#i suck at making sensible decisions.

[satans-knitwear]

two sides of me at war with eachother rn. i can only afford one (1) basket for october/november. Do I go with Delicious or Homebody?? both would get very well worn.

[chronicillnesscaneffoffplease]

I graduated from my bachelor degrees yesterday. It still feels like a bit of a dream.

I’ve got two fancy pieces of paper now, and a fancy hat, and a feeling of pride that I made it through uni, let alone while my health crashed and burned around me, through multiple investigative surgeries and procedures, and so many diagnoses, in the midst of a global pandemic. I, and many of my friends, and my peers, we made it.

But the day took a huge toll on me. Wake up early to get ready. Ready includes the waist-high compression stockings I sometimes don’t have the strength to put on. Struggle with them for a solid while. A beautiful dress, with pockets!! Wear sensible shoes, with a low heel and additional arch support. Worry about tripping or fainting while walking the stage for a good long while. Instead, trip and fall on the way to registration, banging my knee onto carpet covered concrete. Ouch. Sit in the shade, with sunnies on, hoping I don’t develop a migraine while waiting for doors to open for us to be seated in the hall. Walk the stage without any issues, but lean heavily on the bannister as I cautiously take the steps off the stage. Let loose and allow myself a glass of champagne to celebrate after. Roll my ankle again, walking to a photo location after the ceremony. Start to feel exhausted, but know we still have dinner plans. Majorly enjoy dinner, almost forgetting that my stomach will hate me for it later. Still had to take my meds, still had to pay attention to most of my pain and migraine mitigation strategies on this day that’s so special, but cannot be just about me, because it is also about my managing my illnesses and how they are never going away.

So here I am at home, resting, nursing a twice sprained ankle, a sore knee, a gastro intestinal tract that can’t deal with the excitement and nerves and lovely celebration dinner, a flu-like feeling and thermoregulation issues and malaise (so a fatigue flare up basically). But it was worth it.

I did it. And I’m going to keep doing it at my own pace as long as I can. I’ve been accepted for an honours year (or 2- part time) and I hope to do more after that. Disabled and chronically ill people belong in academia. Our voices are important.

[callsign-rogueone]

one too many

Liam Mairi x reader you have one too many on a night out, but Liam is there to take care of you. this is a part 2 to the spider, but can be read as a standalone. words: 1.0k 🏷: no book spoilers, just fluff, I may be sober but I can still write about drinking and how much it sucks, descriptions of being drunk, she/her "girl" reader, one very minor instance of a guy at the bar being creepy but again -- Liam to the rescue. that's all I got for tags. it's nap time now, byee (yes, there will be a part three to this. it's already in motion.)

You’re definitely starting to regret going out tonight. You have no idea where your friends are, if they’re still here or not, and you really don’t feel good. Weaving through the crowd, you finally spot a friendly face. “Hi, Liam.”

“Hi yourself,” he greets, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you a bit closer to keep you out of the way of the other patrons, and to be able to hear you over the lively conversations and music filling the tavern.

You smile, cuddling into his side contentedly. “Missed you.”

You’ve had a soft spot for the boy for a while now. You don’t spend much time together, being in separate squads, but he’s your across-the-hall neighbor in the dorms — you see him a few times every day, coming to and from your room between classes. 

He’s always nice to you, offering you soft smiles and the occasional kind word or small talk, and the other week, when you’d knocked on his door in a mild panic and asked — begged — him to evict a spider from your room, he’d done it without hesitation, and without judgment.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asks gently.

“Head’s a little fuzzy,” you answer with a frown, “but I don’t think I had that much.”

You only remember having one drink, that you’d been sipping on steadily through the night but never finished. You shouldn’t feel this intoxicated — the room is spinning, blurring at the edges, and you feel unsteady on your feet, hence the way you’re rather un-subtly clinging to him.

“There you are,” some guy he doesn’t recognize calls, “thought I lost ya. You ready to go?”

“Who’s your new friend?” Liam asks, holding you a little closer and shifting his body to place himself between you and this new guy, eyeing him with apprehension.

“Oh, this is…” you blink, struggling to recall the other boy’s name. Everything between him walking up to you and the present moment seems a little hazy and unclear.

Liam makes his decision; you’ve had one too many, and you clearly aren’t there enough to agree to go home with a stranger, especially not this guy, who just looks like bad news. “She’s not leaving with you, if that’s what you’re after,” he states flatly, not leaving any room for argument.

The boy scowls, likely thinking that Liam is your boyfriend, and realizing he’s wasted his time flirting with you. He leaves, presumably to find some other girl to sweet-talk into his bed.

“Let’s get you back to the school,” Liam coaxes. 

You agree quietly, letting him guide you out the door and down the street, his arm still around your shoulders to keep you upright. You’re glad you chose sensible shoes for the night — it’s already hard enough to walk in your current state.

You rub at the exposed skin of your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up — you can’t remember if you had brought your jacket with you and forgotten it in the tavern, or if you’d left it in your room.

Ever-observant, Liam shrugs off his own jacket and helps you get your arms through the sleeves. You burrow into the soft fleece-lined leather, warm from his body heat and nicely oversized, the cuffs extending past your knuckles.

“Thank you, Li,” you mumble, taking hold of his arm. “I really didn’t want to go home with that guy.”

“Of course, sweetheart. I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

You continue to tell him how you feel. “You’re such a good guy, you know. Always looking out for everyone. S’ why I like you so much. Well, that ‘n your eyes.”

“My eyes?” he asks casually, as if you hadn’t just drunkenly confessed to having a crush on him.

You hum in affirmation. “They’re really pretty. Like the ocean. Reminds me of home.”

You cover a yawn with a sleeved hand, exhausted, but keep walking alongside him. The alcohol may have lowered your inhibitions, but he still can’t help but feel a little squeeze of pride that you trust him to do the right thing, to take care of you in your vulnerable state.

You don’t protest, or seem to notice at all, that he’s headed in the opposite direction of the dorms — to the healers’ quadrant, instead. 

You continue holding onto him as he leads you into the infirmary and explains to one of the healers what’s going on.

After a quick glance at you and a flip through your patient file, she identifies the problem: “We gave her a medication last week that shouldn’t be mixed with alcohol — it makes one glass feel like five. She’ll be fine in the morning, just really hungover, but she can’t go out drinking again for a while yet. Make sure she gets some water, and plenty of sleep.”

Liam nods, thanking her.

“She’s lucky to have such a good boyfriend to take care of her.”

Liam doesn’t correct her, just offers her a smile and another thank you before he leads you back across the campus to your room.

Thankfully you’re cognizant enough to unlock the door yourself, and you move to sit on your bed as soon as it’s in your sight.

He uncaps your water bottle, finding it half-full. “You should have some water,” he coaxes, extending it to you. 

You comply, emptying it slowly. 

He certainly isn’t going to change your clothes for you, and you look too exhausted and unsteady to do it yourself, so he settles for tugging off your boots and setting them next to the pile of shoes by the door. You can sleep in your outside clothes for the night and just wash your sheets tomorrow.

He picks your stuffed dragon up off of the desk, handing it to you — you hum happily, hugging it to your chest as you lay down. “You gonna be okay?” He asks softly.

Another hum in affirmation as your eyes start to close. 

“Alright. Blythe can have Deigh wake me up if you need me, okay?”

“Mmkay,” you murmur. “Thank you, Li.”

He lays a featherlight kiss on your forehead, draping a blanket over you. “Get some sleep, pretty girl. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

[thedreadvampy]

the main thing is

ok I mean the main thing is that literally every breakup sucks and is painful and confusing and it's entirely normal to feel Some Amount Of Pain and if I didn't that would in itself be worrying

but the other main thing is that I don't. really think I have a script for this?

like, see above, nobody has a perfect emotional script for a breakup that makes everything easy but also. I think this is the only breakup I've had in my life that hasn't been really directly tied in with starting to process some traumatic incidents directly tied into the person I'm breaking up with?

so like. part of the thing is. I don't have that with Jay. this has had its issues, there's been genuinely upsetting stuff, but as my mum says, no wrecks nor nobody drownded. the only thing I'm processing is the breakup, not like. rape or physical or mental abuse or abandonment. and I don't know how to calibrate for that.

like there's no work to do there's not like. anger or denial or hurt confusion or guilt. it truly is as simple as. I wish this wasn't the case and I miss you. it's as simple as I wanted this to be ok and it isn't. nobody's fucked up. neither of us have done anything awful. we just weren't quite in the right place at the right time for this to work, and while it did work we were good for each other and we jumped ship before we got bad for each other bc neither of us want that. and I wish that wasn't true but there's no like. bargaining or equivocating or litigating it to do. both of us separately and together came to the same pretty undeniable conclusion.

like I said it's confusing but the thing that's confusing is that it's Just Sad. it's not anything else it's so so so simple I'm just sad that it didn't work out and I wish it had. you know?

I'm like. 99.5% ok about the breakup but boy that 0.5% sneaks up on ya

[proxablemente]

the way the people who hate what the writers have done to alicent are being called butthurt by other fans is so funny. let's not even talk about what they've done to rhaenyra, i mean the whole point of the show has been trashed this way.

this "feminist" show has repetedly tried to make its female characters the most simpathetic they could, at the cost of butchering these characters and trash their motives, because a complex angry woman CANNOT be liked. oh and while alicent gets an "humbling" arc, blood-thirsty abusive men are getting a REDEMPTION arc! and are never expected to apologize for their crimes (like beheading a child, killing innocents, gr00ming), while alicent has to be humiliated for...being bitter and resentful??

with rhaenyra they're taking the dragon jesus lane, so i guess she might get brutal?? but who knows, they've made her so sensible all season because god forbid she actually wants war😝. women are peaceful! women cannot do war! alicent is no good for regent 'cause WOMAN 'cause EMOTIONAL. rhaenyra is always undermined at the council 'cause WOMAN 'cause REASONABLE.

the only people i'm seeing enjoying this sh1t leaked finale are rhaenicents and indifferents.

i want you to understand that just because rhaenyra and alicent are in the same room it does not mean the writing is good, making alicent oh so stupid! silly alicent keeps humiliating herself, she doesn't know better! is a disgusting character assassination. alicent has become NOTHING: they absolutley could have given her a deeper realization arc, but that was definitively not supposed to happen now nor the AWFUL way they wrote it. they made alicent AN IDIOT. she just knows how to cause herself humiliation, and if you're okay with this as long as rhaenicent happens you clearly don't give a damn about what those sh1t ass writers are doing to my girl.

the writing is BAD. oh SO BAD. it's BAD BAD BAD. please see it!! it's fanfiction level!

and rhaenicent has literally been butchered as well, since the very start of the season! i myself enjoyed rhaenicent prior to season 2, but it just sucks now. they've made alicent a little lost puppy that seeks rhaenyra's approval. last season rhaenicent for them was a memory of better times, when alicent was naive and free of the feeling of fear and remorse that haunts her, and rhaenyra was free of responsabilities and consequences, of the weight of the crown that she will one day wear: it was a pure relationship where they could just be happy with eachother, when none of their lives had been ruined. thinking about it made them nostalgic in s1's later episodes.

now rhaenyra is as stiff as a board with alicent and talks to her coldly, while alicent is mostly listening to her with puppy eyes?? this is what you like???

i am mainly an alicole (and seen the spoilers it looks like it has been butchered too so... bye bye to them too i guess) but even if criston and alicent didn't happen it wouldn't have changed much for me. i have always been interested in ALICENT THE CHARACTER first of all, not her relationship with her children or criston or rhaenyra. what pissed me off about the finale is not what she did to her children, but the fact that it was A STUPID DECISION. THE WRITING AND THE WRITING CHOICES SUCK. THEY SUCK ADMIT IT STOP DEFENDING EVERYTHING THEY CHOOSE TO DO. and it was probably made to be a stupid decision just to make alicent look even more stupid so😂whatever. i'm saying this because a lot of people on twitter are now saying "now they see you alicels as you are, you only care about her because of her relationship with her children :D" MY BROTHER IN CHRIST I DON'T I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THEM. plus these are the same people that threw tantrums and unstanned her when the alicole scenes leaked 🙃. THEY are true alicels.

people need to stop consuming material for the sole sake of shipping. if you're in it for that, at least have the decency to care about both the components of the ship separately PLEASE.

man i just hate this season, i needed to get this off my chest.

(i also tried really badly to like everything they've done up until now, so if i'm just exploding now there is a reason)

[jellyfishsthings]

My lips. Your lips. Apocalypse.

Warnings: angst, smut

part 1

A whole eternity seems to pass instead of mere hours, until he wakes up. He looks all around him, bleary-eyed. His eyes land on me and the gun I am holding and naturally he panics trying to move to cover himself up only to notice that his hands are tied to the bed.

"You know." He says it as a statement and not as a question. I simply nod, unable to frame my thoughts. "Are you going to turn me in?" He asks in a scared voice.

Thing is that Hydes are manipulative and completely controlled by their urges and yet… all I see is Tyler. My Tyler. So I nod negative. "Will you let me go? What are you going to do to me?"

"I don't know." I whisper." I have been sitting here for over three hours trying to find a solution but I am still empty-handed."

I hear the front door shut loudly and after that.

"Tyler, what did I say about taking out the trash."

I quickly unlock his handcuffs and quickly get out of the window running at full speed into the forest, until my lungs give out. Supporting myself in a tree bark as I take deep breaths. That's when I feel a hard chest press me to the tree, gluing my front and turning my head to the side. My breaths are uneven and panicky, yet I still pick up his scent, coffee with a smidge of his cologne.

"How-"

"I run fast. Now I want you to stay still and listen. Can you do that for me?" He whispers in my ear, as his breath fans my upper neck. I try to push backwards and free myself. That's when I feel something hard pressing in my backside and my cheeks flame. He presses me harder and I whine in protest." What did I just say huh? Do you see what you are doing to me?" My frantic beating heart seems to be trying to escape my ribcage.

A part of me rebels at that, Tyler wants me. But the more sensible part of me is scared out of his mind because as I let my mind slip into his, turning my eyes into a deep midnight blue, I see everything Ms Thornhill and everything she has done to him. So I make a fast decision in a slip of a second.

As I turn my head towards him as much as possible and mutter " Do something about it then."

He manhandles me, spinning me so to face him. Attacking my lips and tearing apart my shirt, exposing my bra-covered chest. His head dips down sucking mouthfuls of my neck and my chest and then somehow locating my nipples, wetting the thin material of my bra to pinpoint them and then sucking them, creating an amazing friction. My eyes well up as he slowly draws my bra straps down my arms, and attacks my nipples once again, paying them a special tribute, sucking licking and lightly biting them, being encouraged by my breathy moans.

I grab the hem of his t-shirt and feel up his strongly defined pecs, his midriff and then the v between his hips. Eager to see the rest of him. He chuckles and unbuttons my pants, letting them drop to my feet. He waits until I step out of them and grabs my thighs, easily lifting me up as my legs wrap around his waist. He lowers his pants and boxers and grabs my panties by the waistline. He draws them up slightly until they are snug against my entrance and then in one quick motion he tears them to shreds.

He grabs the head of his cock, running his finger over his tip and guides it towards my center. He looks me dead in the eyes and enters me in one swift motion. My tears finally spring free as I gasp at the feeling of him. I am filled to the brim, and despite the pain it feels amazing. He quickly starts moving, snapping his hips fast and hard. The force of his movements is so much that my back is moving up and down the tree bark, and it surely leaves red marks in its wake.

My hands latch to his shoulders, keeping him impossibly close, and he grabs handfuls of my ass, using it as leverage to bounce my on his cock. My moans are loud and borderline pornographic as he hits all the right spots. Before I know it my stomach contracts and my pussy tightens around him, resulting in the curses that fly out of his mouth. I am so close, and he knows it. I am ready to let go as I feel a sharp pain in my ass cheek.

"You cum when I say so. Understand princess?" He punctuates the question with a couple of spanks and I squeal in delight as my back arches and my tits land in the front of his face. He takes full advantage of that, wrapping his lips around one of my nipples once more.

"Tyler please." I sob. His answering chuckles are muffled by my breast. His thrusts soon after turn sloppy and lose their rhythm.

"Let go for me" he whispered into my skin and that is exactly what I do. I see stars under my eyelids. And pant as his forehead rests against my own. I slowly regain my senses and most importantly my composure, as I open my eyes and find his loving stare and giddy smile. I feel my heart tore open as tears run down my face and collect in my chin. His expression turns into a confused one as he sees my tears and asks. "What's wrong princess?"

"I am sorry Tyler. I love you." I say as my eyes turn once again midnight blue. I slowly collect his memories, those that include Thornhill, those that include me and turn them into ash. I make him forget and instead plant the idea of the High-strung academy, the one that accepts mythical creatures as students, the one he will be safe. His body slowly sags against mine as he loses his sense while his brain rebuts. My feet fall to the ground, they are weak but they still hold up my weight. I dressed us up and I let him rest against the tree. That beautiful mahogany tree.

My torn shirt does little to protect me from the cold weather, but I pay no attention to it. I walk fast, with a purpose as I find my phone in my pocket and I dial a number. I hear it ring a couple of times before I hear an answer.

"Hello this is the Jerico police department. What is your emergency?"

"I found a boy in the woods please. Come quickly."

"Alright ma'am tell me exactly were you -"

I cut the line short and hide behind some bushes.

He is still visible from here. The police cars soon arrive and find him. Their Sheriff's son, he is safe. That's what matters. I wait until they disappear, only then do I allow myself to break in tears. Only then do I realize that I lost him forever.

words: 1.078

[saltysplayt00ns]

Tearing Page 733 hind

Tch MAAAAAAAANNNN!!!  I’ve been waiting for this page to come up, cause this is just blatant kique misogyny and sexist of making females complacent of something as serious as a scratch of the muzzle from a short fuss - right here and insulting of the characters who are in Asmundr Comic. It's like the movie: thing of a clone of the person.

Page 93, 94 & 104

Lifa is just acting way too submissive on this when Lifa, who would never put up with this, Lifa of all dogs who know the red-flags of manipulative and threats of harm from unbalanced power dynamic,

Page 143 & 265

LIFA who has told and taught the family to stick together and work as a team in a no mercy environment, protect your own and think with a clear mind -  is blatantly letting family abuse slide by. And immediately go to the next Subject cause showing how evil Marduck is then Lifa’s family basically falling apart is far more important. If it was Ronja, Jahla or a female family member - bet they would be ridiculed, belittled, practically coerced to apologize. While If it was Rogio or Ranach or Roamer getting hurt or pitied or had been killing people ( which they did ) , they would be coddled and sympathized - which is what’s happening here, Rohgir being sympathized for basically wounding his sister and daughter of Lifa and it's not bluntly told but implies for Jahla to be “ understanding “ so they can move on and be a happy family again. Ignoring/brushing the problem off doesn’t fix it.

Heck THIS IS NOT HOW ROHGIR ACTED EITHER, this is like a 180 of Rohgir’s personality.

pages 263, 265 & 297

yes, he is blunt and crass and yes secretive, and would take risky decisions that would protect his family to live another day, but in any way shape or form would never raise a paw to another because his eugenic uprising would have him be Marduck 2.0 AND RANULFR .

Kaine and Lifa should be shocked/horrified since this is The one who Rohgir's family + pack fought in a war against his father's ideology of being the superior species ( that he disowned as a a father ) , that also tried to also non-consensually mate with Niita; his aunt and Lifa's sister . Stressed or not you should never resort to hurting your siblings unpurposely.  Why are the Akiulfrs even under him as subordinates? at this point if he is willing to attack the triad  leaders who’re equal to him as family . That implies he's willing to hurt his own members who HAVE no equal power over him that are no blood related members. It would be a full on rebellion.

Page 389 & 656

Roughhousing is okay, but everything is not fun and games when someone literally gets hurt. Most would even ask if it’s ok to do certain things or if a simple “ ow “ or “ stop, that hurt “ would immediately be apologized/stop all together. At least sensible people. Intentionally hurting someone needs to be stopped because you'll enable it and once enabled,  it will lead to toxic to dangerous behaviors, interactions or/and abuse. You see it all the time and you see it now.

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The author really doesn’t know what he wants to do with the majority of the characters, cause literally everyone is a villan who is misunderstood or the moment he makes them a villain and then changes his mind and back peddles to make them not a villain but a misunderstood, sympathizing character. I rather suck a gallon of pure lemons before I sympathize with Ranach and Rogio.

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Lifa like...this is your son, siblings or not you shouldn't be hurting each other nonetheless intent on killing. the fact Jahla doesn't even mention her biting Rohgirs neck that can kill or paralyze his spine is already a reflag of their own. why you hiding that fact saber teeth can puncture and do damage, they obviously don't break.

DIALOGUE REWRITTEN

Lifa could have said: Lifa: “ This is not like him to… “ // ( To keep secrets yeah but not to twist the truth. )

Jahla: " he clawed my muzzle off …before banning me from the Island."

Lifa: " What...??!!”

Kainen: " He may be dealing a lot with a large pack..,"

Lifa cutting Kainen off: " It does not excuse my son to resort to retaliation. Threats, but not of family and certainly NOT of his own." 

Jahla: "we talk to him as a family then? Perhaps if he sees us be fine..."

Lifa looks off in frustration and disgruntlement: "We would, but Marduck would not approve. We would already be off to find the others if we did." // ( discard the page of that Marduck introduction and he is shown later after Jahla found him by the family describing him. )

Kainen, licking lips nervously, looks over to the Beacon and where Marduck went: " He's one of Father's own and makes it clear every chance he gets." // ( In a better scene Kainen indicating Marduck attacking the Rabishu and I Kainen to prove a point when he tried to leave. )

Jahla In deep thought, scrunching eyebrows: "Perhaps, I can talk to him. I am familiar with Father just as much as he is, just tell me what I need to know about him." // ( cause the old Jahla would be gun-ho excited of learning more about Father, after all she broke with Rhovanion, monologue a poor excuse with Rome, studied the hidden languages, taken in Father's creation; Avanti - is now acting hostile of a dog she barely even given a chance. )

And that would lead to the next Page Jahla encountering Marduck NOT CRAMMING IT IN ONE PAGE. it's like the dumbest thing to state an “ oh” .

Plus it's the same pose of 3 dogs sitting overhead/bird eye view and discussing. Plus Lifa’s face is Rogio like a copy + paste of Rogio.

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We got now mothers enabling their kids to stay with strangers ( Feomeh with Diarko ) , Mothers letting their son do all the talking and leading ( Liari & Ralei  ) , mothers letting male family members keep their rank after disobeying a command from the leader ( Ronja and Roamer ) ,  and now excuse sibling physical assault (Lifa and Jahla ) ps. Forgot about the Nubia situation and Feaf of disregarding a non-consensual agreement to bearing a Hybrid child from the quote ' golden ' in quote lioness a few pages ago. Thanks to the commenter for jogging my memories ♥

[1000fiction]

He hadn’t been your type originally. Even after several beers he still wasn’t. That’s just the way things were and he’d been okay with that, surprisingly. It wasn't often you came across someone who would buy you several drinks and still be civil after turning them down. That was usually the reason you into so many bar brawls, come to think of it. But he was nice, and funny, and that sensible part of you still kept quiet when he invited you to continue your night of fun, having already been kicked out the inn - you hadn’t meant to spill your drink down the front of the barmaid, and you were sure Sam hadn’t meant the lecherous comment about her chest either. 

You couldn’t turn down the chance to follow him to where ‘the wine flows like water’ and even now, as you stood in Misty Grove, you didn't quite regret it. Yet.

“You know, for someone who’s been downing drinks all night, I’m suddenly feeling quite sober.” The realisation that you had been taken to a plane of Oblivion hit you like a wave, made you feel vulnerable, exposed, and you felt prickles upon your skin like there was something crawling beneath it. “Why am I here, Sam?”

“Not completely sober I hope. I’ll be honest, I’m not the best decision-maker, but you? I can feel something in you, and I like it, I want to see where this goes.”

He moved to take your chin between his fingers, yet your movements were too quick, too coordinated (It would seem you were certainly sober now) and you snatched his wrist before he made contact.

“This doesn’t feel right Sam, I’m all for fun and games, but no lies.” 

The splitting grin looked foreign on his softer Breton features. There was light, and noise, a whirl of magic that nearly sucked you in. The grin fit this form perfectly.

Talons. Red talons that peaked blackened fingers took your chin and this time you let him.

“Sanguine” He chuckled low, the sound rattling in your bones.

“So glad you’re already familiar, tell me, am I a bit more your type now?” 

His bulk herded you toward the table, his thick frame slotting between your bare legs… Whenever that happened you weren’t sure, but your mind felt far too frazzled to attempt to make sense of anything that happened in a daedra’s realm.

“Easy dear, focus here, your minds changing things faster than even I can keep up with.” His clothes had gone too it would seem, the realisation that you’d wanted that to be the case suddenly brought clarity to the situation.

Sanguine, the daedric prince of hedonistic revelry, debauchery, and passionate indulges of darker natures was before you, letting you guide and shape his realm with each of your thoughts. 

“I’ve been watching you, you know, you turn your nose up at men, elves sometimes, orcs rarely, but you jump at the Argonians, the Khajit, there’s something about the… less common tastes that just get you riled, isn't there?” He stroked your nethers to prove a point, finding them hot and inviting. “You can indulge in your best-kept secrets, all in the safety of my naughty little grove, if that’s what you’d like. How does that sound?” He bent, nose pressing against the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

“I’d like…” A breath, deep and purposeful that filled your lungs, a poor attempt to quell the stirring in your belly. It wasn’t quite nauseating the way the world shifted, how you felt as though you were still lying upon the table, but it turns out you were upright, atop a demon, and your brain tossed to keep up with the change. “I’d like to have a bit of fun with you, I think.”

He practically purred as you sank onto his rigid, ribbed, cock. The blackened length sinking into your welcoming flesh. His fangs glinted in the foggy lantern light as he grinned.

“Oh my sweet champion I promise you,” He took your hips, elongated fingers groping at the flesh of your rear “This will be a night to remember.”

[ivystoryweaver]

Decadent chapter 10

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Summary: Can you say no to the man you love?

Pairings: Miguel O'Hara from the film Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse x female reader

Word Count: 1.9

Content: nsfw, 18+, cursing, p in v, creampie, jealousy, angst, not beta'd

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"I need you."

"You don't," you insisted. "Not all of me, not really. You only put up with me for your research. You don't need me. You don't need anyone."

"Mi corazón, por favor," he breathed, desperately grasping at your hips to pull you closer. "You're the one person I need more than anything. You have no idea how much I've missed you."

You had a decision to make - your heart and your body wanted nothing more than to spend the night with Miguel, in his arms, in his bed, with him inside you. But your mind was trying to protect you.

As if you were going to say no to this man.

You were soaked and ready - desperate for him. He'd taunted you with one quick orgasm on his fingers. His pants were conveniently already shoved down around his hips from where you'd sucked him. He had you pinned against the wall. You were both ready. Eager. Sharing one another's breath. You both wanted it. Needed it.

You were supposed to say something like, "Goodnight, Miguel," or anything sensible, really. But what came out was, "please."

Your dress was already bunched around your waist. Miguel gripped his hard length and rubbed his tip through your folds - the promise of him filling you stealing the very breath from your lungs. Still, asked if it was okay as he started to push inside you.

"Don't stop," you gasped, grasping at his shoulders, your body quaking with anticipation.

Easing into you slowly, he groaned at how tight you felt, hissing out a few curses in Spanish as the greedy squelch of your wet cunt sucked him in, like you owned him.

"Been too long," you cried, shifting your hips to accommodate his size. The burn - the hot weight of him drew a desperate whine from your lips.

"So tight," he echoed, inching a little further in, groaning as you clenched around him.

"'S big, Miguel," you moaned, desperate to feel the full length of him deep inside you after week after week without him.

"My girl," he darkly husked. "Been waiting for me, haven't you? Only me."

"Yes," you panted. "Please."

"Say it, baby," he coaxed, tasting your lips one at a time. "Say you're mine."

"Yes," you repeated, gasping.

With a final push, he was all the way, deep inside you - every part of him rubbing up against you, easily holding you in place. Gripping your hips underneath your dress, he manipulated your position, moving you on his cock just the way he knew would make you see stars.

You gasped out, your head thumping against the wall behind you, exposing your throat to him. "You're so thick. Feels so good."

"Missed you, baby," Miguel groaned against your throat, twisting inside you deliciously. His lips sucked at the hollow of your throat so hard it was sure to leave a mark.

Everything happening right now was everything you could want. Miguel was inside you again, he missed you, he said he needed you. As he thrust into you hungrily, your body seemed to chant, 'yes, yes..." - all your worries miraculously dissipating.

Then you felt the slightest scratch of his fang. God you wanted it.

"Fuck," he growled, talons scraping at your flesh as his strong hands scooped up your ass. His thrusting grew frantic - carnal - his tongue laving wildly all over your throat.

You lost your grip on his massive arms as he pushed into you vigorously. Your body was his to manipulate.

"I don't want him touching you again," he snarled, breathing hotly on your ear. "I don't want him even looking at you. You're mine."

And that sent your body hurling into blissful oblivion. Miguel swallowed your cries of pleasure, covering your mouth with his own, licking in hotly. His tongue thrust heavily in your mouth in rhythm with his hard length deep inside you as he pumped you full of his spend.

He fucked you through your orgasm until you felt him leaking out of you, making a mess of your thighs.

Your body sagged limply against his chest - you were sure to be sore tomorrow morning. And the thought of it made you almost giddy - feeling the stretch of him - the sting, remembering how he pushed you up against this wall and took you.

Your lips chased after his as your fingers reached for the sides of his face. He didn't leave you wanting, running his strong hands up the curve of your back to hold you securely against his chest.

His kiss was almost desperate, although he was still careful not to pierce your tongue with his fangs. He mouthed a trail across your jaw, sucking and licking your throat.

"I'm so fucking hungry," he whimpered, his body still joined with yours, although soft and wet.

You didn't know what to say. Whatever you did say would inevitably be wrong. Plus you could barely think straight because of the mind altering sex you just had.

Miguel had superhuman stamina so he was already getting hard again as his fangs toyed with the flesh right over your pulse point.

Your fingers slid into his dark waves at the base of his neck, twirling gently - hoping he would stay calm, and here with you, in this moment.

His breathing grew shallow - the grip on your hips almost bruising as his lips latched onto your skin, sucking hard. You mewled as pleasure rippled up your spine.

Finally, he tore his mouth away from your throat, rapidly shaking his head. "No," he rasped. Releasing his hold on your hips, he eased out of you, setting you down.

Your legs nearly gave out, but you managed to lean against the wall for support, momentarily distracted by the slick wet heat trickling down the inside of your thighs.

"I can't," he gasped, jerking his clothes back into place. "I can't do it to you. I won't." His handsome face crumpled in anguish as he shook his head rapidly. You had been here, in this situation, with him too many times. You wondered if he was going to punish you with silence or distance. If he did, it would be the last time.

He stumbled back, as if drunk or dizzy, and you realized then, that he seemed weak. Physically weak.

"Miguel?" You softly called, smoothing your dress back into place as best you could. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

He held his arms out, as if to keep you at a distance, pushing his hands through his hair. "It's - I'm just hungry. I shouldn't have... I mean...I was so close." Shaking his head rapidly, he turned away from you. "I need to go. I’m sorry. I think...I think I might pass out."

Whoa. Miguel was way too big to be passing out a public event meant to be in his honor. The two of you didn't exactly look presentable at the moment either. You had to get him out of here.

"Come on, let's get you home," you advised, offering your body as some tiny amount of support. Probably wouldn't do him much good, but you had to try to help him.

You could tell he wanted to protest, but he'd learned by now that you were as stubborn as he was. His eyes flashed a wild, alarming red, but he nodded once, slinging a massive arm over your shoulders.

Lyla appeared, indicating that his driver had been summoned and would be waiting. She directed the two of you to a discreet back entrance.

That made you wonder...where was Lyla this whole time? Last time, she shock-collared Miguel for even leaning in like he might kiss you and now she was quiet during a passionate interlude in the hallway - one in which he almost bit you?

"Did you reprogram Lyla so you could fuck me tonight?" You challenged, trying not to laugh.

Miguel looked like his giant frame might hit the ground any second, but he found it in him to lazily smile down at you.

"You little shit," you admonished, grateful that he was allowing you to help him.

"Can't help it," he softly returned, "I've missed you so damn much. Don’t think I can stay away anymore.”

You waited until he was finally tucked safely into the back seat of his car to respond.

"I'm right here, you know," you told him, climbing into the car beside him and tangling your fingers with his. "You don't have to miss me when I'm right here with you."

He squeezed your hand as his eyes drifted closed.

You didn't ask - you simply directed the driver to your address. Miguel didn't protest. He didn't trust himself not to rip your throat open and drink you, but your presence was somehow equally soothing and tantalizing. And he was so fucking tired of living without you in his arms.

Besides, he had found rest and peace in your presence last night, when he came to your bed.

You made it back to your place and suddenly found yourself with a handsomely dressed, deliciously disheveled, weak-from-hunger not-boyfriend - with you in your evening gown looking comedically out-of-sorts.

Without invitation, Miguel flopped down on your sofa, sighing tiredly as his head dropped back and his eyes drifted closed once again.

You leaned over from behind the sofa and slid your fingers into his hair scratching softly. "I'll be right back, okay? You just relax."

He mumbled an affirmative and, as you headed to your bedroom to change clothes and clean yourself up, you almost felt like the two of you were a couple.

You returned several minutes later, dressed in only an oversized t-shirt and panties, and carrying a damp wash cloth. As you eased down beside Miguel on the couch, you realized he was asleep. His lush, pouty lips were slightly parted as he breathed in and out heavily. He looked like a gigantic puppy.

Your heart swelled with concern. This man had stamina for days, so this not-feeding thing must be weakening him beyond belief. Releasing a sigh, you pushed careless dark waves out of his eyes, leaning in to place a gentle kiss against his temple. You had planned to place the cool cloth on his forehead, but you hated to wake him.

"What am I going to do with you?"

Kneeling down, you started to unlace his dress shoes, realizing that one of them probably cost more than your dress. He didn't stir as you relieved him of his socks and shoes. You wished you could help him out of his suit jacket, but that would prove difficult.

You decided to hang up your dress and freshen up the apartment just a little before summoning Lyla.

"Heyyyy it's my second favorite boss," Lyla chimed brightly. “Uh, no offense. What can I do for you?"

"First of all, keep it down," you admonished, nodding toward your sleeping boss. "And secondly, I need to know how Miguel is doing...medically speaking."

"Sorry, babe," Lyla fired back instantly. "That's classified. It's against my programming to discuss Miguel's physical health without him fully conscious."

You folded your arms over your chest. "Seriously? That's what he programmed?"

"Hey, I don't make the rules!" She chirped. "Take it up with the boss man."

Oh you would.

Eventually, you got sleepy, so you decided it might be time to get into bed. Probably best to leave Miguel resting on the couch...

Nah. Kneeling down beside the sofa, you shook him gently. "Miguel? It's late. Come to bed with me."

His eyes drowsily flickered as he mumbled something unintelligible. It took a few tries but he finally managed to wake up fully.

"Sorry," you whispered. "Let's get you out of this suit, okay?"

He groggily nodded, pushing off the sofa and lumbering toward your bedroom, guiding himself there with such ease that it almost felt domestic.

He peeled off his jacket, heading for the restroom. When he emerged a few minutes later, he wore only boxers.

Aw hell.

"I probably shouldn't be here," he grumbled, even while his massive body melted into your bed, reaching to take you with him.

Your heart fluttered as he possessively pulled you on top of his chest. Your cheek rested against the solid warmth of him as his muscled arms wrapped you up like a treasure.

"My girl," he sleepily mumbled, lazily running his hands over the curves of your body. "Love you."

Miguel fell asleep.

You stayed awake the rest of the night....

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[nokingsonlyfooles]

“We will not let America be out-built when it comes to the technology that will define the future, nor should we sacrifice critical environmental standards and our shared efforts to protect clean air and clean water.” - Oh GOD FORBID we have an AI GAP!

From the article: A report released by the Department of Energy last month estimated that the electricity needed for data centers in the U.S. tripled over the past decade and is projected to double or triple again by 2028, when it could consume up to 12% of the nation’s electricity. ... “It has to be a priority because otherwise you’re going to have blackouts, you’re going to have citizens or businesses being affected by this...”

So! AIs' power needs are accelerating the growth of energy-hogging data centres. Our grid can't handle it. If we don't have them hook up to their own wind and solar generators (fast, cheap, and they go anywhere, but they do happen to be "green") to mitigate the effects, they'll start sucking up the energy you need to keep the lights on and keep Grandma's oxygen going. But Trump hates anything "green." Will he allow the free market the freedom it needs to keep cranking out shimp Jesus or let it crash? Biden's so sure we can have our cake and eat it too, oh if only we could be sensible and centrist about it! Endless expansion is doable as long as it's green!

Ya know what? In this case, I don't see much point to the band-aid that lets us slide further into denial for a few decades. Given more time, more industries will be pressured to use generative algorithms, and more systems will have them baked in. And it'll take even more time and effort and money to tear out the bright, shiny, overpriced fads that don't do what they're supposed to. Give it a swift and merciful death sentence - three more years to unsustainability, and hopefully some consequences that can't be blamed on immigrants and trans children. AND it'll probably happen on Trump's watch? Well, shit fire and save solar energy!

Right now, Biden's talking about how this energy-sucking hog is going to help us combat climate change and keep us safe: "...profound implications for national security and enormous potential to improve Americans’ lives if harnessed responsibly, from helping cure disease to keeping communities safe by mitigating the effects of climate change.” Right. OK. Well, if it's so gosh-darn important, why are we wasting its limited resources on images of John Oliver marrying a cabbage? (Not to mention audio and video footage of politicians saying shit they didn't say.) I think we ought to give it government funding and work on it in a government research centre that won't sell its tech to the highest bidder. Did we turn the A-bomb over to the free market? Or our precious, precious Osprey? Why this?

With enough politicians propping it up, AI has the potential to become another Osprey - just a decades-long trashfire where the benefits never equal the damage done, but we keep trying because funding. It's already failing to turn a profit, but if the US military-industrial complex starts puking money into it, that might keep it going indefinitely. Politicians have no idea how this shit works and the people explaining it to them are lobbyists funded by companies who want more AI.

Given that neither party is going to make sane, informed decisions about this, I don't know what the average person is going to do. I mean, don't use AI, or if you must use it, don't pay for it. But if the government wants it, all the capitalism in the world won't shut it down. So here's hoping for a big, impressive crash, the sooner the better.

[waitmyturtles]

Turtles Encounters Her First Full GMMTV Upfronts Experience: A Personal Journey Into GMMTV2024

LOL, I don't mean to be dramatic -- I was around a little bit (?) last November for the GMMTV2023 upfronts, and I honestly did not know what was going on, except to scream about Cherry Magic Thailand. Back then, I was much more of a Japanese BL gal (see: Cherry Magic), but now I'm down with the GMMTV scene, as it were, through my Old GMMTV Challenge project, and I'm ready to wax on deez trailers.

One huge overall note: YES TO DUDES NOT BEING IN BRANDED PAIRS. Your Gawins, your Ohms, your Thors, your Joss-es. YES. This is an exciting line-up to me to see the dudes getting mixed up. As much as I loved Be My Favorite, I don't need to see GawinKrist again.

I am stealing the formats of the wonderful @bengiyo and @neuroticbookworm to offer my thoughts on the trailers! (My list is literally gonna look like everyone else's list, LMAO).

FUCK YES

My Golden Blood: Joss, Gawin, Mond, Neo. Vampires. Blood. Baseball bats. LSKDJFLSJDFLKSJDGLKJSDLGKJSLDKGJLDSKF. The SFX are gonna be SO BAD. Joss sucking Gawin's blood will be SO FUCKING GOOD. I AM STILL SCREAMING. OBVIOUSLY.

Kidnap: Ohm Pawat's next BL. While he had previously said that he wanted Bad Buddy to be his last BL, the bullying scandal that he encountered this past year makes this decision a sensible one to get back on the brand engagement train. His co-star, Leng Thanaphon, is gorgeous looks like he's making a strong debut. I am very happy for Ohm, but I think I am a bit spoiled by knowing his previous non-GMMTV oeuvre so well (Make It Right, Dew, He's Coming To Me), and I'm feeling like GMMTV isn't pushing his acting chops as much as they used to. (Meaning.... I'd be okay if he left GMMTV one day to do more movies.) Time will tell, but I am happy for him -- he is a king of BL, the most prevalent actor on the OGMMTVC list, and this'll let him rebuild his career. He deserves it, and is a personal fave of mine.

Wandee Goodday: YO. So obviously this looks intriguing! But like -- I'd expect Golf Tanwarin to be doing this for another network. Full-frontal, heavy (HEAVY!) sex talk, smoochin' everywhere. I'm impressed GMMTV is going here. It's perhaps because I have Domundi on the mind heavily with my recent ZeeNunew education, but I have been feeling as of late that GMMTV has been choosing fluff and/or crap romance (SEE: DANGEROUS ROMANCE -_-) over... pure sex, as it were, and this is getting closer to a Domundi-style show than even where Only Friends went. I LOVE THOR. I LOVE THOR!!!! I'm excited for this, and me likey the looks of Inn.

On Sale: I am LOVING this new we're-not-in-school-we-are-just-insane TayNew era. And Jan is a FAVE FAVE FAVE of mine, and looks like she's gonna level this show the FUCK up. I'm SO INTO THIS.

Pluto: For sure I am watching this for Film (oh, and hi, Thor and Arm!). I'm not the biggest Namtan fan? I wasn't the biggest fan of her acting in Midnight Museum or UMG. Kinda flat. But she's at the top of the popular actress list at GMMTV, and it's great that someone of her prominence is flirting in the QL space. Film, though -- Film has CHOPPPPPPPPPPS and will likely eat this role. We might never get EarnPear, but this might be close.

My Precious: For NanonFilm, anything. But this is just the movie with more scenes, right? I don't know if it was ever going to get international distribution as a movie anyway. K. I'll buy it!

The Trainee: Tell me where I've seen OffGun do movie shit before -- and I don't mind the slight theme repeat. KapookPiploy, huh? I have not seen Vice Versa, but I really enjoyed Sea Tawinan in that. Gun crying, not surprising, but I officially stan OffGun because of Not Me, and I'll stand by this one.

UMMMM

My Love Mix-Up: See here for my initial thoughts. I came to Thai BLs from Japanese BLs. Kieta Hatsukoi was one of the first JBLs I discovered specifically through Tumblr. Japanese BLs are so varied -- and I think, when one is watching JBLs, to have a gentle/general sense of how sex is perceived/managed/dealt with in Japanese culture. I'm not gonna get into this too much here, but the ways in which Japanese and Thai societies deal with sex is very different. Anyway. I think my own mental dissonance on this conversation is coloring my thoughts on My Love Mix-Up Thailand/Kieta Hatsukoi Thailand. Pairs are not repeated in Japan (unless you have second seasons of the same show), and to have an established branded pair in GemFourth in Ida and Aoki's roles -- I'm just, I'm not sure. I don't want the show to feel pressured to go to a place it wouldn't go to without a branded pair. Will Thailand pay homage to Ida's unique and inquisitive demi identity? Can the branded ship economy manage that? I dunno. Let's wait and find out.

Summer Night: I'm going to be gentle on this one. I like that Phuwin takes on various het roles. I happened to LOVE HIM in The Warp Effect. And I like Bimbeam in here -- she actually showed some firm chops in 55:15 Never Too Late. Only if the schedule allows will I take this one, but I actually like the smell of it a bit.

Ossan's Love: What in the EarthMix. Ossan's Love was often cited as queerbaiting material for early Japanese BLs (EDITING TO ADD: just want to clarify that that statement literally came from my early days in JBLs reading Twitter; thank you to @twig-tea and @nieves-de-sugui for the clarifications in the comments!); I have never watched it, but understand its importance in the Japanese BL repertoire. I'm gonna remain sus on this until we find out more. (Although, I'm VERY EXCITED to see a channel like TV Asahi break out of the Japanese paradigm of not collaborating with other countries to get this on Thai TV air. TV Asahi and TV Tokyo for Cherry Magic are real groundbreakers, and I do dig that.)

Only Boo: When I was talking about this show with friends, and @neuroticbookworm said "Book's in this," I WAS LIKE, WHO'S BOOK? LMAO. Let me see Book away from Force for a GOD DAMN SECOND. I know we don't know anyone in here, but the actors actually seem strong! This was a fun preview.

We Are: Lots of couples. PondPhuwin, MarcPawin, WinnySatang, Aou and that other dude. What is this, a New Siwaj show? I might have enough to watch next year without needing to watch ANOTHER school drama. We'll see.

LIKELY NOT

Enigma 2: Not a fan of Win Metawin, and didn't watch the trailer.

High School Frenemy: I understand this is a K-drama remake of School 2013, which I haven't seen. I... am trying to understand the story here, but happy for View/June/Mark/Prom to be in a show together, and I'll pay more attention when the show's closer to airing.

HARD PASS

Ploy's Yearbook: Did not watch the trailer. I understand there's a storyline with Joong's character romancing his adopted sister. HARD. NO.

[lakesbian]

rose is a really funny character because its like. blake's life sucks and is not good. we are familiar with this matter. he's always getting the shit beat out of him. but like. this is a thing he can complain about. rose however she's experiencing some of the most comically absurd psychological torture pits ever invented and she just has to sit there and look normal about it. you KNOW when the Situations first started for her she was like "well you know what. sucks for this guy, but he's me, so he would do the same in my position. it is what it is of course i'll take advantage of the tool." and then she finds out her (different life circumstances) would not actually do the same in her position. and unlike her (cunt and she knows it) alternate her is actually really nicey. and she just has to sit there and deal with that one straightfaced. her ass Knew he hated touch she's not oblivious and she hugged him anyway she is suuuuch a freak. diversity win the Woman is knowingly exploiting the sacrificial lamb of a Man 4 brief intimacy and comfort before continuing her inevitable march down a dark path. and of course he is always making her want to slam her head into a wall with his decisions & choices and she has no recourse for the matter. but she's being so brave about it. anyway i was going to tag a post saying call her strap the narrative the way i'm both doomed and molded by it as rose & blake but i'm very sensibly aware that rose thorburn would not be a top so i can't. rose thorburn interlude when

[stuffyflowers]

thoughts on ceroba

You would ask that

- how I feel

i HATE her!!!!1!1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- ships

sonaroba have you guys heard about sonaroba it’s sona from kissy cutie and ceroba from undertale yellow and they’re forced into each others lives and they hate each other but they soon realise they’re a reflection of each other in all the worst ways and that keeps drawing them together despite it all and ceroba reaches out to sona when she loses it because she knows what it’s like to make a mistake so horrible the guilt is eating you alive and you truly believe there is nothing left in life for you and you have to die because you’re beyond redemption but really you just need people who care about you and know you’re only trying to do what you believed was right even if it was terribly misguided and you’re capable of good and want to give you a second chance. I also like staroba and ceroba/chujin and ceroba/toriel and ceroba/alphys 👍

- non romantic otp

I thiink I talked abt her and clover th last time I did one of these 4 her so ummmm. remember. Ceroba and dalv best friends. Source: me + also the pacifist ending that no one talks about ever except me!!!!! They r going to enjoy a nice corn based meal together :)

- unpopular opinion

You all probably know how I feel abt The Scene by now. I think it’s fine!!!!!! good even!!!!! Ceroba isn’t a mastermind who thinks things through she’s just had her ordinary life ripped away from her and been thrust into the expectation of saving monsterkind from a presumed inevitable and fast approaching slaughter against humanity despite having no qualifications of COURSE she’s going to make a stupid as fuck decision.+ I’ve seen ppl claim she’s acting ooc for making the decision she did bc she should know better and it feels like ppl r just taking her being the mysterious and sensible straight man in the wild east at face value while forgetting that the game from the steamworks onwards quickly reveals how easy it is to break this put-together composure she maintains in front of others, showing how impulsive, unprepared and uninformed she actually is. Ceroba sucks and is a loser but I think that is. A good thing

- thing I wish would happen in canon

They could start by finally fixing all her bugged/missing text LMAO bugged ceroba is not currently meeting the ceroba hater moment quota.

^i could’ve talked about smth else here but I love these sm I need to make sure as many ppl are aware of their existence as possible. Anyway yeah ceroba I don’t care about her that much.whatever

[ohimsummer]

oh SUMMERRRRR !!!! lets have a little chat ;]

ANYWAYS imagine going to the club or something with satoru and suguru (plus their other friends) but suguru will not let you leave his lap, and he has you sitting on his lap like this and his hand keeps stroking your thigh as you coo and giggle into his ear, telling him how handsome he looks.

but the whole time you miss how he and satoru are looking at each other, a curious glint in satoru's eye and a mischievous one in suguru's. suguru whispers in your ear, and you shyly look over at toru and give him a cute little smile before suguru, who took a hit from his joint, squeezes your cheeks open and blow the smoke into your mouth

it catches you off guard so you cough a little bit and suguru so meanly coos at you and calls satoru over. "aww, satoruuu, look...shes got lil tears, dont you wanna kiss it better? i didnt mean to make our pretty girl cough, make her feel better."

speedrunning getting spitroasted by stsg.......insane

him not letting u get up is dnjvdnkjvd like the amount of reasons/excuses suguru could give. he likes having a pretty girl in his lap. being an asshole just for laughs bc he knows you'll pout about it. "i have to keep an eye on you". crazy. him pulling you in to lay on his chest and he's warm and smells like cologne and alcohol. im having heart palpitations

stsg scheming together is always trouble like ur rlly gonna be in for a RIDEE. no one is sensible + they're both just feeding off eachother's bad decision making + ALCOHOL INVOLVED? it's over. rip to ur pussy bae ur getting pregnant 😭

okay chat choose ur fighter: they drag u off to a secluded room and satoru makes u feel better by sucking on ur titties OR satoru making u feel better by eating u out (over ur panties ofc. he's not that generous <3) okay trick question what if he did both. maybe i'm not well and one day lunar's asks will be the reason im in an asylum. love u babes :3

[monimolimnion]

hi im mildventing about my cat :)

LMAO. lmao because she is totally fine.

tldr, a few weeks ago a semiferal adopted herself at me (i live on a farm). we think she's related to my brother's cats (same age and they live nearby, and those cats also just showed up like 'adopt me hi'. the color genetics also check out because of course i did that math).

her name is lark and she is just the sweetest cat i've ever known, constantly acts like she is late for her 9-5 at the biscuit factory. has a very sweet little half face. stole my heart immediately, obviously. pet tax:

she has been in my bathroom for like four days, because i got her spayed (and she was already early pregnant ://///////// she is four months old. awful horrible). and even getting this to happen was lowkey a nightmare bc she is outdoors and only comes by whenever she feels like it, and we had nowhere to trap her overnight. now we're four days into her recovery and i am. Over It.

she's FINE is the thing. like she does not like the cone but she is not screaming or scrabbling to take it off. she doesnt even mind being inside that much. but mum and dad are both like 'will she be done soon :(' and my brain is just. [Bees].

she is meant to have the cone on for Seven To Fourteen Days and that was never going to happen regardless but like. im trying to leave her for as long as is sensible but even making that decision feels horrendous, because every option sucks, either im torturing this poor animal needlessly in a dark room all day by herself or as soon as i let her outside she'll chew her stitches open and then that will be Worse and i will be the moron who let it happen

(they literally let preganant TNR spays go after 72 hours. like she'd be fine. but anyway)

my routine is in shambles and my body hurts because im in there sitting on the floor with her as much as i can be and she doesnt even really want to hang out with me while im there she just wants to Groom Obsessively, during which i have to keep startling her if she grooms too close to the scar which makes her so Sad and then Me So Sad and. bro im tired.

(also i have my OWN surgery at the end of this month. which i should be resting for)

i am doing my Best. and while i originally thought what's best for her HAS to be me being in there with her, so she can have as much cone free time as possible, she is a cat and not a person and sleeps like a billion hours a day and when i am stressed so is she. she is fed, watered, and happy to see me by some miracle (if not really a lap cat atm which is understandable given the circumstances). i am not committing galactic war crimes by giving my cat a sensible amount of time to heal (but also releasing her before 7 days is up because she is an outdoor cat and there are limits to her - and importantly my - ability to cope w this).

[SCREAMS] anyway not long to go.

[ultraericthered]

Regarding that reblog I just did.

Yes, I do suspect that in Kingdom Hearts IV, Nomura has a serious intention to pass the baton of MC from Sora to Yozora. And I feel like ditching Sora at around this point is actually one of the few sensible decisions that Nomura could make, as otherwise Sora would run the risk of outdoing even Ash Ketchum in overstaying his welcome.

The problem, of course, is not that Sora would go, but who'd be taking over from him. Yozora, AKA the desperate and pathetic reincarnation of Versus XIII Notcis, as THE new lead hero of a series that originated as a crossover between Disney and Japanses anime style characters where you romp around in different Disney-based worlds and do shit with all kinds of cartoon characters (and even some live action ones!)...it should go without saying how wrong that would be, as it only cements KH as now being a literal Discount Final Fantasy where Nomura gets to tell wackadoo stories completely unchecked. It's just another primary reason why I've sworn off any future KH releases: Yozora and all that he stands for just sucks.

So in my KH Divergence, I give the new MC role to this kid who may or may not be connected to Yozora in Nomura's story IDGAF

If Ephemer was never in the X subseries of games and you just saw that design, doesn't he just look Sora sucessor-worthy? All smiles, positive attitude, appropriately KH fashion sense, voiced by a fresh, young, talented VA (Mike Johnston), and he's even got silvery hair to contrast with Sora being a brunette. He's just an ideal choice to me!

And obviously his run would be even more limited than Sora's, as his name is "Ephemer", meaning "ephemeral", for that reason.

Expect to learn more about my Ephemer and the characters that tag along with him for his adventures in later KH Divergence posts.