#its literally the same thing as back then

[elliezlils11utt]

my obsession with loser!ellie continues😪 loser!ellie who sneezes before she cums.

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your hips circle ellies. your puffy clit rubbing right up against hers. her leg is pulled over your shoulder, and you arms are wrapped around it.

“hey, pretty girl how u holding up down there?” you giggle & place a kiss on her forehead. she giggles back. “finish with me?” you ask. she nods with a soft smile. you grind onto her a tad faster, both of your breaths following the pace. ellie’s little huffs sound so sweet for you. as you turn your hips into circular motions, ellie’s face squeezes up and she sneezes. (you’ve figured out this is a tell tail sign shes about to finish) you hold back a another giggle as you ride her through y’all’s orgasm. ever came & laughed at the same time? well finishing with Ellie its literally every time. i mean who couldn’t at least chuckle when you’re silly girl SNEEZES before cumming? its so cute.

“stop laughing” shed huff after y’all came down from your high. you’re collapsed on top of her, sticky skin to sticky skin as you kiss the tip of her nose.

“silly girl,” you tease. placing her glasses back onto her hazed out eyes, she begins to yap about some new stupid hyperfixation. this girl cannot wait to get cleaned up to tell you about all of the lore of this new comic shes read. dork.

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a/n: do yall like this loser!ellie thing ive been doing? they do really well and are absolutely my favorite thing to write. oh my shayla😔💗

[lesbianherald]

Hi! Just curious. What exactly is that you didn't like about Viktor's arc? I've seen a few people saying the same thing and idk if I'm missing something or I'm just too over the moon about him that my brain has gone smooth haha.

oh no oh no i'm probably going to write like a whole dissertation about this I am so sorry I'm literally cracking my knuckles I have so many thoughts and not all of them I'll even get to articulate here.

Saying this upfront: you aren't smooth-brained for disagreeing with me or liking it. I want to say that outright as I'm a very opinionated person and I am going to state my very strong opinions very plainly.

That being said : I genuinely feel like season 2 needed like... character writing 101 for a lot of these characters, especially the two characters whose names start with a 'V'. I'm so serious if one of my students brought in a story like this, I would (gently) take it apart.

If you don't want to read the whole thing I'm about to unleash, the crux of it is this for me:

Throughout the course of the season, it's very hard to discern how many of Viktor's decisions are his own. He lacks the baseline autonomy that's necessary for satisfying development. The magic of the hexcore becomes a shiny distraction that makes meaningful development impossible. Additionally, season 2 forgets so many of the themes and threads they explored with Viktor in season one explicitly in terms of class and his position on war and weapons manufacturing.

And, like almost everything in season 2, these issues are compounded because his story is done at a pace that's completely lightning-fast and prioritizes the wrong things.

Here's my thesis:

How Does a Man Like Viktor Become the Machine Herald? Arcane's Answer: Magic orb or vague sadness or something idk.

Harry Lloyd said in a season 1 commentary somewhere that one of the main appeals for Viktor is knowing who he is in the game and wondering how you take a man like him, who is so kind and has people's best interests at heart, and see him slowly become the machine herald.

I agree 100% that this is part of the story's appeal for players. And it would be a delight and surprise for non-players.

We... get that very juicy premise ripped from us. We don't see him making decisions grounded in the character they set up in season 1 at all, really. And its very unsatisfying seeing him be rendered a mere victim of circumstance with vague attachments to his past self.

This is not necessarily a complaint about arcane herald vs machine herald (I did not play league and am not attached to the lore) but a complaint that a lot of what happens with Viktor in season 2 seems very unattached to his psychology.

Christian Linke himself said (and I forget where, so I am sorry if I'm paraphrasing terribly) that part of the question he wanted the audience to ask with Viktor is how much of this is really him? Bluntly. That is incredibly silly. It's such an important question that it makes all other interesting questions one might have about him really hard to parse.

That's not compelling. That's a mistake. That's not rooted in character anymore but a vague magical orb.

Here are some questions that would have been more interesting for us to ask, Christian.

How does his desire to tamper out human emotion prompt him to do the unspeakable? What leads him there?

How far is he willing to go to take away human pain and suffering?

Is his version of pacifism really, in actuality, a form of violence?

Will his connection with others be enough to bring him back to his humanity? (this is a question we were not prompted to ask, and if we were, it would have made the final scene (which I love regardless) a lot more satisfying.

What is the root of his hunger for power? How much of his quest is a hunger for power and control over others (rooted in a fractured and tragic sense of self)? and how much is it rooted in his desire to help? Where is that line?

Any of these questions or any other questions we could enjoy exploring with Viktor become tampered with and weakened by the fact that a vague magical entity is controlling him in a vague and unrelatable way.

In short, 'How much of Viktor is still Viktor?' is a far less interesting question than. 'how is Viktor going to act, change, and learn? ' We are forced to ask the first at the cost of the second. He clearly is not fully himself this season.

The Dropping of Themes and Traits

Season 1's exploration of Viktor was multi-layered and fascinating. I feel like we got to see the establishment of a kind-hearted, sometimes awkward yet quite funny, passionate scientist.

I don't feel we see much of any of this in season 2. The stupid fucking orb overrides a lot of the traits we've come to know and love. This would have been cool if done with an ounce of care, understanding, or autonomy.

In season 1, we see Viktor in a position of powerlessness over and over. We see Viktor ignored and looked down upon by those in power both for his disability and, crucially, for his status as a Zaunite.

We're introduced to him as someone who is desperate to prove himself and carve a place for himself. He knows he's brilliant. And he knows he can help people with that big brain of his. That's all he wants. And he wants to make his mark (something I theorize is rooted in his loneliness as well as his ambition)

(Side note: I find a lot of the debate on whether or not Viktor is insecure a little silly because you can be both confident and insecure. He's incredibly secure in his abilities as a scientist, but I fully do believe he places all his worth on his work because he's not as confident in other places - represented visually by him trying to point out his boat when Sky is looking at him in the flashback. A 'don't look at me look at what I've made' type thing.)

Anyways. Viktor is willing to risk his position as an assistant and, honestly, his position at the academy and in Piltover as a whole to help Jayce. This is not just because he's 'lol so chaotic' or whatever. This is actually quite calculated. He knows he will get nowhere in Piltovian society without bending rules, because Piltover was not built for people like him.

"Do you think it was my life's ambition to be an assistant?"

But even in taking that huge step for himself, his new role is complicated.

We see him sit through meetings where his people are talked about like burdens. We see his closest (and honestly only) ally and partner speak over him in meetings and overrule his desires and wants when it comes to the future of hextech in massive ways. We see Jayce call all Zaunites 'dangerous' (I love jayce... don't shoot me please. But we do often forget that this does canonically happen and what makes Jayce so incredible is that he grows from this point)

The moment on the bridge directly causes him not to tell Jayce about what he's doing to himself. Jayce apologizing right after doesn't matter so much as it reinforces one of Viktor's fears: he is alone.

We see his illness, !!!!caused by Piltover's oppression!!!!, take over. We see him and Jayce grow apart. We see the way his loneliness impacts his desperation and the way his desperation impacts his loneliness and we see the way he's so damn afraid and just wants to live. We see how much he wants to help people, and how even though he's tried so hard he never got to achieve that because the limits of this society just don't allow for it.

Season 1 Act one is Viktor taking action for himself. season 1 Acts 2 and 3 are a brutal reminder that no matter how hard he works. No matter how hard he claws. He will always be who he is. And that makes him Powerless in this society. I honestly find it a really compelling storyline in terms of the 'bootstrap theory' and debunking that - but a different topic for a different time!

At the end of the season, he's able to gain a huge amount of power - speaking at the council about freeing his city - through Jayce's platforming and allyship. But at the end of the day it doesn't matter, because what the council is doing is too little too late - people in Zaun are too tired and too hurt - and he gets caught in the crossfire.

Despite all this, Season 2 does not engage with Viktor's being a Zaunite outside of the fact that he returns to Zaun first. But the themes explored related to class and power are gone - as they are with everyone else really.

It makes sense to me that one of the first things Viktor would do when granted a new body and new power would be to go and try to help people in Zaun, but the ambiguous mechanisms of the magic inside him, the immediate divorce with Jayce, and the bizarre way he goes about it don't make this land.

And even the return is rendered sort of meaningless. Where is the personal connection to this place? Why are we given no details related to his past here? Why doesn't he return to somewhere more personal for him?

He speaks in this cold, unaffected monotone. This healing ability seems to be the 'recursive impulse' - so him finally getting to help people just like he wanted feels rooted so much in the arcane influence it becomes murky and strange.

This is more nitpicky, and I'd be okay with it being ignored in the right context - but another aspect of his character that gets dropped is his work as a scientist. His desire to help people not through magic, but through invention. This would have been fascinating. (They try to keep this alive through vague allusions to 'look at what I've created' blah blah but again, so much of it is all ORB)

What inventions would a fully autonomous Viktor who decided to leave Jayce and return to Zaun of his own fruition create? Would they toe the line between inventions of progress and inventions of destruction?

Guess we'll never know!

Speaking of weapons. Let's talk about weapons. Let's talk about Viktor's vehement opposition to weapons not being explored within the context of his relationship with Jayce or outside of the rule that there are none allowed in the commune - which becomes quite meaningless when he agrees to work with Ambessa. Yes - he saw those blueprints on the table. But that's all we get.

Also, the fact that Jayce just unquestionably builds hextech weapons in the finale, and they're used as a good thing and a way to fight off Noxus, makes me want to claw my own hair out. Like - my themes ! Not my precious themes !

Let's also talk about him working with Ambessa. There's no build-up to that decision, not near enough character work to make that believable and considering the way the plot is written elsewhere, I fully believe this is a huge part of the problem of the writer's room dropping the issue of class. The idea that Viktor, the character that they set up, would ever willingly work with Ambessa is laughable. There are so many other ways he could have gotten to the hexcore in his fully evolved form, easily bested Jayce, and evolved. And they did absolutely nothing in the writing of season 2 to make that an interesting or satisfying choice.

An arc is only an arc if there is substance between point a and b. There's no substance here. There's vague orb. There are little glimpses of the pain he's in because of his separation from Jayce. Teeny tiny allusions to him trying to shut down his emotions. That's simply not enough.

You cannot bring a character who values choice and autonomy, whose been made to feel so powerless and is empathetic, to "choice is meaningless" without a deep study of his psychology and pain. Viktor taking away the autonomy of others, inhabiting their bodies. Being super chill with it. Okay. Coo.

Where does his desire for evolution even come from? For real? Because they seem to mistake Viktor's ambition with his desire for perfection, which is something that was never really... brought up? It could be believable that he felt this way. But where were the signs of this? Not just in season 1 but in season 2. He always wanted to help, not make humanity perfect. Because this is grounded in so little emotional logic I assume we're supposed to be satisfied with the idea that magic orb + machine herald form = ??? this ??? like ??? why???

If he wants to create a world where nobody can feel pain or complex emotions of any sort anymore, which is not psychologically where he was at the end of season 1 at all despite all he went through, you have to give us an event (ideally multiple) in season 2 that could break his mind this badly. Jayce killing him could have been this, but it happened so fast and was executed so impersonally that it doesn't work. He doesn't really acknowledge it happened the next time they see each other. Which... would probably be important to do... again emotional logic where?

His entire speech about humanity at the end of episode 6 feels like it's trying to be a catalyst. But it also feels... incredibly generic and impersonal. It felt written to play over a flashy montage of all the other characters fighting. Not for Viktor. If this was Viktor's moment where he finally snaps, we should probably focus on Viktor. And, of course, it doesn't help that he has this odd monotone this whole time, as if he's not fully in control of himself (this is not a rip on Harry Lloyd at all. He did what he was told and did it very, very well.)

Because remember. They wanted us to ask this. They wanted us to ask how much of this was orb. I think because they knew on some level they could not create a compelling enough story to get viktor where they wanted him to be for some reason without orb. That none of this would make sense without the vague spice of the arcane. And guess what it still doesn't.

Becuase people will not relate to a vague arcane influence. Connect to it. We would want to see what actually in his life made him become this. What in his psychology outside of magic orb made him do this? They provide vague tastes of this in the same way La Croix flavors its drinks.

Brought Back Wrong Can Work: Here's Why This One Didn't

I also really hate the trope of killing off characters only to bring them back. And back again. And... again. Because guess what. It takes one of the core elements of the human experience - death- and cheapens it. This for sure happens with Viktor the second time he dies.

But what i do like about bringing someone back from the dead is when you consider how doing so can bring someone back wrong. Or changed.

But because the orb is so impersonal. So bland. Such a vague sinister force that has very little to do with character, it doesn't... work. It doesn't hit. Viktor doesn't really grapple with being brought back from the dead against his will in a meaningful way.

Timing

You can see concepts of a plan, if you will, within this story. I can see how Viktor would naturally go to the undercity after waking up changed with new healing powers. But it happens way to fast. So bizarrely. I can see how he would build a society like this (of course, the power of that is dulled because orb and by the fact that we don't see it happen). I can see how the pain of being rejected and left behind by the only person who made him feel like he wasn't alone (Jayce) could have lead to a category 5 'make me evil' sort of meltdown.

Becoming the Herald, asking Singed to begin the transformation, is the only true time in this show in act 2 (before his final moments) where it feels like he's making a choice for himself. But again, we get so little time with him. To see his emotions. To elegantly point from that moment with Jayce to Viktor's need to transform and in doing so rid himself of emotion (something that they did not expand on enough ) Like oh my god, how much more satisfying would it have been to see Viktor torn apart by his own emotions - in his own viktor way - and to have singed offer him a way out of his pain - and then have viktor take it. There are certain things that should be obvious.

But It's both the timing of and the structure of the story - how quickly we cut between plotlines - that makes this really hard to follow. That makes moments that could be something feel rushed and sloppy.

Let's Talk about Sky

Viktor's guilt over sky was absolutely reasonable to explore, but it was not.... all that haunted him. To make Sky the sole guide/companion to him in the astral/arcane headspace I found to be a bizarre and honestly kind of offensive choice.

Amanda overton said she was used as a "Jayce substitute" essentially. And... why? Literally why. Why would you write a character whose sole deal is having an unrequited crush on a man only to bring her back to be 'the embodiment of his guilt and loneliness' as well as a 'substitute' - it feels... icky to me? Just in a writing women and especially women of color point of view? And it didn't feel true to Viktor's character either.

I think if we actually got to know sky better in season 1, this would have worked because it would have been obvious how different she was, how she was a product of his mind or the hexcore or whatever (the lore being vague here doesn't help...)

Plot Twist because I keep hating on Orb: They Could Have Made The Orb Really Cool

Here's the thing. Magic influence on its own can be used to write extremely compelling plots. Walk with me.

Imagine Viktor wakes up. Immediately knows something's wrong with him. That something inside him is toying with him. Making him see things (visions of not only sky, but maybe his parents, Jayce, Heimer). He wakes up earlier in act 1. Despite his anger, he stays with jayce in order to better understand himself and his powers. All the while, he is haunted by whispers and visions of the hexcore. What if it whispers to him of his own insecurities and failures?

What if Things with Jayce are tense. Jayce has to admit to making weapons again, in an argument leading to more haunting visions from the hexcore offering him an out: emotional numbness. You would never have to feel again Viktor. If you let me in fully, you would never have to be alone again. You'd be more powerful, Viktor.

Imagine Viktor is there during that attack ambessa orchestrated. That he has the horror of witnessing Jayce wield his hammer in a genuine attempt to defend himself and the people he loves. He sees first hand how hextech is being used for destruction in a way that horrifies him.

Imagine him being accused of being a part of it because he's a Zaunite - humiliated in some way. Publicly. Imagine the emotional trauma of this resulting in a falling out so devastating he embraces his visions of the hexcore - gives into the numbness. And only then leaves. With the hexcore... he feels better than he has in years. He hopes he can give the gift of this to others. Now he is under orb influence, but now the way he's gotten there is more satisfying to me at least.

Now imagine him fighting the orb influence in key moments. Imagine the color in his eyes coming back. Imagine Viktor's relationship with the arcane being more of a dance than a vague entanglement. Imagine its influence haunting him in the same way Jinx's visions haunt her. Imagine it being personal rooted in his character.

Old Man Viktor

Listen. I am the old man Viktor connoisseur. I love him. I love the idea of him. I wrote a whole fic about him, during which I had to spend a lot of time with the story. It's sort of... very much impossible to make much sense of?

I'm not mad at the fact that it's an obvious retcon. Honestly, because I think from a storytelling perspective, it worked a lot better than most of the decisions they made this season.

But I'm not a fan of (shocking) how little time we spend with him. How little chance we get to understand his motivatons. And also. What the fuck he said to Jayce to make Jayce's first line of action killing him? In my fic, I made it that Jayce needed to shoot Viktor to get the hexcore out, so he could communicate to viktor without influence. But that felt like heavy lifting I shouldn't necessarily have to do for something so important. It also doesn't feel like a compelling or satisfying question to make your audience have to wrestle with.

The Final Scene

Want to say upfront I am not one of the people who did not like Jayce's speech.

I was quite moved by it. And aside from the perhaps out of place mention of the illness brought on by Piltover which I can understand the criticism for, I felt it was beautiful. (I am disabled btw)

That being said. I think i'd be a sobbing mess on the floor if the themes Jayce is presenting in his speech were more present throughout season 2. Because we really don't see this enough - the desire for perfection.

I'm also not one of those people who thinks Viktor's insecurities weren't present in season 1. To me, they were and were obvious, but not enough in his motivations and actions in season 2 to make Jayce's speech land like it could.

I really loved Jayce's arc in season 2. Him immediately embracing Viktor after he woke from the goo was surprising but felt right. But I wish they had more genuine conflict rooted in their conflict in season 1 that would allow their final moment to land even harder.

I really liked the final scene, and it made me an emotional mess. But weirdly, I'd almost like it as a short film removed from the context of the season two, which says just how little Viktor's arc this season contributed to the moment.

Final Thoughts

I'm so sorry I went so in-depth. I just love him as a character and feel he was very much not done justice.

We can attribute some of this to the lack of time. But when you know you have a lack of time, you need to write with that in mind instead of trying to do it all. And ultimately, I found a lot of scenes this season a waste of precious time. They had so many characters alone contemplating something intangible or alone and trapped for episodes. They didn't plan this with the care and precision needed to pull it off.

I also want to note that I know I say here a lot that there's a lot they needed to make "more obvious". This is not because I'm stupid. But when you're a writer, you need to know what to highlight and what you can leave vague so you leave your audience exploring the right nuances and asking the satisfying questions.

Anyways umm. The end. Holy shit, I'm so sorry I wrote so much.

[shalomniscient]

convenience, part 1 || tsukishiro yanagi x reader [NSFT][MDNI]

Your heat, rather inconveniently, comes a whole two days early in the middle of your shift at your job. Your boss drops you off at a heat clinic, and you manage to get paired with who you think might just be the most perfect alpha in all of New Eridu.

cw. omegaverse, alpha yanagi, omega reader, all the usual omv stuff like knotting & breeding

notes. wrote this in a haze of horny delirium for tsukishiro yanagi. yes there will be a part 2 at some point because i will most certainly slip and slide back into horny delirium for tsukishiro yanagi one of these days

Heat clinic.

Such a nice, polite word for what’s essentially a fuck-centre.

Yes, you know in reality it’s just another facet of reproductive healthcare services, and there’s nothing really intimate about it—if the dozens of screenings, tests, and legal documents were anything to go by—but the concept itself is still a little funny. The idea that something so inherently primal could just be dressed up in some clinical wording and a facade with the aesthetic of a dentist’s office and suddenly be completely socially acceptable.

A foggy part of your brain is trying to do the same right now and draft up some polite excuse as to why you had to leave work early today, but with the way Yanagi’s cock is literally rearranging your insides, it’s an effort in futility.

You almost melt against the sheets with another low, drawn out moan feeling her all the way in your damn stomach. You barely even remember how you got here; your heat, the damn unpredictable thing it is, had hit early while you were still on your shift. Staying in the store would’ve been a terrible idea, what with it almost being rush hour, and so your poor boss—a beta man, thankfully—had sped you on over to the nearest heat clinic in Lumina Square. And you had writhed and squirmed on the bed that had too many too sterile pillows for God knows how long until they finally managed to send an alpha in to help you. She’d smelled of fresh laundry and warm bread and by that point there really wasn’t much else you wanted to think about besides getting her scent all over you immediately.

“Yanagi,” you whine, wiggling your hips petulantly at her slow, controlled pace. It’s strange, how well her name fits on her tongue despite you only learning it a few—minutes? hours? you don’t even know, honestly—ago. The alpha behind you croons low in her throat, leaning down to brush the bare, sweat-damp skin of your shoulder with her nose. But instead of that skin-to-skin you expect, you get smooth leather instead, and you remember that this is a damn heat clinic, and all heat clinic alphas have to wear a Mask.

It’s a safety precaution, and a sensible one at that; having an omega be accidentally marked during what should just be a transactional encounter would be horrifying for both the alpha and omega, and a world of legal pain for the clinic. Hence the invention of the Mask—a generally non-invasive little leather contraption that covers the alpha’s mouth completely, with well placed openings to still allow for easy breathing and speech. You’re normally more grateful for its existence in keeping omegas such as yourself safe, but right now it may as well have been invented by the devil.

“Breathe,” Yanagi reminds you, her voice ever so soft in a way you’ve never heard an alpha be before. Your previous heat partners, while still somewhat gentle—you’d specified as such in your documentation—still tended to have that typical alpha-ness to them. Demanding and commanding, eager to take and wring as many orgasms from you as they can manage. Which is, of course, exactly what you need, deep in the throes of heat as you are, but it leaves you with a rather heavy mental weight after that takes a while to lift. But Yanagi is calm, measured, and careful, even as she sinks balls deep into you, knot bumping the stubborn ring of your entrance. It makes your basest omega instinct preen with satisfaction at being so tenderly cared for, that you find yourself thinking, quite stupidly, that you could get used to this—to Yanagi.

She coaxes you out of that little reverie with the brush of her thumb against your clit. You jolt, startled but pleased, rocking forward slightly onto the sheets ruined with your slick. Yanagi follows with a roll of her hips, bumping the head of her wonderful cock against that spongy collection of nerves and drawing another warbling cry of her name from your lips. She moves with such patient elegance and finesse that you’d think she wasn’t in rut and had to find refuge in the nearest heat clinic like you. Or, rut clinic, in her case. This particular branch in Lumina Square did both, and what a blessing that turned out to be.

“Yanagi, faster,” you urge, whiny and out of your mind with lust, looking over your shoulder at her. Soft pink eyes meet your own, and her pupils blow just a little wider. You hear her breathe in deep through her mouth, the sound amplified by the Mask, and a primal giddiness runs down your spine. You know what she’s doing; inhaling your scent and letting it coat the inside of her mouth, her throat, and letting it fan the flames of her own lust. She relents with the quietest growl you’ve heard from an alpha, drawing her hands back to rest them on your hips, palms flat against your skin.

And then she’s snapping her hips forward, fucking you, and you’re completely and utterly gone. Your head drops, cheek against the mattress as your arms give out under you, and you melt against the sheets into a delicate arch that has Yanagi twitching inside you. Your brain drips out of your pussy around her cock, not a damn thought in your mind beyond the steady, rhythmic drives of her railing you senseless. You can feel her knot swelling, bumping against the lips of your cunt and it only makes you squeeze tighter around her.

Yanagi pants behind you, nails digging more into the meat of your hips. The scent of her floods your senses, and she almost smells like home were it not for the underlying, extremely faint but still somewhat noticeable scent of ozone and iron. She’s testing the waters with her knot, seeing how much you’re ready to give by pushing it forward ever so slightly then drawing back. It makes your fingers curl in the sheets, more needy whines falling from your lips as you beg her to stuff you full. Yanagi shudders at that, leaning down to—or attempting to—nose the dip of your spine between your shoulder blades.

“I’m going to knot you,” she promises gently, and you mewl in anticipation. “Be sweet for me, okay? Breathe, and relax. You’re doing so well, good girl.”

Holy fuck.

“Likes to be praised” was not an option even given to you on the forms, but somehow, either by luck or intuition, Yanagi had struck absolute gold. You nearly cum then and there at the praise, moaning unashamedly as your cunt clenches like a vise around her cock. Yanagi makes a small, choked noise in the back of her throat, clawing at your hips to steady herself again. It takes her a moment and several calming breaths before she can resume her slow press into you and you bite the sheets to make up for the fact you can’t sink your teeth into her shoulder instead.

Yanagi is already big, deliciously so, but her knot is certainly something else. You’re suddenly grateful for the generous amount of lube that was provided in the room and that Yanagi had the sense to use before she stuffed you full of her cock. It makes the stretch of her controlled slide into you far more bearable—not that you would’ve given up even if it wasn’t. Heat crazed as you are, you’re sure you’d find a way. Thankfully, Yanagi’s foresight made such extremes unnecessary, and she nuzzles soothingly at your neck, by your scent gland as she inches deeper and deeper, stretching you more and more until her knot slips fully inside you with a wet pop.

Your eyes roll back into your head and you cum with a loud cry, inner walls spasming and fluttering around her thick length. You almost feel like you might pass out, utterly light headed, cumming not in spite of the stretch but because of it. Fuck, Yanagi might just have ruined you for any other alpha. You feel your slick spray out and coat your thighs despite the knot buried inside you, and you make a noise between a moan and a sob as your orgasm rips through you viciously. Yanagi rocks and grunts behind you, riding that knife’s edge of stimulation until she’s tipping off of it herself, releasing your hips in favor of bracing herself over you, palms bracketing your head as she spills into you with a stifled, drawn out groan. You feel her throb inside you, pulsing with each jet of cum she deposits into your eager cunt. You can’t help but preen at the sensation of being filled so thoroughly, which Yanagi returns with a low, soothing croon.

She makes sure to lie on her side to recover, deceptively strong yet slim arms holding you close. It’s a welcome reprieve from the many alphas who would simply flop on top of you and crush you into the mattress, and you make a pleased noise, your brain buzzing with happy, satiated chemicals. Her cosy scent just makes you relax further, sweet honey on fresh toast, like home, and you find your eyelids drooping. Yanagi notices, and a lilting, melodic laugh resonates through the Mask.

“Rest,” she says gently, a hand caressing your side, “you did well.”

You have some time to kill anyway, knotted together as you both are. So you take her suggestion, and drift off into a satisfied slumber. What happens next is for your heat-free brain to deal with, but you’re certain of at least one thing: you’re not spending your next heat with anyone other than her.

When you wake, you wake woefully bereft.

Your thighs are parted, and you hiss when something wet and cold touches your skin. You blink open your eyes blearily, and find Yanagi looking down at you from where she kneels by your side, running a washcloth along your inner thigh. Her Mask is off, set on the bedside table now that both of you are somewhat stable enough to head back home and weather the rest of your respective heat and ruts privately. Her lips are curved into a small, glossy smile, and a pair of red-rimmed glasses rest delicately on the bridge of her nose.

“Did you rest well?” she asks, smoothing the washcloth down your other thigh. “I hope you don’t mind that I took some initiative. I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or sticky when waking up.”

It takes you a while to find your voice, but when you do find it, it’s utterly wrecked. Yanagi flushes slightly at the sound when you speak, looking ridiculously cute for someone who just gave you the most intense orgasm of your life.

“Yes to the first, no to the second,” you answer, pushing yourself up onto your elbows. “I appreciate it. Thank you.”

Yanagi’s smile broadens, and she shakes her head lightly. “I should be thanking you—my rut hit early out of nowhere, and if you weren’t willing…”

“I could say the same for you,” you rasp wryly, watching as she diligently cleans you. She takes care not to give too much stimulation to your sensitive sex, but makes sure to clean up the remaining drops of her cum that still leak from you. “I guess we both got lucky.”

“Quite,” Yanagi agrees, and you see her throat bob as she tries not to focus on the way her seed drips out of your cunt. “In any case, you were… very helpful. Thank you.”

You manage a dry chuckle at that. What a polite alpha. “You weren’t too bad yourself.”

The flush on her cheeks deepens ever so slightly, and she ducks her gaze away from yours, almost bashful. She sets the cloth down on a disposal bin on the bedside table, then turns to grab something further down the bed. A surprised noise leaves your lips when you see what it is: your clothing, all neatly folded. And if your nose is telling you the truth��

“I… took the liberty to scent your shirt,” she admits, still not meeting your eyes. “Just to tide you over until you make it home. It should deter any other alphas from trying anything.”

You swallow, throat suddenly dry. You wonder if you’re dreaming—do alphas this nice really exist? You’ve met your fair share of decent alphas, but they all have that typical alpha arrogance about them. If she hadn’t just knotted you, you might have thought she was an omega with how tender she’s being, and you find yourself thinking for the second time today how you could get so used to this.

“Thank you,” you say eventually. Yanagi nods, relieved, then rises from the bed. She’s already clothed; although, she didn’t take much of her clothes off while fucking you in the first place, just popping a few buttons of her shirt and hiking her skirt up enough to get it out of the way after ditching her corset. She fixes the tassels of her tie, ready to head out the door, and the words blurt out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“Do you want to do this again?”

Your jaw clicks shut as soon as Yanagi stills, turning to face you with a puzzled look on her face. She blinks, brows furrowing as she considers your words. “This… again?”

“There’s an option for, uh— scheduled sessions between an alpha and an omega, if they choose,” you explain, trying not to sound as nervous as you feel. “It saves on hoping for another presentation to be available when your heat or rut rolls around.”

“I’ve heard of that,” Yanagi hums, eyes drifting to the side as she takes a moment to consider.

“It’d be convenient,” you continue, unable to help yourself from pressing a little more. If you sound desperate, you can’t be bothered to be ashamed. You’d rather lose your dignity than this damn perfect alpha before you. “And you’re someone who likes convenience and routine, right?”

Yanagi raises a brow. “How did you figure that?”

“Well,” you shrug, attempting nonchalance, “I suppose it was a lucky guess. How did you know I liked being praised?”

Yanagi turns beet red at that, a palm shooting up to cover half her face. Even her ears are a delicate blush colour. “It just… felt right,” she mumbles, her home-like scent thick with embarrassment. You chuckle softly at that.

“See? I think this could be mutually beneficial, Yanagi. What do you say?”

The time it takes her to think feels like it stretches on forever. You can almost see the gears on her head turning, analysing, as if weighing the costs and benefits over every last detail of your proposal. Those pink eyes gleam with an intensity you can’t help but feel drawn to in a way you’ve never felt before with any alpha. Eventually, she turns back to you with a small, polite smile.

“We could give it a shot.”

You grin, feeling relief flood your system so strongly you nearly fall back onto the bed. “Sounds great. I’ll see you next month, then?”

“Next month,” Yanagi returns, and then she slips out the door with the click of heels on cold tile. You flop back onto the pillows when the door closes, unable to stifle a giddy, girlish laugh from spilling from your lips.

God, for once in your life, you can’t wait for your next heat.

[supacutiepie]

For the exact same reason, you're credit cannot be counted against in regards to medical bills being sent to collections. It's a direct violation of privacy to medical rights and HIPPA - if you're bill is sent to collections, you can call them up and directly state "you've forfeited any claim to my payment due to violating my right to medical privacy" and that's it. that is literally it. its in the contracts, and you can 100% use that to get out of the bill being collected. This applies to many things. without blatant evidence of the 'crime', you cannot be punished. you can claim someone set you up and that without proper evidence on the part of the legal whosit demanding your money and time - then it simply does not exist and you're being extorted. the thing about this guy is that he does in fact have the lawyers to back him up, bluffing abt lawyers is not advisable otherwise. do not pay out of pocket on the grounds of 'he said she said', demand the itemized bill and the photographic proof!

stop what you’re doing and watch this

[bottlemandx]

award for most neurotic 13 year old goes to...!!!!

(LOW-EFFORT FUNNIES UNDER CUT)

[apoloadonisandnarcissus]

One user asked me if the reason for the “push back” against Robert Eggers intention in his 2024 “Nosferatu” adaptation (especially Ellen Hutter relationship with Count Orlok) is because 1922 Ellen Hutter is meant to be a pure-hearted and virtuous woman, like her book counterpart Mina Harker from “Dracula” (a model of purity and modesty of the Victorian woman), and I decided to write a post about this.

I think many are missing Eggers intention with this film for several reasons:

1) Going Mainstream

First, this film is being a success at the box office, and while that’s amazing because I want more films like this getting made, this also means many who aren’t the “target audience” are seeing it, and completely missing the mark because they aren’t familiar with the Gothic Horror or Gothic Romance genre. Nor with Robert Eggers work.

Not liking this film is completely valid, not every piece of media and art is meant for us. Great, move on.

And there’s nothing wrong with folks not being familiar with the Gothic genre if they are interested in learning and understanding it. The problem is when people are hellbent in misunderstanding it and stuck on their own narrow views to the point they sound brainwashed, without an ounce of critical thinking and behave like a hivemind: “if many are saying this is probably true” type of thinking. And we are in the “social media era” where everyone thinks their own opinions are valid, so there’s that too.

Also I would add many are probably used to the “Marvel formula” of “over exposition”: having the entire story spelled out on screen instead of classic storytelling with an actual build-up and narrative devices (foreshadowing, red herrings, Chekhov's Gun, etc.). This causes misunderstanding, as well, because folks used to this type of storytelling won’t understand what they are seeing because they are used to be fed everything (“exposition”) and taking everything literally. This is also a film that requires analysis; this is clearly for the “film buffs” because Eggers wants to become a “cult director” too.

Eggers probably knew this was going to happen and he probably doesn’t care either. As Von Franz so interestingly says in the film: “Neque mittatis margaritas vestra ante porcos!” And ancient Latin saying which means “Nor cast your pearls before swine!”

Directors with strict artistic views (like Eggers) rarely care if the audience understands it or not. “The VVitch” was a feminist success when it was released in 2015, apparently now some are saying it’s problematic, because “oh my God, the Devil is a deceiver! Who knew???”. “The VVitch” and this version of “Nosferatu” are also pretty much the same story with a different framing.

2) Lack of Knowledge concerning the story and the time period

Many don’t seem to know that “Nosferatu” and “Dracula” are the same thing. Count Orlok is Count Dracula.

This story takes places in the Victorian era, and Eggers transports his audience to the time period his films are set in. Which means, we can’t look at this story through contemporary lenses, nor with our current sensibilities because that’s missing the point of Eggers work.

This movie deals with female sexuality, especially its repression and containment, which was the case in the Victorian era. Women weren’t supposed to be sexual, at all. If women displayed sexuality they were considered “hysterics” and could be institutionalized by their fathers and husbands (which is what happened to 2024 Ellen, as she tells Von Franz). Really, women could be institutionalized just by talking back to her husbands in this time period. And even within marriage, female sexuality should be modest and restrained, women weren’t suppose to know sexual pleasure, and it’s the husband who took the lead, always.

Men could sleep with whoever they wanted and even go to brothels every night, but this wasn’t the case for “decent Christian women”, at all. Sex for women in the Victorian era was supposed to be a painful task they had to go through to have children. There was even the famous saying “think of England” when wives were having sex with their husbands (“think of England” as in “think of something nice” other than what’s happening).

Ellen having astral sex with Orlok and getting pleasure from it was highly scandalous for this time period. Of course this a freaking horror movie and he’s a demon, but if they were actual people, doing this, unmarried, in the Victorian era, this would be a scandal and she would be ruined socially. Which is kind of what happens, and why the whole thing causes her great shame and guilt. It has nothing to do with “abuse” or “grooming” or whatever.

And, I don’t know why many are saying this happened during Ellen’s childhood? Because what she had since childhood are her supernatural abilities, as she tells Von Franz: she knew what her Christmas presents were before opening them and had a premonition of her mother’s death. She wasn’t talking about getting that demonic D, that was during her teenage years as a metaphor for her sexual awakening/puberty. Obviously.

3) Confirmation Bias

While seeing this movie without any previous knowledge (like “Nosferatu” = “Dracula”; or the historical context where this story takes place) the opposite is also true.

I think this is more true for fans of the previous adaptations of “Nosferatu”. They are misunderstanding the story Eggers is telling in his own adaptation because their perception is shaped by the 1922 film (mostly) and the 1979. And so, they will interpret what they are seeing as a “rehash” of the previous story (which isn’t the case here, this is an entirely different story).

And so, they see 2024 Ellen as the pure-hearted and virginal 1922 Ellen who selflessly sacrifices herself to save everyone, even though that’s not the story Eggers is telling and the script contradicts this. Eggers added plots that aren’t a a part of previous adaptations (Orlok and Ellen psychosexual connection; their covenant; occult meaning) and Ellen character being completely different from the 1922 and 1979 films (she’s a antithesis to them).

And how on earth someone sees these three adaptations (1922, 1979 and 2024) and thinks they are equal and this “sacrifice” has the same meaning is beyond me, honestly.

4) The “Sexy Vampire” Trope

Last but not least, we have to talk about the “Twilight”, “Vampire Diaries”, “True Blood”, etc. generation. Some probably heard “vampire” and “Bill Skarsgård” alongside with “obsession” and a female character involved, and were probably expecting something like this:

(That’s 2024 Count Orlok beneath the prosthetics, when he played another vampire)

Eggers truly catfished his audience into watching this film by not revealing how is his Orlok truly looked like. They did warn us Bill was covered in prosthetics and completely unrecognizable, but that flew over some people’s heads?

Personally, I loved the historical and folklore accurate Orlok Eggers created, but, indeed, many didn’t felt the same. I’m still hearing folks complaining about the freaking mustache when Gary Oldman as Dracula, in “Bram Stoker’s Dracula” (1992) also had one, but yeah, he was hot when he was with Mina (not his usual monstrous self, we also see in that movie) so the problem isn’t the mustache is it?

Of course not, it’s because he’s a freaking rotten corpse and he won’t make the list of the “sexiest vampires ever” in cinematic history. Because that’s not what Eggers was going for. We are suppose to see Orlok was handsome in life, but he’s still a walking corpse, because, shocker, that’s what vampires are.

And Eggers is forcing the audience to confront their own bias with all the necrophilia going on in this film: “you like vampire love stories? This is what you actually like.” Many didn’t like to be confronted with that. Which probably has Eggers laughing diabolically because that was his intention, which is why he brings “Twilight” in his interviews.

And then we have the magnificent love triangle “Twilight” style, too; Ellen is Bella, Thomas is Jacob and Orlok is freaking Edward Cullen. Someone said Eggers has balls of steel, and he truly does. And it’s actually amazing he didn’t cast Robert Pattinson in Count Orlok role (they already worked together in “The Lighthouse“, 2019). But Bill Skarsgård’s imposing height and previous cinematic experience (Pennywise in “It”) was probably more in line with what he wanted, and he absolutely nailed this role.

Although we could still see Bill’s face as Pennywise in “It” (beneath all that make-up), which isn’t the case as his Count Orlok, as he’s in full prosthetics.

This also means many will latch on to the “hot guy” in this demonic love triangle: Thomas, played masterfully by Nicholas Hoult.

Many didn’t see any love story between Ellen and Orlok because they were also expecting a Disney fairytale in a freaking horror film about demons and walking corpses, but I would argue that’s not Eggers fault nor an execution flaw. Ellen and Orlok are a demonic love story, they aren’t suppose to be rainbows and unicorns. Duh? Although, yeah, if the audience could actually see Bill Skarsgård, I have no doubt more would recognize this wicked/evil love story going between these two characters.

[miwiheroes]

Dropping Byler Evidence Every Day Until Season 5

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Day 9: The Van Drawing . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

This is yet another piece of evidence that can probably be argued against with the phrase: 'Not everything is intention!!!' UHHHH maybe not everything but this definitely fucking is. Positioning shots in film is literally a language, it's there to tell viewers things that can't be said with words like books can. If byler is not endgame I will personally write to the directors like WHAT IS THIS???

As you can see here, this is an obvious attempt at showcasing what the characters are thinking without them being able to say it. It's right in front of our eyes and is very literal.

El is placed in front of the girl drawing, and Mike and Will are placed exactly where the thought bubble is. So she's thinking about them. DUH. ITS SO THERE ITS RIGHTTHEREGUYS....

They extend this even further, emphasising that it's El who is in the place of the girl, by having this shot with the thought bubble literally coming out of her head:

A face-on shot like this isn't very common, especially when a character is talking to another person. Also, the thought bubble looks like the one that Millie drew herself while the one with the very long extended shot (the first pic) looks different. They cut back to this shot three more times (a total of FOUR):

So when El originally draws on the van, she's doing it describe Max (who is represented by the girl in the middle) and the fact she will go inside her mind as well as Vecna (both represented by similar looking stick figures on the right). When she draws on it first, it looks like this:

The camera here is zooming in. If the camera kept zooming in, the thought bubble of the two men would not be right of Mike and Will so they literally had to redraw it so that it would be, clearly meaning that it's very intentional.

Already, this shot had indicated that byler would be together, but paired with the fact that they put this much effort into emphasising it to the audience. They just wanted this little hint that badly.

What does this drawing suggest? It could suggest that El knows something about them, maybe, she might have noticed them changing after her time in the lab, who knows. All I know is that there is no reason to place them in this shot in this way without it hinting at the outcome of the show.

Now it really makes sense why she didn't talk to Mike after the love monologue. Either because she knows he's lying (she's slammed the same door after being lied to before) or because she's realised she never needed him to say I love you.

[blushsturns]

perv!matt x innocent!reader ♡

pt.5 ❤︎ sex shop

warnings: sex, sex shops, mutual masturbation, matt being shy!

w/c: 3058

❤︎ the masterlist of all the works for this AU is right here ❤︎

its been an entire week since matt first had a taste of you and it was all you could think about. every single time you tried to focus on something else, your mind went straight back to you and matt in the kitchen where he gave you the most mind blowing orgasm of your life. all of this built up sexual tension was making your brain foggy and usually you’d complain about not being able to focus correctly, but you weren’t complaining about it at all. if anything, it just confused you and made you wonder your true feelings for him.

matt was your absolute best friend. you always felt incredibly safe, comfortable, and protected when you were around him. the bond you and the triplets have was something sacred and you never wanted to lose that. you always viewed matt as one of your absolute best friends, but there was always some kind of tension between the two of you. the vibe you had with matt was different from the vibe you had with nick and chris.

you haven’t had the opportunity to even talk to matt about what went down between the two of you. work has been kicking your ass lately, but luckily it was friday night and that meant you and the triplets were going to be hanging out tonight and this weekend. when the week gets busy, you all try to spend time together during the weekend when things are less stressful and chaotic.

nick, matt, and chris all sat in their living room with you while chatting about the plan for the night. you and matt kept exchanging glances, but he’s hardly said a word. the dynamic seemed different and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. you flashed him small smiles every once in awhile and he’d return the same smile, his cheeks reddening each and every time. you felt his eyes on you more than usual. maybe he was thinking about what went down between the two of you like you have been.

“why don’t we go to the sex shop that’s like, literally down the street.” chris suggested before taking another swig of his pepsi.

everyone stared at him with confusion all over their face, including you. chris always said the most out of pocket things and literally didn’t give two fucks. he was up for trying anything just once, even if he didn’t care for it. nick was somewhat the same way, always wanting to be able to laugh at any situation he gets himself into. matt on the other hand was completely different. he would choose to stay inside rather than go out and try new things. he got flustered way too easily.

matt’s cheeks immediately turned bright red at chris’ suggestion, where nick threw his head back in a roar of laughter. “chris, are you serious? why?”

you sat there, not sure what to say, and how to react. you tucked your legs underneath yourself, scooting closer to nick on the couch. nick was someone you felt easily comfortable with. he didn’t bring up the party where he matched you and matt for the seven minutes of heaven game. you could sense that he knew something was up with the two of you, though.

chris shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “i don’t know, why the fuck not? it would be fun. you guys in?”

matt sat there, completely red face in the face, already flustered just thinking about going into a sex shop. he’s never been to one before, and neither have you. it could be fun considering you’ve never done anything like it before. plus, after what’s been going on between you and matt, it might be an excuse to talk to him and explore.

“sure, why not.” nick said calmly, shrugging his shoulders as if he really didn’t care. “might be fun.”

nick and chris turned to look at you and matt and now you were the one who was completely red in the face. you locked eyes with matt, flashing him a small smile for reassurance and shrugging your shoulders before turning your attention back to nick and chris. “sure why not. might be fun, right?”

matt seemed surprised at your reply, his eyebrow raised up in a confused motion as he glanced over at you. you looked back at him for a brief moment, flashing him a bigger grin. nick and chris clapped their hands, roaring in excitement. “hell yes!” chris yelled out excitedly. “let’s go now and fuck around a bit.”

nick and chris went upstairs to change and that left you and matt alone in the living room. matt was the first one to speak. “you sure you’re okay with going? i know it’s not..an ideal way to spend your friday night.”

you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, looking over at him with a small smile on your face. you could sense the sexual tension between the two of you ever since what happened in the kitchen and you wondered if he felt it too and have been thinking about it as much as you have. you couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling of his tongue against your center, tasting you like he was completely starved and needed nutrients. you wouldn’t mind doing that again, but matt was so shy and you still were questioning how you truly felt about him.

he was your best friend, but could he possibly be something more than that? ever since you found out he’s been stealing your panties, you’ve been feeling this sexual tension and you weren’t sure what to do about it.

“i’m okay with it. it’s always good to try something out at least once right? i’m a little nervous, but i feel better knowing you’ll be there. you are going, right?”

you bit on your bottom lip as you stare at him. sometimes he was so flustered and quiet that you weren’t sure what he was thinking or feeling. you hadn’t seen the spontaneous side of him prior to what happened in the kitchen. you don’t think you’ll ever be able to get over it.

“i’ll go. i feel better knowing you’ll be there too.” matt said shyly, his cheeks slightly flushed as he stared at you. you caught his eyes glancing down at your bare legs in your mini skirt. you had put on your lace nylon knee highs and pumps to go with your cute crop top to match. you knew he had been staring at you since the moment you walked into the house. it made you feel fuzzy inside.

his words made your cheeks feel warm, flashing him a wide smile. “then let’s get the hell out of here before we both change our mind.”

chris decided to drive, since this whole thing was his idea. nick called shotgun, which, to your luck, landed you in the backseat with matt. nick had flashed you a wink when he hopped in the front seat. he knew something was going on between the two of you after seven minutes in heaven, but you haven’t actually talked to him about any of it.

matt looked nervous and you had to admit, you were too, but you were also excited. you’ve never been to a sex shop before, but now that chris brought up the idea, you were intrigued.

chris and nick were in the middle of some kind of ridiculous argument and you and matt completely tuned out. you kept catching matt steal glances at you, his eyes averting down to your thighs and the lace trim of your knee highs. you looked over at him, a small smile onto your lips as you felt your cheeks heat up just by his gaze. you’ve never been this flustered before, but you weren’t complaining.

“you okay?” you mouthed over to him, your hand moving to place onto his thigh which caused his body to immediately jolt in surprise. he looked down at your hand on his thigh as you gave it a gentle squeeze before looking back up at you.

he nodded his head before moving his hand up to run through his tousled hair. “i’m okay.” he mouthed back to you, his cheeks flushed once again.

you continued to grip his thigh a little tighter just to mess with him since you could always tell how much the most simplest touch can affect him so easily. you could feel his eyes on your thighs again, your mini skirt was rising up from sitting down. thankfully the boys in the front seat weren’t paying anything attention. this was a dangerous game, but you were loving every second of it.

his eyes scanned your legs, his breath getting caught in his throat. he always got so damn flustered whenever he was around you, but especially being this close to you. so close he could touch you wherever his heart desires.

you look over at him with a shy smile on your face, your fingers messing with the hem of your lacy knee high tights. you knew he loved looking at your legs and you liked to tease him any possible chance you could get.

he looked back at you and he was biting on his bottom lip, his cheeks bright red and flustered.

suddenly, the car comes to a stop and you look up and realize your surroundings. you all finally made it to the sex shop. you don’t know why, but you were incredibly nervous. you could sense matt was too. you looked over at him and gave him a reassuring smile, moving your hand over to his forearm and gave a gentle squeeze. “come on, it’ll be fun.” you whispered to him before flashing him another smile and making your way out of the car.

you knew when you got out of the car, matt got the best view of your ass cheeks in the pretty lace underneath your mini skirt by the look on matt’s face. he looked absolutely flustered and his cheeks were bright red. he cleared his throat and placed his hands in his pockets, walking behind you as you followed chris and nick into the sex shop. he couldn’t keep his eyes off your pretty little ass.

the second you walked in, nick and chris immediately walked over to a different section of the shop, obviously excited to be where they are given they have never been to one before either. that leaves you alone with matt. you look over at him, his hands still in his pockets. he looked out of his element, but also intrigued with the idea of being here and what he possibly could find.

the employee walked up to both of you, a friendly smile on her face. “hi! what are you lovebirds shopping for today?”

your cheeks immediately heat up, your eyes widening in surprise at the fact that she thinks you and matt are actually a couple. your eyes avert over to matt who looked just as flustered as you did. “oh-um. no, i-.” you stammered on your words, a nervous chuckle leaving your lips. “we’re okay. thank you!”

the woman nodded, a smile still plastered on her face. “okay well if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask!” thankfully after that, the employee walked off and left you and matt alone once again.

you took in a deep breath, shaking your head in disbelief, an actual laugh leaving your lips as you turn your body to look at matt. you flashed him a grin and that made him smile too. “we must look like sex shop virgins.” you giggled, placing a strand of your hair over your ear.

his cheeks were bright red and crept up against his ears, a laugh leaving his lips as well. “we make a hot couple, don’t we?” his lips curved up into a slight smirk. he seemed to be settling into some comfortability now, which was nice. matt was always on edge and nervous, so it was always good to see him finally ease up and relax fully.

his comment made your cheeks flush a little more, not knowing how to reply back to that. you knew he was obviously joking. you grabbed his forearm again and pulled him over to the opposite side of the store where the sex toys were. “come on, let’s shop.”

this sex shop had everything: sex toys, sex accessories, party supplies, lingerie, all of it. matt stood next to you, your shoulders brushing together as your eyes scanned the wall of sex toys. “have it, have this, have that.” you pointed to some of the sex toys you already own. you had a couple different sized dildos and vibrators.

“you- you have these?” matt asked nervously as he scanned over the dildos in front of him. his cheeks seemed to heat up once again as he bit onto his bottom lip. he would never tell you, but now his mind was clouded with visions of you fucking yourself on them and making yourself cum while you moan and throw your head back in pure ecstasy. he had to control his thoughts before he wouldn’t be able to control the already hardening bulge in his pants.

he seemed to be in a daze after this and you couldn’t help but stare down at the evident hardened bulge growing in his jeans. if he was trying to be discreet about this, it wasn’t working.

a soft giggle emits from your lips. “um-i. yeah. i have a couple of them.” you never admitted out loud that you had any sex toys. you weren’t ashamed of it. it was perfectly natural to have sex toys and explore your own body to know what you like. matt must’ve not known this about you and when he’d snoop in your room, the drawer of your pantoes must’ve been the furthest he’s gone. he’s never looked in your tote bin in your closet that had all of your toys stored underneath other tote bins for only your eyes to see.

“wow.” he breathed out. “that’s..hot.” he stammered on his words as he let out a huge breath that exhaled from his chest and out his lungs. “i was thinking of getting you one, but i didn’t-“

you cut him off by placing your hand on his forearm once again, giving it a gentle squeeze. “i have an idea.” you quickly say, leading him over further to where you were standing.

he seemed surprised by your sudden movements, but allowed you to lead him over to where you wanted to go. right before the both of you were sex toys, but for couples. his eyes widened as he scanned over the options before looking over at you. you grabbed the box and angled it over to him so he could see it too. it was a we-vibe small vibrator that is controlled by a remote. a remote that he would be controlling. he opened up his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. his cheeks were bright red again and crept onto his ears. “what is-“

“so what if we were in control of each other’s toy? you get this for me, and i’ll get one for you?” your cheeks flushed as well as you spoke out your idea. before he began to speak, you lifted up your finger, using your other hand to give him the box that was in your hand.

you quickly ran over to the men’s section to find the same thing, but for him that you could get him. nick and chris were in the party supplies, messing around with dick shaped hats. you rolled your eyes at them before grabbing the box quickly and speed walking back over to matt. he stood there with the box in his hand, looking even more flustered than before.

you lifted the box and showed it to him with an evident smirk on your lips. it was a vibrating and rechargable enhancer. it was a very confident and bold suggestion that you’re putting on the table, but the thought of both of you controlling each other’s intensity levels and controlling how and when you cum intrigued you. you could feel your own core beginning to throb as you imagine the possibilities.

he looked incredibly flustered, but you had piqued his interest and he seemed intrigued as well. his eyes scanned over the box that was in his hand, the toy that would be for you, looked over at the toy in your hand before back up into your eyes. he bit onto his bottom lip, his free hand moving up to run throughout his tousled locks. “can we try them..tonight?”

you flashed him a widening smirk, nodding your head as you lean a little closer to him so that your lips were pressed up against his ear, your breath hot and heavy against it. “as soon as we get back, of course.” your tone was teasing, seductive, and eager and your words and hot breath against his ear made his body jolt forward. you could tell he was holding himself back. you’ve seen him lose control before. it was slowly becoming your favorite thing to witness.

“okay, deal.” matt spoke a little more confidently now. your heart was beating rapidly in your chest from the anticipation and sexual tension that radiated between the two of you. he slowly moved his free hand over to your waist and down to your ass, his hand covering your ass cheek against the fabric of your pleated mini skirt which caused a soft gasp to emit from your lips. your bodies were merely touching now as he leaned down to speak in your ear. “tonight. you and me, playing together. it’s a date.”

his words and the feeling of his breath against your ear sent shivers down your spine, your eyes fluttered closed for a moment as you take in the thoughts that have now clouded your brain. you could feel yourself growing hot in your center. your pussy was slowly beginning to get wet with your own arousal. a soft whimper leaves your lips, your eyes staying closed.

you and matt: playing together. this was going to be fucking sensational.

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a/n:

thank you to @sturniololuv08 for this amazing idea and to @sturnshood for helping me think of how to put it altogether and for making the header. i appreciate all the help so much! ♡

and thank you to everyone who has been loving this au and saying nice things. it inspires me to keep going. you guys are amazing! if you have any ideas/wanna talk about our favorite flustered duo, send me a message or hit up my inbox!

perv!matt’s sex toy is here and innocent!reader’s is here in case you were curious as to what they were/looked like. thank you meggie for helping me research them.

sooo.. for the next part. how do we feel about them playing together? 👀

love you guys!

-nessa ღ

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feels like mine pt3

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Summary: With your head still reeling from your supposedly vivid dream, your husband offers a tempting distraction

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning/s: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, do not try me I am not the one); oral (f receiving); talks of death [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: a plot twist at the end; special guest star Loki's back

Dick-tionary (aka smut guide): smut starts at "Let me help you take your mind off it" and ends at "All better, sweetheart?"

That must be one hell of a dream if you still can't remember literally anything about this life, you thought to yourself, having one hell of a migraine from trying to reacclimatize to your life after last night's dream. It was strange; you'd had particularly jarring dreams before, of course. But they'd always come in fragments, no matter how vivid and real your experiences felt.

And you always prided yourself that you could recognize that you were in a dream, sometimes even wake yourself up if the scene was getting particularly stressful or terrifying.

But your dreams never came with years worth of lived experience. And they didn't stick with you as vividly and as detailed as this did. Where fragments could be connected together so perfectly you could have sworn they were memories.

The hot water of the shower brought you to another unsettling thought. Even if your mind was still adjusting back to your reality, you would think that your body wouldn't have an issue. That muscle memory would kick in and know how to handle something as simple as operating your home's luxurious shower system.

Had something happened to you? Did you lose your memories and your mind put in place that elaborate dream where you and your husband didn't even move in the same social circles, let alone cross paths long enough to have met and fallen in love and built this life together?

The sound of the shower door opening pulled you out of your thoughts entirely, your pulse quickening when Tom placed his hands on your hips, pressing his naked body to yours. He wrapped his arms around you, hands now splayed over your stomach and your upper thigh as he kissed a trail from behind your ear down your neck.

"You're so tense, my darling," he murmured against your skin. "Is your dream still haunting you?"

"I'm having a hard time shaking it off," you confessed, tilting your head to the side and allowing him more access to your neck. When he kissed that especially sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder, letting out a soft groan against your skin, you bit your lip to stifle your reaction. A whiny little whimper still slipped out, causing him to press against you even harder.

"Let me help you take your mind off it, my love," he offered, kissing along your jaw and turning your head so he could capture your lips in a heated kiss.

He wrapped his arm around you, holding you securely against him before your knees weakened from him licking past your lips, groaning into your mouth when his tongue met yours. You held on to him just as tight, your hands making contact with slick, toned skin as your husband's hands roamed your body. One hand making its way to cup your breast, capturing your nipple between his fingers, and the other hand traveling lower, teasingly running his fingers up and down your slit.

Well if he wants to help me forget, who am I to say no? Suddenly all your doubts took the furthest possible backseat in your mind and you lost yourself in the moment. In your husband and the increasingly frantic way he moved with you.

You whimpered against his lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when his fingers met your clit, tracing tight circles above the bundle of nerves and causing you to grow even wetter between your legs.

He broke the kiss, letting out a shuddering exhale of your name as he moved to press you against the marble wall. "I've missed you so much." His words were rushed, like he couldn't say them fast enough while he feverishly kissed his way down your neck and starting a descent that had you delirious, your mind flooding with memories of salacious trysts in the shower just like this.

As if your limbs had a mind of their own, your hands moved upwards, your fingers closing around the handlebar that was placed too high for anything other than precisely this purpose. Once Tom had sunk to his knees, you raised your leg to place your thigh on his shoulder. It was a well-choreographed dance you knew the steps to far too well.

Steps you'd done a hundred times over. Steps that you knew in your very soul. Even if that elaborate dream still lingered just behind the forefront of your mind, this you knew.

Didn't you?

Your husband gave you no time to mull over the thought any further, your sharp moan of his name piercing through the white noise of the shower once his lips closed around your clit. You gripped at the handlebar tighter, doing your damnedest to keep yourself upright while he alternated between desperate, feverish open-mouthed kisses and slow, savoring licks.

It didn't take long before he brought you to orgasm, your hips jerking against his mouth as he all too gladly lapped up every wave of your release. Your arms struggled to hold on, and he felt it in the subtle shuddering of your body that he was quick to right himself back up on his feet, placing his hands on your hips to hold you up right as you let go.

"All better, sweetheart?" he asked with a teasing smirk, resting his forehead on yours, his thumbs stroking along your skin as you tried to even out your heavy breathing.

You could only manage to nod, your face breaking out in a stupidly blissful grin as you reached over to turn the shower off. "Much better," you said with a contented sigh. "Though I wouldn't be opposed to a little more…distraction later."

He broke out into a hoarse laugh, the sound almost foreign as it came out strained. As if his throat was too hoarse to do it naturally. As if he'd forgotten how to do it, even. "Insatiable as ever," he rasped, capturing your lips in a languorous kiss that had you both groaning into each others mouths when your tongues met, and you could taste yourself on him. "Unfortunately I do have a few calls I must attend to. As do you."

There wasn't really much room for you to protest, the logical and much less horny side of your brain seeing his reasoning all too quickly. Annoyingly too quickly, even.

And the rest of you was far too distracted, your heart melting and your stomach breaking out into butterflies at the tender way he led you out of the shower, wrapping a freshly warmed towel around you before grabbing one for himself. You couldn't help but stop and enjoy the view, watching him go through the dresser with his muscles flexing and relaxing at every minute movement.

You nearly broke into a pout when he eventually slipped a shirt over his head, had it not been for more memories flooding into your mind, this time reminding you which drawers were yours. Just as you were doing up the buttons of the dress you'd chosen, Tom walked over to you, moving your hands away with a soft smile on his face as he fastened the buttons himself.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss over your heart before he did the last button up, then kissed your lips. "I'll see you downstairs, darling. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Just before he walked out the door, he turned to you one last time. "Oh, and before I forget, I found your phone completely drained last night. I have it charging in our study."

The last thing Tom thought he would see when he entered the study was Loki, standing by his desk with an annoyingly knowing smirk on his face. "This is where I leave you, Thomas. You should never have to hear from me again after today."

He walked over to the god, his hand outstretched. "Thank you. For giving me a second life with her. I know it's bizarre and I know that she's not the same Y/N, but for a moment up there, I could have sworn that--" The words nearly felt sacrilegious to say out loud. "I could have sworn that she was…becoming her?"

"Ah, yes…" That wasn't the reaction he expected from the god. Then again, nothing that had happened the last few days was something he expected. Starting with the actual existence of said god in the first place. "Consider it my parting gift."

"What do you mean?"

"I placed a final enchantment on her, to help her acclimate to your universe. Her body will start to remember how to navigate your world, your home. Her mind will know enough for her to return to her work with only a slight learning curve to stand in her way. I realized rather quickly that it would not be fair for me to simply leave her here and expect her to adjust fully into this new life she's now expected to live, and you can only help her so much before her ever inquisitive mind begins to question if her previous life was more than just a vivid dream. The least I could do for her was to figuratively hold her hand through the first steps."

Loki's revelation gave Tom a twisted sense of relief. And hope. That this enchantment would help him to avoid the questions that would inevitably fill him with the guilt of how much he was hiding from you. And perhaps your former life in that other universe would simply remain the remnants of an excruciatingly detailed dream.

He knew he would certainly move the heavens and the earth again just to ensure that your life here, with him, was leagues better than the one you'd left behind. The one you were taken from.

"The final part about this enchantment…I think you'll rather enjoy this," the god said, once again that knowing smirk returning to his face. "These moments of remembrance for her…are unlocked by pleasure. Glean from that what you will. And take care of her."

With that, the god disappeared in a flash of green, as quickly as he'd arrived. Not even a trace of him to be left behind.

It wasn't long before his mind wandered to your time together in the shower, a smile of his own now stretching across his face as he mulled over the details of the enchantment. "By pleasure," he murmured.

He was just about to go back upstairs, deciding that any calls that he had pending for today could very well wait, when the door opened and you peeked your head inside. Once your gaze met his, your eyes glazed over in an instant, the corners of your mouth tugging into a smile, undoubtedly also remembering what had just transpired between you two upstairs.

"You uhh…mentioned my phone was in here," you said, starting to make your way to the other side of your shared study, to your desk. He stepped in front of you, your smile growing wider when he circled his arms around your waist, pulling you towards him instead. "Thought you said we have calls to attend to today," you teased, letting out a giggle just before he pressed his lips to yours.

Tom's only response was to once again have you pressed to the wall, fingers deftly undoing the buttons on the bottom half of your dress before lifting you up and wrapping your legs around him. "All that can wait," he mumbled, lips latching on to your neck and relishing in how you whimpered from his attentions and squirmed in his hold as he started to shuffle his pants down his legs.

There was barely any light illuminating Loki's workroom when he returned to Asgard, the urn containing your late variant's ashes cradled in his arms. Ultimately, he knew that he'd done the right thing in pulling you out of your life of relative obscurity, where it simply was not written in fate's design for you to ever have crossed paths with his variant, let alone have the remotest chance of getting to live out the romance that your souls were quite literally designed for.

And as for Tom, the god knew hauntingly well what happens to iterations of him that would have you taken from them far sooner than either of you ever deserved. He knew how devastating it would be for the mortal man to have to throw out the plans of what life he planned to share with you.

He knew. Because he was living in that miserable reality. "I would rip this multiverse apart to have you with me again," he said in the dark silence, walking over to a display with seven bases, four of which were empty.

The remaining three displayed urns, approximately the same size as the one he held in his arms. He placed the urn of your recently deceased variant on the very center base, pressing his lips to the cold marble.

"Soon, my love, we will be together again."

A/N: Not me lowkey yelling at myself like "Goddammit Ally this entire story was just supposed to be a silly lil thing about the Centrum ad, why'd you let it get like this?" 🤪

Also I'm not sure when I'll get around to building off of the story that I 100% teased at the end there, since right now it's barely even in the concept phase, but there's an idea there…somewhere. 🫢

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[buildacatboy]

Bro. Alright, revisioning, I did get the degenerate bit wrong. I was thinking of these guys. I wrote that post late at night, so I didn't really source it. But the rest of this is. Everything else you said is wrong and dumb. No self respecting Jew would recognize Israel, and most Rabbi who follow the Torah to the letter completely agree.

https://judaism.stackexchange.com/questions/26329/is-it-forbidden-for-the-jews-to-establish-a-nation-of-israel

https://www.islam21c.com/politics/judaism-rejects-the-state-of-israel/

Also, blow me. The israelis invading Palestinian land are just as diabolically evil as the Americans who killed the natives here. Colonization is wrong, especially when using Religious Beliefs as an excuse to purge an entire group of people. Being Jewish doesn't necessarily make you white, but being a colonizer brings the spirit. And, of course, the countless white men flying in from other countries just to help slay the Palestinians en-masse. But please, tell me how evil I am for thinking that genocide is wrong. The israelis are human, just like me, and I can say with certainty that so too were the americans that inspired the nazis, the US internment camps, so on and so forth. (And before you get yourself in a twist, the comparison to Nazis doesn't come from the relation of the Israelis claiming to be Jewish, it comes from the fact that the Israelis are doing the same thing the Nazis and the Americans did. Genocide is inexcusable, no matter which side it's from.)

Being Jewish doesn't absolve you of committing countless was crimes, and it's not antisemetic to call them out. Antisemitism would be comparing them to rats, saying that most Jews must be bad because of Israel, calling for extermination, or jumping every time you see the Star of David. Or complaining every time a Jewish person posts online with "FREE PALESTINE" like somehow they represent an entire country, and like that has anything to do with the post. Etc. People should be allowed to be Jewish online without having FREE PALESTINE shoved in their face relentlessly, which is what the post above was ACTUALLY about. That's also antisemitism.

I feel strongly that the Israelis don't deserve to be called Jews because the Torah literally guides against it. And I think anyone in the IDF deserves to die, because I despise all forms of military, especially ones that use chemical weapons on civilians. I think most people in the US military should die too. My family has suffered endlessly from the military industrial complex, I know it personally.

Being Israeli is not at all the same as being Jewish, as much as the GOVERNMENT, a separate entity from ITS PEOPLE as MOST GOVERNMENTS ARE, would like to claim. And if you think that's true, then I think you're the antisemitic one, because most Jews don't really like genocide, pal. Actually, and I shouldn't have to state this, you don't even have to be Jewish to fucking hate genocide. But the videos coming from Israeli citizens and soldiers alike have been horrifying, and statistics about Israeli Citizens' opinion of arabs suggest most of them agree with what's happening right now. Don't bad faith me.

https://www.pewresearch.org/global/2024/05/30/israeli-views-of-the-israel-hamas-war/

https://www.timesofisrael.com/poll-shows-large-swaths-of-israeli-youth-hate-arabs-back-revoking-citizenship/

Reminder: Antisemitism is wrong and shouldn't be participated even if you deem someone a "bad jew" Antisemitism is always wrong. This is not a flexible line. There will never be an acceptable form of it.

[polkasharks]

ITS FINALLY FINISHED GODDDDDD !!!!!!!FINALLY TOOK THE TIME TO DRAW OUT MY BLUE TEAM FACECANONS ALL AT ONCE….. all in one sitting !! ^_^ 7 hours of work help me help me. Red team (including Doc ofc) + Carolina will come at some point…. I’ll prob make another separate sheet for the freelancers and another for the Chorus cast !! ANYWAY See below for some notes/explanations and shtuff :3

Alpha and Epsilon— No huge differences, I gave Epsilon curlier hair and facial hair closer to the Director’s because Alpha’s body is intended to be Private Jimmy which I have a whole different ramble prepared for that but I will spare everyone. Just wanted to set them apart in hair texture mostly ! Also Alpha looks significantly more repressed to me and that’s deliberate. Virgin Alpha vs Chad Epsilon. Anyways moving on

Tucker— OKAYYY OKAY my work for him here is my favorite :3 I’m biased incredibly but. Cough. Anyways. I like glasses Tucker I’m shameless about it. Honestly my three designs for him are all just amalgamations of my favorite things I see in fanon… also I did NOT forget to add his lenses in his second design that was deliberate because I think it’d be cool if all the alien biz fixed his eyes and he just popped the lenses out because he wasn’t ready to let go of them yet. 110% not projecting trust (lie) Also for the Chorus trilogy I did wanna make a point of him looking a lot more tired and fed up with shit becsuse!!! Damn !!! He is !!!! But yeah everythingb else is pretty standard in fanon … metrosexual good looks 😝!!!!

Caboose— Weirdly enough I had the most trouble w/ Caboose ? I wanted him to initially (as in during bgc) look pretty simple and standard and over time kinda grow into himself more I suppose …. I have yet to fully work on my red team hcs but its funny because my Donut and my Caboose share that in common big time. Chorus trilogy mini ponytail was a necessity I forever fuck with mullet Caboose honestly I just didn’t feel like expressing thag properly.

Washington— Wash … my everything….. wow…. He is not a white guy to me shrugs. During PFL I imagine he was never caught lacking roots wise His shit was prob so fucking fried 😭😭PUT THE BLEACH DOWN!!!!!!! Recovery One and allllll the Meta bullshite and stuffs obviously he stops giving a fuck about his appearance in general and keeps up just enough with cutting his hair for it to be convenient. Redemption Wash is pretty self explanatory he’s graying he’s tired he’s the happiest and the most miserable he’s ever been all at the same time he’s trying his best and its ok Also his scar is fading it’s not as noticeable as I wanted it to be but I didn’t feel like adjusting.

Kai— I literally just had fun with her😭😭 I was so close to abandoning this by the time I started working on her I just needed to have fun. I think she’d appreciate that sentiment . Decided to go with long hair AND short hair bc I love Kai both ways and didn’t wanna just pick one also I just think it’s silly that instead of growing it Out from a regulation cut she chops it all off lol.

Tex— gggguhhh Texas save meeee Texassss….. wanted her to look like Allison of course just sharper and rougher around the edges. I didn’t feel like including a second vers at this point when I could just share my vision here but I like the thought of her second incarnation coming back with black hair instead

Side note because my style doesn’t rlly allow for it LOL.. I could’ve made it work just didn’t feel like it— I imagine Alpha is also set aside from Epsilon in that his eyes are brown; not the Director’s green. Tex as well lacks Allison’s blue eyes and instead has completely black !

Also you may notice some overlap in coloring ignore thaaaatttt thanks 😇💜

[eclipseberrycake]

Poly! MoonBerryCake x Reader Pt. 4

I went on Pinterest. Got inspired. I should be paying attention to class. Which I am. Kinda.

-> Part one

-> Part Two

-> Part Three

Sharing a bed with three other people isn't as romantic as you think. >:)

☁ Omg I'm writing headcanons that are actually headcanons and not practically a story i broke up because I hate connecting sentences and paragraphs?

☁ I'm shocked too.

☁ Omg I never even INTRODUCED MYSELF. Y'all can call me Milk <3 or Roo. Neither are my real name but I go by those names on Dandy's world <3 So if you've played with an Astro named Roo :).

☁Anyway.

☁ Sharing a bed with someone? Is nice, don't get me wrong. But it has it's downsides. Let alone sleeping with THREE people? Crazy stuff.

☁ For the first little while, you probably don't sleep in the same bed because...there's four of you. There's no bed big enough for you all to cuddle. When nights get really hard, sometimes one of you will crawl into whoever's closest room and that's how the night will go. Or if there's a rather hard run, one of you will put in the work and gather all the mattress, pillows, blankets and cushions you can get away with to build what is basically a large nest to keep the others nearby.

☁ By the fifth time that happens, Sprout is whining abo☁ut the work put into it and immediately is looking for a solution.

☁ Out of all of them, Sprout is the pickiest sleeper in my opinion. Astro can fall asleep literally anywhere. Literally anywhere. There have been times where panic hits and you come back waiting for the elevator to close only to realize he's not there with 12 seconds left to retrieve him.

☁ He's always very apologetic, don't get him wrong, but it's unfortunately just how the celestial works I'm afraid.

☁ Cosmo is kind of in between the two. He won't fall asleep mid-run, but he does have some things he absolutely needs or he won't fall asleep. Like, for instance, he needs blankets. At least three. No matter how hot it is, get him a fan then. That number lowers when he's sleeping with one of you to a whopping one blanket, but he needs something covering him.

☁ Sprout needs like the highest quality pillows, and blankets, and white noise, and a water cup in arms reach and and and-

☁ So Sprout is in charge of picking out a bed. However, this comes the question of who's room it will go in. Astro and Sprout have the bigger rooms, but both rooms have a...theme. And no offense to either, but You and Cosmo readily agree the fight to see which theme wins is not worth it.

☁ So, you and Cosmo take it upon yourselves to scour the blueprints of the building and talk with Brightney who has the records of the building practically memorized. She's able to direct you to the abandoned Handlers rooms. They're larger than the toon rooms and none of them have been claimed thus far.

☁ So you and Cosmo take the time, clean one out- The only one that didn't have a placard- and present it to the other two with bright grins and starry eyes.

☁ It's taken well with a flurry of kisses bestowed upon you both.

☁ So, Sprout orders the bed though the magical power of don'tlooktoohardintothelogic and the room is yours to claim.

☁ The room is evidently decorated with a mix of all four of you whether it be the addition of fairy lights along the walls from Astro, or the rugs with pies on them from Sprout, or the bedspread from Cosmo. Each of you is seen in every corner of the room and it's both brilliant and kind of frightening.

☁ Even if you all still have your original rooms, this is a much bigger step. You all wanted to see each other as much as possible previously, but now you're sleeping in the same room, waking up together, getting ready for your days together?

☁ That's all to say, sleeping together in one bed does not have its pros! There's always someone there for when a bad dream slips through the cracks, and most times at least one person is awoken by the sudden jolts and its already hushing you with a soothing presence and whispered reassurances.

☁ It gets hot and sweaty at times because of the body heat but after the introduction of a fan and opening the window, it becomes much better.

☁ Also the clothes? Stealing clothes is just normal for you all. At this point, any new article of clothing bought is just communal. You've lost count of how many times you're reading or playing games in the general area when Astro walks in, wearing your shirt and just collapses onto you for a nap, or Cosmo's in the kitchen with Sprout's apron or you've stolen Cosmo's sweater. Sprout himself is exasperated at the thought because he's so tall he sometimes struggles to steal anything. He feels left out!

☁ Have no fear though because once Astro becomes more comfortable to go without his cloak, sitting in your room in just a shirt and pants, Sprout is the first to claim dibs on it, him and Cosmo fighting over it. You're smart as you go right after the source, perched in Astro's lap as he watches them.

☁ Getting ready for bed is a routine now too. It used to be a clumpy and choppy thing, but soon enough you've all developed a way to work with each other so it's seamless with minimum hiccups.

☁ Sleeping through the night? Is...a process. Every night brings a new situation and it's a journey.

☁ Sprout and Astro are more often the not the bottom part of the pile. As I mentioned earlier, Sprout is a prissy sleeper so there have been quite a few times he's woken you up with a quiet "My arm's asleep, bud." and you have to spit back "Suck it up." before he's forcefully dragging you to a new position.

☁ The jolt sometimes wakes Astro and Cosmo, but they're quick to go right back asleep.

☁ Other nights you're woken by Astro pushing at Cosmo, groaning softly. "Just keep jamming your knee up my crotch, that's fine." It did not in fact sound fine, making you grin before burrowing back into your chosen boyfriend pillow at the time.

☁ Some nights both you and Cosmo are rudely awoken by Sprout and Astro shoving at each other, arguing over who is taking more of the giant bed despite an entire half of it not being in use.

☁ Speaking from experience, when sleeping with another person, one half of the bed goes unused at all times. Idk if it's just like instinct to huddle together, but like yeah. That's what happens. doesn't matter how you all lay down, by the end of it all, you will all be in one heap on one half of the bed.

☁ One of you falls off the bed at least once a week. Most times it's you or Cosmo, who's laying on either Sprout or Astro when they roll over and take you with them only for there to be no more bed for you.

☁ That's the true difference between them. Astro is all "Did that hurt?" and when you're like "I'll survive." He's immediately like "That's not what I asked?!"

☁ Sprout's laughing and tells you you'll be fine, dragging you into his arms and smothering your face in apologetic kisses.

☁ By the way, once they're comfortable, you'll miss the seperate sleeping quarters. Astro has shoved so many articles of clothing into your face asking if it smells clean enough Tisha won't hunt him down.

☁ He hasn't learned even after you've told him yes three times when you knew Tisha would rain hellfire.

☁ Cosmo brings treats into the bed. You know that tiktok that's like "Making food in bed without my bf/husband/dog noticing." That's him. He's literally got a griddle somewhere. You've woken up to him making pancakes, watched him turn, smile at you and return to his project like...huh.

☁ When Sprout woke up that night, wrapped in Astro, he was only mildly confused before the rest of his brain jogged awake and he was left staring at you and Cosmo both sitting at the foot of the bed, eating pancakes. Like it wasn't three in the morning.

☁ The griddle was banned the next morning.

☁ Three days later, Cosmo had an easy bake oven.

☁ Astro didn't even question it when you handed him a pretzel bite, eating it before returning to sleep.

☁ When he off handedly mentions it the next day, there's a distant shout from Sprout before he's appearing in the doorway, demanding more information.

☁ He never finds it.

☁ Arguments go crazy too.

☁ not fights, but those little squabbles you get into after youve been with someone for a while and they're existance is just so adorable and loving and it pisses you off bc wdym they chose me.

☁ On runs especially. Sprout is NOTORIOUS for pining one of you down in the elevator, hands squeezing your cheeks, "You are so annoying, oh my god- I LOVE YOU." Like he doesn't know how to handle it.

☁ I didn't mention this previously but the distinction between how he treats you three versus everyone else is SO FUNNY. Like if for some reason none of you are the same run, he literally sits in the corner and pouts. Vee is so over his shit.

☁ He does this thing where he walks up to a machine and just bangs his head against it and cries about how he doesn't want to be there.

☁ The SECOND he's back, he acts like he wasn't a mopey kitten.

☁ Like I have this imagine of him coming back, walking into the kitchen. You and Cosmo are covered in cake batter. Astro is sipping on a drink, leaning against the counter as he watches you two. Immediately he's just relaxed because this is such an idiot thing to do, but you're his idiots and that's what matters.

☁ You have a notebook of shit you've all said.

"Tough shit toons, you're distractor has a thesis to examine to a molecular level about the connection between Spongebob and Chappell Roan."

"It's like a perfect oval. Like a circle compressed by the Thigh Master."

"Her laugh reminds me of a dog just before they throw up."

"The lamp. It's just sitting there. Like you- who said they would do the dishes!"

☁ It's a national treasure.

☁ The other toons think you're their own little show. It's so funny to them. It's like the Toonashians (Have yall seen those tiktoks?)

☁ Especially when it's between Sprout and Astro. As two mains, their fights are so funny. They both do that thing where they turn to you and Cosmo and ask who's right. Neither of them are.

☁ You and Astro are not allowed in the kitchen alone. Period. You make unholy concoctions. Remember the pudding fiasco? Sprout put a ban on you from entering the kitchen. Everyone knows. Pebble rats you out fastest.

☁ Sprout is banned from the Hamilton soundtrack. You threatened to drown him in the shower after hearing him belt it for the fourth week in the row early in the morning.

☁ Speaking of! Morning routines! Sprout wakes up first. Makes it all of your problems. But he does do coffee/tea/juice/ whatever you need to start your day and has it ready with a kiss by the time you make it downstairs.

☁ Cosmo is normally next, leaving you to fend off Astro by yourself.

☁ Astro is such a cuddler, so good luck getting him off. Normally you have to pry him off with Cosmo's help after he's done his morning routine, replacing yourself with a pillow.

☁ He gets up right after that, immediately sensing the pillow is NOT you. He's grumpy and tired and just heads straight to the kitchen where Sprout is waiting. Coffee is first before anything else for him along with some snuggles.

☁ Y'all so domestic its cute asf.

☁ Of course the relationship has its pros and cons, but every day and night you're reminded of just how worth it it always is.

☁ Ahh im out of ideas so idk when the next part will come out <3

[littlemisssquiggles]

Alright, I need to gush about Dandadan for a hot minute…

So this squiggle meister has hopped onto the Dandadan hype train. Ever since its anime adaptation release last year, I’ve been riding the high of my newest anime craze.

Not only am I all caught up on the anime (eagerly awaiting season 2 coming out this year) but I’ve also taken to following the manga; which I’m all caught up on too.

Speaking of which, the newest chapter of Dandadan dropped today - Chapter 181- and I’ve got some things to say about:

Firstly, the return of Unji Zuma. It’s nice to see that the Danmanru Arc wasn’t the last time we’ve seen our Umbrella King.

Zuma’s a cool character. I basically see him as a male Momo since the two share the same stubborn, headstrong yet surprisingly compassionate and loyal personality traits that make them really fun characters to watch further develop. In this squiggle meister’s eyes, Zuma is as much as cool older brother character to Momo as Jiji is.

However, judging by Zuma’s new look in the upcoming arc, I have a sinking feeling the manga is setting us up again for yet another wrench in the ongoing development of the Okarun and Momo love story.

I already made this point over over Twitter but ---

It CANNOT be a coincidence that Zuma, who was described as “Momo’s ideal type” cause he bares a resemblance to her celebrity crush Ken Takakura, now with his hair grown out and sporting a pair of glasses looks like a punk tough guy version of Okarun.

That can't be a coincidence, no? Like I said, I think the manga is setting us up yet again for another fake red herring love triangle and misunderstanding to further push the Momokarun ship into official couple status.

After all, we’re already half way there with Okarun’s recent confession.

Not to mention that last time, during the Space Globalist Arc, after the whole misunderstanding with Vamola, the first time Okarun actually admits to being in love with Momo is while “rejecting” Vamola.

I feel like Zuma is being set up to be Momo’s Vamola, y’know what I mean? I don’t know if Zuma is going to be confirmed to secretly like Momo.

I mean I hope not cause like I said, they have way more sibling energy to me than that of Momo and Jiji and Jiji is literally her childhood best friend and first crush).

But I do hope that Zuma’s presence will provide the catalyst to Momo professing her love for Okarun.

I mean, Zuma did over hear Momo whispering “tell me you love me” in her sleep and he gave her a look.

Surely, that’s got to come back sometime later just as how Momo’s “Lova Ya” note to Okarun came back, right?

While I doubt this will mean that Zuma will develop a romantic interest in Momo, if so is the case then I hope it will lead into Momo turning him down cause she will FINALLY admit that she’s already in love with Okarun.

THIS HAS TO BE WHY ZUMA IS BACK!

Outside of him bringing in a new arc, Zuma is here to be the FINAL PUSH for Momo to admit she loves Okarun. He has to be!

Zuma is literally the embodiment of everything Momo wants in a potential boyfriend. He looks like Ken Takakura. Underneath his tough exterior, he is genuinely courageous and has a benevolent spirit that drives him to go above and beyond for others in his care. Zuma is such a “good guy” that he got a whole school gang of delinquents to rally behind him. He is such a “good guy” that he’s even willing to help the poor Daiki kid with his curse.

I mean Zuma is just a really cool character.

And him being around again rocking dem big glasses and fluffy hair like Okarun is definitely gonna be confusing for Momo. At least that’s what I think.

Either way, I stand by what I said.

I think we’re entering the home stretch to Momo x Okarun being official.

I don’t know how many more arcs and chapters again it will take to get us there but we are getting there.

Zuma is the key.

If he isn’t gonna be yet another lying ass fake "potential love interest" like Aira, Jiji and Vamola all were then at least let him be a “real bro” to Momo.

I know he kinda blind right now but please let Zuma have the emotional wisdom to see through Momo’s BS of stalling her confession to Okarun and give her a firm kick in the ass with dem big Geta sandals he’s got on to get her to FINALLY return her feelings.

Bruh, we are almost to 200 chapters.

We need to see Momokarun canon before Luffy finds the One Piece. While we’re still young and our shipping hearts are still beating.

- LMS (2025)

[hanguji]

give me one source that backs up any of what you said.

i've literally never understood this perspective. i don't understand how people so far separate domestic law enforcement and military.

firstly they are not "poor" not in any sense.

Most members of the military come from middle-class neighborhoods. The middle three quintiles for household income were overrepresented among enlisted recruits, and the top and bottom quintiles were underrepresented.

30% of those "duped" into joining the MILITARY have service-connected disabilities. but it's the army, not the domestic police force. of course there are going to be traumas associated with killing people and trying not to get killed, what did they think would happen..? economic incentive is nothing short of being selfish.

you're being appallingly contradictory. cops aren't rogue, they don’t operate in spite of the government—they’re an essential part of how it functions. the same government that sends its militants out to Kill People. that's their whole job. from the u.s. army page:

our purpose is timeless and clear: to fight and win our Nation's wars.

and all that harm they cause? the lives they end? where's the punishment for that? since you think cops are deserving of more of it. do you hear often of soldiers being "fired" from the military from killing too hard, or something...? the worst that happens is they're decommissioned with a fine. and their suburbia parents can pay those off. their commanders can literally choose to not prosecute them, because they have their own court system.

and as for the fbi thing one, two, three mentions of the police in their FAQ in positive or supportive light.

they don't see nazis as an issue. they never did. perhaps they did a 2006 nazi screening, but be for real! it doesn't take an FBI agent to realize this. they got pressured into caring, so they pretended to. do you think the FBI has absolutely zero say and/or power over the police force and the hiring process. btw there's an FBI police force in which they ask for

Experienced law enforcement applicants may bring knowledge and skills obtained through working on a police force; serving as military police officers; providing visitor protection and law enforcement in parks, forests or other natural resource or recreational environments; or in performing criminal investigations.

so why, if you hate the police, would you trust the FBI?

it's very clear you are doing exactly what OP was talking about. you don't value the lives outside of the usa as lives that matter. you value the life of a suburban dog over millions of human lives because of some bogus individualism and a hypothetical sad army guy.

you have us soldiers sexually assaulting civilians of lands they're the foreigners in. they are also killing people's dogs for no reason.

because the military cannot enforce domestic laws, they can't hurt YOU. but they do all that the police do and worse across borders in the name of the u.s., and you can't see it so you don't care.

very jokerfiying how usamericans have such a different opinion on their police than their military just because their military principally kills and abuses foreigners

[thatbitchery]

MANIFESTING 102; IF YOU JUST ACTUALLY THOUGHT ABOUT IT A LITTLE

Today I feel like playing teacher (Avoiding my responsibilities) so lets do this. I alr talked about manifesting and the masculine X feminine and today I want you to see its actually really simple if you just think for yourself instead of mindlessly consuming content and acting like you're stupid or something. like, debunking some myths that you could easily debunk yourself if you just actually thought about this stuff a little :). But I have to do everything in this house I guess

Here is the theory we are running on- You are the universe in a human body in the universe. We all know the Big Bang and how the Universe decided to split itself to create a mirror to define itself bla bla bla you've been in LOA spaces for long enough I'm not re-explaining this. Basically- You are the universe that chose to experience life in YOUR human body. It's a mirror we know this bla bla moving on.

one- The universe does not respond to who you are it responds to what you want. Wanting is not 'lack mindset' its human nature. You are the universe that chose to experience human life, so you are also bound by human nature do you see how that works? Human beings are pretty much the only animals with desire the rest just survive. we want so we make and now we have the Burj Khalifa and Tesla Robots. And that's what the universe respond to- desire. It's like your dad. You say dad this is what I want he says Okay. You don't act like you already have it and then he gives it to you. Matter of fact he won't bc you already have it. It responds to what you WANT not what you ARE. wanting is not 'lack mindset' it's human nature. Again, y'all are committed to demonizing and hating yourself its kinda funny to watch. In a bad way. Don't act like you have it. Act like you want it because you do???? Closed mouths don't get fed? No idc what the vibration people said. Again stop mindlessly consuming content think about it. You're not dumb.

Two- Visualization as in vision boards- yay. Do that stuff. I love that stuff. Visualization as in closing your eyes and experiencing it- PLEASE STAWPPP that sheeet. Listen if you could visualize things into existence maladaptive daydreamers and three quarters of the people in psych wards would run this planet have you thought of that? Because you are not visualizing harder than someone with literal hallucinations. Thats peak visualization that's peak be in the moment feel the feelings 3D doesn't matter if you have it in the 6788D bla bla. And the most annoying part of the visualization people is that ITS RIGHT THERE> Feeling in the moment. Experiencing it. The brain doesn't know the difference between real and imagination. Excellent you are on to something there. Now let's rev back up to the REASON we exist. TO EXPERIENCE life. Why tf would a universe obsessed with new experiences let you experience the same thing twice. And you're right there is no difference if you imagined it or it happened. So you have already experienced that. Moving on to the next chapter closed. No think about it, have you EVER experienced the same thing twice exactly the same way????EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR????? Just think about it.

Three : the 3d doesnt matter what matters is in this astral plane 6788789 light years away in the 688790d you have all your desires- shut up no you don't. The 3D is all you got. This reality is all you will get as long as you are in this body at this moment in this time space reality. I don't usually condemn escapism that hard life sucks so yeah go watch a movie and distract yourself for a while but this is called mental illness and nope slapping cute universy words on it doesn't make it go away. YOUARE SUPPOSED TO EXPERIENCE THE 3D that's why you're here. Just say you hate yourself and show up to a psych ward. There is no secret universe out there this is the one. IF the 3d didn't matter why are you in it. Just think. The 3D IS all that matters actually. This is the most powerful plane you know this. This is the ONLY ONE where you get free will. This is the only one where YOUR DESIRES MATTER. In those other planes you wanna be on so much, you don't even exist as an individual.

Four: The rules of reality don't matter- no ma they do. And you are bound by them. And no you are not special. NO you can't pull a mermaid with wings and fangs from thin air because in this reality that can not happen. You are supposed to EXPERIENCE this reality. You are bound by the laws of time and space and human nature and your country btw and you can't manifest your way out of this. You are GOD as in you have stake in creation not you are God as in you're superior. And honestly, do you even want that? Do you really want to live in a universe with no binding laws? Do you really want people to be able to pull whatever they want from thin air? Have you ever left your bedroom ever? Have you ever seen the light of day, is what I'm asking. You came to live as a human being in THIS time space reality if you don't like it maybe don't choose to come back. And no you can't change the color of your eyes and height and waist size by imagining- ma. You're delusional. You are supposed to experience your life in that body. If you don't like it try plastic surgery. None of us think you have blue eyes just because you tell yourself you do, We will put you in a ward.

Five: You can not 'manifest' a specific animal, especially human. People have free will. Dogs have free will. Animals have free will and if they don't want you it doesn't matter how many time you write I AM MARRIED TO HYUNJIN in red and burn sage and annotate with grobovoi numbers if he doesn't want you back it's not happening. You didn't manifest your ex back he tried with other girls got tired, remembered your desperate easy ass exits and came back for more and he WILL do you worse mark my words. If you are being honest with yourself you like the LOA and manifesting and I and I AM GOD because it makes you feel superior, but then we all are GOD. Unfortunately, no you are not. No you can not force your will over another's and now THAT is lack mindset and honestly so embarrassing me personally I would rather eat glass that chase that hard. And again, do you want to live in a universe where if someone wants you they can just- manifest you? Or do you just want to be the only one with that privilege you selfish prick? If yes, have you ever touched grass?

[hauntedrain]

Frat boy!Luigi x gothic!reader hc???

Frat! LM x Gothic! Reader

✮▹A/N: I hope this is good. unfortunately Its been a while since I've written anything. Also this feels kind of vague because of all the different subcultures and stuff, but also general reader yk? anyways enjoy! NOT EDITED.

Okay, I'm starting this by saying that personally, I don't see frat Lu as some typical jerk frat boy (I mean, look at the photos; it looks like a bunch of nerds hanging out), but anyway...

He would be immersed in your style and interests. He wouldn't necessarily act like it's abnormal but most certainly would be new to him.

He would sit and listen to music with you, trying to learn about the music culture, and might even make a playlist so he can play that for you when you guys hang out.

Would wait and sit while you do your makeup, especially if you're doing trade goth, and ask you about literally every step of what you're doing and why. (Lowkey asking too many questions, but you can't bring yourself to be annoyed because he's just being curious and cares.)

He would be like those cats in the "I'm a girl with a boy cat doing ---". He's just enjoying the entertainment. I also think that frankly you could convince him to let you do his make up or let him try to do yours for fun (whether it turns out good or not is a completely different story however).

I think in regards to the first time bringing you around his frat brothers, he would be mildly shy about it simply because he knows that in general, the relationship dynamic brings attention. However, he would assure you that he isn't embarrassed or ashamed about anything.

Along with that, after establishing the relationship, I think he would kind of flaunt you around in general but definitely to his frat brothers and friends. He's all about you, and he wants others to know that.

This also goes back to how he and his frat brothers seem like just a bunch of nerds and them asking him how he started dating you and in general being baffled that he was able pull you???? And He's just like "no clue, I'm also confused."

Lowkey concerned if you guys are too different and if you would prefer someone similar to you and your style. If you have friends similar to your style and take the same interests as you, he would be kind of nervous when you're talking about something or someone he knows nothing about and start to form the idea that you would prefer him to like and be different so you guys could also talk about that stuff together.

Genuinely believe that he would ask on a random night while getting ready to go to bed after hanging out with friends if you think you guys are too different and if you would prefer someone more similar to you. This would then in turn lead you to explain that you don't mind being different in style and interests and he has nothing to worry about. But you do offer him the option if he wants, that you can show and teach him certain things, and he can do the same for his selective interests.

When getting ready, you would ask for his opinions on outfits and make him rank them. I think he would enjoy this sooooo much; he likes the different styles, layers, accessories, etc. However, at the same time, I think he would be stumped at what to choose because all are great outfits, and he doesn't seem to see what you say when you dislike or criticize the outfit.

Would like it when your makeup rubs off on him. I see him blushing if he realizes your lipstick or base comes off on him and getting all giddy about it. (He would also pretend he didn't realized it was there and keep it on until someone else mentions it.)

Would take you to frat parties and make you stay close to him to ensure that, 1.) you're safe, but 2.) that no one tries to take you from him. (low-key protective)

Gives you pet names that other people may find weird. I can see him using "my bat" and "my raven," to name a few. I also think along with the pet names he would reference couples in movies and TV for you guys. my personal favorite (obviously by my PFP) but Morticia and Gomez.

⭒❃.✮:▹A/N: sorry its not a lot! I have school and other requests to work on but still please send requests or thoughts, I will make a formal posts for requests if need be but just send them in my inbox for now! much love <3