#looks directly at pv

[cryptidmickle]

so what if. and hear me out. i made my own au for shadowvanilla purposes-

au details below

HELLO SO I PRESENT AMNESIAC AU

so you see, i was minding my business, drawing and looking at cookies and how everyone has their own cool aus with awesome designs and i went "well im not very good at designing but i Love putting characters in Situations"

this au is mostly focused on shadowvanilla so dont be too hopeful I'll get into the other cookies besides their little circle, im ill for gay yaoi only okay

So! motions to comic above, amnesia smilk time! let me elaborate

Pure vanilla fucked up BIG TIME, in that he maybe ventured out to beast yeast alone to try and find out more about the beasts and a way to stop them, as people with a savior complex have a habit of doing. Maybe, perhaps, also at the same time, smilk was getting the workings of his new dough body done and sensing pv was nearby decided to take the opportunity to torment him a little, yknow he cant help himself! he needs to see him

a nasty little fight and confrontation in some old structures of smilk (or at the spire) result in pv using a strange spell he spotted in the surrounding papers and documents, and .... accidentally cracks smilk's soul jam! hehe, oops!

and also sealing his memories. double oops. damn, what are you gonna do now pv?

well he cant leave confused smilk alone here, and itd honestly be best the other beasts and dark enchantress dont drag him back there in this state, so he offers a hand.

"Come with me. We can help you, I'll make sure you're okay."

a memory-less smilk is confused by this but... he's already grabbing the other cookie's hand before he realizes it. It'll probably be fine, something about this cookie... makes something in him feel okay.

taps forehead, im still working everything out of course, and i WILL be cursing all of you with sketchy stuff about it when I'm able, i need more time to figure out smilk's behaviors without the soul jam and corruption

of course I'm always of the mind that pre-corruption smilk was kind of a rat and rude but how exactly is the real question!! how bad was it before the corruption exacerbated the negative qualities of knowledge and his personality

anyways,,, feel free to ask questions!! it could help me figure this all out, if yall are interested of course,,,,,,,my,,,, handful of crk followers SNRRKS

[bunni-v1]

Going to bed rn but… thinking about how artists depict pv’s soul jam as an erogenous zone…

MDNI

The souljam is the most important part of a cookie, it’s what separates them from a lifeless desert and a living creature. It’s their soul, their very being, and most cookies aren’t out in the open because it’s not safe for them. Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk has his out on full display, like a thing of pride. He’s more than capable of defending it, so why not?

That doesn’t mean it isn’t sensitive, though. The souljam, when touched directly, has a very serious physical affect on its cookie. Be that with intent to harm or not, if a cookie was able to get close enough to either of them to touch the souljam it would be quite the sight.

To get so close to him, in a romantic sense, shows a lot of trust. His souljam is very very sensitive to both touch and intent, so if he’s allowing you to touch it, it’s a huge honor.

For Pure Vanilla, it’s not something he allows you to do early on, but after a while of gaining trust and learning how to love one another. It takes him some time, but once he finally feels comfortable he’ll allow you to touch his souljam.

It’s a very intimate ordeal, and he sets it up to be such. He’s quite literally allowing you to touch his soul, he is aware of the weight of the situation, and as such he wants it to feel important.

The two of you face each other on his bed, the dim light of the candles illuminating your rapidly warming figures. The gentle yellow glow glints off his souljam, temping you to reach out and touch it, but you hold yourself back. He is nervous, you can tell in the way his hands shake as he holds yours. You try to calm him by squeezing his fingers, and he gives you an uneasy smile.

You want to tell him that he doesn’t have to do this, that you understand, but the stubborn furrow of his brows tells you not to say anything. He had already made up his mind, there was no wavering his resolve. So you give him all the time he needs, and when he is ready, he brings your fingers to his lips. He gives each tip a soft kiss, as if blessing them with his approval, then he guides your hands down right before his souljam.

You can feel a pull to it, as if he was begging you to touch it, but you still hesitate. Your hands curl in on themselves for a moment before reaching out and resting on the golden crest which houses it. You see him swallow, only able to imagine how he might feel in this moment. Your trace your fingers along the gold rimmed edge, trembling for a moment before finally you press a careful finger against the smooth surface.

It strikes you as odd that it’s warm, you expect it to feel cold, but it was heated beneath your touch. You press another finger to it, carefully rubbing over it with intrigue. Pure Vanilla shudders, the effect immediate. You don’t stop, now cupping it in your palm. You can nearly feel appreciation through it, and you see it clearly on his face. Brows scrunching up and cheeks turning a deep red, his breath is already ragged too.

You rub your thumb over him and he grabs at your hips, grounding himself. You nearly stop, feeling bad for how much this seemed to get to him, but he opens his eyes and gives you the most lustful stare beneath heavy lashes. You’ve never seen such a look on his face, but you can’t help but find it beautiful.

You give him what he wants, pressing him into a deep kiss as your other hand cups the other side of him. You continue your slow strokes as you make out with him, tongues clashing desperately against each other. You can tell his mind is foggy from how slow he reacts to your challenges, and the little moans that he sighs into your mouth. You pick up the pace of the stroking, using your whole hand to service him.

It gets him huffing, unable to keep up with the pleasure and your mouth. You allow him the grace of leaning against your shoulder, instead of forcing his mind to split two ways. His hands are digging into your sides, pressing you as close as he can get you. It’s like he can’t get enough of it, and he pulls you onto his lap pressing his face into your shoulder.

It’s harder to play with the souljam like this, but when he begins to rock his hips up into you, you find you don’t care. You match the pace of your fingers with the pace of his thrusts, which he figures out quickly and abuses for his own use. Speeding up enough to have your head lulling back as you continue stroking him like your life depended on it.

He falls back into the mattress after a moment, giving you access to ride him through his pleasure. Your fingers massage the warm thing as your hips move in time, eyes appreciating the sight of him falling apart beneath you. It was rare you got to take care of him like this, so you wanted to savor the sight of his screwed up face. Each thrust is followed by a broken moan, hands grabbing at you as if that might make things easier on him.

As you watch him, feel what makes him who he is, a thought crosses your mind. Depraved, and maybe crossing a line, but you had to try. You lean down over him, feeling his eyes squint on you in confusion when you remove your hands from his souljam. It doesn’t last long, your lips pressing against the jam. He gasps, fingers curling into your hair - not pulling, just encouraging you to continue.

Naturally, you do, kissing him slowly. You can feel it heat up with each kiss, which only encourages you to continue. Another thought pops up, just as bad as the last, but Pure Vanilla has been nothing if not receptive. You’re sure he won’t mind if you get a little taste. So, you open your mouth, locking eyes with him, and lick a slow stripe across the rounded surface.

He groans in a way you’d never heard, pressing his hips into yours with a newfound desperation. You squeal when he flips you over, giving you a disapproving frown. Seems that was a little too much, but he couldn’t be too mad, not when he quickly pushes your clothes aside and sinks himself inside you. Leaning over you, burying his face into your neck again, he begins without any fanfare.

The pace is faster than usual, hips meeting yours eagerly. Each thrust is deep, dragging against your walls deliciously. Your fingers find his souljam, continuing their previous ministrations, and he groans again. It’s so unlike him, all of it, but you like it. It’s a new side of him that he’s trusting you with, you can only hope to see more in the future.

When he comes undone, it is the loudest cry you’d ever heard from him. Broken and desperate, cracking through the quiet of his quarters like lightning. His body trembling in your grasp like the aftershock, but his hands remain firm and strong against your dough. He fills you up with warm sticky goodness, reminiscent of the heat of his souljam. It feels nice, to be so surrounded by him, and you know he feels the same too.

You press gentle kisses to the side of his face, calming him from his high. He returns to earthbread slowly, chest heaving against yours with effort. When he is coherent again, he gives you a smile — warm and typical from him. Your sweet Vanilla coming back to you with all the love in his eyes.

“I might have gotten carried away,” He admits shyly.

You smile, “I don’t mind. It was nice.”

He hums, nodding in agreement. His souljam is hot between your bodies, warming you further where it rests atop your clothes. When he pulls away he kisses your cheek, taking a moment to admire you before leaning back with a satisfied smile.

“We should do that more often,” You mumble from your spot in the sheets.

You can’t see his face from your position, but you don’t need to when he pats your thigh, “I agree. Much more often.”

[ayukaze]

Digimon Anime's website has published details about DIGIMON ADVENTURE BEYOND in Japanese.

Apart from an official summary and cast and staff details, they have also shared the idea behind how this PV came to be.

Here is my translation of everything posted on the website. As we don't have an official translation yet, I request you to source back to this post when making references so that anyone can take up their issues/doubts about the translation with me directly and not spread misinformation in the fandom!

Summary: With time having passed since that fateful summer adventure, the appearance of (chosen) children with partner Digimon is steadily on the increase. However, because of their special characteristics, these children are now being persecuted and targeted for military use, casting a negative shadow over them. When Taichi and Yamato are engaged in a rescue mission for one such child, a mysterious Digimon ambushes them…

The Digimon Adventure 25th Anniversary PV ‘Digimon Adventure-BEYOND’, which was shown at Digimon Con 2025, is now available worldwide on the Digimon Official Channel!

This short movie is a cut-out PV from the last episode of Digimon Adventure 02, featuring scenes from the 25 years later portion that were never depicted in the version that aired. In the video, characters from ‘Digimon Adventure’ and ‘Digimon Adventure 02’ can be seen all grown up, depicted in new designs which is a must-see for every fan!

In addition, ‘brave heart-DIGIMON Animation 25th Arrange ver!', the track used in the PV was also played for the first time. The track 'brave heart' from Digimon Adventure enhanced the evolution sequences in the anime with its melody, and was now rearranged specially for this PV.

The PV is directed by Hiroyuki Kakudo, series director for Digimon Adventure and Digimon Adventure 02. Director Kakudo worked on the planning, storyboards and direction of this PV keeping in mind the story of Digimon Adventure and Digimon Adventure 02. Character designer for this work is Rie Nishimura, who was the chief animation director for DIGIMON ADVENTURE 02 THE BEGINNING.

We have prepared this project as an appreciation for all the ‘children’ who have stayed with us through our adventures. We hope you watch Digimon Adventure-BEYOND while reminiscing about those adventure filled memories of summer. We are also planning to release the backstory of Digimon Adventure 25th Anniversary PV ‘Digimon Adventure-BEYOND’!

Please look forward to it!

Digimon Adventure-BEYOND Film Info

Staff

Director: Hiroyuki Kakudo ( ‘Digimon Adventure’, ‘Digimon Adventure 02’ series director)

Character Design: Rie Nishimura (Chief Animation Director, Digimon Adventure 02 THE BEGINNING)

Animation Production: Yumeta Company (Digimon Adventure LAST EVOLUTION Kizuna, Digimon Adventure 02 THE BEGINNING), etc.

Production: Toei Animation

Cast

Taichi Yagami - Natsuku Hanae Yamato Ishida - Yoshimasa Hosoya Iori Hida - Yoshitaka Yamaya Agumon- Chika Sakamoto Gabumon- Mayumi Yamaguchi Armadimon- Megumi Urawa Takeru Takaishi- Hiroaki Hirata Patamon- Matsumoto Miwa

Takeru's original Digimon Adventure 02 VA, Yamamoto Taisuke lent his voice for the dialogues during the flashback as well but he remains uncredited most likely due to his retirement from the field. Instead they have credited Hiroaki Hirata (Narrator, Hiroaki Ishida in Digimon Adventure) for his narration as adult Takeru.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

🎃 Twst Halloween PSA 🎃

*pulls up the Serious Talk Chair*

Alright, so.

In the wake of the new Halloween PV posted on the TWST JP social media accounts, there’s been an explosion of hype. However, something else you may have seen circulating is people saying, "I already knew about this weeks ago!" and/or claims of having knowledge of leaked characters and costumes. Some have even directly linked to videos or images of these leaks (including fully animated character sprites) in threads discussing the next Halloween event. I myself have been sent these videos and images multiple times, unprompted, over the last few days.

To make a long story short:

You should NOT be speaking about or sharing these leaks in a public setting.

By doing so, you are running the risk of spoiling people who may not want to know these things in advance. They never gave their consent to see that, and this consent shouldn’t be assumed. I’m extremely disappointed that my own experience has been this way. I wanted the chance to react live as the information was being released. Others may feel the same as me. Additionally, openly talking about leaks is may make things more difficult for us fans in the long run.

The only reason these leaks were let out so early is because TWST started uploading assets into the game much sooner than they would actually be implemented. This has allowed dataminers in the fandom to go in and look around to see what goodies might be in store for the future. However, if fans are going to just run around blurting out what all the secrets are, it may discourage the devs from continuing to do this in the future. It will make it that much more difficult for fans to extract high quality card images ASAP. It means assets may be kept under tighter lock and key to prevent this from happening again.

Don't believe me? Something similar happened with the Japanese TWST website. The team used to upload news about the next month's schedule early, but locked behind a random string of numbers. Fans brute-forced those numbers and always managed to find the schedule sooner than it was intended to be out. The number of posts made on the website has now dropped drastically and schedules are no longer released on there. While there's no proof that these events are related, there is a real concern among some dataminers that the very same could happen regarding in-game assets.

I realize that leaks are common nowadays, but please let us at least respect other fans' rights to experience the game in their own way while also minimizing the risk of consequences for the fandom. If you must discuss these leaks at all, do it in PRIVATE. You are allowed to be excited about what's coming, but please keep it to yourselves or to your own circles where it may be a more appropriate topic.

Do not ask or talk about the leaks in my inbox, DMs, or comments. Do not link me to or share any leaks. Wait until the information has been released on official TWST social media handles, THEN I would be more than happy to talk about the news with everyone. Those who disregard this request moving forward will have their message deleted and then be blocked.

Thank you—and with that, let’s return to our regularly scheduled show!

[miyamiwu]

Red and Green; Up and Down

Red and Green are very prominent colors in the Yingdu Chapter. They are the two main colors in the OP:

red and green album behind the camera; red and green basketball court

They’re even more obvious in the ED with the traffic lights:

Red phone booth, green light; red and green lights (+yellow if you count XF lol)

But Miya, they are primary/secondary colors. Of course, they’re everywhere!

Okay, but look again at this frame in the OP:

Red on the outside, and green on the inside.

Now, look at the same basketball court, but as shown before the OP in YE1:

The colors are reversed. It’s now green on the outside, and red on the inside.

There is probably more to this discrepancy if we analyze the relevant dialogue in this scene for the pre-OP and in the lyrics for the OP, but I don’t have time for that right now. Let’s just take this as a signal from the animators to focus on those two colors.

Okay, so Green and Red are relevant, but what do they have to do with Up and Down?

In YE1, there was this scene where CXS passes the ball to LG, but it then unusually focuses on the camera and not on the ball:

Our eyes can’t help but be drawn to the camera…which is pointing to the down arrows on LG’s tie. And what are those arrows pointing to?

The green lane Lu Guang is standing on. However, this lane is red in the OP. Is it really pointing at the green? Or is it pointing at the red? And why focus on the camera first instead of just focusing directly on the arrows to get the message across more clearly? Camera + Arrows. What could they mean? This is something to think about...

Then in Lu Guang’s nightmare in YE3, Vein is chasing him in a green hallway, and he escapes into a green exit with a green down arrow:

He then falls into a dark room full of red:

The Green arrow from above is pointing down to the Red room.

So, does that mean Green is Up and Red is Down? I can’t say...

In the Bloody Storm PV, we have people descending green stairs:

Only the steps are green, though. We can say that there’s green light shining from above to make it appear green. This green light can also be seen on the backs of the men.

It is also worth mentioning that @rainibao has pointed out that, in the flashes, the people are ascending the stairs:

Moreover, the green light is lost here, and we’re left with a gloomy frame full of neutral colors against a plain red background. This also happens in the part of the song where the tension builds up and Vein is about to go crazy. This is definitely relevant, seeing as in the YE3 nightmare, Lu Guang finds himself in a red room and Vein finally catches him.

Something something about Green and Order (men obediently going down the stairs; Vein forcing Lu Guang down a green hallway), and Red and Punishment (men going up the stairs as the tension builds up, Vein catching Lu Guang in a bloody room).

Anyways… Is Red up? And Green down? Or, going by the green being light from above, then is Green up and Red down? I still can’t say...

Why does it matter what direction they are?

Because in Mandarin Chinese, time is viewed in a vertical fashion. The past is above you, while the future is below you. Knowing whether red/green is up/down can help us ground ourselves in this time travel show.

There’s also this:

Red light on Lu Guang; Green light on Cheng Xiaoshi.

I’ve always found the color assignment here odd because in traffic light language, Green means go, while Red means stop. Shouldn’t CXS, who is already dead, be the one in Red since his time has stopped? They even made it a point to color him in cold neutral colors without the green light shining on him, as if to hammer in the point that he’s dead (in contrast to Lu Guang who is in warm colors when not under the red light). (It was too difficult to get a screenshot of this, but I remember seeing a draft of this animation sequence where CXS was clearly transitioning from grey to colored, while LG was more warm to colored. If anybody can find that again, please send me a link!)

Anyways, if Green Cheng Xiaoshi is Dead, then does that mean Green is Future/Down? Red Lu Guang would then be Past/Up, signifying him going back in time.

But this doesn’t align with the nightmare sequence, where Green is Up and Red is Down… But then again, it was a nightmare. Can we even trust it? Can we trust anything in this show???

Or maybe Red/Green is constantly cycling between Up/Down. Maybe one moment Red is Up and Green is down, while in the next it’s reverse. An indication of time being a closed loop in Link Click?

I don’t fucking know.

There are no conclusions here. I just thought I’d point this out so I can have more people be just as confused as me hehe.

Dumping this to you, specifically, @protect-namine

[chessboredom]

Can we please get a rant on PV's characterization ? Asking both to hear your thoughts and to see if I need to reevaluate my own idea of it because accidentally mischaracterizing favourite characters is my biggest fear ":)

So I'm having the thing where "opening your favorite character's tag only to see mischaracterizations" That makes me go "Oh I can't wait to look at fanart of my blorbos in tumblr dot com!" only to remember that people play the English version(scum of the earth) and not the Korean version(literal Cookie Run Bible to me) and then feel like I directly get shotgunned at the face and I never open the tags ever again.

This is Not to say that "Your characterization is wrong!!" or me trying to discourage anyone. It's just not for me, das all. Go do whatever you want forever.

ANYWAYYYY

(I'm still continuin this LMAO)(NOT DONE YET UUGGHHHHHHH)(still isn't done but I'll just make a new post lol)

This also extends to Shadow Milk characterization because I cannot characterize one without the other as a compliment. (I have the Chronic Narrative Foil illness from being a dirkjohn shipper. That god forsaken ship rewires your brain. I've made people like them and I clearly see the impact.)

PV is not nice, he is kind. His actions take effort with no exchange. He could impact a group of people one day, they love him, but they disappear. This is the part where he lies. PV is self-sacrificial, and he says anything that would benefit his subjects happiness over himself. It's important for him that they be happy for their whole life because they are all fleeting but he isn't. He is immortal.

(This is because I see people draw him hugging Smilk, which is something Smilk would HATE SO MUCH.)

He also changed from a patriarchic kingdom into a democratic kingdom.

And he isn't above violence, he just chooses to not participate in it until he didn't have a choice when they were fighting against Dark Enchantress. He protected his friends then stepped forward to attack her with everything he's got, and it's DARK MOON MAGIC. NO SOUL JAM. (I should mention that he USED TO be in the Middle position. This is a Smilk parallel.) Then gets SUCKED into a singularity she made which EXPLODED EVERYTHING AROUND THE KINGDOM TURNING IT INTO A BARREN WASTELAND, still manages to trap her in the Moonstone. He even enclosed the Vanilla Kingdom IN A TIME STASIS and IT FLOATS IN THE SKY. <-ALSO MADE WITH DARK MOON MAGIC, which is similar to SMILK'S DIMENSION but Smilk's has the future of the past and the present coexist.

(I correct my past assumptions about Healer Cookie now too.)

This so comes with the price of losing his memories, but his miraculous healing stayed. THIS was another parallel to him becoming "Truthless Recluse" (The Hermit of Truth in Korean) when Dark Enchantress said that he was "falling deeper and deeper into the abyss." PV's self was hidden in the dark side of the moon with the Light of Truth who was always calling out to him, until Gingerbrave came and changed everything, and then it made the voice louder. That's why his eyes were open majority of the time when he was Healer Cookie nearing the end of the Timeless Kingdom adventure, because he wasn't *full* Pure Vanilla yet. (PLURALITY MENTION!!) Healer Cookie is another personality who is taking place for Pure Vanilla's arrival. Until PV finally comes back, then reuniting once more with Healer Cookie, who is also himself.

Then he just sends Gingerbrave and Friends™️ into a quest to send letters to the other Ancients' kingdoms because he had to stay in the Vanilla kingdom, and the possible survivor's guilt he holds in that Dark Flour War and also to avoid the shock of having to meet them in person because you know he's understanding the situations they're possibly in since it's been decades since they met.

One Ancient who deeply cares for him as a friend is Hollyberry Cookie. Friendship gang's first meeting with Hollyberry Cookie was her PRETENDING to be a different cookie because of the CRUSHING GUILT she had of not being able to protect her friend that she abandoned her kingdom and her role as queen(sloth moment). And in one of PV's kingdom interactions with her is HB asking if he ate. 😭(I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP SO MCUH)

(I WILL STILL NEED TO WATCH BEAST YEAST EP 1 - 2 AGAIN TO ADD TO THIS I SWAER. TO GO.D)

Skip to EP 7 - 8....

PV went to the Spire after they just found some totally (not) legit info about "Beast Binding Ritual," he met Fortune Teller Cookie, who was also himself(I cannot read tarot card. Might do that later), and then he was separated from the Friendship Gang because Smilk couldn't care less about them. Smilk wants Pv to focus on HIM. Main Character of the show. Not PV, the half-penny(fool or idiot). He literally puts himself into PV's memories, and then proceeds to tell PV that "I've been with you your WHOLE LIFE." "You need me." Okay projecting bitch. Shut up. That's bullshit.

PV doesn't need Smilk. PV has lived with no Smilk. It's the other way around. Smilk NEEDS PV. He's obsessed with him. Very obsessed that he is PROJECTING. In En he called PV his "other-half," but in Kr he called Pv his "lesser half." He is still in control. He does NOT want to see others authority over him, despite their theme of King and Jester.

Historically is that jesters where actually an incredibly valued part of royal family’s almost treated like a noble and were the closest to the king outside of his family. They where just silly goofy guys that they kept around. Jesters where so respected they would stand next to kings and help them make important decisions. A lot of jesters WERE scholars. They had to be diplomats in place of their kings.

At the time of Tr!PV, he wanted to push him to the BRINK OF BREAK DOWN. (Take a look at this freaky shit here.) But good thing Friendship Gang was there making him remember who he is, or else he would've actually became a Cookie of Lies, and remembers that his role and purpose, just like Healer Cookie, was to ACT like a different person until PV wakes up and becomes one again. This is a parallel to how Smilk has different identities in different times and ages, which are also himself.

Tr!PV's WORDS(in Korean) are so perfect, that he even manage to fool Smilk himself through making him think that HE has the upper hand. He even mentions it later when he was awakened. (I have to look for that part again.)

With his new awakened form making Smilk crash out for lying and being a traitor, and then he literally beats the shit out of Smilk 2-3 consecutive times because he's a stubborn child who doesn't want to. (Seeing fanart of PV hugging Smilk is so ??? to me. Smilk would rather DIE.)

DON'T GET ME STARTED WITH THIS. ENGLISH TRANSLATIONS DO NOT SHOW THIS LEVEL OF UNDERSTANDING IN HIS WORDS.

Smilk wanted to end it all!!! He doesn't need PV. He doesn't need the Soul Jam. HE WANTS TO DESTROY IT ALL. (Goofy ahh tantrum.)

Now the part about Shadow Milk and touching, and being "touch-starved." But people seem to forget he is a CONTROL FREAK. He's gonna have some tantrum if the narrative isn't in his control. Yes, he would love the sense of touching PV, as long as he leads. He NEEDS to be in control. He NEEDS to be in the spot light or else he'll be weak and he doesn't want to be seen weak. Like, he's already accustomed to being starved of touch. And receiving it makes him feel sick. >> I answered an ask here.

And about ShadowVanilla; I keep seeing the joke "friendzone" and then seeing Smilk be disappointed which is... something... Like... The kind "relationship" Smilk made for them wasn't getting married, (but they are Metaphorically as Narrative Foils) it was FORCED through TORTURE because THAT'S ALL HE KNEW HOW TO MAKE A RELATIONSHIP. He wanted to share a soul with PV because it was his fear of being alone that he rather drown himself than face that Truth, and that was the ONLY TIME Smilk made himself vulnerable. Do you think he had a choice when the Witches created him with the other Virtues? They immediately had sentience with no young adult stage to meet naturally like how the Ancients slowly melded into a friend group, and they had no kingdoms to attend to back then. And the Virtues need to work together while being entrusted with a bunch of cookies, which for them is equivalent to taking care of ants.

And that being said, with the consideration Smilk is a literal cookie god who never felt a touch of another cookie in millennium, being invited into a friendship (with another cookie who he was not baked with in the dawn of time) is the most intimate shit he's going to get. He may Know everything(LITERAL NERD OVER HERE), but he never had Any EXPERIENCE. As slutty as he looks and acts, he is one. VIRGIN. LOSER. (TO ME!!)

To end this rant. Control Freak character weakness: Getting dicked down by some guy with a kind heart(who is unexpectedly freakier than Control Freak).

[scarapanna]

Guys look! A birdie!

Jokes aside, I decided it was time to revamp my older avian designs as some needed a few improvements imo.

So, as such, here's a PV redesign!

In the original post I chose to dive more into the general gist of how avians work n all, so with this one it felt much more fitting to dive into PV himself!!

Pure Vanilla is a "dove-like avian", due to his appearance being most faithful to one. His markings are based off of bleeding heart/mourning doves, but his behavioural habits are those of the latter;

He's pretty protective of his people and those close to him, especially after the dark flour war;

Because of such, he's developed a tendency to heal others before himself regarthless of his injuries. This often leads to him lacking the magic necessary to fully heal himself and resorting to "traditional" patching up (With the use of tools such as bandages). Any wound he can't take care of is often hidden;

His feathers reflect light as a result of the souljam (eyes and more vibrant colors aside). How "shiny" they are is directly proportional to how much magic he has left in his system;

When said feathers fall off, they gradually loose their shine/blues and yellows, returning bit by bit to their original appearence before the souljam;

The scarring on his back is another consequence of the souljam, and it signals that he's it's current holder. This "mark" is permanent;

Vanilla has a bit of a biast towards children specifically, and will treat any as his own, often trying to care for them as best as he can;

Overall, he's a gentle peepaw doing his best out there

[crystallinecardinal]

“The strings are wrapped around you,” or, a discussion about Truthless Recluse, Pure Vanilla, and an idea of an awakening

One of the things I’ve been hung up on ever since finishing A Game of Truth and Deceit’s story is the fact that the things Truthless Recluse says does not feel exactly in character for Pure Vanilla. I’m sure this is the point. You’re supposed to get that feeling out of hearing him, Gingerbrave even directly points it out.

So, other than the corruption, why the so sudden change? Why is he suddenly turning against everyone? And most importantly, how is he supposed to get out of it?

Or, a CRK analysis/theory of sorts regarding Beast-Yeast episode 7, as well as how episode 8 might go, split into sections below the cut.

1 - An Introduction

I will start off by saying that before this update came out, I was one of the people adamant that Pure Vanilla was not going to end up corrupted. Not because I didn’t want anything bad to happen to him, but because I couldn’t see a reason why.

For as much as Shadow Milk could break him, dig into his biggest fears and insecurities and make them appear real, there wasn’t a reason to me for him to suddenly turn against everyone on his own— not when those around him had consistently helped him, bringing him out of what might have been the worst dips of his bad mental state. Not unless Shadow Milk was able to really manipulate him into it.

Then again, I knew what Shadow Milk could do. I knew he could control the will of other cookies (seen with the faerie cookies), and disguise himself in another form (see: every time he impersonates the Light of Truth). I also knew Pure Vanilla would be vulnerable to him, both with the bad mental state, and by the fact that the first time they encountered each other, he was already struggling. The right strings being pulled could just make him snap.

And then, I saw Truthless Recluse. And I lost my mind.

So, the point of all this. I had been TERRIFIED before this update how Pure Vanilla would fall. I thought he’d have his sense of self broken, all his emotions toyed with, sure, but I wasn’t ready for a FULL CORRUPTION. Then I got to thinking: it’s been a pattern this happens, right? In the Ancient vs Beast chapters, they encounter each other, fight in some way, and the Ancient somehow loses their connection to their respective Light. They only awaken after, picking themself back up from the brink of defeat. And we already know Awakened Pure Vanilla exists, so that leaves the question: how do you help him? How does he come back from where he is now? How does he awaken if he’s already been “defeated?”

That’s what I’m here to discuss.

2 - The Spider-Man meme problem

So! Fortune Teller. That guy.

Almost everyone I saw took one look at him in the trailers and KNEW he was Pure Vanilla. Had to be. The voice was the same, appearance the same, motifs the same, the character design was a pretty big giveaway. If it walks like a duck, talks like a duck, yknow. It’s probably a duck.

And that presumption was right! Fortune Teller is Truthless Recluse, and by extension, Pure Vanilla.

How can that happen, though? If Pure Vanilla talks directly to Fortune Teller, how can they be the same? Luckily, the game decides to answer this question on its own!

So, if this is a space the future of the past (the present) and the future of the present (just the future) can both exist… that means Fortune Teller, and by extension, Truthless Recluse, are likely from the future. Not only because we’ve seen PV walking around in the present, but because we KNOW how TR talks about PV like he’s dead, as well as because of a fun little quote from Shadow Milk!

“In the end, you will become me.”

This is what I’m going to be building the rest of this off of. Stick with me here.

3 - What’s that, puppet boy??

Lies. Manipulation. Deceit.

These are the things Shadow Milk lives for. But any good snake, any good spider weaving a web, knows that the best lies have a hint of truth to them. This is what I intend to dissect.

It feels... a bit strange to think that Pure Vanilla could become someone like Shadow Milk. And yet, the signs are already there. He isn't honest with himself, tells white lies in the hopes that it may make someone feel better rather than the cruel truth, and his mental state is already in a horrid place. Of course, none of these are particularly bad things, they're human, and I can't blame him for any of it. But they're also all undeniably things that could lead him to snapping. What's the point doubt is all that's left? What's the point that he delves into the comfort of the lie of fantasy? What's the point that reality is too much agony to bear? Is that not how the Fount of Knowledge became the Master of Deceit, finding that cookies enjoyed the sweet lie more than the cruel truth?

“In the end, you will become me.”

And so, he just might.

So, consider. If present and future can both at once in Shadow Milk's domain, if Fortune Teller is not merely an illusion, then who's to say Truthless Recluse isn't who Pure Vanilla is destined to become?

The best lies have a shred of truth. This is our (hypothetical) truth. If nothing changes, if Pure Vanilla falls to Shadow Milk's games, lets himself be broken, plays the role he's had laid out for him ever since he was young (once again, if we choose to take that as truth and not an illusion), then his fate is sealed.

"Despair follows in your footsteps... A river lies on your path. Cross it, and you will face unfathomable dread. Turn back... Turn back before it is too late. Turn back before the cold flames of doubt swallow you whole."

That river is fast approaching, if it hasn’t already.

4 - Finding truth, breaking strings

Let's circle back to one of my first points.

"Then I got to thinking: it’s been a pattern this happens, right? In the Ancient vs Beast chapters, they encounter each other, fight in some way, and the Ancient somehow loses their connection to their respective Light. They only awaken after, picking themself back up from the brink of defeat. And we already know Awakened Pure Vanilla exists, so that leaves the question: how do you help him? How does he come back from where he is now? How does he awaken if he’s already been ‘defeated?’"

Is episode seven not still following the same formula, yet iterating on it in its own unique way? Pure Vanilla comes directly into contact with Shadow Milk, and tries to defend himself the most he can. However, he's a lot more vulnerable than the others this time around— after all, lies and truth cannot exist without the other. They're not entirely opposites. After having his sense of self shattered, Pure Vanilla falls from the Spire. Somewhere, he loses his connection to his Light of Truth. Enter: Truthless Recluse.

We know Pure Vanilla will eventually be awakened (see: dev commentary), so how does he leave the state he's in? How do you come back from falling so far?

This is where our "Truthless Recluse is a future version of Pure Vanilla" idea comes in handy! To put it simply: he hasn't become him yet. Not in reality. The present Pure Vanilla has fallen somewhere deep, deep down, into the darkest abyss... And has yet to come back. It sets a perfect scene to trick those closest to Pure Vanilla to believe the lie wrapped in truth of his ‘death,’ doesn't it?

It also solves our characterization problem from the very beginning of this post. I never said he immediately becomes Truthless Recluse. Given that in this interpretation, TR is what PV will eventually become, it provides a reason for Truthless Recluse to say the things he does, and act the way he does. Maybe Pure Vanilla wouldn’t have said or done those things, but to Truthless Recluse, that part of himself has long been dead.

So. Where does Pure Vanilla find his truth?

It could be a lot of things. However, one of the main things I've seen reiterated is just how much Shadow Milk toys with the mind. Right now, Pure Vanilla likely believes his entire life is a lie. Not once has he had free will. Since birth, he has been a marionette on strings, a plaything for a being beyond everything he ever knew. Every action, every decision, it was just part of an Oscar-worthy performance. Everything he may have once defined as himself is null.

And even worse: there's no one to drag him out of it this time. White Lily is gone, off on her own mission. Gingerbrave and his friends have Truthless Recluse to deal with. The Light of Truth is silent. Everyone, everything he may have depended on isn't there. It's just him, the Other-Realm, and eyes that have been watching for his entire lifetime.

To get out, he has to break the strings. Just as he once awoke from his prison when he needed to confront his past, he can do it again. But this time, it isn't going to be while he hides under another identity, it isn’t going to be while telling himself a lie. Outsmart the snake, remember, remember, remember. Hold onto the love, the care, the things that are true. No amount of deceit can change how he once felt. They say the heart is true. Maybe that's the key out.

To put it more simply: no matter what it ends up being that causes it, he needs to realize himself that he is in charge of his own destiny. The truth of the question "who am I" is "whoever you want to be." It isn't an question that can be answered by someone else. You only become fully truthless, only fully wall yourself away from everyone if you choose to do so. It isn't fate.

And so, in the end, I think Pure Vanilla will awaken. By proxy, if my entire idea here were to be true, Truthless Recluse would cease to exist. Paradoxes are funny that way. There's no way for that ending to exist if it's no longer the future that lies ahead.

5 - A conclusion

I have absolutely no clue what's coming in episode eight. I'll say that upfront. I have no clue, and it terrifies me. I love Pure Vanilla, I want him to make it out of this, but I know he won't make it out unscathed. The tragedy could stay, it could just be for this episode, it's unclear. We just have to wait until episode eight goes live.

Regardless, I want him to struggle. I don't think it makes sense for him to get out of this easily. Not when he considers himself pathetic, not when he can't trust the voice of the Light of Truth, not when he's been questioning himself. Let that doubt sink into him. Let him rebuild himself, piece by shattered piece. It makes for an emotional story, and makes me like Pure Vanilla even more as a character. Maybe that's just the Omori fan in me, but I love delves into characters' minds like that.

It may not be anything like what I've discussed here, but I'm very excited to see what Devsisters does. This is all I'm going to be thinking about until then.

[midnight1nk]

If you all were familiar with my analysis of the flareglow mystery, then you would also know how batshit crazy I was over the username changing on the steam page when it happened a few weeks ago. That's right, we're at it AGAIN! Ink Chasing Wild Goosechases 2: Electric Boogaloo ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Am I serious about this? Yes.

Would this be just as pointless as flareglow? Oh yeah, for sure—

Mystery of the SMG43 Steam Username

⚠️ DISCLAIMER IN INTRO POST ⚠️

CONTEXT

For the new year 2025, I had to start with a theory, obviously. The only unfortunate part was that it had to be flareglow *war flashbacks ensue* but it can't be posted without its twinning mystery of the SMG4 Steam page. Well actually, it's the "Not SMG3. Stop looking deep" Steam page as it currently says, quite a mouthful.

If you somehow didn't know about what's going on with steam, I might as well copy+paste from the quick overview I did (og link):

⭐️ the steam account the Team had (y'know with the GMod models), the username originally was "Glitch Productions" since the SMG4 show is under their company ⭐️ then that username was suddenly changed to "SMG3" with no explanation and no new thing added to the workshop

⭐️ now naturally, the fans were like "was it a hack?" or "was it a glitch from Steam itself?" or "is this a troll?" Basically no one knew, merely speculated (and certainly no one gave us any answers) ⭐️ As for what I thought, it seemed really weird to just change the username. Much more could've been done to the account and yet nothing else happened, which is why I thought the username change must've been done intentionally by the Team (especially bc of the flareglow mystery happening right around the same time as this). ⭐️ THAT is when Cube finally came out with that tweet saying that the Steam thing "didn't mean anything significant" and around the same time, the Steam username changed again to "Not SMG3. Stop looking too deep"

⭐️ Again, nothing new was added to the workshop or profile. The only thing that changed was the username. ⭐️UPDATES⭐️ as of today, there haven't been any changes to the username (I was really hoping that they did, we'll talk about it soon)

Very curious, indeed. ...we DON'T talk about Ben trolling. let's not.

"But what does that mean for us?"

As much as flareglow is a hit-and-miss, there is a big chance that the Team has made these changes intentionally.

REASONING (+ REBUTTAL)

Before we can go over the theories (patience friends), we have to knock out the logical explanations for this:

Nothing Significant

That's it. What Cube said, it didn't mean anything significant. It can be so stupid that it could literally just be the Team wanting to see the fandom notice. For the sillies. Which is basically...

Just a Troll

Whoever changed the username, whether it was the Team or a hacker, they just wanted to make a harmless joke. It's pretty well known that the Team likes to troll with us every now and then.

Looking directly at Ben rn

I mean, we did get word from the Team addressing it, right? Case closed, pack it up. Right?

...And here's where it all comes crashing down:

Out of all the platforms, Steam was chosen. We are all familiar with how the Team likes to tease us for future arcs, one way or another. The most well-known is the banner changing in YT and other socials, but not Steam. The only other time Steam was involved that I could think of was during the Western Spaghetti arc, the train ARG map.

This is CUBE we're talking about. This is the same guy who likes to troll us, aside from Ben. Remember back when the PV website had the "That's all folks!" gif before changing it for WOTFI '24 with Ringmaster 4? Cube tweeted "I used the same website host don’t read into it too much". And THEN when it changed again with "4" being unmasked as Mr Puzzles, all Cube responded was "🥰". Cube, Ben, the whole Team is aware that we pay attention to these kinds of things. The PV website brought attention to WOTFI, it's only natural that the Team wanted us to pay attention to Steam for a reason. Not to bring flareglow into this HOWEVER, don't you find it curious that Cube questioned flareglow before the official comment but didn't do it for Steam? Not to mention the wording being completely off in the official. "doesn't mean anything significant" sounds very much like "don't worry about it :)", even if it turns out to be something dumb. It would've been so easy to say "it's just a troll".

The fact that the username chosen isn't the issue, it's why it was chosen to begin with. Even if you don't consider SMG3's internal fear of never being remembered or loved (4's "pathetic copy"), their names are almost identical from one number away. It seems pretty harmless. But how the hell did the jump go from "Glitch Productions" to "SMG3"? It could've been "SMG4" and have the fans second-guessing. OR use any of the other character names like SMG1 and 2. Now, the counter-rebuttal could be that "it fits 3's character", some fans have commented that "it's Youtube Arc all over again". Fair enough, I thought it could be a sweet callback. BUT (countercounter-rebuttal) it still didn't make sense. If 3 wanted to be discreet about it with a smoother transition from "Glitch Productions", he could've changed it to "Snitch Productions" (also a good callback). And if you think they don't remember that, the Team placed a poster of the logo in 3's room.

There's no clear motive. Like I said in number 3, there's no motive as to why 3 would change it. Well, if it was him. Bringing back to the PV website example, there was a conundrum on why Ringmaster 4 would be asking fans for WOTFI challenges when the Crew and 4 himself had no idea about Puzzle Park. I've predicted before that someone (in this case Mr Puzzles) was impersonating as Ringmaster 4 to confuse the fans and reusing his website for a new purpose while the real 4 wouldn't have any idea. Steam would be the same way; someone with access could easily change the username at will and decide to impersonate 3. And who else had access in the past? *cough cough* ARG map *cough cough*

The timing of these changes. Besides the "SMG3" username change, there's the second username change, claiming that it's "Not SMG3". In hindsight, that doesn't seem like a big deal but the whole thing has been going on for over 2 WEEKS. In their universe, if 3 was joking around and assuming that 4 regained control of the page, the question is why didn't 4 change it back to the OG username? In ours, the Team already knows that the fans noticed the change so why don't THEY change it back?

(BONUS: if I wasn't clear before, it can't be a hacker) If their Steam account was hacked, the first thing they wouldn't think to do would be to change the username. You would have to think like a criminal to understand what I mean. Strike big and fast, leave nothing to chance. Even if this "hacker" wanted to troll around, there would be no reason to change it to "SMG3". I would've expected a keymash or something inappropriate. And again, the Team could've addressed this in a more serious tone and brought the OG username back.

Logic Chess babyyyyy (and I'm eating the pieces)

THEORY TIME

This is it! Before I go on though, I want to state that we're gonna treat flareglow and steam as TWO separate mysteries due to the uncertainty that still lingers with the Spotify situation. Spotify simply sucks. (also let's not bring the nightmare of a song in here.)

Now, the moment you're all waiting for, cue the intro:

Each one will be based on a single element I nitpicked from the whole mystery. It'll be up to you whether or not a few relate to each other, and ofc if you believe any of it. They're simply my "interpretations". At the end would give my overall theory (but I don't think I need to).

"Nothing Significant"

Let's go in the opposite direction Cube has told us. The Team planned to bring attention (and it worked) for a reason, likely for a future arc. Though the username was the only thing that changed on the page, a new item/addon can drop in the workshop as the Team did for the ARG Map. As of the time I'm writing this, nothing has... yet.

It doesn't matter who was responsible for this in the SMG4 universe, SMG3 is involved in the situation voluntarily or by force.

Who's Really Behind the Screen?

First off, we would need to know who had access to the Steam page, and the channel in general if needed. By the roster we got, it would be 4, 3, and Mr Puzzles.

4 wouldn't make sense right away due to lack of current motive, so he's off the murder board... for now

3 might be taking care 4's account while our blue meme lord isn't around, similar to how 3 has during the IGBP arc (most notably the "Announcement..." video). As to why 4 isn't around, it's still too early to call. Either (1) 4's taking a vacation or (2) 4's in danger.

Then if it's not 3, that leaves Mr Puzzles. "But Mr Puzzles is in solitary confinement" Then answer me how Mr Puzzles was able to upload the ARG map without having to access it through 4's PC for Western Spaghetti. Or setting up the live stream for IGBP. Oh, he'll find a way. Besides, we thought Marty would be in jail forever and yet here we are.

Let's talk about motive: out of all three, Puzzles is the only one who currently has a motive. And I mean CURRENTLY. The year just started after all. If any of them get pushed over the edge, pressing the right buttons, 4 and 3 can get one too.

Aside from this, I see the two strange usernames as a sort of conversation:

These were made by two different characters in a dire hostage situation. Person 1, the victim, made the "SMG3" username to call for help to 3 or the victim being 3 himself through Steam to not bring TOO much attention but enough to get someone to notice. Person 2, noticing this later, quickly deflected and changed it to "Not SMG3" and told anyone who saw it to "Stop looking too deep". Almost like a warning.

These are two characters controlling one body AKA possession. Just like number one, Person 1 is calling out for help and Person 2 is trying to damage control and deny it. Except the host character is denying that anything's wrong with them and excuses it like they're sick or something.

Again, these two are how I interpreted but they're not the only ones.

Timing

So... about that hunch. Yeah, it was entirely based on the timing of these changes happened. I found it strange that just as the Team was coming from their break and getting back to work, both flareglow and steam mysteries occurred. And after the comment they left on the New Year's special, something was up according to past Ink.

So, thinking back to how the second username said "stop looking too deep", I kept track of the days the usernames stayed up online. I thought that the answer didn't have to be complicated at all. No ARG, no secret decoding. Basic math. If including the end date in the calculation:

"SMG3" = 3 days

"Not SMG3. Stop looking too deep" = 19 days (as of today)

And this could lead to two things:

(to get this out of the way) it could be a series of numbers we could use for a future password. Similarly how typing "carnival" from the associated episode at the time unlocked the PV website with Ringmaster 4. And the WOTFI website is still up soooooo.....

and now my hunch *sigh* the numbers could be a date for a future arc/event. It was already strange that it dropped days before the first episode of 2025, it then became stranger when the second username is still up to this day. Using the first username, the 3 days would translate to the 3rd month (March) and naturally, the second username, it would translate to the day. If you had known me, then you would've known how I exploded when I realized what big event also happened in March. When the world was never the same again. That's right: It's Gotta Be Perfect (18th of March). Yes, my hunch was goop!4 all along and the date would've been solid evidence that it was gonna come true. Big surprise coming from me. And I said, WOULD'VE because as you can see, we passed those 18 days. Yep, my hunch was just as it was, a load of shit 😔 Still, not all is lost, it could still lead to a date. March has 31 days so if the username changes anytime between now and Day 31, then this would still make it entirely possible.

The Final Theory

Here we are: what I believe what's going to happen in the future of the show. Having all the speculations in one pile made me realize that Cube may be right all along.

Why would it be anything significant when we already knew the answer?

If any of you were veteran followers of mine, first off thanks for sticking with me and my insane ramblings, and two, you might recall one of my first theories. The true first, in fact.

Made before WOTFI 2024, I theorized that the Puzzlevision Arc would come full circle, based on past arcs and hidden details, and it'll all end with an IGBP sequel (link to OG). Though it's dated, a lot of it still stands and in fact, there's even more evidence to support it. WOTFI 2025 arc, The Mario PC Virus, Mario reacts to the Best 2024 Memes. It all keeps coming back.

In the PV arc, Mr Puzzles did indeed launch his streaming service Puzzlevision. And ever wondered what happened to it? 🤔

"Take it from us! The food here is a must, In addition with your ticket, you get PuzzleVision+"

[Mind-controlled Crew // WOTFI 2024]

I suppose it's time for a name change:

PUZZLEVISION+ : NOW AIRING

And that means, goop!4 is still real 🎉 Only this time, Mr Puzzles would destroy the Crew without hesitation. Death, torture, and trauma? It's good entertainment after all. And for that, he would have to be calculated in his plans.

For PV+, he would have to get rid of Mario somehow for always ruining his plans

Western Spaghetti would also get a sequel, but he would have to get rid of Tari to drive Meggy fully insane (the betrayal from WOTFI).

and last but not least, IGBP. Mr Puzzles and 4: narrative foils, two sides of the same coin. Where it all started, it ends here. But if he wants to ensure his chances, Puzzles would have to get rid of 3, the one who saved 4 the first time. (See where I'm going with this?)

We already knew goop!4 and Mr Puzzles' return will eventually happen, the hints are all there, so there shouldn't be any surprise when it does. Nothing significant. But of course, our Crew would get through this, to quote Boopkins from IGBP:

“Love wins! Love always wins!”

[’It’s Gotta Be Perfect’ // timestamp 28:56]

Indeed, love has unironically the power the Crew needed to beat the countless battles they've encountered. Even if it comes with a price, love always remains.

And this also means we might get WOTFI Heist 2 WOOHOO

But hey, that’s just a theory…

AN SMG4 MINI-THEORY

🎶Thanks for dropping by🎶

Now if you excuse me, I'm gonna strangle the Team rn /silly

[veroniquesboutique]

i wanna hear you

JJK men and how they sound in the bedroom

feat. Satoru Gojo, Nanami Kento, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen, & Choso Kamo

genre: NSFW smutty one-shots

warnings: AFAB!Reader, female reader, PV sex, unprotected sex, pet names out the wazoo, light bondage & orgasm denial (gojo), overstimulation & toys (nanami), praise kink (geto), degradation & very mean & very rough & car sex & anal (toji), implied concubine & restraint & pain (sukuna), virginity & premature ejactulation (choso)

wc: ~3k

a/n: back on my JJK bs with my first attempt at a multi-character one-shot post like this. Content is NSFW and 18+, so minors DNI!

More (explicit) below the cut!

Satoru Gojo: subby whimpers and pleas

“Use me, use me, use me,” His voice cracks into a higher pitch as he whispers his chants, completely drunk on your lips and your pussy. He’s absolutely beautiful as his face contorts, scrunching and tensing, his jaw-dropping open to pant wildly as you continue to fuck yourself on his cock. Your lips find his jaw, and you drag your teeth gently against the skin there, bouncing harshly on his lap to take all of his length so deep in you that it’s making your toes go numb. 

“That’s what I’m doing, baby,” you murmur, and he moans out another whimper as he struggles against the restraints that are tying his hands behind the chair he’s sitting in. The incredibly lewd, slick squelching sounds of you taking him over and over and over echo in your dimly lit living room. One of your hands is wrapped in his hair, pulling the strands roughly to expose his neck to your grazing, searching lips, and your other hand is gripping his waist to stabilize yourself in his lap. Your knees are pressed into the back of the chair, and your legs are slotted in between his legs and the arms of the chair. 

You dig your nails in deeper to the skin just above his hip, and he starts at the sharp pain, panting so loudly he sounds like he’s hyperventilating.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m going to cum,” He warns, wanting to buck into you but slipping without any leverage.

“Are you? Are you close?” You whimper mockingly back, and he nods as you bear down in his lap and grind yourself against him. His eyes roll to the back of his head, letting you bend to lick at his collarbones and bite at the blushing skin there.

“Yes, yes, yes, I am, yes.”

You shoot up, letting his cock slide fully out of you and bounce against his lap. He cries out at the sudden loss of your warm, tight cunt. 

“Says who?” You coo, pulling his hair to make him look at you again, and he looks so overwhelmed he might cry. 

“Please?” He pleas, desperate, but you raise your eyebrows at him. That’s not good enough to get what he wants. “Please, please, please let me cum. I’m begging, please.”

You reach down between your bodies to stroke his cock with your hand, menacingly slowly as you lean in to speak your next words directly into his mouth, kissing him. He completely dissolves at the feeling, the whimpers coming out of his mouth wet and needy.

“I’ll let you know when you can.”

Nanami Kento: talking you through it

“Look at me, pretty girl, look me in the eyes please,” His voice is stern but warm, and it’s the only thing that breaks through the fog of your impending orgasm. You lift your heavy head and open your eyes to see his beautiful brown eyes staring down at you, dripping in lust as his jaw clenches at the sight of you melting for him.

His middle and ring finger are curled deep inside you, pressing harshly against your g spot and making your legs jelly. You’re lying in bed, fully naked and exposed to him, but all he’s given you is taking off the leopard print tie from around his neck and pushing up his sleeves to reveal his forearms. As he thrusts inside you, the veins on his arms pop, and if you were anywhere in your right mind before, you aren’t now.

His other hand is holding a vibrator against your clit. The pleasure swirling through your body is dizzying, making all of your nerves stand on end as he roughly fucks you.

He’s clearly straining against his suit pants, but he has always been a patient man, putting your pleasure before his many times over.

“I-I can’t-” You pant out, your whole body tensing as the coil tightens and tightens deep in your core.

“Yes, you can, sweetness, I know you can. You’re going to cum for me, okay?” His voice is still so, so strong, and the words cradle your body, sweeping against your overly sensitive skin to make you shiver. You nod because if it’s what Kento wants, then you’re going to give it to him.

“Okay, okay,” You pant out, desperately trying to keep your eyes open and locked on him as he continues to massage deep in you, and when that coil finally snaps, you feel yourself gush out all over his hand and arm, your legs shaking violently in time with the vibrations from the toy still pressing into your clit.

“There we go, there we go,” He groans out, his voice deepening into a syrupy sweet chocolate sound, dark and full of desire. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” You moan out, throwing your head back and arching against the bed as he slows his fingers. Even still, as your toes curl and your whole body spasms with overstimulation, he doesn’t pull out, and he doesn’t take the overwhelming vibrations away from the sensitive spots between your thighs.

You thrash lightly against the bed, unable to even think as he slowly starts to press into your sore g spot again.

“Now just give me another one, pretty girl. One more, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Suguru Geto: praise, praise, and more praise

“Oh good girl, you look so beautiful taking all of me like that,” He whispers into the shell of your ear, his hair tickling the skin on your face and neck and chest as he slowly fucks his length deep into you. You can feel the tip of his cock kiss at your cervix, and it makes your whole body tense in surprise, not used to feeling anything this deep inside you. 

“Darling, it’s okay, you’re going to feel so, so good,” He murmurs softly, shifting the pillow under your hips just slightly to give him a better angle. You press your knees into his waist as he bottoms out again, and you moan out so lewdly, it’s nearly pornographic.

“A-already so good,” You stutter, squeezing your eyes shut so your whole body is overwhelmed by him him him only him. 

“You’re making me feel so good too,” He kisses at the skin just under your earlobe, making you shiver at the softness of his mouth compared to the splitting pleasure of his cock between your legs. “The way your pussy is taking me all in, God, it’s my favorite.”

You whimper a little, and his hand comes up to caress the base of your neck, squeezing there so gently that it just feels like tight pressure. He licks a line from your jaw back to your ear as his hips slowly start to pick up speed.

His other hand comes to the back of your thigh, pressing you up and open ever so slightly, but this other change in angle has him hitting exactly where he needs to deep inside you. You mewl out, and you press your lips against his neck, your lips finding his Adam’s apple and grazing it gently with your teeth. He gently chuckles deep in your ear, his voice so soft and heavy in your chest that it makes your neck tense up. 

“Use your pretty voice to tell me what you need, baby girl,” He asks, and you pant, bringing your nails to his back to hold on tight as he fucks you into oblivion.

“M-my…” You whimper against his skin, the words dying in your throat with every thrust and the inching feeling of embarrassment in your stomach. “My…”

“Go ahead, baby girl, I want to hear you say it,” He whispers again, slowing slightly to give your brain time to think.

“My clit,” You whimper, nuzzling into his shoulder to hide your face in embarrassment, but you’re immediately rewarded by his strong, rough fingers circling your needy clit, and it makes you melt into the sheets.

“See, darling, all you have to do is ask. You look so pretty losing your mind on my cock. I’ll do anything to make you cum.”

Toji Fushiguro: degradation that makes you cry

“You fucking whore, good for just your holes. Nothin’ else,” He grunts, landing a harsh spank on your ass that makes you yelp, your face being pushed harshly into the headrest of the backseat as he takes you from behind. 

“Toji,” You whine, kicking your feet a little as he bullies deep inside you, roughly slamming his hips against yours. “You’re being mean.”

“And you’re being a whore. Honey, if the shoe fits,” He laughs at you, and one of his hands finds the hair on the back of your head, pulling it roughly and snapping your head up. You can feel him skewering you deep, and it’s like he has no regard for your pleasure.

“It hurts, Toji,” You moan, shimmying your hips to change the angle, but he spanks you again, leaving a red hand shape on your flesh that’ll slowly bruise over the course of the night.

“You should’ve thought about that before you wore that dress out to dinner,” He leans into you, and you can feel his balls slapping against your clit so aggressively that it’s making your toes curl and your mouth drool. “You got me all hard. Gotta do something about it.”

“Could’ve waited until we got home,” You whine again, and his hand in your hair grips you tighter, pulling you up so he can speak darkly directly into your ear.

“You wanna say that again, slut?” He asks, his hand now wrapping around your throat and testing a squeeze, and you gulp down your words, closing your eyes as you come up to grab his wrist.

“N-no.”

“Good.” He lets go, and you fall forward again, letting him absolutely fuck you to ruin. His hand rests against your ass, and suddenly, you feel his thumb pressing against your asshole. You gasp, tensing your whole body, but you let him rub against your hole because telling him no at this point would just make him angrier. He spits, the warm wetness dripping between your cheeks, and without warning, he hooks his thumb into the tight muscle, making you cry out, rosy cheeked and tears brimming.

“That feel good, mama?” He laughs at you again, and you whimper out a moan, pushing your hips back to feel him deeper inside you, your brain melting out your ears at the feeling of both holes being used. He spanks you again with his other hand, his hips now chasing his orgasm deep in you at the look of you enjoying being used by him. Your hand comes up to pull at your own nipple, your leaking eyes looking back to meet his.

“I knew you liked it when I used you like this. Now I gotta make sure you remember this when you sit at dinner. Keep my little whore sore and needy”

Ryomen Sukuna: animalistic grunts, growls, and the occasional howl

“Take all of me,” He groans out the command as you obediently hold your knees near your shoulders, keeping your thighs spread wide for him as he fucks his thick, overbearing cock into your walls with such savage ferity that it reminds you that Sukuna isn’t human at all. What above you is a curse - the king of curses - and he has lost himself in the inviting wetness of your cunt just as he does every night when he comes back to your room. 

The cold stone of the floor hurts your back as he rams into you, but you can’t really focus on it because all of your senses are being overwhelmed by his presence. He’s grunting directly in your face, his teeth finding your lips and biting at you, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth to chew on, and it hurts so good. 

“M-my lord,” You moan out, squeezing the flesh of your thighs harder as his smell makes your brain dizzy, something so earthy and spicy that you can feel it burn you at the back of your throat as his tongue chokes you, squirming into your mouth to taste all of you. At your words, he groans deep, so deep it rumbles the window in the frame, and two of his hands find yours, peeling your fingers from your thighs and holding your wrists above your head. His other two hands replace yours to hold you open, and you let out a small sound when he pushes you wider than you held yourself. 

Your slick wetness is running out of you as your body frantically tries to accommodate his ever thickening cock. There’s a slapping sound every time he bottoms out in you, and it echoes in the cold, cold room without anything to dampen the sound. The collar around your neck feels tight as you try to gulp in air, and the chain connecting you to the frame of your bed is taut as he pulls your body closer and closer to him. 

He growls in your ear as you squeeze your fingers around his hand, your eyes fluttering closed as soft pants leave your tongue, so sweet and innocent for the way he’s ruining your body. He drops his mouth to your neck, and you stretch it out, submitting to him fully. 

“Please, my lord,” You beg, and you can feel him smile slightly against your skin before he bites down harshly right where your neck melts into your shoulder. It hurts so bad that your eyes spring with tears, but the pain is numbed by the pleasure of him fucking even harder into you. His teeth stay gripping into you as he pushes you so far apart that your knees hit the floor, and you can feel how your thighs are going to be sore in the morning. You’ll be unable to walk, but it doesn’t matter.

“Thank you, thank you,” You pant out, the tears dripping delicately off your eyelashes, and he responds with another deep growl, licking at the teeth marks he’s left in your skin.

“Silence. Focus on taking me; you have a long night ahead of you.”

Choso Kamo: virginal cries in pleasurable surprise

“Wait, wait, what are you-” He cuts his own words off with a loud cry, his whole body tensing, back arching, head thrown back and eyes rolling in his skull, as you guide his cock into your clenching pussy for the first time. Every time you’d been with Choso before this, you’d kept it contained to just mouth and hand stuff, but you couldn’t wait any longer to have him inside of you.

What better way to teach the birds and the bees than hands-on learning?

“Oh my God, oh my God,” He whispers, squeezing his eyes tight as you slowly move against him. You’re straddling him on your bed, taking the lead to show him how good he could really feel.

“Does that feel good, Cho?” You coo, letting him slide in and out of you, holding yourself up with your palms pressed against his chest.

“Unbelievably good!” He cries out, his hands coming up to grip your hips tightly as you begin to ride him. “You kept this from me?”

You laugh a little, throwing your own head back to let your hair waterfall down your back. “If I gave you too much immediately, you’d be spoiled.”

Now his hips are bucking up to meet yours, and you can feel his heartbeat throbbing deep inside you from how overwhelmed his body is. He does you the favor of bringing one of his hands in front of you, placing his thumb on your clit like you taught him to just a few weeks ago. He’s gotten pretty good at it, and you reward his attempts with a loud moan.

“A-am I doing it right?” He asks, breathless, his eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as he watches your body writhe on his, absolutely entranced by the way your breasts bounce and your stomach and thighs ripple with the impact your hips against his. He loves the way you stretch your neck out and back, and he wishes he could lean up to bite the skin there, wondering how hard he’d have to bite to make you bleed-

His thoughts are interrupted as you clench around his length, and you bite your bottom lip tight, looking back down at him with heavy lidded eyes.

“Fuck, babe, you’re doing it so right,” You praise, your body heating up with the way he’s thumbing against your clit.

The way you look right now, it’s driving him absolutely crazy. His head is hazy, completely lost at the way you look, and it’s making him lose his fucking mind-

“Oh God!” He cries loudly, his whole body convulsing as he cums suddenly inside you, and you freeze, surprised at how little it took to get him there. He shakes under you, the cries pouring from his mouth stuttering as his body comes off the orgasm.

When he finally calms, he looks up at you in surprise and embarrassment.

“Are you okay?” You ask, staring down at him in concern, but he just blushes at your words.

“Y-yeah, I just…came too quickly…”

You purr at his words, leaning down with a small smirk to kiss his lips ever so softly.

“It’s okay, Cho. We’ll just have to go again when you’re ready.”

[confront-ation]

Naruto Live Spectacle (and Road of Naruto)

The first two parts of Naruto Live Spectacle run for two hours. The first one retells the first part of the manga, and the parts that do not directly relate to the main storyline (Naruto and Sasuke) are cut out. There are completely no Chunin exams arc and Tsunade search arc. But the Land of Waves arc is shown quite fully there, with all the necessary dialogues about the "most precious" and love and power. Clearly, the priority is on themes and content, rather than battles and events. Next comes the battle with Gaara (which also contains dialogues about love from Yashamaru) and VOTE1. This is probably the best option for adapting the first part in two hours.

The situation is similar with the second part, which adapts the first four arcs of Shippuden. There's nothing that doesn't include Sasuke. There is no Kazekage rescue arc and Team 8's battle against Akatsuki (but there is the creation of a Rasenshuriken). But all the quarrels between Naruto and Sai about Sasuke are included, lol. Priorities here...

This is a kind of Sasuke Shippuden tbh, his arc with Itachi is central here. It's obvious that the director is a Sasuke fan.

Some scenes legally look like a Romeo and Juliet production.

I immediately remembered the PV "Road of Naruto", which also briefly retells Naruto. Everything there consists of battles and there is almost nothing beyond them in general. And there is a very strange prioritization. Chunin exams take the most time (1:55 minutes out of 9:30) there. The Fourth Shinobi World War is mainly shown in a slide show. The battle against Madara at the end lasts 4 seconds, like???

But the funniest thing there is the Kage Summit arc. It SCREAMS that the director hates Sasuke because... Well, first there are intentionally several seconds about how Gokage kicks Sasuke's ass, and not the other way around, and then the emphasis is on all his "terrible crimes" in this arc. In particular, the attack on Sakura, who attacked him first, lol. This is the most disgusting summary you can think of.

I just like the comparison of these two summary. They have a different format, but that's not even the main difference. They focus on different things and it is obvious from them how their creators see "Naruto" as a whole.

[cillians-sweetheart]

hello hon, how are you doing? if you're taking requests please i need to read a slow burn about jim tds x reader. large age gap, smut, whatever you wanna add!!!

Hello, I’m going great thank you :) and of course!! I’m not sure if it’s exactly what you were expecting but I hope you like it!! 🤍

The Teachers Possession- Jim TDS

Teacher!Jim(45) x Student!Reader(18)

Plot: When starting a new high school English class Y/N has been looking forward to, she meets a teacher who overtime begins to grow intensely obsessed with her. He craves every little of her, and daydreams of her to an unhealthy extent… which later leads to him risking everything to have her.

Content: age-gap, smut, extreme obsession and possessiveness, perverted and addictive thoughts and behaviours, masturbation (m), leg kink, kissing, unprotected pv, oral (f), desk sex, dub-con, online stalking, semi-public sex

(Because we don't know Jim's last name in The Delinquent Season, we're just gonna say his last name is Murphy in this scenario.)

Starting my final grade of highschool and second semester, I was placed into the advanced english class I’ve been meaning; and was excited to do.

The first few days were normal as they were just introductions and getting to know the classroom. The teacher had an unusual way of teaching and introducing. He was older, tall, fit, and uncomfortably observant. Eye contact felt like your eyes were melting when you looked at him. They were eyes so gentle, yet so terrifying.

I always found him quite alluring looking–different for sure–unlike others who either are all the way or not at all for him. I thought he was quite interesting with how he taught and talked.

After those few days, He stood in the front of the room with a paper gripped in his hand, and his eyes scanning over the room. Everyone became quiet and turned forward.

“Okay,” He pulled the paper up closer to his face. “I have made a seating arrangement.”

Kids groaned and complained to their friends sitting next to them. And Mr Murphy began pointing to seats, assigning them to peoples names. I sat waiting for him to call on me, and when he did, he held a long stare and pointed to the table directly across from his.

I grabbed my bag and moved to the front of the room at that one desk where you were so close you could read every sheet of paper on his desk. His eyes followed me to the desk, glued to my legs.

At first I did not like sitting so close to the front, or to the teacher, but as a week passed I hadn’t cared anymore. I was first in line to get the assignments, and always the first hand, and person he saw. To others it appeared I was the only person he saw. I personally had not noticed how much our eyes would meet during class, or how filthy his thoughts of me were.

When class began, he added to the lecture he gave yesterday. But his gaze would continuously turn to me and my sweet legs. Beneath the desk he would watch as my thighs shuffled and lifted. Deep in his mind–behind his knowledge of literature–were thoughts and fantasies of how good my little legs would look wrapped around his waist, and how my soft, pink lips would feel on his skin…

Nearing the end of the class while everyone began to pack their things, I took my time in finishing my assignment. I hadn’t been too worried about packing up before the bell as I hadn't had anywhere to be during my lunch break, nor anyone to meet up with.

When the bell did ring, kids ran from the room and crowded in the hallway. And before I was about to leave as well, Mr Murphy stopped me and called my name with a friendly smile.

“Y/N, stay for a moment.”

I paused with my bag on my shoulder and stood in front of his desk. “Oh okay” I grinned back at him and looked down into blue eyes.

My Murphy leaned back into his chair and exhaled, “How are you finding the class so far?”

“Good, good. I love writing so,” I chuckled.

He nodded, “That’s good… I’ve read some of your pieces, you are very talented.” His eyes trailed from my eyes, to my bare legs, “You have a gift.”

I blushed and my legs crossed while standing before him. “Thanks…”

His stare didn’t move from my legs as they shuffled, and as my dress slightly ran up my thighs. He nearly groaned to himself as his mind, and imagination ran into a vivid thought of me beneath him.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about your writing,” His eyes snapped back to my face and he cleared his throat. “Your style… is so different. It goes against the normality of basic literature, but flows much better than the rest.” I smiled, flattered by his praise, “Incredibly unique you are. But definitely in a good way.”

“Thank you sir,” My cheeks went hot and pink, “I try.”

“You’re welcome,” His voice was gentle but firm. “You can go now.”

I nodded with my lips flattened and turned towards the door across the classroom. He stared, admiring the back of my dress and body. His sigh was heavy as he fell back into his chair, still his eyes not being able to pull away from my legs, thighs, and the little bits of my plushy bottom peeking out from underneath.

For the remainder of the day he was nothing but eager to be home, and alone. The tension from his fantasies and lust-filled thoughts soon became too hard to hide. HIs final lesson was spent sitting at his desk while he taught. He hadn’t dared let his secrets be revealed. Not until he could be alone.

And when he was, arriving to his house as soon as he could after that final bell, he slammed the door to his home and quickly walked up the stairs to his empty bedroom. His pants were eagerly kicked and pulled off, and his hard cock was held tightly in his hands.

Thoughts of my thighs around him, and my moans, filled his mind while he forcefully fucked his fist. He could just imagine the way my soft lips would feel wrapped around his thick cock; sucking him eagerly while on my knees.

He clutched tight and groaned as his cock rapidly twitched in his hand. With such vivid fantasies he couldn’t last more than 5 minutes. His breath came out hot and heavy making the air feel thick. He moaned deeply while his cum shot from his pulsing tip, the relief and satisfaction rushing over him from head to toe.

I on the other hand had not suspected there could be such tension between my teacher and I. I was completely clueless; naive to how he would act around me or while alone. An innocent mind as my own wouldn’t be able to comprehend such filth, and perversion that lived in Jim’s mind. And as time went on–day after day– the worse, and more obsessive he got. The sessions he had late at night became far more frequent, his phone filled with every photo of me he could find off social media, and his screen each night was soaked in his hot cum as he would finish on a photo of my ‘pretty, pretty face.’

It was an addiction he began to stop feeling guilty about. But it wasn’t just an addiction, he had fallen in love. A type of love he had never experienced, nor felt for anyone ever before. I was the one he wanted all to himself, the girl–if she loved him back– would do absolutely anything and everything for.

That next day at school while I entered his classroom, his eyes immediately darted from his computer screen to me, and my perfect legs that were hugged tightly by my thin leggings. I grinned to Mr Murphy as I came in front of both his and I’s desk.

“Good morning.” He spoke, and grinned in response to mine.

“Morning.” I set my bag down onto the floor next to my chair, and bent forward to dig for my books. I had not done it intentionally of course, but in his mind it really was.

Quickly his eyes glanced back to the kids who hadn't been paying attention at the back of the classroom, then while not being watched, he looked straight between my legs as I bent further and further to the deepest part of my bag.

Through the thin fabric he could see everything. My curvy butt and hips, and the outline of my plump pussy fully on display for him. He roughly grabbed at his pants and squeezed his cock beneath his desk. And before I were to stand back up he quickly grabbed his phone with his free hand and zoomed the camera in to take a picture. Just as he did I stood back up with my books and he was relieved to have been able to save this moment forever in his photo album.

As the class went on, in between his sentences I would notice his eyes meeting mine continuously. Like magnets being pulled closer and closer together. Again it was nothing I over thought about. I liked the attention, and thought nothing unusual about it. He would look at all his students this way, right?

But he hadn’t. No other woman, student, or being would ever be looked at the same as he looked at me. It was a look of adoration, and seduction; hidden beneath his pearly blue eyes. How truly alluring they were…

“Y/N.” He called on me.

“What?” I looked around the room, then to him.

“Tell everyone about your essay topic–and pay attention,” His gaze turned to the majority of the class. “This is what gets you a good grade on exams, and written assignments,” He pointed. “A real, intriguing paper.”

”Oh, um…” I froze while the students and Mr Murphy starred, awaiting my answer. Near the beginning of the class we were given the task to write an essay on how we believe that cruelness and discrimination can be cured within our society. Where, “I wrote about how though selfishness and tactlessness are unpleasant traits, they are what could reduce the amount of hate as people would be caring more about themselves rather than degrading and discriminating against others who are different.”

Mr Murphy shook his head and grinned to himself, “Brilliant…Different,” His tone got louder. “But new, different perspectives is what makes your study interesting. No teacher will find excellence in those who all say what they should believe, rather than what they truly believe.” He paused for a moment while his eyes scanned around the room to all the careless students. “Anyways, brilliant thought Y/N. Moving on.” He turned his back to the room and began to scribble onto the whiteboard behind him.

I was slightly embarrassed being called out in front of the class, but flattered to receive such praise from the teacher everyone called picky, and ‘hard to please.’ This class, being one I craved to do well in, and enjoyed, felt much lighter knowing I had the approval of my teacher. It made my stomach flutter.

After class, just as the bell rang, all the students ran from the classroom before Mr Murphy could say another word about. the homework assignment I hadn’t cared for so I didn’t try to escape it, or him.

Again I took my time packing and getting myself ready to go. I felt an unusual, but pulling energy between Mr Murphy and I. I could feel his eyes glaring like he was looking through me. It made me feel as if I couldn’t leave; his eyes holding me hostage. And with the classroom now being empty, the tension was stronger than ever.

Before I was about to leave, throwing my bag over my shoulder, Mr Murphy stood from his desk chair and came around his desk to me. Slowly his tall figure began to overlook me, my head rising higher the closer he got. My body felt heavy, as though it became filled with sand.

I looked up into his eyes and his large hand reached out to me. He slowly stroked my hair, and his fingers intertwined with the silky strands. My body weakened before his touch and I saw the hints of lust hiding beneath his eyes.

I hadn’t known what to say, or if I should say anything at all. But the energy between us spoke louder than any word ever could. And when his hand went from my hair to the delicate skin of my cheek.

“You’re so beautiful…” He whispered with admiration, and his thumb lightly traced over my bottom lip. But then suddenly he pulled himself away from me. He cleared his throat and took his hand from my cheek. “I have a meeting to get to. See you tomorrow.” I froze in my spot and my eyes followed him as he quickly walked past me and out of the classroom. My gaze lingered to his tall figure as he disappeared into the crowds of students in the hall.

I didn't know what to feel besides confusion. It took me several minutes to pull my attention back into focus to leave the classroom. And when I did I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall for the remainder of my lunch break.

The feelings running through my mind and body were too much to handle. I was overwhelmed with both feeling flustered and unsettled.

Jim on the other hand looked as though he was fine but on the inside while sitting at his meeting felt his blood going cold; feeling both terrified and aroused. He wasn't able, nor did he care to pay attention to what any of the other English teachers had to say.

As school ended and I was on my way home the image of Mr Murphy and I wouldn't leave my mind. It didn’t feel right, but it didn't feel wrong either. The best option I had was to ignore it; push it deep into the back of my brain.

I wish I could say it worked, but of course it had not. Both Mr Murphy and I shared the experience of not being able to get off of one another's minds. From the very moment it happened to late at night when we both lied in our bed with two completely different thoughts, and ideas of each other…

Jim lied on his back holding the phone screen close to his face. He stared intently at the picture of my plushy butt and round, beautiful looking pussy; roughly beating his cock. He groaned heavily as he imagined just how good it would feel to pound his cock deep into me. Shoving, and forcing in every inch until I stretched painfully around him. There was nothing he could ever want more, and nothing that could stop him from making me completely his. He made it his mission to get what he wanted. No matter what was to happen, I would be made all for him.

So that next day–when English was my last period–he gathered himself and patiently waited until that final bell rang and the school would be empty.

“Y/N.” He called out to me firmly as I was about to leave the classroom. I stopped just in front of the door and turned to him.

He stood by his desk, with his hands in his jean pockets; an unsettling look held deep in his eyes. “Close the door.”

I closed the door behind me slowly and my body felt cold in fear. “A-Am I in trouble?” I asked with my voice quiet and fearful.

Mr Murphy grinned and lowered his head. “No,” He looked back up to me. “Not at all.”

I felt relief wash over me and my blood returned back to my face. Still I was nervous as to why I was made to stay here, but how bad could it be if I wasn't in trouble?

“So why did you want me to stay?” I asked delicately while slowly walking towards him. His gaze lowered and softened the closer I got to him.

“I just want to be with you…” He paused, admiring me with his eyes. “Do you know how perfect you are?” He said suddenly.

I blushed; going a deep red, and my heart sank into my stomach. “N-No”

My Murphy took long steps towards me, and our bodies became just inches away from each other. His hand came down to my face, and his rough skin caressed my cheek lovingly. My eyes and legs fluttered to his touch. I couldn’t look away…

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen…” He whispered while his thumb rubbed over my lips. “No one could ever love you more than I do.”

“Really?” My eyes were big, and filled with submission looking up to him as his other hand came to my face. He didn't say anything, but lightly rubbed my soft cheeks with his thumbs. I’d been so lost in his gaze that I hadn't noticed his face coming closer to mine. Not until he pulled my face into his and kissed my lips.

I froze as he kissed me, but the more he did, the more right it began to feel. I kissed back and felt the tension rising between us. My hands ran up his neck, and his glided down my sides to my hips. He pulled me tight against his body; not leaving an inch between us.

He lifted beneath me and sat me down onto the edge of his desk. Our lips had not separated, but became more sloppy and intimate. And his hips leaned in between my legs to press tightly against me. He groaned into my lips, and I felt a hard poke against my clothed pussy.

On the inside my heart was pounding against my chest, with anxiety but also the adrenaline of need and excitement. Mr Murphy’s rough hands squeezed at my hips, and his fingers dug into the sides of my pants. He pulled me in closer to him as he eagerly jerked my pants down over my thighs, and legs.

Once he began, he couldn't stop himself. Jim’s hands caressed every inch of my bare skin that he could. It made him painfully hard, feeling just how real and soft I was.

His lips kissed down to my neck while he desperately undid his belt, pulling it from his pants. It hit the floor with a clang, along with my panties that he ripped from my legs. He then pulled his lips away from me and straightened himself. I looked up to him with submissive eyes while he quickly took his cock from his pants. My eyes glared down at him, and I felt fear run through my body. There was no way that could fit in me.

He rubbed his wet, pink tip along my sensitive, virgin pussy. I looked back up at him and he groaned at the sight. It didn't feel real at all. He needed to give himself reassurance, something to prove that it was and not again one of his fantasies.

With one quick movement he thrusted his hips and shoved his cock deep into my small hole. I whimpered loudly and my skin stretched. Mr Murphy groaned deeply, feeling me squeezing around him and he began to pull back. He looked me in the eyes while he forcefully thrusted his thick cock into me again. I bit at my lip and moaned with both pleasure and pain.

His hands gripped onto the desk and his hips began to pound faster, and harder into my tiny pussy. My whimpering and moaning got louder as I felt such things I’ve never had before. And Jim felt as though he was gonna finish already. With the obsession he's had, and the fantasies he's created, there was no way he could last alone, so how would he while inside my real pussy.

Mr Murphy couldn't pull his eyes away from between us. He moaned at just how good it felt and how cute my pussy looked, swallowing his every inch.

“You like that?” He huffed and grabbed my face. All I could do was moan and nod. “Oh you’re such a good girl.” He thrusted harder, making my eyes widen and my lips gasp. The look on his face was feral and demanding as he beat between my legs. “Fuck….I’m gonna cum,” He panted; I grew louder with high pitched moans. The sounds of both him and I, and the slapping of his cock in my wet pussy, filled the darkening room.

Jim grabbed beneath my thighs and pulled me in tighter against him. His cock sunk deeper into me and he held my legs up, spreading them as far as they could go. I couldn’t look away from what he had been doing to me. It all happened so quickly, but felt unbelievable.

My whimpers became more desperate for him, and my eyes returned up to his. With that, as his eye met mine he groaned and shot his thick cum into my cervix. I watched him, and looked deep into his eyes while he came in me. Something about it just made me crave more.

He gasped and panted, slowly thrusting and emptying himself into my tiny hole. And when he pulled out I felt a wave of emptiness… but it soon filled as he quickly fell to his knees, forcefully spreading me to fuck me with a tongue.

My whole body shivered as I felt his wet tongue overstimulating my sensitive clit and hole. I cried out a sweet sound that rehardened his cock. He could’ve never expected me to taste such a way, and the way those blue eyes looked up to me while he licked in such delicate circles made my legs shake.

I was soft on his tongue, and so sweet. Beneath the desk and began to again forcefully beat his cock in his hand. He moaned and whimpered into my pussy, while still managing to lick profusely.

My teeth clenched down onto my bottom lip and my fingers held tightly onto the wooden desk. I was so lost with my eyes disappearing into the back of my head, I hadn’t noticed Jim cumming again and again. And for me, I could feel my body becoming overwhelmed with the intense, tight feeling both his cock and tongue had caused me. My body grew hot and my legs shook and shot up. His tongue with a great speed licked, and sucked at my clit, and thick amount of wetness spread onto his face and my inner thighs.

Those beautiful lips of his glistened with my wetness as my stomach turned and ached with pleasure. He could feel me pulse against his lips, and his tongue slowed and eased with my orgasm as it faded away.

He pulled me through it all and it had been the best thing i'd ever felt and done. And for him, he could say the same as his cock dripped and fell weak. Mr Murphy stood back to his feet and tucked himself back into his pants. He leaned into me and kissed me gently, making me taste myself on his lips. “Oh I love you,” He moaned between breathless kisses.

And what felt almost instinct, I said, “I love you too.” And grabbed his hair pulling his lips down harder against mine.

”Why don't you let me drive you home baby,” He panted and just barely took his lips from mine. “And I’ll tell you just how much I need you.”

[casual-praxis]

Don’t feed the spiders, they might become attached.

The Gas Station AU is a trip, and that’s about the only thing I can think to add to this. Nothing in particular is being referenced here, I just wanted to draw a somewhat abstract portrayal of Red and Vio’s dynamic.

At the start Red actually had his correct colors, but as the drawing progressed they steadily got subdued under Vio’s colors, which kinda fits all things considered.

More rambling below the cut for anyone interested—as well as a few alt coloring versions! :)

I’ve had this idea in my head for a while now, it just took a bit to actually get around to drawing it.

The relationship between Red and Vio is something I think about a lot, despite them not being the focus characters of the AU. It’s gone through a few changes since the start, but since they’re a background pairing, it’s not likely it’ll come up very often.

The spiders crawling around Red come directly from Vio's demon form; they're the extra eyes dotted around his body. They can detach and roam about as seen here, though they never actually swarm Red like this. The only one Red ever has on him is the small one in his hair.

As for what the flower is for. I was mainly inspired by the song Shun-ran by John, specifically the part where the pv character is stabbed by a rose. Whether the song itself reflects Red remains to be seen, but it's an interesting thought. :)

It also doubles as a literal interpretation of Vio's full name in the AU.

Behold, the Death Bloom.

There's a lot of hidden details that really only make sense to me at the moment, but Red's expression being hidden, him flashing a peace sign, a spider being in his pocket, a spider being on his left hand, and the flower stem poking through the general location of his heart all have small meanings. Some might be obvious when pointed out, others not so much.

Speaking of details, here's a few alternative versions I ended up with. Am still as indecisive as ever when it comes to these things.

No cross-out lines, looks way more smooth:

No flower, but nothing adjusted to account for that, whoops (also a hidden spider appears):

Adding red back into the cross-out lines:

All effects removed, so he’s actually red again (still got that flower though..):

Pls ignore the fact I forgot the stitching on his hoodie. I have no idea how I managed that but I’m too lazy to go back and fix it, sadly.

[murder-cookie-dust393]

i have a fic request, but no need to rush it lol

Pv and MC are in a normal relationship (like, pv isnt a yandere yet) but MC starts to feel that pv is always busy and cares about his fight with dark enchantress more than he cares for them. This goes on for a while and after some miscommunication because of MC not telling ov how they feel, MC decides that they want a divore.

Pv is heartbroken but accepts when the desicion is first made, MC thinks it is a mutual agreement. But as the divorce progresses, pv starts to overthink the situation and starts to hate the idea of divorcing MC. He thinks that it is his fault and convinces himself that if he only pays attention to mc, if he spoils them maybe they could live him again

Before the divorce could finalize, he ends up locking mc in his castle going full yandere mode (possibly trying to kill the poor lawyer)

-🍋

Pure Vanilla fic here we go- a total of 786 words in an hour

Tw: kidnapping? But more like MC moves locations within the same building?, trapping, fluffy affections at uncomfortable moments

"I want a divorce."

The words made Pure Vanilla taken a back, but he didn't show it. He blinked before questioning, "May I ask why?" His eyes were open, more alert than ever, despite his blindness. He wasn't offended by the decision, but still saddened.

"I just think you prioritize the upcoming war more than our marriage, and I think it's best that we part." MC mumbled, keeping themselves at a slight distance from him. Their expression showed no emotion, other than the slight awkwardness of the statement itself.

For a moment, he was silent; thinking of the possible split. He decides it may be the best after all, no matter how much of a shadow it brings upon his life. It is true that the war has taken up his mind. "Alright. I accept your proposal." His eyes close once more, and instead his staff's eye opens: directly staring at them with its single eye.

"Great. We can start arranging the documents and legal process soon." They then left his study, leaving him to wander within his own thoughts. He sat there on his chair, blankly. staring at the cup of tea on his desk. Until the tears started to flow. He couldn't help himself as he started to cry quietly.

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Over the next few weeks, the two had multiple meetings with a lawyer, to divide anything if they had to, and what the future in the becoming would be like. MC happily went through the process, wanting their divorce to go through smoothly. After all, Pure Vanilla had agreed to it without any complaints or breakdowns.

Or so they thought.

Meanwhile, Pure Vanilla was miserable. Every night he lay awake in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. In his deep thoughts, he's come to the conclusion that if he were to give them all of his attention and his affection, they would be happy again. Their marriage could be saved, and they wouldn't have to go through this idiotic process of a divorce.

Yes, he would stop the split. He won't let them leave. He needs them more than he needs the return of White Lily. Night or day, it doesn't matter; he'll keep his eyes trained on them for every second. But with the divorce already in process, what can he do? They're already planning to leave him...

Unless if he forcibly keeps them. Yes that'll do. They might have a fight or two, but it's alright, his love will fix them right up. Then they can have a lovely marriage again!

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The night before the lawyer came to let them sign their divorce papers, Pure Vanilla carefully carries MC to their ex-martial bed, a wicked smile plastered on his face the entire time. He gives them a little peck on their forehead, before going to the robot cellar not too far from the castle.

The following day, MC woke up, and found themselves in Pure Vanilla's their room, wondering how did they end up there. They go for the door, but when they try to open it, it was still tightly shut. What was going on?

They look out the nearby window, and notice a hoard of wafflebots guarding the castle, one even not far from the balcony just outside. Speaking of window, why was it barred? It's not enough to restrain the view of the landscape a far, but the gaps are too small to get a cookie through.

The more time they spend observing things, the more they feel like they're in a jail cell.

Just then, someone enters: Pure Vanilla himself. He was holding a tray of tea and biscuits/crackers. "Ah bluebell, you're awake! I hope your sleep was lovely, dear." He sets down the platter, approaching them.

They step back, a bit fearful of everything. "Pure Vanilla, how did I get here?" Their voice is a bit shaky, their eyes glancing around the room rapidly.

"Oh that doesn't matter, my dearest. Now come, let me hold you." He hugs them tight before they could step away, pressing an affectionate kiss to their cheek. "I miss being able to hold you like this."

MC, a little uncomfortable at the sudden barrage of the affection, tries to gently push him away. "Pure Vanilla, what's gotten into you all of the sudden?" He hadn't given them much attention for months now, why was he all lovey-dovey right at this moment?

He pulls them right back to his chest, holding them even firmer than before. He whispers, "You wanted more attention right? So I'm giving it to you." He nuzzles their cheek, unbelievably close. "We're not going to have a divorce. I'm going to be your husband forever and ever."

(The writing feels kinda half-assed I apologize. But yes, have this. Honestly I think this is my first "true" fic on this blog)

- Celina

[pureshadough]

actually me again The idea of pv seeing through the cracks in Smilks already shattered mask is so So important to me ... . Smilk tries so hard to keep those pieces together and pv pries them apart just to look at who's really underneath and afterwards doesn't even push him to drop that mask . What he does is offer him a Chance To . And it drives me crazy . Am I onto something here

YES. i think one of my favorite things about PV's character is the sheer amount of Patience he has. plenty of that comes from his general compassionate disposition but i like to think much of it is learned from living as long as he has ykwim. either way it is pretty directly opposite to shmilks constant need for stimulation & spontaneity (and after being in a tree for several hundred yrs who can fuckin blame the dude). convincing the guy to settle in and relax on the Performed Identity a bit would NEVER be an overnight process, maybe it never happens, but pv is plenty fine with for that. he'd wait as long as it takes either way

[lu-is-not-ok]

horrid thought i had: if your theory on k corp hong lu being semi-conscious during stasis is right, does that not mirror carmen during lobotomy corporation?

...

Wait. Hold on. Wait. Wait hold on.

Ok, so here's the thing: For a while now I've already had a suspicion that Hong Lu's deal is like, way more important than he lets on.

This might sound like a conspiracy Game Theory Matpat rant, but here me out.

First of all, Hong Lu has this weird tendency to break patterns in much less obvious ways than the other suspicious Sinners, to the point it's been driving me insane?

Like.

Okay.

First.

Remember those promo PVs of each Sinner? And how each of them ended on a glimpse of their trauma and All of them either directly referenced a potentially traumatic event or had the Sinner sound distraught? Except for Hong Lu, who doesn't sound in any way distressed like the others did, and then after the game logo is revealed he asks if something he said was weird.

Like, sure, it does make sense for him to say that in context of what he says during that video, but isn't it so fucking weird that the one Sinner with a section in his promo that seems slightly off is also the one who asks if anything he said during that section was weird?

Second.

You know those intro segments during the prologue, that are also on the official limbuscompany.com website? The ones that offer managerial instructions for each Sinner?

Pay close attention to those. For every Sinner, these instructions specify how to deal with that specific Sinner's eccentricities.

Don't show Gregor your disgust. Wait for Rodya's bad mood to pass. Give Sinclair positive reinforcement. Wait patiently for Yi Sang to finish thinking. Look Ishmael's way for sound advice, but don't break her trust. Understand Heathcliff is simple-minded and contact HR if he causes problems. Play along with Don's Fixer act. Don't make Ryoshu breed personal resentment towards you. Give clear and concise commands to Meursault. Give Outis short replies of agreement but keep an eye on her. Simply nod and get it over with when conversing with Faust.

...But then there's Hong Lu's. Which says nothing how to deal with his eccentricities, but rather to not let Other Sinners get physical with him over them. It's not about keeping him in line, it's about keeping other people's reactions to him in line.

I want to note this especially because several other Sinners break patterns in their introductions as well. Meursault's is one sentence. Ryoshu and Outis have a warning. Don Quixote's particulars include a [REDACTED] on the website. Faust's directly asks the manager to fuck around and find out. However, the way Hong Lu's intro instructions break the pattern is the most subtle out of all of them, to the point I genuinely did not realize that was the case until I had read all of them over multiple times.

Third.

Hong Lu's Base E.G.O animation. If you watch all of the Base E.G.O animations in a row, you'll notice that for all of them, the Sinners start already in frame... Except for Hong Lu, who visibly jumps into the frame from off-screen.

Now, you could argue that, technically, Don runs into her animation from off-screen as well, however I think there is a bit of a difference here. Don's animation is too quick to see her actually run in. We see she's not there for maybe a frame, before she pops with an animation that implies she had just run in and needs to break her momentum. This is unlike Hong Lu's, whom we Actively See descend from Off-Screen.

Now, I know what some of you may be thinking.

That I am coping. That these are coincidences. That I'm looking too deeply into things.

However. Here's a connection that I just recently realized, that has been Fucking Me Up.

Mild spoilers for Canto IV and like the first two chapters or so of Dream of the Red Chamber, if anyone cares.

You know how Limbus Company has this... fixation on stars? There's the whole thing with Dante following a star, stars granting wishes, people turning into weird beings from wishing to be stars, and there's this general connection to the sky and space because of Demian also doubling as a reference to The Little Prince.

And then something weird hit me.

See, Dream of the Red Chamber starts with a bit of a backstory to the jade that would later be reincarnated into Bao-yu. You see, it was one of the many stones used by a godess to create the sky. However, this one specific jadestone ended up being the only one not used in that creation, which then led to it feeling horrible about itself, which then led to a monk and a taoist deciding to have that stone reincarnate as a human and live through a human life, kickstarting the rest of the novel.

I'm like, heavily simplifying this, but that's the gist of how that whole thing starts.

Which. Made me think. A jadestone that was part of the ones meant to build the sky, but ended up being left unused. The sky. Stars. Hong Lu being seemingly named after the jade rather than Bao-yu directly.

Holy shit there's no way they won't reference this in some way, right? Right?

So, now imagine me, at my fucking wit's end, having the biggest crackpot theory brewing in my mind.

And you send this ask comparing K Corp Hong Lu to Carmen.

I am going insane.