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Sigh, idk if this worked or not, bcuz it said “something went wrong with your ask” and since im asking anonymously, I can’t exactly fix it, so here’s a rewrite in case it didn’t go through-
WEEKLY YAP SESSION. I really enjoyed the last one and was hoping to make this at the very least a monthly occurrence bcuz you two are very funny and have much more interesting lives than me lol… also if you guys ever want me to stop/not say something, I’ll gladly do it, just say the word (I’ve noticed how you two don’t particularly swear or do things similar, and I just want to be considerate if you guys don’t like stuffs like that).
-Sigma Anon
Sigma Anon, you are just the sweetest little sugarplum with how considerate you are! But feel free to cuss, it's fine! Moongleam and I also cuss at times!
It's nice of you to say we're funny, thank you ₊˚⊹♡ ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ And the Weekly (or Monthly) Yap session is perfectly fine!
You must've sensed I was about to make a yapping post, because the timing is perfect! So, Imma yap a bit, and then give the microphone to Moongleam (she's got the flu, so she's dying, the poor thing)
So yesterday's TSAMS episode is so incredibly hilarious, because Moongleam and I already toyed with the idea of Sun and Eclipse merging since watching the old video titled "What If Sun and Moon MERGED in VRCHAT", where Sunny went to a dimension where him and Moon never separated, and the homicide code drove Moon to insanity and he merged with said code and killed his own Sun. I believe some fans called him Merged Moon or something. And we were both like "Shinyy =^◕⩊◕^=" and yoinked the concept, but adding Sun and Eclipse into the batter instead of KC and Moon.
And Funnily enough we both came up with a Merged Sun of our own, who were quite similar in some concepts, but very different in others My version we refer to as Solar Storm (he only just recently got the name, we always just referred to him as my version, haha), and he's a completely merged entity, like in yesterday's video. Difference is, that Eclipse manipulated Sun, telling him how it's Moon's fault he's even there, how Moon has secretly always hated him, how Moon planned on killing him, and Eclipse was just only doing what he was made for, hurting things. Because that's all he knew. It takes time during when they try to ask Golden Freddy for help in gettinng rid of Eclipse. And Sun, heartbroken sweet Sun, unconsciously starts reaching out to Eclipse with his code, and Eclipse reaches back, to furter manipulate Sun into trusting him, offering comfort. And neither realise their codes are entangling and merging more and more, until it was too late. Te newly born AI is aware that Eclipse manipulated Sun, having his memories, but his trust in Moon is still shattered, because Eclipse was right. Moon, when they were still in the same body, did want to kill Sun. Even if only because of the homicide code. And Moon still kept the fact he left parts of said code in Sun a secret, and after saying how he'd change, he still was a major jerk. So, Solar Storm did the only logical thing he could. He killed Moon. Bashed his processor in and tore out his wires, and put every chip he found in the incinerator after breaking them. Then Solar Storm put on an act, how Moon went missing, and it must be Eclipse's fault, and asked Monty for help, saying he'll pay him. But that was only to separate the gator, so he could get rid of him aswell. His next target is the Creator, but he would love to get rid of anyone who came to his dimension, being especially hostile towards lunar models, mainly Moons. He also hunted down the weakened Bloodmoon, and dealt with them.
The other Merged Sun, Moongleam's version is well, called Sunray. Yepp, I yoinked their name to use as an alias, lol. His main difference is that Sunray, the character's Moon, when cutting out his homicide code, accidentally left some of his love and care for Sun with that code, so when Eclipse came to be, he looked at Sun, and saw a fellow victim of a crappy situation, both of them being hurt by the same individual: Moon. So when they start merging, it's a consensual thing. But they never fully merge in the same way as Solar Storm, Merged Moon, or even Ruin. They're separate enough. But they still consider themselves one, ans if you tried separating them in any way, it would cause so much damage in their codes, that best case scenario they get a relatively painless instant death. Worst case, well we all saw what happened to Solar's Sun. They also killed their Moon, believing he hated them, because he wanted to get rid of Eclipse, whose entire existence is his selfish fault! And they put on the act of Eclipse keeping Sun hostage, never leaving the Daycare, because that's the only place they feel safe. Sunray isn't that good at acting as Solar Storm is though, because Eclipse and Sun both make mistakes, slipping up here and there in their act. Because in their excitement, all Eclipses seem to make mistakes. To anyone it wouldn't be noticeable at all, but to another Sun who also had to deal with an Eclipse, it would be obvious after like two slip-ups. I really love Sunray, evident by me using his name as an alias, and the tragedy of his and his Moon's relationship. Same with Solar Storm and his Moon. Sadly, in the latter's case, there's nothing to salvage. Anyway, I'm giving the microphone to Moongleam now!
I know that all has been mentioned of me is that I'm sick and dying. Which is great. I'll be honest with you, I dunno where you got the idea that our lives are anythin interestin, but it's a much nicer outlook than what I have :')
The only good thing about bein sick is not havin to go to school, but I still have to login to them online classes. Pretty damn annoying, especially when I ain't focusin for shit, but it is what it is, At least I ain't skinned alive for it.
So I went to the doctor today, and what you have to know about this woman is that I basically got a do and don't do list about her, cuz she's a sergant as my mother and father call her. She must have been in a good mood today, cuz only one old lady came out of her room crying so win I guess. This was my first time comin to her, seein as I transitioned last year or maybe the year before that, from my childood doctor, cuz she only sees patients who are under 19. So now I'll have ta go to the mean lady, tho she was kinda nice with me. The reason why I'm sick is pretty damn funny to me, so I shall annoy everyone with that too.
So I know I mentioned it somewhere that I had my country's version of prom finally, after 6 fucking years in the same godforsaken estabilishment, and if they actually put another year on top of the already there years I'll lose it, and some of my friends were sick. Now one of me girlies has a car and a liscence, and she's an angel so she picked all of us up. Problem is, one of my other girlie's mother also needed a ride to the train stop, so as the thinest and shortest person of the group, I was banished to the middle seat in the back, inbetween the sick people. Who were both coughin.
Now another thing that you need to know, is that I wake up at 4:30 in the mornin when I have physical classes, and we needed to arrive at the location of the stupid thing around the same time, so I still woke up at 4:30. This will be important later So I'm sittin between my sick friends, thinkin to myself "If this don't make me sick, nothin will". This was obviously a horrible, very bad, no good thing to think in that moment, but oh well. It was like 5 minutes, so ain't no big deal right?
Problem is, show started at about 5pm, and we had an 'after' after it, which is basically the class goin partyin. And I promised the girlies weeks before I was goin. So I went, despite how plans changed since I agreed, and I had a miserable time cuz now let me tell ya, I'm a borin person. I hate loud noises, I hate dancin, I hate drinkin and I hate crowds. And now I learned I hate the flashin flickerin lights of nightclubs too. So me and one of them girlies find a quieter place, where you still need to shout to communicate but not that badly. And we sit there for hours, gettin only two drinks, one of which was a malibu cola for me and a simple orange juice which had the bartender mock-disappointed, and I ate all the ice I could. That's a sign btw that you have iron deficiency if you do that, just tellin in case anyone needs to know.
Thankfully, the girlie who drove us and who was the friend with me in the quieter part, also has cool parents, cuz her mom offered us a ride home. No matter how late/early we made it. So angelic friend calls her mom, and they come to the decision we shall board the train and go to the very edge of the capital city, where she'll pick us up, cuz that's the easiest place to drop me off from. This wasn't all the girlies with us, there was 6 of us at the club and 2 stayed there.
So we boarded the 1:45 train, and I got home to round 2:40. Now I'm a clean freak, so I hopped in the shower, washed up and dried my hair, which took me long cuz I'm slow in my "old age", and I was out and ready by 3:30. Then I washed my teeth, and was in bed. I couldn't fall asleep immediately, so I fell asleep at around 4. Now if you remember by this point I was awake for almost 24 hours, which is not the norm for me. I'm an early sleeper and riser.
So everythin combined, I got sick. Was it worth it? Depends on which part you ask. The promesque part? Yepp. The party part? Fuck no. I hate parties and I hate people and I hate people checkin me out. And I was obviously prettied up for the prom thing, and there weren't many women there, so some of the guys there were... questionable to say the least. And drunk. Cuz one of the place's specialties was that you pay a pretty damn high entry fee and then buy a cup, but then you can drink as much as you want, alcoholic or non-alcoholic.
So yeah, I'm sick and dyin now, but at least I have a stupid story to share. And hey, I at least met the new man of one of my girlies and the new woman of another one, both of whom are sweeties, so hey! That's somethin.
And that's the story for today. It's pretty damn long, and pretty damn complicated, but amusin as shit to me. I also can't be bothered right now to watch my language, so yeah. I usually try not to curse cuz this fandom has a bunch of minors in it, and I ain't gon be the one to normalise it for em. Also, don't worry bout what you're sayin all that much. Neither Sunray nor me are particularly sensitive bout stuff, havin been here since the good old wild west days of the internet where you could search up murder and find actual live videos of it, so so long as you ain't sayin anythin offensive we ain't gon tell ya to stop. But that's just basic decency I think.
You know the drill sugarcube, your turn to yap at us. Your little blog attempt has been rather inactive, I've been keepin an eye on it, and I was wonderin when you were goin to pop back up. I do keep an eye on the people I interacted with, even if in a pretty minor way. It's good to see the familiar faces pop in.
#OurEssays#man i'm dying#and I'm not even that sick#I skipped 2 family outings cuz of this stupid flu
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I just realized it'll take the eng server almost a year to reach the 3D Cheka T pose model :' ) we're at book 7 part 6, and we get a new main story update every 2 to 3 months..
Anyway, do you wanna share some fun, spoiler-free shenanigans that happened in jp's server.? Just to have some crumbs to lick off the table until we get our own sandwich (my heart is empty and my soul is crying)
spoiler-free is pretty hard, especially considering. the, uhhh, particular turn that things take directly after 6. (like, the fact that the other characters are showing up probably counts on its own?) and I do think that if you can avoid getting spoiled, most of it is definitely better as a surprise! some of the genuinely best Twst moments are waiting for you. :D
if I may, however, present one of my favorite little throwaway bits with absolutely no context:
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 part 10 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 part 10 spoilers#i've been thinking about 10 in particular lately. idk.#been sort of obsessed with the fact that azul calls his parents mama and papa#maybe it was only in the dream but i choose to believe this is just true of him because it's adorable#nothing more delightful than azul getting harassed by the twins and impotently shrieking about how his papa is a LAWYER he'll SUE them!!!!#azul your papa is a divorce attorney#i'm not sure he's ready to take on the literal ocean mafia#geeze though. y'all on eng have my deepest sympathies.#i have a hard enough time waiting between parts#(7-12 is coming for us next week and i'm already DYING of impatience 😭)#i cannot imagine also trying to dodge all the spoilers like a master thief in a hallway of laser beams#you all are stronger than i will ever be#that said i am VERY much enjoying vicariously reliving 6 via my activity page#rip meleanor...how i miss you...#man. i gotta draw more meleanor.#(to be fair this is true of me at any given moment)
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'Strong opinions about femininity and masculinity' moment
#kazuichi souda#mahiru koizumi#Kazukoi#What's their name...?#sdr2#super danganronpa 2#an art#Anyway. Mahiru stans women and Kaz is....not NOT a woman maybe he doesn't know it's kind of a huge mountain to scale#Mahiru is like. Aw jeez. Calm down I'll do your makeup and dress you up maybe then you'll feel better#I think! Mahiru is just a big sis in general to everyone. If you're a MAN she refuses to be your servant#But if you're anything else or if you're just generally nice. She likes the role. Patron saint of women-in-progress#Like washing Hiyoko. Girl has a problem literally taking a shower? No problem I'm on it. Dress her? Sure.#Never really GOT mahiru thanks a lot to her dying first. But I like the her alright#All this to say: I hate gender i don't get any of it it's intriguing but it doesn't grab me i wish it wasn't so huge
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I love how Wilson is just like, involved in all of the teams' cases. You are an oncologist. Why are you sitting with the diagnostic team discussing if their patient has lupus? There's literally a scene where he just sits down with them and says, "I was lonely." I'm convinced Wilson only ever actually does his job as an oncologist when House is not available or there's a terminally ill patient to have sex with. Which is rarely
#Like is mans not one of the leading oncologists in the state or something?#Specialists including oncologists can take FOREVER to get into#especially really good ones#There is no way there's not people with appointments scheduled ridiculously far in the future due to alleged lack of availability#Man people in your specialty are DYING and you're hiding chickens around the hospital with your person as some form of weird foreplay#I'm making that last tag its own post#house md#house#greg house#james wilson#gregory house#hilson#hate crimes md#hatecrimes md#housemd#hannibal#house/wilson
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I’m with you, my love The lights shining through on you Yes, I’m with you, my love It’s the morning and just we two
#spike btvs#spuffy#spuffyedit#btvs#btvsedit#buffy the vampire slayer#it's terribly simple#you know you want to dance#injuries cw#bites and chews and gnaws on anyone who says buffy didnt love spike. BITES and CHEWS and GNAWS on them.#like is that not the whole point? of him? of his entire character arc? of his burning to ash as he breaks the sunnydale high school#(AKA buffy's personal cage within the slayer's cage that was sunnydale itself AKA the place where he and buffy first ever fought#and he nearly killed her for the very first time but was foiled by the immense love someone felt for her) as he breaks that place to rubble#in a way also very reminiscent of the first time they slept together and Literally Fucked A Building Down. anyway as he's doing ALL OF THAT#like sure she doesnt HAVE to love him she doesnt owe him anything and even if she did love isnt about obligation. but when buffy says#that she loves him in that scene. theres nothing to indicate that she doesnt feel it. that she isnt telling the truth.#idk man. people take a man who is dying telling someone not to love him as the gospel truth when i feel like its more ... like maybe he's#making a misguided effort to be kind? he's telling her ''dont get too hung up on the vampire thats about to catch on fire#and get your pretty ass out of here while you still can please.''#whatever. WHATEVER. in the perfect btvs that lives in my head most of ats isnt canon but esp the part where spike comes back and doesnt#immediately 1. ASK IF DAWN WAS OKAY 2. upon being told by angel that he cant be put in touch with buffy because [mumbles] misogyny?#go ahead and engage in a flirt campaign at harmony until she breaks down and calls buffy for him. those would be like the FIRST TWO THINGS#that spike did after he came back to unlife. first two things frfr#i'm gonna end the tag rant there. hmm
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do you fancy a quickie? word count: 2,5k cw: shameless smut, viktor is a tease (everybody act surprised), no use of y/n, reader is reffered to as spouse. what else? ah yes. semi-public sex.
art cr: @arcanescribbles. saw her viktor in formal wear and instanly knew i had to write something mentioning it. *standard 'english is not my first language please don't be mean to me' bullshit*
It felt immaculate. The languid wince of bright eyes, the smirk you were wearing — chiselled just perfectly precisely for a moment like this, as if you were an inborn heartthrob rejecting unfortunate suitors left and right — a natural, if you will.
“I appreciate the compliment,” you started from a far, making sure — patently by total accident — to casually snake a dextrous hand up your chest, resting it right above your cleavage — just where that fool’s eyes were devouring you. “But I am simply not interested. I’m married.”
You’re savoring the drop of his face when he notices the ring. You just wiped a grin off a man’s face with class — surely, that must’ve felt spectacular, and you rejoiced when he hummed — suddenly all clumsy and simply pitiful — and, with a rather impolite mumble of a sharp ‘excuse me’, walked away, leaving you all proud and unapproachable. Yeah, that’s right. Don’t ask me for a hand in a dance, gentlemen — because someone has already put a ring on it.
You got back to chugging on your champagne, lips tightly closed around the rim of that ridiculously fancy glass, although it matched the ridiculously fancy gown you were impressing the so-called select society with tonight. And it actually worked (or so it seems), since you managed to strike the fancy of the mentioned earlier tipsy sir, who were now pouting his lips like an offended child, turning his subtle drunkenness into a full-blown intoxication; squinting, and ranting, and swallowing yet another drink as he kept whining about your flawless rejection to a bunch of sympathetic peers.
But you couldn’t care less — not when you were just minutes away from leaving this bougie ballroom behind, with all its curious glances and endless mingling; so many faces, when you only wanted to stare into the sharpness of one — with two moles piercing the pale canvas of skin and cheekbones hollow enough to stroke a soft finger over the lines of them, demanding a kiss. You sigh — almost dreamily in the way your head wearily leans its weight onto the back of your palm. So cliché, but who are they to blame you? Not when your husband is such a sight, and certainly not when your husband is such a sound — raspy, low, and, frankly – simply hot, and you giggle at the thought, sinking two front teeth into the pad of your thumb.
You barely understand a word when Viktor tells the inquisitive Upsiders about the Hexclaw glove, yet still absorb each moment of his speech with tender thoroughness, because listening to him talk — about anything, really — is a privilege, one you cherished dearly and with genuine care. You were an admirer, watching him — all intelligent and so pensive, in that suit, with that raw passion in the depth of copper eyes, on that stage. And comprehension is not necessary — not when you see how talking about his inventions lights him up; so bright, that he could easily outshine the golden boy. In your loving eyes, at the very least.
He notices when you join the round of enthusiastic applause, quietly thanking his audience for the attention — pensive and polite, so uniquely pretty in his demureness. It feels like showing him off, and that grin stretches even further across your face when he goes down the stage to walk up in your direction.
You’re not subtle with that kiss. Pulling on his tie, shamelessly pushing your tongue into his mouth, knowing that they stare, and when Viktor — all wide-eyed and smitten — reciprocates, humming into the heat of your lips, you’re gone. He’s breathless when it’s over, arches a thick eyebrow in a curious manner, sinking your proud expression in.
“What was that for?” he chuckles, feeling the damage done to his bottom lip with your teeth.
“Can’t I kiss my husband simply because I felt like it?” you purr in response, greedily eyeing him.
He laughs. You stroke a hand over the rise of his chest, and he clutches his cane — the pretty one for special occasions, with elegant carving and gilding.
A thin arm wrapped around your waist coaxes you to jump off the stool, allowing him to steal an embrace. Can’t resist Viktor in a suit. In his other attire too, of course, but god does he look spectacular all dressed up. It’s almost like he was made for all the blazers, vests, and ironed shirts — an inborn gentleman, sickeningly handsome.
His gaze travels down, to the oh so taunting cut of the silky dress: a peek of garter holding the elegant stocking, and you notice just how he relentlessly fails not to drool over you too shamelessly.
“How was my, er, speech?” he asks, practically forcing himself to rip those eyes off your hip. “I suppose it went rather well — very laconically, if I do say so myself. However, I’m afraid that Jayce is much more natural when it comes to keeping the audience entertained.”
“I was too busy listening to you to pay much attention to the golden boy,” you confess, straightening his vest for him — another excuse to touch him, but Viktor decides to touch you instead.
“That is rather disrespectful,” he scoffs, gently capturing your wrist into the warmth of his hand, and before you can react — presses a chaste kiss to the back of your palm. Damn him and his gentlemanly tricks.
“Perhaps,” you shrug, giggling when his breath tickles your knuckles. “But you did amazing. Truly.”
“I am flattered,” he acknowledges, letting go of your wrist. His touch lingers there — warm and domestic, a wordless way of returning the courtesy. “I hope that my brief absence didn’t bore you too much?”
“Not in the slightest,” you assured him with a wry smile, and he met your words with another inquisitive hum. “Some very persistent gentleman kept trying to convince me that I need an interlocutor.”
“Is that so?” the inventor asked, evidently amused by your revelation. “And just how did that go for him, may I ask?”
“He was heartbroken to hear that I was married, you see,” you sigh, and your lips protrude into a pout — one of fake, rather comical sympathy.
“What a pity,” Viktor retorted, blessing your ears with that low, raspy laugh of his. “I hope the news didn’t crush him.”
“Ah, don’t even bother. You hope they did.”
“What an accusation,” he exclaims, and your hands ache to strangle him with that pretty tie. “Though not an entirely unreasonable one, I must admit.”
“My point exactly,” you bite back, and your arms rush to be wrapped around the bastard's neck, chest pressed flush to his, heartbeats mingling into a mess of thuds.
Sinewy fingers don’t hesitate to slip into the cut of your dress. They also don’t falter to cautiously crawl into the band of your stocking, almost forcing you to whimper his name into the crook of his neck — an indirect plea to proceed in private.
“Such a mouthy thing,” Viktor whispers, and you’re done with him, almost ready to demand he bends you over in front of those very Topsiders. “Just what shall I do with you, hm?”
He’s hard against your thigh, even a hint of friction has him jolting, hissing a quiet curse into your mouth when he occupies it with a kiss again — one too lewd to be appropriate for public eyes.
“You should steal me away,” you suggest, staring into the madness of heavy eyes piercing yours. “For some fresh air, of course.”
“Fresh air?” he mocks, shaking his head in fake disapproval. “Is that the only reason? Not that I’m reluctant to be alone with you — quite the opposite, actually. I simply doubt that it’s the real, eh… purpose of the encounter you’re suggesting.”
Fuck’s sake. He’s utterly incorrigible. Thanks Janna you love this man.
You sigh, struggling to suppress the urge to slap him.
“Do you fancy a quickie?” you finally surrender, knowing damn well that out-smartassing Viktor is simply impossible. Besides — the way his lips stretch into a thin handsome line feels greater than any meaningless pleasure a well-aimed smart comment could ever bring.
It feels even better when his mouth hovers above your ear, purring a sweet, “I most certainly do.”
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You squeak when he presses you against the cool bathroom wall, and a cautious hand cradles the back of your head, preventing it from repeating the dreary fate of his cane, which had just hit the floor with a loud thud. You, on the other hand — no pun intended, of course — are not that careful with your limbs, fingers already tangled into his hair, messing up its unusually neat style. He’s kissing you with desperation: rush didn’t leave him any time for hesitation, but you’ll gladly take him like this — all frantic, cock an aching swell inside his finest dress pants.
“Darling,” he keens, licking at the fresh proof of his lust after you, as if trying to soothe the pain from his teeth needling into the softness of your neck.
“Yes?” you breathe out, thoughts a mush of smutty images, but the limited privacy of this bathroom is not enough for a full-course debauchery. They call it a quickie for a reason.
His hand slips under your gown, shamelessly kneading the plumpness of ass, ready to free you of the lace underwear.
“No,” you pull away, shaking your head with a sharp inhale. “We don’t have time for this.” Your outfit is too impractical to allow him the pleasure of undressing you even partially, even though you’d love to let him have his way with you.
“But, beloved, isn’t that what we’re here for?” he protests, but you shut him up with another kiss, and, while he suffocates against your mouth, smoothly turn him around, firmly capturing between the wall and your softly pushed between his legs knee.
“I had other plans,” you reply, kissing down his jugular — some brief foreplay before abruptly sinking down.
“Oh,” he lets out a shaky laugh, leaning that bright head against the wall, but his eyes never leave yours — they attentively follow your every motion, carnal need thickly seeping out of them. “You’ll get on your knees for me? In that dress? My, I might’ve done something good in my past life.”
“Will you please shut up?” you snarl, fighting with the buttons of his pants, and he nods, figuratively zipping his mouth with one dextrous move of a hand, informing you that his lips are sealed. Viktor knows better than to talk back to a person who’s about to suck him off. Teeth are a rather dangerous weapon.
He tenses up when you tease the head of his cock — slightly swollen flesh a pretty shade of pink, so sensitive that it twitches against the warmth of your fingers when you wrap them around the hilt.
He goes quiet, but not purely for the sake of not getting caught. He watches you in fascination: mouth forms a silent ‘ah’ the second you dip your tongue into the slit, and precum coats its tip, all sticky and bitterish. You both know he won’t last long — your next ministration proves it, relentlessly riding him of his wits.
You kiss at his shaft with tenderness, to the point when it becomes barely palpable, so he squirms, demanding the resumption, and you can’t help but smile against the velvety skin of his tip. Pearly liquid clings to your bottom lip, forming a translucent trail — a mixture of him mingled with your saliva; just enough lubrication to slip lower, licking at the sensitive frenulum. Viktor lets out an illegible sound — you recognise a keen of your name in it, and it earns him one languid stroke — just the tiniest mercy.
“Don’t you just love to torture me?” he sighs, looking down — all vulnerable and pretty, weak knees threatening to start trembling any second.
“I’m only using your weapons against you,” a sweet reproach rolls of the very tongue you’re tormenting him with, and he swallows the most delicious whimper when you swirl it around the tip — once, twice, but thrice is what finally has him slapping a palm over his open mouth to muffle a dirty moan.
He abstains from grabbing a handful of your hair, reluctant to ruin its whimsical style — because at least one of the spouses has to be an actually considerate lover. His long legs are struggling to keep in place, relentlessly spreading apart with each bob of your head — but he’s leaned against the wall securely enough not to fall.
You swallow around him in a rather messy rhythm, but it still manages to reduce Viktor to a mush of babbles and incoherent praises. You have him by the balls — quite literally, because your free from squeezing his width hand is cruel enough to knead them, dragging more throaty sounds of pleasure out the thrusting into your mouth man.
You’re fucking him with skill, painfully aware of just what goes through his head in this exact moment: that orgasm will be intense enough to hurt, making him wish you’d rather proceeded with those teasing licks and fleeting kisses. His hips jerk when you suppress the gag, taking him whole, not a single inch left without your thorough attention. Even the hand shoving those moans back into his lungs doesn’t stop him from letting out the most embarrassingly high-pitched keen — it breaks free when he coats your tongue in warm spurts of thick cum. You stick it out, allowing him a pornographic view of exactly what he’d just done to you, and he almost sobs, completely forgetting about his initial intentions of keeping quiet.
“Gods a-above,” he stutters, suffocating like he’s the one whose mouth was just frantically fucked, wiping his release off your lips with his trembling thumb — a gesture of gratitude, tender in comparison to the curses he was panting just seconds ago.
The air is thick with the smell of sex, raunchy enough for anyone who decides to walk into this bathroom to meticulously define what the two of you had just committed in it. Even getting off your knees and tucking him back into his pants wouldn’t help your condition — the pure way Viktor looks at you right now makes it all appallingly obvious. One doesn’t need to become a witness of the intercourse itself to confidently state “They’ve just fucked, Your Honor.” It’s written on both of your faces, on the mess of his hair, and, of course — on the burning under the thin material of stockings redness of your knees.
You accept his touch, swallowing the remnants of his climax still covering your tired tongue, and he sighs, engraving the sight into his mind — probably to get off to the thought of it someday. But you decide not to tease him about it. You’re not that evil after all.
You’ve never stormed out of the bathroom so fast before, all trembling limbs and nasty giggles — the afterglow of your shared secret, dirty enough to banish Viktor from the Academy.
He’ll recall it later, most definitely next Progress Day, when you’ll wrap those impatient arms around his neck, whispering a famous “Do you fancy a quickie?” into his ear again.
Except for this time, your outfit will be easily removable.
#viktor x reader#viktor smut#viktor x reader smut#viktor arcane#viktor fanfic#viktor arcane smut#no beta we die like men#i need a beta i'm tired of dying like a man
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English: Lil petey: According to what Molly told me, parents are a couple who love you, take care of you and care about you…and if you are my papa…that means… Español: Lil petey: Según lo que me dijo molly, los padres son una pareja que te ama, te cuida y se preocupa por ti…y si tu eres mi papá…eso quiere decir que…
English: Lil petey: Dogman is my mama?! Español: Lil petey: ¿¡Dogman es mi mamá?!
English: Petey: What?! No! Español: Petey: ¿¡Que?! ¡No!
English: Petey: it is more… we're not even a couple! Lil petey: a... Petey: and if that were the case, it wouldn't be mama, but… papa! and that doesn't make sense since your papa is me! Lil petey: but… Español: Petey: es más... ¡ni siquiera somos pareja! Lil petey: a... Petey: y si ese fuera el caso, no seria mamá, si no... papá! y eso no tiene sentido ya que tu papá soy yo! Lil petey: pero...
English: Lil petey: Would you be with him?.. Español: Lil petey: tu si estarias con el?
English: Petey: Who cares? I don't think he'd be with me anyway… Español: Petey: ¿que importa? igualmente no creo que el estaria conmigo…
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English: Lil petey: Dogman! Petey: How long have you been standing there?! Lil petey: I think it just arrived, papa… Petey: knock on the door, will you?! (you don't know how hard it is to translate all this! as fast as possible!) Español: Lil petey: Dogman! Petey: ¡¿Cuánto tiempo llevas ahí parado?! Lil petey: Creo que acaba de llegar, papá… Petey: toca la puerta, no?! (no saben lo dificil que es traducir todo esto! lo más rapido posible!)
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Batman (1940) #516
sad Bat gremlin mercilessly roasted by bitter ex-bff, attempts to curl into a sad pillbug vortex of darkness. reports indicate he is indeed Very Pitiful and ex-bff is very cruel and heartless not to care. more at 11
#I cAN'T his hunched wounded silhouette hiding behind his clutched folder I'm DYING#this is what you get for your shenanigans broose#called tf OUT#roast him HARDER G-Man go off#Batman#Bruce Wayne#Jim Gordon#dcu#post tag#comics reading tag
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CAN WE NORMALIZE RUDY WITH GLASSES ? IT'S NOT A JOKE. I NEED HIM AS A TUTOR 🙏🏿
teach me everything, boy. i'm all yours.
#yea im dead#i'm dying#he's so fine#him with glasses >>>>>#i love him i love him i love him#rudy pankow#the man u are#jj maybanks#obx cast#obx fandom#outer banks#obx content#i want him
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#kyoshi#rangi#kirima#rangshi#it's rangshi cause they're in the frame together and Rangi is a bit possessive uwu#i don't make the rules#legend of korra#lok#silly edits#ok ok Rang's edit was from FMA:B I needed a funny chibi face#and i WASN'T gonna edit Rangi outta Tenzin I already was dying TT0TT (that's beyond my abilities atm)#got a diff background from Lok cause I was having issues with that damn bison#I did this whole thing to do Kirima and she ended up being the one I'm kinda eh on TT0TT I blame my struggle with hair. orz#(really I literally didn't plan on doing Kyoshi or rangi fljdasflkj and I like them more here TT0TT)#i like the other kirima I did (not posted yet) tho her hair is kinda bland in it#there is not a thought in Kyoshi's head baby girl go home and sleep#silly colors#blame pema for Kyoshi's expression#but kyoshi really just looks like she doesn't know where she is ever man TT0TT thank god rangi and lek have the map cause girlie is LOST
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I have never been more concerned for a JP update from your art than I am seeing a Cheka knowing the context of Leona’s dream.
My bois ok right?????? My sweet nephews ok right??????
well
uhhhh
I'm sure the real one is fine :)
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 part 11 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 part 11 spoilers#unfortunately leona's ultimate happy dream did involve his entire family dying tragically. them's the breaks.#(for the record he is a little messed up about this) (he is a little messed up about a lot of stuff)#the context of cheka is that they were going to try to shock leona awake by having him show up#however while styx could provide them with a 3d model based on a bodyscan (which they had for...reasons??) they had no data on his behavior#so he was basically just a little frozen mannequin#(the sprite was not t-posing but in my heart this was happening)#ruggie could kind of pilot him with his magic but it only lasts for a few seconds so he had to keep recasting it with noticeable choppiness#so while we don't get the entire effect due to the limitations of the format#this means that leona was in the middle of let-them-eat-cake'ing a revolution when suddenly#his late nephew bursts jerkily in through the door yelling OJITAN I'M ALIVE AND MY VOICE CHANGED OFFSCREEN#honestly they spent more time thinking of how to explain ruggie's terrible impression of cheka than anything else#how could leona have seen through this brilliant plan so quickly 🤔#man i really did love his horrible dream though#i like him as a character but i wasn't expecting his dream to be the one that got to me like that#love how all the savana dreams were like#jack: what if leona was really cool and my friend :)#ruggie: what if my dad came back and leona created a socialist utopia for me :)#leona: what if i finally got the chance to prove myself except i screwed everything up and everyone hated me and my family was dead#his conversation with kifaji at the end 😭#kifaji in his dream in GENERAL acting as a counterpoint to his phantom like. like!!!! (waves hands)#i just. these guys.#me 4+ years ago: this game looks so dumb i gotta try it. surely i won't become emotionally overinvested in any of this.
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Neither Arthur or John got to see their children grow up huh
#doing chapter one and remembering that rockstar wanted to add isaac dying in the cold during it but it was cut#I'm so glad because darling that man suffered enough#both of them did#sigh#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#mick squeaks#arthur morgan#john marston#red dead redemption community#red dead redemption 2 spoilers
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do you have any idea how obsessed I am with this fucking line right now
like I can't be the only one who thinks this sounds like it could be a callback, right? Like the words "cuddly Astarion" were said at least once before???????
#baldur's gate 3#astarion#squirrel plays bg3#why can't i stop posting about this man#what the fuck is wrong with me#like. he's not even the type of character I usually like#i'm still a Gale girlie at heart#this guy just COMPELS me in a way that i legitimately cannot explain to you#(ofc it probably doesn't help that I love my character for this playthrough so uh)#oc: iona raedir#(love this outfit on her too; it's literally just one of the lionheart outfits dyed green)
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Pac: I saw that there will be a QSMP event on the 24th, right? Some people messaged me asking if… if I would participate, and what I have to say is: we will see on the 24th. I'm not going to say anything else. Because you know how I am, if I start to talk here, no matter how much I try not to talk, in 10 seconds I'm going to say more than I should, you know?
[Reading a Chat message] “Since when can the dead participate in an event?” WHAT?! WHAT?! [Reading chat] "Ghost Pac." [He makes a doubtful expression] What are you trying to say here? What are you trying to say here???
It’s ok, ok, alright, alright, alright, it’s ok! I'll talk since you won't drop it, ok, fine, here's the thing: Felps– Felps appeared and... resurrected me. I'm kidding, I'm kidding, it has nothing to do with that, it has nothing to do with that, I'm… [Laughs]
(BIG thank you to sebbs12 for the translation help!)
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Pac: I saw that there will be a QSMP event on the 24th, right? Some people messaged me asking if… if I would participate, and what I have to say is: we will see on the 24th. That's all I'm going to say, that's what I'll say. We'll see on the 24th, we'll see on the 24th.
And that's it, that's all I'm going to say, that's all I'm going to say, that's it! What I'm going to say– I'm not going to say anything else. Because you know how I am, if I start to talk here, no matter how much I try not to talk, in 10 seconds I'm going to say more than I should, you know? We'll have to see on the 24th. That's what I'm going to say, that's all I'm going to say, I can't say more than that. I'll leave it at that, yeah… We'll see, we'll see, on the 24th, on the 24th, on the 24th. You will have to wait.
[Reading a Chat message] “Since when can the dead participate in an event?” WHAT?! WHAT?! [Reading chat] "Ghost Pac." [He makes a doubtful expression] What are you trying to say here? What are you trying to say here?
Anyways, write it down on your calendar, mark your calendars guys, the 24th is the QSMP event. It’s ok, ok, alright, alright, alright, it’s ok! I'll talk since you won't drop it, ok, fine, here's the thing: Felps– Felps appeared and... resurrected me.
I'm kidding, I'm kidding, it has nothing to do with that, it has nothing to do with that, I'm… [Laughs] Oh, don't watch, because later you're going to clip this and put it on Twitter, it will be taken out of context, the whole world will think it's true– I'm kidding! I’m joking about the Felps business.
On the 24th, the QSMP event, we'll see how it goes, we’ll see what happen, ok?
[He reads chat and laughs] "You're crazy, bro" you guys are crazy too. Ay, ay...
#Pactw#Pac#QSMP#May 21 2024#I MOURNED qPAC LIKE A FRICKIN LOVED ONE DIED BRO but as long as he's alive I guess I'm not mad#*shaking the fandom by the scruff of its neck* Can you stop posting about him being dead now? Thanks#Edited#Subtitles#Translated#I'm still salty about all the jokes I saw about him dying / posts saying he was better off dead#As an additional reminder (not just for this particular instance): please tag your posts and/or jokes about suic/ide#<- and don't censor the word like I just did#I'm doing that solely because this post ISNT about that topic#but when you're making those jokes or posts please do be courteous and tag that stuff#Thanks!#Been a bit more personal than formal lately on this blog but listen man. I just care so damn much about qPac#o(-(
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"I understand now the message hidden with the pattern, the reason for our failures in the commune. The doctor was right: it's inescapable. Humanity, our very essence, our emotions. Rage. Compassion. Hate. Two sides of the same coin. Inextricably bound. That which inspires us to our greatest good is also the cause of our greatest evil." Viktor, End Monologue, Episode 6 Season 2
#fucking love this monologue#yaya he was dying here#i'm coping ok OK#my man died i'm grappling#here's to hoping his corpse gets back up and shimmies back to magical life#SINGED DO YOUR THING NYOWWW IDC IF YOU FUCK HIM UP MAKE HIM ALIVE AGAIN#i feel like silco when jinx was dying#MY SON GIVE ME BACK MY SON#arcane#arcane spoilers#arcane s2 spoilers#arcane viktor#nausicaas arcane audios
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#papi#big papi#my love and life and everything#muah#look at this hunk agh this is my husbando#in love with this fictional man yes I know don't remind me#this body hair mod suits him to perfection#agh i'm dying#help#jackie welles#cyberpunk 2077#cp77#virtual photography#gaming#cyberpunk 2077 photomode#my screenshots
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