#me: the biggest wh*re

[sweetyaoigirl]

Kakashi turned into Sukea just so Obito could fuck him

[gracieheartspedro]

thinking about that clip of pedro saying “I love whores”

………. that’s all

[rinamars]

Since people say you attract what you fear, have u ever been like "surgardaddy erwin please don't hide under my bed, don't take me at 2:00 am like for real i'm so scared pls noo-" ?

Anyway i'm VERY normal about him and my point is...

SUGARDADDY ERWIN. PERIOD.

thank you for listening to my TED talk!

nooo sugar daddy erwin don't take me i'm so scaaaared

but really though... that man fits that idea so perfectly. i like to imagine him as the perfect gentleman, handsome, sweet, looking ravishing in those expensive suits of his, he'd take you to fancy restaurant and expensive hotels, he'd treat you like a queen and rail you like a wh*re, on the bed, in the hot tub, against the floor-to-ceiling windows, what have you... and the kinkier he is, the softer the aftercare is afterwards. and then you wake up in an empty bed because he left for work, but your rent and bills have been paid, and a little note that he left on your pillow tells you that he has even better plans for the following week...

what a scary thought this is... *looks under her bed* ahh, my biggest fear...

[borntoocry]

⋆ ★ THE VELVETS  ⋆ ★

                       (2.3k wc) 

sub ellie x female reader

SUMMARY: YN is a sexy drummer for a band and her sexy girlfriend, ellie, is her biggest yet shyest supporter. she puts on a hard persona but behind closed doors… she’s quite the whiny wh;)re. YN knows this for a fact, so when her set ends, she drags her girlfriend to a place that has her 'gifts.'

WARNINGS: hard smut? idk. is that a warning?

a/n: words for anatomy aren’t weird. i used to write on wattpad and while some words were 'hidden,' others weren’t. i don’t hide the words for anatomy… so… don’t expect wattpad words LMAO. also, i didn’t proofread.

There was a pair of eyes you knew so well drilling into your moving body as you played the drums on stage. More specifically, your girlfriend who was oftentimes only staring at you when you played for The Velvets–a band you played for only if  Sammi, the band’s main drummer, wasn’t around. You enjoyed playing, and your girlfriend, Ellie, enjoyed looking at you.

If she wasn’t staring at you as she held a beer in her hands, she was moving along to the beat of the music. She was a shy girl, sometimes just standing against one of the beams in the small venues and tapping her fingers against the streaks of condensation on her beer. If your best friend Dina was there, she would actually dance. They’d twirl around as you slammed your sticks about the drum set.

Tonight, she was friendless but she had a beer and was leaning against a beam. She sipped on her beer as her head tilted to catch your entire outfit again. You wore a tight black lace romper with knee high socks and platform boots. People weren’t sure you’d be able to play with your shoes, but you’d been dressing like this since the moment you began playing for bands. No matter what, you were wearing your platform boots and tight sexy clothing.

You continued being a badass on the drums until the set ended and everyone stood to bow. You kissed your bandmates on the cheek, leaving red stains on their skin, and bounced off the stage, directly running to Ellie.

You outstretched the hand holding the drumsticks towards her. “These are for the sexiest woman in the room.”

She chuckled with a slight head shake and took them from your hand, placing them in her back pocket. “Thank you,” she said, her voice laced with lust. She was eyeing you all night, and she so happened to be lucky. The way she looked, with her hair rugged and her body dawned in a skin-tight white top and black jeans, she was going to get fucked. “I’ll keep them safe.”  She winked.

You bit back a low hum of pleasure as you pulled her in by her belt hoop. She fell into your arms and you draped your hands along her back. You scratched down her clothed skin, drawing a sigh  out of her.

You smiled. “What’s up?” you asked.

She raised a brow and shook her head. “Nothing.”

You then raised a brow. “Nothing?”

Ellie knew that you knew what she was thinking. She was oh-so easy to read. Her freckled cheeks would be splattered with hues of pink and red, her teeth would rub against her lips like rubber, and her eyes would look around the room, everywhere but at you.

You adored how easily she became flustered. It had now become her title: Ms. Fluster. It was a name you called her when she would look away from you, like she was doing now.

You trailed your hands down her back and let them linger over the curve of her body. You leaned down and hovered your lips over her ear. “Do you like presents?” you asked.

She hesitantly nodded. “Do you have another for me?” she asked, curiosity swallowing her words. There was also a hint of confidence, like she knew what you were going to ‘gift’ her. She was being a good girl all night and watching you, not pestering the men that oggled you.

Ellie deserved a treat. “I do,” you answered. “Do you want me to lead you to it?”

She nodded. “Yes, please.”

You smiled and kissed her lips, pulling away to see how well your red lipstick transferred onto her own. You turned around and pulled her belt loop again, dragging her along backstage where you had your own private room.

The bass that returned shook the ground and you knew it was now safe to fuck Ellie. You shut your room door and wasted no time–you pushed her onto the door and smashed your lips against hers. You took the air out of her, quite literally. She sighed into your mouth and dragged her body along the door, going a bit lower than she was when you first slammed her against it.

Her hands attached themselves to your ass, grabbing what she could that had already begun falling out of your romper. You groaned and fell deeper into the kiss. Your hands laced into her rugged hair you were obsessed with, and Ellie’s tongue began jutting into your mouth.

You continued the kiss with Ellie whining into you, pleading for more than fighting tongues and needy hands. She wanted you to actually fuck her. “Fingers,” she pleaded.

You smiled and pulled away from her with a quick nod. Your hands snaked from her hair to her face, where your fingers rested above her lips. Her mouth was bathed in red. When she opened her mouth to speak, her teeth were also a shade of red from how sloppy the kiss was–sloppy in the best way.

“Your lipstick,” she pointed out in a low tone.

“Your mouth,” you retorted. “It’s redder than mine probably is.”

She shrugged. “Don’t seem to mind. Maybe once this is done we can take some pictures for my box.”

You raised a brow. “What box, you freak?”

“My box of pictures that show how much I love your mouth when you put on red lipstick.”

“Ah,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss her again. “That box.”

She bit down on her lip to hide her smile. She was trying to shy away from you. And you hated that.

You ran your thumb over her mouth once more and tugged at her bottom lip with your thumb. She willingly opened her mouth, allowing you to stuff your finger inside. She wrapped her tongue around it and sucked. Your mouth fell open and a moan slipped out.

“Fuck…” you whispered. “I’m going to finger fuck you so hard right now you won’t even be able to walk out of here.”

She almost choked at your words, so you pulled your thumb out and kissed her again. You trailed her backwards until you turned her over by the couch, pushing her into the cushions. You looked down at her, your hands by your sides but burning to be on her.

You wanted to unclothe her, kiss her abdomen, leave hickeys on her tits, suck at her until she turns purple. You were craving to kiss every part of her body and to stuff her with your fingers until she came over and over again.

All she had to do was ask. Or… beg. She had you beg before, and yes, it worked, but the amount of wet dreams you had where she begged you overruled the matter.

“You want me to fuck you?”

She nodded.

“You can speak up, right? You’re not so shy behind closed doors, are you?”

“When you look all sexy like this, it’s hard to speak,” she said, adjusting herself to where she sat on her elbows. “You take all the words out of my mouth.” You chuckled and dropped down onto your knees in front of her. She muttered a ‘jesus christ,’ and began tugging at the hem of her shirt.

You dragged your hands along her thighs and dropped your cheek onto her knee. “You looked so sexy tonight,” you whispered.

“Oh. Did I?” she questioned.

You rolled your eyes. “Yes. You so, very much did. I wanted to hop off and fuck you right there, in front of everyone.”

“And you called me a freak?” she chuckled.

You lifted yourself a bit higher and traced your hands along her button and zipper. “I just want everyone to know that you’re my girlfriend.”

“Yeah well by the way you had me after your set, I’m sure everyone knows now.”

You shrugged and began unbuttoning her jeans. “I’m obsessed with you.”

“So show me,” she said. “Show me by fucking my cunt.”

Your lips curled into a smile and you pulled her pants down, throwing them somewhere in the room behind you. Your fingers hugged the waistband of her tight boxers and you melted at the sight of the wetness penetrating the fabric.

“You’re extremely horny tonight, eh?”

She rolled her eyes. “Just shut up and fuck me, hon.”

You nodded and began pulling down her boxers, throwing them somewhere behind you as well. You groaned at how precious her wet cunt looked–a slight bush surrounding the wet and aching bud.

You licked your lips and slowly drew  your fingers along her folds. She instantly threw her head back with a moan. You lowered your head and jutted out your tongue, dragging  it up her pussy. You began slow because you enjoyed her squirming. You would draw circles on her thigh at first, but then as you worked solely on her pussy with your tongue–sucking and swirling around her bud–you picked yourself up and used your hands to grab her tits.

Her shirt and bra were pushed up, almost suffocating her chest, but you had asked her to make sure and she said she ‘Didn’t give a fuck.’

You rolled her nipples with your fingers and watched her cuss into the air, asking for you to keep sucking her pussy, keep twisting her nipples, keep being such a–

“You’re being such a good girl,” she panted. “Such a fuckin’goodgirl.”

You flicked your tongue over her sensitive clit until she hooked her legs over your shoulders. They were shaking against your back and the more she dug her heels into your back and dug her head into the couch cushions, the faster you went. You drilled your tongue inside of her as well until her convulsing reached the orgasmic level. She moaned as loudly as possible into the air and sighed when you kissed her pussy.

“You’re okay,” you hushed. “You’re okay, baby. Right?”

You looked up at her through your horny gaze and watched her nod. “So good. Are you going to come up here and kiss me again?”  

You chuckled and crawled on top of her, where you cupped her cheek and kissed her again. It was a toothy and tongue-filled kiss with hands grabbing everything. Ellie’s hands now clawed at your chest, hoping to unleash your tits from the lace. There were no buttons, but there was a zipper on the back of your dress.

“Zipper,” you said aloud. “It’s by my neck, unzip me please.”

Ellie did so: she pulled your hair back and angrily pulled the zipper down. She pulled your arms out of their proper holes and pulled only the top down. You situated yourself on her to where you hovered over her crotch. This allowed Ellie to pop one of your tits in her mouth–and she began sucking.

Your mouth fell open and you bit down on your lip to stop the pornographic sounds screeching about on your tongue. You grinded down onto her and moaned at the slight feeling it had against your pussy.

“Keep going,” you begged her. Having your tits fondled, kissed, sucked on, twisted, made you the wettest. You could get off on just that. “Suck me, El. I need you to suck my tits as leave them fuckin’ purple.”

She didn’t need you to tell her, because she was already doing so. She kissed and sucked and repeated until you looked down a minute later and saw how red, purple, and plump they were.

“Good job, baby,” you whispered, moving your body so you straddled one thigh now. You dropped your hand between your bodies and traced a finger along her cunt to pick up her slickness.

“Just fuck me. I need your fingers inside me, baby.”

“So needy,” you said. “You want them?”

She nodded. “Please,” she begged. “Fuck. Me.”

You rubbed her sensitive clit and she twitched, her body still aching from the last orgasm. You dragged your finger back down in amusement and circled her hole. She moaned so loud the bass of the building simmered for a second. To hide the mewls that came out of her, she kissed you.

You instantly jammed your fingers into her. Ellie bit down on your lip, and your body tensed. You could’ve come on the spot, but you weren’t going to deter her from her second orgasm, so you began pumping.

“You’re so fucking sexy like this,” you whispered as you curled your fingers deep inside her. She was panting, sucking in deep breaths only for them to puff out like a blowfish. “All worked up for me. My little shy whore.”

She rolled her eyes and through breaths, said, “I’m only like this for you. You’re my own whore, babe.”

You chuckled and kissed her through another pump. You curled your fingers more this time, pushing them deeper in her cunt. She threw her head back and cursed your name out. “Fuck!” she said. “Fuck I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

You tilted your head and batted your eyelashes innocently. “Do what?”

She leaned down and kissed your neck, nipping at your collarbone as you kept pumping, curling, jamming.

“Keep doing that,” she demanded. “Fuck me faster. I want your fingers so deep inside me.”

You nodded and kept doing so. Not allowing her to come? C’mon, you weren’t that evil…

“Like that,” she hissed. “C’mon baby. Likethatlikethatlike–” Ellie bit down on your shoulder and trembled. You slowed your strokes as she rode through her orgasm. You kissed the side of her head and cooed at her whines–that horny little bitch.

Her tough exterior turned you on and turned you into a raging monster. You loved it, but you knew she was nothing like that. She was a whining whore who begged you to fuck her every single day. Your girlfriend was a raging submissive and it was only for you to know.

And somehow, her being such a whiny masc who could come from any little thing you did to her, made you come.

[moonspirit]

BEWARE BC I'm about to just rambling here... (sorry, English is not my first language and this is long)

But can you imagine Annie and Connie being the new chaotic duo?

As Connie has always been the og aruani third wheel, and also, the first time you see Connie laugh after Sasha's death is when he sees Annie stuffing cake down her mouth (bc it remembers her of Sasha). I can see them being friends after all the trauma 🫠

I can imagine in a Post-Rumbling world Annie and Connie being the ultimate duo of messiness. First, you have Connie, who, by himself is already the personification of chaos. Then you have Annie. Annie, who never had real friends, Annie who never was loved. And now she is loved !!! She has friends !!! And omg she doesn't know why, but Connie is her favorite one At the beginning she thinks that if she didn't have Connie, it's either Jean or Reiner, who, btw, she hates most of the time (she doesn't but they have a special dynamic), or Jean, who is the perfect mix of a dork and a jerk (he refers to him as de jork) So Annie thinks: HE IS THE ONLY ONE SANE HERE AND ALSO SHE CAN TALK ABOUT HOW SHE THINKS ARMIN IS THE CUTEST LITTLE THING ALIVE WITHOUT FEELING WEIRD BECAUSE CONNIE IS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS THAT THEY HAD SOMETHING GOING ON. But no, actually Annie loves being around Connie because deep down she is just a chaotic silly little girl just as he is.

They meet up to talk shit about everyone they know while drinking wine and eating cake (strange combo just like them) Connie asks Annie for advice about women (bc Connie is kind of a wh*re) and Annie gossips about Jean and Pieck, bc they are dense idiots and obv she, also, talks about ARMIN (OMG CONNIE DIDN'T YOU SEE HOW HE TOUCHED MY BACK TO MAKE ME HOT !!! ANNIE, HE JUST GRABBED YOU BC YOU WERE CROSSING THE STREET)

everyone is freaking out. WHAT DO YOU MEAN CONNIE AND ANNIE ARE FRIENDS? THE BIGGEST DUMBASS ALIVE AND THE QUIET BUT LETHAL GIRL ARE FRIENDS???

When Reiner finds out he wants to cry (Annie does'nt do that stuff with him) Jean wants to run away bc THE ChAOOOOS and Pieck just finds it funny but she is lowkey jealous bc she can't get Annie to open up but aRMIN????

Armin hates it but loves it. He loves that Annie has her very first real friend, and Armin knows that Annie reminds Connie of Sasha (But he is absolutely terrified of them when they are together). BECAUSE HE HAS TO BE THE ACTUAL ONE WITH BRAINCELLS AND BTW CONNIE KNOWS TOO MUCH ABOUT THEIR SEX LIFE.

AND ALSO, CONNIE THINKS HE IS A FUCKBOY HE THINKS HE IS THE KING OF FUCKING BUT THEN ANNIE TALKS ABOUT HER SEX LOFE WITH ARMIN AND HE IS SHOCKED.

Their dinamic:

Connie: God, that Hizuru ambassador is such a bitch.

Annie: Yeah, you're right. She should disappear.

Connie: Ikr. OH. OH.

Annie: We should kidnap her.

Connie: Yeah, we should, bestie.

Armin: (he knows they are perfectly capable of kidnapping that poor woman) What if we don't (?)

Another one:

Connie: And then, she said that a lasted more than her lovers, that I was the best a I had in bed and I thought, god, I just did preliminaries.

Annie: That's too sad, I come three times in preliminars. That poor girl has a terrible sex life.

Connie: ARMIN MAKES YOU COME MORE THAN TWO TIMES?? HOW YOU DO THAT

Annie: Sex.

AGDJSLSNDHSKS- HAHAHAHKAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA Anoooonnnnn this ask is goooold!!! Help I'm bursting a lung xD

Connie and Annie should absolutely be explored more - post canon they have sooooooo much potential to be idiots together! I think they'd be extremes on the energy spectrum: Connie always raring to go and Annie just wanting to sleep. But WELP, this is now a very dangerous and dumb combination and once they're together, they cannot be stopped!

I think it's really funny actually, because post-canon Annie actually gets up to some really dumb shit (everyone's rubbing off on her :<) and who better to encourage it than the most enthusiastic guy on the planet? Connie ey? She can also trust him to go along with her super secret spy missions and not tell anybody (well... For a while anyway.)

What's ALSO good about these two is how Connie... Is always the first to get the Latest and Most Exclusive Aruani News. They've just got together? He knows. They've just had their first kiss? He knows. They're holding hands? He knows. They're fucking? He kno-

Armin: "NO, PLEASE, DON'T KNOW!"

Tho honestly, if you add Pieck to this duo, everything spirals dangerously out of control.

Also:

Armin: (he knows they are perfectly capable of kidnapping that poor woman) What if we don't (?)

*wheezing* AKSKSBXKSLAZHOAKANAHSVDBKAKA HELP-

[sparetheninja]

Hello! May I ask about a rottmnt lee turtle sibling!reader (gender neutral) fanfic? It happens to be the lair games and the reader finally decides to join in the sibling rivalry. But one of the challenges is a tickle fight and since the reader is a giggle bug (a.k.a they giggle a LOT and they are a walking tickle spot) their older brothers decide to gang up on them first cause of 2 facts, 1 the reader is the easiest one to defeat in tickle fights, 2 the reader has been quite good at the lair games up to this point and their older brothers have been quite envious and surprised the reader has been on lead this quick.

I'm sorry if this is too much to ask for or is something you'd rather not write I understand! And if you do accept this ask then take your time don't rush, Welcome to the community BTW and have a great day/night!!!

UR SO NICE ANON. ☹️☹️ I feel so welcomed already ahhhehehehr..... I don’t watch a lot of ROTTMNT but i deff tried my best 😭😭 I'm sorry it took so long ss.school has been beating my ass

« The Lair Games w / T-Sibling!Reader !! »

Honestly, your brothers were getting tired of your continuous victory's during the lair games, but they knew that this next challenge, you would fold instantly.

Includes: ticklinggguh

Lee: GN turtle sibling!reader ,

Ler’s: Raph , Leo , Donnie , Mikey

Itteration: ROTTMNT

Words: 651

Oh, you were on a winning streak tonight baby.

At first you were hesitant to join in on the lair games your older brothers had created, but after lots of begging and pleading (and puppy eyes from Mikey), you finally agreed to join.

And you were destroying them!

“Oh come on!” Leo threw his hands up in the air and groaned due to you having beaten him in the shell bowling game, managing to beat him by 1 maniquin.

"And that means I won. Mic drop!!" You celebrated.

"Yes, yes," Donnie walked out of the makeshift hospital room he was in after Leo purposefully accidentally broke his ankle. "You have won. This game." He looked at you with such an evil stare you swore you could see satan taking over his soul. “However, you all seem to have forgotten the last, most important game."

The last game? There was more? Oh well. You knew that whatever it was, you could defeat them, just like you’ve done with every other game.

“Give me your worst.” You said with a confident smile.

All four brothers turned to look at you with devious grins. What were those big guys thinking of…

“If you say so,” Leo responded with a shrug.

Before you could question their stare, all four of them jumped towards you and yelled “TICKLE FIGHT !!!”

Before you could react any further, Raph held you down (due to being the biggest and strongest) whilst the three others instantly began their attack.

"Wh- WAHAHAHAIT!!" You screamed as Leo focused on tickling your exposed armpits, Donnie attacked your poor stomach and Mikey was repeatedly squeezing your thighs.

You desperately thrashed around, which was difficult considering you were pinned down by pretty much all four of your brothers.

"What? You said to give you our worst." Leo grinned, re calling what you had said earlier.

"And besides, you're the easiest one to defeat, you little tickle bug!" Mikey teased with a huge smile on his face.

And that was true...

You had always been the victim of tickle fights due to being the most ticklish. The second there was a tickle fight around, everyone would stare at you.

Raph chuckled. "All you have to do is wave that white flag, (y/n)."

No way. You were going to win this, no matter what.

"NEHEHEVER!" You managed to free your right arm and quickly covered your side.

"Hey!" You heard Leo complain. "Oh, you're in for it now!"

And just when you thought it couldn't get worse, Raph was quick to grab your arm again as Leo went full force on your right armpit and side, sitting on your chest to imobalise you further.

"NAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEASE IM SAHAHAHAHARRY!!!" You pleaded, but Leo didn't stop.

"Surrender, (y/n)!" Donnie said enthusiastically as he moved down to your hip bones.

You were getting wrecked over here.

"We won't stop until you admit defeat!" Mikey held your thigh in black so you couldn't kick it around as he continued squeezing it.

What were you gonna do? I mean, you were completely trapped after all. The only thing you could do was to surrender. You stood no chance against these guys!

"I'M NOT-"

...Donnie dug his fingers into your sides.

"I SURRENDEHEHER!!" You screamed, praying to god they would stop, and thankfully, they did.

You felt Raph's hands let go of your wrists as the others slowly got off you. Leo was the first to cheer.

"Woo, we got them!" He raised his arms in the air. "So much for a perfect streak, am I right?" He nudged you, causing you to flinch.

"Youhu guys are ehehevil..." You muttered under your still dying breath.

Mikey, sweet sweet Michelangelo, was the angel that helped you up as he let you lean on his shoulder.

"You are the easiest one to take out, (y/n)." Donnie chuckled.

"Yeah... thank's for reminding me..."

[bitchesgate3]

When they softened all the characters and removed how prevalent the evil ex storylines were supposed to be, it had the biggest impact on every evil woman in the game.

Making Lae'zel and Shadowheart softer meant that you no longer had something to compare to all the evil women side characters you would encounter afterward. Lae'zel is ready to kill you at any moment and questions everything you do. Shadowheart clearly is keeping something from you and you don't know whether its a foreboding premonition or a ceremonial knife.

If you could deal with Lae'zel, for example, you'd be able to deal with Kagha.

Then on top of that - removing the romance plot between Mizora/Wyll and Mystra/Gale and only giving us the perspective of the male companions ensured the ladies would never get a chance to be seen as anything other than "sexy woman who evilly tempts man".

Wyll's story was near completely rewritten so all of Mizora's potential character went out the window in place of evil handler/boss motif. And Mystra is constantly said to be in the right in her scenes' devnotes, but we never get a chance to learn how a goddess falls in love with a man. There is a story there. And potentially could have made her more interesting than old dnd where she was once referred to as "The Wh*re" by the main antagonist.

Last of my ramble is a moment in the game where your experience with annoying and irritating women would have paid off if the narrative direction of the game hadn't changed.

In Act 1 in the underdark, you run into a dwarf woman whose husband is lost amongs bibberbangs. She seems not to care of him, is kind of a pain to talk to, and as exhausting to talk to as she sounds.

In Act 3 in the launch version of the game, if you saved her husband and healed him, you learn why she was such a pain to talk to. This moment felt very on the nose, and I think it would have been more subtle and rewarding if more of the EA version of the game survived to launch.

It's like someone read the old script, realized the motif, and decided to just spell it out for the audience (which happens a lot in Act 2 and 3) instead of actually finishing out the story.

It's clear to me that the game always had a plot line of unpleasant women being more than meets the eye. This plot got watered down in launch version, which is an absolute shame. But it is the biggest reason why I fell in love with this game, and why it will always be my unshakeable canon.

[omegaremix]

Tower Records (final visit); 2006.

Close to the end of the year, and also when the semester ended, I looked forward in selling my books after finals so that I would get money back. Then I got a friend together to go with me to Tower Records in Huntington. In a matter of one hour, that money would be gone. Right now I’d be very excited about what I would find in those bins. But for years it hasn’t been the case and the euphoria of being in a store, any store at midnight, has been long gone. The entire chain went under and currently co-opting it is a third-rate clothing store.

Autumn of 2006, people were standing on the sidewalks of Route 110 holding picket signs like it was the end of the world. First advertised on those signs were ten to thirty percent off all merchandise at Tower. When passers-by and sidewalk shoppers took a closer look, they ended up in shock as they realized that it was an end of an era of some sort. Time passed by and the stakes went up. Forty to sixty percent discounts finally garnered Tower’s final audience and rush of shoppers. The final swan song came when all merchandise was down to a whopping seventy to ninety percent off. That was when they had their biggest ever turnout because no one wanted to pay full price for music. Not then, not now.

Music collectors and fans were reluctant to buy any new release or any title that was full price. They all jumped at the opportunity to clean out Tower’s shelves with a steal. Buyers hovered and tracked entire sections looking for that one shining crown jewel that made their lifetime.

As a music fan for years, I couldn’t begin to tell you how much Tower shaped my taste in music and style. Unlike FYE and Sam Goody, Tower was the one commercial music chain that had a lot of artists and titles that no other commercial store had. Think of what was the Port Jefferson Music Den (closed down in 2002) where they were the one underground record store that had everything other stores didn’t even come close to carry. I remember Nineties summertimes visiting the Massapequa location picking up rare CD singles and imports as well as other rare hard-to-find and ahead-of-release-date CD’s and artists I picked up such as Autechre’s LP5 (1999) and EC8OR’s World Beaters (1998).

And being a fan of print media and graphic design, I also bought stacks of magazines every week. The magazine selection in Huntington was unrivaled, measuring at least several rows  of sixty to seventy feet of anything and everything you could think of: industrial (Industrial Nation), punk (Punk Planet), experimental (Wire), graffiti (Disruptiv), style (Mass Appeal, Mean, Vice, YRB), and art design magazines (LoDown, especially LoDown because it satisfied my requirement for underground German pop-kultur) as well as hardcore zines (Short Fast Loud!, Maximum Rock And Roll, Under The Volcano) and other cult magazines I happened to be lucky to pick up (Lisa Carver’s Rollerderby, anyone?). Every month went at least sixty to seventy dollars total on magazines alone.

Yet towards the end of Tower’s presence I didn’t pick up on music as much because just like other buyers, I had to stand back at the higher-than-usual prices for releases. Compared to discount chains like Best Buy and other record stores, it wasn’t unusual to find a new release with no-frills to be priced at $19.99 or even $21.99. DVDs I noticed were priced at times to be five dollars higher than their competitors. Maybe some shoppers felt the same sentiment as I did.

Not only that, the forces of internet piracy and MP3 downloading of recent years proved to be too dominant and powerful to be stopped, and is currently co-existing with other existing record stores this day and age. Consumers then re-routed the system right to their own bedrooms with no price to pay for their music. These factors, plus incurring debt that led the chain to bankruptcy in 2004, proved to be too much for Tower.

Without Tower Records, it was less convenient for me to pick up whatever artist or movie title I wanted right away right after work. When Tower closed down it took a bite of some of the physical record collecting I had. Yet, only they could have given me these experiences: no more magazines letting me know what the latest art direction was or who was in the spotlight. No more frantically walking around with a huge stack of everything and more in my hands still looking for one more CD. No more back room full of posters, sheet music, jazz, classical, hip-hop, techno, and soul. No more silly Hollywood memorabilia and comic-book fantasy merchandise. No more video games, no more characters hanging out in the store wearing goth, back-pack indie, or hardcore.

No more attitudes from the employees who treated customers like nothing because they felt like it. That was really the only problem I had with Tower Records, mostly in Huntington. The cashiers pointed people out with a huff and puff because they were given more than enough change or money, or how they rang up a transaction without even making an emotion or saying a word. Some stuck female cashiers had that flat out know-it-all act for no apparent reason. Sometimes I even renounced the shop because of its sometimes poor service, but that was not the case in the end as the attitude did improve, thank you.

And no more of what would be where I had my first date with my Peruvian then-girlfriend Jenny. I would never forget wandering in that Huntington store looking for the next purchase when she walked in, greeting each other with open arms. We left when a thunderstorm knocked the power out, but we returned after dinner and had a fun time, the first of many for months to come. This was also where I met a pretty and pale Irish redhead who I later met again into at community college the following year.

What is now left of the record store scene on Long Island? A few of them which existed when Tower crumbled are still around and even new ones popped up. The majority of shops in total are still around because internet opinion made their case about the lack of quality, esthetics, art, and ritual of having the physical thing, making the case of cherishing these shops. On the online circuit, some titles are now being released in very limited quantity, mainly in the low thousands or even in the mere hundreds. It’s a huge drop-off from what the millions in print runs used to be. Naming your own price for digital downloads, sharing streams to the public, or even buying from the label or artist directly is the way to go nowadays.

Doing my Ω show, I do most of my music testing at home.  My habits have been ruined by MP3s and streams as acquiring music is of very low cost and extremely ubiquitous. After all that, it hasn’t stopped me from going to a music warehouse in Shirley or celebrating Record Store Day annually in April to find breaks, samples, or dollar music to win it all. Yes, I still very much prefer to go out of town to buy music with my money which I support the artists and shops I like. Even to this day, I’ll be very happy spending two-hundred to two-fifty a visit, if I have it, on music just to have the artwork, colours, lyrics, pictures, ink, liner notes, credits, barcode, and the entire CD itself, because later on I will turn a profit in style points as time goes by, just like when people are hoarding and sharing their vinyl and cassette collections now.

November of 2006 was my last visit to Tower Records ever. Acquired would be some titles that made my pre-Ω shows and would be part of some personal mixtapes. Prices were forty percent off on music and that was when I decided to go and treat myself. There comes a time when you just can’t wait and risk a good sale on music before they no longer have stock. The total spent on my last ever visit to Tower Records was two-hundred on music and the Andy Warhol book at seventy-five, originally one-twenty-five. (Have you ever carried a book so massive and so heavy?) I took my bags worth of music and magazines with me to the trunk of my car, never to return to the Tower Records experience again.

On another note, I am in contact with M-Ro, a former manager of Tower Records, same location. He later on became a manager of a lifestyle store more out west and is now a ticket broker in an independent movie house. He once had a show on WUSB and was a major figurehead and darling of the Long Island underground and punk scene. You may also know his brother J-Ro, who still has a slot with us at WUSB.

Andy Warhol Giant-Size

Hatebreed Supremacy

Deftones B-Sides And Rarities

Boysetsfire The Misery Index: Note From The Plague Years

Lamb Of God Ashes Of The Wake

Throwdown Throwdown

Kill Your Idols From Companionship To Competition

Stereolab ABC Music

Pretty Girls Make Graves Elan Vitale

Roots Manuva Awfully Deep

A Tribe Called Quest The Low-End Theory

Leonard Cohen Death Of A Ladies’ Man

Jesu Silver

Jenny Lewis & The Watson Twins Rabbit Fur Coat

Stereolab Fab Four Suture

Boards Of Canada Trans-Canada Highway

Ladytron Light And Magic

Kid 606 Pretty Girls Make Raves

Buzzcocks, The Operator’s Manual

Public Image Ltd. Greatest Hits So Far

Roy Ayers Virgin Ubiquity 2

Flyleaf Flyleaf

various artists Punk v. Emo

Total cost: ~ $275.00

[archiiive]

How To Get My Husband On My Side

I usually love strong female characters and I love reading them. Not a big fan of weak or damsel in distress characters. But RUBY. Idk how to explain my thoughts and feelings about her. Ik it doesn't make any sense but I feel like this is what I'd feel about my own daughter if I had one (I just turned 20 last month lolol). Ruby is by far my most favourite manhwa fmc and the most beautiful girl in my eyes I'm not even exaggerating. Yall won't believe how many times I scroll back to see the panels Ruby is in. I don't think I've even replayed shirtless Izek that many times lmao. I just stare at her in awe. I can't help but smile. I just re read this manhwa for the 4th time today, I just keep coming back here. This manhwa is so beautiful, cute, sad, painful and heartbreaking all at the same time. I cry, smile, laugh, giggle, get angry, so many emotions all at once.

I feel so sad whenever I look at Ruby's eyes. I just wanna give her a hug. Ruby is by far one of the strongest characters I've ever read. Being strong doesn't necessarily mean being physically strong yk. Everything she's gone through, those are unimaginable. The fact that she's still sane is probably the biggest proof of how strong she is. Cause imagine being abused like she was for that many years (even in her previous life, or should I say lives), she's only suffering. I can't imagine how deep the trauma runs.

Every kind of Abuse destroy people. She has gone thorough so many kind of abuses. But man SA has got to be the most horrendous things to ever happen to someone, that too by her own brother, at her own house, for so many years, where the so called brother even spread rumour about their questionable relationship outside just so her marriages could be broken off. I can't imagine going through all of that everyday and still having to smile sweetly 24/7, not having anyone to share these with, no one to rely on and pretending to be completely fine. I'd never be able to last so long, I'd be long gone.

As much as I love Izek now, it's an undeniable fact that he was a jerk to her when she first came here. Okay he had his reasons cause her family couldn't be trusted yada yada but RUBY didn't deserve any of it. Good thing she escaped from the hell, her own house but then came here to be treated like a nuisance by her own husband. Okay he's changed now and he loves her and everything is good so I'll kinda forgive him too cause at least he's giving Ruby the love, warmth, support, reassurance, comfort now. She needed them so bad. She really needed someone to confide in.

Whenever I see her holding things in and not being able to talk about her past traumas and abuse with anyone and silently putting up everything that fu*king Cesare bitch a**hole ugly looking piece of sh*t son of a wh*re does in fear that things will get worse, I just want to go get myself off by a truck and isekai into the story and stab that filthy guy until my hands fall of. I don't think I ever hated or will hate anything as much as I hate Cesare. This manhwa keeps breaking me but I still keep coming back for Ruby and maybe a little bit for Izek too, love to see them together.

I'm so mad she had to endure all of that. Idc what Ruby does or ever did. I'd support her even if she were to take initiative to end the world. I'd gladly let her destroy everything, kill everyone including me if that's what she wanted, I'd give her everything she could've ever asked for and even more cause RUBY my love deserves everything. Okay but why do I sound like a mom tho lolol. I guess Izek has a stronger competition now cause at least I'd never treat that angel like precious munchkin the way he did in the past hmph.

So in conclusion what I wanted to say is, I LOVE RUBY. My loveliest most adorable bestest sweetheart. My heart swells with love everytime she smiles. She shines so bright I fear. Ruby is the most amazing, Ruby is the most beautiful, Ruby is the strongest, i wanna bawl my eyes out everytime I look at her eyes. And if anyone tries to hurt my Ruby and talk shit about her, I'm personally coming for you, you better sleep at night with an eye open. Cause Ruby might be the sweetest but I'm certainly NOT.

[bohemian-nights]

“Each night at dusk he slashed the heart tree in the godswood to mark the passing of another day. Thirteen marks can be seen upon that weirwood still; old wounds, deep and dark, yet the lords who have ruled Harrenhal since Daemon’s day say they bleed afresh every spring.”

Is this related to Daemyra is someway? Cause i see shippers pushing this narrative. They seem bias and pretty delusional on many things to me, so i don't trust them.

As always it’s related via the fumes of the glue that they inhaled and are using to hold their sinking ship together 🤣

Nowhere in the books does it state that Daemon was thinking about Rhaenyra during this time. The man just had to send someone near and dear to him away to save her life. He wanted to die because of it. He was exhausted. Nettles was really the only thing tethering him to his life.

If they want to continue to believe that Daemon died for Missy Anne and that she remained in his heart until his dying breath then that’s cool, but even their self-insert viewed what Daemon did as an act of betrayal:

Before they counter with well she didn’t know he went to defeat the biggest threat to her reign, need I remind you birds that it was Daeron and his army and not a one eyed-man with a single dragon that was the biggest threat to her reign. Mrs. Epps just wanted her husband back, but he disobeyed her twice over by making sure Nettles lived and by going after Aemond all while losing Maidenpool to the enemy. Daemon didn’t care about your self-insert after she ordered the death of his woman😊

And while the singers aren’t the most trustworthy source, * the fact that they never sang about how Daemon and Queen Karen were reunited in the seven hells, I mean heavens, and instead sang about this speaks volumes🤷🏽‍♀️:

*Lol, they’d automatically become trustworthy if they had sung about Dumbnyra the same way Mushroom is trustworthy when he talks about Aegon being a rapist or Alicent calling her a wh*re even though he wasn’t there for either alleged incident, but he's not trustworthy(nor are first-hand accounts like Maester Norren) when it comes to Dettles😙

[theneighborhoodwatch]

Re:So Below. I have many theories on where WH will go, but I think one of my favorites is that some vestige of the show, whether it be Wally or Home, is sending out these snippets to WHRP in a desperate attempt to revitalize the neighbors. Yaknow, in one of those 'the power of memory' things?

The inky grip of oblivion encasing the entire neighborhood outside of one lone window. Technically even Wally's in the dark, with only the light from homes gaze outlining him.

Either way, it's very interesting!

(context)

so i've been thinking a lot about this ask in tandem with this reply from @totallynotadoptingallofthelnkids on one of my posts:

and for a while i couldn't really put my finger on Why, but then i realized i don't think i've ever talked about where i think we Are in welcome home's overarching narrative on this blog? i'm not talking about how much of WH we've seen - i know everything we have so far is just the prologue (or, part of the prologue?) it's more like...

... it's not a stretch of the imagination to say that we're probably starting in medias res, right? the content warnings page describes a story that centers the neighbors first and foremost, as their world falls apart around them - literally, figuratively, very likely some combination of the two. what we've seen of the prologue, though, is very much Not that; it's a research team trying to gather information about the show those puppets were from nearly 50 years after it last aired, ft. wally acting as the Bridge between these two aspects of the Overarching Narrative - and it's possible that other neighbors may follow suit, given some of the things that reply (and post) brings up.

i suppose the biggest question for me is whether the apparent Meat of the story (i.e. the puppet-centric part, the Prelude to our starting point with the WHRP in the same breath that it is the main event) will turn out to be the original four-year run of the show or the 50 years that have passed since its cancellation. was the show on a downward spiral since the day it began, or did things only begin to fall apart over the course of those 50 years with no human intervention given that puppets are made For The Sole Purpose of being used and perceived by humans? i think you can make a strong argument for either possibility - assuming they're even mutually exclusive, anyway.

all this to say: yeah, i think it is Reasonable to assume that wally, home, and/or the rest of the neighbors if not the entire town rely on being Perceived in order to continue existing; a blessing as much as it is a curse. and also to assume that everyone involved with the website (however many people that entails - wally, home, the WHRP, WHRP associates, possibly other neighbors, etc.) is banking Hard on this.

[spyroid101]

Hortus Infernal: “She loved me, once...”

...So one day I apparently got the rabid need to write some Angst & Hurt/Comfort, and my brain decided “Today, you’re making this Jestdeer cry on BOTH sides of their face!”

Sooo...Here ya go, spontaneous stream of consciousness Hortus Infernal Banban AU oneshot... that just might end up just COMPLETELY non AU canon by the time Banban 4 actually comes out and we see these characters in action. Who knows?! I’m just rolling with what makes the brain go brrr~

Warnings for abuse and injuries. 

Nothing too detailed, but... they’re there, so take care.

"Ss-so you... escaped..." The Jester rasped. "I'mmm not... s-surprised... You're... much too clever for her... Much too..."

You felt a cold knot coil in your stomach at how the room was splattered in the black ichor you'd long come to know made up these demon's blood...

All coming from that... that damn Jester, that had been the biggest, most annoying pain in your ass for the past who knows HOW long. Their once intimidating seven foot tall stance now looking so incredibly small, all crumpled pathetically in the corner of the room.

"I know... You can laugh, if it makes you feel better..." They kept an eye locked on you, only displaying the forever smiling right side of their face, but the true tone of their voice was clearly the whimpering tones of the left side, that they seemed desperate to try and hide against the wall. "...Unless I'm... not even fit enough to be used for malice..."

"What...?" You finally manage to find your voice. "What happened...?"

This- this didn't feel like something Toadster would have done, at least, that wasn't the impression you'd gotten from the short time you'd known him.

One of the other demons you'd just released from containment, maybe? As revenge for helping the Queen in getting them locked up? Was Banbaleena on a bloody rampage, or either of the Nabs? Hell, maybe even Tarta-?

"She wasn't... In the explaining mood..." The Jester's voice cut through your thoughts. "But seeing as... you're here right now... I have to assume, I'm just a failure, as usual..."

"...'She'...?" The light bulbs were starting to flicker on in your head, and you wished you could just rip them out of the sockets and smash them against the floor.

Bouncelia? She- she did this, to her own-?

"Why...are you here...?" Their voice sounded shaky, like they were afraid of the answer you'd give.

"I'm- I-" You desperately tried to get your now even more frantic thoughts back in line. "She still has Castor. I- I need to go back and-"

"Right...The Stolas... Of course..." The Jester's voice quavered, but quickly, they forced the more upbeat voice of their right side to take over. "W-well, as I assume you-you're in a hurry, you're in l-l-luck!"

Slowly, shakily, as if they really, really didn't want to, they stretched out their feathered wing.

"Th-the self healing's almost done h-here, ss-s-so..." Their trembling got worse, as they further pressed their left side into hiding. "With...it out of commission, my mobility will be decreased... a-a good... forty-eight percent! More than adequate!"

"Wh-?"

"A n-new break will... will take a good... few hours to re-mend..." They took a steadying breath. "If I... might be so bold to request: just a single... quick, clean break at the elbow joint? It'll still do the job-"

"NO!" You exclaimed in horror, that knot in your stomach now tossing and turning, as if it were trying to claw up out of your insides.

"...Fair. I am not... in any position to make demands, after all..." They mumbled, sounding defeated as they finally dropped their gaze from you. "G-go on, then... However you wish-"

Whatever else was said, it was lost as you suddenly turned heel and sprinted out of the room.

God DAMN it, it had to be some kind of trick! A trap! It just- HAD to-

And yet, feeling as if you were on autopilot, you found yourself snatching up any loose tarp and cloth you laid your eyes on, even managing to rip down one of the Queen Bouncelia banners, before returning to the room.

They only gave you a momentary glace, before averting it again.

"...I won't retaliate, you needn't bother with restraints-"

"That's not-!" Your gut clenched as your raised voice caused them to flinch. "...I'm not looking to hurt you..."

"Then just what... are... you doing?"

A part of you... was asking that yourself.

All the same, you found yourself kneeling beside the Jester, one of the cloths bundled up in your hand. Slowly, steadily, you pressed it up against one of the still seeping gashes on their side.

"Oh, shi- did I just make it worse?" You asked as their body tensed.

"I- No?" They said, voice full of weary confusion. "I-If you're trying to-"

"I'm not." You restated, firmly.

"...No." They finally repeated after a pause, once again going slack. "Just... reflex."

You nodded, and went about securing the cloth in place.

"You know these will eventually heal on their own..." They mumbled. "You're wasting your time..."

"No, I'm not." You said, grabbing another cloth. "Now, let me see your-"

"If you don't plan on running on ahead without that Stolas, you are." They reiterated, a soft growl to their voice. "Human, if you give her time to get her plan of attack back in order-"

"Your face." You interrupted. You couldn't stomach getting talked out of this now, you just- you couldn't. "Let me see your face."

"...It's right here." They stated flatly, widening their sharp toothy Cheshire grin.

Good. The damn deer being a pain in the ass was more familiar territory to you.

"Funny. Really." You rolled your eyes. "I mean your whole face, c'mon..."

You reached out, touching your fingertips to their chin, gently coaxing them to turn their head.

They hesitated for a moment, before relenting, finally letting the left side of their face be seen.

The left side's eternal frown was twisted into a pained grimace, black blood leaking down from the lips, as well as their nostril. Their eye was practically swollen shut, what little bit of the sclera you could see blackened by being bloodshot, as tears streamed down their face.

"God..." You couldn't help but breathe.

"Not like it was ever my good side." They teased. Or, at least seemed to try to. Their heart wasn't in it.

You swallowed thickly, urging yourself to stop gawking and keep moving as you softly pressed the cloth against the left side of their face, slowly and gently wiping away the blood and tears.

You paused, as they let out a sigh, and leaned their head into the touch, before going still.

For a moment, you began to worry they'd just blacked out, when you suddenly noticed the pinpricks of tears now also starting to from in their right eye.

"...She loved me, once, you know..." They whispered. "Whenever she smiles, I remember that... But I suppose after several lifetimes, the humor starts to fail..."

You felt yourself start to shake. From sorrow or anger, you weren't completely sure...

For damn sure, you were feeling BOTH.

"That... That doesn't excuse... this..." You managed to speak past the lump forming in your throat. "Nothing... Excuses this..."

"...No, I suppose it doesn't..."

A few more seconds of silence pass, until you feel their hand nudge yours. Taking the cue, you allow them to take hold of the cloth, so they could take control of cleaning their own face.

"If you were just... doing this in order to try and acquire an ally... I'm sorry to disappoint you..." Their eyes avert yours. "The pact that was made... The part of me she holds in her possession... It's a strong one. When she calls, I have no choice but to answer-"

"It's fine, don't worry about it." You answer, firmly.

"Then... even though I won't lie, and it will only waste your time, and sabotage your efforts..." They pause, as if struggling to truly decide if they should continue. "If I might request... Sit beside me... just... for a bit longer-"

"Of course."

You don't even need to give it a second thought, and quite frankly... you could use the rest yourself, as well.

As you gingerly sat down besides them, you briefly wondered how close they exactly wanted to to sit-

"Woah-!"

-When that was pretty much answered for you, as they leaned over, completely resting their head atop of yours.

"I'm... very tired, human..." They mumbled.

"Yeah, I- I can tell..." You squirm a bit, attempting to make the position at least a little more comfortable for you. "So, uh... Since we're apparently getting rather... close, I suppose I should ask... You got a name?"

"Of course."

You wait, expecting them to elaborate...

...They do not.

"Uhhm... Gonna... let me know what it is...?"

"Ahh, you meant a name here... In which case, not really, no."

...And they fall silent again.

"You're, uh... Going to have to elaborate." You raised an eyebrow. "Like, I should know what I could call you... besides 'Stupid Deer', and all..."

"A true name." They give a little raspy snort of laughter. "We all have true names. True names have power, and no Demon is stupid enough to give them to the Summoners. So, they decide what they wish us to be called during our contract... Or, did you actually think a denizen of Hell reigned terror under a name like 'Banban'?"

You're glad their position doesn't allow them to see the flush that flashes across your face, because... yeah, you maybe... kinda...

Absolutely did...

All the same, your lack of answer seems to give all the answer they need, as they let out a few more chuckles.

"Either way..." They continued. "They'd only summoned her, and my pact is what dragged me along. They had plans for her, and not me, but still I was there. So they just... labeled me as her Jester, and left it at that..."

"I see..." You mumbled. "Guess that... doesn't really help me figure out what to call you, though, huh?"

The only reply they give is a soft hum. ...

...Okay, the weight leaning against you was really starting to become an issue.

You squirm and try to find some way to properly brace yourself, without either toppling over completely, or pushing on any of their wounds. Your efforts seemed to go unnoticed, as the Jester neither made comment, nor moved to try and assist you.

You eventually give up, resorting to try and, politely, push on their chest in hopes that they'll back off just a bit-

...When you noticed... something... missing...

It took you a moment to really pinpoint it, but the complete, cold, stillness under your hand...

...There was no heartbeat.

While you wouldn't be shocked if some of these creatures could still function without a heart, every one you'd had extensive contact with so far had possessed a heartbeat!

Castor, all the Fiddles flying around, Tarta, even Nabnaleena-!

'The part of me she holds in her possession...'

It's at that moment , your memory draws back to Queen Bouncelia, and the staff she'd held, the way you were able to hear a pulsing coming from within the ordainment at the top...

"Your heart..." You spoke your thoughts aloud. "She... has your heart, doesn't she?"

"...A powerful pact, indeed..." They finally spoke again. "One I made in a lifetime when I was young, mortal, stupid...In love ... That has stretched on in every single lifetime since, and will continue, even after this is over, however the outcome..."

You silently mull over their words, allowing them to sink in...

...And fuel your resolve.

"No, it won't." You state, firmly. "I came here to get my child back, yes... But I don't plan on just leaving you all here like this, either. I'm... I'm going to help. Castor, Seline-"

'Banban?'

Your voice falters on the name... Honestly, you're still not sure how trustworthy he truly is...

...But that was going to be a mental dilemma you were going to have to sort out another time. For now, you just knew none of them deserved to have this fate.

"-I'm going to figure out how to get you all home, so... that means I'm going to help YOU as well, pact and all..." You pause. "...Somehow."

The Jester finally stops leaning on you, pulling back to be able to see your face, forms of a quizzical expression managing to come across both sides of theirs.

"You are...endlessly perplexing, human..." They chuffed. "I hope you don't find me not holding my breath rude... but the thought is a warm one, all the same."

"I mean it!"

"I know you do..." They turned their head once again to hide away the left side of their face, to be sure you clearly got the smile. "And... for whatever I may be forced to do next... Just know there isn't any malice in the actions I take."

You nod in understanding, and the Jester seems satisfied with that as an answer.

They then proceeded to move to stand up. You almost find yourself protesting, seeing their legs shake like a newborn fawn's, but its only a few moments before before they get it under control, and stand back up at their full, towering, seven foot height.

Seems they were right, the wounds healed up on their own... but you still hoped you'd helped make the experience at least... a little more comfortable to put up with...

"Now, then..." They said, reaching a hand down in an offer to help you up as well. "I've already taken up quite a bit of your busy schedule, and you've got quite a few beings depending on you."

You accept the hand, and stifle a gasp at just how effortlessly they manage to hull you up to your feet, singled handed. You're reminded, once again, just how strong these creatures are...

...And try your best not to think too hard about how strong Bouncelia must be in comparison, in order to be able beat the Furfur down to their earlier, frightened, broken state...

"...Actually, one thing before you go..."

Suddenly, the Jester used their grip on your hand to pull you in, super close, leaning their head down, you felt their cold nose touch your ear and-!

A... whis...per...?

A single word was spoken. To you, and you alone. You knew it was a word, but at the same time, it was like sand, your brain struggling to grasp and make sense of what exactly it was, sending shocking flashes of hot and cold through your spine, every time you came close.

...No, no. It wasn't just a word.

It was a name!

"J-Ja-" You attempt once again to enunciate what you just heard, only to be shushed by a finger pressed to your lips.

"Hey, don't go just spreading that around now, okay?" You nod, still unable to get your brain to form other words, and the Jester frees your lips again. "...It's not more powerful than my pact, it won't be able to save you from me there... but, if you're still insistent on going back to the Kingdom for your Stolas, and on the... slim chance should you somehow survive and make it further down... and the need truly arises..."

"I'll call..." You say, finally starting to get your words back.

They give your hand a small squeeze in acknowledgement, before finally letting go.

"Now, I do believe you have a little Stolas to rescue~" They said in a singsong voice, preforming a little bow. "Best of luck to you, human~"

"You, too." You say, before turning to book it out of the room.

Your task list had just grown quite a bit more complicated, now having to add "Figure out how to break an ancient pact" to the pile...

...But if being a single parent for four years hadn't stopped you from dealing with an ever growing laundry list of disasters before, this new development certainly was not going to be the thing that finally broke your streak!

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

Penelope: independent, has her own money and title, made something out of herself self-made queen!!

the other #Bridgerton girlies: just married the tons manwh*re the end that’s their whole story so pathetic

I too would be fuming about Penelope if my favs only personality was she married a rich ho* that whole ton have tasted in great detail for long periods of time!!

I know why they mad I would be too tbh, like all them girlies whole personality is about them marrying the ton man wh*re! While they have no interesting personalities, qualities or anything special about them they just bore just exist to make babies be wifes to marry rich man so very female character of them I mean the show is set in time where woman didn’t have no interesting qualities about them and was just there to be baby making machines but my girl Pen said nah I’m do my own thing! she’s such complex intriguing flawed fun character that’s why they mad bc their fav are 2d boring basic bland characters can’t even be marry Sue bc marry Sue suppose to be perfect but they aren’t that either just very pick me girls to the very end fact their lives stopped after they married not that they had any lives to begin with but just so sad tragic!

I’m sorry y’all fav character biggest personality trait was marrying a rich yt man who*re and betraying their own flesh like that’s something special or in Eloise case being just fake feminist who only talks does nothing at all but is a hypocrite cuz she didn’t want all that just for her to throw it all away for the first pretty yt boy with she sees and she betraying her friend for man she just met too Eloise is such written by a yt woman character if I have ever seen one bc of her yt feminism bs which is just fake feminism because she herself didn’t want something not bc she genuinely care abou feminism or wanna do something for woman but bc she dont want that thing she hates for herself like to marry an old hag!

[nereidprinc3ss]

ppl calling dybmn reader/spence toxic have never been in an actual irl relationship i fear… i don’t think people realize how much talking and like negotiation of boundaries happens sometimes in relationships (i dont mean negotiating as in one person compromising their boundaries ykwim) like unfortunately to be in a healthy relationship u guys just gotta have it out sometimes idk what to tell you…

i’ve been enjoying dybmn so much and i was so curious abt how they would resolve things after part 5 but part 6 just felt perfect, it was so well written and you can rlly feel how much they love each other!!

ive taken to calling dybmn spencer a wh*re in my head it’s not derogatory or affectionate but in a fun little place in between… like when he was like i’m going to be polite and go home 😇 i was like oh this [BEEEP] is NOT leaving the premises (also reader is so me bc i leave doors unlocked constantly its a point of concern for many people in my life)

i just rlly love spencer’s characterization here… i feel like it’s rare to find fics of spence in the later seasons or like post-prison era that feel accurate but this series nailed it for me tbh… that combo of sweetness + old insecurities + jaded-ness… WE LOVE YOU PIPE CLEANER!!!

also this series is very similar to the beginning of my current relationship and there was one time when i said “ive never done this before” in the middle of the act (completely honest) and afterwards they were like “hey… have u actually never done that before or was that like ur version of a hot roleplay bc if it was, it rlly worked” i was like LMFAOOO??? 😭😭😭 + i feel like dybmn reader and spence couldve had an interaction like that early in their relationship.. reader mentions being inexperienced for the first time and spencer is in his head trying to profile is my gf a virgin /srs or /j?

sorry to ramble at you!! i just find this pairing sooo sweet bc it echoes a lot of experiences i’ve had and you write every aspect so well! i hope ur having a great day 🪷🪷🪷

no no i always appreciate a good ramble!! thank you for sharing!!

i also use whore/slut affectionately to refer to men i like now so im glad this is finally catching on it makes me so happy that you guys get where im coming from with spencer is a manwhore

and im glad it feels in character for you!! one of my biggest fears while writing fic is that spencer will just become unrecognizable and be any other male love interest ever and i rlly don’t want that

you definitely might be right that he didn’t know whether to believe her or not when she first told him but i have dabbled in writing out scenes where she tells him for the first time…….. idkkkk

that’s so funny that happened to u tho LMAO

anyway thank u again!! mwah

[polypomefiore]

Some more Jackpel omegaverse pregnancy ideas

The biggest thing that upset Epel the most during his entire pregnancy wasn’t the morning sickness, the cramps, or even the trouble of falling asleep by himself, but the fact that he wasn’t allowed to participate in maglift club activities since Leona and Ruggie forbid him from participating due to the potential of him getting hurt and losing the pup. Poor Epel would sulk about it in his room for several hours.

While Epel was going into labor and giving birth, he was cursing more than an angry drunk sailor because good lord he was in so much pain. And when Vil tries to call him out on his vulgar speech, Epel would snap at him.

Epel: “F**K YOU VIL! I’M PUSHING A GOD D**M BABY OUT OF MY F**KING C**T AND YOUR TELLING ME TO WATCH MY MOUTH!?!? F**K YOU!”

Rook: “I would gladly…”

Vil: “NOT NOW, ROOK!”

Meanwhile in the sitting room, the other first years are hearing all of this and are just sitting there thinking, “What the f**k are they doing to him?”

Speaking of Vil (who is also an omega) would pretty much become Epel and Jack’s personal midwife. Providing Epel with carefully crafted potions to help ease his aches and vomiting, giving Jack lectures on omega pregnancy, giving Epel a special perfume to help mask his pregnancy pheromones, skin lotions and creams for his stretch marks, and generally just providing physical and emotional support for the young parents (Vil was probably the one who helped Jack and Epel get together in the first place before the pregnancy). To the point where two weeks before Epel goes into labor, Jack and Epel would ask Vil if he would like to be the godfather of their pup, which he happily accepts.

While Leona (who would be an alpha) doesn’t openly show it, he is as much of a protective mama bear as Vil, especially when it comes down to protecting Epel from the students who ridicule and call him a wh@re. As soon as Jack, Leona, and Rook confronted the bullies, they would instantly run away with their tails between their legs. And they would be too afraid to bully Epel again after that (Hopefully Rook doesn’t sneak into their rooms at night and smother them with a pillow in their sleep).

Lilia, of course, would happily jump at the chance to volunteer to babysit Epel and Jack’s cute little pup, cause you know he would want to take care of another precious little baby, plus he hasn’t had the chance to look after a wolf beastmen pup. Don’t worry, Lilia will get some help from Silver, so no need to worry about Lilia feeding the pup his homemade applesauce with vinegar, dead rats, hot sauce, pepper, salt, and garlic.

lilia no! there isn’t even any apples in there!!

i love it when everyone comes together to form a makeshift pack to help jack and epel when they’re expecting, especially poor epel who’s especially vulnerable to bullying. he’s lucky he has such protective alphas looking after him <3

and omegas too! i’m sure vil has put other students in their place for bath mouthing epel and/or jack, and he’s arguably just as scary as leona. i’d imagine some students getting jealous of epel for stealing vil’s attention

and epel cussing during birth…yeah lol. let him cuss vil he’s going thru it

and lilia babysitting would be so cute!! i can see him holding the little pup while he’s in class, the bebe fast asleep in his arms while he listens to the lecture. so cute

[ko-neko-san]

OH MY GOD okay so I've bitched before abt using star wars expletives irl right? It's gotten to the point that if I'm doing some shit at work I default to -specifically- kriff and kark bc fuck me ig idk, BUT TODAY one of my kids asked why I don't use the rocking chair the other teacher uses and I said I don't like sitting in it bc I sit on the edge of it and rocking chairs aren't conducive to that, and she goes "well why do you sit on the edge" and I went, OUT LOUD, TO A 5 YEAR OLD "oh its bc when I sit on rocking chairs I usually sit like a schutta and while it is comfortable that's not cool at school" and I didn't even notice until AFTER I said it 😭 I'm so glad she didn't ask for clarification bc I have no idea how to explain that in the space opera I love that means something close to wh*re and what's that? Oh you'll havta google that one later bestie whoops I think I hear my mom calling me byeee

I need yall to know this fuckin image is the BIGGEST reason I think abt sitting like a schutta EVER