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[liliavellana]

First time joining art fight and it's a lot of fun!

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[dorabellingham]

Boyfriend material

headcanon

characters: jobe x fem!reader

request: yes!

may contain spelling and translation errors

1. King of well-planned surprises

Jobe loves to surprise you, but he doesn't do it in an obvious or cliché way. Instead of flowers at the door of the house, he books a private cooking class because he knows you casually commented on learning how to make typical food from somewhere. He listens to the small details and transforms them into big gestures. And the best? He gets a shy smile, a little embarrassed, waiting for your reaction, as if he didn't know he got it right.

2. He memorises your favourite playlist

Jobe knows all the songs you love. He has a playlist on Spotify called "For Y/n" and whenever he hears a song that reminds you, he adds it. The cutest thing is that sometimes he plays when you're in the car, just to see you sing. And of course, when they are separated, he sends a song from the list with a "I remembered you."

3. He's a great cook (but only for you)

Despite being a disaster in the kitchen when he's alone, Jobe makes a real effort when it's for you. He learns basic recipes and ventures with more elaborate dishes just because he knows you like them. It's always an event: he puts on music, tries to follow recipes on YouTube, and in the end, the kitchen is a mess. But he compensates by putting the food on the table with a proud smile, waiting for your compliment.

4. He is the best listener in the world

Jobe has a special talent for hearing you talk about absolutely anything. If you're talking about a book, about the new series you watched, or even about something you read in an academic article, he pays attention with genuine interest. He asks questions, gives opinions, and you feel like the most important person in the world.

5. He's absurdly affectionate in public

He's not afraid to show how much he loves you in public. Whenever you are walking together, he holds your hand, gives quick kisses on tour forehead or wraps you with his big arm when it's cold. He doesn't care if there are paparazzi around or if someone is watching - he just wants you to know that he is there, on your side, always.

6. He's the type who solves fights calmly (and hugs)

Jobe hates fights and discord, especially with you. He is the one who tries to solve everything calmly and by talking. Even when he is angry, he takes a deep breath, tries to listen to his side and speaks carefully. If he feels that the discussion is too heavy, he interrupts and says: "Let's breathe and talk about it later, I don't want to hurt you." And, of course, he never lets you sleep upset - he always ends the night with an apology or a tight hug.

7. He is super protective, but not in a possessive way

He is the kind of boyfriend who ensures that you feel safe all the time. It is protective in a subtle way - like being careful when they are in crowded places, holding your hand so they don't get lost, or checking the car before a trip. He is never possessive, but everyone knows that you are the love of his life.

8. He encourages your dreams (and remembers the details)

Jobe not only believes in your dreams, but also makes a point of being the greatest supporter. If you have a new project, he is the first to ask how he can help. He also remembers the smallest details, like when you mentioned that you wanted to go back to practising something, and sent cute messages before the first day saying how proud you were.

9. He is very organised, except when he is in love

Most of the time, Jove is super organised: the closet is tidy, the schedules are in place and he follows an impeccable routine. But when he's with you, it all falls apart. He forgets his socks on the couch because they were watching a movie together or leaves the bed untidy because he preferred to sleep a little more to the solo. He always says that you are the only thing that messes up his life - in a good way.

10. He's unbearably cute when he's jealous

Jobe is mature and confident, but even he can't resist a little jealousy from time to time. If someone flirts with you, he doesn't make a scene, but the closed look and the hand on your waist deliver everything. Then, he jokes: "Just for you to remember, you already have a very good english by your side." And of course, you love to provoke him just to see this reaction - which only makes him even more cute and in love.

[hoiststowline]

Can we get some Hound x reader hcs if you're able pls? No pressure!

_hound x reader hc's

[a/n: anon i know you only sent this last night but anytime i see a hound request i can't help myself. i love writing for him.]

one wouldn't think so, but it's immeasurably difficult to figure out things that hound likes. he has an excellent memory too, so he's all over it whenever you mention things you enjoy, offhand or not. you return the gesture with things you conclude he'd admire, but you are never really certain if he actually does. he's never said/did anything to make you think otherwise, but you want to do everything in your power to ensure that you aren't being inattentive or heedless. it comes to the point of just asking cliffjumper, wondering what his knowledge is on the subject. when you ask, cliff appears surprised, then offers you a wildly unexpected answer. "you," cliffjumper deadpans, feigning annoyance with your question, something you know because he ultimately continues. "he likes you. when you're not here, all he thinks about the next time he gets to see you."

roadtrips, any chance either of you get. hound loves them, even if sometimes they are far too short for his liking. planning longer trips are not impossible, but are for sure more difficult in execution, taking much trial and error. it requires a lot of begging and cashing in favors for both of your schedules to mesh perfectly well for a week, and it's then you two can navigate across the country to wherever he so desires. he's so impressed by your knowledge and information of monuments or the environment, even if they are random facts or things you recall from school. hound could listen to you talk forever, guilty of sometimes looking at you instead of the various stops. you look so happy, and that's all he wants.

hound is known for his gentleness and protectiveness, something that translates into his relationship with his s/o. the first time you would display raw trust to him is likely falling asleep in his cabin or in his presence, your subconscious allowing you to rest because you knew you were safe. he understands full well that sometimes he is too trusting or loyal to a fault, known to have been burned many of times before. hound keeps those important to him very close, so actually witnessing someone display trust in him?? he's melting on the spot, so full of love. he can't think about anything else, captivated by the way your chest rises and falls with each breath.

if he's away for a while, it's rather heavy weight on his shoulders. it's mostly guilt, apologetic that he has to be apart from his s/o for circumstances beyond his control. reunions are what keeps him from dwelling on it too long, temporarily satisfied with quick messages or brief phone calls. of course, nothing will ever suffice the simple action of being with you in person, but he's got responsibilities, as do you. hound is sentimental, he’s a little sappy in seeing you after a long time apart. “I missed you,” isn’t enough, it’s so much more than that, fighting to display his emotions all at once.

hound is more than likely a night owl, even if he doesn't have to recharge as frequently as you do. he is rather fond of driving around at night, listening to the radio, entranced by whatever music passes him by. if you were to join him, it would make him the happiest mech in the world, stereo humming as he converses with you. he definitely picks/saves songs that remind him of you, and adores it when you can recall lyrics from memory.

he for sure has a green friendship bracelet that hangs from his rear view mirror, something you've made that he treasures greatly. it's got one silver star charm on it, a call back to the silver star emblem on his right shoulder. the moment you'd looped it around his mirror, he had sputtered out a "thank you! ah love it!", but he also couldn't quite get over that you had made such a sweet thing for him.

hype-man, hound is your number one hype-man. anything you're unsure about he's there with sound advice, wanting to ease your nerves or anxiety the in any way he can. if you send him outfit ideas from fitting rooms, immediately he's all over it. hound is so infatuated with you, he thinks you look great in everything. "that doesn't help!" you laugh, stuck between two pairs of jeans when he tells you they both look amazing. he's just lucky no one is around to hear his fans kick on, finding it impossible to not fawn over you. you're perfect to him, and he is literally head-over-heels in love with you. <3

[drea-ms]

★﹐冬のはなし．﹗﹑ KUSUO SAIKI

ミ★ ; "I rejected her." he said, his voice remaining stoic, "Why?" was all you said, tears welling up in your eyes, "Because I like you"

warnings. angst. happy ending. second lead!teruhashi. implied unrequited love. grammar errors

"Saiki, I really really like you." the blue haired girl said, waiting for him to answer the two words she wanted to hear him say; "oh wow." but that never came, not from him but from someone outside the classroom door, it was a surprise they didn't hear her, she assumed they focused on each other. She left before the pink haired boy said anything, going to text him that their cafe hangout would be canceled.

'smth came up sai, i'm srry." — seen

Right. You were guessing that kusuo and kokomis were hanging out at this point, it was no surprise that they would end up together, he'll even some of kokomis crazy fans thought so. Those two were meant to be soulmates, together in every universe.

While you were stuck as the second choice, like always. You wondered if you were to confess before the blue haired angel would everything stay the same? That instead of teruhashi confessing to saiki in that classroom, it was you? That he said yes to you, and not her. You hated how selfish you were thinking, though you were glad you and saiki gotten those matching rings that would stop his psychic abilities, he wouldn't know what you were thinking of.

It was late, and here you were still crying over the pink haired boy, something you hated. You looked at the ceiling, and starting thinking of every universe there was where the two of them would end up together. That's when you heard a notification from your phone;

You checked your phone to ignore the feeling of heartbreak. That was the plan until you saw a message pop up;

"Meet me at the park in 5" — sent from 'ku⁉️'

It was 3 AM at the moment, what would he want this late at—

'I'm not taking a no as an answer" — sent at 3:02 AM

Okay then, you were heading to the park, great.

Once you got ready, you headed out your window, making sure it was quiet so no one could hear you, after that you started head to the park where the pink boy would wait for you. That same feeling of heartbreak not leaving you as you headed to the place.

By the time you get there he was by the swings, swinging back and forth, you went up to him and smiled, he looked up at you and stood up, "We need to talk," he said, that same stoic face not leaving him, "About...?" "Teruhashi confessed that she liked me," "oh. congratulations on getting with her! you two were practically made for each oth—" "I didn't say yes, I rejected her."

your didn't know wether to feel bad for her or not, "Why?" "Because I don't like her" "okay... why are you telling me this?" "Because I saw you outside the classroom door," that's why, maybe he doesn't want you to get the wrong idea about because you always joke about that to him, "Right, Is tha—" "I also wanted to let you know that..." "That..?" "I know you like me, I knew from the start" ah. you thought you were being discreet about it, guess not. "Look. give me time, I'm trying to get over you. Just please— give me more time to get over you" you look up at him and tears begin to show up in your eyes.

The link haired boy looked at you and grabbed you by the cheek, he got near your eyes and wiped the tears that began falling out, "That's not what I meant." "Then what do you mean then?" "I need time to understand what I'm feeling for you, to make sure I'm not lying to you." was all he said, he turned to look the other way, hiding the fact that he's flustered, "And that means..." "It means we could be something more"

And on that night, snow began to fall from the sky on a nice December night.

And Maybe, just maybe, this wasn't a dream.

NAO SPEAKS? i lob my silly little pink haired guy :(

[thewertsearch]

It's wert (heh) pointing out that the Aradiabot timeline where Gamzee flipped out and killed everybody in the session might not be one where Vriska was godtier, making this slightly less of an insane feat. With the error bars so large on what this could've been, I don't know what this tells us of his power level. That said, I do have a lot of speculations! (This is very long, my apologies.)

I think the lower bound of what the doomed Gamzee did was something like this:

Gamzee kills Equius (free) and then Nepeta (not using her hunting skills and speed to her fullest advantage). Nobody realises anything is amiss; the meowrails could simply be doing moirail things with their phones off.

Gamzee gets the jump on Eridan who doesn't know to take him seriously and whose best weapon is at this point the long-ranged Ahab's Crosshairs. People assume he's moping.

Gamzee kills Tavros and Vriska while questing at Vriska's. Aradiabot at this point probably knows that the timeline is doomed, so if she finds it odd Eridan hasn't duelled Sollux yet she'll either put it down to divergence, or not care because doomed innit. She's making preparations to leave, not fix things.

Gamzee kills Terezi and Karkat. Even if they know at this point, I doubt Karkat could fully believe it until he laid eyes on the bodies, and Terezi could well try arresting him before she goes to kill him. Karkat was the one who sent Equius after Gamzee in the main timeline, and while that was a doomed venture, he is pretty much the only person thinking in terms of team strategy in the trolls' session.

Kanaya, having worked out some of what's happening, has been messaging people like mad to rally some sort of party together to beat him, but she's getting a lot of no replies, except for Aradia who just unhelpfully tells her everything's doomed innit.

Gamzee kills Sollux before Feferi (we've seen Feferi's revenge leap, whereas Sollux's power and range and ability to fly make me think his revenge blast might well level anything within a few miles).

Kanaya goes to fight him and is killed. She goes down. When she comes back up again, Gamzee is gone to collect the bodies into a single place, and without any blood to suck, her rainbow drinker powers can't bring her back fully. When he gets back to retrieve her body, he kills her again, and this one sticks.

Aradia arrives after he finishes covering the book in blood and, forewarned and forearmed, kills him.

Gamzee has a lot of strength and speed, so if he gets near somebody who doesn't realise he's snapped, he could probably kill that person. Stealth and miscommunication do most of his work for him, with the rest largely down to people in the right order (Equius before Nepeta, Karkat before he can wrangle people into a defence, Kanaya not around any blood sources, etc).

While on the other hand the upper bound could easily have been:

Gamzee kills Karkat and Kanaya publicly but without immediate access to more victims (i.e. somebody's watching them on the Server side, or Karkat was mid-memo rant when he dies). Everybody knows immediately that he's snapped.

He then kills Nepeta, which is enough to send Equius into a rage when he finds out. He doesn't find out yet.

While people are talking about Karkat and Kanaya's deaths, he attacks Tavros and (godtiered) Vriska. He kills Tavros and is so much of a threat that Vriska has to retreat (as you can imagine, when she realises she had to run away, she gets very pissed and starts hunting Gamzee).

Kanaya comes back to life, sucks Karkat's blood, our girl is back in action and she has no mercy.

Equius realises Gamzee killed Nepeta.

Terezi, realising Gamzee is a big threat, lures him to a favourable location for her with plans to kill him. She does this on a public memo so everybody knows where she is and where he's planning to be.

On his way to Terezi's planet, Gamzee runs into Feferi and she fights him and gets killed. Sollux and Eridan learn this right away.

As Gamzee arrives at Terezi's trap, Vriska and Equius arrive pretty much at the same time. Terezi fights Gamzee and dies.

Immediately after, Vriska and Equius try to defeat him. Vriska might not be going for the kill straightaway, but Equius 100% is.

Gamzee kills Equius, which makes Vriska see it's to the death. Kanaya and Eridan (armed with a science wand Kanaya gave him for other reasons at some point) arrive, but fail to put a dent in him. Vriska manages to stay alive for longer, maybe Kanaya does too with her speed, but Eridan dies.

Sollux arrives, and it's a 3v1 with Vriska, Kanaya, and Sollux versus Gamzee. Kanaya dies, and then Solluz, and then Kanaya again, and then Vriska.

Aradia arrives to find Gamzee distracted by scrawling over the book, and as he finishes the last character on the last page, she kills him.

I don't know which one is more realistic or where the actual event lies in between them, but those are kind of the upper and lower bounds I feel like there are for what 'Gamzee flipped out and killed everyone' could mean in that timeline. And incidentally, if anybody wants to write those up as fanfics I'll absolutely read them lol

Sorry for the pages of text, just thought it was an interesting thing to note: we don't know how Gamzee killed everybody! Thought that was ripe for speculation.

Loving the liveblog, hope you're having a great day!

I love the level of detail you're put into this analysis.

There are some extremely evocative scenes here. A confrontation where he forces God Tier Vriska to retreat is something I'd love to see expounded upon - and I particularly like the image of an Aradiabot who stumbles upon a barely-coherent, HONKsick Gamzee, silently observes the bodies, and telekinetically snaps his neck.

Out of these two scenarios, I believe the second is probably closer to the truth. While Frenzied Gamzee is capable of being sneaky, he seems to generally prefer shock tactics and intimidation, so a bloody warpath seems more plausible than a stealth-focused approach.

[jaxxsoxxn]

>> ELIMF SAYS HORN IT UP [gn!reader x elimf x odxny]

elimf uses he/him pronouns (bc im pretty sure he's referred to himself as a guy? but that's about all the reasoning), uses they/them for everyone else.

Probably ooc, im still figuring everyone out ;;

smth silly <3 I take requests if this barely existing fandom is alive

lowkey horny elimf for the duo, even if he doesn't realize it for the most part.

tw. drinking; irresponsible drinking especially; kind of dissociation but depends on how u look at it; elimf is technically having a bad fcking day even if it's not stated clearly.

im writing it at, like, 1am n i might not notice most of the uhhh writing errors.

___

El didn't smoke that much lately, but he was sipping lazily a beer while using only one hand to write back in the chatroom. He wasn't sure which beer was it, but he was pretty buzzed at this point.

"Elimf" looked at the words passing his screen with a small smirk. Thrim, bless them, gave them a year of peace. As they learned more and more, they finally decided to try to find them and ask them to join something a bit more like a social groupchat, still hidden from curious eyes if or when they wanted to brag about their possible hacks.

If you'd ask him before thrim, if he'd chat with incri or even wnpep out of his own will for simple fun after they're done, he'd laugh. Now here he was, sending a meme of a staring hamster after pep made the mistake of saying something vaguely sexual.

All he gets is the staring emoji.

He sits back in his chair, a low sound leaving it with the move, almost like a whine. After a few slow blinks and a deep sigh, he finally looks back at the screen.

thrim: lmao stare off, you got this elimf

He should go to sleep.

He should leave the chatting for later today, the clock on his laptop showing 2 AM.

Instead, he slides into thrim's dms, one simple message being sent before he closes his eyes and takes another sip.

He wishes he'd have something heavier to drink.

elimf: wanna have a drink with me?

thrim is writing...

It only takes one more sip for the bottle to be empty and, thus, useless. He hovers with his mouse on the text, asking himself if he'll delete the message, will thrim have enough brain in their head to not mention it. He's too late in the end.

thrim: I'd be down, as long as you're aware that od will be there somewhere in the back thrim: I mean, they'll probably hear us thrim: Just wanted you to know thrim: and also had to ask them if they're okay with it beforehand, so that's why it took a while for me to respond thrim: in case you were wondering

Talk about not carrying about double- or, well, quintuple texting. If that's a thing. If not, trust thrim to be the one to come up with it.

He calls without answering the texts, his finger slipping once while trying to do so. Maybe he's drunker than he thought he was. He doesn't disconnect.

"Hi there, elimf!"

The way their voice goes softer, slower around his "name" makes him chuckle. They were obviously trying their best at sounding it out. The idea of them trying it out beforehand made him a little heated.

"Just L's fine." he states, noting a green smudge in their background. "How's ya, thrim?"

He wants to stay silent and just watch them as time passes, he wants to reach for them and pull- their hair, their skin, the hoodie that's obviously not theirs, anything.

He tries to take another sip and grimaces when the empty bottle lightly hits his teeth, too light without any liquid. Furthermore, he lets it fall, ignoring the breaking glass as he reaches for another. Thrim doesn't seem to be good at following in his footsteps.

"You're alright?" they have a slight accent, something so soft that it's barely there. "Did the bottle break?"

There's music in his headphones. He doesn't remember when it was turned on, he cannot remember if it was playing before he called.

"Ya didn't answer me." he says it almost childishly, a stupid grin on his face. The green smudge in the back becomes more visible, the person stopping in their tracks.

"I'm alright, would be better if I'd know if you're good too."

He's staring, probably. He lets himself look down at the new bottle in his hand, before popping the top off with his teeth. As he does so, thrim holds a shot glass, already filled. The green wearing person has a fox mask on that looks like their emojis. They also have a shot glass in one hand and their other hand is patting thrim's shoulder.

He knows it's Od, he knows it so well it hurts, but all he can do is think about how much he wished it wouldn't be odxny themselves. How much easier would being jealous be if he wouldn't know them.

How much easier knowing who he was jealous of would be, too.

"Ya'r drinkin' with us, oddy? What a blessin'" his accent is getting the best of him, he should try to fight it a bit more.

He gets a delicate chuckle back, the mask lowering itself with their face, as Od shakes their head lightly at that. He wants to tear it off, he wants it to be an actual part of him.

He feels unreal, his mind is getting sharp even if his vision seems to be worse - there's an ache in his chest, almost like he's smoked too much-

"L? We're drinking or what?"

With the other voice joining in, he finally remembers to breath. He really shouldn't drink another.

"Of course, unless ya'r already chickenin' out." he slightly grimaces at those words, a pained laugh leaving his throat. "That was a bit too incy for me."

Wnpep would've tried to scold him, Incri would've thrown a fit - but the two just laugh with him, odxny lighter than thrim, but still easy to be heard.

As they raise their glasses, the masked one whispers something to thrim before downing their own. Thrim, stars above, Thrim puts their mouth around the rim of the glass and raise their head, letting their whole neck show and their Adam's apple show off its movement. Two swallows is all it takes, before they whip their head back and lay the glass back down.

He wants to scream, the bottle stopped halfway to his mouth, his other hand's nails biting into the skin on his left thigh.

Thrim outright laughs, their eyes squinted and their hair becoming even messier. Od rests their head in the place where the shoulder and the neck connect, an obvious smirk on their lips as they shake lightly with their own laughter.

He's bright red - he realizes, while blinking owlishly.

"You did this on purpose."

Thrim smirks at him, leaning back lightly. A tiny change, yet still a change. Whatever was the trap they laid down, he walked right into it.

"What can we say, we wanted to know if you'll like what you'll see half as much as we do."

He takes the sip he was meaning to before, his eyes following Od's hand, which was playing with Thrim's hair.

As another chuckle left them, thrim sent him a wink. He couldn't handle it.

He let himself disconnect, a smile on his lips as he stood away from the desk, moving the glass slowly with his bare foot to the side, so he wouldn't step on the bigger parts. A shower and a power nap sounds like a dream duo to him right now and those feelings? Those real feelings that he felt at the duo teasing? Well, those are for the rare sober elimf, thank the stars.

[caramelcleopatraa]

GIANNA'S ROOM

word count: 1.2k

x: heyyoo. I came up with this idea a few weeks ago, and I didn't know where I wanted this to go, so I'm excited to see if y'all like this one or not. causeeee I can make part 2 "Roman's Room" which is already planned out :p. anyways hope you guys enjoy (excuse any errors you see of course) and please leave comments. I love comments.

content: He’s a wrestler. She’s a pornstar. They were never meant to meet, but Gianna wanted to ride, so he let her. Roman Reigns x Gianna, 18+ MDNI, dirty talk, masturbation, exchange of videos and pictures

“Thank you guys so much for watching. I’ll see you guys next stream,” Gianna says seductively, blowing a kiss at her viewers. Another successful day, and a hefty bag gust from two hours of work. She was so glad that her roommate, Amara, was non judgemental when it came to her occupation. There’s such a negative view on sex workers, and she was worried she’d be stuck with a roommate who wouldn't respect her, but she lucked out big time. She even offered to be in multiple videos with Gianna when money was tight, which led to Amara creating a OnlyFans account of her own. 

1 Notification from: Anonymous

Normally, she shrugged off private messages because they usually lead to personalized requests, which is something she doesn't do. But she gets intrigued once she reads the message preview.

Anonymous Hi pretty, you take requests? I’ll pay you 1000 for….

‘1000?’ She clicks on the notification and reads the full message.

Hi pretty, you take requests? I’ll pay you 1000 for just a quick video.

‘1000 dollars is a lot for a short video.’

EroticMedusa I don't normally take requests, but that offer is too good to deny.

Anonymous I was hoping you’d say that. I’ll go ahead and send the payment through if you want to do the video.

EroticMedusa Sure! Anything in particular you want me to do? I’m here for your pleasure, sir. :)

Anonymous Whatever makes you feel comfortable sweetheart. Need some inspiration?

EroticMedusa If you don't mind. :)

Anonymous Of course sweetheart. [2 Attachments]

She clicks the first picture and her jaw drops to the floor. Saying that he was attractive was an understatement. He’s big. For fucking sure. His wavy hair dangled down from the top of the picture. Pearly white teeth, salt and pepper beard, broad shoulders, big arms and big hands, a large tattoo that covered his right pec and covered his entire right arm, prominent chest, defined torso, thick thighs, and he was hung. She was practically drooling from the picture alone. What didn’t he have? She exited out of the picture and clicked on the video next. She couldn't take her eyes off the screen.

He held his phone in his hand, keeping the phone at the perfect angle to capture his beautiful body. She could hear chuckling as he slowly stroked himself for her. “Look what you do to me baby.” God, his voice. If his body wouldn't do it, his voice definitely would. She was glad that she had free time today to make the video, because she was already turned on from the picture he sent. “Wish you were here with me sweetheart, I’d make you cum all night” He tightens his fist, fucking up into his hand. “Want you to suck this dick so bad, baby. Need to feel those lips around my dick.” She bit her bottom lip, unconsciously grabbing her breasts and bucking her hips. “Damn, I'm finna cum for you. Ahhh shit!” She watched closely as strings of cum leaked from his tip, his head leaned back and his chest heaving from the intense orgasm he had. He stroked himself a few more times, creating squelching from his release dripping over his hands. What she would give to lick him clean.

EroticMedusa Damn daddy, that was so sexy.

Anonymous I’m glad you like it.

EroticMedusa I loved it! Your body looks soo good! And your voice made me so horny daddy.

Anonymous Ever had a stranger make you feel like that?

EroticMedusa No, only you.

Anonymous Good girl.  Making me horny again the way you’re talking to me.

EroticMedusa I wish I could've been there to lick you clean. I’m so wet imagining it. I’m making the video right now! Give me a few minutes.

Anonymous Take your time.

Gianna propped her phone up after sending her last message, making sure she was capturing all of the right angles and pressed record. She grabbed her favorite vibrator from her nightstand drawer and positioned herself in front of the camera. She could see herself glistening from her phone. She waved at the camera and giggled before playing with her breasts. Grabbing and tugging at her nipples, bucking her hips again and moaning softly. She imagines his hands replacing hers. “I’m so horny for you, daddy,” She says, spreading her legs to show him her delectable pussy. She was glistening even more now, if that was possible. The hand that wasn’t focused on her breast, teases her folds, and the hand that was on her breast, reached to grab her vibrator.

“I want that dick daddy,” she says, pressing the button on her vibrator placed on her sensitive clit. The strong vibrations made her gasp, her eyes fluttering shut and enjoying the sensation. She imagined him burying his face between her legs, dragging his tongue along her pussy. How he would lick and suck on her clit. How he would make her come on his tongue, and keep going. All of these fantasies were only making her more excited. “Fuck, I want you so bad daddyy. I wish you were here right now.” Her chest bobbed up and down, her ragged breaths mixed in with whiny and desperate moans. The picture and video that he sent earlier was crystal clear in her mind. His deep moans and dirty talk repeated in her head while the vibrator stayed stationary on her clit. “Shiiit- ugh. Feels so fucking good.” 

Her back arched as her moans got louder. She was for sure making a mess on the bed and disturbing her neighbors. She didn’t care though. God she needed to cum. Between the video he sent her and the conversation they had, there was nothing she was more focused on than undoing herself. Her spare hand grabbed at the sheets, eyes rolling to the back of her head in euphoric pleasure of the orgasm that was fastly building. “aaah- i’m gonna cum f’r you,” she says, her slurred words that accompanied the light buzzing of the vibrator. Her thighs shook violently as she screamed out pleas and exclaims of pleasure. She turned off the vibrator, working quick circles on her clit, overstimulating herself. Her legs stayed open, displaying the beautiful mess she made on herself and her silk sheets. She grabs her phone, bringing it closer to her cunt, giving him a front row seat. “Would you lick it up, daddy?” She giggles softly, pressing the red button to stop the recording. She sends the video to him, taking a deep breath.

EroticMedusa Here you go, big guy 😘 [1 Attatchment]

‘Shit, that was amazing.’ If he was willing to stick around, she could pump out content in no time.

She cleans herself up minutes later, wrapping herself in her silk robe that matched her sheets. Her phone vibrated against the nightstand, and she quickly unlocked her phone, anxious for his response. And she got just that.

Anonymous God damn baby [1 Attatchment]

She could make another video just from the picture alone. His head was leaned back, showing off his adam’s apple. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat with droplets dripping down his chest. Streams of cum drip down his shaft, down to his balls. She would have loved to see what he looked like while he stroked himself to her video.

Anonymous Can I see you?

EroticMedusa See me? What are you trying to do, sir? 😏

Anonymous I’m tryna give you the best dick down you’ll ever have.

🏷️ tags :) @reignsboy19 @2-muchsauce @theninthwonder @harmshake @alichesmi @thesamoanqueen @alyyaanna @empressdede @badbitchcentralinc @christinabae @fame-ass-ers @southerngirl41 @cyberdejos2

[heartshapedcigaretteburns]

(The things I would do to him if he was real 😫)

Sugar Daddy! Price who loves the idea of having someone pretty to come back to but doesn't have the time or energy to pursue someone. One night while he's unwinding at the bar with the boys Soap makes an offhanded joke about Price needing a sugar baby to keep him company. After that comment, Price looks for more information on that type of arrangement--what they entail, where one would even find a sugar baby, etcetera. Following his research, he finds a website and ends up scrolling past and talking to a lot of beautiful sugar babies but none of them really entice him.... Until he came across youuuu.

Sugar Daddy! Price who immediately sends you a message asking to get to know each other a bit. He tells you what he's looking for and his ideal budget arrangement. You spend a lot of time going over the terms with each other but Price knew he would already agree to anything you ask of him.

Sugar Daddy! Price is right on it buying you things. He's given you a healthy allowance to buy whatever you want but he still spends hours scrolling through different websites and picking out little gifts. It's mostly clothes and jewelry that he knows you would just look soooooooo good in. You've given him your clothing sizes and your PO box so he takes it upon himself to send a horde of gifts your way. He sat for a half an hour trying to figure out if it would be weird to send you lingerie even though you agreed to a sexual relationship as part of your arrangement(Sweet boy 😕).

Sugar Daddy! Price knows it's over for him when he finally meets you in person. The pictures don't even do you justice bc somehow you manage to look even more gorgeous sitting in front of him. You had obviously looked stunning in your pictures but in person you manage to look even more radiant. He never thought he'd find someone who fits his type to a tee like you do. His mind teases him cruelly with an image of you above him, bouncing on his fat cock dumbly and screaming his name. He wonders if you're wearing the lacy set he's sent you in hopes of ripping it off you.

Sugar Daddy! Price who doesn't want to fuck you when he comes home from a mission like you'd expect. He calls you over to his apartment and you show up in the sexiest lingerie you have covered by just a long coat. There's excitement bubbling in your stomach as he drags you down the hall to his room but when you arrive at his bed he just wraps himself around you and drops you both onto the cozy mattress. He just wants to hold you and be held ☹️. You ended up spending all day in his bed but not how you thought you would.

Honestly Price has the most sugar daddy vibes out of 141 so I should've expected the majority to vote for him. Had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you guys enjoy! As always, ignore any spelling or grammar errors.

[padscomm]

quiet

part 2 of jealousy?

tara carpenter x f!reader

warnings: grammatical errors!

a/n: check out my Wattpad fr, it's ikvor_

tara · @ tarafilms

; tara

y/n?

who are you jealous offf

please tell me

I'm also curious

like the other's:((

; y/n

I'm sorryy, i can't tell you

it's not like I don't trust you tar

it's js stopping me from

telling youuu

; tara

c'mon bb, we've been friends

since like, years nowww

and you don't tell me who you are jealous of:((

I'm gonna be sad

; y/n

I'm sorryy, but I cannot tell you hehe

I promise, i trust you but i cannot tell youu

; tara

but you told ethan, and anika

not me?:(

I'm sad now

; y/n

sorryy tar, I promise

I do trust you but, I just cannot..

nevermind

tara looked at the message y/n sent, she sighed, sadly smashing her head on her pillow. thinking that she made a mistake.

timeskip wherein sam and tara goes to McDonald's, to bond with their friends.

while at McDonald's, you and tara sat next to each other. not talking, and ignoring eye contacts. Tara was probably sulking at you, since you didn't tell her about the person you were jealous of.

you brushed it off and listened to music, leaning your head onto the window. “look’s like someone doesn't have a partner here.” Mindy jokes.

you didn't hear anything, and continued listening to music. the food arrived, and the only thing you order was a coke float.

even if you didn't eat anything for the whole day, you pretty much didn't care. while the other's were talking, you were take a sip on your coke float watching videos of jessii vee’s urban legends.

tara noticed how quiet you were, she wasn't used to you being quiet. since you were quite a talkative person, but she was trying to be cold towards you.

you took your headphones off, finally. and heard tara and chad flirting, since tara is next to you and on her side was chad. the both of them flirted, it felt like you were a ghost to her.

they started shipping chad and tara together, which made your heart shatter. but you held it in, and played along with their jokes. you sucked in your tear's.

“uhm.. i gotta go. my tita auntie is already finding me, bye." you waved a goodbye, and stormed out of McDonald's. tears falling off your face, it hurt's seeing tara and chad flirting with each other.

but you knew, if you would've distanced yourself from tara for quite awhile, it was for the better.

the rain started pouring on you, your day was getting worser and worser.

walking home, in the rain, tears streaming down your face.

[zazima]

im rusty. so rusty. and also extremely late for christmas. i may as well have waited 350 days until the holidays came around again, but im trying to write more this year, so hear you go? eek im nervous. please pardon any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes. enjoy! also tumblr doesn't seem to have line breaks so sorry if any time jumps are confusing.

also a warning for language and mentions of wanting to step in front of a bus as an extreme response to being embarrassed. i swear this is all fluff otherwise.

Harry doesn't know what to get Sirius for Christmas.

Well, to clarify, Harry doesn't know if he can get Sirius anything adequately worth a damn. Because how can a game (magical or not) or piece of art or trinket or any sort of anything say hey Merry Christmas and by the way, thanks for saving me from my horrible abusive household where I lived in a cupboard and for wrangling a fucked up wizarding judicial system so that it both exonerates you from a murder you didn't commit and lets you adopt a kid you only properly met six months ago.

Harry would also like the gift (if he ever manages to find something) to say also thank you for giving me my own bedroom and for making pancakes every Saturday morning and for letting me visit my friends and for playing two-man Quidditch with me and for ruffling my hair and for always letting me pick the film that we watch and for telling me stories about my parents and for always being just enough and for not pushing me when I have nothing to say and for calling me by my name instead of shouting boy angrily-

Harry figures that he should cut himself off there. Any more gratitudes and the gift will literally be impossible to find, lest it be the size of Hogwarts in an effort to cram any and all unspoken messages Harry doesn't have the courage to voice out loud.

So Harry does what he usually does in a sticky situation. He turns to his friends.

No clue mate, Ron writes. I normally get Mum perfume and Dad whatever Muggle trinket he's been obsessing over. So unless Sirius wants a rubber duck, I probably won't be much help. But you could probably give him one and he'd be ecstatic. You're pretty much his favorite person right now.

Ah bloody hell. Do you think I should get Sirius something as a thanks for Pig?

Even though he's sure Ron's right (although Padfoot might enjoy a rubber duck more than Sirius), Harry doesn't have time to add Ron's own gift conundrum to his list of problems, so he turns to Hermione, who ends up being a bit more helpful.

I know you said that Sirius was interested in curse-breaking and how it can be used to help with cleaning up Grimmauld Place, so maybe something pertaining to that? A book or starter kit? Or perhaps something a bit more personal, something he couldn't just buy in a shop. Don't worry too much, Harry. He'll love whatever it is you give him because it's you.

Harry disregards the book suggestion immediately. Sirius does read; over the holiday break the two of them have taken to sitting quietly on opposite sides of the couch in the sitting room, reading books from the Black family library and munching on the latest treat Mrs. Weasley has sent them while flames blaze in the fireplace, only breaking the peaceful quiet occasionally to share whatever interesting passage has just been read. But Harry doesn't want to give a present that reminds Sirius of the exhausting work they do every day trying to make Grimmauld Place a habitable home.

Hermione's other suggestion, however, gets Harry thinking. Something he couldn't just buy in a shop. That obviously eliminates all of the last-resort items Harry had on his mental list, as they were dumb things he had planned to frantically order by mail once he gave up on the idea of finding something good enough for Sirius. But it also opens up a new idea, something that Harry himself had appreciated when he had received it a few years ago.

He begins firing off letters and mail-in order forms with an efficiency Hermione would admire. The owls return in quick fashion, up to three or four a day. Sirius doesn't notice anything at first, but when Hedwig taps on the kitchen window for the second time that day during breakfast, he gets up and lets her in with a raised eyebrow at Harry.

"Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment?" he asks, somewhat incredulously, peering at the label on the package. "Harry, love, you know we can just go to Diagon Alley whenever you'd like. No need to rely on owl post if you're running low on supplies."

Harry flushes and snatches the small, soft package from Hedwig, stuffing it under his armpit and looking determinedly at his porridge. He hopes he doesn't have ACTUALLY IT'S PART OF YOUR CHRISTMAS PRESENT written all over his face.

"It's fine," he shrugs, aiming for casual nonchalance with his tone. "It's just a small thing. No point in going all the way down to Diagon Alley. Besides, the crowds would drive you crazy. They'd probably give you a concussion trying to get a picture."

Sirius grimaces, probably thinking of their last attempt to go for an ice cream at Fortescue's shortly before Harry had left for the fall term. They'd returned to Grimmauld Place ice cream-less and with a giant tear down the front of Harry's robes.

"Nothing a Glamour Charm wouldn't fix," he responds, grabbing his own empty bowl and bringing it to the sink. "Anyway, it's not fair for us to be shut up in this damned house because some people can't behave themselves in public. You just let me know whenever you want to go out, alright? I promise I won't breathe down your neck while you look at potions ingredients and whatnot. Even if they all suspiciously happen to be ingredients for an Enlarging Potion."

He manages to ruffle Harry's hair before the boy squawks out a "Sirius!" and darts out the kitchen, cackling in response to Harry's sputtered "I'm not... I wouldn't... SIRIUS!"

As Christmas approaches, Harry begins to stay up later and later into the night, working frantically to finish Sirius' present. One late night (or early morning, really), he hears a gentle knock on his door. He jumps and shoves the half completed project under his comforter.

"Come in!"

Sirius peeks his head through the cracked open door. "Are you alright? I was getting a glass of water and noticed your light was still on."

Harry nods, trying to convey a casualness he doesn't feel beneath the stress of wanting to have the present ready by Christmas morning. "Yes. Fine. I was just... reading." He reaches for his nightstand and holds up the latest book he's knicked from the Black family library for this exact purpose.

Sirius raises an eyebrow. "You sure? I've read that one before. Couldn't last more than thirty seconds at a time without falling asleep."

Harry glances at the cover. He hasn't even cracked it open yet. "It's actually quite interesting. I've always been fascinated by... the evolution of wizarding legalese from 1500 to 1800." He internally winces as the subject matter is finally made apparent to his sleep-deprived brain.

Sirius pauses, clearly sensing that something's up. He must decide that now's not the time to probe further because he says, "Alright. You're stronger than me, then. Let me know if you need anything though." He begins to retreat and close the bedroom door but stops right before he actually does. "I forgot, " he murmurs, opening the door wide and stepping fully into Harry's bedroom. He approaches Harry where he's sitting on his bed. Harry tries to discretely shove the half-finished present further under the covers. "You had a letter downstairs. We must have missed it earlier. I only saw it when I was getting water." He hands over a rather thick envelope to Harry, who flips it over, notes the name of the sender, and smiles, relieved.

Sirius lets out a small puff of air, and Harry looks up at the sound. Sirius pastes on a rather strained smile. "Do you often write to Mrs. Weasley?"

Harry's brain scrambles for a response. "Erm. Not really."

He doesn't say anything else, unsure how to explain away the situation convincingly. A rather awkward silence settles between them. Sirius looks as if he's summoning the courage to say something.

Sirius takes a deep breath. "I'm here if you ever want to talk, Harry. I know the Weasley's have always been great to you, and I never want to feel like you're getting that taken away. But, I just want you to know that I'm also here, in addition to them. For anything. No questions asked or judgement cast. Alright?"

The letter slips out of Harry's grip, as he frantically waves his hands in front of him, desperate to correct Sirius' perception of the situation. "Oh, no, Sirius, I know! I swear it. We were just... planning Ron's birthday present this year. They wanted to throw him a party." The fib comes easily.

Sirius visibly relaxes. "Oh. Ron's birthday's not until April though."

"Yes," Harry's brain scrambles for an explanation. "But you know how Mrs. Weasley is. Always trying to stay ahead. She's already starting to plan the menu. Fretting between bacon sandwiches or chicken legs for the main course."

Sirius shakes his head, a genuine smile starting to form on his face. "Well you know my vote is always for chicken legs. Assuming I'm invited of course."

"You know you're always invited. Mrs. Weasley always wants an opportunity to make sure you're feeding me properly," Harry rolls his eyes. "And Ron thinks you're pretty cool too. Even though you broke his leg."

Sirius gives him a mock scowl. "Hey now! I wasn't in my right mind that night. And I gave him an owl to make up for it! Even though I was probably doing myself more of a favor than him. That damned owl was driving me mad."

Harry giggles, and Sirius' smile grows wider at the sound. He lets out a dramatic sigh and leans over to ruffle Harry's hair, ignoring the sounds of protest that come in response to the action.

"Alright then, love. I'm off to bed. Shout if you need anything, and I'll be here in faster than you can say chicken legs. You hear me?"

Harry nods. "Yes sir."

Sirius scowls for real this time. "None of that now, remember?"

Harry nods again, this time rather sheepishly. Sirius bends over to kiss his forehead before heading out of the bedroom, shouting a "Good night!" over his shoulder before he closes the door behind him.

Harry sighs in relief, pulls the present out from underneath the comforter, tears open Mrs. Weasley's letter, and gets back to work.

The morning of the 25th is bright and cold.

Harry is a ball of nerves as the breakfast plates get cleared away and the two of them prepare to go to the sitting room to open presents. Padfoot had barged into Harry's room at half past seven, barking loudly and leaping onto the bed, nearly giving Harry a heart attack in the process. He'd only finished Sirius' present in the wee hours of the morning and had barely managed to shove it into his desk drawer before he'd fallen asleep.

Sirius had dragged Harry into the kitchen for special Christmas chocolate chip pancakes and hot chocolate but had only allowed Harry to start eating once he agreed to don a ridiculously oversized Santa hat that matched the one Sirius had on his own head.

"If I'd known you liked Christmas so much, I'd have taken you to the Muggle mall to get a picture with Santa," Harry grumbles only half-heartedly as he watches the milk heat up on the hob. Sirius was adamant about making hot chocolate the old-fashioned way.

Sirius laughs loudly and hooks his arm around Harry's neck, pulling him close and planting a kiss on his forehead with a loud smack. "It's our first Christmas together, kiddo! First of many. You can get past your anti-morning attitude for that, can't you?"

"I gueeeeeeees," Harry mock-whines, drawing out the word as he adds the chopped chocolate to the steaming milk. He's secretly pleased that Sirius seems to somewhat enjoy his company. It shows he's not such a terrible charge.

"Thank you for your sacrifice," Sirius states dramatically. He gives Harry one last squeeze before releasing him. "Now come on, let's get to presents. I call going first!" He darts off to the sitting room where, overnight, a large pile of presents has piled in front of the eight-foot tall tree Sirius had dragged home one afternoon (with lots of swearing).

Harry gulps nervously as he pours hot chocolate into two mugs and tops them both with a handful of marshmallows. His hands are slightly shaking as he brings them both to the sitting room. Sirius is poking around the heap of gifts as he enters the room, and Harry spots the hastily wrapped, lumpy package he completed only a few hours ago.

Please like it, please like it, please like it, he silently begs as he sets the mugs on the coffee table. The sight of the gift is almost nauseating, and he keeps his eyes fixed on the hot chocolate.

Sirius turns at the sound to spot Harry and grins. "Alrighty, kiddo, what do you want to unwrap first? I did go a bit overboard this year, you'll have to forgive me. But there's plenty here from your friends!" He's practically vibrating with excitement.

Harry straightens his back and clears his throat. "Actually, do you mind if you do the opening first?"

Sirius pauses. "Are you sure? I swear mine are quite good."

Harry nods vigorously. "Yes. You can start with mine. It's right on top. The green wrapping." Let's just get this over with, he thinks.

Sirius picks up the package and shakes it gently. It makes no noise, and Harry can't help but let out a chuckle despite the knots in his stomach. Sirius grins at him and begins to carefully unwrap the gift.

Harry's legs suddenly feel like treacle tart filling. He lowers himself onto the couch so he doesn't pass out.

The wrapper paper gently falls to the ground, revealing a mound of knit material. Sirius unravels the pile to reveal a rather lumpy, oversized navy blue sweater with a slightly misshapen black dog woven onto the front.

Sirius doesn't say anything.

Harry's heart drops to his stomach. He opens his mouth, desperate to explain away the situation. "It's uh... it's... erm... it's a sweater? I made it?" As if that wasn't fucking obvious, he internally snarls at himself. He shakes his head, trying to organize his thoughts. "Yes, I, um, I made it. That's uh... that's Padfoot. On the front of it. I knitted it."

Sirius doesn't say anything.

Harry's words start coming out faster and faster, hoping something comes out that remedies this clusterfuck of an event. "Mrs. Weasley helped me. She sent me instructions. And the patterns? That 's why she was sending me so many letters. I didn't know how to do it. They aren't throwing a party for Ron."

Sirius still doesn't say anything.

Oh fuck! Harry thinks wildly. He's probably livid I lied. Oh fuck fuck fuck. "I'm sorry I lied to you! I just wanted it to be a surprise," he manages to get out. "That's why I was ordering so much through owl post. I had to get the yarn and the needles. And I kept having to order more yarn because I kept getting frustrated and messing up a lot. I didn't want you to know. Until now, that is. Obviously."

Sirius. Still. Doesn't. Say. Anything.

Harry wants to crawl into a hole and die. But for some stupid, idiotic reason, he keeps speaking. "I wasn't sure if you'd like the color? I actually realized that I don't know what your favorite color is. But whenever Mrs. Weasley makes one for me or for the Weasley kids, she usually does our favorite color. Or house colors. But I figured you have lots of things in Gryffindor colors? Like your wand holster. And then I noticed that you wear a lot of navy. So I thought that might be nice."

If Sirius doesn't say anything, Harry just might call the Knight Bus so he can step in front of it. He decides to get everything off of his chest before he has to do so.

"Mrs... uh... Mrs. Weasley made me one," he explains softly. "My first year. And every year after that. It means a lot to me. I think it was probably the first gift I ever got. And it kind of made me feel like part of their family? A little bit at least. So... so I wanted to give you one. Not from her, of course. But from me. So you could feel like a part of... our family?" His sentence embarrassingly ends like a question, so he hastily tacks on, "If you want to, of course."

Sirius finally moves, and Harry shuts his mouth. He gently sets the sweater down on the armchair next to him, walks over to where Harry is sitting, and pulls him up into the tightest, fiercest hug Harry has ever experienced.

Neither say anything for a few moments. Until Harry can't deal with not being able to breathe and squeaks out, "Uh? Sirius? I can't really inhale."

Sirius releases him quickly and takes a step back. "Sorry."

Harry feels awkward again. He clears his throat, hoping to fill the silence with something. "I hope you like it. But I know it's not done very well. So I can take it apart if you'd rather that. The shop said they'd take the yarn back as long as it wasn't too worn."

Sirius' head snaps up. "What? Harry, my love, I don't not like it. I love it."

Harry's mouth goes dry. "What?"

Sirius gives him a small smile. His eyes look suspiciously glassy. "Harry. You made this for me. You made this for me! It's my favorite color, and it's got me on it! Of course I love it. Not just because you took the time and the effort to make something for me. Because, my goodness, how do you even start with something like this? It must have taken you ages. But also because, well, you said it yourself. I mean, I already felt like part of the same family with the whole adoption bit and knowing you since you were a baby and whatnot, but it's always nice to know you feel the same. And I'm so honored to be a part of your family. Always will be. You have to know that, alright?" Sirius presses their foreheads together. "Alright?"

Harry nods, feeling a little something catch in his throat. He nods.

"Thank you for my gift," Sirius says softly. "I love it. No talk about talking it apart. I'll be proper mad if you do, you hear me?"

Harry nods again. Sirius releases him. He grabs the sweater from the armchair and pulls it over his head. The hem is uneven and the dog looks more like a cat once the sweater settles on his body, but Sirius only looks down at it and grins.

"Now come on, it's your turn to open presents. I don't think any of mine are as good as a handmade sweater, but I hope you like them anyway. And that's got me thinking, we ought to do a Christmas card no? Especially now that I've got a nice sweater on. Mrs. Weasley might tear up at the sight of a photo of the two us. Come on, come on, pick a present."

Harry rolls his eyes without any real heat behind the action. And he doesn't say anything later when he feels a burst of pride when he sees the photo they take in front of the Christmas tree that afternoon, Sirius wearing the sweater with the biggest, proudest smile Harry has ever seen.

He just bottles the feeling and hopes to remember it forever.

[helios404]

> CHECK MEMORY LOG

(previous)

When in doubt, accessing one's memory database is always a decent option to combating confusion. If there's anything this robot can learn about herself, that information should be safely stored within the memory logs. Using the wonders of technology, she projects a dialog window to read her memories.

Unfortunately, it's a bit of a wait... At the very least, she now has a name: Sylvia E. Grey. Exactly what the E in her middle name stands for is uncertain, but it's a start, isn't it?

As Sylvia waits, she decides to do a cursory check of her other functions. Everything else seems to be in order: the luminous nuclear core on her chest is in good standing, and her coolant system is functional. Few people would be optimistic in a situation of waking up in a dark storeroom, but at least there's no risk for a core meltdown!

Just as Sylvia began to feel hopeful about her memory log loading in, she's hit with an error. It's telling her to contact her... manufacturer?

Oh, good God. What a technological nightmare. She doesn't even know who created her! This storage room is eerily silent aside from the soft sound of her own mechanical components running. It doesn't sound like anyone else is anywhere nearby.

Sylvia could spend an eternity fretting over the stress of her missing memories, but she's distracted by an inbound notification. It would seem that someone sent her something in the time it took her to access her memories... or lack thereof.

> SIGH, CURSE MANUFACTURERS, THEN READ MESSAGE

[mayanneaa]

"golden cove" series - ᴊᴊ ᴍᴀʏʙᴀɴᴋ.

004. - ginormous rats?

PAIRING : jj maybank x fem!kook!oc

WARNING(S) : swearing, kinda not proofread, if you spot any errors please lmk

A/N : hi :)

WC : 1.9k

golden cove masterlist. | jj's masterlist.

Walking home was definitely refreshing. It kinda felt like a reset. By the time I stepped onto the porch, most of the anger faded away. My mom always says that I wear my emotions on my sleeve- and I think she's right, whether I like it or not.

The next day arrived quickly, like a sudden wave. I'm lying stretched out on my bed, my chest slowly rising and falling. I stare at my white ceiling, wishing I could stay like this, in silence, for a little longer. Chilly air slips in through the open window with the distant sound of seagulls.

A reluctant sigh escapes my lips when I feel the cold, hard floor underneath my feet. My movements are slow, I try to cling to my bed for as long as possible. I reach for my phone from the white nightstand to check the messages Sarah sent me. She was supposed to be here any minute.

I get ready as fast as I can. I go for a loose navy cropped shirt paired with some shorts and put my hair in a claw clip, some strands sneaking out and falling around my face.

Just as I check myself out in the mirror, I hear the distanced ringing of the bell.

I run downstairs, and Sarah's already inside.

"Hi," she greets me with a hug, "How did it go?"

"Awful." She sends me a sympathetic smile as I plop on the couch. "When I finally knocked on the door, guess who opened? JJ. And, obviously, he had to annoy me so bad John B. said we have to go get the journals together."

"You poor thing," Sarah pops her knuckles, ready for the search to begin, "But, think about it the other way around. Maybe you'll change your mind if you get to know him. Seems like a good guy."

It doesn't help at all. I roll my eyes. "Let's get this done, shall we?"

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The first place is the attic.

The last time I went up there was when I was ten. I eagerly wanted to help my dad get all the Christmas decorations ready, and when he finally agreed, I was beaming.

I followed him on the wooden ladder, my excitement growing with each step.

You can imagine my disappointment once I looked around and found a million spider webs. With spiders on them.

I have never run down so fast.

But six years later, with Sarah by my side, I swallow hard and climb the ladder. The steps creak under me and I open up the little door. Some dust is gleaming in the sun, making me sneeze. I hear a "bless you" down from Sarah. When I finally got in, I noticed it hadn't changed much: many boxes, some old rugs, and antiques. I crouch, thinking of a good place my father could put the key in. And so the search begins.

I check the boxes from my father's office first. There are lots of documents and papers, but no sight of what I'm looking for. I try to walk around, avoiding the webs.

"Did you find anything?" Sarah shouts, peeking from the ladder. I shake my head and groan.

"Not even a piece of that key." A cough escapes my lungs, the dust rising. Just as I open my mouth, I look to my side and freeze.

I knew it was a bad idea to come up here.

I hear a little squeak, and my blood runs cold. A fucking rat. It's staring right at me with its beady black eyes. For a second, I forget to breathe, my heart practically racing out of my chest.

Then, I scream.

I crawl to the exit, practically jumping out. I feel something fall with me, and hear Sarah's groans. We both landed on the floor.

"Oops..." I help her stand up. "A ginormous rat was crawling toward me, what was I supposed to do?!"

Sarah dusts off her jeans. "Ginormous?! What are you, Miss Cherry from English? Relax, it was probably more scared of you than you are of it." She glares at me, but the smile on her lips betrays her.

"I didn't find anything anyway. We have to go to Dad's office."

We both go upstairs, the sun now fully shining through the windows.

I wrestle with the doorknob, but the doors finally open. The curtains are drawn, and the usual chaos is... well, still here.

My father never was the organized type of guy. Half his books are on the floor, in small towers he swore were arranged in his system, although it was a mystery only he understood. They lead us to the desk covered in a million sticky notes.

"I'll check the drawers, you look around the surface," I tell Sarah, walking up to the other side of the desk. I have four drawers to check.

I open the first one. I try not to change the positions of all these trinkets my father keeps. I find spare keys to our boat, to the garage. But no museum key. I huff and move on to another one.

I check all drawers with no key in sight. I look up, "Got anything?"

"No," Sarah replies, running a hand through her hair. "Can we take a break? It's so hot in here..."

She's right. The room heated up so badly with the windows closed for this whole time. I feel the sweat prickle my neck, the shirt sticking to my back. We head to the kitchen, where Sarah sits on the counter while I pour us some Diet Coke. I pass the glass to her, and she immediately sips it, "Thanks."

"What if it's not in the house?" I suddenly ask, biting my lip. "We spend the whole day searching for nothing, I just waste your time."

We need to find the key as soon as possible. Those two guys chasing the Pogues made it clear - people are ready to kill for the gold. I can only pray they haven't thought of the journals yet, and that we find them first. There's no time to lose. We can't let them get ahead-not while I can still do something about it.

"Nuh-uh, don't say that. None of the time I spend with you is wasted. And it's not even past noon anyway, we've got plenty of time." She looks at me, a glimpse of playful sparks in her eyes, "What a shame the Cove from three months ago didn't give up so fast when she made me climb the highest tree in her garden and then dared me to try and jump off to the pool."

The memory appears in my mind right away. I let out a chuckle, and she smiled as she saw my mood lighten up. "Girl, New York made you weak!"

Sarah stared at the counter, her nails tapping faster when an idea struck her, "Wait. What about the timeout places? Remember how Mason used to show them to us?"

I know what she means by that. My parents had this weird "toy timeout" thing - whenever Mason and I would fight over a toy, they'd just take it to the hidden spot. After some years, Mason finally showed Sarah and me three of them, and I'm not really sure if there are any more.

"Well, I remember the time you almost locked yourself in the kitchen cabinet because you thought you saw one of your dolls." I snort, and she grunts, pushing me away. "But... I guess it wouldn't hurt to check it out?"

She slides off the counter and claps her hands, "Alright, timeout spots it is. You should search the bathroom, I'll go to the garage. If we don't find it, we'll check the kitchen together."

I nod. Sarah's calm smile steadies me, like an anchor in the chaos. It was her thing - making me comfortable, and not letting my emotions too loose. We part ways, and I go upstairs.

The second I enter the bathroom, a relieving breeze hits me. The window's fully open, the wind softly waving our curtains. I head towards one of the higher cabinets. The white wood was smooth under my fingertips, with the metal handles cold.

I had to agree - it was a good spot for hiding things from little kids. But not from a sixteen-year-old. I stand on my tiptoes, trying to feel any shape resembling a key.

Nothing.

I let out a loud groan, getting back on my feet. I close the door with a bang that makes them spring back.

At the same moment, I hear Sarah closing the garage door. I sprint down to the kitchen, where she's waiting for me.

"No luck, huh?"

"Not yet," I reply, emphasizing the last word, "But I won't give up after all this shit."

"That's my girl!"

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The last timeout spot is my personal favorite. Or at least was, because I cannot for my dear life remember where exactly it was. The kitchen buzzes with anticipation, golden patches of sunlight covering the floor.

"Okay... so where was it?" I ask Sarah, and she hums.

"Maybe the cabinet by the fridge?" she suggests, and I nod.

I nod and go over to open it. My hands brush aside a few boxes of baking soda and flour, as well as old canned food, but it's empty.

"Not here," I mutter and close it, sending the powdered ingredients flying in the air.

"What about the one under the sink?" Sarah offers, already halfway there.

The doors creak under her touch when she pulls them open, uncovering the clean pipes and basic hydraulic tools. A smell of detergents wafts out. She pushes aside the sponges and bottles of dish soap, her face already twisting in disappointment. "Nope. It's super clean, though."

"Duh, I always clean the kitchen." I rub my nose bridge, leaning back on the counter, eyes scanning the whole room for a spot we might've missed. And then it hits me. "The bread drawer."

We exchange a look and dart toward it, almost crashing. Sarah tries to open it, but it's stuck. I grab it with her and pull. It makes a cracking sound and I'm sure it broke somewhere, but it opened.

There are many more things than I expected. Some old receipts, sticky notes with shopping lists.

"Wait, why is Giselle here?!" I shout, quickly pulling my old doll by her leg. Sarah snorts, but something small and metallic clatters to the floor as I pull the doll free. The sun catches it just right, making it gleam, and I hear my best friend squeak in excitement. "Oh. Oh my God-"

"We found it!" she yells as I pick it up from the floor. I rotate the key in between my fingers. It's simple, dark golden, and worn down on the edges. But undeniably what we were looking for.

Sarah squeals and throws her arms around me, and for a moment, I just let myself feel it-the triumph, the hope. A laugh escapes my lips. After all the frustration, the dust, the rats, and everything else, we actually did it.

I clutch it tightly as if I'm scared it'll disappear. The journals and the gold are within our reach. The thought of the possible danger passes through my mind for a second, but I decide that's a problem for future me.

"Okay," I mutter, "Tell John B. to let JJ know we're leaving at noon tomorrow. I'll pick him up from the Chateau and he'd better wear his best clothes. We don't have time to lose."

I'd be lying if I said that I was happy to spend three hours locked in my car with JJ. But the thought of getting the journals, of proving my grandpa wasn't crazy... this is keeping me going.

[solottrpgchronicles]

1d. First Day at the Lab - Outliers

Name: Ren

Day: 1

Funds: $ 100

Today is my first day working at Ar Leith Labs - I can't believe I finally landed a job!

To be honest, I didn't look too deeply into what they do at Ar Leith Labs - I basically sent my curriculum to every neuroscience research lab that was hiring. Now that I'm here, I can't even find a pamphlet explaining the research in detail.

Ok, I'll be professional and go introduce myself to my coworkers now; either them or the PI can tell me more about the job.

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There are only two other research assistants in my group: Leanne and Perry; neither of them seems to be the chatty type, at least not with me. I was looking forward to meeting my PI, but Leanne told me that she has never shown her face around here.

Right then we heard the PI speak; it felt as if she was standing right next to us. This lab must have a pretty technologically advanced speaker system!

The PI's voice welcomed me and introduced herself as C.N, just her initials; she invited me to get acquainted with the lab environment, and help my coworkers out with anything they might need.

I found it a little odd that she's not meeting us in person, but maybe there's an excellent reason for it. I don't want to pry, especially not on my first day.

Nobody was available to give me a tour - lots of work to do, which is fair - so I walked around the lab by myself, studying the equipment. I didn't recognize any of the machines, except for the obvious desktop computer in the corner. That one even looks a little old, in contrast with the rest of the devices.

Leanne noticed me looking at the computer and asked if I know how to code; heck yeah I do, I took a few classes and I'm pretty ok at it! So she asked me to write a bit of code to generate graph data for her latest research data. It's strange that they don't have software for that already, but I decided to avoid asking any questions.

I took this opportunity to look over the data, hoping it would clarify what kind of research we're supposed to do here, but I couldn't make heads or tails of it. Oh, well.

I couldn't recognize the OS the computer is running either, but it seemed loosely based on Unix. I was making good progress until I started testing my code; I got the error "Unable to find or open '/Brain/TemporalLobe/Hippocampus/MISTAKE.png'". I'm 100% sure I never referenced this file, and what a bizarre name!

I immediately thought this must be a prank - Leanne and Perry must have planned this as a funny welcome for me. I resolved to laugh and tell them it was a cool prank; that would show them I'm chill.

Unfortunately, they kept insisting they didn't know what I was talking about. They looked annoyed, so I assume they were being truthful. Alright, time to debug.

A quick search of the codebase and external libraries for the file path in the error message yielded no results. I tried looking just for "Mistake.png" and got nothing once again.

Interestingly enough, though, "Ren/Brain/" exists, except there's only a "temp" folder in there. Maybe I don't have the right access levels to see other folders? There doesn't seem to be a root user either.

I bothered Leanne and Perry to see whether they have access to the other folders - they don't, but they have their own users on this machine, with their own "/Brain/" folders. Also, my code wasn't available to them. They said the users were already set up for them when they joined, just like mine; IT support must be incredible around here.

In the end I decided to share the code with Leanne's user, in the off chance it would work for her. It did, just like I hoped, and Leanne got her graph.

I don't fully understand, but... great. Maybe I should talk to the IT support people, or take a few more coding classes.

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The rest of the day was spent on boring menial tasks.

I bet my coworkers think I'm more trouble than I'm helpful, but hey - they'll change their minds, soon enough. After all, I didn't graduate top of my class just to be ignored at my job.

Luckily, at least C.N. already sees potential in me: before I left for the day, she said tomorrow I'll be tabling at an event called "The Gathering"! My first table, and on day 2? I can't wait!

I forgot to ask for the address, but I bet I can find all the info I need online. I'm obviously being tested, and I will show initiative, dependability, and bring a ton of new participants for the study!

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This is a playthrough of a solo TTRPG called "Outliers", by Sam Leigh, @goblinmixtape.

You can check it out on itch.io: https://far-horizons-co-op.itch.io/outliers

[sipipu]

"Well, hello there" (Pt.3)

P.s: I created a separate hashtag for fanfiction to make it easier for you to find it on my blog.

Geno was not afraid of anything.

Perhaps he was one of the few who rarely feared anything. He is not afraid to make serious decisions that can affect his life, he was not afraid to bear the burden of responsibility for his actions or words spoken. In this regard, he was fearless, although he hid the fact that he was scared to hell of mice and rats.

I would say that he is used to living so confidently in himself and in his choices. He is not used to making mistakes and forgiving himself for them. Self-criticism is his best friend and companion, who has served him for many, many years.

In order to achieve something, he always prepared in advance. If it was necessary to make sure that he got the highest score in a subject that he did not know well, he would do everything for that. To negotiate with the teachers? Buy ready-made answers? Get a nerd to write a test for him? Easy. His tongue was boneless. Or maybe he needed to deal with someone? For example, to stand up for the brothers? He doesn't see any problems either.

He didn't see a problem at all to do something that was beneficial to him. But, you know? There are "buts" everywhere. And even Geno had them.

One of those "buts" is happening right now. He was looking at the screen of his push-button clamshell phone, rereading the text message he had written. There was nothing so serious or scary in this message, just the usual friendly greeting. "But" for some reason, Genno reread this message 100 times, checked for spelling errors, paraphrased this unfortunate SMS and still could not send it.

The song "Steine Sind Steine - And One" was playing softly in his room, and things were scattered here and there again. The window was wide open for ventilation, so Geno was wrapped in a warm blanket. Music in his native language made him relax and immerse himself in the memories of his childhood. But now it was so inappropriate!

Taking a deep breath, he erased the text message and put the phone away from harm, so as not to think about it anymore. He decided that he should take a walk through the streets, and go to the grocery store and buy a pack of cigarettes.

After changing into street clothes, he closed the window and left the room, locking it with a key out of habit. Geno lived alone in a two-story house. He once lived here with his brothers and their mother, but over the years the house slowly emptied. First, my mother left, moving to their native country and deciding to build a great career there. Don't think about it, their mom wasn't a bad woman, she was just very single-minded. She often came to them and sent them some gifts, as well as money. Guenon never condemned her choice, on the contrary, he supported her, although he understood the burden of responsibility that fell on him. After his mother, Error left the house. After graduating from high school, he got involved in a not very good group of guys. He hadn't heard much about them, to be honest, Error had never been verbose when it came to his personal life. When Error left home, he kept in touch with Geno for a while, but later disappeared completely. The last time they were written off was about two years ago, when Error told him that he had enrolled in college as a designer somewhere in another part of the country. Well, the youngest in their family, Fresh, was the last to leave the house. To be honest, Geno never worried about his future. Not to say that he didn't care about him, but he always knew that whatever path Fresh chose, it would always be good for him. They also wrote off and called each other very often. It made Geno exhale. No matter how confident he was in him, Fresh always had a windy head, and before he needed an eye and an eye. Now, as far as Geno understood, Fresh graduated from DJ courses, and now travels all over the country, gaining experience, communicating with a lot of people and, of course, arranging concerts and creating music.

They rarely saw each other together. Mom came only on calendar holidays, Fresh looked in on him if he was somewhere nearby, and Error never came after leaving at all.

Walking along the familiar streets, Geno remembered what to buy from the groceries and what to cook for dinner. He loved cooking, but it was a burden for him to buy food every time. Most of all, he liked to bake something sweet, especially in autumn, like now, or in winter.

Going into a familiar grocery store, he bought everything he needed, while knocking out a favorable discount for some products. Everything about money was treated with special attention. He didn't buy anything extra, he always took what was more profitable for the money. And for good change, he could buy sweets, cigarettes or a new CD with music.

Speaking of music, a new album by his favorite rock band was recently released, and, deciding that now was a good reason, he headed to a record store where CDs were sold. Of course, now that the Internet was taking advantage in many ways, he could just copy some music, but it was the discs that gave him special pleasure and aesthetics.

Entering the music store, he looked through the numerous shelves, looking for what he needed. Some pleasant instrumental was playing in the background. Most likely from some popular song that Geno didn't know. Geno looked into the pop music section for the sake of interest. Of course, most of them were filled with newfangled boy bands, or rappers. He was ready to twist his ears, or go deaf on purpose, so that he would never hear these two genres. Maybe this kind of music gave pleasure to someone, but definitely not to him.

- Wow, what kind of people are in Hollywood.

Geno started when someone suddenly spoke to him. He almost dropped the disc and, after making sure that everything was in order, he looked at the person who spoke to him. And what was his surprise when he saw a familiar face. It was a Rapper, his own fucking person. Only he didn't look quite familiar, he was wearing a white T-shirt with the store's logo, and under it a gray turtleneck. But otherwise, there were familiar outlines of his style: massive boots, not too wide jeans, chains, as well as gloves on his hands.

- Hey, - Geno replied, turning to him - Do you work here?

- No, I'm just stealing music, nothing unusual, - Reaper was holding a box with a bunch of CDs in his hands. He put it on the floor, starting to sort it on the shelf.

- It doesn't look like you stole it. Rather, you just return it, - Geno grinned as he watched him.

- Pop music is stolen only by posers.

- True.

They were in each other's silent company for a while longer. Sometimes Reaper asked Geno something, to which he received a dry and not very verbose answer.

- Are you saying you want to buy a CD?

- Aha.

- Give me a couple of minutes, go to the checkout and wait for me there.

Geno just nodded. He carefully walked around the Reaper and went to the cash register, holding a CD with some band. To be honest, when Geno saw him, he immediately forgot why he came here and what he wanted to buy. He couldn't even imagine that his new friend could work in such a place. He was more imagining some more thematic places where he could be a consultant. Or even work as an undertaker. After fantasizing a little more, Geno noticed that the Rapper had already approached the counter, including the cash register. Reaper reached out to take the disc, and Geno handed it to him. He glanced at the title, copying it, it seems, into the computer, and then he abruptly returned his gaze to the disk, shifting a mocking glance at Geno, returning the disk.

- "Sweet Boys"? - It was obvious from him that he was holding back his laughter.

Geno didn't understand what he meant at first, and look at the CD he was going to buy, he was horrified to see a photo of not very good quality with half-naked 20-year-old men and the name of the band. "Sweet Boys". Goddamn it.

Okay, okay. He'll just apologize, say that he chatted with him and quickly find what he needed.

- Yes, and what's the problem?

Why the hell would he say that?

Reaper looked at him strangely, looking for a catch in his words. But as luck would have it, Geno made the most serious expression on his face, looking confident at the same time. In his head, he asked himself why he was acting like this and literally shouted at him to make a joke of it and choose what he needed.

- You don't look like a fan of this band, - The rapper squinted and leaned against the counter, looking straight into Geno's eyes, forcing a sly smile.

- I just want to expand my musical taste, - Geno, deciding that he was deliberately provoking him into some kind of awkward situation, decided not to look away, stubbornly looking back and stood up a little more confidently - Have a problem with that? Do you judge people who listen to pop?

- No, I'm not, - Reaper grinned as he punched through the disc - That'll be $21.5, sir.

- tHaT'lL bE $21,5, SiRr, - Geno ridiculously repeated his phrase, paying off.

- Hey, I'm actually the best employee here. Be polite, sir.

- Really? As far as I know, employees at the music store do not discuss the musical preferences of customers....

- Of course, I'm deeply sorry, sir, but you wouldn't listen to such shit in your life, even for the sake of interest, - Reaper theatrically put his hand to his chest, sighing as if someone important had turned away from him.

- Hey, you don't know me, - Geno smiled, rolling his eyes and putting the disc in his backpack, where there were groceries for dinner and a pack of cigarettes.

- What if I want to get to know you better, sir?

Geno was visibly nervous. He looked at Reaper and met his attentive blue eyes. Geno felt that there was some strange implication in this phrase, and it confused him a little. He liked meeting new people, but something about Reaper didn't seem right to him.

- So what? - The rapper tilted his head slightly, continuing to look at Geno and looking very confident at the same time.

- Uh…. Ok? Good luck?

Before Reaper could say anything else or ask, Geno literally stormed out of the store. He felt embarrassed as he replayed the phrase in his head. He felt his heart beating an exciting tap dance, and he did not know whether it was from a quick step or from a strange excitement.

Stopping to catch his breath, Geno took out a new pack of cigarettes from his backpack, opening it and taking one, lighting it. He looked at his lighter and remembered that Reaper had lent it to him the last time they met. Exhaling tobacco smoke and twirling the lighter in his hand, examining it, he suddenly smiled, deciding that a new experience would not hurt him. Reaper, of course, is a little strange, but nothing, it was even good for him.

Opposites come closer, don't they?

[rmoonberry]

I would also like to know why girls? Not a complaint! It's just that I've mostly seen spirit weapons as boys, never girls and I'm curious.

The reason why Yin'er and Fu'er are girls is because they are a weapon made of Yin energy, however, they were previously a spiritual weapon cultivated with Yang energy by their previous owner until they became infected with resentment within the Xuanwu.

Even though it was a Yang energy weapon, I like to think that it would still have a delicate and feminine shape, or perhaps more androgynous, although instead of being two, it would only be one, just as they were one before Wei Wuxian divided the Yin Tiger Tally in two to contain its overflowing power.

As Yin energy is closely related to feminine and receptive energies, I liked the idea of their appearance and behavior being feminine, but I also personally like to think of Wangxian having daughters.

I always see weapon humanizations being masculine, so I wanted to vary it a bit. In fact Chengqin also has a female appearance and the only male would be Suibian in this au, because it is closely related to Wei Wuxian's soul and core and because it is a Yang energy weapon. I am using Yinyang principles in this Au, although all my information was taken from Wikipedia haha, so it can definitely have some errors.

Also, aren't they adorable? Of course they could be a boy and a girl, but it's my preference. Honestly it doesn't matter much since spiritual weapons only have female or male appearances, but they don't have gender, because they are weapons, but they see themselves as female entities.

Fu'er sometimes tries to imitate Lan Wangji's eye color, that's why they are like that here. It doesn't last long though. They also sometimes have difficulties staying small, at least at the beginning of this au, sometimes they are young or older, but it's because they still can't control their human forms.

They also sometimes have a hard time staying small, at least at the beginning of this au, sometimes they look smaller or bigger, but it's because they still can't control their human forms. They generally have the appearance of five-year-old children, and as A-Yuan grows older, they slightly change their appearance.

This has nothing to do with your question but I say it anyway lmao

Thanks for sending me a message, anon, I thought I was going to die ignored. Please wait a little, I can answer the other question you asked (Assuming it was you, because they were sent almost at the same time) since I tried a couple of times and every time the post disappeared without letting me save anything, so I decided to write it on a document and then pass it to here.

[northerndevil43]

Hacked

I would like first of all like to say that yesterday afternoon my tumblr account was hacked by an unknown party. i didn't realise at the time as i always have a tumblr tab open on my phone, it refreshed as normal through the day, was only in the late afternoon/early evening that i thought something was weird when any posts i liked was immediately unliked, i couldn't reblog any posts, or could i send asks, if would come up with a red error message, was only when i got home at night and checked my computer when i tried to log in was when i knew i had been hacked as my login details didn't work at all.

I went through the recovery guide and took the steps i needed to try and correct the situation. I messaged @pennedwithpassion on another social to let her know the situation as it had already been hours at this point so i just warned her what happened and to watch out for weird asks or dms or liking and unliking posts etc. Obviously Nico was the only one i could tell until i managed to get my account back. I have managed to dm a few people but most dont accept dm's so its easier just to do this post and hopefully people can read this and at least know.

I would like to send my apologies to any follower or even an account i don't follow that may have gotten any spam ask or weird interactions.

I have checked my dms and cant see anything different but maybe whoever hacked my account sent some dm's and deleted the conversation, that i dont know.

So if anyone did receive anything bad please let me know, please dm me if you like, but please know if you did i apologise as it was completely out of my control.

I have taken some further security steps to make sure this doesn't happen again but seems that 3rd party apps/software make it easy to do this.

i am very sorry to any party this has affected.