#ngs speaks

[plumdiggity]

There’s a standing event with my friends, we all come over to a place to hang out and drink and catch up and watch movies. The last couple of times I’ve blacked out but that’s kind of my fault for drinking on an empty stomach and no one else seems to mind me staying the night.

I’m the last to arrive, stuck in traffic, and the only spot free is right in the middle of the couch so I wedge myself in between and am immediately handed a drink. We’re just watching old vine compilation videos so it’s not weird that the video ends and another starts every few minutes. It takes me a few seconds to realise the next video isn’t vines or memes. It’s… porn. People with backs hunched wordlessly moaning and thrusting into some girl whose face is covered by another girls thighs assumedly being eaten out. It sounds brutal, balls slapping so loud I’m surprised if it doesn’t hurt. I laugh a little, about to make a joke about someone accidentally adding in their porn collection but stop when I recognise the couch. It’s the one I’m currently sitting on. I look around to gauge everyone else’s reactions but all eyes are on me.

“We were surprised that even after the 5th time we drugged you that you still never caught on. So we thought we’d skip that this time.”

“Yeah. Either you’re completely oblivious or way more of a slut than we thought.”

My eyes pivot back to the screen in time to see the camera pull back and the angle change and I’m watching myself getting manhandled into a new position. Straddling someone and hands shoving me down onto their thick cock, then pushed forward so my ass was more exposed for a second to slam into me as well. My cries are muffled and the camera turns so I see my drugged out self struggling to deepthroat a huge strap on that I’m told is going to split my tight ass if I don’t slobber it up enough.

I barely register that my glass had been taken out of my hand and my best friend has started sliding her hand up my thigh under my skirt. I don’t hear the rustling of clothing being removed but I let out an involuntary whimper when my bestie rubs her fingers over my panties and leans in close to whisper “I’m gonna make you squirt with that strap in your ass this time.”

[grimesgirll]

being punish by rick & daryl, maybe for being a brat and going against their rules

“this is so elementary, rick.”

“yeah? and so is behavin’.”

you arch and whimper when another particularly painful swat lands against your bottom.

“but you seemed to miss the memo on that.”

the ricktatorship may be over but breaking one of rick’s golden rules results in corporal punishment. the only difference is that this time, rick isn’t just lecturing you but bending you over and none other than your daryl backs him up in his correcting of you.

you’re deliriously wet feeling his erection beneath you. it turns you on to no end knowing that you could squeeze an orgasm or two out of your lovers, “proving a point.”

rules are rules.

and rick and daryl declared that you can’t leave the gates until your concussion’s healed up.

at the tail end of a weekend run, you had the misfortune of running into a walker and being body slammed into the pavement of the hardware store parking lot beneath you. after a visit with denise determined that you’d acquired a light concussion, you were immediately instructed to take it easy, given some pain pills, and sent home with rick to draw you a bath.

your ex-sheriff had been so tender stepping you into the bath with him, spending enough time bathing and relaxing the tension in your muscles and below your concussion in your neck. he’s even sweeter toweling you off.

that’s why rick is beyond furious to find out that you’ve run out to the local big box store to comb for back inventory with sasha, aaron, and eugene.

“you were supposed to be here,” rick huffs. “healing. but no. you had to go and be stubborn.”

“disrespectin’ doctor’s orders,” daryl chimes in.

you let out a whine in disappointment, dejected that your younger lover won’t meet your doe eyes or talk rick down. daryl deferred to rick, if not out of reverence for your leader, then because he couldn’t help but want to see what happens next. he could try but he’s not immune to the mewls coming out of your honeyed lips or how your watery eyes have his pants suddenly feelin’ a little too tight.

tonight daryl won’t be saving you. why would he? you’re wriggling onto rick, wet little thing. why would he stand in the way of you getting stuffed full of cock just the way you like it?

you’re not quite there yet.

annoyed grievances float through your mind and out your mouth. just as they had earlier, your vexed complaints have rick tensing, rolling his eyes at you. just like you’d dismissed him initially once you’d pranced through the door with arms full of scavenged finds.

“my concussion’s healed,” you insist, still struggling on top of rick but not enough to actually get yourself anywhere. “there was no reason for me not to go.”

“uh uh,” rick hums and takes your chin in his hand, craning your neck back to look into his eyes, still irate, not yet succumbing to the sight of you on his lap like this.

“rick,” you’re protesting. you turn your head to daryl, who’s standing and observing the scene unfolding. “daryl,” you pout once he catches your gaze. “you know i was feeling better.”

“but you’re bein’ an asshole, baby.”

“just like rick - ah!”

“now what was that?”

now you don’t just feel rick’s sturdy hand against your ass but the lash of his leather belt.

“fuck!” you moan, wincing as a second strike burns not just your bottom but your core. your eyes flutter back up to rick. “you’re so not being fair right now.”

the ex-sheriff just shakes his head at you. “rules are rules,” and you’re writhing beneath the impact of another blow to your reddened rear.

“you like that, honey?” rick questions. “you like gettin’ spanked and not listenin’.” his grip loosens on the belt, dropping it from one hand to delve fingers first towards your dripping heat. he smirks at you. “knew i felt somethin’ wet my pants.”

it’s teasing - not even a punishment anymore, just gloating when he raises a glistening finger to the light.

“you always love this, don’t you?”

the frown you’re sending daryl for calling you out doesn’t stay on for long; rick abandons the belt turns you upright, situated on his lap before he plunges his middle and ring finger inside of you.

your face scrunches with surprise and softens, tensing again when he kneads your walls open. that pulsing pressure that had come to life as soon as rick had you bent over his lap is finally coming to fruition. every curl of rick’s fingers has you groaning like a walker.

“gonna spend a lot of time stretchin’ you out tonight, doll, but you’re still gonna need to learn your lesson. rules are rules.” he emphasizes his point by picking up the pace, earning purrs and pants from you.

“what’s my lesson?” the question comes from your lips, heavy with breath. the smirk you’re finally indulging daryl in invites him close enough to thumb over the fabric of your top.

“wanna know what your lesson is?”

you nod. the younger man’s eyes cloud with lust at you finally shuttin’ up and listening.

“you need to take care of yourself.”

rick accentuates daryl’s point with a grip on your hips and a beckoning finger against your plush interior. “you said your concussion was healed but you shouldn’t be pushin’ yourself like that.” he expresses in words, eyes softening. “we get worried ‘bout you.”

the fact that they may just be overly protective had crossed your mind. perhaps.

“‘you sorry for worryin’ us?” daryl’s on the bed, boots off and a hard on in front of you.

no response comes from you until rick’s working one out of you. the fingers dragging against your plush interior thrust further. your mouth opens in shock when a third finger wedges it’s way into you.

“yes,” you breathe, locking eyes with daryl. “i just thought you took care of me already.” your pants are rocky but the meaning you put into each word is unshakeable. “i don’t need to be on bed rest for a week.”

“yeah, yeah,” rick gruffs into your ear. you shiver when you feel his lips on brushing against your ear. “i don’t think you would’ve been complainin’ if we would’ve spent less time letting you rest and more time doin’ this, sweetheart.”

and he’s right.

one arm wrapped around your midsection, rick anchors you to him to rock you in time with his fervent fingers. one head nod from the man to daryl has him tugging off your top. the light squeezes to your chests and you’re basking in his touch. that nod might’ve been synonymous with daryl tripping every wire of pleasure your erogenous zones have to offer. and your favorite, talented mouth is puckering around your puffu nipple.

it’s like your night flashes before you when you come. you struggle to connect how you went from first being face down in the comforter to gushing all over rick’s thick fingers.

daryl is right there to steal the sweet sounds from your luscious lips, locking those velvety soft love vessels with his.

the whole thing has rick growing in his boxers. even as your cunt clamps down around his fingers, you cant and buck down into the denim of his straight legs. another look between your lovers and you’re right back where you started. you’re giggling as you bounce on the mattress from rick manhandling you into position.

now for the fun part.

“now come over here and show daryl how you’re supposed to use that pretty mouth.”

[shaggydogstail]

FourPlay String Quartet have posted on Instagram in support of Neil Gaiman's victims.

It's a good statement; simple, solid, and to the point. Glad to see it.

TEXT: fourplaysq - We, the members of FourPlay String Quartet, are shocked and devastated by the appalling allegations against Neil Gaiman, with whom we’ve worked for over 14 years. We stand unequivocally with his victims, and all victims of sexual violence and emotional abuse.

[hickeygender]

so we all know the explicit sakai deer imagery, right? despite stags being associated with kazumasa, deer are still an appropriate symbol for jin as well (fast, silent, peaceful rather than predatory by nature but still capable of killing). since jin = deer, what would ryuzo best be represented by? maybe there's some textual hint, or hidden dialogue that we could go off of? maybe it's not explicit, but-

yeah, no. the game literally awards you this trophy right after you recruit him. the only way i think they could get more explicit with the shady wolf analogy is by calling the trophy "the big bad wolf", or "wolf in sheep's clothing".

ryuzo - passionate, unpredictable, violent ryuzo - being compared to a wolf is fitting, even more so when you consider the trophy refers to multiple wolves, meaning the straw hats. he was taken in by them, an unruly, masterless group, and he became their leader. despite betraying jin, he doesn't lack loyalty entirely; he only remains loyal to those he views as family after they took him in following the tournament.

his primary motivations in the narrative are staying fed, and providing for his family. he doesn't care about playing nice, or fighting clean, or lessening collateral damage. if his belly is full and his family is fed, none of that matters, and i can't think of a more apt description of that mentality than wolfish.

[kathsthots]

adding alcohol to the calorie counter and still being under

[acheemient]

Thinking of making a list of fics that can be stand ins for season/series 3 if it comes down to it 🤔

[redlollygag]

hey did anyone else sob watching midnight mass on Netflix or are you normal

[aspiringmate]

Smoking for the first time and getting fisted for the first time in the same play session was fucking insane,,

Got so overstimulated that I cried when I came around their fist

[jos-reblog-emporium]

I need to practice edging. I need to practice getting to that edge and staying there. And I need to practice being conscious about it. It's on my bucket list to edge and stay edge for a full 24 hours.

[plumdiggity]

If I beg really nicely, would you let me make out with another girl while we grind on a double-ended dildo and you and your friend fuck our asses?

[thieves-in-the-palace]

jumps into ur ask box hello. hi. what are ur ng+ time loop thoughtz

god i have. a lot of thoughts about ng+ time loops in general. in relation to this post tho i specifically have Some Thoughts about Akira going through the loops trying to figure out why he's stuck there, how to get out, etc and also having to contend with Akechi dying every time but also like…the inevitable emotional cycles that come with watching the same guy die over and over.

✧ "Who is more unlucky here? The one who will die every time but never remember? Or the one who will live every time and always remember?" –> "Me. I'm the more unlucky one. What's this dude's fucking problem" –> "What's MY fucking problem? Why does this keep happening to me? Why doesn't anyone else remember? Why can't I escape this? Why does Akechi have to die every time??" –> "What's this dude's FUCKING problem–"

✧ does it count as a parasocial relationship if you know the guy irl and also it's based on the weird sense of kinship that comes with being doomed to repeatedly live through the same year over and over while he's doomed to die every time. hand in hand they are BOTH doomed baybee

✧ You know how Akechi is often portrayed as having Death Note-esque internal monologues when interacting with Akira? That but Akira is having his own wildly different internal monologue that sounds a lot like "okay you shit idiot. what's it gonna take to keep you from dying"

✧ The rest of the Thieves are surprised when Akira doesn't seem to react to Akechi's death, but they figure he's trying to keep it together for the sake of the mission. Truly tho Akira is mentally cussing Akechi out and lamenting the fact they're gonna have to fight god again soon. rip lawboy you would've loved fighting ol' yaldy

✧ Futaba hacks Akira's phone (for enrichment) and sees his most recent google search "is it bad to stop feeling bad after the 15th time you watch the same person die or are you allowed to start getting annoyed about it" – maybe he's going through something similar to what she went through w/ her mom? She starts prodding him about his past, but it doesn't really get her anywhere…

(If u want to get even more into Game-Based Reality Nonsense u could even say that Futaba can't find anything on Akira aside from his criminal record. No hospital records, no school info, no nothing. It's like the guy didn't even exist before the day he got arrested. Akira might not have any answers either, which, u know, doesn't help with the mental strain caused by being stuck in a time loop. Does he even exist outside of the loop? If the loop ended, would he disappear with it? etc etc)

✧ At the beginning of each loop, Akira makes a list of things that might break the time loop, updating it as needed. "Akechi survives" is at the top of the list every time bc it's one of the only things that never happens.

✧ Akira just generally having a slightly shorter temper w/ Akechi bc truly. How do u go through this sort of ordeal w/o wanting to rattle him like a maraca after a point. He won't hesitate to call Akechi cringe when the guy leans too heavily on his Pleasant Lawboy™ persona.

They wind up sparring in Mementos more frequently bc this Akira is more willing to entertain Akechi's bloodlust; fighting is a good outlet for Akira's own frustrations. Akechi keeps getting more and more annoyed each time tho bc why tf can this attic trash keep up with him? How is he predicting Akechi's attacks so well? (Akechi's going to start spitting fire if he ever finds out Akira has been holding back during their fights lmao. Akira can easily trounce him in 1v1 since like…3 loops ago?)

✧ Akira spending so much time annoyed and even furious w/ Akechi for not having enough self-preservation to survive even one loop only to ultimately circle right back into The Guilt + Sorrow bc god, all this time and he still can't figure out how to keep this fuckhead alive?

And it IS guilt Akira feels, unfortunately. Makoto and Futaba were both antagonistic towards the Phantom Thieves at first, too. Just spending some time with them was enough to reveal how getting screwed over by adults guided their actions; it doesn't absolve them of threatening the group, but it makes them easier to forgive.

Akira wonders, sometimes, if he's too quick to forgive Akechi. He's killed people, and he claims to be perfectly okay with being a murderer so long as it means he can reach his goals. But Akechi is a liar all the way down, too, because a cold-hearted killer wouldn't sacrifice himself for his enemies. He wouldn't give up his only shot at vengeance so easily after going through years of hell to achieve it. Yet Akechi still dies in that boiler room every time. Akechi never truly hates Akira, and Akira can't quite bring himself to ever truly hate Akechi, either.

But then Akira sees Akechi alive and well and smiling for the camera in the next loop, and he gets the abrupt urge to lay the guy out.

✧ "I want you to live. I also never want to see you again."

✧ And all of this is w/o getting into P5R's third semester hijinks. Akira thinking he's finally escaped the time loop only to realize that something Worse is happening now.

And Akechi is still there, because of fucking course he is–

[tallmadgeandtea]

“Vote for Andre” okay well I was at the court martial held by a Board of General Officers on September 29, 1780, and they DID vote for Andre and looked what happened. He DIED. A vote for John Andre is a vote for the gallows!

[undefeatablesin]

Anyway, Tarnished reveal because I may not have new art to show but I sure do have screenshots lmao 💙

[coinoperatedbird]

*Neil . . . . . . . . oh dis about to get long and unfriendly...

Second of all - jesus.fucking.christ.on.a.crutch.at.christmas.uphill.in.a.god.damn.yeti.lickin.blizzard.... did you get tired of harassing the H.P. RP community and come here looking for attention? wat the actual fuck my guy? fuck off. im not responsible for Neil**'s actions anymore than Pablo's responsible for them. so take that entirty and fuck right the fuck off with it. preferably very far and away from me. like...the bottom of the the grand canyon. how you get there is entirely up to you. now...

Ok that that bit of the ugly is out of the way...lets move on to the other part of it.... Third of all-- two hundred years? are you a flat earther too? like i mean on top of being an entire tit stuck to a dick? TWO HUNDRED YEARS? How fucking uncultured you are, dear. Like so uncultured that i'm slightly afraid for those around you with your kind of lack in awareness of knowledge. srsly a two second google search would have shown you this...(please see below)

Now in case you also aren't aware of how centuries work...the 17th century covers from the year 1600-1700. (also a fun fact you could google but im saving you the time aren't i just so nice.) And so like last I checked in with the laws of mathmatics....1700 subtracted from 2024 equals 324. So even if we assume the story of little red cap started there and did not originate from any other earlier tale that's still---124 years more than your 'guess'. which is seriously all i can think of you did. guess i mean. had u done ur research clearly we wouldn't be here regarding that part of your ugly statement.

But let's talk about that for a minute yea?

10th century 900-1000 Little Red Cap was first told as an oral tale.

Taken from Google for ease : (Many scholars believe the story originated as a spoken folktale among European peasants as early as the 10th century.)

Now you might say oh that's vague there's no proof how can you prove it all they did was talk, blah blah blah. Go have a sit down with a literary historian, they're much more equipped to explain that to you in a way you would understand. yes i really just told you to go ask someone else because i can not in fact bring my iq down to ur level to explain it to you. its a flaw. im aware of it. i apologize.

Moving on, lets assume u've now had that nice chat with that extremely more qualified and patient person than my self historian. That out of the way we're heading into the next issue with ur nasty wee words...

the 10th century aka 900-1000 is still quite a bit more than 200 years before the 19th (thats 1800-1900) by around what 800 years give or take? and even further from where we are now which would be...2024 minus lets call it 950 for fairness....that's 1074 years again give or take a little. so what do you think that means? did you work it out? you got it? that's right! the story of little red cap and the big bad wolf is approximatly one thousand and seventy-four years old. good job!

Now i can hear you going 'AH HA GOT U! LUKA WAS CAST OUT IN BC AND HIS STORY DIDNT POP UP UNTIL AD!'

That statement is true. well done. but that literally has jack to do with when or where we think his story first got spoken. We know it was a spoken story because it was passed down for ages in other countries that the grimm brother's never visited and yet those people knew the story without every having heard of the grimm brother's book let alone read it. so explain that. can you? i can. its very simple....

all we know is that's as far as memory went. aka that's as far back as the last story teller said it was. let me try to put it another way that's easier to follow... Story teller #10 (for 10th century) - he tells the story...but where did he get it from? the story teller before him. and where did that story teller get it from? most likely the story teller before her. and while that story teller may not have enjoyed the tale and there fore did not tell it often her replacement perhaps did like the story but never had a chance to tell it to anyone but his replacement. and that one (#10) took his master's grief of never having gotten to tell it and told the story many times over his life.

so what does that tell us? that tells us that the story of little red cap and the big bad wolf COULD REALLY HAVE originated hundreds of years prior maybe even thousands. We honestly do not know how old oral stories could be because there is no actual way to tell when the story was first woven to pay for a spot by the fire, or perform there duty in the tribe, etc. srsly we don't know. all we can know is however far back human memory goes, and what we find in stone that's survived. that's the only history that's concrete and funny how not even that is because its the victors that write the histories and the victors always put themselves in the best light they can manage.

BUT NOW LETS TALK ABOUT IRELAND AND WOLVES.

Its one of my favorite topics! why? because there's just so many gosh darn wolves in irish mythology and it kinda irritates me how often they're looked over and forgotten. did you know that ireland actually used to HAVE wolves but they were hunted to existion? did you know that? DID YOU?! No? GOOGLE IT.

Now a super COOL thing about wolves and ireland...(see below)

yea they were actually seen as GOOD things back then. do you have any idea how loved Luka would have been back in the day? just seeing him was a sign of blessing. his pawprints left in the mud under ur window sill a sign of great fortune because he accepted ur gift. do you really not understand just how far he fell? he was the favored servant of a favored and feared GODDESS u uncultured swine. bright and beautiful and terrible. and he was twisted into this half life creature with no end and only the dark that hears him all because of a fucking MISTAKE. because immortal servant or not he'd been human once...and humans error. Fourth and final - - "2 dimensional half assed villain"

you've clearly not read a shred of anything regarding Luka and his background or read a single one of his rps, at all. how do i know? because my rp partners wouldnt lie to me. they've protected me from liars before and fuck u very much but im gonna trust them over ur greyed out glassy douche bagged ass.

The Big Bad Wolf as I protray him in my own mythological universe is not a fucking villain. he is not a fucking hero either. he's fucking tired is what he is. and so am i. so fuck off and fuck you.

TL;DR : let me utterly frank...this hill is not a hill i will die on. this hill is a hill i will slay everyone else on. period. Luka is MINE. i made him. i fashioned him as i saw fit. and he will use the fc i fucking decide to use. i dont give a shit what your opinion is. go get help.

tellin' my ass i should be ashamed. bitch u wouldn't know shame if it ran you over with a mack truck. fuck off.

[n-nymphomanic]

I just wanna be a dumb slut who drinks cum like it's water. I wanna wake up covered in cum. no clue what happened the night before.

anyways gn loves 💕

[woundedheartwithin]

This is absolutely not a callout post on the user who said this, it’s a criticism of the state of the gaming industry, full stop. But somebody reblogged one of my The Evil Within posts a little while ago where I said I didn’t fully understand what had actually happened, and they put in the tags that I should play the dlc. And I was actually in the PS app looking at the dlc, trying to decide if I really wanted to spend the money, when I realized what the fuck I was doing

I am SO SICK of publishers releasing un-fucking-finished games and then hiding critical story elements behind fucking paywalls. I should not have to buy goddamn dlc to understand a game. Paid dlc shouldn’t even be a fucking thing if I’m being completely honest, but especially not shit like that. Ugh.