#p2 is definitely a bottom

[nishikiace]

not the ftm toji anon but fuckkkk please write more 🔥🔥🔥 need this man

papaguro needs more spoiling i agree

ftm! bottom! fushiguro toji

Warnings: top!male!reader, dom!reader - amab anatomy, ftm!character - afab anatomy, lingerie, clothing kink, spanking, squirting, rough sex

[p1] p2 [p3 -tbc]

[masterlist]

with the way this man is built in his dilf arc, when he tenses his legs, his ass and thighs tighten and push against the fabric of the grey sweatpants you bought him. It stretches across his broad build and leaves nothing to the imagination

bury your face in the cameltoe between his legs and lick him through the fabric until he's too weak to stand

or

buy him expensive lingerie just so you can see his thick ass and tits barely held in by pretty fabric. his chest is fighting against the bralette as he pushes towards your face to feel your tongue lapping his nipple through the lace

his ass is spilling out of his panties and into your hands. pull him towards you and grind him down into your dick. let him soak through his lingerie and utterly ruin it with how turned on he is

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coming home to him naked, only dressed in the apron you bought him...

bring your palm down on his ass with a loud slap just to watch the fat jiggle and make him cry with slick run down his bare legs

bend him over the kitchen counters and thrust into him sharply. he's scratching at the marble, trying to find purchase as his body is manhandled back and forth on your fat dick. fill the room with the slapping of your hips meeting his fat ass and the squelching of his wet pussy

he's definitely a squirter if you get him gushing enough. bring him to release with a tight thumb pressing down on his clit until drool is dripping out of his open mouth. and when he comes down,

"do it again."

the rocking of your dick into his sopping wet cunt and the pain of the marble edge into his swollen clit rip desperate groans from his throat. you're hunched over him, fucking him harder and faster until you feel his walls shake and pulse around you. he's moaning and gasping, heavy chest shaking, struggling to breathe with your rough pace

toji squirts again with a raspy scream, body writhing and fighting against you. you push in deeper to fill him with your thick cum

you leave him bent over the counter, semen spilling out of his trembling hole, dripping and running over his clit

(you come back with a wet towel right after, to spoil him more)

his apron is ruined

[augustvandyne]

heyy i was wondering of you could write abt angela lopez, we are also a detective at the station and it’s about all the times we almost got caught. if you know what i meann

i adore this

almost getting caught

1.

When you started out as a rookie at the LAPD, you were Tim’s boot.

You’d seen Angela from afar, and had definitely heard a lot about her through one of your close friends, Jackson. You developed a girl crush on her. Angela’s ways were amazing, and you aspired to be her.

The day had come when the rookies had switched up their T.O.’s for a few days, and you’d been assigned to Angela’s shop.

Her sarcastic wit and small smirks made your girl crush turn into a crush crush.

You were actually kind of sad when you found out she would be moving to detective work, because you wouldn’t see her as much anymore.

Eventually one time after your graduated to P2, you’d been paired with her for a day because you were following a case with her.

You made a bad choice on a call you responded to, and Angela had to pull you to the side.

She angrily told you, “Never let anything cloud your judgement, much less a crush.”

She’d thought you had a crush. And not on her.

She was jealous.

“You’re right,” You shrugged. “I do have a crush.”

Curiosity got the best of her. She didn’t mean to sound so rude when trying to get to the bottom of it, but she did.

“Who?” Angela crossed her arms. “Is it Tim?”

“What—“

That was the first time you almost got caught.

You hadn’t even done anything, by any means, but there was something there. You told her, “You know, you’re pretty stupid for a detective. You’re the one I have a crush on. You’re clouding my judgement, Angela. I like you. Not Tim.”

She laughed, “No you don’t,” but eventually gave in to you when your face remained serious.

She had grabbed your hand and asked you out to dinner that night when Nyla had found you to ask if you were okay.

The two of you split apart super fast, and tried to get Nyla out of there as quickly as possible, but that didn’t seem to happen. She pulled you away, and you had to look behind you and mouth yes to confirm your date for that night.

2.

Not too long after that you’d taken the Detectives exam, and had gotten in the top three—no surprise there.

You’d gotten a spot on the LAPD’s Detective team in no time, and were Angela’s partner. At work and out of work.

The two of you had put a label on it by now, and had gone on several dates.

Tonight she took you to a nicer restaurant to celebrate your big news.

She said she was going to pay, but you definitely helped with at least paying for your dessert, because that was some money just on its own. But regardless, you helped whether she knew or not.

You were enjoying your dessert and your night with you girlfriend— who looked beautiful in her dress— when the two of you spotted John and Bailey.

Now under any other circumstance, this would’ve been fine. But how were the two of you supposed to explain why you were dressed so fancy at a nice restaurant that looked like a date?

The quick answer: you weren’t.

You turn your head opposite of the couple, when Angela says, “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Don’t look now, but John and Bailey are three tables away. To your right,” You give her a look. “Unless we want everyone to know we’re together by sunrise tomorrow, we better escape somehow.”

“Can’t we just have one nice date?” Angela sighs angrily.

“No,” You lift the napkin you had on your legs up, and throw it on the table. “But we already paid, so it wasn’t totally ruined, now was it?”

“I suppose not,” Angela smirks. “But I really was enjoying the crème brûlée.”

“We can get some somewhere else, Ange,” You smile, standing to your feet and putting your hand out for her to take.

She does, and the two of you take off towards the bathroom, when at the same time Bailey heads in the direction the two of you were heading.

“Bailey is coming this way,” Angela says urgently, gripping your side with her delicate hand.

“Okay so what—“

Suddenly Angela’s back is against the wall between the men’s and women’s bathroom. Her arm wrapped around your neck, and your hands on her hips as her lips devour yours in a hungry kiss.

Her plan was a success, because Bailey walks right past the two of you.

3.

Another time the two of you had almost got caught was on your birthday.

You and Angela had been together at least three months by now, and she wanted to do something special tonight for your birthday.

She wasn’t sure what yet, which was why she’d approached you in the break room in the first place.

You were stirring the much needed half a pound of sugar into your coffee, when Angela had came up beside you.

“So, it’s your birthday,” She smiles sweetly at you.

“Hm,” You nod with a bored look, taking a sip of the steaming coffee. “You look amazing today with your hair down.”

“I know,” Angela squints, pressing her lips together sassily. “Now, what are we doing tonight?”

You’d told Angela before that you didn’t really like celebrating your birthday. She must’ve interpreted you wrong when you told her you don’t want to do absolutely anything.

“Nothing. I told you,” You place the cup on the table beside you. “I just want to go home,” You grab onto the collar of Angela’s blazer, pulling her closer to you, your lips ghosting hers. “And spend time with my beautiful girlfriend.”

Her lips just barely catch yours when the two of you pull away like the other had burnt them.

Lucy and Tim come strolling in, and Angela looks at you with a slightly disappointed expression, craving your lips now more than ever.

4.

When Lucy is declared missing, you are absolutely distraught.

She was your best friend out of the station, not including Angela, and you couldn’t loose her.

Angela could see you falling apart all over the station. Several different times in several different places. At one point she saw you bawling your eyes out in the middle of the conference room.

She wanted nothing more than to pull you onto her arms, lay a kiss atop your head, and whisper sweet nothings in Spanish to you.

But she couldn’t do that because then everyone would know. And she wasn’t sure if you wanted everyone to know— and she definitely wasn’t asking you when you were in such a state.

It hurts her heart to see you like this, so much her own eyes water at one point.

When Grey delivers the news that they had found where she may be located, you all but jumped for joy. But you were back to crying when Grey confined you to his office and demanded you stay back due to your closeness of the case.

Angela offered to stay back with you, and she closes the blinds of the office after entering.

“Y/n,” Angela’s heart breaks at the sight of you.

You are sat on the couch in Grey’s office, leaning over with the palms of your hands on your eyes.

“Come on,” Angela hears her voice waver from seeing you in so much pain. She puts her arm around you to reach your left shoulder, pulling you closer into her.

You lay down so your head is in her lap.

She runs her hands through your hair, trying to calm your shaking body, and she does eventually.

You sit up at some point and lay your head on her shoulder instead of her lap. She has her arm around you and her lips are resting on your head.

When Grey comes running in, Angela has to quickly separate herself from you.

It’s safe to say she makes a mental note to talk to you about going public with your relationship. All she wants is to ask you on dates during call— not caring who’s there, go out to a nice restaurant without the worry of being caught, kiss you in the break room, and cuddle with you at work when you need it most.

[gayf1hoe]

Personality Breakthrough

Scenario - Y/N is cold towards the media and often lying mistaken for rude. But there is one person who makes him light up and become more open towards the media, and that's Oscar Piastri.

Y/N is undeniably one of the greatest F1 drivers of his generation, he has skills and a driving style that are unparalleled. He has been in Formula 1 just for 2 years, last year he was with Kick Suaber where his talent was showcased, he managed to bring a team that was at the bottom of the constructors into the mid field, this ultimately led him to be promoted up to Ferrari.

Before joining F1 he was the protégé of Red Bull, in F2 he raced for Carlin which had strong links to Red Bull so when he announced that he would be joining Sauber it was certainly a surprise to many.

Since his arrival on track apart from his astonishing abilities one other thing has stuck out about him and that's his pure lament, disinterest and hate for anything media related. It has been an all too common thing for him since he got into motorsports, even as a kid in karting when there was a national or international competition he still didn't engage with the media, as he's grown older his hate for the media has also grown. He's naturally a closed off person, despite all the media opportunities he's never taken any of them.

Netflix revealed they had even offered him money to appear on Drive to Survive but he didn't even answer their request. From his rookie year to now he has been through 4 media managers who have all failed to get him to appear in interviews or any media thing. Despite having a large social media following he is no way proactive, he will only post about major events such as contract changes but other than that nothing.

He is regularly accused of being rude but if he is asked a question he will provide a response but it's normally incredibly vague and doesn't actually answer the question. Many have compared him to Kimi Räikkönen but much worse.

At the conclusion of the final race of the season in Abu Dhabi there was the regular press conference for the guys who finished on the podium. Max who had finished P1 and Y/N who had finished P2 were already there waiting for it to start. The only one missing was Oscar who was still caught up in interviews so the conference commenced and it was decided Oscar can join half way through.

As the questions kept coming and coming, Y/N was giving less and less in response and Max was having to do double the work to make up for it.

Y/N looked like he was about to fall asleep until the Papaya driver entered the room with his golden retriever smile. Y/N automatically sat up in his seat and let up a small smile which is the most anyone has ever managed to get out of him. Max had noticed the shift in Y/N's demeanour and found himself caught up in the young driver's confusing change of emotions.

Between questions Oscar would turn to Y/N and make small talk with him and he would get the occasional light laugh from him.

At the end of the interview the three left the room and went their separate ways and that would normally be the end of it, but when Y/N returned to his room and started scrolling through social media to see what media coverage there was over Max winning the championship and him coming third in the standings all he could see was comments under the press conference that said:

“The way Y/N smiled when Oscar entered the room”

“Max definitely knows what's going on between Y/N and Oscar”

“There's something about the way Y/N acts around Oscar that tells me they aren't just friends”

These comments and theories are the exact reason Y/N actively avoids social media.

Going into the new season there were obviously developments in the relationship between Y/N and Oscar. The two never initially said anything about their relationship status but fans had started making their own conclusions.

Their evidence was the fact that Y/N over the winter break had become more open to the media, he still was nowhere near happy to do media engagements but he looked less forced. He also would only do interviews if Oscar was by his side.

One notable occurrence that almost confirmed it for fans was when during Martin Brundle’s regular grid walk at Monaco he attempted to get a quick interview with Y/N but he pretended not to hear Martin, but he later returned with Oscar next to him and was open for an interview.

The announcers even picked up Y/N's shift in demeanour between when he's with Oscar and when he's not, constantly hinting at it during races when the two would face each other. Ferrari had apparently been begging Oscar to be around Y/N so they were able to get him to do media events and advertising.

It wasn't until the summer break that Oscar would confirm him and Y/N are more than just friends on an Australian daytime TV show. He openly admitted that it's been hard to get Y/N to be himself around the media and act nice to them. He said that Y/N is completely different away from the cameras and is a really fun person to be around.

Upon the return to the season Y/N would make a greater effort to work with the media, he still wasn't perfect at it but that didn't matter because Oscar believed he was perfect.

[girls-alias]

On His Lap P2

Title: On his Lap Part 2 Words: 2,576 Relations: Dean Winchester X reader. TW: SMUT, strong language. Unprotected sex.

Prompt:

Requested a part 2 💟 @spider-rach

SMUT! LAST WARNING:

"What room is it?" Sam asked, grabbing my attention. I saw Dean smirking out of the corner of my eye clearly happy he had distracted me.

"Ugh," I quickly looked at the key. "17," I explained as I threw him a key. He thanked me as he and Cas started making their way to the room. I smiled innocently at Dean as he made no attempt to move. I turned to follow them but Dean's hand grabbed my wrist lightly, stopping me from leaving. I looked at him confused as he smirked. Licking his lips before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. I watched mesmerising, paralysed by the sight.

His eyes moved to my chest, I scoffed about to playfully call him a pig but was silenced as his hand ventured down the neck of my shirt and the back of his hand lightly grazed my left breast. I gasped, hand in a fist as I prepared to punch him in the face. I don't know why it bothered me so much, I just didn't think he would do it so out in the open where anyone could see us, especially Sam and Cas. I realised instantly, wincing internally as he pulled his hand from my bra, one of the other motel room keys in his hand as he smirked at me widely. I groaned as he looked proud of himself.

"See you in ten minutes," He winked before walking away, going to the second room rather than the one Sam and Cas had entered. I gulped as I watched him. He strutted with confidence. I stood, dumbfounded the entire time he went to the room. I gawked at him as he stepped into the room, looking back at me with a smirk before pulling his shirt over his head, clearly giving me a show before closing the door. My jaw was definitely on the floor. We flirt, we joke, today he touched me and now he's waiting in the room for me. I should just go to the room, who cares about making excuses for Sam and Cas. That specimen of a man is waiting for me.

I bit my nail as I thought, I'm just going to go. I shrugged beginning to make my way to the room.

"Y/N?" Cas' innocent voice startled me. I turned around smiling at him. "Aren't you coming in?" He asked standing in the doorway of room 17. I chuckled softly.

"Dean went to get coffee so I was going to help him in case he couldn't carry them," I lied. Cas looked at me confused.

"Why wouldn't he be able to carry them?" He asked, I smiled to hide my annoyance with his interrogation.

"You know, he only has two hands there's 4 coffees," I tried.

"Why would he get 4? I don't drink coffee, I don't drink anything," I rolled my eyes, mentally begging for the strength to handle this right now.

"We thought it was mean to leave you out, just go inside," I explained faking a big smile.

"But-"

"Go inside, Cas. We'll be back with the coffees soon," I explained. He was confused but went inside. I pretended to walk in a different direction in case he was watching me but as soon as I was out of sight I ran to the room.

I opened the door slowly, peaking my head in slightly. I yelped when I noticed Dean had waited at the door, he pulled me in and forced the door shut. He pushed me against the wall, finding my wrists in the movement and held them above my head on the wall. I gulped as he admired me, his eyes hungry as his breath was quick. He clicked the door lock with a smirk, and he placed his free hand on my cheek, leaning in to connect our lips. He moved his hands from my wrist, sliding his hand down my arm, my side and landing on my waist to pull my hips to him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. His warm skin comforted me.

His tongue entered my mouth as he deepened the kiss, I softly moaned into his mouth as he gripped my waist. He smiled against my lips before bending down slightly and grabbing the back of my legs. "Jump," He instructed, quickly breaking the kiss. I jumped into his arms as he caught my weight and held me to his hips. His lips eagerly reconnected to mine. My breath quickened as he pressed me against the wall, his hands on my ass as he held me up easily. God, he's strong.

His lips moved from mine to trail down my jaw and neck. I moaned, my head dropping back as he placed open-mouthed kisses on my neck. My legs automatically clenched, and he grinned against my skin. "I bet you're soaking wet already," His voice was deeper than normal. I bit my lip as I hummed in agreement. "I'd like to feel for myself," He moved a hand to my back as he backed up so I wasn't against the wall. He continued kissing my neck as he carried me to the bed. He held me close as he lay me down on the bed, still staying close so he was hovering above me, between my legs. He reconnected our lips, kissing me passionately as his hands roam my body. His hand collected the bottom of my shirt, slowly pulling it up. He disconnected our lips only momentarily as he pulled the shirt off of me.

I smiled watching his grin at my shirtless form. God, he's so hot. He came back to my lips, his hand finding my side before slowly moving his hand to behind my back. His skin on mine, his slow movements sent tingles along the skin he touched. He easily unclasped my bra with one hand, I gasped not expecting him to be able to do it but he sat up and smiled at me. He slowly pulled my bra from my body, remaining in eye contact as if he were studying me to check it was okay. As I smiled and moved out of the bra he grinned knowing I was happy. I suppose it's fair that we're both shirtless. I giggled as he threw my bra aside, smirking at me before leaning in. I lifted my chin to kiss him but he pulled his lips away and chuckled at my disappointed expression.

"Tell me to stop if you want," He explained, his hips grinding into mine slightly, I moaned feeling his jeans graze against me. He grinned as he sweetly kissed my shoulder.

"You will never hear me say it," I replied, he chuckled as he pulled away to admire me.

"Good girl," He added as he swooped in to kiss me. His tongue met mine as they danced between our mouths. I moaned at his words. He seemed to smile against my lips. "You like that?" He asked against my lips. I nodded softly not wanting to break the kiss. Dean's hand trailed down my side, his finger catching on the hem of my shorts. He smirked against my lips. My breath seemed to pool in my chest. Anticipation making my hair stand on edge. He pulled away from the kiss, and my body reacted by whimpering before I could even think. He chuckled before connecting open-mouthed kisses to my neck. I dropped my head back as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

Dean smirked against my neck before his hand slipped into my shorts. I gulped, begging him to touch where I craved him most. His fingers explored further, my breath erratic as I craved his touch. I moaned as he finally ran his fingers through my folds, the tip of his middle finger at my entrance. He moaned against my skin, and I moaned hearing him so pleased. "You really are wet," He commented before kissing my neck, biting it a little harshly as his finger slid inside me. I moaned, my back arching up from the bed. He moaned into my neck. He sucked my neck slightly and I breathed in through my teeth knowing he was leaving a hickey. I love hickeys, he's claiming me as his. He curled his fingers once they were deep inside me. I moaned, begging for him to replace them with his dick.

He grinned against my neck. "You're such a good, wet girl," I moaned as his words sent vibrations down my spine before meeting his fingers inside me, he curled and straightened to please me.

"Please, fuck me," I practically begged, my voice coming out in moans as he grinned.

"I didn't think you were the begging kind," He chuckled, his fingers unrelenting. He slowly pulled his fingers from inside me, and I eagerly pulled his lips to mine. Our tongues fought for dominance as I worked on the buckle of his jeans, he grinned against my lips as I undid his jeans and pulled on them to show I wanted them off him. He chuckled as he leaned back, standing up to take them off. I grinned at him as I pulled my shorts and underwear off.

"Eager," He commented but I chuckled as I rolled my eyes, holding my hands up to show I wanted him back to me. I bit my lip as I admired his penis. I could tell it was a great size when I was sat on his lap but my mouth dried seeing it in person. I've never craved someone so much. He leaned in, hovering over me again as his dick met us in the middle. He connected our lips, kissing me eagerly, hungrily. I whimpered as his dick grazed against my entrance. He bit my bottom lip, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as he tugged on my lip slightly. He looked me deep in the eyes as he released my lip. "I want you screaming my name," I nodded softly as he lined himself up, his tip inside me. I whimpered as I begged him to push deep inside me. He seemed to hesitate to watch my reaction.

"Please," I begged as I wrapped my arms around him to hold his back. He smirked, connecting open-mouthed kisses to my neck as he slowly pushed inside me. I gasped as he pushed deep inside me, I moaned when his hips finally met mine. He bit down on my neck, groaning as he entered me.

"Fuck, you're so tight," He moaned, he slowly pulled out before keeping a slow rhythm as he pushed into me. I moaned, my head tipping back as my back arched. He breathed deeply as his hand found my waist pushing me down into the bed. He continued fucking me, our moans melding together. "Fuck," He commented. His voice alone could cause me to moan but his dick deep inside me and hitting my G-spot was driving me crazy. I never knew sex could feel this good.

Dean rested his forehead on my shoulder as he picked up his pace. I bit my lip to conceal my moans of pleasure. "Scream it, baby," I instantly dropped my lip and moaned a little louder than I expected.

"Fuck, Dean," I moaned, his hand still pushing me into the bed as my body tried to raise from the bed. He grinned against my skin before kissing my shoulder. He seemed to hold me a little higher before his pace quickened. I became a moaning mess, his groans melting with mine as he connected our lips. His tongue entered my mouth as moans vibrated in my throat.

"You're such a good girl, I want you to cum all over me," His lips moved to my ear to tease me. My spine was on edge as he breathed heavily above me. A scream escaped my lips as his tip slammed into my G-spot forcefully. "I want you screaming my name," He added. I screamed a moan as I felt myself building up. My orgasm is ready to tip over the edge.

"Fuck, Dean," I practically screamed as his thrusts never faltered or slowed.

"Just like that, baby," His breath was erratic as his nails dug deep into my side only increasing my pleasure. My eyes rolled back as screamed moans escaped my mouth.

"Dean," I screamed, his pace deepening as he ploughed into me. Fuck me! The months of flirting and not even touching only made this more exciting.

"I can feel you're getting close," He breathed deeply. "Be a good girl and cum on me," I screamed as my orgasm peaked. My body felt possessed as I raised my back, my nails digging into his back. Dean winced as he continued fucking me deeply. I squeezed my eyes shut as he fucked me through my orgasm. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," I confessed. My orgasm peak not yet fading. I screamed with pleasure as his cum squirted inside me with force. His groans only made my orgasm continue. My vision went spotty, I've never had an orgasm last more than a few seconds.

His nails dripped my skin harshly before he pushed a final and very deep thrust into me. My orgasm subsided as I breathed heavily. Dean practically collapsed on top of me as his breath was quick. He leaned back to grin at me. I chuckled as I smiled, he leaned down kissing me sweetly. He pulled away still smiling before moving to lie down beside me. He opened his arms waiting for me. I giggled as I rolled to my side, hugging him happily. He rubbed random patterns onto my back as I smiled, my head on his chest.

"We should have done that months ago," He commented, I chuckled as I nodded. Why did it take us so long to finally do this? He kissed the top of my head and I could tell he was smiling. "You can say no but do you want to go on an actual date?" He asked, his voice a little nervous. I sat up to look at him, and he gulped, afraid of my answer. I smiled as I admired him.

"The Dean Winchester wants to date?" I asked, he chuckled as he shook his head.

"It's stupid, I shouldn't hav-," He tried but I interrupted him by kissing him.

"Shut up, of course I want to go on a date," I chuckled. He grinned at my words. He admired me, his smile never fading.

"Thank God. I would have cried," He joked. I laughed as I shook my head. "You want to stay here all day?" He asked temptingly. I sighed.

"God, I wish. I told Cas we were getting coffee." I winced wishing Cas had never opened the door and caught me. Dean groaned as he rolled his eyes. I smiled, admiring him. He's so fucking hot. Dean, the hot hunter wants to date me. I could scream with joy. I wish I had female friends to squeal with over this.

"Guess I'll have to sneak you back here later then," He shrugged before kissing me. I giggled into the kiss as his hand found my cheek keeping my lips on his. God, I could do this for hours and from Dean's hands I knew he didn't want to stop any time soon either. Fuck, he's perfect!

[hiebies]

can i get a kiss? (can you make it last forever?)

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | desc; to share in a gentle passion, the press of skin to skin in the most authentic way one knows how.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | pairings; barnabas tharmr : benedikta harman : joshua rosfield : hugo kupka -> x gn!reader

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | mlist : p2

kissing barnabas is like the waging of a battle. the beginning comes as the aftermath of careful planning, the cunning wit of a man all too familiar with the realities that can come from the crusades he commits to feel your lips on his. his lips are warm, dry but not chapped, at first a press of skin to skin- lips to lips, testing the waters. his hands follow his lips pressing to yours, calloused thumbs pressing and dragging over the apples of your cheeks and over your jaw. he spends his time breathing you in like the brine of the ocean air- present, yet alert to you. always you.

when joshua indulges himself in kissing you, he is always mindful, always aware, always present. his lips somehow always taste like berries, perhaps it is because of his hunger for the sweet fruit- or maybe perhaps it is because of the salve he once bought on his travels when they began to chap terribly one winter.. perhaps it is simply a combination of both. kissing him is a reprieve, a slow lull like the setting of the sun on the horizon, plush of his lips to yours and tongue tracing the seam of your mouth tentatively, as always, he tastes like berries.

benedikta’s kisses are always just a bit different from their predecessors. some are teasing and so fleeting they are simply brushes of her mouth- to yours, to your cheeks, to the tip of your nose, to your jaw; anywhere she can reach in the moment. other times the press of her mouth is incessant, coated in sticky product and leaving smears around your mouth- the direction of her tongue dragging over your bottom lip, the way she prefers to direct such a like a puppeteer would. sometimes, in quieter moments, her kisses are slow- languid, not fleeting nor incessant, lips warm and hands seeking only to cradle your face close as hearts beat together in seperate ribcages.

when he so deigns to, hugo kisses you like he is a man starved for air- like your lips against his is a sensation he cannot live without, that your lips are a need and not a want. he needs your pretty lips, puckered and puffed out as his hand squishes at your cheeks and he tips his head back in laughter, other hand resting on your waist where he has you splayed out over his lap. his kisses are like he is starved, like you are his oasis, plentiful in the bounty that is his to claim and the happiness it grants him upon stealing a kiss from your mouth.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | notes; i’m so totally very most definitely not biased at all for anyone, totally. (it’s barnabas, he gives me cuteness aggression.) i hav a pt 2 w everyone else leftover, it should b posted over next few days :]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ hiebies 2023 ©

[sweet-honey-tears]

Advertising Hero

Makeup. P2

Part one

Tetsu, Shoji, Tokoyami, Aoyama x Reader

Hello, all my bubble bees. IM BACK -for a limited time only. As requested, we have another hero makeup! I did these while taking a break between work, and it was really enjoyable to do. I also can't get over the idea of Deku’s makeup being cosplay makeup—that boy definitely costplayed all might. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: Reader wear dress and makeup, possibly suggestive if you squint.

“New Pro Hero makeup brands have been released to the public as of yesterday. And all I can say is it is no bullcrap branding. There seems to actually have been a lot of thought out into these product- cruelty free and safe. There even seems to be ointments in the makeup to help with skin… actual care was put into these products.”

-Vlogger

🩶 Tetsutetsu 🩶

Tetsu: Luid metallic eyeliner

Advertisement: The background was black, allowing all focus to be on you and Tetsu. You stood facing the camera, arms crossed and legs shoulder width apart, a power pose. The tight version of Tetsu’s hero costume was barely visible on your frame. The room was dark, minus the sliver of light that crept in to catch the liquid metallic linear that adorned your face; its mirror-like quality allowed the shape of Tetsu’s signature ‘mask’ to be seen. A mysterious, dangerously flirty smile played on your and testus lips as he ‘looked’ over his flexing arm, his eyes covered in shadow. Tetsu stood behind you, back to yours, as he flexed his arms, his quirk causing the tiny sliver of light to shine over each defined muscle in his bicep and catch on the points of his sharp white smile.

💪 Shoji 💪

Shoji: Wet Eye Liners - Water Activated Dry Liners Pallet

Advertisement: It was a sweet scene with a calming blue background. You and Shoji sat face to face as the camera caught your side angle, the warm lighting only causing the two of you to rest in your golden hour. You sat on your knees, leaning over to reach the towering man sitting before you. Shoji’s mask remained on, but it was clear from his eyes that he was smiling widely. Your hand held a small brush, a light blue pigment at the end of its bristles as if caught in mid-motion of painting on flowing hearts to his upper cheeks. Your own were adorned with small, beautiful pink flowers that reached the corner of your eyes. The open pallet played to the side, and its light colors were fully displayed to the camera. The label ‘inner calmness’ with all the color's names splayed open.

🖤 Tokoyami 🖤

Tokoyami: Gothic Eye Shadow Pallet and Black Lquid Linear

Advertisement: It was a dark mansion setting, with a dark background and an almost throne-like chair where you sat. Slightly leaned over to rest your chin on your palm, elbow resting on the armrest. You glanced over at the camera, a confidently dangerous grin on your dark-painted lips. Your hair was woven in a way that portrayed a crown, with silver strands woven in. Your eyeshadow was dark purple blended to black with a slight touch of a dark grey shimmer nestled between the two colors, a sharp glossy cat-eye cutting through the blended color. Tokoyami stood by your side, leaning against the relatively large chair. You both wore black; Tokoyami a suit and you a simple dress with a slight shimmering bottom to compliment the look.

✨ Aoyama ✨

Aoyama: Fine Body Glitter- Safe to put on eye lids

Advertises:You were standing on the red carpet with Aoyama, your arm resting on his as you turned to model for the many paparazzi. You stare at the camera, a large smile on your lips, a hand on your hip, and the other resting on Aoyama’s. Your strapless shimmering dress with elbow-length matching gloves complemented the shimmering body glitter on shoulders, eyelids, and even hair; which was elegantly pulled up. The lights of hundreds of cameras only made the sparkles more beautiful. Aoyama stood off your side, seeming perfectly fine not to be in the camera flash for once, his eyes glued to you.

[catmansquad]

Comfort (P2)

Right, let's continue this romantic trainwreck, and the story too. Incubus!Miguel x M!Reader

You had tried to convince Miguel that he should sleep on the sofa, the Incubus had insisted he would be better off sleeping in bed beside you. You had eventually reached a compromise where you had inevitably kicked him out of bed and he had curled up to sleep on the floor.

When you woke, you sat up with a sharp yawn and blinked hazily. Strange dreams… Miguel O’Hara, the Incubus… Trying to get into bed with you. It was probably- definitely- time to lay off the comics before bed. You swung your legs over the side and pushed yourself up from the bed. One foot found soft carpet, the other stepped on something else- ‘Ay, coño!!’ You fell back onto the bed in shock, as the figure sleeping beside your bed leapt up like he had been burned. Tall, dark, and very handsome, hair mussed and wild, clawed hands curling protectively around the spaded tip. ‘That’s my tail you’re stepping on!’ The Incubus hissed at you, his sharp teeth gritted and eyes narrowed. After a few seconds of a lingering glare, you found your voice again. ‘Y… You’re real… You’re not a dream, you’re really… real.’ ‘Well.. Yeah. Of course I’m real…’ Those red eyes glance away, fingers running across the head of his tail before letting it go to slither back behind him. ‘But… How do I know that you’re not a dream?’ ‘W-what?’ His gaze flicked back to you, blowing a soft kiss, his eyes smouldering. ‘…’cause you look like a dream come true.’ ‘Oh my god…’ You groaned at his awful flirtation. ‘You’ve literally just woken up, after I accidentally stepped on your tail, and you’re flirting with me…’ The Incubus rested with hands on hips, smirking confidently with his tail swaying behind him. Moments passed in silence, then you watched his tail droop. ‘…Not going to give one back? Aww…’ He sighed in irritation before stretching with a low groan, muscles popping, the shadows swirled and dark leathery wings sprouted from his back, stretching out into a huge span that nearly reached from one end of your bedroom to the other. ‘Mm, any thoughts?’ His eyes were half-lidded, gaze lost in your own. You knew you had been staring, and you knew that Miguel knew you’d been staring from his little smirk and how his tail was swaying again. ‘I… I’m thinking I need to get up now, have breakfast… and freak out about this properly when I’m awake. Also, you’re very fit- but please say you can put on some clothes?’ The Incubus hummed, folding his arms as he wrapped his wings across himself, modesty, for your sake alone. ‘Sorry, is… this awesome physique distressing you?’ He clicked his tongue as he winked again. ‘Yeah… Sure, I’ll get dressed in a bit- mind if I use your shower…?’ You nodded, waiting for the inevitable. It didn’t take long. ‘… Do you want to shower toge-?‘ ‘No.’

The Incubus was very real. He was in your shower, and over the spray of water, you could hear him singing in Spanish, that deep voice carrying clear across your home. His singing voice was as enchanting as the rest of him, and you nearly let your toast burn from how distracted you were. You were halfway through chewing on one slice of golden-brown before he emerged from the bathroom, steam trailing out, a towel wrapped around his sinfully tight waist, the tip of his tail poking out from the very bottom. ‘A towel is not clothing.’ You noted. ‘I’ll get dressed in just a moment… Don’t mind me…’ Your cry came as he snatched the other slice of toast from your plate and sauntered back into the bedroom. ‘My toast, you…. You horny- horned bastard!’ He winked back over his broad shoulder, toast between his teeth and eyes glinting with mirth and joy. Another short visit to the toaster and another slice of golden-brown toast on your plate. You guarded it jealously, curled up on the sofa as the other seat sunk beside you. ‘Hey, is that mine, too…?’ ‘No, it’s mine, as was the other- Oh for fu…’ You broke down into an exasperated sigh as you looked beside you. The Incubus had indeed changed into proper clothing and was now dressed in the skintight red and deep blue of a familiar Day of the Dead outfit that been repurposed into a makeshift Superhero suit. He was dressed like he had stepped straight out of your favourite comic books. ‘Seriously? You put that on? Why are you dressed like Spider-Miguel?!’ ‘Well, you weren’t complaining the other night when I held you in my arms, when I let you feel up my muscles, and nearly let you have the ride of your life…’ The slits on the mask narrowed, smugness thick in his tone for how easily he made you blush. ‘T-that was different. I was asleep! I- I had the mind of a drunkard- no, Miguel!’ You slapped his hand away as you found it reaching for the toast on your plate and heard the soft, almost needy whine that escaped him. ‘Please wear something else. Please…’ ‘You think about him, a lot. This… Other Miguel. He causes such a little flutter in your heart… Longing?’ You turned your gaze from him, eyes searching the room for something- anything else that you could distract yourself long enough to fight the urge to blush in embarrassment at the truth of his words. It would probably do no good in the end, the Incubus could read your emotions, maybe even your mind. ‘I-I just like the character. S-Stop reading my mind!’ You snatched the toast from the plate and begin to noisily chew on it to distract yourself and nearly bit the inside of your cheek for the effort. ‘Woah, woah! I… Don’t read minds! That’s a real invasion of privacy. I sense emotions, desires, and the tiny little shifts in energy you don’t even notice. The rest is just a clever amount of connecting the dots- and I’m really clever.’ He huffed softly, shaking his head. ‘Gabri always says I sound like I read minds…’ You nearly choked on your toast at his admittance, gaze snapping back to him as a huge hand patted your back reassuringly. ‘You alright?’ ‘G-Gabri?!’ ‘Yeah. My little brother- why are you looking at me like that?’ One had reached up and pulled the mask from his face, it dissolved away into glittering light in his fingers, his expression beneath was one of confusion. You stared at him in silence for a time, watching one of his eyebrows raise in question. ‘A-as in Gabriel?! Y-your little brother, Gabriel?’ ‘Wait… You’ve met him before? Gabri never mentioned you!’ You felt an awkward feeling knot itself into your gut; that either the Incubus was playing a very convincing role, or it was time for you to get the comic books out.

You bundled the comic books in your arms and nearly dropped them as you turned back to your living room, finding Miguel in the doorway, the upper half of the suit hanging down around his waist as he gripped the top of the doorframe, muscular upper body on display. His red eyes lowered half-lidded as he hummed thoughtfully, drinking you in. ‘… Well… Back in the bedroom again…? You can put the comics down, and just lay down on the bed. Let your Superhero give you a massage to unwind all the tension in you… I’ll have you know I’m a professional masseuse. These hands work miracles, cariño…’   His tone left you blushing again, you fully believed that he would uphold every single word he was saying, if only you would listen. ‘Or… Y’know… I can fix this suit up and pick you up and throw you onto the bed. Pin you there and leave you grinding against me in desperation for contact, knowing you’ll never be able to escape these mighty muscles…’ His eyebrows wiggled, a salacious grin on his face as his tongue ran slowly across his teeth. ‘The possibilities are endless…’ ‘Can you… Please, just stop being an unrepentant hornball for five minutes while I show you these?’ At your words, Miguel’s grin vanished like a lightbulb had broken, his entire demeanour slumped, his tail drooped and his hands fell back to clap against his sides. He was still frowning as he stepped aside to allow you back out, and trailed after you like a lost puppy. When he sat down beside you, he had discarded the Spider-man suit in favour of plain grey leggings and a white hoodie that was slightly too large even for his massive physique. ‘Alright, pretty Spider-Man comics. What’s the deal with them, me ,and Gabri?’ You placed them down softly on the coffee table, eyes narrowing at the sight of the plate with scattered crumbs, where once your half-eaten toast had rested. You were going to slap him if he kept stealing your food.

You had run through the entirety of Miguel-the-character’s story, paying close attention to Miguel-the-Incubus’ reactions, watching his eyes widen. His gaze now flitted between the last open comic and your face. You laughed nervously, scratching the back of your neck. ‘So… Uh, this is the part where you break character, right…? Where we have a laugh and you… Um.. I-I dunno…’ ‘I’m not acting. I’m not Miguel O’Hara, but I am Miguel. Does that make sense? I have a younger brother, Gabriel, and a strained relationship with my parents. I’m not a half-human-spider hybrid, but I’m an Incubus, a being of passion; I manipulate and feed on sexual energy, and I enjoy watching men and women- mostly men- squirming in the throes of bliss as I make their fantasies come true…’ Miguel’s solemn, gentle expression broke into a joyful grin. ‘Great to know you think so highly of me! I can be your hero, if you let me…’ ‘Please, don’t sing.’ ‘I- Uh… Wasn’t going to… Ahem…’ He looked away, nervously clearing his throat as his tail curled around his waist. You shifted in your seat, glancing at the stack of comics. ‘So… A-are you half-Irish too? Do they… have Ireland where you’re from?’ ‘Half-Irish, huh? That’s up to you. How’d you like the sound of that, mo ghrá?’ You sat back in your seat, eyes wide, staring at him with that silly grin plastered across his face. He had just flawlessly shifted his voice into a smooth, Irish baritone that had made an uncomfortably hot knot curl in your gut. Miguel could probably make any accent sound sexy. ‘U-uh..’ I’ll take an “Uh”. Works for me!’ Miguel slipped back into his usual voice, chuckling softly. ‘Man… Gabri’s gonna freak when I tell him about all this! So… Are you going to laze about all day like that, or are you waiting for me to join you in the shower…? We could wash each other’s back…’ You closed your eyes softly, letting your head hang as you sighed. True to your demand, he had lasted longer than five minutes without dropping so much as a flirtatious comment. Your brain chose that particular moment to remind you of a more pressing matter. ‘Ah, shit… I said I’d host a dinner-party for my friends later- you can’t be-…’ Despite standing up, your panic was cut straight through by the pitiable look Miguel was giving you, his frown was back, his eyes were wide and sparkling with unshed tears. ‘You… You can’t…. Be here… You- Fuck, stop looking at me like that..’ ‘…. Please? Just say I’m your boyfriend.’ His voice was soft, tiny, quietly pleading.’ ‘I… I can-‘ The little whimper that escaped him nearly broke your heart in two. ‘… Fuck! Alright! Fine! B-but you need to keep it in your pants- a-and you can’t be looking like that. Can you make yourself look, less… uh…’ ‘Wow. Yeah, just straight out with the racism.’ His tone was dry, sarcastic, chuckling softly after as he clapped hands on his knees and rose, all trace of his earlier sad fragility gone. ‘Close your eyes, cariño, I don’t like getting changed when someone’s watching.’ You did as ordered, letting your eyes drift shut for a few brief moments. A warm breath your neck, soft lips placing a gentle, tender kiss on your cheek that left you blushing once again. ‘You can open your eyes now…’ You blinked, your gaze returning to the handsome figure before you; gone were the horns, the tail, and the long, sharp nails. His once wild hair had been tamed, and his now brown eyes glinted with mirth. He seemed to even be slightly taller and broader than before, hooking warm fingers under your chin, tipping your head back before his lips ghosted across your own. Almost a kiss. Almost. ‘What do you think…? Boyfriend material…?’ He purred, smooth as spider-silk.

(Reader isn't wrong, Miguel is putting up a front. Beneath all the flirting and confidence, he's a spluttering, bumbling nervous wreck who just really wants someone to be kind and love him)

[anonduck07]

QUALI RECAP: Chinese GP 2024

Ft. Nico Rosberg quotes because he's commentating again (scroll to the bottom bit)

Out in Q1

P20: Logan Sargeant, who spun out and caused a yellow flag

P19: Yuki Tsunoda, whose DRS wasn't working until the last 6 minutes of Q1

"I mean, there's definitely something going on, I can't be fucking 19. Honestly, the lap was pretty good." - Yuki Tsunoda, Team radio

P18: Lewis Hamilton goes too aggressively in his final lap and exits Q1 for the first time since Jeddah 2022

"When I was making the set-up changes I was like, it can't get any worse surely- and it did." - Lewis Hamilton

P17: Kevin Magnussen

P16: Zhou Guanyu, who placed an impressive P9 for the sprint, gets knocked down and out by Charles Leclerc, to the frustration of his home city

Out in Q2

P15: Pierre Gasly, who makes it into Q2 for the first time this year

P14: Alex Albon, who has exited Q2 in every race this season

P13: Esteban Ocon

P12: Daniel Ricciardo made it into Q2, out-qualifying Tsunoda for the first time this year. He had a minor setback when he reported smoke coming from his breaks in Q1, and wasn't able to advance to Q3

P11: Lance Stroll

Q3 results

P10: Valterri Bottas, who is on an absolute roll with his pace in China, qualifying P9 during the sprint

P9: Nico Hulkenberg, also managing to pull the HAAS to decent results

P8: George Russell

P7: Carlos Sainz, who crashed in Q2 (red flag) but came back on track in time to place third fastest, apparently struggling in Q3

P6: Charles Leclerc, who struggled a bit as well during Q3

P5: Oscar Piastri

P4: Lando Norris, who got pole for the sprint only to finish an unfortunate P6

P3: Fernando Alonso, oversteering a little in his final lap and just getting knocked down by Perez

P2: Checo Perez, making yet another front row lock-out for Red Bull

P1: Max Verstappen, taking Red Bull's 100th pole position, his first pole in China, and becoming the first driver to qualify P1 in all 5 starting races of the calender since Mika Hakkinen.

Bonus Nico Rosberg Commentary

"It's a super difficult one isn't it, for Mercedes. Lewis has put them into quite the difficult position there." (About what Mercedes will do after Lewis leaves)

"Lewis, you know, the 7 time world champion. That's a mistake probably that should be avoidable."

"Lewis tends to say we have so different set-ups and such a big car difference and that's kind of his excuse this year…and he's gone again for that"

"I'm happy to appear on a statistic. I don't appear much very often anymore 'cause it's so long ago." (The statistic being previous poles in Shanghai)

"I know that because he [Fernando Alonso]'s my rival in those statistics. That's why I know his numbers."

[cinnamonest]

I know nothing about Persona let alone Goro Akechi but after reading the bsf and yan profile post I want to give this man a hug (and my tits). His story seems so sad ;-; and he's so pretty and for what?? 💢

Honestly, as much as I enjoy genshin I never truly found it to have any meaningful or extremely well written characters (which is not a bad thing, I just can't take them seriously when they all look like that lmao). All credit to making me think twice about them goes to writers and artists in the fandom. So the change in content feels soooooo nice. Made me appreciate your writing in another way

I've heard about Persona a LOT for years, but I didn't have a huge drive to play it until your liveposting (p.s I love the LP so much) and especially the posts with that one insane policeman guy who is a loser (affectionate, also giving him my pussy). Any recs? 😅

HE IS MY BABY BOY you're so right he is so pretty 😖😖😖 Akechi is genuinely an excellently written character, and Persona 5 Royal is one of the few games I think fully deserves to be so hyped as it is.

Tbh I think the problem genshin and similar games has is that there's so many characters, you have to essentially go out of your way to dig into lore to get anything beyond surface level from them. This happens a lot in series with lots of characters — like with Danganronpa for example, your experience of a lot of characters completely changes upon playing their free time events. A lot of genshin characters get very little screen time on the main story, so all their characterization is in their quests, lines, and character profile content. Which to be fair, with a game of this nature that's kinda the only way to really do it, so, I'm just glad they give us that extra content tbh. I've played some gachas that would introduce new characters but give very little beyond a design and name which is kinda sad when you want to know more about the lil guy you're playing with.

But AAAAAAAAAAAAAA thank you so much anon I am going to ramble here, but I'll put a tl;dr at the bottom!

Soooo if you want to get into Persona, I'd recommend the series in a certain order with some notes. There's 5 main entries in the series and a lot of spinoffs.

A word of advice in general with marathoning a game series: with any series it's a good idea to play in order of chronological and thus technological progression, especially if you intend to play the series back to back, otherwise going from a more recent game to an older one can damper your experience due to the decrease in graphical quality, gameplay smoothness, and general content quantity.

However for this series, the ideal order to play really depends on the factors of 1) which version of Persona 3 you choose to play, and 2) if you want to play Persona 1 & 2.

Regarding Persona 1 and 2: These are some of those games where your enjoyment will strongly depend on whether or not you're a person who is okay with some of the frustrations, limitations and slowness/jankiness common to old games (they came out between 1996-1999). I know some people don't mind or see it as a sort of vintage charm, while others get very frustrated with that — if you're the latter, I'd recommend saving yourself the frustration and skipping them, but if you like old games or have a high tolerance for jankiness, you could start here. I will also say that, even amongst the vintage/90s games fan crowd, P2 is definitely more popular and considered better than P1. It's also much better on the aforementioned issues.

Also, unless you have an original PlayStation or PSP, you'll have to emulate these.

Regarding Persona 3: there's several versions — the original came out in like 2006, then there was a remake version called P3 FES which added an epilogue (which is being added to the recent remake soon anyway), then a PSP remake called Persona 3 Portable (which has ports on modern consoles), then the most recent remake, Persona 3 Reload, came out just a few months ago in 2024.

Obviously the newest remake has vastly improved graphics and added lots of gameplay content. However, one of the biggest differences is that P3 Portable had the option to play as a female protagonist — this altered a lot of aspects of the game and is exclusive to that version (which has disappointed a lot of people hoping she'd be in the 2024 remake), so you can't play as her if you play Reload (unless, I believe, you play PC, there's a volunteer team currently making a mod for her).

Personally, I bought P3 Reload, and couldn't get into it, so I dropped it. Then I bought P3P on a whim and LOVE it so far. Getting to play as the girl protagonist makes a massive difference in my opinion, and more than compensates for the older graphics/gameplay. It's not just the romance routes either, her dialogue options, interactions, music, and overall vibe is different enough that it changes the feel of the story.

It really depends on what you value more — 2024-tier visual quality/gameplay and the epilogue, versus the Female Protagonist experience, so just pick which you prefer.

For the order thing, if you choose to play P3P (or the original/FES for whatever reason), I'd start here, but if you want to play Reload, I'd play it either last or just before P5 Royal.

Moving on, Persona 4: Golden and Persona 5: Royal are both the definitive editions of their respective games. They're remakes of the originals with a lot of added content, and unlike Persona 3, there's no reason to play the older versions over these. Notably their themes/vibes are kinda opposite of each other (big city world-scale societal rebellion versus small rural town murder mystery), I wouldn't say either story is better or worse, they're not really comparable and more a matter of personal taste.

As for the stories, admittedly if you've read my posts, you've essentially already been spoiled on the identity of the killers, but honestly it's still worth experiencing the story, there's multiple big plot twists before and after the reveals regarding Akechi/Adachi.

I would play Persona 5 Royal last, largely because it's widely considered the best entry to the series and is by far the longest. However if you only intend to play one game, it should definitely be P5 Royal. The only real flaw to P5 is it's much easier than previous games.

From here, there's a few more spinoff games, whether or not you want to play them really just depends on if you enjoy the genre. There's a bit of lore in some of them but nothing critical.

Dancing All Night/Starlight/Moonlight - dancing rhythm games

Arena Ultimax - fighting game, acts as an epilogue to P3&4

Persona Q 1&2

These are Nintendo DS spinoffs with chibi style art. I haven't played these and admittedly don't know much about them, I think they're dungeon crawler genre? It's popular for the aspect of which it involves the characters of the different main games, so you get to see them interact with each other.

The downside is that these games are oddly expensive, I think because there weren't too many copies. I intend to get them eventually.

Persona 5 Tactica/Strikers:

These are P5 spinoffs that put the cast in alternate stories, strikers is the closest to a true sequel from my understanding, tactica is more of a dungeon-crawler. I didn't get them because Akechi isn't in strikers and is just minor dlc for tactica.

The Phantom X

This is upcoming I believe, it's going to be a mobile game with a new cast.

The TL;DR of my advice:

- Play P2 only if you're into vintage gaming

- Play P1 only if you're REALLY into vintage gaming

- Play Persona 3 Portable if you really value the female protagonist/male character romance experience, otherwise play Persona 3 Reload

- If you play the original Persona 3, FES, or P3 Portable: start with that, then P4 Golden, then P5 Royal

- If you play Persona 3 Reload: play P4 Golden FIRST, then both P5 Royal and P3 Reload in either order.

- Play the spinoffs just based on what type of games you like, if any.

[livefastdriveyoung]

Thoughts on Testing Day 2 - 2024

Red Bull Second Seat - Checo is a good driver. The fact that he's got another contract indicates that Red Bull do not agree. His earlier times versus his finish in 2nd is definitely an indicator that something might have been wrong with the car. Again, he's not a great driver, but he's good. I don't know that Red Bull will get rid of him, but he's probably on probation of some kind.

Hamilton - Mercedes - There were definitely some moments during this practice that had me confused and annoyed. The drain cover also damaged his car to some extent, but also the drop to P6/7 was a little ridiculous. He ultimately finished in P3 after being P2 for a good portion of the session. Whatever the issues were, I hope they nail it down.

The Top Ten - An interesting lean toward the more established drivers with a few new drivers. Lewis, Checo, Daniel, Charles, Valtteri, and Carlos all being in the Top ten is a fun thing to see. They are all skilled drivers and their talents were always secondary to the "can they beat a Red Bull, can they beat Max?" It was refreshing to see.

Ferrari Dominance? - Whether or not the speed and consistency executed by the Ferrari Drivers is something that will remain throughout the season is interesting. I'm going to be honest, I think Max's speed yesterday was only to demonstrate that any time someone else sets is one that he can beat. 1:29.921 is absolutely impressive, and Carlos is reaffirming for all of the teams that are shopping that he's worth it, but that wasn't the time to beat yesterday for Max. I think that the RB can do it, but we know for sure the Ferrari can, and that's quite promising.

Logan Sargeant - Yeah the drain cover definitely helped him be P3 in the morning, but he remained in the top ten until close to the end of the session. I think whatever changes he made over the break are certainly in his favor, and Williams definitely cares about their drivers, so I'm sure he's got at least half of the season before they start indicating to him otherwise.

Stake - I don't know y'all. I think the constructors bottom half is going to be pretty competitive this year. I also think we're going to see more competition between the two drivers because of the Carlos Sainz rumors.

VCARB - I'm thrilled. Daniel seems much healthier, and the car is clearly built to favor some of his preferences in comparison to the others. Yuki's place today should not be construed as him having problems, I think he is still adjusting. It would be pretty awful of them to drop him after he stayed for so many years. I don't think they will, I do think we're looking at the team for 2025, but we cannot forget that they answer to Red Bull and so if they sign someone else that's the business.

[laura1633]

Alright Laura!! I really need to say something and you’re the only person I think who would understands me (nobody around me who likes f1 is a max fan🥲)

I NEED A MAX WIN this weekend. And a Charles p2. And a lando blow that. Because I can’t anymore. 💔

To begin with, lando is closing in on max!! And I know the gap is still 70 points. But with everybody talking and calculating what lando has to do to win, it gives me stress. And it looks so possible…

Second, rb20 isn’t it. First I thought it can’t be THAT bad, but it is THAT BAD.😭 I don’t what they did with the car and why they have no clue how to fixed it but it makes me crazy.

And third, Lando’s car is a good car!! So if he doesn’t make a mistake I can see that he will win again this weekend. And that would be very dangerous because he will be closing in again…

Furthermore, I get the feeling max doesn’t want to keep doing this for longer if the car doesn’t show improvement. And am scared.

Am sorry for my stress rambling, but I had to get it off my chest😮‍💨

Xoxoxox take care !!!🤍

That's okay, definitely feel free to talk Max with me any time!! I definitely know how you feel. I would love a Max win so much this weekend or if not a win then just ahead of Lando would be enough at this stage!! 

I do think it could be a difficult block of four races (Zandvoort, Monza, Baku and Singapore) as it looks like Red Bull are working to identify the issues and reverse engineer the car a little bit. I have some hope that they can get to the bottom of it before the latter stages of the season though and we know Max only needs a competitive car to win, he doesn’t need the fastest. So hopefully things get better. We have seen teams have issues and then come back stronger towards the end of the year. 

Even if Lando does win this weekend I don’t think it would be time to panic too much. I just can’t see him winning all the rest of the races even in a dominant car, that would mean winning 10 races in a row … something Lewis never managed to achieve when he had a dominant car and I personally rate Lewis higher as a driver compared to Lando. 

We will just have to see. Max will do his best and hang on in there as much as he can and hopefully in the meantime they can at least give him a car to fight with. Hopefully the large gap last weekend was a lot to do with Max running the old floor to data gather and the fact they had practically no set up time (something we know Red Bull need in order to get the car balanced). Even then he still came in P2.

I know a lot of people want to see more ‘fighting’ talk from Max but I personally like that he is realistic and is saying that he will do the best he can with the machinery he has and then what happens happens. He is a multiple world champion, he has so many records to his name, he will go down as one of the greatest of all times. I think this season has shown what an amazing driver he is and what seemed like an awful weekend last weekend was P2!!

I would love to say that he will definitely see out his contract but he threatens to retire all the time 😂. The good thing though is that he only really threatens to retire from F1, he always follows it up by saying there is other stuff he wants to do so I definitely think he will continue racing. Getting to see him build this huge racing legacy across other series will be so much fun to watch and is going to be so satisfying. And maybe he will race in a series where it is cheaper to get tickets 😂 Or maybe he will see what happens in 2025 and then give Toto a call if things aren't working out at Red Bull!

Max is doing amazing things this season and will continue to do amazing things 💕

[duchesschameleon]

monaco (a Delphi Racing fic)

pairings: Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

rating: general audiences

warnings: none

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“Monaco’s this weekend,” Annabeth says, seemingly out of the blue, “you feeling ready?”

Percy and Jason share a look, green and blue eyes mirroring the others’ determination.

“Absolutely,” Jason answers for them both, shooting Annabeth a smile. “We’ve got this.”

Percy nods in agreement, sending his fiancée a reassured smile. “The car’s good, we’ve got the data and points to prove it. We’ve got a good one lap pace now, Imola proved that, and we know we have the race pace to stay ahead of everyone. As long as the pit stops are good and we don’t slip around on track, we’ve got this. Monaco will be ours.”

Annabeth nods, biting her bottom lip. There’s still some nerves lingering, Percy can tell. Five world championships and seven years together will do that to a couple, make them so well versed in each other's mannerisms that they can tell in an instant if something is wrong.

“Wise Girl,” he calls, breaking her out of a trance, “what’s rattling around in that big brain of yours?”

“Pit stops. Data. Statistics of slipping on track.”

“We’ll be good, Chase,” Jason cuts in. “Percy and I have both won here before, we know how to put in a clean race.”

Jason may have only just joined the Delphi Racing team, a string of arguments and disagreements at Jupiter Motors causing him to look elsewhere even after winning them championship, but he’s picked up on Annabeth’s quirks and tendencies quickly. Jason may not be Will Solace, brought up in the Delphi junior teams and well acquainted with the staff, but he’s fitting in with the team and driving the car well. It doesn’t hurt that being on the same team has allowed his friendship with Perry to actually develop instead of stewing in ruthless competitiveness.

“Jason’s right, we’ve got this, and the team’s got this,” Percy says, reassuringly.

“It’s going to rain.”

The statement hangs in the air, both drivers wrapping their heads around it.

Percy grabs Annabeth’s hand, runs his thumb across the back of it. “So we’ll handle it. You know me, I’m good in the rain. Jason’s not half bad either,” he tells her soothingly, even as Jason squawks out a protest. “We’ll use our inters, probably the mediums too, and we’ll be ok.”

Annabeth nods, squeezes Percy’s hand in thanks, and takes a deep breath.

“We’ll be okay.”

“Anyway, the reports say rain. Reports can change,” Jason points out with a shrug.

“Oh c’mon, Grace!” Percy groans. “Now you’ve jinxed it, it’ll definitely rain.”

—

It does rain.

It rains during free practice one.

Percy and Jason put up the best times and confirm that the car has good pace, even when on inters.

It rains during qualifying.

Percy gets pole position. Jason gets P2. It’s a Delphi Racing front row lockout, the best possible result.

It rains during the second half of the race.

Percy stays in the lead, Jason diligently defending from P2 and allowing the gap both cars have to the rest of the field to increase, even when they pit for inters. They control the race, both drivers doing their part to secure the one-two podium and maximize points.

Percy gets the fastest lap for the grand slam. A Monaco weekend grand slam.

He’s ecstatic on the radio.

“Told you Wise Girl,” he says as he pulls the car into Parc Ferme, “I’m good in the rain.”

“That you are, Seaweed Brain,” she responds with laugh. “Meet you on the podium?”

“Sounds like a date.”

[oldschoolvpq]

Retrofitting Tamagotchi Original for 1990s Buttons

Yay! One of the most beautiful shells ever released has finally arrived at my doorstep! But, I'm not a fan of the button color. So...it's swap time.

1997 Tama, 2023 Tama...on the outside they look similar enough. But, as it turns out, THEY'RE NOT - at least where buttons are concerned.

On the left, the buttons from the new Tamagotchi Original. On the right, buttons from a Japanese P2. The new buttons are taller, thinner, and have a flatter base. This means that when you put 90s buttons in a Tamagotchi Original...

They're too short - you can't press them! It's only a few millimeters difference but it'd be nice to, oh, I dunno, use it?

So I cracked open my new toy to get a good look at the button mount.

Here's the backside of the front shell - take a good look at the bottom. You can see the raised circles that hold the buttons at the correct height against the device, as well as some bars to separate the three buttons. If you reduce the height of these pieces, you'll be able to utilize more of the button height. So, we break out the dremel to do some sanding!

Dremel is a name brand, mine is definitely not a real one. But this little pen does spin and grind whatever I put near it, so it's perfect for the job.

The parts I was referring to are much easier to see once they've been sanded...LIGHTLY. Again, we're talking about not even 2 millimeters of adjustment, so if you try this, be careful!

A quick polish to retain the shine and a rinse in the sink to remove the dust and it's ready to reassemble.

Looking good! I like a lower button, so I decided to stop here.

I will note that the thicker base causes the circuit board to lay on a very slight angle, but it doesn't affect the reconstruction or overall performance. Just don't push too hard, I guess.

So...the new buttons are in, but do they work? See for yourself!

I like it quite a bit more now!

Note: I take no responsibility for what happens to you or your Tamagotchi should you attempt this mod. Be careful with power tools and chemicals.

[rathologic]

Hello! I really admire all the work you do! Do you think it’s possible with p1 or p2’s framework for randomization mods? I’m thinking like characters/doors/items (placements/effects/stats) etc. I know very little about coding but am interested about your thoughts on the likelihood!

hey thanks! P2 actually already has a randomization mod, FonzieD's excellent District Randomizer (also bundled with their overhaul mod Bound Again). it swaps around healthy/infected/burned district statuses at an intensity determined by day of the game, and while the code for this is unknown to me (have not tried to reverse engineer it yet, I would use JustAssembly to compare it to base files), it's only edits to VirtualMachine.Common.dll so randomization of other things is very plausible - this is all written in C#

@averagepathologicenjoyer has a concept on the back burner for a p1 door randomizer - you should definitely ask him about it! bottom line, p1's engine and scripting are so hard to edit at the moment (and other files so easy to get into the game) that the plan of action for any randomizers would be to run a randomization script outside of the game, generate a bunch of mod files that refer to each other, & then install those files and start a new game, kind of like how Elden Ring's randomizer does it. lot of flexibility here as long as you understand the file formats to output, which is something I really need to polish documentation on the Pathologic Modding Wiki for but <- here's the hub for these filetypes :-)

[petorahs]

tier list of characters from the persona games ive played........ upset that FeMC got blocked by the watermarked thing wtf but this should be pretty much my definitive feelings on each char. will make another when i eventually play p2 and p4 ig

aside from the very bottom tier keep in mind i am physically incapable of outright "hating" a character idk theyre just dolls to me... very realistically written ones at that but :] every character here i must have something good to say about LMAO (this goes for any media i consume but persona especially i feel?)(i do endorse hate tho sometimes)

[newedensgarden]

To be an Idiot

To be an Idiot - P1 MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR TW FOR SEVERAL THEMES.

https://youtu.be/8orOcI6N_tE It had been a week or two since the brain injury. Wesley still wasn't quite ready to talk about what had happened. His family and friends were trying to support that. It was growing difficult. He hadn't been able to get back to work yet. He hadn't been able to get back into the director's chair just yet. Speaking of chairs, he was having to use one. Wheeling himself everywhere for a bit, refusing to accept assistance from anyone unless it was Mamma Moriah. He felt...well. As his own hounddog of a Daddy used to tell him "The Old and the Weak are doomed. You have no idea what it is to suffer like I have, shaa." What a real piece of work he was. Moriah met him once. He even really liked her. Never again.  The man wheeled down the marble and stone hallway of the Anne Rice house that was in the heart of New Orleans. Been out of the hospital for a week or two, after the memory trigger day. It felt like a different house somehow. Perhaps it was the different perspectives or he just wanted to redecorate or what, Wesley wasn't entirely sure. The old fart wheeled down the middle hallway on the lower floor, sighing and seeing a faux fur coat on the railway of the vintage staircase. West was not a man of many complaints. But he had been raised by several women to be a southern gentlemen. Hell, before he transitioned they treated him like a southern belle. So he got the best and worst traits from both sides of the south. He grabbed the jacket and folded it up, standing up out of the wheelchair which was definitely possible, but not doctor recommended. Moriah unfortunately caught her husband walking instead of rolling. She came out of the kitchen, sweating from the fact she was trying to learn to cook. She popped his arm in a playful manner. "You better sit your ass down, old man. Before I sit on you."  West grunted and retorted, not realizing how mean his next statement would come across. But they griped like an old married couple despite only tying the knot a while ago.  "You sure? You might crush me. You are carrying three babies round in'ere." He teased, emphasizing his accent to be silly while he gave her a silly smack on the ass. A ripe peach sitting at the bottom of a sweet picked pear. She gasped and bowed up as if she were going to fight. Anyone who had spent anytime in their household had quickly figured out. They talked a lot of shit but nobody ended up getting hurt.  West spent years being around men. Trying to be the most masculine. Literally in the marines. Fighting, bootcamp, sports, working out, wrestling. When he found out he had not one but two boys who would eventually grow to enjoy similar masculine things, he was also burdened with an overabudance of joy in the form of not just twins and a pair of triplets. All girls. So his femininity could shine with them.  Moriah however... "Come on. Either way, it looks bad. If I win, I beat up a cripple and you fought a preggo woman." She teased, sticking out the tongue that was stained blue from candy the kids brought her earlier. He leaned onto the back of his wheelchair, huffing and puffing like an angry little rhino.  She jumped into his lap. "Give up yer guns, fellas. Slide 'em over." Westley laughed and nodded. Dimples creasing his stubble cheeks. He was starting to get a pepper beard again. "Very good impression of me. Your fake southern accent is getting much better, moonshine." "it was from Cowboy's and Angels. DId you catch that?" Moriah asked, feigning offense that he didn't get his own damn movie reference. They put up both their fisticuffs at each other. Their eighteen year old padded down the staircase that creaked with every third step. The tan boy moved past his parents and got something to drink, going back up stairs and calling out "Their being weird again!"  

  To be an Idiot - P2 MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR TW FOR SEVERAL THEMES.

based on a darker twisted version of this scene, which me and Mo just adore: https://youtu.be/Hbw9om0u2C4 this current drabble references this other drabble I did and also continues the story of 'GIgi' a bit: https://www.roleplayer.me/view_bulletin.php?bulletin_id=2471951 The room was white. Sterile white. Off white. This would typically piss West off as soon as he opened big brown eyes. But instead, he sat up and saw the nurse. But then spotted Moriah coming in, a baby boy on her hip. She was staring at him with a deadpan. The baby looked happy to see someone he recognized. West hopped up and out of the hospital bed, walking closer to the woman with a black ponytail and reddened face with bloodshot blues. West reverted to his twenty year old self. "I feel like a tornado in a trailer park." He spoke for the first time. Southern accent dripped thick off each syllable. He took some closer steps towards Moriah who stepped back again in caution. "Wesley Alexander..." This caused him to stop, tucking strong caloused hands into his pockets. But they weren't pockets. He was wearing a hospital gown that he hadn't noticed. He then winced and raised fingers to the side of his temple which was bandaged. "Hello gorgeous. What's your name?" "Mister Mason." The nurse spoke up. He kept rolling. "How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy." The woman with black hair and sweatpants passed off the little boy in her arms to the eighteen year old with curls. "I got a six pack of cold ones, on ice. And my damn roommates out all night..." They stepped into the hallway and he stopped, blinking rapidly for a moment and gripping his head again. Moriah placed her manicured hand against his chest through the thin paper hospital gown. "So, you can scream my name as loud as you want all night, sugar..." After West went on his speil he felt a bit dizzy and leaned against the hospital hallway wall. No one was in the hallway but Moriah and him now. Doctors too busy, nurses wandering. Moriah cupped the side of his face, her eyes rimming with tears. "I hate to do this to you, Daddy. But the therapist recommended it..."

To be an Idiot - P3 MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR TW FOR SEVERAL THEMES.

Moriah cupped the side of his face, her eyes rimming with tears. "I hate to do this to you, Daddy. But the therapist recommended it..." She reached into the pocket of her clothes that, as he looked closer, realized it might of belonged to his closet. She lifted a necklace up out of the collar. Not a necklace. A dogtag. She placed it into the palm of West's hand before also pulling out a polaroid. Him in the very same hospital. With three babies in the woman's arms, two boys on either side of what appeared to be an exhausted West, and two girls who looked exactly alike on the other side. One of them held up what looked to be a rock and roll symbol with her hand. West blinked a bit, not wanting to think about the bad things. So he forced a smile, dimples and all. "Well, who is this pretty bunch I wonder?" The woman with black hair then covered her face and tried to control her emotion, failing. Wesley saw his two brothers come down the hall. The younger one hugged him quickly. The other one stood beside Moriah and tried to comfort her in his own awkward way. Just a pat to the shoulder. "Is it working? Are you doing what Doctor Tony said?" Moriah rolled her bloodshot eyes, seemingly more blue and bright than before. She glared up at the person who was clearly her brother-in-law. "her name is Doctor Liara T'Soni. Be respectful." But West was having trouble remembering anything before....well. Him. "hey, have you guys seen Ethan anywhere? I have been meaning to ask him--" West stopped, trailing off. Furrowing brows. Something in the back of his brain was clicking. Like someone was trying to spark the light on a stove and it just wasn't going, but you could definitely smell the gas. Moriah reached out and reopened his palm to show the dogtag she gave him. It read

MASON-STILLS

WESLEY A. POS

666999000

USMC, L

CHRISTIAN. ISH.

Wesley stared at it, trying to put the pieces together. This was his dogtags from the marines. It had his name, social, blood type, even gas mask size. He stared, almost zoned out in the hallway still leaning against the hallway wall with the support now of his younger brother. They called him Billy the Kid. "Ethan." he repeated.

  To be an Idiot - P4 MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR TW FOR SEVERAL THEMES.

Wesley stared at it, trying to put the pieces together. This was his dogtags from the marines. It had his name, social, blood type, even gas mask size. He stared, almost zoned out in the hallway still leaning against the hallway wall with the support now of his younger brother. They called him Billy the Kid. "Ethan." he repeated. "Ethan is dead." Jesse, the eldest said. Moriah hit him in the abdomen with one of her rosegold rings. Her last anniversary present was about to be used to beat her brother-in-law. Wesley staggered back, gripping his head. It hurt to remember. It sort of hit him in one fell swoop. Moriah's sad eyes looked up at him. She looked into his eyes. She saw them change. Dark chocolate of a young twenty year old kid who is trying to prove his masculinity. It faded, melted into the cold coffee tones with slight flecks of gold. The gold pieces she put into his eyes, simply by knowing each other. She saw her husband come back and she let out the quietest little laugh. "Heh!" Moriah bit her bottom lip, now bruised and abused from nerves. Both Mason brothers looked over at Moriah, wondering what the laugh was. "How are you doing, dummy?." West let out a sigh and reached his arm out, pulling her into a strong but firm embrace. He kissed the top of her black ponytail, skimming bandaged fingertips through her ponytail. "Better, now that I see your goofy face." Wesley spoke right back. His eyes and seemingly his voice aged almost instantly. The trials of having seveire PTSD. The brothers helped him up to a normal standing position and helped him basically wobble his way back into his hospital room. Apparently more people had filed in since he woke up. Riley and Avery were in the corner, looking over their phone. The freshly four-year-old Armie was in the bed where his father just was. Probably because it was warm and smelled like his Dad. Then of course the rotten teenager was pacing nervously, asking the nurse a billion questions about triplets and how they function.