#i’m the tyrant’s secretary

[swee7dream]

dreamies as manhwa characters 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

genres miscellaneous + headcanons triggers one mention of gagging (?) just to be safe . note purely for myself . i have no one to talk to about my 300+ reading list of shoujo manga/manhwa so you all get this .

mark lee (ᓀ‸ᓂ)

saebom from no office romance !

is it really mark lee-coded if it’s not (childhood) friends-to-lovers? exactly.

saebom and mark are walking green flags full of reasonable expectations, goofy mannerisms, and encouraging words even if it will not result in the best outcome for them personally

everyone loves them, it’s impossible to hate them!

even when their jokes are pity laugh-worthy with their loud barfing sounds and accidentally guilt-tripping gags

they mess up as all humans do but they always do their best to fix it as soon as possible to minimize damage.

they’re considerate of others but also (rightfully) proud of their work and aren’t shy to display it when the time is right. hashtag stream fraktsiya

huang renjun ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა

cheol from after school lessons for unripe apples !

obviously i’m not thinking physically when i consider them similar.

but on the inside. on the inside… they are one.

they aren’t too open about their feelings. sometimes it feels like they don’t understand them themselves. and so they have a thin veil of mystique around them

it’s just nerves

they’re both just nervous guys who feel the need to protect everything at all times while also trying to hold back because, why should they? that’s not their job. they’re not getting paid for this.

but it’s just such an innate action on their part they just can’t help themselves !

they are responsible individuals who are just chaos magnets.

lee jeno ૮ .◜◡◝ა

zachary from a marriage of convenience !

men of little words. men of… easily misunderstandable words.

we’re not going to go into zachary’s story because if you haven’t read marriage of convenience i am on my knees begging you to

it’s easy to write them off as tsuns, especially with the way jeno treats jisung, but they’re NOT

they are such big lovers they will move heaven and earth for their loved ones and still be understanding if you ask for something else or more, even

they are well aware of their grand accomplishments, but also keep their eye fixed on their loved ones’ expectations, always making room for improvement

also… great physiques GUYS WHO SAID THAT TUMBLR BLOG SWEE7DREAM GOT HACKED GET THE NEWS REPORTERS

lee donghyuck ʕ˙Ⱉ˙‧:ʔ

kevin from spirit fingers !

specifically, more last arc kevin.

they’re silly, they’re clingy, they love their partner !!!!!!

the banter is always next level with them yet so are the dramatics and sulking.

their confidence is just attractive whether its romantic, platonic, whatever !

they know that no matter what they wear or if they have makeup on or not, their pretty privilege will cancel out the fact that there’s toilet paper clinging to the bottom of their shoes

their positivity is like a purifying beam to the people around them. their kind words and actions are done with the purpose to uplift the people around them.

you can’t have a low self-esteem around them, they are professional cheerleaders! hypemen! supporters!

how could you not love them?

na jaemin ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

camute from the crow’s prince !

i was originally gonna put tamaki from ohshc but that’s like saying the sky is blue. we all know that, why beat a dead horse?

so, camute it is !

first of all, blond. they both eat up the hair color. blueprinted, invented, copywritten !

that aside, they are so open in communication it’s like you just got hit in the eyeball with a neobong with how much of a green flag they both are.

they won’t make you say anything you don’t want to say in the moment, but will make sure to get the point across that they expect to have a conversation about the subject in the near future because YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO THEM.

they’re also highly protective to the point it’s SILLAY. they’re a sulky kind of jealous not a ‘i will lock you up in a basement in an abandoned mansion on the top of a remote mountain for making eye contact with Frank From Work’ kind of jealous

jaemin on bbl… ‘my bag is heavy :(’ ‘oh ur gonna help me? WRONG ANSWER. NEVER TRUST ANY MAN.’

so true king 💯

zhong chenle (ᯟ︿ᯏ)

kahir from i’m the tyrant’s secretary !

‘you love me? duh, of course you do.’

very positive self-perception. nothing can tear this man down. except you, even though he’ll act otherwise.

has a different standard than everyone else from clothes and technology to relationships. to them, it’s easy to act as if money is no object, instead placing more effort into the people that they care about.

their thoughtful gifts are sometimes extravagant to the eyes of anyone aside from themselves, but they really have a different standard of what is considered acceptable, especially if it is something that is going to belong to their loved ones.

don’t you realize how their gifts are also a reflection of themselves? how could they gift anything less than perfect????

quick to cut out anyone that could even be THOUGHT of as a bad influence around their people, and they’ve already warned and cut ties with the person for the simple claim of Bad Vibes (they’re right most of the time it’s actually creepy)

park jisung (∩˃o˂∩)

nadrika from i have fallen into a reverse harem game !

they’re just so soggy wet dog coded

jisung is a five-time loser of the modern public ridicule that is awsaz. you can tell him to do anything and he will, red-faced and sighing the entire time, but he’ll do it

there is just something so ‘aww :(’ about him that makes the people around him go ‘I WILL PROTECT YOU’ at their 5’11 height

they’re either in their own little world, thinking about what life would be like if they lived in saturn rather than earth, or staring at you like painted each star that dots the night sky as you speak

they do not think twice before sacrificing their pride and reputation for the sake of their loved ones (even if it is not asked of them), too shy to ask for but also too obvious to hide the fact they are expecting praise and affection in return

soggy wet dogs that are like 300 pounds but still want to be treated like lap dogs

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I’m the Tyrant’s Secretary:

The Blind Prince:

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I’m the Tyrant’s Secretary, by Kio and Jay and Lee Inhye and Feelyeon Management

[cherchersketch]

✨priorities✨

I’m the Tyrant’s Secretary

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Alex Samuels at Daily Kos:

President Donald Trump announced Friday that he pulled federal security protection for former top U.S. health official, Dr. Anthony Fauci, making him the latest casualty of Trump’s revenge tour.  Fauci, who retired from government service in December 2022, served as the nation’s top infectious diseases expert amid the COVID-19 pandemic. He was protected by federal marshals, and later by a private contractor, that was paid for by the National Institutes of Health, according to The New York Times. Sources close to the situation also told CNN, which first reported the move, that Fauci’s detail was abruptly terminated on Thursday evening. This past June, Fauci said he and his family still receive death threats, in part, because right-wing figures like Trump repeatedly promoted baseless lies about the efficacy of the COVID-19 vaccine.  “It’s a pattern,” Fauci told CNN, adding that when someone in the media or Congress “gets up and makes a public statement that I’m responsible for the deaths of X number of people because of policies or some crazy idea that I created the virus— immediately you can, it’s like clockwork—the death threats go way up.” In May 2022, for instance, a West Virginia man pleaded guilty to sending Fauci and other federal officials emails that threatened to kill them. Given that, and the public-facing role Fauci played during the pandemic, he’s now hired his own private security that he’ll pay for himself. During a press conference in North Carolina on Friday, Trump defended the move as a natural progression that comes once officials no longer serve in the federal government. He also suggested that Fauci has more than enough money to pay for his own security detail.

[...] This is the latest move in Trump’s revenge arc. Earlier this week, he yanked security detail from his former national security adviser, John Bolton, who sharply criticized the president in his memoir, “The Room Where It Happened.” Trump cited the memoir as one of his reasons for revoking Bolton’s security detail. [...] In addition to Bolton, Trump also moved to end security details for former Secretary of State Mike Pompeo and former State Department official Brian Hook. Both men were granted additional protection because they faced threats from Iran. At least, in Fauci’s case, Trump might not be able to retaliate against him personally. Former President Joe Biden preemptively pardoned Fauci on his last day in office, citing concerns about politically motivated investigations into the doctor, who had served for decades as the nation’s top infectious diseases expert.

Pettiness in action by Tyrant 47.

[icanwriteitblindfolded]

You’re Safe With Me

Eddie Munson + Reader

*Warning* Mentions of sexual acts, attempted suicide, abuse, and drugs. This chapter is far more heavy with its material and definitely not for everyone. 18+ only.

Summary: You arrive home after breaking things off with Eddie, thinking over the last twenty four hours and what the future holds for you now.

Part Six:

You walk into the house; the stilled silence a comfort for once. The mail lay under your feet and you sort through the bills and a postcard from your Aunt Jen from her cruise. Amidst all the paper was a letter scrawled in sharpie;

“FREAK SLUT!”

You balled it up and tossed it in the bin by the door. Walking to the kitchen you grab the block of cheese from the fridge and cut off a few pieces with the large knife. Nibbling on the cheese and watching a rerun of Family Ties you sat on the sofa. The house all quiet aside from the Keaton family on TV getting onto their latest hijinks. You thought of Eddie and his face twisted with agony when you left him sitting in the van. You checked outside about five minutes later and the van was long gone. You wished he’d come inside and sat with you, or at least came back. You found yourself glancing outside hoping for a glimpse of that van again, hoping to hear that clunky sound pull in.

When you heard the sound of gravel breaking apart without any other noise you knew that could only be one person. You turned off the set and stood up, dusting the crumbs off your pants and straightened up the best you could. She opened the door and walked into the living room stoping and just staring at you. Neither of you moved a muscle and no one was able to speak. She took in deep breaths and her face burned red.

“Mom I…” “Shut up F/N! Do you have any idea what my day was like?” “I can guess.” “Oh no you can’t! First I get into work about fifteen minutes late because I barely slept last night and was unable to wake up on time. So I get yelled at by the mayor and his secretary. Then I begin to get a lot of sympathetic responses to my presence in a room. People saying “I’m so sorry what you’re going through” “it’s okay, my family had a similar experience” and my favorite “Don’t worry I doubt she’s going to get pregnant while doing those drugs”. Which left me all confused.” You looked down at the floor and shifted on your toes. “Look up at me F/N, M/N!” You obliged.

“Then I finally decide to inquire what all this hubbub was about and do have any idea what I hear?” “I think so.” “That you were fucking two boys last night at the party and the one you decided to do drugs with! You said you were with a friend and that no boys were involved.” “Mom I was with a friend, Eddie…” “Eddie! Oh so you admit you were with him. You slept with him, took some pills and had a good time. No wonder you looked like shit when you got home!” You began to feel the tears falling, your throat felt like sandpaper and you could barely get a syllable through your mouth without pain. “Mom it wasn’t like that at all. Eddie was being nice and decided to take me home after we watched some movies together; I feel asleep and…” “Oh for fucks sake F/N that is the worst excuse you could give. Of course sleep, sleeping with, is more like it.” “No, I mean we kissed…” Before you could finish the sentence her hand came flying down and hit your cheek. You felt to the floor, your hand gently touching the red welt on your face. She stood there above you like an evil tyrant, no remorse or anything.

“I am going to head to this Munson kid’s home and give his parents a good talking to. No child of mine is going to have a bastard child with trailer trash!” “Mom, you don’t understand. Eddie isn’t…” “SHUT UP! You should’ve shut your mouth and your legs last night. You see what you have done? You always were a problem F/N. It’s probably why your father killed himself. He couldn’t stand having a daughter like you.” With that last sentence you bolted up to your room and slammed the door. Collapsing on the bed you pulled a pillow close to your face and let out a loud sob. You were pretty sure all of Hawkins could hear you; but they couldn’t care less, to them it was all a joke; you were a joke, you were a mistake and you were not wanted.

Mom drove off down towards the trailer park; god what would Eddie think? What would Wayne think? You’d never be able to face Eddie again, and you know Wayne probably heard the rumors himself but if he was home would your mom even listen to what he had to say? After all she wouldn’t listen to you and your side of the story, but the rest of Hawkins was right no matter what the situation was. You hated this town, hated everything about it, they just gave you more and more reasons to yearn for a life away from here, or maybe no life at all. You’d never make it out of Hawkins, not now; and certainly not after graduation.

You thought of Eddie; would he actually care enough? Your Mom certainly wouldn’t, no one in school would care, the town itself never noticed you until now so this wouldn’t be a big deal if you were no longer there. But Eddie, even though you had the one night and were planning for many more; he would feel the loss. You thought of him and for a moment maybe you could stay and fight this, but you always had to fight alone. You couldn’t force Eddie to fight alongside you for this, he had enough trouble and you just made things worse. It didn’t matter what he said; you knew Eddie is better off without you.

The pool was a mess; leaves, grass and algae rested on the surface making it look like a sickly green color; no one had used it in a long time and mom only filled it up to keep appearances that everything was fine at your household. No one questioned why the pool was vacant all summer and barely tended too. Why would they care? You adjusted the ankle weights that mom kept in her closet for aerobics class, they were a little big on your skinny legs but they had enough weight to do the job. The air was freezing so you knew if the water wasn’t going to do it the hypothermia would for sure. You stood up and glanced around, no one was outside today and no one would be at this hour. Taking a deep breath you jumped into the water and felt yourself sink to the bottom.

You could hear the sound of the water around you, the waves moving above your head and a loud squeaking sound with a whine. You opened your eyes to look above, and a shadow stood by the edge of the pool with its arms flailing around, then you seen it jump near you.

You could feel the water moving and felt two arms wrap around you and begin to make their way down to your legs breaking the weights off. You began to struggle and fight with the person but they held on tighter and began to swim up towards the surface. You felt the air escape your lungs and your throat close around you. You couldn’t see, couldn’t feel, all you could do was hear and the sound you heard was the unmistakable cries of Eddie Munson.

[tomorrowusa]

So Donald Trump will appoint South Dakota Gov. Kristi Noem as Secretary of Homeland Security.

The Department of Homeland Security oversees the Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) agency, making the department one of the most important in Trump’s efforts to deport millions of undocumented immigrants from the US. Noem was elected governor in 2018 and won re-election in 2022.

Noem is the sort of person you'd expect Donald Trump to pick for high government positions.

She was seen as one of the top contenders to be Trump’s running mate until excerpts from her book No Going Back were published, in which she wrote about shooting her 14-month-old dog Cricket, arguing that it was “untrainable.” The excerpts were published in April of this year by The Guardian.

In addition to being a dog shooter, she falsely claimed to have met North Korean dictator (and Trump bro) Kim Jong-un.

The press got ahold of an early version of No Going Back which included the claim that Noem met with Kim Jong Un. “I remember when I met with North Korean dictator Kim Jong Un. I’m sure he underestimated me, having no clue about my experience staring down little tyrants (I’d been a children’s pastor, after all),” she wrote, according to The New York Times. “Dealing with foreign leaders takes resolve, preparation, and determination.” After the account was questioned, a spokesperson for Noem said that the story shouldn’t have been included and that it would be removed before it was published, according to Newsweek.

After insulting Native Americans, Noem was banned from tribal lands in her own state.

After claiming that some of them had been infiltrated by drug cartels, Noem was banned from the lands of all nine of South Dakota’s Native American tribes this year, Newsweek noted. [ ... ] Oglala Sioux Tribe President Frank Star Comes Out told the AP that “our people are being used for her political gain.”

And most recently, she was Trump's sidekick at that "town hall" in Oaks, Pennsylvania where Trump abruptly stopped taking questions and instead swayed to his playlist for 39 minutes.

But shooting her dog Cricket is the thing that will stick in most people's minds. So here's a simple meme you can use whenever Noem's name pops up in the news.

[cutephlegm]

Something red

III - Bitter kisses

Pairing: Gortash x reader

CW: NSFW

Read on Ao3

Summary: Gortash invites you to discuss your proposition, things get heated.

You felt your head spin, standing at the foot of Gortash’s office. Adrenaline coursed and pumped through your shivering body. A strange nausea writhed in your gut… The anticipation was killing you.

You thought back to just a few hours earlier- when you felt as if you could say anything, without Gortash’s judgement- Alcohol was a formidable thing. The many conversations you’d exchanged had brought you closer… and likewise driven you mad with lust, lips desperate, craving a certain dark-haired gentleman. You fool.

The banquet was supposed to be a crucial step in progressing your career, yet you’d surely made a fool out of yourself in front of the soon to be archduke of Baldur’s Gate. Although, in your drunken stupor you couldn’t quite remember exactly what you’d said… perhaps for the best.

Truthfully though, although you were a nervous wreck at the prospect of the tyrant inviting you to his office, for a personal meeting, a tiny part of you was excited. Perhaps Gortash would even take you up on the silly offer you’d suggested. It wasn’t the worst idea you could’ve proposed… surely, he had at least found it entertaining. Perhaps he had invited you here to let you down softly- although that didn’t seem very in character for the infamous lord Enver Gortash.

You braced yourself and took a final breath of air. It was noon and you weren’t about to keep him waiting. Your hand hovered over the door handle; this could possibly destroy your career if not handled well…

Before you could even knock, the door swung open. You found yourself stood face to face before a familiar man. You stiffened. His shocked expression quickly shifted to a calm bemusement as he took a step back from you, his eyes darting between the floor and your embarrassed expression. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so eager to see me…” His voice was unapologetically smug, your heart couldn’t help but stutter to the sound of it. You immediately recalled the things you’d felt the night before. You averted your eyes towards the floor.

“It’s noon, is it not?” “Correct, my dear, you’re pinpoint on time. I would’ve thought you’d be a busier woman.” He backed into his office, beckoning you to follow. “Well, I’m not one of your clients, Gortash. I work for you; it would be unprofessional to be late.” You followed his lead, sitting at the chair he gestured you to. It didn’t take long for you to notice two glasses, side by side, accompanied by a bottle of fine, luxurious whisky. You hadn’t thought that you’d feel so… at ease, yet you did.

“Oh please, don’t be so formal. This isn’t some work related event… this is a meeting between peers.” Gortash purred, his smooth voice raising goosebumps on your skin. You raised a brow, watching on as Gortash poured the fiery liquid out. “How so…?” “Well… I thought about your silly little proposition… and I found that it would benefit me, as it would you, of course.” As he spoke, he seemed to be in the midst of pondering to himself, an index handily placed on his chin. “In other words, you’re no longer my secretary… you’re much more than that.” His eyes skimmed over the piles and piles of unread letters scattered around his desk before resting back onto you.

You stood still, not daring to open your mouth before you could figure out how you felt. You weren’t sure that this was a bad thing… all the luxuries that would come with being involved with a man like Gortash… even if it was just a facade. It certainly dwarfed your current lifestyle, that of a humble woman who didn’t often treat herself to luxuries. You hummed to yourself, taking a sip of the liquid. It was disgustingly bitter, tasting like bile and burning the back of your throat as you swallowed it. You cleared your throat. He smirked devilishly as he noticed your grimace, taking a sip himself. “Well… I’m not disappointed by that news…” You could barely hide your disbelief at it. In honesty the proposition had simply been a stupid drunken thought nothing more, you hadn’t expected much from it, you silly thing.

Every time you were this close to the lord you noticed small details about him, the unkemptness of his hair- or the dark circles that always lingered under his tired eyes. It made him look even more handsome in a strange way. Those eyes were now firmly fixed onto you.

An hour had passed and you had hardly noticed it, you were so busy listening to the conditions Gortash had come up with, things such as where you would stay, who you would be allowed to interact with, etc… There weren’t any with particularly stood out to you. They were all reasonable considering what you would be receiving.

“…And that seems to be just about it.” Gortash paused, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “However- before I send you on your way, I’d like to know something, wife.” He mocked, though you weren’t sure how you should feel as when he called you by that, as stupid as it sounded it made your chest tighten. You’d rather warmed up to the lord, so this question didn’t strike as much fear as it would’ve usually. “Of course, do ask.” You responded, the kindest smile you could muster stappled onto your lips.

“Is this strictly business to you?” Gortash’s tone was curious, although you could spot something much darker. You felt your blood run cold as his eyes continued to relentlessly bore into you- he was good at building tension. “The way you behaved the last I saw you, was remarkably friendly…” His eyes narrowed as he likely noticed your face redden. “…Although you’re very welcome to prove me wrong.” He averted his gaze to the empty glasses of wine you’d gone through in that past hour, a suggestive smirk crossing his lips.

“Huh I was simply being… polite.” You lied through your teeth. “Were you now?” You paused. Could you lie your way out of this, It was probably unwise to be so considering how you he had already caught onto you… curse you, Gortash…

“Fine… I suppose you’re… not mistaken.” You admitted, with a sigh. “It’s irrelevant though-“ Gortash cut you off, tutting to himself. He stood up from his seat. “It’s very relevant.” He said sternly, although his expression was softer, you couldn’t quite make it out…

His eyes pried into you, deciphering, scheming… as he walked over to the chair you sat in. “I must admit, you can be rather bold at times.” You could feel your body going numb as he looked down at you, with unbridled curiosity. “I admire that in a person.” “…Where is this going, Gortash…?” You raised a brow. “Come here, and find out.” He rested an arm on his desk.

You couldn’t help but listen to him, it was like your body was moving on its own. You stood up, taking a few apprehensive steps in his direction, was this really about to happen? You were so close to him, you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, smell the bitter alcohol on his lips… you wanted a taste. You cleared your throat, now only mere inches away from each other. “What do you want from me?” You asked, a breathless mess. It was embarrassing really- you hadn’t had as much romantic experience in the past… you hoped he wouldn’t notice.

He stood still, looking down at you, you wished that you could hear his thoughts, for there were surely many coursing through his brain at this very moment. “Did I misread you, Y/N?” He narrowed his eyes, a smirk still plastered on his face. “Perhaps you’re not a sharp as I thought.” Gortash scoffed with the sentence, turning his head to the side. “Well, I mustn’t dawdle, I shall get back to work I have-“ “Wait-“ Your hands were suddenly on his chest, grasping at the expensive linen. You couldn’t believe your eyes- that you were really doing this… what had gotten into you!?

Gortash clearly shared the same sentiment, his body was stiff under your touch, his hands grasped at your wrists, pulling you away from him before he paused, looking back down at you again. Not one work escaped either of your lips, as soon you were fighting for air against each other.

He kissed you tenderly, passionately… his hands settled on your hips, pulling you into him. You felt him smirk against your lips, before he pulled you even further into him, your hands finding themselves to unbutton his shirt. The taste of whisky, the way his knee had ended up between your legs… his firm grasp on you… it drove you mad. His eyes followed yours, a smirk creeping onto his lips once he noticed how red your face had become.

You broke free from the kiss, breathless and flustered, he opened his mouth, but before he could even get a word out you kissed him harder, pinning him back again his desk, sending paperwork scattered onto the floor. You took immense pleasure in hearing noises of shock from the tyrant, as you dug your teeth into his lips. Not long after you notice the taste of blood seeping into your mouth, Gortash let out a muffled yelp and he pulled away from you, warm blood gushing down his chin, perhaps you’d bitten him a little too hard…

“You-“ He stopped himself, before a dark grin appeared on his lips. “You are done for.” Before you could react, he had you pinned against his desk, your hands found their way back to claw at his shirt, pathetically trying to remove it. “Patience,” He purred at you, his hands sliding to the sides of your thighs, tracing soft circles on your skin. Your eyes widened slightly as you felt his hands creep higher and higher up your tights, up your skirt… You were a mess, already throbbing with need, if only he could feel how badly you wanted him… Although knowing Gortash, he wouldn’t care, he took pleasure in being cruel.

It didn’t take long for his fingers to trace around you, his touch was light and brief, leaving you craving for more. Yet it soon ramped up in intensity, he dragged a thumb across you, hooking a finger onto your tights, pulling them and your underwear down with expertise. You could tell this wasn’t the first time he’d done this; he was strangely skilled at it.

He continued teasing you, rubbing against the soft fabric, earning a stifled gasp. You could feel the moisture gather as he continued- ceaselessly dragging his fingers backs and forth, in circles, softer, harder, faster, slower… you could see stars. You weren’t sure if he could tell how much you enjoyed this, that is until you heard your own sounds.

You were beginning to lose all of your remaining composure, your blushed face was now red, sweat hot and sticky has accumulated on your face, your palms, your chest… it all felt so feverish. However, Gortash was his usual self, not a hint of anxiety. You scowled, you wanted to wipe that stupid grin off his face, make him shiver like he had done to you.

You needed him, you craved him. Without thinking twice, you trailed a hand down his chest, his abdomen, arriving at his belt. Gortash stiffened, his eyes darted to where your hands were now positioned, already busy getting rid of the obstacle. “Did you not hear me, woman? Be patient.” He snarled at you. He was bad at hiding his arousal… You grinned at his words before shutting him by pulling him into another deep embrace.

The two of you indulged in each other before one thing led to another and now his fingers trailed around your entrance, rubbing you, teasing you. Before you could even make a noise two fingers plunged inside of you, earning a soft gasp you tried to muffle. You were ashamed to admit, that even his fingers made you wince. You hadn’t expected to be that big… you couldn’t imagine what…

Before you even finish that thought his fingers were moving in and out of you. He curled them, hitting spots you didn’t know a person could hit. You took in a sharp breath of air, trying not to make as much noise as you wanted to. He couldn’t find out how much you were enjoying this…

While he moved his two fingers inside of your throbbing core, your knee pushed up against his crotch. He was already rock hard… how predictable. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself knowing that. You pushed harder and you felt his composure slip, he groaned, his eyes shut, his lips tightly sealed, his cock begging to be released. Gods you were so close now.

He removed his fingers from you before reaching for his belt, unclasping it. You could hardly believe this was real… until you both heard a sharp knock coming from the office door.

[angel-cross666]

Manwhas I read the year 2024

My list from 2023

Husband Replacement

When the Villainess Loves

The Adopted Daughter Saves the World

Living as the Villain’s Stepmother

I Will Surrender The Position As Empress

I Will Change The Genre

I Became the Young Villain’s Sister-In-Law

A Fortune-Telling Princess

How to Hide the Emperor’s Child

The Villainess Doesn’t Need A New Husband

I’m the Tyrant’s Secretary

A story how I became the dukes maid

I Ended Up Raising the Children of the Female Lead and Male Lead

I Am the Heiress of a Villainous Family

I Raised an Obsessive Servant

Mending the Barbaric Prince’s Wounds

The Adopted Daughter-in-law Wants To Leave

Corrupting the Heroine’s First Love

I Tamed the Male Lead Who Tried to Kill Me

It Was Love at First Sight, Mr Villain

Vampire of the East

Princess in the Rough

Teaching the Tyrant Manners

The Abandoned Empress

the kind older sister is no more

I Saw the Future With the Killer Grand Duke

I Belong to House Castielo

The Heroine Had an Affair with My Fiance

The Villainess Just Wants To Live In Peace

A Golden Fate That Transcends Time

Screw the Noble Life, I'm Going Home

The Young Lady Who Broke Her

Engagement Is Only Obsessed With the Ending

A Deal With My Fake Husband

I Raised My Fiancé with Money

The Princess Wishes To Die Peacefully

Honey, I’m Going On a Strike

It seems that I transmigrated somewhere

The Archvillain's Daughter In Law

The Matchmaker Gets Matched

Ugly young lady's secret pouch

Adieu, My Villainess Life

Our Villainess Has Changed

The Daughter of Evil and Miss Devil

Emilone's Temptation Labyrinth

No, I Only Seduced the Princess

The Villainess is Done Trying

As a Reincarnated Villainess and a Single Mother, I’ve Secured the Love Route

l'm A Unmarried With A Time-limited Love

For My Derelict Favorite

The Foreign Object Was Me

The Time-Limited Villain Supports My Broken Engagement

Even Though I Transmigrated as a Villainess, I’d Rather Raise a Cat

Darling, Why Do You Regret It

There Is No Mercy

I Stole the Heroine’s First Love

A Beast Swallowed by a Flower

I’m A Villainess, But I Picked Up the Male Lead

I’m a Villain, But I’m Favored

The Grand Duke is Mine

Celeb Lady

The false saintess overturns her fate

I Became A Level 999 Mastermind Demon King

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Feel free to answer this whenever, but I was wondering where your header and icon were from?

Hiya, I still feel bad about answering so late but I'm happy to tell you

My header is from Forget My Husband, I’ll Go Make Money. It’s not an isekai manhwa but more fantasy as the heroine is able to see visions from the past, present, and future. She’s a mistreated princess sent to marry a prince as a peace treaty between feuding countries but her father wants her to break the treaty and give a reason to go into war. Too bad she says “screw that, I’m gonna make money”. The background plot for this was inspiration for Leona’s villain au story but nothing else so no spoilers from Leona’s part. The FL is crafty but so socially clueless it’s hilarious and the ML is one of my favs honestly, strong but just so confused by the antics of his new wife.

It just finished their 1st season and now I'm patiently waiting for the 2nd season (though I am reading translations of the light novel~). Yea manhwas tend to call something like a story arc as a season for whatever reason.

This is not the picture I used for the header but I love how this was their first meeting with each other.

My icon is from I Became the Tyrant’s Secretary. It’s an isekai au where a secretary was reincarnated as an extra who dies early because of a mistake her brother made who was supposed to be the secretary of the King. She took the position instead and worked to make him a kinder ruler. It’s a slow burn budding romance from a trusted bond between a cocky tyrant and his trusted secretary. My early foundations for Riddle’s villain au was inspired by this one but nothing else so no spoilers from Riddle’s part. The FL is an exasperated worker which I feel for and the ML is cocky bast*rd which I’m here for! My icon is from my favorite panel of the manhwa xD

The manhwa just finished their 2nd season of the manhwa so now I'm patiently waiting for it to continue with its next season.

I find it funny that I just realized while trying to describe the plot that the ML from both manhwa kinda remind me of Leona xD

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The Young Person’s Guide to History: “The Duel” | April 1, 2008 - 1:00AM | S00E01

The Young Person’s Guide to History was a spin-off of Saul of the Mole Men. Why there should be a spin-off of Saul of the Mole Men is beyond me. Originally the idea was that it was going to be four 11-minute episodes, and in fact it was produced in that format. This is one of those four episodes. When the series turned up later in 2008, they cut the length in half to TWO 11-minute episodes, each episode consisting of what was originally meant to be two episodes, edited down to half the running time. Saul of the Mole Men always came off as over-long, and when I criticized them I usually observed that they could be cut down drastically. I guess when those versions debut, we’ll actually have something to base that theory on (spoilers; I remember it still being bad). 

Okay, so this is the intended series finale of the original four-episode run. At least, one would assume that it is. The plot: it’s 1804 and a bunch of guys are called to a haunted mansion to stay the night. There’s a disembodied voice on a little desktop speaker, like the kind you’d page a secretary with in the later half of the 20th Century. That’s a running thing in the series: very casual use of anachronisms. It’s not super-jokey Mel Brooks style, more like “kids making a movie and not having the resources to replicate the past accurately so they just use a car instead of a carriage” kind of thing. I like that. It’s one of the few things I truly like about this. 

Okay, haunted mansion with guys. They all get killed except Thomas Jefferson who runs out in anguish, as though he were a man possessed while committing this brutal bout of deadly violence. It turns out the house in question is the White House, and Jefferson is now the president. He asks Benjamin Franklin to help him make a vice president, so they create Aaron Burr in a boiling vat, using “science”. Aaron Burr is, uh, neurodivergent. We see a single scene of him doing vice president stuff: being asked about universal healthcare on the senate floor. He makes an imbecilic re-re noise and pees into his own open mouth. The floor cheers. 

Later, while having pizza, Jefferson gets fed up with Burr’s buffoonery and shoots him. He then puts the gun in Burr’s dead hand and uses it to shoot Alexander Hamilton, in order to frame them for each other’s death in a supposed duel, a historical event burned into the minds of a certain generation whose “Got Milk” advertisement got a nation of history buffs rolling in the aisles. Jefferson has transformed into a tyrant, like a guy in a freaking rated-R movie.

Jefferson finally shoots Ben Franklin, but not before cruelly taunting him for his legendary weakness. The voice on the little speaker congratulates Jefferson for being so mean. The voice is in the middle of calling him “Caleb Hilttrop?” or something like that? before being cut off. The significance of this completely eludes me, and I’m not sure if this is set-up in one of the other three episodes that would have aired along with this one, or if I just missed something in the opening sequence. We may never know, because I recall this bit being completely cut out of the version that did air. Jefferson switches the speaker to some rock song and screams “I’m the president!”

I do like that ending, I just wish anything that came before it was compelling enough to call it “earned”. I’d be hard-pressed to come up with much else in this episode that makes it worth watching. This is one of the unfunniest things to air on Adult Swim. It’s barely connected to Saul of the Mole Men, which isn’t a bad thing, honestly. 

There is a scene where Seth Green (who is cut from the shortened version entirely) talks about how he and Jefferson co-authored several sci-fi books about Nathaniel Baltimore’s adventures fighting various sci-fi beasts, and we see a little scene featuring Nathaniel Baltimore shooting a creature that is just them reusing the doctor costume from Saul. This seems to imply that either Saul of the Mole Men is a work of fiction featuring Nathaniel Baltimore in this world, which would explain why there’s no real continuity between this show and Saul. I believe the Jefferson episode of Saul has events in it that would contradict the existence of this series, but I”m not feeling curious enough to even re-read my own write-up to confirm this. I will link to it though, in case you are a sicko who actually is curious. 

Later in the year the truncated version of the show would air. The full-length versions were put up on Adult Swim for a short period of time. The one guy I knew of who knew how to rip from Adult Swim actually had these at one point, but deleted them because he “didn’t think anyone would want them”. Fucker. Again, if anyone knows how to get a hold of those uncut other episodes, please get in touch. 

Oh, I put the whole thing on YouTube, if you want to watch it.

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Brian Karem at Brian Karem Reporter's Notebook:

It is the last nail in the coffin for free speech. The President of the United States seized control of the press pool Tuesday that gets exclusive access to him and declared he alone gets the right to decide who covers him. Under the guise of destroying a monopoly of access controlled by the White House Correspondents Association (run by press organizations which cover the president) Trump seized control of the monopoly himself. His Pep Secretary announced that it was a move made to protect free speech. Karoline Leavitt asserted that the WHCA “should no longer have a monopoly” on organizing press pools and that the White House would determine the makeup of the pool on a day-to-day basis. “All journalists, outlets and voices deserve a seat at this highly coveted table,” the Pep Secretary said. Imagine the blowback if any other president proposed such a move. While the Pep Secretary is correct about more journalists needing to get access, she is very wrong in stating that the President is the guy to pick and choose. It is problematic on many levels. “I don’t like the coverage, so I’m going to pick who asks me questions,” is the mark of a tyrant not a free speech advocate. And if we get down into the weeds a bit, the journalistic organizations with the most readers, viewers and listeners are those who need access in order to facilitate greater access to the president for the public. If the president really cared about creating access, instead of controlling who gets to serve in the press pool, he could just show up in the briefing room once a month and talk to everyone there. If he wants to “diss” the pool, he could simply call on anyone not in the first two rows. That would certainly make his point while at the same time preserving free speech. But Trump isn’t about that. He’s about control Eugene Daniels, WHCA president, says the White House move to determine who is in the press pool (instead of the WHCA, which has done so for decades) "suggests the government will choose the journalists who cover the president. In a free country, leaders must not be able to choose their own press corps."

[...] Still, in defense of the WHCA, it has a long history of trying to include emerging technology and companies into the pool rotation. When I first got to the White House CNN wasn’t a part of the pool. It is now. And Trump’s decision is highly problematic. While it is easier, as I’ve pointed out before, to replace the local pool, the travel pool is a different story. Trump will put anyone he wants in the local pool, and eventually the Brady Briefing room - if the courts allow it. But replacing those organizations that travel with the president can only be done on a “pay to play” basis. Every organization on the travel pool pays for its spot on AF1, it’s meals and its lodging. Unless Trump wants to pay his favorite organizations to cover him (which is a possibility) the chances are slim that some of the smaller, more questionable outlets will be able to travel with the president.

Today, White House's propagandist bobblehead Karoline Leavitt announced that the White House's press team will take over the selection process of which outlets and who get to cover the "President" on Air Force One, White House grounds, and in the Oval Office in an attack on the free press. The White House Correspondents Association (WHCA) previous ran the process of who got to be in the press pool.

This move reeks of pure authoritarianism, as it would reward pro-47 sycophants and freeze out those critical of him and his twisted agenda.

See Also:

PoliticusUSA: Trump Moves To Destroy The Free Press By Handpicking Who Will Get To Cover Him

The Parnas Perspective (Aaron Parnas): The White House’s Unprecedented Attack on the Press and the Rising Threat to Journalism

The Guardian: White House says it will decide which news outlets cover Trump

The New Republic: Trump Press Secretary Announces Terrifying Change to White House Press

Mediaite: Trump Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt Drops Bombshell on White House Correspondents’ Association

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Playing with the timeline a little, and costumes, and everything really. So... you know... #canon divergence

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Robin, the Robin of Batman and Robin fame, was lounging on a pile of pillows and blankets that Danny’s pretty sure were mostly stolen from other rooms in the keep, he recognizes the fur blanket as something Frostbite had gifted him specifically. No, not important. “Why is Robin here?” Danny looked over at the skeletons that were gathered around, one holding a plate with food on it.

Where did they get normal human food? Was that one of his sacrifices? Danny wanted to eat that!

No wait, not important. The skeletons were all staring at him with wide sockets, he could practically hear their bones rattling.

Robin stood up from his plush nest. “Are you… the ghost king’s secretary?” he asked skeptically.

Danny’s lips thinned, probably best to just stick with the truth for now. “No.” He turned back to the skeletons, “Okay, no one’s in trouble, you guys did the best you could. But new rule, from now on any live sacrifices need to be reported to me immediately.”

The skeletons all nodded and then gathered around Danny so he could reach up and pat them all on the head, they rattled their bones in happiness. Danny grabbed the plate of food, a steak with a loaded baked potato and roasted veggies for sides of all things, and carried it over to his desk. “Oh nice, someone really wants to get on my good side.” He set the plate on the desk’s corner and started sorting through the notes to find the request attached to it.

Robin hesitantly followed Danny to his desk. “Are you the ghost king?”

Danny heaved a sigh, “Unfortunately. I tried to get out of it, but it was me or Plasmius and the last thing anyone needs is to give him any power at all.” Danny frowned at the note that went with the steak dinner. “Ugh, gross, no.” He pulled out his stationary and quickly wrote “No.” on a sticky note and sent it on its way.

“Who… nevermind, not what I’m here for.”

“Right,” Danny agreed, he really didn’t want to explain the intricacies (or lack thereof) of Realms politics to Robin. “Where’s the note that came from whoever sacrificed you?” Danny hadn’t found it yet in the pile on his desk, which was weird.

“Oh uh… that was me.”

Danny looked up at Robin, who was staring Danny dead in the eyes. “What?”

“I sacrificed myself.”

Danny could not possibly have heard that right, that made no sense! “What????”

“Well I wasn’t going to go sacrifice some innocent person just to get your attention,” Robin snapped before softening his voice and adding on, “your majesty.”

It seemed Danny had heard right. But still: what?! “Who would… why! Do you have any idea?! Did you even know who I am?!”

“Pariah Dark, tyrant-”

Danny shoved a gloved hand into Robin’s face, “No, ew. I am not Pariah Dark, and you’re very lucky he’s not the king anymore. Ancients!” He left his hand in Robin’s face as he took a moment to try to gather his thoughts into something a bit more coherent. “Okay, let’s just… start from the beginning I guess. Why did you sacrifice yourself to the ghost king?”

Robin shoved Danny’s hand out of his face, “Batman was killed by Darkseid-”

“What?! No way!” Danny grabbed Robin’s hand and started dragging him out of the room. “That whole thing was a few months ago now, right? Not long after I had to go through that stupid coronation and was still getting used to things.”

“I don’t know when you were coronated.”

“Not important, the important thing is I’m pretty sure the whole world would know if Batman died. Or least everyone would be gossiping about him going missing.”

“Oh, so news of the battle hasn’t gotten out of Gotham.”

“What battle?”

“Not important,” Robin said dismissively with a wave of his free hand.

And well, they had arrived at the archives, so Danny shifted his focus to navigating the many tall shelves laid out in some kind of book labyrinth with a sorting system that only made sense to the lunatic that designed it. Or maybe it made sense in their native language, it certainly wasn’t alphabetical in English. He took Robin down a corridor that was actually a dead end, a huge book on a pedestal enshrined in its own little section. “Alright, this is the ledger of the dead.” Danny let go of Robin’s hand and started flipping through it.

“Oh,” was all Robin said, staring down at it in… some kind of emotion. It was hard to tell with most of his upper face hidden by a mask.

“Batman… Batman… Batman… yup, not here. See? Batman’s not dead.”

“First of all, he’d probably be under his real name. Second of all, I already knew that. If you’d let me finish explaining…”

Danny sighed, “Alright, explain then.”

“Everyone else believes Batman’s dead, but I know he isn’t. I found evidence he’s lost in time and I need help getting him out before something awful happens.”

“Sorry, not my domain.”

“What?”

“Not my domain, I’m the ghost king, not the time king.” Danny crossed his arms and raised a brow at Robin.

“But the book said you have access to every era and every dimension.”

“More accurately the Realms as a whole does, but I’m not in charge of the Realms, I’m in charge of the ghosts. It’s all political stuff, making laws, collecting taxes, stopping the various groups from going to war against each other, that sort of thing.”

“Taxes?”

“Only two guarantees, death and taxes. Or however that saying goes.” Danny wasn’t sure with his blank expression, but Danny’s pretty sure that one broke Robin’s brain a little. Good, payback and all that. “So sorry about going through all this for nothing, but I’m sure there’s some kind of time god or something you can pray to for help.”

“When Batman stops bouncing around time and gets back to now the bomb Darkseid stuck in his is going to go off and destroy the whole world.”

Danny froze, staring at Robin with wide eyes. “Shit.”

Robin nodded solemnly, “Shit.”

“Okay, alright, I can fix this.” Danny ran a hand through his hair and tried not to start giggling hysterically. “Good news, I know who to go to for help.” Danny grabbed Robin’s hand and started dragging him again, Robin seemingly happy to go along.

DPxDC Prompt #17

There is a room Danny's Keep he set up shortly after defeating Pariah Dark. It became necessary when the broader magical community realized Pariah had be defeated and therefore a new King took his throne. Danny found himself briefly bombarded with waves of attempted summonings.

Which, the summonings themselves, wouldn't have been so bad. Turns out people can't just drag the King of Ghosts to themselves on a whim. Danny has to actively accept a summoning to get pulled to it. And if he just decides "No," the pull and whispers go away. No problem there.

No, the problem is the offerings. And sacrifices. The things that people put in the circle as payment for even attempting to summon him. Like having to put a quarter in the payphone just to listen to it ring and ring and ring as the person on the other end of the call doesn't pick up. Since the summoning magic regarded these things as belonging to Danny even if he rejected the summons, they usually ended up just materializing in front of him if he didn't go to them.

Which, okay. It was funny that time he got to end a fight with Vlad very fast when a whole gold bar materialized and dropped on his head. And the food was nice sometimes when it was late and everywhere was closed and his parents had left samples in the fridge to contaminate everything into animation again. But the goat head dropping from the ceiling onto his desk during on of Lancer's English tests was not appreciated. Even if it did get the test rescheduled and the whole school shut down for a few days to investigate the "potentially satanic activity."

So, yeah, it was a bit of a problem. Fortunately, it was a problem with a relatively simple solution. Danny set up an inbox. With a bit of help from Tucker and Pandora, and a couple tips from Clockwork; all summoning offerings and sacrifices would now go straight to the dedicated room in the Keep.

And! As a special touch, the summoners would also get a chipper, automated voice saying, "The Ghost King you are trying to summon has more important things to do than answer you right now. Please leave a message in the circle with your name, date, location, contact information, and reason for summoning. The Ghost King will get back to you at his earliest convenience." Sam's stupid fancy girl gala voice had been perfect for that little message.

It was the perfect solution. Danny no longer had to deal with randomly materializing offerings putting his secret identity at risk. Pariah's skeletons, who had been antsy for something to do now that they were no longer bent under the thumb of a cruel tyrant, were instructed to take care of all the offerings; making sure everything was always cleaned up and put away. And all Danny had to do was stop by periodically to check in and "Officially respond" -ie, write a fuck off note- to the summoning messages (Clockwork's insistence).

A perfect solution. Up until Danny checked in one day to find the skellies pampering a whole ass boy. No. Not just any boy. Danny recognizes that costume.

"Why is Robin here?"