he incessantly kisses your lips and your neck, while massaging your boobs. He understands that getting used to his size may be a bit uncomfortable for you, so he wants you to be as excited as possible.

Talking about size, his girth is average, but it’s a bit longer (16.5 – 17cm), with the head slightly curved upwards. Perfect to hit all the right spots.

Once he gets fully in you, he stops so you get used to the new feeling. He continues kissing you, with brief pauses to praise you, and tell you how much of a good job you’re doing. He’s very vocal praising you.

When you move your hips wanting more, he gets the hint, and he starts a slow but constant pace.

Itachi’s on cloud nine. He can’t believe how good it feels to be inside you, how well your walls adapt to him. But he has to use every ounce of self-control to not go any faster. The last thing he wants is to hurt you.

More kisses all over your upper body. He will leave hickeys too.

He wants to hear you moaning his name.

Bonus points if you pull his hair or scratch his back.

Dirty talk too. While he thrusts into you, and rubs your nipple, he whispers in your ear how much of a good girl you are, with that soft and low voice of his.

He smirks if he notices that his voice increases your arousal.

He pays attention to your expression when he thrusts into you. When he notices that spot that makes you moan his name even louder, he makes it his mission to hit it constantly.

When you’re close, he rubs your clit to increase your pleasure.

He won’t cum until you do it first.

He doesn’t moan much during sex, but he lets a low one escape when he’s done.

When you two are done, he will slowly pull out of you. It’s your first time, so he’s being extremely nice. There will be more times in the future to overstimulate you (this boy is already planning things 🤭).

King of aftercare (is there anything he’s not king of?)

Lots of kissing and cuddling. It’s ok if you doze off a bit, but he won’t let you fell asleep. At least you have to get up and pee. He read that it’s healthier to do it after having sex, so you can’t refuse.

He also brings you water, and some snacks if you tell him that you’re feeling hungry. He starts preparing a hot bath for you two.

He cleans you up thoroughly before you get into the bath (think about Japanese baths), and he uses this as an excuse to caress and massage again every inch of your body. He will melt if you do the same to him (poor baby is touch starved 🥺) (I promise to write something where reader worships him because he deserves it).

You take a long bath. He embraces you, and he lovingly caresses your tummy, while you draw circles on his forearms.

Itachi is on seventh heaven. He wishes this moment to last forever.

You get out when the water starts to cool. You go to bed and cuddle until you fall asleep.

[dimepdf]

Can you write more Dilf!Toji please? 😭 I really appreciate your writing 🫶🏽

★  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐘. + 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you come around and make Toji so tempted, no matter what broad he's bagging all he can think about is you: his fucking nanny .

─── ☆ notes. number one dilf toji defender here, i’m in my Anderson Paak phase as well as i’ve sadly (i know im disappointed too) fallen for a man to the point where this boy has invaded my DREAMS y’all…this is embarrassing and this fic is me coping with having an actual crush so i give you full permission to call me a simp over this .

─── ☆ length. 2.6k (23 mins) .

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, nanny au, dilf!toji, angsty start, fluff, minor character death, hints of depression, hookups, pining, black coded reader, you got brotha STARVING, megumi and tsumiki are toddlers in this, someone give toji a hug, vent-fic, hurt/comfort, age gap, height difference, it's always Gojo’ fault, masturbation, jealousy | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Toji would say that after becoming a parent, he could read body language pretty well. Maybe it was just part of being a single parent and having to detect when your toddlers were sprouting nonsense just to stay up later knowing it was bedtime. 

From the times he believed that his little Megumi was being the perfect angel and finally grew out of his tantrum phase. 

Only to turn his back and realize that he had used craft scissors to chop a chunk out of Tsumiki’s hair and was playing nice to soften his punishment, to school beatdowns and playing dumb, Toji had decided he was just a master at decoding anyone’s bullshit.

Everyone except for his own that is.

Being a single parent came with its perks, Toji loved his two little demons, and it sort of helped that Tsumiki made the most of her mother's common sense.

But dealing with his ex-wife's abrupt death, being sprung into the life of lone fatherhood, and being a successful businessman were starting to take their toll on him.

His friends were not much help. Sure, Gojo did all he could to be seen as the cool uncle, but leaving his two hyper children with a man that refused to say no to anything that they asked was like signing his children up for their possible deaths.

Geto wasn’t much better, having his own marriage and kids. You would think that the father would grow to have a bit more compassion for the children's safety. Yet every time Tsumiki and Megumi visited their brass uncle, they would always come home with new scars sprouting about how they were practicing wrestling moves with their cousins for the last ice pop.

Waking up to something different, never being able to just fill in the gaps with a routine was starting to become a bit stressful. 

Not to mention going to work and having to push himself to his limits, knowing that just because he was friends and business partners with Nanami didn't mean he'd be lenient with him. 

All paired with the weight of some bold secretary that he had a one-night stand and never got the clue that every time he would brush her off for paperwork didn't mean he was singling her to cling onto him more. It was bad business hooking up with one of his employees Toji knows.

If anything, the woman had taken him at just the right opportunity when he was at the lowest moment of his life. Right after his wife's death, he had fallen behind on just about everything to the point where he would lean into any sense of comfort that reminded him of that faded memory he wanted to keep dear to his heart. 

So there he was after hours with a woman's thigh over his shoulder moaning out his name as if it were a prayer, and he had realized that right after it was all a mistake, which was kind of a shitty thing to note as she was standing right in front of him pulling up her panties. 

He just can't do it again, out of respect for her but also for himself. The last thing he wanted to do was entangle himself in another situation that would take more time away from his kids.

Not that he considered the woman to be pestering, but he wasn't a teenager anymore. The last thing he wanted to do was handle his stress by sticking his dick in the first woman he considered attractive, all because he had trouble bottling up all his emotions.

Toji's hatred for all the lingering eyes in the office—sure, Toji thought himself handsome—the proof was the number of relationships he had in his younger days.

There was something wrong with people finding him attractive and wanting something from him when he genuinely felt like his entire world would collapse on top of him if he stopped moving. 

As if he stopped overworking himself that he would be like one of those sharks that had to keep swimming or else they would fucking die. It was ironic how stupidly afraid Toji was at the thought of leaving his children alone in the world with both of their parents gone.

It was fear, having that parental fear for something every waking morning worrying every second that something could happen to children all because he could notice one little thing or he hadn't paid enough attention. 

Sure, he was being a hovering parent—call it what you want—but Toji would rather be that than a father who would spend his free time sleeping around with several different women. Never wanting to have to explain to his children that none of the women he slept with could compare to the relationship he had with their mother.

So he didn't. No more attachments. No more romantic anything, let alone bringing a woman home.

It was the secretary's fault. She was a beautiful woman with long hair and a cute, petite figure, and she allowed him to fold in any position that he wanted against his desk.

All that just makes Toji feel more guilty, or more worried, as if this choppy relationship that he had with this poor woman, whose name he would always forget yet who would practically scream out his, would just blow up in his face.

What if she wanted something more serious?

What if Nanami found out that he was banging one of the employees?

What if he got fired because he couldn't keep it in his pants?

What if he lost his main source of income and couldn't provide for his kids anymore?

All of those worries were just added stress, crowding his plate until he couldn't carry it anymore, and after a few years of bottling it all up until he couldn't anymore, he finally decided to reach out for help. 

Little by little, of course, he would actually tell his friends how he felt when they asked, spend more time letting Megumi and Tsumiki be actual kids, letting them hang out with their friends, and worry just a bit less whenever they would visit their younger cousins at Geto’s place. 

He had even accepted Gojo’s idea of hiring a babysitter, but of course, the blonde’s intentions for such an offer were dual-minded. 

Thriving on about how he should hire some smoking hot lady, to have some eye candy around the house to fuel some busting fantasies to break his dry spell. 

Toji was quick to dismiss that idea for a variety of reasons, one of which was that he had hired you. You were a clumsy young girl who just needed a side hustle to pay for some of your college classes, accepting his twenty-dollar an hour ad despite the fact that it was the lowest pay sandwiched between the obviously more wealthy families looking for someone to look after their kids so they didn't have to on the boogie nanny seeking website. 

At first, the idea of leaving his children alone with you was a terrifying thought. The impression that you gave him during the interview was more than enough to fuel his worries after seeing you stumble out of your car and get your jacket in the car door, dense to the point where you had face-planted into his back during the house tour, too busy gawking at the many bathrooms to pay attention to where you were supposed to be walking. 

Your genuinely bubbly personality around the children is what saved you from going broke. Sure,  you were a little naive when it came to some of the things that you lied about on your resume, but the thing that Toji liked about you was that you just seemed to handle yourself so well despite not knowing at all what you were doing. If anything, he admired how you had managed to keep yourself alive despite running through life so differently than he would.

You were quick to gain his trust, in fact, quicker than anyone has ever in his entire life. He felt his feelings were mostly biased given that his kids had practically attached themselves to you throughout the months of being their nanny. 

It was only natural for them to grow so close to you with how much Toji had to work, but what Toji hadn't expected was for you two to form some sort of friendship as well.

It started off pretty odd, with Toji coming home to find you have the kids tucked in for the night and spread out on his living room couch watching so many movies on his HBO Max account that he forgot he even had. 

You were a pretty chatty person, and he had learned to notice how you could go from being so silent that he would forget you were even there to the point of talking about anything within your wide range of interests that Toji had never heard of.

In all honesty, Toji loved that about you—how you could introduce him to new things that he hadn't gotten around to understanding all because he was too busy being a workaholic.

His new favorite part about coming home was just to talk to you, or at least listen to your rant about some silly little show, or make him listen to one of the new songs you had become obsessed with.

And before he had known it, Toji actually felt warmth in his household again, all because of some kind-hearted nanny who had managed to break down all of his walls.

It was almost strange how someone so opposite to him, someone so minor, could have managed to make his life change for the better.

And then it got a little bit more strange. 

Life had been going so well for him that sometimes those days would just blend together. There would be times at work when he had wished for his entire office building to crumble to dust just so he could get out of work early for the day, but even after those shifts, he would come home to you, and suddenly that swallowing dark hole in his chest would actually start to feel whole again.

He had just gotten so used to using you as his personal happiness dispenser that when you managed to wiggle into his life more and more, he even introduced you to his main group of friends. His mood was ruined when he saw Gojo's eyes practically glow at the sight of you during Tsumiki's birthday party. 

Toji hadn't understood why it had bothered him so much, seeing his best friend become too chummy with you.

If anything, knowing Gojo’s history of charming the pants off of any attractive woman, he could have prepared him enough to know that you too would soon enough fall victim to at least one of his friends, but there was just something so uncomfortable about hearing Gojo drown you in compliments.

It was as if something had clicked, and suddenly you weren't just the full-time nanny anymore, but the beautiful young woman that he had suddenly noticed was so pretty, and that alone made Toji feel like such a fucking creep. 

Maybe it was because you were closer to his children's age than his or the fact that every time you would change your hair every other month, he would imagine his hands tangled in your braids, how he would think about holding the locs away from your face to get a better view of you between his legs. 

It was all so fucked, your now normal image of him all screwed over all because of Gojo and his ability to turn anything sexual. Toji had felt just a little better pinning the blame on someone else, thinking that maybe it would ease his guilt for getting so hard thinking about you late at night.

You would be just downstairs asleep in the living while he laid down on the other side of the house in the comfort of his four walls, pressing his face into his pillows with an erection hard enough that he was convinced it was harder than bricks. 

For the first time in a while, it wasn't anything work-related taking up all of his attention, but instead the fucking nanny he hired. The pretty nanny who was in college, who was closer to his children's age than his, the nanny with the glossed lips that he had to hold back from wanting to taste which flavor it was she was wearing now. 

His lovely nanny, whom he wished to strip naked piece by piece to pay close attention to every dip and curve in her figure. He wanted you naked as the day you were born, spread across his mattress, lips parting only to say his name and his name only. 

It was a dangerous thought, one that often led to Toji revealing himself with a rabbit hole of thoughts about you in any situation his mind could imagine.

It was even more crude—wrapping his hand around his dick and thrusting his hips up into his hand, thinking about the same woman who was just a staircase away, masturbating as if he were a teenage boy and not a man with two kids asleep in just the room across the hall.

He blamed everything on Gojo, it was all his fault that you have suddenly seemed so fucking unforgettable. How could you suddenly be all he could think about with all his sanity thrown out the window for some nanny?

His pretty nanny.

You were so beautiful, with full lips, a dark complexion, and brown eyes that managed to look so appealing despite being so boring. Your expressions make you so easy to read. 

The way your brows would pull together whenever you were confused, how the ends of your lips would quirk with every joke, how your personality managed to be so welcoming.

You stood tall, your head just below his shoulder, average height but so short in comparison to his towering figure.

How bad Toji just wanted to scoop you up into his arms and bury his face into your neck, the same neck where he wanted to leave as many marks as he possibly could against your brown skin.

The thought doesn't help Toji’s aching dick at all. How bad he wants to suck little marks into your soft flesh, leaving dark little marks wherever he can against your body.

It was a possessive thought, having you covered in his teeth marks and love bites, waiting for the next guy to dare to even make a move on you. 

He wonders how soft your thighs feel and how nice they would feel wrapped around his waist. He lets his hand do the majority of the work, his fingers rough around his length, causing a groan from the friction. 

Toji’s fantasies about you play out quite beautifully in his mind, so perfectly, in fact, that he struggles to keep himself silent. 

Which was a new thing for him given that Toji wasn’t usually very vocal during sex, not even the best blowjob that he had ever gotten would he give anything but a few grunts yet there he was fisting into his fist to keep himself from whimpering out so pathetically. 

Humping his hand to the point where he had to cover his own mouth, he finished all over himself, strings of cum shooting all over his chest to his shirt. He was too caught up in his own bliss to care about the sad mess he created. 

Toji thought you were beautiful. He thought you were so perfect to the point where even the simple thought of you made him so happy.

You, his nanny, were the realization that settled in his mind after his high. 

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Permanent Price chapter 1

Alex Summers x Mutant!OC

Summary: Isabella Darkholme, sister of raven Darkholme and Charles Xavier. Also a mutant. Her mutation allows her to blend in with the light rays, turning herself and whatever she's touching invisible. word count: 1280 warnings: none that I know of

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Isabella couldn't help but sigh softly as she watched her brother talk up another girl, not because she was jealous, but because she was bored of the same thing every time. She and raven always just sat back and watched him. Bella tried to talk to people - boys and girls - but Charles would always step in and pull her out. It was like he didn't want her to be happy. But she knew he was just caring for her and making sure she didn't get hurt, even though she was never able to even ask the person's name, that's how fast he was.

Raven could see the bored look on her sister's face so she thought she would distract her.

"Wanna' play truth or dare?" She asked making Bella smile. Raven was always the child. She loved playing games, whether it was board games or hide and seek. She just loved being a child. Especially playing tag or just chasing her other half around with a spider. Isabella loved that about her sister though, she never lost her sparkle.

"Sure." she dimly said.

"Okay, truth or dare?"

"dare." Belle loved playing this with raven, no matter how old they were she loved it.

"mmhm, okay. I dare you to go behind the bar and mess around with the bartender."

"ok, but I dare you to mess up Charles's date with that girl." She said with a smirk.

"That's not how the game works but fine."

Bella moved to the bathroom and turned herself invisible, whilst raven went over to Charles and the girl he was with to introduce herself. Bella went behind the bar and started tricking the man tending to a customer. She knew she had a limited amount of time before Charles would find her out so she knew to make it count. She created a tapping noise on a glass behind his ear to start with. He instantly turned around and walked through her. Thankfully she could not only turn herself invisible but anything she touched, she also could phase through objects and people when she was invisible.

Then she started whispering near his ear. Watching him freak out was hilarious to raven. This was not the first time pulling pranks like this. They really were children at heart and Bella loved it. Charles turned to look over at raven and Isabella's table. He saw raven smirking and looking to a specific spot behind the bar. He then looked over to the table raven was sitting at and saw that Bella wasn't there. That's when he knew they were pulling their little pranks again and decided to step in. He excused himself and walked near the back of the bar where he assumed Bella was.

Isabella, are you behind the bar again?

shit.

no. Why would you think that Charles?

because I see raven smirking and you aren't anywhere near her table. She is also looking at a very specific spot where there isn't anything to laugh at. I also know my sisters very well.

Bella sighed and walked to where Charles was and made herself visible again.

"Right. Get raven we are going." He said sternly.

"Look I'm sorry. We just wanted a bit of fun." She said softly before going to get raven.

"Yes, well you can have fun in different ways. There was no need to expose your mutation like that. What if you couldn't hold on long enough and someone saw you turn visible? what then?" He was clearly disappointed in them but she didn't care anymore. He wasn't the owner of them they could do what they wanted.

"He's mad at us again." She said to raven before walking back off to Charles and out the door.

"Don't talk to me. You did that on purpose." He said angrily once raven caught up with them.

"I did not! Why would I do it on purpose? We were just playing a game!"

"Yes, you did!"

"And you, that little stunt you pulled-"

"You know I can't control it sometimes if I'm stressed or tired."

"You seem to be doing a perfectly good job right now.-

"Mutant and proud." Raven started, imitating the girl Charles was with.

"What? Or is it only with pretty mutations or invisible ones like yours and Belle's? But if you're a freak, you better hide." Bella knew raven hated her mutation at times. Though bella thought it was a beautiful one, Raven never thought of it that way. Any time Isabella tried to tell raven she would just storm off and wouldn't talk to her for a whole day. She grabbed her sister's hand and squeezed it to comfort her.

"You're being ridiculous. I don't mean to sound like an old fart." -"Which you are."- "Sometimes. But we've talked about this, Raven. A small slip-up is one thing. A big one does not bear thinking about."

"Mutant and proud? If only." Raven said walking off and dragging her sister with her

That night, when they got home Belle went straight to her room without saying goodnight. She was sick of Charles deciding what she was able to do. She knew he was only caring for her but sometimes it got out of hand. She'd never had a boyfriend - or girlfriend, not like that was hardly allowed - or even her first kiss! And she was done. She wasn't going to let Charles dictate what she did. It was her life and she was going to live it.

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Raven and Isabella sat quietly in Belles's bedroom, surrounded by silence. The air was thick with emotion as they both struggled to find the right words to express their feelings. They did this now and then. Sat together talking about their mother, childhood, or just in silence.

Finally, Raven broke the silence. "Do you ever feel like she's still here with us? Like she's watching over us?"

Isabella nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "All the time. Sometimes I'll be doing something, and I'll feel this presence like she's right there beside me."

Raven reached out and took her sister's hand. "It's funny, isn't it? How we can feel her presence so strongly, even though she's been gone for so long."

Belle sniffled and wiped away a tear. "I miss her so much. Sometimes I feel like I can't go on without her."

Raven squeezed her hand gently. "I know. But we have each other, we have Charles, and we have her memory. She may not be physically here, but she lives on in us, in our memories, and in the love she gave us."

Isabella looked up at Raven, her eyes brimming with gratitude. Raven smiled sadly.

"I wish I could take away the pain, but all I can do is be here for you, and honor her memory by living the best life we can."

Isabella nodded, a sense of peace washing over her. "You're right. She wouldn't want us to wallow in sadness. She'd want us to be happy and live our lives to the fullest. And NOT hiding or being scared of our mutation." She stated to her sister, sternly.

Their mother always made sure they were proud of their mutation. And she promised them that one day they wouldn't have to hide it.

Raven stood up and pulled Isabella into a tight hug. "That's right. And we will. Together."

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Daniel Ricciardo x Reader  “I can’t believe you used to date this dickhead.”

Daniel was a man of many descriptions. He was determined. He was focused. He was honest. He was kind. However most importantly, he had an ego with the confidence to back it. Daniel had been with you for almost three and a half years. Your longest lasting relationship ever. 

Being with you for so long meant that Daniel was privy to all the information about previous exes of yours, just like you were with his. You had told him who you dated, who you hooked up with during school. Daniel appreciated your honesty about it all. There was one thing that he appreciated more than you being honest. 

He appreciated the fact that, looking at your dating history, he was the best fucking guy you’d ever been with. 

Most of your past conquests were conventionally attractive. In a weird way, Daniel liked that you had a visually appealing dating history. You were confused until he told you that compared to him, they all looked like little boys who couldn’t handle an absolute Goddess. 

You were reminded of this almost every time you came home to find Daniel, lying on your bed on his stomach with his feet swinging in the air, scrolling through one of your exes Instagram page. Today was no different. You always knew when he did this because the first sign when you walked through the door, was the insane amount of giggles that would come from your bedroom. The second clue was the sound of his feet occasionally meeting the mattress when they got too low from the swinging. The third and final clue was the massive, cheesy smile that always looked at you the second you stood in the doorway. 

“Who are you laughing at now?” You always asked him. He almost always answered the same. 

“The one before me.” His head would fall from its perch on his hand to fall on the mattress, and he would burst into a full blown belly laugh. It was your favourite one of Daniel’s laughs. 

‘The one before him’ was some dude you had briefly dated in school. He hadn’t made too much of an impression considering that you never remembered his name after you broke up. You sat on the bed beside him and looked at his phone screen where he was browsing through the cliche White Sigma Male photos your ex had posted. 

“I can’t believe you used to date this dickhead!” Daniel’s laughter was contagious. You found yourself laughing with him as you replied. 

“I was going through a phase okay?” Calmed slightly, though still giggling, Daniel looped his arms around your waist. 

“Thank God, I came just in time then huh? Cuz he looks fucking tragic.” The way he was leaning on you forced you to lay down. Now Daniel’s head was on your stomach looking at you while you looked at him and looped your fingers through his curls. 

“You’re the very best boyfriend, Danny.”

“Yeah?” 

“The very best there is.”

[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 31

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible. 

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader 

Dr. Miller sat behind me with his arms wrapped around me in the outdoor tub. Watching the snow fall around us was surreal. 

“Is it possible that I like this place even more than the castle?” I asked aloud, sinking an inch deeper into the water to cover the tops of my shoulders. I smiled to myself when his lips touched my neck.

“I think I do, too.” Dr. Miller walked his fingers down my stomach and it made me giggle. “When did you know?” He asked.

“When did I know?”

“That you, uh..”

“When did I fall in love with you?” I asked.

“Yeah.” Dr. Miller nibbled gently on my earlobe now.

“Mmm..” I closed my eyes. “I think I fell in love with you a little bit each day.” My hand linked with his across my midsection. “Until it built up to what I'm feeling now.”

“What are you feeling now?” He asked quietly against my ear.

“Like I never want to be away from you.” I pulled his hand up out of the water and kissed the back of his knuckles. “Like I could do this forever.”

“I could, too.” Dr. Miller continued to kiss along my neck and his arms tightened around me. “You make me a better man.”

“How does something like this happen?” I wondered the thought aloud. “I've dated around and tried to find what we have. No one else ever came close.”

“I guess these things just happen.” 

I turned around to face him. “I want you every second of every day.”

“I know the feeling.”

I kissed him, finding a spot on either side of where he sat for my knees. The sudden cold against my back from emerging a few inches out of the water sent a chill up my spine. It didn't phase me.

Dr. Miller’s arms hugged around my upper body as his tongue fought for dominance over mine. Being up in the woods on the lake truly felt like some personal utopia.

We kissed. Our bodies merged. We held one another. Neither one of us held back.

Inside, after being exposed to such extreme hots and colds in the outdoors, we snuggled naked together beneath the fluffy down comforter in the bed in the loft.

I didn't know if I was warm or cold or somewhere in between. But my body felt perfectly relaxed and content in Dr. Miller’s embrace.

Long after he fell asleep I laid there awake. The moonlight cast a glow outside and I could see the snow still falling gently upon the outside world out the window.

This is even better than the castle.

I glanced over at Dr. Miller beside me. He was curled on his side, facing me snoring away. It made me huff a single, quiet laugh to myself. It made me feel like he was just as content as I was.

For whatever reason, at the late hour, I thought of the name Lou Brackett. The man who had left Dr. Miller the house and all his money.

Do I have to teach you everything? Tori had jokingly said to me at lunch when she Googled Lake Kora.

I decided to take her lead and reached for my phone on the nightstand. I punched in the four digit passcode and then clicked on the explorer icon. My thumbs typed away and searched specifically, Louis Brackett New York State.

Like any search, a collection of links popped in the form of a neat, little list in Google. Pictures of four or five different people showed up on the top and I decided I would just click on the first link - which offered every single person by that name from here to Florida.

Louis Brackett, age 52. Current city: Tampa, Florida

Louis Bracket, age 22. Current city: Raleigh, North Carolina.

The list went on, and so I went back and added the word obituary to it. I clicked the first link this time and began reading about the man. It matched up to the timeline Dr. Miller had said to me. He was in his late twenties or early thirties, which would have put Lou Brackett’s death anywhere between ten and fifteen years ago. The Lou Brackett I had found died thirteen years prior and was seventy-eight years old. The cause? Cancer. Surviving family members - zero. There was mention of the tragic death of his granddaughter, Linda Brackett.

I went back again, searching the two names together. I almost lost my breath when I read the headline of the first news story.

Grandfather Confesses to the Murder of Ace Deerfield on Death Bed.

I clicked on the link and my eyes traveled below to the contents of the main article:

Louis Brackett watched Ace Deerfield walk out of court as a free man. He had been on trial for brutally murdering Brackett’s 17 year old granddaughter, Linda Brackett. As the tragic result of a mistrial, Deerfield avoided a life sentence and served only six months in a county prison.

“He winked at me,” Brackett claimed with tears in his eyes. “That bastard winked at me because he knows what he did. There was evidence of it. He was caught doing it and because of a technicality, he gets to walk.”

The details of the case are too gruesome to detail, however there were various images of Deerfield smiling and smirking throughout the notorious trial. He was also thought to have been linked to another unsolved murder; however no charges have ever been filed.

As most of you know, Ace Deerfield was murdered fourteen months after he walked out of prison. It remained unsolved - until now.

Brackett, who also lost his wife to cancer six months ago, laid in his hospital bed with tubes up his nose attached to an oxygen tank and meekly asked hospital staff to phone the local police. They obliged, and when officers arrived on scene, the grieving grandfather confessed to the murder of Deerfield.

“He knew details that only the person who murdered Ace Deerfield would know,” Officer Bryan O’Connor explained. “We aren’t offering any more details, as the case is still unfolding.”

Less than two hours later, Louis Brackett passed away from his illness. He was never formally charged with the death of Ace Deerfield.

Wow. That wasn’t what I expected when I searched up Lou Brackett. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that. The skeletons in the metaphorical closets seemed like they were never ending. I turned to look at Dr. Miller. None of this had to do with him specifically, but the story was so wild I knew he had to have some insight to it.

Stop blaming him. I knew it would be unfair to bring it up now. If he was close to Lou Brackett, which apparently he was, it would be cold to bring up something so morbid and sad. The poor, terminally ill man turned to murder to avenge his granddaughter’s death because justice hadn’t been served. Her killer walked free.

Poor Dr. Miller has been surrounded by tragedy. 

I placed my phone back down on the nightstand and pulled the covers up past my shoulders. I ran a hand through Dr. Miller’s hair and kissed his forehead. In his sleep it made him stir and turn without waking up so his back was to me. I cuddled myself around him, wrapping my arm around his midsection and kissing the back of his shoulder.

“I love you,” I whispered to him, despite him still being asleep. As much as he took care of me,  I wanted to take care of him. He needed it - I could tell. Despite the money, the confidence, the lavish house, the charisma and the ear-to-ear grin, there was a lot of hurt; a lot of pain. I wanted to be the one to dull that pain. The future could certainly be sunnier than the darkness of the past.

I closed my eyes and rested my cheek against his bare back, holding him tight. Nothing was going to take this man away from me. He deserved a happy next chapter to his life. I was honored that I was chosen to be the one to give that to him.

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It’s almost half past eight when the door opens and breaks Max’s focus.

Usually, people don’t come into this room. It’s too noisy, too hot when it isn’t completely freezing outside.

Lewis comes by occasionally, uses the nanodrop for his DNA samples. But his project is on the tail-end, and he’s too deep in the writing phase to even be on the lab cleaning rota. Max knows he was meant to stay, that Toto wanted to build a part of the group around him and his expertise. But funding runs out quickly; what was hot five years ago, may as well be old news today.

But it’s Daniel who pokes his head in, smile wide as he spots Max in the corner.

“There you are, Maxy.” He says, pushes the chair closer to Max before sitting down. “Alex said you’d left, but your stuff was still in the office, so.”

He doesn’t have a lab coat on, but always he doesn’t wear it. Max doesn’t know still if it’s an Australian thing, or because he is a pharmacist maybe, but also Oscar does it.

“But I have my gloves on today, Maxy.” Daniel said yesterday when Max had commented on it, trying not to stare at the lovely white tee shirt Daniel had been wearing. He wiggled his fingers as a tease, the bright pink gloves Seb had brought as a joke. He would have to at least be a large to escape the bright blue nitrile hell Max and the other mediums were saddled with. “Don’t get used to it though, just Oscar’s apparently shit at aliquoting piss I’ve learnt.”

“So what are we doing tonight, Max?” Daniel asks now. He is sitting on the chair the wrong way; elbows on the back of it with his chin in his hand. He couldn’t sit like that, Max thinks, at least not for very long. Not like Daniel can, like he does in their shared meetings when Christian and Zak remember they have a grant together.

“The university said the power would be out for a while tomorrow, so I of course have to shut down the MS,” Max says, huffs when he has to turn back to the computer.

The email had come Wednesday night, barely any information except for the notice of a power outage within eighty hours. Max had used the reply-all function to tell them to go suck an egg, turned off his phone and gone for a run.

Checo should of course be the one to do this, senior to Max in every way but one. But last time Sergio had been in charge of shutting down the systems, Max had come in the next day unable to complete calibration, and they had to replace two different parts.

It’s a new instrument too, and always he can be – the mass spectrometer can be a bit fussy when you have to shut it down. But Max has been working with mass spec since undergrad, was the second author on GP’s Nature Communications paper. Had come to Christian’s lab for this very instrument, so he of course knows it best.

“Always they say we are a part of a core facility, and still, they do this,” Max says. He’s already discussed it with GP and Jonathan how it isn’t okay, with the facility manager who hasn’t touched probably a mass spectrometer in his life. 

Daniel also hasn’t worked with MS by himself before, but he would of course understand, would know it isn’t okay to do this.

“Was the Friday bar alright?” Max asks. He had gone too for a bit, shared the last dregs of gin with Charles, pouring the tonic directly into the bottle to get the most of it. “George said he made a quiz, but to me it sounded very boring. There was a part, I think, where you had to spell out chemicals’ names.”

Daniel laughs, and it sounds so loud in their tiny room for two. Daniel has of course always had a very lovely laugh, but it sounds even better like this. The two of them only. Max likes it like that the best.

“Yeah ah, George kinda went to town on the goon sack instead,” he says. “I reckon Alex had to carry him home.”

“George drank the wine?” Max asks. “No! But that is so old, it’s been in the fridge since Liam graduated.”

“He went for the sangria too, it wasn’t even good fresh.”

“Always George should not be in charge of this, of drinking and parties,” Max says, remembers the nightmare his grad party had been. “You are of course very good at it, how to make it a good night.”

“You think so?” Daniel says, soft, hesitant. Max looks up from the instrument with a frown, touches Daniel’s hand where it’s been hovering in the air, like he didn’t know if he could touch him. Always he can. Max should tell him this, maybe.

“Yes, Daniel.”

“Then, would you go somewhere with me tonight?” He asks, closes his hand around Max’s. It’s different to work like this, one-handed and typing slow. But Max doesn’t want to pull away, keeps his hand in the warmth of Daniel’s.

“I think I am too tired for the club, Daniel.” Max says softly. He has gone before, after the Friday bar. But he cannot do it tonight, his body is too tired. He doesn’t think he would survive if he did, considers already if he should take the bus home and leave his bike behind.

But to his surprise, Daniel laughs, squeezes their hands together. “Nah, I was thinking we could maybe go get some food? You said you’ve been craving like, tacos, and I’ve found a place down by one of the bridges that I thought we could try. If you wanna, of course.” 

Daniel has only been in the city for five months, but already he has made friends in high places, in the low ones too. 

“I would love to, but always I don’t know how -“

“Hey, we’ll just leave whenever you’re done, no rush, Maxy.” Daniel says. 

Max nods, “Then it of course sounds very lovely. It will not be that much longer, I think.” 

“I’ll be here,” Daniel says softly. 

He pulls his hand from Max’s, the loss of touch, of warmth is sudden, but Max knew it would happen. But Daniel doesn’t leave. 

He doesn’t go back to the office to work on the paper Max knows has to be sent back with major revisions, doesn’t go over the postdoc application Zak isn’t supposed to know about. He pulls out his phone instead, plays one of those indie rock albums that Max has come to like. 

It’s very nice, Max thinks, his own earphones still dead in his ears. 

The MS does finally shut down, leaves the room almost quiet except for the music.  

They’re in the basement to get their bikes, Daniel will go in front because he knows where they’re going. He wears a helmet now too, one of those fancy Hövding airbags that will inflate if he crashes. 

“So I won’t mess up my hair, baby,” he had said, the collar loose around his neck when he came into the office to show it off. Max doesn’t care, thinks he looked cute in Max’s borrowed helmet, but this is good also. 

“Hey Maxy,” Daniel says now, one leg swung over the bike. “Would it be cool with you if this was a date instead?” 

Max almost stumbles over the pedals, but he doesn’t, corrects himself so he’s upright and staring at Daniel, who watches him back almost shyly. 

“It would of course be very lovely, I think, if this was a date,” he says, faint. 

Daniel's lips stretch into a wide grin, and Max cannot help but return it. 

“Cool, let’s do that then.”

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AI and the Red Delicious Apple

If you’re reading this you’re pretty much already on the anti-AI bandwagon when it comes to its promise to steal our written works and then regurgitate them in strung-together, passably readable form in order to replace us.  You’ve seen the same, very valid, arguments against letting this happen that I have and the same, also very valid, warnings.  There is no human reason a computer should be doing something humanity has done with pleasure and without prompting, for enjoyment alone, all the way back to the beginning dusty start of time - unless you want to strip the humans out of the equation and make a profit that way, which is what this is about.  I’m preaching to the choir when I say this is far and away beyond the Bad of a Bad Idea.  What I haven’t seen mentioned though is how this is going to effect the other side of the equation.  Not the creators of art -

the receivers of it.

Once upon a time, not that long ago, in the 1880s, a farmer had a rouge plant pop up in his apple orchard.  He uprooted it but the next year it was back.  He got rid of it again and, again, it came back.  Finally, he did the sensible thing and just let the plant grow.  Sure enough, it popped out apples after a time and he entered those apples in a tasting contest - because.... those were a thing back in Ye Olden Times apparently.  Anyway, wham bam thank you ma’am! They won the contest and the taste buds of the judges.  In short order the Apples, known as Stark Delicious, hit the stores and became an overwhelming favorite across the US.  They lived up to their name for sure and soon became known as Red Delicious Apples.  Farmers everywhere focused in on one type of apple and one type of apple alone as the demand for them surged.  Everyone wanted Red Delicious and so that’s what everyone planted.  Here’s the thing though.  Uniformity is king in situations like this and, instead of more Red Delicious apple trees leading to more variety, it actually led to more uniformity.  The ‘off parts’ of the apples were bred out, unattractive yellow streaks in their color, the thin skin that let them bruise easier during shipping, all the unattractive parts were left by the wayside.  Red Delicious apples soon looked as good as they tasted.  

Except - they didn’t really taste that good anymore. 

It turns out that in breeding them for uniformity and looks dropped the factors that gave them their flavor as well.  In time, every apple was a carbon copy of the apple before it and the end result was mushy flavorless thick skinned, albeit pretty, looking apples.  These days, consumers hardly touch them and farmers have started uprooting their Red Delicious in favor of Gala and the like.  Nobody liked Red Delicious anymore because there’s nothing left of what once made them delicious.

AI regurgitates what its been fed.  When its fed variety it regurgitates, to some extent, variety.  It’s intended to put the human oddities out of business, so to speak and take its place.  To turn out polished, pretty things to appeal to people’s tastes.  And, after a while, when humanity is out of the picture, it will only have other AIs to feed off of.  In time, the variety in its cannibalization will continue to narrow down as the stories become more and more alike as nothing new gets put in, as it simply tells the same ten stories, then the same five stories, than the same three over and over again.  Until its just the same words, strung together differently, with the same theme, the same character, the same half-nonsense story.  Until the inside of that story, that piece of art, that movie are all the same mealy, uninteresting mush that every other one is.  The yellow streaks and the thin skin of humanity phased out along with any hint of flavor.  The profitability will dry up as even the most spoon-fed, computer worshipers demand better.  Humanity will pick up where it left off, figuring out how to tell its own stories, paint its own art, sing its own songs and entertain its neighbors again.  Art is intrinsic to humans.  We always find our way back to it.

But the damage to the creative world in the meantime will be like a nuclear winter.  And who knows how long it will take generations raised on ‘Red Delicious’ apples to realize there are better flavors out there.

PS - nobody pushing for AI art right now cares that its not long term sustainable or that it won’t always be profitable.  It will make them money now.  The future they ruin will be someone else’s problem.  They know that.  

They’ve always known that.

[peachymilkandcream]

Hello, can you do a one shot or fic (your choice) where Y/n is Henry Emily's daughter and has an affair with William Afton? (she is of legal age, of course) I know it's wrong, but I've been thinking about it lately...

Either way, don't feel pressured to do this :) just do it if you feel comfortable! 💞

(If the text is strange it's because I don't speak English, I'm Brazilian and I use Google's Tumblr which automatically translates for me.)

William Afton x Reader -> Don't Tell Dad

(A/N: Ooh this is a good idea, I'm here for it!!! Now due to rules this isn't going to be smutty BUT I want to play on the dynamic of it :D And join in the brainrot of Afton being a goofy goober to Reader, we're all deep in it. Note: Reader is 18, because it's fucked in all other ways why not put in some great age difference and power imbalances ;) Also for context, this is after Henry kicked William out of the business and cut contact due to the death of his other daughter. (Ps. Your English translation is great! Glad to have you pop in!))

WARNINGS: implied dubcon if you squint (Afton's a bit manipulative about what he wants and due to the age difference consent is a bit dubious), big age difference, power imbalance, yandere themes/behaviours, violence, William is a warning himself, misogyny, Reader thinks it's hot William killed her sister because of the power, etc.

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Henry looked at his daughter, ever since she turned eighteen she had been acting differently. He assumed it was just a phase where she was exploring herself as a now woman, trying to decide what she wanted to do in life, where her path was headed. She had already been a bit of a partier in high school, doing more and more outrageous things to get his attention when the death of his daughter Charlie and the peril William had put his business into. Thankfully for them both that was behind him, the Afton family and were long since behind him.

"Where are you off to?" He asks, leaning in her doorway, unable to suppress pride about how she had turned her life around and became a wonderful young woman.

"Career counselling, remember?"

"Oh that's right." He had forgotten she had started going to a professional counsellor, she was taking her future seriously, so seriously she was going every week for advice. All of her poor life choices up until now she had regretted and was doing the most to make the right. "What's his name again?"

"Steve Raglan." She applies her lipstick, always making sure to look her best.

"Any useful advice?"

"Yeah, now I've got to go Dad, I'll see you later."

He doesn't get another word in as she hurries out the door, most likely late, a bad habit of hers. Gosh he was so proud of how grown up she was.

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William admired his work with his new client, as she got off his desk, knees still weak from being bent over it for the past hour and dripping. She knew who he was, what he was, there were no secrets between them, just something raw and primal. He had admitted to killing Charlie, expect her to scream in horror, instead she had looked at him with awe, impressed by his power and authority. That alone had made him look twice at the child from his long since hated but not forgotten business partner.

They were nothing serious by any means, he had come to understand she was a whore who just liked to bounce on dick. However he had convinced her that she would only be on his. In truth, he wasn't giving her career advice, he didn't want her to have one. Strung out as his bimbo wife was the end goal, barefoot and pregnant through all of her twenties. Although the secrecy was getting to him, he wanted to see Henry's face as his precious little girl, the only one he had left, was reduced to a bimbo by his worst enemy.

Which is why it started with different suggestions as things progressed, they went from his office, his car, her car, her garage, until finally her living room when Henry was away. Every time he tried to leave evidence of him being there, to make Henry torture his mind with suspicion. But the little doll always made sure everything was thoroughly cleaned.

Until one day she miscalculated how long it would take for Henry to make it across town and back.

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Henry was horrified, even after all these years he recognized him. The man who murdered his child got away with it and many other horrible crimes. And here was his only living child working to please that same heinous man.

"Get away from him!" He screams. "What did he threaten you with to make you do this!?"

She stares at him blankly, unsure of what to say.

"Go on dear, tell your dear old dad why you chose to do this." William taunts with a grin.

"I wanted to- willingly, no blackmail or anything-"

Henry seems dumbfounded. "Why?"

"Because, out of all the guys I've been with he's...special."

"Do you know what he did!? He murdered your sister! And countless other children and got away with it! Poor little Charlie rotting in a gutter because he had the whim to kill her! Did you know that!?"

When she remains silent, looking at the ground, his eyes widen in horror and disbelief as it clicks for him.

"Oh no..oh no no, you knew!? And you still think he's special!? How could you think that!?"

"I just do, alright!? And I'm going to keep being with him! I'm an adult now Dad I can do what I want!"

"No you will not, I'm calling the police."

"Go ahead Henry. But William Afton is legally dead, my name is Steve Raglan. I'll sue you for defamation of character."

"You think you can spit in my face like this and get away with it?"

William shrugs. "Yeah kind of."

"Get out of my house."

"Dad-"

"No! Enough out of you, get out of my house William!"

He stands to leave, a smug smirk on his face. "Fine fine, I'm going."

Henry watches with shock and sadness as his daughter rushes to William's side.

"Then I'm going with him."

"Are you serious? You would leave everything for the man who murdered your sister?"

"Yes, I love him and I'm not going to let you get in the way of it."

Anger boils up in him. "Then leave! Never come back! If you could betray this family like this then I don't want you here!"

Her eyes fill with angry determination as she follows William out, leaving Henry to stand there and wonder where it all went wrong.

[persephone11110]

Still My Beautiful Angel

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

TW: post-pregnancy, weight issues, insecurities, hurt/comfort, mention of sex,body image, mention of surgery..c-section scar, stretch marks,bradshaw babies, almost death, unhealthy societal views, slight smutty end, curse words

prompt: ❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜, credit: @nightprompts

reader nickname is Angel

this a random one-shot/ apart of FALLEN ANGEL Series

- in this fic i made carole short for caroline.— if your interested the babies name are Cobie Caroline Bradshaw , Nicholas Thomas Peter Bradshaw(pretend that flows together plZ)

- the babies are born after the uranium mission, abt 2024

I HAVE NEVER BEEN PREGNANT, SO THIS ISNT TO DISRESPECT ANYONE WHO HAS!

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Standing infront of the mirror, you kept turning left and right taking in the different angles of your new body. Your eyebrows creased in disgust and disappointment it had been eight months since Cobie and Nicky. Yet your body still hadn’t gone back to like it was before the babies.

You loved the twins, but you weren’t used to seeing your body be so different for so long. Bold red lines trailed all over your stomach— covering up your once cleared skin. “I hate me”.

Your hands ran over the scar below your bellybutton, it was an ugly reminder that Bradley would had spent his week making funeral plans for three people. You almost died, the babies almost died.

“Mrs. Bradshaw, you seemed to be suffering from pre-eclampsia, the next best thing for all three of you is a emergency c-section”.

You pushed and prodded at your skin, the six pack you once had was replaced with a pouch of skin. You couldn’t explain it but the reflection of your body made you angry, made you hate your body.

You leaned your head into the mirror.

Had did you not notice?

There’s even more stretch marks on your breast’s— obviously after you went from A cup to a C cup from carrying twins. They grew with the rest of your body.

There were dark circles under your eyebags, just under a week ago the twins had entered their teething phase. And let’s just say getting sleep had been your enemy lately then rather your friend.

“What happened to me?”

It was clearly evident that your body didn’t bounce back like it was supposed to.

Probably why Bradley won’t have sex with you, he can’t and quite honestly you don’t blame him. Bradley hasn’t offered up sex since before the twins were born.

Then again every time he hinted at having sex, you would shoot that chance down, telling him you were tired, your body was exhausted.

Which weren’t lies at all— you just dragged the truth.

You were so caught up in spending your time insulting yourself you hadn’t realized Bradley’s shadow.

Bradley finished his list of chores around the house and decided it was time to join his wife for some alone time. The twins were napping peacefully— when he came upstairs he thought he be met with his a happy wife, not a wife who’s face looked digusted at her own reflection.

He was perched against the doorway frowning at the way you’d been observing yourself.

“My God”

“Y/n?”he called out and you could hear the confusion in his voice.

It caught you completely off guard. Where did he come from?

Faster than the flash, you tightly wrapped your arms around your waist— hoping to hide your new body from him. Since the twins birth the only time Bradley seen you naked is when he helped take showers and get dress. And that was hard enough.

“I need to change really quickly” you said softly, eyes on the ground.

Bradley look between you and the shirt that 2 sizes to large and the mirror.

“Angel why are you hiding from me?”, he asked you, reaching for the shirt and grabbing it so you couldn’t have it. Tears began glimmering at your eyelids— he was there for every change of your body, but having Bradley see it now made you cry.

You shook your head ashamed and embarrassed.“I don’t look the same Bradley”.

You bit the inside of your cheek. The tears that welled in your eyes were now uncontrollably running down your face.

Bradley arms were instantly around you he pulled you tighly into his chest. You cried against muscular chest— you felt safe and comfortable in his embrace.

He let go of you—“Y/n, listen to me”. Bradley’s voice was laced with sternness and authority.

Your eyes drift to his.

“Your the most beautiful thing ever— I’ve ever laid my eyes on”. Bradley dropped a kissed onto your cheek. “Whatever you think is ugly, I see them as the most prettiest thing in the world”.

He dropped another kiss onto your cheeks.“Your body protected our kids for almost ten months despite what you think, your body is so gorgeous”.

“Let me see” he requested softly. You showed no interest in moving still. “Angel” he sighed moving your arms out of the way.

“I love this body so fucking much” he wrapped his around you tightly again. “This body gave us the greatest gifts we could ever ask for”.

He saw your body as a greek sculpture.

“You know angel all this talking is making me hungry” he stood back up with of the biggest grins you ever seen him pull. “Are you hungry?”

“Bradley” you shot him a pointed look.“You might wake up Cobie and Nicky”. You told him, shooting him down.

“I’ll be quiet Y/n— I promise” he was practically begging at his point.

“You have three hours to prove it to me”.

[lotusmi]

uhhh neville did talk abt the void state as the I am state. the void state is just the nickname to it. check @zen-shu s post to it. don't assume we don't even know what it is & ur experience does not change that ur pure consciousness aka the I am state is the sane pure consciousness as the void

ok, here we go then...

I got many people asking me why I said that I AM State is different from Void, I never really made a post about it since I did not wanted people to overthink by thinking they can enter 'I AM State' by "accident" while wanting to tap into the void, which is not possible, since the difference is in the intention, not in the affirmation "I AM..." that can be used to tap in both experiences. ♡ I know other bloggers don't agree with me in this topic, yet a experience is a experience. I don't feel 'upset' with it, I still appreciate them so much and it is okay if you don't agree with me.

I AM x VOID

"the I am state is the sane pure consciousness as the void" This is obvious, since there's not 2 consciousness. "Imagination is God, and there is no other God! His name is "I AM" forever and forever." I AM is the name of God, I AM is, actually, not a state. Nor is the void.

A state is what you identify as being or having. States are temporary, I AM is forever. States are not permanent, but I AM is. "A state is simply an attitude of mind, a body of belief, a phase of experience." “There are an infinite number of states. The state of health, the state of being unknown, all are only states and everyone is always in a state.” We are at many and many states right now. But we are ALWAYS I AM. And the void is always, nothingless. That's why I don't really like to call those experiences 'states'.

☯︎ I like to see I AM and VOID as yin yang. Creation is made by opposition. Hot and cold, good and evil, WHOLENESS AND NOTHINGLESS. Consciousness can experiment both.

+ "ur experience does not change that ur pure consciousness" I never said that.

Before reading about the void, I had read At Your Command by Neville. So I tried to do it, and it was exactly as most of experiences people had 3, 4 years ago, before 'void' being a 'method' to ''get desires instantly''. Neville Goddard students had experienced the same I did.

I closed my eyes and started repeating "I am.. I am" and I got numb, then I felt like I was everything, saw my city from the sky (it was not a astral travel), then I felt like I was the trees, the world, other people, I saw the Gold Melting and then I saw myself in the body of my sp, we had fighted some weeks before, and I felt he was sorry and saw him apologizing, I understood "everyone is you pushed out" that day. Then I really entered the state of being forgiven, as Neville said, it's simple to enter a state when you know you are all the states. When I left, I got a text from my sp, saying he was sorry and missed me.

I had others I AM experiences where I felt like being every part of creation, feeling myself being them and all of that. The last was last year, I shared one with Vesora. (ignore the grammar)

A lot of people said to me "this is just what you experienced, it's some random thing." well but it was not only me, here I linked lot's of I AM experiences from NevilleGoddard/reddit. Most of them were posted way before of void being know as this 'magical method'. They did what Neville Goddard said, this was the "I AM" meditation. Am I saying the void did not existed back then? No! The void always existed, but it was not knew as a "manifesting tool" as it now is. And it was not knew this way (we now know) by the old Law of Assumption community. They believed they could change their states using 'I am technique', but they thought they would have to wait a "bridge of incidents", and that the desire would not be manifested instantly. Then here we found the difference.

+Golden Melting experiences commented by Neville (you can skip if you want): "A bolt of lightning splits man in two from the top of his skull to the base of his spine. He is cleft as though he were a tree that had been struck by lightening. at the base of his severed body he sees “the blood of Jesus”, a pool of molten gold; he knows it is himself; then fusing with “the blood of Jesus” he ascends his severed spine in a serpentine motion into his skull. This is to fulfil the Scripture; “This Son of Man must be lifted up as the serpent was lifted up by Moses in the wilderness” (John 3:14)." - Neville Goddard (from He breaks the Shell)

"I was sitting in the Silence, not thinking of anything in particular, just simply contemplating this interior structure of the brain as it were. If you turn your eyes, mentally turn them inward and just let them rest upon the interior of your skull, in a little while all these dark convolutions of the brain grow luminous and they fascinate you. The whole thing becomes liquid and golden liquid light. So while watching this wonderful golden liquid light, suddenly out of the nowhere came a stone, a rock. There’s nothing more sterile, nothing more opaque, nothing more contracted as far as imagery is concerned than a rock. So here was a rock, this quartz. As I looked at it, just simply looking at it, not wondering why it’s before me, but there it is before me, and suddenly it became fragmented, broken into unnumbered pieces. Then all these little pieces were gathered together, but not re-formed into the rock (the original form) but into a human shape. And here it takes human form. Here, I am seeing a man seated in the lotus posture. I became intrigued. As I looked closer, I’m looking at myself. I am the being that I’m contemplating. Here he is seated in the lotus posture and just the very image of the being I knew myself to be. As I looked at him, he began to glow and he increased in luminosity until he reached the limit of intensity, and then he exploded. Then I returned to this level with only the memory of what I had experienced." - Neville (He Is Meditating Me)

"your whole body is split from top to bottom, revealing blood…but the blood is living, golden, liquid light. As you look at it, you not only know it is yourself, but you know it is the Creator and Redeemer…and yet you know it is yourself (Blake, Jer., Plt.96)." - Neville (Everyone Has the Plan in Him)

"you see the golden liquid light that is truly life itself" - Neville (What Must We Do? Believe!)

"At the base of the spine is a pool of golden living liquid light, and as I looked at it I knew it was myself. Here I am a pool of living liquid light" - Neville (Imagination’s Power)

"When you go into the Silence and you see this golden liquid light that moves and moves and moves all through the brain." - Neville (Remembrance of Things Future)

Another topic, most important one for me, is that I AM was knew as this experience where you discover/FEEL you are God, that the world is within you, that everyone is you pushed out. Not as only a tool to "change the world", but as a way to understand YOU are the world and the world comes from you. Then you stop desiring, since you know there's nothing to create, but to accept. Accept that creation is finished, and it is all coming from us. So we don't have to change the world, but change SELF with the knowing we ARE GOD.

The void obsession comes when you think that in order to have what you want, you think you need to access something outside of you, "God power", you have to do something, you have to do a method, you need to tap into the void, etc. But you forget, you ALREADY are God. You focus in 3d and you think "I have to change it". But you don't have to change nothing in the outside, you have to change SELF. And repeating/feeling I AM, which first was a beautiful way Neville taught of understanding you are God, a way to free yourself, "be still and know I am God", turned into a 'hype', a 'escape', a obsession, something that people think they need to somehow enter so that they can change their world, they forget that there's no way to change the world since all you can change is SELF, and that Self, is GOD.

So, at least for me, those are the meaning of the names we are used to think are synonym of "void", based in what they meant in the past:

ps: yes, I know void, God and I AM WORDS have the same meaning of "Conciousness, awareness, mind". But the meaning the community gave to each of them in terms of the name of the different experiences, mean different things.

God State:

"The god state is when you know that you are creating, you know that everything that you desire is coming to you [is already yours!!]. It’s a state where you have full trust that you are manifesting your life.

Being in the god state feels effortless, you know that everything is responding to your thoughts and assumptions."

I AM (as a meditation/experience):

A experience where you feel yourself to be all. Wholeness, everything, everyone. Gold melting. The nature, the animals, you get visions, you almost feel overwhelmed by the knowing nothing exists without being part of you.

VOID:

"When he attains the state of void, all thoughts cease for then pure Thought thinks itself alone." Stillness, emptiness, blackness, nothingless. You don't feel nor see nothing. Know as method to manifest instantly or shift.

+ Can I accidentaly experience one of those? No. If you want to enter THE VOID, you have the intention, you are naturally expecting to 'enter' the void, so you will enter the void.

Again, you don't have to agree with me. But I guess I had included great evidence that sustain my arguments, so that's the post, my views on it.

✩ I see I AM and VOID as WORDS to represent what it is to be/feel God aware of the whole creation, and be/feel God aware of the nothingless the creation was made of.

[staybabblingbaby]

Felix Tinder AU (First Date Part) A1 D1

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: You match with what you think is a Stray Kids fan account on Tinder. You get along great with the account's owner, and think it's probably your most successful match to-date. Little do you know who's actually behind the screen...

Word Count: 1,543

Notes: I've avoided posting this one for so long because I've ended up doing something completely different, and it's probably going to end up as a hybrid SMAU for the actual thing. Plus, I didn't know Felix was religious when I wrote this and now it feels kind of disrespectful... Still! That's the purpose of the Archive! To see the writing in all of it's stages! So it's going up. There is no sequential part rn, but there is another attempt I will be posting soon that's VERY different.

Warnings: Talking about Religion and Parasocial relationships at one point.

Leave me comments or questions or anything! Love hearing from folks <3

Masterlist | Next Part (Coming soon!)

As you pull to a stop in front of the fanciest hotel you’ve ever seen in your life, you can’t help but wonder how you’d gotten here. Feeling small and dirty in your beat up little car, you pull out your phone. Tinder’s fire-y little logo taunts you as you pull up the chat you need.

Ah, yes. Tinder. The root of all your problems, honestly. Not actually, but it feels like it right this second.

It had all started a few weeks ago. You were going through one of your lonely phases, where you started trying to join hobbyist groups and downloaded every dating app in existence in desperate attempts to at least make a friend. You’d do this just about every year or so, despite the fact that you were never able to make close or long lasting relationships through it, platonic or otherwise.

You’d always end up too busy with work or burn out your social battery way too early into a friendship to be passing up the opportunity to hang out. Not to mention quickly getting overwhelmed with the dating apps and retreating from them post-haste. It was a vicious cycle of loneliness and social exhaustion that you hadn’t figured out how to escape yet.

Tinder happened to be one of the dating apps you’d downloaded. Though you always had ‘NO HOOKUPS’ in all caps at the start of your profile, Tinder had always had great results for you in terms of matches. You’d met several long and short-term friends through the app, though no romantic prospects as of yet. Probably not ever, given Tinder’s nature, but you’d remain hopeful, if doubtful.

It had been during your initial binge-swiping that you’d noticed a funny profile. With just a cute Bbokari picture and a few video game memes in their gallery, the fully filled out profile and simple name, ‘Felix’, had felt intriguing. It had seemed just a bit backwards for what you recall Tinder being all about, regardless of how complicated the profiles got.

‘Travelling the US for a couple months, let’s cross paths!’ read the first line of the profile. You’d weighed the pros and cons of potential long distance and immediately decided that you didn’t care. Your profile was set for friends, anyways, and you‘d long had more internet friends than irl ones.

You’d swiped without anymore thought and lo’ and behold you’d matched immediately. Still riding the surge of social energy that came with deciding you’re desperate enough for dating apps, you’d decided to open with a little joke.

‘So, is this a SKZ fan account on Tinder or something? bc i could b into that lol’

You probably should have expected the immediate reply, seeing as you’d made your account all of 30 minutes prior and he’d swiped on you first, judging by the immediate match. Of course he was online. It’d still caught you off guard though.

‘Something like that lol. You a STAY?’

‘something like that :p’ ‘enough of one 2 have a bunch of their songs on my playlist, but that’s all i’ll say on that’

‘aw c’mon, who’s your bias?’

‘nuh uh, i’ve said enough. k-pop babble requires level 3 friendship’

‘lol alright, i’ll ask how your days been then’ ‘How’s your day going?’

The rest was, as they say, history. The two of you had really hit it off and kept chatting even as you quickly grow overwhelmed and stop your swiping crusades. You tell him about your forays into building a social life and, when that doesn’t pan out, about your latest crochet projects. He, in turn, tells you that he and his friends are traveling all over the US for work over the next couple of months and provides you with silly hotel room anecdotes.

If you never thought more deeply about the coincidence of a guy named Felix having a Bbokari picture on his Tinder profile, well, there were millions of STAYs worldwide. It only made sense that there was at least one Felix bias named Felix out there.

It’s only a few days later that you feel solid enough in your budding friendship to ask a burning question.

‘Not to switch topics (i’m sure my crochet rants r riveting), but can i ask a question?’

‘(They absolutely are) sure!’ ‘I retain my right to silence tho ;P’

‘lol fair ennough’

‘I was just wondering y you don’t have any pics on here?’ ‘I’m p convinved ur not a serial killer by now’

‘I could be, you never know!’ ‘stranger danger’

[pause represented either by text or in fake text tbd]

‘i’m just shy’ ‘I like to talk before anything else’

‘That’s fair’ ‘I’m good at talking lol’ ‘you may have noticed im a bit of a yapper’

‘lol’ ‘yeah, i like it :D’

You had to pretend very hard not to be flustered after that conversation. And also try very hard not to examine why that simple acknowledgement sent your heart fluttering.

You’d quickly switched the subject back to ranting about how black yarn was the devil and despairing about your lack of ability to count. You may be minorly allergic to serious conversations, but Felix hadn’t seemed to mind.

Another week goes by, Felix keeps you updated on his cross-country adventure and you whine about how much you envy his job for letting him travel. He laughs you off and retorts with how exhausting it gets. He seems to be genuinely enjoying the hell out of whatever it is he’s doing though, so you don’t take him too seriously.

As time goes on your conversations get deeper. It’s towards the end of a conversation about religion, belief systems, and community that something shifts between you, ever so slightly.

‘ok but like’ ‘and hear me out here’ ‘religion is a parasocial relationship with a being of dubious existence’

‘lol what?’

‘No but fr!’ ‘ok so, like’ ‘listen it’s like k-pop idols, right?’

‘right?’

‘LISTEN, ok, so you know how, like, idols are basically manufactured to build a parasocial relationship with fans?’ ‘to the point some fans are actually insane about it?’

‘I’m well aware, yes’

‘Well religion is the same thing, i mean, think about it!’ ‘I have not met a devout Christian who wasn’t a lil insane abt their relationship with God’ ‘some are rlly nice abt it, but they literally say “our holy father who art in heaven” and call themselves his children’ ‘THAT is a parasocial relationship!’ ‘It’s the same w idols, right?’ ‘except the relationship is dating or friends or whatever image theyre curating’

‘right’

‘and think about it this way ok’ ‘the reason parasocial relationships are treated with cuation despite our predisposition to them as humans in the digital age is because they get dangerous when people delude themselves into thinking its real’ ‘It’s the same thing with religion except theyre encouraged 2 believe its all real in an attempt to instill them with certain morals’ ‘That’s how you get religous extremests’

‘I hadn’t thought of it that way’

‘and don’t get me wrong! I eat that shit up. I’m on bubble and all sorts. it’s just a facinating parallel between religon and fan spaces and the communities they create.’ ‘some fandoms are more organized than some churches i’ve seen’

‘i think this is the first time you’ve mentioned k-pop since we started talking’ ‘so you’re on bubble, huh? interesting’

‘Noooo my babbling has betrayed me!’ ‘I always knew it would T^T’

‘lol i still wanna know who your bias is’

‘you’ll die wondering’

‘well, then, what are your thoughts about meeting an idol?’

‘what is this, an interview?’

‘maybe’

‘lol ok’

‘i mean, in the vein of all fans, i’d be thrilled? ig?’

‘ig?’

‘Well, i’m kinda scared lol’ ‘idols intimidate me’

‘aw why are you scared?! i’m sure they’re lovely’

‘lol they’d have to b xD’ ‘idk man they just scare me! If i saw an idol in the wild i’d flee, no hesitation’ ‘poof, gone’

‘lolol imagine that poor idol saw you book it the other direction’

‘they’d survive lol’ ‘but nah, yeah, i’d be thrilled to meet an idol but i’d pass out i think’

‘well don’t do that’

‘listen, strangers scare me enough, attractive strangers that i admire very much? terrifying’

‘fair enough ig’ ‘so you wouldn’t talk to an idol if given the chance?’

‘y r u so interested? this is a weird line of question’

‘i’m just curious!’

‘i mean, depends on the context? a fan sign or something i’d probably b fine, if a nervous wreck, but like’ ‘in public?’ ‘I’d prolly keep my distance’ ‘like’ ‘Idols deserve their privacy too, yknow?’ ‘nerves aside, leaving them tf alone would just be the polite thing’ ‘idols are people too, yknow? I try not to forget that, regardless of how godly their music’

‘I agree’ ‘I think they’d appriciate that’

‘right? and, like, if i ever met an idol i’d have to confront the reality that they themselves are real, yknow?’ ‘it wouldn’t make me less of a fan but i’d def feel weird about several fan activities’

‘lol like what?’

‘wouldn’t you like to know weather boy?’

After that conversation, you couldn’t put your finger on it, but something had shifted in your friendship.

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Untitled (angsty unfinished Goinko AU blurb)

I'll never finish this, and it's choppy with a ton of different little jumps around. BUT HERE IT IS lol. There's no resolution because it's not finished. So if you aren't in a place where you can handle angst with no resolution, please be aware of that. (as someone who is also tired of angst with no happy ending, I'm sorry 😭). I've been in a very angsty mood lately, for obvious reasons...

I'll also provide some context before you start reading since this is literally nowhere near fleshed out. In this non-curse AU, Rinko moved to Tokyo to be closer to Shoko and Nanami after her mother died.

TW: implicit mention of suicidal ideation. Please read at your own discretion.

Would love to know your thoughts if you have any 💕

As they walked, Saori talked about how she’d met her boyfriend through a few mutual friends, and they’d hit it off. She babbled excitedly about how he had been upfront with her that he’d struggled with relationships in the past but that he really wanted to figure things out with her. Apparently, they’d been together almost two years, and he’d been nothing short of wonderful.

“He’s so charming,” she sighed dreamily. “Honestly, I was surprised how caring he can be. He doesn’t seem like the type when you first meet him.”

Rinko hummed quietly, barely noticing when Saori stopped and turned when her name was called.

“Oh, Satoru!”

That had her freezing in her tracks, her lips pursed to the side.

It wasn’t an uncommon name. It couldn’t be-

“Hey, babe.” Fate was cruel. “Thanks for meeting me. How’s the first week been? That your new coworker?”

“Yeah,” Saori replied happily. “It’s been great!” They caught up with Rinko, and she took a deep breath as she turned to see him staring at her. “Satoru, this is-”

“Rinko,” Gojo breathed, blinking quickly before he cleared his throat. “Hey.”

“Oh,” Saori looked between them. “You already know each other.”

“Used to,” Rinko clarified, turning to meet Saori’s eyes. “Had a few mutual friends. But it’s been-”

“Years,” Gojo finished for her, his bright blue eyes staring at her intently. “How have you been?”

Struggled with relationships was right. The man had enough girlfriends to start a damn harem. He got bored easily, she’d realized. Short attention span. He needed excitement, which he thought meant constant spontaneity. Constant change. Always something new. And she hadn’t felt new after a year or so.

She’d expected it, with how distant he became, how uninterested he was in spending time together. Considered herself lucky she’d even made it a year with him.

But it had been inevitable for him to get bored of her.

“Been good,” she replied, turning away. “We should try to beat the lunch rush if we can.”

Saori, bless her, was trying to figure out how to keep the conversation going. But every attempt to talk to Gojo was met with a distracted hum, and the last thing Rinko wanted to do was sit and talk to Gojo and the person who had apparently been able to change his mind about relationships. There was no escaping, though. After lunch, she was returning to work alongside this woman. And she needed to act like a fucking adult because she was more than capable of being one.

A college boyfriend shouldn’t even phase her, so why did she even care now?

They hadn’t worked out. It wasn’t like he’d promised her marriage or the world. She’d clearly been a stepping stone for him learning how to be in a relationship, and that was fine. People did that all the time. That was what dating was.

 “So, you’re friends with Shoko?” Saori asked tentatively.

“Yeah,” Rinko answered, nodding. It wasn’t Saori’s fault that, for some fucking reason, seeing Gojo again dug up all those damned questions she’d had about her own worth years ago. “We grew up together.”

The double dates with Shoko and Geto had been one reason they’d even started dating in the first place. Out of convenience so it wasn’t so damn awkward. That was it. It was never meant to be anything more than that. She was never something that was meant to be kept-

For fuck’s sake, that was way too dramatic.

“Shoko’s so wonderful,” Saori noted, grinning. “It’s amazing she’s able to put up with Suguru so well.”

Rinko snorted, nodding again as she thought about how insufferable those two had been when they started dating.

“Like two pieces of a fucking puzzle,” she’d complained in disgust, throwing one of the pillows from their couch at them. “You two really were meant for each other.”

Five years and going strong. She was positive Geto would be proposing any time now since Shoko would be starting her residency soon.

“It’s why she drinks so much,” Rinko said lightly. “Her drinking picked up right around when they started dating.”

“She does drink quite a bit!” Saori giggled, her eyes lighting up. “Her tolerance is incredible-”

“Been that way since high school,” Rinko informed her, shrugging. “She’s been a borderline alcoholic since she was sixteen. At least she and Geto quit smoking.”

Wrapping her arms around Shoko tightly, she grinned at her best friend.

“Happy for you,” Rinko murmured, squeezing her. “It’s about damn time.”

“I was waiting for the right moment,” Geto argued, tugging her into a hug of his own. “But thanks for your congrats-”

“He blurted it out while I was on the toilet,” Shoko informed her, snickering at Geto’s wide-eyed look. “If that isn’t real love, I guess I don’t know what is.”

Rinko gagged but couldn’t help cackling along with her. It really sounded like those two idiots.

“Imagine when you two have kids,” she gasped, smacking Shoko on the arm as they bent over. “‘Your daddy proposed to me while I was taking a shit-’”

“You’re the worst kind of person,” Geto sighed, waving happily at someone behind her. “Satoru! You’re late.”

“Got held up,” his voice drawled, followed by a giggle from Saori. “Distracted-”

She needed a fucking drink.

“More information than I wanted,” Geto scoffed, giving his best friend a hug. “Glad you could make it.”

“‘Course,” Gojo replied, grinning. “It’s about damn time.”

Geto slapped his hand over Shoko’s mouth before she could say anything.

“You don’t have to tell everyone about-”

“The fact that you blurted out that you wanted her to marry you while she was taking a shit?” Rinko asked for her, accepting the high five. “I feel like she definitely needs to tell everyone. I’ll make sure it goes the little ‘save the date’ flyers you send-”

A hand covered her mouth from behind, the voice in her ear annoyed.

“Please, stop,” Nanami deadpanned, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I didn’t want to know that.”

“And there are things I wish I didn’t know about you,” she lamented, bumping her hip against his girlfriend’s playfully. “But we all suffer for our friends. When are you two gonna get married?”

“Soon,” he replied, smirking. “But I won’t be asking her while she’s-”

“I hate all of you,” Geto groaned, turning when the waitress called his name for their table. “Why am I still friends with any of you?”

“Because you’re marrying my best friend,” Rinko said smugly, looping her arm through Shoko’s. “We’re a package deal, remember?”

He grumbled as they took their seats, and she tensed when Nanami ended up next to Geto instead of Gojo.

“Still third-wheeling those two, huh?” Gojo teased, taking the seat next to her. “Gets a bit more tolerable when you have someone, too, ya know.”

As things began winding down, Rinko finally let her head rest on her arms as she closed her eyes.

“You okay?”

She was fucking exhausted.

Wedding planning with Shoko on top of trying to figure out how the fuck she could take care of the twins threatened to push her over the edge.

At least with the wedding being out of the way, she would only have one major thing to worry about.

Like how she might be able to afford lawyers to fight Ogi so the twins didn’t have to go back to her piece of shit uncle.

“Hey.” Gojo poked her lightly when she didn’t respond. “You alive?”

Catching his hand when he went to poke her again, she lifted her head groggily.

“What is it?” she asked, blinking quickly to stay awake. “What’s wrong? Does Shoko need something?”

“When was the last time you slept?” he asked, his eyes watching her face closely. “You look like shit.”

“Sure know how to charm a girl,” she muttered, reaching for her water. “I’m fine.”

“You look tired,” he repeated. “Are you okay?”

She missed her mom. She would know what to do. How to handle everything. But maybe that was why she was so overwhelmed to begin with. Nothing had felt right since she’d lost her mom.

“Got a lot going on lately.” She gave a light shrug. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

Setting her shoes to the side, she released a heavy breath.

There wasn’t much point left in staying. The twins hated her because she’d let them down. Her mother was gone. No one needed her anymore.

There’d barely been much of a point for her to keep going without her mother, anyway.

She wondered where she’d gone wrong. Why things had gone to hell. Why her mother had to die. Why she’d been born in the first place.

A stepping stone? More like a hindrance. Nothing she did ever made a difference. The fact that she’d disappointed the twins so heavily proved that.

She’d only ever been something to hold Shoko back, too. Always tagging along and forcing her to constantly worry about her-

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

The voice startled her, and she slipped, her grasp on the rail not holding as she fell.

Peace. She could finally just sleep-

A hand grabbed her arm, roughly hauling her back onto the bridge.

“What the fuck?” Gojo snarled, grabbing her shoulders and shaking. “What are you fucking doing?”

“What are you- why are you- how-”

“Shoko asked me to check on you,” he snapped, clenching his jaw. Her best friend had wasted time on her honeymoon to ask him to check on her. “Said it was- what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Do you know how upset people would be? How much your friends would miss-”

“They’ll forget,” she cut him off, pushing him away. “They- don’t need me. No one does. And I-”

“What about the twins?” he fumed, refusing to let her go. “The twins need-”

Her chest hurt, and she tried to move back to the edge as he held her back.

“I lost them,” she admitted, grasping her hair in her hands as her legs gave out. Sinking to the ground, she let the sobs shake through her. “I couldn’t help them. I couldn’t- fucking do anything for them. They- they fucking hate me-”

“Your mom wouldn’t want you to-”

“She’s dead,” she cried, gasping for air. She tried to claw her way toward the edge, but his hold only tightened around her. “And I’ve wished she’d taken me with her every second she’s been gone. I don’t- I don’t have any- there’s nothing left for me and I- just want to sleep-”

“Then take a fucking nap,” he snapped, grasping her face. “This- this isn’t- Rinko, you can’t just-”

“Just- please just let me-”

“No.”

So, not so fun fact: it's a common practice in Japan for people to leave their shoes when they commit suicide so that people will know to contact their families. Adults will typically leave their wallets as well because that makes it easier.

Also, I know it's bad to make light of a dark situation like that, but I kinda cackled when I wrote that last bit with Gojo responding to Rinko saying she just wants to sleep by telling her to take a nap. It just feels so on-brand for the two of them.

I feel very vulnerable posting this lol because I feel like it might be too dark? But hopefully it’s still okay 🙃

[lightofraye]

I was among those people who used to think Jensen and Danneel were just a normal couple and some anti-danneel gossip blogs are just overanalysing each and everything they are doing to feed their own entertainment. I mean, couples do pull eachothers leg, makes fun of their spouses; I have seen wives playfully making frustrating comments on their husband’s abilities of household chores and husbands taking that cheerfully. That did not look abnormal to me or I was not attentive enough to find out a pattern.

But my conception changed fast at the time of prequel announcement. One thing crossed my mind is that- I understand Jensen was busy with other shoots but what Danneel was doing when the internet broke after Jared's tweet? If she is such a strong woman why cannot damage control? I started side-eyeing them and did not take long to see the holes between their aparent happy marriage. I clearly saw at the first public appearence since TW how awful they looked together, how it looked like they just had a big fight on the way and can barely tolerate each other. And that feeling kept on escalating. The last wales con, it is so evident that Jensen just cannot tolerate her anymore.

I am now sure they were never a real happy couple, but I guess their relationship started faltering after SPN, especially after TW where they tried it professionally. There were a lot of differences, lot of compromises from Jensen's part since she doesn’t look like one who can take her foot down once. These things have to have lingering effect in their marriage. I have to give it to Jensen that he actually still tries to uplift his wife's image publicly and overdoes it, and to be honest I can clearly see it comes from the insecurities he has with his marriage and the conciousness that people might find out and his image will be destroyed.

I don’t want to put all the responsibilities of prequel mess to Danneel ever. It was Jensen's concious choice, he chose to milk the legacy of SPN so shamelessly, he chose to jeopardise a friendship of 15 years for money and insult a person who really cares for him and no way Danneel can be responsible for it. But you know, after this very incident I started seeing Jensen as a human being, before that I was a blind admirer who used to think he is perfect in every way. I gave it a thought, and felt that this mess could be made by any human being living in his situation. That was covid time, he was already dreading years of unemployment ahead, and he has a wife who looks like constantly nagging and dragging him for more money - and here he had to choose his family and career over moralities. I always wonder if there are some more stories behind prequelgate which we will never know, and I wonder if Jared knows some of them and that’s why he continued this friendship and forgave him. However that's a different discussion. But the whole phase of TW Jensen did not seem to be proud of his genuinely for once, his marriage stories sounded more and more fake, and I feel he is secretly relieved that TW ended for good. We can only hope he will keep Danneel out of the business or his name, but I know she has much more hold on him for taking this decision.

I hope Jensen will be released from this marriage one day, but I don’t think he wants to. He thinks Danneel is what he deserves, and he has to settle for it. That’s the problem.

Realised I ranted too much😂 I admire your blog and you, you have a high EQ and it shows. Cheers!

Wow! I got an essay for once! Whoo-hoo!

Hi anon!

Okay. Let's read this together… and my responses as I read.

RE: among those people who used to think Jensen and Danneel were just a normal couple.

Honestly, and I know my haters and detractors won't believe me, I was the same. I always felt there was something off, but I only saw a few clips. I took it to be jealousy/envy that Danneel had such a great guy as her husband.

Theeennnnn I really got into the fandom, the full videos (not just clips that made her look good), and listened to conventions.

I did an immediate 180 after that.

Ahem. Anyway… onward.

RE: Prequel. Yeah… Danneel couldn't handle the blowback. To call her a businesswoman is an insult to businesswomen and business folk out there. I think that really helped open a lot of eyes about how she lies through her teeth all the time. (Her saying she's watched Supernatural and knows all of Cas's lines and oops, guess what? Lied!)

RE: Wales. That con also opened a lot of eyes too. Seeing Danneel put him down over and over, claiming credit for stuff she never did.

RE: Jensen trying to uplift her image. I wonder if he's doing that in part to preserve his own image or if it's really to keep himself from further problems with Danneel. I'm thinking the second part, really.

RE: Seeing Jensen as a human being. Hallelujah! Welcome to the world of human beings!

RE: Prequel aftermath. I do think Jared and Jensen are closer than we know, and that Jared has a very big heart. I know for some it was too much, what Jensen did, but… I'm forever grateful to Jared for still being Jensen's friend. He's one of scant few who isn't a leech and using Jensen. Jensen needs that true friendship, more than ever.

RE: Hope Jensen will be released from the marriage.

Yes… a victim struggles with self-worth and self-value. He actually thinks he deserves this and no better. I hope some day he knows he deserves more. All we can do is send that love and energy to him.

RE: Ranted. Hey! That's okay! You said so much and I appreciate it all! In fact, I appreciate you recognized the unhealthy elements of the Ackles' marriage and how toxic Danneel can be.

I admire your blog and you, you have a high EQ and it shows.

Aww! Thank you so much. 🥰 I truly needed to hear that today.

[drowninnoodles]

Back to UT/DR phase, baby

I spent way too much time looking for this information so if anyone is curious...

Its mostly some pseudo physics things :p

Well, I think everyone here knows this quote:

I haven't seen anyone actually break down Undertale and make references to quantum physics, but if someone did, I'd be grateful for the links because I find it very interesting. Well, I thought I'd try to do it myself, even though I don't know anything about mathematics or physics. I will rely entirely on internet sources, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

I will also speak rather briefly because no one will want to read long descriptions about something neither of us will understand.

We can start with an obvious introduction about the fact that, of course, this science is about photons and protons. I don't know if there's a point in explaining what I'm referring to, because of course it's the whole thing with Negative Photons in UT, but I'd like to remind you again of my old theory about the black hole. But that's in a moment.

However, this physics is deeply connected with philosophical issues and this is what I am initially going to talk about. So let's start with the, so appropriately named, view of Determinism. In short, it says that all decisions and events are inevitable. Of course, this is the opposite of free will, the ability of individuals to make decisions, because everything is already written down in advance. There are different visions of this view, but I want to specifically address the fact that, according to some, the universe is a determined system. Of course, what I'm pointing to here is that every game has a script that assumes what will happen after making some decision and what ending we will have at, well, end of the game.

Determinism leads us to the next theory, the multiverse or many words theory. This is, by the way, my favorite theory of the world and I'm not talking about Undertale, but about our real one. However, I will explain it as simply as I can, and also remind you that Toby himself said that there are “AUs” in the UT and DR universe. Multi worlds theory is basically that DR may be a world existing in parallel with Undertale, but some event or decision made them go in two different directions. Quite hypothetically, let's take into account that the point in history that divided the universe into two, into Undertale and Deltarune, was the war between Humans and Monsters. During this war, humans and monsters had two possible outcomes, humans winning or monsters winning. We know what happened when the humans won, because this story is basically what we know from Undertale. But what if the monsters won? For now, we can only guess that this is a story from Deltarune, but nothing has been confirmed.

Another example would be that when you play Undertale you have a lot of options to choose from, right? So let's follow this lead and choose the most significant one, i.e. killing or not. Of course, the ending of True Pacifist is generally considered to be the true ending, but in Genocide we also get one. Here we started one story in the same way, but our choice created two different worlds existing in parallel. One world is the one where everyone is happy and the other is the one where everyone is dead. Of course, the fact that we have a choice does not give us complete free will, here the theory is combined with the already mentioned determinism. Because although we make decisions, their consequences are already determined, they exist because there is a game script. By the way, maybe why there are so many cats in Deltarune is simply a reference to the so-called Schördinger's Cat, but this is just a guess.

In any case, quantum physics nicely explains the existence of what we call the timeline.

While searching Wikipedia, I also came across something called String Theory, but I can't understand it, so you'll have to forgive me.

Now I will talk about what I consider to be the most logical explanation of the history of what "Dark Darker Yet Darker" refers to. Black Hole, of course.

The Black Hole has such a strong force of gravity that nothing, not even light, can escape from it. When an object falls into such a hole, all information about it is lost for observators. There is a black hole information paradox, but once again, my brain is too small to understand. We can also keep in mind that "darkness keeps growing” didn't mean it was getting darker. That meant there was literally MORE of it. Black Holes grow by eating matter, and I dare to propose a theory that opening the Fountains in Deltarune creates small micro black holes that, if not sealed, can devour the world.

Now let me remind you of the well-known fact that passing through this Hole is called Spaghettification or the Pasta Effect. In this process, the object or, in our case, a person, is torn to pieces and their matter is added to the black hole. Poor Gaster, I guess.

As for Sans, Quantum jumping isn't just thing, it's an actual thing in science. Yes, it's something that gives you access to alternate universes. This goes completely back to what I said earlier, that every decision opens up another new world to us, and somewhere we probably exist in another world at the same time. These jumps involve visualizing yourself in a given place and... that's it. You will then attract events that will help you achieve this, which will make you appear in the timeline you wanted to jump to. So personally, I don't think Sans teleports per se. For example, imagine that you meet Sans near his house, and then you go on and meet him again, but this Sans is not 100% the same because he came here from a different timeline. Does this make sense? It depends on whether I explained it well XD.

Also remember that moment when Sans is in several places at the same time? Yes, this also applies to jumping.

I think a good explanation for this might be "It's raining somewhere else". It's raining somewhere else because there was a possibility that it might or might not rain. It is not raining in this world you are in now, but in a parallel space-time it is raining because factors have occurred that allow it to happen.

By the way, according to Google, it is impossible to create a black hole in a laboratory. Oh well.

However, if someone hypothetically created one, intentionally or not, being close to it would have no chance of escaping.

Whoops?

I think it's also worth noting that it's damn cold inside such a hole, -237,15°C is, yeah, a little bit of not sunny.

Maybe that's why Black Holes are so Cool…

So summary at the end:

-Determinism means that everything is written down in advance, i.e. basically the game script.

-Many worlds and Multiverse theory explains why Sans is everywhere, and also that all timelines are happening at once

-Black holes tear people to pieces and it's called Spaghettification. (we all know it)

I don't know anything about physics, so these are just my thoughts.