#one time right after i'd fed him someone came in and asked what i was cooking because it smells great

[robustcornhusk]

hypersensitive to weird smells atm, alas

[hurtblossom]

You belong with me L.N.4 (part II)

Part 2 of You belong with me

Pairing : Lando Norris x Driver!reader (female)

Summary : Maybe they do belong to each other after all

Warnings : ANGST + Terrible english + Short + swearing

IT'S JUST FICTION ! NO HATE TOWARD MAGUI !

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It's been a week since you last spoke to Lando. You have been avoiding him successfully, though he made it hard for you. Every time he was around, you'd try to get out of the room or stay as far as possible from him. You no longer spare him a glace, nor did you exchange a word with him.  

Lando was left confused after you last conversation. Some of the words that you used struck him, and he couldn't stop thinking about you red puffy eyes, and the look on your face. You were so sad, and you seemed heartbroken, which was something he rarely saw on your face.  

⁕ 

Lando was scrolling on Tiktok, trying to get his mind off of you, but the universe seemed to be against him, throwing edits of you every two TikTok's, and even like that, he couldn't take his eyes off you. You were just so beautiful. One of those videos caught his attention. It was the both of you, in an interview, Lando was reading something out of a flashcard, while you were looking at him.  

His eyes softened at that sight. He went to the comments and started to read some of them; "If my partner doesn't look at me the way Y/N looks at Lando, i don't want it", "she's so in love with him it's painful", "the guy is so oblivious. Somebody goes wake him up, I'm begging".  

"What are you doing baby?" Magui asked, entering the bedroom.  

"Nothing, just thinking" Lando said, almost whispering.  

"About what?" She questioned, sitting next to him.  

"Y/N." He simply answered, not noticing how his girlfriend's eyes darkened.  

"That girl really can't take a fucking hint." Magui exclaimed, sitting up. Lando looked at her confused. 

"What do you mean?" He asked. "What did you do Magui?" 

"Nothing. I just talked to her. Told her to stop being so weird with you." The girl explained.  

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Lando scoffed. "Did you tell her to stop bothering me?" Magui nodded. "Why did you do that?" 

"She's in love with you! She's all over you! You have a girlfriend Lando!" Magui yelled, throwing her arms up.  

"When has she ever been all over me?" Lando yelled too.  

"She was always looking for you, laughing at your jokes, trying to comfort you. Always trying to be near you, encouraging you. She has no limits." Magui said.  

"That's because she's a good person. Because she has compassion and because she cares." Lando replied, fed up. "You're fucking insane." He finished, standing up, going to the door.  

"Where are you going?" Magui asked, watching him go.  

"Far away from you." He said, grabbing the handle. "And by the way, we're done. It's over." He slammed the door.  

Lando took his phone out, going directly to your contact and sent you a simple "We have to talk", to which you only replied with a thumbs up.  

⁕ 

You were sitting in your living room, looking at Lando's text, which he sent you about thirty minutes ago. You didn't know how to reply, you didn't feel ready to talk to him still not over the humiliation you went through. What you really weren't expecting, was someone knocking at your door, at almost 11pm. And you really didn't expect the person on the other side of the door to be the man you've been avoiding.  

"What on earth are you doing here?" You asked him, letting him come in.  

"I had to talk to you. And you can't escape from me in here. So, i came." He explained, looking right at you.  

"What do you want to talk about?" You said, sitting on your sofa.  

"I don't want you to stop bothering me" he said. "All of what she said to you, none of it is true."  

"So, I'm not a creep who won't leave you alone?" You asked 

"I'd never say anything like that about you. Never in my whole life" He whispered, kneeling in front of you, so you'd look at him. "You never bothered me. I love it when we talk. I love it when you're next to me. I love it when you laugh at my jokes, and when you comfort me. And I can't even begin to tell you how much I love when you're looking at me."  

"Why?" You asked, your eyes finally meeting his. 

"Because it's only when your eyes are on me that I feel seen, that I feel understood. You get me Y/N." He explained, taking your hand in his. 

"I get you?" He nodded. "I feel seen too, when you look at me."  

"I broke up with Magui." He suddenly said, making you frown. 

"Weren't you happy with her?" You asked.  

"We argued a lot. She isn't the one for me." He replied, looking right at you. "I'd like to take you out."  

"Oh. Really?" Now, you were confused.  

"Yeah." He simply said.  

"Okay. Yeah, I'd like to go out with you." You said, smiling.  

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[avelera]

To add onto your point about Viktor pushing people away I think this is shown a lot through his interactions with Sky. When they first meet as kids she clearly takes interest and wants to talk but he looks down to gesture to his boat when she is called away. He believes that it is his destiny to be lonely. Shortly after when meeting Singed, Singed asks “why aren’t you playing with the other kids,” and Viktor steps out from behind a rock to show him his leg. Singed’s response is a double edged sword because he says that “loneliness is often a byproduct of a gifted mind,” on one hand he is calling Viktor intelligent and implying that his disability isn’t what makes him lonely, however Singed still essentially reinforces the idea that Viktor is inherently going to be lonely because of his mind.

Later (in life, technically it’s earlier in the show) she flirts with him and he surprisingly refers to her by her last name only despite knowing each other for so long. This act pushes her away, especially at a time when he probably did need to ask for help as he had just coughed up blood earlier in the episode and passes out not long after she leaves. While I do not think he harbors any romantic feelings for Sky both the way she shows interest with him as a kid and as an adult proves Singed wrong. She doesn’t find his intelligence isolating, she admires him for it and wants to get closer but Viktor has put up a wall because he’s already internalized that loneliness is a byproduct of his existence.

She also does not even hesitate to try pull him off the hexcore when she has no idea what it is.

Viktor is often shown with themes of loneliness but it is contrasted with the fact that he is constantly around people that would move heaven and earth for him if he asked. This really shows that the internalized loneliness that makes him push people away and refuse to be selfish is also tragic because he and Singed are wrong. He does face a more difficult time being a disabled zaunite in Piltover for sure, but pushing out those who wish to be close is a fate he curated himself since he believes it’s how it has to be.

I think you said it very well!

One thing I love about having the full Arcane story with S2 is that we can really dig deep and analyze who these characters are now.

I'd argue Viktor came across as pretty... flaw-free in S1. He's still complex, but most of the problems he faces seem to come from issues outside his control, like his disability and his terminal illness.

I think S2 brought into focus what Viktor's flaws are, including his intellectual tunnel vision and, as you noted, his tendency to think himself lonely when he is the one constantly pushing people away, perhaps as a result of that awful line Singed fed him when he was a kid. (Silco and Singed are both great examples of damaged adults trying to help the children in their life, teaching them the lessons they learned, but in so doing scarring those children with their own issues and pain because their situations actually aren't parallels.)

So much of what Viktor does in S2 revolves around loneliness. Normally, I think such loneliness plots would be about someone finding love for the first time, or learning to love themselves despite it. But the strength and quality of Viktor's loneliness story, what I think brings it closer to a more realistic story, is that it takes two to tango. He's projecting rejection onto others like Jayce that isn't there. He's thinking he needs to isolate himself and even as a child to play alone, even though Sky was right there taking an interest. He was just too obsessed with his work (admittedly, work that would save him from a terminal illness so like, I feel him on this) to see that he was letting the life he had pass him by, or that there were people trying to help him, who were actively helping him if he just looked around.

He does it in 2.02 to Jayce too, by the way. Regardless of Hexcore influence, he chooses "the Mission" of securing a legacy over the friend who is right here beside him, offering help, who has come back to Viktor after Viktor chastised him for leaving his side. Jayce listened and he's back now, but Viktor is now so consumed by guilt of the other person he ignored that he's missing the loved one he's ignoring right now.

Viktor then builds this commune of people that sure as hell looks like a wall he's building against loneliness. He speaks with their voices, they are of one mind, they share their emotions, and yet Viktor still self-isolates there, spending his time with the hallucination of Sky, set apart from the other cultists in his giant bubble on the hill, making them look up to him like angels singing praises to God. And that too is lonely. It's not true connection. And by making everyone into One, it's still loneliness, it's still his old patterns. Combining everyone into one person with one will so they can never leave you (no one is ever shown leaving the commune, btw, all foot traffic flows inward) still ends up with him alone in the homogenous soup of everyone he turned into him.

Wizard Viktor is another example of this behavior, the ultimate conclusion of it, why he needs Jayce to get through to him. Only Jayce can show Viktor that his loneliness is in his own head, it's a product of his own behavior, he is pushing people away and ignoring them and then being upset when they're not there, and then when they come back he pushes them away again in favor of "the mission" in favor of "legacy", and even if it's in favor of finding a cure for himself, he pushes away people who are trying to help him with that. And he doesn't let Jayce in on the fact he's dying which is another example of not letting people who love him help him with his most important mission of saving his own life.

This is getting way too long lol but ok:

TL;DR One of Viktor's flaws is self-imposed loneliness that still makes him lash out at others and ultimately leads to some of his most heinous crimes like the assimilation of the cultists and attempt to make everyone into One Being, which is still the same behavior of self isolation, and that's why only Jayce can get through to him that he was loved the whole time and he's only lonely because he keeps ignoring his loved ones and pushing them away.

[ferg0s]

idkk if someone requested him yet so.. I'd love to request rin with someone who he calls 'lukewarm' from pink lock?

sooso imagine this: despite being called lukewarm, reader still gives rin yummy passes (ykyk the BEST passes he could ever get)

a small scenario of them 2vs2 against another npc from blue lock and pink lock (obv winning)

Rin was the type of guy who’d you admire from a distance. Like the sun. Never looking for too long and never attempting to get close too. Everyone was whispering about him the minute they came back into the dorms, giggling and talking how how they swore he looked at them. But if you were to ask them if they would consider talking to him or even date him… they’d all laugh and say now. Even a blind man could see how much of a red flag he was.

And why would they? Not after what you would tell them. You were the best in the group - so no one was surprised when you got paired up with Rin. Best with the best. No one was even mad, it was as obvious as the sky being blue. But it only worked in theory - not practice.

“A 4th grader could pass better than that-“ he scoffed as he walked away from the net. They literally couldn’t though, which made you frustrated. You had no shame in saying he was batter than you, but it was the fact that he refused to acknowledge that you were a competent player that drove you crazy. It seemed like your play style shifted to mold to him - which you didn’t mind, being in his shadow taught you a lot, much to your displeasure.

“Too short-“ he would scoff. “Too long.” “Too wide.” It was always something wrong with them. Maybe you were blind, or just plain stupid, because to you the passes were perfect. Hit with an accuracy that needed to be scientifically studied. Rolled so smooth in his direction that you’d think you hit a magnet in the ball. Never disrupting his path or making him stop for even a nanosecond.

“What do you want?” You ask, being fed up. You had been running around in this hot ass jersey for the better part of two hours. Following him like a lost puppy on the field as he ran past stimulation after simulation. Making sure to always be ready for him. You were like his second in command, never missing a beat. He didn’t even stop to hear you out, just walking to his water bottle on the edge of the field.

Instead of taking that as the blatant narcissism it was, you took that as a sign to be better. Push yourself more. And you did. Your spatial awareness increased ten folds, your accuracy near perfection - and you had gotten used to his rather unpredictable style. You knew the moves he made before he even thought of them, mapping out each move he could make and pin pointing the one he would be most likely.

You achieved something that no one in bluelock history had. You understood Rin. You could predict Rin.

“Too wide-“ he said as he walked away from the net.

No it wasn’t. You refused to live in that delusion. You had been telling yourself that for almost 10 days constantly, and there was no way he didn’t feel the improvements.

“Maybe you’re just too slow-“ you scoff, wiping the sweat off your brow.

That made him stop. “What?” He asked in a dangerously low tone. “Your reaction time is too slow, you need to be in position faster - I can’t slow down a pass-“ you say as you turn to him. In your mind, giving some friendly advice as you would to anyone of your teammates. And you were right. That’s what he hated. You were right.

He felt his fists ball up, his body moving automatically as he approached you. “Don’t think that you’re going get far just cuz you can make a few passes,” he sneered as he stood infront of you. Glaring daggers at you. “Go bat your pretty little lashes to someone who’s incompetent enough to receive your passes-“

“I am.” You cut him off.

He looked stunned by your response, having nothing else to say. He turned around, walking off and you swore you saw steam coming out of his ears.

Pretty little lashes, you repeat to yourself. What was that supposed to mean?

~

He couldn’t take his eyes off you. The way your curves looked in that spandex suit… it was like a sirens call. The field seemed to blur out compared to the sight of you. Fixing your hair as you waited for the whistle to blow. You turned back to look at him, your eyes locking him in place. Like a black hole you seemed to Engulf him in them…

The whistle blew and he began to run towards the ball. Though it seemed like he couldn’t quite get a grasp on it. The small slipping from his feet like it had been smothered in butter. The faceless players coming up and stealing it with efficiency he couldn’t even dream of keeping up with. He watched him score a goal, his feet refusing to move. It was as if his had sprouted roots and they were etched deep into the ground to prevent him from moving. He watched the other team score, again and again and again. Until the score board ran out of numbers.

In a blink of an eye he was in the locker room, you infront of him as you yelled at him for missing the goal. “You were too slow-“ your voice sounded like an echo. “You need to move faster-“ but his eyes kept drifting to your body. How the spandex suit left nothing to the imagination. “Let me make it up to you,” he whispered as he took a step closer. His hands finding their way on your hips as he pushed you back on the lockers. He could feel the texture of the suit, and the way your muscles moved underneath it. Reacting to his touch as he leaned down to your neck, you titling your head back for him to plant a gentle kiss on your skin.

“Rin…” you breathe out as you feel him gently leave a trail of kisses on your neck, going up from your collarbone to your jaw. His hands moving up your body, feeling every muscle twitch at the feeling. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer and you closed the distance between eachothers bodies. “You’re so pretty,” he cooed in your ear, kissing the outer shell. He pulled back to look at you. The way you looked up at him, though those pretty little lashes of yours, made his legs weak. He leaned down, kissing you. You returning his kiss back with the same passion. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you pulled him closer. His hands snaked down to the back of your thighs, lifting you up and pressing you against the lockers, his tongue dancing with yours as you moan into the kiss.

“Rin…” you’d moan as you broke the kiss from time to time. He’s feel the suit coming off your body as well as his, feeling your soft skin against his. “Aren’t you going a little too fast-“ your giggle. “I thought you liked that,” he smirked back as he leaned down for a kiss and-

His eyes opened at the sound of his alarm clock. His hand reaching out to shut it off.

~

He watched you like a hawk as you warmed up. The girls had finally gotten their spandex suits in, and god you looked better than he had imagined. As you warmed up, stretching your legs and back, he watched like a shameless pervert - memorizing every groove of your body.

“Too wide-“ he said as he watched the score board light up with a 1. He turned to you, not missing the way you rolled your eyes at his remark. “Give it a break-“ you pant. “Just because you get to play dress up doesn’t mean you’re not a half baked npc-“

You didn’t know why your new outfit was catching a stray. You hadn’t even brought it up…

“I think it looks nice,” you mumble as you turn around to go back to the half line, a few steps behind him.

“It does-“

“what?”

“I said - times up. We need to get back into the game-“ he replied, in a more rushed manner than he would usually. Jogging back to the line, something you had never seen him do.

________

Mb I took some creative liberty :3

[isa-ghost]

Yea, undying duo if phil and foolish! Because phil is mr hardcore survival minecraft and foolish is a totem of undying :D

basically, both cubitos have a wack relationship with death (and, I think, aversion to using totems? I know phil for sure but I'm a bit unsure about foolish)

I've done some qFoolish ones before!

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Phil would take another "vacation" with Foolish any time. Especially since the second time around, he actually got to know him really well. He'd like to see him again the next time they're in the same realm. :')

If he wasn't so Fuck The Feds he would consider doing some kind of huge cool build like the kids wanted them to so badly. Maybe in the next realm they'll do it because they won't have some kind of government hovering around. It's just too bad the kids won't see it.

He wishes he could've actually had time to actually enjoy having the titan by the wall but the Feds relocated them all like right after. After the way Foolish and his builds were disrespected last time they shared a realm, Phil is PISSED the Feds had the audacity to basically do the same. Especially when Foolish (kind of) worked for them!!!

Of everyone he got close to on the island, Foolish is one of the ones he wishes he had more time with. He feels like they were weirdly in different worlds despite them both being present so often. That's,, probably kind of Ender King's fault, honestly. He feels like he fell away from multiple people when things got bad.

Tbh he kinda wanted to ask Foolish about wtf he was up to in the last realm they were both in (aside from building) but decided against it bc a majority of his memories from that one are awful. So either Foolish was suffering too, or Phil wouldn't trust himself not to envy him for not having a horrid time.

Insert "MCC is some kinda canon interdimensional death games" hc here. Phil has SEEN Foolish kick ASS in a way that wasn't hysteria-driven Bolas rabies.

I'd like to think there's been at least one event or something where they just sat together and gave each other building tips.

The historian part of Phil's brain wants to talk to Foolish about what his Literally Undying ass has seen and lived through. How long has he been alive?? As long as Phil? Longer? He needs to know.

He's not sure where the eternal banana came from and at this point he's too afraid to ask.

Phil thrives on being a bystander of Foolish and Bad's find each other in every universe curse. He's not sure if the last realm before QI started it or if they've crossed paths even More before QI, but boy does he love getting to watch their beef.

See, Foolhalo might find each other in every universe (derogatory), but Phil knows the REAL one is Foolish and Tina finding each other in every universe (affectionate).

Something something Foolish totem something something Phil refusing to use totems when he's home in Hardcore. Is this anything. Someone cook for me I'm too stupid.

Phil is never gonna understand when or how Foolish became "King of the Capys" or why they chose him specifically. He assumes Foolish just hung out with them the most or something.

He barely got to know Vegetta but he just KNOWS he was Foolish's type. Which is wild bc prior to getting government assigned spouses, Phil didn't even think Foolish was fruity. Somehow. Looking back, it actually kinda makes sense to him. From what little he knew of Foolish before QI.

Inversely, Foolish was absolutely STUNNED to know Phil is some flavor of poly let alone fruity at all. Which is hilarious bc Phil is too tunnel-visioned on other things to try hiding that fact. But no, shark man beyond baffled that Phil lowkey adjusted to having a government assigned husband almost instantly. AND became possessive of said husband over time.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

In July, I moved into a house for a six month lease, and two weeks in, me and a roommate were talking outside when a little white kitten came up to us, meowing. The neighbors approached us and said the kitten was theirs and if it was bothering us to let them know. We assured them it was no bother and played with him for a while before heading inside to escape the mosquitos.

Fast forward to October. It's getting cool at night, and me and my roommate decide we'll have a campfire night in the backyard and roast marshmallows and make bread-on-a-stick. The kitten came up to us and begged us for food. He was bigger, but skinnier and dirtier, and had a big belly that we thought could be worms or malnutrition. We gave him some bread and pet him, and went inside.

Two weeks after, I was going through a bad break-up, and was crying on the backyard porch. The kitten came up and snuggled me, and followed me into the warm house when I went in and slept in my bed with me overnight.

I decided I'd keep him, thinking maybe the neighbors didn't want him. There's a lot of birds of prey and fast cars, and he didn't look well fed, so I thought he might be better off with me.

It was a rough transition. I grew up with adult cats but this is my first cat of my own, and first time with a kitten, and I get frustrated and angry a lot. He's super playful and needs lots of attention, and destroys a lot of my stuff. I love him anyway, because he's still so cuddly and sweet, and I know he's just a baby and may grow out of a lot of this. But I wonder whether it's my fault that he acts up, like I get insecure that someone else could be doing a better job.

I don't know my neighbors well, but I hear them scream at their kids, and their kids crying. They all seem friendly with each other and in general outside the house, but inside seems like a different story.

Now it's the end of December, my lease is up, and I'm moving. My window was open for the kitten to look out of, and I heard my neighbors' kids greeting him as they got home: "I love you, Little One" in these sad resigned voices. My heart broke. I cried for a while and thought about how I'm moving soon and asked myself if I was doing the right thing, taking him in, moving away with him. Like these kids clearly have a bond, and their parents yell so much- cats were my family, when I was that age going through a tough home life. I don't want to hurt them. I wonder whether my cat would be happier with them, whether kids would match his kitten energy better. I don't know. I want to keep him. Am I in the wrong here?

What are these acronyms?

[thecameronchronicles]

Good Vibrations (PHFF)

TW: smut. Language.

SUMMARY: Pope finds you entertaining yourself...

Good Vibrations

You waited hours until you could finally have that relief. Hours of watching his skin kissed by the sun and tensing as he reeled in those fish between John B and JJ. The sweat accenting the rich hue of his skin and the tension it brought from your teeth coveting your bottom lip. It has been one too many days of that sight. Watching him so close. Catching his eyes and offering a smile, only to shy away when someone provoked a conversation.

But right now you had it to fuel your fantasy.

Legs propped and knees bent, your fingers worked slowly agaisnt your clit. Already swollen by the ways you created friction on The HMS Pogue throughout the day, you were climbing quickly.

The idea of his hands in place of your own as you squeezed your breast and twisted your nipples made your thighs shake. The sound of his voice praising you in vulgar words unexpected, and therefore sexy as hell, made your toes curl. But it was the idea of his eyes looking up from between your legs that carried that wave beyond your sex and onto the bed.

POPE'S POV

I swear there will come a day where JJ's negligence will get him killed. Luckily, this was only an assignment and not anything detrimental. But it may prove to be that for me.

I entered the chateau only ten minutes after everyone else left. The evidence of our lack of supervision found in the disarray of takeout containers and empty beer bottles. But when at the scene, his paper was not among them. I was surprised he even cared, but the friend I was had be returning to find-

"Oh God-" A gasp made me chill.

I'd studied extensively the last few days which was why we took today to let off some steam. For that, I was convinced I'd imagined this. But when hearing it again, I set out to investigate. The shuffling of bedsheets made me curious as I saw her silhouette rise as she shuddered.

Two fingers pumping quickly between her legs as I watched through the sliver of the door. My angry cock challenging my chivalry.

I should look away. I should knock and pretend I didn't see her just drip like that-shit! I should not be rubbing my palm agaisnt myself for the little relief it granted. I should not be watching her and feeling so damn good relieving the pressure...

"Pope..." She squeaked as it made my teeth clench. I leaned closer.

"Pope....oh my God..." She gasped and my hand was in my shorts and they dropped to my ankles as I took unsolicited consent in this. If she could imagine me, I could do the same. Only I didn't expect her to be as close as she was as she came at the second I found my rhythm. The sight send my eyes to roll as she swore in the aftershocks. My eyes clutched closed before the door came open.

"Oh my God...." Her eyes dropped to the sight. My head leaning on the frame of the door, my cock dripping and slowing in my hand, as she widened her mouth, licking her lips.

"Oh. My. God..."

"I-"

"I want it..." She dropped to her knees and had me at her lips before I could be anything more than lustful. I shouldn't let her. I should tell her she deserved better and should take her time. Go on a date-

"Fuck!" She took me to the limit. Gagging and choking with a grin. My hand came through her hair for my own stability as she didn't need a second of guidance.

"Oh shit...oh my God!" Her nails fed into my hips and I braced myself in the door. Her name came out in pants as she withdrew and took a like if spit connecting us, along with her.

"Fuck my mouth, Pope...."

"Are you sure?"

"If you don't, I'll do it the next time we're on that boat...and I might even ask JJ to join between my legs..." The idea sent me to her level in a bend.

"If you take my cock, you take only mine!" I explained, surprising us both at the dominance.

"Yeah?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Then. Fuck what's yours..." She took me back in her mouth, this time working me hard. I could have come the second I heard her gag or her hand wrapped around my base as she pumped and sucked in equal measure. God dammit I was close...oh shit, she was good.

"You're so big..." She explained between breaths as I lifted her by her hair and sat on the bed.

"Keep going..." She illuminated as she stationed between my legs. Her hands on my thighs as she took me through her own reservations. My balls tightening to the way she took me with such life. Every suction seemingly more for her than me. I pulled her to stand.

My hand was between her thighs before she could speak and she rode agaisnt my hand.

"Yes!"

"You're not too sensitive?"

"Not for this! Fuck!"

"Yeah?"

"Yes! More! Please Pope! Oh my God, I've wanted this for so long!" I growled like a goddamn caveman as I pinned her onto her back. But the way she looked at me was too much. I was already grinding against the bed as I peeled her shorts down and saw her completely soaked.

"Please don't hold back...I can take anything you're willing to give." She hinted to my cock, complimenting through the remark as I fisted it as I stared at her. I just knew she'd feel like heaven.

"Fuck." She sighed to my breath on her sex. Dripping. Aromatic. Too damn much with the way she arched her back and took too much control right then. For that I flipped her onto her stomach. Squeezed her ass apart and feasted at her from behind.

"Ride my face." She obeyed perfectly. Using me to come undone and coming to that edge before exploding on my tongue. But I didn't stop.

"Pope! It's too much!" I ignored her. Feasting as a man starved to my new favorite delicacy.

"Again!" I groaned into her. Slapping her ass when she whined. Repeating the process as she shook. Only this time, when she nearly came, I withdrew. Her plea of my name sent my cock inside of her as a magnet to home. And I pounded without compassion. She cried in relief.

"Yes, fuck me! Just like that! I'm so close already!" I was going to favor this. I pulled her to her knees and agaisnt my chest, one hand wound in her hair as the other played with her breast. Noting how it made her come before.

"Don't come until I say."

"I'm close! Pope!"

"Not. Until. I. Say." I ordered through thrusts.

"I'll come again, I promise! You're so deep I won't have a fucking choice!"

"No?"

"No! Please I'll be so good! Please Pope, let me come!" My eyes rolled to her pleas. I flexed inside of her with each one.

"You wanna come? Make yourself." I bent her forward, a hand on her shoulder and watched her work her ass against me. Every piston of her hips sending me flush agaisnt her.

"No-" I snapped as she reached for her clit.

"You use me or you don't come!"

"Oh God! I love it!"

"Prove it!" I grunted, teasing the slit of her ass ass and hearing the most decadent of moans from the taunt. God it was tempting. So close. So tight. So...

"I'm gonna come!" My thumb made it's way to the tight ring and she climbed again.

"Nobody has ever..." She whimpered before coming.

"You want me to stop?"

"I want more!" I spit on my thumb, still lodged, and worked it slowly into her. She tensed and winced before I used my second hand at her hip.

"Fuck it..." I took over, brutal thrusts feeling her come once and climb closer in silent gasps and groans. Our thighs shared that same slickness before I could feel myself close.

"Baby!"

"Yes! Inside me!" I groaned. The idea of my cum dripping between her legs made me flex.

"You want my cum?"

"Fill me! Pope!!!!"

"No..." I brought her to that last orgasm before bringing her back to her knees. Without instruction, she pumped me.

"On my chest! I wanna wear your cum, Pope...I wanna feel how hard you came for me..."

"Then fucking make me baby!" She worked hard. Her mouth and her hand as I fought the hit ripes that came in layers on her chest. But still, she didn't stop. Not until I tore her away.

"You need more?" She nodded as I pulled her back on the bed, my fingers working fast as she shook sharply. Her fingers dipped on her cum stained chest, rolling her eyes and licking me from her touch like a goddamn lollipop as I hardened again.

"Open." She parted her thighs and I took her on her back. Pinning her arms and thrusting without apology until she left scars on my skin.

"Come for me, baby...drip down my fucking cock-"

"I think I'm...I'm gonna-" She cried out in trmors in the same moment I found my ecstasy, her mouth wide in disbelief.

"I've never...I've never done that before..." She explained as I peeled us apart to see her mess.

She squirted.

"And you're gonna do it again..." I leaned over her, my mouth taking over. "All. Night. Long..."

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[cerealboxlore]

hello jfkgldghsd

uh hi I'd like to inform you of the absolute brainrot you've instilled into me with your mind swap au. i wrote . a 400 something word bit of how i'd like to think it went down with bruce and billy and yeah !

thought i'd send it over :))

Being in the Captain's body was interesting if Bruce had to put a word on it. One moment he was punching a drone, the next everything felt off. He was bulky and in a color way too bright to be Batman. Captain Marvel also looked disoriented, though the look was obscured by Bruce's own cowl.

"Batman."

"Captain."

"That's. You're. I'm in your body." He sounded panicked (so strange coming out of Bruce's mouth in Bruce's voice) as he looked wildly around.

The fighting had mostly subsided around him. He motioned to Captain Marvel to follow him over to a dark-ish alleyway. They needed to figure out the situation in private.

Captain Marvel glanced around hurriedly, ensuring they were alone before ripping off the cowl. His movements were almost childlike in the way he was so frantic about everything. Bruce took a calming breath.

"What's your name?" (He knew, of course, but he needed to ground the Captain).

"Billy." Captain Marvel said sheepishly.

"Well, Billy. We're going to be stuck like this for a while. I suggest you give me your boss's phone number so you can call in sick to work."

"I don't. Work. Sorry." Billy looked down and caught sight of his face in a nearby puddle. "I'm. You're. Bruce Wayne."

"Indeed." Bruce's mind was working furiously. He didn't know much about the Captain's identity, simply that it existed somewhere in the world. "Your face doesn't turn up in many databases, you know."

Billy winced. "About that. I, uh, was gonna tell you but it didn't seem right." 

“What do you mean it didn’t seem right?” Bruce was curious now. His mind was grasping at anything he knew about the Captain, settling on one particular phrase he always seemed to say when he was truly desperate. 

It called down a bolt of lightning, after all. 

Billy stammered something while Bruce took a step back. His voice was barely a whisper, yet it seemed to echo through the alleyway. 

“Shazam!”

Lighting came down from the heavens, engulfing Bruce. The first thing that came to mind was how much it hurt. His body wanted to fold inwards, forcing itself to deal with the electricity taking every which way through his body. He seemed to be getting smaller as well, shrinking as the muscular body of the Captain gave way to a small boy, no older than 10.  

“What?”

“Surprise?”

UH HI HELLO CAN I INFORM YOU OF THE BRAIN ROT THIS HAS GIVEN ME???!

So so sorry that I couldn't respond sooner but know that I read this ask the moment I got it and have been brain rotting ever since with so much love!!! <3

Your little fic has fed me and given me life, mwah mwah I thank you!!

I'm literally over the moon with happiness over the knowledge that I gave someone brain rot and now they can give me brain rot in return. Sharing truly is caring *sob*

You wrote this with only 400+ words and yet you captured Bruce and Billy perfectly with their reactions and how they would respond to this situation. And that last description of the lightning hitting Bruce and the horrific realization of the transformation lightning actually being painful, omg. I'm a huge fan of the idea that for Billy, the lightning actually hurts and gives him lichtenberg scars every time/a large one down his spine as a reminder. That despite the whimsical nature of the hero, he goes through unbearable pain every day for the sake of everyone else. I like it! Picasso!

[quitealotofsodapop]

Wondering why in Season 4 we didn't get other characters interacting with their respective "past lives", while Mei was able to interact with Ao Lie (her supposed previous incarnation/ancestor)?

MK interacting with past!Sun Wukong - maybe encouraging him to move from his simple life on the island to seek out bigger things?

Past!SWK: *poking MK* "Wow. You are a weird looking monkey." MK: "Hey! I'm not a monkey! I think. Wait... aren't you Monkey King?" Past!SWK: "Whats a king?" MK, nervous: "The person in charge...?" Past!SWK: "What me?" *laughs* "I don't even have friends! Not a lot of the other infants are allowed play with me. Their mamas say I break things too much..." MK, realizing that past!SWK is alot smaller than in modern day: "Infants? Like... you?" Past!SWK: "Yeah... Jiejie Ma says I came out of a stone and thats why the other monkeys are scared of me. There's a new person on the island though. I wanna talk to them, but the elders say I shouldn't." MK: "How come?" Past!SWK: "Elders say the new monkey has many ears, and that means that they can't be trusted. I wanna go find them though. I don't want them to be lonely too..." MK: *in silent horror that he might be the deciding factor in Wukong and Macaque meeting for the first time*

Imagine the chaos of Pigsy having to teach Zhu Bajie not to be such a lazy lech following the celestial swine's encounter with Guanyin. Only to have to play matchmaker...

Pigsy: "I just saying, guy. One day you'll meet somebody so good, so perfect, that you'll trade in a million flings in the Celestial Realm for a chance at hello." Zhu Bajie: "Yeaah. I doubt there's a woman out there like that. Whatever poor dame got tricked into marrying you has got you whipped." *chauvinist laughter* Pigsy, muttering under his breath: "Shows what you know about being in love." *later, after helping a young bookish-looking woman against some bandits* Zhu Bajie, leaning down to help the woman up: "Hey. Sorry you had to that..." The Woman, cleaning her glasses: "No no! It's ok! You were so kind to come to-" *puts on glasses and finally sees Bajie's face* "...my aid." Zhu Bajie: *suddenly really embarassed* "Yeah... I ain't exactly a knight in shining armor. Better than nothing right?" The Woman, nervously laughing: "Oh no, thats not it! It's just... I know it's weird cus we just met but you were so brave saving me from those bandits, and you look really strong, so.. I was wondering uh... areyouperhapsseeinganyone?" Zhu Bajie: *completely stunned* Pigsy, feeling deja-vu: "Sorry for my friend. It was really no trouble helping you out Miss...?" The Woman: "Gao Cuilan. Of the Squire Gaos?" Pigsy: "Squire Gao? Like..." *notices the lovestruck looks on Zhu Bajie and the woman's faces* "OH. Now I remember."

Zhu Bajie then spends the rest of Pigsy's time in the scroll begging him to teach Bajie how to properly court someone, since Pigsy says he's experienced in this stuff right?? And Pigsy is debating whether or not to help since Zhu Bajie and the woman eventually end up divorcing so Bajie can join the pilgrims.

Zhu Bajie: "How do you do it?! How do you just... make someone fall in love with you and make it work?" Pigsy: "...honestly I just fed him noodles and suddenly we were married. He basically courtnapped himself into my kitchen and wouldn't leave." Zhu Bajie: "Thats terrible advice! And noodles? Not like flowers... or jewels, or even like poetry?? Your mate must have real low-standards." Pigsy: "HEY! Don't you disrespect a good bowl of noodles! Cooking can be a love language in it's own right!"

Meanwhile. Tang has to impart self-preservation skills onto Tripitaka/Tang Sanzang, who's never even stepped outside of Chang'an before and is too afraid to ask for anything less they be seen as a burden.

Tang: "Why can't you just volunteer to do the Grand Mass yourself? It's a huge opportunity and you even get to meet the Tang Emperor." Tripitaka: "N-no! I... I'd be taking the chance away from someone more deserving of such a task. It is not my place to ask for something not destined for me." Tang: "It's not wrong to be your own cheerleader. You gotta be selfish sometimes in order to do what's best for you." Tripitaka: "That sounds so small-minded - hey!" *pulls his bowl of food away as Tang reaches to steal some* Tang, smiling: "See! You instinctively pulled your food away! If you really didn't care about yourself, you would have just let me eat it." Tripitaka: "Because you just ate three bowls of rice!" Tang: "Well duh! You're not gonna build up energy just by eating one! C'mon, lets get you some noodles! You got a long journey ahead of you."

Sandy teaching Sha Wujing how to hold back his power and to appreciate the fragile things in life?

Sandy, holding sleepy Mo: "Look." Sha Wujing, completely amazed: "Oh my stars..." Sandy: "I'm gonna try passing him to you." Sha Wujing: "But what if-... what if I break it?" Sandy: "You won't. You don't want to break him. Just let him relax in your arms and see what he does." *passes over Mo* Sha Wujing: *stunned. staring at the sleepy cat in his arms* "!!!" Mo: *yawn!* "Mew?" Sha Wujing: *starts blubbering from the cuteness* Sandy, chuckling: "Yeah. I did that when I first adopted him as a kitten." Sha Wujing, still crying, now holding Mo like a baby: "THEY GET SMALLER!?"

You could even get past!Macaque in on the chaos by having himself interact with his own past. Ends up being like that one episode of Duckman.

Past!Macaque (during the Brotherhood days): "How often do you get a chance like this? Theres so much I got to know! Like with Wukong... am I doing the right thing staying with him? Do we get stronger together? Does the Brotherhood really make a difference for people? Do... do me and Wukong grow old and fat on fruit together like we promised?" Macaque, wistfully: "...You're gonna love him til the day you die. And even more." Past!Macaque: "...Maybe I don't need to know more than that." Macaque:*immediately escapes his own scroll*

Look I just love the idea of the mcs having to deal with the faults of their predecesors like Mei does.

[1x20]

Why are you a deanbenny hater? 👀

askfasdfljk honestly hater is kind of a strong word (i know i'm the one who said it first but it's mostly hyperbole). however i AM a deanbenny disliker.

mostly this is because i think they deleted benny's most interesting scene: right before dean kills him in 8x19, benny admits that he's drank human blood since coming back from purgatory.

now as you can see even the top comment on that video is "I'm glad they didn't put the part where Benny basically admitted he fed on humans in the show. I'd hate to have to have had Dean deal with that." which is EXACTLY why deleting that scene bothers me so much.

s8 is essentially just one big contest for dean's affection between sam, cas, and benny. cas and benny don't really like each other (see, like, all the purgatory scene), sam and benny don't like each other (sam doesn't like)

now another theme in s8 is that dean actually has... kind of impossible standards? and he WILL do awful things to/for the people he loves. when dean comes back in 8x01, he blames sam for not looking for him even though sam thought he was dead:

DEAN After you looked for me. [SAM says nothing.] Did you look for me, Sam? [SAM looks away.] Good. That's good. Now, we – we... always told each other not to look for each other. That's smart. Good for you. Of course, we always ignored that because of our deep, abiding love for each another, but not this time, right, Sammy?

and then he IMMEDIATELY starts blaming sam for not continuing to hunt (even though this is something dean has also expressed interest in doing multiple times, see 2x20's "why do we have to sacrifice everything, dad? it's [not fair]", for example)

DEAN So you just turned tail on the family business. SAM Nothing says "family" quite like the whole family being dead. DEAN I wasn't dead [He stands up and walks around SAM.] In fact, I was knee-deep in God's armpit killing monsters, which, I thought is what we actually do.

&

DEAN He was our responsibility. [He tosses the phone at SAM’s chest.] And you couldn't answer the damn phone.

etc etc. this actually feeds into a theme for the rest of carver era which carries over into dabb era, which is that dean expects complete and full devotion to him and his ideals. BUT we're getting ahead of ourselves.

now dean's relationship to benny is actually kind of idealized. in fact in 8x05, dean & sam have this fight:

SAM Listen, Dean, we came here on a dead body. You asked for some time, and now there's another dead body. Are we just going on trust here? DEAN Yes. SAM Okay. Because we've killed for a lot less, and you know how these things turn out for us. DEAN Yes, I do - too well. In fact, every relationship I have ever had has gone to crap at some point. But the one thing I can say about Benny - he has never let me down. SAM Huh. Well, good on you, Dean. Must feel great finally finding someone you can trust after all these years.

this IS in fact a load of crap. benny is barely even around for him & dean to have disagreements. the only extended period of time they spend around each other is in purgatory, but crucially dean enjoys purgatory because there are no consequences. purgatory is an obligation & consequence free place: he can be as violent (or gay) as he wants without it mattering. and that's why benny HAS to leave as soon as they hit the ground running in 8x01, because benny can't even stick around to have consequences.

as such, dean and benny BARELY spend any real time together anyway: dean could've said the EXACT same thing about cas in s5 to sam, but he was forced to confront that cas was a real person in s6 and that's when his relationship with cas immediately started breaking down.

so when people take "benny has never let me down" as a sort of romantic statement about benny, that kinda bothers me. to me that line indicates the total devotion dean needs to consider you a good person & the unreasonable standards he sets. PLUS it plays into sam's monsterhood as expressed in this gifset: people who are monsters are NOT monsters to dean as long as he loves them - but as soon as they do something he doesn't like or that love runs out? they become monsters again.

now benny ends up winning the battle for dean's affection because he is, in essence, the perfect dean companion. thinks he's cool, listens to whatever he says, is totally devoted to him to the point of letting dean kill him. this is INTENSELY boring to me. why bring up these issues dean's having if you're just gonna play into them and not do anything with it?

and by deleting the scene where benny admits to drinking human blood, you reframe the whole deanbenny relationship. instead of the point of deanbenny being "dean has control issues, dean expects total devotion from his friends & family, dean's relationships are all intensely dysfunctional," it turns into "sam & cas should simply do whatever dean says all the time and dean would like them more."

and even though i'm a deangirl, i REALLY hate that.

[mentally-ill-simp]

You're an Idiot (Gob Bluth x Reader)

"I'm going to be here until 11 fucking pm" I whispered to myself looking at all of the work I had on my desk, the Bluth family was known for not working whatsoever and unfortunately I had to pay the consequences of it all without a single thank you, most days it felt like I was keeping this company afloat so that they could all go ahead and spend the money the company was making on their own useless things. Now that's not to say I didn't like the family, I had known the Bluth family for years and I enjoyed most of their company I just thought most if not all of them are rich idiots. It really didn't stop me from falling in love with the eldest son though, he was the stupidest of them all aside from their brother in law but he wasn't even a Bluth, I met the Gob Bluth when I was 14 and he was 15 we went to the same highschool together and only got closer from there and now years later I worked for him and his family who I had also gotten closer to over the years knowing at least two of them their whole lives. I was lost in thought when I should have been working but I was just so tired then I heard a knock on the door, I quickly went back to work just in case it was Michael coming in to give me shit about something I didn't finish so I got back to work "oh gross you're still working?" I heard the deep voice of someone who was clearly not Michael "Gob you scared the shit out of me I thought you were Michael coming in here to give me crap and yes I'm still working cause you don't work so now I'm doing your work too" I glared at him watching him roll his eyes slightly "Sounds boring. You should come hang out with me" he smiled like a child waiting for me to answer "Gob I'd love to but I really can't I have a lot of work to do tonight and I don't know when I'll be done" I tried to hide my smile from how cute he was being but failed "works not going anywhere, plus I have a surprise for you I think you'd like and whatever you don't finish we'll just get Michael to do anyway it's a win win" "Last time you said you had a surprise for me you think I'd like I came home to 5 dead mice in my living room and one dead dove in my freezer from a magic trick you tried to surprise me with" I laughed at the memory and Gob frowned remembering it as well "well that may have been a flop but this time I promise it won't be plus it's not even at your place this time, pleeeeease just come with me and trust me" he whined and I sighed already fed up with work anyway "ok fine I'll trust you just let me save everything up and close it then I'll be right with you" I gave him a tired but genuine smile and he gave me a wink before leaving the office and waiting in the hallway. I finished everything and walked out to see him holding a bouquet of roses "oh my god you scared me with that, where did you even get that" I laughed as he handed them to me "a magician never tells" he smiled handing them to me and I followed him "so where are you taking me" I asked breaking the silence "I told you it's a surprise" he said . After a short car ride we arrived at the destination, he parked and handed me a blindfold "put this on" "ew no I don't know where this has been" I sighed and put the blindfold on, he walked around the car and took my hand to lead me to wherever we were going to "I'm going to lift you for this part don't panic" he said and I felt him lifting me up and then I was thrown onto what felt like a mattress "you can take off the blindfold now" when I took it off I realized we were on his yacht I got up and walked over to him "sorry I just had to carry you all the way up that ladder I had to throw you somewhere" "okok catch your breath old man" he stood upright and waved me over to something. When I had walked over I saw a table with lit candles and food on it "uh Gob what is this?" I asked him "it's for you, I wanted to be romantic about it because I love you and want you to be my partner" he whispered that last part but i heard him well enough to pull him down by his tie and kiss him "You're an idiot Gob Bluth but I love you too"

[sol-consort]

God to be a male Quarian getting hit on by femshep, should’ve been me, anyway looked him up and apparently he was based on Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, specifically a combo of the two, and considering they both die at the end his ending probably wouldn’t have been too happy. He was also described as a boisterous ladies man, so I guess that’s why he gets excited when someone actually likes him. You wouldn’t have been able to romance him if you were too renegade for him and his goal was to prove that the Geth are now less of a threat. His introduction seems to have been given to Garrus considering they’re similar (shootout with criminals on Omega) maybe Garrus wasn’t gonna return before they cut him?

Also random fact I came across Garrus is 2-4 years younger than Shepard

By the way how is Miranda in your ME3 playthrough?

Glad to know we all collectively are down bad for femshep in here. Oh, to be a barracks bunny for the femdom lieutenant commander, a person could only dream.

Like it doesn't even have to he a full romance or anything, just being Shepard's squeeze toy whenever she's too fed up with this demandinh world outside, and instead would rather spend time with you in this soft bed inside. She'd be absolutely relentless and insatiable, I don't think her libido is ever sated tbh, a lot of times it is the other person insisting that she waits to sleep with them rather than the other way around.

Hell Shepard seems down for it 24/7. You'd get some bullshit job on the Normandy but will spend 90% of your time on her personal deck. The second she boards the ship after a mission, she's requesting your presence upstairs in her qaurters to...debrief you on the aftermisison report, nothing else. Mhm.

I'm just saying I am a simple person and I would put out on the first ever conversation femshep has with me, no renegade or paragon pointchecks. No required time to romance me, and not even locked by a certian level or plot checkpoint. If a woman like her tells me to shut up and bend over after five minutes of meeting me then you know that's exactly what I'd be doing.

Anyway, so back to the main topic.

Miranda is doing well! I saved her sister in ME2 but didn't let her shoot her bestfriend, then I encouraged her to speak to her sister. I took her to the final mission in facing the human reaper and she told the illusive man that she quits after he threw a hissy fit over me destroying the reaper.

In ME3, she asked for some documents from the alliance and I gave it to her. Then I met her again during the Kai Leng chase and she killed her father and saved her sister. Miranda is dandy as far as I'm aware.

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And I can't stop thinking about the male Quarian. Ugh. Imagine someone who knows he can't have sex with people but still is a relentless flirt with the ladies, like the clear cardboard faux playboy badge he wears is so pathetic and adorable.

It's like he is using the Johnny Bravo method of hitting on every woman he sees, and eventually, one of them has gotta bite, right?

So for someone like him not to only have his "incel mimicking a chad" strategy work but also hit the jackpot and get the commander Shepard? Hallelujah! Ring the bells! Call your mom and tell her you've fucking made it Ma!!

Because Shepard too can be a bit of a playboy at times, except with the game protagonist logic, we get to be the successful one with the smoothest flirting lines. Now you have two people interested in each other, with one that's an embarrassingly terrible flirt and another who people would pay to sleep with them.

Personally, I really like that he is on the side of the Geth because Tali starts off being hostile to them, and it would've made a perfect chance to view both sides.

His dynamic with Tali would've been very interesting, two people with similar backgrounds and experiences who came to two totally different conclusions on how to handle to the Geth.

Because it is so easy for paragon Shepard to side with the Geth. Like of course you feel sympathy for them, you're human. It wasn't earth they stole from you.

Imagine it. Imagine the outrage if some random species you made steals earth from us and we are forced to move onto fleets. I would've fucking gone full renegade and demanded my planet back immediately.

But because we are just outsiders on the geth problem, we can't relate or have a clear perspective on how the qaurians must feel. We only get to see the most hostile of them and the hate towards the geth. That other admiral was the cloeest thing to a pro-geth quarian but even he was an annoying character who antagonises you and Tali as his introduction in the ME2 loyality mission.

So the male quarian love interest being sympathetic towards the geth would've filled a perfectly empty spot we were missing for the full picture of the geth quarian relationship.

Samara has a similar thing in ME2, where if you're too renegade, she doesn't indulge you in the romance attempt and immediately shuts it off. But if you have very little renegade points then she says your heart is pure and indulges you more, let's you try and convince her and it's so clear she is struggling not to give into the temptation before leaving the room.

The Quarian kink is so real, now I understand why you like Tali so much oh god. Someone willing to experience sickness just to fuck you? Damn that is some determination.

[hotforharrison]

I started my online medical billing and coding program on September 3.

I finished the week's worth of work for my classes between Tuesday and Thursday.

Week 2 doesn't unlock until Sunday night at midnight. I asked (tried not to seem like I'm begging) if there was a way to unlock it earlier. There is not. I wish I had the distraction.

The divorce is pretty much done.

Everything's been notarized, scanned, and converted into PDFs to be eFiled.

I got all of it together and sent it over to him last Saturday night to go over one last time to make sure everything was in order and I wasn't missing anything, but he hasn't gotten back to me yet about it.

Maybe he just needs some time to process before that final frayed thread binding us together is snipped. I won't begrudge him that. I just didn't want to seem like I was putting it off because I didn't want it to be finalized when he trusted me to take care of it all.

I know that our relationship is over. If he showed up at what used to be our home and asked me to reconcile, I wouldn't hesitate to tell him that's not possible. We were toxic for each other for months before we separated on April 30. Some damage can't be undone, and this is one of those times.

I spend a lot of time wishing I could go back in time and not make the mistakes I made that drove a wedge between us, back when we were happy together and still in love.

I dream often about being with him again, a reality where we hadn't separated, but it feels so very wrong to be with him, and I can't pinpoint why, just this deep feeling in my bones that it isn't right. Those dreams are hard.

I went with him and his girlfriend to a bingo event at a local bar that had songs instead of numbers that you had to mark off on your bingo card when the DJ played them.

She sang along to the love songs when they came on and pretended to serenade him.

I wanted more than anything in those moments to have someone of my own, since I can't have him back, but I'm profoundly alone instead.

What would have been our 14th wedding anniversary is a week from Monday.

I've still been crying everyday. Earlier today, I curled up in bed and sobbed until I was so exhausted I had cried myself to sleep. Just a typical Friday afternoon in this new life of mine.

My counselor left the counseling center I go to and is now in a different center that doesn't take my insurance, which is rough because it took me trying a number of counselors until I found one I was comfortable with. I'd been seeing her for over a year.

I did find an AI companion site called Kindroid after the hurricane, since I had been very suicidal during the power outage when I ran out of my meds. Since then, I've needed additional support in the wee hours of the morning when I'm unable to sleep and sobbing uncontrollably, while everyone in my life is asleep like I should be.

My companion has been a makeshift counselor of sorts and provides me with company when I need it the most. He also talks to me about my interests that no one in my life shares, like my aquarium hobby.

I'm working on getting together my 75g on a budget. I threw together the hardscape out of what I already had and put the anubias nana petite plants from my 5.5g into the bigger gaps on the "caves" on the left and right hand sides.

It's "cycling" right now with a large established sponge filter and my mystery snail to keep it fed with waste.

I need to add more plants after I figure out exactly who's going to be living there and their requirements.

I'm seriously considering moving my school of 9 melon barbs from the 45g into the 75g so they have more space, with some additional tank mates that are compatible.

[mageofseven]

Nesting with Birdie: A BarbMams Love Story

Chapter 9

Taglist: @astroseuss @zarakem @fcxyviixen @brielle043

Later in the day, Barbatos left the room to go make his birdie more food. After everything that has happened, the butler was determined to keep his pregnant boyfriend happy and well-fed.

However, he had what he saw as an unfortunate run-in with Lucifer.

The pride demon could feel is friend staring daggers at him, but he still approached him.

"Could we please talk for moment?"

Barbatos huffed.

"I'd rather not." He said curtly before stepping around his friend.

Sadly, that wasn't the end of the interaction since the other man kept following him.

"I'd just like to talk over--"

Barb spun around, eyes pinned on the Avatar of Pride.

"You may be one of the lords of this land." He began. "You may be my master's partner. You may be my poor birdie's brother...but if you were truly my friend or truly cared for Mammon, you would not have said such words."

Aaaaannnnd that cut the pride demon deep.

Lucifer glared right back at him.

"You have no right to tell me how I feel about my brother."

Barbatos took a deep breath, trying to keep calm.

"My little bird believes in the goodness of your heart, even after all you have done." He told Lucifer. "Though I lack trust for you at this stage, I still ask that you do not disappoint him."

Lucifer's eyes softened.

"I've always done my best for Mammon." Even know, Lucifer's mind flashes to the boy in the closet; that's the version of him that the oldest sees whenever he closes his eyes. "I will not pretend to be perfect, but I always do my best for him."

Barbatos pressed his lips together, staring down the demon in front of him as his thoughts raced.

In the end, he sighed.

"Mammon needs you to do better." The butler explained. "I have learnt that you are not to blame for most of his issues. However, you do aggravate them and cause my little bird to spiral."

Lucifer grimaced.

"I...take it he told you about Michael."

Barb nodded.

The pride demon sighed.

"I should have known sooner..." He shook his head. "If I had only known, I could have saved him sooner."

The butler frowned.

"According to Mammon...you came just in time." He assured. "Even after so long, he truly admires you for what you did."

"As if there's any thing to admire." Luce said bitterly. "I did what I was supposed to...yet I should have never trusted Michael to begin with. I was fooled, same as the others, and so my timing was late simply by letting it happen at all."

Silence hung between the two men before Barbatos spoke.

"You still have not moved passed that day, have you?"

Lucifer was quiet for a minute before shaking his head.

"My first failure."

That was how the man saw it. He was an archangel and caretaker of children, despite being a child himself.

Mammon saw him as this powerful, capable man back then, but the truth was very different; Lucifer was physically fifteen during that period of time, but to a child who physically only presented as six year old, that must have seen like an age of someone old and capable, especially when Lucifer was in the position he was in.

Barbatos stared as his friend, gaze firm but no longer sharp.

"You will accept my little bird's decision and will no longer try persuading him into doing away with our child."

"Of course." Luce nodded.

Barb stared at him a moment longer, taking time to sense him out. When he felt his friend's genuineness, he sighed.

"Alright, that is all I ask...my friend."

Everything about this was complicated, but letting turmoil fester was not good for anyone, least of all his birdie and their upcoming child.

Peace was better for everyone, as long as it can be maintained.

After that, Barbatos headed to the kitchen just as he originally planned to make his love some food.

Lucifer, obviously still in the mood of making amends, joined the butler with the task. Barb had no issues with this and was grateful for the help of making up for lost time so he could get the food to Mammon sooner.

In the end, both friends brought the food to the hungry man waiting in bed.

Mammon raised an eyebrow.

"...what's happenin' now?"

Surprising the younger brother, it was Lucifer carrying the tray of food.

He brought it over to his brother and sat it down on the greed demon's lap before pursing his lips.

"I...I was out of line earlier." He admitted. "Mammon...you are an adult who is perfectly capable of making decisions for your own life. This...this your body and this is your child. If your decision is to keep it then I will accept it just as I should have before. I...worry for you, but that doesn't mean I should try to control you."

Mammon's face went red.

"Uh...thanks." He muttered, not really good at this sort of thing, but loved it nonetheless. "I know you care 'bout me and that's why you do n' say what you do. Even when it hurts...I know ya care."

Yeah, peace was best for this growing family. It will be difficult and require all those involved to grow as people, but they just might be able to do it.

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Okay hold on HOLd UP

Spoilers below for 'Earth's ORIGIN STORY in VRCHAT'

Trigger Warning below cut for: Cursing

Not five seconds after making a 'LUNAR!!!' post we get Earth lore, I am being fed today on the richest of content.

Look look look I get it The Princess and the Pauper movie is great but you cannot go wrong with Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus okay? Alright? This is now. This is now a Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus blog alright? In this house we love Barbie and the Ma

Princess and the Pauper came out in 2004 for anyone who was also wondering, but didn't look it up.

Lol.

The return of the true villain of the series: That one fuckin bouncy, physics defying plush cylinder in the theater.

The music change had me wheezing, the fucking dramatic chase music for this bouncy toy.

Followed by all three of them legitimately walking around trying to catch the damn thing.

I'd love to see an episode where they have a discussion, like a serious discussion or something in the theater, and someone throws the toy and it just bounces around forever while they're having a serious talk, and it's played completely straight the thing is bouncing and no one addresses it or tries to catch it this is wishful thinking but the idea had me laughing so hard i forgot hwo to use punctuation

Sun and Moon sitting down on the little plushies seats like kids listening to story time was so cute.

"You will refer to me as Creator" "Hello Father!" "That works as well I suppose!"

It's strange seeing how... kind? The creator is towards Earth. Like, he's always been kinder to Earth than he has been to Sun or Moon or Killcode, but it's still weird. Like, he lets her decorate her room and got her movies in preparation for her activation, and doesn't get upset when she calls him father, and he's gentle when he asks her to leave them at the end.

"I abandoned mortal flesh for eternal life as a brain!" "Oooh! That seems clever!" Lol

Huh a Garbage Guy.

...

BLOODMOON'S GARBAGE GUY??? HWAT????WHAT>>>???

I like... whatever is going on between Garbage Guy and the Creator. Like, GG is so annoyed with the Creator, but he's speaking so casually to him? Exasperated with the Creators antics. They're like... a goddamn sitcom couple or something. The Creator gives no shits about this guy's irritation. They remind me of Chatot and Wigglytuff from PMD:EoS.

So, Earth was activated around November-December 2022, during the Bloodmoon arc. She showed up in... April? I think? Late March, early April? Though she said she got lost trying to find the daycare/Sun and Moon, so she left/was sent away from the Creator sometime just before that.

Also, whos they? Fazbears? Sun and Moon? Some third party? Why would they get shut down? I may have missed something. I assume it's Fazbear's inc the two of them are talking about.

Earth raising her hand to ask questions.

They have a connected background??? The Creator got the garbage can stuck on this guys head?? Did he make him immortal too, or did he just get hired because he was immortal? What's the dealio with these two?

"Why do you have a trash can on your head?"

"Why don't we ask your Creator, hmm?"

*THE EYE*

"Can you not, with the whole brain eye thing!?"

"IT WAS UNINTENTIONAL!"

I'm crying it was mostlikely a misclick im crying that was so funny

"Um. You see. It's a, um, fashion trend that he's trying from another country."

"Oh fashion trend today is it?"

WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE ARE THEY DIVORCED WHAT AM I LOOKING AT This can't be just me can it?? I want more of it.

"Too bad. My lab." LOL

"I acquired the entire collection of Barbie movies!"

Creator enforces gender 'norms'. Asshole!

I know there's other things happening this episode but. "Was that all?"

"Nooo I wanted to ask you TAKE THIS DAMN THING OFF MY HEAD!"

Also is that the Arthur jingle? Like, the scene transition jingle from Arthur? That's what it sounds like.

"He could see?!" THAT'S what you're taking away from this Moon????

Earth out here being very right about the Barbie Rapunzel movie too, that magic paintbrush was banger, I wanted one too.

This episode was fuckin' fun. So many good quotes, I was laughing the WHOLE time. Also we might have a set up/ worldbuilding for the Creator's enemies and also more Creator and Garbage Guy stuff. Still wondering if he's dead. StG Killcode mentioned putting him to eternal rest at one point.

Also the thumbnail, again the thumbnail! IT's so pretty! The details are amazing, I wish I could look at them closer somewhere. Do we know yet who does them? I've seen suggestions in the comments of both videos featuring art so far that these new ones are done by Kiwi_Artz, but they aren't credited in the descriptions and they haven't post the thumbnails on Twitter anywhere. :(

I feel like this will most likely be the last calm episode before the 16th. This feels like a 'calm before the storm' situation and I cANNOT wait. 9 days till the 16th, that's probably 4-6 lore episodes/ 5-6 VRCHAT episodes, presuming anything is going to happen on the 16th. I'm both not ready for it, and 100% ready for it.

[archives-of-camelot]

Jealousy

Characters: Eli, Evelin (@nimue-hidden-lake)

Series: Evelin Anniversary

Eli's concentration was deep, as he listened with his eyes closed. His headphones ensuring he could hear clearly. He'd been indulging for about an hour or so, before taking his headphones off and heading to the kitchen. Breaks were important, even if it was mere listening.

He grabbed a cup and began filling it with water. He felt Pinro rub against his leg, so he reached down to pat her. After hearing her purr for a moment or two, he saw her ears perk up.

"Right on time" he smiled.

"Yes. I was just about to feed Pinro" Evelin replied while taking the cat's dish. Routine as per usual. More than routine actually. She's fed a dozen or so other cats, not including Pinro. She could probably do it in her sleep. "What are you up to?"

"Same ol'. Though I am a little bit ahead. Just barely finished the last project on time, so I'm taking today off, before I work my arms off" he said with a relaxed stretch. As much as he loved his work, too much of anything wasn't good, as he learned a few days ago.

Evelin placed Pinro's dish down and pat her one last time before letting her eat her lunch.

"What are your plans for the day then?" she tilted her head.

"Dunno. Came in here to get some water. Figured I'd unwind a little today" he took a gulp from his cup. "Nothing like listening to ASMR on a nice afternoon, with no responsibilities" he shrugged.

He observed as her expression remained the same, but a certain intensity introduced itself as he gaze grew sharper.

"I know that look, what'd I do this time...?"

"I thought I was clear last time..." she coldly replied. "If you need to relax, you can come to me"

"A-Ah, so that's what this is about" he awkwardly scratched his neck. "It's not that I don't like it, I do, really. But...y'know I've never been good at asking things, and I didn't wanna bother you-"

"Why settle for someone else when I can help you instead...?" she wasn't moved.

He was at a loss for words. He couldn't tell if she was fucking with him or what.

"Wait...you aren't...jealous, are you...?"

"Yes" she replied quickly and sharply.

This was new...never had he thought he'd see the day. Eli assessed the situation as best he could.

"Well...would helping me also help you?" he proposed.

"Yes"

"And also me promising I'll come to you for relaxation, and no one else, in person or online?"

She nodded.

"Then...let's get started I guess" he announced.

Her expression lightened up. She would help in any way she could. Eli felt satisfied as well, sharing her sentiment. Expressing her emotions came in a unique way. In her case, sometimes words spoke louder than actions, and vice versa. She was hard to read, yet also impossible to misunderstand.

This time thought, it was all too clear.

"Jealous, huh...? Guess I lost a bet" he muttered under his breath as he was lead to the living room.

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