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[bugthingsdaily]

today's bug thing is this dragonfly larva bag by amaheso!

[seelestia]

to the esteemed ms. odelia,

it isn't any trouble to me at all!! your work is incredible, and i find myself completely at a loss at how easily you man your shop within the hectic city while still putting out such wonderful goods. i've attached a token of my appreciation: a trio of candid sketches i've been working on over the course of my visits. i do hope you don't mind. regardless, happy anniversary to your shop! here's to many more to come.⎛⎝(ºoꍘoº)⎠⎞

respectfully yours, 🕸️ anon! (congrats on the driving test and happy anniversary x2!! the headcanons were so cute!!)

https://imgur.com/j7GqK6v

[ fanart made by 🕸️ anon! check this out on the original site (imgur link) they've provided ♡ ]

oh, 🕸️ anon... what could i ever do to repay u for this... THIS IS BEYOND CUTE!!! the urge to make a whole theme dedicated to this is simply unreal 😵‍💫 /gen. first things first, i just wanna say that ur artstyle is sososooo lovely & adorable! the poses an outlines here are super neat. and the way u drew the chibis makes me wanna pinch my own sona's cheeks augshshhhshh!! i appreciate the “baker doesn't like sweets?!” headline bcs that is truly my trademark /lh.

pls allow me to dissect this art and ramble more abt what i love/noticed!!! putting it under the cut hehe.

^^^ the strawberries and the kiddos... ‹3 i love how this comes across as "miss odelia! the bakery smells good today!” “is it the cookies or my new perfume? oh, i'm joking, i saved some for you little ones.” !!!

^^^ the details?!???! the ruffles, ribbons, earrings!!! and the stain on the dress uuuuu i lovelovelove it. it's like someone just came into the bakery while i was in the middle of cooking ‹3 the :0 expression.... chef's kiss!

look... someone fell asleep at work... pokes pokes pokes them /lh. again, the way u drew the cheeks and the eyelashes give me cuteness aggression!!! 🕸️ anon, ur so good at this aaaaaaa ‹3

[myastronserviceprovider]

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Numerology is an act of astrology, studying numbers to check if they may have special significance in a person’s life, such as reading date of birth, reading hidden numbers in the person’s name etc. number 88 is considered as the most lucky number in Chinese numerology. Reading names, date of births to find out the significance of a person in another person’s life or to check which number is his lucky number is numerology's meaning. With the help of numerology one can predict how successful he is going to be. 

In numerology each letter has its own number, and the sum of the name numbers is called name numerology. It will always be a one digit number or master number like 11,22,33,44,55,66,77,88,99. A,I,J,Q,Y, letters contained in number 1. 2 contains B,K,R. 3 contains C,G,L,S. 4 contains D,M,T. 5 contains E,H,N,X. 6 contains U,V,W, 7 contains O,Z and 8 contains F,P. the digit 9 does not contain any letter because it is omitted during chaldean’s name numerology. 

The numerologist arranges all the numbers of the letters in the numerology chart and studies them to tell you your lucky number. Numerologists will tell you your parth number, heart desire number, expression number etc. it is easy to read numbers in the name or date of birth cause you don’t need to remember the numbers since it is already written in the chart. There are many online websites who provide free numerology charts or free numerology services in India. Getting numerology service may help you in life to choose your life path. 

There are 2 kinds of numerology. 1st pythagorean numerology and 2nd chaldean numerology. In pythagorean numerology even number 9 contains some letters but in chaldean numerology there are only 8 numbers which contain letters. Chaldean numerology is the ancient way to find people’s place in the universe. There are 3 main features used for numerology. 1 name, date of birth and word sound. This numerology method is most accurate and has been helping people to find out their lucky number’s. It is connected with Indian vedic astrology. 

Chaldean is the name of a region in between Iran and Iraq. chaldean numerology calculator is a tool to calculate name or letter in a value of 1-8. It calculates your life path number, expression number, name number, soul urge number etc. using a numerology chart. The sum of the numbers in your letters in the name is your lucky number. Suppose the name is Ayush, A=1, Y=1, U=6, S=3, H=5. then it should be 1+1+6+3+5= 16

1+6=7

Number 7 will be considered as your lucky number. You can do numerology by yourself at home too but it is a safe way to do numerology professionally. 

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[angelprinz]

hi its somno anon from before and ur addition is *chefs kiss* delicious as always thank u

im back with more brain rot because ur blog is seriously very comforting to someone who repressed their dark content ideas

partly inspired by ur dark web liveshow, poor little reader who has student loans to pay and hasn't had enough money to pay for anything and with their schedule, doesn't have any time to apply for part time work. they hear from a friend about a hidden part of the web that would allow them to get paid without having to do anything serious. desperate, they try it out.

nothing happens after they clicked the website so they go to bed. they wake up nearly at noon the next day, a bit sore but maybe it's from their weird sleeping position. they check their bank account and would u look at that! money! they don't know or understand where it came from but it helped pay their tuition and bills for that month! knowing that it works, they go to the website again and, as usual, nothing happens so they sleep.

the next day, they wake up and there is money in their account again! this happens a few more times and it was okay at first. but then they slowly see marks on their body, suspicious fluid coming out of their hole, and even a weird bite mark that appeared randomly.

so one night, they decided to stay up to see whats the deal. they still pretend to head to bed but they're awake and aware. they hear their door open and someone rummaging some equipment, and they peeked only to find someone setting up some filming equipment.

they see the friend that recommended them the website smiling at them.

"so, u want to spice up this session by staying awake, huh?"

turns out they were filming them being completely fucked in all holes and positions requested on stream while drugged out with sleeping pills (and the occasional aphrodisiac) the money was from the patrons donating to see them get increasingly used.

(idk who else would work here but childe and kaeya are my biggest candidates)

- somno anon

‘m heart eyes for you somno anon!! rubbing my cheek against yours <3 the scientific/rational part of me wants to say that these repressed urges aren’t wrong at all as long as we don’t act on them n i’d love to hear all of them that you have hehe~ i’d imagine albedo or childe hehe.

minors do not interact. dark nsfw content.

warnings: noncon filming, manipulation, masturbation, drugging

it’s frustrating, how all your time is occupied by studies that only seem to pile up in assignments and costs. it’s gotten to the point where your childhood best friend, childe, comments daily about your dark circles and how you really should rest more. he just doesn’t understand, coming from a wealthy background so you can only smile weakly at him during study sessions and catch small windows of rest as you doze off in class. it’s gotten to the point that even the star student, albedo, has woken you gently after a lecture, his handsome face in your view as you blearily awaken.

“you okay? you’ve been pretty tired in all our classes.” if you had the energy, you probably would’ve flushed red at his soft concerned voice and how he’s noticed you taking your well needed naps. instead you just sigh, looking wearily at albedo and shaking your head. “truthfully, i’ve been struggling with financing my study. uhm- do you have any tips? if not, it’s okay-“

albedo nods sympathetically, interrupting your nervous ramble with his calm manner of speech.

“i completely understand. it must be exhausting right? there’s this site you can try out, it’s quite fruitful for people like you.”

desperate and blindly believing albedo’s words, you eagerly respond. “really?! oh, please, let me know how!”

albedo smiles serenely at you, eyes glinting as if he’s found something truly amusing. “it’s quite simple really…”

childe can’t help it. the link that albedo sent him was too tempting, the image of your pixelated bedroom that he knows, because there’s a picture of you two right by your bedside. he feels guilty and he knows he should let you know… but he can’t help but fuck his fist as he watches the stream of you peacefully asleep.

it just stirs all the sick desires he has for you that he’s repressed for all these years, ruined by a live feed of you scantily clad and completely unaware your childhood best friend who swore to always protect you, shooting loads into stolen panties that he ordered straight from your house. every time albedo texts him with another tantalising offer, he can’t help but spend his money on you. it’s- it’s benefiting both sides isn’t it? you- you can rest and he can live out his fantasies for you, even paying for your tuition without you refusing!

it’s a win-win until a text flashes onto his screen. want to fuck them? i can make it happen. childe gulps, hands already sticky with his last orgasm yet he can feel his interest rising along with his erection. childe wants to bury his hands in his head, apologise to you for not doing this the right way but when his hands are cleaned, he’s responding to the text with a swift yes.

you’re the subject of all his wet dreams and he’s about to make them come true, with his schemingly smart friend, albedo.

i believe bedo def had ulterior motives, he used both childe and you! he knew he could get his dick wet, make money and fulfil everyone’s goals. he loves pushing his dick into your limp mouth as childe fucks you forward, the harsh thrusts as childe slides in and out of you making your mouth move along albedo’s length, a delicious heat that he can abuse without a single care. when he slips into your used hole, fucked raw from childe’s intense pounding, the sloppy feel is amazing. when he gets bored of it, he tightens your hole back up by making childe jealous that he’s inside you, so they both force themselves into your wet heat.

i bet zhongli, diluc and ayato are top donors to this stream. the mora pours in like cum into your holes every time it goes live with the duo ruining you.

hehe, i hope you like my lil brain rot somno anon! i love love scenarios like these and your description? simply divine, sigh i want to be manipulated n drugged out so bad. or do it to a cute darling (๑>◡<๑)

[dovechim]

bam! you got scammed! 01 (m)

➾ 10k

➾ warnings: excessive mentions of cum, mentions of unsanitary usage of cum, squirting dildo, cam girl/ cam boy AU, male masturbation, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, slight slut shaming, unprotected sex, creampie 

➾  summary: some might say it's unethical. some might even say you’re a scammer. in this dog eats dog world, the line between right and wrong is a grey area indeed. but as a cam girl, there’s no such thing as work ethic, at least not to you. 

jeon jeongguk learns the hard way when he falls for your scam, but you can be sure he isn’t about to let you get away with this. 

➾ a/n: first of all, i truly apologise for using two gifs. i couldn’t, for the life of me, find a better gif of jeon when he’s pissed off and he does THAT thing with his tongue. you all know what I'm talking about. i hate myself so much because i had to look at so many pictures of jeon while searching for that second gif T___T

anyway, this is the first fic i’ve written where i stopped so many times and asked myself, what the hell am i writing? is this too weird?? but i am thankful for the friends i talked to and the encouragement they gave me :”) it got so long that i had to split it into two parts. the second part will be uploaded next week! 

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Blinking red hearts on the top left of your computer screen. A red dot indicating that your webcam is on and currently filming. Numbers that climb higher and higher by the second, accompanied by a never ending stream of comments in the sidebar.  And every now and then, a bright, happy chime that indicates someone has donated to your stream.

From your point of view, this is all that you see as you spread your legs wider, making sure the camera can capture all the mess that you’ve been making of yourself for the past hour. Your cute bunny hat slips down your forehead as you stroke the dildo in and out of yourself faster, watching the influx of comments praising you and urging you on.

cherry_chim013: whose cum is it this time? jackedasjeon: mine, of course jackedasjeon: it IS mine, right? handfulofhobi: not likely… we all know you don’t have that much cum considering how much u jerk off cherry_chim013: hahhaahfsd shit my dick slipped out of my hand jackedasjeon: SHUT UP jackedasjeon: how do u even jerk off with such a tiny dick?

“Oh come on guys… don’t fight,” you pout, sticking out your lower lip as you take the opportunity to rest your arm for a moment. “I’m sure jackedasjeon’s load is more than satisfying. I’d love to find out for myself one day…”

Normally, with the amount of comments that fly past, you have a hard time reading each and every one while trying to look sexy getting yourself off, but since these three subscribers happen to be your top contributors, their usernames are specially highlighted, and their comments are pinned in place for a few seconds.

handfulofhobi: does that mean it isn’t his?? cherry_chim013: HEY! my dick isn’t small, thank u very much

“I can vouch for cherrychim,” you giggle as you take out the dildo currently buried in your pussy. “I’d say he could give this one a run for its money?”

jackedasjeon: stop playing around babygirl jackedasjeon: i don’t care whose it is anymore jackedasjeon: i just want to see you cum

“Someone’s a little impatient tonight?” You raise an eyebrow at his demanding and insistent messages. “I haven’t even revealed whose cum it is yet… I got such a surprise when I went to pick up the package a few days ago. You gave me SO MUCH cum! Don’t worry, I didn’t spill any while transferring it in here.”

Your sentence ends with a giggle as you hide your face behind your hand, pretending to be embarrassed. Just then, a chime comes from your computer.

jackedasjeon has donated 500 coins!

You sit up a little straighter. ‘jackedasjeon’ has always been a consistent contributor to your streams, starting off with smaller amounts, but this is the most he’s ever given you. You give a little smooch to the camera as you sink the dildo into your pussy all the way, your face screwed up as it bottoms out inside you.

“Ah, it feels so much bigger today, I don’t know why,” you frown in confusion as you continue to fuck yourself. “Thank you jackedasjeon! Who knows… maybe you’ll get lucky next time? But for today, I’m very pleased to reveal that this huge load of cum that’s about to go in my pussy belongs to…”

You pause and reach for the shipping label that you had torn off, address and personal information scribbled out with black marker, leaving only the username visible. Showing it to the camera, you pause for a few seconds, making sure everyone has time to see what’s written on it.

“… handfulofhobi!” Your bright grin grows even wider as the subscriber conveys his delight with a hefty donation of 1000 coins. “Now now, don’t sulk, jackedasjeon. You too, cherrychim! There’s always a next time!”

You put the label away and lean closer to the camera as you start to whine and pant, inching closer and closer to your orgasm. In the midst of this, you read out several other random subscriber’s names in an effort to make everyone feel included. Then, your other hand reaches for the pump beside you, and as your walls clench around the dildo, you press it hard a few times, causing cum to spurt out of the head of the dildo and fill you up.

“It’s so thick… thank you hobi,” you giggle as you slow down your thrusting, reaching to redirect the camera in between your legs. The sheer amount of cum inside you makes everything so much sloppier, and soon the white liquid starts to leak out of you, turning frothy due to your thrusts. Still squeezing the other end to drain all the cum inside the dildo, you lazily push it in and out of your cunt. “You filled me up so well… thank you! I can only imagine what it’d be like to have you cumming inside me for real…”

You end off with a sigh, bringing your fingers down to play with your messy slit as you let the dildo slip out of you. Brushing your clit a few times, you make slightly tortured noises of overstimulation that your viewers love and enjoy, all in the name of putting up a show for them.

After a few minutes, you push the camera back so that your entire body is in the frame once more. You gather the sticky cum that stains your thighs, though it doesn’t do much more than spread it around. Pushing one finger into your mouth, you lick and suck the cum from it while maintaining eye contact with the camera, watching the comments suddenly surge.

While you read the comments, you reach for the dildo and suck around the head of it, squeezing the leftover cum inside it onto your tongue and playing with it, letting it drip down your chin onto your cleavage, covered by your pink lace bra.

cherry_chim013 has donated 400 coins! seojoonie has donated 100 coins! handfulofhobi has donated 800 coins! darkhorse015 and three others have donated a total of 400 coins! seojoonie: the best streamer on this fucking site seojoonie: you’d take my cock so well cherry_chim013: FUCK, that’s so hot cherry_chim013: i came all over myself handfulofhobi: oh my god handfulofhobi: it’d be my pleasure to fill u up in person baby jackedasjeon: push it inside you more babygirl jackedasjeon: don’t let a single drop go to waste jackedasjeon: if i were there i’d fuck it back into u

jackedasjeon: i’m still so hard

“Your pleasure is mine, cherrychim,” you giggle, resting your hand on your belly with your legs still wide open. “Today’s stream was made possible by the wonderful handfulofhobi… thank you so much! To everyone else, thank you for taking time to watch me. It was my pleasure,” you blow a kiss to the camera as you start to do your signature outro.

“As always, remember to like and subscribe to my channel if you liked what you saw! And turn on notifications so you’ll know every time I stream. For a chance to fill me with your cum next week, don’t forget to check out the link in the description box! Bye bye!”

You send a last kiss toward the camera before you turn it off for good, seeing the red light dim before you close your legs, grimacing at how sticky and disgusting you feel. Just as you are reaching for a baby wipe to clean up first, a notification pops up on your screen.

✉ jackedasjeon is requesting to send you a private message! ✉

Accept or Reject

You force a smile onto your face. Can’t reject one of your top subscribers, after all. They make up almost half of your monthly income from this site. The only reason why he’s able to even private message you in the first place. You sigh as you click accept, and a chat window pops up.

jackedasjeon is typing… jackedasjeon: i’m still hard… jackedasjeon sent you an image

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Jeon Jeongguk stares eagerly at his computer screen for a reply, grey sweatpants pushed down to his knees as he lounges at his computer table. Sure, he’d just stroked his cock for over an hour to his favourite cam girl, and that usually does the trick, but somehow today he can’t get it off. Too many horny bastards in the chatroom talking about how hard their dicks are and how much cum they’d pump her full of.

All just getting in the way of him enjoying his favourite cam girl. He really hit the jackpot when he stumbled upon your stream one lonely, horny weekday after class. You drew him in and captivated him immediately with your satin pink hair, glowing skin, wide, innocent eyes and always with that tantalising cleavage bouncing around on screen. No matter what kind of lewd things you did on screen, you always kept your corset top on, emphasising your tiny waist and making Jeon Jeongguk imagine how he’d wrap his hands around it as he makes your breasts bounce.

But more than that, watching your streams makes him feel like he knows you. Your soft voice, the sound of your laughter, and even when you aren’t doing anything lewd, just talking about your day or what you had for lunch, it makes him feel like he knows you in real life. Sometimes while listening to a lecture or working out, Jeongguk likes to turn on your streams and just hear the sound of your voice to keep him company.

He desperately hopes that you’ll entertain his request even though you officially ended the stream, and you limit your online activity to just that one time a week. Despite that, you easily maintain your position at the top of the leaderboard. It’s probably because you’re the first ever cam girl to offer such a service: each week, one lucky platinum subscriber gets a chance to send you a load (or two!) of cum and watch you fuck yourself full of it with your squirting dildo.

Jeongguk hasn’t had the chance, but after today’s stream, he feels more than hopeful. Just as he’s about to add on to the dick picture he sent, something appears on the screen.

meringuebaby is typing…

Jeongguk does a fist pump, his eyes lighting up in excitement. He rushes to delete the ‘i sent u my dick, pls respond?’ currently in the textbox.

meringuebaby: the stream not enough for you? meringuebaby: im not losing my touch am i…? T__________T

Jeongguk scrambles to type a reply back, his hands shaking. He can’t believe that you would even give him the time of day. You, the top streamer on this site, the hottest cam girl he’s ever seen in his entire life (ok, so he’s only watched your streams so far, but that doesn’t affect his ability to make objective judgements!), is private messaging him!

jackedasjeon: no no! never, babygirl jackedasjeon: i just needed a bit more help today… jackedasjeon: u’ll help me wont u? meringuebaby: of course i will… you’re my favourite subscriber ^^♡

Jeongguk’s heart skips a beat, and his cock throbs as he rushes to type a reply back onehanded. An onset of pictures interrupts him though, and he opens them one by one to savour them.

They are obviously just taken, and Jeongguk’s dick twitches at the thought of you taking these pictures just for him. The fact that no one else but him has access to these pictures, out of the millons of subscribers you have, makes him even harder. As he strokes his cock to images of your cum filled pussy, your perfect ass and your oh so innocent pout, he cums all over himself, pulling his shirt up just in time so he doesn’t stain it.

“Shit,” he swears under his breath as he pants, struggling to type a reply back to you.

jackedasjeon: my baby always knows exactly what i need jackedasjeon: i came so hard jackedasjeon: your pussy is so perfect

“… Jeon, how many times do I have to call you? Dinner is read- OH MY GOD!” Seokjin immediately covers his eyes and wails. “W-why didn’t you lock the god damn door? I need fucking first aid, your one eyed monster just massacred the entire human race—”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes as he reaches for his phone to snap a pic of his cum stained abs to send to you, along with a short message thanking you. He doesn’t even bother to hide his slowly softening dick as Seokjin continues to wail about how his mental health will now take a turn for the worse, his crops will die and he’ll get kicked out of school.

meringuebaby: welcome baby, your pleasure is my pleasure ^^ meringuebaby: wow, that’s a lot of cum… shame it had to go to waste T_________T meringuebaby: i really hope you’ll get lucky next week xoxo

meringuebaby is now offline.

Jeongguk is grinning at his screen like a fool, softened dick still out and sweatpants still pooled at his feet.

Yoongi is in the midst of carting a tray of food back to his room when he catches sight of this. Seokjin is still wailing and complaining in the hallway.

“meringuebaby again?” Yoongi glances at Jeongguk’s screen, not half as bothered by Jeongguk’s nudity as Seokjin is.

“Yeah! Hyung, she private messaged with me! Said I was her favourite subscriber!” Jeongguk is practicing bouncing up and down with joy, his bunny smile lighting up his entire face.

Yoongi still seems unimpressed, though he does raise an eyebrow when he sees just how much Jeongguk has donated to your stream today. “What does she do again?”

“She lets one subscriber send her his cum every week. Then during her livestream she fucks herself with her squirting dildo and fills herself up with that subscriber’s cum,” Jeongguk rushes to explain, directing Yoongi’s attention to the leaderboard at the top of the page. “She’s the top streamer even though she only goes live once a week!”

Jeongguk takes the time to finally tuck himself back into his sweatpants and wipe the cum off his abs with a tissue as Yoongi scrutinises the page with a doubtful frown. “She… what now?”

“She lets—“ Jeongguk is about to go into his whole tirade again when Seokjin, finally unfrozen from his state of shock in the hallway, regains his senses when he no longer sees Jeongguk’s exposed dick.

“What?? That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” he laughs as he approaches cautiously, as if Jeongguk’s dick might spring out at any time now. “First of all, that’s disgusting as fuck. Second of all, um… STD risk? Hello??”

Yoongi remains quiet as Jeongguk jumps to his favourite streamer’s defense with a petulant whine. “Ah Jin-hyung!You might think it’s gross, but her thousands of subscribers obviously don’t. And meringuebaby isn’t dumb, of course she makes us send her our test results too!”

“She probably doesn’t even know you exist,” Seokjin rolls his eyes as he walks away.

“She does! She said I’m her favourite subscriber!” Jeongguk calls out after the older man. Then he turns to Yoongi. “Isn’t she pretty?”

“She’s hot,” Yoongi admits with a simple nod. “The premise and all… very intriguing. I mean, lots of men love seeing cum filled pussy. But having the chance to have their cum featured on stream? She definitely hit a jackpot right there…”

Jeongguk beams with pride as he gazes at your profile picture at the top of the leaderboard.

“… but you’re totally getting scammed, dude.”

Jeongguk whips his head to turn and look at Yoongi. “What?”

Yoongi only laughs. “There’s no way she’s actually putting a stranger’s cum inside her like that. Even if she makes all of you send in test results, how can she be sure that they’re not fabricated? How can she be sure that it’s not someone else’s test results?”

“No way,” Jeongguk argues back with the utmost determination. “meringuebaby would never do that.”

Yoongi only sighs. When Jeongguk gets like this, there’s almost no way to convince him that he’s wrong. He’s one of the most stubborn people Yoongi has ever met. But that doesn’t stop Yoongi from saying his piece.

“Have you ever seen her actually pour the cum into her dildo?”

“…no, she always starts the stream right to the point. She’s already fucking herself when she comes online.” Jeongguk says in a small voice, but he defiantly pushes his chin up. “She probably doesn’t want to show us the boring stuff, that’s all!” And then a thought strikes him. “She always shows us the shipping label of the package!”

“That doesn’t prove anything, dude,” Yoongi only sighs at the youngest’s naivety. “She probably mixes up a batch of fake cum and loads it in. The consistency is way different, but you can’t tell when it’s in someone’s pussy. That’s how they do it in the porn industry too.”

Jeongguk is very quiet for a moment as he thinks about all the times he’s seen you fuck yourself with your beloved purple squirting dildo. It can’t be fake. You wouldn’t do something like that. Besides… besides! Jeongguk sits up straight with a sudden brain wave.

“Hyung!” He says with such a thunderous shout that even Yoongi, unbothered and unperturbed even if the sky were to come crashing down, jumps a little at the sheer volume. “The cum she uses every stream. They’re always different consistencies. Some thick, some super thin and watery, and some are just globs. If it was really fake cum, they’d all be the same consistency wouldn’t it? This just proves that they’re all from different men!”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. Jeongguk may be a cum connoisseur alright, but he isn’t exactly the brightest crayon in the box. He pats Jeongguk’s back a few times with a pitying smile. “You know what… as long as you’re happy. As long as it makes you happy.”

Then he leaves the younger man still grinning happily at his computer screen.  Yoongi sighs as he hears the clink of coins signifying Jeongguk making yet another donation to your channel.

♡

“You ended later today,” Irene comments as you walk into the kitchen blindly, holding two cotton pads to your eyes. “Someone give you trouble?”

Ever the motherly figure, Irene has always been against you doing something like this. She always worries that someone might recognise you, especially since you’re one of the few top streamers to show your face openly on camera. But you argue back that there’s no way anyone could possibly recognise you. Not with the four hours you spend doing your makeup in the most ridiculous ways: heavy eye makeup, large, dramatic eyelashes with doll like circle lenses, custom made pink Sailor Moon wig. Most of the time you can’t even recognise yourself when you look in the mirror.

“Not really,” you say, not wanting to go into too much detail about the platinum subscriber who private messaged you, lest you freak Irene out even more.

At first, when she found out what you did as a side job (how could you have known that she’d be back from classes early?!) she had a complete meltdown over how “unsanitary”, “dangerous” and “scary” it was to be putting random strangers’ cum inside you. Not to mention how unsafe it was to be giving out your address on the internet! Until you told her you rented a PO box and showed her your stash of fake cum in the highest cupboard of your room, she was a sobbing mess wailing about how she was going to lose her one and only roommate to a nasty STD or worse, a horny, murderous kidnapper.

Now, sometimes she even helps you mix the cum for your streams when you get too busy to do it yourself. You would have thought that she would be too grossed out at the idea of what it was supposed to be, but she only treats it like a cooking project.

“Aren’t you afraid someone might figure it out one day?” Irene asks as she leaves dinner simmering on the stove to head for the fridge. “That this is all just a scam where you put on five push up bras, cover yourself in makeup, and where you don’t actually…”

Her voice trails off in embarrassment.

You peel off one side of the cotton pad, finding it completely stained with makeup and one false eyelash before peeling off the other. The five push-up bras in question are lying discarded on your bedroom floor, taken off the moment the stream ended.

“No one’s gonna find out unless they make a concerted effort to,” you say disinterestedly as you take off the rest of your makeup. “What I’m selling is an image, a fantasy. Those who believe in it won’t go about deliberately trying to ruin the very one thing that they believe in, the thing that gets them off and helps them escape from reality.”

You say this without an ounce of guilt whatsoever.

“If they really believe this—” you turn around and pluck your violet contact lens out of your eye to illustrate, “— is real, then they’re just fools. Sad, lonely fools.”

Technically, what you’re doing isn’t a scam, because do the guys who watch you still get to cum till their balls are empty? Yes.

Are you still fulfilling their fantasy of filling a stranger up with cum? Yes.

Before you started doing this, back when you had first signed up on the streaming website with only a few subscribers to your name, the top comment you always got was how the men wanted to fill you with their cum.

Why not give people what they want? That’s not a crime. You’re simply leveraging upon the laws of supply and demand (so econs class wasuseful after all!).

“Anyway, I just raked in another four hundred plus today,” you turn around bare faced again, scooping up your glasses and putting them on while grinning at your roommate. “You said you needed some textbooks on Monday right? They’re on me.”

“Oh ______... I can’t! It’s your hard earned money,” Irene hesitates as she scoops out the tofu stew she’d been slaving over for the past hour into bowls. “You should keep it for yourself.”

Irene always helps you with your streams, does your makeup and cooks you dinner even if she’s busy with school. This is the least you can do for her. You frown at her as she hands you a bowl of rice.

“Don’t even argue with me. I already ordered your books online. They’re coming in the next few days.”

Irene sits down opposite you as you start to dig in ravenously, her expression slightly worried, but she covers it up with a genuine smile of thanks. “Just be careful, _______.”

♡

You sit in front of your computer, textbooks open but attention elsewhere entirely.

A part of you slightly regrets being so generous to Irene as you stare at this semester’s tuition fee. Did it go up? Was the amount always this much?

You have barely enough in your bank account to cover it. Not to mention you’d have to miss out paying your portion of rent this month, on top of eating $1 kimbap for every meal if this goes on.

You sigh as you fold the letter in half. Just when you thought you could stop worrying about money so much, life just hits you in the face.

A chime comes from your computer as it lights up, and you click on the email notification from the cam girl website.

✉ jackedasjeon has sent you a private message!✉

Needing to take your mind off your worries for a second, you click to open his message.

jackedasjeon: when are you announcing the details for next week’s stream baby? jackedasjeon: i really hope I get lucky T____T jackedasjeon: i’ve been waiting for sooooo long T_____________T

Reading his messages makes you think about the dick picture he sent you. He’s clearly a well-built guy judging from the veins in his hands and arms, not to mention his generous cock, and last but not least, the cum stained abs that he was trying so very hard to show off. But the tone of his messages makes him sound like a whiny baby, and the thought of such a contrast actually makes you laugh.

Then, an idea strikes you as you click to your homepage and open a new announcement post.

hi cumnoisseurs ♡

how are my lovely icing chefs doing? ^___^♡ uwu

i was thinking of trying something new for next week’s stream! instead of picking a winner randomly (since I think most of you platinum subscribers have already had a chance once), there’ll be a bidding to determine the winner! owo

you can submit your bids on the discussion page! every night at 10pm, i will post the three current highest bidders ^_____^ bids are in increments of 250 coins! the entire bidding period only lasts for three days, so make sure you don’t forget!!

or i’ll be really sad that you wont have a chance to frost my cupcakes… qmq

i’m looking forward to receiving your icing bags uwu

lots of love,

meringuebaby ♡

As you read through your own post, you are cringing so hard from the overly sweet and cute tone that you almost throw up in your own mouth. The overuse of emoticons and ‘uwu’s has you want to wash your eyes out with saline. But this is what your viewers love, it’s the image you have cultivated for yourself, and you have to stick to it.

Sighing, you add a couple more emoticons here and there, deciding that there’s no such thing as overkill, before clicking on submit.

♡

Seokjin is having a nice, pleasant day whipping up some macarons; relishing in the peace and quiet. Having the entire kitchen to himself like this is rare. Usually, Jeon Jeongguk is in here making a mess with his protein shakes, or Min Yoongi is huddled in a chair eating whatever horrendous concoction made from three day leftovers in the fridge.

Seokjin shudders at the thought of that.

But at least with this; with this he can destress yet make some money on the side. It isn’t much, but taking small orders here and there has really added up over the weeks. He even has his own Instagram page where he features the best batches from his weekly bakes, and it really does a lot in attracting new customers.

He cracks one egg, separates the yolks from the whites, then moves to crack the second egg, tipping the yolk to one side of the shell and letting the whites fall into the pristine metal bowl beneath. All through this he can feel the serenity settle deep into his bones, he feels perfectly at ease. This is what he’s meant to do all his life; become the top pastry chef in Korea. His hands move to tilt the shell with the yolk just a little to make sure he gets every drop of egg white possible, when—

“Oh my GOD!!!!!!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!!”

— his hand slips, and the yolk falls into the precious reservoir of egg whites down below, contaminating it beyond redemption as it breaks apart upon contact.

Seokjin breathes out in an attempt to control his rage.

“HOLY SHIT!” Jeon Jeongguk’s voice does not stop yelling.

Seokjin wipes his soiled hand onto a paper towel. With resolute steps, he makes his way to the stupid punk’s room, fully intent on teaching him a lesson he won’t soon forget. He shoves open Jeongguk’s door violently, completely forgetting what happened the last time he entered Jeongguk’s room without first knocking.

But luckily this time, he doesn’t end up with an eyeful of Jeongguk’s one eyed monster.

Instead, he finds Jeongguk prostate on the floor, on his knees with his forehead touching the ground as he sobs.

“Thank you thank you thank you…” he is mumbling as he— are those tears on his cheeks?!

Seokjin glances around in alarm. Has the stupid brat finally lost it? Had Seokjin been too harsh on him lately? But asking him to clean up after eating is definitely not too much—

In the midst of his fretting, Seokjin catches a glimpse of Jeongguk’s computer screen. He is currently on the cam girl from last time’s— he doesn’t recall a name— home page. Seokjin reads the top announcement, posted just five minutes ago.

And he is speechless.

“H-hyung… isn’t meringuebaby great?” Jeongguk can barely speak, his voice is choked with tears. “She’s actually giving me a chance now… I don’t have to depend on luck anymore! HYUNG!!! This time I really just might win!!!”

Jeongguk is looking at him with stars in his eyes.

Well, no really, it’s just the tears that are making his eyes shine like that.

“Sh-she calls you all… cumnoisseurs?” Seokjin stutters.

Jeongguk puffs out his chest. “Isn’t she the most creative?”

Seokjin can barely believe his eyes as he turns back to the post. “She wants you to… to… frost her cupcakes? With your...your— icing bags?”

With every word, Seokjin’s voice reaches a higher pitch, until his voice almost breaks on the last word. This is… this is an absolute insult to the pastry chefs who shed blood sweat and tears trying to hone their respected craft. Who spend hours in the kitchen trying to whip up that perfect batch of soft, fluffy and white meringues for their macarons, break their backs trying to ice their cupcakes flawlessly, only for all of it to be turned into some kind of lewd, sexual innuendo by some cam girl.

His face is red with rage. His ears are burning. Seokjin is sputtering with indignance. But he can’t find a single word to say.

“… do you even have that kind of money?” He finally spits out.

All at once, Jeon Jeongguk deflates like a soufflé taken out of the oven too soon.

Seokjin feels a little better seeing this. Who the hell does meringuebaby even think she is—

“I’ll find a way,” Jeongguk is wiping away his tears with one hand, brow set into a determined frown that has Seokjin feeling a little nervous. Whenever he gets this look, it’s a sign that Jeon Jeongguk is about to do something extremely stupid, incredibly reckless and most likely life-endangering. Like that time he fell for that online scam by a Nigerian Princess promising inheritance of the throne in exchange for a few dick pics.

“Wh-what are you going to do?” Seokjin glances at Jeongguk nervously as the youngest pushes himself to his feet with resolution, taking a seat in his desk chair once more.

“I’m going to…” Jeongguk takes a deep breath as he wipes the last of his tears away, clicking open a new browser in his computer. “I’m going to find a part-time job.”

Well. That’s certainly not what Seokjin was expecting. He lets out a sigh of relief. “As long as it makes you happy, Kook-ah. As long as you’re happy.”

Seokjin turns away with a niggling worry in the back of his mind as he hears Jeongguk swear under his breath.

“What the fuck? $250,000 for a kidney??”

♡

The guy beside you keeps sighing. All throughout the lecture, he is scrolling rapidly on his computer, obviously not taking any notes whatsoever. Normally, you would be more than a bit annoyed at being distracted, but today you’re not in any mood to listen either.

Yesterday night you posted the first three top bidders on your page. Strangely enough, and dare you say to your disappointment, jackedasjeon is nowhere to be found. He hasn’t even made a bid on your page. Currently at the top is cherry_chim013 with a bid of 2500 coins, and handfulofhobi is a few places down with a bid of 1,000 coins.

The lecturer announces a five-minute break, and the guy beside you sighs once more. You turn to him with a concerned look, peeking at his screen. “Something wrong?”

He turns to you in slight surprise, black curly hair ruffled and with sleep still in his eyes. “Wh- oh. Nothing. It’s just… why does finding a part-time job have to be so damn hard?”

He slouches in his seat and juts his bottom lip out. You feel a pang of sympathy for him. Before you discovered this cam girl gig, you were in his exact position. Scouring the school’s part time job listing for something that is manageable with a full load of classes, yet pays decently. It’s an almost impossible feat.

“Tuition fee, huh?” You sigh and pat his back in solidarity. “This time of the semester always comes around way too quickly.”

“Uh… yeah… tuition fee’s a goddamn piece of shit,” he says as he rubs the back of his neck with a nervous laugh.

“How much are you short?” You rest your chin on your hand.

“Um…” he bites his lower lip as he meets your eyes, and it strikes you that you’ve never seen such round, innocent doe eyes before. “About… $550 maybe? Or more? I… I don’t know.”

He seems to be in a sorry state— jittery and lacking sleep. Poor thing probably stayed up all night worrying about how to pay his fee; he’s so out of it right now that he can barely even remember how much more he needs. You can empathise with that all too well.

“Di- do you have any good part time jobs to recommend?” He suddenly turns to you, sitting upright in his seat.

You peer at his computer again, garnering his name from his login at the top of the school’s webpage. “Jeongguk, right?”

“Yeah—“ He follows your gaze to his screen, and then he looks at the cover of your notebook. “Any part time gigs to recommend, ______?”

“I’m sorry, I really don’t,” you say truthfully. In fact, this was the entire reason why you resorted to being a cam girl in the first place. It’s just impossible to get by with a part time job that pays so meagrely. “You could… you could tutor? I don’t know of any students you could teach though…”

“Forget it,” Jeongguk says glumly, sinking down in his seat. “Did you know the black market buys kidneys for $250,000?”

“Dude, that’s way too much suffering to go through,” you shake your head vehemently. “I mean, I could never do that.”

“You’re right,” Jeongguk sighs as he mutters to himself, “it’s impossible to get that done in 2 days anyway.”

“Why not try something less painful? Like donating blood!” You turn to him with a sudden brainwave. “It’s for a good cause, and its relatively painless too!”

Jeongguk only shakes his head. “I can’t. I was just getting over a flu earlier this week, and I’m still finishing up the antibiotics…”

You sink back into your chair, wracking your brain in thought. “Then… what about… I know this sounds crazy, but… donating sperm? Like, become a sperm donor?”

Jeongguk immediately rejects your idea. “What? No way. My sperm is way too precious for me to just pour it down the drain like that. Besides, if I do that, then I might not have enough for—“

He stops talking suddenly, and his face grows really red. The tips of his ears follow suit, and you think it’s actually kind of adorable, despite how he seems to be a little simple minded.

“Awww. Does someone want to be a daddy someday?” You grin at him, watching his face grow even redder. “You’ll still have enough sperm even if you donate! Did you know your balls make several million sperm a day— about 1,500 a second??”

Jeongguk is a choking, stuttering mess as he turns away from you and your wholesomeness. There’s a whole other reason why he treasures each and every drop of his cum, and definitely not for the reason you think. Though he wouldlike to have kids someday, but that is entirely besides the point.

You are still going on and on about how much sperm he has in his balls right now, and to his horror, hearing you talk about his balls and his sperm and his cum is actually making him grow harder and harder by the second… if he doesn’t do something to shut you up, soon he’ll have a raging boner right in the middle of a lecture.

“I’ll consider it!” He blurts out, and you stop mid-sentence.

“See, I told you it was a great idea!” You are all smiles, patting him on the back. “Let me know how it goes, friend!”

You grin at him, genuinely happy that he decided to consider your suggestion.

And that’s how you and Jeon Jeongguk become friends.

♡

jackedasjeon’s bid is still nowhere to be seen on the second night. You’re getting a little more worried now, especially since the cherry_chim013’s top bid has now been replaced by kingcrabjoonie with 3000 coins.

You would have thought that he definitely wouldn’t miss out on this chance, seeing as how desperate he’s been lately. Clicking over to his profile out of curiosity, you see that he was last online a few hours ago, but yet he still hasn’t made any bids. Perhaps he’s waiting for the very last day?

Or maybe he’s just some poor lonely guy who doesn’t have that much money at his disposal in such a short notice. A part of you begins to feel bad for making your subscribers pay instead of holding a lucky draw like you always do, but you desperately need the cash.

Besides, doing this would weed out all the broke college students and leave only those with a stable income. You’re well aware that guys your age, guys in the same class as you even, watch your streams, but from a very practical point of view, these guys tend to donate in small amounts, and if you depend on them for a living, you’re out of luck.

After lingering on his profile for a few more minutes, you sigh and close the page entirely, pushing all thoughts of jackedasjeon out of your mind as you force yourself to concentrate on your five-page paper due tomorrow.

♡

“Hey, did you see Jeon today?”

Yoongi plucks out one side of his earphones, currently in the midst of rearranging one of his songs, when Seokjin pokes his head into the room. He glances at the clock and realises that it’s almost dawn. Yoongi rubs his eyes sleepily and stares at the older man, dressed in workout gear and presumably about to head to the gym and pretend to work out, return drenched in sweat (read: splash himself with water in the washroom at the gym) and call it a day.

“Don’t know. He didn’t come back again?” Yoongi saves his work once, twice, and three times.

“No. Normally I wouldn’t give a shit about what that brat does, but…” Seokjin’s voice trails off. “He’s up to something. I just know it. Last I heard was that he needs some six hundred bucks for that cam girl website or whatever—“

“He’ll be fine,” Yoongi says through a barely concealed yawn. “He’s not a kid, you know. Even Jeon Jeongguk has his limits too.”

“I know, but…” Seokjin’s voice is interrupted by the jingling of keys, and then a door opening and closing.

“There, see? He’s back in one piece,” Yoongi points his chin toward the sound of Jeongguk rustling about in the living room, turning back to his computer and pressing play again.

“Yeah, on the outside, but who knows what he’s missing on the inside?” Seokjin mutters to himself as Jeongguk drags his feet down the hallway, looking much more worse for wear than when he started out that morning.

“What happened to you?” Seokjin asks, half dreading the answer. “You didn’t… you still have both your kidneys right? Your liver? Your heart?”

“Your brain?” Yoongi pipes up, not even sparing a glance from his screen. “Oh wait. I forgot you didn’t have that one in the first place.”

“Hyung, you’re the one who doesn’t have a heart,” Jeongguk retorts back, but there’s no bite to his bark at all. The youngest can’t stop yawning, and his eyes can’t stay open for more than a few seconds. “I got it. Hyung, I got it.”

“Got what?” Seokjin asks, flabbergasted, but then Jeongguk pulls out a thick wad of cash. There must be at least $300 there. “Oh my god. You robbed a bank.”

Yoongi glances at what Jeongguk is brandishing proudly for a brief second. “You idiot. If he robbed a bank, he would have stolen way more than that.”

“I got an advance payment at my part-time job, and went to ask for a student loan,” Jeongguk says, his eyes opening wide enough with his signature sparkle for just a moment. “Boss made me work the graveyard shift even though no one in their right mind would want to buy furniture in the middle of the night before he would give me next month’s pay.” Jeongguk is puffing his chest out as he counts his money, grinning uncontrollably. “I can’t believe it was that easy. All my problems are solved!”

Seokjin watches the youngster kiss the wad of cash in his hands. “Kook-ah… you know that loans have to be repaid, right…?”

Just then, Yoongi speaks at the same time, tilting his head towards Jeongguk with mild interest. “Aren’t you still short? The highest bid on meringuebaby’s page as of last night is now 3000 coins. Meaning you need $600.”

Yoongi is casually examining his fingernails as he says this, and Seokjin turns to him in confusion. “Wait, how do you know what the top bid is?”

Seokjin’s mind is racing, and he comes to only one conclusion.

“Fuck, the bid only closes tonight and it’s already $600??” Jeongguk groans as he stares wide-eyed at the stack of cash in his hands. “I only have just enough, provided it doesn’t go up any further.”

“I could lend you some first,” Yoongi says with his eyes still on his screen, and Jeongguk lights up like a Christmas tree.

“Really, hyung? Oh my god. You have no idea how much it would mean to me!” Jeongguk is all smiles once more.

The conversation is moving faster than Seokjin can comprehend.

“On one condition,” Yoongi turns around with his arms crossed. “I want to send her my cum too.”

“No way!” Jeongguk explodes in a ball of indignance. “The rules are clear. Only one person’s cum and it has to be from the person who won the bid! That’s cheating, hyung!!!”

“It’s fine if you don’t want to,” Yoongi shrugs indifferently as he turns back to his computer. “It’s not my loss.”

“I could never do that to meringuebaby,” Jeongguk says with clenched fists as he places one over his heart. “It would be like lying to her!”

Yoongi only snorts and mumbles something about being ‘totally whipped’ under his breath that Seokjin can’t quite catch. But then, all of a sudden, Jeongguk is turning to him with those puppy eyes and a pouting lower lip.

“Hyung, you have cash, don’t you? Can’t I borrow some? I promise I’ll pay you back,” Jeongguk says with reverence.

“I… um… I don’t get what’s…” Seokjin can only stutter, entirely overwhelmed by the past few minutes to form a coherent response. Yoongi visits this seedy little cam site too?? This meringuebaby person is earning just how muchas a scam girl??

“I’ll wash your dishes for three months, even during your baking practices,” Jeongguk throws in desperately.

And that seals the deal. As much as Seokjin loves baking, he absolutely hates the washing up. Not to mention when there are multiple icing tips, multiple mixing bowls, multiple trays… just thinking about it makes him feel exhausted already.

On top of that, he does have a rather large order coming up… having Jeongguk do the washing would make things so much easier.

So against the more rational part of his brain, he sighs and takes out his phone. “How much more do you need?”

♡

On the last night, when you log on to check the bids at exactly 10pm, your heart skips a beat when you see who is occupying the top slot.

“Oh my god, that crazy bastard really did it,” you mutter to yourself when you see that the top bid is way ahead of the second place winner. jackedasjeon had only placed his bid just two minutes ago, and also ensured that no one else could outdo him by bidding 4000 coins.

While a part of you is overjoyed at the extra income, you also wonder why someone would bid that much more than necessary. Perhaps this jackedasjeon person is really desperate… who are you to judge? You push the thought aside and make a new post to officially announce him as the winner, and see that the coins are transferred into your account. Then you send him a private message with details such as the address of your PO box that he should send the package too, as well as a few other administrative matters like how to securely wrap his package, what date he should send it by, and other things including the need for him to get officially tested and screened for any diseases and include the results in the package.

Not like you’ll actually need it anyway, but all the better to add to the realism.

Once you click send, you navigate to your account page to cash out all of your hard earned coins, and almost immediately, your phone lights up with a notification from your bank. You’re saved. Thank god for jackedasjeon.

You sigh in relief as you start to write a cheque to pay off your tuition fees.

♡

Jeon Jeongguk is over the moon. He is overjoyed. He is skipping all the way from class back home.

Throwing open the door, he can’t contain his excitement as he heads straight to his room. He opens the private message from you again just to make sure he hasn’t forgotten anything. The test results should be sent to him by email by today; he’d gone to get tested a few days ago just to make sure that there wouldn’t be any delay. He managed to get a few large, airtight vials as instructed, bubble wrap, and a sturdy cardboard box. The only thing left is…

Jeongguk sighs as he leans back in his chair, unzips his jeans, and starts to look for his favourite porn.

Which leads him to you, of course. More specifically, he begins browsing through some of your highlights videos on your page just to get himself in the mood. Just as he clicks on one where he remembers that you’re talking about your Sailor Moon outfit, he pauses.

Does he really want to do this?

A stupid question, granted all that he had gone through in order to secure the winning bid. But that aside, Jeon Jeongguk pauses. He finally has the chance to send the girl of his dreams something, anything at all. Does he really want to send her a vial of his cum? meringuebaby deserves to be treated way better than that. After all the hours of company and relief that you’ve provided him, Jeongguk feels like it just wouldn’t do to be this impersonal.

And in a way, Jeongguk does feel as if he owes you a word of thanks, at the very least. You made the past year of college slightly more bearable. Every week he has something to look forward to, someone who understands him, someone who makes him feel a little less lonely. Someone who helps him get through the hell that is college.

Then, Jeon Jeongguk realises he doesn’t really want to send you a vial of his cum like some weirdo. He just wants you to know how much he admires you, and sending you cum in the mail definitely isn’t the way to do that.

So he zips himself up again and reaches for some paper and a pen instead. If Yoongi ever found out he was about to do something this lame and sappy, Jeon Jeongguk feels like he would just die, so he double checks and triple checks that the door is locked, before he begins to pour out his feelings to meringuebaby on paper.

An hour passes, two hours, even, Jeongguk has lost track. But five sheets of paper later, he is finally satisfied with the end product as he puts everything into an envelope and drops it into the box. He puts away the unused vials into a drawer, wondering if he’s being an idiot for passing up on this chance.

But no. More than anything else, he wants you to know how he feels about you. How grateful he is that you do what you do. He doesn’t want to be jerking off and just sending you his cum like that. He wants you to know just how much you’ve helped him get through the not so good days. And what better opportunity than this? Maybe you’ll be so touched you’ll even read out his letter during your stream.

He nods to himself, confident of his decision as he seals the cardboard box.

♡

“You got another package,” Irene sings out as she knocks on your door.

You click pause on your online lecture to open the door, only to find your roommate holding a box in her arms.

“This one’s unusually light,” Irene mentions as she comes into your room, setting the box down on your desk. “Should we open it and check what’s inside?”

But you wave her away. “Nah, why bother? It’s gonna be nasty as hell. Even I don’t want to see the stuff. Just tear off the label and toss the package. Or just leave it by the door. I’ll dispose of it properly when I head out.”

“Is this the one that helped you pay your tuition?” She asks curiously as she begins to carefully tear the label off the box. “This ‘jackedasjeon’?”

“Yeah, he’s a platinum subscriber, but he’s never won before,” you say as you bring the box outside and leave it by the door. Come to think of it, it is unusually light as compared to the previous packages that you received. But it can’t be anything much, seeing as you’re going to toss it out anyway, so you don’t think much of it as you head back to your room to get a headstart on preparing for your stream.

“Should I do something special? He paid a lot for this,” you muse as Irene starts to get out the supplies to help you mix today’s batch of fake cum. “I was thinking of throwing in a freebie. You know, I saw one streamer selling the water that she soaked herself in while doing her stream. She bottled it up and added glitter and some food dye or some shit like that. Made it look like unicorn tears and called it her ‘Gamer Girl Bath Water’.”

Irene wrinkles her nose as she pours out some lube from a giant 2 litre bottle and starts adding some water to it to adjust the consistency. “That’s gross. I know I’m saying this as I’m literally mixing cum right now, but still.”

“You gotta give her credit where credit is due though,” you say at your reflection in the mirror as you tie up your hair and start your skincare routine first. “She’s creative as hell. Why didn’t I think of that first? Now I’ll have to come up with something else. Like selling my worn underwear or something.”

“Are you crazy?” Irene turns to you with her spoon still dripping onto the counter. “That’d cost you an arm and a leg!! You’ll barely break even like that.”

“You’re right…” you sigh in resignation. “What does a girl have to do these days to make some money??”

Irene is silent for a moment as she concentrates on adjusting the texture the way you taught her the very first time, while you put on your base layer of makeup.

“Is this okay? Too thin? What kind of cum do you think jackedasjeon would have?” Irene asks thoughtfully as she scoops some of the mixture onto her spoon and lets it drip back into the container.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you reply, brows furrowed in concentration as you focus on getting your eyeliner just right. “I guess he seems like he might have a pretty thick load? He does have a nice cock. And nice arms. But I guess he can be kind of childish sometimes. Maybe thin it out a little more.”

Irene suppresses a giggle as she does as she’s told. Every time the two of you cook up that week’s batch, you always play a guessing game and make up facts about the mystery man whose cum you’re supposed to be playing with that week.

“Come help me with this,” you turn from the mirror with your eyes closed, holding out your false eyelashes. Irene is the only one who can get them on you, and without them, your disguise would not be complete.

“I have no idea what I’d do without you,” you sigh as Irene is putting the finishing touches on your hair and makeup an hour later. “Where would I find a roommate who mixes fake cum for me, and dresses me up to scam men on the internet?”

Irene giggles as she pats your cheek with a grin. “All done. Now go and earn us some money, meringuebaby.”

♡

“Hello!! I missed you guys so much! How are my cumnoisseurs today?” Your voice, bright and cheery, fills the entire room as Jeon Jeongguk settles into his desk chair, but he can’t seem to sit still. He is brimming with excitement, his heart is racing and it feels as if it might explode out of his chest.

You look beautiful as usual, dressed with your pink wig and Sailor Moon outfit, waving your star tipped wand about as you do your usual greetings, reading out the names of your top subscribers. Today you are surrounded by cupcakes with pastel pink, power blue, and snow white frosting on three tiered cake stands, and you reach for one cupcake, scooping a bit of the icing onto your finger and sucking on it.

“Aren’t they pretty?” You are scooping even more icing onto your finger, savouring the sweetness on your tongue with a cute little moan. Jeongguk feels the blood shoot straight to his cock upon hearing it. “I have some pink macarons here too! I decided to get these because I was craving something sweet today… don’t they look good?”

Jeongguk rushes to type his comment, adjusting himself with one hand as his jeans grow even tighter.

“I’m even sweeter than these?” You giggle as you read his comment, and Jeongguk feels a surge of adrenaline as he watches you wink at the camera as you continue. “I think that’s my line, jackedasjeon. I must admit that I was a little impatient and I had a taste of you earlier… that’s why I was craving something sweet!”

Jeongguk feels his heart seizing up as his eyes are glued to the screen. The words don’t really register in his brain as he watches you bounce up and down in excitement, and then he is distracted by your ample cleavage instead. You would have read his letter by now, right? Is that why you look so happy?

cherry_chim013: you should do a live where you’re in the kitchen cherry_chim013: wearing just an apron cherry_chim013: hehehehe

cherrychim is one perverted fucker. But Jeongguk can’t say that he wouldn’t like to see that visual either. He watches with a stupid goofy smile on his face as you talk a bit more about your day and eat a few cupcakes, getting some of the icing on the corner of your mouth, and Jeongguk wishes he could reach through the screen and help you wipe it off.

“I brought a whisk with me today! I just thought it would fit with today’s theme,” you brandish the utensil and wave it around. “I tried it on myself earlier and… it felt really nice as a massager. At the end of the stream, I’ll be giving it away to this week’s winner!”

Jeongguk watches as you start to use the whisk to play with yourself, running it up and down your body as you play with your own breasts over your bra. He is entranced and absorbed. You push your skirt up to reveal your panties that already have a wet patch on them, and start to rub yourself with the whisk over them. Your cute little moans and whines are getting him harder and harder, and when you push your panties to the side and start to finger yourself, Jeongguk groans audibly.

“Let’s really start the party now, shall we?” You pause with a glance at the camera as you lick your own fingers clean. “This week’s winner is jackedasjeon! Thank you so much for your… generous donation, it was well received!”

You brandish your faithful purple squirting dildo, and accidentally squirt some of the cum onto a nearby cupcake.

“Oops! How careless of me!” You gasp as you pick up the cupcake and scoop up the icing, with the cum on it, and put it in your mouth. “Tastes like salted caramel now,” you giggle.

Jeongguk swears under his breath as he watches you taste the cum stained cupcakes. He was never really into foodplay, but watching you like this, he just might reconsider.

“It’s supposed to go inside me, not on the cupcakes!” You are giggling as you scold yourself. “Sorry about that, jackedasjeon. But since you sent me so much, there’s more than enough cum to go inside me.”

At first, Jeon Jeongguk is far too horny to hear what you actually said. But after a few moments, the words register in his mind, and he frowns in confusion.

“Wh-what?” Jeongguk says aloud even as you start to suck the head of the dildo, squirting some of the cum out messily around your lips as you go. “But I didn’t… how can this be?”

There must be some sort of mistake. Jeongguk didn’t even jerk off that day, let alone send you any cum in that package, so how can you still be streaming and thanking him like this? He opens the drawers at his desk to make sure that the vials are still there. They are sitting at the back of his desk, untouched from the last time he left them.

You are showing the camera ‘his’ cum now on your tongue, making a great show of playing with it and swallowing it. After a bit, you start to tease yourself with it, playing with your clit and as Jeongguk watches the cum drip onto your cunt, his erection just dies down completely.

As if to confirm his suspicions, he watches the cum drip down your chin, and it look suspicious. Even if he had somehow mistakenly sent you his cum, the cum that you are playing with right now is most definitely fake. In fact, it looks just like lube wth some water added to thin it out.

If he didn’t send you any cum… and you are still streaming as if you received it in the mail…

This can only mean one thing.

Jeon Jeongguk has been scammed.

♡♡♡

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(Christ, I am posting this at like midnight, I’m definitely gonna need to reblog this during daytime so more people can actually see this lol)

Anyways! This whole pic was based on a dream I had recently. I’m gonna copy and paste what I put on my DeviantArt submission of this pic under a Read More, so I don’t have to retype more of the same. But basically, weird dream that was animated in a style that was a combo of Invader Zim and Panty & Stocking, and was about Lan turning into a little kid and Maddy and Match being forced to take care of him. :P

From my DeviantArt description (with some links removed, since Tumblr tends to hide posts that link to other sites...):

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As the title says, the idea for drawing this came from a dream. A dream from a while ago actually, I had to take care of other drawings first between then and now. But today I managed to draw this, since I still had an urge to share what I saw! Lemme take a few minutes to explain further, if you don't mind. :u Basically, it was a weird dream I had a while ago about an episode of NT Warrior. Lan got turn into a little kid (like, actual little kid, not his usual 11 year old self  ) and Maddy and Match have to take care of him because he thinks they're his parents. And it's explained in the episode that Lan's actual parents are conveniently out of the country on a vacation at the time. And then something about Grave returning to attack Lan now that he's basically defenseless, and Maddy and Match basically get to be heroes for the day or something?? The rest of the episode is kinda vague in my head, but I do remember it having a bunch of funny moments.   Though, the dream was also animated in this style like... I want to say it was like a cross between Invader Zim and Panty & Stocking, but it wasn't quite like that? Kinda? I think it may have also been influenced by a bunch of animated Japanese music videos I had been watching a day or so before the dream too. And the dream animation also had textures/patterns over the character's clothes, kind of like Chowder. I tried to recreate what I saw based on my memory, and I... got kinda close. ... also I gotta say, it feels bizarre to draw Mr. Match so scrawny, eugh.  Despite that type of weirdness, maybe I will return to this style someday in the future and refine it a bit more. Overall it was honestly really fun to draw in a more loose and blatantly cartoony style like this. Also also, not sure the chances of this, but: If anyone is interested in expanding on this idea, be it another drawing, or as a comic or fic or whatever, feel free to go ahead! I really have no plans to expand on or revisit this myself anytime soon, so yeah. Obviously just be willing to credit me with the original idea (dreams still count as ideas, right? :u ), and give me a heads up so I can check it out!  

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[vegetacide]

Coffee - Part 4

Veg●notable: Haven’t touched this is a while and its just been sitting in my W.I.P file... so here ya go

Part of my Coffee: Wicked Barista story line. Links to previous chapters below

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 

Warnings: None

Summary: Hidden in plan sight... sort of....

Characters: My rare pair cause they are my life...

Universe: A/U TaG’verse 

Enjoy 😊

oOo

Glancing in the rear view, Kayo swung her door open and stepped out into the Autumnal sunshine.

The air had a mild bite to it which was a complete contrast to her warm island home. Virgil seemed to thrive in this sort of weather despite his years on the island, it invigorated him and put a little spring in his step which in turn brought a soft smile to her face.

“You’re happy this morning.” Virgil stated, slipping around the hood of the car and joining her on the sidewalk.

She shrugged and tucked her hands into the pockets of her soft, brown leather coat, “It’s a nice morning.”

Virgil bit back a yawn and stretched, leaning back against the side panel of the slick sports car. “A little too early if you ask me. Why they plan meeting at this time of the morning is beyond me”

“Well, for normal people the day actually starts before noon.” She teased with an arched brow.

Reaching out, Virgil carefully tucked a loose strand behind her ear. “The point being,” He started, smoothing his fingers along her jawline. “We own the company so meeting times should be a bit more flexible.”

Kayo shivered and hunched her shoulders against the breeze that rustle the leaves of the small elms that lined the sidewalk.. “Well, you should discuss that with your brother. He set it up.”

“And knowing you, you objected to it being in person and suggested a holo conference.” Seeing her quiver, Virgil frowned and pulled the zipper of her jacket up higher.

“Yes, and obviously he ignored it. Something about doing stuff in person is more personal and its good for the board to see a Tracy in the flesh.” Her voice dropped a few octaves for the last part in a poor imitation of Scott’s voice.

“Scott likes to add the personal touch to business dealings. It was something Dad always prided himself on and it’s only reasonable that Scott would hold to the same values.”

“Well next time he should pick a warmer location.” She groused.

Virgil’s chuckle at her crankiness which brought a childish pout to her face as she grumbled. “You know, your love of coffee is bordering on obsession, right?” Obviously redirecting the course of their conversation to cover for her distaste of their current situation.

His very pleasing lips, turned up in a cocky grin as he went with the topic change. “Well I wouldn’t need it so much if someone hadn’t decided to jump into ensuite jacuzzi at 1 in the morning.”

Her own lips curved up as she stepped into the embrace of his arms and nearly sighed at the warmth radiating off of him. “Well, no one said you had to join me.”

A look that passed over his face as he dipped down to nip at her lips made her laugh. “Like I could resist that temptation. I only have so much control and you know it.”

She laughed and slipped her hands inside his jacket and around his trim waist, her fingers grasping at the loose folds of the cable knit sweater he wore to stave off the cold. At least one of them had come prepared for the weather, next time she would remember to check the forecast. “You are way too easy to manipulate.”

A mock look of shock had his brows shooting off into his hairline. “Oh, so you admit it. I knew it!”

She pecked a kiss on the end of his nose. “Ok Hot Shot, we don’t have all day.. Go get your fix already.” She swatted at his backside before pointing off towards their destination. “At your rate of travel it’s going to be time for bed again before we even get a hot drink.”

His lips skimmed down her neck and had her pulse skipping a beat before stepping back from her. The shit eating grin on his face proof that he knew exactly what he had just done to her. “Bed? Now that sounds like a great idea..”

“Don’t even think it!” She barked out a laugh. “Scott would have my hide if you missed this board meeting.”

It was Virgil’s turn to pout but he acquiesced and with practiced ease slipped across the street, through the snarling traffic and to the little coffee shop he had insisted on stopping at.

Her eyes stayed on him as the door closed behind him and she told herself she had not just watched his ass make the whole journey .. but really, who was she kidding? It was a very fine posterior.

Giving her head a shake, she got serious and once again her eyes scanned over the crowds around them and the nondescript sedan that had been tailing them. She nodded her head as she made eye contact with the driver, one of her security personnel who she had personally hired and vetted.

Pulling out a small comm device from her pocket, she slipped it into her ear. “All eyes on deck, Big Green is on site.” The series of acknowledgments that sounded back to her were very professional and just what she expected from the well trained group.

#-#-#

Late that night, Kayo arched her back and stretched. Her hair was flared out around her in a glorious halo of dark, thick waves and her body was sublimely loose and achy in all the right places.

One thickly muscled arm was thrown casually across her midriff, fingers lax and gently curled as the man they were attached to slept on.

Looking over at the mussed, ebony haired man beside her, Kayo lips turned up affectionately. His face was turned towards her though half buried in his pillow, mouth slightly parted as he lightly snored away.

Sprawled out on his stomach, the sheet riding low on his trim hips, Kayo couldn’t resist lightly skimmed her fingers up his back before leaning over to brush her lips across his shoulder blade. Virgil stirred lightly and one warm, brown eye cracked open, there was a question in his sleepy grunt.

“Shhh,” She hushed, “Go back to sleep.”

With little fuss he snuggled into his pillow and drifted off again within seconds.

Waiting just long enough to ensure the steady rise and fall of his thickly padded chest, Kayo untangled her limbs from his and slipped out of the bed, quietly escaping and comfortably nude across the thick carpeting of their luxurious St. Regis hotel suite of rooms.

She was careful to avoid tripping over the trail of discarded clothing that lead from the sitting area through the pocket doors to the now very rumpled sheets and she ducked stealthy into the bathroom. Grabbing a sumptuous robe off the back of the door, she slipped into it and set herself down at the richly appointed settee that graced one wall of the immaculate space.

Reaching into her toiletry bag, she grabbed her back up communicator and was instantly met by a smiling Lady Penelope.

“Tanusha,” She greeted, her eagle eyes taking in the security specialist rather ‘tumbled’ appearance with the slightest cock of one manicured brow. “I was beginning to suspect you’d forgotten about today’s conspiratorial agenda.”

Letting the veiled reprimand roll off her shoulders, Kayo straightened her spine. “Sorry for the lateness of the hour, your Ladyship.” She swept her loose locks to one side, the thick length trailed over and dark against the bright white covering her shoulders. “I was detained.”

The smile that lit Penelope’s eyes was very telling and Kayo resisted the urge to shut off the visual feed and go audio only. Her manners kicking in, she shoved the thought away and focused on the nature of her call. “Sanders reported in at 2100, advised that our friend had a visitor for coffee.”

“That she did.” Penelope corroborated. “I suspect it was her handler, I have assigned some agents to ‘escort’ at a respectable distance and report back their findings. As it stands at the moment though, this particular gentleman is an unknown to us.”

An enhanced image transferred to her and Kayo had a good look at the average face that flashed on her display. He was 30 something, thin build but deceptively athletic if the way he held himself said anything. His eyes though and the obvious bulge under his coat added another element. “Ex-military?” She thought out loud.

“I had the same thought as well. Various sources are being quietly contacted.”

“And our coffee wench?”

Penelope tutted at Kayo’s unsavoury term. “Now, now. No need for such vulgarity.”

Kayo narrowed her eyes, “She has an active contract on Virgil so the vulgarity is applicable...and I am keeping the more ‘creative” phrasings to myself out of respect for present company.

The British agent tipped her head in acceptance. “Point taken and I thank you for your courteousness.”

Another image flashed in front of Kayo and Penelope read her the dossier “Jessica Warner..aka Tracy Steinbeck, aka Rebecca Adler .. to name a few aliases, has numerous affiliations with the disreputable sort and seems to be well known on the dark web for her paid for hire services and discretion.”

“Not so discreet this time around, “ Kayo muttered, “Her location now?”

“Home. She is being monitored round the clock. If she so much as orders food in, we will be aware of it. “

“Good, she’ll need her beauty sleep for tomorrow.“ A wicked gleam came to her face as she thought about the tracking device in the biscotti bag. She had plans for it but now was not the time to put them in motion, she didn’t want to tip her hand and alert the hired gun that her cover was blown.

Kayo’s gaze flicked to the waste basket under the counter and her eyes narrowed on the hastily scrawled information on the crushed disposable coffee cup. “Her room mate…there wasn’t anything on her in the GDF databank or with my connections. Anything come up on your end?”

She watched the elegant shack of Penelope’s head. “Nothing, just a civilian with a very poor taste in living companions.”

“Lucky for her.”

“Indeed.”

Hearing stirring from the other room, Kayo glanced towards the washroom door. “Keep me posted if anything comes up and I will do likewise. If you can’t reach me contact Sanders. I’ll send you his comms info.”

“Appreciated. Good night, Kayo. Send Virgil my best.”

Kayo rolled her eyes. “Night, your Ladyship.”

oOo

TBC

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7 Ways To Tap Into The Power Of The New Moon In Pisces and The Solar Eclipse

Calling all alarms, mermaids and water children! Tonight's brand-new moon in charming, angelic Pisces-- the watery sign of the fish-- brings a flooding of caring and also healing power to planet earth.

The 2015 Pisces new moon is specifically powerful, as it's both a supermoon (implying it goes to its closest indicate the earth, appearing especially big from our perspective) and a complete solar eclipse. Eclipses move into bring abrupt modifications and reinventions, so welcome the brand-new (as well as the unanticipated).

This eclipse will likewise begin the 2015 spring equinox. Quickly after this potent site opens, the zodiac will reset as well as the Sunlight will relocate right into Aries. Discuss a cosmically billed day!

Pisces is ruled by Neptune, earth of the subconscious as well as impressions. Life is however a desire under its trippy yet magical spell. Yet hey, it can be fun when things go differently compared to intended-- once we stop battling the circulation.

Today's Pisces new moon offers the ideal possibility to concern, well, just about every presumption we have actually ever made.

Magic is feasible today, so here are a few means you can shift some particles in deep space by taking advantage of the power of the Pisces brand-new moon:

1. Suspend all beliefs.

We've heard informed individuals (and also would-be informed folks, like us) recommend that 'reality' is a made-up concept, subject to interpretation. You understand, there may simply be something to that.

Albert Einstein, whose concept of relativity turned our idea of reality on its head, was a Pisces. Today's brand-new moon motivates us to wonder about direct ideas like distance and also time. Ever notice that when you're tired, an hour seems like a lifetime-- however when you're 'in the area,' it flies by means too swiftly?

Or, as we have actually listened to people state, the President of the United States has the same 24 hours in his day as you do. The Pisces new moon triggers us to shift into quantum thinking, where time is a lot more flexible than fixed-- and could be curved at our will.

One of our preferred (and also most absorbable) publications on the quantum realm is Dr. Joe Dispenza's Breaking the Routine of Being Yourself: Just how To Lose Your Mind as well as Create a Brand-new One. The Pisces brand-new moon pushes us to think about that possibly-- simply maybe-- what we THINK we know isn't the only possibility.

2. Welcome the unexpected.

To be human is to be a control fanatic. Pisces is the sign of abandonment and release. Under the spell of this user-friendly indicator, we would certainly all do well to hand the symbolic reigns to the world-- which might have a much better plan compared to the one our temporal minds can create.

When things take a U-turn or drift off onto an unchartered path, attempt not to go crazy. Instead say, 'Hmmm ... I question exactly what I'm expected to pick up from this modification of occasions?' Allow your inquisitiveness lead, instead compared to your stress and anxiety. Quit, listen and also connect into the flow. You're being directed, so pay attention up!

3. Take into consideration the concept of the 'afterlife.'

Pisces is the zodiac's twelfth and also final indication, which is why so several people birthed under this indication are 'old hearts,' with a strong link to the various other side. Pisces is additionally related to reincarnation and also the immortality.

Another publication that's made a huge effect on us and aided us via some awful circumstances is Anita Moorjani's Dying To Be Me: My Trip from Cancer, to Near Death, to Real Healing. Moorjani's whole body was surpassed by cancer and also she fought the illness for four years. On her expected deathbed, she had a near-death experience where she recognized her worth as a human being which old, unconscious worry, went to the origin of her cancer.

During this experience, she experienced pure entirety and love, remaining in multiple locations simultaneously, and also a state of liberty that she defines in poetic information. After restoring awareness, Moorjani's health and wellness made a remarkable turn-around as well as she was launched from the healthcare facility weeks later on without a solitary trace of cancer cells in her body. Moorjani is a Pisces, remarkably enough! Her tale is medically documented. It's an incredible book that can make you rethink exactly what you understand about disease, healing, life as well as death.

If you're dealing with the passing of an enjoyed one, the site ModernLoss.com additionally uses a broad swath of individuals's experiences dealing with pain, death and also passing away in today's world. At the Pisces new moon, a fresh viewpoint on all these matters could actually go far.

4. Live your life as a work of art.

What if you pertained to every little thing you do-- from brushing your hair to creating an email-- as a job of art? Visualize just what type of honor, dignity and also divinity you would certainly bring to every minute of your life? You would exist in a true state of elegance. Right here's a Pisces brand-new moon idea: try this as an experiment for two weeks-- leading up to the Virgo complete moon on March 16-- and also see just how your experience of life shifts.

Need a push? Obtain inspired by musician extraordinaire Michaelangelo-- a Pisces birthed March 6, 1475. He spent four years painting the amazing ceiling of the Sistine Church, which is one of the 7 wonders of the world. Throughout his life time, Michaelangelo was referred to as Il Divino (' the magnificent one'). How extremely Piscean, since the shroud in between the earthly as well as the divine is thinned by Pisces' beautiful impact. What spirit or force owned him to such quality? Get your very own version of the symbolic paintbrush and learn.

5. Don't hate, meditate.

Pisces rules the subconscious, as well as brain researchers all over are discovering surprising benefits of having a tendency to your own through reflection. While the concept can seem intimidating (is another person's 'OM' more high-vibe compared to your own?) or bothersome (you desire me to rest still for how long?), you don't have to escape to a 10-day quiet hideaway to achieve the stunning health and wellness advantages.

From decreasing your blood pressure to enhancing your empathy to minimizing stomach fat, health advocates are rallying us to 'practice meditation, not medicate.' Why not begin, or re-start, this attesting practice today? With alternative Pisces in the lunar house, everything starts with one deep and conscious breath.

Meditation simply needs you to sit still and understand your breath, also for a couple of short minutes (this wonderful overview of reflection for non-meditators discusses it well). Personally, we such as using led reflections, like the ones from our friend Terri Cole, as well as the Oprah-Deepak Chopra series.

6. Take a creativity vacation.

When was the last time you misplaced a couple of hrs as well as simply allow on your own follow your impulses? Daydreamer Pisces encourages you to ride a divinely-inspired wave.

Whether that means playing with a music tool or watercolors, having an unscripted dance party for one, or roaming via stores examining out scents, bespoke bags and also lust-worthy shoes (glamorous Pisces guidelines the feet, after all), the Pisces brand-new moon urges you to adhere to the muse.

7. Take advantage of the tidy water movement.

Pisces rules the seas and seas, as well as this eclipse can highlight the should safeguard and share our earth's water. Numerous children around the globe have little to no accessibility to risk-free, clean alcohol consumption water.

At the Pisces brand-new moon, check out philanthropic efforts to alter that, like UNICEF's Faucet Project, which challenges individuals to abandon mobile phone use to unlock tidy water gain access to, or by beginning your own CharityWater campaign. You can also get involved with regional or regional efforts to save water and also shield our earth's jeopardized supply. Below more than 100 means to do that. For a mind-blowing glimpse of the battle for water (and the impact of business greed), examine out the documentary 'Blue Gold: World Water Wars.'

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Blacktech Week’s 2017 List Of The Greatest Metropolitan Areas For Dark Operated Services.

I was recently said to by a friend that when a person is called nice", they believe it is actually merely a polite technique to mention boring"; and joe-U-teretani.info also while Taichung wasn't precisely ordinary, it absolutely really did not spin all our tires. Each of those metropolitan areas has one thing terrific to encourage it, and they do not consistently appear on the "absolute best" notes folks put together. Development, Performance and Modernism: GSA Buildings of the 1950s, 60s, and 70s. Our opportunity on Doi Lang was extremely pleasurable along with great deals of area to ourselves, solitude plus great deals of birds. I enticed him my method is by far the most effective technique to prospering throughout life, rather than by yelling as well as , making an effort to reduce every person else, ruining the partnerships that generate close friend- ship and passion, blocking your arteries as well as rusting the pipes that keeps you active - along with bile and also acids steaming via your vascular as well as intestinal bodies. Rock jazz hip jump very hot disco jockeys are actually some of the coolest factions of the night life in the bars of Athens which remain available late in the night tabbing along with the noises of live conventional and also western popular music Athens is actually an area that revels and also party all evening long. What probably will possess been a ordinary as well as efficient link had it been actually designed throughout every other age, the Dumbarton Bridge was actually installed 1914-15 as well as influenced through what is called the City Beautiful Activity." This reform philosophy of North United States construction and also urban planning prospered in the course of the 1890s as well as early 1900s, particularly in D.C., along with the intent of introducing ornament and also monumental majesty in United States urban areas. Whether it's the eye-catching beach fronts, fascinating shipyard, playgrounds, sports or buying locations, the metropolitan area is entirely life-throbbing. To truly experience the area you require to visit among the various markets. Costs Neuendorf, the urban area's financial growth supervisor, told Money management & Business in August that a north-south by means of road as well as two-story townhomes offer individuals the feeling of being in an area.

Gerogetown in Penang is actually likewise a UNESCO ancestry internet site immersed in wealthy history and society, and tourists are actually urged to look into both urban areas. At 84.6 kilometres away from the urban area of Coimbatore, one may see this gorgeous town away which is far from the hustle-bustle of the industrial metropolitan areas nearby. Early metropolitan area organizing in New Place, like comparable neighborhood actions around the nation, verified to become a treatment that existed mostly on paper-on the web pages of a pretty reasonable file and in legal actions as well as charter modifications. Naturally, Rome is likewise thus huge, and also loaded with a lot of destinations to see, that a check out to the urban area needs mindful organizing - and the understanding that you will just have to return down the road to find more of what you are going to have missed out on the very first time. It will be actually the most effective opportunity to walk, click on snaps and also witness the neighborhood lifestyle by going to Camden Market, Portobello Market, as well as the Blossom Market as each one has its very own specialty. Be sure to see The Lowry craft center, perform some purchasing at Affleck's Royal residence market as well as fill out your time along with a vacation to the club to join Manchester's spirited nightlife.

Attractive, remote and a striking 1,500 m over water level, this town is actually gone to by pretty few tourists. Also throughout opportunities of captivity by their opponents, the Jewish people have loved and also shown obligation to their mommy land.

[artificialqueens]

A Triple A Christmas: Part One (Group Fic) - NymphCAMP

Nymph’s A/N: It’s the festive season aka the best time of the year known to mankind and thus we are writing another continuation in the Mean Queens lives for our best buds/everyone who read and supported Mean Queens this year. This one goes out to the AQ Brits, Doots, Candle, Thursday, Adrian, and HoLA3 <3 

Merry Wankmas’ A/N: HEY BABY WHY DONT U BEND OVER AND LET ME STICK A CHRISTMAS TREE UP UR ARSE AND LET ME CALL U ANGEL HOHOHOHOHOHO 

Something Sharon would never understand was how people managed to be happy early in the morning. Granted, she’d never been an early riser, so a 7am class that required waking up at 6am wasn’t completely ideal, but she just about managed it. The fact that there were students already out, smiling and singing Christmas songs and throwing goddamn snowballs at each other was mind-blowing.

Sharon had stumbled out of bed, unsure whether she was still drunk or just hungover, and pulled on as many layers as she could find. Of course, naturally, it had fucking snowed and frozen overnight. Just on the way to the main part of campus, she’d slipped over three times and was convinced she’d done permanent damage to her hip. And yet people were smiling, some draping tinsel around random trees, others walking through the snow as though it were nothing. It was disgusting.

Then again, it was fair to say that the closer it got to Christmas, the more pissed-off Sharon became. By December 24th she was usually a downright Grinch. The only difference with this year was that she was erring on the side of Scrooge, and much earlier than usual.

A few scattered voices behind her suddenly burst into song, startling Sharon so badly that she almost slipped again. She caught a few words of the tune, vaguely recognising it but unable to place it in her mind.

Wait.

Christmas sweater?

Two thoughts entered her head; the first of which being why the fuck are they singing Christmas Sweater? No one knew that song. Admittedly, Sharon didn’t even know all the words, and she’d been there throughout the entire writing process and video shoot, laughing at Alaska in the middle of a jumper for three when she stood head and shoulders above both Willam and Courtney. She certainly wasn’t singing it, so there was no reason for anyone else to be. And she knew for a fact Willam would still be passed out in bed, based on the sheer amount of alcohol she’d consumed the night before.

The second was just sheer irritation. Fucking really? IT’S TOO DAMN EARLY FOR THOSE HIGH-ENERGY BITCHES. How had they managed to follow her from home to college? Was this a deliberate sabotage of her only escape from their combined bubbliness?

Too much mulled wine the night before had made very sure that Sharon wasn’t in the mood to even ask why people were singing the AAA Girls fucking song. All she knew was that she was getting away from the festivities, and fast. Fuck Christmas, she had a class to get to. She clamped the cheap earmuffs against her ears and picked up the pace - risking yet another fall on the ice just to get away.

By the time Sharon arrived at the room her first class was held in she’d managed to put the entire incident out of her mind, instead thinking about the incredibly clever way Shakespeare had managed to comment on society at the time without getting arrested, and wondering if she could ever do something similar. Granted, free speech made it much less likely that she would, but damned if she didn’t want to be like her hero.

“Sharon?” the all too familiar voice startled the girl out of her thoughts, and Sharon had to take a second to compose herself before she turned with a forced smile to face the guy who had sat in the seat directly behind her.

“Julian, hi,” Sharon said, her voice as cold as she could make it, praying that he didn’t try anything this morning. It was entirely too early to have to fend off the interests of someone she didn’t even know the last name of, let alone have the energy to give him the time of day.

“Have you seen this video? It’s everywhere,” he continued, pulling out his phone and turning the screen towards Sharon, before lowering his voice. “They’re all really hot,” he added, Sharon rolling her eyes in disgust before turning her attention to the screen, figuring that the sooner she did what he wanted, the sooner she could get him to fuck off and shut up.

To begin with, she didn’t really register what was happening. If she was honest, she wasn’t that interested, nor did she really care. It was just gonna be some annoying viral video that people would quote for months. Besides, it was a guy showing it to her. That was an automatic red flag.

So far, so boring. A regular old guitar riff. A cheap white door in a set that was obviously on a very low budget. A “to-do” list reading xmas lights, AT5000 + CA and douche. Willam appearing through the door. Alaska in those stupid green Christmas glasses-

Wait.

Alaska?

Sharon did a double take. Why was she being shown a video of her friends singing? If this was another one of Julian’s shitty jokes in his attempts to impress her, it wasn’t working. She had been expecting a viral video, not her friends…

“How many views does this have?” She demanded, practically grabbing his phone out of his hands to look for herself. “Where did you even find this?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, it’s all over social media. You haven’t seen it yet?”

Sharon fought back the urge to tell him that yes, she had seen it - several weeks ago when they were filming it and she’d spent the day keeping them company on set, half helping out and half writing essays.

“Seven hundred and fifty thousand?” Sharon hissed, checking and rechecking the view count to make sure she wasn’t just seeing things. And sure enough, every time she refreshed the page it jumped up by a few thousand more.

Julian glanced at Sharon in surprise, not entirely sure why she was reacting the way she was.

“Sure, it’s a viral video,” he shrugged, pulling his phone back off of her. “And I told you, the girls are hot and it’s kind of funny.” Resisting the urge to break his skinny little neck, Sharon grabbed her bags and jumped up out of her seat. Shakespeare could wait, she needed to phone Alaska.

******************

Finding a quiet spot in one of the lesser used buildings, Sharon settled down with her bags piled around her and pulled out her phone. She quickly logged onto twitter and scrolled down her feed, her eyes widening further every time she saw someone retweeting the video, or commenting on it. Julian was right, this was definitely viral. And she didn’t think any of the girls knew anything about it.

Exiting the app, Sharon quickly punched in Alaska’s number and held the device to her ear, praying that the blonde would answer.

“Sharon?” Alaska’s voice sounded from the other end of the line, rougher than usual. Clearly the phone call had woken her up, but Sharon didn’t have the time to worry about the implications of that yet.

“Hey babe,” Sharon replied, before quickly moving forward. “Have you been on twitter yet?” “Twitter?” Alaska asked, her voice tinged with a sleepy confusion.

“Yeah, that app you spend entirely too much time chatting shit on?” Sharon continued, trying not to let her frustration show in her voice.

“I know - no, I’ve not been on it.”

“Babe, you’ve gone viral,” Sharon couldn’t hold in the news any longer, and was waiting for the squeal of excitement from the other end.

But all she got was silence.

“Alaska?”

“Are you- I’ve gone viral? I’ve got a disease?” Alaska’s voice rose several pitches with fear, and Sharon resisted the urge to slap her forehead.

“No, Lask,” Sharon said patiently. “Your video has gone viral.”

Another beat of confused silence. Sharon wanted to scream. This had the possibility of being the big break the girls had been waiting for, and Alaska didn’t even get it.

“Babe, I’ll phone you back,” Sharon said quickly, before hanging up. There was only one person now who could help her capitalise on the success of the Christmas video. Looking down at her phone screen again, Sharon clicked on Jinkx’s name and prayed she was more awake and alert than Sharon’s beloved girlfriend.

***********************

Alaska stared down at her now blank phone, Sharon’s words echoing in her mind. If she didn’t have a disease, that had to mean-

“COURTNEY!” Alaska gathered all of her early morning strength to yell out her friends name. “GET IN HERE NOW!” Willam was a lost cause this early in the morning, but Courtney would be awake, as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as always. Whilst she waited for her friend to appear, Alaska idly clicked onto twitter, her eyes nearly falling out of her head as she saw the number of notifications blinking at her. Scrolling down her feed, their video appeared time and time again, people sharing it and talking about it and talking about them.

This had never before happened to them. They’d done a couple of music videos at this point, released several songs, but the success had been minimal. And if Alaska was entirely honest, mostly their friends. But now - she wasn’t entirely sure how this had happened or where the sudden success had come from, but she wasn’t about to start complaining.

“Lask?” Courtney’s Australian tones sounded from the doorway, her confusion apparent.

“We’ve gone viral!” Alaska almost squeaked, thrusting her phone at Courtney. “Look! People are talking about us!” Courtney’s confusion morphed into excitement as she scrolled through Alaska’s twitter feed. People were tweeting lyrics, sharing the link, even a few online magazines and social media sites were beginning to talk about them. Even just the words ‘Christmas Sweater’ were trending!

“How is this happening?” Courtney asked eventually, passing the phone back over to Alaska and staring at her with wide eyes. Alaska shrugged.

“I don’t know, but it’s so cool. People know who we are!” She squealed, pressing play on their video.

Courtney disappeared back out of the room, presumably to alert Willam to their new status as viral sensations. Alaska turned her attention back to her phone, not able to keep her excitement to herself.

[From: Laskybean. To: Noodles<3]

OMG!!

[From: Noodles<3. To: Laskybean]

I know ! I told you. Yer famous !!

[From: Laskybean. To: Noodles<3]

wait, ur in class ??? stop txting! bad girl

[From: Noodles<3. To: Laskybean]

Stop texting me then ! It’s yer own fault.

[From: Laskybean. To: Noodles<3]

im famous!! u cant blame me for anything

Alaska put her phone aside, hearing celebratory yells from the living room where Willam and Courtney had been camping out. She immediately rolled out of bed, pulling the thinning dressing gown around her shoulders and pocketing her phone, before dancing out the door.

“We’ve made it!”

Willam levelled her gaze at her, laughing at the sheer excitement on Alaska’s face.

“Not yet my overgrown friend. We’ve made it to the internet, people know who we are, but-”

“We have to make the most of this so people don’t forget about us,” Courtney finished Willam’s sentence, having already been given this talk. Despite all Willam’s shortcomings, she had the best business brain out of all of them.

Alaska’s excitement dimmed slightly. She’d forgotten that this would mean that they’d have to work even harder to make sure people kept remembering who they were, but before she could get too maudlin, there was a knock at the door.

“Jinkx!” Alaska grinned as their ‘manager’ stepped through the door, throwing her arms around the older woman. “Have you seen?” Jinkx nodded, bustling over to the small table in the corner of the room and setting herself up with laptop and phone. “Sharon phoned earlier, and my email has been going crazy. We’ve work to do ladies,” she told them, not entirely convinced any of them would be much help.

Alaska grinned.

“We’re famous!”

********************************

Being famous had its shortcomings, Alaska was quickly finding out. Jinkx had put them all to work, inviting Katya, Violet, and Ophelia over to deal with the sheer volume of messages and calls and emails they were all receiving. All of them knew if they didn’t capitalise on this success, and show that they weren’t just a one video pony, they’d fade back into obscurity as fast as they’d risen into the public eye. Luckily for Jinkx, although Alaska, Courtney, and Katya were about as useful as a chocolate teapot and had busied themselves with Instagram stories (which were a lot more fun now people were watching), Willam, Ophelia, and Violet were proving to be a massive help.

“Girls, you’re promoting, right?” Jinkx checked in briefly, nodding over in their direction from where she was sat with the more competent of the bunch.

Alaska nodded. “Sure are!”

As soon as Jinkx was no longer paying attention, she was giggling again. “I love this one. This was… her college stairwell, I think? She wasn’t even drunk here, just tired.”

What Alaska was calling ‘promotion’ was essentially an excuse to scroll through her social media pages and look at all her posts, remembering fun days and happy memories. For the past ten minutes, she’d been giggling hysterically with Katya and Courtney over an ongoing saga of photos of Sharon asleep in odd places and positions, with the occasional snap of Courtney every few minutes so that they could claim they were still working.

She scrolled further and laughed again. “Oh this one is amazing. Definitely drunk-”

Katya was screeching. “Face down, ass up! She’s got class!”

“Girls! Come on you three, get something done.” Jinkx reprimanded gently.

They ended up making Katya film a short segment of them singing, but soon enough had gone back to simply looking at photos, retweeting video links, and making short clips of themselves acting like idiots - telling Jinkx that they were trying to be ‘relatable’.

Despite the utter commotion that had taken over the tiny flat, no one missed the sound of the front door opening, nor the sigh of relief when it shut. Although none of them could see who it was, her trademark loud voice served its usual purpose of announcing her arrival before her appearance did.

“PUMPKIN, I’M HOME!“

Alaska leapt up in the middle of a shot, Courtney grumbling that she’d ruined a pretty photo in her excitement. Moments later, she was dragging a rosy-cheeked, snow-covered Sharon into the living room and practically squealing down her ear.

“Sharon we did it! People are talking about us! They - They like the song, and the video, they know who we are!” She enthused, bouncing up and down.

Sharon couldn’t stay frosty. “I’m so proud of you! I told you your day would come, I always believed in you!”

Still filled with frenetic energy, Alaska busied herself with taking off Sharon’s coat and scarf, dusting the snow off her and chatting away as though there was nobody else in the flat. She was desperate to hear Sharon’s thoughts on everything, her eyes shining at every word.

“People have been singing it on the way to class, and in class too. I think even my professor has heard a snippet of it. Julian tried to show me the video.”

Alaska screwed up her nose. “Fuck Julian. So it’s not just an internet thing?”

Nobody else in the room understood half of the rapidfire speech that the two exchanged, but judging by Alaska’s expression, nothing had put a damper on her mood. She had resorted to dragging Sharon further into the flat, right into the centre of the chaos, and draping herself over her lap.

“I can’t believe we’re famous,” Alaska marvelled, dragging out her words and shifting to rest her head comfortably on Sharon’s thighs. “We’re gonna get paparazzi. People will recognise us!”

Sharon grumbled. “They’re already fucking recognising me, thanks to your stupid photos. Do you know how embarrassing that is?”

Alaska let out a tiny giggle. “From my Instagram?”

“Yes!” Sharon replied, half laughing herself. It wasn’t like she could stay mad - this was the biggest thing that had happened in the career of the AAA Girls so far. She was too excited to be mad. “A group of girls on my course wandered up to me asking if I’m the girl asleep with her ass in the air on the stairwell. Fucking embarrassing!”

“You love it.” Alaska teased. “We’re all gonna be famous! All of us!”

Everybody fell back into their respective groups after the initial shock died down - Katya filming Courtney singing some Christmas classics, Jinkx discussing plans for more recording and possibly advertising with Willam, Violet and Courtney’s sister Ophelia, and Alaska cuddling into Sharon who was mumbling about how proud she was.

“So,” Katya began. “This requires a celebration. We are in the Christmas season and things are going well, so we have to have a party. Who’s down?”

All hands save for Jinkx’s went up. “I think I’m a little too old for that. But have fun! You deserve it.”

Katya clapped her hands together. “Excellent. We need alcohol, warmth, food and more alcohol.”

“I’ll take tonight off work and make cocktails here instead. I’m not going to that shitty bar when I could be here.” Sharon added. “Someone crack open the champagne, we at least have to do a toast before I kick you all out so we can celebrate.”

Violet laughed, pulling out their glasses and champagne as though she lived there. She’d gotten drunk at their flat often enough to know where everything was. Sharon took over from there, having to push a complaining Alaska off of her in order to make use of her bartending skills to quickly fix everyone a glass of bubbly.

“To the AAA Girls!” Someone yelled, holding up their glass. The cheer was echoed, followed by the satisfying clink of the glasses touching.

“I guess Christmas miracles really do happen.” Willam shrugged. “It’s no virgin birth, but it’s a miracle.”